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regenderate-fic · 2 years

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When I Run Away (You're Who I Run To): Chapter 8

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Yaz pulled out her phone and dialed Donna. With Penny asleep, Yaz was sitting with Rose on the living room sofa, each with cups of tea: Rose seemed liable to fall asleep herself at any moment, but now that Yaz was awake, she was awake.

“Hello?” Donna’s voice was tense and thin on the other end of the line. “Have you got hold of her?”

“Yeah,” Yaz said, and she could hear Donna let out a breath. “She broke her phone, is all. She said her mum called.”

Donna’s reaction was immediate. “Oh my God. Is she all right?”

“Not really,” Yaz said, glancing at Rose. “I mean, she’s sleeping now. But she clearly didn’t last night. Rose and I are still here. We told Ace to go home.” She hesitated. “And we haven’t got anything planned for today. Like, we can stay as long as Penny wants us.”

“Thanks,” Donna said. “Really.”

“It’s no problem,” Yaz replied. “We want to make sure she’s safe.”

“Of course this happens when I’m away,” Donna said. “You're sure you’re okay helping her?”

“Honestly, Donna, just enjoy your trip. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Call me if anything changes,” Donna said.

“‘Course.” Yaz hung up the phone and tossed it onto the end table with a sigh.

“Did she say anything new?” Rose asked.

Yaz shook her head. “Just wanted to know if Penny was all right.”

Rose nodded. For a moment, she and Yaz sat in silence— and then Rose asked, “Are you all right?”

“Think so,” Yaz said. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” Rose took a shaky breath. “I mean, worried. But I’m all right.”

“Yeah.” Yaz shook her head. “It’s funny. I was so afraid when Donna called. Even though we’ve only known them for a couple weeks.”

“I don’t think there’s really a time limit on this kind of thing,” Rose said. “Besides, Penny worked her way into our lives quick, didn’t she.”

Yaz laughed. “Still.”

“Yeah.” Rose reached out, taking Yaz’s hand. Yaz stiffened instinctively at the touch, but it only took another moment for her to relax. It was natural, after all, when they were both a little scared.

“I’m glad I’ve got you,” she said to Rose.

Rose gave her a small smile. “Me too.”

It was a long time before Penny woke up. Rose did fall asleep again, and she managed to do it lying across Yaz’s lap, so Yaz couldn’t move either— not that she minded, really. She just fiddled with her phone, scrolling through social media, jumping from game to game as each one failed to hold her scattered attention. About an hour later, Rose woke up for real, rolling into Yaz for a moment before sitting up and stretching.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Sort of,” Yaz said. She laughed. “Too bad the bakery’s not open.”

Rose smiled. “Maybe I’ll stop at the cafe down the street. I bet Penny will want something when she wakes up.”

“Didn’t she say that cafe was ‘not worth calling a cafe’?” Yaz asked.

“Yeah, well, it’s kind of our best option,” Rose said. “Considering we were supposed to do our shopping today.”

Yaz groaned. She’d forgotten it was supposed to be grocery day. “We’ll have to go when Donna gets back.”

“Right,” Rose said. “So for right now, it’s the cafe down the street or it’s nothing. What’ll you have?”

“Whatever you don’t think I’ll hate,” Yaz said. “Maybe an omelet or something.”

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Rose got up and was out the door. Yaz sat back.

Half an hour later, Yaz’s phone buzzed— it was Rose, texting Yaz to let her in. Yaz obliged, and Rose stepped into the flat with a plastic bag and a cardboard tray with three coffees.

“Had to guess how Penny takes it,” she said, setting down the bag and tray on the coffee table. “Asked them to put a small coffee in a large cup and figured she’ll add to it when she gets up.”

“Sounds good to me,” Yaz said. She picked up one of the smaller coffees and sipped it. It was sweet— definitely Rose’s. She put it back in the tray and took the other one for herself.

Rose fished a styrofoam container out of the bag. “Think this is yours,” she said. “It’s veggie. Didn’t think you’d hate it.”

“Thanks.” Yaz opened the container to see, as promised, a large vegetable-heavy omelet.

“Wasn’t sure what Penny would want,” Rose added, fishing out another container, “but I figured if I got pancakes they’d be easy to heat up when she’s ready.”

“Good logic.”

Rose glanced down the hall. “Have you heard from her?”

“No,” Yaz said. “Hope that means she’s getting some sleep.”

Rose nodded. “Me too.” She tossed Yaz a pack of plastic cutlery and opened another styrofoam container, this one hers.

Yaz and Rose had long since finished their food— and put Penny’s in the fridge— by the time they heard the door open at the other end of the hall. There were footsteps, and then the sounds of the toilet flushing and sink running in the bathroom, and then Penny stumbled into the living room, somehow managing to look completely unrested. She looked around for a moment, dazed, and then she noticed Yaz and Rose. She stared blankly for a long moment.

“You didn’t leave.”

“We said we’d stay,” Rose said. She waved Penny over. “C’mon, sit down. We got you coffee.”

“Oh.” Penny shuffled closer. She picked up the coffee, turning it over in her hands.

“It’s probably cold by now,” Yaz added. “We can heat it up, if you want.”

Penny shook her head. “I don’t mind cold.”

“You’ll have to do the milk and sugar yourself,” Rose said. “I didn’t know what you liked.”

Penny looked up. “Thanks.” She moved into the kitchen with sluggish steps, a far cry from her usual exuberance, and opened the top of the cup. She fiddled with a couple different canisters, pouring what looked like sugar into the cup, and then she opened the fridge. For a second, she just stared into it— and then she held up the styrofoam container that held her pancakes. “This yours?”

“That’s for you too,” Rose called back.

Yaz got up. “Hold on, I’ll warm it up for you.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” Penny said. “You’ve already gone to so much trouble.”

“Not really,” Yaz said. “It’s not like we made them.”

Penny narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t go to that place down the street, did you?”

“So what if we did?” Yaz raised her eyebrows. “Not like our usual place was open.”

Penny let out the ghost of a laugh. “Suppose not.”

Carefully, Yaz eased the styrofoam out of Penny’s hands, looking around for an appliance to use to reheat the pancakes as Penny pulled a carton of soy milk out of the fridge for her coffee. Yaz spotted a microwave, hidden behind a bag of flour and a bowl of fruit.

“D’you have plates?” she asked Penny.

“Up there.” Penny gestured towards a cupboard.

“Thanks.” Yaz opened the cupboard and brought down a plate to slide the pancakes onto. She glanced back at Penny. “You go sit down. I’ll take care of this.”

Penny returned the soy milk to the fridge and slumped towards the sofa with her coffee. Yaz stuck the plate in the microwave and set the timer. A couple minutes later, she brought the newly warm pancakes over to Penny, handing her the disposable cutlery and plastic tub of syrup that had come with them.

“Thanks.”

Yaz resumed her former position on the sofa, now with Penny between her and Rose. For a while, the only sounds were Penny’s fork scraping against her plate. Finally, she set her plate down and pulled her legs to her chest, resting her head on her knees.

Rose scooted a little closer to Penny. “How are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” Penny said. She seemed to deflate a little. “Had better nights.” She paused. “Also had much worse. So. You know.”

“Yeah.” Rose hesitated. “Do you need anything?”

“Does anything help when this happens?” Yaz added.

Penny shrugged. “Dunno. It’s been a while.” She took a deep breath. “Probably a good thing, right? If it’s been a while? Honestly, I was probably due for something like this. Keep overexerting myself, don’t I?”

“You didn’t know your mum was going to call,” Yaz pointed out.

“No, I mean—” Penny leaned back, letting her head fall until it hit the back of the sofa. “I’ve got this thing— oh, I’m awful at explaining it, honestly.”

“You don’t have to,” Rose said. “I mean, it’s none of our business, really.”

“It sort of is,” Penny said. “I mean, if you’re— if you’re trying to take care of me. I don’t know.” She lifted her head, sucking in a deep breath. “It’s just— it’s not just a mental thing, me being all tired like this.”

“No?” Yaz asked.

“It’s sort of—” Penny waved a hand. “I don’t know. Got sick when I was a kid. Never really got better.”

“Oh, like chronic fatigue?” Yaz asked. One of her mum’s friends had had something similar happen, although she hadn’t been a kid at the time.

Penny nodded. “Took me years to get seen for it, mind. Donna had to drag me in. And then the doctors weren’t very useful.” She shook her head. “I sort of thought it was normal. Like, you’re supposed to lose energy as you grow up, aren’t you? I made it through culinary school and everything. Could’ve been much worse.” She glanced between Rose and Yaz. “I still mostly try to hide it. But, you know. Can only hide it if nothing else goes wrong.” She flicked at the air absently.

“What do you mean?” Rose asked.

“Like how— most people can probably handle a few things going wrong before they crash, yeah?” Penny took a shaky breath. “But I’ve got this one thing all the time, and if anything else happens, I sort of crumble. And then I’ve got to pretend I haven’t crumbled, because I don’t want people to see me like this, and it’s all a bit of a mess, really. Especially when there’s so much that could crumble me.”

“Sounds awful,” Rose said quietly.

“I try not to think about it,” Penny said, her tone trying for breezy. “Got a nice life, you know? Bakery. Donna.” She shot Yaz and Rose a glance. “Friends across the street.” She hesitated. “‘Course, not thinking about it is how I wind up ignoring it, and ignoring it is how I wind up barely able to get up the stairs to the flat.” With half a laugh, she added, “And don't expect me in your shop next week, either.”

“We’ll come to you.” Yaz moved a little closer. “Promise.”

“We can come by all the time after we close,” Rose added. “Or I guess before, if you’re up.”

“Don’t count on it.” Penny grimaced. “Going to need my sleep, too. Hate sleeping.” She let her head fall forward again.

Yaz hesitated. Slowly, she extended a careful arm around Penny’s shoulders. Immediately, Penny crumbled, falling against Yaz, her head nestling against Yaz's shoulder. Her hair tickled Yaz’s chin, and Yaz could feel her body shaking. Yaz sent a wide-eyed look over Penny's head to Rose, who gave her a soft smile in return. Rose’s hand covered Penny’s, and Penny clung to it.

“Does a distraction help?” Rose asked. “Could watch telly or something.”

“I don’t know,” Penny said, mostly into Yaz’s shirt.

“Oh, don’t let her,” Yaz said. “She’s just going to get you invested in one of her awful soaps.”

Rose scoffed. “Says the woman who’s been watching my ‘awful soaps’ with me for years now.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you lured me in,” Yaz replied. “Don’t let her do this to you, Penny.”

Penny looked up, still sniffling. “I can’t judge. I watch Love Island.”

“Oh, no,” Yaz groaned.

Rose had a devilish grin. “Oh, yes.” She nodded at the television at the other end of the room. “Penny, can that thing do streaming?”

“Think so,” Penny said. “If you can find the remote.”

“All right if I look around here, then?” Rose asked.

“Sure.”

Rose got up and opened the cabinet under the television. She rummaged through for a second and then came away with three different remotes. She pointed one of them at the screen, then another. Finally, the TV flickered to life. Rose sat back on the sofa, fiddling with the remotes until she managed to pull up the show. She hit the keep watching button, which launched them right into the middle of a series. Yaz had seen this one already— she did watch with Rose sometimes. She didn’t really mind it, despite all her protests. Rose’s reactions to all the drama made the drama itself seem a lot less deadly boring.

One episode turned into another, and another, and suddenly Yaz realized they’d been there for hours. Penny was half-asleep against her shoulder, and Rose was still keeping up a running stream of commentary on the show, which included a lot more behind-the-scenes gossip than it had the first time Yaz had watched it with her. Finally, Yaz said, “D’you think we should start thinking about something to eat again?”

“Could order delivery,” Rose suggested. She glanced at Yaz. “I don’t see you moving anytime soon.”

Yaz laughed. “Suppose not.” She jostled Penny a little. “Hey, Penny?” Penny’s eyes snapped open.

“I’m awake!”

“‘Course you are,” Yaz said, smiling. “What do you want to eat?”

“Oh.” Penny frowned. “I don’t know. Not really hungry.”

“Well, I’m hungry,” Rose said, “and you haven’t eaten since breakfast. D’you like Chinese?”

“Oh, dumplings?” Penny asked.

“If you like.” Rose pulled out her phone. “I just know they deliver, is all.” She glanced at Yaz. “Fried rice for you?”

Yaz nodded.

“I’ll get extra,” Rose added. “So we can have the leftovers. Penny, how are you with soup?”

Forty-five minutes later, they had an impressive spread of take-out on the coffee table. Rose had brought over a few dishes: Penny— and by extension Yaz— hadn’t moved much in hours, but she sat up now to pile dumplings onto a plate. She nibbled at the edge of one, her eyes mostly on the television.

By the time the series ended, it was dark out, and empty plates were scattered amongst to-go containers and leftovers on the coffee table. Penny was leaning against Rose now, so Yaz got up to clear everything up, bringing the plates to the kitchen and washing them, putting the leftovers in the fridge. She came back to find Penny sitting up, blinking in the dim light.

“Do you want us to stay here tonight?” Yaz asked. She glanced at Rose. “I don’t really want to leave you alone right now.”

“Okay,” Penny said. She nodded, half to herself. “Couch folds out, if you want it.”

Yaz nodded. “Right. Rose, you staying?”

“‘Course.”

“I can go grab us pajamas, then,” Yaz said. “And maybe clothes for tomorrow?”

“Sounds good,” Rose said.

“Great. Be right back.” Yaz left the flat, hurrying down the stairs and across the street. She grabbed a few things from her room, then entered Rose’s: it was odd, being in there on her own, but at least she could be quick: she knew how Rose liked to organize her things. She grabbed Rose’s favorite pajamas and a comfortable T-shirt and jeans for the next day, and then she stuffed everything into a reusable grocery bag, added toothbrushes, and hurried back across the street. She reentered Penny’s flat to find Rose in the middle of adding a sheet to the fold-out mattress, Penny sitting with her knees to her chest on an adjacent armchair.

“Right,” Yaz said, holding up the bag. “Got our stuff.” She looked at Penny. “Do you need help getting ready for bed?”

Penny shook her head. “I’m all right.” She pushed herself up out of the armchair. Her every step still looked arduous, but she didn’t look like she was about to fall over. Yaz watched her go for a second, then turned back to Rose.

“D’you need help with that?” she asked, nodding to the sheet. Rose was sprawled across the mattress, trying to get it on.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Rose clambered off the bed and handed one end of the sheet to Yaz. Together, they stretched it across the mattress. They added a top sheet, then a blanket, and by the time they were done, Penny was standing in the doorway, somehow managing to look very small in her oversized hoodie and flannel pajama bottoms.

“Hey,” Yaz said. “You ready for bed?”

Penny nodded.

“C’mon, then.” Yaz crossed the room, Rose just a step behind. They each reached an arm around Penny, supporting her as they walked to her room.

“Will you wait until I fall asleep again?” Penny asked, sitting down at the edge of her bed. “Just— just tonight?”

“‘Course we will,” Rose said.

“Thanks.” Penny closed her eyes, just for a moment. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“‘Course we do,” Yaz said. “You’re our friend.” She lifted her foot to tap it against Penny’s. “We want to make sure you’re doing okay.”

“Thanks,” Penny said again. She laid down, pushing at the covers until Rose eased them out from under her and pulled them over her body. Penny clutched the blankets to her chest, her eyes squeezed shut. Yaz and Rose sat together at the end of the bed again, and only when Penny’s body relaxed and her breaths evened out did they leave the bedroom.

They took turns in the bathroom, changing into their pajamas. Yaz went first, and by the time Rose came out, Yaz was already half asleep: Rose slipped into the bed next to her, reaching to take her hand and squeeze it once before letting go.

“How are you doing?” she asked.

“All right,” Yaz said. “Tired. You?”

Rose’s eyes glittered in the dim light. “About the same. Glad we can help.”

“Yeah.” Yaz took a deep breath. “Glad Penny’s going to be all right.”

“Me too.” Rose held Yaz’s eyes for another moment, and then she whispered, “Good night,” and rolled over.

“Night.” Yaz rolled in the other direction, facing away from Rose. She was asleep seconds later.

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jae-canikeepyou · 3 years

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| into you | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

word count: 7.7k+

summary: as the uni campus’ social butterfly, it’s a given you have a lot of friends, invited to almost all gatherings and all adore you. for the latter, jaehyun does too. he’s so into you and likes how you’re his happy place. or; jaehyun— an unsocial, often misunderstood person, finds his behaviour different with you and perhaps wants to keep you for himself, not anyone else.

genre: fluff + elite!au

a/n: i’m back after a while since i’ve been so so busy! this is not proofread again and i’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes down there :> this is not canon with “letting go” scenario in case there’s any similarities with the characters. hehe anyway i hope you all enjoy reading! ♡ ~j.

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seated at the front row in the amphitheatre-shaped lecture hall, jaehyun frustratingly put his hood back on to hide himself from those who were staring from all around. they were definitely whispering about him, hands by their lips to conceal their voices in case he heard them. he hated this much attention, all because he chose stay of out school and classes— and claimed that it didn’t interest him.

so did coming today.

but the point was his attendance for this class was on the line and his busybody parents were sick of receiving phone calls or mails that kept filling their boxes, all for the same reason; that their son could be expelled despite handing assignments.

he rolled his eyes at the heat creeping up his ears as the whispers grew louder. he slammed the thin granite table, causing everyone to flinch at the sound and his presence. “can i have some quiet?! i can hear you guys talking crap about me!” he turned around at the pairs of eyes, soon frozen like meerkats.

they ticked him off. he couldn’t stand being in the same room with people who repeatedly questioned his existence of being here. he knew that rumours were going around, that the ‘jeong jaehyun’ in high school got into an private elite university— it could be anywhere but never expected it‘d be this campus. it was written in the judgment of their faces.

“chill man,” a guy his age swung his lollipop with legs on the desk. “some are curious why you decided to show up today since first semester’s a week away from ending, while some even wonder why you got into such prestigious and elite university.”

jaehyun’s eyed him slowly from legs to head. “who are you supposed to be?” he snorted at the stranger.

“just a guy who wants to break the distraught you’re trying to start.” he kicked his legs off the desk and stood up on his suede shoes, showing off his pearly whites.

he looked at everyone whose eyes averted from the two of them. “our town’s a small neighbourhood, so everybody knows everybody. we know exactly who you are, jeong jaehyun.”

“excuse me?” he swirled his tongue that it was evident he was pissed. “careful what you accuse me of. you and i both know it’s not going to end well-”

“they’re near they’re near!” a voice echoed the hall, cutting jaehyun’s attempt to intimidate the young man any further.

and with that signal alone, jaehyun could see and observe ladies fixing their hair and make-up, while the guys gave fistbumps to those near them. he rolled his eyes at him returning the favour to them as the guy unbuttoned his collar. “what’s wrong with you?” jaehyun was utterly weirded out. “with everyone?”

the crimson-haired guy only gave a flirty grin with raised brows. “this happens everytime.“

the door swung open with the professor rushing in. the students swifted heads, it wasn’t the first time he ever was late. he was young and good-looking, and it was hard to believe he still a bachelor. he gestured someone at the door, then the held-in giggles and mumbles were soon replaced with whispers of awe, as you walked in carefully with a tower of binder folders halfly covering your view.

clearly the guys around him have been secretly admiring; some had the confidence of taking selfies even if you were far, while others took a picture with their eyes so you were marked in their memories. ladies flocked towards the flustered professor like little chicks and surrounded him.

and that’s when the comments started coming in.

“park seojoon is so hot.” “hey remember to use ‘professor’.” “i guess genes runs in the family.” “his sister is ethereal too.” “i see her weekly and y/n’s a goddess.” “y/n! are you coming to the party tonight?”

jaehyun knew who you were through social media and common friends. and he included himself part of the people who admire you. he also remembered because he bumped into you during orientation. he wouldn’t usually care about passerby’s and strangers and although that was a brief moment and short eye contact, something about you was hard to not forget. you had people and friends under a charming spell he couldn’t describe, and that was in a good way.

you tucked a strand behind your ear and became shy afterwards as they whistled and cheered towards your gesture, making you heat up a thousand degrees higher. you should be used to this but every time it happens, you were just as flustered as your brother.

jaehyun’s legs got up on its own and was surprised at himself for making his way to help you. he picked up the fallen binder files and scattered papers while the whiskers by your eyes creased up in shyness.

he hitched a breath realising that the clumsy you was adorable too.

“thank you.” a smile then appearing at the corners of your lips caused jaehyun to freeze for a while. yuta wouldn’t miss anyone’s reaction. he slid his chair close to jaehyun’s as the he came back, nudging his chair for him to give into your beauty.

“i know a person with heart eyes when i see one. now you understand why we’re whipped for y/n. isn’t she a babe- agh.” he held the back of his head from the smack.

“don’t call me that, nakamoto.” you hissed sharply with how confident and careless he could get, especially with people you weren’t familiar with. you looked at the guy in a black sweater and let out an embarrassed sigh. “i’m sorry about my annoying best friend. yuta tends to be chatty when he feels lonely.” you winked at him.

it was jaehyun’s turn to flash short chuckle, its faint sounds perked not only your ears, but yuta’s as well. “not a problem. i know a lonely person when i see one.” jaehyun emphasised through his gaze.

“i’m not lonely! i have y/n and my men!” he whined and turned towards you. “see what you did y/n?”

“it’s good to finally see you, jeong jaehyun.” you ignored yuta and brought out a hand for a greeting.

you pursed your lips to stifle a laugh, jaehyun’s ears quickly turned from pink to red. he gulped loudly and took your hand in his, eyebrows lifting at how you knew his name.

lost for words and you both locked eyes where he forgot to let your hands go. “we take the same course together? i know your name because you’re the only one missing from the class-” you said, shaking his hands to subtly let him know it had been a minute since your hands felt his vainey flesh.

“okay young lad that’s enough time holding my sister.” seojoon separated your hands and jaehyun snapped out of his admiration, inhaling quite stressfully with how stupid he looked. “get to your class y/n.”

“alright, i’ll see you at tea hour.” you waved at the boys.

“as long as you’re treating i’ll go.” yuta hummed in a monotonous voice, fixing his laces that went untied.

“i’m not talking to you dimwit.” you flicked his forehead, leading to your satisfaction of the nut-like sound from it. “jaehyun, because you missed yesterday’s class, prof assigned me to assist you, along with the other topics you’ve yet to cover. i’ll be expecting you at the café near campus.”

before you stepped out of the hall, yuta pulled your sweater, yanking you back. “are you going to taeyong’s party tonight? you never miss an event!”

you puckered your lips, pinching his cheeks that a cute gummy smile came out from it. “you know my rules. as long as you’re driving me home, i’ll go. see you later.”

jaehyun nodded yet was still in a daze. he realised what you said when yuta pushed him. “gross. don’t act as if we’re already close.”

“hm? was i really? i think it’s normal when you’re making a move on my best friend.” he brought out his laptop and typed his password.

i wasn’t. “whatever.”

and to say that jaehyun didn’t feel butterflies flying uncontrollably in his stomach would be an understatement. they made the intestine churn in ways he couldn’t imagine, and he himself wanted to deny that what he was feeling was just from the influence of others. but wouldn’t that mean his feelings were temporary? because if it were, he should perceive you an ordinary person.

yet here he was outside, still admiring you before he entered the café. he found it was amusing of how oblivious you were of his presence— you were too immersed into this assigned task by professor, but others found it funnier when jaehyun looked stupidly in-love and cowardly the lad looked, despite having the overall aura of a stuck-up.

as the sun’s rays brightened the city and the wind’s breeze made the trees leaves dance, only then had you raise your head to see jaehyun waving at you. ten minutes early, not bad for an actual first impression. “hey,” he greeted, making you smile with his low but gentle voice. “am i late?”

you took your bag from across and asked him to sit down. “no no. you’re just in time, it’s really nice to have an early bird around.”

his dimples deepened at the compliment. “how about the project? is it too late? you think i can still catch up?” jaehyun cleared his throat.

“that depends on your dedication. based on the record professor gets, you’ve been doing your tasks and homework quite diligently. he’s just worried about your habit of not attending his lectures might lead to procrastination when second semester starts.” you gave him a slice of cheesecake to eat. “he’s still teaching us another subject.”

“it’s quite the contrary.” he dove in for the dessert. “i don’t have the will to procrastinate at all.”

“then good.” you twisted the pen in your fingers. “let’s get started?”

for that span of two hours, how he wished it could be more. who knew you would have a lot of things in common with him? that time alone was not enough to talk about vinyl and jazz singers and pretty much everything that were overlooked by people. he brought up his favourite spots in the city and how they became a safe haven to escape the reality.

to cut the explaining short, his shell slowly started to open, bits and new things were showing. if you were surprised he was a good person, jaehyun himself couldn’t believe he was able to converse with people normally. being the awkward and shy type, doing this almost seemed impossible.

was it your magic that caused him to do so?

you learnt that jaehyun was rather special and by special it meant he had gifts that you believed were way beyond human limits. he never studied in a library, rewatched lectures or written his notes. and the professor mentioned how jaehyun received good grades in most of the things he submitted.

to be very honest, you were a little jealous. from how he was sitting in front of you, he didn’t seem to be interested but was definitely listening. and you sort of gave up in continuing anyway. “i don’t understand why i’m told i need to guide you when you’ve already caught up with everything.” you let out a soft chuckle that seemed more of a question.

“i was waiting for you to stop..” jaehyun said quite blatantly and stretched his arms and you were hurt because if he didn’t want to, he could’ve said so. heck, even more so, he shouldn’t have come here and wasted time-

“..because it looked like you were forced to do this by prof.” his smile then faded seeing you mirror the same. “are you alright? you’re a little pale..”

your eyes widened. “oh uh, sorry, i assumed-” you sputtered and probably died inside with what he said. you cursed in your mind. dammit y/n.

jaehyun raised his brows, making you more flustered and panicky. you sighed and waved your ‘its-nothing’ hand. “assumed that i’m brusque and a stuck-up?”

he pierced his eyes at you and you weren’t going to lie, he scared you a bit. but that fear immediately disappeared when a gentle giggle and adorable dimples replaced it. “i get that a lot, but don’t worry. i’m different from what people think. they think i’m not friendly, a-and a loner too.”

“you’re not.” he heard you counter him, slightly slamming the fork down. “if you were, you wouldn’t be here with me. or even bothered to come.”

his heart became warm through your words, that act of kindness torn down his walls of inferiority and his perception towards people changed. “thanks.” he checked the time on his watch and twisted his wrist to show to you. “don’t you have a party to attend to?”

“lee taeyong’s?” you stood up to leave the café. “i feel like skipping it for tonight. i’m not in the mood for parties somehow.”

“because i’m a better company for you?” jaehyun teased and boy was he proud with his remark, you didn’t even deny it. “you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to. it’s better to have time for yourself sometimes.”

“you’re saying from experience?” you asked, putting pressure on your words about his claim of being alone.

“it’s more of an advice for you.” he winked.

you thought he was quite observant even though he barely socialised with others. he noticed the light in your eyes sparkling, in which he felt his chest squeeze. you twirled in your toes as you hugged your laptop. “say.. are you up for a movie marathon?”

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including now, it’d be the fourth time you both have rewind the specific scene just for that certain song jaehyun kept singing nonstop. and although you loved his voice, having the song on replay would be a little too much and the purpose of the marathon might go in vain. it seemed jaehyun was way into it, so interrupting him would be mean of you so you sang along.

“the nostalgia still hits me ‘til this day.” jaehyun tossed a bag of chips from your kitchen island to you.

jaehyun kept saying it may sound stupid and corny coming from him, but as a child he liked the whole high school musical series; and he pretty much became one when breaking free started to play.

because you both couldn’t decide where to watch the beloved movies by everyone, the marathon ended up being at your apartment. it was subtle, yet quite obvious to you he didn’t want it to be held in his place. you thanked your psychology course for giving lessons to notice even the little things in behaviour.

“how many times do i have to keep telling you it’s okay to like it? not like anyone would tease you for it.” you giggled as you opened the bag and popped a couple of chips into your mouth.

“yeah sure, but i know you would.” he squinted his eyes for you to admit that that was your plan eventually.

“have i?” you singsonged, sipping on the large cola cup.

he pointed at the hairbrush you held and suddenly you bursted out in laughter since jaehyun was obviously— maybe a little— offended with how you mimicked him singing earlier. “okay you caught me.”

jaehyun felt his entire body heating up. still in denial about actually being into you, he took a challenge upon himself and scooted next to you. his arms slightly brushed and touched against yours. “you in for hsm 2?”

“well we are having a marathon, might as well go for camp rock later.” you shrugged and eyed him with a confirming gaze.

“uh-huh.. but i’m still a fan of the trilogy.” jaehyun stole the chips in your hands.

“now aren’t you cheeky.” you gasped at his playful behaviour, and you didn’t dislike it. perhaps you prefer this naught over yuta’s as it didn’t get into your nerves or have the urge to hit him because of the hyperness.

he sat deeper into the beanbag. “i’m comfortable in here. your house feels too homey.”

“so is it my fault that you’re in your comfort zone?” you stated, taking the bag of chips back into your arms.

“yes.” he protested with frequent waves of his palms. “you’re too kind and i might come here to visit often.”

