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indebted | mikage reo

( ? ) reo spends money on someone who refuses to be indebted to anyone, FLUFF I SWEAR

( A/N ) why are my bllk fics literally about meeting again i think i have some strange obsession with this trope. ANW THIS FIC IS SOOO CLICHE but i think reo is cheesy like that

the sky is a pretty shade of blue, birds are chirping sweet songs from where they’re perched on branches, and cherry blossom leaves are floating along the wind; some are even pooling around his feet. love is in the air, one could say. pluck out every element you could see in a high school-inspired love song music video, and you’ll get precisely what reo is experiencing.

but none of those are what reo is looking at right now.

no, not when you’re standing before him, and his pulse is unsteady.

“i like you,” you say. “i want to go out with you.”

reo’s eyes go round, spluttering syllables that are strung together hastily. he settles with a: “w-whuuu…”

the small group of students who decided to tag along with reo all gasped and ooh?. reo doesn’t know why he’s the one feeling mortified, heat crawling up across his cheeks.

you’re staring at him with a fierce expression, refusing to back down and shy away despite the crowd. it’s like you don’t care what they think or say so long as you get your words across. he honestly respects it.

reo scratches the back of his neck, guilty for some unfamiliar reason. he’s gently rejected countless others before, so he’s unsure why he’s so reluctant this time. maybe it’s because you’re looking at him like you know what you want, and it’s making him feel flustered in a way he hasn’t felt before.

“don’t just stand there, reo!” someone butts in, as if it’s his business. as if he’s confessing or being confessed to.

you and reo turn to glare venom at the guy, who shrinks under both your gazes.

reo’s gaze finds yours once again, trying for a comforting smile.

“i’m sorry. i can’t accept your confession,” he murmurs and winces at the feigned cries of the people around him. his heart pangs painfully in his chest when he sees your crestfallen expression. “i really am sorry!” and he is. “i bet you’re nice—“

you hold up a hand, a universal sign to shut the hell up, you’re making it worse, idiot. “it’s fine. you don’t have to say anything else aside from a ‘no’, reo-san.” the smile you give him is pretty painful. or is it painfully pretty? “thank you for your time.”

reo blinks when you swivel around. he feels incredibly horrible, to be frank.

reo watches you leave until you’re out of sight, only snapping out of it when nagi shoulders him to tune back into the laughter of his classmates, teasing him relentlessly about the confession.

“man, are you always this nice to your fans?” one of them snickers. “you’re sick for leading the l/n y/n on.”

reo frowns. “i’m not leading them on, i’m just trying not to be an ass to people who admire me, unlike some people.”

“oooh…”

reo sighs, leaning against nagi’s terrifyingly solid figure. “y/n, huh?” he mumbles.

the hallways are unusually empty today. reo is usually swarmed by students from his class or even others, especially during the hour of lunch break.

there seems to be an influx of students crowding downstairs, though, judging by the faint cheers he can hear all the way from the fourth floor.

someone passes him, brushing his forearm, and reo almost ignores it.

“oh, hi, reo-san!” the voice says, and it snaps him right out of his wondering.

reo blinks, doing a double take. “ah, y/n.”

you skid to a halt, facing him over your shoulder with a pleasantly surprised expression. “you know my name already?”

reo feels caught, somehow. he doesn’t know what to say, so he nods and smoothly switches subjects. “where are you runnin’ off to?”

you don’t move from where you’ve stopped, and reo feels the need to catch up, so he jogs like an obedient dog. the nearly terrifying grin you shoot him does little to cover your amusement. “you’ve been spacing out during class, top of the class? there’s a parade going on right now for the school festival, i’m heading down to watch.”

oh. so that’s where everyone went.

in reo’s defense, he went to the bathroom minutes before break—most likely when the teacher announced anything regarding a parade. and nagi is nowhere to be seen to inform him about it. knowing nagi, he’s hiding away on some random floor’s stairs to play games on his phones quietly.

reo nudges you with an elbow and realizes halfway through that he never asked if you’re even okay with him doing that. he clears his throat, “let me come with you, then.”

“c’mon, pretty boy.” you pick up the pace, and he could’ve tripped on air hearing that. “don’t make me miss out on the fun waiting for a snail like you.”

reo makes a show of scoffing, but he can’t hide the smile in his voice.

you both make your way downstairs, chatting idly all the while. it’s small talk—mindless, almost, but reo finds himself relaxing quickly in your presence like he didn’t just meet you yesterday. like you didn’t just ask him out, and he rejected you yesterday.

“ahh, the stalls are up already?” you frown, scanning the area and onto the line of students swarming the field. “i thought they wouldn’t be serving anything this early.”

“if it’s what you’re worried about, it’ll be my treat,” reo finds himself offering without thinking.

“will it, now?”

minutes later, you two find yourselves walking out of the line of stalls with bags of snacks and street foods (even trinkets you weren’t planning to buy but reo wanted you to have). it was all a blur. reo didn’t know he could start from roaming the hallways to having a nearly empty wallet with you by his side.

blinking incredulously at the heap of bags slung over your forearms, you say, “i’ll pay next time.”

reo shrugs, pleased with himself but trying so hard not to show it. “it’s fine.”

“what? no, it’s not fine. i’ll pay you back,” you say, stern. there is no room for dispute.

“it’s really no big deal…” and it’s not. he gets enough money to fill up his wallet easily once more. upon seeing your glare, he concedes. “fine, do what you want.”

your bright smile at that response makes him realize something about you.

reo is ashamed to say it, but ever since yesterday, he’s been noticing you more and more often.

it’s embarrassing to admit that he hasn’t paid attention before, but it’s even more embarrassing to realize that he keeps finding you everywhere—it’s almost incredulous to think that he has never met you earlier.

what’s worse is that reo is excited when he does catch sight of you.

images of your moment with him come to him in a flash, and he almost fucks it all up by approaching you out of nowhere—he could, but he doesn’t know what you still think of him after that. he, for one, would feel as if he’s being pitied when the person he confessed his feelings to starts coming up to him without any good reason.

that’s the thing: reo can’t think of a good reason.

“stop overthinking,” is all nagi says to reo’s mindless rambling of his current crisis (read: above). “you shouldn’t look too deep into it, idiot. if y/n can confess to you just because, then y/n can tell you to screw off if you make things weird.”

that is surprisingly a piece of very reasonable and thought-provoking advice.

“okay,” reo says. it makes sense.

he doesn’t have to do anything, though, because nagi looks up from his phone, sees something, and tells him reo can just text him what happens because he’s heading straight home.

“what? what? where are you going, nagi?”

“reo-san—” reo jumps in surprise, “—sorry, did i scare you? haha, that was cute!” he turns and sees you grinning up at him, impudent like you hear precisely what is going in his head.

“y/n,” he says, horrified to feel sudden warmth crawling up his cheeks. how do you keep doing that? “when did you…”

“are you free? i still have to pay you back, don’t i?”

he wants to say that if you feel like you owe something, you don’t, and reo doesn’t care about the money he spent on you, seeing how much fun you had yesterday. yet the excitement evident in your voice kills off the rebuttal on the tip of his tongue.

reo finds himself laughing, mostly out of disbelief. “alright.”

you beam, his expression softens, and the sunset is beautiful this afternoon.

“come on, i know this really good place,” you tell him, reaching for his hand like it’s natural. reo’s eye catches on the charm dangling on your bag. his heart does something weird when he realizes it’s what he picked out for you. “you mentioned you like ichibo steak yesterday, right? you’re in luck.”

reo should really get checked up. he’s been feeling incredibly warm lately.

you two decide to ride a taxi. reo texts nagi that he is out on a platonic—emphasized platonic, in bold, italic, and even underlined—date with you, as friends, and all because you felt guilty. the sticker nagi sends in return says he does not care.

along the way, you two fall into easy conversation once again. reo feels so relaxed that he doesn’t realize until later how wide his grin is. and when he does, it’s when he starts to notice everything else, too.

“it’s weird! i just passed them, and they gave me weird looks. i wanted to square up and ask, what? you wanna fight? i would beat them, no doubt,” you say, huffing. reo chuckles a little. at the sound, you pout. “what’re you laughing at? you don’t believe me?”

“of course i believe you.”

you grin. “that’s right.”

the car stops, and you pay for the ride before reo could even blink and lead him outside. your enthusiasm is endearing, reo has to admit. it feels like you actually like him and like being with him.

the gentle hold you have on him, the way your fingers are absentmindedly rubbing circles on his skin, the way his brain is melting out of his ears—when did he get so soft like this? it’s insane.

it probably means he is happy to have you as a friend, right?

in a seat for four people, reo pointedly decides to sit next to you because sitting across would make it look weird—it will feel like an actual date, and reo is not sure how he can handle the thought of that.

you don’t question it, and reo feels embarrassed to think you probably think he’s so strange that you don’t blink at it. instead, you tug him closer by the sleeve, pointing at his favorite food with sparkling eyes. it’s adorable. you’re so damn excited that it’s rubbing off on him.

reo’s mouth again runs off before his brain can catch up. “are you alright with us hanging out like this? after…”

you understand immediately. reo can’t quite see your expression properly because you’re leaning down to study the menu; however, your answer seems unfazed: “i don’t mind. i like you, don’t i? you already knew that, so that’s a silly question.”

you turn to him, smiling. “of course i’d like being with you, too.”

“ah.” reo’s face is on fire. “so… why did you even like me?”

“hm.” you make a motion of rubbing your index finger and thumb together. “money.”

reo eyes you with a scrunched nose, speechless.

you laugh brightly. “kidding! kidding! kind of.” reo nudges your knee with his as a warning. “okay, okay. i thought you’re cute, alright?”

“really?”

“really.”

it’s almost enough to make him forget how your face fell when he rejected you. almost.

is it normal to think about that so much?

(no. the answer is no, obviously. but reo doesn’t want to think about the reason why it’s a no.)

reo slouches against the seat, his arm brushing against your side. “oh.”

“that was so good,” reo groans. he burps inelegantly afterward, laughing along with you. “fuck, you were right. i’m coming back here again.”

you snort, waving your fork around. “i told you! i’m never wrong, don’t doubt me about anything ever again.” there’s sauce on the side of your mouth; reo brushes it off with his thumb without thinking, as if in a trance.

you pause, going still. you’re staring at him wide-eyed, flustered, and reo finds himself thinking that he likes that look on you.

he snaps out of it the second after, blushing profusely. “sorry, i don’t—” to save himself from explaining, he calls for the waiter for the bill instead. real smooth, reo. did it like a real rich kid.

“hey, wait, why are you paying?” you ask, frowning.

“you already paid for the ride earlier, remember? you don’t owe me anything right now, so let me pay.”

“reo—”

the waiter comes, reo scans the receipt quickly, and slips money in. he also tells them to keep the change, to which the waiter starts bowing and thanking him for, which probably means he paid them more than he’s supposed to.

you slump, bottom lip jutted out. “now i’m indebted to you again.”

reo grins. “i know.”

you become something else to him entirely. more than friends, though not quite lovers. tip-toeing lines, ready to risk it all, but never crossing over.

reo laments this to nagi, who he realizes suddenly becomes an expert.

“for someone who didn’t hesitate to reject y/n, you’re quick to regret it every day,” nagi remarks. “don’t be stupid, reo. the answer is right there— oh, i lost.” nagi is sad now, not that reo can see it because he’s having a crisis.

by the time reo realizes that what he feels for you is more than a simple crush, it’s far too late. he’s on the bus, your last message with him is a goodbye, and his life is flipped upside down.

TIMESKIP

reo sits alone on a bench in the middle of a public park, holding a popsicle and checking his watch occasionally. his knee bounces, impatient, but his last text will stay as: i’ll wait for you no matter how long.

he sighs, his head slowly tilting up to face the sky.

it’s as beautiful as he remembers it—the day he regrets more than anything. all that’s left is for birds to chirp and leaves to dance around his feet.

he had to reject his friends’ offer to go out, as it’s not often blue lock members are given off days. however, it’s a small price to pay if he gets to see you again.

“i’m here!”

reo nearly jolts in surprise, his whole body instinctively preening at the familiar melody of your voice. he turns, and his heart bursts.

it’s been so long. too long. yet every detail about you is still the same as he daydreams about when it gets a little too lonely: from your smile to the way you’re looking at him with overwhelming fondness. there’s no mistaking it—the happiness tickling his chest says more than words could.

he is so fucking in love.

you stand there, a little nervous and hesitant like you’re ready to run with one wrong move.

so reo won’t fuck this up. not anymore or ever.

“y/n,” he breathes, tugging you by the arm to pull you closer. “i missed you.”

“i missed you, too,” you say, melting in his grasp. “i didn’t think you’d— i didn’t expect you to still want to see me after high school.”

“don’t be stupid,” he chides, gently flicking your forehead. “of course i’d want to see you.” your gaze shifts to the plastic he’s holding in his other hand, and he almost smacks his face for forgetting. “right, here. i bought you ice cream because it’s a bit hot today. thought you’d like it.”

“so thoughtful,” you coo, poking his cheek before gratefully taking the popsicle from him.

he pats the vacant spot next to him. it took all his willpower and rationality to not gesture his lap.

“um,” you fidget, tongue darting out quickly to lick on the icy treat. reo is not getting distracted, he’s not. “what was the question you said you wanted to ask? that text almost made me want to chuck my phone across the room, you know? we haven’t talked for months, and that’s the first thing you send me.”

