#also im in love with his mole above the eyebrow | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mischiefandi · 4 years

Text

A Shitty Love Song (Part 1) - Stiles Stilinski

Wild Ones

A/N: hey everyone! this has been a long time coming! thank you for lovely comments on my previous post, im super happy to finally be posting this. a HUGE thank you to @duskholland for helping me out so much with this series, ily to death bitch. enjoyy yall

Summary: Y/N is a 17 year old girl who struggles in an epic battle against herself. Whether it is amor’s icy grasp or life’s unexpected course that forces her to finally open up, only one thing is certain. The truth cannot be long hidden.

Warnings: underage drinking, party times, maybe a couple of swear words but im not sure haha

Word Count: 5,3K

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Y/N)

Series Masterlist

(picture is not mine -> credits to @ pechka on unsplash)

Seasons before, in the early fall where the leaves don’t yet want to leave their wooden hooks, Y/N had just started her junior year of high school. Being the new girl in school, she was afraid of being alone - something she had always been - but not this year. Whether it was chance or fate, she happened to fall upon a curious but wonderful group of people who quickly became her friends.

At its center, Scott McCall, young lacrosse player with a boyish charm and a heart of gold and by his side, Stiles Stilinski, an eccentric and spirited young man. Surrounding them were Lydia Martin, the fiery and confident genius, the sweet yet lethal huntress, Allison Argent, and finally Isaac Lahey, charming Mr Mischief himself.

This pack of wild cards had found a new companion, and Y/N fit in like a puzzle piece filling in its designated spot. She got along with everyone in the group, forming indestructible friendships with these eccentric teenagers, and she felt fortunate beyond belief. More often than not, she would eat with them by the walnut tree outside of the school. The group would share stories and food, complaining about the soporific lessons from the earlier period, or excitedly planning the next outing, the next party. Every week, the teenagers would go hang out in the woods by the mystical ruins of the Hale House, doing more of the same. Life was light and good.

The group had planned on hanging out by the Hale House one quiet September afternoon, but the universe likes to play tricks, and somehow Y/N and Stiles were the only ones to show up. Deeming it a happy accident, the pair walked through the damp woods together, talking about their day and slowly letting each other in. Laughter echoed between the trees and the wind turned.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

A little more than a month had gone by and Halloween was just around the corner. Classes seemed longer than usual, bigger stacks of schoolwork forming daunting piles on Y/N’s desk. But school was the last thing she could think of when she got home after a long day of concentration. The only thing that mattered, was Stiles. Video calls, phone calls, and late night texts that seemed to never cease took over the second Y/N’s feet passed the threshold of her home. And nothing compared to these conversations.

“I’m sorry but no.”

“Stiles, stop, seriously.”

The mole-speckled boy lunged forward in front of the screen and passed a shaking hand through his spiky hair.

“There is no way you like the second trilogy better than the first one. It’s just not possible.”

“Well it is possible, because I do,” Y/N retorted, her unfazed expression gleaming back at him.

“Literally how? The group dynamic alone should make you see reason. I mean come on. Han and Leia? Han and Chewie? Han and Luke?”

“You do know Star Wars doesn’t exclusively revolve around Han Solo right?” she asked, her lips breaking into a smirk.

“First of all, no. Second, give me one single reason why the second trilogy is better than the first,” Stiles said, “I dare you.”

“One reason?”

The boy nodded, serious as a statue.

“Hayden Christensen.”

Stiles groaned deeply, his face buried in his large hands.

“Can’t even have a serious discussion about Star Wars with someone rational.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“You’re the worst.”

Y/N paused, holding a finger to her chin.

“Hmm, agree to disagree.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Hey! How can we have an intelligent debate about anything if you use swearing as a last resort.”

“I have given up on us. It’s over.”

Y/N laughed profusely against her pillow, shaking her head.

“You’re a drama queen.”

“FRIENDSHIP OVER!” Stiles bellowed and Y/N shot her head back, unstoppable laughter erupting from her stomach.

“It’s going to make things awkward at the party, Friday,” Y/N said between chuckles, her laughter quieting down.

“Who said you were even invited,” replied Stiles, adjusting his shirt, revealing a tiny patch of skin just above his sweats. Y/N’s eyes flicked over to the screen but the second had passed.

“Funny. Listen, I gotta get some sleep otherwise I’ll pass out in math or something.”

“Yeah, I should probably also go to bed sometime soon.”

“Hopefully before tomorrow morning.”

“Har-har,” said Stiles, smiling at the camera, his chocolatey irises beaming at Y/N.

“Goodnight nerd.”

“Goodnight loser.”

Y/N stuck out her tongue at Stiles before hanging up the call.

That night, as she carefully brushed her teeth and got her clothes ready for the next day, Y/N thought back on her video call with Stiles, a warm smile spreading on her lips.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

The week passed so slowly, each hour lasting an exhausting eternity. School, demanding as ever, while keeping Y/N busy, was the reason why time seemed so lengthy. The nasty side-effect from tantalizing hours is the amount of thinking you do to keep busy. So Y/N did just that. She thought about how much she cared for her group of friends, she thought about the fact that she had never felt like she belonged like she did then.

She thought about how nice it was sitting by the Hale House, enjoying each others’ company, how life is so much lighter when you feel surrounded, how much she had learned about herself after meeting the pack. She thought about the band Stiles and her liked so much. She thought about Star Wars. She thought about the sound her computer made when Stiles sent her a message. She thought of his hair, his moles, his neck. She thought about how thrilling it was when he sat next to her. She thought about how much he mattered in her life, just like the others mattered too.

Y/N did so much thinking that week. But the funny thing is, amor has a way of tricking your mind. Your body believes one thing but your mind has been bewitched, and no amount of thinking you do can remove the fog clouding over your eyes.

When came Friday, Y/N was happy to be done with school, bursting through the doors of the establishment, excited to go home and get ready for Danny’s Blackout Party. She was thrilled about going, however nervous she felt.

She had never been to a party like Danny’s rave before and she had no idea what to expect. But more importantly, she was afraid of crowds. She had tried going out to packed bars with people from her old school, but the chaos and the drunks surrounding her made her feel beyond uneasy.

“Y/N! Wait up!” She heard Allison exclaim, and she slowed down her pace, allowing the brunette to catch up with her.

“Are you excited for tonight?” asked Allison, her light brown eyes gleaming brightly.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be...crazy.”

“You okay?”

Y/N forced a smile and nodded overenthusiastically.

“Yeah! Just tired. It was a long day,” she replied.

“Same here, which is why, we need to let loose tonight! Let’s get ready at Lydia’s, so we can all head over there together.”

“Sure. Quick question though, how did Lydia get us invited in the first place?”

Allison giggled, nodding her head towards Aiden and Ethan standing by their motorcycles.

“How do you think?”

The girl’s laughter echoed through the cool autumn air and disappeared with their cars. It was going to be a night to remember.

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

As Y/N and Allison reached Lydia’s house, Y/N couldn’t help but feel more and more anxious, tightly gripping her bag filled with clothes and makeup. The party was starting to worry her.

People had been whispering about it all day back at the high school, talking about the numerous illicit drinks that would be served and the intriguing entertainment. It seemed like the Danny had gone all out for Halloween. Still, not knowing exactly what to expect practically terrified Y/N.

She was outgoing, but big crowds and chaos were things that made panic bubble up inside of her very core, quickening her heartbeat to a frightening extent. She loved dancing and partying, and much like other people her age, she loved a good drink every once in a while, but huge events and big blowouts, she had never been a fan of.

Putting on a brave face, Y/N shut the car door and walked up the stairs to Lydia’s front porch, ringing the doorbell as Allison locked the car. After what seemed like mere seconds, Lydia opened the door, letting the excited girls in.

“Finally. I thought I was going to have to get going without you,” she said, smirking at the pair.

“Y/N couldn’t decide what to wear,” replied Allison, sending Y/N a look that made Lydia scoff.

“Excuse me if I've never been to a neon-themed rave. How am I supposed to know what to wear?”

“Well the name of said rave could be a pretty good indicator,” mocked Lydia as the girls walked up to her bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

“Ali, what are you wearing?”

Allison giggled with a smirk and did a demonstrative twirl, showing off her burgundy flannel shirt and black jeans.

“This!”

Lydia raised her eyebrows at the brunette, a confused expression etched on her face.

“Am I the only one here who understands the term “neon”?” she asked.

Allison shook her head then slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a neon pink bra.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. This stunt was definitely orchestrated for someone special.

“Wow. Isaac will love it.”

“It’s about time you two did something about your situation,” joked Lydia, reaching for an eyelash curler.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” replied Allison with an innocent shrug and a slightly less innocent wink.

“Well now that Allison’s outfit is sorted, it’s your turn, Y/N. Let’s see what’s in this enormous bag of yours.”

The strawberry blonde bent down and grabbed Y/N’s bag before she could say anything, emptying its contents in a flash.

“No, no, definitely not, no…Y/N, why are all of these clothes black?” inquired Lydia, with a look of disgust she had difficulty hiding.

“Lyds, I told you, I don’t know what to wear to a rave.”

“Show me your bra.”

“What?”

“Show me your bra. If it’s the right colour, we can just pair it with some of my clothes.”

Y/N reluctantly removed her white shirt, revealing an electric blue floral lace bra, much to Lydia’s delight. Allison whistled approvingly.

“Okay here’s what we’re gonna do.” Lydia walked over to her closet, carefully studying its contents. Allison and Y/N exchanged a glance as Lydia clapped her hands together.

“This goes with this, and you have to tuck it in, like so,” she said, “okay, try this on. Now.”

Y/N looked down at the outfit her friend had put together.

“Yes ma’am,” she mumbled, her face as white as a sheet.

Y/N walked to the corner of the room as the girls chatted and finished getting ready. Her heart thundered as she passed her neck through the bottom of the sheer black top Lydia had handed to her. Looking herself in the mirror, all she could see was a blushing dishevelled mess. Her bra covered most of her chest, but the curves of her breasts were only slightly hidden by the black mesh material she was wearing.

“Okay, this is okay…” she muttered to herself, trying not to panic.

Bending down, she grabbed the black layered skirt she had brought with her and brought it up to her hips, tucking the top inside. The skirt helped balance out the outfit, but still Y/N wasn’t fully convinced.

“How are you feeling?”

“Kind of nervous honestly.”

“I meant how do you feel about the outfit- but you’re nervous? Why?” asked Lydia, walking over to Y/N in front of the full-length mirror.

“It’s just- I’ve never been to a big party like tonight, much less looking like…this,” Y/N reluctantly replied.

Lydia bit her lip and sucked in some air before smiling widely at Y/N and taking a step forward.

“By “looking like this” I hope you mean by looking incredible. Y/N, look at yourself. You’re tall and confident, the outfit looks amazing on you. Your look is not the problem,” she said, gently.

“Then what is?”

“You tell us,” replied Allison, walking over to the girls by the mirror.

Y/N exhaled deeply and turned around to face her friends.

“I hate crowds. I love partying don’t get me wrong, I just- I get really really panicky around big crowds of people. The noise, the warmth, all of it, just terrifies me. I’m worried that I’ll hate it and freak out or something. I’m sorry, I probably should have said something before.”

As soon as the daunting words had slipped through her lips, Y/N felt a weight lift from her weary shoulders, a wave of relief passing over her entire body.

“Hey, it’s okay. Everyone’s got something they’re uncomfortable with. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” said Allison, sweetly.

“I know, it’s not that I’m ashamed, I just- didn’t wanna be a downer. I really am excited for tonight! I’m just nervous.”

Lydia placed her hands on Y/N’s shoulders and smiled brightly.

“Look, you’re gorgeous right now. Even without my help, you’re gorgeous. And tonight, we’ll be around the whole time. If you feel freaked out or you start to panic, we’ll go outside and get some fresh air. We don’t mind.”

“Exactly, we’re your friends. You know you can depend on us on occasion,” Allison joked and Y/N laughed, shaking her head timidly.

“Seriously, Y/N, we’re gonna have a ton of fun tonight. And if you need anything, whatsoever, we’re both here,” added Lydia.

Y/N’s heart swelled and she felt her eyes filling slowly. Blinking the impending tears away, she smiled widely, her radiant eyes following suite.

“Thank you, both of you. You’re the best.”

“Agreed. Now, that’s sorted. Are you comfortable with the outfit?” asked Lydia.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, analyzing every detail of her figure, taking in how “out there” the outfit was. After a few seconds, she nodded to herself and smiled.

“You know what? You only live once.”

Allison giggled and rested her arms on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Tonight is going to be amazing!”

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

As Lydia’s car pulled into the parking lot in front of the venue - a large concrete building comparable to a construction site - Y/N sent a text to her friend.

Y/N: we just got to danny’s party

Y/N: u guys here?

The girls looked up at the windows on the top level, the neon lights shining through catching their attention, the music already reaching their ears.

The group excitedly entered the building, Y/N’s heart thundering against her ribcage. Allison noticed the worried look on her friend’s face and she slipped her hand in hers, sending her a warm smile. Y/N took a deep breath, and the three beautiful girls went into the otherwise empty elevator. On the way up, Y/N’s phone vibrated against her palm and she looked down at the screen.

Stiles: we aren’t there yet

Stiles: Scott needed to go get something

Y/N’s heart couldn’t help but sink a little. She had hoped the boys were going to be there already, though why, she couldn’t say. Her phone interrupted her thoughts again.

Scott: by smth, Stiles means someone

Scott: and by someone, he means Kira

Scott: also we’re late because of the jeep

Scott: ;)

Y/N chuckled and texted him back, Lydia and Allison sharing an inquisitive look.

Y/N: figures :))

“Who is that?” asked Allison as the elevator doors opened.

Y/N winced slightly and turned to Allison.

“It’s the boys. Scott was just telling me they picked up Kira…”

“Oh.”

Lydia looked from Allison to Y/N, and back, the awkwardness beyond tangible.

“Are you okay?” asked Y/N, worried that the news had killed the mood.

“Honestly? I don’t love the idea of partying with my ex and his new girlfriend, but we broke up three months ago. We’ve both moved on. Besides, I really like Isaac. I’m not gonna let this ruin my evening,” Allison answered, a soft smile on her lips.

“Allison has Isaac, Scott has Kira, Stiles- well I don’t know about Stiles. That leaves you and me, Y/N. You can help me avoid Aiden tonight,” said Lydia, straightening her dress.

“Aiden, as in, the guy you hooked up with who just so happens to be the guy who invited you to this rave?”

“Precisely.” Lydia walked away hurriedly, and the girls laughed, entering the venue.

The grey concrete in the hall was uncharacteristically bland compared to the other-worldly burst of colours inside of the venue. Neon blue, pink, orange, yellow, and green exploding in every direction, paired with blaring purple lights attached to the concrete beams above the dancefloor where what looked like at least 70 people were jumping up and down to the beat of Losing It by FISHER. Strands of white UV tubes hanging from the ceiling all around the dancefloor lit up every white item of clothing in the room, turning the pure colour into a bright purple.

This giant nebula of chaos and colour made Y/N’s blood pump ten times faster throughout her body. That or the the bass blasting through the giant speakers by the DJ. Either way, the thrill of it made Y/N shiver, her whole body completely frozen in place.

“This is crazy!” Allison gasped.

“Danny really went all out,” said Lydia, staring at the dancing figures in the center of the room.

Y/N’s phone buzzing woke her from her trance and she read the text.

Stiles: be there in about 20 minutes

Stiles: can’t wait to embarrass you on the dancefloor

Y/N: oof

“Let’s go get a drink,” Lydia urged, walking over to the large snack table with numerous bottles. Y/N read the labels and nodded, impressed by the wide range of drinks.

“Wow. Jack Daniels, vodka, a shitton of beer, wine coolers, rum, Jagermeister…Danny really did go all out.”

“Pass me a cup,” said Allison.

As the girls filled their glasses, Lydia eyed Y/N’s cup.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to start with a triple shot of vodka?”

“Yeah, it’s fine!” Y/N exclaimed, downing the drink before anyone could stop her and gasping as the strong liquid burned its way down her throat.

“Ohkay, take it easy,” said Allison, shooting a worried glance at Lydia.

“I’ve got it under control,” replied Y/N as she refilled her cup.

“Let’s go dance!”

Allison dragged the girls away from the table, walking over to the dancefloor. Y/N downed her second drink and nodded wearily.

“Yesss, let’s do this!”

The looming herd of party-goers, intimidating as it was, seemed a little less daunting now that Y/N was actually at the party.

“How bad could it be?” she thought to herself before treading through the mass, occasionally bumping against people energetically throwing their limbs around.

In the middle of the chaos, Allison stopped and started moving her hips in sync with the song, Lydia quickly following suit. Y/N bobbed her head along to the beat of the bass, her arms swinging awkwardly on either side of her body. Allison laughed and grabbed her friend’s arms forcing the movement to flow through Y/N’s limbs. Lydia busted up and down, moving her waist so naturally it seemed like she had been born for this very moment.

Closing her eyes, Y/N tried to focus on the music vibrating throughout her body, the memory of the colours surrounding her floating behind her eyelids. Allison sang along with the lyrics of the current song, shouting out the words as she moved from side to side. Y/N slowly started to lose herself to the music, letting go of her inhibitions, forgetting the world around her.

When the beat changed, her feet jumped up and down, as if they had a mind of their own. Her head felt heavy yet no thoughts crossed her mind. The music had gotten rid of all concentration, the only thing left was the bass flowing through her veins, making her entire body pulsate to the beat.

Beads of sweat trickled down Y/N’s neck as she kept dancing, her feet starting to ache with every jump. It had only been about fifteen minutes, but to the dancers, it seemed like a wonderful eternity. Finally, Lydia tapped on Y/N’s shoulder and shouted by her ear.