“suit yourself.”

since he arrived here it had him wondering, why did he decide to show up today at campus when there was actually a pure human being like you? he just needed a person— just one— to knock onto his heart. yet with many people in his life trying to do the same thing, none held the correct key. and somehow,

it had to be you.

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you’ve lost count of the number of times jaehyun has been hanging at your crib since then. it became a normal routine but never have you been to his place. it was always yours and you didn’t mind that. though he did promise, you respected his decision.

you found out he could be little dorky and corny but that was the unique trait about him. like friends at kindergarten, you both were still at a get-to-know-each-other stage. so that day, he created a schedule where he would hang out with you on wednesdays and fridays, claiming that he didn’t want to be seen by others, e.g. mr. nobody with ms. golden girl.

however, since then, people close to you have been looking at you rather differently. it wasn’t because they sometimes see jaehyun following you around, they sensed a different aura from you. you could feel their piercing stares from all directions, as if you were the centerpiece of a watch. there was something a little different than usual.

and you tried to ignore this ominous feeling for now.

yuta shook his legs vigorously, in which was an unsightly act to see for someone on the soccer team. you could see him from afar with his hands by his lips, biting it as he waited for your arrival at the university’s sports ground. jaehyun jogged towards you with his bag slung diagonally across his torso. he poked your neck and as a person with severe tickle spots, that caught you off guard into a fight-me position to the doer.

“chill, it’s just me.” jaehyun had both of his hands up, whiskers appearing just by the sides of his nose.

“jaehyun!” you relaxed your limbs. “got a better way of greeting? i don’t like being surprised.” you pulled the hem of his sleeve, missing how he pursed his lips in glee when you both instantly became close, like it was overnight.

he let you grab him as you both walked towards where yuta was standing by the bleachers. “i’m sorry?” he giggled loud enough only for you to hear. “i thought i’d get a priceless reaction from you.”

you rolled your eyes that it almost hurt doing so. “be glad i have enough patience for you.”

“and i didn’t have enough patience last night!” yuta joined the conversation seeing you and jaehyun before him. “where have you been? you said you were coming to my place yesterda- why is he here?” he looked at him then at you. “with you? again?”

“ever thought that i want to have my own ‘me’ time for once?” you took off your cardigan and placed it on the bleachers. you could feel jaehyun chuckling softly when you made reference to his remark.

and boy was he proud. “you’re emphasising on that quite often nowadays.” he helped you carry your bag as you to settled down.

“that’s because i never realised how true it actually is until i say it out loud, since being in everyone’s eyes does pressure me.” you balled your fists to nudge him lightly on the arm, and for him to dramatically receive the attack did put yuta in an awkward position.

“uh hello? i’m still here!” in front of you and jaehyun, yuta snapped his fingers several times to divert attention. “what’s going on with you two? how are you both suddenly so close when you’ve just met for the first time two weeks ago?”

jaehyun swifted his head towards you, and the telepathic exchange of words between you and him had yuta clicking his tongue in disbelief. “you were right, he will react.” jaehyun’s voice prolonged while munching on a corn dog.

“told you so.” you flicked your hair and turned to yuta as you continued talking. “bestie, we’ve been seeing each other since then.”

what the hell? the way yuta’s face turn sour at your smile towards jaehyun, he could almost faint right then and there since he swore he saw mr. dimples smile subtly at you too. “and with just that i’ve been replaced-”

“no i would never replace my best friend.” you held his palms hoping he would calm down from his high emotions, but he immediately pulled his hand away from you, much to your dismay. “hey, i’m here to make amends-”

“yeah?” he clicked on a pen and wrote something on a tissue, soon grabbing your bag from the seat and fished out your wallet. “then you’re treating me my meals for a month. i have another order right now.”

now it was your turn whose face became sour. “a month?! i can’t do that- hey!”

yuta tossed your credit card up in the air and upon seeing his eyes darken— though that was all in your head—you gave in and sighed heavily. you stomped your way to the caféteria while yuta comfortably put one leg on the benches with a satisfied grin. “man she’s easy to tease.”

“is that so? then i know now who she gets it from.” jaehyun said through his chews on his food, making yuta’s ears perk up at the response.

the atmosphere lingering between the two of them invited dark clouds. both could sense the change in their moods, and they both weren’t liking it.

yuta spun and played the ball on his hands then forearms, later let out a scoff when jaehyun raised his brows. he didn’t like the vibe jaehyun was giving and so did the latter. “i do it for fun. it’s natural between us.” yuta said.

“hm? she told me she doesn’t like it when you do.” he saw you on your tiptoes as you struggled to tell the order to the person at the high-levelled counter. but another scoff came out from yuta. “you got a proble-?”

“yeah kinda.”

“i don’t think so. i can tell it really bothers you when y/n hangs out with me.” jaehyun sat up straight at yuta’s comment about him.

“i should be. because i’m her best friend and who knows what type of person you are.” he did a few tricks with his legs. “but if you really want to know then your attitude is what i have problems with.”

“i remember telling you it wouldn’t be good for you when accuse me wrongly.”

he let out a monotonous and rather mocking laugh, taking jaehyun aback but he anticipated this kind of response from him. “and what? you’ll go berserk like you did years ago? as a high school freshman? beating the innocent up or whoever comes your way?”

“look i don’t know where the hell that came from but it’s not what you or everyone else thinks.” jaehyun aggressively crumpled the hotdog wrapper in his palms.

“c’mon you don’t have to hold it all in,” yuta set his ball aside and rested his hands on his waist. jaehyun was getting uncomfortable the more he listened to him. “unleash that side-”

jaehyun rolled his tongue, nodding his head to test him. “alright, i guess i don’t have to when i have feelings for y/n. thanks for the advice.”

what the..? yuta stared at him when there wasn’t a change in his expression. jerk- “now you’re talking. you wanna fight? let’s do that-”

“tsk yuta! the bill’s too expensive!” you whined and gently put down the tray.

while yuta clicked his tongue at your sudden entry and with how quickly you came back, for a moment jaehyun wanted to hug you for being his saviour. he was so close to lose his temper towards your best friend. the relief seen in his tensed shoulders, but you interpreted it otherwise. “are you okay?” you asked while you sat down beside him.

he hummed, folding his arms and looking at the distance, clearly avoiding eye contact with yuta. “mhm, i just realised the deadline is coming up in three days.” he excused.

you managed to utter out a giggle as you finally ate, finding out how jaehyun’s ears always turned red when given attention to. “you’re stressed about it?”

“aren’t you?” jaehyun drank the remains of his soda.

“not really since i finished mine. but, if you’re worried about your progress, i can help you.” you swirled the fork in the air like a wand. jaehyun smiled to himself when yuta took his ball to throw a fit.

“i’m not worried about the project. but there’s an annoying bug i’m trying to hit so help me.” jaehyun’s dimples appeared deeply again and as the darkening ombré sunset shoned his side profile, there you witnessed how pure he actually was— and you missed out on yuta’s frown towards jaehyun.

you gulped and almost choked on your own saliva, eyes still locked in jaehyun’s. his hair caught in the wind, making it look fluffy and his entire demeanour softer than you usually see him. you hitched a breath since jaehyun seemed like he had no plans to avert his gaze too. both of you were definely mesmerised and hypnotised, and for jaehyun it was just like that time. he remembered the colour palette of your makeup while you recalled the perfume he wore.

in the recent marathons with him you’ve never been this close, physically speaking. so this close-up really debunked the impression you heard from people, especially from yuta.

however, as you were oblivious with the pressure behind jaehyun’s words and even smiled back at him, yuta flicked your temple. he was indeed a worry wart and sometimes he would like to flick you just this once for being too much of a social butterfly. he knew it was in your nature to be kind and always on the look out for others. he’s fine when you were with anyone except with this guy you befriended. not him.

he dodged your flying limbs in attempts to hit him. “oi, you’re not going to ask how i am? if i’m worried?”

the pain from the flick remained on your temple. “no? you look fine to me-” you stared at your phone. the message reminding you of the singles elite party a month from today at 8pm. “a party?”

“yeah if you attended the previous party you’d know that there’ll be another one after taeyong’s.” yuta took off his shoes in change for his casual.

“hm. i’m don’t feel like going.” you jumped off the bleachers to dust off your pants. “probably gonna be boring.”

“i’m the one who’s holding it this time!” yuta put you under a headlock in his arms. “you’re ditching your best friend?!”

you giggled and ticked his sides and followed it with a playful hug. “just kidding. i heard from momo! i’ll be there.” you brushed your hair up into a messy bun while spotting jaehyun starting to feel out of place. “oh! do you wanna come to the party, jae?”

yuta mentally facepalmed and it was given he didn’t like what you did. but your eyes were quick to see his reaction and you slapped his chest. he glared at you while his hands caressed it. why did you have to invite him? it was the whole purpose why he decided to hold a party; maybe you’d finally appreciate his hardwork, or perhaps, notice him as someone more and as not a best friend who only worries and teases you.

jaehyun nodded in response, no words needed. a smile crept your lips as if you were given chocolates on valentine’s. “cool.” you pulled him on the wrist after hearing the coach calling yuta, followed with a loud whistle. “ah yuta, we‘ll get going! see you.”

“mm yeah..” yuta hummed, seeing you both vanish in the distance. “see you..”

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your sulking self laid sideways by jaehyun’s lap, head rested on a pillow. it’s been too long since yuta avoided you, purposely ditched your hangouts, seenzoned your messages and ignored your calls. as if these weren’t obvious enough for you to know something was up. there definitely was but you couldn’t put a finger to it. so you forced jaehyun to let you stay at his place, being it your apartment was currently invaded by your brother’s friends from abroad.

but honestly it was also because you discovered jaehyun’s unit was blocks away from yours. fate was gladly on your side.

“y/n, you know i can’t work properly when you’re like this.” jaehyun sighed while he adjusted his sitting posture and lifting his laptop.

you slightly and lazily your body turned upright, seeing his dimples beginning to show themselves. “let me be.” you complained.

jaehyun put down his laptop. “i can’t. you’re in my way of cramming hours. plus, how long have you been coming here? it’s getting too frequent..” he paused when your eyes were no longer on him— rather they were on your phone, staring at the last conversation from yuta.

he couldn’t bring himself to say that he was reason why yuta acting the way he was to you. and for all honesty he would keep this matter to himself. “did i do something wrong?” you asked.

“of course not. he’s probably in his emo phase. guys have them a lot more than you think.” jaehyun typed on the keyboard for the remaining parts of the essay. “but he’ll get out of it eventually.”

“fine i’ll trust on that.” you sat up and scooted over to see his progress. you submitted your assignment hours ago. looking at jaehyun, it seemed he was struggling at some parts. were you unconsciously pressuring him? the beads of sweat began to roll down his temples and that made you giggle if it was the case. uh-huh. he was really feeling that way.

he gulped so loudly that it came out as a weird noise. he hoped you didn’t hear that. but the way you pursed your lips to hold the laughter in only had him discontinuing his report. “d-don’t do that.”

“do what?” you snicker.

jaehyun rolled his eyes and poked your forehead. “you’re too distracting.”

oh how the tables have turned. that comment flipped your head upside down, your heart in a frenzy and stomach churning. it wasn’t “so”, but “too”— that only meant he wasn’t concentrating on his work for a while.

even so, you waited for him to finish despite questionable feelings you’ve been feeling. his coffee cup already did seconds and thirds. and suddenly you remembered the happy hour the local café was promoting and there was a few minutes left until it ends for the day. you had to bring him there.

but you decided that because you wanted to be out of that suffocating air jaehyun caused.

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the more you walked faster, the more jaehyun’s wrist reddened and hurt. but he let you be as he liked how you were comfortable with someone like him. your hair flowed with the wind, the remains of your shampoo left a sweet scent. was it lavender? and the wind blew stronger, making the scent clearer to the nose. his heart skipped beats, because it was indeed lavender. he swore in his head. scrap aside the frequent marathons and meet-ups. lavender’s all the more reason why fell for you quickly than ever.

and when the local café closed early for the day, you almost lost sight of the pedestrian signs. jaehyun pulled you in as the light emitted red. though you had your emotions get the best of you, you realised how childish you were for something so minor. you laughed in awkwardness, he did too. “i didn’t want anyone to see this side-”

warmth. that was all you thought of right there. you were in his embrace.

“..of me.” you soon mumbled in his chest, realising later of the action he just did. “jaehyun-”

“it’s okay. i don’t too.” his hand gently caressed the back of your head, treating it with care as if he held a newborn baby. “so can i keep you?”

that warmth became hotter, almost boiling that you weren’t able to breathe properly. “i’m sorry.” he said, that must’ve surprised you.” jaehyun chuckled.

surprised? of course you were. how was it natural for him to do skinship? and that smoothly? you both weren’t at that stage yet, let alone have a relationship with mutual feelings. even yuta couldn’t hug you because of how conscious you felt.

but then again, you looked up. you saw his ears. it was red, the usual reaction whenever you were with him. was it normal though? you were never aware of it up until now.

because it was so clear now.

“i’ll see you tomorrow? i have to help my mom with some things.” you lied as you scratched your neck.

jaehyun nodded and pulled away. “alright, go on ahead.”

you poked his dimples because he has been staring at you like he had questions to ask. “what is it?”

maybe he didn’t notice or maybe he did, but he was leaning closer, his head tilting to the side and eyes staring into your soul. you knew what he was about to do, you feel like letting him do so but at the same time you weren’t sure of your feelings.

just a little more and you could’ve locked lips but..

your phone vibrated.

in panic you looked at your device and eyes widened that brought jaehyun aback.

“ah yuta!” you brought your phone so close to your face, not believing your best friend’s announcement on social media, in which he then followed up with a text message.

the light in your eyes was something jaehyun liked seeing, but didn’t so as well.

“oh! he said the concept for the elites’ party is live wardrobe. all singles will go through a ballot draw. it’s for the clothes to wear for the night..” you locked your phone. “tsk i wanted to wear my favourite dress.”

“i think you’ll look great in whatever gown is chosen for you.” jaehyun pat your head while you were immersed in your phone. “now go. it’s getting late.”

“i’ll expect the same for you.” you replied.

he laughed and that didn’t want to make you leave just yet. “nah don’t. i’m just ordinary in a suit.”

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funny how he was so damn wrong.

fate let him draw red, and confidently chose a suit once it was his turn to change. it was as if he knew this attire would go well with him. a suede texture with a black outline on its collar accentuated his brushed up light brown hair, while his black under-shirt contrasted with his porcelain skin. gladly it wasn’t halloween, or else you would’ve mistaken him for a vampire.

he had you feeling all sorts of things, and you didn’t know why when you were nothing more than friends.

an hour ago he was in his usual casual wear. now he was surrounded with ladies who already seemed like they were friends with him for decades. you could see jaehyun was uncomfortable but he kept his cool with folded arms as he leaned against a column. the comments from them irritated you, because at one point they were badmouthing him— and the second he showed up they flooded him with compliments of his good looks and how they named him the “model elite”.

you swirled the wine glass in your hand, the other arm hugged your waist. you rolled your eyes at the falseness these people have towards him. “can’t believe it.” your fingers curled as irritation began to cover your sight. “look at them trying to make a move on him. erlgh too close. they weren’t like that before.”

sicheng rolled his tongue, hands in pockets and walked to be in front of you. “really? you weren’t like that before too.” he pointed out.

“i agree. recently you’re stuck like glue whenever you’re with him.” yuta gestured.

“am so not?” you gasped while your eyes trailed to jaehyun, who was still had patience for the ladies surrounding him. “i just like how he’s a good friend.”

“doubt it.” sicheng poked your cheek. “you wouldn’t feel like this when you have feeli-”

not this again. “i’m grabbing a drink.” yuta suddenly cut the conversation.

“get me one too!” the younger one yelled and after he was satisfied with the gesture, he winced as you pinched his sides from the remark he said earlier. “ow! y/n! it’s true though! i know what i’m seeing!”

truthfully, nothing about sicheng’s words or actions bothered you. but if there was anything that did, it was your own heart. as of tonight, you began to question your feelings towards jaehyun. when did it start? how was it possible to like someone so quickly? “i’m telling you i don’t.” your eyes trailed to him, not realising the rush of heat creeping your cheeks.

jaehyun was approached by yuta, who was giving him a glass of beer. the ladies fled after stealing pictures of the guy and he took the drink in his hands. then they headed towards the garden of the mansion. wonder what he’s here for?

“nice party you have here. concept’s cool.” jaehyun started to break the lingering silence because he knew how awkward this was going to be with your best friend.

“yeah, never knew you’d end up in red. it’s y/n’s favourite colour.” yuta’s voice lowered. there was an impact jaehyun could describe but assuming that would be too rude of him.

“really? i didn’t know.” he hummed. aren’t you a little too happy, jaehyun told himself. he shook it off, for he doesn’t expect him and you to go any further than this.

“now you do. so can you back up for a while? take a week off or something from y/n.” yuta raised his brows.

this was the same feeling from before. he knew this feeling because he felt the exact same way. he wanted to be selfish for once. not like he hated yuta, it was just.. he always had to appear whenever he didn’t want him to. then he would mess his mood. he interrupted his joy of admiring you. jaehyun licked his lips to dampen them. “i’m sorry, who are you to tell me what to do?”

yuta grinned and leaned against the column as he mirrored jaehyun. “don’t you get it?” he asked, his tone rising. “i love y/n. you entering the picture just ruins everything.”

my hunch’s correct. he does love y/n. “if you love her you wouldn’t ignore her.”

“it’s because you’re with her! and she does the same to me! it’s like she’s found someone else-”

“you’re being dramatic.” jaehyun pushed himself off the column and turned to him. “y/n’s sad and moping around because you treated her like she’s all alone. you have no idea how much she waited for you to contact her.”

“what do you know, smartass? you’re just another guy trying to fit in when you know you couldn’t. no matter how much you tried, everyone’s afraid of you. and now you’re telling me you have feelings for y/n? please.” his lips jutted with sounds of disbelief while his body posture challenged jaehyun. “y/n’s kind to everyone she meets. it’s who she is. but to think you have hope to be with someone like her? if you ask me, all i see is a greatest mismatch.”

jaehyun usually didn’t give a damn of the comments about him. he couldn’t care less of any of those. in fact he’d hear them through one ear and out they went. but when he said anything, it irked him.

you see, that was the thing— right now, he actually listened.

he turned a blind eye on yuta’s words and let it off for the night. he was given a drink and maybe the alcohol didn’t work its way on him than it did to guy. in the end, yuta was probably spilling tea even if he didn’t intend to.

“what i feel for y/n has nothing to do with you. just like people can’t control the tides,” jaehyun lightly knocked onto yuta’s chest. “i can’t control mine.”

the footsteps echoed in yuta’s ears, he could hear them despite the noisy hall. “rghhh!” he grabbed hold of his glass and threw it towards jaehyun.

sounds of shattering glass met the ground, as well as catching everyone’s attention. then there was silence. jaehyun began to lose his patience as he turned around. his smirk challenged him. ouch. this was the fight yuta was looking for, seeing jaehyun’s heavy breaths only made him stand on his toes.

jaehyun punched him in the jaw though he knew it wasn’t worth his time. but he wanted to give him a taste of stepping beyond boundaries. yuta punched him back too. he made sure the star of the night was the other— shone the brightest and reveal his true nature. he didn’t count the number of hits he received, as long as jaehyun stayed that way.

“i told you it wouldn’t be good if you provoked me!” jaehyun growled. “you’re asking for show? i’ll give you one!”

“huh..” yuta wiped his bleeding lip. “you sure about that, beast?”

jaehyun held himself for the next punch, feeling all of the pairs of eyes on him. yours included. that was what he feared. “aw. what impression does she have on you now?” yuta’s cooing words caused jaehyun’s eyes to soften.

all bleeding and bruised, jaehyun’s injuries have matched with his suit. he clenched his fists as he frustratingly left the hall.

in your peripheral, your eyes trailed his direction and your legs followed him by heart, without realising yuta calling out your name several times. everything went blank, not thinking things straight because while everyone watched, no one understood. you glared at yuta before heading outside, a more disappointed sigh was the only response he got from you.

yuta was then nudged by sicheng. the latter could see the change in his expression. “what did i tell you?”

“you don’t have to tell me.” yuta dusted his pants.

“i’m still gonna.” sicheng rolled his eyes and poked the lad’s temple. “that’s what you call ‘stupidity’. if only you confessed to her before maybe things would be different between you guys.”

“i don’t want things to be different dude.”

“i’m gonna state the obvious, you probably already know this but.. you lost this battle.”

“crap..” yuta’s voice changed from a nervous chuckle to a soft sob. “i liked her first.”

you spotted jaehyun sitting atop a metal barrier just in front of the carpark— head down to mend his injuries and scratches. he sniffed from the cool night breeze before hopping off. “you’ll hurt your feet.” he pointed at the heels you had dangling in your hands.

his gaze softened when you pointed at his face, especially the black eye. “touché.” he chuckled, later feeling your cold hands against his throbbing flesh. “it’s no big deal-”

“i’m sorry about yuta’s behaviour.” you sighed. “don’t let it get into you. he’s an airhead when he’s drunk-”

“you sure? he seemed pretty sober when he said- ah.” he pursed his lips to speak any further. “nevermind.”

now that gotten you curious. “what did he say? spill it!” you whined, causing jaehyun mouth to curve a little in amusement.

jaehyun prolonged the silence and grabbed your shoes, leading you towards his car. once he unlocked it and opened the door, he bursted out in a loud, healthy laugh. “he said he was head over heels for you.”

you pushed him to the driver’s seat and slammed the door, rolling your eyes at the pun. “that was so lame!” you sat on the other side. “but i know that already if you thought i didn’t. i subtly turned him down ages ago. guess he didn’t take the message.”

“clearly.”

as you tended to his wounds, one question still had your curiosity at its peak. jaehyun was quiet through-out, so it was hard to bring the topic up for a while. until your eyes and his met.

“what did you tell him before he threw the glass at you?” you dabbed the cotton onto the beaten area. “it must’ve pissed him.”

he dropped his car keys and let out a nervous hum. “uh..” he didn’t know what else to say. right when he was finally about to tell you, you suddenly giggled.

“unless you told him you like me and that made him angry, but i doubt that happened.” your lips shrank to a circle, cursing at yourself for assuming too much. girl the guts you have was incomparable—

jaehyun’s large hand held yours while you continued to apply medication. the warmth, the heat and the building tension of skinship made you weak. “you’re right.”

your smile and breaths changed in an instant when he fixed himself on the seat. he smirked a little, finding how cute you were. it drove him crazy.

“i like you, for the longest time, since the orientation. i’m so into you that i couldn’t help myself be selfish and have you to myself— i- i don’t know what i’m saying.” he sighed, pushing himself away in embarrassment with arms above his face.

“t-thanks.” you fiddled with your fingers.

“i’m not asking for an answer. i just wanted to let you know.” he said. “gosh this is a bad timing for confession.”

“then is it a bad timing if i said i’m into you too?” you looked away and out in the distance. you could see his reaction on the window’s reflection. he was shocked, but an uncontrollable smile was forcing itself on the surface. it was written in the dimples.

“no,” his husky voice called you to look back. “you’re just about right.”

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Sorry for your lost - Part I “I will grieve”.

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Summary: When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.

Warnings: (+16) mentions of death, panic attacks and anxiety, grief, self sabotage, mentions of abusive family background, mutual attraction, explicit consent, therapeutic conversations about death, self-deprecation, healthy methods of coping with grief, possible triggers about anxiety, hurtful behaviors, domestic wanda.

Chapter warnings: Heavy angst, death.

Author’s notes: Hello readers! I'm finally back to posting something, but I disappeared for a good reason, I was writing three new series. And here is the first of them. I really enjoyed this work and it's something I've been trying to write since I watched WandaVision, and only now I've managed to put it into words. I am not finished yet, but there is only one chapter left, so your reading will not be affected. Pay attention to the warnings, and good reading!

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//-//

Chapter One - I’ll grieve.

You wished you could go back to sleep as soon as you opened your eyes. The sound of your alarm buzzed loudly throughout the room, and after putting it on snooze mode at least four times, you finally got annoyed enough to grab it and throw it across the room. But the sound continued.

Letting out a grumble of dissatisfaction, you pushed the comforter off you, and sat up in your bed. Your room was a mess, but you just skipped through the clothes on the floor to reach the phone, turning off the alarm through the new crack you made in the screen.

"Honey, are you up?" you heard your mother's distant voice calling you through the door, probably from the living room or the kitchen. "Don't forget your therapy today."

You sighed impatiently, running your hands through your hair. The damn group therapy.

Grumbling lightly, you forced yourself to take a shower, not wanting "poor hygiene" to end up on your progress report card.

A while later, when you were finished, you went into the kitchen. Your mother was using her laptop on the counter, and just waved at you.

"Are you going to take me?" You asked her with your hands in your pockets. Your mother took her eyes off the screen to evaluate the sweatshirt you were wearing, and you rolled your eyes at her disapproving expression.

"You know, you could try driv-"

"Mom" You cut her off in earnest, your heart racing momentarily. You don't drive. An she knows. Your mother sighs, putting her hands up in a sign of surrender.

"It was just a suggestion dear." She retorts as she stands up, reaching for her car key on the key rack exiting the kitchen. "But I'm busy with the store, you'll need to take the subway next time."

"Thanks for the support." You grumble as you step out in front and your mother lets out a wry chuckle.

You frown and let out a dissatisfied exclamation as you step outside feeling the sun's rays on your face.

"You're not a vampire, cut the drama." Mocks your mother by pushing you lightly to get you out of the way.

You grumble as you walk to the car. And when you are sitting on the seat, your mother is starting the vehicle and she asks:

"Are you sure you're not going to eat anything?"

Looking out the window, you just mumble that you're not hungry, and she shakes her head in disapproval before you back the car up. You don't speak any more on the way.

//-//

Your mother dropped you off in the parking lot of a gymnasium where the therapy group would be meeting. You sighed as you got out, and thanked her for the ride and the money she gave you to eat, even though you probably weren't going to use.

Resisting the urge to run away, you forced your feet to walk toward the place.

There were a few people at the door, but you didn't smile at any of them, entering the place with your head down and your hands in your pockets.

And then a woman greeted you, and put a little sticker with your name on your shirt when you gave her your papers.

Then she signaled the way you should go, and you ended up on the gymnasium court, where there was a wheel of chairs, and a table with food and drink, and several people scattered around, who you thought were part of your therapy group.

Sighing impatiently you made your way to the bleachers of the venue, hoping to be alone until the session started and you could leave.

Fortunately it wasn't long before the leader signaled for everyone to sit in the circle, and you sighed as you stood up. You ended up with one of the chairs on the far left opposite the therapist, which could be bad since he would see you clearly.

"Thank you very much for coming." Said the therapist smiling gently as his gaze roved over everyone in the circle. You kept your gaze on your shoes. He made a noise with his throat. "Who would like to start today?"

The silence lasted for a few seconds, but then someone was speaking. You forced yourself to come back to reality and pay attention.

"[...] and this is my fourth week around here." Said a woman in a leather jacket. You noticed the army lanyard around her neck. She was talking about an accident when you got distracted again. Lightly poking your eye with your finger, you tried to focus again, letting out a low sigh. And then the therapist was talking again.

"We have new faces today." He said and you felt your heart speed up. You absolutely did not want to talk in front of strangers. "Why don't you share with us, miss?"

You raised your gaze to meet that of the therapist, smiling gently at you. The rest of the group looked at you as well. Taking a deep breath, you began to wiggle your fingers on your leg.

"I don't... I've never been in a group." You say clumsily. "What should I say?"

"Whatever you wish to say." He answers with a smile. You swallow the urge to tell him you didn't want to talk at all. Realizing your lack of response, he is quick to add. "Why don't you tell us why you are here?."

You let out a dry laugh.

"I really didn't have much choice." You retort wryly. The therapist looks slightly surprised, but makes no mention of interrupting you. You let out a sigh before clarifying. "My psychiatrist, she...she didn't approve of my social ratings. She wanted me to talk to other people. People who... went through the same things I did." You count staring at the floor. When you look up again, the group still waits for you to continue, and you sigh, running your hands through your hair. "I haven't... I... I haven't talked to other people outside of my family in six months. Not since..."

You move your head, sniffling slightly as you straighten your posture. The therapist clears his throat.

"You just need to share whatever you are ready to tell us." He says gently, you nod slightly feeling extremely vulnerable. "But remember that this is a safe space. There is nothing to fear here."

And then he is talking about methods of easing the guilt, and dealing with the pain and you were distracted again. You would like to go back to bed. It must have taken a while, but the session is finally over.

The group dispersed around the room, and you went toward the therapist's desk to have him sign your schedule. He smiled as you approached.

"Miss Y/N/L, I was happy to hear that you would be joining us today." He said greeting you with a handshake. You nodded, taking the paper from your pocket. He chuckled, but accepted it. "You know, I'd like you to try to have a partner in the group, it's recommended for cases like yours."

"What do you mean cases like me?" You ask snidely, but he doesn't care.

"Doctor Harkness gave me your chart." He explained as he signed the paper you gave him while you frowned. "Extreme Social Anxiety in the first few months of treatment. Tendency to complete isolation, introverted..."

