#and how he is SO bothered and furious and livid over the exact things that he later admires envies and loves abt her

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ok right, let's think about this from diego's perspective for a moment

lets start at the baseline that ur the spoiled son of one of the most powerful man in the contry, the ✨hottest prettiest most popular coolest boy in ur whooole rich kid elite school✨, and you just started dating this rly hot girl

except u also went out on a date w some older girls on the side and got drunk and totalled a car and ended up in the hospital and now u have to do community service and ur powerful dad is manipulative and crazy and overbearing and u dont know how stand up to him and ur home life is a disaster and ur actually really unhappy with your lifestyle and you very likely have a precocious alcoholism problem and you feel u have to hide the things youre most passionate abt - like music - , repress who you might actually want to be and bow down to your father's pressures. but its fiiiiine as long as you dont think abt it too much, right?

right, anyway! the girl ur dating complains abt this annoying new girl in you ~elite~ school, the daughter of a famous singer. apparently shes weird, and mean, and combative, so tacky and rude and unfiltered and disruptive. this new girl heard some mildly incriminating things you and your girlfriend talked abt, and now shes worried. your attitude is, of course, to go up to the new girl and threaten her for no real reason

and she is, well. much like described: strong-minded, agressive, irreverent, no filter. says and does whatever she wants. talks back to you and then some. you grab her and shes like. who tf are you. no i cant get u my moms autrograph. you threaten her right out and shes just, im sorry, are u chapolin colorado?? i think u forgot ur antennas sweetie

(sorry just. her dialogue >>>)

(she also lights up a sinalizer inside as bus beside u bc of it, but you never find that out)

ok,. you go on to your little rich kid school club. you get attacked and stabbed on the way to ur secret community service - yknow, over the drunk driving, - and a little child has to live on the street bc ur dad arranges that his brother is wrongfully arrested over it. youre not happy abt it, necessarily, but also youre not the type of person who would do anything to stop it, especially against your dad

your dad humiliates you and tears you a new one and you're all very frustrated w life. but you bow your head to him and move on, as always, because what else can you do?

you get drunk, again, and ends up kissing your girlfriends' best friend

the next day you stumble upon that girl in the hallway, and provoke her - like before, she claps back immediately. didn't she realize already this is your place, and the rest of your friends', and not for people like her??

heres the answer: she starts fighting your friend for calling her mother a slut (in not so many words) and you get in the way - and she reads you and your dad for filth. then, she gets her finger right at the center of the wound - she'd much rather have her people and her mother's artist crowd and revealing clothes and ""lack of class""" over having a corrupt father who'd sent someone to jail for a crime they didnt commit.

see, she is the type of person who wouldn't let something like that happen without consequence .

you dont really have much to say to that, or much to do really, except. seethe

you say to your friends, the best thing to do is to ignore her!

and then, well, you dont

by the way, you are the ✨prettiest, hottest, most popular boy in school✨ and this girl, as established, is inconvenient, weird, shameless, uncontrollable, she has no class or respect for you or your friends, her makeup is too dark, her hair is strange, her humor is cutting, her bad temper is obvious. you, well, you can have aaaany girl you want - so you're definitely not and would NEVER be attracted to her at all!

anyway, a gossip rag comes up and talks abt you kissing yours girls best friend. even though it makes absolutely no sense for this new girl to be the one to do it - she doesnt even know you all, and really doesn't seem like the kind to say something behind the back rather than in your face- and even though you've talked a grand total of two (2) times (and "talked" here is being generous), you're suddenly Convinced , it Has to be her. bc....... her mom is a famous singer. so. irrefutable proof. right there.

that, ofc, justifies you throwing her overboard into a lake, even though she doesnt know how to swim. all your friends think you exaggerated, after all you couldve really hurt her, maybe even killed her - you shrug and laugh it off.

"roberta is very rough" you say. SOMEONE has to show her whos boss, someone has to show her who REALLY has the power here, you tell them. obviously that someone has to be you

could it be possible that you're trying to feel powerful after your recent fuck ups and your dads latest humiliation? is it possible you overdid it bc this girl pushes aaaaall your buttons ? that it irritates you that she's so strong-minded and defiant and you're not?🤔naah don't worry about it

so, she finds out you couldve KILLED her. and then she throws ur 15k guitar into the water as retaliation . as one does. and you are LIVID. it is a 15k guitar, and also the one thing you really actually love - music

as the very not-unhinged person you are, you threaten to drown her, (again). she says she isnt scared of you, and you insist that she is. you tell her you have A LOT of power (do you?) and if she "continues with the gossip rags", which she denies writing, you will certainly "put her in her place"

she clearly has no framework for what she should or shouldnt do, or who she should or shouldnt mess with. but that should show her

so she's actually pretty freaked out. and leaves. you don't see her for three weeks

do you take this is as a win?

nope! you, the ✨ hottest, prettiest most popularest boy in school✨ apparently did not have much better things to do these 3 weeks than obsess over her, bc the first thing you do upon coming back is going out to find her, threaten her (you have to cuddle her to do that, for some reason) and put in place a questionable plot to try to get her expelled

see, you tell her, you always get what you want (do you?) and the thing you want THE MOST is for her to leave the school

why do you care SO much abt expelling her? you've talked what, 3 times. you've certainly had worst, more violent altercations with other people in this meantime. you don't know that she would mess with you again. if you're SO powerful and able to show her who's boss, why worry so much about making her , in particular, leave? weeell, don't worry about it

you're so happy about this plan and managing to screw her over, that you get drunk again! in celebration, you toast to the girl who made you the happiest lately - roberta pardo! . you kiss a pillow as if its her. when your actual girlfriend hears you, she thinks it means youre cheating on her - and who can blame her?

and then! the plan fails. bc ur a villain and the power of friendship defeats you!

also, she's extremely clever. you'll realize in the near future, its rare that you manage to outsmart her - and the times you do, you usually regret . but let's not get ahead of ourselves

you're furious. you vow shes "going to pay" ;.

pay for what? she hasnt actually done anything, other than respond to your attacks - all of the times you've met, she's always been answering your own agressiveness, standing her ground instead of bowing her head.

you have so far: threatened her on sight, insulted her family, thrown her in a lake, accused her without evidence, threatened to drown her, and tried to frame her for theft and get her expelled. she has... insulted you back, thrown your guitar on a lake after you threw her, and outsmarted you, defending herself against your accusations

now, not only did she escape your little plot, meaning she will stay in school, where you'll see her everyday, she doesn't even have the decency to be intimidated anymore! now she has the audacity of saying she's not scared of you, that you're the one who is going to pay, and this has just begun.

you hear all of that very closely, by the way, because you're pushing her against a wall

youre even more ... furious and dedicated to ~~bringing her down

you've known her for what ammounts to one (1) week.

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NEVER WAS THERE A TALE OF MORE WOE, THAN THAT OF OUR JEANNE AND FANGDADDIO 😭😭😭

But alas, I will relay what I read back in the day to the best of my abilities! Spoilers for the end of Jeanne’s route under the cut, rated E (for everyone) for maximum uwus (and M for angst bc F U C K):

Okay so basically Jeanne’s route goes a lot like most of the routes, and when MC gets attacked (by the rival vampire turned by Vlad) our eyepatched wonder is not happy about it. He storms over to Comte’s room and demands to have his questions answered. Comte notes how deathly serious he is and breezes past the enmity, telling him to go ahead and ask whatever he needs to. Jeanne threatens to kill Comte if it turns out that he’s lying about anything from this point forward. To which Comte (being a little shit), replies that he literally can’t die so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Jeanne tells him he doesn’t care what it takes; he’ll rend him apart to the tiniest shred over and over and over again--even if it takes them both to the other side to accomplish it. Comte concedes and says “very well; if I lie, you’re welcome to try.” Jeanne finally asks if Comte has made a revival pact with anyone new. Comte is genuinely confused and confesses that he hasn’t--that he has no idea who Jeanne is talking about. “What ‘comrade in arms’???” Jeanne seems to sense that Comte is responding in earnest (but is also confused bc like, then who the fuck else turned the guy??? WHO IS THE THREAT I MUST STAB)

Jeanne admits that MC was attacked and you can feel the change in gravity in milliseconds. Comte starts asking where she is and if she’s okay, and Jeanne explains that she’s still in the mansion and she’s fine. Jeanne then asks if Shakespeare has the ability to turn people like he does, and Comte is bewildered to put it mildly. He’s like ??????? Where is this coming from, of course he doesn’t???? I turned him myself, he’s a lesser vampire--he doesn’t have that ability???? In a moment of sheer livid impatience, Jeanne grabs Comte by the lapels and screams “Then who can!?!?!?!” Comte stares at him and admits that there are only two people that he is aware of who can accomplish such a thing, himself and someone else. They hear a loud crash and they run to the dining room, only to find a window smashed, Mozart wounded, and MC gone. Comte’s furious sprite appears, and he asks Jeanne to look after MC, he has something to take care of. Isaac asks him where on earth he’s going, and he reveals that he’s going to Will’s house before storming out.

Poor Shakespeare faces the brunt of Comte’s rage--though I get the feeling, knowing now that Shakespeare is Vlad’s puppet--that the threat was meant more for Vlad than for Shakey boy. Comte goes to Shakey’s place and Shakespeare offers to put on tea or wine, says it’s strange for him to appear so late. Comte tells him not to bother, since he isn’t here to exchange pleasantries. Shakespeare seems p shocked given Comte isn’t usually one to be so direct or terse, and when Comte walks in he backs Shakespeare into the wall step. By step. By step. He asks him if he was involved in the harm done to MC, and Shakespeare’s like “Yeah lol what’s it to you.” And when their shoes are nearly touching, Comte grabs him by the throat and lifts him off the ground. He tells Shakespeare that if this goes on, he won’t show any mercy: "To those that would harm a single member of my house, I will hunt them to the ends of the earth. To the very depths of hell." The narration notes that he lets go of whatever dampens his pureblood aura and nearly suffocates Shakespeare with his raw intensity and power, before putting him down again and saying “That’s all I have to say. I have no more questions for you.” Comte walks right back out, slamming the door while Shakespeare is on the floor coughing. 