“sorry,” reo can’t help but chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “i just want to do this before i regret anything again.”

“you have regrets with me?” you frown, hurt.

reo nods, and fuck it, reaches out to cup your chin. there’s a smidge of melted ice cream; he swipes it away with a thumb. “the day we met,” he says distractedly.

there’s a moment where you can only look at him incredulously, a little offended. but understanding dawns on your face soon after. “that was the day i confessed.”

he nods, proud. “you’re still indebted to me, aren’t you?”

“yes? you made sure you were the last one to pay for anything when you won me that plushie at the arcade a week before you left,” you recall fondly.

“alright, then.” reo takes your free hand to pull you closer to him, stunning you to silence. the popsicle starts melting at the sides—it could be from the heat or from how intense reo is staring at you. “pay me back by going out with me. as your boyfriend.”

THIS IS SO RUSHED I KNOWWW but take it and appreciate it please i dont even kno where the reo brainworms came from

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k-femdove · 1 year

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Teach Me || Q.K

inspired by the one and only dematus and gentlyfillmyveins on ao3!

pairing :: sub!qian kun x dom!gn!reader

warnings :: omegaverse, boypussy omega kun, kun is a TA, alpha!reader (has a dick- can be read whatever gender), reader is a student, mr. lee is taeyong, tutoring, porn w/o plot, like it’s just porn, reader loves his scent, omega slick, like lots of it, and cum too, not explicitly stated but 100% consensual, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, overstimulation, kun is a tsundere, reader has a massive cock, fucking on a table, kun squirts once, reader calls him princess, mindbreak, breeding kink, kun is a slutty lil pillow princess, knotting, passing out, reader takes photos of him passed out, slight somnophilia (reader makes kun taste cum while he’s asleep), fucking with glasses on, jesus Christ how did I fit all of this

word count :: 2.5k... i got a little carried away with the content

Synopsis :: You've always had a thing for pretty, smart, older men.

playlist link here! or listen to “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado

You were never the best student. You didn't mean to be so unfocused; it just turned out like that. Whether talking with your friend or scribbling on your paper until it bore you to death, your attention would be on everything but the lesson.

"Y/n, could you stay for a moment?" Your professor, Mr. Lee, called out after most of the class had left. He sat at his desk, his younger TA next to him. Both were young- maybe less than a decade older than you?

"What's up?" You asked, leaning onto the desk.

Despite asking, you already knew it was about your grades. Even though your performance was lacking, it wouldn't hurt to improve.

"As you may know, your recent assignments have been lackluster." He began, looking the papers over. "It may be a good idea to get a tutor. I've spoken to Mr. Qian about it, and I trust him enough to provide you with the help you need. What do you say?"

Mr. Qian? You glanced at the TA next to your professor. Hm. So that was his last name. You had never really spoken before, so you knew him as Kun. He was soft-spoken and very well-mannered, always speaking eloquently. The man was never in the same part of the room as you, so you didn't pay much attention to him.

You smiled, turning back to Mr. Lee. "When do we start?"

When you agreed to private sessions, this was not what you hoped would happen. It was Sunday morning, and the warmth of fall was still present.

Then Kun walked in. As you opened the door to let him in, a strong omega scent hit you like lightning. It reminded you of strawberry candy, the type you'd find in those tiny plastic wrappers. You know, the ones you'd find in a typical Asian store. There was a strange depth to it that was more than just candy. The sweetness was intoxicating, so easy to breathe in and savor.

You could feel your mouth water as you led him to your coffee table- god, had he always smelt this heavenly?

Not only that, but he suddenly appeared much more attractive. His silver-rimmed glasses lay perfectly on his face. You began to scan his clothes discreetly, eyes pleasantly surprised.

He noticed your gaze as he let out an awkward chuckle. His hand moved up to adjust the sleeve of his sweater. It was a light blue with white stripes at the collar, like a vest he usually wore over a collared shirt. You glanced at the sweater again. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it.

"I guess I am a little underdressed. It's warm today- I hope you don't mind?"

"Oh, of course not." You said, snapping out of your trance. "I don't mind at all."

You didn't mind an hour ago. Now you wished you said otherwise.

As Kun was halfway through a lengthy and detailed explanation, you were practically glaring at him. A sleeve of his sweater slipped off his shoulder, exposing his collarbone.

Dirty thoughts filled your head. Him without the sweater. Him moaning as you marked his gorgeous collarbones. Him bending over as he begged for your cock-

"Y/n, are you listening?" He said, waving a hand in front of your face.

Your head jolted back up to look at his concerned face, desperately trying to hide your spontaneous boner. Fuck, you just got a boner from your teacher. This day couldn't possibly get worse.

"Are you okay? You've zoned out this whole time." He said, genuinely worried.

"I-I'm sorry." You blurted out, eyes darting around the room. "I'm just distracted."

"Distracted?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Distracted by what?"

"By- well- this." You explained, gesturing to his hole whole appearance.

"This?" Kun repeats, now mildly offended. Then he looks down at your raging hard-on and back at your flustered face. "Oh... Oh."

Another wave of his scent fills the air around you. You begin to lose control of your senses, leaning in closer. Your pupils dilate, and your eyes fill with lust as you breathe it in.

Kun begins to panic as the scent of your arousal continues to trigger his, his panties already dampening.

He had to admit you were attractive, catching himself staring a few times in class, but he had never expected it to go this far.

"T-This is so inappropriate." He stuttered out. "I'm supposed to be your teacher!"

"Inappropriate? My entire apartment smells like you! You're the one wearing that stupid sweater!" You exclaimed.

"You've never had a problem with my scent before!"

"That's because you've never looked this fucking sexy!"

Kun falters for a moment, eyes wide open. "Wait, looked? I thought it was just the scent!"

"No, it's just you! Stop seducing me!" You say, hands on his shoulders.

"And if I don't?" He replies quietly, testing the waters.

You pull him in closer, inches away from his face. Kun starts to leak as your pheromones affect him.

"I'll fuck you until you can't even walk."

He whimpers as you kiss him, hand palming your erection. A small string of saliva connects you as you pull away. You trail kisses down to his collarbone, where you suck harshly on the skin you've wanted to mark, eliciting a faint whine.

You shove his back onto the table and pull his jeans off, throwing them god knows where. You’re met with the sight of his gorgeous legs, smooth to the touch. As your eyes move up his thighs, you move a hand to rub him through his soaked panties.

“Stop teasing me….” He pleads, unconsciously pushing his lower half onto your hand.

You laugh at his eagerness and place a hand on his hips, preventing him from moving.

You hum lightly and inch the pretty panties off him, placing them on the side of the table.

His scent grows stronger as you spread his legs, exposing a pink, hairless, and virtually untouched pussy. Your mouth watered as copious amounts of slick began to drip on the floor.

“God, you're going to be the death of me...” you mutter, feasting on him with your eyes.

You eagerly lean in and begin kissing his thighs. Kun groans as you guide your mouth everywhere but his pussy.

As Kun begins to grow irritated, a gasp escapes his mouth as you lick a stripe on his pussy. The taste of his arousal spreads through your mouth.

If the scent of him drove you crazy, his taste was on another level. It had vanilla and strawberry undertones, sweet and sugar-like.

You dove back in, licking circles around his clit. Kun mewled as you moved your tongue down to his entrance, hungrily tasting the slick he let gush out. Your tongue easily entered him, plunging in and out.

“F-Fuck,” he said, moans growing louder. “I’m so close.”

Just as his thighs began to shake, you pulled away completely. Kun let out a loud whine, desperately trying to chase after his lost orgasm.

Once you were positive that the buildup was lost, you easily plunged a finger into his hole. Slick or not, it wouldn't hurt to prep him a bit more.

You took your free hand and slid it up his sweater, caressing his nipple. Kun’s breath hitched and his thighs instinctively squeezed together.

You forced them apart again, inserting a second finger and sucking harshly on his clit. He let out a surprised yelp that quickly turned into loud, needy moans.

Your fingers curled up as you thrust them deeper, eventually finding his G-spot. You pressed up against it, thrusting in and out.

Kun’s entire body shook as he neared orgasm yet again, only for you to halt your movements. He makes a pained noise as he attempts to fuck himself back onto your fingers, but the stimulation was lost.

You laughed at his reaction, already pushing a third finger into him. The slide was incredibly easy and your fingers jabbed against his G-spot once more.

He sobbed as arousal pooled in his stomach, nearing his high again. He panted heavily and moved to take his glasses off, but you grabbed his hand.

“Don’t.” You said, looking at his disheveled appearance, his glasses beginning to fog from the heat. “They make you look sexy.”

Kun whimpers as you continue to finger fuck him, so close to the edge- closer than you'd ever pushed him. He squeezes his eyes shut in the hope that you’ll let him cum, only seconds away from his orgasm.

A broken sob escapes his lips when you pull your fingers out completely, licking them clean.

“You- You're so mean...” He cries, eyes glossy and beautiful.

“Me? Mean? I don’t think you should be insulting a student, Mr. Qian.”

Kun winces as reality hits him. He bites his lip and looks at you, teary-eyed.

“I hate you, y/n.” He whimpers, averting his eyes away from you.

You smirk at him, eyes filled with lust. “You say you hate me, but your slick is getting all over the floor... Again. Tell me, sir. Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

He bites his lip before glancing at you. “Please...” He whimpers again, spreading his legs farther apart.

You smile, unzipping your pants and pulling your massive cock out of your underwear. Kun widens his eyes at the size. He’d never taken anything like that before.

Your cock throbs as you swipe a glob of precum with your finger and point it at Kun’s mouth.

The man catches on immediately and eagerly takes your digits into his mouth, moaning from the taste. Another wave of arousal gushes from his entrance, and you lick it up before your floor can become even wetter.

Kun moans as you push your cock in, already pushing against his G-spot.

“Halfway there, princess.” You say, grasping his hips and pushing him farther down.

Only half? He thinks, already feeling filled to the brim.

He screamed as you shoved yourself inside, stretching his insides as you buried yourself balls-deep inside of him. He couldn't believe how full he felt, how much pain mixed with pleasure.

It only takes a few small thrusts before Kun already feels like cumming, his denied orgasms making him a thousand times more sensitive.

You grunt as his velvety soft walls begin to clench around you, so you pull out completely.

He cries out at the feeling of being empty, grinding his hips into the air.

“Fuck, please!” He whines.

“Please what?”

“C-cum! Please let me cum!” He pleads, but you pound into him before he can even finish talking.

His stomach bulged as you thrust deeper inside him, reaching places no one else could. He gasped as he felt himself stretch further than he thought possible.

The sudden sensation caused him to squirm wildly, trying desperately to escape the pleasure. It only intensified the feeling as he struggled to cope with it. The pain and pleasure were almost unbearable, yet it felt so good.

Before Kun knew it, his orgasm hit him like a truck. The room filled with his pretty noises as he clenched around your cock, cumming all over it.

Panting heavily, he rode out his orgasm before realizing that you weren't stopping. The pleasure turned to the pain of overstimulation. His thighs shook as you thrust into him, pleasure slowly taking over his body.

“Ah, wait- what are you doing?” He moaned as you pounded into him ruthlessly as if you didn’t care about how he felt.

“You said you wanted to cum, right princess?” You said, hand massaging his clit.

Kun screams as he squirts all over your cock before coming a second time, having no time to recover as you continue to thrust into him.

He cried out as you fucked him hard, causing his body to shake uncontrollably. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, causing him to feel like he was going to pass out. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, yet another orgasm washes over him.

“You good, princess? We’re nowhere near done yet.”

He nods lazily as you coax orgasm after orgasm out of him. His eyes are glued shut at this point and his voice is hoarse from moaning like a slut. He feels so faded that he can't even remember how many times he’s come, the morning turned to the afternoon as you fucked the living shit out of him.

“Fuck me harder!” He begs, his insides practically memorizing the shape of your cock. “Ah- please! Breed me full of your pups! ♡! ♡♡!”

You take a moment to admire your work. The once-composed and eloquent TA was reduced to nothing but a babbling mess. His sweet scent was long gone and replaced with the smell of pure sex.

You considered his request. You knew he wouldn't get pregnant, so what harm would there be?

Kun cums one last time, clenching even harder around you. You feel your knot expanding, catching against his rim.

With one final thrust, you bury yourself in him. Cum shoots deep inside him in regular 5-minute intervals, filling him up until you can see a faint bulge in his stomach.

Kun is pretty much passed out, so you scroll mindlessly on your phone until your knot comes down.

When the time comes, you ready your camera and pull your cock out. Thick and slick gushes out into a small bowl (you had prepared for this beforehand) and you snap one too many photos.

Kun looks majestic. He's wearing nothing but his oversized sweater and his collarbone is exposed, covered in dark hickeys. His hair is ruffled in a post-sex mess, and glasses laying on the tip of his nose.

You take a few photos of his gaping hole, pink and clenching around nothing. You hum before scooping a generous amount of the cum-slick mixture with your fingers and feeding it to him as he lets out a small moan in his sleep. You clean him up a bit before getting dressed and cleaning up your apartment, which smelled an awful lot like strawberry candy (courtesy of a large amount of slick on your floor), and your citrusy scent.

Once done, you lay in bed next to Kun before falling asleep, holding his body close to yours.

By the time you woke up, the man was already gone.

True to your word, Kun showed up to school the next day stumbling and with a noticeable limp. He had done a good job cleaning himself though, and all remnants of sex were gone.

