#also ummm yes I did drew saw as an excuse to use a lot of pink judge me

[vending-mechy]

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[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 4: Bimbofication + Cockwarming

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,164

Warnings: Bimbofication/intelligence play, hypnosis/trance state, cockwarming

A/N: This fic is very much set in my Future Management universe though I think you could get away with not having read the others. I’ve missed writing these two tbh and then I saw that one of the prompts for day 4 was bimbofication and decided it was a good enough excuse to get back to them. But I also really loved the second prompt for day 4, cockwarming, so decided to mix the two together!

After the long week you’d both been dealing with, you and Roger were glad to have a weekend to yourselves to relax. You’d spent too many nights out at various political functions, lobbying politicians and trying to convince the wealthy elite to donate to your cause. It was frustrating though and despite the numerous late nights and all your best efforts, it didn’t feel like you’d got particularly far. Roger had returned to the studio that week to begin recording Queen’s next album, so he was having a better time than you had been, though by all accounts everyone had been a little on edge as the week drew to a close. He’d come home complaining about how snippy everyone had been and how little progress they’d made that day. It was nice just to curl up on the couch together and zone out in front of the telly, not least because recently you’d barely found time to just be together without interruptions. It wasn’t a problem exactly, and you’d known you’d have patches like that when you first started seeing each other, but the lack of intimacy and physical affection created by your busy schedules did take its toll. So, on Friday night, Roger took great joy in turning off the alarm clock, deciding you could both use a lie in. You were too exhausted to even suggest anything more than talking before you went to sleep, but Roger made sure he was spooning you as you settled down, holding you tight.  

Roger was still asleep as you woke, carefully detangling yourself so you could tiptoe to the bathroom, but he offered you a sleepy grin when you came back.   “Sorry, did I wake you?” “Maybe a little. Thought we were going to lie in.” He pouted at you as if you’d betrayed him.   “I had to pee!” you laughed, “But I’m all for lying in now.”   Roger chuckled along with you as he beckoned you over, encouraging you to lay your head on his chest as you snuggled back up. His hand found yours, softly tracing the length of your fingers as he sighed happily.   “I missed this,” he half whispered, pulling your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles.   You hummed in agreement. For someone who’d not been in the habit of sharing your bed or encouraging physical contact, you’d certainly gotten used to Roger’s touch. He’d thoroughly converted you as the relationship became more serious, made you see how nice it was to be held, how comforting his hand in yours could be. And you had missed it over the last week when there’d not seemed to be enough time for those soft, quiet moments with him. You’d sat next to uninterested politicians who nodded politely at what you said but never offered anything useful, and thought about how nice it’d be to feel Roger kiss your temple or squeeze your thigh. And then your mind had taken it further, reminding you how warm you got when his weight was over you, how it felt to fill your lungs with his breath and to taste him on your lips. You shifted at the idea and realised you weren’t the only one who wanted more than just to relax. Scooting away from Roger so you could better face him, you began to suggest you could maybe slip down under the covers and help him get properly excited, but before you got more than a few syllables out he was talking about a different idea.  “So, I’ve been thinking about something I thought might be fun to try with my bimbo doll.”  “Oh?” You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about that. On one hand you loved when Roger turned you brainless and cock-crazed, how fun it was and how freeing. But this was the first time you’d really been able to be together in a little while. What did it say about the state of your relationship or his opinion of you, if he’d prefer your bimbo alter ego over the real you, “You want her?”  “Not necessarily right now,” he said, rubbing his knuckles softly against your cheek, “Not if you don’t want to. I’m happy staying like this with you all day.”  “Don’t pretend you don’t want to fuck. I want to fuck.”  Roger laughed, “Oh I definitely want to fuck. I’m just saying I’d be perfectly happy fucking beautiful, brainy, you, instead of the slutty idiot.”  You couldn’t help but smile at that.  “But it’s something I’ve thought about quite a lot. And I think it’d be kind of perfect for such a lazy morning.”  “Okay.” you said, thinking about it more, “I’m not entirely opposed to the whole bimbo thing. It might actually be nice to be a bit brainless, maybe even make it a bit easier to relax. Y’know, sort of keep me focused on enjoying the moment and really feeling everything. So why don’t you just tell me what the idea is and then I’ll know how up for it I am right now.”  “Hmmm. I thought maybe it could be a surprise. But don’t worry, it’s something we’ve done before. I’m just curious how she’d react to being made to do it.”  “Being made to?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in disbelief, “Is this something I like?”  “Oh yeah, definitely. Believe me, we’ve done this a few times before. Usually, it’s less part of sex and more to do with the aftercare or the foreplay.”  You tried to think of what he meant but nothing came to mind that fit the description. It was intriguing though. And you trusted Roger, you knew he wouldn’t take advantage or force you to do something you wouldn't normally do. If he said you enjoyed it then you must enjoy it usually.  Roger waited to see how you’d react.  “Nothing to lose?”  “Nothing to lose.” He said with a smile, “I promise it’ll be fun, love.”  “Okay, let’s do it. I’m insanely curious. But also, sometime later today or tonight, we’re going to have regular, non-bimbo, sex.”  “Anything you want. You ready?” 

You nodded and instantly felt Roger draw you back down so you were within easier reach. His fingers trailed lightly over your arms as he began to talk you down. You relaxed into the moment, letting his voice wash over you as his touch created goosebumps over your skin. As you closed your eyes your breathing began to soften and you felt the familiar drowsiness settle into your mind. Roger did his usual improvisation, making sure you knew how dumb you were, how easily confused and hopelessly idiodic you were. He made you understand that you couldn’t understand half of what he said, that you were just a giggly dummy who needed his help. And then, when he was sure you had gone brainless, he told you how horny you were. How all you could think about was his cock in every one of your holes, how desperately you ached for him, how being filled by him was your one goal in life. The only thing you needed or wanted. And how the longer you waited the hornier you got. He told you about being desperate and wet and you felt yourself grow desperate and wet as he said it though you couldn’t remember the word desperate. You tried you but just came up blank. The only world you could think of was cock. It flashed in your mind like a neon sign and just the thought of that word alone made your mouth water and you cunt ache.  You shifted, trying to rub your legs together, able to feel the slick forming between them as your stomach tightened with need. And then he told you one word, a simple word. No. He explained that every time he told you no, it was guaranteed to compound the horny desperation you felt.   “What’s co-com- ummm, com-pound?” You asked, confusedly.   “It means the feeling will get stronger. When I say no, you’ll get even hornier. Understand?”  “Yes,” you sighed, content now that he’d explained the hard word.  

By the time you blinked your eyes open, all you knew was that you wanted his cock. It was your very first thought and the first thing you said.   Roger looked at you, smiling, and greeted you. A pleasant, “Hi,” that made you feel warm and happy.  You’d smiled back, “Can I please have your cock Sir?”  That made Roger laugh, “No baby. That’s now what I want to do right now.”  Hearing him say that just made you want it more though.  “Please Sir? I could suck it for you. I really really really want to suck your cock.”  “No, I don’t think I want that either.”  You whined softly, “I promise I’m reallllllly good at it and I love sucking cock so much.”  “No. What else could you do instead?”  “Ummm,” it was hard to think, hard to remember anything beyond how horny you were, “Maybe I could ride you?”  “Hmmm, no.”  You groaned and clenched your hands into fists for a second as a bolt of energy ran through you, “Can I wank you?”  “No, baby, not that either.”  “Please Sir?”  “No.”  The bolt of energy ran through you again and you stomped your foot against the mattress to relieve some of the pressure.   “Keep suggesting things,” Roger grinned, “Maybe one of them might interest me.”  You scrunched your face up in concentration, trying to think of something Roger might like, “What about if you fucked me? I’d be so good and I’d stay so still and you could use my pussy and cum in me and-”  “No. No I don’t want that either.”  “But Siiiiiiir,” you whined, “You always tell me to take your cock!”  “Do I?”  “Yes!” you giggled, wondering how he could have forgotten, “You always say how good it feels in me.”  “I s’pose that’s true.”  “So can I have your cock now?”  “No.”  You whined and pouted but Roger didn’t budge.  “I’ll tell you what. Let’s start with taking your clothes off.”  “Okay Sir.” you nodded, giggling again at the idea, hoping it would lead to having one of your holes filled.  “Well go on then. Shirt off first, good girl.”  You rolled yourself off the bed and quickly began tearing off the pyjamas you were wearing, feeling hot as Roger’s gaze dragged over the newly exposed skin.   “Now undress me.”  You couldn't help but laugh as you crawled across the bed to reach him. He’d slept without a shirt so all you had to worry about were his flannel PJ pants and underwear pulling them down his legs one at a time. As his underwear came down your eyes fell to his cock, revealed inch by inch. You felt saliva pool in your mouth and had to resist the urge to lean forward and taste him.  “Can I touch you Sir?” you asked quietly, almost holding your breath as you waited for his answer.  “No.”  “Please?” you asked again, frustrated. Roger didn’t understand how bad you wanted it, how much you needed him. “I’ll do anything Sir, whatever you want.”  “No.”  With an impatient groan you threw yourself onto your stomach, beating your fists and feet against the mattress. It was the only way to relieve the energy and pressure building inside you.  But Roger just laughed, “Awww, is Dummy gonna have a tantrum? That’s not going to change my mind. My answer is still no.”  You whined and kicked your legs again, your pussy throbbing with how empty it was.  “You’re such a desperate slut, aren’t you Dummy.” Roger laughed again, “So maybe....”  You looked up excited and hopeful.  “I might decide to fuck you. Pin you down, fill you hard and deep and cum in you as many times as I can manage. Just to shut your whining up.”  You scrambled back to your knees and nodded happily, reaching to wrap your hand around Roger’s cock.  He slapped you away, “I said might, Dummy. That’s still a no. You’ll have to show me you deserve it. You’ll have to be a good bimbo doll and do everything I say. Can you do that?”  You whined but agreed you could. He didn’t need to make you promise to follow his orders. You’d have done that anyway. You’d have done anything he asked, anything to make him feel happy and pleased. 

