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whumptimebaby · 2 years

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Jesse, what happened to your good sense?

| No Warnings Apply | 1/1 | Hurt/Comfort | 06/05/2022 (MM/DD/YYYY)

CW: Car Accident, Trauma Flashbacks, Disassociation

“Jesse, on the way home from a trip to visit his sister, ends up swerving to avoid hitting a deer. His reaction to going through a near-death experience? Annoyance. His nonchalant attitude is immensely worrying to the other members, but it’s not anything deeper than that, surely.

He definitely is one hundred percent a-okay. That’s what he keeps saying after all.”

Links: AO3 | Full Fic Below Cut

Of all the members of 4*Town, Jesse was the one who got most frazzled by inconveniences. When his time was taken up by things that he had no will to do, he was the first to get frustrated, to quit, to complain.

And Jesse could complain.

He'd actually been complaining about his lack of patience to Taeyoung once. The kid just shrugged, commenting about how Jesse never lost his patience with the other members of 4*Town. He was just particular about how he spends his time. That was all.

He wasn't sure he agreed, he'd definitely got in a fair few spats with the boys. They were never the "I don't like you" kind of fights though.

The worst one happened only a few months after they debuted. They'd flown to Florida to film a few interviews and spend some time in Disney to get photos, and Aaron T. snuck out of the hotel without telling anyone. He got lost, and didn't want to call anyone on the team because he was afraid of the consequences, so he hitchhiked back to the hotel. He didn't get back until well into the next morning.

Jesse would never forget waking up alone in his hotel room, the bed cold and bathroom empty. He'd never forget the thin sheen of panic as he checked the gym, and the pool, and the business lounge, and eventually the other hotel room, where Robaire, Aaron Z., and Taeyoung were staying.

When Aaron T. finally got back, exhausted, frazzled, and hungry, Jesse ordered room service and tore him to pieces.

"If you want to go out, that's fine. If you want to go out on your own, whatever man, you're an adult. You can make your own choices, but when you make shitty ones? I'm gonna get pissed."

Aaron T. had groaned. "What else was I supposed to do?"

"Call me. You could have called me."

In all fairness, as harsh as the rest of the argument had been, Aaron T. always called him after that. He couldn't know for certain, but there was a solid chance having that conversation early enough in their career saved Aaron from more kidnapping attempts than he'd already experienced.

On the topic of inconveniences, Jesse's whole day had been one big disaster. He'd been given the day off, since he'd got all his vocal work for their next album done early. He took the chance to go visit his sister.

The visit was fine, more tense than he would've liked. Apparently, his dad was trying to get back in the picture. That was just about the last thing he needed to deal with.

The drive to his sister's place was only an hour and a half, most of it being a relatively straight, well lit road with thin forest on either side. It was quite pretty. The setting sun filtered through the leaves, speckling the road like the bottom of a pond. The forest was wonderfully full of life. He thought about painting it sometime, if he could ever find room in their apartment to set up an easel.

It was that exact wildlife that seemed keen on ruining his day even further.

In all fairness, he was pretty distracted. The time he spent with his sister kept his mind reeling. The idea of seeing his dad again was... not something he was too keen on.

He was so distracted that he didn't see the deer until it was right in front of him.

He swerved, taking a hard right to avoid hitting it. The back end of his car hit something, a telephone pole, and spun out, the airbag deploying like a punch to the face. The car tilted, his door almost level with the dirt, but he couldn't feel gravity pulling him toward it. Was he in a ditch?

What had just happened?

He sat there, completely still, incredibly conscious and incredibly confused. The car radio continued to play.

Then, slowly, he lifted a finger to his nose. It came away bloody. His eyes stung with tears, probably from the airbag's assault on his face.

Carefully, he tried turning his head. No neck pain, that was probably good. He got a look at the rest of the car.

It was... well, it was definitely a wreck. The rear door had caved completely in. Any passengers there would have been a lot worse off than him. The front passenger door had also sustained significant damage. He leaned over to try and push it open, but it didn't budge.

Great. Fantastic. His side of the car was flesh with the dirt, and the other side was too damaged to use the doors. That was just swell.

Whoever had dug this abnormally large ditch was gonna... he wasn't quite sure. They probably had a good reason, it was just really, really, inconvenient.

The other super amazing thing about the whole situation was that his phone was in his bag, which just so happened to be wedged in between the right backseat and the part of the door that protruded where the pole had hit. There was no way he could reach it.

He rested his head back, shut his eyes, and waited for something to happen.

"I've never met nobody—"

For fucks sake.

Look, it wasn't that he didn't like the song. On most occasions, he would have thought it was pretty cool that it was on the radio. He just really, really didn't need to hear it right then.

He tried to tune out his own voice, picking apart the harmony lines that they'd slaved over in the recording studio. He chose to find comfort in their voices.

He wished he could call them. He was fine, but he was also going to be late, probably much later than he could conceive at that moment. I mean, he had to wait for someone else to call someone to get him out. That alone could be hours. The boys would worry. They would worry a lot.

To pass the time, he played a little game with himself. As the radio droned on, playing hit song after hit song, he started counting how many songs he didn't recognize before they got to the chorus. In a way, paying close attention to the popular music playing at 7:30pm (ish) on a Tuesday was kinda productive. He picked apart what he liked, making mental note after mental note about things to try the next time he got behind some recording software.

He thought about turning off the car, preserving gas for when it got colder, but he didn't want to risk someone driving by and thinking that the wreckage was old. If the car was still running, and the lights were still on, someone could pull over.

He realized that he'd gotten really lucky. With how damaged as his car was, it could have caught fire with the engine still running. He figured that, if it was going to happen, it probably would have already.

The most he did to try and make the car safer was set the e-brake and put the car in park.

He really did just sit there. There was nothing else to do, not until he heard loud music from something distinctly louder than his stereo. It sounded like someone had decided to throw a party right outside his car. He turned the music down, trying to pick up on what was going on.

"Hello?" A girl called, "Is anyone in there?"

"Yeah, I can't get out." He called back.

A face appeared in the passenger seat window. She looked young, probably barely old enough to drive on her own. She had a cardigan wrapped tightly around her shoulders, as though it was freezing outside the car. She looked at him with wide eyes.

She spoke through the window, the sound clear enough to suggest that there might've been a hole somewhere he couldn't see. "No fucking way. You're Jesse."

Man. This really was a shitty day.

Once again, it wasn't that he didn't like meeting fans. He loved it under most circumstances, it was just that talking to fans meant he was on the clock. More than anything, Jesse was not thrilled about having to put on a face for a stranger. In all fairness, he would have had to do that regardless of who showed up to rescue him.

Alas, this was a 4*Townie, one that had he was almost certain had been sent from heaven as some kind of saviour, because she immediately covered her mouth, shaking her head a little.

"Sorry, that's probably not helpful, are you okay?"

He gave her a thumbs up. "Pretty sure everything is in the right place."

"Your nose is bleeding."

"That was the airbag."

"I'm calling an ambulance."

He was a fool for thinking he wasn't going to have to visit the hospital. It's not like someone could call the emergency line to get him out and not have him sent to hospital, not after a wreck like that. The thought of it still made him feel infinitely more tired.

She disappeared briefly, and he turned the car off. When she returned, she held up her phone.

"Do you need to call anyone?"

Relief trickled down his back like chills. "That would be great."

He relayed Robaire's number to her, and she put the phone on speaker, holding it out of his line of sight, definitely near the unseen hole in the window.

It rang for a while, then went to voicemail.

"Hello, this is Robaire—"

He groaned. "For the love of god."

The girl's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Jesse gave her a smile.

"He never answers unknown numbers the first time, if we pester him enough, he'll pick up."

"Okay, cool, uh, let me try again then."

It went to voicemail again. Jesse didn't let any worry fester. Robaire would pick up.

She tried again. It rung twice, and then—

"This is Robaire speaking."

"Hi Robaire."

"Jesse? What's with the random phone number?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm gonna be home late, got in a minor accident."

"Wha—"

The girl's mouth fell open. "Minor?"

"Jesse." He could picture Robaire pacing around the living room, eyes closed and a hand on the back of his neck.

"It's not that bad."

"Are you okay?"

Somewhere in the distant void of the phone call, he heard Taeyoung's voice. "What happened?"

"I'm fine, there's an ambulance on the way already."

The phone seemed to explode with chaos, and he cursed his poor wording. He couldn't get another word in over the panic.

"You need an ambulance?" Robaire's voice was the only clear one.

"He needs an ambulance?"

"What happened?"

"Jesse's hurt?"

"I'm fine," he stated again, "relax, the ambulance is only coming because I can't get out of the car. It's precautionary."