You giggled as Mr. Lee and numerous students approached him asking if he was okay, concern painted on their faces.

Right before the lesson began, you approached Mr. Lee as he spoke with Kun.

“I've been having trouble with this lesson, so could Mr. Qian sit with me? I've learned over our session that he's good at many things.”

Kun’s eyes widen and he nearly chokes on his spit, face growing red.

Thankfully for him, the professor doesn't seem to catch on, and now Kun is taking a seat in the back of the class with you.

The tension seems to ease as you stay silent for most of the class, but you turn to him halfway through and place a hand on his thigh.

You can already smell his scent releasing again before you lean in and whisper something into his ear.

“We’re still on for that session Wednesday, right princess?”

a/n :: decided to post this while you guys wait for first love pt.2... it’s not very good but it’s what we have for now (i literally wrote this at like 3am bc I was horny or something...) i’ve been dreaming of tutor!kun and we need more boypussy sub!idol fics !!

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maknae line + making up after a fight

a/n: part one with the argument can be found here and hyung line's verson is here! i think the one for seokmin is like the cutest thing i've ever come up with. like i'm gushing, rolling on the floor, thrashing, crying just thinking about it. hopefully u will feel the same way sorry not sorry :p anyways i didn't have much work today so i decided to work on this earlier than i planned c: please like and reblog if you enjoy this!

w/c: 2.0k

seokmin

the next morning after your fight, both you and seokmin are, naturally, more level headed than before, but the wounds are still fresh. both of you being on the more emotional side, it'll take a bit more than one night's of sleep to *fully* refresh your minds, but right now you guys are as calm as you can be given the circumstances. when you wake up, he'd still be asleep, and you would slip out of bed carefully to make yourself some coffee in the kitchen while you wait for him. it'll take some time, but soon seokmin will be crawling out of bed too, silently joining you in the kitchen as you place the cup of coffee you made for him on the counter. he almost doesn't notice it. almost. when he looks down at the mug, he has to blink twice to realize which one it is. the mug is black with a big fat red heart in the middle, words in white reading out "i <3 you." it was a cheesy souvenir you'd bought him ages ago when you first started dating and went on trip to new york by yourself, but seokmin loved it so much he vowed to only use it on special occasions to "preserve it's greatness." the last time he used the mug was on his birthday around two months ago, tucking it back into it's safe corner in your cupboard to take out on the next special day. right now, his eyes flicker between the mug and your face as you look down, face burning as you wait for his response. seokmin can feel the emotions bubbling up inside of him, but it's not like last night—it isn't harsh, or heated, or angry—no, it's warm and fuzzy. in fact, his heart is swelling with so much love for you that he can't even remember why he was mad in the first place, quickly reaching over and bringing you in for a tight hug. you nearly start crying when you feel his arms around you, choking back quiet tears as he rests his head into the crook of your neck, murmuring soft "i love yous."

mingyu

you wake up before mingyu, somewhat in a haze and trying to cuddle closer to him as he has an arm draped of your waist, before you remember the events of the night before. you'd suddenly be tentative of your next moves because while you're much calmer right now, you were the one who suggested sleeping in different rooms, guilt slowly creeping up your spine. you kind of just lay there for a few moments, turning your head so you can take a look at his face which looks much more peaceful than the frustrated expression that donned his face the night before. you sigh sadly, realizing that you kind of need to solve this issue right now or else you won't have peace of mind, choosing to place a hand on his shoulder and gently tap on his bicep so he can stir awake. it takes a few groans and incoherent mumbles for mingyu to finally blink his eyes open, eyes lazily following your gaze to land on you, taking a deep inhale as you both just stare at each other while laying down. you're the first to speak, "i really wanted to talk. sorry for waking you," you'd mumble sheepishly, realizing that you didn't think of what you actually wanted so say. you're half expecting mingyu to scoff, wondering if his anger from the night before didn't wear out, so it's easy to say you'd be pleasantly surprised when he throws you a half smile, nodding his head and propping himself on the headboard, replying a simple, "it's okay. i want to talk too." the next moments are spent with you both still under the covers but talking, and it's not yelling like the night before, no, it's an actual discussion. it progresses well, and by the end of it both you and mingyu are embarrassed by how simple the solution was, realizing that this whole issue could have been resolved much easier if you were both more...level headed. safe to say that mingyu would feel extremely bad for the rest of the day, being extra clingy and not leaving your side no matter what you do.

minghao

arguments with minghao hardly ever escalate to the point where either of you is still upset or angry the next morning, if at all. of course, if discussion still needs to happen, it will, and that's exactly what would happen the morning after your fight the night before. you'd both wake up around the same time and minghao would encourage you to get out of bed so you could talk about this face to face, sitting at the table. you'd sit down across from each other, maintaining a little distance for the sake of your hearts, and then he'd reach a hand over and hold yours the entire time through your conversation, squeezing it lightly whenever he feels you needed reassurance or a reminder that he loves you and always will. the conversation is over quick, and you're glad the issue out of the way so soon, standing up so minghao can pull you into a deep hug. he'd press your face into his chest, loving the way you instinctively wrap your arms around his torso as he presses soft kisses into your forehead. once he pulls back he'd stare at you for a few moments and murmur, "i love you so much," before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips. after that, things would go pretty much back to normal but i like to think that he might just baby you a little extra today.

seungkwan

after making you cry so much the night before, seungkwan would hardly be able to sleep the entire night. he'd try his best to not toss and turn since you were sleeping so peacefully right next to him, but ever time he closes his eyes the image of your tear streaked face pops up into the forefront of his mind and he finds himself crumbling all over again. but as miserable as he'd feel, seungkwan doesn't want to wallow in self pity, instead using all the time that he's awake to brainstorm ways to make things up for you. he is finally able to sleep, luckily, but wakes up earlier in the morning than usual as you're usually up before him. he takes you sleeping as a chance to slip out and into the kitchen where he tries his absolute best to cook something nice for breakfast. he'd be a bit clumsy with it, but the final product would be something very much to your liking, so the slight irritation you feel when you're woken up to the sound of pots and pans clanging against each other would wither away when you saw the meal he prepared for you. once he notices you in the kitchen, he'd grow slightly flustered before putting down whatever kitchen tools he's holding and greet you good morning before encouraging you to sit down. you'd do so silently, not expecting seungkwan to start rambling out an apology so fast and desperate that you'd need to put your hands on his shoulders and say, "baby, baby, slow down, please?" and he'd take a deep breath and realize that it was too much and start over but more clearly. his words are thought through, you realize and it starts a nice and calm conversation between the two of you. give it like twenty minutes and the air would be cleared and the issue would be resolved and seungkwan would have his arms wrapped around you so fucking tightly while continuing to whisper out apologies, causing you to hit his shoulder lightly and tell him to shut up because you forgive him and you love him and that nothing else matters.

vernon

vernon would be up before you, and similar to seungkwan, would be stressing the whole night just out of the guilt. he knows you were frustrated with him the night before, and frankly, he's frustrated with himself now. definitely feels like he could have been more responsive the night before...it's just that his emotions were so clouded that nothing was really processing in his brain. now that he's had the night to rest and think and all, he's ready to really take on the situation, determined to not make the same mistakes as before. when you wake up finally, you'd find him sitting on the living room couch, nervously twiddling his fingers together, jumping up when he notices you. stuttering out a quick good morning, you'd ask him why he's up before you, since that's not normal, causing him to bashfully admit, "i couldn't sleep. i wanna talk to you." you frown at the thought of him not being able to sleep well, but nod anyways, joining his side so you can sit face-to-face on the couch. "i'm sorry," vernon would say once you settle down, "but last night my mind just wasn't working. i know that's not fair to you, but i'm ready to talk now," he explains and you shoot him a small, thankful smile before beginning to speak. you speak your mind in small chunks, letting vernon take it in and respond on his own. things are going much slower than before, but at least you're both talking and it's calm, it's responsive, and most of all, it's getting you somewhere. within around half an hour you'd both be wrapped up in each other's arms now that the issue's resolved. you'd giggle as vernon presses a kiss onto your neck, murmuring something along the lines of, "vernon! we need to eat!" only causing him to shake his head and say, "nuh-uh. i'm keeping you here all day long."

chan

when you wake up, you're still in chan's arms, as expected—ever since you started sharing a bed, neither you or him have been able to sleep well without being pressed up against each other. your back is facing his and for a moment you think he's still asleep, but when you gently try to shuffle out of his embrace to get up, you're surprised to feel him tug bag. you'd look down, whispering, "you awake channie?" and the use of his nickname would have his heart clenching. he'd hum something in response that's supposed to come off as a yes, loosening his hold on you as you both sit up so you can turn to look at him. he rubs his eyes a few times as you shift your body so it's facing his, and as soon as his vision is cleared he notices the frown on your face. you don't look upset or angry, rather...the look on your face is solemn, and he immediately reminded of the night before. "hey," he murmurs, reaching his hand out, "can we talk? like right now?" you nod quickly in agreement, squeezing his fingers back gently. you two begin talking about the situation and at some point you start crying—just a little—but enough to have chan pulling you into your arms to calm you down before letting the conversation resume. you're both determined to not have a screaming match like last night and do everything in your power to make sure that while you're communicating your emotions, things don't get out of hand. it takes a bit of time but the issue is soon resolved, and once even a hint of a smile is making its way onto your face, chan is swooping down to capture your lips to a kiss that's so passionate it has you falling backward on the bed, back hitting the mattress. you laugh lightly and the sound is literally fucking music to his ears, and you both bask in the feeling of each other in your arms.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN || CLOSURE

SYPNOSIS (of chapter). in which you thought you were getting better.

SYPNOSIS (of series). breaking up with your first love was heartbreaking, but not as heartbreaking as getting invited to his wedding after years of not seeing him. that is, until things seem to be easier when you encounter a certain guest, who could end up being more than just a blooming friend to you.

CHARACTERS. kamisato ayato, diluc ragnvindr, and thoma (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. fluff/angst/no-comfort, swearing (dropped the f-bomb 3 times), mentions of violence (almost getting hit/slapped), sh1nsuke 🤢🤢🤢, mentions of yelling, mentions of threats, mentions of jeanluc, reader is an emotional person

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WORD COUNT. 6.4k words

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POST-SCRIPT. AAAAA after 3-4 weeks, i finally updated !! super sorry for the delay, ill try and see if i can publish the next one next week during school (no promises tho) 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

PREVIOUS || NEXT || VERSADIES’S VERSION (PROCEED THIS LINK FOR FLUFF LOVERS)

The next day after all has happened, Zhongli noticed how you seem to be… happier.

You really weren’t lying when you told him last night that you and Diluc have been getting along pretty well, because you surely never seem to take your eyes off of your phone as you type out responses to your newly found friend the whole time in the hotel room.

By the time you take your eyes off your phone is when you came out of the hotel room to do your activities for the day, such as eating breakfast, taking a stroll around the garden once more, visiting the convenience store once again, hanging out with a friend of yours by Good Hunter, and so on.

The thing is, all of these had one thing in common.

Besides a certain experience, you kept seeing a certain red-haired man to the point where it’s no longer a coincidence. Do you two just really have the same schedule or something?

As you lined up for the buffet with your plate in hand, you were tempted to grab your phone and check if you received any message from a certain man, still smiling from enjoying your last conversation with him on the phone.

It wasn’t until you hear someone clearing his throat behind you when you turn around from recognizing it, causing your eyes to brighten at the sight of the familiar man you’ve been talking to for the past hour earlier.

“Diluc!” You greeted happily.

“( Name ).” He greeted, also pleasantly surprised.

“I thought you were out for work already! Didn’t you mention you often go to Angel’s Share early?” You ask curiously.

He nodded in response. “I do. Just not today it seems, I have something important to do today.”

The two of you started picking your foods by the time the food is now displayed in front of you after taking a step forward, choosing what you want to eat for breakfast all the while chatting with Diluc – a major difference a few days ago when you and the man were suffering from the awkward silence between you two.

Turns out, Diluc supposedly had a plus one, but the person wasn’t able to make it due to not having time, hence how he finds himself being alone. Today, however, is the day when the plus one visits the hotel just to greet the wedding couple and wish them well, who will be leaving tomorrow for their honeymoon.

You’re curious to know who his plus one is, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it’s someone as important and highly regarded as him.

Once you two finished picking your meal at the same time, you started heading towards where Zhongli is, who’s waiting for you to come at last. You paid no mind how Diluc is following you, perhaps he’s heading towards his table as well that’s in the same direction as yours.

“You could sit with me and Zhongli if you want. You two seem to know each other back then before we visited your establishment.” You offered with a smile, carefully holding your plate in fear of dropping it.

He shakes his head. “Oh I’ll be alright. Mr. Zhongli has visited Mondstadt back then a few times and would come by for a nice tea and brunch. Though, he tends to have his chatty friend with him whenever he does.”

You can’t help but grin when he mentioned the chatty friend. “You mean Venti?”

Diluc nodded. “Yes. He usually comes around to drink a lot of alcohol. It’s a miracle he didn’t get any sickness from drinking so much.”

You visibly imagine Venti drinking lots of alcohol, causing you to laugh at the thought. “Well I’m not surprised to hear that. He seems the kind to do that.”

Before you knew it, you’re finally at your table, causing you to stop your tracks instantly and bid Diluc goodbye before sitting on your seat. If it weren’t for you noticing Zhongli waving at you as well as Diluc slowing down his walk, you would’ve not noticed the fact that you almost walked past your table thanks to you being distracted with your conversation.