“Let’s do some body painting!”

Y/N nodded profusely, a wide smile on her lips.

“Ali went to dance with Isaac!” Lydia shouted as the pair pushed through the crowd.

“Where’s the paint?” shouted Y/N, trying to hear her own voice over the music and failing miserably.

“Over there!”

A tall blonde boy holding brushes with purple and pink tips smiled as the girls reached him, his charismatic grin turning Y/N’s cheeks bright red.

“What can I do for you ladies?” he asked, his pearly white teeth a bright purple as his grin widened.

“My friend over here needs a lot of paint. Emphasis on lot,”Lydia insisted.

Y/N shook her head, giggling stupidly.

“Not too much paint,” she said warmly.

The boy smiled with a wink.

“Let me worry about that.”

Y/N removed her mesh top, holding it with her right hand, patiently waiting for the boy to start painting across her chest and back. She shivered as she felt the cool wet tip of the brush meet her sweaty skin, sliding a few inches down, a thick stripe of paint spreading across her back. Y/N giggled at the cold feeling, the alcohol in her system reaching her head. She closed her eyes and bent her neck to the side as the boy continued his line up to her collarbone.

“What’s your name?” she heard him ask.

“What’s yours?” she chose to answer, smiling wickedly.

She heard him laugh as he started painting little dots up her back.

“Jeremy.”

“Nice to meet you, Jeremy.”

“You know most girls like a proper introduction before getting this close,” he said over the pulsating music, his breath fanning over Y/N’s neck as he painted small strokes down her shoulder. Y/N grinned mischievously.

“I’m not like most girls,” she teased as she turned to face him.

“No, I guess you’re not,” the boy replied, his eyes darting towards her lips and back up.

“I’m almost done with your body- I mean with the paint,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. Y/N giggled and stepped closer.

“I’m all yours…” she replied.

Jeremy’s deep blue eyes lingered on hers before focusing on her chest. Y/N thanked the universe that he wasn’t looking straight at her, otherwise he would have seen her cheeks fill with red for the second time. He delicately placed pink and orange dots up and down her chest, careful as to not stain her bra and she watched him, observing his concentration with admiration. Finally, he looked up, smiling at her.

“My masterpiece is done,” he declared, placing the paintbrush on the body paint stand.

Jeremy reached for a mirror and handed it to her. She admired the strands and dots painted across her body in a chaotic waltz, the hot purple and pink clashing against her skin. Looking up at him, she grinned widely.

“You’re talented,” she said.

“It’s easier when you have such a good canvas to work on…” he replied, sending her a look hot enough to melt her.

Momentarily remembering the outside world, she looked around and quickly realized Lydia wasn’t there anymore, probably off dancing or looking for Allison. Y/N turned back to Jeremy.

“I’m sorry, I should probably go check on my friends…” she said, biting her lip as she slipped her mesh shirt back on.

“Of course. Maybe later, we’ll bump into each other on the dance floor?” he replied, a nervous smile etched on his lips.

“Yeah, maybe.”

Y/N winked at him and walked away, trying her best to keep her cool.

“Well that was something.” She thought to herself, a wide grin planted on her face.

Looking around, she couldn’t find either of her friends, nor could she find Isaac. Slightly disappointed, Y/N walked over to the table and poured some vodka in an unused cup before knocking her head back, letting the burning liquid run down her throat.

She eyed the dancefloor and thought back on her previous conversation with Jeremy. She was beyond nervous. She’d never actually kissed a boy before. The opportunity just hadn’t ever presented itself. But now that she was here, feeling tipsy as ever, a few feet away from the cutest boy at the party, she couldn’t help but think, why not?

Wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt and downing her fourth - albeit, strong - drink of the night, she nodded to herself and walked over to the dancefloor.

As Five Hours blasted through the speakers, Y/N pushed her way through the sweaty crowd once again, making her way to the center of the dancefloor. Ignoring the world surrounding her, she closed her eyes and gave in to the music, feeling every beat of the song pulsate throughout her entire body.

Colours, flashing lights, the feeling of people’s skin against hers, her head spinning and swaying in every direction, it made her feel alive. As the last drop of the song reached its peak, Y/N jumped with the crowd, knocking her body against complete strangers, feeling the warm and sticky air fill her lungs with every breath.

The song Too Much by Curbi started to play and Y/N felt someone’s body against hers. Closing her eyes, she turned around and felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. She sighed lightly, enjoying the feeling of her skin against the boy’s. His fingers treaded down her back, firmly settling just above her ass, holding her steady in a sea of bustling bodies.

She danced against him, turning around again, her back facing his front. Moving against his body, she felt his arms tighten around her, pulling her in. His hot breath fanned over her neck and she moaned slightly, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

Suddenly, time seemed to stand still when his lips lightly touched her warm skin. Y/N inhaled sharply, her eyes still shut. The only thing she could hear now was the sound of her heartbeat furiously thundering against her ribcage. Slowly caressing the boy’s arm, she allowed further access to her neckline, moaning loudly as she felt his feverish lips plant warm kisses on her neck, inching higher and higher. Y/N’s hands reached for his and she tugged them closer to her body, her hips still moving against him. His lips danced furiously across her neck, leaving dangerously beautiful marks on her skin.

The music seemed only to heighten her senses. Her legs almost gave out when she heard the boy groan lightly against her ear, her response, a small whine at the loss of contact with his lips. She turned around and tried to open her eyes, the bright lights bursting through the gap in her eyelids. Squinting at his face, trying as hard as possible not to lose herself to the music again, Y/N’s eyes caught a glimpse of the boy’s face.

Bright pink dashes stained his cupid’s bow and the right corner of his bottom lip, the paint from her neck helpless in the face of a passion like this one. Y/N’s eyes scanned the rest of his face and widened slightly when they met amber irises, warm and inviting and so familiar. Her fingers threaded through his damp dark brown hair, her brain trying to comprehend what was about to happen.

His chocolatey eyes looked deep into hers and he licked his lips slowly, the world around them fading. Y/N felt her vision blur as she inched closer to him, her nose picking up the scent of old leather and pine trees and rain. His lips lingered over hers and she felt a chill as her name echoed through the air.

“Y/N…”.

Their lips connected in a frenzied blur, sending sparks of pleasure throughout Y/N’s entire body and the chaos surrounding the pair completely swallowed them. His teeth slightly bit her bottom lip and she deepened the kiss, ardently giving in to his deliciously demanding mouth. Unable to control her body, she steadied herself against him, tugging at his shirt with one hand, the other cupping his face as he sucked on her delectable lips.

Their bodies so unbelievably close disappeared in the crowd of dancers, the whole world somehow a thousand miles away.

Time, a forgotten concept.

A/N: I seriously hope u enjoyed this!! if u did please reblog :)) (would be super helpful especially with tumblr acting up w the tags and all that) <3 part 2 coming soon!!

if you would like to be added to this series’ taglist, please send me an ask :)

If you would like to be added to my taglist(s), feel free to fill in this form

#stiles stilinski #Stiles Stilinski fanfiction #Stiles Stilinski x reader #Stiles Stilinski x reader insert #Stiles Stilinski fanfic #Stiles Stilinski series #teen wolf #v writes #<33 #eeeek #dylan o'brien

99 notes · View notes

tuanhood · 5 years

Text

not stalking

pairing: im jaebeom x reader (ft. a bit of mark)

genre: fluff, angst(?)

word count: 3,346

summary: you’re finally ready to really talk to your crush… except someone else is in his usual place.

a/n: um so this is really bad and I don’t know why I wrote it but here u go! not edited WHOOPS

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Even you had to admit what a stupid idea it was to keep coming back here almost every single day. You had done the internet stalking before, but actual physical stalking? It was a first time for everything.

You couldn’t help but wonder if this was what it was like for your grandparents or even parents. To be so enthralled by someone that you come to their workplace day after day. Maybe then it was sweet, but now in 2019 you knew it would be considered creepy. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from passing by the window of the animal shelter on your way home from university. Although it wasn’t on the typical route back to your place, you would constantly make excuses as to why you had to go that way.

Examples of excuses you would tell yourself and your friends include, but not limited to:

Ah well my second favorite coffee shop is nearby, and I haven’t been in forever!

I heard they’re doing construction work the other way.

There’s something fresher about the air this way.

I can’t deal with all the people holding clipboards and asking questions, even if it’s the quicker route.

I like to look at the animals at the shelter.

The last one was for sure a lie. Well not for sure, because you did enjoy looking at the animals, but there was something or someone else that you enjoyed the sight of.

It started on a day in May when you accompanied your old housemate to the local animal shelter to help her and her girlfriend choose a dog. You didn’t realize what you had been signing up for was your own adoption to a certain boy who worked at the front desk. Never in your life had you immediately become so hooked to someone. It was as though the minute the two of you locked eyes, he demanded that you dedicated the rest of your life to obsessing over him. And so far, that was telling to be true. That day you couldn’t pay attention or hear your old housemate ask what you thought about a certain dog, instead all you were concentrating on was him, his brown eyes and that smile that melted your heart.

You had never been in a serious relationship before and you had to admit to yourself that maybe it had something to do with your tendency to throw yourself into crushes, but never act upon them. With the way this guy made you feel upon first look, you knew something had to be done – even if it took a year.

Throughout the entire adoption process, as your former housemate signed the papers for her new dog you kept trying to think of something to say on your way out that would impress him or better yet make him declare his love for you.

After the last signature and last filled in blank, you stood up and began to exit the shelter. Your palms began to sweat a little and you felt nausea begin to build in your stomach. Passing by the front desk, you had turned to your right and let out a big sigh, thinking, here goes nothing.

“Um bye, thank you!”

That was it. That was all you had thought of to say in the moment. Thirty minutes of thinking and sitting in a chair as you waited for the adoption papers to be signed you had completely been erased from your memory. Apparently, anything intelligent in your vocabulary had also been erased. “Um bye, thank you,” didn’t even deserve a response, but to your surprise he had turned to you with a big smile.

“Thanks for coming in and adopting a new friend! See you around!”

See you around. He was practically asking you to come back, to come pass by the shelter’s window every day. At that moment you had glanced down at the shirt he was wearing with a name tag attached.

Mark.

From that day Mark had your heart. Mark… Mark… something? So, you weren’t sure what his last name was, but did you really need to to be in love? You had tried to do some in-depth Facebook stalking, but you didn’t have much to go off of except Mark and the place he works. After all who even updates their Facebook profile with their workplace anymore?

Regardless, that led to you passing by almost every day and even going inside sometimes to talk to him. It would often be to just ask a simple question about the adoption process or what kind of breeds of dogs or cats they had in. No matter what it was Mark always managed to answer you with a bright smile and cheerful voice.

Luckily, he hadn’t recognized you yet. Although of course the end goal was to get married or just you know… something – you were nervous about him getting freaked out about you constantly coming in. It wasn’t like an animal shelter was a coffeeshop. You timed out how often you went inside to ask a question to no more than once a week, usually every Tuesday. And every Tuesday you would talk yourself up as to how this would be the time you ask him out or just talk about something that doesn’t have to do with the adoption process and best type of dogs for hiking, but it never happened.

However, you felt really good about this week. This week you had planned on asking Mark about the bracelet he always wears on his left wrist. You had noticed it probably the third week you had gone inside the shelter. Who knows? Maybe it would lead to a conversation about something personal and intimate? Probably not, but you could only hope. Taking a deep breath, you reached the front doors of the shelter without looking into the front window. You didn’t want to see him just yet in case it was going to make you talk yourself into not going through a real conversation with him yet again.

Reaching for the handles of the doors and pulling them open, you stared at the floor. You knew you probably looked like a crazy person, but the butterflies in your stomach began to build. Taking the few steps you needed to get inside, you marched towards the front desk and lifted your head to see Mar-

Not Mark.

Instead, a boy with jet black hair, two moles above one of his eyes and a blank face sat in his place. Your face had fallen and he had noticed.

“Can I help you with something?”

You blinked twice in confusion, “Uh sorry?”

Now it was his turn to blink, “You came in here… I’m assuming you need something. To adopt an animal perhaps?” You wondered why he had emphasized the word animal so strangely, but you decided to discard the thought and answer him.

“Um no sorry, my mistake. I thought- nevermind.” You took this as your chance to turn around and leave completely defeated, but a thought entered your mind. Maybe this could be your chance to gather some kind of intel on Mark? At least his last name so you could stalk him on social media later. What was this mole guy going to say? Hey dude some girl came in asking about you? Mark would never know it was you.

Pausing, you turned around once more back to the occupier of the front desk and cleared your throat. You wanted to come off as confident as though you actually knew what you were doing.

“Actually… I was wondering. Where’s Mark today?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you and took out one of the AirPods he had stuffed into his ears as you had had your internal conflict about leaving the shelter or staying for Mark intel. “Mark who?”

Was this guy new? Then a scary thought had come to you, what if this guy was Mark’s replacement? What if Mark didn’t work here anymore? You would have never known if he had put in his two weeks, after all it’s not like he would have told you. How were you supposed to find him now? Was this it? You stumbled over your words, “M-Mark the one who-who’s usually here.”

Upon hearing your reply, the guy at the desk leaned back in his desk chair and brought his pointer finger to his chin, slowly tapping it in thought. “Hmm… Mark. Mark…. Mark, Mark…”

Taking a closer look, you could tell that he had a slight smirk on his face as if playing with you. Was this guy really just trying to wind you up?

“Sorry, don’t know him,” he said bringing his entire hand down to rest underneath his chin, leaning against the table. It was the clear smile on his face that made you realize that he was indeed teasing you. But why?

“I know you know him. Can you just tell me?” He gave another smile and shook his head from left to right a few times, “Sorry that would be against company policy.”

At this you furrowed your eyebrows, “What kind of company policy would that be?”

“The one where we don’t tell any private information to stalkers.”

You immediately froze. This guy knew about your weekly visits into the shelter? And perhaps even your daily passing by? If he knew… that must mean Mark knew. You felt your stomach drop.

As if reading them, your new tormentor interrupted your thoughts, “Don’t worry Tuan doesn’t pick up on that sort of stuff.”

“Tuan?” You asked. He closes his eyes and hits his hand against his forehead in clear frustration, “Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that. Please don’t look him up on Facebook, Instagram or whatever you use to perform your stalking rituals. It’ll just go to his head and I’ll have to hear about it.”

You had it! Mark Tuan! Mark freaking Tuan. Mrs. Mark Tuan. Mr. Mark Tuan and Mrs-

“I can already tell you’re trying to imagine what your name would sound like with his and I’m getting secondhand embarrassment from it.”

“T-That’s not what I’m doing!” You replied with a strained voice, although it was very much what you were doing. He snorted, “Sure.”

Who did this guy even think he was? He doesn’t know you. Sure, maybe he picked up on the fact that you had been coming by an unhealthy amount to see Mark, but that doesn’t necessarily give him the right to characterize you as a stalker!

“And what if I was doing that? It’s a free country. I’m allowed to have a crush on anyone!” You responded. At that, the guy rolled his eyes and you couldn’t help but feel even more attacked, “Yeah, but a crush on Mark isn’t really a good idea.”

“And why’s that?” It was difficult to gauge your emotions. You couldn’t exactly tell if you were annoyed, frustrated or generally curious about the guy’s notion to tell you that Mark wasn’t a good crush to have. “Mark’s just… not interested in dating.”

“I’m not trying to date him!” You said quickly.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “so are you just trying to fuck him?”

Your eyes widened, “No! Of course not! I’m-” What were you trying to do? Well of course you wanted to date Mark, but the mole guy didn’t need to know that… But it seemed as though he already knew that.

“Listen I work in the cat center here, and us cat people know these things. So it’s better if you just lay off Mark.”

“You work in the cat center?” He nodded his head and looked at you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “How do you think I knew you were passing by every day?”

You mentally face palmed yourself as you realized that when walking by the animal shelter, the window does not cover just the reception desk, but the cat adoption center as well. Not only had you been walking by Mark every day, but apparently this guy too. “Well that’s beside the point. I’m not going to lay off Mark, just because some random guy told me to. For all I know you might not even really know him!”

He sighed, “Listen I might as well tell you this, because either way you’ll find out once you go home and stalk him on social media, but Mark just got out of a long term relationship. And he’s kind of still hoping that they’ll get back together. Haven’t you noticed that he hasn’t caught on that you’ve been coming in here so much?”

Hearing this, your heart fell a bit. Not as much as you thought it would, but you still felt a piece of it chip away. “I-I just thought maybe he wasn’t very observant.”

“Well, that’s true… but he’s also just so invested in his ex he hasn’t really paid attention to anyone else.”

A tight smile came to your face and you wanted nothing more than for the moment to just be over. You already embarrassed yourself enough and standing in front of this guy you barely knew only made things worse somehow. “I-I should just go then. There’s no reason for me to be here then. Thanks for all your… help.”

He got up from his chair, and moved around the desk to grab your wrist, just as you began to turn towards the door. Startled at his sudden closeness, you looked into his eyes. For the first time since you came in, you felt him shy away from you a bit, not having the same confidence and cocky attitude as before. Searching his eyes, you felt him wanting to say something to you, but not knowing exactly how to say it.

He cleared his throat, “you can come and stalk me as much as you like.”

“I wasn’t stalk-“ You stopped yourself from finishing when his words finally caught up to you, “w-what?”

He rolled his eyes at you, “do I really have to say it again? Are you going to make me?”

You stepped back from his grasp, “sorry I’m just a little confused.”

He closed his eyes tightly as if cursing at himself for going about this the wrong way. You laughed at his frustration over the situation, it was actually… kind of cute?

With his eyes still closed, “why don’t we just start over? You know before I-” you cut him off before he could finish, “ruined my harmless crush?”