So, needless to say, things are hella rocky between Comte and Jeanne throughout the better part of the route. But given the odd dichotomy of Comte’s reactions (his complete acceptance of Jeanne’s fury versus his own anger being directed at Vlad), it definitely felt like there was more there. Everything finally comes full circle at the end when Comte gathers everyone inside the dining room to explain precisely what happened (Vlad, etc. I’m assuming) and asks everyone to take proper precautions moving forward: "I'll take steps to make sure this never happens again. But if we are faced with a similar situation, know that I am prepared to protect you all with every fiber of my being." He deems secrecy a moot point given this incident, and just wants everyone to be safe and ask for help should they need it in the future. 

MC notes that he doesn’t have his usual placid demeanor; he’s incredibly serious and grave. She’s like “Oh boy some serious shit went down huh...but if anything, I feel like it’s only made us have more faith in his ability to protect us c:” AND HERE IS WHERE THE BIG HURT HAPPENS KIDS GET YOUR TISSUES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Jeanne: "...Alright. I will trust in your words. But can I ask just one thing?” Comte: “Yes, Jeanne?” Jeanne: "You know I always hated you, I truly believed you revived me against my will for a long time." Comte just sorta deflates, but he doesn’t say anything (MY POOR BABIE) Jeanne: "But, is that really the case? Did I want to live on, away from that pyre...?" [There was a long silence.] Comte: “...That day, when I appeared, you screamed desperately 'Why must I die here. Whether it be God or the devil, someone make use of me!'” Important note: Jeanne tells MC that he is able to recall thinking that, but he has no acute recollection of saying it; this is the moment at which he lost consciousness. MC: [;-; No matter how hard he tried to stifle it, it (his deep wish to live) came out all the same...] I wasn’t able to transcribe it, but Comte essentially tells him that he tried to ask Jeanne, but he was already barely hanging on--there was no way he could get a proper answer. (This is highly plausible given we know that Jeanne was incarcerated by the Inquisition, tortured, and starved before he was tied to that pyre--it was a miracle he lasted that long. He didn’t even have the strength to move/struggle from where he was tied). Comte goes on to say that Jeanne was pissed to shit when he woke up and there was little he could do to alleviate that (I mean given he was waiting for the sweet release of death it makes sense but also N O ;-;). For a while Jeanne just stares at him before asking: Jeanne: “...Why? Why didn’t you tell me after all this time?” Comte: "Because I thought it was okay if you berated me a little." Jeanne (vine voice: AMERICA EXPLAIN): ?????????? Comte: "Despite being alive...you looked dead to the world ever since the day we met. No matter how hard I tried or whatever I did, I couldn't seem to change that. But...the only emotion I seemed to be able to draw out of you was hate. If hatred was the only thing that could move you, I figured I'd take on that role. Better to see you express something than to see you lifeless beyond any glimmer of hope or change." Jeanne: "Why....why would you go that far?? Why did you bother? I don't...understand" BECAUSE HE HAS SO MUCH LOVE TO GIVE AND HE LOVES YOU I’M SOBBING ALL OVER AGAIN OKAY DEEP BREATHS THE SHOW MUST GO ON MINNIE Comte: "Because I'm the one that revived you...because to me, you're all my precious family." Jeanne: "...............................................................I...I'm sorry" AND JEANNE HANGS HIS HEAD WAAAAAAAAAAAH Comte’s brows rise: “...Jeanne?” Jeanne: "I know an apology doesn't forgive everything I did/said. But I don't know how else to make amends"

It goes on to show them all making amends, and while Jeanne can sometimes be like “ughghhghgh d a d stop nagging I’m fINE” he secretly really loves the guy. In Jeanne’s third bday story he’s literally like [Comte’s a weirdo but I see now that that's just how he cares abt me. He's not just worldly, he's a good guy. c: I just don’t care abt whatever he’s going on abt rn]

So like full disclosure before Jeanne’s route I still loved Comte but I really didn’t know much about him beyond the “eccentric nobleman persona.” Granted we definitely get glimpses into who he really is, but this was a sizeable breakthrough. (And probably a strong allusion to the release of Comte’s MS soon after.) That being said, there were so many things said here that just absolutely shattered my heart. 

Because here’s the thing. I have no qualms with Comte’s wish to be a dad--or even to revive the men, for that matter. If it makes him happy and he intends to take care of them reasonably well, then who am I to criticize him? (Fun fact: Leonardo essentially says the same exact thing; he’s more against it than I am because of the whole turning humans, but he doesn’t necessarily vilify Comte because he knows his intentions are good. And if everyone’s happy with it, what can he say?) But the fact that Comte handles their issues with so much patience and maturity...I’m in love???? There is sincerely nothing sexier than this for me. He’s fully aware that Jeanne was treated like absolute shit by the people he tried to protect, that he never really got to live for himself a single day in his life--never knew a moment’s peace, joy, or appreciation. He tries everything he can think of to get Jeanne to maybe not hate being alive as much, but fails at every turn. He still refuses to give up on the guy despite the less than ideal state of things, and decides that if Jeanne needs an enemy to survive--he will be that enemy. He doesn’t care that the guy he’s trying to help would skewer him the second he had his back turned (Jeanne pls this was a new suit couldn’t this wait). He takes full responsibility for deciding to turn him; knows that since he erred on the side of caution, it’s up to him to offer a life that’s worth keeping/staying alive for. He doesn’t belittle Jeanne’s plight for a moment, never deems him stupid or shortsighted. He’s able to understand that in the wake of so much pain and loss, of course Jeanne might not notice the finer points of Comte’s attempts to cheer him up. Even if it pains him to be on negative terms (HE LOVES HIS BOY HE DOESN’T WANT TO FIGHT) he will fully accept it if it brings Jeanne peace, if it helps Jeanne get to a place where he can begin to accept the affection he wants to offer.

And THAT’S what kills me, kids. Four hundred years, and Comte fucking LEARNED something. He is perceptive to uncanny degrees, and never fails to read a room in milliseconds; not only does he pick up on how people feel, he responds with appropriate, gentle measures. What I love so much about Comte is that he knows full well that genius does not come without its price. You could be the smartest person on earth, the most talented, whatever you choose to call it, but it will invite no shortage of hatred from other people, no shortage of misunderstanding and disdain and violence. If people don’t go mad with power, they are destroyed by the very places that birthed them. As such, the last thing he wants to do is put them under more pressure, or force them to do things against their will; he just wants to give them a chance to live beyond such fickle and hostile circumstances. And he takes this seriously, this isn’t remotely a whim for him despite all evidence to the contrary. He gets that healing takes time, and as much as he wants everyone to be happy he’s more than willing to give them space/resources to figure it out. Like. He is the father everybody DREAMS they had (if they didn’t already have a good one) and the fact that I can’t tell him what a wonderful job he’s doing is killing me on all levels INCLUDING physical.

And I just?????? Jeanne’s palpable remorse when he finds out????? And Comte’s surprise???????? Like Comte wasn’t necessarily expecting that level of apology, he knew he was taking a gamble and he was ready to do whatever he had to, he wasn’t intending to hold it against his boy. But Jeanne just has such a tender and well-meaning heart (no matter how much he struggles to express it) that regret was inevitable. There’s just so much love in that moment, in Comte’s capacity to forgive and take on so much of poor Jeanne’s unhappiness, and Jeanne’s fully ability to admit he was misguided, lower his head, and apologize. THEY JUST GET ME BLUBBERING LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD OKAY THEY ARE BOTH SO IMPORTANT TO ME AND I HURT

Tl;dr: JEANNE’S ROUTE SHOT ME FORTY-SEVEN TIMES IN THE CHEST AND LEFT ME PINING FOR COMTE MORE THAN EVER BEFORE OTL

Also a bonus, because it only just occurred to me (spoilers from the end of Comte’s route):

THEY HAVE A LEGIT REVERSAL AT THE END OF COMTE’S ROUTE???? Comte once again gathers everyone to reveal Vlad’s identity and intentions, and he apologizes for keeping it from everyone, lowering his head. He’s more than ready to face everyone’s ire for keeping secrets, but everyone’s just like “dad pls lift your head it’s okay, we’re just glad we can help you now--you don’t have to carry it all on your own.” AND IT IS IN FACT, JEANNE, THAT ALSO SAYS “No need to bow like that Comte, aren't you the one always saying we're family?" AND WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS IN A PUDDLE OF TEARS?????? I WILL NEVER BE OKAY. POOR COMTE WAS SO MOVED AND MY HEART CAN’T TAKE HAVING THIS KNOWLEDGE WHERE’S MY HANKIE. JEANNE. BEING THE ONE. TO SAY. “Aren’t we family?” WHEN HEARING HOW HARD COMTE WAS WORKING TO PROTECT THEM, BC HE 100% IDENTIFIES WITH THE STRUGGLE OF LOOKING AFTER PEOPLE THAT DON’T KNOW/CARE THAT SOMEBODY ELSE IS THE SACRIFICE FOR THEIR PEACE OF MIND. I--

WHAT IS IT THAT JEANNE AND COMTE SHARE TO THE CORE, SO MUCH THAT JEANNE WOULD NEED NO OTHER EXPLANATION TO CHANGE HIS MIND AFTER YEARS OF BITTER DISDAIN???????? THEIR CAPACITY FOR DEVOTION, THEIR EASY WILLINGNESS TO SACRIFICE ANYTHING TO PROTECT A LIFE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS EPIPHANY IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME

I’m crying rn I just: Comte: !!!!!!! Somebody who gets it!!! :DDD Jeanne: die. Comte:  Comte: ;-; understandable have a nice day

[kingyeoms]

sleeping in his shirt

pairing: lee seokmin x reader (f) genre: mostly fluff, some angst, smut towards the end!! warnings: swearing, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, creampie summary: when things get rough with your boyfriend, you can always count on your best friend to be there for you. but falling in love with him? that’s something you never would’ve expected. word count: 3,597 a/n: my first long-ish fic? this was definitely something out of my comfort zone, but i finally did it! feedback is v much appreciated, my writing still has a ton of work but i hope it was still fun to read! also the end is cheesy but i’m a sucker for cheese and seokmin so :) ♡ best read on desktop, use mobile browser if you can’t read under the cut ♡

“changkyun, i’m getting sleepy.. can we please go to bed now? you’ve been playing overwatch for the past three hours,” you pouted, sprawled on the bed. you came over to your boyfriend’s dorm to spend quality time with him, but instead you had gone through every single app on your phone. you were so bored, you were literally looking at cafe menus to pass the time. “i’m sure jooheon doesn’t want me on his bed anymore, either.”