"Yeah I know my problems, buddy." You interrupt him with irritation. "You don't have to list them for me."

The therapist gives a lopsided chuckle, and holds out the signed paper to you. But he adds with a serious look:

"I'm here to help you, Y/N." He says. "Don't forget that."

You don't respond and take the paper, turning toward the exit.

//-//

Your week passes slowly and tortuously. Which is surprising because you barely get out of bed. And then it is group therapy day again, and you are making a new crack at your cell phone screen.

Your mother greets you with a pat on the back as you enter the kitchen, and she is walking past you toward her own room.

You know you have to take the subway today, and you are trying not to think about it too much. As you are walking out the door, your eyes pass quickly over your car key, and you think you have a flash of memory, but you shake your head quickly, pushing the thought away. And then you walk forward.

And you are late for the session, because you can't take the bus to the station, since your feet simply didn't obey you. But that's okay, you don't really care.

You weren't the only one who was late. When you went to enter the door, a red-haired woman bumped into you, also running to get in. She smiled slightly as she apologized, and you just made room for her to enter first.

"Sorry Stephen." She said to the therapist as soon as you two entered the gymnasium, "I had an emergency with the kids."

The man just shook his head with a smile, and waved for you both to sit down.

"And why were you late today, miss Y/L/N?" He asked you. You shrugged your shoulders.

"I didn't wanna come." You retorted and the group giggled, and the sudden sound startled you slightly, but you just sat with your arms crossed.

"Do you want to try again?" He retorted with light humor in his voice. And you bit the inside of your cheeks. And then you looked down at the floor.

"I couldn't get on the bus." You confessed next. Stephen looked at you tenderly, though, and you didn't like the feeling of your chest heaving slightly.

"And why do you think that happened?"

You shrugged, uncomfortable.

"I don't know. I... There were too many people." You said embarrassed. And then you started twiddling your fingers, feeling all eyes on you. "I just... I knew I'd have to say hello to the driver, and the conductor. And then I would pass strangers in the hallway, and one of them would sit next to me. And I just... I couldn't."

Stephen nodded slightly in agreement.

"It's okay, Y/N. " He stated. "No one is judging you here."

You let out a dry laugh, and Stephen blinks in surprise, which spurs you to explode.

"Everyone is judging me, Doc." You say through gritted teeth, swinging your leg. "It's as if I can hear the gears in people's brains forming opinions about me." You state with a sigh. "Like my mother for example. She...she...acts like I'm past the time of mourning." You explain with tears in your eyes. "Like there's a limit, and I'm extending her goodwill. Because it's been six months, and she doesn't want me to be sad anymore. But guess what? I don't know how to move on!" You state angrily. "I can't! If I don't miss her, what's left for me? If I don't... God, I can't do this."

And you stand up, wiping your tears away, and walk out of the gymnasium, heading for the restrooms. You feel your heart racing, and it's hard to breathe.

As you rest your hands on the sink, your brain starts to wander back to the day of the accident again. You choke, because it feels like you're sinking again. You see the water rising through the metal of the car. Your hands on the steering wheel, and then on the seat belt. You shake your head, pushing the images away, and rush to turn on the faucet in front of you and pour the water on your face.

You take a deep breath, trying to stop the tears. And then there is someone entering.

"Are you okay?" Stephen asks and you nod lightly, ignoring the trembling in your hands as you stare at him through the reflection of the mirror. "I gave a break to the group, wouldn't you like to walk with me?"

"I'm not good company right now." You grumble but he smiles, nodding slightly as if to repeat the invitation. You take a deep breath before turning around.

You walk silently and slowly to the outside of the gymnasium, and then he is speaking again.

"You were very brave today." He comments, and you let out a dry laugh. "Why don't you believe me?"

"I panicked today." You say. " It doesn't sound very brave to me."

Stephen smiles guiding you through the gymnasium entrance toward the parking lot.

"You talked about a trauma to a group of people." He says. "That takes a lot of courage, even if you don't believe it."

"I don't believe in anything." You grumble, but Stephen doesn't mind your hostility. He stays with his friendly posture.

"I would like you to accept my request from before." He said after a moment. "About a group partner."

You let out a sigh.

"I don't even know what that means." You retort with slight impatience as you reach the edge of the parking lot. You notice the garden a few feet ahead of you.

"It's like a therapy buddy." He explains with a smile. "We encourage socializing here. That's why Agatha recommended this group to you."

"Oh, of course you do. Agatha is a bitch." You wryly wipe your hands across your face. Stephen laughs lightly. "How does that work anyway? Do I have to hold someone's hand? Exchange friendship bracelets?"

"No, it's much better." He says with a chuckle. "You talk to that person. You exchange experiences with them. You learn to trust somebody else again."

"My god, it looks like a fucking Disney movie." You retort with irritation and Stephen lets out a laugh. And then you let out a sigh, shrugging your shoulders. "Okay, I'll do it. I have nothing to lose, and it seems that neither you nor Agatha will leave me alone if I don't agree."

"We want you to feel better. Don't take this as a punishment." He says, guiding you back to the gym. You nod slightly, thinking that it really does feel like punishment anyway.

//-//

You see Agatha the same week. Your appointments have been switched to monthly meetings instead of weeks as they were at the beginning of treatment, and while you appreciate the familiarity of seeing her, you can't help but feel irritated with her.

"Someone's grumpy." She comments as soon as you sit down on the couch in the room, to which you roll your eyes.

"You are always so very tender, Agatha." You mock as you cross your legs, hoping the time will pass soon.

Agatha laughs lightly, finishing tidying up a few things on her desk. And then she gets up and sits down in the armchair a few feet in front of the sofa where you are, carrying a small notebook in her hands.

"So, why don't you tell me how your your first two sessions in group therapy went?"

You let out a dry laugh.

"Like Stephen didn't tell you everything." You sneer and Agatha just smiles, waiting for you to speak. You let out an impatient sigh, before stating wryly. "It was amazing, doc. It only took two sessions for me to have a panic attack, so thank you for that."

"Why do you think that happened?"

You squeezed your eyes.

"I have no idea." You retorted. "I'm not the doctor here." Agatha laughs lightly, and then opens her notebook and starts writing something. You sigh impatiently. “Really, you're going to start that again?”

"If you don't talk, I write." She states simply, and you roll your eyes, shifting on the couch uncomfortably.

"Agatha, I just... I couldn't get on a bus, okay?" you tell her, and she closes her notebook to look at you attentively. You take a deep breath. "There were a lot of people. I don't mind walking anyway. It helps me think."

"You don't mind walking eight blocks?" She asks with a slight irony. "That's pretty athletic of you."

"It's weird that you know my address off the top of your head." You play lightly, and she just laughs, straightening her posture.

"Why don't you just tell me what you want to tell me?"

"Why don't you ask me what you want to ask?"

Agatha blinks slightly in surprise, and then she shakes her head slightly, opening her notebook again. You sigh.

"Okay, sorry." You say, and she looks at you for a moment before closing the object again. I... I thought I was drowning again.”

"Are your nightmares back?" She asks seriously, and you deny it with your head.

"I feel too anxious to sleep." You tell. "And then I black out from exhaustion in the night or in the morning. I don't dream anymore."

"Have you been taking your medication?"

You sigh.

"Of course I have." You say. "I don't... I'm having trouble keeping my mind still. Like the first few months, you know. Everything seems so noisy now."

Agatha nods slightly, becoming thoughtful for a few moments.

"I know it may sound strange to hear that, but that means you're getting better." She declares and you frown in surprise, then let out a dry laugh.

"How is my peak anxiety a good thing?"

She opens the book again, but before you can ask what you said wrong, she is reading.

"The first day you were here, you said you felt like you were empty." She narrated and you swallowed dryly. "During your first two months, you continued to describe that you felt like an empty shell. And that you no longer had any dreams, thoughts, or opinions. Without your wife, you said you were no longer here."

You felt your eyes fill with water at the mention of her. But you swallowed your emotions. Agatha turned a page, and read for a few seconds, and then looked at you.

"With your history of anxiety, your mind was remarkably quiet after the passing of your wife." She says. "But now that you're on medication, and therapeutic treatment, plus you're socializing even superficially with the world again, you're starting to feel things again. That's progress."

You look away from her, nodding slightly, trying to believe her words, and trying not to be so terrified at the thought of learning to live again. Without Nat.

You choke slightly, holding back a sob, and then Agatha hands you a box of tissues, but you refuse with a nod, wiping away the tears that have slightly escaped.

"What do you want to talk about now?" She asks after a moment. You take a deep breath, still trying to calm yourself.

"Last week I took a cold bath." You count. "It was snowing."

Agatha blinks in surprise at the information and then lets out a giggle.

"You want me to write it in the book don't you?"

You laugh, wiping away the last of the insistent tears. You just hope Agatha could help you.

//-//

You hate coffee. But you barely slept last night, and now you need to stay awake during the group meeting, so instead of walking to the chair in the corner like you used to, you detour your way to the food and beverage table as soon as you arrive at the gym.

There are a few members around, but you don't look at them, just sidestepping as you extend your arm to the coffee bottle. You pour some, and as you touch the cup, you notice. It's cold.

"Hey sorry about that." Said a girl you thought was named Val or something, as soon as she saw you touching the cup. "We mixed up the shifts yesterday and nobody made new coffee."

You rolled your eyes, picking up the cup and throwing it in the trash. Then you forced a wry smile on the girl and walked outside.

It was cold, but you are boiling with rage. It was just a damn cup of coffee, you thought as you closed your eyes and tried to reduce your anger. Just coffee.

You stumbled with fright when Stephen called out to you.

"We'll get started in a minute." He said looking at you curiously. You just nodded, following him after a few seconds.

You bit the inside of your cheek when you noticed the same coffee girl as before, now sitting where you usually sat. The universe was testing you today.

You just sighed, twiddling your fingers inside your pocket, and walked over to one of the free chairs.

After Stephen gave the briefing, he asked if everyone was all right, and the group lied in unison. You were almost asleep when he called your name.

"I would like to choose your partner today." He says and you feel your heart racing as you straighten your posture. "But I want to know if you have any preferences."

You blink in confusion, and roll your eyes.

"I don't know anyone here, but I'm sure they will all hate me equally, doc." You tried to joke, but Stephen only looked at you with concern.

"No one does or will hate you." He says and you swallow dryly, looking away as you mumble that it was just a joke. Stephen pauses momentarily before continuing. "You know that everyone here has their own experiences of loss and they are unique in their own way, even if they have similarities." He begins and you just wish he would speak soon who your partner is at once. "Usually we don't put new members together, but with the release of one of our members, the number ended up getting odd." He explains. "Anyway, I'm sure you and Mrs. Maximoff will get along very well together."

You frowned slightly at the whole explanation. Then you looked around the group, and realized that this Maximoff woman was the late redhead from the previous session who looked at you curiously. You looked away from her to Stephen.

"Thank you, doc." You said with a slight irony and Stephen just nodded smiling.

"Partners are grieving companions ladies." He says. "We will assess your progress at each session, and then switch partners once the necessary improvement has been achieved."

You grumbled in understanding, and looked away to your lap. When Stephen began to ask about the stories, your mind wandered to the departure time.

And when the session was over you wished you could go to sleep. But Stephen made a slight movement of his head in Maximoff's direction, and you understood that you should talk to her.

Ignoring the urge to show Stephen the middle finger, you just sighed as you got up from your chair and lazily walked over to the woman at the exit. She was talking to a man, and you were even more anxious to address not one, but two strangers.

"Hi." You greeted awkwardly, and both of them turned to you with mild curiosity.

"Hey, you're Y/N, right?" Said the man with a smile as he held out his hand to you. "I'm Bucky. James Barnes actually, but everyone calls me Bucky." He said and you shook his hand, smiling awkwardly. Then he quickly pointed at the woman. "And this is Wanda Maximoff, your grief partner."

"Hi." Wanda said shyly as she offered her hand to greet you. You accepted as clumsily as she did.

"Sorry, I don't know how this works." You say. "Should we exchange numbers or something? Or is that just a therapy thing?"

Bucky gives a little chuckle.

"Oh believe me, they'll know if you're not making it work." He counters. "My first partner was Sam Wilson and we wanted to jump on each other's necks whenever we saw each other. And then Stephen asked us to move in together." He says and you blink in surprise. "We're married now, but that's not the point. I guess I'm getting off topic..."

"Bucky." Wanda interrupts with a smile, and he smiles half-heartedly as well. You frown, annoyed by Bucky's story. You didn't want to marry anyone. "I guess we'll make it work, I hope you don't mind having the company of two tiny restless creatures on our walks."

You look at her with confusion and then you understand, smiling shyly.

"No, it's okay." You say. "I like children."

"Really?" She asks in surprise.

You nod slightly. "Unlike adults, they tell the truth."

Wanda seemed to be thoughtful, but then Bucky lets out an exclamation.

"As group guide, I have to pass the to-do list to you ladies." He says pulling a small notebook from the back pocket of his pants. He pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to Wanda. "Partners need to develop these habits of socializing and coping with grief together. And yes, there is a test."

You sigh impatiently, tucking a loose string behind your ear.

"That sounds fun." You mock lightly making them smile.

"Anyway, good luck to you two." He says tenderly. "And Wanda, call me if you need help with Tommy. I know a good therapist."

You frown slightly, not understanding what he is referring to, but you prefer to stay out of matters that are none of your business. And then Bucky kisses Wanda on the cheek in farewell and waves to you smiling before leaving. You switch foot weights when you are alone with Wanda. Talking to other people is not exactly your strong suit these past few months.

"So..." You start clumsily when she turns to you.

"So." She repeats equally embarrassed. You then clear your throat and rush to pull your cell phone out of your pocket and hand it to her.

"Give me your number." You say. "That way we can arrange...whatever this is."

Wanda smiles weakly as she accepts the device, and you ignore the curious look when she notices the cracks in the screen. A moment later she hands the cell phone back to you.

"I gotta go." She says. "I need to pick up my kids from school."

You nod slightly and force a smile to say goodbye, and Wanda copies your movement before leaving.

You stare at your cell phone next, noticing the slight anxiety in your stomach as you read the contact "Wanda Maximoff" on the screen.

//-//

By the weekend, you are miserable. Just like the first few months.

You spilled some tea under your bed, and when you went to clean it up, you ended up taking the objects that were lying there. And then you found a crumpled piece of paper.

It was your farewell speech. The words you wrote down to speak on the day of the funeral. The paper you pulled out of your pocket when you got home from the ceremony and probably fell under the bed when you collapsed on the floor from crying so hard.

Suddenly your chest tightened and you couldn't breathe. But you didn't want your mother to worry, so you concentrated on remembering the exercises your therapist had taught you.

And when the room started to get too small, you left.

But because it was cold and rainy, you had just taken a hot shower and had decided to brew tea before you finished putting on a sweater, you had bent down to pick up your socks, and the liquid fell on the floor.

You went outside without your shoes, and your mother let out a worried exclamation when she saw you standing outside, staring at nothing.

"Honey?" She asked walking out the door after seeing you through the kitchen window. "Honey, what is it?"

You didn't answer. Your face was wet. Your mother's hands wrapped around your shoulders, and she gently pushed you inside, worried that you would end up getting hypothermia.

"I'm fine." You gasped as she led you inside, but she just shook her head. "I'm fine."

"No, honey." She retorted making you frown. "You're not."

"Mom."

"Sit down."

And then there were blankets around you, and socks on your feet. And your mother was in the kitchen, on the phone, but everything seemed stuffy. You began to be absent again. Thousands of memories flashing through your eyes.

An image of yourself on that living room floor, laughing while your girlfriend had her arms wrapped around you. Your mother was pouring a glass of wine for each of you, and you were happy to tell her about your engagement.

Then an image of you running across the room, trying to dodge the tickles your father tickled you while you laughed.

Then a puppy in your hands on the floor. You looked at it fondly, laughing at how cute it looked.

Looking down, you saw a hand on your thigh. It was your wife's, the ring on her finger. She smiled at you. You were happy because that was the day you told your mother about the house purchase.

You gasped slightly when you felt someone's hand on your shoulder suddenly.

"I need you to tell me three things you can see." It was Agatha. God, you should have been out of reaction long enough for her to get here. Wiping away your tears, you took a deep breath, trying to reason straight.

"I... I..." You started, but your brain didn't seem to obey you. You took another deep breath. You could see the carpet, so you told her so.

"Two more." Agatha asked tenderly, her hand caressing your back from top to bottom.

"The... table." You replied crying. "I can see the table."

"That's right, honey." She said. "Just one more now. Tell me what else?"

"My feet." You add breathlessly. "I can see my feet."

"Now breathe with me, okay?" She asks. "Like I taught you."

The exercises help you to calm down again. You apologize for scaring your mother, and for making Agatha drive to your house, but neither of them is upset with you. You feel exhausted, but the doctor wants to talk to you after she accepts the cup of coffee your mother offers her.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" She asks as you sit on the covered porch, fluffy pillows around you.

You lower your gaze to the floor, sniffling lightly.

"I found my grief speech." You count. "Under my bed. The next minute I was outside."

Agatha sighs.

"You ready to talk about the accident."

You raise your eyes quickly, frowning, because it wasn't a question.

"W-what?"

She takes a deep breath, crossing her legs.

"It's suffocating you." She clarifies. "You need to talk or these attacks will happen again."

"I-I don't..."

"It won't be today." She interrupts with a tender smile. "Tonight you need to sleep. But we won't prolong this any longer. You need to talk about it, even if it’s only to scream."

Clenching your jaw, you hold back your tears as Agatha takes one last look at you before getting up. She murmurs that she will see you on Monday, but you don't look at her.

//-//

You don't sleep well on Sunday. And it's definitely because you can't stop thinking about your appointment.

And it goes well for the first twenty minutes. Agatha doesn't pressure you, and agrees to hear about your week, without mentioning the incident on Thursday.

There is a pause after you have told her about the dog barking noise in the early morning and then you know it is time to speak up.

"I was driving." You say softly suddenly, ignoring the feeling that your throat wants to close up. Agatha has her hands folded in her lap as she listens to you. "She...she was sleeping in the passenger seat." You swallow dryly, trying to count and not get caught up in the memory again, your heart racing. Talking is almost like going back there. "I looked at her for a moment and I got distracted... and then... we just..."

You only realize that you are crying because tears fall on your hand. You blink, sniffling. Taking a deep breath, you continue.

"We fell into the water, and Nat...she just...I couldn't get her belt off." You gasp breathlessly. "The water just...kept coming up around us. And she looked at me, and... she just shook her head like she knew what was going to happen." You tell between sobs. Agatha's eyes water, but she doesn't interrupt. "I just...she pushed me. She pushed my hands away and she told me she would follow me. And god... my dumb brain believed her!" You confess angrily. "She told me she was right behind me! And I swam out and when I came up she wasn't with me."

You shut up, not being able to tell anymore through the sobs. You can't even see the office clearly because of the tears.

It takes a moment for you to speak again, your head down.

"When I swam back, the car was completely covered with water everywhere" You recount. "I...I was going to dive again.... I wanted to get her out of there. But the people who saw the accident jumped in after us. And they pulled me out of the water. And I kept thinking that if I hadn't been distracted, she...she would be...."

"No." Agatha interrupts by offering you a tissue. "Natasha had a stomach injury, don't you remember?" She counters and you gasp, the words echoing in your brain. "That's why you couldn't remove the belt."

And then you were remembering clearly now.

Soft music echoed in the car as you hummed the tune and drove to your friends' house. Your wife mumbled softly beside you, making you smile as you watched the sleeping figure. The red hair in front of her face.

"Hey sleepyhead." You called softly, looking away from the track for a moment. "We're almost there."

Nat muttered in agreement. You bit your lip, thinking she looked beautiful. And then you heard a noise, and a white light in the window. You barely had time to frown when the impact threw your car off the road.

Your body tensed immediately as you sat up, looking around with desperation. The car was sinking fast and you turned to Nat.

A wound on her forehead was bleeding, and she was clearly disoriented as you touched her hands. You hurried to unbuckle her belt, but it was jammed tightly in her waist, and you gasped in shock at the wound.

"N-no." You grumbled, trying to move the metal, but Nat gasped in pain, pushing your hands away. You could barely breathe in desperation. Your feet were freezing, because the water was already at your ankles. "Babe, move please. We have to get out."

Nat advanced toward you, taking off your belt. You tried to touch her, but she pushed your hands away again, intending to guide you out.

" Sweetheart, go! Open the door! " she commanded and you shook your head, the water on your knees. Nat forced a smile, the tears in her eyes made your stomach turn. "Don't worry love. I'm right behind you."

As you opened the door, the water moved all the way into the car, and you held your breath Nat repeated the words "I'm right behind you" one more time. And then you swam out.

When you reached the surface, you were alone.

Sobbing, you couldn't say anything else to Agatha, and she proceeded to stroke your back, trying to soothe you with words of affirmation.

"I need you to remember some things honey." She says tenderly. "You couldn't have helped Natasha. She got stuck. You have to stop blaming yourself for what happened." Agatha whispers to you, and you sob. "Remember the investigation, okay? The police said that the driver of the truck was drunk and hit your car after he fell asleep. It wasn't your fault." Agatha says trying to remind you. You gasp, countless memories flooding your head at once. "Say that for me, will you?" She asks and you gasp. "Tell me it wasn't your fault."

You sob, burying your face in your hands. It takes a moment, but you repeat the words.

"It wasn't my fault." You whisper breathlessly. "It...it wasn't my fault."

When you leave therapy that day, you feel different.

You think that it is the healing process that is beginning to work. You still have a long way to go, but you have the feeling that a weight has been lifted off your back, because you have started to believe your own words. You could not have saved Natasha.

There is still a deep sadness in you, but you still buy your favorite drink on the way home, and try to stay in the living room for a few hours before going to your room when you are inside.

#wanda maximoff #wandaxreader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda imagine #wanda imagines #sorry for your lost #wandaxyou

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All of You | 02

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 15,676

18+ | warnings ↠ jealousy, mentions of classism and social hierarchy which causes reader to experience some anxiety, mentions of the reader’s difficult past including familial financial struggles, flirting, angst, mentions of arranged marriage, explicit sexual content: neck kissing, marking, a bit of licking here and there, hair pulling, dirty talk, thigh riding, breast/nipple play, multiple orgasms, straddling, handjob, grinding, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, aftercare, fluff.

summary ↠ Park Jimin is your definition of perfect. He’s talented, handsome, and dedicated to everything he does, making him the man of your dreams. But what happens when you both wake up one day and realise that’s all you had together… a short dream?

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A/N: (reposting because i accidentally deleted the original) part two is finally here! 🤓 apologies for the long wait, but here it is! please make sure you’ve read the previous parts (prologue — the conversations are mentioned more than once throughout the fic, and part 1 !!) if you haven’t already! and enjoy! 🥰 hugs for the lovely ryen @kithtaehyung for making the banner💘 taglist is still open: dm/message/send an ask to be added :)

With many papers scattered around him, most of them showing numbers he doesn’t understand, the young male in front of you frowns, muttering quietly to himself before he sighs and looks up to you frustratedly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Geun-woo apologises sincerely, “I should’ve come in sooner to do this.”

Despite the situation being slightly annoying for you, and the fact that you have more pressing issues to attend to, you just shake your head and smile.

“How about you come to me at lunch? I’ll work through it with you and you can finish the report by the end of the day, that way I can check it before we leave today.”

Geun-woo grins sheepishly, patting your arm as he gets up. “Thanks so much, Y/N. I owe you big time.”

He’s well aware of your soft spot for him, although neither of you know why you let him off so much — he really does slack when it comes to the company but still you find yourself making excuses for him, even when you end up with more work yourself.

“That you do,” you chuckle. “You can start by bringing me some lunch from Yang’s when you come here, yes?”

Geun-woo stops by the door, imitating a soldier coming to attention. “You got it, boss.”

“Technically you’re my boss,” you remind him, lightly.

Snorting, Geun-woo throws you a look. “We both know I’m far off from that.”

“You’ll get there one day,” you shrug, clearing the papers to the side before you join him to leave for your meeting.

“Maybe, but you do a much better job than I ever could.”

Geun-woo winks at you, and you grin, ushering him out the door with you.

“While you’re in the meeting, at least pretend to know what you’re talking about, okay?”

“Oh I can do that,” he says, confidently. “I read all the notes you sent me from last week.”

“I’m surprised you did,” you say, raising a brow at him as you both walk down the quiet corridor that leads to Jimin’s office.

“Well, it’s the least I could do to not let you down.”

Smiling warmly, you put your arm around Geun-woo and squeeze lightly. “You don’t let me down Geun-woo. As long as you’re trying, I’m happy.”

“This is why I love you,” Geun-woo grins, as the both of you come to a stop outside of Jimin’s office.

“You can go in,” Jiho says from behind his desk. “He’s already waiting for you.”

“Thanks Jiho,” Geun-woo nods, stepping forward first to hold the door open for you.

“Thanks Geun-woo,” you wink at him, walking into the room.

Geun-woo follows behind you, and you both walk into the small entrance to Jimin’s office, hidden from his view. As you walk up slowly around the corner, your eyes land on Jimin right away.

He’s looking right at you, with a small, shy smile on his lips.

Your own lips curve at the sight of him, but you rush to take your seat before anyone else can notice the two of you dazing at each other. Jimin also holds back, proceeding with the meeting as soon as Geun-woo is also seated.

But despite his best efforts, all throughout the meeting, he finds himself stealing glances at you, remaining unfocused on anything else being said.

And because of this, you have to avoid looking at him whenever you speak, knowing you’ll break out into a smile if you do.

As the meeting draws to an end, everyone else at the table politely takes their leave, while you linger on the side, waiting to be alone with Jimin.

“I’ll take a look at it all once you’ve sent it over,” Jimin assures one of the marketing executives, walking around the corner to the door as he speaks, and you can tell he’s rushing to get him out of the room so he can talk to you.

“Thank you, Jimin,” the short man says, taking his leave from the room with a bow.

“You’re most welcome, I’ll see you next week,” Jimin nods, and finally, you hear the door click.

Appearing from around the corner, Jimin has the same shy smile he had earlier, except this time it’s not so small.

“Hi,” he says, eyes never leaving yours.

“Hi,” you breathe.

Jimin takes a few steps closer, stopping on the other side of the table.

“I, um…” he hesitates, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “Did you get... I sent a dress—“

“I loved it,” you cut him off, smiling happily. “I love it. And I’ll wear it on Saturday.”

Jimin exhales, beaming as he walks closer to you. “I’m glad,” he says softly. “I’d love to see you in it.”

Coming to a stop in front of you, he leaves minimal space between you, and his expression changes to a look of mesmerisation. Naturally, he raises his hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your head.

The small gesture has your heart doing somersaults, and you look up at him, nothing but fondness and adoration in your eyes.

Lightly, Jimin’s hand lowers as his thumb skims your jaw and he presses his palm against your skin.

“You know I have to leave for Busan now, my train leaves in an hour,” he says quietly.

“I know,” you whisper, appreciating the warm feeling that settles in you from his touch. “You’ll be back on Friday.”

“Mhm, in the evening… but I won’t see you all week.”

You meet his gaze with a soft smile. “You’ll see me on Saturday though.”

Jimin smiles brighter. “I’ve been thinking about it nonstop all weekend and I…” Jimin’s eyes search yours. “Will you let me pick you up? We can go together.”

“Mhm,” you hum, bringing your hand to rest on top of his. “I’d like that.”

Smiling, Jimin takes your hand, clasping his other hand on top as he caresses your skin. Neither of you say a word but the moment passes with a thousand unspoken thoughts, and from this moment onwards, your heart is no longer your own.

There’s a quiet knock at the door, but Jimin remains unfazed, eyes never leaving yours as he calls out, “what is it?”

“Your luggage is in the car and your dad is waiting in the lobby,” Jiho answers from the other side.

“I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay,” Jiho answers, leaving you and Jimin alone in the quiet, with only the muted white noise of the city around you.

“I’ll see you on Saturday, Y/N,” Jimin murmurs, bringing your hand to his lips.

“I’ll see you on Saturday, Jimin,” you echo, completely dazed as he places the most tender kiss on the back of your hand.

His thumb grazes your skin as he smiles and pulls away, rushing behind his desk to grab his coat from the closet. As he heads out of the room, he turns back to look at you, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Your own world seems to change too, happiness and a promise of love emanating from him, and even when he leaves the room, your mind still soars as you think of the future… and him.

Pacing back and forth across your apartment foyer, the tall heels of your Gianvito Rossi’s echo loudly against the marble, but not as loud as your heart, beating fast in your chest in anticipation of this evening. It’s almost 6pm, and Jimin will be here any minute.

While you’re certainly excited for the evening, there’s still the slight fear of this night not go how you expect it, and with everything that you discussed with Gi last weekend, you can’t ignore the small part of you that worries you might just get hurt in your pursuit of happiness with Jimin.

Although that doesn’t stop you from wanting to try; Jimin is worth any pain you might experience, as long as you can try.

A quiet chime comes from your phone, notifying you of a text, and when you look down, your heart skips a beat.

[5.54pm] Jimin: hey, i’m outside :)

Dropping a quick reply to say you’re coming, you make sure you’ve got everything you need in your purse before walking out of the building and outside.