His eyes shot open, “okay harmless? You were coming in here almost every other day and watching him through the window when you walked by every day!”

“For your information I only came in once a week!”

He blinked twice and thrusted his hand forward, “I’m Jaebeom.”

This was not how you expected this day to go at all. You thought at worst Mark would just ignore you and at best you would maybe end up with a coffee date. What was even happening?

Reluctantly, you took Jaebeom’s hand in yours. You told him your own name and felt Jaebeom’s hand draw back. “I-I know actually,” he paused, “we kind of go to the same university. I’ve seen you around campus a couple of times and then when I noticed you passing by here I kind of just you know…”

“stalked me?” You finished for him.

Jaebeom took a step back in panic, “n-no! I was not stalking you! I just looked you up online… You know… just through a friend of a friend’s profile.” He mumbled the last part.

“Oh so a completely normal thing to do, right?” You teased.

He sighed deeply and looked at the ground, shaking his head. “Ugh I probably shouldn’t even be saying this, because it’s so embarrassing… but I thought you recognized me from school and that’s why you had been passing by here,” he avoided making eye contact and kept his head down towards the floor, “then when you come in and I saw the way you asked Mark all those random questions, I realized it wasn’t for me.”

Finally, Jaebeom looked up at you and gave you a shy smile. You took in his facial features which at first had seemed sharp and cruel, but his nervous and almost bashful behavior in front of you made you see how gentle he truly was. His eyes looked into yours sadly, as if he waited for you to make fun of him.

“You know… It’s not that often that I have a stalker. I really have to make the most of this.”

He groaned, “I wasn’t stalking!”

“Sound familiar?”

“Okay maybe I was a little.”

You smiled, “how far did you get on my Instagram?”

His eyes widened and he raised his voice, “yah! I’m not that much of a creep!” You raised your eyebrows at him and he gave in, simply muttering, “your senior prom, 2015. Your friend was your date.” He avoided all eye contact once again and you had to stop yourself at giggling at how cute he was.

You straightened your posture as you channeled your utmost confidence, “Verve is my favorite coffeeshop.”

Jaebeom looks at you confused, “what?”

“It’s my favorite coffeeshop and I may or may not be there after you get off your shift,” you shrugged and took a step towards him, “isn’t that something stalkers want to know?”

He smiled, looking into your eyes and took a step forward as well, “I guess it is.”

Your closeness to Jaebeom was interrupted by the ring of the front door’s bell, signaling the arrival of someone in the shelter. Both of you took a step back.

“I know I said I couldn’t come in today and that’s why I begged you to cover me but I had to come back because I left my metro card when I locked up last night.”

Both you and Jaebeom turned to the front to see Mark quickly rushing in, immediately darting behind the front desk in search of his metro card, paying no mind to you.

“Ah! Found it! I knew it was here. You know how annoying it is to just walk everywhere? It’s like- If I’m paying monthly for this thing, might as well use it and not forget it at wor-” In the midst of his rant, Mark paused when he noticed you and Jaebeom together.

Mark blushed embarrassedly, “sorry I didn’t realize you were with a customer Jae.”

Jaebeom looked from Mark to you and wondered if you would forget all about him and simply return to having Mark be the object of your affection. “Yeah man, I was just trying to help her-”

You cut Jaebeom off, “actually I’m not a customer.”

Jaebeom looked at you confused and Mark spoke up, just as perplexed, “oh?”

“I come in here all the time and pass by every single day on my way home from school.”

Mark looked at you as though you were crazy, “and why is that?” Smiling you answered him, “because I have a crush on someone who works here.”

“No way! Who? Jinyoung? Yugyeom? I bet it’s Jackson…” he paused and took a step back to look at you, “you look like a Jackson girl.”

You moved closer to Jaebeom and softly grabbed his hand. He looked at you in shock as if he couldn’t believe that you’d choose him over Mark. “Nope not them.”

Mark looked at your hand in Jaebeom’s and his eyes widened, “what! Jae? Wow… That’s actually really cute,” he pouted for a moment, “I wish someone would come in to see me everyday. Hana would never do that for me. You’re lucky Jaebeom. Hold on to this one!”

You felt Jaebeom stroke his thumb against the top of your hand, he smiled.

“Oh trust me, I will.”

#got7 #got7 fic #got7 fanfic #got7 au #im jaebeom

61 notes · View notes

possiblypeachy · 5 years

Text

tea & schemes (8.)

―; summary: Florence grapples with far too many feelings and, as always, Lissie comes to the rescue.

―; pairing: jacob frye x ofc

―; word count: 4.8k

―; warnings: light swearing.

―; A/N: flor is too lovely for all of this and i just want her to be happy guys im :(( but also, can we start a felicity marlowe fanclub?? please leave applications below to become an official member bc everyone should love her she’s like a rockin’ older sister.

also, if i was okay with writing like 6k word chapters they would’ve kissed in this one so keep an eye out in the next chapter people

―; part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

― ❊ ―

The walk back to Florence’s home was filled with light, cheerful conversation but brushes against the shoulder and moments of her simply studying Jacob’s face seemed far more frequent. Or were they like this usually? Florence was unsure; she’d begun to overwhelm herself inside her own mind, though she kept Jacob none the wiser. The last thing that she could afford right now was him, of all people, digging through her conscious.

“-- and I was trying to enjoy a pint but along comes Evie with this huge bloke’s head in her hands and she just slams him into my table. I tell you, beer in the eyes is painful but not as painful as the splinters that man had to pull out of his face.” Jacob grimaced, gazing into as though he was envisioning the wound’s that very moment. Then hazel eyes met hers, amusement mirrored in both of their eyes. “So, the moral of that story is to never go drinking with my sister.”

“Such a shame, that.” Florence’s brows drew together in faux disappointment. “To think, I was going to invite your sister down to the pub this weekend.”

“Without me?”

She shot him a little wink, a finger coming up to tap her nose. “Girl talk, Jacob; you wouldn’t understand.”

He huffed out a laugh, taking a familiar turn into her street. “I’m not sure Evie would either.”

Florence’s gaze fixed to the profile of his face for a moment too long, just watching the curl of his lips and the jovial light flickering in his eyes. Why did she find it so impossible that he actually wanted to spend time with her? Remnants of Thomas prickled at her heart, despite Jacob’s work to remove them. The thought that she might allow herself to fall fully for this man-- this assassin-- only for him to break her again terrified her more than Florence would like to admit. Yet, his presence had been lingering on her mind for longer than she’d previously realised.

His eyes dragged from the bunting strung above her street to her and the worried little crease between her eyebrows. Florence appeared to be in another world entirely. “Flor? Are you alright?”

She blinked once, then again, before refocusing on the world around her. A gentle smile tugged her lips upwards and she nodded. “Yes, of course. I was just thinking…”

… that I’d very much like to kiss you.

… of how you always seem to make me feel at ease.

… about you.

“... that we should perhaps part ways here, lest Freddy interrogate the both of us. You know how he is.”

Jacob chortled, nodding, his brows raised. “Indeed I do.” There came a little sigh, hardly noticeable, though gave the impression that he was almost sad that their time together had come to a close. The smile she gave him said the same.

Something heavy hung above their heads.

“Well, thank you for today, Jacob. There’s nothing like watching someone you know beat a crowd of grown men up.” Florence breathed out a laugh, shaking her head slightly.

There was a softness to Jacob’s face; the curve of his lips was gentle, the glint in his eyes screamed of something more than a simple care, and his gaze studied each of her features-- from that little mole on her bottom lip to the hump in her nose to the strands of mousy hair that had taken to resting on her forehead. The arm that had been hooked around hers moved forward but he paused before putting his hand on her hip. Instead, below her sight, Jacob’s hand balled into a loose fist-- a sign of a change of heart. “Florence,” her full name, “look, I really--”

Her hand came to his shoulder to stop him, heart roaring her ears. “I should really be getting inside, Jacob.” Ah, Christ Almighty, he looked like a kicked puppy. It was near indescribable how much her heart wanted her to push forward embrace him, tell him of all the tangled worries occupying her mind, but that very mind insisted that Florence had to make sense of it herself first. So, as to appease her heart enough to allow her a few hours of restful sleep tonight, she rolled up onto the tips of her toes, placed a hand to one of his cheeks, and gave a featherlight kiss to the other. She muttered a soft “Visit me again soon.” before turning and hurrying into the safety of her own home.

Jacob watched after her with wide eyes and parted lips. It was rare that Jacob Frye was speechless but, for a few moments, his brain was completely incapable of comprehending words. Was he blushing? His own hand came to his cheek and he frowned slightly. Maybe.

Bloody Hell.

London does have its surprises.

---

“A letter came for you while you were out, Florrie” was the first thing she heard as she walked in the door. Freddy, from the lounge chair, glanced over the newspaper he had been reading and to his sister, furrowing his brows at the red tinge to her ears and neck and the otherwise lost look in her eyes. “You look flustered.”

Florence hung her shawl beside the door and tucked a few strands that had come loose from her bun behind her ear. “Oh, it’s…” Eyes flickered over to the letter on the tea table before flitting to Frederick, giving him a reassuring smile, “... it’s nothing. I think Lissie made my corset a smidge too tight this morning and, well,” Her lips pursed and her brows rocketed toward her hairline, “I’ve already told you how overwhelming Willard can be.”

Freddy hummed, uncomfortable with the thought of a man being so shameless with his sister. The newspaper flopped at one corner when he gestured to the letter now in her hands. “What’s that about, then? Is it mother and father?”

She tapped the back of the envelope with her thumb for a second or two, having vaguely recognised the handwriting as most certainly not her mother’s, before tearing it open. It was an invitation to meet again the day after the next from--

“Willard. He’s asked to meet with me again.” She muttered, scanning over the contents of the letter.

Freddy frowned. “Couldn’t he have asked you that at the library?”

Ah, shit.

“He had to leave on ‘important business’ earlier than I expected so he must’ve just forgotten.” Florence had a talent for lying through her teeth, though whenever it was to her brother she did feel the need to pray to the Lord above at the same time.

Freddy was quiet for a few moments then sighed. Florence held her breath. “No doubt his ‘important business’ was--” The pitch of his voice heightened somewhat and it drew a smile up from his sister, “-- ‘collect my latest pomade shipment, make a fancy speech to parliament, plot the demise of Frederick Abberline.’”

She snorted, folding the letter back up and balancing it between her middle and ring fingers. “I’m sure he’s arranging the hitmen as we speak, dear brother.”

Freddy shrugged and raised his eyebrows in response, a motion that said “probably” before letting his eyes drift back to the newspaper. Florence paused for a few moments in her place, toying with the letter. She needed to speak with Lissie.

“When you see her next, can you tell Lissie to come up to my room? I’d like to get out of this corset and into a nice bath.”

“Of course.” Frederick gave her a little farewell smile as his sister made her way towards the staircase.

Lissie was something of an agony aunt and, goodness, did she need someone’s ear to chew off. In fact, merely thinking of it made her hands shake and breathing heavy. Even the gentle meowing of Duncan behind her bedroom door did very little to calm her nerves.

A gentle knock came to the door and Florence didn’t even have a chance to answer before the figure of Lissie bumbled through the door. She had two cups of tea in her hand and a concerned glint in her eyes; she already knew that Florence was worrying. Felicity was a good woman and Florence appreciated her very much.

Without a word, Lissie passed a cup to Florence and she began to blow over the surface of it, steadying it when the older woman took a seat on the bed beside her. There was a slurping noise-- how did she drink it while it was still so hot?-- then Lissie settled the tea into her lap, turning slightly so she could take Florence in fully. “What’s the matter, dear--”

“I like him.” She blurted out, honey eyes flickering from her tea to her maid. There was a look of desperation there-- as if she was hoping that Felicity could simple somehow magic away that clenching of her heart.

Lissie furrowed her brows. “You like who?”

“Jaco-- Mister Frye. We’ve been spending more time together recently and I-- and we--” Florence held her breath, keeping eye contact with Lissie for a few moments, before finally sighing. “He almost kissed me.” There was a pause. “I almost kissed him.” Another. She threw one hand up into the air and the cup of tea in her other hand wobbled dangerously. “I don’t know-- I don’t know! I just--”

“Lovely!” A hand came to Florence’s shoulder. “Lovely. Calm down.” Lissie’s smile was so kind that Florence actually felt her shoulders relax. Blue eyes met hers and, to reassure Lissie, she gave her a little nod. “It’s fine. He’s not a bad bloke, is he?”

“No, of course not. Jacob is… well, he’s really charming. He’s not a huge gentleman but he doesn’t have to be. I just--” Florence glanced to the corner of the room, where Duncan was watching them both, then back to Lissie. “I just think I really like him.”

That smile curled at Felicity’s lips and Florence stifled a laugh of disbelief. Before she could say anything though, Lissie was already speaking, “Oh, to be young and in love.”

“You’re lucky I need you, Felicity Marlowe.”

Lissie grinned, crow’s feet appearing at the corners of her eyes. “I know, I know. But,” The same hand that had been on her shoulder moved to her lap, giving Florence’s thigh a reassuring squeeze beneath her skirts, “you seem quite smitten with this Jacob fellow and, from the sounds of it, he likes you enough too. Is he why you’re always out?”

Florence took a sip of tea, avoiding the answer to the question for as long as she could, and flinched when it burnt her tongue. She swallowed once, with brows pulled downwards, then answered a simple: “Yes”.

“Do you enjoy yourself with him?”

A pause. “Yes.” Honey eyes met blue ones, remnants of the day swimming about in them. “Did you know he took me to a fight club today? I watched him fight; he’s the champion there.”

Lissie’s fingernails tapped along the ceramic cup and her lips pursed for a moment. “So, why is it such a dilemma that you fancy him, then?”

There was the real question. Why did it bother her so much that she liked someone-- liked him? It wasn’t like Jacob had done any wrong by her yet. In fact, he’d gone out of his way to make her happier. And, the way he had looked at her: as though she was everything that existed in the world at that moment. God, it made Florence’s throat tighten and heart swell.

“I should be looking for a wealthy husband. I need someone my father would benefit from.” Lissie looked unconvinced. Florence looked panicked. “Freddy wouldn’t approve either.”

Felicity set her tea down and held her hands out. Florence did the same and placed her own hands in the maid’s grip. A thumb glided over the back of her palm as an effort to comfort. “Firstly, you have never been concerned with such tripe. My Florence would rather die than marry into wealth.”

Florence’s lips curled into one of those smiles that said: “You’re right but I don’t want to admit that I was wrong”.

“Secondly,” One of Lissie’s hands came up to raise Florence’s gaze back to her, “in the politest way possible, fuck your brother.”

Florence frowned. “I’d prefer not to.”

Felicity groaned, rolling her eyes and giving a slight pinch to the back of Florence’s hand. “Hush, you terrible woman.” She huffed out a laugh, allowing Lissie to continue. “Freddy would disapprove if you got with the son of Queen Victoria herself. He might yap on about you needing to marry a ‘good man’ but all he cares for is your happiness, lovely. He’s probably just worried about Jacob’s intentions.”

Florence sighed, teeth gnawing at her top lip. She was right. Lissie was always right.

“What is it that’s really worrying you?”

That clenching in her chest began again but it was sadder this time-- scared. When she looked back up to Felicity, there were the beginnings of tears in her eyes. “I’m frightened he’s going to break my heart or--or--” One fell down the curve of her face and Lissie was already pulling Florence into a hug, burying the younger’s face into her own shoulder, “-- if he might leave me because I’m too b-boring and I--”

A gentle ‘shh’ came to stop her blubbering and stuttering. “Florence, lovely, you’re one of the most interesting, lively women I’ve ever met and anyone would be blind to not see the same.” Florence hiccuped into her shoulder, pulling away slightly to rub her eyes. At the same time, Felicity’s hands cupped her cheeks to ensure that Florence was looking at her. Red circled honeyed eyes, lashes thick and dark with tears. Lissie frowned slightly and moved forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. “If he’s gotten into your heart, it’s because he tried. I reckon Jacob wants you as much as you want him.”

God, he had tried. Jacob was so kind to her-- so willing to help her outside of this little box she’d been put in by her class. He wasn’t afraid to show her new things in fear that it’d ‘ruin her innocence’. He’d tell her horribly lewd jokes because they made her do that silly snort of hers. He, despite his sister’s words of concern, always went out of his way to see her.

Florence’s heart calmed down a little bit.

Maybe this all wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

Through a small sniff and her hands coming up to wipe away the moisture on her cheeks, Florence sighed but it sounded somewhat like a laugh. “That sounds terribly dirty, Lissie.”

Obviously pleased with how Florence had stopped crying and now had the beginnings of a smile playing at her lips, Felicity released her face and grinned, pointing an accusing finger. “I’ve seen the bloke’s shoulders-- nice and broad. Don’t lie to me and tell me you haven’t thought about him above--”

“Felicity Marlowe!” Florence slapped the maid’s arm, stifling a naughty little giggle. There was a wonderful sense of joy in the genuine smile of someone who had just been sobbing. It was their emotion in its rawest form-- walls torn down by the breakdown moments before. Despite her eyes and the red around them, light shone in her pupils eyes again. “Just go and sort me out a bath, please.”

“What? So you can think of all his muscles alone?”

Florence shot her a sharp look but the dimple in her cheek made an appearance, her head shaking. “No.” Then, a playful little smile graced her features and she glanced away briefly. “So I can plan on how I’m going to kiss him.”

Lissie’s grin was proud. “That’s the spirit.”

---

The park she’d been due to meet Willard in was quaint enough, with a little gazebo in the centre that a band played in. It was mid-morning, so the soft chirps of birds accompanied this melody, which calmed Florence’s heart to some degree, she supposed. In the light of the rising sun, it wasn’t difficult to spot Willard’s golden crown of hair. The mottled sun painted gorgeously against tanned skin and, when he heard the small clicks of her footsteps, he turned, green eyes appearing almost icy in the light.