“he won’t be back until later, and i’m sure he won’t mind you being on his bed. one more game, i promise babe.” he brushed you off as you sighed, getting up from the bed.

“i’m gonna go home, just text me before you go to bed.” you muttered under your breath, not even bothering to make your presence known at this point. changkyun, too busy staring at the screen in front of him, didn’t even notice you leave.

“seokmin are you awake? i’m outside, can i come up?” the glow of your phone illuminating your face as you sat in your car, in an empty parking lot across from seventeen’s dorm. you were in the area anyways, and it wasn’t uncommon for you to stop by your best friend’s place before going back to your own apartment. “y/n? you’re still awake? yeah, it’s late though, so i’ll meet you downstairs.”

you breathed a sigh of relief, entering the building to meet a familiar looking sight, grinning slightly in seokmin’s bare face, messy hair, and striped pajama pants. “what’s up?”

“changkyun’s playing overwatch again,” you muttered under your breath, waiting for the elevator to reach the sixth floor. you had known seokmin since birth, the two of you practically being attached at the hip since day one, so it was only natural for you to find comfort in him. in fact, it was actually one of seok’s group members, soonyoung who introduced you to jooheon, who then introduced you to changkyun. to be honest, the thought of you possibly replacing him was absolutely irritating to him, so when you started dating changkyun, it was safe to say that seok wasn’t the happiest camper.

“ignoring you again?” seokmin laughed, as he unlocked the door to his room.“joshua’s sleeping upstairs tonight, so you can sleep in here if you don’t want to go home. i’ll tell him i’m sleeping in his room.” you sat on the edge of his bed as he tossed you one of his shirts, your favorite one to be exact. what you didn’t know, is that seok refused to let any of the other members borrow that shirt, knowing that it was the one you liked to wear to bed.

“i appreciate it, but why is josh sleeping upstairs? also, you know the drill. no peeking.” seok laughed, turning his back to face the door as you quickly changed into your makeshift pajamas, his scent hugging your body.

“i think chan wanted to watch a horror film with him, but they both got scared and he didn’t want to come back downstairs by himself.” he grinned, sitting beside you on the bed as you crawled into the warmth of his blankets. “now tell me, why are you dating changkyun again when all he does is ignore you?”

to be honest, you weren’t so sure why you were dating changkyun. at first everything was fine, he was a great boyfriend, but as time passed you were always put on the back burner. “i’m eating with hyungwon tonight, don’t wait for me.” “i’m seeing a movie with minhyuk and jooheon, go to bed without me.” of course, you knew that his members were important to him. you knew this, but why was it so hard for him to make time for you too? when seokmin became a trainee, you had to learn how to accept the fact that you weren’t the most important person in his life anymore. however, it wasn’t hard for seok to integrate you into his new life, since the rest of the boys treated you like family. you would always stop by the dorm after classes, spending the rest of your days watching seokmin practice or helping him write new lyrics. but once you started dating changkyun, things changed and you stopped visiting as often.

“i wish i could tell you.” you yawned, your eyes struggling to stay open. you weren’t sure what was going on in your relationship, but you were just happy to have seokmin, who stuck by your side through all the ups and downs.

seok caressed your cheek, his insides swelling with frustration. it made him absolutely livid to see you like this, knowing that his best friend was dating such a piece of shit. “you’ll always have me, y/n. no matter what.” he murmured, kissing the top of your head before leaving you alone. you felt your ears and cheeks heat up, a warm, fuzzy feeling filling your body as you drifted off to sleep.

you spent the next couple of days hanging around seventeen’s dorm. changkyun hadn’t bothered to text you at all, and to be honest? you sort of forgot he existed. the boys were more than happy to have you around again, knowing that seokmin was always happier than usual when you were in his presence. after work, you two would meet at the convenience store across the street, buy different kinds of ice cream, and binge watch animations for the rest of the night. whenever seok was needed at the studio to run vocals, you would tag along, jihoon even asking for your opinion on lyrics. when the boys had practice, you were there to cheer them on, your hands full of snacks and drinks from the cafe next to the studio. everything seemed like it was slowly but surely going back to the way it was before.

so when changkyun’s friend kihyun, saw you and seokmin together at a cafe, sharing a slice of strawberry cake and an iced latte, he texted changkyun, “i didn’t know you and y/n broke up?”

“we didn’t?”

“so why is she getting cozy with some other guy right now? soonyoung’s friend, seokmin? interesting.”

it was two in the morning when changkyun showed up at your door, eyes full of rage. “kihyun told me he saw you with seokmin the other day, is it true?”

“changkyun it’s late, why are you here?” you sighed in frustration, running your hands through your hair. he stumbled towards you, the pungent smell of whiskey on his lips as he hurled ridiculous accusations at you.

“you’ve been cheating on me, haven’t you y/n? you’ve been fucking that piece of shit seokmin behind my back, huh? that’s why you haven’t been around the past week? because you’ve been too busy on your knees sucking his cock?” his words slurred as you bit your tongue, eyes starting to swell with tears. how dare he accuse you of cheating, when he was the one who didn’t even bother to contact you? these past couple of days you felt the happiest you’ve been in such a long time, only for changkyun to come and ruin it all.

“get out of my fucking face, changkyun.” you gritted through your teeth, fists clenching, shaking in sheer anger. you slammed the door shut, changkyun’s drunken slurs still echoing from the hallway. you were absolutely furious, your legs giving out as you collapsed against the door, eyes bloodshot and puffy.

the morning after, you decided that it would be best to avoid seokmin for the time being. you ignored his calls and texts for three days, locking yourself in your apartment and isolating yourself from him and the rest of the outside world. you needed time to rethink your relationships, with changkyun and seokmin. i mean, seok was just your best friend, right? so why did you feel so... confused about your feelings for him? 

seokmin was… confused, to say the least. you had never shut him out like this before, even when you two fought. so it was safe to say that not hearing from you for three days was absolutely nerve-wrecking for him. did he overstep a boundary? did he do something to scare you off? you two were just hanging out, just friends, like the old times... what could have possibly happened?

so when you showed up in front of his dorm at three in the morning, eyes stained red from tears, your hand clutching your phone, a photo of changkyun kissing someone else at the club dimly lit on the screen, seokmin couldn’t help but feel a wave of rage in his chest. “it’s his partner from his chemistry lab. apparently it’s been going on for a while, but nobody ever said anything.” you mumbled, your hands shaking in resentment and anger.

he pulled you in, clutching you tight, rubbing soft circles on your back, peppering comforting kisses on your head. “h-hey, d-don’t cry.. it’s gonna be okay, yeah? everything’s gonna be okay from now on, y/n. i promise, i p-promise you everything’s g-gonna be okay. i got you.” you buried your head deep in his chest, thankful for the comfort he brought you.

“can i sleep here tonight?” you mumbled, your fingers clinging onto the fabric of his t-shirt. seokmin didn’t say anything, instead taking your hand and leading you to his bedroom, pulling out your beloved sleepy shirt from his closet.

“if you need me, i’ll be in the living room with wonwoo.” seokmin pressed his lips against your forehead and thought nothing of it. but when you gripped his wrist, asking him to stay with you until you fell asleep, he found himself crawling under the sheets with you, wrapping his arms around you, brushing stray strands of hair from your face. as he laid in bed with you, feeling your heartbeat against his chest, he couldn’t help but feel … something. he decided that maybe, perhaps.. being next to you like this was something he wouldn’t mind doing for the rest of his life.

and when you woke up the next morning, streams of sunlight shining through the window to illuminate a sleeping seokmin next to you, arms still tightly wrapped around you, you couldn’t help but think that maybe your best friend was something much more to you than you thought.

you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him sleeping with his mouth half open, your fingers brushing against his cheek. for he was cute, and you felt like a complete idiot for not realizing it until now.

“y/n? what’s so funny?”

“nothing, you just look cute when you sleep.” you giggled as he pouted, pulling you in tighter, his head resting in the crook of your neck. you let out a soft gasp, surprised at the sensation of his lips pressed against your skin, your fingers finding their way to his hair. he pulled away for a bit to look at you, his ears and cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink.

“hey, can i try something? and if you don’t like it, i prom-” you cut him off by pulling his chin closer, pressing your lips against his. “how’d you know?” he murmured against your lips, refusing to pull away. you grinned, cupping his cheeks with your hands, feeling a complete sense of euphoria rush over you. seokmin swept his tongue against your bottom lip, gently asking you for permission to deepen the kiss. you would be a fool to say no, happily allowing him access to the one thing he had been craving all night, the two of you sharing saliva in pure ecstasy.

pulling seokmin on top of you, the two of you found a more comfortable position, his arms resting on either side of you, your arms snaking around his neck. he parted from your lips, making his way down your neck, planting soft, open kisses as you tilted your head back in pleasure. you felt one of his hands push the fabric of your shirt up, cupping one of your breasts gently, his thumb rubbing little circles onto your nipple, tongue swirling around the other one. you arched your back, crying out seok’s name while his teeth grazed your hardening bud. “is this okay?” he murmured, sucking soft, sensual, bruises all over your chest. you clutched the bed sheets, letting out a pleasurable cry, giving seokmin the answer he so desperately needed.

seokmin made his way down your body, kissing every inch of you until he reached your inner thighs, pressing a thumb against your clothed clit, a small wet spot already seeping through your shorts. “can i take these off?” you nodded, your heat begging for his touch. he slipped them off, spreading your legs before burying his face deep into your core. you were in absolute heaven, your legs wrapping around his shoulders and your hands tugging at his hair. his tongue traced intricate patterns across your folds, his fingers digging into your thighs as he lapped up your dripping arousal.