Crossing the car park, you walk up the path beyond the gate of your apartment complex, and parked on the roadside is a black Mercedes-Maybach which you recognise as Jimin’s chauffeur-driven car.

And Jimin is out on the curb. He’s pacing back and forth just as you were, but when he sees you, he stops, mouth parting slightly as his eyes trail up and down your approaching form.

Stopping a few feet in front of him, you smile nervously, watching his face.

“Y/N,” he says, finally meeting your gaze and breaking into a smile. “You look stunning.”

His smile comforts you, and although you feel your cheeks heat up slightly because of his compliment, you still smile happily.

“Well I have you to thank for the dress, it’s the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

Jimin shakes his head, taking a few steps forward until he’s standing right in front of you. He’s still smiling softly, eyes admiring you in a dreamy haze. “It’s not the dress, it’s you, Y/N.” His fingers brush against your palm, and without a second thought, you’re clasping his hand in yours.

“You’re beautiful,” Jimin says, raising your hand to his lips to place a kiss on your skin, reminiscent of how he did in his office.

For a few seconds you’re silent, basking in the warmth and happiness that Jimin brings to you. And then you mindlessly brush a loose strand of his hair back.

“I’m relieved you think so, you’re stuck with me for the evening.”

Jimin chuckles. “And I’m looking forward to this evening, as long as Mr Byeong-chol doesn’t try to steal you from me, again.”

“It’s Choi,” you grin, a playful lilt to your voice.

And Jimin just shakes his head lightly, although you know he really would get annoyed if Choi were to approach you for more than a simple greeting tonight.

“Well,” Jimin says, stepping back to the car and opening the door to reach inside, “Choi doesn’t have the honor of buying you flowers, does he?” he asks rhetorically, pulling out a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

Your mouth opens in surprise, and Jimin looks pleased with your reaction as he approaches you, and he suddenly becomes a little shy.

“Come to think of it. I don’t know if that’s weird, because we’re not… this isn’t, um…”

“Jimin,” you giggle, cutting him off and relieving him of his nerves. “It’s not weird at all, I love them, they’re beautiful.”

Jimin nods wordlessly, once again mesmerised by your beauty as you admire the flowers.

But he’s quickly disturbed by his phone ringing in his back pocket.

“Sorry,” he mutters to you, pulling it out. “It’s just my dad, it’ll be quick.”

“No rush,” you smile, continuing to admire the flowers while sneakily looking up to stare at him too as he turns to the side to answer his phone.

“Yeoboseyo abeoji,” Jimin says, glancing sideways at you and smiling when he sees you watching him.

Hugging the flowers to your chest, you shamelessly continue checking him as he forces himself to look away from you.

“Have you left yet, son? It’s almost an hours drive, I don’t want us to be unreasonably late and most guests have already arrived now.” Mr Park says to Jimin through the phone.

“I’ve left home and I came to pick up Y/N first, but we’re leaving now so I’ll be there within the next hour.” Jimin looks at you again, smiling as he pulls the car door open for you.

Careful with your dress, you take a seat against the leather interior, and Jimin gently closes the door behind you before rushing over to his side and joining you while you greet the driver.

“I’d scheduled a car for Y/N, but you picked her up?” Mr Park asks, confused.

Jimin pauses before entering the car. “Yeah I cancelled it, why?”

There’s a second of silence before Jimin’s dad answers. “No reason, I’ll see you both soon okay? Drive safe.”

“Okay, we will,” Jimin says, getting into the car as well. “See you.”

Cutting down, Jimin shuts his door and turns to the driver. “We’re all ready Beom-soo.”

Beom-soo nods, ensuring you’re both wearing your seatbelts before he closes the partition to the back and sets off.

Your brows raise slightly in surprise when he does, with the closure making things between you and Jimin feel far more private.

Noticing this, Jimin sits forward and reaches for the partition. “Sorry, he’s used to doing that, I can open it.”

“No, it’s fine,” you say, looking to Jimin. “I mean, you can if you want but I don’t mind. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Oh, okay.” Jimin smiles, leaving the shutter closed and moving back into his seat comfortably.

“So how was your week in Busan?” you ask, leaning back into your seat.

“It was surprisingly okay, I got to see my brother and spend some time with a few old friends in the evenings, but the business meetings were a drag”

— Jimin turns to you, a soft yet cheeky smile on his lips — “although it would’ve been much better if I had you there with me.”

Scoffing lightly, you give him an amused look. “What, you needed someone else to do the work for you?”

“No, but my work is a lot easier when I have my lucky star to keep me going.” Jimin’s smile morphs into a smirk, and just like you did, he eyes you up shamelessly.

“Well your lucky star was busy, working endlessly to try and make up for your absence,” you say, trying to hide the blush in your cheeks.

“I know,” Jimin says quietly, as though lost in his own thoughts. “Geun-soo told me you spent most days working late again, I hope you’ve been looking after yourself…” Jimin watches you as you smile, and all he can think is how he desperately wishes he can be the one to look after you.

“I have been, although I would’ve preferred spending my late nights working with you.” You rest your head back and look across at Jimin, a faint smile on your lips. “The office isn’t the same without you.”

“Are you telling me you missed me, Y/N?” he asks, leaning forward teasingly.

If this was any other person, you’d probably be crawling into a hole from embarrassment, but never with Jimin. Everything about him makes you feel so comfortable; it’s why you like him so much. You’re drawn to everything he does, and in the past few months, he’s been on your mind more than ever.

And you’ve thought a lot about this night the past week, and you really believe that this might just be the night of a new beginning for you and Jimin.

The beginning of something perfect.

“I always miss you,” you admit quietly, without an ounce of fear for how he might respond.

Jimin smiles, reaching for your hand. His thumb strokes your skin tenderly as you curl your fingers around his palm.

“I miss you too. A lot,” he says softly, looking down at your hands. “I missed you this week, and I kept thinking about today…” he looks up at you, a sparkle in his eyes. “I’m really happy you’re coming tonight, you make everything so much better.”

Suppressing a smile, you lightly squeeze his hand while turning to admire the view from the window. “I’m only coming because I got a dress out of it,” you joke, glancing back to look at Jimin who chuckles quietly, resting his other hand on top of yours.

“I’m glad you like it, I was nervous it might not be to your taste.”

“Are you kidding me? Jimin this dress is gorgeous, you did amazing.”

“Well, I had help,” he grins sheepishly. “Namjoon’s wife helped me, otherwise I might not have chosen something so nice.”

“Nu-uh, considering the suits you’ve worn to work, I doubt you could pick out anything I wouldn’t like,” you tell him.

Jimin raises a brow, smirking. “So you pay close attention to the suits I wear?”

Matching his energy, you lean close to him momentarily and smile flirtatiously. “Tell me you don’t have a favourite skirt of mine…”

Jimin’s face tells you everything you need to know, and he cocks his head approvingly of your comeback.

Smiling smugly, you sit back again, relishing in the warmth of Jimin still holding your hand.

But then — coincidentally — your phone rings from your purse.

“Sorry,” you mutter, already irritated at whoever it is for calling because now Jimin slowly lets your hand go so you can answer it.

And it’s Gi.

For a second you contemplate ignoring it because she knows you’re going to the gala tonight, but then you realise because she knows, she wouldn’t call, so it might be an emergency.

Pressing answer, you bring the phone to your ear. “Hello, Gi?”

“Heeeey sis, how’s it going?” Her tone of voice and the casual laughter of Sung-ho and Hyun in the back tells you immediately that it is not an emergency, and your previous irritation returns.

“Um, it’s fine,” you answer, hoping she doesn’t say anything stupid because Jimin can certainly hear her through the phone. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just saw the picture you sent me of you wearing the dress and I’m just wondering if Mr CEO has gotten his hands all over you yet, ‘cos you look fucking delicious.”

And there it is.

You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, and Jimin holds back his laughter beside you, though you’re too embarrassed to notice it.

“Um, Gi, you…” you stutter, completely panicked.

“What...? Oh my God, you’re with him right now aren’t you? OH MY GOD DID I INTERRUPT SOMETHING?” Although Gi sounds apologetic, she can’t stop giggling either and you already know you’re going to kill her when you see her. “My bad, please go back to whatever naughty shenanigans you were up to, I’ll call you later for all the details!”

And with that, she cuts down, leaving you alone in your embarrassment.

“I, um, sorry,” you mutter, avoiding Jimin’s gaze as you put your phone back in your purse.

“Don’t be,” Jimin smirks. “You do look fucking delicious.”

You almost choke on nothing, turning to Jimin with wide eyes, and he breaks into a small laugh, taking your hand again.

“I’m sorry if that was too forward,” he smiles warmly.

“I, no, well, I just wasn’t expecting it,” you say nervously.

“In other words, you really look beautiful, Y/N, you always do,” Jimin says.

Feeling yourself relax, you sit back and smile. “Thanks, Jimin.”

“You’re welcome. How is your sister anyway, and Hyun and Sung-ho?”

“They’re good,” you smile, thinking of Gi’s pregnancy, though you don’t say anything because she doesn’t want to tell people until a few more weeks have passed. “Sung-ho’s still the same as ever, and Hyun has got his hands full with both of them although I don’t think he’d ever have it any other way.”

“I can imagine, they seem happy, and having met Sung-ho, I know that even five minutes with him is enough to brighten up someone's day,” Jimin smiles, and you both recall the day you brought Sung-ho into work like you told Jimin you would that day. And just as he said, he managed to make Sung-ho his best friend within the hour.

“Mhm,” you hum in agreement. “How are Mi-sun and Baek-hyeon?” you ask.

“They’re good,” Jimin smiles fondly when you mention Namjoon’s kids, and you find yourself going all fuzzy inside again as you think of Jimin with kids. It’s become a sort of weak spot for you, and since that day you had dinner together, you can’t help but imagine him as the father of your children, and everything that comes in between. It also reminds you of your conversation with Gi last weekend…

Jimin watches you as you sit quietly, your face no longer sporting your usual smile he loves so much.

“You okay?”

Clearing your head of any thoughts, you look at him and smile. “Yep, I’m good.”

Jimin smiles back, and you begin asking him about Mi-sun starting kindergarten, and the remainder of the drive there feels like less than twenty minutes as you both fall into conversation, keeping it light-hearted and relaxed.

As the car pulls up outside the venue, Jimin rushes out first to get the door for you, offering his hand to help you step out into the warm evening.

While Jimin thanks Beom-soo before he drives away from the valet area, you stand shocked, your jaw almost dropping when you see the magnificent building in front of you.

“You ready?” Jimin asks, stepping up beside you and holding his arm out.

Nodding dazedly, you take his arm and together you walk up the stone steps into the building, remaining oblivious to the stares and whispers of the pretentious peoples around you, all aware of who Jimin is, and only some of them aware of who you are, and that is enough for them to start gossiping already.

Entering the foyer, you look around, recognising a few influential faces in this industry, but Jimin doesn’t stop for any of them, walking with you past the many bodies, and through the grand double doors into the huge, busy ballroom.

He pauses once inside, scanning the room for his father.

Meanwhile, you admire the interior of the hall, glancing around at the table decor, and your brows raise in surprise when you notice a live band playing in front of a large dance floor, although no one seems to be dancing yet. Everyone is still seated or chatting away over some drinks and canapes. And as you continue to glance around, you remain unaware of an old acquaintance watching you and Jimin from the bar on the far end of the hall.

“Y/N! Jimin!” A familiar voice greets you loudly from behind, and you both turn to see Choi beaming as he approaches you.

Jimin’s other hand suddenly comes to rest on yours that sits on his arm, almost protectively, and he smiles plastically at Choi.

“Mr Byeong-chol,” he greets, as the both of you bow politely.

“No need for formalities Jimin, we’re well acquainted enough,” Choi says lightly, turning his attention to you. “I hope you’ve both been well?”

Smiling as you feel Jimin gently brush his fingers against yours, you return your hand to his arm and respond to Choi. “I’ve certainly been well, thank you, Choi.”

“That’s good to hear. Jimin, you to— ah, Pil-woo, I was wondering where you were!”

Both you and Jimin turn to see Mr Park approaching, smiling at Choi as he approaches.

“I was wondering the same, Choi, it’s good to see you.” Mr Park hugs Choi before they both turn back to you.

“It’s a real pleasure to have you all here,” Choi beams. “Please do enjoy yourselves, and I should hope to steal Y/N away from you boys for a dance or two after the dinner,” he winks.

“I would be honored,” you smile, beginning to feel excited for the night, since you’ve never been to a gala as extravagant as this, nor have you ever danced in such a luxurious ballroom to a live band; maybe you might even have a few dances with Jimin.

“The honor is mine, dear,” Choi bows his head. “There are also a few faces I was eager to introduce you to…” Choi continues talking, but your focus has strayed from him, as you watch Mr Park who’s standing next to Jimin, glance at your hand on his son’s arm.

Suddenly you realise that maybe you’re being too bold — you know you’re in an environment surrounded by esteemed and well known individuals, many from wealthy families, and you’re a nobody to many of them, despite how much Jimin, Mr Park and Choi seem to respect you.

But just as your previous insecurities about not being suitable for Jimin return, Mr Park looks at you once more, and smiles, warmly. Your nerves subside, though only a little, and you smile back before turning to Choi and listening to what he’s saying.

But it all goes in one ear and out the other — you wonder if Mr Park might have a problem with Jimin being so close to you, in such a public space, even though you know he’s fond of you, you’re still not someone who would be expected to be linking arms with Jimin at such an event. But his smile seemed genuine, and even now as he responds to Choi, he doesn’t seem bothered by anything, so you choose not to think about it, and instead focus on having a good night with Jimin.

After all, you already know you might just get hurt in this pursuit, but you wholeheartedly believe Jimin is worth it. And you deserve at least one magical night with him, and what better place to find that than this night.

Just as you begin relaxing again, you suddenly feel a hand on your lower back, startling you slightly as Jimin turns his attention to you, but you quickly turn to see someone you most definitely weren’t expecting to see here.

Tobias Blume.

“Y/N…” he gives you a dazzling smile, barely looking at Jimin as he greets him also. “Jimin, it’s lovely to see you here.”

Jimin steps closer, and you feel his hand go around your back, sitting respectfully on your waist, but you know this shift in stance stems from his jealousy. And you don’t blame him entirely either. Tobias can be direct in obtaining what he wants, and more than once he’s made it clear — he wants you.

“Tobias Blume!” Choi says, cheerfully, as he and Mr Park move to also greet the handsome man in front of you all.

“Mr Byeong-chol, Mr Park,” he nods, returning his gaze to you briefly before addressing you all. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of you, it’s such a pleasure.”

“It’s been three months,” Jimin says, a little too plainly, and his tone of voice suggests he most definitely does not agree with Tobias.

Even Choi catches on to his change in behaviour and glances at him before shrugging it off. “I can say the same, Tobias, I’ve definitely missed your company these past few months. But I didn’t know you’d be back in Seoul, how long are you here for?”

Tobias glances at Jimin and Mr Park before looking back at you, a smile on his face, and then you suddenly remember that there’s a major shareholders meeting coming up in two weeks — Tobias represents the company that has the biggest share in Park Motors, and negotiations with him almost always go on for at least three weeks. And not because they have to, but rather because Tobias prefers to drag out the process.

“Well, I’ll be here for at least a month,” Tobias says, still looking at you. “I have lots to catch up on with Y/N, I’m sure.”

“We’ll certainly try our best to get things done as hastily as possible,” you smile, a little nervously as you feel Jimin tense up beside you, and Mr Park has his eyes on his son.

“Oh, no need,” Tobias says smoothly, “it’s always the highlight of my day to be in your company, Y/N.”

Choi laughs, agreeing with Tobias and while Choi distracts from you for a second, you naturally glance at Jimin. He’s not smiling, but he doesn’t look visibly mad either, which is good. But you can tell he’s irritated by this from the way his jaw shifts when Tobias speaks again.

“I’ll have to find my seat now, but I hope we can catch up during the evening,” he says politely to all of you, before excusing himself.

“We should probably take our seats now too,” Mr Park says, observing the room. “I see dinner is being served now.”

“Ah yes,” Choi nods, “well please enjoy yourself, I’ll find you all a little later and hopefully introduce you to a few of my other colleagues.”

“We’re looking forward to it, Choi,” Mr Park says warmly, and after exchanging temporary goodbyes, he walks off to join another group on the side.

Turning back to Jimin and you, Mr Park gives you a big smile. “Was your journey here okay?”

“It was good,” Jimin replies, smiling at his dad and you.

“Yes, it was comfortable,” you say, wondering if Mr Park is thinking anything about Jimin bringing you tonight.

If he is, he doesn’t show it. He turns to you, and gives you a big smile. “That’s good, and Y/N, I didn’t have the chance to say this earlier, but you look lovely tonight.”

“Oh, thank you, you look dashing yourself, Mr Park.”

“Ah, I find it requires a lot more effort for me to dress up these days,” he sighs, though amusedly.

“Well I can hardly tell,” you grin, relaxing more as Mr Park makes you feel comfortable, as he always does.

“Should we take our seats then?”

“Yes, definitely,” Jimin says, as you and him follow Mr Park to your table.

There’s a few other people on your table too, three of them from Park Motors who you greet, and the other three are strangers.

All older — two men and a lady — and they give you hard stares as you approach the table with Jimin ahead of you. Then you notice how they break out of their coldness to greet Mr Park and Jimin, only to stare at you expectedly.

Except you don’t greet them personally, only bowing and smiling as you take your seat. It’s not the first time you’re experiencing stuck up, rich people treating you as though you're less than them, and it certainly won’t be your last; but you’ll never propitiate them to prove your worth — you know your own worth.

Dinner passes quickly, as you converse with your work colleagues on your table, and just having Jimin there makes everything feel so much more special. By the time dessert comes out, you’ve laughed so much that you have to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom so you can make sure your makeup hasn’t creased and your eyeliner isn’t smudged.

Walking across the hall, you feel a few eyes on you and in all honesty, it makes you feel slightly self conscious. Not because you feel any less than them — no, you definitely know your achievements match, if not exceed a good many in this room — but it’s because you know a lot of them have been watching you with Jimin all evening, and the part of you that fears you and him are doomed to fail has planted an insecurity in you that you are stepping out of your league with Jimin.

No matter how many times you tell yourself you deserve him, no matter how many times Gi tells you that your family is now respected, no matter how much Jimin looks at you as though you’re the most beautiful person on this planet… the insecurity remains, battling the part of you that dreams of being with Jimin.

But it is your feelings for Jimin that win every time.

One glance over your shoulder at him, and just seeing him laughing happily is enough to silence the insecurities.

It feels easier to ignore the stares, as long as you picture his smile. These people know nothing about you, nor Jimin. So you shouldn’t care for them.

Reminding yourself of that, you walk back out into the foyer, and up the steps that lead to the ladies room, all the while admiring the lavish interior of the venue. But as you’re approaching the room, the mention of your name has you stopping in your tracks.

“Y/N Y/L/N I hear her name is, though I’ve never heard of her before,” an unfamiliar voice says.

“Nor have I, but from what I hear, she’s one of Park Motor’s most popular employees.”

“And why do you think that is?” another woman scoffs, speaking in a malicious tone. “Did you see how she was all over Byeong-chol earlier, I imagine she thinks she’s smart, using her charms to deceive everyone.”

“You think that’s why the Park’s keep her around?” the first voice asks.

“Well of course, I can’t imagine how somebody like her, ends up being paraded around like some kind of trophy wife by Park Jimin.”

“Oh please, Iseul, you sound bitter. We all know you’ve had your eyes on him for your daughter, but you’ve never even introduced yourself to the Park’s.”

“What do you know?” Iseul snaps back sharply. “I’ve found many more suitors for my daughter, and that doesn’t change the fact that Park Jimin needs someone more well suited to his family, someone who has been raised in a family of etiquette and grace… this Y/N apparently grew up in a two bedroom home with her family of five!”

“You can’t deny that she does have etiquette and grace though, more than many other girls her age,” the first lady says. “But I suppose you’re right. I know his grandparents and they’ll certainly want a family who has some kind of established business to their name, and a successful one at that.”

The voices drown out as you feel your chest tighten — the anger and frustration at what they’re saying builds up inside of you, but you know better than to cause a scene and insult your elders.

Using all your willpower, you turn back around and head downstairs again.

But it’s hard. It’s so hard having to drown out the classism and judgement that you deal with whenever you’re at events like these. Only those who you’ve worked with have respect for you, and that’s because you earn it with your hard work and dedication.

Feeling slightly dejected, you take a moment in the foyer to gather yourself, checking your appearance with your compact mirror instead, before reentering the hall.

As you approach your table, Jimin is the first one to notice you, standing up eagerly to pull your seat out.

“Thank you.” You give him a small smile, sitting down.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, slowly taking his seat as his hands start to go a little clammy; he wants to ask you to dance since there’s already a few couples on the dance floor, but he finds himself suddenly feeling shy and nervous.

But he wants this night to be special, and he knows he’ll regret it if he doesn’t ask you, so he wipes his hand, clears his throat and—

“Y/N…” a tall figure appears from Jimin’s side, completely disregarding him and focusing only on you.

Tobias.

“Hello again,” you smile politely, looking slightly confused at Tobias.

“Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”

“Oh, I, um...” you pause, meeting Jimin’s gaze for a second.

You’re well aware of how he feels about Tobias, but he knows just as well as you that there’s no reason for you to say no to him, and even the smallest offence could cause issues for the company.

Though if you were uncomfortable with Tobias, you wouldn’t hesitate to say no, but he’s never been inappropriate with you, and is always respectful.

Plus, dancing with him couldn’t be so bad since you realise it might help to have some practice before you dance with Jimin.

“Sure,” you say, glancing in Jimin’s direction one more time before getting up, and when he gives you a bigger smile, you know he’s okay with it.

As you take Tobias’s hand and walk to the dance floor, Mr Park watches as his son’s shoulders slouch in response, and then as Tobias places a hand on your waist, Jimin stiffens up, watching the two of you like a hawk.

“Y/N really looks lovely today doesn’t she?” Mr Park says casually, while inspecting Jimin to try to gage his reaction.

A small smile settles on his lips, and Jimin nods. “She does, she always does.”

“True,” Mr Park replies, noting Jimin’s smile disappears as you laugh at something Tobias says. “She definitely seems to be enjoying herself with Tobias too…”

And now a frown appears, and Jimin looks at his dad. “She doesn’t like him, if that’s what you think.”

“Oh, no?”

“No, she’s just polite and she always keeps the company in mind.” Jimin looks back to you.

“Ah, that makes sense then,” Mr Park nods. “But I don’t think we could say the same for Tobias.”

Jimin’s gaze sharpens, and he doesn’t say anything in response to that.

After a quiet moment, Mr Park leans forward and places a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “Aren’t you going to ask Y/N to dance? She’s accompanied you here after all.”

Hesitating, Jimin looks to his dad. “I am, I was. But then Tobias came…”

“Well the song’s almost over, unless you want to sit here and watch them the whole evening.”

Jimin looks at his dad for a few seconds, wondering if he knows; Jimin has never been subtle when it comes to his feelings for you, and although no one has ever mentioned anything to him, this is his father. If anyone would know, it’s his dad.

A part of Jimin wants to tell him, having always confided in him with everything, but the other part… the other part wants to remain oblivious because Jimin is aware of his responsibilities as a Park, and he knows that choosing who he wants to marry has always been out of the picture for him. Though Jimin is a hopeless romantic, and he’s so hopeful that he can have you. He believes he can have you. No matter what his family says or thinks, and that includes his father.

Because it’s you.

This also gives him more hope; Jimin knows his dad has respect for you, and could most certainly come to love you like a daughter — if he doesn’t already.

Although Jimin hasn’t even told you how he feels yet, it might not be wise to tell his father; even if he feels he could do with some advice.

But his dad seems to be giving him some now. Whether he’s aware of Jimin’s feelings for you or not.

As the song comes to an end, Jimin rises from his seat, eyes on you the whole time he approaches.

You’re talking politely with Tobias, who is still guiding you along slowly to dance, but when you see Jimin coming, you naturally come to a halt and smile, and he feels his heart rate increase with how you’re looking at him.

Tobias turns to see Jimin too, but only briefly as your arms drop from his side and he looks back at you, seemingly disappointed.

“Hey,” you say softly, almost entirely ignoring Tobias beside you right now.

“Hey,” Jimin smiles, a sparkle in his eyes before he turns to Tobias. “Would it be okay if I were to reclaim my date for the evening?” he asks, not even hesitating with his bold statement, even when Tobias’s smile disappears.

Jimin turns back to you. “I was hoping I’d get to dance a few songs with Y/N.”

A pale blush tints your cheeks, but your heart is soaring and you beam happily, turning to Tobias when he fails to respond right away.

“I, well, if Y/N is okay with it…?” Tobias raises a brow at you before glancing in Jimin’s direction.

The two men look at you, expecting you to choose between them — as if you even have to think about it.

Turning to Tobias, you bow and smile politely. “It’s been a pleasure, Tobias. Thank you for dancing with me and I look forward to seeing you at the company soon.”

Tobias barely smiles, his lips pursed to express his disappointment. “I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he nods.

But his disappointment is of barely any concern to you; not when Jimin is standing in front of you right now.

“Y/N,” Jimin says softly, extending a hand, “may I have the pleasure of dancing with you?”

Grinning, you take his hand. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as he steps closer and his other hand lightly snakes around your waist to settle on your lower back.

As both of you move along to the gentle rhythm of the song, you resist the urge to rest your head on his shoulder; as much as you’d like to, you’re still aware that you’re at a formal event, and no one besides the two of you know how you feel about each other, so it wouldn’t be wise. Instead, you just enjoy the feeling of being in his arms as you dance together, and after a few moments, Jimin says your name.

“Y/N?” Jimin’s voice is soft and sweet like honey, so close to your ear. And when you look at him, you feel your heart soar with affection when you see how he’s gazing at you. Being this close you can see every freckle on his face, every line and contour and you find yourself committing each detail to memory.

“Yes?” you answer breathily, still dazed by how he’s looking at you.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Jimin murmurs quietly, more to himself, though you hear him all the same as he naturally comes to a stop while still holding you. “Can I take you somewhere?”

“Now?” you ask, a little confused.

“Mhm, I just wanna get away from everyone, just you and me.” He gives you a gentle smile, and you feel elated, knowing your dreams are coming true.

“Sure,” you smile, “I should just get my pu—“

“Y/N, Jimin…”

You turn in Jimin’s arms to see Mr Park has approached you, a warm smile on his face.

Naturally, you take a small step away from Jimin. Although you don’t know why.

Jimin glances at you before turning back to his father.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Mr Park says, coming to your side. “I was hoping I could have the honor of dancing with my star employee, if you don’t mind, Y/N?”

“Of course I don’t mind, Mr Park,” you answer almost instantly, smiling. “I’d love to.”

Although you’re a little disappointed that your time with Jimin has been interrupted, you know you still have the rest of the evening to be with him.

Jimin smiles, stepping aside as his dad replaces him.

“I’ll wait at our table,” Jimin says, his eyes still sparkling with excitement as he looks at you, before walking to the table.

As your dance starts with Mr Park, you can see Jimin from his seat, standing up as he watches you dance, and you can’t help but smile to yourself; knowing he admires you as much as you admire him feels so special, and nothing in this moment could burst your happy bubble with him — not any stares from pretentious snobs, nor any rumours and whispers from them.

Mr Park watches your expression carefully as you look away from Jimin, but doesn’t say anything, continuing to look around the hall as the tune picks up.

“This venue is certainly tasteful, is it not?” he says, interrupting the quiet between you.

“Hm— oh,” you smile at Mr Park, and nod. “It’s beautiful.”

Mr Park smiles back. “Are you enjoying yourself tonight, Y/N?” he asks, copying those around him and twirling you.

Giggling, you step back into his arms and find yourself beaming. “Very much, Mr Park. I’m honored to be here tonight.”

“I’m glad. You of all people deserve to enjoy a special night.”

“Thank you, I’ll certainly remember it for weeks to come.”

Mr Park hums in agreement, looking around mindlessly before looking at you. “Jimin seems to be enjoying himself greatly too, and I believe his happiness has much to do with you, Y/N.”

Your body almost freezes, but you manage to overcome your sudden surprise at Mr Park’s statement and keep moving.

Glancing at his face, he’s already watching you and you find yourself stuck for words so you look away before trying to answer.

But any words get stuck in your throat, as all the insecurities and feelings from earlier return; and you realise, Mr Park knows how Jimin feels about you, and now you’re afraid of what comes next. Because you know it’s coming.

“My son likes you a lot,” Mr Park says simply, quietly. And kindly. “And if I’m correct, you like him too.”

Now your body does slow down, the truth of his words weighing down on your heart when you wish they would fill you with joy instead.

The simple truth — you like Jimin, and he likes you. But it’s not that simple. And the expression on Mr Park’s face as he comes to a stop tells you that too.

He smiles, almost sadly, and there’s plenty of regret in his expression.

“I…” you start to say something, though you’re not sure what you would even say, and you trail off.