“Let’s talk again next time. Enjoy your meal, Diluc.” You said as you watched Diluc giving you an acknowledged nod before walking away to where his table is.

By the time Diluc is long far away, Zhongli decides to speak up after taking a sip of his tea. “You know, I was starting to think you were too busy being indecisive on your food, but I suppose I was wrong.” He said with amusement.

You chuckled, picking up your eating utensils. “Consider yourself lucky that I wasn’t in the mood to eat seafood, lest I decide to tease you with it.”

You feel satisfied seeing the cringe look on his face, grinning to yourself as you take a bite of your food.

–

After eating breakfast, you and Zhongli went back to your hotel room and got ready for your first activity. While your friend is getting ready to go somewhere, you decided to go visit the convenience store to buy some snacks.

You wanted to try something new this time, so you decided to choose snacks that are from Mondstadt instead of Liyue or Inazuma. Of course, you wouldn’t forget the ones Zhongli wanted, particularly another certain drink.

“It’s a non-alcoholic drink called Fruits of the Festival.” He says as he zips his bag that contains the things he needed. “Venti recommended that we drink some now that there are a lot of them in stock for the celebration of the upcoming Weinlesefest festival.”

With that in mind, perhaps you should’ve taken into consideration that the drink would possibly be out of stock soon , because by the time you encounter the aisle that supposedly contains the Fruits of the Festival, there was only one bottle left.

Just as you’re about to take the bottle, you didn’t notice how someone else was reaching out to it as well, causing your hand to touch his.

Surprised, you look at the person who’s getting the same item as you, only to be even more surprised when you realize who it is.

“...Diluc?”

“( Name )?”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, not believing that you saw your friend again coincidentally. “Oh wow, I didn’t expect to see you here! Are you trying to get this one?” You asked, gesturing to the drink you’re still touching.

He hums in agreement. “Don’t worry, I could always get the other one.” He said, about to let go until you immediately let go of it.

“Ah no, no, no! It’s better if you take this one since it’s the last one. Consider it a payment for letting me have the grape juice last time.” You said with a laugh, gesturing to the man to take the drink.

He shakes his head, letting go of the drink. “It’s fine, you can take it. I wouldn’t want you to miss out tasting something such as the Fruits of the Festival.”

You refuse to get the drink. “Oh come on, it’s better if you’re the one who’ll get this.”

“No, no. It’s fine.”

“Just get it, Diluc.”

“I prefer you getting it.”

“No you–”

Suddenly, someone else takes the drink in front of the two of you, causing you to flinch in surprise.

“Brother Albedo! Is this blue drink the one you’re talking about?” A little girl with a red dress says before running towards where her brother is with the drink in hand, leaving you and Diluc stunned.

“...”

You can’t help but laugh. “Oh man, this reminds me of what happened back then.” You said, remembering the way you and Diluc fell into the same situation and kept insisting on who’s taking the drink.

His lips twitch upward. “Likewise. We really have come a long way after that.”

You nodded in agreement with a smile. “We have. Though it’s really a shame none of us got the drink. I’m sure they’ll restock soon.”

“We can visit tomorrow if you’d like.” Diluc offers. “I’m sure my plus one will be asking to go visit the store to buy some together, you can join us.”

You shake your head. “Ah, no need! I wouldn’t want to bother you catching up with whoever your plus one is. I’m sure I’ll eventually be able to try it when I hang out with my friend later.”

He nods in understanding. “Very well then. I hope you’ll enjoy the drink. If you somehow weren’t able to drink it, you could always visit Angel’s Share. It’ll be available today or tomorrow.”

Your eyes brighten, remembering the delightful establishment. Now that you think about it, you do miss their drinks there – so it wouldn’t exactly hurt to go there before you and Zhongli leave to the airport. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks again, Diluc.”

“See you next time, ( Name ).”

Then you two parted ways, unaware that next time is very much later.

–

After coming back to the hotel from the convenience store, you were itching to go visit the garden after passing by the entrance. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to wait there for your friend instead of here when it’s time for you two to hang out.

Which is what led you to immediately get ready for your hangout once you finished unpacking the things you bought from the store.

“How do I look?” You ask Zhongli as you come out from the bathroom, now fully dressed for your brunch. “Do I look alright?”

You watched as your friend looked away from his book, looking at your outfit carefully before nodding in confirmation with a smile. “Yes, you look great.”

You sigh in relief, grabbing your bag from your bed to start packing up your things. “That’s good. What will you be doing while I’m gone?”

Zhongli shrugs in response. “I don’t have any plans for today, but a walk around the garden would be nice later.”

“Alright. I’ll be back in a while.” You said, checking your phone for any messages (from a certain man) before putting it inside your bag.

“Have fun, ( Name ). Don’t forget to tell Diluc I said hi.” He said with a chuckle, remembering what you told him about the wine tycoon today.

Your mouth opens agape. “Wow– Alright, whatever. Have fun too, Zhongli.”

As you zip your bag closed after getting all the things you need, you immediately head towards the door. Maybe I should try taking pictures of some of the scenery, You thought to yourself.

Fortunately the trip to the garden didn’t take long, and by the time you entered the hotel’s beautiful garden, you delightfully inhaled the fresh air. Thank Celestia it’s a good day today, you thought, looking around your surroundings.

As you walk around the area trying to find a place to sit on, you bring out your phone to take a few pictures. You were so fascinated with how each flower looked amazing in the pictures you took – with the lightning and atmosphere bringing ethereal energy to your pictures.

While admiring the pictures you took, you didn’t notice a person walking towards the same direction as you, causing you to accidentally bump into them.

“Ah, so sorry!” You said with a yelp, maintaining your balance. “I didn’t mean to bump into you–” Your eyes widens when you realize who you bump into.

“The apologies are all mine, I should’ve watched where I was goin–” The red-haired man’s words slowly trail off when he hears your voice, now realizing who’s in front of him.

“..Diluc?”

“( Name )?”

You let out a laugh once more. “Oh wow, I can’t believe this! I’m starting to think this isn’t a coincidence now – since when have you started visiting the garden?”

“Just now. I wanted to see what it looks like during the daytime. What brings you here as well?”

“Ah, I wanted to take a stroll around the garden while waiting for my friend to come and pick me up so we can go have brunch. This place is really beautiful, isn’t it?” You replied, keeping your phone aside.

He hums in agreement. “It is.”

You then thought of something. “Wanna walk around the place together while I’m waiting for my friend?” You asked.

“I don’t mind.” He said with a nod.

And so, you two continued where you left off from last night in the garden, talking about Weinlesefest as you wait for your friend to come.

Throughout the stroll, Diluc explained to you all the things you needed to know about the upcoming festival. Apparently, the Weinlesefest festival is more about making new wine as they invite their Archon to drink with everyone. So it makes sense that someone like Diluc, whose entire business and establishment is famous for the amazing wine, is currently thinking of something that could make good wine.

He also explained about what you could do if you participate in the festival, particularly visit Springvale and explore around the place since it’s where the festival will be held. Ah, just hearing all the things you could do and eat made you want to consider extending your stay, but alas, you think one week in one of your favorite regions is enough for you. Besides, even if you decide to extend your stay, only Celestia knows what would happen to you once you’re back to work.

While you converse with your friend, you couldn’t help but notice the way he looks as though there’s something in his mind. You didn’t find the guts to ask him though, thinking you’re meddling into his business if you do so. Still, you’re a bit concerned that something bad happened and you want to at least help – it’s the least you can do for everything he did for you.

Before you could bring up and ask what’s on his mind, you hear someone calling out your name.

“ ( Name )! Over here!” Your eyes light up when you hear the familiar voice of your friend, causing you and Diluc to turn around and look at the person who’s calling you.

“Thoma, there you are!” You greeted, walking towards the blonde-haired man who’s also walking towards you. “And here I thought you weren’t gonna show up any time soon, what took you so long?”

Thoma spreads his arms wide as you give him a hug. “Aw man, I’m sorry for being late! I was busy helping Ayato out with preparing for his next trip, I didn’t notice that I was about to be late.” He explains. The two of you quickly separate each other from your hug.

He looks at where Diluc is, causing him to stand up straight and offer the tycoon his hand. “Hello! You must be the infamous Diluc Ragnvindr. A pleasure to meet you!” He says with a smile.

Diluc didn’t hesitate to shake Thoma’s hand, giving him an acknowledged nod. “Likewise. I would like to congratulate you for your efforts in this wedding, it’s truly amazing.”

The blonde-haired man lets out a bashful laugh. “Oh you’re too kind, Mr. Ragnvindr! I hope I wasn’t bothering you two, did I?”

You hesitantly look at Diluc, who remains the same expression as always, before looking back at your friend with a smile. “Ah not really. We were just talking about the Weinlesefest festival until we heard you.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m a bit disappointed that I won't be able to experience the festival though.” Thoma lets out a sigh. “Oh well, there’s nothing we can do about it. Mind if I take ( Name ) away, Mr. Ragnvindr?”

Diluc nodded in response. “Of course since that’s what they’re here for. I’ll see you next time once again, ( Name ).”

You gave the red-haired man a grateful smile. “See you next time, Diluc. It was fun talking to you!”

–

The purpose of your brunch with Thoma is simple. Catch up with one another, talk about the things you’ve missed in Inazuma while you talk about the things he missed in your trip.

So why, why do you feel so bothered?

Despite being able to listen to your dear friend and keep up with your conversation, your mind lingers on Diluc. You’re still worried about how he seems to be out of it back in the garden – is it perhaps because of how he needs to think of a new wine?

“You know, I’m glad you and Ayato had spoken to one another about what happened back then.” Thoma confesses, causing you to be taken back by surprise. “I hope you won’t be offended with what I have to say but.. You look happier than before.”

You raise your eyebrows from his words. Happier?

“I… I didn’t notice that.” You replied, letting out a small laugh. “Am I really that happy because of how me and Ayato have resolved?”

Thoma lets out a small laugh as well. “Well, that’s just my guess. Did something else happen that made you happier than that?” He asks.

You took a second to think about it. It’s true that ever since you and Ayato have made up, everything's been going a bit well for you, but then again, it’s sort of weird how you’re a lot happier about it than normal.

Is it… really just because of that?

Seeing how you hesitated, Thoma’s eyes slightly widened in surprise. “Wait, did something actually happen?”

You look away from Thoma, a bit flustered. “I-I really don’t know either!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Then… It’s not about someone, is it?”

You begin to scratch the back of your head. “Well… I did become friends with Diluc…? That’s the only thing that happened besides me and Ayato talking each other out about what happened.” You said, looking at your friend while you fiddled with your fingers. “He’s fun to talk to, I’ll admit. I had a lot of fun for the past few days thanks to him.”

The blonde haired man nods in agreement. “I can tell. Every time I look at you during the bachelor and reception, you look like you’re having fun talking to him,” He then lets out a laugh. “It honestly reminded me of back then when you and Ayato were still pining for each other.”

You look at him in confusion, still smiling. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well for starters, it’s the way you’re looking and talking to him. You always pay attention to him and everything he says that you don’t focus on eating your food or your surroundings much — I was able to see you while I was hosting the bachelor party.” He explains. “...Of course, I’m sure you don’t see Mr. Ragnvindr that way though, right?”

You slowly glance down at your food, processing his words carefully.

…Huh.

You didn’t notice how Thoma’s face slightly fell from how you didn’t answer his question. “...You don’t see him that way, right?” He repeats.

You want to answer yes, but something is holding you back. You don’t understand, you don’t really see Diluc that way right? You two are just friends – and yes, there were some moments between you two whereas your new friend made you feel… things – but that’s normal, right?

This feeling… Isn’t surely the same as what you felt towards Ayato back then, is it?

Then again… When was the last time you had fallen in love?

You wipe your now sweaty palms on your lap, starting to feel a bit conflicted from your thoughts and feelings. Even if you are in love with him, how could you even deal with it? How can you even face him knowing your feelings? What if you end up being heartbroken?

But if you aren’t in love with him, why does that make you feel.. Unsatisfied?

You can’t help but think about him, and you realize you’ve always been thinking about him for the past few days. He makes you happy obviously, there’s never a dull moment with him besides when you two first interacted with one another, and he’s understanding and gentle. The gentle look he gives you as he respectfully treats you well makes you feel… something.

He also treats you equally and always manage to get along with you despite your differences to one another. Not to mention how you always smile whenever you think of him, something that Zhongli had pointed out one time — and how you couldn’t help but always get excited at the thought of what’s to come for you and Diluc the next day—

Oh.

Meanwhile, Thoma tries to think of a way to change topics. “It’s alright if you’re unsure, ( Name ).”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You quickly reassured your friend. “I just.. Didn’t realize it until you pointed it out.”

“So.. you do love him, do you?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, unsure how to break it to him. “...He makes me feel things no one has made me feel for a long time.”

“…Does he make you happy?”

You nodded in response. “He makes me the happiest I can be.” He made me realize there’s always a chance, a chance to love. You thought.

Thoma hums in understanding. “I see. Then I hope you get something good from rhat.”

You smile gratefully. “Thank you. Though, I feel bad our conversation went this way, we were just laughing a few minutes ago.”

He quickly lets out a small laugh. “Oh it’s no problem. At least you found something you didn’t know, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah, thanks again, Thoma.”

“Anything for you, ( Name ).”