"How'd you end up crashing? Was anyone else involved?"

"He crashed?"

The quality of the call changed. Jesse guessed Robaire put it on speaker.

"I'm fine." He announced... again.

"Were there other vehicles?"

"Just me. There was a deer."

He was met with silence.

Then Aaron T.'s voice came through the phone. "Aren't you supposed to just, hit the deer? Isn't that the first thing they teach you in driving school?"

"Not always," Robaire said, "they taught me that hitting larger animals could be pretty dangerous."

"Shut up Canadian, they only told you that because you live in a country that has moose."

Aaron Z. spoke up. "Did Jesse even go to driving school?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I had a driving instructor, can we talk about this later?"

"Right," Robaire said, suddenly sounding like he aged ten years, "who's with you then?"

The girl went completely stiff. Jesse nodded to her.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Amanda. I was driving by."

"Hi Amanda, thanks for letting him use your phone."

"It's really nothing."

"I wouldn't say that," Aaron T. chimed in, "He can be a twat."

Jesse rolled his eyes. "Stop watching British TV shows, our manager is gonna get pissy if you keep talking like that."

"I will do whatever I want Jesse. If I may remind you, I am an adult."

He turned to Amanda. "This is the exact reason why you should not be a fan."

Her cheeks flamed up. "Really? I think it's kinda cute."

"Oh ho ho." Aaron T. got much closer to the phone. "Amanda is a 4*Townie? Why didn't you say so?"

"T—"

"Amanda," he drew out her name, "Did you know that Jesse is afraid of peacocks?"

"What?" She glanced at him. "Really?"

"Ask me how we found out."

Jesse pleaded, "Please do not."

Aaron T. continued anyway. "We went to a petting zoo, Tae's idea, and there was a section with peacocks. You weren't actually allowed to go in and pet the peacocks, but you know, they were there."

"Robaire, please shut him up."

"He took the phone." Robaire sounded distracted.

"So Jesse is not paying attention, he was brooding about something, what were you brooding about?"

"I was not brooding."

"Right!" Aaron T. exclaimed, "You were upset that our schedule didn't have time for the local museum."

"You could have gone without us," Taeyoung added.

"And because he was brooding, he didn't see the peacocks until we were right there, and when I tell you he screamed—"

"Oh my God, I thought he'd just witnessed a murder or something." Taeyoung egged him on.

"Yeah, no kidding, he was thoroughly freaked. Absolutely booked it."

"When I get home, I'm calling management to tell them that I quit."

"Piss off," Aaron Z. said, "You couldn't leave us if you tried."

"You'd really put your money on that?"

"Who's gonna save you from the current peacock infestation?"

"Z!" Aaron T. cackled.

"Don't even joke," Jesse spat, "If you've never been chased by a peacock, you don't get to pick on me for it."

"That's a story I'd love to hear." Taeyoung said.

"Amanda," Robaire asked, "Is it okay if I take your number down? Not for anything bad, it's just in case we need to contact you about legal stuff."

Her voice held a confident tone, but she still looked petrified. "Yeah that's fine."

"You've been nothing but great," Jesse assured, "the agency just might want you to sign an NDA, just as a precaution."

"Wouldn't want personal information leaked, I get that." She nodded. "I expected as much."

Jesse didn't hear the sirens until the trees lit up with red.

Amanda looked over her shoulder. "That's the firetruck."

"We should start heading to the hospital," Robaire decided.

"It could be a while still."

"Z. looks like he's gonna blow a fuse if we don't leave right now."

"He's already got his shoes on." Taeyoung added.

"Okay, okay." Jesse chuckled. "I'll see you there."

The call ended, and Jesse breathed out a slow sigh.

"They really put you at ease," Amanda observed.

"I don't know that that's what I would've taken from the call."

"I don't know, it just seemed like you were all really friends."

What? Maybe he was naive, but he assumed it was obvious that they were friends.

"We would've killed each other by now if we didn't like each other."

"That's kinda really cool to hear. Maybe if the NDA doesn't forbid it, I could defend your honour."

"Our honour? From what?"

She blinked. "One of the ways people try to discredit 4*Town's success is saying that you all probably hate each other."

"That's news to me."

"Really?"

"I don't pay much attention to that kind of stuff."

"More power to you, I think I would be obsessed."

"Yeah?"

"In all fairness, I don't think I'd like being famous very much at all. I mean, I can imagine this—" She gestured to the car, and then to herself. "—is pretty hard for you."

He shrugged. "You've been chill, I'm not too bothered."

In reality, he was bothered as hell, just not bothered by her.

"That's good to hear." She let out a nervous laugh. "Cause I've been freaking out this whole time."

"Respectful." He changed his mind. "That's gonna take you very far."

"Excuse me." A firefighter came into view of the window. "Hi. My name is Keith. I'm with the fire department. We have the equipment to get you out, but we need to check a few things first. Is that okay?"

Amanda backed up. "I'll leave you to it."

***

No matter how much he insisted he was fine, the aid car attendants still made him go to the hospital for a quick check. Someone gave him a wipe to clean the blood off his face, so when he caught sight of his reflection in the emergency room window, he looked completely and utterly normal. To anyone passing by, he probably looked like he was there to visit a patient, not a doctor.

One more thing to add to the list of things he was annoyed about.

The emergency room staff took him to a private room, one usually used for serious injuries. He was told not to feel bad, that the ER wasn't very busy, they could afford to use the private room, but it still felt like a waste of resources and time.

On top of that, it took them twenty long minutes to sort out the other members. Jesse asked the hospital staff about it, and his doctor sent a nurse to hunt them down, and then left to go tend to their other patients, leaving him alone with a clock and the world's most annoying heart-rate monitor.

Finally, he heard Robaire's voice from outside the door. "How is he?"

"I can hear you," he retorted.

The door opened, and the members filed in.

Taeyoung cheered, "Jesse!"

"You look normal." Aaron T. observed.

"Please tell that to the staff, maybe they'll believe you."

"Wow." Aaron Z. looked around. "They really put you in the most boring room."

The door opened again, and his doctor walked in.

"Wow! It sure got crowded in here. Jesse, I have your test results. Everything looks good. From the state your car was in, you should consider yourself very lucky."

The doctor handed him a letter-sized printout of the accident. He grimaced. Everything he'd observed from the inside looked much worse from the out.

Robaire caught a glance of it over his shoulder. "Holy—"

"Haha, yeah." He folded the picture quickly. "Can I go home?"

"You're all good to go."

"Thanks, okay, let's go."

He shoved the photo into his back pocket, speed-walking to the ER doors.

"Jesus christ Jesse, slow down." Aaron T. jogged to match his pace. "We're in the main parking lot."

Taeyoung's arms slipped around his waist, his chin propped on Jesse's shoulder. "I'm glad you're not hurt."

He took the moment to breathe, to enjoy the intimacy, to dispel some of the tension that he'd held onto. The tedious part was over. He could go home now.

It wasn't going to be as simple as going straight to bed though. From the way Robaire was looking at him, he had a feeling he was in for a load as soon as he got settled.

"How about." Aaron T. got in the driver's seat. "I drive."

"I call shotgun!" Taeyoung reached for the passenger door.

"No you don't." Aaron Z. shoved his way in. "Jesse has been in enough accidents today. The two of you will not be in the front together."

Jesse slipped into the backseat, scooting over so that he was in the middle.

They drove in silence for a while, with nothing but the radio and the drum of the air conditioning. The car was stuffy, the tension thickening the air so much that Jesse found it hard to breathe.

"You said it was a deer?" Robaire spoke up suddenly.

"Mhm."

More silence, at least one song's worth.

"That photo..."

Jesse shut his eyes to hide that he was rolling them. "It wasn't that bad."

"That was bad. That was really bad."

"I was there, I can guarantee you that it wasn't."

"Can we save this for when I'm not driving?" He met Aaron T.'s eyes through the rear-view mirror. "I feel like it's bad juju to talk about car crashes when you're in a moving vehicle."

"I wanna see the photo." Taeyoung complained.

Robaire slumped back into his seat. "No you don't, not if you want to sleep tonight."

"Was it really that bad?"

"Hello, still driving."

"No, it wasn't," Jesse said, "Ro, can we drop it?"

"I don't—"

"Please?"

They made eye contact.

"We'll talk about it more at home."

"Can we stop for food?" Aaron Z. asked. Robaire started to disagree, but he interrupted him. "I wasn't asking you."

"Oh my god." Taeyoung ran his hands through his hair. "If you don't stop going at each other's throats I'm gonna jump out of the car."

Aaron T. scoffed. "Amen."