“Sit up, hands behind your back. Show me your cunt.”  You scrambled to do as he asked, smiling proudly when he hummed at the sight of your spread legs and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock.  “You’re so wet Dummy. How’d that happen?”  You giggled again, “I told you I want you Sir.”  “Guess I didn’t realise how much,”  Your gaze fell to his hand and your breath caught as you watched him slowly stroke his length, stiffening more the longer your eyes were fixed on him. It just made everything worse. You couldn’t seem to drag your eyes away, nearly panting with desire. Wanting to touch yourself almost as much as you wanted to touch him.  “Oh you are desperate. I can see your cunt clenching around thin air and you’ve got drool on your chin. You don’t even care which hole I use.”  You shook your head. Whatever he wanted would make you happy because it’d make him happy.  “I could keep telling you no.”  A whimper slipped from your lips and you felt your pussy pulse with need.  “But maybe I’ll be generous. Lie down here, next to me. Good girl, now turn onto your side. No, other side, facing away from me. That’s right.”  “What are you doing Sir?” you asked over the creaking of the bed frame as Roger shifted around behind you. He didn’t answer though, just pressed himself against your back. You could feel his hard length being directed to your slit and you changed the position of your legs to make it easier for him.   “Good girl,” he said softly, his breath warm against your bare skin.  You moaned at the feeling of him moving between your legs, waiting for the sweet stretch of him filling you. Only it didn’t come. You could feel him between your lips, sliding easily through your soaked folds, every ridge and vein making you shudder. You tried to press back, to direct him into you, but his hand landed on your hip, forcing you to still.  “No.”  The word pulled another whine from you, louder than any before, exacerbated by how close he was to what you really wanted. But that just made Roger chuckle as he kept teasing you. It was pure torment, though worse was still to come.  

It took you completely by surprise when Roger stopped his teasing rubbing, readjusting his angle so he could sink into you slowly. The unexpectedness of it stole your breath but you managed to gasp out a small moan of thanks, finally getting what you’d been so desperate for. The position you lay in kept your bodies close as he sheathed himself fully, rocking his hips gently so as to withdraw a little and thrust back into you. You could have cried with joy at knowing you’d pleased your Sir, that you’d been so good and patient, and he’d finally decided to take what you’d offered him. And then he stopped. You tried to take over his rhythm, tried to fuck yourself on his cock the way you knew he liked. Last time you’d done that he’d praised you for being brainless and needy, called you a good bimbo whore and you’d kept going until he’d cum, laughing about how good it felt. But this time he stopped you. He pressed his hips flush against you and wrapped his arm tightly over the top of you.   “No, Dummy. No moving now.”  “But Sir,”  “No. Be good and lie still or I will make you,” He tapped the middle of your forehead with a finger, “Remember I have all the power.”  You didn’t know what he meant by that or why he’d tapped you but you knew how to be good. You knew how to please. And so you relaxed again and lay quiet and still, the way he wanted you.  “It’s still a little early for me to use you. I think I want to sleep a bit longer, so why don’t you stay here and warm my cock for me. It’ll keep me comfortable so I can sleep longer. And then when I’m better rested I’ll think about fucking you.”  You whined again, wanting to thrash your arms and legs again but unable to, wanting to be pinned down by your Sir and used, wanting to feel him move within you or to taste his cum or anything. But if that was what he wanted that was what you’d do, so you nodded and agreed softly.   Roger hummed happily which was all you needed to hear to feel happy too. He let out a tired exhale and seemed to still. You listened as his breath evened out into a shallow rhythm, and struggled to keep relaxed in his embrace. As far as you could tell he was asleep, though his hand seemed to come to life. His fingertips trailed over your skin, coming to rest on your chest. You tried to remain quiet but struggled not to moan as his hand cupped your breast and squeezed it. In response he moved slightly, though still slept on, his cock changing angle within you by a hair's breadth. In your state of heightened arousal it was enough to have you clenching again, trying not to wake Roger in case he got mad.  

There was a soft laugh from behind you and Roger mumbled, “C’mon Dummy, you should sleep too.” And then he kept talking, telling you how you’d still be horny when you woke but you’d have control of your brain again, you’d be back to his beautiful, intelligent partner. It sounded like nonsense (what did intelligent even mean?) but something about the way he spoke made your eyes droop and close. There was a small tap on your forehead and you awoke, disorientated by being brought back to the real world so soon.  “How do you feel, love?”  Roger asked and you twisted in his arms to try and see him better. You were pleased when you heard him groan at the change in your position.   “You’re a fucking tease Roger Taylor.” you half laughed, trying to sound less amused than you were.  He laughed too, clearly pleased with his little game, as he released you and withdrew his cock from your heat, “I told you you’d like it.”  You pushed yourself up to be more comfortable, “I don’t know that like is the word I’d use. All I feel is horny. Insanely so.”  “Do you want that fuck now?”  He was still laughing when you tackled him. 

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[sherlollydramoine]

Soulmates

WARNINGS: Contains a slight bit of lovin’ in this chapter. 18+ only please, Reader is kind of a little bit of a bully in this chapter (I promise it won’t last long..)

As per usual I want to thank @ramibaby for all of her help and suggestions. @ramimalekpeen-deactivated201909 has deactivated (which breaks my heart) I will still thank her anyway. You two helped really offer the kind of guidance that I’ve needed to finish with this chapter. Just a heads up though guys, this chapter was written before the prologue, and I haven’t quite made as much progress on chapter two as I would have liked, so it may be a bit of a wait for the next chapter. XOXOXO 

And a very special twin makes an appearance!!! :)

Link to prologue: X

PART ONE

You looked up at him in complete confusion, as you desperately tried to pry your hands apart once again. It was like they had been superglued together - nothing you'd tried to do to unstick them had been successful. 

"Rami, what's going on?" You quirked a brow.

He didn't seem all that concerned about this predicament, and simply threw back his head, speaking between mocking chuckles,

"Looks like you're really stuck with me now."

"Rami,this-it-it isn't funny! What's happening? What did you do to our hands?!" You pressed, suddenly on the verge of tears. You were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to collapse on the shitty bed awaiting you in your hotel room.

It was then your attention was drawn toward Rami's hotel room door. With a loud bang, it swung open, that sound like a knife cutting through the tense, heavy air surrounding you. A rather dishevelled looking Sami peered out from behind the dark wood, his hair a mess and eyes weary.

"There you are!" He exhaled, shoulders slumping and eyes rolling. "I thought I lost you!" 

He gestured toward you and Rami as he made quick strides toward you both. It wasn't until he came to a stop before you his relieved expression vanished, replaced by one of pure shock and disbelief. With wide eyes he stared at your linked hands, his mouth agape. Why on earth such a seemingly innocent gesture caused this reaction was beyond you, and only added to your growing sense of anxiety. Suddenly, Sami's face broke out in a smirk and he reached up to nervously scratch the back of his head.

"Uhhh…" He stammered, eyes darting between you both, before resting on Rami's. " I think it's time you two had a little discussion..." He raised a brow, nodding knowingly toward Rami who seemed adamant on not meeting his brothers stare. 

With a sigh, Rami's eyes met yours and he reluctantly huffed,

"I guess so."

APPROXIMATELY TWELVE HOURS EARLIER

As you finally pulled into the parking lot of the swanky hotel your best friend Beatrice had decided was an idyllic location for her wedding, you let out a relieved sigh. It had been a long two days in the car and you were looking forward to getting checked in, and then settling in for a much needed nap.

Grabbing your bags and locking the car you headed inside, where you were greeted by Bea's loud squeals of delight and the sight of her sprinting toward you.

"Y/N YOU MADDDDDEEEE ITTTTTT!" she bellowed, arms out wide and you found yourself suddenly wrapped in one of her rib crushingly tight bear hugs. 

"Oof!" you huffed, eyes so wide that if you could see yourself in the reflection of the tiled floor you would swear they were bulging out of your head.  

 "Bea…" you tapped her shoulder, voice strained as you gasped for air. "Too tight…"

 She let go of you immediately and you drew in a sharp breath, clutching your chest. 

"Oh, sorry…" she giggled, nervously avoiding your disgruntled stare. " Just missed you…"

"Really?" you chuckled, straightening out your now crumpled shirt. "Hadn't noticed…" 

She hummed, straightening up her posture and speaking with an air of smugness as she stared down her nose at you,

"Well, that's because I'm a great actor."

"Uh huh…" You drawled, narrowing your eyes.

She shook her head dismissively at your lack of belief.

"S'true, just ask Joey baby…" 

"Joey baby?" Your scrunched your nose, cringing at the pet name.

 "Yes. Now that we are getting married I have taken it upon myself to utterly repulse all my guests with the sickening love I feel." 

"Wow, well do you think you could hold off on the pet names just for me?" You poked her shoulder, speaking softly, " You're favorite bridesmaid…?" 

She rolled her eyes,

"You've seen and heard worse from the two of us and don't flatter yourself."