You decided to try and change the topic, clearing your throat. “Uh, anyways, wanna share Good Hunter’s newest dessert together?”

Thoma nods with a smile. “Fine, but you better not finish everything in one go.”

“Hey!”

–

It took perhaps another hour before you and Thoma decided to get the bill and get out of the restaurant. Unfortunately, your friend won’t be able to join you in going back inside Goth Grand Hotel once he drops you off, telling you how he has some things to do for Ayato and Chisato before they go off to their honeymoon destination.

As you enter the hotel lobby, you can’t help but think back about what happened during your brunch with Thoma. What will happen between you and Diluc now? Will you still act the same as before, aware that your feelings for him are possibly more than platonic?

While thinking, you didn’t notice someone behind you heading towards you until you felt them harshly gripping onto one of your shoulders.

You turn around, wondering who on Earth would be so rude to do such a thing, only for your eyes to widen when you realize who it is.

“Good afternoon, Mx. ( Last Name ).” Shinsuke greeted you with a smile that’s obviously fake. “I apologize for bothering you on this fine day,” A lie, “but I must request you to come with me somewhere more private.”

You hesitated for a moment, knowing the risk if you said yes. But even so, who’s to say what could happen if you turn down his request?

You look around the area, trying to look for someone who can notice your troubled situation and help you, only to unfortunately find no one around. If only you could’ve convinced Thoma to escort you back to your hotel room…

“...I suppose I could spare some time for a chat.” You said, trying to act calm.

You suddenly feel an eerie presence looming behind you, causing you to glance at your back and see a few bodyguards standing behind you – as if to prevent you from running away. Unlike the ones who were stationed for the wedding events, these particular guards were foreign, with strange but somewhat familiar symbols on their brooches. You could tell they’re not like the bodyguards you’ve seen.

“Perfect.” Shinsuke comments, and you start to regret accepting his offer. “Come with me.”

Without letting you reply at all, the man turns and starts walking, causing the bodyguards behind you to shove you in order for you to follow, leaving you no choice but to oblige.

On your way, you hoped that you would at least encounter one of your friends, frantically glancing around the hotel lobby looking for a familiar face. Unfortunately, you finally arrived at what you assume is a private room.

You’re going to be alone with Shinsuke and these scary bodyguards.

“Before we can go in, I have one more thing to request of you.” Shinsuke spoke up before he could open the door. “Take your bag away and give it to one of the guards.”

Your eyes widens, hesitantly looking at the bodyguards behind you, who all remain unfazed and emotionless. Slowly, you take out your bag from your body and pass it to one of the guards.

“Don’t worry, they won’t open your bag and look through your things if that’s what you’re worried about. We just need to make sure you won't try to... record anything and break our privacy.” Shinsuke said in a nice tone, as if that’s enough to reassure you in this situation. “Let’s go inside now.”

You feel fear crawling up on your spine as you enter the room, unsure of what’s going to happen to you.

The room is a conference room, with multiple chairs surrounding one long table as one of them is situated by the end of it; you assume that chair is where he’ll be seated.

“Go sit down here.” He says, pulling back a seat that’s right in the middle. “We have a few things to talk about, it won’t be long, don’t worry.”

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you carefully went to where the seat is, trying to contain your frantic breathing in order to hide your fear. The bodyguards that were following you both are situated outside.

By the time you sit down is when Shinsuke starts talking, not sitting down on a chair. “Now that we’re in a more private area, let’s start talking, shall we?”

You nodded slowly. “..Is there a problem, Mr. Hiiragi?” You ask carefully.

He laughs, starting to walk slowly around you. “Straight to the point, I like that.” He comments. “Yes, there is a problem, Mx. ( Last Name ). I'm sure you remember our conversation yesterday.”

Your breath hitches; he proceeds to explain more. “You see, this wedding is a very precious event to the Hiiragi Clan. Everyone thinks the lovely couple is perfect like straight out of a fairytale, so I like to keep it that way.” You watch as he brushes one of the chairs as he walks by. Did he find out about you and Ayato?

“So when someone reported to me that they caught sight of you walking back inside the bachelor party venue together with the bride – who didn’t bother hiding the fact that she was crying – I have to make sure all’s well.” He adds.

His eyes then narrow. “I hope you understand where I’m coming from, and I fear that you might take the opportunity to taint the Hiiragi name and accuse that Chisato is unhappily married to Kamisato Ayato.”

You shook your head frantically. “N-No, I wouldn’t dare to do such a thing to my friends.”

“How should I know if you’re telling the truth? And before I knew it, the media would talk about how Chisato had unwillingly married the CEO of the Yashiro Company because of you and your schemes!”

“I am telling the truth, Mr. Hiiragi! I wish nothing but happiness for the couple.”

“As if that’s enough to do so.” He lets out a “tsk”, glaring down at you. “I have no choice but to get rid of you. Who knows when you will eventually risk tearing down my reputation!”

You gasp aloud, immediately standing up from your seat. “Get rid of me?! But Mr. Hiiragi, that’s too much! I haven’t done anything ever since the bachelor party happened–”

“You dare to raise your voice on me!? Did you forget your place, or shall I remind you?!” He exclaims. You panic when he suddenly storms towards you, his hand slowly raises up to hit you.

Suddenly, the door opens, causing the man to stop himself from hitting you and look at the intruder.

“Was I interrupting something?”

Your eyes brighten when you recognize the person’s voice, and you look at the intruder who’s standing by the doorway.

“O-Oh, Mr. Ragnvindr!” Shinsuke spoke, his tone is now nice and kind unlike a few seconds ago. “What a lovely surprise. I was just having a special meeting with Mx. ( Last Name ) regarding the wedding–”

“I’m here to talk about your pesky bodyguards who aren’t doing their job right” Diluc spoke, his voice dark and cold – a big comparison to his gentle tone when he talks to you. “I was just passing by when they suddenly confronted me and dared to lay a hand on me for no reason.”

You saw the way Shinsuke’s eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowing. “What?! How unprofessional of them! Where are they now?”

Diluc opens the door wide. “Feel free to go check on them. I had to defend myself since they tried to fight me. Had this happened to someone else, I fear an innocent person would get hurt by their recklessness.” He scolded Shinsuke, who hesitated from his offer to check on the bodyguards.

The elder man glances at you, causing you to freeze up from his glare. “This isn’t over yet.” He mouths before looking back at the red-haired man. “I apologize sincerely on behalf of my bodyguards. I’ll make sure it won’t happen ever again.”

“Good. Now leave.”

Begrudgingly, Shinsuke heads out from the conference room. By the time the CEO is out of your sight, Diluc looks in your direction.

You feel your shoulders starting to relax. “Diluc.”

His eyes softened. “( Name ).” He then gestures to you to come with him. “Come with me. Let’s get you out of here.”

When you come out of the conference room with Diluc being by your side, you’re surprised to see the sight of Shinsuke standing over the bodyguards on the ground, some groaning out in pain while some were out cold. Just what did Diluc do to them?

You dare not to question it, you’re just grateful that he saved you from Shinsuke.

As soon as you two are somewhere where most people don’t come to in the lobby, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’re holding.

“Are you alright?” Diluc asks worryingly, giving you your bag you didn’t know he was holding. “What happened back there?”

You slowly grab your bag from him, avoiding his gaze. “I… I don’t know.. He just took me to that room and threatened me for something that happened in the bachelor party. I wouldn’t dare to do that to my friends.” You clench your teeth at the audacity the cruel CEO has. “I’m just grateful you were able to come by before something happened. How did you know I was there?”

“I saw one of the guards holding your bag.” He answers honestly. “I recognized it was the one you were carrying when we were taking a stroll around the garden, so I had to investigate. Did they hurt you?”

You shook your head. “Mr. Hiiragi was about to, but you made it in time before he could hurt me.”

Diluc’s eyes slightly widened, before quickly narrowing his eyes at the thought that someone would dare to hurt you. “How dare he.. I knew he wasn’t good news.”

“It’s fine… None of us could’ve predicted he would do something like this.” You mumbled. It was technically a lie, you knew someone like Shinsuke would do this, but you didn’t want your friend to be worried and angry. “Thank you for your help, Diluc. I owe you a lot.”

“Anything for you.” He replied. He suddenly puts a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, causing your heart to start beating fast while your cheeks begin to warm up from his words and gestures. “You don’t owe me anything. Just… be more careful, I don’t want you to get hurt by someone as cruel and despicable as him.”

You nodded slowly, your mouth twitching upwards. “I’ll try.”

“Were you heading towards your room?” He asks, and you hum softly in response. “I could escort you back there if you’d like. Just in case Mr. Hiiragi dares to come to you again.”

You shook your head. “Oh I don’t want to bother you. I think I can go back on my own.”

“I insist. It would hurt me if something bad happens to you again when I could’ve helped you.” He insists. “Come.”

“...Thank you again, Diluc.” You spoke softly before the two of you started heading towards the elevator area that’s across the hotel lobby from where you are.

The two of you didn’t say a word to one another while you’re walking, but you didn’t mind. You were still shaken up by what happened. Who knows when Shinsuke will try to bother you again? What if he comes to Liyue and ruins your life?

“Will you be alright, ( Name )?” He suddenly asks, causing your worrisome thoughts to fade away from his voice.

Before you could say anything, someone suddenly called Diluc’s name.

“Diluc?”

You look around the area to look for the person who was calling your friend, spotting a woman standing not too far away from where you and Diluc are with her eyes brightening.

“There you are! I was looking around for you.” She spoke, walking towards you two with a smile on her face. “Did you just get out of the hotel room?”

You can’t help but admire the woman who’s now standing in front of you two. She’s quite beautiful, you admit. Is she perhaps a friend of Diluc? Or an acquaintance of his in the business world?

Or… Is she his plus one?

Diluc shakes his head. “No, I just happened to come across a friend of mine and got distracted. Did you wait for too long?”

The woman shakes her head as well, smiling reassuringly. “Ah no, don’t worry. I just entered the hotel.” She then looks at you. “Hello, what’s your name?” She asks you politely, causing your eyes to widen a bit in surprise.

“Oh uhm.. My name is ( Name ) ( Last Name ). It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms…?”

“You can call me Jean. Thank you for keeping Diluc company while I was gone. I feel bad that I wasn’t able to attend the wedding.” Jean said.

Ah, so she is his plus one.

You try to ignore a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. “It’s no problem, I’m glad I’m friends with someone like Diluc. I had a lot of fun and learned a lot more about Mondstadt thanks to him.”

Jean giggles, a tune that’s so sweet in your ears. “I’m glad my fiancé made a friend. I hope I’ll get to know you more, ( Name ).”

You felt like your heart dropped when you heard what Jean called Diluc, your face almost fell.

…

Fiancé?

“...O-Oh, you guys are engaged?” You asked, stunned from your realization.

Jean instantly covers her mouth. “Oh, my bad.”

“It’s alright, Jean.” Diluc reassures her, you saw the way he looks at her. It’s different than the way he looks at you. “I was meaning to invite them to the wedding before they leave for Liyue.”

Jean sighs in relief, then looks at you with an apologetic smile. “I apologize for the shock. But yes, me and Diluc are set to be married in December. We haven’t announced our engagement to the public yet so we’d appreciate it if you could keep it a secret until it’s announced. I’ll make sure to give you an invitation tomorrow if that’s fine with you!”

You felt sick, swallowing the sour taste of heartbreak in your throat. “Of course! I’m honored I’m invited to your wedding. Congratulations on your engagement.”

You’re too caught up with the sudden news that you didn’t notice the way Diluc looks at you in concern.

Jean didn’t notice either, still smiling happily. “Great, I hope we’ll talk again next time. I’m afraid Diluc and I have to go now to meet Mr. and Mrs. Kamisato before they leave. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay in Mondstadt until you leave! Shall we, Diluc?”

The red-haired man hesitantly looks at you, and you remembered how he was supposed to escort you. You feel selfish for wanting him to go with you, but you knew your place.

“Go.” You mouth to Diluc with a reassuringly small smile, despite your heart wanting him to stay. “I’ll see you two next time. It’s nice to meet you as well, Jean.”

“...See you next time, ( Name ).” Diluc spoke up before walking towards Jean.

Without another word, you turn away and walk back to where you’re supposed to be going. Away from Shinsuke, from your heartbreak,

And away from Diluc. Your first love for the first time in 4 years.

You tried your best to hold onto your facade that everything’s normal and okay as you’re on your way back to the hotel room rushedly, your heart racing and lips shaking from what just happened.

You aren’t sure if you were overwhelmed by what happened between you and Shinsuke, or from the unrequited love between you and Diluc.

You should’ve known he wouldn’t be single. You should’ve known he was taken by someone as beautiful and amazing as Jean. You should’ve remained oblivious to your feelings towards him,

You should’ve known he would never see you that way.

By the time you enter the room and close the door behind you, you knelt down on the ground and let out a sob, dropping your bag as you cover your face with your hands.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Everything hurts. Everything is too much. You feel like you’re being burned inside as your heart aches deeply. You feel like you want to jump off a cliff and land in an ocean, never to be seen again. Why did you had to find out you’re in love when you found out your love is unrequited? Why is this happening to you? What did you do in your past life to deserve such cruelty?

You were so busy crying that you didn’t notice Zhongli walking towards you in concern. Words didn’t exchange between you two, but your friend knew what to do. He always comforts you whenever you cry about Ayato after drinking too much back then, reassuring you that you’ll eventually move on someday.