"I don't want this to turn into a fight," Jesse put out.

"Is McDonald's okay? It might be the only thing open right now."

"Yeah, that's fine."

Robaire sighed, shutting his eyes and leaning his head against the window. "I'm sorry, I'm still processing. I shouldn't snap."

Guilt twisted in Jesse's abdomen. "No, I'm sorry, I know this kind of thing is really stressful for you. We'll get into it properly at home."

"Are you sure?"

They pulled into the McDonald's drive-thru.

"I'm sure."

"Z., what do you want?"

"Just some fries please."

"Anyone else?"

"I'm okay, I've been snacking since my session ended." Taeyoung said.

Robaire nodded. "I'm good."

"Jesse?"

"I'll eat at home."

"Mkay." He sounded like he didn't believe him.

"Hello, welcome to McDonald's, what can I get started for you today?"

"Hi! Could I get two large fries and a chicken nugget happy meal please?"

"Alright, and what sauce for the nuggets?"

Aaron T. turned in his seat. "Jesse?"

"Me?"

"Yea, they're for you, what sauce?"

"Uh, sweet and sour?"

He turned back. "Sweet and sour please."

"And the drink?"

Jesse put on an annoyed expression, but Aaron clearly wasn't buying it. "Your drink, sir?"

"Sprite, please."

"Sprite."

"Alright! Is that everything for you today?"

"Yup, that's everything."

"Your total is $7.17 at the first window."

"Thank you!"

"Have a good day."

As soon as they started driving again, Jesse leaned forward to slap Aaron T. on the shoulder. "A happy meal? Really?"

"Oi! Don't pretend you didn't get excited the last time I bought you a happy meal."

Jesse gaped. "Oi? Seriously, where are you picking up this new slang from?"

After getting their food, it was a straight shot home. Taeyoung insisted that Jesse check what toy he got, and had been fiddling with the plastic Snow White keychain since he handed it over. By the time they got out of the car, he'd attached it to the collar of his shirt. Jesse thought it was cute.

After a day like the one he'd had, home sweet home took on a new meaning. He practically collapsed onto the couch, the happy meal box abandoned on the coffee table as he threw his arms around one of the decorative pillows.

"It is so good to be home." He breathed it in.

The other boys moved around each other in the well practised dance of bringing the apartment back to life. Lights turned on, kitchen cupboards opened, the sliding glass door to the balcony opened, curtains were drawn, and finally, they all sat.

Aaron Z. discarded the happy meal box, emptying the contents onto a lunch-sized plate and handing the fine cuisine to Jesse. He blindly took a nugget.

"So," Robaire said.

"It really wasn't that bad."

"Jesse—"

"Please just, let me say my piece, and then whatever."

Everyone watched him. He took that as his cue to continue.

"I know the picture looked bad, and there's no way that car is ever hitting the road again, but from the inside? It was fine. I was, I am fine. Honest to god the only thing I was worried about was worrying all of you. I saw a deer, I swerved to avoid it, I ended up in a ditch, and I'm fine."

"Can I see the picture?" Taeyoung asked again.

He hesitated, looking to Robaire for his opinion.

"If he wants to." Robaire shrugged. "Better than letting his imagination run wild."

He fished the folded paper out of his pocket and tossed it to Taeyoung. He opened it, and the colour drained from his face.

"That is not a minor car accident."

"Let me see." Aaron T. clambered over. "Holy shit. Dude, how are you alive?"

"It wasn't—"

"—That bad, no, that is bad. That photo is horrific."

"Pass it over," Aaron Z. said.

He groaned, shoving his face back into the pillow. "It's done now. It happened, and it's done."

"I don't think that's true." Robaire stole one of the fries off Jesse's plate.

"What a surprise."

"You're smart enough to know how close you came to hitting that pole head on. Don't tell me that doesn't affect you at all."

"I was in that car, not you. You don't get to tell me what I should or shouldn't be feeling."

"I'm just—"

"I know! You're our leader, but you're not responsible for us. You're gonna drive yourself crazy if you make it your problem whenever one of us does something stupid."

His eyes narrowed. "This isn't about me."

"Oh yeah? Then listen to me."

"I'm listening."

"The crash wasn't that bad. It was annoying. It's annoying that they made me go to the hospital, and it's annoying that you aren't believing me when I say that I'm fine."

"Your car crashed."

"Not this again." He pulled his head back out of the pillow to glare at Robaire.

"You could have gotten really hurt."

"I didn't."

"You could have died Jesse." He couldn’t come up with a response, not before Robaire continued. "You lost the privilege to do stupid shit when you joined this band."

"Respectfully." Jesse glared. "I could care less about what my contract says right now."

"It's not about your contract, it's about you swerving into ditches and hitting poles."

"Jesus Christ, it was one time."

"One time that could have killed you."

"Oh my fucking God, let it go."

"I need you alive Jesse. I—"

Jesse's breath latched onto the back of his throat. He nearly choked on it. Robaire took in a shaky breath of his own, pausing briefly before continuing, his voice thick.

"Need you."

"Ro—"

"Like it or not, I care about you. We all do. Being in 4*Town means you don't get to put yourself in situations where we might lose you."

"I'm sorry."

"Just." He sighed. "Tell me it was worth it.”

"It was."

"And you’re okay?"

"I’m okay."

"Okay."

Aaron T. shifted, nervous tension evident in his brows. "So much for not arguing."

"It might have been warranted." Jesse tried to laugh it off. "The photo does make it look pretty bad, I just, it didn't feel like life or death, it just kinda sucked."

Taeyoung looked at him with wilty eyes. "I don't think I could be okay after something like that."

In all fairness, Taeyoung's emotional intelligence was much higher than Jesse's. Maybe he wasn't okay. Maybe he just hadn't realised it yet. The expectation was too much though. Some stubborn part of his brain wouldn't let him give into Robaire's stupid comforting face, or Taeyoung's sad, inviting eyes. He didn't feel like he needed to. He wasn't hurt enough to warrant an argument, or whatever this weird intervention was. He wasn't hurt at all. He wasn't afraid, or overly aware of his mortality, or anything that you were supposed to feel after a car accident. He was fine. He felt fine, so he was fine, right?

He wasn't trying to wrangle his emotions back into their ill-sized bottle, he'd never opened the bottle in the first place. He'd felt nothing.

Nothing but annoyed, that is.

But they didn't believe him, and now there was some expectation that he'd eventually come around and give them something. Some kind of admission fee to the 'I have normal human emotions' club. Some uncomfortable, too tight turtleneck that pressed into his neck just enough to feel like he was choking slightly. They'd expect him to cry, or to yell, or to fall to pieces, and then they'd comfort him. The comfort would be good.

He hated that he was too stubborn to let them help. He hated that he couldn't figure out what he wanted comfort for. He just wanted it.

God, he was spiralling.

As soon as he had the conscious thought, he snapped out of it. He was being ridiculous. If there was one thing that the boys told each other over and over again, it was that they didn't need to be broken, or at rock bottom, or going through the worst moment of their life to deserve support. All he had to do was ask. It's not like that was hard, totally not incredibly difficult or anything. His stubborn ass sure thought so.

"I feel like I should've been afraid," he admitted, "and it really scares me that I wasn't."

The mood shifted, and a wave of anxious pain washed through his muscles. Everyone was looking at him again. He saw their relief. He wished he could share in it.

"This all just happened." Taeyoung stole Jesse's safety decorative pillow, leaving him with nothing to do with his hands. "You're home now, and you'll start coming down from it, and maybe you'll feel things and maybe you won't. That doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. You don't get to choose how you process the stuff that happens to you, not the pace, not the intensity, none of it. Your brain is smarter than it lets you know, you have to trust it to know what you need, even if you don't think you do."

"What if I'm doing something bad, like bottling stuff up, and I don't know it?"

"There's no way to know for sure, but if you are? I'll be here when you're ready to let them out."

"Aye aye," Aaron T. chimed in, "me too."

Jesse fixed him a weird look. "Pirate talk now?"

"Rebranding. Gonna go by Aaron P."

"P?" Aaron Z. blinked. "The press will eat you alive."

"Aaron P. for Aaron Press Master. They'll love me so much they'll forget to make jokes."

"I thought P. was for pirate."

"That too. There are many good things that start with P."

"I really am sorry Ro, for crashing, for this, for everything."

"I'm really just glad you're okay."

A small smile toyed at his lips. "Me too."

***

His bed was heaven. He laid face down, arms and legs spread in full starfish as he sank into his mattress. Every ounce of stress in his body fled as he succumbed to the world's most comfortable spot.