"Excuse me?" You placed a hand on your hip, eyes honing in on hers as you bore a playful smirk. "Who else knows you like I do huh?"

Bea shrugged, fobbing you off with a wave of her hand as she looked anywhere but at you.

"Absolute perfectionist who is easily distracted and so stubbornly set in her ways that there ain't a chance in hell of getting you to stop something once you've set your mind to it…." 

You babbled, moving your head to try and meet her gaze.

 She was smiling at your words, purposefully darting her eyes away every time they met yours. Her smile grew wider as she reluctantly agreed,

"Alright...I guess you know me pretty well." Her eyes finally met yours again. "And you are my favourite bridesmaid." She took one of your hands in both of hers as she continued, "I'm so glad you're here, Joe's been so annoying with his chaotic energy this last few weeks." 

"Oh god…" you chuckled, shaking your head. "Can I at least have a nap before I get thrust into Joe babysitting duty? I've been in the car for like 2 days and I'm really tired."

"Aw, of course!" She smiled. "but... not until you've met your partner in crime for this week, and also, Joe will be very offended if you don't say hello first, he's been dyyyying to see you." She rolled her eyes once again and you couldn't help but roll yours too.

"Man, that boy is needy, I Skype'd you guys what? Two days ago!" You exclaimed. "Why does he need me? Isn't Mr. Mazzello busy being entertained by his..." you raised your hands, making air quotes. "Hollywood friends?" 

"Heeey watch it, one of those 'Hollywood friends' is my cousin. You remember Rami right?" 

You just stare at Bea incredulously for a good solid minute before opening your mouth to reply. She knows damn well you have haven't forgotten who he is. Being his cousin and the soon-to-be wife of Rami's best friend, she knows you spent most of your childhood and teen years around him.

"How could I forget? He's the asshole who shoved me into the pool at your 17th birthday party." you angrily mumble. 

"Oh come on, that was like twenty years ago. I can't believe you still remember that! Besides, he did eventually apologize for it and he still claims it was kind of an accident."

"Psht, it wasn't an accident, but regardless, I still ended up in a pool, and he didn't even bother to ask if I was okay, or to try helping me out. He just laughed and then left with one of his stupid friends. He was such a jerk. Ugh. You of all people know that I had the biggest crush on him back then, it was so embarrassing! Sami was at least nice to me, he was the one that helped me out and he wouldn't stop apologizing for his brother. Sami was always the nicer twin, to me. You also know it isn't just the pool incident, what about the time at the movie theater? Or the most embarrassing time when he actually stood me up for a date when I truly thought he might actually like me? " 

Bea sighed and then opened her mouth to speak, but was rudely interrupted by a loud screeching,

"YYYYYYNNNNNNN!!!"

 Turning your head, you saw Joe frantically waving his long arms - the sight of a grown man acting so unabashedly childish making you throw your head back with laughter. Joe had always exuded such a chaotic energy that it was almost infectious. 

"JOOOOEEEEEYYYY!!!" You yelled, bouncing excitedly on the spot. This earned a chuckle from Joe as he bolted toward you.

Soon you found yourself wrapped in the embrace of Joe's strong arms, your head pressed to his warm chest as you heard Bea mutter,

"Imma leave you with my overgrown man child and get you checked in." 

Pulling back abruptly from the hug, Joe gripped your shoulders, smiling down at you as he took in your tired state.

"So, long drive?" He pouted dramatically, staring into your droopy eyes. 

You simply hummed and nodded.

 "I still don't understand why you didn't just fly." 

"Mozzarella why would I fly, when I can enjoy the quiet solitude of a drive with great views? I got some fantastic photos on the trip here."

"Hmm...touche! You'll have to show me." He let his hands drop to his sides as he looked over his shoulder. He looked back at you with a brow furrowed and gestured toward Bea at the reception. "You not checked in yet?" 

"Not yet, Bay-Bea intercepted me before I could. She said she was going to check me in."

He nodded knowingly, smiling.

"Maybe you can tell me what Bea meant by my 'partner-in-crime' for the week?!" Joe raised an eyebrow and tried to avert his eyes.

"Mozzarella-" you said a little more aggressively than you intended. 

"Ummm… Welll….uh," he stammered, scratching the back of his head. " Bea decided that all the bridesmaids and groomsmen are partnered together this week for various activities we have planned, and uh, Rami is your partner." He bit his lip, seemingly mulling over his own words. "Annnnnd now she's gonna kill me before we're even married because I wasn't supposed to tell you. And oh my GOD I do NOT wanna die yet."  

He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Bea's gentle touch on his back. Her hand remained there as she stood beside him, looking curiously between the two of you. 

"Uh, babe?" She questioned softly, a small smile forming. "why are you going to die?!"

"Jesus woman!" He exhaled, staring down at her and draping his arm around her shoulders. "what have I said about sneaking up..."

"I wasn't sneaking!" Bea implored. "I was walking, it's not my fault you can't hear-"

You cut their bickering off with a deadpan,

"He told me what you meant about the whole partner-in-crime thing." That seemed to shut Bea up almost immediately, her attention solely on you and lips pursed into a tight line as you continued, "And I don't like it." 

Bea side eyed a rather nervous looking Joe before her stern expression dropped. She let out a loud guffaw of laughter, proceeding to nuzzle her head into her fiance's chest. Joe looked just as confused as you were, offering you a shrug before welcoming Bea's affections by wrapping his arms around her.

"Y/N, it really wasn't meant to be a secret." Bea explained. "I just didn't want to tell you because you might have bailed on me or something. Everyone else knew except you." She looked down at her free hand, in which she held a room key. "By the way, this is for you." She held it out for you and you willingly took it. "Go have your nap but please be dressed nicely for dinner at 5 on the terrace. Oh, and you are in room 404." 

She smiled brightly at you before looking up to Joe and groaning,

"And for the love of Goood, you and Joe need to take a chill pill, I'm the one supposed to be having fits of hysterics, being the bride and all..." she raised a brow.

"Fiiiine…" you sighed. "Drama Queen….but thanks for getting me checked in, I do appreciate it."

Unsettled by the bombshell that was partnering with Rami for the week, you made your way to the elevators, your mind fraught with memories of his persuasive charm and sharp wit.

Once you arrived at your floor, you made your way to your room. It was when you turned to close your door you caught a glimpse of a familiar mop of curls headed toward the elevator. Your breath hitched immediately, and your stomach flipped. You knew he was going to be here, so you shouldn't have been surprised, but actually seeing him again after all these years seemed kind of surreal. 

He had been nothing but a figment of your memory for so long that he had become almost fictional - a two dimensional character who, constrained to your fading memories, you could justifyingly villainize. But now, he was here, in the flesh, walking so damn casually to the elevator, and looking so damn fine while doing it. Granted, you had only seen his back, but you had to admit, it was a nice one. As foolish as you felt your compulsion to run after him was, you couldn't help but feel it, simultaneously though, another part of you wanted to hide away in your room all week and never face him again. God, you had almost forgotten how easily he got under your skin.

After your much needed nap, you woke up feeling rested but rather annoyed at the cheerfulness of your alarm's ringtone. A moment of panic set in until your disoriented self remembered where you were, a feeling of dread following soon after. 

Sitting up and stretching out your aching body, you realised that, as painful as it was to admit Joe was right - flying would have been a better idea. With your heart and mind set on a hot shower, you grabbed your toiletries and headed to the bathroom. 

Once your shower was over, you decided that even though Bea had instructed you to dress nice, you really weren't in the mood for applying the makeup that 'dressing nice' entailed, so you simply pulled your hair into a messy bun and threw on your favorite little black dress and flats. 

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with your appearance, you grabbed your phone and room key and headed towards the terrace, opting to take the stairs instead of the elevator. 

It was as you bounded off the last step your body collided with that of someone stepping out of the elevator. You hit them with such force that, if they had not reflexively grabbed your shoulders, you would have fallen flat on your ass.

"Woah there!" A deep voice warned, strong hands gripping you tight as you almost tripped over your own shoes.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" You stammered, eyes on your stumbling feet. 

"Haha, it's alright!"

 There was a moment of silence as you looked up at the man before you, and it wasn't until you locked eyes that you realised you and your fellow collide-e weren't strangers. He may have noticeably more facial hair and laugh lines since you'd last seen him, but you'd recognise that face anywhere. 

"Sami?" You spoke in near disbelief, a bright smile forming as your eyes searched his.

"...Y/N?" Sami seemed just shocked as you, his gaze falling to your body, his smile wide.

"Oh my god…" You gushed, one hand covering your mouth as the other instinctively reached out. "You're…you're a man now..."

You almost couldn't believe this man was once the 18 year old boy who'd graciously helped you out of the pool all those years ago.

Without hesitation you extended a finger to gently prod his now overgrown locks, earning a rather bemused chuckle from him. 

"Haha!" Little creases formed around his eyes as he revelled in your apparent wonder of the aging process. 

You must have looked like a fool standing there gawking at the man, but you just couldn't help it.  He looked so different, so mature, and so damn fine.

God, if he looked this good, you dreaded thinking about what Rami looked like now, considering historically, he'd been the one to make your knees weak. Sure, you'd seen Rami on the silver screen, but you knew seeing his real, three dimensional face before you would be entirely different.

"And you are…" He started that sentence without seeming to consider where it may go, opting to punctuate it with a vague gesture to your body and stammered, "You, you look amazing!"

Thankfully, you were wrapped in his tight hug immediately after, so he wasn't able to see your now blushing cheeks.