He kneels down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder comfortingly. You didn’t hesitate to lean your head on his shoulder as a result, continuing to let out your wails and tears.

“I fell in love, but he… He belongs to another. Why does this always happen to me?” You sobbed.

Zhongli slowly pulls you closer to him. “I do not know.”

You let out another sob, closing your eyes shut. “It hurts.”

He closes his eyes as well, his heart aches at the sound of your cries. “I know.”

That day, you didn’t look at your phone anymore to see if he sent you a message. Spending the rest of your time engulfed in heartbreak as your dearest friend comforts you.

Just when you thought you were willing to fall in love, that chance was once again out of your reach.

It’s true he made you realize there’s always a chance, a chance to love.

Just not a chance to love him.

—

Somewhere by the hotel’s parking lot, someone is going through the same thing as you.

Thoma leans against the steering wheel of his car, exhaling deeply as he closes his eyes.

He knew he’d never have the chance to win your heart, yet it still hurts to think that you’re now in love with someone else. Don’t get him wrong, he’s truly happy for you — especially knowing that you have never bothered trying to give love a chance again and never had a date with anyone since the break up.

He just wished it was him you had fallen in love with, even though it sounds as impossible as going to outer space in this life.

But nevertheless, it wasn’t the fact that his love for you stayed strong and you still see him as just a friend—

It was the fact that you’re in love with a man who’s out of your reach.

Thoma didn’t know what to think when he learned you love Diluc. He wanted to be happy for you — he knows the man has a good heart after hearing so many good things about him — but he knew you’re going to be heartbroken when you learned about his secret engagement with one of the most powerful and well-respected women in Mondstadt.

There’s nothing he can do about it. He can only hope you’d get through the same pain you felt back then.

Thoma lets out a sigh, leaning back up from the steering wheel.

Even if he cannot provide it, the blonde-haired man just wished that someday, you’d love someone who loves you too, with nothing that can stop you both,

Unlike the men you fell in love with.

DAN’S NOTES

(1) diluc isn’t leading reader on nor was he flirting with them. chapter 14 will explain his side as well as his feelings towards reader. (see my response to this ask here for more details)

(2) i understand if you’re willing to drop the series, but it’s better if you keep it to yourself if you intend to insult this series or me. if you’re planning to send ask about the problem of this chapter, make sure to read my responses regarding asks about this situation because i dont really want to repeat myself again.

(3) i apologize for the disappointment if you expected reader to end up with diluc as well as for not adding it in the warnings about jeanluc being mentioned — i made another version of this storyline where they do end up together, which is versadies’s version ( look at the links ) to make it up to you guys :>>

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Hey hope you're doing well, I love your Greek mythology work!

I am not well (because I have exams) but I am missing my Greek mythology works so I shall spare some thoughts:

Platonic yanderes Hades and Persephone who had kidnapped reader and the forced her to eat pomegranates and drink ambrosia, eagerly waiting to find out what powers their "child" will have, wonderi g if you'll be a god of something like your new parents, only to be pleasantly surprised when you turn out to be a diety of yandere relationships. Not only that, but you also have the power of "attracting yanderes" which means you now have a lot of unwanted admirers, much to your parents displeasure. Now, Hades and Persephone have to deal with not only having to stop you from running away/putting yourself in danger but also ward off any of these deranged yanderes who will defy death and even the gods themselves to get to you.

Romantic yandere Hercules sneaking into Olympus to meet reader, who'd been forbidden by Hera and Demeter (her protective mamas) to not see the himbo ever again, even hiring your diety siblings like Dionysius, Ares, Hermes, etc to keep an eye on you. But himbo yandere Hercules is an unstoppable force and he'll keep on knocking your siblings out until he gets to you, only to pout and apologise when you scold him for hurting your siblings, but you're scolding him from lap with his arms around you, so... a win is a win. He'll let you give him an earful for the rest of eternity if you're by his side (and pregnant with baby number 22🥰)

Platonic yanderes Perseus and Medusa having to cope with not breaking down every five minutes after Medusa had plucked out her daughter's eyes for the second time and now reader had turned non verbal. Even though Perseus had taken reader to Olympus so that Apollo could heal her in his infirmary, she still refuses to talk to them. And it's just a thousand times more painful when grandpa Poseidon visits you and you beg him to take you away from them. It hurts because you'd rather live with the one man who Medusa hates more than anything in the world. Its now up to Perseus to stop the tears of the two most important people in his life.

Romantic yandere Ares returning from battle, all bloodied and tired and he just wants to go to his room and cuddle up to his captive darling who he'd chained to his bed, only to see you running from his castle. Ares just watches you for a few minutes before sighing and tackling you to the ground. "I was hoping for a nice evening today, but I guess not-" "LET ME GO, YOU PERVERT-!" "SILENCE! YOU WILL NOT INETERUPT ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He yelled at you, glaring at you until you were shaking like a kicked puppy. "Now, since you tried to escape and didn't even make it that far, you will now get up and run around the palace grounds." You looked at him confused. "W-what?" Ares pushed the hair away from your face. "You're gonna run laps. It's to train you. If you're gonna run, you're gonna have to put some effort in. No darling of mine will do a half ass job, even in escaping. So, up you go." He pulled you up before giving your butt a smack. "Run, now."You begin running, confused. "Oh and princess?" You looked behind. "Just for motivation, I'm gonna chase you. And everytime I catch you, I'm gonna do that thinh Ive been wanting to do in bed. But I'll do it right here, in the ground, where anyone can watch." He grinned evilly, watching you run with new vigour.

#yandere hades #yandere perseus #yandere persephone #yandere ares #yandere hercules #yandere greek gods #yandere greek goddesses #yandere greek mythology

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luxora · 11 months

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The Glory -> {Highschool AU} -> You Find Them Crying

Requested: No

Kdrama: The Glory

Genre: Angst. Fluff?

Warnings: Mentions of bullying. No remorse. Swearing. Mentions of homophobia. Mentions of blood and violence. Mention of drugs.

A/N: I absolutely do not condone anything that was presented in the kdrama. No one should ever bully others. This is all purely fiction. Love everyone and treat them with kindness.

Moon Dong-eun

The icy bite of the wind completely seeped itself deep within Dongeun’s body as she remained tied to the school chair in one of the side courts of the school, one of the school gym ropes tied tightly around her arms and legs while the rain poured down on her body, her bullies long abandoning her hours ago, leaving her to freeze in the freezing rain.

Even though it was fruitless, Dongeun couldn’t stop the tears running down her cheeks,nor the sobs which were wracking themselves out of her throat. She had heard somewhere that crying can serve as some sense of stress reliever, and yet she felt no sense of relief as she continued to cry. She did not feel any relief when Jaejun and Myeong-oh dragged her outside and tied her to one of the school chairs they snatched out of the school hall, nor did she feel any relief when Sara and Hyejeong snapped photos and messed around with her with the metal rulers which had become a popular classroom tool among High school students. And of course, Yeonjin watched the whole ordeal, smiling serenely, her eyes darkening in sadistic delight as she took in Dongeun’s suffering.

Even though she had no reason to believe that any of them has any good in them, she had the minuscule hope that they would release her after their fun in the rain, an action they would usually take after one of their ‘play sessions’ in the hall, but she was denied that small kindness today. All of them had flashed her delighted smiles before turning their backs and leaving her alone, conversations about getting some food breaking the previous silence which had contained the echoes of Dongeun’s cries, providing Dongeun with the peace of no more pain but also the promise of a freezing cold night with wet clothes and stinging wounds.

Her wet clothes felt like an extra layer of skin to her body, but instead of providing her protection and warmth, her clothes only serve as a dark reminder of the further suffering she will potentially have tomorrow if the quintet decided to return to her. She can only hope a member of staff will find her before Yeonjin and the others, them being the only ones to save Dongeun from her situation, and yet the past has proved the teachers of being just as bad as quintet.

She just felt so hopeless, and cold, and alone.

Her sobs suddenly ripped themselves out more roughly from Dongeun’s throat, her tears almsot feeling like boiling acid as they streamed down her cheeks, her body shaking while the rain pelted down on her. A strong gust of wind traveled through the courtyard and stabbing cold went through Dongeun’s clothes and body, making her hurl another sob as she attempted to press her limbs together to try gain some warmth, only to meet resistance from the rope. She was certain that she was going to be spending the even there, her head ducked in defeat and her ears blown out from the freeing cold that she did not realize that her name had been called.

“...Dongeun? Dongeun!”

Dongeun raised her head slowly at the sound of her name, intimidating fear overwhelming her as she feared to see who had come to see her in this state. She already pictured Yeonjin appearing to continue a more one-on-one play session which did not include her friends, but then she was pleasantly surprised to see you hurrying towards her with an umbrella in hand, your school bag being left on the floor under the school outside corridor shelter. Your eyes were wide in shock and horror as you eventually reached her, immediately sheltering from the rain with your umbrella over her head.

“Dongeun...what...why...w-who...”

Both of you knew better than to ask the last question as you both already knew the answer. It was hardly a secret within the school that Dongeun was the property of Yeonjin and the others in the terms of being their favorite form of entertainment. Dongeun had always hoped, or prayed, that someone would be able to stand up to the quintet and to help her out of her situation, but she knew that it was hopeless. Yeonjin practically ruled the school and literally could get away with anything, even murder, and no one will ever choose the side of a nobody like her.

And that thought brought a new set of tears and sobs from her, immediately startling you as you dropped the umbrella, immediately allowing the rain to pelt down on her.

“S-Sorry, just...I...just hold on!”

Dongeun watched with blurry vision as you immediately knelt down in front of her and got to work to untie her legs from the school chair, your eyebrows furrowed in rushed concentration as your hands tried to undo the tight knots which Jaejun and Myeong-oh. Your face screwed up in frustration as you struggled with the tight knots, cursing at times while wiping at your face as the rain poured down on the both of you. But a small sense of relief did finally was over her when you managed to get one of her legs free, immediately moving to untie her other leg, the blood rushing through her free one, which provoked some numbness and slight pain but for once it was the kind of pain Dongeun did not mind because it was better than being stuck in that position.

You managed to free her other leg, allowing Dongeun to finally press her legs together to gain some personal warmth, before standing up and moving to untie her arms which were still in rope confines. Once you eventually managed to untie both arms, Dongeun immediately cradled herself in a hug, trembling as she attempted to warm herself up, the blood rushing back to her arms while the rain continued to pour down on her. But then you reached for your umbrella and brought it above your heads again, your own body as soaked at Dongeun’s.

“...Are you okay?”

Even though you probably knew it was a stupid question, it was something that somewhat made feel Dongeun feel slightly noticed, or cared for in some kind of way. No one ever asked if she was okay, or if she was even alive, she was practically a walking corpse within a living school, only a corpse would be offered the peace she could only dream of. She shook her head, her teeth chattering together as she continued to try warmth herself up.

“Um...” You started out, glancing around the courtyard in slightly thought and caution before turning to face Dongeun, her face already lifted to gaze at you. “Do you...have a ride home?”

Dongeun immediately shook her head. She only got to school by walking, and in this freezing rain, she knew it was going to be a long and wet journey home. She thought that the session with Yeonjin and the others was suffering enough, but almost anyone could agree with the horrid experience of walking in the Winter cold rain was a punishment that only the most evil deserved. And between herself and Yeonjin, she doesn’t believe she is the deserving one for such an experience.

“...want to come to my house?”

Dongeun snapped her head up in shock, so fast that she felt her neck crack, your eyes widening at the sound of it. Despite helping her, Dongeun immediately felt herself curl up defensively in the chair, her arms protectively crossed over her chest as if she was readying herself to be tossed to the floor for a beating. Her body was trained for it, and it has practically become her second nature as of late to be prepared for a sudden attack. But your eyes immediately softened at her obviously cautious stance, water drops falling from your hair in front of your face as you shook your head slightly.

“It’s just...its not to be weird or anything. It’s raining, dark and...I just think you need a place to get warm and stuff. I...I promise I won’t do anything! I, I just want to help, that’s all.”

... Dongeun wasn’t used to help, or kindness, and your concerned tone sounded as foreign as a foreign language to her. The answer ‘no’ was practically on her lips, it being an answer she always says and yet is never accepted. The times she has begged the answer, screamed it, and yet it went as unanswered as her not saying it at all. Her lips were trembling, along with her entire body, and the rain had done a good enough job to numb her entirely, and yet you stared at her with such worry that it make some sort of shift within her.

“...I don’t want to bother-”

“You won’t be bothering me at all! I just...I want to help you Dongeun. Please...let me?” You sounded unsure towards the end of the sentence, but she noticed you tighten your grip around your umbrella handle, a slightly hopeful look flashing in your eyes as you continued to gaze at her. She noticed your eyes glance down at her body but then you immediately looked up to look at her face, your bottom lip getting slightly chewed on but your eyes still expressing genuine concern. “It can be a secret if you want. It’s just...I want to help you. Please can I help you?”

...

She nodded.

You let out a slightly sigh of relief before you offered a hand out to her, gazing at her softly. Dongeun stared at it for a few moments before hesitantly reaching out for it, your fingers curling around her hand as you gently pulled her out from the chair. Your hand was warm.

“Let’s go then.” You said, giving her hand a slightly squeeze before pulling away and guiding her with the umbrella towards your fallen bag, some of the contents having fallen out of it from your hurry to save her from the rain.

Park Yeon-jin

Her cheek was hot. And stinging.