After chowing down and watching some TV, Jesse had retreated to his room, and man, he was glad to be there. He had some internalising to do, but that was a tomorrow issue. For now? He was going to sleep.

Jesse put a lot of emphasis on sleep. He valued the hours that he got to unwind, the way it lifted the heaviness of everything that happened that day, the way he didn't owe the moment anything.

He ended up getting up again to shut the lights off, and slip under the covers. He slept with two pillows, one under his head and one lengthwise on the side of his bed closest to the door. The second pillow was the secret to making his bed so comfortable. No matter what position he slept in, that pillow enhanced it. Tonight was 'sleep with his back to pillow #2' kinda night, he discovered quickly.

As soon as he was comfortable, his mind started to drift. He thought about Amanda, and wondered if maybe he should call her to let her know that he was okay. Was that something he was supposed to do?

He thought about the ER, and his reflection, his slightly fluffed, but still normal hair, his makeup-less face, his eyes especially, void of any worry or pain. He wondered what the other members had seen when they walked into the private room.

What about in the car? What had Amanda seen? It must have been different from the Jesse on the cover of their CD's, or the Jesse from their music videos. Was car crash Jesse more honest than that?

God, the car crash.

The deer, its wide, scared eyes as Jesse mindlessly hurtled toward it. He saw that again. His mind's eye was as vivid as ever, playing the crash again in slow motion like something a shitty director would put in their movie. He felt his seatbelt yank him back into his seat, he felt the airbag explode outwards, he felt the car stop.

Even once everything was frozen, he could hear the metal screeching. He waited for something to move again.

His face hurt a lot, but it was deeper this time, somewhere within the tissues of his cheeks. He tried to wipe the blood from nose away again, only to find tears when he pulled his hand away.

He waited, holding onto anything he could get his hands on. He waited for an impact, for something to happen so that he could stop dreading it. It was like he was in the air, falling, and waiting to hit a ground that he couldn't see.

The anxiety of it all was so bad he thought he was gonna shatter.

So much for not feeling anything. He had the audacity to laugh. He hoped whatever divine force had put that deer in front of him was happy, now that he was living through the accident again with regular car crash pains included, and then some.

Why was his dad trying to come back?

Why now? Why was Jesse so upset about it? It's not like he'd hurt him. It's not like he left.

And he was back home, a teenager all over again. His report card was on the counter, his backpack over his shoulder. His wallet was heavy in his pocket.

Within a moment, he was running. The day was cruel in how beautiful it was, not unlike the sun setting on the road back from his sister's house. There were no clouds, no shelter from the heat, no shadows to stop and catch his breath in, not until he reached the train station.

There was his father, disappointed, holding his college acceptance letter.

The rest of the train station vanished, leaving just him and his dad.

A vase smashed. It sounded like metal.

And he was back, frozen in his car, waiting for something to happen.

"It's okay, you're okay."

Whose voice was that?

"Just breathe, you're safe."

He was suddenly aware of a set of arms, one wrapped around his side and the other combing through his hair.

"You're home, and you're safe." It was Aaron Z.

He caught glimpses of his room again, glimpses that he desperately tried to hold on to. They were slippery, fading not back to the crash, but to wherever he went when he zoned out.

He focused hard on the feeling of Aaron Z. next to him, the way the bed felt different with the weight of another person, the slow, methodical movement of the hand tasked with messing up Jesse's hair, and even more importantly, his smell.

Privately, he wondered if Aaron Z. had put cologne on just to come cuddle. He'd ask him about that later.

Regardless, he smelled good, and even more notably he smelled like himself, which was wildly grounding. He breathed the scent in and out, until he wasn't fighting to keep himself in reality.

"Wha—" He was strangely out of breath.

"Welcome back."

"What was that?"

"I don't," he paused, "I don't know. A panic attack?"

"I think I just time travelled."

"A flashback?"

"I guess."

"Are you okay?"

Was he? Probably not. Okay people don't have flashbacks, not outside of movies.

"I don't... I don't think so."

"Okay."

The hand disappeared from his head, and he turned to face Aaron.

"Thanks, that uh, really helped."

"Whatever you need."

"Can you stay?"

"Of course."

"Literally marry me."

He chuckled softly, adjusting to hold Jesse closer to him. He buried his face into the warmth of his chest.

"Wanna talk about it?"

He hummed. "Wanna sleep."

"Alright, get some sleep."

"You're the best."

His voice was fond. "Goodnight Jesse."

"Goodnight."

He'd be lying if he said he didn't get lost in his thoughts again, but with Aaron Z. there, it was much easier to bring himself back. It took him a while, but sleep finally prodded at his mind, waiting for him to give into it.

Was he coming out of shock? Who knows, but at least it was something. As his consciousness was whisked away, acknowledged that maybe the day wasn't as inconvenient as he thought. For once, the comfort he felt was secure. He believed that, no matter what, that the boy's love for him had no conditions.

He could live with that.

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kideternity · 2 years

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jack wwbn. also peter parker

I don’t like peter enough to like, have actually created thoughts about him outside of my overall perception and how he treats other characters 😭 so im skipping him. BUT, for Jack-

-Overall opinion of them: light of my life he means everything to me. I know I say this for a lot of characters because a lot of characters mean everything to me but Jack does hold a very special place in my heart and that place is helping me accept liking men. His only flaw is being a 70s character because I keep forgetting how much I hate reading the word vomit of older comics and it’s one of the main things why I haven’t been able to finish ALL his appearances yet but godamn I will one day

– Gender/sexuality headcanons: GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I refuse to see Jack as anything but gay he is into men he loves men len kaminski didnt write jack not finding girls attractive anymore for people to think he wants a GIRLFRIEND. Also has trans man and leather gay swag

– Favorite moment in canon: there’s a lot of them but probably this entire like epilogue panel from Len Kaminski's “Children of the night” and especially the line “I am something unique and wonderful.” Snif snif okay gayboy!!!

– Favorite moment in a fanwork: none because Jack ain’t got fucking fans 😭😭😭😭😭 IG this one like traditional drawing I saw one time where it was jack smiling hanging out with the midnight sons that was cute 🤔

– Favorite line, in canon or otherwise: Reiterating again here the line above ^ “I am something unique and wonderful.”

– Characters I love seeing them interact with: Jack unfortunately doesn’t interact with a lot of people but TBH even though he's seen as a meme rn I actually really really love Jack's friendship with Morbius the living vampire I think they’re such an incredibly endearing pairing they’re literally boy best friends in love forever. They've tried to kill each other five times. Also that one arc where he meets Danny Ketch ghost rider and it feels like He's giving him gay advice the entire time is funny LMAO I wish he got to interact more with some of the larger marvel universe and other horror themed characters like Blade he like kinda gets slotted in a box of only getting to interact w ppl who show up in anything he's also in syndrome

– Last thing before sleeping headcanons: IDK what the fuck this one means. Howl at the moon perhaps for fun

– Sleeping habits headcanons: Insert Howling at the moon here too. This is kinda based on one story he was in but I think Jack also is a very extreme late night snacker

– First thing after waking up headcanons: I- I guess go to the bathroom get cleaned up????? Like a normal person?????? I dont get these last few questions but okay fine whatever

– Favorite locations headcanon: Jack tends to travel a lot in my experience but I imagine he's probably fond of his hometown still as well as any sort of very lush, forested area. Probably places with a lot of gas stations and car/bike culture too because he was like a literal biker in the 90s. They should let Jack go back to Romania I bet he'd fucking love it there. Chilling in the mountains you know

This wasn’t apart of the questions im just slotting it in here but they should have let Jack be the xkids Gym teacher btw back when the xmen were cool and actually had the academy still literally IDC IDC He'd be a good teacher he'd tell them to love themselves and to kill cops

#jack russell #werewolf by night #midnight sons #marvel #dinu yells in the void #chek's post #thank you beloved friend. i love jack. feel free to continue sending these everyone though i will warn you that if its a character-#-i dont actually think a lot about usually then i will be forced to skip them because i aint got si #shit* to say. thank you

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bokutosworld · 3 years

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seasons change, our love remains the same | miya o.

pairing: timeskip osamu x f!reader word count, genre: 1.8k words, established relationship, fluff. warning: none summary: a story of how osamu’s love for you began and how it will never end. a/n: this is a piece for the haikyuu-cafe x hqhangout collab!

It was springtime when words of love flowed out of him.

“What are you looking at?”

Osamu peers over your shoulder to get a glimpse of the yearbook in your hand. His eyes land on a younger version of himself who was barely smiling at the camera. He grimaces internally, shaking his head at the memory of the day when the picture was taken.

Sitting down on the floor, he slings his arms around you and brings you closer. “Where did you get this?”