“h-holy f-fuck s-seokmin,” you moaned, watching him flick his tongue across your swollen clit, “how the f-fuck are you s-so good at t-this?” he smirked, rubbing your bud with his thumb while smothering your inner thighs with sloppy, wet kisses.

“i have no idea, i think it’s because you taste so fucking good baby,” he continued, devoting all his attention to sucking, licking, and rubbing your sensitive bud, determined to make you climax. your legs were in a frenzy, shaking uncontrollably, seokmin’s hands gripping them tightly to hold them in place. you felt it come to you in a rush, your mind going blank, eyes rolling to the back of your head seeing nothing but stars. “s-seok.. i c-came..” you whimpered at the overwhelming sensitivity, seokmin still gently licking your clit.

as seokmin found his way back to your side, you noticed the increase in size of his length, creating a tent in his pajama pants. you sat up and instinctively reached for his bulge, spitting into your hand before slipping it into his waistband, wrapping your fingers around his tip. “fuck, y/n,” he hissed, shutting his eyes in pleasure as you coated his length in a mixture of his precum and your saliva, tugging his pants down to free his member.

and holy fuck, seok was huge. you licked your lips, your hand pumping up and down his length while you slid in between his legs, finally having the opportunity to satisfy your craving. seokmin propped himself up, taking your chin in one of his hands, his thumb affectionately rubbing your cheek. “baby, you look so fucking hot, sucking me off like this,” he moaned as your tongue flicked against his tip, before taking him in completely. your mouth was full of his cock, the corners of your eyes beginning to tear slightly. you bobbed your head up and down further, filthy noises coming out of your mouth every time seokmin’s length hit the back of your throat. you cursed your gag reflex, unable to control the vulgar sounds of gagging and choking, your saliva trailing down your chin and all over his swollen member.

it turns out, seokmin thought it was fucking sexy when you choked on his cock. he twiched every time you sunk further into him, taking him deep into your throat. his hands pulled at your hair, groaning and cursing under his breath. “f-fuck baby, r-right there, that f-feels so fucking g-good. if you keep d-doing that, you’re g-gonna make me f-fucking cum.”

the thought of seokmin unloading into your mouth only aroused you even more, as you quickened your pace, tears definitely trickling down your face, but you were too occupied to even care. your jaw ached and your lips were swollen, but you were so determined to take in all of seokmin’s load, craving to taste him. seok couldn’t help but thrust into your mouth a couple of times, his cock slamming into the back of your throat as you tried to muffle the lewd noises you were making. he thrust into you one last time, gripping your hair as you felt a rush of warm, salty, liquid fill your mouth. you swallowed, licking up every last bit that might have spilled out during his release.

you scooted your way up to meet seokmin’s lips, looking like an absolute mess, doused in sweat and arousal. the both of you were exhausted, still unsatisfied, desperate for more. seokmin pulled you in, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip, as he fervently kissed you over and over again. “s-seok,” you let out a breathy moan as he sucked dark, purple love bites all over your neck. “i n-need you i-inside me, p-please.”

“you want me to fuck you, baby?” he groaned, hovering over you, looking at you with hooded eyes filled with an insatiable lust that only you could satisfy. you nodded, pulling on the hem of his shirt, motioning for him to take it off.  he shrugged it off, but before you could get to taking yours off, he pushes the fabric up instead, exposing your bare breasts covered in bite marks and bruises. “keep the shirt on,” seok muttered under his breath, his hands tracing over your bruised nipples. “you look so fucking hot in my clothes.”

he reached over to grab his wallet, taking out a thin slip of foil from the folds. but before he could open it you stopped him, seok shooting you a confused look. “no condom? i mean i’m clean, but you want me to pull out?” you rolled your eyes as you tossed the condom onto his nightstand. “seok, remember how you take me to the doctor every three months? i’m on the shot and i’m clean too,” you reminded him, pulling him down to press a soft, lingering kiss on his lips before murmuring, “so are you gonna cum in me, or what?”

seokmin bit his lip, your words riling him up. he slipped a hand under your head, keeping it steady as he kissed you, his tongue intertwining with yours. you squirmed under him, your fingers raking red marks down his back. he pulled away to rub his length against your wet folds, covering the head of his cock in your dripping juices. you whimpered, wrapping your legs around seok’s waist as he thrust into you, your walls clenching around him. seokmin groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he began to pump himself in and out of you.

“f-fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking tight for me, baby, your cute, little pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me,” seok murmured into your neck as you let out whines of pleasure, unable to stop yourself.

seok’s thrusts got harder and faster, pounding deep into your pussy, as you jerked your hips against his, finding the perfect rhythm between you two, his cock hitting the most sensitive spots inside of you. “f-fuck yes, seokmin! that’s s-so fucking good, f-fuck, right there, m-more, p-please, fuck,” you cried out, as he filled you up in the best way possible, the two of you sharing sloppy, wet kisses, the sounds of hot, skin slapping and seokmin’s groans ringing in your ears.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, stars dancing around in your mind as seokmin reach between your legs, pressing his thumb onto your clit as your fingers dug into his back. “f-fuck, s-seok i’m a-almost t-there,” you whimpered, your throat drying out and voice raspy, feeling your core tighten around seok’s length.

“b-baby, i’m c-close too, f-fuck! i’m g-gonna cum i-inside you, yeah? you w-want me to stuff your p-pretty little pussy full of my cum?” he stuttered, pounding himself deeper and harder, burying himself into your neck.

“p-please, s-seok,” you begged, “c-cum inside me,” and so he did, seokmin thrusting into you as his hot, sticky, fluid filled you, as you two both rode out your highs. your legs were still shaking, as seokmin pulled out his cock to see his cum drip out of you, taking his fingers to gather some of it before it fell onto his sheets. seok smirked as you took his cum soaked fingers into your mouth, sucking and cleaning them off. “fuck, baby, i didn’t know you were so kinky?” he grinned, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, as you rolled your eyes, your cheeks turning the slightest shade of rose.

the two of you were laying in bed, yet to clean up and still barely clothed, legs intertwined and your head against his chest. you both were still in a dazed state of happiness, seokmin’s fingers stroking your hair, peppering little kisses on your forehead.

“this is so cliche, y/n but i swear to god i think i’m in love with you.” he mumbled, your eyes fluttering open to look at him.

“since when?”

“i think it was that one time i hit you in the head with a baseball and you purposely tripped me in the middle of my game.”

“seok, that was like third grade.”

“then i guess you can say i’ve spent my entire life loving you, yeah?” he grinned as you rolled your eyes, planting a soft kiss on his lips. somewhere along the way, you realized that you had everything you ever needed, right in front of you.

“i’m in love with you too, you dumbass.” you whispered in between kisses, your thumb tracing circles on his cheek.

“hey, but at least now i’m your dumbass, right?”

[musiclovingbitch]

Together

Summary: Secret Agents!Klaine. When Blaine finds out Kurt’s taken on a really dangerous mission all on his own, he’s resigned to do anything to stop his friend from getting hurt.

A/N: So, someone sent me this list of prompts, but didn’t actually send along any particular number they wanted me to use. So, I decided to try and use as many as I possibly could. I ended up using prompts #1, #2, #23, #19, #70, #46, # 58, (half of #96), #97, #65, #34, #84, #62, #9, #13, #17, #43, #47, #48, #52, #26, #74, #60, #59, #21, #55, #91, #82, #10, #66, #85, #36, #30, #72, #90, and finally #83, in that order, making it a grand total of 35(.5)/100. Relatively decent, I think, no?

Also, a massive shoutout and thanks to @slayediest for making this even vaguely coherent.

~2.7k

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“If this is you flirting, I don’t like it.”

Blaine huffed as he adjusted his hold on Kurt slightly, and continued walking towards his dorm room in the Dalton Headquarters.

“You’re not going on this mission, Kurt. I won’t let you die,” he said, quietly but resolutely. Kurt took a moment to reign in his fury, because Blaine did not just say that to him, before he responded.

“This is bullshit!” he complained, “What are you doing here anyway? I didn't expect you to be here tonight.”

“Oh, I wasn’t supposed to be here. But you know that, of course. I just happened to stay late yesterday to work a bit on my left hook, and I overheard Sebastian and Trent talking in the locker room while I was changing. See, Trent was telling Sebastian all about the idiot that had agreed to take on the Karofsky case, and how they were stupid enough to not only take it on, but take it on by themselves. Now, imagine my surprise when I heard that that idiot, was you.”

Kurt was silent, cursing Trent and his big mouth in his head.

*

“You idiot!” Blaine yelled at Kurt from across the room as he ran to catch up with him before he walked out the door.

Kurt turned, startled. “Blaine? What--”

“You’ve taken on the Karofsky case? Alone?” Blaine said, livid.

Kurt froze, but quickly composed himself and arched an eyebrow. “Don't sound so excited about it. And yeah, I did.”

“You do realize I’m not gonna let you go, right?”

“Is that so? I'm pretty sure that's not how it works. I’m pretty sure I’m the one that gets to pick my assignments, not you. And besides, you took that mission in Berlise all by yourself just four months ago.”

“That’s different, I am five years in, you’ve only been here for two.”

“And I’ve proven, over and over and over again, that I can keep up with the best of you. I can handle myself just fine, thank you very much.”

"That’s not what I meant! You're so stubborn!" Blaine said, running a frustrated hand through his curls. “You are not going, Kurt!” he said with finality.

“Blaine, nothing short of tying me up will stop me from going out there, okay?”

Blaine’s eyes hardened. “Well, okay then.”

*

“I’m not stupid. Just so you know. I know what I’m doing, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. So, this? This is insulting. Really, now.”

“Look, just. Don't fight me on this," Blaine pleaded, though he knew it was hopeless.

“Blaine, for the love of god, this is ridiculous. Untie me!" Kurt struggled against his restraints.

“Are you going to come to your senses and not go on this insane mission?”

“No.” Kurt struggled some more.

“Then, no. And quit moving around so much, you’re going to throw me off balance.”

Kurt stilled. “Put me down!”

“No.”

Kurt took a moment to assess the situation, asking himself what he would be doing if this were a case. He switched gears. “Do you realize for how long you’ve been carrying me? I mean. Wow. You're really strong." The admiration was genuine, but Blaine didn’t need to know that.