The sound of the door slamming still echoed in the living room after her mother removed herself from Yeonjin’s presence. She most likely was going to have some sort of praying session with that Shaman, her mother becoming involved as a member of a cult would, her entire devotion become a drilling pain in Yeonjin’s side, especially when her mother believed it was necessary to join in some of the sessions with the Shaman. But it seemed she was spared for today, spiritually wise that is.

Her mother did not often lay a hand on her, at most, she only probably have struck Yeonjin about three times in her life, which was probably why it was such a shock to her right now. Her head had nearly practically twisted off her head from the force her mother had used with the slap, the sound of skin hitting skin ingrained in Yoonjin’s head, along with the hot pain that came with it. Yeonjin slowly lifted her hand to cup her cheek, pressure building behind her eyes as she stared at the close front door, almost waiting for her mother to reappear and to deliver another blow to her pristine face.

Although she couldn’t say it was pristine right now, the struck skin still throbbing from the slap.

But thoughts of you preventing her from waiting for too long. She had left you in her room to grab some snacks for the two of you, only to be intercepted by her mother along the way to the kitchen. She doesn’t even really understand why her mother was mad in the first place. Whenever her mother was angry, she always seemed to speak in riddles; albeit she did recall her mentioning something about her behavior at the Church, Sara’s mother having called her mother after the service. She didn’t understand why it was a big deal, it was just something fun and stupid she did with Hyejeong and you, albeit you didn’t participate because you didn’t want to, nor did Yeonjin allow you to.

Even though your chest was fantastic, it was only reserved for her, not for some creepy churchgoer who tries to act like a conservative and holy saint. The two of you came back to her home afterwards, Yeonjin wanting the private time with you, but it seemed to be too much to ask since her mother attacked her out of nowhere.

As of late, like Sara’s fathers newly devoted followers, her mother has become hysterical with her beliefs linked to the Shaman and she has become a lot more...direct in a sense with Yeonjin. Sure, she has messed up a bit, but that it what teenagers do. Her mother wanted her, and so she must help clean up her messes. She signed up for it while wanting to be a parent, so she must stick it out for Yeonjin. But still...it did not mean that sudden actions like slapping her didn’t shock her.

No one ever dared to hit Yeonjin, not even mother, and yet in the past few months, Yeonjin has become the sudden recipient of them, along with some venomous worlds which would make a vipers bite seem durable.

You were probably waiting for her, that thought being the only reason she did not allow the pressure behind her eyes to increase. She instead silently walked to the kitchen, grabbed some snacks, and then walked back to her bedroom, the door slightly ajar with soft music trickling out of it. Yeonjin took a small moment to smooth out her expression before pushing past the door and into her room, her eyes immediately moving to your figure on her bed, your legs kicking behind you as you watched a music video on your phone as you laid on your stomach.

You were dressed in a pair of silk pajamas she had bought for you, your legs and arms exposed due to the short length of the shirt and shorts which coincidentally matched the white colour of Yeonjin’s pajamas. You had previously pointed out the matching colors, but Yeonjin always shut it down. It was just a coincidence, that was all, and she was not saying anything else about it despite integrally knowing the intention behind the purchase. She liked your legs, especially your bare legs, so that’s why she got them. And walking into her bedroom, your legs was the first thing that her eyes traveled to, only shifting to your face when she noticed you turned your head to look at her.

“...Jinnie?” You called out, your eyebrows furrowed in slight concern as Yeonjin stood in the doorway. Yeonjin immediately stepped closer in the room and kicked the door shut.

“Don’t call me that.” She ordered, walking towards the bed and dumping the snacks on top of it. “Mess on my bed and I’ll kill you.”

Even though her words were vicious, there was no real poison behind them, something which only you could recognize at times. When the two of you were in public, Yeonjin was the way she always was: superior, extraordinary, and pristine. No one dared to contradict or oppose her. Her entire friend group were wary of her, even Sara and Jaejun, her two closest friends. Myeong-oh wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a Gucci or Chanel and Hyejeong was just a loss cause altogether. But you on the other hand, despite being a new asset to her, you were about the only one to have some deeper level of understanding to her.

Even though she just snapped at you, her words took almost no effect on you. Instead of ducking your head down and submitting to her demands, you instead moved so that you were on your knees on the mattress, your entire body facing Yeonjin as she took a seat beside you, pointedly keeping her injured cheek away from you, keeping her gaze down, an action which was very unlike her. Neither of you said anything, Yeonjin busying herself by grabbing one of the packets of snacks and opening it, ignoring your movements until she suddenly felt your fingertips on her chin.

She could have easily fought against your fingers, even turn and snap at them like some wild animal, always being a biter, and yet she did not do anything as you moved her face until she was facing you, your eyes immediately zeroing on her cheek. Even though the throbbing had subsided, Yeonjin could feel the swollen skin created by the strike, her cheek no doubt forming a red hand print, proof of her mother’s presence on her face. Your fingertips on her chin moved until they were gliding along her cheek, Yeonjin flinching at the action.

“Jinnie...” You whispered, your eyes moving to lock with Yeonjin’s dark ones, concern and sympathy in your eyes while your fingertips trailed along her cheek until your entire palm was cradling it, your thumb tracing her cheekbone with tender strokes.

She didn’t say anything, she simply stared at you silently, trying her best to hide her true feelings but with your tender expression, Yeonjin was unable to resist the pressure building up behind her eyes. And when you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her injured cheek, she was unable to keep the gates closed as tears began to escape her eyes. You no doubt felt it against your hand, and tasted the saltiness of her tears as you pressed a second kiss to her cheek, but you did not say anything as you instead moved so that you were hugging her, your hand on her cheek guiding her face to your neck where she immediately nuzzled.

Like a python, her arms wrapped around your waist in a deadly grip, her tears unable to catch up to one another despite running down her cheeks like a waterfall. While she usually was the one that held you in such embraces, she couldn’t help but melt into your arms as you comforted her, a hand tangling itself into her hair and massaging her scalp while your other hand was wrapped around her back, subtly rubbing her back as she cried into your neck.

Yeonjin hated crying. Crying meant weakness and that was one thing that Yeonjin certainly did not posses. She was Park Yeonjin. She was untouchable. She was feared and respected, an object of envy, and yet she was all but a whimpering fool in your arms. She hated it, and yet, with you, it was something that she was perhaps open to because she knew that you would never tattle about this situation for two reasons. The first being that no one will believe it and that Yeonjin will immediately exact revenge on you, but the second reason being the fact that you knew that bubbles like this was rare between you and Yeonjin.

Despite everything that has happened between the two of you, neither of you could resist the presence of the other. Moments like this was yearned for, and neither of you could deny the dynamics between the two of you. It was twisted and complicated, and yet so delectable. Yeonjin could be broken apart in front of you in privacy, same as you, and it was something which only the two of you were aware of. Walls were in place for a reason, to protect the truth of the two of you, most notably the truth of Yeonjin.

Jeon Jae-jun

Jaejun hated reminders, most notably the reminders of his condition.

While school has always been a pain to Jaejun, it had been a relatively okay day for him so far. He met with Myeong-oh, managed to let go of some tension in gym class, got a good grade for last weeks English test, and of course managed to have a hot make out session with you during lunch on the roof. But it was during the self-study lesson did the whole day go to hell when one of his idiot classmates made a comment about your eyes, most notably about the colour of your eyes which Jaejun was unable to see.

It was not like he asked for it. If he had any kind of choice, he obviously would take on the chance to be able to see colour, no matter the situation. Despite his parents able to buy him anything, they couldn’t get him the one thing that he wanted, and the fact that everyone else know about it infuriated him. But nothing infuriated him more than people rubbing it in his face, most particularly when he was with you, the one person who was probably the one person he valued in this hellhole.

He heard your voice screaming at him, begging him to stop as he rained punched on his classmate, but it practically became a buzzing noise as he kept punching. Myeong-oh had managed to pull him off at first, but then Jaejun swung and delivered a punch to his face before diving back on top of the idiot, unaffected by the bloody mess which he had already created on the idiot’s face. He just kept punching, punching, and punching until he eventually was pulled off by four of his classmates.

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me!”

He managed to wrestle his way out of his classmates hands, his eyes remaining on the bloody asshole on the floor. His eyes were closed and his face almost looked unrecognizable, but he didn’t care. He could be dead but it hardly made Jaejun feel any better as shame and anger was still swirling within him like a storm at sea. Everyone else in class simply stared at the scene in shock and silence, no one daring to say anything in fear of Jaejun’s reaction, and with the way he was feeling, he was about ready to pounce on anyone who ever dared to say anything.

“Jaejun!”

...anyone except you.

You had reached out to him but Jaejun did not allow you a chance to touch him as he swiped your hand away and then stormed out of the classroom, his lips tightly retracted form his teeth as he bared them like a wolf, cursing constantly under his breath as he stormed down the corridor, students from the other classrooms peaking out to watch him only to duck their heads back inside when he made eye contact with him.

Good, because he was close to ripping one of their damn heads off.

He heard footsteps behind him, along with his name getting called, but Jaejun did not react as he continued his journey through the corridor, his body walking its trained journey to the roof, the only place where he could think without the hindrance of others, well, except you. But you were never a hindrance to him, not even when he was angry, which was probably the reason why he didn’t turn around and slam you to the floor like he would to anyone else if they were following him in this state.

Your footsteps echoed with his as the two of you climbed the stairwell and eventually walked onto the school roof, the sun and sky greeting the two of you. When Jaejun heard the door close, that was when he finally unleashed his fury in the form of words.

“That fucking bastard!” he screamed, swinging his fists in the air as he cursed. “He fucking thinks that he can say things like that to me? Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!”

Jaejun twisted on the spot and kept pacing, his fists raining punches through the air, his vision blurred and buzzing as he continued to curse. His body was tight with fury, his teeth grinding together so tightly that he wouldn’t be surprised if they cracked under pressure. He twisted wildly on the spot, kicking the roof floor as he continued to pace and stomp. He noticed movement from the corner of his eye, your hair moving as you started walking towards him, a hand reaching out.

“Jaejun-”

“I know what colour your eyes are! They are bright! They’re gorgeous! That’s all I fucking need to know!”

Jaejun swung around and delivered a hard punch to his other hand, pain immediately throbbing from the strike but he did not care. His mind was just consumed with the mocking tone of his classmate when he had asked what colour your eyes were, fully knowing that Jaejun could not be precisely sure of it. He delivered another punch to his hand, and then another and another until it was not only pain that he was feeling in his hand but in his face too as tears began to escape as he continued to punch the air and himself.

And then he felt you wrap your arms around him. Your arms were feeble, a weak restraint that he could easily break out of, but when he felt them around himself, he couldn’t help but crumble on the spot. He dropped to his knees, let out a frustrated sob while he tightened his hands into fists, tears escaping his eyes while he felt you fall to the floor with him. You pressed yourself against his back, your face going into his neck while your hold on him only tightened, fingers flexing as your pressed your fingertips into his abdomen.

You didn’t say anything as he began to cry, only nuzzling his neck and pressing an odd kiss to his neck while he crumbled apart in front of you. He hated the fact that he had this damn condition. For his parents always claiming that he was perfection, he hardly felt he was perfect due to his colour blindness. He couldn’t even gift shopping on his own because he needed help to identify the colours. He could never just surprise you with a gift, or give his opinion about an outfit whenever the two of you did go out together. He could just comment on the outfit’s effect on your body lines, but not on your complexion, hair or face.

He was useless. He felt useless, and it did not help that others could see it from afar.

He moved in your arms, turning around on his knees until he was facing you, his hands immediately moving to cradle your face in his hands, your skin soft against his palm, eyes staring into his very soul. He swallowed thickly, tears still trailing down his cheeks as he continued to stare at you, his thumbs tracing your delicate cheekbones.

“You’re eyes are pretty. I love your eyes.”

Your eyes were always the most expressive part of you. He loved your eyes because they always told him what exactly you were feeling. Fear, worry, love...he loved being able to read you so easily. And seeing the trepidation in them, it just made his gut twist up painfully in a knot. He brought your head closer to his, pulling you close enough to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as he tried to regain control over himself, your touch helping him in some sense.

“Your eyes are everything to me.”

“Jaejun-”

“Just...stay quiet.”

He needed silence. He needed to breathe. He just needed you to stay where you were in the moment. He will get over it, just...in a moment.

Lee Sa-ra

Sara never has been someone to plan very long-term, but even she could admit that she should have planned this out better, especially since she had been avoiding your for so long.

She couldn’t even say that it was your fault because it wasn’t, but it was her pride and mind which kept blaming you because she didn’t want to blame herself. She was the one who kissed you, not the other way round. She was the one which had pushed you onto her studio couch and pressed her lips to yours in a messy kiss. Sure, she was high, but it didn’t mean that she didn’t feel anything in the kiss. No, the weed had made the experience even better. It compared to the damn movie comparisons about first kisses, fireworks and shit, and Sara realized that you had become her new bad habit. She had just started experimenting with weed, her and Myeong-oh smoking it together, but your lips simply tasted so divine that it could easily be the replacement.

You were so intoxicating. Even before she pulled you into her group, you already were such an enigma to her, even though you were regarded to be so plain. You were anything but that to her. She could not understand why, but her heart always fluttered whenever she saw you in the school corridors and whenever she had you pinned against a wall, desk, or any flat surface, she simply felt so hot that she felt for certain that a fire was igniting itself on her skin. Sara was not a stranger to obsession, specially since she could easily be taken away by inspiration into a vortex of art and painting, but she found her new obsession with you becoming eerily similar to the obsession that Yeonjin had with a certain Moon Dongeun.