“Unlike you, I actually kept our yearbook. It’s a nice memento of the past,” you laugh, turning the page and going further down the memory lane. You reach a section containing different pictures—montages of photographs from the sports day, the cultural festival, and, the one that caught your eye, the graduation ceremony.

“Hey, do you remember this?” Osamu follows where you were pointing at. There, at the middle, was a blurred image of some Class-1 students, his and your class, under a cherry blossom tree. Though the colors were muted, he could vividly remember that moment when the pink petals were dancing around in the air, everyone dreamily looking up at the bloom, but all he could focus on was you standing by his side as the teacher captured the photograph.

He remembers how his heart was beating so crazily at that instant. And what followed then was the moment that he’d been preparing for.

“Of course, I do. What do you take me for?” His arms encircle around your waist, he kisses the top of your head. “That’s when I confessed to you.”

You chuckle, “Wrong. You haven’t confessed to me here yet.”

“Oh, right,” he rests his chin on your shoulder, looking straight in your eyes. He narrates the past to you, “After we took that picture, I asked if you could come with me at the back of the gym.”

You hum and he continues, “You awkwardly followed behind as we walked together. Then when we arrived, I brought out a single carnation flower. You stared at it with wide eyes for minutes and I was so scared that I would get rejected right there and then.”

“Well, that’s because you weren’t saying anything! How was I supposed to know you were confessing when you were just standing there with a flower?”

“I’m pretty sure I said I love you,” he teases. “You just didn’t hear it.”

You put down the book on the table and turn to the side so you could face him. “You’re lucky I’ve been in love with you since middle school.”

He chuckles, bringing one hand to cup your cheek and the other to brush away some hair on your face. “I really am lucky.” And before you knew it, soft lips touch yours and it makes you feel warm and tingly. “Being with you is like a dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from.”

Summer when you found yourself running to him for comfort.

The front door to Onigiri Miya chimes, alerting Osamu of a new customer. He looks up momentarily from his task of rolling sushi to greet the person who’s come in, only to be surprised to see it was you.

“Hi.” You smile weakly and take the usual spot at the counter, right at the front where you could watch him cook.

“What are you doing here? I thought I’d see you at the apartment.”

“I’m tired. And it was so hot, I couldn’t take another minute of commute,” you groan as you drop your head on the table. “The trains were jam-packed and I didn’t want to be sandwiched between people and feel their sweat on skin.” You imagine the scenario if you didn’t walk your way towards his shop tonight, and the thought had you shuddering in your seat.

“Anyway, I went here and thought we could go home together.” You peek at him from behind your arms. “Also I just really, really wanted to see you already.”

Osamu instantly softens. At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to close shop, take you home, and lie on the bed with you in his arms. All the time in the relationship, he felt like he’s been the one who’s constantly relying on you. But right now, you were running to him and he wanted to be there to catch you.

“There’s only few customers left but I think can finish this in twenty minutes.” He slides over a glass of iced tea to you. “Can you wait for me?”

You nod and he leans to give you a quick kiss before returning to his work. You watch in awe as he skillfully moves around his area, hands deftly making the customers’ orders. And not before long, he’s standing beside you, already changed out of his work uniform to his usual beige polo shirt (the one you gifted him and his obvious favorite). He holds out a paper bag with his shop’s logo. You take it with a curious look.

“It’s not gonna bite you,” he jokes and it makes you roll eyes. “I figured you haven’t eaten dinner yet so I made yaki-onigiri. You can eat it at home.” You’re silent as he takes your hands and guides the two of you out of the store, waving to his employees and reminding them to close.

“You remembered my favorite food.”

He squeezes your hand and brings it to his lips, “Of course, I remember everything about you.” It’s his beautiful smile that makes you weak at the knees and instantly chases your exhaustion away.

In autumn, he made a promise.

“Hold my hand so we don’t get separated.” Osamu insists after having lost you for the fifth time in a row. The two of you were in Kyoto for a long overdue out-of-town vacation. After some time, you were both fortunate to finally free up your busy schedule and Osamu had planned a five days and four nights trip to the region.

“I’m not a kid, Osamu,” you whine but still lace your fingers with his and move deeper into the park. Osamu lets you take the lead as you stroll along the path in Arashiyama Bamboo Forest, the one place you’ve always wanted to visit.

The moment you stood at the entrance of the grove, you were struck at the beautiful, soaring green stalks that seemed to welcome you to another world. Osamu could feel the excitement radiating from you and whenever you smiled, whenever you turned to him to gush about the scenery, he finds himself falling in love with you all over again. He’s smiling as he watches you take photo after photo, unaware that he’s also taken his phone out to capture a picture of you.

As you’re standing in the midst of the crowd, looking like you’re having the best time and so beautiful with the way the faint light from above falls on you like a spotlight, Osamu has a fleeting wish that he could be the one to make you happy for the rest of your life.

You suddenly stop admiring the view in favor of searching for your boyfriend who seemed to have stopped moving for minutes. The two of you stare at each other, neither one making the move to walk closer. Osamu tilts his head to one side as he mouths at you, “Hi.”

Confused, you mimic him. “Hey.”

It takes him five big steps to close the distance. He grabs your face, thumbs grazing at your cheeks as he stares affectionately. Time slows down but your heart races when he says, “Let’s get married.”

You thought you heard wrong. But that was until he brought out a box that’s been hiding at his coat pocket. You gasp audibly, tears pooling in your eyes, as he takes the ring out and holds it in front of you.

“I love you more than life itself. I want to stay by your side and keep you happy for as long as you’ll let me.”

You’re crying as you say yes and his vision is also blurry when he slips the jewelry on your finger, a symbol of his commitment and love for you.

And in winter, the two of you were home.

It’s well past morning. The clock reads 9:58 am but somehow you could not find it in you to get up from the bed. You move your body but it proved futile when you felt a pair of arms tightening around you, refusing to let you go.

You feel hot breaths fanning your neck, craning to look back at the person sleeping behind you. Reaching a hand to stroke his hair, you feel Osamu only nuzzle closer and seeking warmth from your body.

“Good morning,” he hums.

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing a kiss on his lips. “It’s always a good morning waking up next to you.”

He chuckles, the low voice sending goosebumps on your skin and causing the blood to rush on your face. He takes you by surprise by suddenly flipping you over, trapping you in a bear hug while you laid above him.

“Wait, Osamu, let go!” Your voice muffled on his chest.

“I don’t want to.” He loses himself in your sweet scent and he feels slowly being lulled back to sleep. “It’s cold. Let’s stay here longer.”

Your struggle did not last for long, eventually giving in to your husband’s grip and you lay peacefully, hearing the calm beating of his heart. A glance to the windows and you can see the trees covered in thick white, making you excited as you realized the snow has made its fall overnight.

You look up at him, “We should get breakfast.”

“You mean brunch.”

Giggling, you begin to sit up which only makes Osamu groan and reach out for you. “Come on, I’ll make your favorite hot chocolate and we can look outside at the snow.”

At the mention of hot chocolate, he slightly peeks his head from the blankets, catching you before you exit the door. “With marshmallows?”

“Of course.” You tease, knowing how much he loved his hot drink with those soft, pillowy white confections.

This makes him smile and finally, he gets out of the bed and makes his way to you. He slips hands into yours before walking with you out of the room.

Mornings with Osamu were the best. And as much as you looked forward to spending every day with him, he is also anticipating what’s in store for the rest of his years with you.

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thr-333 · 3 years

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I got this request story idea where quirkless deku doesn't want to be a hero anymore because of bullying that he got from bakugou and wrong saying that he got from all might. So deku decides is a backpacker, travelling around the world experiencing cultures, food, quirks!!! He has even a YouTube account where talk about his travels, meet new people and talk about their quirks.

Here you go @sweetizukufan its set in nz like you wanted :D

Ochako flopped onto her bed and groaned into a pillow. She didn’t have the right to complain, she knew that. She had been one of thousands of applicants to pass the entrance exam and for the past three years her classmates had been training just as hard as she had. And truthfully she didn’t want to complain. It was her final year at UA. It was only a matter of months until she was officially a hero her dream since a child and she was excited for it!

That didn't change the fact Aizawa had upped their training the last few months. The days got longer the work harder and quite frankly it left her with virtually zero free time. Whenever she tried voicing her thoughts she’d be met by her well meaning, but overly enthusiastic classmates encouraging her to keep her head up.

She was! That didn’t mean she had to go through hellish training with a wide smile on her face.

“Ugh,” Ochako rolled over as it got hard to breath with the pillow smothering her. She really did need to get some sleep before waking up at five in the bloody morning tomorrow when she hit the gym. But honestly at this point if she didn’t do something to break up the monotony of training, eating and sleeping she was going to lose it.