When he pulled back, he returned your bright smile and asked,

"It's been so long! How have you been?" 

Since finding out about Rami? Not so great honestly.

"I'm doing okay I suppose." You nodded, mirroring his long strides as he started walking. "Just working, and trying to find the time to do things I like, which y'know is hard when you work 96 hours a week."

"Woah!" He jerked back his head. " What do you do? If I remember correctly you always wanted to be a nurse."

"Yeah that's exactly what I do, but I'm considering going back to school to become a nurse practitioner."

"You should!" He implored.

"Yeah, we'll see. But what about you? Bea told me you're a teacher?" 

"Yeah. It can be such a rewarding job, stressful, but rewarding. Kids can be sweet… sometimes." He rolled his eyes.

You chuckled, 

"Haha, sounds just as rewarding as what I do." 

A beat passed where you were just walking in silence, save for the sound of your footsteps clacking on the smooth floor. 

"And how's your brother? I've seen some of his stuff. He's actually really talented, well I mean I've always known he was ridiculously talented but... I mean.. It's just... Anyway, I thought his portrayal of Freddie was incredible."

"Yeah, it was incredible. He's doing alright. If you remember anything positive about my brother then you know what my concerns are, when he works he really gives it his all and I'm just a little worried that he's gotten in over his head. He'd never admit it because he enjoys his work so much, but I think he sometimes over does it."

"Yes, I do vaguely recall how much effort he puts into his performances. I used to watch him study and would sometimes get roped into running lines with him. Hahahaha... I never was one for acting though."

"Yeah,” he threw back his head, letting out a soft chuckle as continued, “you were a terrible actress. But Rami, he always had the magic. He was actually reading over something for his latest project when I left him to come down here would you believe?."

“Yes. I thought I saw him earlier, but I wasn't sure. I'm surprised the fans haven't descended on him yet. So where exactly is he? I've been anxious to see him again after all these years. "

Anxious being the operative word.

"Oh trust me, his royal highness is probably still preening in the mirror, but he should down soon. He came down to the lobby earlier to talk to Joe but when he came back upstairs, he did mention that heard you'd arrived." he laughed. 

"Oh, so he cares that I’ve arrived?" you pressed, raising a brow.

Sami just gave a nonchalant shrug, before responding,

"I don't know hun, but he seemed to be in good spirits after hearing you'd gotten here. He actually wanted to talk to you about something, but given what happened the last time you saw each other, I advised him that it wasn't a great idea."

"God Sami, I was so in love with him, and I just felt like such an idiot from the get go. It was painful how one-sided it ended up being. It took me a long time to move on. After Bea's party I went home and cried like the ridiculously hormonal teenager I was. I don't even want to talk about the failed dinner date fiasco."

"Trust me YN, it... It took him a while to get over what he did. My mom heard about it from Bea which is why he had to apologize to you. Though Bea and I did have bets placed on how badly you'd beat him up, kinda surprised that you didn’t actually."

You can't help but laugh at the memory of a very uncomfortable looking Rami standing in front of you in his mother's kitchen, while an audience of family and friends observed his sad attempt at an apology.

"Haha, Sami you are so right, Jesus, I wanted to smash his pretty face in. But.. I wasn't going to lash out in front of your mom, she's such an amazing woman. I wouldn't want to disappoint her by negatively overreacting to his sad attempt at an apology."

"Trust me, mom gave him a tongue lashing in both Arabic and English. It was... Well... I've never seen her get so upset at my brother over anything girl related before. Not like that anyway." Sami smirked at the memory.

"I am very sorry Sam." 

He just laughed again, 

"Don't apologize to me. It was far too entertaining."

By the time you two reached the terrace, the bride and groom were just sitting down, so you headed over to the table. Sami pulled your chair out for you and gestured for you to sit, so you took the offered seat. You smiled at him and gave him a thank you, before reaching for the menu. You were mentally debating between steak or chicken when you heard a slight commotion. You looked up in time to see Rami rushing towards table muttering his apologizes for being late. 

"Always know how to make an entrance don't you bro." Sami cheekily noted.

"Yeah, yeah..." came Rami's rather cavalier response. 

You couldn't help yourself so you chimed in,

 "So his royal highness finally decided to grace us with his presence."

You could feel all eyes on you, some with their mouths agape, others just looked slightly shocked. Bea tried to hide her amused smile behind her wine glass and Joe straight out laughed,whether at you or whatever Bea whispered to him you weren’t sure. Rami didn't acknowledge your statement, so you continued on,

"Surprised to see you at all, and I'm even more surprised that you didn't drag your pretty little blonde here with you."

You didn't mean to be so rude, you really didn't, but for some inexplicable reason your brain and mouth couldn't stop spewing venom. 

Sami nearly choked on his drink and Joe almost spit his out all over his amused fiancé. 

"Oh shit Y/N...shots fired.." came Bea's quiet response, as she slowly took a sip of her wine, her eyes darting back and forth between you and Rami. 

"Y/N, please reserve that whit of yours for stuff you actually understand." Rami deadpanned, sounding rather displeased with this topic of conversation. "I’m here now. I apologized for being late, and despite what you may think I was doing, I was actually on a conference call discussing an upcoming project.” He paused, doe eyes staring you down before he frowned and muttered,

 “Though I'm not sure why you think I owe you any explanation at all...."

You couldn’t believe his candour, and jerked back your head as you spoke,

 "Oh that's right, I forgot we’ve got a big shot Hollywood star with us. You know, winning an Oscar doesn’t give you the right to be a jerk." you spat, words sounding much more venomous than you intended.

"Rami. Y/N." Joe warned, with a hint of amusement in his voice, "I can't believe that this is coming out of my mouth but please, children behave!"

You rolled your eyes, from a technical standpoint you did start it. You glanced back at your menu to continue your internal debate when you heard Rami's voice calling your name. 

"Y/N?" Rami asked. 

"Yes, Rami?" You avoided his stare, looking over the menu before you.

"Just wanted to say you look good all grown up, especially in that pretty little black dress." He spoke with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. 

You laughed, knowing he was joking though you couldn't do anything to stop the blush that was spreading across your face - and chest. Feeling incredibly flustered even though you knew he didn't mean a word of it, you decided to respond as maturely as you could. Which apparently was as mature as twelve year old without parental supervision. 

"Malek, eat shit." Came your smug response. 

"Wow. And here I thought I was being nice giving you a compliment." 

Staring him down, you spat,

"Yeah, I'd have believed you, maybe, if you weren't being so sarcastic. " 

Before Rami could respond he was cut off by Bea,

"Awwww babe, aren't they cute? It seems as if they are on track for an epic love story like ours. You know guys, sometimes the best love stories start with a mutual hatred of each other. God, I absolutely hated Joe when I first met him and now I can't imagine my life without him." 

Bea made googly eyes at Joe who just took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. His voice strained as smiled at her and spoke through mock tears,

“She hated me so much.” 

This time it was you who nearly spit out your drink, and Rami nearly choked on the olive he had just popped into his mouth. A coughing fit came from him when Sami smacked his back to help him clear his throat. 

"What's the matter Malek, can't handle a bit of teasing? " you stated mostly for the purposes of trying to rile him up a little more. God that man brings out the worst in you, and of course being the fully grown adult you are, you handle it with such great aplomb. 

You couldn't hear his response but whatever he said made his brother's eyes go wide for a few moments and was quickly followed by the distinct sound of someone kicking someone under the table. 

"Owww!" Rami murmured quietly as you observed him hunched over to rub at the sore spot on one of his gorgeous little chicken legs. 

"Serves you right man. That was rude and wildly inappropriate." Sami huffed out of frustration while side eyeing his brother. 

Rami smirked in response to his brother and winked at you when he realized you were openly staring at him. 

“Just like all those years ago Y/N, it seems you still have a staring problem. I mean, I know I'm gorgeous, or whatever people call me these days, but girl… you just can't help yourself can you?" He teased, tone light and joking. 

"Oh Jesus Christ Rami, what the hell?!" Sami scolded as he observed the hurt expression on your face. 

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes but, determined not to let the hurt and anger come spilling out in front of him, you grabbed your glass and take a deep pull of whatever liquid was in the cup. 

You ended up tuning out the conversation for a while as you reminisced, getting lost in old memories of the four (sometimes five if Sami joined) members of your group doing various activities throughout your youth, smiling to yourself at the memories of his golden skin in the pool. He always did look amazing when he was wet. 

Pulling yourself out of your "Rami-daze" you turn your attention back to the bride and groom. Seizing an opportunity in the lull of conversation you asked, 

"Soooo… Mozzarella, what are these activities that I was hearing about earlier from Bay-Bea?"

Joe needed little prompting as he and Beatrice launched into the details of all the different things they had planned for the week leading up to their ceremony. So many activities and so little time, but you weren't going to complain. You know how much time and effort had gone into planning this. How many middle of the night frantic phone calls from Bea and Joe wanting your opinion on something or the other. Nobody was allowed to go to sleep until the crisis, whatever it was, had been resolved. 

"So we are supposed to be up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow for what reason?" asked Joe's best man and brother. 

"It's a surprise!" Bea exclaimed. 

"It's a no from me then." Joe's brother said. 

"Oh please your ass can go back to bed after, it's only about an hour of your time." Joe deadpanned. 

"Well I'm down for whatever it is." Sami assured. 

"Thank you Sami-I appreciate the enthusiasm." Bea smiled. 

"So Bea, this group is kind of small tonight, where is everyone?" you inquired. 

"Everyone else will be coming in the next couple of days." Joe answered for her. 