“Dear Florence!” He stood from the bench he’d been sat on and took a few steps towards her. His head bowed and his hand took hers, placing a featherlight kiss upon the back of it. “I hope nothing terrible happened to your brother, hm?”

Florence’s smile was courteous and sweet but the sickness in her stomach remembered Willard and his feelings toward Freddy-- how he planned to use her. “Well, you’ll be pleased to know that he was fine.” Willard raised a brow, asking her to elaborate. She did, hooking her arm through his so they could walk together, “He had ripped my favourite dress accidentally and had begun to panic far too much-- the poor sod. Oh, sorry for the language. I’m--”

For once, Willard seemed to smile genuinely, breathing out a laugh. “It’s charming, Florence; you shouldn’t apologise. I have siblings, so I know it’s not always so easy to refer to them nicely.” He had leant into her somewhat to say this, as though it was a little known secret. Much to her own surprise, a little grin tugged at her lips. “If you’d like, I can put some money in toward reparations? I would hate for you not to feel as gorgeous as you always look.”

Here start the compliments again.

“No, it’s fine; I’m unsure on if I’d even fit into it anymore. I’ve had it for far too long so it’s about time I chose another.” Did Florence have actually have a preferred dress? No. She chose all of her dresses because she knew that she’d look good in them. There was no purpose in her having one particular ‘favourite’.

“Well, perhaps you should make the one you’re wearing now your new favourite. If I might say, blue is a beautiful colour on you. It really brings out the paleness of your skin.”

Great. She supposed blue couldn’t be her favourite colour anymore.

Florence’s previous thought that her conversation was going quite swimmingly with Willard, although brief, flew completely out of the window. In an effort to hide her growing grimace, she turned as if to look at the birds in the trees above them. “Thank you, Willard. I’ll keep that in mind.”

They walked in silence for a while, following a path lined with flowers. The quiet was welcome for a time until the realisation that Willard was never quiet for this long hit Florence across the face. She finally shot a glance toward him to find him looking less-than-happy with the world.

“You seem troubled, Willard. Is there something you wish to speak with me about?”

His eyes met hers after a few moments. Then, he gestured for them to sit on the bench just beside the gazebo. “What is your opinion of me, Florence?”

Genuine confusion washed across her expression. “Nothing bad, Willard. You’ve only been nice to me. Why?”

“It’s just that there have been… unsavoury rumours going about with concerns to my intentions with you.” Willard shifted in his seat so that he might hold her hands. Florence allowed him to, upholding that look of bewilderment. “I simply hope for this to be the start of something grander and I would hate for you or your family to think of me in a bad light.”

What did he know? What had he heard?

“What rumours might those be?” The speed of her speech made her seem panicked but, if he had picked up on it, he didn’t comment.

Willard frowned. “After Sergeant Abberline arrested my brother, some people have this sick idea in their minds that I’m out for revenge. What my brother did--” He swallowed, appearing quite disgusted. A terrible feeling began to stir in Florence’s stomach. “What he did was… horrible and I am ashamed to have the same blood as the wretched man.”

Was he lying? He must be. A barrage of doubt slammed into her. Maybe he was being truthful and the note was a set-up of some kind. But, on the other spin of the coin, perhaps he’d noticed he’d lost the note and wanted to cover up his tracks. There was a flashing memory of the look in his eyes when Jacob introduced himself. None of the puzzle pieces were connecting and Florence was beginning to feel quite light-headed.

She blinked once. Then, twice. Her hand came up to tuck a few curled strands of brown behind her ear in an effort to self-comfort. “I have never thought such a thing and nor has Freddy.”

“I’d still feel horrible to just leave it at that; I feel like I must prove that I’m not the creator of some dastardly plan. So,” Was that a shy smile? From Willard? “I’d like to invite you and your brother to dinner at my manor at the end of this week.”

What had she done to the Lord above for Him to invoke such wrath upon her?

Florence felt like her body had frozen, bar the heavy swallow she took. Dinner wouldn’t be… so bad. Yet, there was this pang in her chest that told her that living this double life-- split between being this Florence for Willard and the real Florence to Jacob-- would be her downfall but she felt that she had very few options in the matter.

“That sounds lovely, Willard. I’ll be sure to tell my brother when I return home. Speaking of which--”

“Oh, don’t say you must leave, dear.”

Florence’s lips tugged into a sad smile, patting Willard’s shoulder to comfort him. “-- I must leave to go home. Our maid is due to do the shopping soon and I must go with her; my cat has a very specific diet.”

Willard huffed out a laugh at this and stood up with her. “Well, I look forward to seeing you again this weekend. Do say ‘hello’ to this diva cat of yours from me, too.”

At that, Florence grinned and said her goodbyes. Beneath her, her feet went a little faster than usual.

---

The door was unlocked when she got back, Freddy obviously having forgotten to lock it on his way out to work. As soon as she stood on the creaky floorboard near the entrance, the door closed behind her, Florence let out a heavy sigh, shoulders relaxing somewhat. She set her little purse down on the little table beside the coat rack but stays there to lean on it for a small while, simply gathering her thoughts.

Her opinion on Willard was much like a metronome; sometimes, he was delightfully charming and today told that he had at least some sense of humour but, other times, he was like the wolf to her rabbit-- ready to consume everything she had ever stood for in a grapple for power. It made her feel weak either way; she didn’t want to kneel for any man.

Her breathing was deep and slow-- an attempt to comfort-- and one of her hands had begun to work on undoing the bun on her crown. Florence had had enough of today and it was barely the afternoon. She would write her parents another letter, read, and wait for Freddy to get home; she didn’t have the emotional energy for much else.

“A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”

Florence jumped, all of her muscles tensing in one go to look toward the source of the voice.

There was Jacob, all amused at the sight of Florence so surprised, holding Pride and Prejudice in his hands. “Who knew books could have such profound words? Now I know where your fancy vocabulary comes from.”

Florence, despite her racing heart, laughed softly, shaking her head. With a brow raised, other hand out to ask for the book back, she asked: “How did you get in, Jacob?”

He took a few steps forward, around the lounge chairs, to give her the novel. “That maid of yours-- Lissie, was it?-- let me in just as she was leaving.”

The image of Felicity’s dirty little smile came to the forefront of her mind and Florence bit back a grin. “If Freddy had come home, you’d have been killed.”

“Oh, yes-- because your brother is capable of murdering me.” Jacob narrowed his eyes at her, snark dripping from his voice, and plonked himself down onto the nearest chair, playing with the fabric beneath him. Florence sighed, amused, but said nothing more, going to hang up her shawl. Jacob soon noticed the tension in her movement and the tiredness in her eyes. “What’s got you in a twist, lovely Flor?”

Of course he’d notice. He noticed everything. That feeling arose again when she turned to look at him, concern in those hazel eyes, but she swallowed it. “I met with Willard again today--” The slight frown Jacob adopted was nearly missable, “-- and he’s invited both me and my brother to dinner this weekend.”

He made a mock ‘ooh-la-la’ noise, despite there being a little part of him that hated the whole idea. “Sounds like a date. Perhaps he’s courting you and you don’t even know it.”

“Oh, I know it; he makes it all too obvious. I just don’t want to be… courted.” Florence paused, rolling her shawl in her hands. “Not by him, at least.”

Jacob’s little grin never left but there was something in his eyes as he asked: “Did you have anyone else in mind?”

Blood rocketed through her veins. She could hear it in her ears-- feel her pulse in her neck. Their gazes locked for a moment too long and his expression softened into one reminiscent of the other evening. Florence broke the moment by dragging her eyes away. “The only thing I have on my mind is alcohol; I need to relax.”

“I could help with that.” Briefly, she looked back to him only to be met with a cheeky wink. Her shawl flew through the air and landed on his face, muffling his chuckling.

“You’re terrible, Jacob.” Try as she might, she was unable to keep the dimple in her cheek away, facing away from him for a few moments so he didn’t get the satisfaction of seeing her laugh. When Florence finally looked back to him, he was still grinning, now wearing her shawl like a pretty scarf. “You can stay and share some wine, if you’d like--”

“No, no. Certainly not.” He stood up, shuffling around the table to get to her. “Come on.”

She frowned, confused. “What?”

“You’re not going to drink wine and mope at home. If you want to drink, we’re going to go to the pub.”

“Jacob--”

One of his hands were already on the doorknob, tugging the door open. The other he held out toward her like an invitation. “I won’t hear it. It’ll cheer you up.”

Florence bit her cheek, arms crossed beneath her chest, unconvinced.

“I want to see you happy again-- like the other night.”

Felicity’s word from earlier echoed about her head. Jacob did only want to make her happy.

Florence’s resolve broke in the form of a tilt of her head and a little smile. “Fine.” She placed her hand in his and he helped her step out of the door. “You have to give me my shawl back.”

Jacob, closing the door behind him, hummed. “You know what?” The hand that wasn’t holding hers stroked the fabric of the shawl. “I don’t think I want to.”

Her jaw dropped in mock offence and he half-shouted when her hand came up to try to pull the damned thing from his shoulders. “Give it back to me, Jacob; that thing cost me a pound!” Florence’s words came out through laughter, drawing attention to the pair of them from people strewn about the street.

“Alright, alright! I’ll give it back--” She went to grab it again and he leant away. That gooey feeling in his centre returned when she pouted, “-- if you promise to hold my hand on the way there.”

Florence sighed. “People will talk.”

“Damn them.”

She frowned-- thoughtful. Then, honey eyes melded with hazel.

Damn them.

“Deal.” Jacob didn’t have a moment to react when she tugged it off of his shoulders and draped it over her own. “Thank you.”

He stared at her for a little too long, the beginnings of a certain smile curling at his lips. “I think it looks better on you, anyway.”

Florence gave a little grin, unable to keep the red twinge away from her ears.

Their fingers stayed interlocked for the short journey there and Florence, it seemed, had underestimated how much more it made her love him--

Like him.

She only liked him.

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed syndicate #ac: syndicate #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye x oc #frederick abberline #florence abberline #evie frye #writing #THEY'LL KISS SOON #I PROMISE #but please enjoy this little cheek kiss for now #and also the beginnings of jealous!jacob

27 notes · View notes

matlidas-blog · 5 years

Text

( madelaine petsch ／ she/her ／ twenty three . ) welcome to los angeles, matilda “tilly” hughes. the glitterati has been watching you. rumour has it you made your first mark in the industry seven years ago & that your net worth currently stands at 10m. it seems as though you’re enjoying being a reality television personality / musician since relocating from orange county, ca. some might say you’d be a good fit for the glitterati due to your hollywood ranking being a solid #2, & it helps that fans speak so highly of your gregarious & magnetic ways. unfortunately, our sources cite that those closest to you aren’t particularly impressed with your impetuous & argumentative tendencies.

hi, all ! i’m kinda nervous about joining this group bc of all your lovely muses & amazing concept but never the less let’s hope i don’t flop ! wow, sm hope ! SDKFHSHF ... ANYWAY ! i’m bean ( she + her / twenty / livin’ in england ) :+) ! you can call me beanie, b, beans, whatever your heart desires really & this is my Chaotic™ daughter, tilly ! she’s a mash-up of some characters that i’ve played previously, so hopefully you all love her as much as i do. ANYWAYS, i’m also really really bad at intros & whatnot ( she says as she writes a literal novel SFKHDHF. ) but if you want to plot, or ... whatever y’all wanna do. 🤠 then feel free to im me ? add me on discord ? ( old bean#9559 ) and uhhh, yeah ! this sux, goodnight. pls love me :+)

p.s : i’m so sorry that this whole post radiates a chaotic energy that i did not expect ! oh well !

one. ˛ ◜ 🥀 ◞ BASIC STATISTICS.

full name : matilda quinn hughes-becker. professionally known as : matilda / tilly hughes. nicknames : tils ( general ), lil’ red ( family orientated ) – just don’t call her matilda, unless you’re her mother or you want to annoy her. :-) age : twenty-three. birthdate : october twenty-fourth. zodiac : scorpio. claim to fame : sort of like the kardashians / real housewives, the hughes’ family has built an empire over the years and tilly was born into the lifestyle ( comparable to kendall & kylie, if i’m honest ) and hasn’t really had to do anything but breathe to see money in the bank. reality tv star ( her family has their own show, following the day-to-day lives of ex-musician turned producer, gerald hughes, his beautician housewife, julia becker & their five children ) and recording artist / musician are both notches on her belt, but she has various social media followings, of course ( youtube for music, bts & promotional videos, instagram & snapchat for the same, but also personal use ). general occupation : reality television personality / musician. net-worth to date : ten million. years active : seven. birthplace & hometown : orange county, california, united states. current residence : los angeles, california. career claims : to be added, not applicable atm. orientation : bisexual, biromantic.

two. ˛ ◜ 🥀 ◞ PHYSICALS.

faceclaim : madelaine petsch. hair colour & style ( general ) : strawberry blonde / red, all natural, usually worn curled / wavy in it’s natural form. height : 5′6. piercings : standard lobes ( x3 in left, 2 in right ), both nipples & scattered studs in her left ear ( including tragus, conch & cartilage ). tattoos : all most definitely from curt montgomery, coverage is at this level. surgeries made public : rhinoplasty ( 2015 ), dissolvable lip fillers ( 2017– ). other physical notes : has a mole on her stomach, a few freckles on her face and slightly noticeable scar just above her right eyebrow, although she tries to hide that as much as possible.

three. ˛ ◜ 🥀 ◞ KEY POINTS.

i. truly thinks she’s that bitch, the regina george of her own time... or so she likes to believe. she’s grown up in the spotlight ( or at least with the cameras rolling and following her around for her every movie ) so she’s a) used to it, b) likes to use it all to her advantage if need be and c) knows too much sometimes. she’s literally only ever known this life, so if she was to be knocked down a few notches, then so be it !

ii. her father ( gerald hughes, ex-singer of the 80′s/90′s ) is the one that got her into the music scene, she didn’t have to really work for anything to get where she is. she’s claimed to of “worked hard” but in the world of ghost-writers, good press teams and a famous father ? who needs hard work ? sure, she’s talented, and good at what she does, but in some ways, she takes after her mother in the sense of relying on looks and her name to get her to the top. but, she works hard in that category.

iii. she’s an open book, has never lied about anything regarding her past-scandals, relationships etc. but there’s always room for that ( wink wonk ;+) ) but in the long run, she’s pretty much chilled out. she’s not an asshole, but she can be defensive, argumentative & literally start beef online if she feels she’s being publicly shamed ( basically any youtuber ever SDKHFSHK. ) however, when she cares about people ... she fuckin’ cares. like ? she’ll deadass be a ride or die, but don’t expect her to let it go if you cross her. #spilltheteasis ! skdhfds.

four. ˛ ◜ 🥀 ◞ W. CONNECTIONS.

i. ride or die : can be a single friend, or perhaps a group ( max. 4, maybe ? ) that have rode through all the hardships with tilly, including scandals, etc. and have stuck with her unlike others that came & went like the common cold.

ii. exes : boyfriends, girlfriends ... something that ended good or bad, mutually agreed on the split or ... it was messy ! whatever works, she’s a messy gal so ... literally anything will work, i promise.

iii. family friends : maybe their families grew up together, worked together at some point or run in the same circle ( closer than others, for better or for worse ) ? it can be positive, negative, indifferent. maybe their families / parents are friends but they’ve never really met ? who knows !

iv. unlikely friends : two people who are nothing the same, or textbook definitions of not getting along but have some sort of mutual thing that connect them together ! not necessarily joined at the hip, maybe not even that close but can call on one another if they’d ever need it.

v. hook-ups, friends w benefits, rebounds : it’s a messy world & they’re just living in it. you get it... it’s simple ! i just want tilly to be the messy bitch she deserves to be SDKFHDS. but ! gotta love drama, angst ... don’t we all :^)

a full bio & a more extensive list of wanted connections will come when i’m not Stressed™ over my degree & that’s the motherfuckin’ tea ! lmao. but uhhh y’all please love her ? she’s a bit chaotic and whack – and completely not outlined properly in this post – but i ... promise that i’m – slightly – better than this. *raven vc* yep, that’s me !

#i'll act like this is trash for a valid reason but ...#i'm just a dumb bitch who's stressed over exams. SKDFHDS.#serves me right huh.#but ANYWAY. love me and tilly ( maybe )#mainly me .. thank u.#glittintro #˛ ◜ 🥀 ◞ 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. › 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 .

6 notes · View notes

jae-daddy · 7 years

Text

Holic (6)

Jaebum AU

one / two / three / four / five / seven / eight / nine /

Characters: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mature

Plot: After your older sister bails on her wedding day, Jaebum and you tie the knot. You weren’t always so bad, at one time you were kids who were true friends, but I guess time is a horrible thing.

a/n: help tried to make steamy

You were fifteen years old when everything between Jaebum and you changed. He had always been a little shithead, but he was also your friend. Something happened and you both were never the same again.

You stood outside of Jaebum’s house, hiding behind your parents as they talked.

The adults were saying their farewell to each other, as the kids stood idly beside them, trying not to show their sadness. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at Jaebum, whose gaze you could feel on you.

You didn’t want to see him leave. He was such an important part of your life, just the mere thought of him not being there sent chills through you.

Your parents stepped away from you and went back into the house leaving the kids behind. The three of you stood there at the bottom of the steps that led to Jaebum’s old house. You didn’t move from your spot and kept staring at the ground.

Your sister said her goodbyes first, being as gracefully as ever, leaving after a quick hug. You stayed the back, awkwardly rubbing your arm, still refusing to look up.

Saying goodbyes weren’t really your thing. Actually saying anything emotional wasn’t much of your thing. You didn’t talk to people unless it was small talk or a sarcastic banter battle.