She blindly grabbed for her phone. The school had funded getting her a newer model than her old flip phone since that had been a hindrance when she started internships. She was provided with the industry standard which her friends had tested by throwing it out a window, where it hit Bakugou’s head, and was promptly exploded then stomped on. The thing came out of it without a scratch.

She brought up youtube, it’s not like she had any games, let alone time to play them. It was probably a bad sign she had forgotten what channels she liked. With little other option she started scrolling trending with only a small amount of hesitance. She flicked past everything that was clearly clickbait, too childish or both.

Something caught her eye and Ochako back-pedalled to take a look. It looked like some sort of vlogging channel ‘ARRIVING IN NEW ZEALAND! Auckland sky tower!!!’ was written across the screen. Even with all the caps she didn’t really see how that could be clickbait. Maybe the guy was just excited, she would like to get a holiday like that after all. The image had him smiling at the camera sitting down and below him was nothing, nothing but a street far below. Ochako was embarrassed to say her first thought was that he had some sort of floating quirk before realising he was literally sitting on a window. In her defence she had a float quirk.

Partly embarrassed she clicked on the video why not live her traveling dreams vicariously through a stranger? She used to watch her fair share of travel videos, although those were mostly in tropical places so she could research where to take her parents.

The video started with a shot looking over the wing of a plane, a montage of it starting to land. Ochako was vaguely concerned when all she could see was water out the window but just before touch down the tarmac came into view so it wasn't a surprise crash landing. The camera cut off after a few more seconds panning across the airport as the plane pulled in. The music started to fade out as the shot cut to the same guy as before.

“Hey guys Midoriya here again, just got off an eleven hour flight,” He had no right to look so cheerful at that Ochako had never been on a plane but it didn’t look particularly fun, “And let me tell you I was not prepared for the ordeal that is security here,”

Midoriya’s smile faltered a bit, looking sheepish. He was walking with the camera just outside the airport, people milling around in the background paying him no mind.

“I had no idea it would be that tough, I had an apple I got on the plane in my bag and I thought that would be alright, I got it on the plane after all!” Midoriya didn’t look upset or angry but he was blushing madly. Ochako cracked a smile at that now that she looked closer he was probably about her age, “But no, I swear I thought they were going to arrest me! They started interrogating me, I had to stutter out that I got it on the plane, but that didn’t stop them they gave me a lecture about protecting the environment and declaring food, luckily I got off without a fine, I think it’s because I looked terrified, because I was,”

Midoriya chuckled rubbing his neck, there was a bang and he looked wideyed to the side the camera shook slightly then cut to another shot the setting slightly off from where it was showing a bit of greenery growing at the air port.

“Sorry dropped my bag,” Ochako giggled at that a bit, more that he had decided to keep that in the video than anything else, “So I thought that was the end of it, but apparently not, they started asking questions about my shoes, ‘have you visited any farms?’ ‘have you worn them hiking at any point?’ stuff like that, so that was a bit of a problem because these are my only pair of shoes in this country and I’m pretty sure they’re gonna incinerate that apple,”

A little graphic of a cartoon apple on fire popped up along with a pair of shoes. A speech bubble followed saying ‘save yourself!’ as the apple’s little chibi face screwed up.

“I promised them that no, I haven’t by the way I wouldn’t lie about this stuff the environment here is super cool and unique I couldn’t live with myself if my dirty shoes killed a forest,” The graphic was gone by now and Midoriya was walking through the airport, “But I handed over all the snacks I had in my bag, even if they were ok to bring in the country I was too anxious to risk it, that seemed to appease the border security and I got away with my shoes in tact, my snacks sacrifice will not be in vain,”

Ochako was tempted to laugh but if someone set fire to her snacks or sweets there would be hell to pay.

“Anyway now I’m hungry and have some time before my hotels check in,” Midoriya beamed at the camera, “So I’m gonna do something I’ve wanted to since planning this trip,”

On that mysterious note the video cut to another montage as Midoriya got into a taxi. Ochako let herself enjoy the sights that rolled out the window. She wished she had a computer to watch this on instead of squinting for details on her phone's screen. The montage went onto show the outside of a store then going inside to pan over all the baked goods inside. It was a smorgasbord that stoked Ochako’s envy.

“Here we are,” Midoriya sat at a table just outside the store a few bags laid out in front of him, “These sorts of bakeries are everywhere in New Zealand, I didn’t look for anywhere specific just one walking distance to my hotel room, and here we are!”

Midoriya took something from a bag showing it to the camera to make out the golden crust of a pie. Going torturously in detail as he ripped it open for the audience's benefit. Steam rose and mince flowed out, surprising Ochako as she thought it would be sweet. Breaking it open made a mess as Midoriya was forced to drop the piping hot pastry. The filling pooled across the bag it had come in making the whole thing look sloppy.

“I think my friend would kill me if she saw me do that, Gemma don’t watch this video,” Midoriya warned to late, “She’s the one who told me I had to try a pie, I have a few flavours here but lets start with the basic one, mince!”

Midoriya had some difficulty eating it now that it had fallen apart but managed and his eyes lit up.

“It’s really good, the pastry is flaky and buttery it works really well with the savoury mince the two together make a really satisfying bite, but I guess it would be better if I didn’t destroy it first,” Midoriya said sheepishly, “I won’t do that for the rest of them, promise,”

Midroiya took another bite from the pie before showing off the next one.

“This is Gemma’s favourite Butter Chicken, and trust me it smells so good!” Midoriya, the tease took a bite. Ochako had to wonder what she did to deserve this, “Wow I like this one way better, not that the other one was bad!” Midoriya hurriedly said.

He showed the inside to the camera, a rich looking butter chicken inside.

“It’s really flavourful so you don’t need any sauce that and the texture of the chicken and curry are really complimented by the pie crust,” Izuku took another bite as he talked, “I guess it’s kinda like if Butter Chicken was wrapped up in Nan so there's no way it wouldn’t be good,”

Midoriya talked more as he ate that pie and a steak and cheese one he had brought talking about both until Ochako’s mouth was salivating.

“That’s not nearly all the pie options, but I’ll be touring across New Zealand so this can be an ongoing adventure, now desert!” Midoriya brought out a long bun full of cream, it had a dollop of jam on the top and so much icing sugar Ochako feared for his health. Midoriya however ignored those fears and took a bite anyway, “The buns really soft and the area that the cream’s touched it is just the best texture ever,”

He smiled and there was cream and powder on his cheeks Ochako just knew was going to haunt her until he wiped it off.

“This entire thing is just, ‘ok how can we make this as soft as possible,” Midoriya commented getting closer to the middle of the bun where the bit of jam was, “The raspberry, I think? Jam is really good at breaking up the flavour half way through, now I can eat the rest of it,” Midoriya grinned as he finished it off. He started walking around again waiting for his check in to arrive. That didn't seem to bother him as he pointed out things on the street as he walked.

As he did, Ochako saw someone blatantly jump over the street instead of waiting for the lights. There was another person in the background who casually strolled across the side of a building, feet sticking to it somehow. While people would use their quirks on the street all the time they were usually less obvious about it as police would sometimes call them out and it did depend quirk to quirk. Midoriya zoomed in on a few of these people before it focused on him smiling as he walked.

“New Zealands got pretty cool laws around quirk usage,” He explained, clearly having done his research, enthusiastically by the looks of it, “You have to go through some basic training to prove you can control your quirk, at least so you wont hurt anyone after that you get a license and your free to use your quirk, like I island,” That Ochako thought was cool part of her training had pointed out that some situations heroes were called in for weren't always villain attacks but some public quirk usage gone south, “It’s pretty easy to get by the sounds of it but that does all depend on what your quirk may be,”

The shot cut a bit, Ochako assumed he had rambled on about that for a bit and decided to cut that part.

“In terms of heroes from what I’ve researched the police handle most of that, they’re trained in their quirks kinda like hero schools back in Japan but starting at university not highschool,” That made sense Ochako supposed, and they’d probably have more time to master their quirks too, “There’s a few heroes sure, they’re like a branch of the police department and I think there's a departmental separation between rescue and combat heroes,”

Was she privately pleased he had listed rescue heroes first? Yes, yes she was.

“But honestly there aren’t many, they seem more like the people you call in for really big stuff going on, or international relations, it makes sense the population of New Zealand isn’t all that big,” Midoriya rounded the corner someone made a peace sign at the camera before moving on, “Almost half the population is here in Auckland and the whole country hasn’t reached the five million mark yet, thats crazy to me considering Japan’s population is in the hundred million range and it’s only slightly bigger than New Zealand,”

That did seem insane to Ochako, not sure to be smug about that fact or not.