“Neither flattery nor any of the diversion tactics you’ve learned here will get you anywhere tonight, Hummel. You think I'm dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?” Blaine shook his head. “You know, I thought we were--friends,” he said haltingly.

"Friends don't tie friends up!"

“Friends also don’t hide the fact that they’re gonna be embarking on a suicide mission! God, you didn’t even say anything to me in the cafeteria. Were you just gonna up and leave without telling me? How long ago did you even take the assignment, how long have you been hiding this from me?”

Without realizing it, Blaine had picked up the pace in his anger. Kurt squirmed uncomfortably.

"Will you just--slow down. Please. We’re practically there anyway."

Blaine slowed down. He was kind of surprised none of the other agents had stopped them to see why Blaine was carrying Kurt over his shoulder. Or why Kurt was tied up.

When they reached the door to Blaine’s room, he reluctantly put Kurt down. He held his hand against Kurt’s neck, a silent warning for him to not try anything, while his other hand dug through his pocket for his access card.

“You know, you have some nerve!” Kurt exclaimed as Blaine pushed him in his room. “You have no right!”

“Excuse me?”

“Literally every other person in this building has more of a right to do this than you.”

Hurt flashed in Blaine’s eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Did you forget that you did the exact same thing to me with the Berlise job? That I just woke up one day and you were gone?”

“I told you, it was literally last minute, Sam got hurt the night before--”

“Not even a note! Or a text! How much time would that have taken, Blaine? Or if writing was so damn difficult, even a fucking voicemail. You just disappeared.”

“So, what, this is some kind of payback? Are you really going to get yourself killed just to spite me, Kurt?”

Kurt’s lips turned into a thin line. His voice was cold when he spoke. “Unlike you, I’m not going in blind. I’ve read the Karofsky file so many times I’ve had it memorised, and I’ve also read every other file he’s mentioned in. I also asked around and found and read up on every single case, open or closed, where there’s suspected involvement of Karofsky’s organization. Unlike you, I don’t do things half-assed.”

Okay, that stung. “You are so fucking petty.”

“Damn right I’m pretty.”

“I said petty,” Blaine responded, shaking his head but suppressing a smile.

“Oh, I know. I’m just gonna pretend you said pretty so as not to take out my gun and pistol whip you across the face.”

Kurt was sincere in his threat, that much Blaine could see. He was also furious. Blaine was just a little bit too confused for this conversation to work in his favor. “Kurt, come on, are you really still hung up on the Berlise job? It’s been four months.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. Kurt gave him a look so furious, Blaine actually felt a twinge of genuine fear run down his spine.

"Am I just supposed to get over the fact that you died? Treat it as if it didn’t happen, which is what you’re obviously trying to do, considering you didn’t even bother to tell me about it. Would that be more convenient for you?"

Blaine froze. “What? How did you know about that?”

"You died! I saw you die! So don’t you dare imply that I’m being overdramatic, like I’m not supposed to get hung up on that."

Blaine could only repeat himself. “What?”

Kurt wouldn’t look at him. “I was part of the extraction team, Blaine. I was part of the team they sent to bail you out when everything expectedly went to shit, because of course it did, because you stupidly took over a mission the night before its launch without having done any prep beforehand.”

“You were there?” Blaine asked in a small voice.

“Yes,” Kurt confirmed grimly.

A beat of silence.

“I was only dead for, like, twenty seconds.”

Suddenly, Kurt was in front of him, having freed himself of his restraints. Blaine gave himself some credit that he was able to hold him for that long. Kurt pushed him, and Blaine’s back hit the back of his door. Kurt got right up to his face, their noses a hair width apart. They locked eyes.

“Do you know what it was like, sticking those stickers to your chest?” Kurt said in a low voice, his eyes hard, but glistening.

Blaine felt the air leave his lungs. “No. They told me--Santana.”

“Santana likes me more than you. And everyone else is too scared of her to say anything. But, yes, I… I was the one closest to you when you went down. I was the one that searched for a pulse and didn’t find one. I was the one who had to will my fingers not to shake as I tried to remember where to place those fucking stickers and what buttons to push on the defibrillator.”

Blaine swallowed hard. Kurt took a small step back.

“So. Now you know everything. And now--”

“No, I don’t. You’re still mad. There’s more.”

“No, there isn’t.”

“Kurt, come on.”

A beat of silence.

“I’m not mad at you, really.” Kurt exhaled loudly, and seemed to say ‘fuck it’ to himself before continuing, “It’s just… I had imagined what it would be like to undress you again very differently. Not in a filthy warehouse. Not while you were unconscious--while you were dead. I had imagined countless different scenarios about how and when we’d finally stop playing this game of cat and mouse. Who would cave first and come to the other’s room. Neither of us drunk the second time, hopefully. You took that from me, Blaine. From us. And I’m not mad, but -- maybe that’s what you’re reading on my face right now.”

Blaine stood perfectly still, trying unsuccessfully to breathe normally. Kurt continued.

“But maybe that’s a sign. A sign that this, whatever it was, is over.” Kurt breathed in deeply, “Closure sure is something. So, if you could kindly step aside, now. I have somewhere I need to be.”

Blaine stood silently, watching Kurt, watching the tears that still hadn’t left his eyes, willing the tears to disappear from his own, processing everything that had happened in the past two minutes.

“Blaine.” Kurt sighed. “Seriously now. Don’t be nervous. I wasn’t joking when I said I’ve done a lot of prep. More prep than I’ve ever done for a case in my life. There's nothing to fear. I’m not taking this case lightly, and I’m not doing this to spite you.”

Kurt sniffled. Blaine silently handed him his handkerchief. Kurt took it gratefully and smiled tentatively before bringing it up to his nose.

“I’m sorry,” Blaine said.

Kurt barely had time to look confused before Blaine’s hand was over his, effectively locking his handkerchief over his nose, and barely had time to realize what was happening before everything went black.

*

He woke up in Blaine’s bed. When the previous day’s memories came back to him, he groaned. Within seconds he felt the bed dip beside him.

“You’re an asshole,” he croaked. He turned his head towards Blaine, and found him smiling. “Such an asshole.”

Blaine just smiled wider. Kurt looked away.

"Fuck you! Or me. I’m not sure. I’m not sure which is up and which is down right now," he said, bringing a hand up to his head. That caused Blaine to stop smiling.

"You're okay, right? Not hurt or anything?"

“Just a headache. You asshole. Now. Help me up.” He extended his hand.

“No,” Blaine said, shaking his head lightly. “Stay in bed. It’s super early.”

Kurt let his head hang down. "Ugh.” His eyes peered up at Blaine. “You annoy the fuck outa me. In case you didn’t know."

"Sh. Go back to sleep."

Kurt quirked his lips up. “No.”

Blaine sighed, trying to look put out, but failing. He didn’t mind, letting the smile spread over his face easily. Kurt’s eyes wandered around the room. “Where did you sleep?” he asked.

“I didn’t.”

Blaine seemed to be contemplating something, and Kurt waited, watching him, watching as his smile slowly faded into a frown.

"You know the worst part? I thought I had nothing to lose."

Kurt was definitely awake now. “What?” he said, sitting up abruptly and almost falling forward before Blaine’s strong arms wrapped around him and straightened him up.

"Steady now. Are you sure you’re okay?"

Kurt ignored the attempt at a switch in the subject. “What do you mean by that?”

Blaine sighed. “When I left. The Berlise job. I could have turned it down.”

“And why didn’t you?”

“I...I had convinced myself that you didn’t want me like I wanted you. Everyone flirts with everyone around here, all the time. You’d flirt back when I flirted with you, but you’d almost never initiate anything, and you’d always have a witty response for everyone else, too.

“Those first few months after you came here? I wanted to kill Jeff, even though I know he’s been with Nick for years and that he flirts with anything that moves, but I’d see you talking, and he’d make you blush and I would have to fight the urge to sneak up behind him and snap his neck. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I couldn’t handle having to stop myself from touching you and kissing you every time we were in the same room together.

“I felt trapped. Trapped in and by my feelings for you. We’d spend so much time together, and I kept trying to convince my heart that I was making it all up in my head, that your eyes never lingered on me, that your blushes were the same for me as for anybody else, that all you felt for me was friendship. It got to be so bad that I was afraid it would start affecting my work and endanger my place here. So I just--I said yes, just to have something else to focus on, and maybe get the thought of you out of my mind. A stupid decision, really. If it makes you feel any better, it didn’t work.”

They were both breathing heavily after Blaine finished his speech.

“So, what now?”

Blaine looked him over. His expression was so soft it broke Kurt’s heart just a little bit. Blaine reached a hand out and brushed a few strands of hair that had fallen on Kurt’s forehead back.

“Your hair is so soft,” he marvelled.

“Oh no.” Kurt moaned, ducking his head in a futile effort to hide his blush. “That is way too cheesy for this early in the morning.”

Blaine bent down to meet Kurt’s eyes. “Hey. Don’t hide your face. I like your face.” He used a finger to lift Kurt’s jaw.

They both stared at each other in silence. Eyes fell to lips, then rushed back up. Slowly, then both leaned in. They met in the middle.

Blaine’s hands came up to cradle Kurt’s face. Kurt’s hands fisted Blaine’s shirt and pulled him forward. The need for air caused them to eventually pull away.

“You take my breath away,” Kurt said, barely more than a whisper.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kurt said, smiling a little. “But…”

“What? No, no buts, no buts allowed.” Blaine swept forward and kissed the corner of Kurt’s mouth where it had started to turn downwards.

“Blaine. I’m not sure if this can work.”

“Don’t say that, why would you say that?”

“Blaine? I’m really sorry, but I can’t just not take a mission just because you think it’s too dangerous. Every mission is dangerous, you know that. And I love it here, I love what I do--what we do. I don’t think I could give it up.”

“Kurt, I would never ask you to give this up. I’m not gonna say that I won’t be worried every time you’re out there, and I probably won’t be pleasant company until I have you safe, here, and back in my arms, but I know how competent you are. It’s just this particular mission. Something doesn’t feel right, and I trust my instincts. The two previous agents that took it on died while working on it. I think there may be a mole.”