"What's the dress code for tomorrow morning's festivities?" Rami inquired. 

"Comfortable. So no high heels, or mini dresses. I would suggest a light jacket or sweater since it's a little chilly first thing in the morning." Bea advised. 

"Awwww Bay-Bea, but I was so totally planning on wearing my LBD and heels in the morning." Joe laughed out. 

"Well, I’m not stopping you babe but, I meant more something along the style of casual gym attire." Bea smirked. 

"Bold of you to assume that I don't wear mini dresses and heels to the gym." Rami joked. 

The laughter that went around the table at Rami's joke eased the mood considerably and you couldn't help but laugh along with everyone else. Rami really was a funny guy. 

"See Bay-Bea, Rami understands me." Joe chuckled.

"Fine. Wear what you want. Break an ankle or sustain any sort of injury and I will be pissed off Joseph. And for the love of God, you better not ruin any of my dresses in your attempt to be a clown." Bea scowled at him in her frustration. 

Joe pouted and then leaned across the table toward you. 

"Since I can't borrow Bea's, Princess can I borrow the black dress you're wearing tonight, for tomorrow morning?" 

"Uhhh sure I guess Mozzarella. Not sure if it will fit you though, but I'd most certainly enjoy watching you try." 

Joe dramatically clutched his chest .

"Gasssp are you? Are you calling me fat Y/N?!" he stuttered out so dramatically it would put any stage actor to shame. 

"Oh stop it. Of course I'm not, it's just. You're taller than I am, and I don't want to see your twig and man berries falling out of my dress. Especially at the ass crack of dawn when I most likely haven't had my daily dose of caffeine yet. " you scoffed. 

Bea literally spit out her wine all over the table, Rami choked on his tequila, Sami looked uncomfortable, and Joe's brother laughed so loudly it made you jump at the sudden loudness. 

Joe pouted, but you knew it was all an act. 

"I love you Joey baby. You're my squishy and I shall call you 'Squishy.'" Bea giggled as she poked Joe in the stomach. 

"Bea, what did I say about pet names? " You gagged. 

Joe looked so affronted, 

"Babe.. Did you just? You just.. You called me fat?" 

"No I called you my squishy." She retorted as she leant over to kiss his lips. 

"Did you actually quote Finding Nemo Beatrice?" Rami asked. 

"Indeed. A cinematic masterpiece. Fight me." Bea giggled again. 

This caused another round of laughter to go around the table. 

The waitress finally arrived to your table to take everyone's order. You couldn't help the random jealousy that was bubbling up in you as Rami seemed to openly and unashamedly flirt with her.

Once the waitress had everyone's order she disappeared and conversation resumed. 

"So Joe, real quick question about the partnered activities, what if my partner isn't here yet?" his brother asked. 

"If your partner is not available to assist you for any of the activities then we may have you grouped with another couple." Joe advised to the entirety of the dinner party.

 "However, there will be no partner switching unless the activity calls for it." Joe continued as he addressed that last piece to you and Rami. You rolled your eyes in response and highly suspected that Rami was probably doing the same thing. 

You barely heard any of the rest of the conversations because your mind was racing with thoughts of Rami. You had no clue where these thoughts were coming from and you weren't exactly pleased that they were occupying so much space in your brain. You cursed your brain and what you thought were long buried feelings you'd had for Rami. 

You thought no one had noticed you staring at his reflection in the glass that was behind the opposite side of the table from you, until you noticed his eyes catch yours in the reflection. He gave you a smirk and attempted another wink, but boy, can he NOT wink properly. Still, you found it endearing and rather distracting. 

"See something you like Y/N?" Rami suddenly spoke up, a little too loudly. 

His voice broke your silent reverie and you almost jumped out of your skin. Feeling the eyes of everyone at the table back on you; your skin flushed a deep red in response. You were embarrassed for having gotten caught so you did the only thing you could think of in that moment; say something stupid. 

"Awfully presumptuous of you to assume I was checking you out. I'm pretty sure I was staring at Sami's gorgeousness."

Ramis laugh was loud and infectious, Sami however, just cocked a brow and shook his head. . 

"I know I'm gorgeous YN so thank you. I mean him and I are identical so wouldn't it be natural to just assume that I'd be considered as good looking as him?" Sami asks with a small smile and another casual shrug

. 

"Without a doubt Sami, I think you are the better looking of the two of you actually. I mean Rami's smart but he memorizes words for a living, you Sami…  you teach the words." you add, while watching Rami's mock outrage in the glass. 

Rami opened his mouth to speak but closed it promptly once he realized the waitress was headed toward the table. Actually all conversation ceased when the waitress arrived with everyone's food. The sight of her openly flirting with Rami made your stomach start to turn, especially when he was just as flirty back. It made your stomach feel uneasy but you decided to tuck into your overpriced steak with gusto. You rationalize the fact that he's famous so the attention he receives shouldn't be unexpected but you can't figure out where the jealousy was coming from. He doesn't owe you loyalty and you don't him so why the jealousy? 

After dinner, a few people ordered dessert but your uneasy stomach wouldn't allow anything rich to settle. You sat back an observed the occupants of the dinner party. Rami was eating a slice of cheesecake, while Bea was silently enjoying her chocolate cake and simultaneously scowling at Joe who was eating ice cream of all things. 

"Joseph I swear, if you forgot your pills I will be NOT be listening to you complain all night during your self induced suffering on the porcelain throne."

"It's alright baby, I promise, I took them already." he beamed at her. 

You laughed a little too loudly thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed throughout the evening. Moments like these with Joe and Bea were so commonplace and had been happening since they started dating, what seems like a million years ago. 

When the waitress came back to the table she handed everyone their individual bills but lingered near Rami. She smiled at him and tried to make casual conversation with him as he handed her his card. She frowned slightly but took it and walked around the table collecting everyone else's various forms of payment. 

You noticed the slip sitting in front of Rami that was obviously from the waitress, it had a name and number scrawled in neat handwriting on it. The jealousy made your stomach ache and tears threaten to spill.

 You pushed your chair back from the table quickly and took off back towards the elevator bank as fast as you possibly could. You could only pray to God that no one noticed the hot tears of jealousy that started to run down your face. You sure were glad you had decided to forgo makeup tonight but cursed your overly tired drunken brain and body. 

Once you'd made it halfway to the elevators is when you remembered that you left your phone and room key on the table outside. No way in hell were you going back, but you angrily pressed the button to summon the elevator anyway. 

"Well, shit." you muttered out loud. 

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a deep, familiar voice from behind you calling out your name. 

"Y/N WAIT!!!" 

You spun around to find Sami running toward you, holding your phone and key card in his hand. 

"Hey, hun what's wrong?" 

"Nothing other than the fact that I'm drunk, stupid and seriously jealous! ”

"Jealous? Of who? The waitress? If that's the case you don't need to be. Rami usually throws them away or puts them, oh God, he'd kill me for telling you this. But he puts some of them in a scrapbook. Once it's full he puts it away. It's weird, but I promise you, he NEVER calls them."

" Sure. Whatever. It's not like he owes me anything. You don't have to tell me all his secrets. I should have expected it since he is super famous now. I  am also feeling guilty because I've handled the majority of this evening very poorly; no excuse for how much of a bitch I've been to him." You reasoned. 

"He actually wanted to come and apologize to you for goading you all night, but I wouldn't let him. You know my brother better than you think you do, you understand that he's a really good guy. Even as kids though, Y/N, something about you brings out the best and worst in him. For all his intelligence sometimes my brother is a full fledged idiot. His observation skills are excellent unless it's you."

" I remember. I know. Jesus, I just… Ugh. I just.. Fuck Sami, I don't even.." you struggle to find the words you want to say but something about the look on Sami's face tell you that he can understand what you're trying and failing to communicate. 

He just offers you a warm hug and a smile. 

"It's alright YN. Oh, Bea and Joe were also really concerned for you after your abrupt departure, what do you want me to tell everyone?" 

"Thanks Sami, I appreciate this. Just tell them I have a migraine and needed to lie down for a bit. Really Sami, thank you."

"You're very welcome and for the record he actually just burns the scrapbooks once they are full."

You can't help the giggle that comes out of you, because the thought of Rami having scrapbooks full of random phone numbers is hilarious, but the fact that he burns them; it's such a silly thing. 

"Sam, I want to believe you about your brother, I just… Yeah… I just… Yeah… Pretty sure that he doesn't truly care, I don't think he ever did.I mean maybe it's the alcohol talking here but it's stupid to hold on to something for twenty years, isn't it? I don't truly believe he ever gave a shit about me. I have told myself he just wanted to pull a prank and I was obviously the easiest target."

Sami opened his mouth to say something at the exact moment a soft ding rang out and the doors to the elevator opened with a metallic whoosh. You stood slightly off to the side to allow the previous occupants to exit before stepping inside. 

"Goodnight Sami." You smiled weakly at him.

"Goodnight Y/N." 

He opened his mouth to say something, again, but the doors closed with a thud before he could get a word out. 

"He likes you more than you can possibly understand." Sami muttered to himself as he began the walk back towards the dinner party. 

Once the elevator stopped on your floor, you let out a frustrated sigh. For some reason you really wanted to cry. Something about Rami has always drawn you to him, like a moth to a flame, yet also made you despise him at the same time, and you've never understood why.

Once back in your room you threw yourself onto the bed and screamed into one of the pillows. You laid there staring at the ceiling for a while before drifting off to sleep because when you opened your eyes again it was pitch dark outside and in your room. You couldn't get over the overwhelming feelings of frustration, so you got up and headed out to your balcony. Maybe some fresh air would help. 