“Y/n,” Jaebum’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You finally looked up from the rocky cement to find his warm brown eyes focused on your red face. The spring breeze rushed through your hair, warming up your hands, but your heart felt cold.

“Will you stay if I ask you to?” You whispered, tears pricking your eyes.

Jaebum took a step towards and stood close to you, as a sad sigh left him. You felt his heat envelope you, as the smell of clean laundry and something that only Jaebum carried surrounded you.

“You know I can’t even if I wanted to,” he held your wrists, as his eyes meeting yours. “But I can make a promise.”

You watched as his lips turned into a small smile.

“A promise?” You asked, meekly. Jaebum’s smile grew as he held your hands in his.

“I promise I will come back to you.” His words made your heart feel lighter, as more tears escaped you.

“You promise?” You peered into his eyes, your eyelashes wet from all the crying.

“I promise.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You grunted as you pulled at the plant, but ended up falling on your ass. The plant mockingly stayed in its place, not even swaying at your attempts.

You heard light laughter behind you, as you saw Jaebum make his way towards you. His hands were rolling the sleeves of his business shirt, as he took long strides that led him to stand above you.

“Need help?” He asked, with a mocking smile.

“Don’t mind if I do,” you replied, simply, instead of being mulish.

He moved in front of you and tried to pull at the plant. After a few tries, he ended up beside you with a terrified yelp, falling on the soft green grass beside you.

A little giggle escaped your lips, as you saw Jaebum’s face contour between terror, defeat and surprise.

Slowly, your giggles grew into a tummy aching laugh. Tears began streaming down your cheeks, as you remembered Jaebum’s horrified look over and over again.

You pointed at Jaebum and laughed harder as he brushed the dirt from his palm, frowning.

He looked over at you, his frown slowly starting to dissolve and turn into a chuckle, as he saw you dying from your laughter.

His lips whirled into a loopy grin, as his eyes closed into tiny slits of joy. He grinned widely, light laughter leaving him, as he watched your laughing face.

This was the first time Jaebum had seen you laugh so freely since you were kids. He realised how much he had missed it, and how badly he wanted to see it again. He cherished your face so free, not hiding behind a pretence of a heartless princess.

He watched as your hiccups began dying down, and you wiped the tears that escaped your eyes.

“Come on, you little demon,” Jaebum patted your back. “Let’s try it together.”

You both got up and counted to three, as you held the plant.

“One, two, three!” And then, you both went flying through the air with broken leaves in your grips.

You sighed in frustration and threw the leaf at the plant.

“Why is this so hard?!” You pouted angrily, cursing the plant.

“Why are you even gardening all of a sudden?” He asked you instead, turning to look at you. You cleared your throat, not wanting to reply.

But when he nudged your side, you crumbled and groaned.

“Fine. I read somewhere that it’s good for relaxing. I’m hoping it will help stop the nightmares.” You muttered looking at your hands.

Jaebum pursed his lips in deep thought, before studying your uneasiness.

“What exactly do you dream of?” His voice came out careful.

“I’m getting kidnapped,” you blurted out, the fear that squeezed your heart tightened, as you took a deep shaky breath. “Again.”

The last part was barely above a whisper as it left you. It was almost as if you had just breathed it, but Jaebum seemed to hear it loud and clear.

“Again?” He asked, surprised and serious.

You nodded, chewing your bottom lip. “It happened when you went to New York with your family. My parents covered it up from going out to the public, the kidnappers are in jail, but that doesn’t change the fact that it happened.”

“I didn’t know-” You cut off his pity party before it could even start.

“It’s okay, my parents didn’t realise too,” you turned to face him, with a wickedly bright smile. “Not until three days later, when I wasn’t ready for my sister’s birthday party.”

You removed your eyes from Jaebum’s pitiful ones and looked at your palms dark with dirt instead. You began rubbing it together to clean them, watching as the dirt circled together then fall down at once.

“Maybe,” you took a deep breath, trying to lighten up the heavy mood. “We should try wetting the area around it, and then pull it out.”

Jaebum turned to you, his normal-lazy smile slowly coming back.

“To soften the soil,” he added, nodding.

“I’m a genius, I know.” You rolled your eyes, before pushing him to go fetch the hose.

He reluctantly got up, and you made your way towards the stubborn stub. It was prickly and had pretty white flowers, but it wasn’t what you wanted.

All it was, was a stubborn little plant in your greater scheme of a tiny strawberry farm.

“Hey, so like this?” Jaebum called out making you turn around to face him. You were greeted with a spray of cold water hitting you blank on your face.

You tried to save yourself by holding your palms in front of you. You tried to protect your self from Jaebum’s cold attack, as a loud squeal left you when the water soaked your clothes.

“Jaebum!” You tried to be mad but failed as a small giggle left you. Jaebum stopped and put his hands on his hips. He took in the work he had created, as you stood there, water dripping down your back.

“You’ll pay for that,” you muttered, as you lunged at him. You won the hose, thanks to the element of surprise. Jaebum shrieked as you returned the favour, showering him as he tried to get away from your reach.

“Give that back!” He laughed, trying to get it off. You both began struggling over the control of the hose, which resulted in you both getting more drenched with every passing second.

A raspy laugh left you, before Jaebum took your wrists that gripped the hose, and held them behind you. You felt the beads of water run down inside your shirt, and sliding down from your hair.

Droplets of water slipped off Jaebum and landed on your cheeks as he towered over you. He hands pulling you close, attempting to hold you in place.

Jaebum’s wet hair stuck to his forehead, as a wide wicked grin of sheer joy adored his lips.

When you tried to free yourself from his grip, his arms roughly pulled your body against his. Holding you closer to him, making it impossible for you to move.

Your laugh instantly sobered up when you realised how close Jaebum was to you. The warmth of his body, and the nostalgic smell of Jaebum with a hint of cologne wrapped around you, as heat escaped from his skin and hid into yours. His breath fell over your cheeks, making your cheeks flush with nervousness, as your eyes locked with each other.

You could see the two moles above his eye that always made your heart flutter. You saw the little kink in the corner of his eyebrow, that he got when you were kids.

You had mistakenly hit him with a paddle during an intense game of ping pong.

It was barely visible now, but it was there, and it crinkled slightly with his slightest smile.

Your breath got caught in your throat as he leaned in closer, and his eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t understand.

You felt his grip on your wrist tighten, as your chest pressed against his.

You gasped in return, welcoming the pain of his searing hold on your wrist.

Jaebum’s gaze dropped to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

Despite everything that has happened; your past, and the reasons for why you were here today, you wanted the kiss.

You really really wanted to kiss Jaebum.

You rose a little on your tippy toes and inched closer to Jaebum.

“Y/n,” Jaebum breathed, his voice dark and low. His eyes searched your face looking for something, as his eyes lingered on your lips before meeting your eyes once again.

For the first time in a very long time, a real smile lightly danced on the corner of your lips. Jaebum noticed and his eyes swirled with tenderness, as his lips reflected your loving smile.

“Jaebum!” A voice called out pulling you out of your trance. You both to jumped away from each other and turned to Cynthia running towards you. “I got a fork!”

Your heart that had forgotten how to beat a few seconds ago, was beating fast, as the real world slowly caught up with you. Your cheeks burned brighter, as Jaebum’s gaze burned in your mind.

“Thanks, Cynthia,” you gave her one of your classic smiles and took the fork of her. “I can handle it from here.”

You turned away from them, trying to hide your uneasiness.

You avoided Jaebum’s eyes that refused to look away from you and stared at the garden instead. You began digging around the prickly-white-flowered plant when someone began pouring water over it.

“We should still soften the soil first,” Jaebum said, before bending down next to you.

“And, y/n,” His melting brown eyes gazed softly into yours. “If you ever get those nightmares again; I’m less than a door away.”

You stood outside your old apartment feeling nervous as you talked to Jihyo over the phone.

“Are you sure I can go in?” You asked for the fifth time.

“Yeah, its fine,” Jihyo answered, her patience holding strong. “I ran it by them yesterday, that you’ll come to collect a few things.”

You hung up your phone after saying goodbye, and turned to see the familiar white door of your old apartment. You lifted a hand and briefly knocked on the door, holding your breath.

“Coming!” A voice called out, it sounded strangely familiar.

The door opened to show a man a few years older than you on the other side.

“Hi, I’m Joshua.” He said, holding up his hand. You shook it, introducing yourself before going inside.

You told him you forgot a few files that you kept somewhere, and began making your way towards the bathroom.

Once inside, you stood on the bathtub and lifted the secret section of the roof up. You grabbed your files and got off the tub.

You were about to leave when you saw something glint from the corner of your eyes.

You looked between the bathtub and the vanity to find a photo frame.

Your lips parted as a gasp left you, and betrayal washed over you.

You picked up the photo of the boy and girl and made your way to the living room where Joshua sat, looking anxious.

You snorted as you saw the guy rubbing his hands together, the worried look evident on his face.

“Treasure hunts were always my favourite. Especially if the price is so rewarding,” your lips curled into an ugly smirk, as you held up the photo.

Joshua’s lips parted in terrified shock as his eyes travelled to the photo of a couple on their wedding day.

A photo of Joshua and your older sister on their wedding day.

not edited

#holic #Im jaebum #Im jaebum angst #Imjaebum #got7angst #jaebumseries #jaebumangst #arrangedmarriage #contract marriage #got7 #angst #fluff #jaedaddy #caught #jaebum #jaebum fanfic #jaebum angst

221 notes · View notes

jhoe · 7 years

Text

not a day goes by where i dont think about hoseok ? it's weird bc i think of him everyday? i think of his full round cheeks like fat peaches and the soft delicate slope of his nose and how it curves up a little at the tip and how it would be the most perfect place to plant my lips after a long day. i think about his full lips like perfect pink wads of hubba bubba dhhdjd like theyre so beautiful and pouty and plump gosh and the perfectly placed mole right on the line of his lip where it turns more brown than pink and the dip of his philtrum and how beautifully it blends back out into the rosy pink of his lip and i still think about the little mole above his left eyebrow even though he got it removed and i think about brushing his hair to the side and cradling his head and kissing where that precious little mole used to be and i think about the strong outline of his body and how i want to trace every detail and winding curve and familiarize myself with all his little nooks and crannies and i know that sound stupid but god i think about this boy every waking moment of my life and you would think that after four years of it i would become numb to the thought but everyday i swear i find something new to love and i think of him and i can feel my heart unfurling in my chest and world defrosts a little and everything feels like it's going to be okay. and i am just so unbelievably enamored and unable to wrap my mind around everything that he is! he's beautiful but god oh my god he's passionate and patient and giving and thoughtful and optimistic and funny he has such a sense of humor and he's so much more intelligent than we give him credit for and like fuck it im goin in ! passion! hes so full to the brim with passion he's completely overflowing with love for his craft and you can see it in everything he does, he's a perfectionist. in the way he dances, he moves like he's not just memorized the moves and is performing them, he moves like he knows each move personally like he has studied how each one feels from his fingertips to his toes, he moves like he's communicating like he's talking with his body and like he is completely immersed in some other world that we can't even comprehend and when he talks you can tell and when he raps something about it is so raw and uncut and how he's been able to develop his own rap style when he didn't even plan to be a rapper speaks volumes for his dedication and passion and god its so attractive??????? and patient hes so gentle and calm when he teaches the others and when they're not quite getting it he slows down his little "ba baba ba baba"'s and breaks down the steps and like that one video of him leading dance practice and he looks so focused and when everyones not getting it he gets everyone together and they talk about it before trying again and hes just such a good teacher and watching him in his element like that is so magical and you just feel honored to be able to look at him and witness his self growth while bettering others and goshfhebrsg fuck its so calming it makes me feel like my brain and heart and soul are just floating in the damb clouds ! and hes giving hes always giving giving giving hes always giving us content and giving praise to the members and giving gifts and giving thanks and he gives so damb much and im scared that he would give his heart right out of his chest if he didn't need it so bad ! hes just always thinking of armys and his members and the little smile he gets when he mentions either just makes me want to give him everything right back like fuck the man is so fucking humble and when he talks to us hes always always promising that he'll work harder and perform better and keep putting out content and always thinking long and hard about what he says before he says it hsgdhsjs thts also a super endearing habit of his like when hes super relaxed and just doing a video or a live and hes not around anyone else, his voice drops a little and he kinda relaxes and rests his chin on his hand and talks real slow and giggles gently and makes lots of "hmmm" and "ahhhh" and "mmmm" noises as he thinks and god fuckfin i could really just listen to him talk forever like call me dramatic but i can physically feel every cell and bone in my body settle kind of like an old house and i feel a little like melty jello but in a good way because im wrapped in wool blankets but not the scratchy kind and i'm safe and nothing can hurt me because he's there and he's talking about dancing and his latest project and his mom and sister and mickey and it's so.. safe??? and the boy is optimistic despite everything and not in the sense that hes one big giant ray of blinding sunshine but because he's able to be that throughout everything?? if that makes sense?? even the members have said "hes not actually like that off camera" but because of the brand he's adopted, he continues to be. he continues to be that loud, carefree friend for us and for his members even when i'm sure he's stressed and sad and tired and god do you know how strong you have to be to do that like i can hardly even smile at customers at work when im sleepy but he gets up and does it and bares himself to the world with a smile on his face and i worry about him sometimes because i dont want him to think we would love him any less if he ever stopped but the strength he possesses to do so is indescribably admirable and i want him to know its okay and we love him and fuck i wouldn't ever trade him for the world he is perfect and bright on his own as he is and this probably isn't making sense and ur probably like when is this bitch gonna shut up but the answer is never ! i love him ! i love him and respect and admire and support him because of everything he is and isn't and if my heart was even able to fathom the soft little pit of love that has grown inside of me i'm pretty sure i would just die ! like my heart strings are tied around his perfect delicate fingers and he reached for the cereal this morning and nearly yanked my heart out and he doesn't even know it ! like god i am head over heels over head over heel over head over heels x100 over and over and i know that i will never love a man like this in this lifetime or any other one ever again ! anyway.. i fucks w hoseok heavy

#p #long post #jhope #god i had to get that all out fuckifjjn i was constipated #i feel lighter now #sorry errybody det gotta scroll #nobody awake now anyway

24 notes · View notes

stateofirrelevancy · 7 years

Text

Get To Know Me Tag

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people.

Holla @ ma girl @kerrity13 thx for the tag babe

LAST:

1. Drink: some H and a double shot of O 2. Phone call: To my mom to ask where the olive oil is only to realize olive oil has too many calories and wasn’t worth it dsfjkds so then I tossed it back in the cabinet but it didn’t land upright woops 3. Text message: “she jus wants a friend” sent to my friend Orange who is watching Moana w me right now in response to “why is this fire lady so angry” 4. Song you listen to: Like I said I’m watching Moana so the I Am Moana song but if that doesn’t count then Vanity’s Fair - A Lot Like Birds 5. Time you cried: I actually have no idea?? Sometime in June prolly

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: twice????? bich i aint go on a date once 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Is this the section to make me feel bad bc I never leave my room 8. Been cheated on: refer to #6 9. Lost someone special: Idk I feel like yes like all my grandparents passed away and my uncle on my mom’s side and my aunt on my dad’s side and also v recently my uncle on my dad’s side but like they lived in Pakistan so I rarely saw them ya feel?? 10. Been depressed: I mean I’ve def been super sad but idk if I’d say ~depressed~ 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: refer to #7

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: Orange, yellow, black, in that order.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Yes, one of whomstve being @oceansweather my go to drama buddy 16. Fallen out of love: fallen out of what now? u mean when I get over bands I used to like? Then yes Big Time motherfuckin Rush yall broke my tiny heart in two 17. Laughed until you cried: Def who hasn’t 18. Found out someone was talking about you: I don’t think so?? Like I don’t doubt people do but I ain’t jumpin 2 kno about it 20. Found out who your friends are: I guess?? I mean I’ve basically had the same friends for 5 years lol 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: On the cheeks ya

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Ok considering I have eight (8) FB friends bc I made my fb to join my college’s group I know all of them considering I only added ppl super close to me lmao 23. Do you have any pets: When my brother lived here I had his cat Glimmer who is a stripper but he moved out and now I’m constantly :( 24. Do you want to change your name: Nah I like my name 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: On the exact day I had a big dinner at home w my family and the weekend after my friends came over! 26. What time do you wake up: If my mom wakes me up then 10 otherwise 11-12:30 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: prolly on tumblr tbfh 28. Name something you can’t wait for: Bojack Horseman season 4!! and new 5sos music ofc. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom? around 2 hrs ago when I went down to make popcorn lol 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: ??? be hot or not dumb either would b k00l 31. What are you listening to right now: I’m watching What The Health now cause Moana ended rksdjlkfsd 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: No?? The only Toms I know are british YouTubers bye 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: ummm myself 34. Most visited website: prolly youtube 35. Mole/s: One on my left pinky, one at the bottom of my left ring finger, one next to my left knee, one above my right eyebrow, one in the pit of my left elbow. 36. Mark/s: I have a huge birth mark on my stomach lmao fun fact it used to look like the US when I was younger 37. Childhood dream: yall I had my life planned THE FUCK out. When I was in fifth grade I decided I would b a pop star like Hannah Montana until I was ~30, and then when my world fame inevitably dissipated, I’d become a doctor like the good little brown girl I thot I was. 38. Hair color: black like my soul 39. Long or short hair: medium length lol 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Calum mf Hood ain’t got eyes for no one else 41. What do you like about yourself: what do I what now 42. Piercings: do my ears getting pierced when I was a baby count asdklfj 43. Blood type: I think B positive?? idk 44. Nicknames? Aky 45. Relationship status: me myself and i are together and in a loving poly relationship 46. Zodiac: Taurus 47. Pronouns: She/Her 48. Favorite TV Show: PARKS AND REC!!! I was jus telling my friend the other day that idt I’ll ever find a show I’ll love more than it. Words can’t describe how much I love P&R yall. 50. Right or left hand: Right but don’t b fooled my left is mf skilled 51. Surgery: nope 52. Hair dyed in different color: I wish!! 53. Sport: who? I don’t know her 55. Vacation: what does this mean like have I been on vacation before?? Then ya lol 56. Pair of trainers: CONVERSE BITCH aint no one else exist in the world but her