Kurt looked pensive.

“I still have to try, Blaine.”

“But you don’t have to try alone. We could…you know, go together if you wanted.”

“Together?” Kurt asked, worrying his lip between his teeth.

“Together.”

“Okay,” he said and smiled. Blaine grinned in response.

“Quit smiling at me,” Kurt said, and shook Blaine by the shoulders.

"Make me."

Kurt smirked and, in one swift move, flipped them over. He pecked Blaine on the lips.

“I’m still smiling,” Blaine teased.

Kurt rolled his eyes fondly before leaning down and sealing their lips together once more.

[my-mystic-messenger]

MC has a stalker

Thank you for your kind words @axela-storm ! I hope you and everyone else enjoys! :3

Zen

♬ as a celebrity Zen not only knows what it feels like to be watched every step of the way, but compared to others he actually enjoyed it.

♬ however, keeping you out of the lime light was supposed to prevent those exact things happening to you, which is why it makes him livid when he finds out about your stalker

♬ he only found out when you started to receive strange letters and late on pictures in the mail that had no address on them, which meant you couldn't trace them and someone delivered them in person

♬ apparently you didn't tell Zen, because you didn't want to worry him as you weren't really sure whether the guy was following you or whether you were imagining things

♬ Zen's first instinct was to stake out and take care of the guy himself, but you warned him against doing that, as it would damage his career as well as endanger him

♬ he begrudgingly agreed to hand over all evidence to the police and let them handle things, but when they still couldn't catch him and the letters continued, Zen settled things himself

♬ during his next public interview Zen used the opportunity to call a confused you onto the stage, announcing to the world that the two of you were dating

♬ he ignored the whispers and cameras flashing, angrily adding that if anyone dared to harass or stalk you – he emphasized the latter – he'd personally take care of them no matter what

♬ Zen talked about the stalker and how the police with their kosher methods hadn't caught nor brought him to justice for what he did to you, but that he'd do things his way if the stalking continued

♬ the news spread like a wild-fire and while you started to receive a whole lot more letters, those were only of fans while the stalker was gone. A shame, Zen would have loved to kick his ass

Jumin

♛ being a handsome, exceptionally successful young businessman got Jumin on more than a couple of covers which in return gets him a lot of unwanted attention

♛ over the years he got used to being followed and photograph, coming to understand that the more he tried to avoid it, the more mysterious and interesting they'd find him

♛ Jumin had eventually just given in, answering all their questions and letting them take their pictures, but once you entered his life things changed

♛ he did everything to protect you from their prying questions and cameras, going as far as to use umbrellas so no one could so much as see you, let alone get too close

♛ sadly, being overly protective caught some bad peoples attention and one, weak moment of poor security and you were gone, kidnapped with a message asking for a lot of money

♛ Jumin didn't hesitate to pay the sum – he'd give up his entire fortune to get you back without thinking twice – but he still hired private detective to find the people who did that to you

♛ it wasn't about getting his money back, it was about all the trouble, stress and horror they must have put you through and the fact that he wanted those men to pay

♛ luckily it wasn't long before they were found and you returned to his arms safely but a little shaken up, something that got Jumin furious

♛ Jumin was a pacifist who always advocated for peaceful, non-violent solutions, but the moment he laid eyes on them, he wanted those men to suffer

♛ while he himself couldn't and wouldn't lay a finger on them, he made sure to put a price tag on them before they entered prison, ensuring a horrible and painful stay

Saeran

☾ as a child Saeran had been starving for attention, sometimes purposefully vexing his mother so she'd punish him to get at least some of it from her

☾ he'd adored his twin's attention as well, of course, even the smallest things like Saeyoung reading to him of the two of them whispering about the dreams they had

☾ it was something that translated into his young adult years, as Saeran was still very much looking for attention although this time from a far bigger evil than his mother; Rika

☾ after barely escaping her grasp, attention suddenly became the last thing he wanted despite being showered in it for the very first time

☾ it was precisely that need to escape from unwanted attention that made him sympathize with you when he found out about the stalker that had been following you for a while

☾ at first Saeran merely wanted to help, confiscating all the letters – everything ranging from obsessive to threatening – to look for clues as a means to distract himself

☾ somewhere along the way, however, the two of you unexpectedly fell in love and before he knew it that guy stalking you became personal

☾ because of avoiding all that unwanted attention, Saeran had learned to fly under the radar, which is precisely how he found the stalker

☾ he kidnapped him before he could make truth of the very same threat he'd sent you in his last letter, tying the man to a chair in an abandoned warehouse outside of the city

☾ Saeran did things to this man...things that would probably get him locked up if he weren't so damn good at flying under the radar – luckily he was, since the man never bothered you again

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

2AM - part 4 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Angst

Characters: Minseok X You

Description: You have been continuing a secret friends-with-benefits relationship with your best friends older brother Minseok, who is idol group EXO’s Xiumin, for two years now, while secretly concealing the very real growing feelings you’ve always had for him. A sudden blind date for you and for him suddenly forces you to face those feelings or end the relationship entirely.

2AM [M] - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12

Your phone was ringing by the time you made it inside the cab. Minseok must have left the awkwardness of the restaurant by now and the on and off buzzing inside your purse punctuated the humming you felt inside your chest – you saw his name flashing boldly across the screen of your cell phone.

After the first three calls went ignored he was texting and the taxi was pulling up outside of your home just as you turned off the buzzing and left the phone to deal with ignoring the man you hated to have the misfortune of falling in love with. Your home was quiet. Your cat was sleeping curled up in a ball on the sofa that you’d long since given up on keeping her off of and you slipped out of your shoes. As you walked through your home you slipped out of the expensive dress and you let the garment fall at the floor of your bedroom door way and kicked it lifelessly through the threshold, aiming for, and missing the hamper full of dirty clothes.

You needed your pajamas. You needed alcohol and possibly ice cream and you needed a little mind numbing comedy television.

Your bra joined the dress nearly in the hamper but not quite and you were halfway into your comfy pajama top when a rough pounding on your door sent a jolt of alarm through your system.

A glance at the clock told you it was too early for his usual visits–

But tonight was anything but usual.

Not quite 9pm. Not quite time for Kim Minseok to be done with whatever he had been doing with his busy busy life and back to pull you into his arms and his lips and demand your attention for another night.

But he had no schedule tonight. You wondered how long he even debated before he made his way to your door.

When you lifted your silent cell phone you saw the string of messages. Questions peppered in between pleas, some demanding, some nearly begging and confused. All scandalized, victimized, and thoroughly blindsided.

He couldn’t be serious.

Was this man really so clueless as to why you were mad–

No..mad didn’t cut it.

You were furious.

You were livid.

You were done.

You tossed the phone down onto your bed and your legs carried you to the front door where the pounding sounded out again. Much louder and more abrasive than Minseok had ever sounded in the past.

What could possibly be going on in his head to warrant such strong emotions from the stone faced statue of absolute composure himself?

You heard your name, in his voice spoken through the door. Muffled and strained yet clear enough to ding against your heart wound.

“Please just open the door, I know you are in there.”

The softness of his voice didn’t match the tension you heard in the way he pounded on the door.

You steeled your emotions and unlocked the door before one of your neighbors came out to investigate the incredible racket he was making. The last thing you wanted was someone recognizing him right now in his current state.

You pulled the door open quickly and caught him mid fist-raise as he poised to pound against your door again.

“What are you doing making so much noise in someone’s else’s home Kim Minseok?”

Your tone was admonishing and his eyes widened as his pretty mouth opened to speak. He was suddenly struck dumb by something and you watched his eyes blink rapidly, pink cheeks and messed up hair as if his hands had been running through it. You saw the light redness over his cheekbone that Sohee had given him and there was an intensity in those eyes that spoke volumes where his words seemed to fail to deliver.

“Can I please come inside?” When he found his words they were tense and his lungs raged inside his chest, accentuating his rapid breathing.

You then realized you stood with your body blocking the doorway, blocking his entrance into your home and you glanced down curiously at your own body which usually stepped aside for him to slip inside so easily.

“I-I promise I will be–” his voice was unsure again, unsteady and you heard what you thought was a tremble somewhere inside his chest. Those eyes looked down at your neck as he spoke, refusing to meet all way into yours and you figured the anger in your own eyes had quelled some of his courage.

“You’ll be what Minseok?”

His eyes steadied themselves and he slowly looked up into yours. You watched some sort of a battle taking place in there and you wondered exactly what it was he was having so much trouble saying. He felt different. You couldn’t believe it, but he seemed much more intimidated than he’d been around you in the past.

You didn’t miss the way he swallowed, his lips tensing out flat as his throat bobbed up and down, exhaling a puff of air through his nose.

“You’ll be quick? You’ll be quiet? You’ll be a decent human being? What will you be if I let you inside Minseok?”

His startled wide eyes watched you as his stupid mouth was silent again. As always, minseok chose to remain quiet when an answer, any answer would help. Why was the man so stubborn and frustrating?

You couldn’t stand there and watch his inaction any longer. Your temper was getting the best of you now and you had to leave. You spun on your heels and retreated leaving the door open and that frustrating, stubborn man at your door.

“Do whatever you want. You always do anyway.”

Your legs carried you to your kitchen where your body seemed to be moving of its own will as you grabbed a single glass from the cupboard and a bottle from your pantry. You half recognized the clear liquid as vodka, but you would be satisfied with whatever bottle your hand grabbed first.

You didn’t wince at the taste of the alcohol. You didn’t feel the burn as it made its way down your esophagus into your stomach. It felt nearly the same as drinking water with how disconnected your mind felt right now. You weren’t feeling anything but the anger that coursed through you and when you looked up you were surprised to find him nowhere in sight. No where in your kitchen, at your heels, demanding answers to your rage, demanding you talk to him, demanding for you to forgive him this instant and be his best friend again–

–but he wasn’t there.

Curiosity is a stupid thing.

Curiosity made you move first and you walked back to the door where you’d last seen him, frozen like a beautiful statue.

Sure enough he was there, feet firmly growing branches down into the your doormat that sat just outside your door – the word “welcome” was clearly not meant for him.