Mr Park places a hand gently on your arm and sighs quietly. “I care about you, Y/N,” he says sincerely. “And I don’t just mean as someone who works with me. You’re a lovely, bright young woman who deserves the world, and I mean that completely…”

As Mr Park speaks, you feel your heart rate pick up in apprehension of what he’s going to say. On any other day you’d be thrilled to receive such a compliment from someone you respect so much, but right now the only thing you care about is Jimin.

“And it’s because of that,” Mr Park says, his expression faltering as he struggles to say the next words as he’s afraid to hurt you, “I must warn you against choosing my son, Y/N. You deserve someone who can be committed to you. My son is the CEO, and he will one day replace me as the chairman… he has more responsibilities than he should have to burden and it comes with the job. I see the way he looks at you, Y/N. And I can clearly see you share those same feelings,” he adds softly. “But it would be unfair on you both to start something together.”

Your throat feels dry, and you try to say something, so Mr Park won’t look at you so helplessly.

“I know he’s busy,” you say coarsely, “I—I wouldn’t…”

Words fail you again as Mr Park looks at you knowingly. And the harsh truth returns. Along with the words of that woman in the ladies room — I know his grandparents and they’ll certainly want a family who has some kind of established business to their name.

“l feel awful having to tell you this, Y/N,” Mr Park says, “but I have to because it would hurt me greatly to see you get hurt, especially because of my son. I’d rather tell you now, before either of you are in too deep.”

But I’m already in so deep.

“You’re referring to his responsibilities outside of the company, aren’t you?” you ask quietly, meeting Mr Park’s eyes for the first time. “To your family…”

And when he nods, you feel your world come crashing down, all at once.

Mr Park hesitates, seeing your shoulders visibly drop, but he realises that no words will comfort you right now, so he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, as the song draws to an end.

Any hope and happiness leaves you, and you’re left feeling empty. And despite the urge to break down and cry, you refuse to do so; especially in front of all these people.

“I’ll be going back to our table, if you wish to join me?”

You nod stiffly, and look up to see Mr Park’s concerned expression. So you smile, albeit briefly and faintly. He smiles back and the both of you walk together, back to your table.

You’re quiet, having to steel yourself so you can remain calm and composed in front of Jimin, but when you approach your table, you look up and feel your heart skip a beat.

Jimin is still standing, with his eyes on you as you draw closer. And it’s his smile that makes you want to melt into his arms and stay there forever. You’re drawn to him, despite everything being against you.

And then Mr Park speaks quietly beside you. “Please know, I am truly sorry that his burden extends to you.”

And again, your shoulders drop, and now Jimin’s smile hurts to look at.

As Mr Park takes his seat, Jimin comes up to you and his smile slowly disappears. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You don’t look at him. You can’t.

“Mhm,” you hum, about to take your seat but he’s reaching for your hand.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you mutter. “I just feel a bit nauseous, that’s all.”

“Oh, here, have some water,” Jimin says, quickly rushing to help you. He hands you the glass, before lightly holding your arm as he watches you take a sip. And it doesn’t help. Especially not when you know Mr Park is watching.

“I’m going to get some air,” you mutter, placing the glass down and still refusing to look at Jimin as you pull away from him.

And as you walk out towards the foyer, Jimin watches you, feeling confused and worried about you; less than ten minutes ago, you were happy with him, but now Jimin can easily tell something’s upset you. A lot. Enough for you to walk away from him.

“I’ll be back,” Jimin says to his father, grabbing his phone and your purse from the table before heading in the same direction you went in.

And Mr Park doesn’t object, feeling conflicted as he watches his son chase after you.

The night air feels cold against your bare arms, and you shiver lightly as you walk past the valet towards the quiet grounds of the venue.

Your mind is all over the place, and the cold air does nothing to help calm you, only making you slip further from your own control, the urge to cry swelling in your throat… until you hear his voice.

“Y/N?”

You turn to see Jimin walking up to you, and all it takes is one look at his kind face for any anxiousness to dissipate.

As Jimin approaches you, he pulls his jacket off of himself and immediately drapes it around your shoulders.

The close proximity and inviting scent of his cologne has your heart yearning for him, and you feel the most conflicted you’ve ever felt in your life. Having been through so many struggles, you never thought you’d come across any greater than those you’ve already experienced, but this hurts so bad, and you want to scream because of how unfair it is.

Smoothing the arms down, Jimin smiles softly at you. “Hey.”

Hesitating, you fidget with the rings on your fingers, unable to block out the words of Mr Park.

“Y/N,” Jimin says again, and this time you can hear the concern.

“Yeah?” you say quietly, still avoiding his gaze.

And then Jimin’s warm fingers are on your face, raising your chin so you’ll look at him. And when you finally meet his gaze, the words echoing in your head disappear, and the only thought that remains is Jimin.

He smiles as your face changes, all pain and worry disappearing as you gaze up at him. And although he wants to know why you so suddenly walked out, he’s more happy to see you relax again, especially because he knows it’s because of him.

“Will you come with me now?” he asks.

And before logic and reason can make you say no, you’re nodding. A wave of warmth travels through you when Jimin smiles happily, and gently takes your hand.

It’s his eyes, you think as he leads you to the car. They put you in a trance and you could never say no to him. You don’t want to say no. Being with him makes you forget about the rest of the world, and at least for now, you’ll let yourself enjoy this night with him.

Beom-soo opens the door for you both as you approach, and Jimin lets you in first before following behind you, and this time he sits right next to you, taking your hand in both of his again.

And you don’t object.

He holds your hand the whole time, as you both sit in quiet, feeling relaxed in each other’s company. And though you have moments when you remember what Mr Park said, you find it harder to remember their significance when Jimin is right beside you.

Twenty minutes passes like five, and soon the car comes to a stop on a quiet hill.

“Come on,” Jimin says, opening the door and leading you out.

Jimin takes your hand and leads you to a small fence near the top of the hill, and as you walk, you admire the view from here; being higher up gives a stunning view of the city, and the sparkling lights make the city shine from this quiet spot.

Both of you slow down as you approach the fence, and Jimin pulls you closer to his side. You stand next to him in silence, holding hands as you both look out at the view. And when you look up to marvel at the many stars adorning the night sky, Jimin smiles, finding you far more beautiful than anything else.

“How did you know about this place?”

“Namjoon told me about it,” Jimin says quietly. “He showed me around two years ago. Said he used to come up here when everything felt like too much… when things got too hard. It’s amazing how much my perspective would change, when I’d see the city and look up to see the stars. It gave me a lot to think about.”

You turn towards Jimin. “And you came up here for the same reason as Namjoon?”

He nods, smiling sadly. And then the memory of Jimin sitting in your office more than a year ago now returns; when you first realised how hard Jimin has it as the CEO of a company he was born into. And you remember how sad he seemed when he mentioned time is passing him by quickly. You had tried to ask him about it, but he didn’t say much more. But now as you see the same sad look on his face, you know what he was talking about — all the pressure and expectations he faces, especially as the eldest Park grandson.

You hate seeing Jimin upset, and you don’t think there’s much comfort you can give, but you squeeze his hand gently anyway, slipping your fingers in between his.

Jimin turns to look at you, and when he sees you staring at him with your glimmering doe eyes, he smiles softly and steps closer.

It’s with those same doe eyes that you looked at him many nights ago, when he came to your office, and from that night onwards, he’s always gravitated towards you, longing to be in your company. It’s on that night that he realised just how special you are to him. And your place in his heart has only grown ever since.

“I haven’t been here in a long time though…” Jimin says, his gaze intensifying as he searches your face. “Things started feeling different at work. Easier. I began to enjoy coming in every day and it wasn’t because I was looking forward to board meetings or anything… it was because of you.”

You feel your heart rate pick up, and everything else around you blurs in a haze as you feel an almost painful longing for Jimin.

He smiles, reaching up to cradle your cheek in his hand. “You made me see the good in everything, Y/N, you gave me hope. So I stopped coming here, because I didn’t need to. Not when I had my own star so close to me.”

Your breath hitches as Jimin leans closer, his eyes dropping to your lips before he looks back at you. And you’re frozen for a split second; torn between wanting him so badly, especially with everything he’s just told you, but your insecurities take over, and suddenly you take a step back.

Jimin stops, eyes wide as he looks at you and the sight of him could break your heart.

“Y/N?”

“We should go,” you say quickly and quietly, turning away from him and walking back to the car as fast as you can.

Every step you take feels heavy; it feels impossible. Your heart is pleading with you to go back to him, but your mind tells you it would be foolish. Mr Park said you’d get hurt, and although you were already aware of the possibility and had decided Jimin was worth it, you find it far more difficult to let your emotions rule you now. Especially when it’s coming from Mr Park who you have so much respect for.

Beom-soo sees you approaching and pulls the door open, smiling as he looks around for Jimin.

And you glance over your shoulder to see him still standing at the hill, looking in your direction — in this moment, your heart silences all reason and you don’t care about any consequences when you see the look on his face, but you’re snapped back to reality by Beom-soo.

“Is he coming?” Beom-soo asks, confused.

Nodding, you look away from Jimin and get back into the car. Beom-soo glances back at Jimin before he closes the door behind you, and you sit in silence, feeling your heart beat loudly in your chest as you wait for Jimin to return; and despite all the world wanting you to stay away from him, you find yourself desperately wanting him to be close to you again.

Jimin watches as you walk away, utterly confused as to what just happened. This whole night has been nothing short of perfect, and he knows you’ve felt the same — he knows you. So why you just rejected his attempt to kiss you is beyond him. There must be a reason you would walk away from him so abruptly because he doesn’t have a doubt about you liking him as much as he likes you.

He racks his brain for what could’ve happened… you were fine when dancing with him, and then you danced with his dad. Jimin remembers watching as you had both come to a stop on the dance floor when his dad was talking to you, and he remembers the almost pitiful look on his dad’s face. Then you returned to him, looking upset.

And now Jimin realises— his dad said something to you about his familial responsibilities.

The one thing that Jimin was hoping would never come between you despite it being the only thing that could ever stop him from being with you. His dad has only ever spoken to him once about his duties as the future chairman of the company, his duty to marry someone suitable for his family, and that was two years ago; since then, Jimin has been hoping that things would change and he would be able to find someone himself. Someone he loves. And that someone is you.

Jimin looks back towards the car, as Beom-soo opens the door for you, and when you look over your shoulder at him, Jimin feels his heart stop.

He wants you. More than anything he wants to be able to call you his.

And he doesn’t care what anybody else has to say about it. Not even his family.

As soon as Beom-soo closes the car door behind you, Jimin finds himself moving back to the car, determined to show you how much he loves you, regardless of anything his dad has said to you.

“Keep the partition closed,” Jimin says quietly to Beom-soo, barely glancing at him, instead keeping his eyes fixed on the door as he approaches.

Beom-soo nods, pulling the door open.

Jimin gets in wordlessly, and he stays quiet until the car starts moving. Only then does he look across at you.

You’re sitting, looking down at your hands in your lap, fiddling with the silky material of the dress Jimin bought you, and his jacket still sits loosely around your shoulders.

Jimin feels his heart soften when he sees you, and before he can even think, he’s saying your name quietly in a desperate bid to reach out to you somehow.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?” you hum quietly, battling with your conscience to not look at Jimin, because if you do, you’ll give in to your heart’s one desire.

“Please look at me…”

His pleading yet soft tone shatters your heart and you wish you could give him what he wants. But you can’t. Your lower lip trembles, and you shake your head.

Seeing you like this pains Jimin, and he knows he won’t stop until he sees you smile. He won’t let you believe anything his father said. Especially because he doesn’t believe it himself.

He reaches for your face, cupping your cheek in his hand and sighing softly as you give in to his touch, letting your head rest against his warm skin. And when a tear rolls down your cheek, he moves closer, and turns your face towards him.

Your eyes glisten with tears in the faint light as you look up at Jimin, who gently strokes your tears away.

“Y/N,” he says softly, with a sincerity you’ve never seen from him before. “Nothing anyone says can change the way I feel about you. It never will. And I promise you, I won’t let anything come between us, if you would please, just give me a chance. Please.”

“I can’t,” you whisper, pressing your eyes shut as Jimin’s tender voice and touch breaks down the walls to your heart.

“You can, baby, please” he murmurs, shifting even closer, and within seconds, you feel his warm breath against your skin.

It’s almost magical, the effect he has on you; feeling him so close, hearing his voice and having your senses drown in his comforting scent… your eyes flutter open and you can’t help it when you place your hand over his, curling your fingers around his palm.

Jimin takes a hold of your hand, and never takes his eyes off of you as he brings it to his lips.

“You’re all I want, Y/N,” he murmurs, before he places a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

And from the second his lips graze your skin, the last of your walls disappear, and your heart beats freely for Jimin.

His touch is delicate as he holds your hand, and presses his lips into your skin again.

“Jimin…” you breathe, falling under some kind of spell.

“Yes, my love,” he murmurs, smiling softly at you before kissing your hand again.

And this time, he trails upwards, placing soft kisses along your forearm, gradually moving towards your shoulder, all while you feel weak beside him.

You can feel your heart beating faster in your chest, so loud that you’re certain Jimin can hear it above your heavy breathing and the muted sounds of his kisses.

But you can’t help it. Not when he’s doing the bare minimum and you already feel so wanted by him — so loved by him. You want more.

As he approaches your shoulder, he pulls his jacket off of your shoulder, gently smoothing your skin before kissing softly. And then his hand is on your face again, and you’re keening towards him, eager for more.

Jimin doesn’t need you to say anything, not when he can feel you grip his arm harder as his lips press into the dip of your collarbone.

You feel him smile against your skin, and you smile too, feeling high on him as you move your hand across his back, feeling the firmness of his body through the material of his shirt, and you’re desperately curious to know what he looks like shirtless.

As his lips approach your neck, Jimin opens his mouth a little wider, and when you feel his warm saliva against your skin, you let out a breathy moan, fingers curling into his shoulder.

Jimin responds immediately, this time sucking lightly too to draw out the same lustful noise from your lips. And each time he sucks a little harsher, getting incredibly turned on by your soft whimpers in his ear.

“If you want this, Y/N,” Jimin murmurs, kissing up to your ear where he nips lightly before pulling away, “I won’t stop.”

Jimin looks at you, gently holding your cheek as he waits for you to give him the permission he needs to love you.

You’re still dazed, yearning for more of him, in every way you imaginable. So when he asks you, you don’t need to think about anything before you’re nodding. “Yes.”

Jimin smiles, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before leaning towards the partition. Opening this, he mutters quietly to Beom-soo, telling him to take you both to his place, before closing it and moving back towards you.

You pull gently on his arm, bringing him closer to you as you rest your head against his shoulder for the remainder of the journey.

Jimin smiles happily, leaning his head against yours as he squeezes you gently, before turning to kiss the crown of our head.

Within fifteen minutes, the car pulls up in the driveway of a stunning apartment complex; even more grand than your own.

Beom-soo opens the door for you both, and Jimin gets out first to help you.

“Thank you, Beom-soo,” Jimin smiles at his driver who nods his head politely at you both with a smile before getting back into the car and driving off.

“Come on,” Jimin says quietly to you, smiling as you admire the interior of the building.

He leads you into the building, making straight for the elevator and smiling at any staff he sees, but most of his attention is on you. He still can’t get over how stunning you look, and he’s already picturing many more days with you coming back to his apartment with him.

You feel giddy the whole time, and your heart is wholly content to have Jimin beside you. And when he walks you up to his door, pulling it open to reveal his luxurious apartment, you feel yourself grow excited, remembering the feeling of his lips on your skin.

Following Jimin further into the large hallway to his apartment, you smile, feeling invited by the warm scent that you associate with him. And when you glance around, you get a glimpse into the rooms and you’re not surprised that you love Jimin’s choice of furnishings; you know he has good taste from his office and the clothes he wears.

Jimin steps closer to you, smiling as you look up at him. “D’you like it?”

Smiling, you intertwine your fingers with his. “I like it a lot. It’s very… you.”

Chuckling, Jimin pulls on your hand and leads you into the lounge. He stops in the middle of the room before letting go of you, and you watch, a little confused, as he takes his phone out and connects it to a speaker on the shelf. And then his favourite song plays quietly, slow and melodic in the background.

He comes back to you, smiling when he sees you frown in confusion.

“Come here,” he says softly, taking his jacket off of your shoulders to toss it onto the couch, before taking your hand and stepping closer to you. “I never got to finish dancing with you,” he says quietly, meeting your gaze. “And definitely not how I wanted to.”

“And how did you want to dance with me?” you ask, placing your hands on his chest.

Jimin smiles, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead again before taking your hands in his, and guiding them around his neck, and then he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, with only a few inches between you. “Like this,” he whispers, as he begins swaying along to the gentle rhythm of the music.

“This is nice,” you smile, feeling engulfed by his warmth and his smell.

Jimin hums in agreement, and when you drop your head to his shoulder with your nose brushing his neck, he smiles, feeling all of his dreams come true.

“This is better,” he says, closing his eyes as he relishes in the feeling of finally having you in his arms.

And you do the same, feeling empowered and certain by Jimin, his words and his promise. You remember what Gi told you, how Jimin wouldn’t want to hurt you, and you believe it yourself. And now, even as you think of what those women were saying earlier today, you realise you don’t care about anyone else; you deserve this. You deserve Jimin and the happiness he brings you, and you won’t let anything spoil that.

The song comes to an end, but neither you nor Jimin move for a few moments after, until your feet begin to ache in your heels from standing, and you slowly pull back.

With your arms still around his neck, you stay close to him, eyes roaming across his face as you smile contentedly.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Jimin admits, with a shy smile.

“Dance with me?”

Jimin nods. “And have you here, in my home with me.”

You feel your heart expand, and you realise how hopelessly in love with him you are as he holds you tightly with that beautiful smile of his. Sliding your hand down, you gently cup his face, memorising every detail of this moment.

Jimin’s gaze intensifies as your thumb brushes over his lips, and he swallows, his eyes dropping to your lips.

He leans closer, tilting his head to yours, and looking back into your eyes. “I’ve also really wanted to do this,” he whispers, and then his soft lips are on yours.

Every fear and concern you’ve ever had disappears the second Jimin kisses you, and you melt into his arms, your heart beating triumphantly as he slides his fingers into your hair.

Nothing matters except Jimin.

Jimin. Jimin. Jimin.

Your lips move against his in tandem to the sweet rhythm he kisses you to, and every inch of your body feels alive in his arms.

Slowly pulling back, Jimin rests his forehead against yours and beams at you. “I think all of my dreams just came true,” he grins.

“Mine too,” you smile happily, and you’re unable to resist kissing his nose before returning to his lips.

You feel him smiling against you, and he kisses you back before briefly pulling away again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Jimin smiles. “I just wanted to let you know, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Shaking your head, you return his smile. “No, I want to. Unless you don’t?” you add, suddenly a little unsure.

But Jimin’s smile puts you at ease instantly, and he tenderly caresses your cheek. “I’ve waited so long for this, I don’t want to wait any longer. I want you, Y/N, all of you.”

Smiling softly, you nod. “You can have me.”

Jimin’s eyes flash with excitement, and he leans in to kiss you again, this time with more fervour; when your fingers curl into his hair, his tongue sweeps forward into your mouth and you feel a wave of warmth rush to your core.

As the kiss grows more passionate, Jimin becomes more comfortable, his hands roaming your body freely, spurred on by your muffled moans when he squeezes your ass or presses his palm into your breast.

And when Jimin tilts your head back to begin sucking on your neck again, you find yourself gripping on to him for dear life as your knees feel weak beneath you.

Kicking your heels off, your grip on Jimin grows tighter, and he continues to take pleasure in your moans, and keeps at it, licking and biting the skin too.

“Ohh, Jimin,” you murmur breathily. By now you can feel the dampness of your underwear as it sticks to you, and as Jimin continues his assault on your neck, you find yourself loving every second of it.

“My jagi smells so sweet,” he murmurs against your skin, squeezing your breast and smirking when you whine in his ear.

“Fuck, kiss me,” you mutter, pulling on his hair as you hungrily attach your lips to his.

Jimin obliges easily, letting you take the lead as you kiss him roughly, ignoring the need for oxygen as you find the taste of him so addicting.

After a few moments of this, you become more needy and impatient, and you begin unfastening his buttons.

Chuckling, Jimin pulls back and helps you, smirking as you eagerly strip his shirt off of him.

And when you see his toned upper body, you almost moan again, becoming excited to see the rest of him. You glide your hands across his skin, marvelling at his defined abs, and glancing up at him as your thumb swipes over his nipple.

Jimin’s stare intensifies as he breathes a little harder. But before you can do anything else, he’s pulling you in to him and kissing you again. And this time it’s slower, but with the same insistence.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he murmurs, pulling back for a brief second.

The sight of him — with his hair messed because of you, and his pink swollen lips — sends your heart wanting to burst out of your chest.

“I’m sure,” you smile, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. “I want you, Jimin.”

Jimin stares at you for a few seconds, wondering how he got so damn lucky, but he doesn’t waste much time, intertwining your fingers with his as he leads you out of the lounge.

He walks you across the massive apartment, and coming to a stop at the end of the corridor, he opens the wide doors to his bedroom and takes you inside.

Jimin doesn’t give you anytime to admire his room, because as soon as you’re in, his lips are on your neck and your back is pressed up against his door.

“Oh,” you whimper, lightly tugging his hair as his teeth graze the sensitive spot below your ear, before he gives small kitten licks and snakes his arm around your waist.

Attaching his lips to yours, he pulls you away from the door and kisses you as he backs you into the room.

“You want more?” he murmurs, voice low and seductive.

“Yes,” you shakily exhale.

Jimin smirks, holding you firmly by the waist as he steps behind you and brings his bare chest flush against your back. Gently, he holds your cheek and turns you so you’re met with the reflection of you both in the floor length mirror.

He lowers his lips to your ear, kissing lightly as his fingers trail down from your cheeks and onto the display of pink love bites all over your neck.

You bite your lip involuntarily, feeling proud and happy to have reminders of his love littered across your skin, as well as feeling more turned on than before.

“You like that?” Jimin whispers huskily into your ear. “You want the whole world to know you’re mine, hm?”

Meeting Jimin’s gaze in the mirror, you nod breathlessly.

He kisses your temple before bringing a hand up to your breast and squeezing lightly as his lips brush your ear. “Baby, I’ll make sure the world knows it. I’ll make you moan so loud, all of Seoul will know who’s making you feel that good, and when you beg me for more, I’ll give my baby anything she wants.” Jimin moves his hand from your breast to turn your cheek to face him before he speaks firmly and lovingly… “Because you’re mine, Y/N. And I promise you, I’m yours.”

Jimin seals his words with a tender kiss on your lips, and the gesture has you swooning.

Raising your head, you kiss him hard, and he kisses back with the same purpose while his fingers find the zip for your dress and he deftly pulls this down.

When his fingers graze the skin at the small of your back, you pull away from his lips and breathe in in anticipation.

“Is this okay?” he asks quietly.

“More than okay,” you breathe out, looking forward in the mirror again.

Jimin nods, kissing your shoulder lightly as his hand slips around further and the dress falls off your body.

With only your underwear on now, you almost gasp as the air feels cold on your bare skin and naked breasts, but then Jimin is winding his arms around your waist and you feel his bare chest against your back, and just like that, you’re warm.

He smiles as you lock eyes with him in the mirror, and only then, does his gaze drop your breasts.

His gaze darkens and his hand drags up your torso, to meet the lump of flesh, and he begins massaging lightly before running his thumb across your nipple, and again, and again, experimenting what you respond to and growing hornier with every sound you make.

When he pinches your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, you moan and roll your hips back.

“Jimin,” you whine, turning around in his arms to kiss him. “I need more, I need you.”

Chuckling softly, Jimin brings you closer so there’s not an inch between your bodies. “What is it you need, baby? I’ll do anything for you, just tell me.”

With Jimin’s words, a frequent fantasy of yours comes to mind and your lower lip gets caught between your teeth as you feel heat rush to your cheeks.

Noticing this, Jimin lowers his head and kisses all over your face, stopping millimetres from your lips. “You can tell me, Y/N. I’ll do anything that makes you feel good.”

You hesitate slightly, feeling a little shy but Jimin stays reassuring you with a gentle hand rubbing your back.

“It’s okay baby.”

And those quiet words whispered into your ear fill you with confidence, and you’re pushing Jimin back towards the bed, smiling coyly as he looks at you in admiration.

When he’s sitting on the end of the bed and you’re standing in front of him, your eyes meet his for a split second before dropping to his thighs.

Jimin smirks, catching on to what it is you want to do. And because he still senses your hesitation, he decides to help you out.

“Y/N,” he murmurs, standing up and kissing you sweetly.

For a second you forget about everything else, and you melt into the kiss, but when Jimin’s hands reach between your bodies and he quickly undoes his belt buckle, you find your own hands eagerly helping him to pull off his pants.

Swallowing thickly, you step back as your eyes roam his legs, and you clench over nothing when you see the bulge of his semi-erect dick through his boxers, and his thighs.

As though hypnotized by them, you push Jimin back down, and hold his shoulders as you meet his gaze.

He smirks, proudly. “Come on, baby.”

Leaning forward, you kiss him as you straddle one of his legs, and then Jimin’s hands are on your hips, guiding you to sit on his thigh.

Jimin groans in pleasure into your mouth, pulling back to roll your hips against him. “I can already feel you’re soaking, Y/N,” he mutters, staring at you through half lidded eyes. “My baby’s getting all wet and ready for me, isn’t she?” He sucks at the skin around your nipple, biting when you moan in pleasure.

“Mhm,” you whimper, picking up the pace you’re riding his thigh. Your panties are giving more friction and as you continue grinding your clit against his firm muscles, you feel hotter with pressure building in your core.

Jimin cups your breast as his lips close around your nipple, and you feel a rush of pleasure shoot through you as he uses his tongue to toy with you.

“Oh shit, Jimin,” you whine, rocking your hips desperately against him.

He moans softly, as one of his hands lands on his boxers. Before he can do anything, you replace his hand with yours and begin palming him through his boxers.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, looking up at you.

Lowering your head, the movement of your hips slow down as you kiss him feverishly, your hands continuing to stroke him over the fabric.

Hearing Jimin’s low moans turn you on even more, and as he bites on your lower lip, you slip your hand past his boxers and feel his warm, wet length against your palm.

Lips brushing his, you grope his balls as you work your hips on his thigh again, and Jimin stares at you in a lusty haze.

Kissing you once on the lips, Jimin returns his lips to your other nipple and sucks, tugging the perky bud with his teeth before licking over you.

Both of you moan breathily as you pleasure one another, and when your hand begins faltering and you drop your head to Jimin’s shoulder, he sucks harder, coaxing you on as he squeezes your ass.

“Is my beautiful princess gonna come for me?” he whispers huskily against your lips.

Nodding hurriedly, you whimper quietly as you pull your hand from his boxers and circle your arm around his neck.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Jimin murmurs, “I want you to come on me, you’re making me feel so good right now, baby.”

“I’m gonna come,” you whisper, eyes pressed shut.

Keeping a hand on your ass to keep you moving, Jimin holds your face and brings you closer to him.

“Look at me when you come, baby,” he says huskily, biting his lip as you open your eyes. And the look in his eyes has your high approaching that much faster, and when your orgasm ripples through your body, Jimin keeps a firm hand on your face, watching you come as you get off on his thigh.

Hips stuttering, you whine quietly as you slowly become sensitive, but still, you can’t take your eyes off Jimin.

His pupils are blown out just from watching you come, and his cock is straining hard through his boxers, begging to be relieved.

“How’re you so fucking hot?” Jimin mutters breathlessly, grasping your hips and rolling you onto the bed towards the pillows.

You smile shyly, feeling flushed. “Thanks,” you say quietly, stroking a few strands out of his face as he hovers over your side.

“Anytime, baby, that was enjoyable for me too,” he grins, taking your hand and kissing it before kissing your lips.

He keeps it slow at first, hands caressing your skin gently as your body recovers from your first orgasm, but as you feel his bulge pressing into your thigh, you boldly push him back and swing a leg over his hips.

“Fuck,” he mutters as you bury your head in his neck and kiss him softly. His hands trail up your body, all while you shower him with love, moving down his body where you can etch your own affection into his skin.

He exhales shakily as you suck at his skin below his collar bone, and you move lower towards his nipple with each hickey. Reaching his nipple, you flick your tongue back and forth a few times, and shimmy your ass back so you’re sitting on his erection.

“Shit,” Jimin hisses, looking at you dazedly as you slowly grind yourself against his cock.

You lick and bite his nipples, sitting back up to admire the marks you’ve left on his chest. Gliding your hands across his chest, you lean down and kiss each one softly — a move which has Jimin’s heart soaring with affection for you.

As you kiss the last few, Jimin winds his arms around your torso which makes you smile contentedly, feeling safe and happy in his arms.

“I love you,” you whisper, lips brushing against his skin as you kiss the purple bruise before mapping a path between each one, and with every kiss, you whisper again, “I love you… I love you… I love you.”

Jimin pulls you up, cupping your cheek in his hand as he stares at you earnestly. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. I love you,” he murmurs. “So damn much.”

Your heart swells with a thousand emotions, and you feel yourself tearing up at his words. But before you let any tears fall, Jimin kisses you ardently, making up for all the times he had to hold back.