"Why do I feel cursed?" You pondered out loud, to no one. 

"Ever thought that maybe you are?" Came a familiar deep drawling voice on the balcony next door. 

Your head whipped around to find Rami casually leaning against the railing of his balcony smoking a cigarette looking, quite frankly, like… sex on legs. The dim light of the balcony cast a halo around his curls. You smiled to yourself at how devilishly handsome he looked in that moment. It should be a sin to look so good, his shirt was completely unbuttoned, untucked and the belt missing from his pants. A cigarette hung from his soft lips as he stared at you, half lidded eyes glistening in the moonlight. You wanted to jump across the balcony and beg him to ravish you like some character from a cheesy Harlequin historical romance. For a moment your eyes meet his and he gave another one of his famous smirks that left your knees weak. You caught sight of his beautiful hands holding his cigarette as he took another drag and then slowly exhaled the gray smoke into the night sky. You shake your head and avert your gaze skyward, trying to empty your head of that particular line of thinking. 

"I know I am." He spoke softly.

"Curses are nonsense, superstition and I personally don't believe in them at all."

"Maybe you should start Y/N. In the belief of curses you may find some answers that you may never have believed you were looking for. "

"Why would I do that? And what mystical answers do you think I may possibly be looking for?" 

"Maybe there are forces in play that you don't understand. That hell, most of us don't understand. But don't discount the power of believing and the power of a kind of magic. You ever have that feel like you're drawn to someone but can't understand why?" 

"Now you are talking absolute crazy Rami. Maybe the answer lies in a simple truth. Attraction. Want. Need. I don't know. Maybe it's just the brain tricking you into believing an illusion. Maybe the answer is just lust." you stated before heading back into your room and slamming the balcony door shut a little more forcefully than intended. 

"Oh Y/N, if only you knew. You're my curse as I am yours." Rami quietly uttered before tossing the remainder of his cigarette into the makeshift ashtray on the patio table. 

You threw yourself back down onto your bed with a heavy sigh. You had no idea how Rami could go from being a complete prick to whatever that hell that just was; shaking your head because he actually wasn't being a prick, he was just being Rami. You tried to turn on the TV for whatever late night bullshit would be playing but found nothing satisfactory. You picked up your phone and tried scrolling through your various social media apps but still nothing caught your interest. Your mind was swirling with too many thoughts that were leaving you feeling a number of ways. God, how can that man leave you feeling so irritated and horny at the same time? 

Deciding to give up on trying to distract yourself, you aimed for sleep. With your mind still swirling with visions of Rami looking like a disheveled sex God, along with thoughts of curses, sleep managed to find you all too easily. You gave into the tug willingly as you felt yourself go under its spell. 

Two days since the unexpected happened and here you were about to make love to him for the first time. Two days since you were told the story of his family curse, which isn't really a curse to you, more of a blessing. And two days of being invisibly tied to the man you've known since you had turned eighteen, was the only man you've ever wanted. 

Warm and safe, with your hand still stuck in your soon to be lovers as he gently guides you down onto his bed. Fear, excitement, and lust coursing through your body, you can't wait for what's to come. It had been a long two days of preparing for this exact moment.The moment of complete soul bonding. The moment when both of you would finally be able to physically claim each other as your own, which would release your temporary invisible bindings, but would leave a permanent physical mark as a reminder as well as the permanent markings on your souls.

You look up into those beautiful eyes of his, darkened with lust in the low light of his bedchamber. His olive skin appearing a glowing gold as he positioned himself between your thighs.

"I've never done this before." you murmured, heart pounding with excitement and nervousness. 

"I know Y/N, but I would never intentionally hurt you. You are my soulmate, the one made just for me just as I was for you."

"I love you, I have my whole life even if I never understood it, please just love me now." You begged, as you felt his hard member against your thigh. 

"Always." He moaned out as he slowly pushed into you. 

You cried out at the sudden burning, stretching pain that shot through you, but once he was fully inside of you; his hips stilled waiting for you to get used to the feel of him for the first time. After a few moments the painful feeling passed and feeling brave you bucked your hips against his as you moaned at the sudden pleasure the movement brought. 

"Oh my love you feel so good." he murmured against your neck as he slowly began to move, his damp curls clinging to his forehead.

If you hadn't been unable to use your hands because they were still locked together, you would have clawed at his back urging him to continue moving. 

"Please. Please. Love me." you whined out, your eyes meeting his. 

Your lips crashed together with a passion you've only heard whispers of until now. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist which changed the position of your hips into one allowing him deeper access to all of you. You were panting and moaning with every movement of his hips against yours, and it wasn't long before you felt an unfamiliar feeling beginning to form in your belly. Before you could register what was happening, you were seeing stars as you began screaming out his name. 

"Oh my love. My love. I love you, I love you, I love you." He cried out before you felt his hot seed painting your inner walls. 

It was shortly after that you realized that you were able to pull your hands apart, but you both chose not to. Instead, you chose to stay as you were, all wrapped up in skin. 

"I love you Y/N. I have for years and will always. When our time on this earth ends just know my soul will always find yours in every life after this one."

You smiled against his warm skin as you readjusted your positions in bed, never letting go of each other's hands.

"I love you too. Forever and always."

You awoke with a start, heart pounding and with a dull aching wet feeling between your thighs. Awareness of your surroundings left you feeling confused momentarily as you had just been in some ancient place that you were unfamiliar with. You could still smell the incense, fire, and sweat mingled with the unmistakable scent of sex. Hell, if you were honest you could almost still feel your dream lovers cum between your legs, slicking your thighs and the weight of his body still on top of yours. 

Confusion wracked your brain at the realization that the man who had just made love to you in your dream, you were more than certain was Rami. The thought was a little disconcerting, especially because you've never recalled ever having a wet dream like that before. Everything felt so vivid and real. 

This isn't the first time you've a Rami centric dream, for as long as you could remember, at least once a year you've had vivid dreams where he was the main star. Your Rami dreams only became more intense after your eighteenth birthday. 

Feeling restless you decided to take a shower and afterwards decided to go for a little walk in the gardens of the hotel. Once again you felt like a little fresh air might help you clear your head. 

THE PRESENT

"Rami, seriously what the hell is going on? What do you mean 'I'm stuck with you'?" the tears that had formed moments ago began to fall down your cheeks. 

You look back and forth between the two brothers, neither willing to meet your gaze. 

"Sami why do your brother and I need to talk? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE START GIVING ME SOME INFORMATION NOWWWW!" you yelled through the tears. 

Rami tried to pull you into a hug to offer comfort but you pushed him away. He chuckles again before quietly suggesting that the two of you go into one of your rooms. You nodded slowly in understanding before reaching into your bra with your free hand to remove your card key. 

"Hey you two just remember that if you need some more information mom's room is just down the hall. You could always go talk to her." Sami states. 

"Not now Sam, it's almost two in the morning but if Y/N has further questions we'll go talk to her. I'm pretty sure that I know all the pertinent information. You should try and get more sleep we'll see you in the morning." Rami addressed his brother, before following you into your room. 

As soon as the door slammed shut, you whirled around on Rami aggressively,

" Look, I'm fucking tired and I'm irritated so just tell me why the fuck my hand is stuck in yours!"

"This isn't a quick story Y/N, it is going to take some time to tell, and you may have additional questions. So, you might want to try to get comfortable."

"No! Not until you give me some answers! Fuck, just.. just give me the cliff notes version then..." you demanded with narrowed eyes. 

"Short version Y/N, I'm your soulmate and you are mine. Remember when I told you earlier that I was cursed?" 

You nod for a moment, recalling the details of the conversation that happened a few short hours ago. The confusion must have been evident on your face because Rami reached up to cup your cheek. You pushed him away just as a laughing fit hit you. 

"Insanity. That's what this is, it's insanity. Jesus, I'm losing my fucking mind. If I pinch myself I'll wake up from this-this whatever the hell this is." You laughed out, unable to hold back, the laughter not subsiding until your sides hurt and tears were streaming down your face. 

Once you calmed down from your laughing fit, you looked up at Rami's face and found it looking rather serious. 

"Rami please tell me this is a joke?!" 

"No. This is not a joke. I wanted to tell you about this before we found ourselves in this situation, but, here we are. Y/N, this is in fact very real. You need to listen to me now, because if certain things don't happen within a certain time period, one or both of us may die. This is a curse that has plagued my family for thousands of years."

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[kagetsukai]

Drops of Satina: Day 5 - Tenderness

Raphael Trevelyan belongs to @out-of-the-embers

Words: 2,028 || Read on AO3

Chancellor Roderick was once again prowling the Chantry and clearly looking for another victim to listen to his vitriolic tirades about Lily and her choice to recruit the mages from Redcliffe. Raphael had already had the dubious pleasure of being on the receiving end of one such encounter and did not wish for another. He also didn’t trust himself to not scream at the man at a top volume or punch him in that ratty mouth once he said something unsavory about Lily. Yes, leaving the Chantry was perhaps the best course of action for everybody’s sake.

Hiding behind the large columns and using the shadows on the walls to his advantage, Raphael swiftly moved through the Chantry towards the half-opened door. With one quick glance to locate Roderick - and make sure the man was looking the other direction - he sprinted through the door--

--and right into Hannah.