He was watching you and you caught the tremble in his eyebrows as they furrowed together and his eyes had an instability about them that you weren’t used to finding in Minseok.

“Do you hate me now?”

As soon as you appeared back into his line of sight the question whispered out through his lips and why the fuck did his voice sound like that? Where was the asshole of the night before? Where was the dominant, confident, imposing man that took whatever he wanted whenever he wanted without any regard for your feelings? Where were his distant flippant words that echoed through your ear when he was on tour, telling you he was busy, laughing at your attempts at being cute, and baiting him with sweet I want yous and I miss yous.

The words, you were sure were always true for you, but never for him.

When he missed you it was usually just his dick talking, and when he wanted you, you knew it was just because his balls were getting heavy.

Minseok missed the sex. Minseok didn’t need you, or want you like you needed and wanted him.

“Get inside before someone sees you Minseok.”

“Do you hate me?” The uncharacteristic tremble in his voice, the uncertainty that you were sure you saw there had transformed into what you could only describe as a … pout.

But that was impossible. He couldn’t possibly be pouting. This was some sort of a trick.

Despite the ridiculously out of place pout on his face that had you rolling your eyes so hard you felt the strain against your eyeballs, he was still coming inside your home. You watched him pull the door closed behind himself and slip his shoes off at the door. He slipped on the house-shoes you always kept at the door for him. The house-shoes you had forgotten to get rid of when you’d made the decision that Kim Minseok was out of your life.

How could you have missed those during your self cleansing rampage the night of the cash shower over your head?

“It’s not like you to feel sorry for yourself.” You didn’t even bother trying to control your snarky response..yet for someone with so much alleged self resolve when it came to this man, it sure felt comfortable to see him walking back into your door. You felt annoyed with everything about this situation. Particularly with how well he fit inside your home. Had your sofa always matched perfectly with his clear bright complexion? Why were your curtains the exact shade of dirty blonde as his dyed hair?

What the hell were you thinking with those? You’d change them tomorrow to something dark. Something that didn’t match at all with the look of this beautiful man who was rocking back and forth on his feet as he took a tentative step closer to where you stood–your arms at your hips, as much bravado as you could possibly harness displayed proudly on your person.

“I’m not feeling sorry for myself I’m–” his hands were outstretched and the nervous way he rolled back and forth on his feet looked out of place.

“Look…the cash was a mistake. I admit that–” he was speaking now and you waited for the words any sane person would say next.

You expected it. You anticipated his apology – you longed for it and begged for it…you half wondered if you’d accept it easily or make him suffer forever instead.

But still no apology came out of his lips.

“At least let me pay you back for dinner” his hands were reaching again, behind himself you saw his fingertips grace against the top of his back pocket, about to pull out that god forsaken wallet again and you exploded.

“Forget the fucking money Minseok I don’t care about that.” You shouted and he visibly flinched as he froze where he stood. A new look of surprise on his face that you would shout at him, that you would finally voice the rage and the hurt and the anger that had been stewing just below the surface for years.

Silence.

The heavy kind of stubborn silence that suffocates those too weak to withstand it loomed in your living room. The longer the silence went on the worse the pain in your chest felt. Was this it? Were you suffocating? Were you really this weak? A stinging burning sensation behind your eyes signaled trouble and you closed your eyes as you gathered your will to fight that.

You’d never shown this kind of weakness with Minseok.

“I-I don’t want to lose you” the desperation in his voice stabbed at your eardrums and you willed the ache in your chest to subside and the burning in your eyes to give up, but it didn’t. Your chest ached with each shaking breathe and the burning in your eyes was changing as you felt the tell-tale relief. The moisture accumulated and you were powerless again as the first tear fell.

You’d lost. You were too weak to fight anymore and you wrapped your arms around your chest as new tears fell.

“W-Why are you—”

You felt his hand, warm against your shoulder and his touch made you jump back. Away from the feeling of his hand on your skin. -crying?” He whispered as he finished his sentence and you saw hurt on his face at your reaction to his touch.

“I’m not…” you stubbornly shook your head and angled your face down, looking away from him and you angrily swiped at the tears on your face, frustrated with your own weakness.

“It’s just because I’m so mad.” Your voice was as quiet as his as you felt your chest shaking now, sobs threatening to break free with him standing right here in your fucking living room, those slippers on his feet and that misplaced concerned look on face.

“You–” he began and cut himself off as soon as your eyes found his again. Something in your eyes gave him pause.

“You’ve never cried before, I didn’t–” his face changed again as he closed his eyes tightly, squeezing out the light from the room and the sight of your embarrassing breakdown.

“Minseok what do you want? Why are you here tonight? What do you want from me?” The dam holding your tears back wasn’t the only one that broke. Your question was abrupt and forceful and you watched his eyes widen instantly with your bold question.

“I-I can’t lose you,” he repeated, perhaps for emphasis.

“I thought we would be okay… I thought we would still be friends no matter what.” He’d taken another step, closing in again where you had retreated from him. This time you stood your ground.

“I think you must have thought too highly of me. There’s only so much I can take Minseok.” Your honest words didn’t hold the relief you thought they would and you heard what sounded like a tiny scoff of disbelief from Minseok. The man was working something out in his head and you felt the skin on the back of your neck prickle.

“Why does this bother you so much? It’s not like you’re in love with me.” His words had a bitter, sarcastic tone to them.

A cold feeling traveled down your spine, from the nape of your neck, slowly between your shoulder blades downward, scraping sharp talons as it moved and you felt the tears that had been flowing suddenly stop. Your face, still wet, felt cool under the ceiling fan blowing over your sofa and you stared into his face.

This…here it was.

Here was the painful, bitter tasting truth that sat stagnant in the back of your throat reminding you of each time he fucked you and left you.

Deny it.

The taste that overshadowed the sweetness of the times he hugged you sweetly and smelled your hair and rubbed your back, happy to see you after a long tour, laughing and drinking together with Minhee and his closest friends from before…from before the fame.

Fucking deny it! your brain was shouting over the distracting humming in your ears. And his sarcastic smirk was fading the longer he stared at you.

The bitter taste that came flooding back after every phone call that started with “I miss you” and was cut short with “I gotta go, I’ll talk to you later.” Every desperate kiss of his lips as he pushed through your doorway, peeling off his shirt and pants on the way to your bedroom, tasting like liquor and feeling like a hurricane.

Your mouth was hung open as your world crumbled at your feet.

His eyes widened and his brows furrowed. His posture straightened and he looked at you, square in the face, suddenly seeing everything as plain as fucking day yet still in denial. Because it couldn’t be. It was impossible. It had been against the rules really. Never spoken outright but certainly implied enough times to be clearly expected of you.

“Right? That’s not it right?”

You felt sick now. You couldn’t clear that taste no matter how much you swallowed and your words weren’t working right. You knew you should deny it, but the words were stuck in your throat.

He was staring at you and the longer the silence dragged on the more you saw the realization hit him hard and fast.

“Y-You can’t be… I’ve been so careful…I mean I was such an asshole so this wouldn’t happen…so you wouldn’t–”

The room felt as if it was closing in the longer you stood useless and small and his words echoed back again and again in the tiny space you found yourself trapped inside. Was he behaving this way on purpose?

I’ve been such an asshole so this wouldn’t happen

You shook your head, unwilling to believe that his actions lately were anything more than Minseok acting like an entitled prick.

“How long?” He finally said after staring at your silent face for too long.

You closed your eyes and winced at the pain inside your chest.

Only since…forever Minnie. I’ve loved you forever.

His voice felt soft. Too delicate for the amount of pain and dread you felt inside you as you sat under his microscope, with all of your deep secrets in his sights now.

You hadn’t denied it. And he knew you well enough to know what that meant.

“How long have you been in love with me? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I think you should leave.” You interrupted him and his eyes widened as he looked at you with a new pain behind his eyes.

You couldn’t look into those eyes and when your own eyes crumbled under the weight he shifted.

“How long?!” His voice raised to an unusual volume that sounded like someone else entirely and you saw the step he took before you felt his hands on your arms.

The outburst made you jump and you instantly tried to hide it, shaking your head in a stupid desperate attempt to deny something, anything you could.

“God dammit will you just fucking answer me? Just fucking be honest with me for once – how long?”

Months…years…a lifetime. The answers danced on the tip of your tongue, being pulled at by his pleading eyes. His hands gripped your arms hard and he dipped his head in front of you, forcing you to look at him, forcing you to face this and answer his question.

But the fear inside of you took your truth and buried it down.

“I think you should leave.”

You were the world’s biggest coward.

“Please just t-talk to me, you won’t ever tell me anything please just tell me the truth for once.”

“I want you to leave.”

“Please–” his eyes watched you, hurt and pain deep within them flaring up and he shook his head back and forth. “–you don’t mean that.”

“I think it’s best if we stop this…all of it. Let’s not see each other again.”

You saw it happen. The change in his expression as he realized what you had said.

His eyes searched yours, pleading, begging, desperately hoping for something, anything in your own that would give him a clue about what you were doing here. Perhaps he knew the truth all along–that you were so in love with him that you could no longer find any reason to resist. That you had lost yourself so completely along the way that you no longer had any idea who you even were anymore.

He was silent as he watched your face and you put your walls back up – so carefully constructed after all, the bricks were strong and they fit together easily. Your tears had long since dried up and the bubbling confession of love that had seeped up somewhere along the foundation had been shoved down so forcefully that you were sure it wouldn’t make any more appearances in this lifetime.

Your secret…maybe not as much of a secret as you would like, not with the way he was watching you right now, but your secret nonetheless, was still yours.

Filthy. Weak. Disgustingly naive.

And yours.

“Can we still be friends?”

For the first time in much too long, Minseok sounded fragile as he asked you a simple question. His eyes now held on to something else, something that looked like resignation and you heard a quiet sniffle from his nose. His voice sounded thicker than usual and you felt your own head move a tiny bit as you shook your head, giving your response a rhythm before you pried your lips open to speak.

“I don’t know that we ever were.”

The long exhale that vacated his lungs filled the silence between you two and he took a step back, his hands rose as he rubbed roughly over his face.

You stood your ground and waited for it to be over. Waited for him to leave your apartment and your life for good and never call you or speak to you again.