“So that's probably why heroes are less of a thing here but that doesn't mean it’s all not still really cool,” Midoriya was beaming at the camera, his positivity and enthusiasm practically punching her through the screen, “I’ve rambled enough, it’s about check in time I’ll show you guys where I’ll be staying,”

Midoriya gave a quick tour of his hotel room. It wasn't much, more of a backpackers than anything.

“It’s not big I know but I’ll only be staying here for a few days to explore Auckland then I’m off traveling so a large place wasn't really a worry,” Midoriya flopped down on the bed, bouncing slightly as he hit the mattress, “I’m gonna take a nap because I am exhausted,” His tone betrayed nothing, “But stick around because I’ve got a surprise this afternoon- well I probably put it in the title anyway so it’s not a surprise but it’s still going to be cool, See ya,” Midoriya saluted the camera and it faded to black for a few seconds.

When it came back to light it was an image looking up at a tall tower circling around it and entering the building next to it. There was a continuous shot that was sped up as he walked through the line entering an elevator which literally had a glass floor.

“Wo-” The camera was pointed down at Midoriya's shoes as he hesitated to stand on the glass patch. His foot made contact before he quickly stepped back, “Nope, no, nope,”

Ochako laughed and sank back into her bed. The elevators opened and there was a shot of large windows showing the expanse of the city. The footage sped up as Midoriya did a clean circle around the tower showing it was a loop to give a 360 degree view of Auckland. It was pretty with rolling hills and she could see forests at the edge of it. Honestly it was small compared to the cities she was used to but that made sense given what Midoriya had said earlier.

“Look at this,” The footage went back to normal speed as Midoriya focused on a chart comparing the heights of different towers, “It’s half as tall as the sky tree,”

And that was given the giant antenna on the top.

“Come check this out it’s pretty cool,” Midoriya walked down the steps until he was right next to the window, a few steps more and he came to a patch in the floor that was just glass like the elevator. Midoriya noticeably stood back from it, “It says here that the glass is just as thick and strong on the floor, so reasonably logically,” Ochako snorted, “It should be just the same as walking on the floor… they say that but…”

Midoriya switched the camera around to focus on him, looking a bit pale.

“This might shock you but I’m not really a fan of heights,” He shuddered and shook himself out, “Alright I can do this,”

What followed was a frankly painful process that Ochako couldn't help but laugh at. Midoriya would approach the glass before backing off. He set the camera up on the railing so it looked down enough that she could see the glass and street below. Midoriya tried a bunch of stuff like walking up without looking down. That didn't work and he backed out several meters before he had even reached the glass thinking he was standing on it. He tried to sit down and scoot onto it but couldn't manage more than sitting far from the edge and putting his feet on it. Ochako started howling with laughter when a kid came by running up and jumping on the glass while Midoriya looked on with fear like they were mad.

Midoriya at least had a humor about it. 2D sketches drawn over the video to help exaggerate his struggle and the entire thing filmed rather comically.

Ochako was beginning to believe he had photoshopped the image earlier before he grabbed the camera taking a deep shuddering breath.

“I can do this, I promise I can do this,” He sat down and shuffled back cringing all the way. Ochako found herself strangely proud as Midoriya actually made it onto the glass. He was white knuckled reaching up to hold the railing. He smiled shakily at the camera before turning into a more genuine look of triumph. That was until he quickly rolled off it jumping to his feet and scurrying away, “There! Done! I did it!”

He was smiling brightly now and Ochako couldn't deny she was proud of him. She had struggled herself with heights something she was forced to get over to use her quirk so she knew just how hard that can be.

“Gosh I hope that's easier than what I’m about to do,” Midoriya spun around to show a different window wires running outside and inside a countdown that was about to hit one. It did and there was a blur outside Ochako belatedly realised it was a person. Oh no.

“Now I’m not going to do that but I am going to do something pretty cool,” Ochako blew a sigh of relief but also wanted to hit him for scaring her like that. Under no circumstances should he be jumping off buildings.

They lapsed into another montage Midoriya going back downstairs. This time he had the courage to put a foot on the window in the elevator. Downstairs he went into another area donning a coat and sort of jumpsuit before layering harnesses over the top. He went up an elevator with a few other people this time. They stepped out into another room Midoriya carefully keeping the window out of frame to keep the grand reveal. Their harnesses got latched on and secured to a railing. Once everything was safe the doors pushed open revealing Auckland city, this time not hidden behind glass.

Midoriya skipped over the likely long process of gaining the courage to go outside cutting instead to him smiling with the city at his back and wind whipping through his hair.

“Welcome to the top!” Midoriya yelled over the wind, the audio quality was bad but that was understandable. She felt worse for Midoriya who was smiling through the fear, “It’s really cold and windy up here and I’m scared!”

“Just go back down you idiot,” Ochako huffed fondly as he kept shouting to be heard over the wind.

“I’m kinda afraid of dropping my camera honestly,” Midoriya laughed but she couldn't hear it, instead he pointed in to a few specific spots across the city, “See those hills? Most of those are actually remnants of volcanoes, you see Aucklands kinda built on top of a giant pit of Magma,”

Midoriya quickly grabbed back onto the railing, slowly shuffling along the sky walk, higher than he had been inside.

“Luckily the volcanoes in this area are dormant, cause if one in this area erupts there's a pretty good chance like 50 more are gonna follow,”

Midoriya stayed up there for a little longer pointing out interesting things in the distance. Ochako could safely say she was glad when he cut back to the bottom of the sky tower. His hair was windswept and cheeks red from windchill. Ochako didn't even need to check the comments to know most of them were gushing about how cute he was.

“That was… terrifying, but I’m glad I did it, who thinks I should try skydiving next?” Midoriya grinned, before his face dropped and paled again, “God please no that was a joke,”

Ochako giggled relaxing back in bed again after the tension of the skywalk Midoriya had been leaking through the screen dissipated.

“Anyway I’m just gonna go lie down for a while until some friends of mine get here, then we’ve got one more surprise,” Ochako hoped he hadn’t changed his mind and was going to jump off the building after all, she didn’t want to see him have a literal heart attack.

The video cut to Midoriya smiling at the camera again. He had a lot more color to him now and his hair was somewhat tamed. In his defence he had apparently got off and 11 hour flight then walked around 300 meters in the air it was allowed to be messy.

“So the person meeting me is Gemma, I mentioned her earlier, and a few other friends but their camera shy so you probably wont see them,” Midoriya was bouncing in place gaze constantly drifting away from the camera, “This is our first time meeting in person so I’m kinda excited kinda dreading if this has all just been some elaborate joke and I’m about to get stood up or worse,”

“Who hurt you and who do I need to kill?” Uraraka whispered, fully prepared to throw down the gauntlet for a youtuber she had only just discovered.

Luckily for them Gemma and his other not seen friends were spared her wrath. The camera shot was from far away so she couldn't hear or see anything in detail but it clearly showed the two running up to hug each other Midoriya pulling back to excitedly chat. Gemma matched his enthusiasm, sparkles trailing her arms as she made wide sweeping gestures.

“Here everyone say hi to Gemma,” The shot changed to frame the two of them, Gemma waving the motion sending more glittering sparkles falling from her hand and landing on Midoriya’s shoulder.

“Oh no-” Gemma stepped back to look at Midoriya the front of his shirt was covered in lingering sparkles along with his face and hair. Midoriya looked down at himself a little shocked as Gemma covered her face groaning into her hands, “I’m so sorry, I swear they fade out,”

She scrubbed her hands down her face, unaffected as her whole body shone lightly with subtle sparkles.

“I love it,” Midoriya grinned, twirling a bit to show there was a band of sparkles across his back from where her arms must have come around him. He was quite a bit shorter than her so his face also looked like someone had blown glitter in it, it just made his smile all the more dazzling.

“So you know where we’re going for dinner?” Gemma was looking at the camera but clearly asking Izuku.

“Up the tower again!” Midoriya beamed and really him plus sparkles was too unfair a combination.

This time in the elevator Gemma stood proudly on the window as Midoriya yelled at her.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Crazy you say?” At that Gemma jumped up and Midoriya let out an unholy screech as the elevator shuddered, she laughed but it was teasing not cruel. Ochako could make out the vague reflection of someone patting Midoriya on the shoulder and another person's arm came into frame to swat at Gemma.

When they reached the top Midoriya did not focus too much on the view, already having shown it. They stepped into a nicely decorated restaurant, but what was interesting was when Midoriya demonstrated that it was slowly spinning so the patrons could enjoy the view without leaving their table.