Raphael didn’t see exactly how they made contact; he only felt a hard bump against the sharp jut of his shoulder as she collided with it. By the time he looked, he saw a stack of papers scatter all over the ground as she roughly stumbled backwards. She slumped against one of the stone outcroppings in the archway, one hand firmly pressed over her nose, and his heart dropped to his stomach.

“Fuck,” he swore out loud.

He was at her side at once, concern overriding any previous animosity. Without thinking, he took her face in his hand and turned her towards him - her eyes were watering and wouldn’t focus.

“Are you hurt?” he asked stupidly.

Still disoriented, Hannah tried glaring at him. It had nowhere near the effect she probably intended, but when she pulled away her hand for a second - showing a small amount of blood trailing from the nostril onto the upper lip - Raphael’s heart stopped.

“What do you think, asshole,” she said, her voice horribly nasal.

Shit! Shitshitshitshit. His life was forfeit now, he was certain of it, but before Hannah regained enough wherewithal to eviscerate him and decorate her room with his bowels, he figured he could at least try to help stop further blood loss.

“Right. Of course. Shit,” he said out loud. “Ummm… I’ve stopped nosebleeds before? Just press on your nostrils to close them up and lean over the ground for a little. Please?”

Hannah watched him warily, her palm over her face, but instead of further criticism or anger she actually did what he asked. Before his mouth got away from him and asked a half-formed question, Raphael decided to focus on the more immediate matters.

“Give me one moment,” he told her and got up. “I need to find some snow or ice.”

It hadn’t been cold enough in some days to form any icicles, but there was plenty of snow just a few paces away, which meant Raphael was able to use his handkerchief to gather a whole handful. Rushing back to Hannah’s side, he sat down next to her, gently moved her back into a sitting position and indicated the bundle of snow.

“Let’s put this on the bridge of your nose, shall we?” he suggested.

She nodded ever so slightly, took the compress from his hands and pressed it to her nose with a low hiss of pain - a sound that cut Raphael with deep guilt. He sat there, at her side, and with nothing else left to do, he wasn’t sure if he should stay or leave her to it. For her part, Hannah was a looking at him, her stare difficult to read with most of her face hidden, so it surprised him when she actually spoke.

“You look like a kicked puppy,” she told him quietly.

He frowned. “Excuse me?”

“You’re sulking,” she explained and rolled her eyes. “Sweet Maker, you look like you’ve murdered me, or something. I’ve had a bloody nose before - I grew up with two younger brothers - and this is nothing in comparison.”

This felt like such laid-back, casual ribbing it threw Raphael for a loop; he had expected scathing words to make him rue the day he was born, not subtle sarcasm.

“I’m not exactly sure what kind of expression you think I should have,” he pointed out. “I injured you and, quite frankly, I still expect to get castrated for it.”

A quiet snort issued from her, followed by a hiss of pain and a whole lot of mumbled curses. Raphael shifted closer, hoping to help, but Hannah only waved him off.

“What gave you that idea?” she asked after a moment, clearly amused.

Raphael made a face. How much inside knowledge should he reveal?

“Knight-Captain Rylen made a comment a few days back,” he said. “Let’s just say it made an impression.”

Hannah’s eyebrows climbed up in surprise.

“Rylen?” she asked. “Now I’m curious what the context was. Either way, rest assured; I am not - and never was - interested in removing your testicles.”

It was Raphael’s turn to chuckle, but before he could say anything else, he got interrupted.

“I just saw him leave the Chantry. He has to listen to me since his cousin won’t!” they heard Roderick’s distinct voice from the inside the Chantry.

Panic flooded his body in a matter of a second and he watched it reflect in Hannah’s widened eyes, but before he could say or do anything, she reached for his forearm and gripped it.

“Hide behind the pillar around the corner. Go!” she hissed at him.

It took him another second to register what she had suggested before he followed her directions. All in all it wasn’t a great place to hide - even if Roderick didn’t notice him right away, if he stepped away from the building and looked back, Raphael would be visible at once - so he wondered, if Hannah had an idea of her own. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long.

“You,” he heard Roderick say. “Have you seen-- what in the blazes happened to your face?”

“Raphael Trevelyan,” he heard Hannah say with familiar disdain. “He knocked me down and kept running, that asshole.”

There was a brief pause and Raphael wondered if Roderick would buy the misdirection.

“Did you see where he went?” Roderick asked.

“No,” Hannah bit back. “I’m not his mother, I don’t keep track of his whereabouts. He does spend a lot of time at the tavern, though. You should try there.”

Raphael heard Roderick humph to himself.

“That coward. He can’t hide from me forever!”

“Then you should catch up with him before he reaches the tavern, Chancellor.”

“You’re right. Thank you and I hope you feel better soon.”

Raphael heard Hannah grunt non-committaly and a sound of footsteps echoed through the yard. He stayed where he was, in case his movement drew any unwanted attention and alerted Roderick to his true whereabouts. He couldn’t see - having hidden on the opposite side - so he kept waiting until it was safe to come out.

“He’s gone,” he heard Hannah say.

He stepped around the massive doorway, glanced about to make sure he couldn’t be seen, and promptly moved to take a seat next to Hannah - she was still sitting with the cold compress on her nose, looking slightly pitiful.

“Thank you,” he told her at once. “I owe you one.”

Hannah gave him a side look and finally lowered the cold bundle in her hand. Her face was a mess of smeared blood and wetness from the snow, and it made him wince - he owed her more than one, he realized.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said and smiled a little. “We can call it even, if you want.”

Raphael stared. “I literally ran into your face and gave you a nosebleed, and you call that even? That doesn’t seem fair. You should at least yell at me, or something.”

“I think I already yelled at you enough,” she said and looked down at the soggy, bloodied handkerchief in her hands.

That’s when everything clicked into place: the way she had been softer than before, why she hadn’t yelled at him for giving her a nosebleed, why she had misdirected Roderick to save Raphael from a really unpleasant interaction - it was all because she felt guilty for the words she had said to him back at the tavern. He humphed.

“I’m not angry about that time, you know?” he said quietly. “It’s fine.”

She lightly shook her head. “No, it’s not fine. I was unfair and you didn’t deserve it. You should not have been on the receiving end of my drunken bitch-fest and I’m sorry about that.”

Words clattered to the tip of his tongue, but none of them felt right, so Raphael just sat there and watched Hannah unload the rest of the semi-melted snow onto the ground; she wrung out the excess water from the cloth and began wiping at her face. She looked like the picture of remorse and he felt like the last dumbass for making her feel this way - albeit accidentally.

“I’m sorry, too” he offered. “I should have found you sooner to clear the air between us.”

Hannah grimaced. “I’m not exactly the most approachable person in the world; I know that.”

She was almost done with cleaning up the mess and Raphael was glad to note that her nose didn’t seem broken - there must have been a blood vessel that had ruptured on impact without causing permanent damage, making it look worse than it was. Still, there was a little bit left under her eye that she hadn’t yet gotten.

“You missed a spot,” he told her. “May I?”

She looked at him, frowned for a moment, then handed him the cloth.

“Sure.”

Raphael reached for her cheek to keep her face stable, brought the wet handkerchief to her skin and -- realized how close he was to Hannah. Yes, he was cleaning her up - gently dabbing at the spot where a tiny smear of blood quickly vanished under his ministrations - but their proximity made him heat up beyond what should be normal. Looking into her eyes turned out to be a mistake too, because he found himself falling into dark depths of her irises, mysterious and endless like the ocean during nighttime. Quick movement of her tongue against her lips made him look lower where her mouth beckoned for a sample.

“Hannah…” he started

“Hannah and Raffy, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!!”

Before he even properly registered Sera’s voice, Raphael launched himself away from Hannah so fast and hard he actually backed himself into the stone archway. A quick, disoriented glance around showed him the elven girl hiding behind the opposite side of the doorway.

“Make sure to squeeze her peach!” she called out and ran away, cackling.

“That was rude and uncalled for!” he yelled after her, but Sera had already left..

Whatever moment he had with Hannah was gone now and he could tell his face was burning enough to set half of the world on fire. He didn’t dare glance at Hannah in case she could tell just how dumb he felt about the whole situation. Instead, he remembered her papers still strewn about and got up to collect them.

“Here you go,” he said as he handed her everything in a neat bunch; he still refused to make eye contact. “Again, I’m sorry for causing you so much grief.”

“It’s fine. Thank you,” she replied quietly.

“I hope you have a much better day now,” he said, turned, and stiffly walked away.

Raphael felt like the worst coward in the world for leaving Hannah alone, but he didn’t think she needed his presence anymore. He had almost kissed her, for fuck’s sake! The first opportunity he got to prove to her that he wasn’t a skirt-chaser, he did exactly the opposite of what he should have done. He would have to do better in the future, but for now he needed to find a snow drift in which he could stick his face and cool his horrendous blushing.

[softstraykidsimagines]

English Lessons

Summary: Hyunjin falls in love with someone who’s moved to Korea to teach English.

Requested: yes 

Pairing: Hyunjin x reader 

Genre: just plain FLUFF 

Word count: 2,112k

A/N: This turned out WAYYYYY longer than I expected it to be phew! But it was still a blast to write! 

Also, I know the name of the posts sucks but I couldn’t think of anything good -.-

You had just moved to Korea to teach English to those who wanted to speak more fluently. It was a great job opportunity and you wanted to learn about the culture that the country possessed as well.

Your parents didn’t fully understand why you wanted to go to Korea to teach English. Why not go to a country that was closer? But they accepted your decision and within a few months of getting you qualifications, you were unboxing your stuff in a cute cozy apartment.