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: idk what this question means what is my fave food????????? then,, idfk lasagna 58. Drinking: capri sun could fuck me in the asshole any day 62. Want: ?? death 63. Get married: ya I’m mf down when will a boi wife me tf up 64. Career: idk I really wanna work in AI 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs wtf i aint kiss none but hugs are pure i will fight someone over this 66. Lips or eyes: idk eyes?? 67. Shorter or taller: I guess taller cause im smol 68. Older or younger: older give me a daddy 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms gotta b strong to choke me 2 death 71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive I need some1 2 feel emotions for me thx 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: are u saying i have the choice of finally having a cringey fuckboi badboy tm that most every wattpad fic was about 5 yrs ago?? no thanks

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: ,,,u kno the answer to that bye 75. Drank hard liquor: this is the section to make me feel bad abt myself reincarnated 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no n knock on wood I won’t 77. Turned someone down: ekjfnkdlsn one time a guy asked me to homecoming and I told him homecoming wasn’t my thing and then he saw me at homecoming ekdfjaderdfkalesdf 78. Sex on the first date: uhhh 222 early 4 me 79. Broken someone’s heart: who knows mayb i broke the homecoming guys heart the world may never know 80. Had your heart broken: anytime Calum refuses to acknowledge my existence 81. Been arrested: no but I’ll gladly b put in handcuffs :-) 82. Cried when someone died: ya when my grandma on my mom’s side died. Oh and also when Christina Grimmie died :( 83. Fallen for a friend: idt so

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84: Yourself: ha 85. Miracles: sort of? Like I don’t believe in the magic behind it or whatnot but like winning the lottery would be a miracle bc like it’ so rare ya feel me 86. Love at first sight: nope not one bit 87. Santa Claus: fun anecdote so I’m Muslim and I never understood how Santa knows which houses are for people who celebrate christmas vs those who don’t and so I somehow conjured up the theory that he knows bc he checks each house and if they decorated and have a tree up, they celebrate it. So I was telling my mom this and she’s a vvv blatant person so we was straight up like he doesn’t exist and I was like he does!! and she was like ok then put up decorations and see if he comes and I was like :-( 88. Kiss on the first date: personally too early for me

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: Idek who would be considered my #1?? Also what happened to question 89 lol 91. Eye color: brown 92. Favorite movie: Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam

I tag @oceansweather @aneverendingreplay @5sowoc @lukescurlies @fuckmemgc @harrqstyles @punk-dinosaur @ovalt @tennisbowels @disasterologiess @hiighriselights and anyone else who wants to

#does anyone actually read these lol #about me

6 notes · View notes

crushonjoo · 7 years

Text

You’re the One That I Want

So this is my first fic request from @2jaekisses with the prompt “cop!youngjae and badboy!jaebum”! I’ve never done a fic request before so I was really nervous about this and I don’t know if you wanted it this angsty but it gets fluffy and flirty at the end I promise!

Rated: T Progress: Completed/One-Shot Pairing: 2jae Word Count: 10,283 ao3 link aff link

Description: What started off as a routine call for small town cop Choi Youngjae turned out to be anything but when he met a foul-mouthed, bad-tempered man named Im Jaebum. Important Author’s Note: There is some implied homophobia from an OC who isn’t actually in the story. However, a conversation will take place where one homophobic slur is mentioned. I just wanted to mention this ahead of time.

Youngjae opened the car door and eased the man into the backseat of his cruiser. “Be careful, okay? Make sure you duck so you don’t hit your head.” Youngjae cautioned, and he heard a chuckle from the other man. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Officer.” The man replied.

After Youngjae managed to get him buckled into the backseat he got into the driver’s seat and looked back at the man through the rear-view mirror. There was a bit of dried blood in the corner of his mouth and a bruise forming around his left eye. Youngjae also noticed two black dots above the same eye where the bruise was getting darker and darker.

“Do you have a tattoo on your eye?” Youngjae asked curiously. “What?” was all the man said in response.

“Those two dots above your left eye… is that a tattoo?” He clarified, and the man raised an eyebrow and locked eyes with him through the mirror. “Oh, no way. Those are just moles.” He asked and chuckled again.

Wow, that’s unique. Youngjae thought to himself as he began to drive back to the station. “So what’s your name?” Youngjae asked as he pulled out into the road.

“Jaebum.” Youngjae’s eyes widened and he ignored the curtness of the response. “Oh, Jaebum? Are you Korean? Can you speak Korean?” Youngjae ask, probably a bit too excitedly.

“Yeah, I can speak Korean.” Jaebum answered…in English. Youngjae was honestly intrigued by Jaebum. Aside from the bit of dirt on his clothing and temporary damage to his face, he looked well-kept. He had the stereotypical look of someone you might expect to get in a fight though. He had dark-wash skinny jeans adorned with rips and tears, a plain black t-shirt, a leather moto jacket with a few too many zippers, and some old worn out vans. He had several ear piercings and a silver lip ring. It was a nice look honestly. Jaebum’s hair was ruby red and any other time, in any other situation, Youngjae would have allowed himself to admire the man’s good looks. But unfortunately, he couldn’t allow that right now.

He did, however, want to know more about Jaebum, so he tried to pry even further. “Do you prefer to speak in Korean or English?” Youngjae asked, and he heard Jaebum let out an annoyed sigh.

“Honestly, I’d prefer not to talk at all if you don’t mind.” Jaebum replied, and Youngjae couldn’t help but feel upset that he was shut down so quickly. Most of the time people were almost too willing to talk in the back of a cruiser, wanting desperately to explain the situation and why whatever they were arrested for wasn’t their fault or just didn’t happen the way the officer interpreted it. But not Jaebum. Jaebum didn’t seem to care one way or another if Youngjae knew about him.

Youngjae let out a sigh of his own this time as they pulled up to a red light. “I guess if you’re just going to be difficult, then we’ll just make our trip without conversation. What kind of music do you want to listen to?” He asked, hoping Jaebum would stop being so sour and just talk with him instead, but honestly not expecting that to happen.

“I like most genres… except country music.” Jaebum responded, and Youngjae burst out in laughter. “What?” Jaebum asked defensively. “Why did you feel the need to specifically mention country music? Do you think that’s what I would have played had you not told me?” Youngjae asked in between giggles.

“I don’t know! You’re kind of a weird cop so how should I know what you’re going to play?” For the first time since the two of them met, Jaebum finally sounded like the wall he had built up around him had chipped a little. He sounded a bit flustered and his voice even cracked slightly. Youngjae honestly thought it was adorable. Actually, with every glance into the backseat, Youngjae found Jaebum to be more and more attractive.

“Alright, Jaebum-ssi. First off, me being a cop has literally no correlation with how good my taste in music is. Second, how am I a weird cop? I haven’t done anything weird at all. I read you your Miranda rights and put you in the car. What did I do that’s weird?” Youngjae asked as he turned on some music. “It’s The Weeknd. Everyone loves The Weeknd.” He finished off.

“You’re weird because you keep asking me so many random fucking questions. Why do you want to know my name? Why do you want to know if I’m Korean?” Jaebum was obviously annoyed and Youngjae didn’t really understand why. What’s wrong with asking someone’s name?

“Well I asked your name because I was just curious. You don’t have to be a cop to ask someone’s name. And I asked if you were Korean because Jaebum is obviously a Korean name and once again, I was curious. I don’t get to actually talk to many people in Korean in the U.S. so I wanted to see if I could talk to you that way. I don’t know why you’re so defensive. I’m not the one who punched you in the face.” Youngjae snapped back. If Jaebum was going to be grumpy for no reason, then Youngjae would do the same.

Jaebum sighed audibly. “So do you like this song?” Youngjae asked, before he started singing. Tell ‘em this boy wasn’t made for loving Tell 'em this heart doesn’t stay to one I’ll be the same, never changed for nothing It’s all I know, never learned much more He glanced to the backseat again and noticed an odd look on Jaebum’s face this time. He wasn’t sure if Jaebum was perplexed or impressed. “You’re a pretty good singer.” Jaebum blurted out. “Oh, thank you. I’ve been told that before actually.” Youngjae stated proudly. “Wanna sing with me, Jaebum-ssi? Oh! How old are you?” Youngjae asked suddenly. He was driving again so he couldn’t check the backseat but he was sure Jaebum was giving him a grumpy look again.

“I’m twenty-three. And no I don’t think I want to sing with you, Officer.” “Oh! You’re older than me. I’m only twenty-one. Is it okay if I call you hyung?” Youngjae asked, and he heard Jaebum sigh again. “Why would you call me hyung? We don’t live in Korea.” Jaebum replied, but Youngjae shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. We’re both Koreans even if we don’t live there, Jaebum-hyung. You can call me Youngjae if you want.”

All the sudden Jaebum bursted out in laughter. “Just Youngjae? You don’t want me to call you Officer Youngjae?” He asked, and Youngjae scoffed at him. “My last name is Choi so you would call me Officer Choi actually, but I’m fine with just Youngjae.” Youngjae replied. “You really are a weird cop, Youngjae.”

“So honestly hyung…why did you get into a fight tonight?” Youngjae asked, not honestly expecting an answer but hoping for one anyway. “I just did. The guy said something I didn’t like.” Jaebum curtly replied.

Just what I expected, an answer but not an answer at all, Youngjae thought to himself. “What did he say?” Youngjae pressed on, hoping Jaebum didn’t have too much of a short-fuse. He figured he could probably take the older man down if he had to, but he didn’t want to. He just wanted to know what possessed Jaebum to fight someone just over something they said. It had to be pretty bad for that.

“Does it really fucking matter what he said? He said something that pissed me off, so I hit him. Isn’t that all you need to know? Why do you fucking care what caused me to hit him?” Jaebum growled back at him, and Youngjae sighed audibly. What a bad attitude.

“I was just wondering what he said that was so bad that caused you to punch him. Surely you don’t have such a bad temper that you just punch people over petty shit, Jaebum.” Youngjae chided. “It wasn’t petty shit. He said something fucking unnecessary and he needed to learn that I’m not gonna let him get away with that.” Jaebum snapped back at him.

“Okay, okay. I was just asking.” Youngjae figured it was time to quit bothering Jaebum. He obviously had no interest in actually talking about whatever happened between him and the other man.

After Jaebum had already been booked and was no longer in Youngjae’s custody, Youngjae’s curiosity got the best of him and he decided to look up Jaebum in the system to see if he had a habit of escalating arguments into fist fights. Luckily he didn’t, but he did have a bit of a rap sheet.

Jaebum, or Im Jaebum rather, had a few arrests for public intoxication and even one for petty theft from a store. Youngjae wasn’t sure how to feel. On one hand, he knew it was never okay to punch someone in the face for something they said, he knew whatever it was had to be pretty awful. On the other hand, Jaebum had a history of getting in trouble even if he hadn’t been charged with anything too serious.

After reading through Jaebum’s record Youngjae felt concerned about the older man more than anything else. What’s a twenty-three-year-old man doing getting so drunk he gets arrested more than once? And even worse, what’s a twenty-three-year-old man doing stealing shit?

From what Youngjae had learned in school before actually starting his career as an officer, there’s usually another reason why someone would be committing crimes so early in life. Youngjae really wished he could have talked to Jaebum more to find out what was going on with him to explain why he was already on such a rough path.

Youngjae thought about going to see Jaebum again that night to talk to him more, but he decided against it because he thought maybe Jaebum just needed to chill out for the night. Unfortunately, he was already gone by the time Youngjae’s shift rolled around the night after and it left Youngjae feeling restless and a little worried about the older man.

He didn’t have to worry for too long though, because he got the call to the same bar not even three weeks later for the “same young man who was causing trouble a few weeks ago”. Youngjae quickly radioed in and offered to go to the bar just in case it was Jaebum. He hoped that it wasn’t and that maybe Jaebum had finally decided to settle down, but he wasn’t surprised when it was indeed the handsome older man from before.

This time, however, he wasn’t looking nearly as handsome. Even if the marks on his face from before had since healed and he didn’t have the dirt on his clothing from the scuffle, Jaebum was drunk. Actually, no, drunk isn’t the word Youngjae would have used to describe it. Jaebum was wasted.

Youngjae helped Jaebum into his cruiser again, physically assisting him this time instead of simply warning him to duck. Jaebum’s speech was slurred and he reeked of cheap beer, a smell Youngjae was never particularly fond of. Youngjae was fine with having a few mixed drinks but he hated the smell of beer and he hated getting this drunk. Why would you want to lose control of yourself like this? Why would you want to not even remember what you did the night before? Youngjae just didn’t get it.

He locked the door quickly and prayed to whoever that Jaebum wouldn’t throw up in the back seat. The smell of the beer was bad enough, but fuck if he had to smell puke for the next week he was gonna be livid.

Youngjae ran his hands through his hair and threw his head back for a moment. He honestly already felt pissed off just seeing Jaebum like this. Sure, Jaebum hadn’t talked to him much and what Jaebum did say to him was unnecessarily bitter, but Jaebum had obviously been through an ordeal that night. At least when Jaebum was angry he was still able to form proper sentences. Right now Youngjae wasn’t sure if the older man was even coherent and he just didn’t get why Jaebum kept doing this to himself.

Youngjae pulled the car over into a parking lot nearby and put it into park before he looked back to Jaebum again, nearly passed out and eyes glazed over. “Jaebum? Hyung? You still conscious back there?” He asked, voice laced with worry.

“Huh? Yeah I’m still here… officer.” Jaebum slurred in response, and Youngjae was at least glad he could still form full sentences. “Do you remember me? We met about three weeks at this same bar when you nearly beat that guy up.” Youngjae asked, turning around to look at Jaebum.

“Uh…” Jaebum started, and he raised his head lazily to look at Youngjae. His eyes narrowed and then widened suddenly. “Oh! Officer Friendly, is that you? What’s your name again?” Jaebum questioned.

Youngjae decided to just ignore the “Officer Friendly” nickname. “My name is Youngjae, Jaebum-hyung.” “Hyung? Why are you calling me that? You’re speaking in English but still calling me hyung… that’s a little dorky.” Jaebum said right before he started giggling.

Despite being dog drunk, Jaebum was still calling Youngjae names and cracking jokes and giggling. Youngjae never thought that he would like someone’s personality better when they’re drunk, but giggling, goofy Jaebum was much better than salty, sourpuss Jaebum. Youngjae smiled back at him, but quickly realized that this may be the best time to try and talk to Jaebum since he definitely seemed to have a looser tongue than he did the last time.

Youngjae let out a breath before he asked the question that may end up ruining the drunken truce they currently had. “So what are you doing in the back of my cruiser again hyung?” he asked. “Well, honestly my memory might be a little fuzzy right now… but I think I’m back here because you opened the door and put me back here.” Jaebum responded before bursting out in shrill laughter as if it was the funniest thing he had ever said.

Youngjae’s shoulders dropped and he gave Jaebum a highly unimpressed look. “Jaebum, you know what I mean. Why did I need to pick you up again? Why did you get so drunk?”

“Oh…I don’t know. I went there for a few beers, had a few beers, and had a few more beers…I guess. Does it really matter why? Aren’t you just gonna take me to the station and drop me off like you did last time?” Jaebum asked bluntly, but Youngjae could have sworn he heard some sort of emotion in Jaebum’s voice.

“Actually, I don’t think I’m going to do that tonight. And I’ll have you know that I went back to talk to you last time but you had already been released by the time my shift started the next day. I didn’t just drop you off and forget about you.” Youngjae countered.

Youngjae watched as Jaebum’s eyes narrowed like he didn’t really believe him, but Jaebum didn’t say anything further about it. “You’re not going to take me to the station? Isn’t that breaking the police rules?” Youngjae couldn’t help but laugh at Jaebum saying “the police rules”, but he quickly regained his composure.

“Well I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do at first honestly. But there’s this thing called police discretion, and I’m using it. So instead of taking you back to the station tonight where you’ll just sulk about it all night, I’m going to take you home so you can sleep it off. Where do you live at, Jaebum-hyung?” He asked casually and immediately noticed Jaebum’s expression flatline.

“Here and there.” Jaebum said casually. “Say that again hyung? I don’t really understand what that means.” Youngjae said, thinking that maybe Jaebum messed up what he said due to the alcohol, even though Jaebum was actually starting to sober up a bit.

“I said here and there. My home is on the couch of whichever friend lets me crash for the night.” He repeated, and Youngjae’s eyes went impossibly wide. “You don’t have a home? What about your parents? Where do they live?” Youngjae pressed further.

“Doesn’t matter where they live, Officer Youngjae. They kicked me out and they definitely don’t want me showing up there. You can’t take me there. I’m not telling you where they live. Fuck them anyway.” Jaebum spat the last part out of his mouth like it was poison.

“I…” Youngjae started, but he trailed off quickly, trying to plan his next words out first before asking. He knew something had to have happened to cause Jaebum to be getting in so much trouble. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to hyung, but… why did they kick you out?” Youngjae knew he was treading on thin ice and, just based on how Jaebum has acted before, the older man might blow up any second, but he tried it anyway.

Jaebum looked Youngjae straight in the eyes before he responded. “Told ‘em I was gay and they just weren’t having it. Told me to get my shit and leave, so I did. I’d crash someone’s couch any day before I’d go back to that place.”