But he won’t hold back now. He’ll love you freely like he wants to. Like you deserve.

Sitting up, he pushes you back into the mattress, his hand stroking your sides before he hooks his thumb into your underwear and pulls this down. As he takes them off from around your ankles, he sighs softly, discarding them carelessly to the floor before lowering your legs to the bed.

You feel shy, hesitant to be completely naked in front of him, but then Jimin gently holds one of your ankles and kisses you, slowly working his way up your leg. His hands, his warm touch, his lips, they have a way of putting you at ease, and when he lowers himself to the bed and spreads your thighs apart, you easily comply.

“My pretty princess,” he purrs, kissing your folds softly before dragging a digit along your wet sex. “I love you.” He places a kiss on your inner thigh, and then spreads your lips apart, and without hesitation, he starts licking around your clit.

“Oh, Ji-jimin,” you whimper, your back already arching off the bed.

“Fuck, my jagi’s so sweet,” Jimin groans quietly, hooking his arms around your thighs as he begins sucking on your sensitive bud.

And within minutes, you’re a writhing mess on the sheets, your fingers tugging at Jimin’s hair as he eats you out, switching between teasing your clit, and then fucking you with his tongue while his thumb rolls over your throbbing bud.

“Jimin,” you gasp, heels digging into his back. “Please, I want you, now.”

Jimin breathes against your sex, his wet lips kissing your skin everywhere. “You want me inside of you, Y/N?”

“Yes, Jimin,” you whimper, your hips bucking upwards desperately as he ascends your body. “I want you to come inside of me, please.”

“Anything for you, baby,” Jimin mutters, desperate to get inside of you himself. He kisses you on the lips before sitting back to pull off his boxers.

You sit up with him, watching as he removes them and he’s left kneeling on the bed, naked in front of you.

“Fuck,” you mutter, almost mesmerised by his cock — thick, pink and pretty as it stands erect, his shaft glistening with pre-cum, some of it having been spread by you earlier.

“Come here,” he says softly, taking your arms and kissing you tenderly.

But it doesn’t last long, not with you both naked in bed together.

As you feel his wet erection against you, you moan and press your body into his, your fingers curling in his hair.

Jimin kisses you feverishly, his tongue moving in bold strokes, arousing you even more as you feel his hard nipples against your own breasts.

Slowly, Jimin pulls back, eyes roaming your face. His hand slowly travels down your back, his fingers, feather light against your skin trace the curve of your spine.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this for,” he murmurs as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Show me,” you whisper, meeting his gaze.

Jimin gazes at you with half-lidded eyes, clouded with lust, and he locks lips with you as he lowers you to the bed. He starts off slow, hands tenderly caressing your skin all over, but soon you both become desperate to have one another, and every touch holds an urgency, an eagerness.

Rolling your hips, you moan when his cock rubs against your clit, and Jimin pushes back onto his hands and looks down at you.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby.”

Smiling, you hold onto his back and nod.

Jimin reaches down for his cock, taking this into his hand he pumps a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. Dropping to an elbow, he holds you as he slowly pushes into you, watching carefully for any signs of discomfort.

Although it’s been a long time for you, there’s more pleasure than pain, especially knowing it’s Jimin you’re with right now.

“Oh,” you breathe out once his hips are nestled snugly against yours. You feel full—whole with him inside of you.

He breathes heavily, looking down between your bodies before looking back at you. “You good?”

“Mhm, please move, baby.”

Jimin doesn’t wait to be told twice, and he pulls out, inch by inch, watching as you react to every move of his, and when he thrusts back into you, both of you moan, feeling exhilarated. And each time your moans grow louder, as the pleasure builds up again, this time far more intense than your last orgasm.

Feeling his orgasm grow closer, Jimin grasps one of your legs, putting this over his shoulder before doing the same with the other one, and when he thrusts again, he hits the perfect spot, making you gasp loudly as your euphoria begins to escalate.

As your high approaches, you grip Jimin’s arms tightly, and when he kisses your leg tenderly before a harsh thrust, it’s enough for you to go hurtling over the edge.

Pleasure courses through your body, enlightening your senses and the sight of you coming undone is all it takes for Jimin to follow suit, riding out his high to the sweet sounds of you moaning his name.

Breathing heavily in post-orgasmic bliss, Jimin lowers himself to his forearms, burying his face in your neck.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and you turn to kiss his head, feeling the happiest you’ve felt in a long time. And when Jimin moves in to kiss your forehead, you know that regardless of what the future holds, you will never regret this moment.

“You good?” he asks.

“Never been better,” you smile, pulling him in for a slow kiss before he carefully pulls out and grabs some tissues from the nightstand to clean himself off, then quickly before turning his attention to you.

Jimin delicately wipes between your legs, kissing you every so often with a happy smile while he savours the memories of his first night with you — one he knows he’ll cherish forever.

You smile at the sight of him, and you’re already excited to cuddle up beside him in bed.

When he’s done, he grabs a clean pair of boxers for himself and one of his tops for you.

“Thanks,” you grin, pulling the tee overhead.

Jimin smiles as your hair falls in front of your face messily, and can’t resist pulling you in for a hug.

“What’s this for?” you ask quietly, bringing your arms around his back.

“For letting me love you,” he murmurs, promising to himself he’ll do everything to make you happy.

Smiling to yourself, you hug him a little tighter, blocking out the rest of the world that threatens your happiness, here in his arms.

Eventually, you both pull apart to get up to wash off for the night.

When you’re done, you head out of the bathroom and back towards Jimin’s room, and when you walk in to see him sitting in bed waiting for you with the covers pushed back, you’re swarmed with a warmth and comfort that blooms even further when he beams as you skip over to him.

“Do you need anything?” he asks, pulling you into his side and bringing the sheets back over you.

You hum quietly, shaking your head against his chest. “I have everything I need right here,” you murmur, tightening your arm around his waist.

Jimin sighs softly, kissing the crown of your head. “I’m so happy you’re with me, Y/N,” he says quietly.

“Me too,” you whisper, closing your eyes as your palm rests on his chest, and you focus on the steady beating of his heart.

Holding you close, Jimin feels euphoric, finally having you here with him. The sweet smell of you, the warmth you give him, the feeling of your fingertips tracing his chest lightly — he loves it all and he can’t wait to spend many more mornings like this with you.

He hopes he can…

Jimin remembers that his dad must’ve spoken to you about him, his responsibilities, and Jimin knows he needs to talk to you about it properly — he doesn’t want to leave you in the dark at all, so he will speak to you.

But with you in his arms right now, he doesn’t want to bring it up in case it makes you upset and spoils this perfect moment, so he decides he’ll talk to you tomorrow.

But one thing he knows for sure, is as long as you’re happy with him, he won’t let you go. Not for anything, nor anyone.

A/N: thank you for reading! <3 please let me know how you found it :)

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Pumpkin Eater

*requested by anonymous *hey bebs 💕 could you write something where chris cheated on the reader and he sees her with sebastian and gets jealous 🥺 *in which y/n and chris were engaged to be married in 7 months, but she caught him cheating. leaving her homeless, her friend sebastian let her stay with him. *warning: angst, cheating, mentions of sex, drinking, fluff *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

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this is going to be a series!!

“oh my fucking god” you breathed and dropped your bags, the door hitting the wall catching the attention of chris and the girl on top of him. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me” they both scrambled and she got her clothes on fast, running out the door.

chris wrapped himself in the blanket, shaking his head and putting his hand up. "yn, i promise, this wasn't supposed to happen"

"oh bullshit, chris! did you think i wouldn't find out? my god, chris, we're fucking engaged!" you ran your fingers through your hair, chris still tightening the blanket around his waist. "4 years. 4 years down the drain, for what? for some fun?" your lip quivered and you shook your head.

"yn, please, i can explain" you scoff, running your tongue over your lips as you shift your weight to one leg with your arms across your chest as you looked at him.

"you can explain what? you cheated! there's no fucking excuse!" you exclaim, grabbing a bag from the closet and shoving random articles of clothes in it, as well as the ones you just bought.

"where are you going? no, please don't leave" chris begged and grabbed your wrist, and you chuckle as you ripped it out of his grip.

"if you don't want me to leave, you shouldn't have cheated and had some random girl riding your dick. i'm calling off the wedding" you threw the ring at his chest and slammed the bedroom door behind you. you shoved the bag into the back of your car, starting your car and gripping the steering wheel. you squeezed your eyes shut and leaned your forehead onto the wheel, your shoulders shaking as you sob.

your phone started to ring and you took a deep breath, sniffling and taking a few breaths before answering it. your elbow leaned against the door, eyes closed with your fingers against your forehead. "hey yn!" sebastian beamed over the phone and you smile softly, feeling a little better to hear how happy he sounded.

"you called at literally the best time. is it alright if i come over?"

"sure! door's unlocked, i've got drinks in the fridge, i'll see you soon then!" you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, putting it away and blasting music as you drove off to sebastian's.

30 minutes later you pulled into sebastian's driveway and turned down the music before shutting off your car. you grabbed your bag and took a breath before sulking over to his door. you knocked softly and tapped your toes together as you waited for sebastian to open the door. you heard his footsteps and the door swung open, your puffy eyes meeting his sweet, bright smile.

"hey doll! oh no, why are you sad?" your lip quivered after the question and you let out a sob, sebastian catching you as you fell into him, he scrunches his eyebrows confused and wraps his arms around you.

"i-i caught him in bed-" sebastian shushed you softly and held your head, bringing you and your bag inside his house.

"you don't have to tell me anything until you're ready, okay? i'll be here to listen. for now, i'll just hold you until you have no more tears" he smiled and kissed your head, the both of you sitting on the couch. he put your legs over his lap, comforting you. you hiccuped once you stopped crying, playing with the hem of sebastian's shirt.

"he was in bed.. with that bitch i asked about a couple months ago" you sighed and sebastian scoffed, shaking his head.

"what did he say before? when you asked about her before" sebastian rubbed your arm and you laughed.

"an old hometown friend who moved to california. and i believed it, even though i met all his friends from home"

"what an asshole, you don't deserve that" sebastian whispered and kissed your forehead, making you smile.

"and.. with me being over here now, if it's not any incon-"

"yes, you are more than welcome to stay. my guest bedroom is finally finished" you smile and hug him tightly, sebastian rubbing your back. "love you yn"

"love you more, seb, thank you" you whisper and snuggle your cheek into his shoulder.

the next day sebastian helped you pack your things from the house you and chris shared. you guys put some boxes in storage and some boxes to sebastian's house. chris came back to the house as you closed the trunk of your car.

"yn? hey, please listen to me" chris begged and and you clicked your seatbelt in the passenger seat.

"she's not talking to you right now. you hurt her, very bad, chris" sebastian glared, backing up and getting into the driver's seat. chris yelled things about you getting with sebastian as payback but it was muffled. sebastian reached over and grabbed your thigh and you shook your head as you placed your hand on top of his.

"i told myself i wouldn't cry about it anymore.. but i can't help it" you sniffled and at a red light, sebastian wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"you're allowed to be sad, yn. it's your choice how long you want to be sad, no one else's, okay?" he whispered and you nodded, kissing his palm and you widened your eyes.

"sebastian, i didn't mean to do that" you rambled on and he chuckled, holding your wrists and kissing each knuckle and your palms. "oh" you sighed, dropping your shoulders and sebastian looked up at you through his eyelashes.

"see? don't be sorry, it's comforting" he smiled and you nodded slowly, licking your lips. "you want to go somewhere to eat?" you nodded and he sat the right way again. luckily there was no one behind you two because you sat through a green light. the light turned green again and he took off, heading to the place you wanted to eat before heading to his house.

sebastian pulled into his driveway and opened your door for you. you think him as he takes your hand into the house. "are there any.. house rules?"

"uhm.. food is free reign, bathroom upstairs, the guest room is right across from- what's wrong?" you rubbed your arm and shrugged, looking around the house then meeting sebastian's eyes.

"i didn't mean to make your life any more crazy" you apologize to him and stare at your toes.

"hey, look at me" sebastian said but you refused. he held your chin softly and tilted your face up to look at him. "you could never be a burden to me, i promise. i've always wanted a roommate who wasn't crazy"

"well.. i'm pretty crazy now" you smiled and he laughed, shaking his head.

"no, definitely not. chris is crazy for cheating on an amazing, smart, sexy girl like you" he grinned and your cheeks felt hot. "there's that shy smile"

"you think i'm sexy?" i whisper, stepping a little closer to sebastian.

"who wouldn't?" he whispered back, his mouth inches from yours. "goodnight yn"

"goodnight seb" he kissed your forehead and headed to his room. you sighed contently with a smile on your face, heading to the guest room. it was still scattered with some boxes, the closet half filled with clothes and the dresser topped with a mirror and a tv.

you got ready for bed and cuddled tight under the sheets, deleting the new texts you got from chris about the cheating, about sebastian, about everything. you went on social media, which is a bad idea after a break up. 'chris evans' was trending, and it was filled with thousand of tweets about the break up. your chest felt heavy and it felt like your throat was closing. "seb..seb.." you ripped the blankets off of you and you knocked on his door frantically.

"come in" you swung the door open and he dropped his clothes in his hamper. "what's wrong, doll?"

"they're a-all talking about it" you cried in choppy breaths, sebastian's eyebrows furrowing. you handed him your phone and he scrolled through the tweets, shaking his head and putting your phone next to his on the nightstand. "h..how did they find out?! i didn't post anything, remove any pictures, or say anything about you. how is it out?!"

"apparently he let it slip in an interview. plus i guess he confided in the wrong person and they told the press" sebastian rubbed your back and you let out a soft cry, falling into him. "you're going on a social media detox. i'm going to take your phone for a couple days and we're going to enjoy the world, okay?" you nod and sniffle, nodding and wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

"i'm sorry for dumping all of this on you" you said softly and you looked up at him.

"never apologize for your feelings" he whisper and i nodded, leaning forward and kissing his chest.

"thank you seb" your tone was soft as you leaned back against his bed. sebastian was still processing the kiss to his chest you left, a soft smirk playing on his lips. it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, and sebastian didn't want to move you. he pulled the blankets over the two of you, kissing your forehead before shutting off the side lamp and falling asleep with an arm draped over you.

you woke up the next day with your arms wrapped around sebastian's arm. your eyes felt heavy and puffy, but you didn't want to move out of your very comfortable spot. you watched sebastian chest rise up and down slowly with every breath he took, his arm tucked under his head with his face turned away from yours.

you never really looked at sebastian, but you were glad you were getting the chance to right now. he shifted and you panicked, closing your eyes again to pretend you were sleeping. you heard him sigh and felt his bicep flex, and it was so hard to bite back your smile and grip it in your hands.

sebastian slowly pulled his arm away from your grip and pushed your hair out of your face before he got out of bed. sebastian headed into his bathroom and locked the door, your eyes shooting open. your arms pushed up the soft sheets as you stretched your limbs. you reached over for your phone, seeing a lot of missed calls, texts and notifications from almost every social media app you had.

sebastian's phone vibrated and you jumped when you heard the water turn on in the shower, sebastian badly singing as he showered. you sighed and peeked at his screen, seeing a lot of texts from chris.

"this is crazy" you sighed, placing a pillow over your face and wanting to scream. you had almost fallen asleep again before you heard the water shut off. you took the pillow off of your face and pretended to just be waking up as he came out of the bathroom.

"well, good morning roomie" sebastian smiled and you sat up, gasping softly with wide eyes as you noticed sebastian dripping in water with his towel loosely tied around his waist.

“good morning. i didn’t mean to take up your bed last night. all that crying just really took it out of me"

“no problem, i understand. my bed is big enough for the both of us. no bother” he smiled and took another towel to dry his hair. you brushed your hair out of your face and sighed.

"uhm, i'm gonna go shower. probably unpack too. you can come help if you want" you started to walk towards his door but you heard him whistle. you tighten your face and turn around slowly, sebastian's hand on his hip with the other out palm facing up.

"i seem to remember there were 2 phones on my nightstand, and now there's only one. give it here" you grunt and slightly stomp as you slapped the phone in his hand. "this is for your own sake, it's to better you and your mind!" sebastian smiled and you rolled your eyes, trying to pretend that you were mad at sebastian but you couldn't help the corners of your mouth curling up.

"yeah, yeah. whatever" you push his shoulder and he laughs. "i'll be in my room, then i'm gonna shower"

"okay. and hey," you turned around in his door frame, your hand on the wood as you looked over your shoulder to sebastian. "you and me"

you smile, nodding softly. "you and me, seb"

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Requests: Analogince where they’re human and also single dads? And they all meet because their kids fought and got called to the principals office

Virgil's POV

Upsides to being a single father to a child with ADHD: you got to raise a beautiful, special boy with a sharp mind. You got to teach him all the coping mechanisms you'd painstakingly learned over the years to cope with his condition and watch as he lit up over the things that brought him joy. You got to watch as he zipped from topic to topic, brighter than the sun, mind racing at a million miles an hour. You got to be the first person to hear about his beautifully creative ideas. You got to have a reason for living, all yours and wonderful, that you didn't have to share with anyone else.

Downsides to being a single father to a child with ADHD: you had no one else to pass the buck to when he got in trouble at school.

"It'll be fine," I chanted to myself for the billionth time as I turned off the ignition and unbuckled myself, gripping the steering wheel and forcing deep, measured breaths. "It'll be fine. He probably won't get expelled for this. This is his first fight and you don't even know why he got into a fight. You didn't raise a bully, so he was probably defending himself or another kid." Terror clasped me around the throat and squeezed. "But what if you did raise a bully and you didn't realize it, and now you've sentenced your son to a life of crime trying to make up for the hole in his heart where his father should have loved him oh God I broke my son!"

Immediately, my therapist's voice spoke up in my mind. You're catastrophizing again, he said in that obnoxiously aware, gentle way of his. Calm down. Take it one step at a time.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, focusing on the feeling of my stomach and then my chest expanding with air. I let it out through pursed lips, a quiet whistle in the exhale.

I'd played through scenarios like this a million times in my mind. The second Cassie told me, five months pregnant with tears streaming down her cheeks, that she didn't want the baby, I'd prepared myself for any possibility. I'd created contingency plans and contingency plans for my contingency plans, because I knew how much harsher the world would be on him. With a grandparent, his biological mother, and me all with ADHD, there hadn't been any doubt Drew would get it, too, and I'd prepared for that. I'd prepared for the possibility that poor grades and emotional dysregulation would put him on the back foot and even get him expelled. I'd taught him all the coping mechanisms I could. I'd tried to show him as much love and patience as I could muster, and I'd show him the same now. We'd get through this. We would make it through this.

I nodded, resolute, even as doubt and worry niggled at the back of my mind. I'd raised Drew alone, without any support from my parents or Cassie, working a call center job that barely paid enough to live off of. I'd demanded a child psychiatrist the second Drew started displaying symptoms and beat the system for the help he deserved. I'd beat the system for the help I deserved. I was a badass. I was a badass.

I got out of the car.

The two people at the front desk--a woman with strawberry blonde hair and a baby-faced guy--looked over, presumably torn from their conversation, when I walked through the door. The woman swiveled her chair to face me with a friendly smile. "Hello there," she said. "How may I help you?"

I forced myself to look her in the eyes and strained through a smile. If you act like a weirdo, it'll just make things worse for Drew. "Hey," I said. "I'm, uh...Drew Griffith's father. You called me and--"

"Oh!" She gestured to the side, at a door that read: PRINCIPAL MOROZOV. "He's in there."

I looked over and gulped, staring in fear at the door. "Say, uh..." I smiled at the woman as politely as I could. "You wouldn't happen to know the correct social etiquette for talking to the principal after your son gets into a fight at school, would you?"

She gave me a funny look. "Huh?"

"Never mind." I hung my head in defeat and commenced the walk of dread to the front door of the office. The wall facing me was all glass, which meant I could see inside. Two adults, one natural-haired in a polo shirt with his arm around one of the kids in the chair beside him and the other behind a desk, looking stern. I couldn't see the other two kids or any other adults.

And then Principal Morozov spotted me through the glass and shit, I was out of time.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. "Sorry it took me so long," I said, hoping that was the right thing to say. "It was hard getting off work."

"It's all right," Principal Morozov said. "We haven't even reached Mr. Accardo yet."

"Hey, Dad," came the halfhearted voice of Drew, hidden behind a chair too big for him, especially when he slumped in it like that.

I peered over the top and smiled at him softly. "What the heck, kid?" I asked.

"He called Patton a freak." Drew pointed at the kid in the middle, with a busted nose and--oh God.

He had scattered burn marks across the right side of his face, with two differently-colored eyes and a scowl.

"So of course you had to beat me up," the kid sneers. "Because that's a perfectly rational, healthy thing to do."

The third kid--Patton, I presumed--bounced in his seat, humming in distress. His father, a man wearing glasses and a polo shirt with a tie, rubbed his back.

"I don't see why my son has to be here," the other father said, looking at Principal Morozov. "He didn't do anything."

“Patton sits alone at lunch time and doesn’t have any friends,” the principal said. “We think if he tried to get along with his peers better, he’d have a happier time here.”

“Or, you know, you could make an effort to teach your students not to bully kids who are different from them,” I grumbled.

“What was that, Mr. Griffiths?”

I hesitated, glancing up at Principal Morozov, then back at Drew. On one hand, I wanted to lead by example: teach Drew that it was okay to stand up to authority for what he believed. On the other, sometimes, you had to pay lip-service to authority just to stay out of trouble. It was a lesson no child had the mental capacities to understand, but I supposed I’d have to do my best to teach him, because if I gave Principal Morozov cheek, he might expel Drew.

“Nothing, sir,” I said, feeling like a child cowering beneath the glare of my teachers again. I prepared to search for the bullshit in the story I was about to get fed and asked, “What happens now?”

"I'd prefer to wait for Mr. Accardo," the principal said.

"Roman teaches at a high school," the bully grumbled, slouched over with a glare fixated on the desk. "He's probably in the middle of class."

"Then you're going to have to stay after school to address this," Principal Morozov told him sternly.

"Whatever."

I had a very bad feeling about that kid. The scars on his face told a frightening story. He could just as easily be bullied for those as Drew got bullied for his ADHD and Patton for being a loner, which probably meant he turned that abuse outward and attacked others for their perceived differences in a never-ending cycle of abuse.

What? I could be bad at people and have a special interest in human psychology. Those two things were not mutually exclusive.

Suddenly, the door banged open. I jumped out of my skin, clamping a hand over my chest and struggling to breathe levelly, eyes crushed shut and body frozen. Then I heard the babbling.

"I'm sorry!" The principal's door opened. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. The kids were in the middle of rehearsal and--Janus, what happened? I'm so sorry, Mr. Morozov." A frazzled man with warm skin rushed inside and sat down next to the bully--Janus--hastily hugging him and turning his attention to the principal.

I frowned at the scene. I withheld judgment and looked at Principal Morozov as he said, "All right. Now that you're all here, there are going to be some serious consequences to what happened today."

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"I can't believe you let him give me detention!" Drew whined. "Janus deserved to get punched!"

"And you deserve to die abandoned and unloved in a ditch, steeping in your own feces," Janus snapped.

"Janus," his father, Roman, said firmly, kneeling down and taking him by the shoulders. Janus tried to turn away from him, but Roman lightly shook him and made him meet his eyes. He softened. "I know how much you're hurting, but a hero never redirects his pain onto others. There are other ways."

"What if I don't want to be a hero?" Janus snapped. "What if I want to be the bad guy?"

"I don't believe that," Roman said gently, adjusting his bangs. "I don't think you do, either."

Janus turned from him sharply, crossing his arms and glaring at the asphalt. He sniffled.

Drew glanced up at me in confusion and I rubbed his back. "Sometimes," I said gently, "when people are hurting, they deal with that by hurting other people."

"That's stupid," Drew said with the blunt confidence of a ten-year-old.

"Maybe a little," I agreed, "but humans aren't always logical." Drew wrinkled his nose. "I know. It's so annoying, but it's true. You're not always logical, either. Remember when you burst out crying because your pencil broke?"

"Dad!" Drew turned bright red.

Roman chuckled. "So." He stood up and crossed his arms. "You're the little rascal who dared challenge Janus to a duel for--Patton, right?" He looked at Mr. Davis--or Logan, as he'd introduced himself--who nodded. "You're the rascal who challenged Janus to a duel for Patton's honor," Roman finished.

"He was being an asshole," Drew protested.

"I'd say it's not my fault he uses that language," I said through a wince, "but it's definitely my fault he uses that language."

"I'm the same way with Janus, don't worry." Roman chuckled--a low, rumbly sound. He turned back to Drew. "You're got a paladin's heart and a temper. I was a lot like you when I was a kid."

Drew snorted. "You think you're cute, don't you?"

"He's always like this," Janus said, shoving in front of Roman. "He thinks it's so inspiring to talk about heroes all the time, like fairy tales are the best thing ever."

"That's gotta be annoying," Drew said, wrinkling his nose.

"It is." Janus stopped and scowled. "Don't relate to me!"

"Ew! You're a jerk! Get away from me!"

I exchanged a fond, exasperated look with Roman, who chuckled and squeezed Janus' shoulder. "Hey," he said, "maybe, if you apologized, you could have a friend."

"I don't want to apologize."

"So you'd rather another kid think you're a horrible person!"

Janus hesitated a moment before straightened his back. "Yes."

"I don't believe that."

I glanced over at Logan and saw that he was busy talking to Patton, kneeling on the ground and smoothing his hands over his shoulders in measured strokes. It seemed to soothe Patton. I looked at Drew.

"You know how it sometimes hurts you when you think about your Aunt Cassie?" I said softly, pulling him into my side as the shadow washed over his face.

"He called Patton a freak, Dad," Drew argued. "He's not even really my friend, but he's not a freak. He's just...different. Like me."

"I know, kiddo," I said, squeezing him against my side. "You don't have to give him a chance. He hasn't asked forgiveness, and you wouldn't owe him one even if you did. I just know you don't like to see people struggling alone."

Drew hesitated.

I looked over at Logan. "How's Patton?"

Logan glanced back at me, then looked at Patton. "Do you want to answer?"

Patton hesitated.

"It's okay," I said, not looking at his face. Patton hadn't made eye contact with a single person, including his father, since I'd met him. He clearly had more trouble with it than I did, and I wasn't always a huge fan. "I'm autistic, too."

Patton immediately perked up. "Really?"

"Yeah." I smiled, looking over the top of his head. I looked at Drew. "Can I tell him about you?"

"I'm ADHD," Drew told him, turning to him. "I got diagnosed last year."

"Oh cool!" Patton flapped his hands at his sides and bounced eagerly. "I don't, I don't think, because I'm actually pretty good at focusing most of the time and I have a really good memory, but Dad says autism and ADHD are really close together. It's really nice to meet someone else! I don't have many friends."

"Well, I guess you have me," Drew said. "I didn't get in trouble defending you for nothing."

Patton squealed and continued stimming enthusiastically. Drew offered a hug, which Patton considered for a long moment before accepting.

Logan smiled softly at the exchange and looked over to me. "You've raised a very kind son."

"More than half of it is all him," I said. "I do the best I can, but...I'm just one person. He's probably gonna hate me once he's a teenager."

"Nuh-uh!" Drew objected, charging over to embrace me around the middle. I smiled and hugged him close, squeezing him as tight as was safe. He grunted.

I caught Janus staring at us. I couldn't read his expression. He was glaring, but I had a feeling it wasn't anger. But clearly, Roman did understand it, because he knelt down and hugged him close, even when he tried to push him away. He just held fast. I thought for sure Janus would react badly--he hadn't wanted to be held, what was wrong with Roman?--but then he slowly relaxed and leaned against him. I still couldn't read him very well, but that...didn't look particularly resigned.

"You know," Roman said, pulling back after a long while, "I bet Drew and Patton would be willing to forgive you if you really, really earnestly apologized."

Janus shoved away from him, crossing his arms and glaring at the ground. "I don't want to apologize."

Roman sighed heavily, and Drew whirled on him. "You're such a freaking jerk!" he screamed. "What's wrong with you? Why do you have to be a jerk to everyone? I tried to be your friend and you just spit on me!"

"I don't want your pity!"

"It wasn't pity!"

"It's always pity!" Janus screeched. "You think I don't know what these scars make me? You think I don't know I'm a freak? If the fire didn't teach me that, then my parents sure did! I'm nothing! The only reason anyone would be nice to me is pity and I don't want anyone's pity! I just want to be left alone!"

Janus turned and ran. Roman chased after him frantically, never sparing Logan or I a glance.

Drew and Patton stood stunned. Drew looked at Patton, who stared at his forehead. "Well..." he said. "What the heck am I supposed to do now?"

Patton ran in the direction of Janus.

At that point, about the only thing for Drew and I to do was chase after his new friend, hot on the heels of his father.

We found Patton with his backpack unzipped, standing beside Janus' car door, already buckled in with Roman partway into the driver's seat, holding out a picture of a flower.

"It's ivy," Patton said. "It means friendship."

Janus stared at him through the window, unmoving. Patton, to my shock, held his gaze for one, two moments and then averted his eyes. Logan hurried over to hold him, clearly expecting Janus to reject him again.