Sara was possessive over you, like how Yeonjin was possessive over Dongeun, but instead of allowing others to inflict pain on you, she preferred inflicting a different kind of pain on you, one which consisted of her own touches and lips. She liked touching and squeezing your skin, watching the different reactions she got out of you. Pain, pleasure, and then a mixture of both. She enjoyed trailing her lips along your skin, making goosebumps in her wake, enticing her to bite at your skin, a mixture of pain and pleasure escaping your lips when she marked your skin.

She enjoyed touching you. She enjoyed tasting you. And since the last three works, she has enjoyed kissing you.

And it has been tormenting her ever since.

With her religious bringing and her father’s growth in religious following and his preaching, Sara has always been aware of the traditional ideas of relationships and did not expect herself to go against everything that she has been taught. She was to date boys and marry a man, have children and be a good wife, and she had fully committed herself to such a future; albeit with some twists of her own in terms of her interest in art. She was in no rush to commit herself to a man, enjoying her young life while she still can, but she was aware of the path she was expected to take.

And then she met you and everything went to hell.

She simply thought she liked you as Yeonjin like Dongeun. You entertained her and she didn’t want to get rid of her favorite toy; hence why she kept you. But since kissing you, she realized that she liked you in a way which she should only feel towards boys. She has dated before, she has kissed plenty of guys, but all of them faded into the background since kissing you. Your lips were smooth, soft, and perfectly fitted with hers. Your lips were intoxicating. She could spend hours kissing them and she practically did that night she pinned you down on her studio couch, but afterwards, a bitter ball had formed in her stomach and she had been unable to look at you ever since.

She liked it. No, she loved it. She loved kissing you, but she shouldn't love kissing you. It went against what she was brought up with, and when she had attempted broaching the topic with her parents during dinner, without actually confessing what happened between the two of you, she was immediately met with a horrified and fiery reaction. Her father immediately began to preach about the Bible, about its sayings between man and woman, while her mother simply nodded in agreement, not saying anything that contradicted her father. They then of course began to demand answers from Sara, demanding to know why she had such thoughts in her mind and where they had come from. She eventually managed to get them off her back without too much trouble; albeit with the demand to attend more of her father’s nightly services, but her parents opinions towards the matter had made her even more confused with herself.

She had been avoiding you since that night, and entire time she was separated from you, she felt as if she was in the burning inferno of hell. You had become a constant figure in her life, to the extent that her parents had asked why you were no longer attending her father’s services or coming by the house anymore. They believed that the two of you were best friends, but they were so unaware of the complicated dynamics between the two of you, which was a good thing because she could already predict her parents reactions if they found out the intimacies of your relationship with one another.

Sara even stopping forcing you along to her group session with Yeonjin and the others, which was immediately noticed by her friends. Jaejun did not care much, but Hyejeong couldn’t keep her damn mouth shut about the possible reasons why you were no longer with them. Yeonjin only listened to Hyejeong in mild interest, but she her eyes did glint whenever Sara got annoyed with Hyejeong’s damn mouth and shut her up with a rough push to the floor. She hated it when Hyejeong spouted dumb shit about you, and she practically decked Myeong-oh in the face whenever he made a remark about your body, blood immediately spouting out of his nose after Sara’s hand throbbed in pain. It was only when they decided to go home did Yeonjin whisper advice into her ear.

“To make things better for all us, just bring back your bitch and shut up about it. You’re being a fucking pain in the ass.”

Eloquent as ever, but Yeonjin’s words remained in her head for another week, marking one month since she first kissed you, eventually being the trigger to push her to travel all the way to your house in the middle of the night in the pouring rain. Your parents weren’t home, she knew this because she had overhead you speaking to one of your classmates about them leaving, for another business trip, leaving the you to the house on your own, which became a blessing in disguise because it meant that there would only be you who she would have to face.

Sara did not understand herself, not her thoughts or her heart, but she knew that both called for you, which was sign that you needed to be a part of her life. Her confusion over her feelings for you were stressful and tiring, it taking a toll on her as she had been unable to sleep properly ever since the kiss, but standing in front of your front door in the pouring rain, her body jumping from the nerves, it had more of an effect on her than she thought. And when she heard your voice on the front door intercom, a pressure behind her eyes and her throat suddenly built up, almost making it difficult to speak as she looked up at your front door camera.

“C-Come out here!” She demanded, her hands tightening into fists as she started to lose her nerve, the cold air biting at her body due to her thin clothes.

You didn’t respond to her words, a few moments going by without another word, but then she heard unlocking sounds behind the door, the noise immediately sparking more nerves in her body, which contributed to the panic she felt in her throat as the door eventually opened and revealed you dressed in some night clothes, hair slightly ruffled from sleep.

...

She couldn’t hold herself back. She all but threw herself at you, the force of her body making you stumble back into your force. You let out a gasp of surprise from the sudden force into your body, but then you squeaked when Sara’s lips pressed themselves against yours, a different sound leaving Sara as she kissed you again after a month of being separated.

She didn’t know that kissing you was going to be like a switch, but suddenly, she felt tears escaping her eyes. As her lips enveloped yours, whimpers escaped her lips, tears breaking out and trailing down her cheeks and onto yours, her hands gripping your cheeks tightly as she kept you in place. You were completely shocked, your hands frozen midair while Sara kissed you, but your lips...they moved with Sara’s.

Just as they did the night the two of you first kissed, after a few moments, your lips moved with hers in a rhythm only the two of you understood. Your lips fitted perfectly with hers and eventually your hands lowered themselves so that they were holding onto her waist, the touch sparking warmth in Sara’s body which prompted her to tighten her grips on your cheeks, her lips seeking out yours even though her lungs were begging for air. Only when she felt she was going to pass out from the lack of air did she finally separate from you, her tear-filled eyes staring at your still closed eyes, her hands trembling as she continued to hold you.

“...You’re mine.” Was all she could say, because even though she was beyond confused with herself and her feelings for you, she just knew that she wanted you. You had become something that she craved and could never tire of, you were her obsession and bad habit. You were hers, the foundation of everything stemmed from that one fact.

You were hers, and nothing else.

“S-Sara-”

“Say it.” She demanded, her forehead pressed against yours while she held you in place. “Say it now.”

“S-Sara-”

“Say it now, or I will make your life hell.”

“Y-you already-”

“You are driving me insane.” She hissed, her body pushing against yours until she had you pressed against the wall, a position she has grown to love ever since she had taken an interest in you. “Say that you are mine, otherwise I will do things to you which will ruin you.”

“...is that a threat or a promise?” You quipped, your eyes locked with hers and yet your head ducked submissively, the usual position you take when Sara pins you down. And despite her tears, Sara smiled. She moved her thumb to trace your bottom lip, threatening it with her nail.

“What do you think?”

“...I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

And then she kissed you again, more passionately this time, and more claiming.

Choi Hye-jeong

There was nothing more that Hyejeong wanted to do but to chase after you, but she couldn’t, not right now with everyone watching. Yeonjin and the others all laughed sadistically at your reaction, your tears serving as a source of humor to them, your running away sending them into hysterics because there was nothing more entertaining to them than the defeat and brokenness of others. Hyejeong was extremely experienced with pain, even though she hardly had much physical pain inflicted on her by the group, but she knew how poisonous the group could be, especially towards those they decided to use as their source of entertainment.

It was not often Hyejeong had to prove herself to the group since she was already a part of them, but lately Yeonjin and Sara had been ganging up on her to assert herself more in the group, well, that is asserting herself over their entertainment. Both the girls and the boys had teased the fact that Hyejeong was the weak link out of all of them due to her lower social status and lack of real power in the school and the group. Yeonjin was obviously the highest out of all of them, followed by Jaejun and Sara, leaving Myeong-oh and Hyejeong to scrape the bottom of the barrel. But despite the both of them being the same social class, Hyejeong had to admit that Myeong-oh was ranked higher than her simply because of his friendship with Jaejun and the fact that he was a guy, and so she had to prove herself more than he did in order to avoid being dropped in the group.

Hyejeong did not have any real power within the group, which is why she had to become more ruthless in the company of their toys, that of which consisted of you. Dongeun dodged the bullet by dropping out, which left you to take the brunt of everything in the group. But despite of everything, the two of you managed to form some kind of...attachment despite the circumstances. Hyejeong was not the same when she was with you privately. Her more genuine side came out, her more humane side, the side which is squashed each time she is in the company of Yeonjin and the others.

You knew that Hyejeong hated the group as much as the others and yet she could not help but cling herself to them. They were everything that she wanted to be. They were rich, prestigious and powerful. None of them understood the pain of struggling or to stress over the possibilities of paying rent or making enough money. None of them understood the daily struggles of the common folk, if they did, they would never last because they would be unused to the struggles which were so common to people like you and Hyejeong.

But to make it in the cold cruel world, one needed connections, and the only connections which Hyejeong was able to make was through Yeonjin and the others, and unfortunately, connections came to the cost of personal relationships like you and her.

She will admit that she had gone too far with you, even though she did not lay a hand on you. Despite her difference in social class with the others, one thing which Hyejeong has always been able to protect herself with was her mouth. She knew exactly what to say to cut people down to their knees, and she used that exact talent on you in the middle of class, all classmate being present to her complete destruction of your dignity. Yeonjin and the others found it hilarious, along with the rest of the class, but Hyejeong instantly felt guilt the second she crossed the line.

You had run away and didn’t appear for the next two periods, something which Hyejeong immediately noticed but pretended not to care. No one else noticed your absence, and when lunch time came, your complete humiliation all but became a thing of the past, something was both horrifying and sickening in the school, and yet no one were able to escape such a thing from occurring. It was dog eat dog in this school, and you were someone who unfortunately was getting eaten by the bigger dog, that dog being Hyejeong.

Eventually Hyejeong could not take it anymore. She needed to see you. She managed to pardon herself from her friend group and immediately sought out for you, trying her best to keep her emotions in check as she searched for every possible place you could be. When she eventually heard your sobs from the school roof, did her stomach make a twist. Hyejeong knew that you were upset, but seeing you cry was always the worst sight for her, and knowing that she was the reason made the twisted feeling even worse.

“Y/N...” She called out, closing the roof door behind her and locking it for good measure to make sure no one else would enter the roof area, giving the two of you absolute privacy.

“...Go away.” you snapped, your back facing you as you cowered against the roof building wall, not allowing Hyejeong a glance of your crying face.

“Y/N...” She said again, taking a step towards you, only to freeze when you raised your voice.

“Go away!”

You were a quiet person, something which had drawn you to the group in the first place. Naturally submissive, but you did at times show some fire, such as now, something which always surprised Hyejeong because she was so used to seeing your weaker side. But it seemed when Hyejeong was on her own, she would not be presented the side, not when she did not have the backup of the others.

“Y/N, I-”

“I don’t want to hear it Hyejeong.” You said, your head shaking as you raised it from its position of resting on top of your knees. “Just leave me alone.”

“Y/N, I didn’t have a choice, you have to know that I-”

“You did have a choice. You always have a choice, but you choose to hurt me instead of the others. Every time, you don’t choose me.”

You turned your head to face her, your face red and puffy from crying. The sight immediately punched Hyejeong in the gut, the young woman feeling a pressure build up in her throat as she continued to look at you, your words hitting her like daggers to a wooden wall.

“Y/N...I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean it. You have to know that.”

You scoffed.

“Sure Hyejeong.”

“I’m serious, I-”

“It doesn’t matter if it is serious. You knew exactly what to say to get me down. You knew exactly what to say to hit me where it hurts. And I can’t forgive you for it. Not for that.”

Even though she knew that it would be hard to make you forgive her...it hurt to hear that, to the extent that she felt pressure building up behind her eyes, guilt and remorse twisting in her chest as her throat tightened.

“Y/N...listen, I just-”

“Hyejeong, just leave me alone. Please.”

“No, I need you to-”

“Hyejeong, I don’t want to talk to you! In fact, I am just done with all of this! I’m done!”

“...done?” Hyejeong repeated, her eyes widening and her heart dropping to her stomach as your words began to swirl around your head. The pressure behind her eyes increased, her head beginning to shake as walked towards you, hands reaching out. “W-What do you mean?”

You looked at her with a suddenly exhausted expression, eyes burning with exhaustion and pain, but with a silent resilience.

“I mean I’m done with us. With whatever is with us. I’m done, just done.”

...

The tears just came out of nowhere. Despite the circumstances between the two of you, the two of you made things work, in some kind of twisted way. But this was the first time you mentioned an end to the two of you, the end of whatever kind of ... relief the two of you have with the privacy of one another. And even though she was a very proud woman, she couldn’t stop the tears escaping her eyes from the prospect of the end between the two of you.

“W-Wait, let’s just-”

“No Hyejeong, I’m done.

“Y-Y/N-”

You shook your head, raising your hand to stop Hyejeong from talking as you stood up from your spot on the floor. You wiped at your eyes before taking a deep breath and turning to stare at her.

“I can’t stand being second anymore Hyejeong. I am enough pain as is, and you playing both sides is only making things worse for me. If you aren’t going to choose me, then I am going to choose myself.”

You gave her a hard look before brushing past her, not sparing her another look as you unlocked the roof door and left her behind, left with nothing but her own thoughts, cracked heart, and tear-filled face.

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