The words struck a nerve and Youngjae gritted his teeth. He knew that feeling all too well. Flashbacks of his own coming out to his unaccepting parents rang through his head like a bell. They didn’t kick him like Jaebum’s parents did, but they didn’t believe him and essentially warned him not to say another word about it. Youngjae’s parents decided to pretend like he was joking when he said it, and eventually Youngjae left without them even having to tell him to.

It was obvious how angry Jaebum was at his parents, and Youngjae didn’t blame him one bit. Youngjae was angry at his own parents and at Jaebum’s parents too without even meeting them. He never understood why any parents would treat their child that way over something like coming out. How can you disown your child if they trust you enough to tell you that? He couldn’t understand it, and frankly he never wanted to.

But past all that anger that was shown on Jaebum’s face right now, Youngjae also knew the other side of it. Jaebum wouldn’t admit it, but he was hurt. Jaebum was vulnerable and he trusted them, and they turned their back on him. Youngjae wondered if that’s the reason Jaebum started drinking but he didn’t bring it up.

“For someone who has always been so talkative, you sure are quiet now. What, you don’t like gay people either, Officer Choi?” Jaebum asked as his temper flared again. Apparently, he was sober enough now to remember Youngjae’s last name. “What? No. That’s not it at all, sorry. I was just thinking.” He replied. “About what?” Jaebum questioned.

“Nothing important. Right now we need to figure out what to do with you. Are you staying at someone’s place right now?” Youngjae asked, and Jaebum averted his eyes. “No. I got in an argument with the guy I was staying with and I don’t think he wants me back there right now either. You might as well just let me out of the car. I’ll figure something out.” Jaebum sounded detached and apathetic to his own situation, like this is what he was used to.

Youngjae now knew the probable reasons behind Jaebum drinking and stealing, and while it didn’t excuse them, he honestly felt heartbroken. He felt even more furious at Jaebum’s parents for throwing him out into the street like he was a puppy that peed on the furniture too many times. Like he was trash, just disposable.

But being heartbroken and pitying Jaebum wasn’t what the older man needed and probably not what he wanted either. So Youngjae decided to do something he thought he would never do as a police officer, but Jaebum didn’t seem like a criminal. He seemed like someone who honestly needed help.

“I’m not abandoning you on the street, hyung. I know somewhere I can take you. Let me just take care of something first, alright?” Jaebum looked at him suspiciously, but nodded nonetheless. Youngjae felt even more empty at the fact that Jaebum was willing to simply just go along with what Youngjae said and wherever Youngjae was going to take him.

Youngjae radioed in and explained the situation with the “drunken man”, saying he didn’t really need to be taken into the station and Youngjae was just going to take him home instead. He went on further to say he wasn’t feeling well and thought maybe he ate something bad so he needed to take the rest of the night off before driving him and Jaebum back to his own tiny apartment.

As soon as they arrived, he helped Jaebum out of the cruiser. Luckily Jaebum could walk a bit better on his own now but he still drooped an arm around Youngjae’s shoulder as they walked upstairs. “So who’s place is this anyway?” Jaebum asked, to which Youngjae casually replied “Mine.”

“What? Why did you take me to your apartment?” Jaebum asked further, and Youngjae shrugged it off. “Because you needed a place to stay, hyung. As soon as you get up there you’re probably gonna pass out anyway.” Youngjae answered, and he heard Jaebum let out a “huh” but he didn’t say anything further on the subject.

As soon as they got upstairs, Youngjae went to the kitchen and poured Jaebum a glass of water and grabbed a couple of aspirin. As he stepped back into the living room, Jaebum had taken off his shoes and was leaning against the wall waiting patiently.

“You can sleep in my bed tonight if you want. I’ll take the couch.” Youngjae offered, and Jaebum quickly shook his head. “Ahh… no that’s fine. I’m used to sleeping on couches so I’ll just sleep there.” he rushed out.

“You being used to sleeping on couches is exactly why I’m letting you sleep in a bed tonight, Jaebum-hyung. When’s the last time you slept in a bed?” Jaebum stayed silent, and Youngjae went on to say “That’s what I thought. Follow me, hyung.”

He led Jaebum to his bedroom and opened the door. Youngjae walked over to the bedside table and set the glass of water and the aspirin down before patting the bed. “Here you go. Take these and drink this whole glass of water before you pass out if you can.”

“When are you going to sleep?” Jaebum asked, and Youngjae could tell that he was actually nervous for the first time since he met the older man. He was rubbing his hands together and avoiding Youngjae’s gaze.

“I’m just going to take a shower and go to sleep on the couch. I’ll check on you in the morning. Go ahead and get some rest now, alright?” Youngjae said as he looked through his clothes to find something to sleep in. “Okay… uh… goodnight, Youngjae.” Jaebum stuttered, and Youngjae waved. “Goodnight, Jaebum-hyung.”

After Youngjae finished his shower he looked in the room to see the glass of water nearly empty and Jaebum passed out on top of the covers hugging onto some dog plushie that Youngjae had on his bed. Youngjae chuckled softly to himself at the sight. “Who knew that Jaebum the grump-ass was really such a softie? Kinda cute too.” He said quietly as he walked over and covered Jaebum with a throw blanket that he took from another room.

Youngjae woke up the next morning to the sun shining through the living room curtains, and he made quick work of turning off his alarm. He rubbed his eyes and sat up from the couch, immediately feeling a dull pain in his lower back. After making a mental note to begin saving up for a new couch because this one was apparently not very comfortable anymore, he got up to check on Jaebum.

He walked slowly through the hallway to his bedroom, hoping that Jaebum hadn’t stolen something from him and split in the middle of the night. He doubted it though, because Jaebum had definitely passed out the night before.

Youngjae turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly. Jaebum was still here in the same position as last night, snuggled up to his dog plushie, Coco. Youngjae figured he would be hungover and more grumpy than ever if he woke Jaebum up, so he filled the almost-empty glass and placed a few more aspirin on the end table before he went to make breakfast for the two of them.

It wasn’t long into cooking that he heard footsteps in the hallway and eventually Jaebum walked into the kitchen. His eyes were still tired but they widened as soon as he saw Youngjae. “It’s you, Youngjae, right?” Youngjae nodded.

“What am I doing here? Why did you bring me to your apartment?” Jaebum asked. “Oh you don’t remember? I thought you had sobered up quite a bit last night honestly. Well, you got really drunk and I didn’t want to just take you to the station yet again. I asked where I could take you and you said you didn’t really have a place to stay so I made the decision to bring you here. Simple as that.”

Jaebum stared at Youngjae for almost a minute with an indistinguishable look on his face before he muttered a “thanks”. “Don’t mention it. Why don’t you go sit in the living room and I’ll keep making us breakfast?”

Jaebum continued to stand in the doorway. “Do you want me to help you?” Youngjae quickly shook his head. “No hyung. Just go relax. I’m assuming you probably don’t feel good this morning anyway. It’ll be done soon.”

After the two finished eating, Youngjae took the dishes and sat them in the sink to do them at some point later. Jaebum was still sitting on the couch but he seemed a bit nervous or maybe even awkward. Youngjae sat down beside him again and looked over. Jaebum made a point to compliment Youngjae’s cooking skills, saying he hadn’t had proper Korean food in a long time, which Youngjae assumed meant since the time he left his parents’ home.

“You know… I know what it feels like for parents not to understand.” Youngjae started, and Jaebum’s eyes narrowed at him. “What are you talking about Youngjae?”

“My parents didn’t really get it either when I came out to them a few years ago. They didn’t kick me out like yours did, but they weren’t exactly very accepting either. They thought I was going through some weird phase, as they called it. Seriously though, what straight guy goes through a gay phase? Anyway, they started treating me differently – especially when I’d want to hang out with friends who were guys – and eventually I got tired of it so I moved out. We barely talk at all now.” Youngjae explained.

“Shit did I tell you about my parents last night too?” is all he responded, and after Youngjae nodded Jaebum spoke up again. “Is that why you’ve been so nice to me? Just helping out another gay guy?”

Youngjae stayed quiet for a minute before he responded. He hadn’t really thought of why he was being so nice to Jaebum. “Well… yes and no. Yes because I do know how it feels to be in your situation even if mine isn’t to the degree that yours is, but no because I’m not helping you out only because you’re gay. I’m helping you because you don’t seem like a bad guy to me. You just seem like you don’t have a lot of people around you letting you know that they care about you.” Youngjae explained, and he saw Jaebum genuinely smile at him for the first time.

Youngjae wanted to ask more since Jaebum seemed to finally be warming up to him, but he left it alone. Instead he got up and said “Follow me. I’m gonna let you borrow some of my clothes. They should fit you. You can take a shower first too.”

Youngjae opened the door of his closet and gestured to the clothing. “Wear whatever you like except one of my uniforms. Don’t even think about wearing one of those hyung.” Jaebum chuckled. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those uniforms.” He countered, and Youngjae shrugged at him. “That’s unfortunate. You’d probably look pretty hot in it.” Youngjae chuckled.

Youngjae was sitting on the uncomfortable couch reading when Jaebum came into the room wearing Youngjae’s favorite grey sweatshirt with black lettering and some basketball shorts. The shirt was big on Jaebum just like it was on Youngjae, and Youngjae noticed just how cute Jaebum could be for the second time.

“All your clothes are too big! Why don’t you buy better fitting clothing?” Jaebum complained, and Youngjae laughed it off. “I like to be comfortable. I’m not trying to show my body off or anything, so it’s not a big deal.” He responded, and Jaebum shook his head. “I’m sure you’re in great shape. Why hide it?”

“I don’t know hyung. I just don’t feel comfortable showing off too much.” Youngjae said, and Jaebum had a tight-lipped look on his face like he wasn’t happy with Youngjae’s reasoning, but he let the conversation end there anyway.

The went from then on went by faster than Youngjae expected. Maybe it was because he just wasn’t used to having company over or because of the company he currently had over, but the two of them spent most of the day just watching television and making small talk. Usually Youngjae wouldn’t talk to someone for this long – he’d run out of things to say or just get bored and want to do something else – but with Jaebum it was different. They could move through conversations smoothly and onto new topics easily without any awkwardness. Having Jaebum around was… nice.

But unfortunately he did have another night-shift to work and it was nearing the time where he had to get ready. He started to feel worried that this might be the last time he would see Jaebum around. “Hyung?” he asked as he got off the couch, and Jaebum looked away from the television screen and at Youngjae. He muttered a “Hmm?” in Youngjae’s direction.

“So… I’m guessing you don’t have anywhere to go tonight, right?” Youngjae asked cautiously, but he received no verbal answer from Jaebum. “I was just saying because err… if you needed a place to stay again, you can just stay here again.” Youngjae continued.

“You’d let me stay at your place again?” Jaebum finally responded after what seemed like a painfully long time, even if it was probably less than a minute. “Ahh… yeah, I’m cool with it. You can stay here temporarily if you want, until we can find something better for you.” Youngjae replied, and he saw the look on Jaebum’s face change.

“Temporarily? More than just one night?” He asked again, and Youngjae nodded. “Yeah hyung, more than just one night. There’s just one rule though.” Jaebum promptly asked, “What is it?”

“You can’t be inviting people over here. As long as it’s just you here, I’m fine with it.” “Okay, that’s fine. No friends over.” Jaebum confirmed, and Youngjae smiled at him. “Okay hyung. Well, I have to get ready for work now so… just hang out, I guess.” Jaebum hummed in agreement and Youngjae went to get ready.

After he was finished he walked back into the living and Jaebum wasn’t paying attention to him at all, but as soon as he finished lacing up his boots he noticed Jaebum looking at him. He shot Jaebum a questioning look and Jaebum looked away quickly as if he’d been caught doing something wrong. Youngjae laughed to himself for a minute before he realized something.“Hyung we should probably exchange numbers if you’re gonna be staying here.” He said, hoping it didn’t sound like he just wanted Jaebum’s number.

Youngjae knew it probably wasn’t a good idea to get a crush on someone like Jaebum but he couldn’t deny that Jaebum was awfully attractive. He wasn’t princely attractive like Youngjae’s coworker Mark was, for example, but it was more sinfully attractive. His looks were definitely fitting for his personality – brazen and unrefined, but still leaving you wanting to know more. Youngjae had also learned that, when Jaebum wasn’t angry or dog drunk, he was actually very good company. There was a lot about Jaebum to like.

“Sure Youngjae, that’s fine. If I need anything I’ll text you.” Jaebum replied as he began putting his number into Youngjae’s phone and effectively tearing Youngjae away from his wandering thoughts about his temporary roommate-hyung.

“Alright uh… I still don’t know how well you can cook yet and honestly I don’t want you burning down my apartment while I’m at work, so he’s some money to call for some takeout for dinner.” Youngjae said, laughing and receiving a not-so-subtle glare from Jaebum. “I’m just kidding hyung. Really though, there’s a great little chicken place down the street. You should get some.” “Well I do really love chicken.” Jaebum mused, and Youngjae laughed again. “See you in the morning, hyung.” “Bye Youngjae. And uhh… thanks again.” Youngjae smiled back at Jaebum as he left for the night.

After his shift Youngjae opened the door quietly, not knowing what to expect. He saw Jaebum sleeping peacefully on the couch and he immediately felt bad for him because he knew his back would be hurting when he woke up. Youngjae walked into the kitchen and noticed a distinct lack of dirty dishes in the sink. He had planned to wash them when he woke up later but Jaebum had already done them himself. Youngjae smiled, got a glass of water, and promptly removed his uniform so he could crash on the bed.

A week of living with Jaebum had passed and Youngjae had grown used to coming home and seeing his hyung sleeping on the couch when he returned from third-shift. Youngjae decided to buy a cushion to place over the couch to make it more comfortable and the two of them alternated between the bed and couch so neither one of them would have to suffer for more than one night at a time.

However, when Youngjae opened the door one week later, Jaebum was gone. Youngjae thought maybe he decided to sleep on the bed even though it was technically his turn to take the couch, but he wasn’t there either. In fact, Jaebum wasn’t in the apartment and neither was any of the older man’s belongings.

Youngjae began to worry immediately because Jaebum hadn’t mentioned any plans to visit anyone. He took out his phone and texted Jaebum although he didn’t expect a response. It was early in the morning so Jaebum was probably sleeping, but it was worth a try.

Youngjae: Hyung where are you? Youngjae: Why did you leave? Where did you go?

Youngjae sat down on the bed and waited with the phone in his hand. Luckily it wasn’t too long before Jaebum responded to him.

Jaebum: Oh hey Youngjae. Yeah I decided to start staying with someone else. A week is about as long as I usually stay at someone’s place so I figured I’d move on to somewhere else and stop intruding and taking up your time. I really appreciate you letting me stay there though. It was fun.

Youngjae read the text message two times to make sure he understood it correctly. He didn’t understand why Jaebum left. He thought it was nice having Jaebum around, but apparently Jaebum thought he was intruding. Youngjae was the one who invited Jaebum to stay though.

Youngjae turned on his phone again and quickly called Jaebum. It rang four times and he was about to hang up when Jaebum finally answered. “Hey Youngjae, what’s up?” Jaebum asked casually, and it honestly pissed Youngjae off a bit.

“Hyung where are you? I didn’t tell you that you had to leave. Tell me where you’re at and I’ll come pick you up.” Youngjae asked, hoping it didn’t sound frantic. “No Youngjae it’s fine honestly. I’ve already got another friend who said I could stay with him. Don’t worry about it.” Jaebum replied, and Youngjae bit down on his lip a bit out of annoyance.

“Hyung I really don’t mind you staying here. I said you could. If I don’t want you here I’ll tell you that myself. Just tell me where you’re at so I can come and get you.” Youngjae repeated, and he heard Jaebum sigh on the phone. “Alright. I’ll text you the address.” “Thank you. See you soon.” Youngjae said before hanging up and letting out a groan of frustration.

Youngjae was way too tired to be out driving again but he got into his regular vehicle and made the trip to where Jaebum was staying anyway. He wasn’t far away so it wasn’t too much of a hassle, and he did sleep a lot the previous day so it was fine.

When Youngjae arrived, Jaebum was already waiting outside with his small travel bag full of clothing and essentials, and got into Youngjae’s car without question.

Youngjae drove the two back to his apartment and parked the car, but he didn’t turn it off. When Jaebum gave him a questioning look, Youngjae sighed. “I really don’t get why you felt like you had to leave hyung. If I made you feel like I didn’t want you there, I’m sorry. That’s not the case though.” Youngjae explained.

“First of all, will you call me by my name please? It’s Jaebum. My name is not hyung. Second of all, I never said you made me feel like I wasn’t wanted there. A week is just the normal timeframe that I stay somewhere before I move on. It’s not a big deal.” Jaebum countered, and Youngjae felt even more upset.

“I know your name is Jaebum, but I figured you wouldn’t mind me calling you hyung since it’s a normal thing to call a guy who’s older than you. If you want, I’ll just call you Jaebum then. And I really don’t mind if you stay with me longer than a week. It’s fine, really.” Youngjae said calmly, but Jaebum threw his head back and hit the headrest on the seat hard.

“What is with you man? Why are you so hell-bent on keeping me there and helping me? I’m not a charity case and honestly, I can’t seem to figure out what you’re getting out of this. Are you wanting to fuck or something? I mean I’m probably up for it if that’s what you’re wanting, because you are seriously hot honestly, but you don’t seem like the one-night-stand kinda guy to me.” Jaebum yelled, his voice getting louder and louder as he went on.