Janus opened the car door. "Why would you want to be my friend?"

"He didn't say he wanted to be your friend," Drew sneered. "He just said it meant friendship, dummy."

"Drew," I chided softly, and he recoiled into my side.

"Because it's nice to know I'm not the only one who can't make any friends," Patton said. "I like having other friends who are special."

"I'm not special," Janus snapped.

"Dad says that being different is always special, because different people have discovered some of the coolest, prettiest things ever."

"It's true," Logan said. "Albert Einstein, Hans Christian Anderson, and Michelangelo. were all autistic."

"See?" Patton bounced and beamed at Janus. "So maybe we can all be different and special together and do really cool things one day! Like the three Musketeers."

Janus considered strongly. "I'm Athos."

"You can be whoever you want to be!" Patton said earnestly. "Then we can all have lots of musketcheer."

Drew, Roman and I choked on a laugh. Logan shook his head fondly. "He watches one sitcom that likes puns and he suddenly won't stop," he said.

Even Janus cracked a small smile. He accepted the paper. "Fine," he said. "We can have musketcheer."

Drew pouted. "Does this mean I'm your friend now?"

"Yes," Patton said firmly, looking at him.

Drew jumped, looking fearfully at Patton, who somehow managed to look intimidating while also avoiding eye contact. He looked up at me. "What have I done?" he asked.

"Made friends." I rubbed his back. I looked around. "We should probably get all these guys home. They've had a long day, and school will be letting out soon."

"I guess now that all our kids are friends, I'll be seeing more of you," Roman said to both Logan and me.

Logan hummed. "I presume so. Patton does not own a phone of his own. I can give you my number if your children wish to contact him?"

"I hate to say it, but you should probably get him his own phone," I said. "It's dangerous not to have one. If I ever lost sight of Drew...I'd rather he have a phone."

Logan considered this. "I suppose you have a point. Nevertheless, for the moment, you'll have to go through me to reach Patton."

"Don't have to ask me twice. Here." Roman accepted Logan's phone and typed in Janus' number, then passing it to Drew, who stared at it for a moment.

I recited his number to him and he punched it in. "Don't worry, kid," I said. "One day, you're going to have to tell so many doctors your number that it's going to be emblazoned on your brain."

After all numbers had been exchanged, I shook Logan's and Roman's hands goodbye and let Patton and Drew embrace again. Janus stayed stubbornly in his seat, refusing any sort of affection, which kind of concerned me, but then Roman whispered, "This is the most receptive he's been since I started fostering him."

I nodded and smiled, leading Drew back toward the car. He looked at me. "I guess I have friends now."

I glanced back toward Roman's car as it drove away and caught Logan's eye as he loaded into his own. He smiled at me.

"Yeah," I said. "I think I might have, too."

#sanders sides human au #analogince #ts virgil #ts roman #ts logan #ts sides #sanders sides #ts patton #ts janus #adhd virgil #autistic logan #trans virgil #autistic virgil #kid patton #kid janus #kid oc #virgil being trans has nothing to do with the fic #it is just important to me that you know there is no such thing as a cis virgil when i'm writing him in a human AU #this mostly turned into janus angst hour #he's very young and very little and needs much therapy #i tried to write the actual chat with the principal and it did not work well #so the principal is a caricature on which i'm projecting all of my neurodiverse school troubles with authority figures onto #i did not have a fun time in school #yes most of these characters are neurodiverse #i'm not PROJECTING or anything #why ever would you think something silly like that #one ask down #many more to go #caffeine save my soul

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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The Start of Something Great

Outlaws x Tamaranean!Reader

Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Violence and Past Abuse

Author's Note: So this is technically the start of all those One-Shots with the T!Reader. In order, they are the one you're reading right now, then this one, this one, and this one. Enjoy! -Thorne

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She watched the group socialize from her position in the corner; she’d never been out and open like Kori was. She’d always preferred to watch in silence, to observe…the years she spent captive, formed her mindset of watching and waiting for moments of weakness. Speaking of Kori, she watched her step into the room with Dick; their hands tightly clasped together.

Fighting a laugh, she glanced out the window, turning her attention to the waves as they crashed against the rocks below the tower. She wondered why she was here. She wasn’t a part of the Titans…not really. Her animosity towards leniency on justice put her at odds with just about everyone within the group, and especially the Justice League. Well, except for Diana; the Amazon was the only one who truly understood her reasoning.

But as for letting criminals go free? It didn’t happen. Rarely ever, did (Y/N) allow a criminal to walk away from her, and her mind drifted to the memory of her first mission with the Titans.

***

She stepped out of the smoldering hole in the warehouse wall and strode to the criminal crawling from her. Placing her foot square between his pelvis and spine, she stepped down with all her strength and listened to his spine crack under the strain. He let out a bloodcurdling scream and she rolled him over with her foot, glaring down at him, watching as he begged.

“Please!”

A white hot star-bolt formed in her hand and she raised it, speaking coldly. “The women you assaulted and killed did not want to die either.”

The man began to cry as she flung the bolt, watching his body incinerate, and turn to ash; she turned and began walking away, ignoring the concerned look from her sister, and the angry looks from her teammates.

They hadn’t even gotten five feet into the tower when Dick was on her like a beast to a fresh kill. “What the hell was that, (Y/N)?”

She glowered, warning him darkly, “Watch how you speak to me, Richard. I am not Kori. And you should believe me when I tell you that what I feel for you is nothing short of loathing. And loathing is quick to turn deadly should I be pushed.” (Y/N) turned to leave when he moved in front of her again.

“It doesn’t matter what you feel! You owe us an explanation!” He shot back.

She barked a cold laugh. “I owe you nothing, least of all an explanation.”

“You murdered him!”

(Y/N) narrowed her gaze. “And the point you are trying to make is?”

Dick threw his hands into the air. “It was wrong!”

“Was what he did to those innocent women also wrong?” she countered and he all but recoiled.

“Of course! But that doesn’t—”

“But nothing. He was a despicable criminal, and he deserved to die for his crimes.” (Y/N) turned around and began walking to the door.

“We aren’t executioners, Kiyahnd’r.” Dick admonished.

She froze in her spot and glanced over her shoulder, her eyes frosty towards them. “Perhaps not you, Richard. But you were not raped and beaten repeatedly as a young child.” Her gaze narrowed. “My justice is absolute in the face people who do the same thing that was done to me and my sisters. Never forget that.”

***

(Y/N) blinked, dragging herself from the memory; it hadn’t been long after that, that she found herself tangled in combat with the Justice League. Apparently, she had held out against them far longer than anyone ever had, managing to overpower The Flash and Martian Manhunter. She had almost defeated Batman when Wonder Woman and Superman intervened, subduing her. That was a fun day for (Y/N), and she remembered how Batman had made her concede killing people…mostly anyway.

The years had been decent to her and she came to terms with her life, even branching out into modeling like Kori did. They ruled the runways. But the “lone wolf” style she’d developed while in captivity still ruled her, and she found it increasingly hard to keep continuing the team. They had all gathered in the room, and she rose from her seat.

Immediately, the talking stopped as everyone turned to stare at her; Dick smiled at her from his seat, Kori perched herself across his thighs. “You alright, (Y/N)?” She met his eyes before moving to the table and setting down a small metal piece. It clinked and their eyes moved to it, as Dick questioned, “What’s that?”

“You know what it is, Richard.”

He glanced over, looking at the item, and took in the realization of what it was. “Your key to the tower?”

(Y/N) nodded. “As of now, I formally relinquish my role as a Titan.” Ignoring the shocked gasps and stares, she continued. “I will be leaving at dusk.” (Y/N) made her way to the door. “Thank you…and goodbye.” She didn’t wait for their replies, moving to her bedroom.

She closed the door and sat beside the window, occasionally glancing at her packed bag. (Y/N) had money saved up over the years, from odd jobs to her professional modeling career worldwide and she still had big money rolling into her bank account from other various sources. She would be alright; she just needed to find a place to live on her own and thrive.

A knock tore her from her thoughts, and she turned to the door. “Enter.” In walked Kori and Dick, and she sighed knowingly. “Delivering the parting words?”

“Kiyahnd’r…are you sure you want to leave?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Very.”

They sat down on her bed, a couple feet away, and Dick leaned forward. “You don’t have to leave, (Y/N).”

“I am aware,” she noted. “but this is something that I want to do.”

“Why Kiyahnd’r?”

(Y/N)’s eyes flitted to Kori. “Because this is not where I belong.”

“Don’t say that, (Y/N). You—”

She raised a hand. “Do not try and cushion the blow, Richard.” She rose and stared out the window. “It has been plain to see all these years that you all will never trust me.” (Y/N) glanced at Dick. “Or accept me onto your team.”

Dick went silent, and Kori nudged him. “Say something.”

“What do you want me to say? She’s kinda right.”

“Dick!”

(Y/N) stopped Kori. “Do not be angry at him, Koriand’r. Richard is right.” She paused. “I am not you Koriand’r…I allow my past to define how I live my life.” Her eyes moved to her sister’s, and a hint of sorrow crossed her tone. “I cannot let go of our pasts. It will haunt me forever, and I need to find my own path…away from this place.”

The two of them went silent, then Dick said, “If you don’t have anywhere to go…Jason’s been in need of a partner lately.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “That moronic imbecile? Certainly not.”

Dick snickered as Kori sighed. “Jason is not stupid, sister.”

“Truly? There have been a few times where he has fooled me.”

Kori sighed again, as Dick rose from the bed, moving to (Y/N). “Look…I know you think I don’t like you—”

“You do not like me.”

Dick rolled his eyes and corrected, “Wrong, Miss Know-It-All. I happen to like you very much. In fact—”

(Y/N) cut him off, turning to Kori. “Be cautious sister, you apparently have competition for Richard’s affections.” Kori and (Y/N) giggled as Dick raised his hands in exasperation.

He marched to the door with them still raised. “I give up! I came in here to wish you goodbye and good luck, and this is what I receive!” He was almost out the door when (Y/N) pulled him back, spinning him around to pull him in for a brief but heartfelt hug.

She pulled away and glanced at him. “For all you have done for me…and for all the times you have tried to help me…thank you, Richard.”

He grinned up at her and squeezed her round her middle. “See…you love me after all.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up her bags. “Do not push it Dick. You still anger me.”

“You aren’t the first person to tell me that.” Dick shrugged.

She snorted and moved to the door, stopping and glancing at them. “And I most certainly will not be the last.”

***

The flight to Gotham City was quiet, and she remembered the first time she arrived.

***

The portal opened and she fell through it, still fighting off the Psions who followed her. They crash-landed into a building, and the rubble was lit up like the sun as she threw star-bolts at them. The fighting lasted for a few minutes, and in the end, she stood victorious among the scattered body parts. Her mind raced as she tried to remember where her sister had gone, and the next thing she realized, a Psion was on her back.

She cursed in her native tongue as it clawed at her, and gathered energy into her palm to kill it when it flew off her, landing a good distance away. She rolled to her side and coughed; a hand appeared in her vision, and she looked up to see a man in black standing over her.

His lips moved, and she knew words were coming out, but it sounded like gibberish. The hand extended towards her more, and she took it, allowing him to help her stand. He kept speaking and she rolled her eyes, reaching out and grabbing his face; she brought their lips together, and words and languages flowed through her mind.

She released him and he simply gaped at her, too stunned to move; she snorted. “Apologies. My race learns by psychophysically connecting with one another. The most effective way is through oral contact.”

“…You just learned to speak English from kissing me?”

She nodded. “Is that what you call it? English? What a strange name it is.” The corner of his mouth rose, and she stood up straight. “I am Kiyahnd’r of…well…it does not matter.” She paused. “My name is Kiyahnd’r.”

He nodded. “I’m Batman.”

***

(Y/N) felt the corners of her mouth raise at the memory; it had been a very long time since she’d thought about it, and it reminded her of how lucky she’d been to learn the languages from Bruce. Kori only received a small amount from Dick; (Y/N) had received twenty-three different dialects, all fluently. The fleeting memories lasted only so long, and the plane began to ascend, signaling her arrival.

She stepped off of the plane and made her way to the baggage claim, picking up her bag and moving to the doors when she saw a familiar man. (Y/N) stared as he walked towards her.

He stopped in front of her and smirked. “Need a ride, doll?”

She rolled her eyes. “Dick called you then.”

“Called a few hours ago saying you were leaving the Titans and coming to find me and Roy.”

(Y/N) scoffed. “I was coming to Gotham. I was not coming to see the both of you.” She glared at him.

“Sticks and stones, (Y/N).”

“Go crawl into a bush, Jason.”

His hand curled around the handle of her suitcase and he lifted it, nodding his head to the door. “Car’s outside.” Jason moved forward, and (Y/N) was left with no choice but to follow him. She watched as he put her suitcase in the trunk, then turned to her. “You hungry?”

“Are you going to cook?”

Jason paused as he was getting in the driver’s door; he looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “Do you want me to cook?”

She moved to sit in the passenger seat. “So long as you make something good.”

He grinned as he sat in the seat, starting the car. “I always make good food.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘hmpf’. “We shall see.”

***

The drive to his apartment was slow and when they arrived, the sun was setting low beyond the skyline. They climbed the stairs and entered his apartment; (Y/N) hummed. “I wasn’t sure that your apartment would be as tidy as it is. It is rather shocking.”

Jason grunted as he moved into the kitchen, pulling out pans from the cabinets. “Sorry doll, the role of messy Robin is Tim.” He paused and glanced at her. “And sometimes, Dick…but mostly Timmy.”

(Y/N) snorted and motioned to her bag. “Where should I put my things?”

Jason nodded down the hallway. “Second door on your right. I changed the sheets and cleaned it, so you should be happy.”

She said nothing and walked to the bedroom. It was a little dull for her tastes, but nothing she couldn’t fix with a trip to the department store and IKEA. She walked back out and sat at the bar, watching Jason cook for them. When he was finished, they sat out on the balcony sharing a bottle of wine.

(Y/N) swallowed it, gagging, “Earth wine is disgusting.”

“Wine’s a peculiar taste,” he snorted, taking a sip. “You have to get used to it.”

She grunted and replied, “I do not want to be used to it. It tastes like…I do not even know what it tastes like. All I know is that it is disgusting.”

“You’re just a Debbie-Downer, aren’t you, (Y/N)?”

“I do not know what that is but I can tell it is not positive.”

“Nevermind.” Jason chuckled and they lapsed into a comfortable silence, eating their dinner, and when they were finished, they climbed to the roof and watched the stars; Jason leaned over. “So, why did you leave the Titans?”

(Y/N) sighed quietly, murmuring, “I did not want to be within their company any longer.”

He eyed her. “And?”

“And I did not want to be ostracized anymore.” (Y/N) inhaled. “I am not Kori. She was accepted easily within the Titans because she is kind and sweet. But I? No…I was never one to be accepted. My attitude and stance on how I deal with criminals was not something the Titans were too keen on keeping.”

Jason listened silently, then tipped his head. “Dick told you to come find me then?”

She shrugged. “More or less.” (Y/N) glanced at him. “I assume he had an inkling that because we are so similar in our mindsets on criminals that we would get along and be able to work together.”

“Red Hood, Arsenal, and Supernova,” Jason grinned. “It’s got a great ring to it.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I regret this decision already.”

He scooted closer and slung an arm around her shoulders, ignoring the way she growled low in her throat. “Don’t be like that, doll…we’re gonna make a kick-ass team.”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to retort when a light shone in the sky; she glanced at Jason, tipping her head to it. “Well…let us go and show what a team we will make.” She rose, holding out a hand. “Shall we, Red Hood?”

Jason glanced at her hand before taking it, smirking. “Hell yeah.”

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irresistible || h.hj (m)

a/n: yess fuck boy hyunjin ftw ngl,,,,i’m so in love with that idea,, especially with his long hair (i actually got into skz cuz of hyunjin’s hair lol i love longish hair on men)

● pairing: hwang hyunjin x (fem) reader

● genre: angsty n smutty (mdi!) | crack lol | enemies to lovers!au | college!au | nonidol!au

● requested? yes!

● words: 9k

● summary: You despise Hwang Hyunjin with a passion. And he just hates you right back. You’re a good, moral student while he fucks around with everybody. He likes to pull at heartstrings while you like to pull at his palm tree hairdo. There’s nothing that makes you like the other, but when you wind up at the old art room with him and things get heated up, you see a softer, truer and more broken side to him.

Is falling in love with someone you've hated for years in the span of one night even possible? Apparently so...

i miss him so much don't @ me

“You’re too irresistible not to fuck until you're screaming my name and begging for more.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin, or I’ll tear your stupid hair out of your head,” you threaten darkly. The ever so proud Hyunjin only scoffs, laughing mockingly at you as he shoves his hands into his pockets. He crouched down to be at eye level with you. Despite you being much smaller than him, you still stood your group, even tripped over on the floor, your once organized papers sprawled out on the floor.

“I’d like to see you try, princess,” Hyunjin’s brow raises, and your lips downturn into even more of a frown. You would never, ever dare to start a physical fight with Hyunjin, but boy you can talk. Sometimes, your mouth might even be a little bit too big for your own liking. The words just flow out so naturally, and you don’t even realize it to actually stop it from flowing off of your tongue.

It was your dumb mouth that started this whole mess, anyways. Back in the last few years of high school, your best friend (who, in the end, turned out to be the fakest bitch you’ve ever met) had gotten with a boy. A boy you had no clue even went to the school. And, that’s when you met Hwang Hyunjin at lunch that day. In all his short - haired glory. At first, he seemed pretty decent, but you knew something was off about him from the start. Sure, he had a bright smile that could make any girl with a brain filled with boys faint, but he just didn’t sit too right with you. The way he acted around your friend (at the time) and the way he’d talk to her and other girls.

At first, you didn’t think he was a fuckboy, but it was when he tried to get in your pants after you called him a fuckboy after school one day when it hit you. That was the first and only day you really punched him in the face. Giving him a black and blue bruise on his cheekbone from the impact when he tried to take your clothes off, not caring whether or not you said it was alright or not. Of course, he got mad at you, but didn’t lay a hand on you, like you thought he would. You remember bracing your body for some sort of punch, kick or push, but nothing came other than Hyunjin’s loud voice screaming curses at you and calling you all - too vulgar and hurtful names.

You would have apologized if you weren’t so upset with the fact that he tried to be your first fuck. Your virginity isn’t the most precious thing to you, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t allow yourself to lose it to Hwang Hyunjin. Especially not after that day he actually tried to fuck you behind the school. You went running to your friend afterwards. Who, to your surprise, got mad at you for trying to make her boyfriend cheat on her with you. You couldn’t believe her, and you dropped her right there.

It was actually Hyunjin who broke up with her, having her come running to you with tears in her eyes about how upset she is that Hyunjin broke up with her. Of course, you didn’t react and only ignored her for… the rest of her life so far. She eventually gave up on trying to be friends with you, and went her own direction. However, Hyunjin didn’t leave you alone.

You can swear that he’s vowed to make your life living hell after you rejected him with your fist. At first, it was just teasing. Calling you names. Making fun of stupid mistakes. Sometimes even flirting with you just to make you mad. And no matter how many times you seemed to reject, verbally or physically, he never gave. Maybe he doesn’t try to get in your pants anymore, but he won’t stop calling you stupid nicknames when he’s being a dick to you… like “princess, baby, babygirl, darling, honey, sweetheart.” Stupid, meaningless nicknames to call you just to pull at both your heartstrings and your thin line of patience.

You weren’t so friendly to call him bittersweet names like that. You decided to go with a more aggressive route of, “dickhead, motherfucker, bitch, asshole, asshat, shithead” and other conjugations of any curse word you could think of. Of course, none of it fazed him one bit. In fact, it all seemed to amuse him. Like your anger was his entertainment, and that idea pissed you off.

You’ve had friends tell you to “Just not give him the attention since that’s what he wants!” But, that was the most difficult thing to do when Hyunjin was always following behind you, yet always a step ahead. Everywhere you end up, he’s somehow ironically there, too. Everywhere you plan to go, he’s somehow, ironically, planning to go there, too. Sometimes you debate if he’s stalking, but you don’t have much social media (nor do you post anything if you did) and you made sure to always keep away from the name Hyunjin just in case it’s the Hyunjin.

But, now, you’re sitting on your ass like an idiot, papers flown around you as Hyunjin crouches down in front of you. Almost as if peering down at his prey. His judgemental eyes scan your trembling figure, shaking from the pent up anger, up and down as he smirks like the little devil he is.

You’d been running back to your classroom, having to collect papers for your professor from the teacher’s lounge. She specifically asked for them to be organized by date, and you spent a few well - focused and frustrating minutes organizing the papers. Of course, as you were running through the supposedly empty hall, looking down at your phone to check the time to make sure you’ll have enough time before the end of the class period, you slammed face first into Hyunjin’s chest. Knocking him off of his balance, but catching himself on the wall, and sending you flying back and the papers to fly out of your arms, all your hard work scattered around you as you glare up at him with a deadly look in your eyes.

“Oh…” Hyunjin smiles down at you, leaning against the wall. His brows creasing up in a fake worry, his bottom lip jutting out in a mocking pout, staining his handsome face with the pathetic expression, “Poor baby… Do you need help picking up your papers?” He asks in a high pitched voice, and you try to hold back the urge to kick him right in the balls.

“Don’t fuck with me, Hyunjin,” you growl out darkly, and Hyunjin’s eyes widen and his fake, bitter smile widens in a pathetic imitation of shock and hurt, “Or I’ll tear your stupid hair out of your head.” You shamelessly threaten, both of you knowing you’re probably not going to even try to rip Hyunjin’s gorgeous hair for his scalp.

Hyunjin gets up off of the wall and walks over to you, you sitting on your ass with a glare that could spew daggers, and he crouches in front of you. His elbows on his knees, and he peers down at you like a predator stalking over its prey, ready to pounce at any second. He scans you, his half lidded, judgemental eyes peering over your body, heavily hidden by your black leggings and dark blue hoodie that was two sizes too big.

“I’d like to see you try, princess,” Hyunjin cocks a brow at you, his eyes finally landing on your dark ones.

“Don’t call me that, dickhead,” you spit right back, but he only chuckles darkly, his head falling briefly before he lifts his head up again. Shaking it slightly as he critically smiles at you, his mocking laugh making you feel small and weak.

“That’s a no - can - do. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, alright? Princess?” Hyunjin’s face dips down, nearing yours. You do the first thing you think of, grabbing a handful of papers, wrinkling them and throwing them with full force at Hyunjin’s face. He flinches back and stands up, swatting away the papers quickly. “Fucking hell! You scared me for a second there.”

“Good, now piss off. I have places to be. And shouldn’t you be in class?” You grumble as you collect the papers, trying your best to get them as organized as possible in your arms, making sure to keep a tight grip on them in case Hyunjin tried to do anything.

“Aw, do you suddenly care for me?” He places a hand over his chest, sighing dramatically, “I’m touched.”

“In your dreams, dipshit. Leave me alone,” you snap out, already getting a headache from this as you walk around on your knees to try and collect the papers, cursing to yourself when you find a wrinkled one, trying to smooth it out. Hyunjin watches you with a stoic expression, leaning against the wall. You don’t even bother saying another thing to him before you gather up the last of the papers and dash away, trying to organize the papers best you could before you reach your class.

Thankfully, Hyunjin didn’t follow you like he usually did. You let out a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding as you neared the classroom, your hands moving quickly to organise the papers. You open the door, somewhat out of breath as you hand them to the professor. Letting her know that you dropped them on your way here and they got a bit disorganized, but you tried your best to organize them again. She dismissed you and thanked you, sending you back to your seat to pack up (since it’s the end of the class, which is why you were hurrying).

Thankfully, your last class period is a study hall, so you take this time to run down to the library to work on assignments that are due soon. You prefer the library since it’s a calm and quiet place, and you know the librarian quite well, since you’re usually there during study hall. If you’re not there, you’re somewhere with a friend, and that’s usually not in the comfort of the library since you get pretty loud and unfiltered when you’re with friends. So, in the end, you’ll get booted out by the librarian.

When you get there, there’s already quite a few students sitting around, listening to music and typing vigorously on their laptops. You bow briefly to the librarian, who gives you a warm smile before you take a seat at a table in the corner of the library, far from the others. You take out your laptop and phone, plugging your earbuds into the earphone jack in your phone to play music into your ears.

You spend a good fifteen minutes writing an essay for your English Literature class. Focused in on the task at hand while soft lofi flows into your ears, letting your mind relax, but focus on what you’re doing.

So, it’s totally normal that you let out a short scream when your earbuds are painfully ripped out of your ears, your hands flying up to cup your ears. People glare at you, but turn back when they see who’s looming over your desk. Your earbuds and phone in his hand, and you could faintly hear the sound of the lofi that once calmed your mind. He stood there with a proud smile, and he raised a finger to his lips.

“Shh… quiet in the library,” Hyunjin says just above a whisper, and your lip twitches from holding back from strangling him in front of everyone. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? He’s always made a note to let you know how annoying you can be or how much he hates you, so why doesn’t he just leave you alone? He knows how much he upsets you, but it seems to make him happy. He already wears a stupid smile all the time. You’ve seen him upset before, plenty of times. But when he’s teasing you or doing things to make you miserable, he wears that same devilish smirk.

“I… Fuck you, Hwang Hyunjin. Give me my phone back.” You stand up, reaching for the phone, but his hand yanks back away from you. Giving you a sarcastic smile as he looks down at you.

“Beg for it,” Hyunjin giggles darkly. Looking at something on your phone and even pressing a few buttons. Your eyes widen.

“Fuck no, just give it back!” You whisper - yell, reaching for it again, leaning over the table to grab for it.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “I said to beg for it…~” he sings - songs in a hushed tone, and your hands tense, his neck lookingly plenty good to just strangle. You don’t say anything, and you fold your arms over your chest. Raising a brow at you. “You think that’s gonna change my mind, hon? I still want you to beg for it.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn, it’s annoying,” you grumble, and shut your laptop close and push it into your backpack. You start walking out, shoving past Hyunjin and fighting against frustrated tears. You don’t even bother to bow to the librarian as you walk out, on fist gripping the sleeve of your backpack and the other clenched tightly at your side.

You walk out of the library, into the court of the university. There’s not many people there, since it’s the last class period of the day and everyone was getting ready to go home for the weekend. You stood underneath a tree, and turned, cocking a brow at Hyunjin who followed behind you slowly. You frown at him, and his brow raises.

“So? You’re gonna get ‘em or no? You know I’m not giving them if you just frown at me, (Y/N),” Hyunjin smiles snarkily, and you visibly roll your eyes at him. You sigh softly.

“Hyunjin. Give them to me. I’m being serious, now, no fuckin’ around,” You hold your hand out, finally speaking in a normal, harsh tone now that you’re out of the library.

“Hm… Nah. You still have to beg for it like a bitch. Or else they’re mine,” Hyunjin gives you a pitifully fake smile, and your eyes close, trying to ease the rising rage inside you.

“Hyunjin. I’m not begging for it,” You take a step closer to him, but he doesn’t back down. Your headphones still clutch in his hand as he holds them away from you. When Hyunjin doesn’t respond, you finally act. Dropping your backpack and letting it slip off your shoulder and onto the grass, propping itself against the tree. Hyunjin’s smile finally drops when you grip his wrist, pulling it towards you harshly. But, on instinct, Hyunjin pulls himself away, pulling you towards him.

So, you push him down onto the grass, not caring for onlookers as you straddle Hyunjin’s waist before he could even try getting up. One of your hands reaches up to press against his chest, but Hyunjin doesn’t struggle. Not one bit. In fact, he doesn’t even smirk anymore. He’s just staring at you as you reach for his hand.

“(Y/N),” Hyunjin’s dark voice pipes up, and you shoot him a glare.

“Shut up,” you snap, and you pry open his fingers, which was much easier than you though. His hands are hot and sweaty, and you almost laugh at it. Is he nervous that you’re straddling him let alone touching him in the first place? You will admit, it’s an intimate position, but you only got on top of him like that to prevent him from moving so you could grab your earbuds and phone out of his hands and stuff them into your pocket.

You smirk down at him, your hair falling past your face. It feels good to be the one in control, and now that Hyunjin’s vulnerable, you utter out, “And you almost got me to beg. Boohoo. Better luck next time, dipshit.” You finally get off of him, and the moment you’re off of him, he gets up and dusts himself off.

“(Y/N),” He calls out your name as he watches you grab your backpack.

“Shut up and don’t talk to me,” You snap, and Hyunjin’s lip clamp shut. He looks conflicted, and you would feel bad if it weren’t Hyunjin. The same Hwang Hyunjin who’s decided to make your every day a living headache.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch me like that again,” Hyunjin’s hand snatches your wrist, but you pull yourself away swiftly, “If you do that ever, and I mean ever again, I will not hesitate to stuff your face in the dirt.” Hyunjin gets dangerously close to you, and you back away. You’re brows creasing. Sure, Hyunjin is a huge dick to you, but he’s not this much of a dick. So, it took you by surprise, but you felt proud. It’s obvious that forcing Hyunjin into such a vulnerable position both mentally and physically set him off, and you were proud of yourself for that. He’s always been the one trapping you, making you feel small and tugging at your strings of patience, and sometimes your heartstrings, too.