“Do–” he spoke from behind his hands, pausing to inhale a deep breath before he continued.

“–you really want this?”

Why was he even asking this again? The decision had already been made by his actions.

“I’m done… I can’t do this anymore.”

His hands were down from his face. His eyes avoiding yours now as his grim expression his whatever emotions you knew he was concealing from you now.

“I know better than to try and change your mind when you’re like this…” Was that it?

Was he giving up already? So easily?

“I hope I can trust that you will keep all of this from my family.”

There it was again. As if on cue, his precious reputation when it came to his parents and his sister was the utmost important, above the fractured friendship of years that sat crumbled at your feet. You thought you heard the pieces crushed under his feet as he moved through your living room room to your front door where he was silently grabbing his shoes, moving so quickly you wondered what he could possibly have left to be running away from.

“O-Of course.” You whispered to his back that rolled with hushed agitation and tension as he reached for your door knob. You noticed a tremble in his hand as he moved and you heard what couldn’t possibly be a sound from him, a shuddering gasp…one that nearly sounded like a sob if it would’ve come out of any other person in the world but from Kim Minseok that sound should have been impossible.

Yet you saw his hand move up to quickly cover his own mouth as he turned away from you and pushed roughly through your front door.

The door slammed loudly, sending an boom that echoed through your ears swiftly followed by a wake of silent desolation that hit you in the face. The silence brought your tears back and the realizations hit you again and again. More than the physical, more than the sweet kisses and hot sex you would be without, the sting was worse when you remembered the conversations. The laughs and the inside jokes and the secrets and the friendship built up over the years.

Maybe Minseok had been right. The emptiness coursed through your chest, cold and consuming. Maybe you had just lost your best friend.

——————

“So I don’t get it, was it just sex or was this guy really something special?”

Minhee was grunting as she used the ice cream scoop to dig through the carton, tossing the plastic utensil down angrily onto the granite counter with a huff when the frozen treat wouldn’t budge.

“Ugghhh–” you groaned out loud from the big plush sofa in her living room where you had plopped your lifeless body down in a huff an hour and a half ago in great need of her comfort and encouraging words.

“–I don’t know Minhee. I mean everything was supposed to be casual.”

“Well if it was supposed to be casual why are you moaning and groaning on my couch and why is this ice cream so fucking frozen?!”

It had been exactly 72 hours now since your last spoken to Minseok and your low mood had become quite obvious by now to Minhee who made you come over and spill the details of your latest guy trouble.

“So how come you never told me about this guy before? I didn’t even know you were seeing anybody…friends with benefits even…I have to admit, I’m proud.” The couch dipped as she plopped herself down next to your head and handed you a small bowl with a spoon stuck inside.

“So what’s his name? What does he do? Do I know him? You said you’ve known him for years right? I must know him. Come on…spill it.”

Kim Minseok. A.k.a. Xiumin of popular idol group EXO, your dear brother whom I have known since the 2nd grade and have spent more nights daydreaming over than any other human being on this entire planet. The man who I’ve been secretly in love with for longer than I’ve known what love was and the man who, until his most recent tour, used to call me at nearly every opportunity he could to tell me stories about his shows, send me pictures from the tour, ask me questions about my day and share secrets with me that I swore I’d take with me to my grave.

“You don’t know him.” You said as convincingly as you could manage and you felt the lie tumble down to join the countless others you had inside your belly.

The comedy you both watched together barely made a dent in your mood and when the door latch sounded out and Mrs. Kim walked through the door you looked up into her face that stared back at you with a cold unreadable expression that mirrored the one you’d seen Minseok sporting countless times.

Her phone was in her hand, still illuminated from her recent phone call and something in the way her eyes zeroed in on you, completely ignoring the greeting Minhee called out made you sit up straighter.

You felt your stomach drop with that look.

“I’ve just had a chat with Sohee’s mother–”

Scenes from your double blind date replayed like a grainy horror film in your mind. The sweet touching and the over the top flirting that Minseok laid on extra thick that night. Building Sohee’s hopes up so high while simultaneously causing a rage of jealousy in your own body.

The sound of her startled gasp when she found you and him in that bathroom…you embraced in his clutches, his hands in your hair, his firm body leaning well into you–enough to feel the steady thrum of his heart beating against your breasts, with his mouth on yours with a kiss that definitely didn’t seem like an accident or silly experiment.

“Can I have a word with you in the study please?”

You weren’t even sure how you got your legs to work at this point, your heart was pounding so hard against your ribs you were sure anyone within shouting distance could hear it.

Minhee shot you a curious look as you nodded at Mrs. Kim’s back and shrugged innocently at Minhee.

You walked down the grand hallway toward the door that stood ajar at the end with what you were sure was your certain doom on the other side of the it and when you reached the threshold you caught sight of the small woman with familiar eyes and hardly a single wrinkle on her pretty face. She was hunched slightly over a large desk with both of her hands resting flat against the surface, her darkened cell phone sat face up on the table between her hands.

“Close the door please.”

Your hands were trembling at this point but you did as you were told, anxious to just get on with it. She could call you a loser and a whore and tell you never to set foot inside her home again, effectively cutting you off forever from the people who had been like a second family to you for your whole life. You braced for it and tried your best to keep the shaking in your hands under control.

“Mrs. Kim I can expl–”

“What exactly happened on that blind date the other night?” There was an edge in her voice that sounded distinctly motherly as she cut you off instantly with her abrupt question.

Your words had been cut short and your mind scrambled for something, anything that might explain the fucking nerve you had to be caught in such a situation with her precious son, by his date no less…but she was speaking faster than your scrambling mind could work.

“I mean, what did he do to this one? Didn’t they seem to get along? Didn’t he seem to like her? And yet–”

Something was off in her words the faster she spoke and you tilted your head, trying to grasp where she was going with her impending accusation.

“Well Sohee’s mother says she came home that night refusing to even discuss Kim Minseok…wanted absolutely nothing to do with him…actually cried in her bedroom for two hours straight–”

Your jaw hung as the words left her mouth and realization hit you.

“–and is completely silent about what he did that could have possibly ruined everything so completely. I need to know. What happened that night? What did Minseok do to Sohee that would cause her to cut him off so completely?”

She didn’t know. Minseok’s mother didn’t know…which meant dear used, scorned, broken Sohee hadn’t uttered a single word to her mother or anyone else who might tell, about what she had walked in on in the bathroom that night.

Sohee… had kept her mouth shut. Whether out of respect, or solidarity, or embarrassment, you had no way of knowing but she hadn’t said a word.

As out of your control as it had been, you suddenly felt that much worse for playing any part in her deception that night.

Your mind was working now as your own little crisis seemed to smooth over and vanish with the churning tides of the room and you were quick to relay the events of the night of the blind date to Mrs. Kim as convincingly and of course as selectively as you could.

In the end you had convinced the well meaning, though obviously meddling woman that the two must have simply had some disagreement while you had left to use the restrooms, since by the time you had returned, she had already left without saying goodbye to you.

“That boy!” Mrs. Kim’s frustrations with her son, though for vastly different reasons from your own, felt comforting in their own way and you wholeheartedly nodded your head in complete agreement with her sentiment.

A distant sound made both of your heads perk up and she rose to her feet at the sound of shattering glass from what you assumed was coming from the direction of the kitchen.

You were closest to the door and you exited quickly, making your way down the hallway toward the sound of now, cursing, muttered in a slurred voice.

A unexpectedly familiar slurred voice.

When you reached the kitchen you saw him– Minseok, standing at the counter, a shattered bottle of soju at his feet and a new, unopened bottle in his hand as he hastily unscrewed the cap and lifted the bottle to his lips.

“Minseok are you okay?” Mrs. Kim was rushing toward him and you reached for her arms to stop her from walking through the broken glass that littered the floor all around him.

Her eyes followed where you pointed and Minseok stood, still steadily draining the bottle that he had just opened mere moments ago.

You saw the tremble in his hands as he slammed the empty glass onto the counter too hard and the way he closed his eyes tightly, a delayed comical wince at his mistake, told you that he was, of course very very drunk. Perhaps more so than you had ever seen him in the past.

His eyes opened up at the sight of you and something in those bloodshot eyes looked dangerous.

“What’s going on?” Minhee stumbled out from her bedroom at the commotion and your briefly turned to shoot your friend a worried look.

From the corner of your eye you saw it.

Movement.

Minseok was moving, walking straight toward where you stood, stepping right over the broken bottle at his feet, you heard the crunch of the glass under his feet and your eyes widened to see him advancing into your space.

His hands reached and you felt the tips of his fingers first as he touched your face, taking another step, more glass crunched and a quiet gasp sounded out beside you from his mother. A second gasp, in stereo, from Minhee as his hands pulled your face to his own and you felt his lips crash roughly against your own surprised parted ones.

You felt frozen. His mouth moved over yours and the grip of his hands was strong, his lips parted and his tongue pushed inside, bringing along the taste of alcohol, strong and bitter and you came to life at the taste.

You lifted your hand to his strong chest and pushed. He didn’t give. His drunkenness was too noisy for him to hear what was happening outside of his own mind right now and another hand was what it took to push him away.

He stumbled, his eyes opening in surprise to find you there, the one he was kissing in the kitchen of his parents house, in front of his mother and his sister and you saw recognition breakthrough the drunken haze.

His lips, still wet from the kiss pulled into a sweet smile and you felt the relieved exhale against your mouth as he said your name in a breathy whisper.

“You- you came back.” He slurred through drunken lips and you heard his mother calling his name, desperately trying to make sense of his erratic drunken behavior.

“I thought you were gone forever, don’t you know how much I missed you? How much I always miss you?” His eyes were on yours and his hands held their strong grip on your face as he spoke. You felt his thumb brushing sweetly against your cheek.

“Don’t leave me again okay? I love you so much, don’t leave me again.”

He was moving, his eyes looking down at your lips and you braced your hands against his chest again, ready to push him down to the ground if you had to when you felt his weight suddenly vanish completely from below your palms.

You heard a shriek from beside you and felt the tumble of his weight at your legs as he collapsed into a drunk, and now unconscious heap, at your feet.

2AM [M] - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12