Youngjae wanted to respond but he wasn’t sure what to say. He wasn’t sure if he should be angry that Jaebum assumed that Youngjae was using him, or even more heartbroken for Jaebum because Jaebum just assumes people are using him if they try to help or be nice to him. It made sense, seeing how detached Jaebum was and the bad habits he had picked up. Jaebum had probably convinced himself that people around him didn’t care about or love him a long time ago. Youngjae couldn’t be angry at him, even if he wanted to. He was more worried about what happened to Jaebum to make him feel like this, but that would be a conversation for another day.

Youngjae took a deep breath before he responded. “First off, no. I’m not trying to keep you at my apartment and get closer to you because I want to fuck you.” He said between gritted teeth, and then he continued. “I honestly just want to help you, Jaebum. I already told you, I don’t think you’re a bad guy. I think that you’ve had a really rough time, especially these past few years, and you probably don’t think you have anyone who actually gives a shit about you. Truth is that, yes, I haven’t known you very long. But I can tell that you’re a good person just from the time I’ve known you and especially living with you. When you’re not thrashing around angry or drunk, you’re a good guy. I don’t want anything from you. And honestly, it was really nice having someone there waiting when I got home from work this past week.” Youngjae confessed.

Before Jaebum could further argue, Youngjae spoke up again. “So, Jaebum, I’m gonna give you an ultimatum. One, I’ll unlock the door and you can get the fuck out of my car. I’ll stop trying to help you. If I see you again for whatever reason, we won’t be friends. We’ll just be strangers.”

“And two?” Jaebum asked nonchalantly. “Or two, we can walk upstairs, we’ll go to sleep, and I’ll make us food when we wake up. We’ll eat together, and that’ll be that. You can stay there as long as you need to. So what’s your decision?” Youngjae said as he unlocked the car door, giving Jaebum the choice.

There was a minute of uncomfortable silence in the car before Jaebum cleared his throat. “Let’s just go upstairs…” Jaebum said with a sigh, and Youngjae smiled to himself before he turned the car off and they walked up to the apartment in silence. When they got up there, Jaebum quickly said “I’ll take the couch tonight.” Youngjae shook his head in response.

“The bed is big enough for both of us, Jaebum.” Jaebum narrowed his eyes at Youngjae. “So do you wanna fuck or not? You’re giving me mixed signals here.”

Youngjae sighed. “No, I’m not. The couch is too uncomfortable and the bed is big enough for the both of us. That’s all it is. And I wouldn’t try anything if I were you. I’m perfectly capable of kicking your fucking ass.” He warned, and Jaebum laughed loudly. “Wow, you sure do swear a lot.” Jaebum said, and Youngjae quickly argued back saying “You’re one to talk!”

Youngjae woke up the next day and immediately something felt off. Jaebum’s arms were wrapped around him tightly similar to how Jaebum usually slept with the dog plushie, and Youngjae felt a bit embarrassed.

From their closeness, Youngjae could smell the shampoo in Jaebum’s ruby red hair and the cologne Jaebum wore. He smelled heavenly and Youngjae honestly wouldn’t mind just pretending to sleep so he could stay there, but he didn’t think that was a good idea. So, reluctantly, Youngjae eased himself out of Jaebum’s grip and got out of the bed without the older man waking up.

Jaebum once again woke up when he heard – or probably smelled – food cooking and he walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. Youngjae had gotten a bit too used to it and he let himself appreciate how adorable Jaebum was.

Jaebum noticed him staring this time though, and asked “What is it?” Youngjae felt his cheeks flush a bit and he shook his head quickly. “Nothing Jaebum. Good morning.” “Good morning Youngjae.”

As the two ate Jaebum put down his chopsticks for a moment and looked across the small dining table to Youngjae. “You’re a really good cook, you know. I think I told you that before, but it’s true. I haven’t had homemade food this good in so long.” Jaebum said and the two looked at each other and smiled for a moment, but something had been bothering Youngjae and he finally decided to bring it up, even if it would ruin the mood.

“Jaebum, there’s something I want to ask you. Will you be honest with me?” Youngjae asked. “Honestly that depends on what you ask me.” Jaebum responded. Jaebum was obviously suspicious, but Youngjae just had to ask.

“What did that guy say to you in the bar that night that caused you to get in a fight with him?” Youngjae asked and he saw Jaebum grit his teeth.

“He called me a fucking faggot.” Jaebum spit the words out of his mouth and Youngjae’s eyes widened. Youngjae muttered an “Oh.” and Jaebum took it as a cue to continue.

“I am not gonna let anyone ridicule me because of my sexuality. So as far as I’m concerned, he got what he deserved that night. A few bruises and a night in jail were well worth teaching him a lesson.” Jaebum explained. He was angry again, but not at Youngjae.

Youngjae understood though. Even though it had been a long time since that word had been directed at him, it happened before and it hurt so much. He didn’t have the same reaction as Jaebum did. He didn’t get furious and hit the person who said it, but he understood that different people are going to have different reactions in that situation.

“I understand, Jaebum. Someone said it to me once as well. It wasn’t a guy though. It was a girl in my senior year of high school. She was really pretty, and she asked me out. I tried to be nice and turn her down, but as soon as I did she told me that there was a rumor about me going around and that it must be true since I turned her down. I stopped wanting to go to school and my parents noticed. When I told them what was going on, at first they told me that it was fine since the rumor obviously wasn’t true, right? But when I told them it was, that’s when they started treating me differently. I moved out after I graduated.”

Jaebum listened intently while Youngjae explained, not even looking away for a moment. “So my point with all of this is that I really do understand why you did what you did.” Youngjae finished.

“If you understand then why did you arrest me?” “Well you weren’t very forthcoming with that information, were you?” Youngjae deadpanned.

“I just figured you would mock me too.” Jaebum muttered. “Not everyone is a bad person, Jaebum. I really am sorry you had to go through that.” “Same for me. I’m sorry for what you went through in high school.” Jaebum said as he smiled at Youngjae who nodded back at him.

After what seemed like an eternity of eating in silence, Jaebum spoke again. “So I’m just wondering… Are you seeing anyone?”

Youngjae looked up from his plate in confusion. “Uh… No, I’m not seeing anyone. Why do you ask?” He saw Jaebum’s cheeks turn a bit pink and he stayed silent for a minute.

“Well, just in case you were, I didn’t want to intrude if he came over or something.” He explained, but Youngjae thought it was a bit of a weird reason considering Jaebum had been staying there over a week now and nobody had come to visit Youngjae even once.

“Well, no need to worry. That’s definitely not going to be an issue. I haven’t dated anyone in a few months.” Youngjae explained, and Jaebum promptly asked “Why not?”

“Well, I’m sure you can tell that my work schedule is a bit weird since I work at night when people usually go on dates and sleep during the day. Also I don’t know. I just never found anyone worth pursuing I guess.” Jaebum hummed softly and nodded in response.

“What about you, Jaebum?” “You can call me hyung if you want…” Jaebum mumbled. Youngjae was pretty sure of what he said but he asked Jaebum to repeat himself just in case. “I said you can call me hyung if you want. I was just mad that night and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

Youngjae smiled. “Okay hyung, what about you? Are you seeing anyone?” Youngjae asked casually. “Nope. There is a guy I like but I’m not really sure how he feels about me.” Jaebum responded.

“You should definitely ask him out. Dating someone might be good for you.” Youngjae said, even if he was feeling a bit jealous of this Mystery Man. “Yeah you’re right. I think he is pretty good for me.” Jaebum said with a smile. Youngjae didn’t want to press the matter any further so he let it drop there.

A few days had passed with Jaebum and Youngjae’s living – and sleeping – situation becoming more comfortable and routine. Youngjae came home early in the morning and simply crawled into bed, usually not even waking up Jaebum anymore.

If Jaebum was still in bed when Youngjae woke up he’d be wrapped around him like Youngjae was Jaebum’s personal pillow. Youngjae never minded it though. Jaebum always smelled nice and it was nice having someone hold him like this, even if Jaebum didn’t realize he was doing it.

Sometimes Jaebum would already be awake making breakfast – or lunch, honestly – for the two them, and Youngjae had to pretend like he was happy about it even if he really wanted to wake up curled up next to his hyung.

This morning was one of the lucky ones where Youngjae woke up snuggled against Jaebum. Youngjae pressed his body against Jaebum’s, hoping he didn’t wake Jaebum up. As soon as he could feel Jaebum’s toned stomach against his back he let out a deep breath and he felt Jaebum pull him even tighter.

Youngjae’s eyes shot up and he tried to pull himself away but Jaebum kept him in his embrace and Youngjae could feel Jaebum’s chest moving up and down from laughter. “What are you doing, Youngjae-yah?” Jaebum asked, voice low and raspy from sleep. Youngjae tried not to think about how good he sounded like that, and he also tried not to think about how he had just called him Youngjae-yah. It was the first time he used a Korean honorific.

“I don’t know what you mean hyung.” He said defensively. “You scooted back to get as close to me as you could. Why did you do that?” Youngjae could practically hear Jaebum smirking, but he wasn’t willing to turn over and look to confirm it.

“You’re the one with your arms around me, hyung. And you were hugging me too tightly! I could barely move. I was just trying to readjust.” Youngjae lied, and he felt Jaebum laugh again. “Whatever you say, Youngjae-yah.” He replied as he removed his arm from around Youngjae.

“Instead of making food, do you want to go out and eat today hyung?” Youngjae asked, and Jaebum thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Sure, why not.”

After they both got ready, Youngjae drove them both to a nicer restaurant and he noticed a concerned look on Jaebum’s face when he parked the car. “What’s wrong hyung? Do you not like this place?” He asked, and Jaebum shook his head. “It’s not that. It just looks expensive.”

“Ahh… yeah it is a little bit, but I’ve got the money for it. Don’t worry about it.” Jaebum sighed but nodded and followed Youngjae in anyway.

Jaebum ordered one of the cheapest items on the menu even though Youngjae told him to order whatever he wanted. “Hyung, you didn’t have to do that you know.” Youngjae scolded him, but Jaebum wasn’t willing to listen, as per usual. Youngjae had long since realized how stubborn Jaebum could be.

“I know, but I’m already mooching off you enough. I don’t need you spending all your money on me at some expensive restaurant too.” The older man explained. Youngjae sighed and just let it go since he knew it was a lost cause.

Luckily Jaebum seemed to love the food he ordered, eating quickly and barely talking to Youngjae at all. Youngjae allowed himself to watch Jaebum for a bit – if there’s one thing Jaebum seemed to love the most, it’s food. He always made a point to compliment Youngjae’s cooking, especially when it was traditional Korean food. Aside from fried chicken, Jaebum seemed to love Korean food the most.

“This is so good. Do you want to try some of it?” Jaebum said, finally looking up from his plate. Youngjae nodded and Jaebum gave him a bit off his fork. It was really good, and Youngjae was glad because it was still pretty costly even if it was nearly the cheapest item on the menu. “You know, I haven’t been to a place this nice in who knows how long.” Jaebum said offhandedly, and Youngjae felt his heart sink a bit.

Youngjae wondered what kind of meals Jaebum was eating before he started staying at Youngjae’s apartment, or if he sometimes went without meals at all. It was no wonder that Jaebum was so defensive, knowing that he may have had a pretty hard life over the past few years. Maybe if Youngjae’s parents had reacted the same way that Jaebum’s did, he might be in the same situation as the man sitting across from him.

“Hey hyung.” Youngjae said, earning a look from Jaebum that indicated he was listening. “How come you were so against me calling you hyung before but you were suddenly so okay with it? And you even called me Youngjae-yah.”

Jaebum propped his head up with his hands and let out a breath. “Honorifics always used to remind me of my parents honestly. They were so traditional and when I left I didn’t want to partake in anything that reminded me of them. Occasionally I’d go and get Korean food because I really love it but aside from that, I just stayed away from the culture. But with you… it’s okay. I don’t mind it. Actually, I’ve been able to appreciate my culture again because of you, and I’m really thankful for that.”

Youngjae’s cheeks felt warm just thinking about how much Jaebum had opened up to him in such a short time. The first time they met, and even just two weeks ago, they were definitely not close. Jaebum didn’t want to share any information about himself at all, but now he was so honest and sincere. It felt better than anything he had accomplished as an officer, knowing that he might have genuinely helped someone for the better.

“I think I’m going to start looking for a job today or tomorrow as well. I want to help you out a bit since you’re letting me stay with you. It’s the least I can do. I’ll try to get a third-shift job since it will make our schedules match up better, and I think third-shift jobs are easier to get anyway.” Jaebum stated, and Youngjae nodded. “Okay, Jaebumie-hyung.”

Youngjae looked into the mirror and admired his new haircut briefly. He wasn’t a fan of the standard-issue cop crew-cut, but he kept it a bit longer than normal on top and got a fade undercut. It looked pretty good honestly. He had went with Jaebum to a salon the day before since Jaebum wanted to re-dye his hair red. Jaebum kept his hair long and Youngjae had to keep himself from staring yet again. He was lucky to have such a nice looking roommate.

As he walked into the living room Jaebum was already there, since the two didn’t stay in the same room while each other changed. Jaebum looked up from the book he was reading when he heard Youngjae enter the room and smiled. He had on a pair of silver round glasses like Harry Potter and Youngjae admired his cuteness yet again. Jaebum’s looks were like Jekyll and Hyde – he could easily switch between his adorably nerdy side and his unhindered sexy side. Youngjae had to regularly keep his not-so-innocent longing for his roommate in check at this point.

“Youngjae-yah.” Jaebum said, and Youngjae mumbled a “Hmm?” as he laced his boots up. “Whenever I have a new job, and I get my first paycheck… do you wanna go some place with me?”

The question piqued Youngjae’s interest and he let out of the bootlace to look up at Jaebum. “Go some place? Like where?” he asked, and Jaebum looked away from him. “I mean like… do you want to go on a date?” Jaebum asked him quietly as if he was expecting Youngjae to flat-out refuse him.

“You… want to go on a date? With me?” Youngjae asked again, and Jaebum finally looked at him. “Yeah. If you don’t want to, it’s fin-“ “No! I mean, yes, I do want to. I’m just surprised is all. You never really seemed like you were interested in me. Actually you seemed like I annoyed you most of the time.” Youngjae admitted.

“That was before. At first I didn’t think you cared much, just like everyone else. When I got into a fight that first night you and I met I was a little hopeful, but then I never saw you again after I was booked in the jail so I just gave up the idea. But honestly, you’re the only person who has tried this much to help me and it feels like you’re the first person who has actually cared about me in so long. I like spending time with you and I really like living here. I want to start helping you out because I want to do something for you for a change.”

Youngjae stayed quiet. He wanted to talk, to say anything, but he had no clue what to tell Jaebum. He was so, so happy. He had thought about Jaebum for a while, but then he remembered a previous conversation he and Jaebum had shared.

“What about the guy you like?” Youngjae blurted out, and Jaebum was clearly taken aback. “What guy-oh! You mean the conversation we had before… I was talking about you, Youngjae. I said he was good for me. Who else has been doing so much for me lately but you? Wow I thought I was being so obvious.”

Youngjae looked down to his boots again, “Oh.” He heard Jaebum laughing at him and he looked up with what he hoped was an intimidating glare but it apparently wasn’t since Jaebum only started laughing harder upon seeing Youngjae’s face. “Hyung! Don’t laugh at me.” He pouted.

“I’m sorry Youngjae. You’re just… you’re something else, honestly. You’re so damn loud all the time, and so pushy.” “Wow, is this how you think confessions work?” Youngjae interrupted him, but Jaebum quickly placed a finger on Youngjae’s lips and the younger boy stopped talking immediately.

“Like I was saying, you’re loud and pushy, but honestly it’s endearing. And your cooking skills are incredible… and your singing. Wow, you really sing well… loudly, but well.” He said, chuckling. “You’ve really pushed your way into my life. You practically wouldn’t take no for an answer… I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.” He confessed, eyes looking down to the ground again and voice almost in a whisper.

“Hyung…” Youngjae breathed, finally removing Jaebum’s finger from their place on his lips. He had never been confessed to before, and he definitely never expected one to come from Jaebum. “You know, you’re pretty rough around the edges yourself. You’re foul-mouthed and you can be really snappy sometimes, but honestly I think it’s kinda hot.” Youngjae watched as Jaebum’s head raised so fast, eyes widened as if trying to stare a hole through Youngjae’s body.

“But honestly you’re also a cutie. I found that out the first night I let you stay here when you snuggled up to my dog plushie – her name is Coco by the way. I wasn’t expecting you to be such a softie, especially with that “bad boy” look you usually have going on. You kinda remind me of Danny from Grease, except so much hotter. And your hair looks very nice in red, by the way. You should keep it that way.” Youngjae smiled and placed his hand on Jaebum’s shoulder.

“Would it be too cheesy if I started to sing You’re the One That I Want?” Jaebum joked and Youngjae smacked him on the shoulder. “Yes. It would be. And besides, that’s what Danny sings when he’s trying to win Sandy back, and you already have me.” Youngjae smirked.

“Oh, is that right? I don’t think I want to waste any more time then.” Jaebum said, pulling Youngjae closer to him and bringing their lips together. Jaebum placed his hand on Youngjae’s thigh and rubbed his thumb in small circles while he kissed him. Youngjae could feel Jaebum’s breath against his skin and he pressed back with just as much eagerness, but Jaebum pulled away much too quickly for Youngjae’s liking.

But then Jaebum was smiling so softly at him and he couldn’t be upset. “You know, I feel like I’ve been waiting so long to do that honestly. Even if it’s only been a week or so, it felt like forever. This morning I was already awake when you pressed up against me and I wanted to keep you in bed and kiss you right there, but you said you’d kick my ass if I tried anything so-” “Will you just shut up and kiss me again, Jaebum-hyung?” Youngjae interrupted.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Officer.”

#2jae #my fic #fic request #2jaekisses #got7maknaelinenet

123 notes · View notes