“Oh, fuck off, Hyunjin.” You groan out, your hands falling to your side as you sling your backpack over your shoulder, “You do that shit to me all the time. What’s it if I do it to you?”

“Just don’t do it a - fuckin’ - gain, (Y/N). Don’t, unless you don’t wanna walk straight the next day.” Hyunjin threatens, and your brows furrow.

“And what the fuck does that mean?” You scoff as Hyunjin shakes his head, turning to walk away. “Hyunjin!” You yell after him, but he thrusts up his hand, his slim middle finger in your direction. You scoff, surprised by such behavior from a guy like him, who’s usually the one doing the teasing instead of the flipping off.

You try your best to ignore him and head back to the dorm to your shared one with your friend. You were able to settle down for a bit, especially since your roommate wasn’t there yet. You finished up your work. Working on assignments that you couldn’t get to finish because of a certain someone who decided to snag your phone.

Speaking of your phone, about two hours after you get back to the dorm, your friend comes walking in.

“Hey Yeona,” You pipe up, acknowledging her presence as she peels off her flats from her feet. Yeona waves briefly before plopping on her bed.

“Hey (Y/N). How was it going today?”

“Terrible.” You admit, Hyunjin being the only thing coursing through your head.

“Terrible? Lemme guess,” Yeona sits up, glaring at you, “it’s that one Hwang guy you keep ranting about?” You nod slowly, “Ah. Well, sorry about that. Actually, that reminds me. Someone was asking for you. A boy… A really, really cute boy.”

“Oh? Who?” Your brow raises.

Yeona shrugs, “No clue. Couldn’t catch his name; he seemed like he was in a rush. He wants you to meet him in the old art room. The one they use for storage, you know? He said to take your time, but he seemed desperate as hell.”

“The old art room? Don’t people go there to fuck because the camera’s are busted at the school’s too lazy to replace ‘em?” your brow raises, a bitter smile etching your lip.

“That’s the one. Hey, you might get some dick tonight. At least he’s cute,” she wiggles her brows, and you laugh. “Go one. Call me if anything happens.”

“Yes, ma’am,” You jokingly salute, and Yeona does it right back. You stuff your phone in your back pocket, and give her a playful smile before you leave.

The old art room is at the very core of the school, and you know exactly where it is. Everybody does. It’s not exactly something that just goes unnoticed by the students. Since it’s old, the camera’s are very much out of date and therefore can’t hook up to the ‘new and improved’ security system. Usually people snuck there to fuck during passing hall, since no teacher went in there. Only special people on special occasions use it for storage.

You were somewhat excited. You still have your v - card, whether you like it or not. You originally planned to save it for someone special. But, at this point, you’re too stressed to care about who’s taking your virginity and who’s not. At this point, you’d get on your knees for anyone willing.

Except for Hwang Hyunjin. Of fucking course. You know so many people who would literally beg to be fucked by none other than Hwang Hyunjin. You were not one of those people. You weren’t one of Hyunjin’s toys, even though he treated you like one. You would never let him get to your head, though. You know that you shouldn’t listen to Hyunjin even if your life depended on it. He might mean those things, those vulgar things he says to you, but you choose not to believe them.

You were trembling by the time we were standing in front of the old art room. The rusty door is slightly ajar, signifying that someone’s inside. Of course there is, but it’s still weird that they didn’t shut the door in case any teacher got concerned and checked in. Whoever’s inside must be stupid, but you’re not one to ghost someone like that, especially if Yeona said that they seemed desperate. Someone desperate for you? You had no clue who. No one ever stared at you in class. No one ever teased you. Tried to constantly get your attention.

Actually, that’s a lie. That’s a bitter lie.

Hwang Hyunjin fit into every aspect of someone who’d be desperate for your attention. That’s when it hit you that Hyunjin’s only trying to gain your attention in the worst way.

And, he did. Because he’s standing right in front of you.

You turned to leave, but Hyunjin’s hand slammed against the closed door, making you flinch at the close proximity between the two of you, and you turned to look at Hyunjin. He’s not smiling like he usually is when he first sees you. In fact, you can’t tell what expression laces his godly face.

“Hyunjin? Was it you that told my friend to bring me here?” You ask, not so much a harsh tone, but trying to make things clear despite the answer being (literally) right in front of your face. There’s no one else in the old art room but empty boxes, old art tables and storage boxes littered here and there. “This isn’t funny, Hyunjin. I’m leaving.” You turn back around to grip the doorknob, but Hyunjin’s warm, shaking hand grips your wrist firmly, yet oddly gently.

“Don’t,” he utters out. His voice was strangely small. Nimble, even. Weak. “Don’t go. I need to talk to you.”

“Since when do you wanna talk to me?” You snap, and Hyunjin dodges your intense glare. His confidence seeps to be depleting by the minute.

“I just need to. I need to get things figured out,” Hyunjin grumbles out, letting go of your wrist. He steps away from you and sits on one of the old art tables, manspreading, stretching the tight fabric of his jeans.

“Get what figured out? Tell me,” you demand, now stepping away from the door and sitting across from Hyunjin on another table. Before Hyunjin could speak, though, you raise a hand, a thought coming to mind, “Wait, no. Why did you not just come to my dorm like a normal person? Why the art room? Do you know how many people have fucked in here, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes, sighing softly, “Yes, I do. It’s just the only place we could truly be alone.”

“Wait… you’re not gonna do what I think you're gonna do, right?” You back up, reaching for your phone.

Hyunjin shakes his head, “No, I’m not. I’m not a stupid sixteen year old anymore, (Y/N). And neither are you.” You sigh, relaxing, “I’m just going to get straight to the point. I can’t take this anymore, (Y/N). I’m so lost without you.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his, looking for any sign of mischief or joke in his eyes. But, no. Instead, they’re genuine. Your brows furrow, confusion crashing over you.

“I don’t want to live with the thought that I make every day for you living hell,” Hyunjin looks away, ashamed.

“Then why do you taunt me in the first place?” You nearly yell, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker closed. You get off of the table, standing in front of him, “Why do you work so hard to just get me pissed off for the rest of the day, huh? Why do you want my attention so bad? Why can’t you just leave me alone, then, if you don’t want to make my college life a living hell, huh?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

So blunt. So stoic. So true.

You’re silenced by his words, shock overcoming you. Overwhelmingly dominating your anger as your eyes widen slowly. He doesn’t break eye contact, this time. He doesn’t bother looking away. He’s standing his ground. He’s telling the truth.

You shake your head, “No your not.”

“You don’t decide that,” Hyunjin says almost directly after your voice drifts off.

“You can’t be in love with me, Hyunjin. You can’t,” You shake your head, backing away.

“It’s not my fault!” Hyunjin finally raises his voice, getting off of the table and taking an intimidating step towards you. Making you falter and scramble back, your lower back hitting the old art table. “I can’t help it. I can’t help, (Y/N). I’ve tried everything. I’ve been with so many girls, even guys. Trying to get out of my mind but nothing, nothing works. It’s always been you. Ever since high school.”

“Even when you were dating her…?”

“Even when I was dating her. The only reason I dated your fucking friend was to try and get close to you,” Hyunjin admits, and your mouth falls open. You lost a friend just because he wanted to get close to you? Your anger was slowly gaining back it’s superiority over your shock, “I tried to talk to you, but every time I did it just came out as mean. You viewed me as a fuckboy, and I fulfilled that role. Only to try and get you out of my fucking head.” He spits out through gritted teeth. “I’ve tried to make myself hate you, despise you. And, don’t get me wrong, hon, a small part of me hates you’re short, annoying ass. But everything else is incomplete without you.”

“Why didn’t you just confront me? If you didn’t decide to date my friend then we wouldn’t be here right now!” You yell, pressing a finger to his chest.

“I was sixteen, (Y/N)! Sixteen. Everything that I did ended in my misfortune,” Hyunjin yells right back.

“And was that my fault? Huh?”

“Yes! It is! Yes, it fuckin’ is!”

“How in the fuck is it ever my fault with you?!” You shove him away.

“Because it was. All. For. You. Get that through your thick fucking skull!” Hyunjin yells so loudly, so aggressively that it brought you to tears. But, you didn’t show any sign of fear. You weren’t backing down from this.

After his yelling, things quieted. You’re too nervous to talk, afraid your voice would pathetically crack from the painful lump growing in your throat. Hyunjin stared at you, as if waiting for you to say something, anything. But, you couldn’t utter a word. Only a few pathetic tears slipping from your eyes. His brows crease up when he watches the quick, warm tears fall over your cheek and down your neck. His bottom lip becomes trapped between his teeth, and he looks down for a bit.

You’re tired of the silence. You simply can’t take it anymore. It’s driving you mad how tense and uncomfortable the silence between you and Hyunjin is.

“Hyunjin, I-“

You’re not able to finish before a pair of soft lips press themselves to yours. Your mind goes blank, and your body stiffens as you stare into Hyunjin’s closed eyes. Your hands gripping the table behind you for balance as Hyunjin’s trembling hands creep up to grip your face. He’s kissing you.

Hwang fucking Hyunjin is kissing you.

That’s a first.

You want to push him away, but no matter how much you tell yourself to, you only relax more and more. The feeling of his lips against yours was supposed to repulse you, give you the push you need to slam a fist into Hyunjin’s face. But, with how delicately he kisses you and how his gentle, trembling fingers caress your warm cheeks, you can’t bear even clenching your fist in the need to hurt him or to get him away from you.

You couldn’t bear to admit it, but you were slowly melting into the kiss. It was as though Hyunjin was casting some sort of spell on you. Your eyes relax. Going from a dim half - lidded until they flutter shut. Your hands let go of the table. You’re shaking, ever so slightly. Your hands guide themselves as they bring themselves up to press against Hyunjin’s collarbone. At first, you believe you’re trying to push him away. But, your own hands deceive you when they slowly trail up to run your hands through his long grown hair.

You finally let your lips move, and you finally kiss him back.

Hyunjin’s reaction to it is one to die for. His back stiffens when he feels your lips part and move with his. One of his hands moves to caress your jaw, his thumb running across the bone, his hands a bit more firm as the kiss gets passionate.

You want to hate yourself for kissing him back. For succumbing to him and letting yourself fall weak underneath him. But, you just couldn’t help yourself. Hyunjin’s lips pulled you in and didn’t seem to plan on letting you go anytime soon.

It seems like a flash when your tongue presses flush against Hyunjin’s. The feelings send your back stiff and you tightly grip his hair, as if you were going to break apart from the feeling. Hyunjin’s experienced lips guided your inexperienced ones, despite him obviously being nervous.

You try to breath through your nose like Hyunjin does when things start getting more and more intense, and Hyunjin’s hands slowly start to creep away from your face. Tongues clash, and instead of fighting for dominance over one another, you both move in sync. Your torso pressed against his as Hyunjin traps you in between him and the table.

One of Hyunjin’s hands falls down your arm, gently caressing your side before picking up your thigh to push you to sit on the table. He pushes you back.

“Hyunjin - ah… We can’t…” You mumble out breathily as he kisses the sides of your lips. His lips instantly connect back with yours.

“And here… I thought… you were standing so strong and proud,” Hyunjin chuckles darkly, whispering out the words in between wet kisses. His usual self coming back, and your brows furrow. “But… no. You’re letting me… do this… without fight.”

Your head cranes back as Hyunjin’s lips drag down to your neck. Licking wet strips up and down your neck, suckling on the sensitive skin and pressing wet, sloppy kisses to your skin. You bite back a moan.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything…” You whimper out, and Hyunjin chuckles against your neck.

“Maybe, but you’ve passed the point of no return when you kissed back. And here I thought you’d punch me in the face,” Hyunjin laughs against your skin, moving you so your legs are spread for him to press more and more against you.

“Maybe I should’ve,” you whisper out in one breath.

“Mmh, but you know you like it, baby,” Hyunjin smirks.

“What happened to you wanting to talk?” You breath out, your breath moans getting louder, and you bite your lip to hold your voice back.

“You ruined it,” Hyunjin grumbles, nibbling on your skin briefly.

“Fuck you…” you grumble, your arms wrapping around his neck unconsciously.

“Already, hmm? Impatient, are we?”

“Fuck off…!” You groan at his dumb joke, and Hyunjin laughs against you. “But… seriously, Hyunjin… Wait… I’m still a virgin.”

Hyunjin’s head snaps up, his brows furrowed. “You’re a what, again?”

“A virgin, dumbass.”

“Are you saying you want to have sex-..”

“Hyunjin! Don’t take this so lightly. I’ve never done it with anyone before, and I definitely wasn’t planning on someone like you being my first,” you admit, and Hyunjin cocks a brow at you.

“You’ll regret those words. I’ll make sure this is a night for you to remember,” Hyunjin snaps, his words dark, and you swallow. “But, I need you to let me know that you want me, too.”

“Goddamn it, Hyunjin,” you groan, and your hand grips a lock of his hair, pulling his back so he can look clearly at you, “I want you to fuck me, Hyun - ah…”

A smirk creeps up on his lips, and you watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows his spit, and you let go of his hair, and his head dives back into your neck. Not exactly going back to kissing you, but resting his lips there. He mumbles out, “I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your pretty mouth.” And neither did you. You tried to deny it, telling yourself that it’s a spur of the moment idea. But, right now, again, you can’t push Hyunjin away. Your body won't let you.

Fuck it, your mind screams, and you let your legs wrap around Hyunjin’s waist. His hands find themselves caressing your thighs, your waist and back as his lips start moving again over your neck. The sensation sending constant chills up and down your spine, causing your back to stiffen and arch at the new feeling erupting in your core. You’ve masturbated before, that’s not the issue. But, being in the control of somebody gave you a whole new stimulation with even having to be touched too much. A new spark of intensity.

Hyunjin’s hands are rough, yet cautious. Trying not to go too far, but obviously trying not to pull away himself.

He eventually pushed your shoulders lightly, but with enough force to push your back flat against the old art table. He’s still standing, but he’s leaning over you, his hands on either side of your head and his pelvis nearly pressed against yours, standing in between your legs.

His warm hands move slowly underneath your shirt. Your back lifts at the feeling of his hands meeting your untouched skin, and you let out a hoarse breath as Hyunjin sucks on the skin below your jaw. Your head tilting to the side to give him the access he needed. Your neck craning, and your eyes flutter shut from the bliss. Your lips parting in a silent moan. Too embarrassed to actually make too much noise. Hyunjin’s hands move up the sides of your bare waist, carrying your shirt and hoodie with it. He parts from your neck to look up at you, his hands coming to a sudden halt.

You only glare over to him before you take your shirt and hoodie yourself, peeling it quickly off and over your head and tossing them to the side, trying to make it onto another table, but it landed on the floor. You could care less. Hyunjin’s eyes immediately dart down to stare at your semi - exposed torso. You bite your bottom as Hyunjin’s hand eases up, poking at the wire of your cherry pink bra. “Pink? Cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble out, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“Hmm, that’s not gonna happen and you know that.” Hyunjin winks at you, and you roll your eyes before your head falls back again. Hyunjin’s wet lips come back to your neck, but this time, he starts pressing slow, wet kisses down your neck. Over your collarbone and chest before over the bump of your breasts. You watch him with nervous eyes as Hyunjin presses wet kisses over the skin of your breasts. The feeling of the sensitive, untouched skin being no longer untouched is euphoric. However, he doesn’t take off your bra, most likely since you’re in the old art room and being completely nude would be a bit too overbearing and overwhelming for both of your likings.

You thought Hyunjin was going to stop there, but no. He kept on kissing down, now going over your stomach. Your heartbeat got louder and louder as he kept going down. His warm mouth pressing warm kisses to you before moving down, the area before being shadowed by the cold air.

Your breath got caught in your throat when Hyunjin’s fingers loop around the loose hem of your jeans. His eyes darting up to look at you briefly. But, this time, he doesn’t wait for you to take them off. One finger undoes the first button before he swiftly moves out of the way to pull them down. Your legs try to clamp shut, but Hyunjin’s knee jerks up, stopping them from closing. Your panties don’t match your bra, since they’re black and not as fancy. However, Hyunjin doesn’t seem to care at all.

Your pink face watches as Hyunjin tosses your jeans to the side, with the rest of your clothes.

“Hyunjin - ah…” You utter out, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, one brow raising in question.

“I’m going to eat you out,” Hyunjin gives you a sarcastic smile, and you don’t have the willpower to roll your eyes. Your pussy is already sopping wet, and you hold back the urge to throw yourself on top of him. You’re not surprised by how blunt he is, but it’s still nerve wracking for you. “Don’t be scared. You’ll be perfectly fine.” He reassures, and you know you’re fine. That you’re safe, but, as said before, you were so nervous.

You watch as Hyunjin dips between your legs, getting on his knees on the floor, perfectly level with you. He looks from your wet panties to you for a moment before he presses a firm kiss to your clothed cunt. Your hips jut up from the sensitivity of it, your legs trying to clamp shut, but Hyunjin’s hand is quicker. His hand flush against your thigh. He smirks against you, pressing another feather light kiss to your clothes pussy once more before he licks up it, firmly pressing his tongue against you, sending your hand to your mouth to hide your choked moans.

However, Hyunjin’s hand flies up to pull your arm down, grumbling out, “Don’t be fucking quiet this time, (Y/N).”

“We’re in a fucking classroom, Hyunjin, I have to be!” You let out a throaty groan as Hyunjin licks another long, slow strip over your panties.

“All the teachers are gone. God, relax,” Hyunjin laughs bitterly, and you shoot him a confused look.

“You planned this didn’t you?” You snarl, propping yourself, and Hyunjin cocks a brow, his long fingers hooking around the hem of your pantines. You tried to close your legs, but they’re blocked by Hyunjin’s hands. Hyunjin only shoots you glare before pulling down your panties, and you gasp when your sopping pussy meets the cold air of the old art room.

“Ha,” Hyunjin scoffs, one of his fingers moving up to grace itself over the smooth, all too stimulative and sensitive skin around you, making your hips jutter, “No matter how mad you try to make yourself, you’re still dripping wet like a bitch in heat. Didn’t know I turned you on so much, sweetheart.”

“I’ll kill you,” you snap, but your hand goes to grip the edge of the table.

“You’ll love me after this,” Hyunjin winks at you again.

“I doubt it,” you backfire, and Hyunjin’s brow raises. A challenging smile on his face as his lips near your throbbing womanhood. So close, you could feel his breath fanning you. Hyunjin holds eye contact with you as his lips make contact with your warm, wet cunt. Your head falls back when you feel Hyunjin’s tongue against your clit. You let out a breathy moan and your hand flies down to tug at Hyunjin’s hair.

Hyunjin doesn’t go slow. He’s already teasing your hole with his middle finger as he licks and suckes around your pussy. His lips and tongue working wonders no toy you’ve ever owned ever could. The explicit sounds he makes turn you on even more, his eyes fluttering shut to focus on his mouth’s movement more than your face, which is tilted back. Your back arches from the pleasure, and you let out delicate moans as Hyunjin’s lips satisfy your throbbing pussy, giving it the attention it’s been craving.

Hyunjin slowly eases one finger into you, and your hips buck onto it. Hyunjin chuckles against you at your movement and raises a hand to press against your gut, pushing you down and holding you there as he lapped up your flowing juices while his finger inserts inside you. His knuckles soon flush against you, slowly twisting his hand inside you as you push yourself against him. Chills running through your body as Hyunjin’s tongue presses against your sensitive clit.

“Oh, god, Hyunjin…!” You moan out when he presses another finger into you. Your eyes squeezing shut as your trembling hands grip Hyunjin’s hair, your legs resting over his shoulders as he begins to thrust his fingers into you at a decently fast pace. His long fingers penetrate your tight, virgin hole. Pumping them in and out quickly, and you clench around him.

Your hands that grip Hyunjin’s hair pulls him further towards you, trying to get more and more of his tongue on you. Your hips grinding down on his fingers as your mind fogs from the pleasure. Now, you don’t care that it’s Hwang Hyunjin, you’re just loving the pleasure he’s providing you. You neck cranes, almost as if trying to pull away from how sensitive you were and how Hyunjin was abusing that.

However, when he enters a third finger, stretching you out, you feel your orgasm nearing. You clench around his fingers, your moans getting louder. Now, the thought of a teacher overhearing your explicit moans clearing from your head, your mind relaxing on the thought. All you can think of is how high you’re getting from the pleasure.

“Hyunjin… Hyunjin, I’m gonna cum soon… Hyunjin - ah, mmh,” one hand reaching up, the back of your hand pressing against your lips. Hyunjin doesn’t slow down. His hands move faster, and his mouth sucks at your clit. Your back begins to arch, your climax dangerously close.

But, it doesn’t come.

Hyunjin’s hands pull out of your pussy and he stands up when your back twitches, about to throw itself up when your climax hits. You look at Hyunjin with wide, glossy eyes. Sweat dripping down your forehead. Your legs twitch from the lost orgasm.

“What the fuck, Hyunjin?” You snap, and Hyunjin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, giving you a raised brow and a smirk.

“You don’t get to cum, yet,” Hyunjin climbs over you again, trapping you down underneath his arms as he pushes himself in between your legs, and you could feel how hard he was just by a small brush of his bulge against your thigh. “Now, be good for me and take my cock like a good slut.” Your back stiffens from the vulgar slur, but it only makes your oversensitive pussy even wetter.

Hyunjin is quick when he lets his pants drop down with his boxers, and his dick springs free. His achingly red cock pressing against his stomach. As you look from his cock to his eyes, you feel waves of fear spring over you. However, Hyunjin’s soft touch on your face calms your nerves. His other hand pumps his member a few times before the tip it teases against your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet,” Hyunjin groans, and you don’t answer, watching as Hyunjin slowly pushes himself into you, raw. Your head falls from the feeling, and Hyunjin’s mouth falls open, letting out a breathy groan as he eased himself into you. Your throbbing womanhood getting used to such a feeling. Once his pelvis bone is pressed against your ass, he stays there like that for a moment, and you get used to his size.

After a few moments of the sounds of both of your loud breaths, Hyunjin’s face nears yours, and your eyes flicker open to stare into his dark eyes. “I’m gonna start movin’, (Y/N),” he warns, and you nod.

“Please…” You grumble, and Hyunjin’s lip rises in a smirk.

“Please?”

“Move… Fuck me hard, Hyunjinnie. I can’t take it anymore. It’s about time you stopped fucking teasing me, huh?” You growl out, irritated.

Hyunjin’s smirk drops to a frown, and his hand grips your cheeks harshly, “Watch your tone with me, (Y/N). You can be so fucking proud, and that’s one of the reasons I wanna hate you. But, you’re too irresistable not to fuck until you’re screaming my name and begging for more.” And, after that, he ever so slowly pulls out of you before ramming himself back into you. So harshly and aggressively, it moves the whole table enough to where it creaks on it’s old legs. You let out a loud, inevitable moan that forces its way out of your lips.

Hyunjin does that a few times, and he throws his head back because of the pleasure. His face drowned in lust, and you clung to the table. A new burning sensation in your core as Hyunjin’s dick rams into your pure walls, deriving them from their innocence. You’re heat clenches around him as he pulls himself in and out of you. Slowly driving himself out before ramming into you.

But, he doesn’t do that for long when he starts to find a fast rhythm. One hand gripping your thigh while the other holds himself up on the table. He’ll sometimes let out breathy grunts or groans, but you’re on the verge of screaming out from how fast he was going. His cock burning your walls, sending a new sensation through you. It’s painful, but you’re loving it so much. You’re loving the burn, the penetration, everything.

Your eyes are closed, pure ecstasy running through you as your hands move up to wrap your arms around Hyunjin’s neck, pulling him close to you and into a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back. Both of your mouths open to crash your tongues together in bliss as your legs wrap around Hyunjin loosely. His hips stay consistent, but your hips twitch and stutter. Your back stiffening and twitching, pressing tight against Hyunjin’s clothed torso as he kisses you. One of his hands guiding up to harshly caress your cheek, jaw and neck. His long fingers tugging lightly at your hair as your hands screwed with Hyunjin’s hair. Running through it, gripping it, even tugging it sometimes.

“Oh my fucking god, (Y/N),” He moans against your lips, moving away to rest his lips against your neck as he groans, his hips stuttering slightly, throwing him off his rhythm, “You’re pussy’s so fuckin’ good. Feels so fuckin’ good.” You moan out in response, too lost in desire, lust and euphoric, blissful pleasure to form something as simple as a response. Your mind so blank, nothing running through your mind other than how Hyunjin’s cock makes your pussy feel so fucking good. How he makes you feel so fucking good. The way it’s overstimulated and edged on, it’s almost overwhelming to the point you want to cry from the stimulation.

You begin to moan, nearly screaming out Hyunjin’s name as you feel your climax nearing, clenching helplessly around his cock. “Hyunjin… Hyunjin! Oh, fuck, Hyunjin - ah, I’m gonna cum! Please, oh god, please, I wanna cum so… ah! - so fuckin’ bad…” Your words are slurred, but enough for Hyunjin to make out.

“Mmh… Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, baby girl,” your back arches, flush against Hyunjin’s body as your gut erupts with a new feeling. Your neck cranes as your eyes open, rolling into the back of your head as your mouth opens in a silent scream. Cumming all over Hyunjin’s cock as he stops his thrusts, deep inside you to let you cum. Your mind hazing as you let out a string of high - pitched moans. Your body twitches and your knuckles turn white from gripping Hyunjin’s tee shirt.

Once you’re halfway through your climax, nearing the part where your whole body relaxes, Hyunjin quickly pulls out. Getting up from you, and your arms drop to your side as you breath heavily, coming down from your high. Hyunjin pumps his cock fast in his hands. Not slowing down whatsoever as his eyes squeeze shut. You watch his face as his mouth opens, moaning loudly as he cums over your stomach.

Once he is down from his climax, he breathes heavily. Sweat dripping down the side of his forehead. Your head falls back, your eyes closing as exhaustion then waves over your body. Catching your breath.

You didn’t even notice Hyunjin leaving shortly to grab an old cup from the counter and fill it with water before coming back. Dipping his fingers in the water to wipe his cum off of you. You jump at the sensation, but relax when you see Hyunjin’s distant, wistful smile. You watch as he wipes it off, making sure it’s clean before dumping the cup in the sink. Your heart quickens as Hyunjin puts on his clothes before he walks over to grab your clothes and silently help you put them on. He doesn’t really make eye contact with you, but it’s a comfortable silence. The first ever comfortable silence you’ve had with him.

It’s then, as he helped wipe you clean, dress you and make sure you were already by wiping the sweat off of your face with the back of his hand that Hyunjin wasn’t who you thought he was. Everything’s not as it seems. The way he smiles so adoringly at you as he brushes the back of his hand against your cheekbone ever so lovingly makes you feel conflicted with feelings.

At some point, Hyunjin lays down next to you on the art table. It’s quiet for a few minutes, both of your just staring at the ceiling, shoulders and legs touching.

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N).” He whispers, and you finally look over to him. He wears a delicate smile, and a tear trickles down the side of his face, “I really shouldn’t. I really don’t know why, but I do.” His voice cracks at the end of his sentence, and you swear your heart shattered right there. “I… I shouldn’t have had sex with you. It’s only making everything worse for me. It’s making everything hurt so much more.”

He sits up, wiping his face, turning his back from you. He sniffs softly, letting out sharp breaths as his back trembled from his hoarse breathing.

You sit up, too. Reaching over to put your hand on his shoulder, but you hesitate.

No. If Hyunjin isn’t really who you thought he was, you want, you need to get to know the real him.

So, you make up your mind.

You get off of the table to move in front of him, and he tries to move away, his hands covering his red face. You gently grip his hands, pulling them away from his face. And it’s a sight you thought you’d never have to see. His eyes are red, his face wet and pink from the tears staining his face. It’s such a pitiful look on him, and you thought you’d never, ever see him so vulnerable. He keeps him looking down, trying to pull his hands away, but you have a tight grip on them.

“Look at me, Hyunjin.” You demand in a soft, yet firm voice. Hyunjin doesn’t for a moment, and you were about to repeat yourself, but Hyunjin’s eyes lock with yours. You give him a soft sigh and smile, “Hyunjin. You’ve proved to me that you’re not the person I thought you were. And… if you’re really not the douchebag, fuckboy and absolute asshate that I know, then… then I’ll stay by your side. Alright?”

Your heart hammers against your chest as Hyunjin’s eyes widen slightly, another tear slowly dripping down his face. You let go of one of his hands to gently rub it away with your thumb. Just below his eye. Hyunjin stares at you with wide, doubtful eyes. His lips slightly ajar as his hand trembles in yours.

So, to ease the silence, you press a gentle kiss to his lips. With no tongue, it’s an innocent kiss. He doesn’t kiss back at first, but he does after a moment.

And, the rest of that night was spent in that old art room. Either talking to each other, kissing each other or holding each other that night. You learned a lot about Hyunjin. About why he likes to fuck around, why he thinks he’s in love with you and other things about his life. You also told him a lot about you, about why you didn’t feel right about him at first.

And, by the end of that night, you could easily conclude that you’re in love with Hwang Hyunjin, and that it’s possible to fall in love with someone in the span of one night after years and years of hating each other.

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