It wasn’t much. You might be able to pay for a slightly bigger one once you start getting a decent income, but for now this space was purely for eating and sleeping in.

Which meant that you spent very little time there, and a lot more working.

Even if it was at a cafe, trying to find new ways to help people to learn quicker in lessons, you spent a lot of time out and about, carrying most of your work in your laptop.

One day, you were calmly typing away on a bench in a peaceful park, enjoying the soft sunlight.

Then you heard something. Something different.

Something you couldn’t hear on a regular bases.

Live music.

You hadn’t gone to any concerts recently, the the wonderful tune of notes in the air drew you naturally to a rather large gathering of people.

You managed to watch through the heads of the people in front of you.

And what you saw was magical.

Nine boys, all relatively young, were singing, rapping and dancing for the crowd.

You felt very impressed by the skill of what they could pull off. Their dancing was neat and precise, their rapping had emotion, and their singing was perfect. It was mesmerizing. 

And then, someone caught your eye when a new song came on.

The one who seemed to be the leader announced that the next song was called Grow Up. It had a pleasant tune: soft, kind, reassuring. You were immediately interested.

The boy who had first caught your attention started rapping. But it wasn’t aggressive. No, it was a comfort, it was a gentle speech that brought warmth to your heart.

“It’s okay to fall over for a little. I’ll catch you, are you so worried? No no no. It’s only the start. It’s ok, it’s always like this at first. It’s normal like this, even adults when they were our age. We make mistakes and grow up with them. There are still many firsts for us. It’s okay, we can just grow from our experiences, don’t cry”

Did he just look at you when he finished? You must have been imagining it. But you had felt it, that electric shock when someone stares you in the eye. 

What had you seen in his eyes when he had rapped his part? Anger? No. Sadness? Yes, melancholy. A silent suffering and a cry that not even his comrades could pick up. What had made him feel like that, to rap that part almost in tears? You weren’t sure. But you soon realized he had looked at you, saying ‘Don’t cry’ because that’s exactly what you were doing.

You wiped the tears away as quickly as possible. You never cried in public. Much less unconsciously. But there was something in that song, in the boy’s voice that hit you in the heart, and if someone had punched you there.

You decided to leave. You didn’t know what had happened during that song, but you didn’t want it to happen again.

You went back to your bench and opened your laptop again. What had I been doing before that music? Before that boy...? You shook your head violently. Get it together. You started typing again, slowly, your mind wandering as soon as you stopped concentrating even a little bit. He was so different... You finally stopped trying to write with a huff. That boy was becoming a nagging thought in your head and it was beginning to piss you off.

You decided to stop trying to work and just relax. Clear your head, maybe get a coffee later, and it’ll be as if nothing happened.

You sat for a while, just staring at the blue sky, listening to the birds, the breeze and distant traffic. The music had stopped, which disappointed you. You wanted to hear more, hear the boy again—

“Excuse me?” You look up in shock. Your mind had drifted so much that you didn’t even realize that someone had come up to talk to you. And when you saw who it was, you heart did a backflip.

It was him. Standing right in front of you.

He was taller than you first thought.

He had his hair parted to the side, held with hairspray. It suits him. He must be a professional performer. He was wearing relatively casual clothes, but somehow they looked completely original on him. You noticed a small mole just under his left eye, which was shining with kindness.

You were flustered to say the least.

His eyes suddenly went wide.

“Are you.... ummm....  not from here?” He asked in English. His accent was actually quite good, it surprised you. “I can speak a little English if you want”

You finally startle out of your daze. “Oh! No, no I can speak Korean, sorry. I teach English here” you smile kindly at him.

What was he doing talking to you? He must have better things to do than speak with someone who watched him perform. You were stumped. Then the boy switched back to Korean.

“Phew. I’m not good at English, I can only speak a few words” he chuckled. “Our leader, Channie Hyung usually tries to teach us, but he’s no professional.” He looked at you intently. “Maybe... you could teach us? If you’re willing to of course!” You noticed his ears were turning pink. Cute.

“That sounds like fun”, you answer. You weren’t about to turn down another job offer; the more the merrier! “Pass me your phone and I’ll give you my number”. He fished in his pocket and gave you his mobile phone. You quickly typed your number in and gave it back to him.

“Thank you!” He says, beaming.  You couldn’t help but be intrigued by this kid. He seemed to go out of his way just to talk to you.

“OH I’m Hyunjin, by the way” he realized that he’s not even introduced himself.

“I’m y/n”, you giggled.

“YO! Prince!!” came the yell of a shorter boy from the group. “We need to scurry, or were gonna miss the meeting with JYP!”

“Coming!” He yelled back. “It was nice meeting you, y/n and I hope I see you again soon! Bye!” He sprints off with his companions, trying to fight one of them off as they tackled him in a hug.

What is with that kid? You ask yourself. Hyunjin.... pretty name...

You didn’t see Hyunjin for a while after your first encounter. You were working and he was working harder.

But you two started texting.

H: How do you say ‘You’re an absolute idiot and you should move out’ in English?

You: WHY TF WOULD I ANSWER THAT 0.o

H: I want to say it to Channie Hyung and scare him shitless

You: ugh ok fine

H: thank you y/nnnnnn :))))

H: if you want I’ll film his reaction 

You: yes pls you owe me ^-^

And you both started getting closer before even meeting up.

Until one day:

H: HEY Y/N

You: hey! Why so energetic? 

H: I have the day off and I was hoping you could give me a quick English lesson at the last minute???

You: Couldn’t you have warned me earlier??? >:(

H: I didn’t know until today, sorry :(

H: it’s ok if you can’t

You: no I can -.- how about we meet at the cafeteria around the corner of the JYP building?

H: COOL ILL C U THERE IN AN HOUR

Why in Hell would Hyunjin want to have an English lesson on the one day he can have a break?? You were no closer to figuring this boy out than you were the first day you met.

You finally arrived at the cafe and saw Hyunjin waiting for you at the corner table. You quickly ordered your drink and walked over.

“So! Long time no see!” You say, trying not to show that you were feeling nervous. “Thanks for the video of Chan, by the way. You were right, saying that scared him shitless”

“I knew you’d laugh” he smiled brightly.

“How’s idol-life going?”

“Tiring but amazing. We’re all working hard and it’s paying off”

“I’m glad. So why did you want to have an English lesson on the only day you have a break from all that?” You were dying to know. Your curiosity was at its highest.

Hyunjin shuffled a bit in his seat. “Actually, I just wanted to hang out with you” he shuts his eyes tightly before continuing. “We’re so busy right now, I haven’t had the chance to see you, so I was hoping today we could hang out?” He kept his eyes shut, waiting for your answer.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his attitude. “You didn’t have to ask for a lesson, dummy,” you said. “I’d love you spend the day with you.”

His face lit up with happiness. “Brilliant! Then finish your drink as quickly as possible and let’s get going!!”

The day you spent together was amazing. You went to a fair that was close by and competed in every booth. You shared food, laughed and had the time of your lives together.

It saddened you to end it.

“Can we meet up again?” Hyunjin asked hopefully.

“Of course we can,” you chuckle. Don’t hesitate to call me” and you say your farewells, and part ways.

But before you were out of earshot, you heard an excited yell.

“Hyung!! Hyung oh my god they told me to call them!!! The day was amazing!!!! We had so much fun!! I can’t wait to tell you everything!” And he ran in the direction of the dorms.

All you could do was stand there a moment, a little shell shocked.

You weren’t stupid. That wasn’t a normal reaction after hanging out with someone for the day, when you were ‘just friends’

Your heart started beating faster as you started picking up the pace to go home. He likes me too! He likes me too!! Was all you could think as you basically sprinted to your apartment.

You didn’t see each other again for a long time. In fact, you were barely in contact at all. You started texting less, he was working more, and you started loosing the hope you once had.

That was until you got an urgent message from him.

H: Y/N HELP WE ARE GOING TO THE USA IN A WEEK AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO SPEAK ENGLISH PROPERLY CAN YOU PLEASE COME OVER TO THE DORMS

You: That’s out of the blue, mate. But lucky for you I’m free today. I’ll be over in 10 :)

H: THANK YOU SO MUCH

You finally got to the dorms, and knocked to get in.

When you entered, the first thing you saw was Hyunjin. He was standing in the middle of the room, fiddling with the hem of his shirt and he seemed to snap out of a daydream when he saw you.

“Hey, are you ok?” You ask gently.

“Umm.... I’m..... I’m......” he finally gulped. “I wanted to tell you, y/n, that.... we aren’t going to America. I asked you to come because I wanted to tell you that.... that I..... I like you. And I’ve liked you since I saw you cry while watching me perform. I like everything about you, from how you add cute faces to your texts to how you laugh when your having fun to how much you care about your work. And I want to be more than friends!” He shuts his eyes, a very tense squint, as he waited for your answer.

“You’re cute when you do that” you say, giggling.

He looked at you appalled. “Do what?”

“That little squinty thing! It’s so cute”

He goes all red. “I’m not cute” he mumbles.

“Yes you are, and I really like that about you”, you counter. You continue softly “I really like you too, Hyunjin. And I’d love to hang out more with you. Just, next time, don’t tell me it’s for a lesson, just say you want to hang out”

He smiles like a child, and shuffled over to you to hug you.

“Thank you” he whispers.

[BONUS]

H: Y/NNNNNNN

You: yeessssssssss???? :))))

H: we’re in need of an english lesson! Do you mind coming over?

You: is it really for a lesson? *~*

H: ...

You: Jinnie.... -.-

H: please just come hang out with us!