“Do you think they could speed it up?” Gemma asked, she was sitting next to Midoriya, both had their backs to the window so Ochako had a clear shot of it.

“Like a dangerous merry go round?” Midoriya questioned, the sparkles still clung to his cheeks and eyelashes.

“Exactly!” Gemma gave him finger guns, that matched her real guns. She may be sparkly but without the coat Ochako could now see she was ripped, “Also the dangerous is redundant,”

“What kind of merry go rounds-” Midoriya cut himself off as a waiter walked by, “... anyway I don’t think thats a good idea, given that the points to you know, eat,”

“Thats just what makes it more fun,” Gemma waved off.

“Uh-huh,” Midoriya raised an eyebrow skeptically before turning to the camera, “Hope you guys don’t mind but I wont be doing much food reviewing this dinner, I’ll show it off but-”

“This is a night for us to celebrate, later losers,” Gemma saluted, Midoriya squeaked telling her off before cutting the video off. Ochako laughed glad for Midoriya that his nerves had been wrong.

As promised he showed a few shots of some fancy looking food. Ochako wondered how much she would have to save up for her and her parents to eat there, not as much as the flights of course… hopefully.

The camera placed on the table showed the scenery slowly revolving outside, getting darker and lights turning on as the sun set. By the time they were getting up to leave it was fully dark outside and Midoriya spared a moment to linger on a shot of Auckland at night.

“Izuku don’t forget your bag,” Gemma called as she shrugged on her jacket, also glittery.

“Thank-” The camera whirled around to where the bag should be. There was a slight ridge dividing the circle of the restaurant that spun and a ledges lining the outside where all the supporting beams were, “Oh sh-”

The camera started shaking as Midoriya ran through the restaurant. The shot switching to another camera that caught Midoriya as he ran the other way almost bowling over a waiter and profusely apologising. All the while you could hear Gemma and several others laughing off screen.

“Oh? Look what we have here,” Gemma moved the camera to focus on a spot as the restaurant turned around, a bag coming into view that Gemma scooped up. It was probably Midoriya's seeing as it had a couple of All Might pins and Ochako wasn’t sure how popular he was internationally.

Gemma set up the camera to focus on the opposite direction Midoriya ran. It caught the moment he came around the other side, still staring worriedly at the window. Gemma whistled sharply gaining a few glares but a relieved look from Midoriya as she held up his bag.

They left the restaurant with a few apologies at the other patrons for being loud. When the camera switched it was back on Midoriya but Ochako caught a glimpse of Gemma shimmering in the background waiting around.

“Alright that's all for today,” Midoriya smiled, Ochako stomped down the slight disappointment resolving check out his other videos from his easiness and confidence on screen Midoriya must have been at this awhile, “I’m going to be touring all over the country so stay tuned for the series, I haven't showed you nearly how beautiful New Zealand is, I hope I can make it down to the south island too cause they have some really pretty scenery, for now I’m going back to the hotel and crashing hard, see ya!”

The video signed off to the end cards a recommended video and link to Gemma’s apparent channel that looked like some sort of fitness channel with how she was lifting weights in it. Ochako promised herself to check it out.

For now she subscribed to Midoriya’s channel checking the time to see if she could squeeze in another before going to bed. She was feeling like she could get away with it. The change in pace revitalising in a way. But really she attributed that to Midoriya’s natural cheer and charisma. Somewhere in there she had allowed herself to relax and get swept up in this dorky kids mundane adventure. It was exactly the kind of thing she wanted her parents to experience one day.

This was exactly what she had become a hero for, and now graduation was within her grasp. She just had to push a little more and then she would be out in the world able to do some good for her family and everyone else.

Ochako smiled at the screen, resolving to get some sleep and maybe she could squeeze in another video tomorrow morning. Before she turned off her phone Ochako glanced at the channel's name, snorting to herself. It was perfect.

Green Bean and Bags

#my hero academia #my hero academia au #mha #bnha #asks #ask request #asks welcome

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Manager-nim (Kim Taehyung x OC) 1/2

Pairing: Manager! Kim Taehyung x Actress! Named Female OC

Summary: Actress Kan Hayan has been part of the acting world as long as she can remember. Just when she thought her world was about to collapse, she gets introduced to her new manager, Kim Taehyung.

There was something off about him.

Rating: M

Word Count: 12K

Warnings: Non Con (r*pe). Yandere. Smut. Stalking. Sasaeng Behavior. Smut. Abuse. Obsessive Behavior. Gaslighting. Swearing. Eating Disorder. Puking. Pubic Hair. Weight-Shaming. Masturbation (male). Manipulation. Fingering (female receiving). Oral (female receiving). Blood.

Part two: click here to read

A/N: Hey everybody, this is my first yandere story. While writing this story, different ideas kept coming up. This resulted in making a few changes in the warnings. Read the warnings carefully before reading this story.

A special shout out to @deepdarkdelights for encouraging me to write this story and giving useful feedback.

Let me know what you think of the story.

“Hold it. Hold it. Hold it…and let go,” a young man dressed in black said while the arms of a twenty-eight-year-old woman shakenly gave up. As a result, her upper body dropped on the rubber yoga mat. She could feel her core muscles burning. “Good job,” the charming young man said while reaching his hand out to the woman. “I hate it when you force me to do planks, Jungkook” the woman complained while putting her hand in the man’s hand. “Hey, I am just following the workout program,” Jungkook chuckled and watched how the woman pushed her bangs to the side.

Drops of sweat were visible on her forehead, some even slid down her face and eventually landed on the rubber yoga mat. It stunned the twenty-seven-year-old man how a woman could look so beautiful after an intense work-out routine. “You did well today, Hayan,” the doe-eyed man said while he turned around and grabbed a bottle of cold water. “Do you have to be on set tomorrow?” Jungkook asked as he offered the bottle of water to Hayan. With a smile on her face, Hayan accepted the bottle of water and took a few sips. When the cold liquid moistified her dry throat, the young actress felt euphoric. Instead of answering verbally, Hayan decided to take a few more sips while nodding. Jungkook chuckled when he was satisfied with the silent answer.

Once the bottle was empty, Hayan grabbed her towel and wiped away the sweat on her forehead. “Are you done for today?” Hayan questioned while she ran her thin fingers through her thick black hair. She slightly cringed when her hand touched the sweat on her head. “Unfortunately not, I have two more sessions. One with Yoona and afterwards another one with Jihyun,” Jungkook said while taking off his black cap. Gently he ruffled his long dark brown hair. “They are fun, so you won’t be bored,” Hayan said as she collected her stuff. “True but I just want to go home, eat some spicy ramen and play Overwatch,” Jungkook told the actress. The thought of ramen almost made his mouth water. Hayan chuckled. “Lately I have heard so much about Overwatch,” the celebrity informed her trainer while her mind reminded her the last time she saw an Overwatch ad. “Yeah it recently had a new update with new features,” Jungkook told her while he looked at her. “I see. Anyway, thank you for today,” the twenty-eight-year-old thanked the black-dressed trainer as she threw her towel over her shoulder. “It was my pleasure, Kan Hayan” Jungkook said and smiled at her. Hayan giggled when Jungkook said her full name with his thick Busan accent. “Have a nice evening, Jeon Jungkook,” Hayan playfully imitated his accent. Even though her imitation was impressively spot-on, it made Jungkook laugh. Hearing the actress speak in an unusual manner was always funny to him.

Quietly Kan Hayan walked through the hallways of the sports center. Usually, she would take a quick shower to get rid of the sweat but today the actress was in a good mood so she decided to deal with perspiration a bit longer while she walked to the nearest elevator. During her walk to the elevator, the young actress encountered a few fellow celebrities. Politely she greeted them. She respectfully bowed to her seniors and initiated a short conversation with her juniors. Even though Hayan has been living in the famous and luxurious apartment complex, Jinju Haneul, for a year now she still gets surprised when she sees a fellow celebrity.

Jinju Haneul is a high-quality residential compound that reflects the characteristics of wealth to the maximum extent. From the inside the floors were made from marble, walls were decorated with expensive paintings, crystal chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling and at every corner there was a statue of an influential figure. Even the stairs looked expensive. The apartments had a marvelous view over the Han River. There was a forest nearby where the residents could go to for a peaceful walk without getting bothered by the average folk, curious fans, or nosy reporters. The large building included a gym, an art gallery, daycare center for the celebrities’ children, a movie theatre, and a shopping mall. It was the perfect place if you were part of the group of people who made one million dollars annually.

Hayan looked at her Chanel watch and saw it was almost 9 PM, which means her mother will soon wake up from her nap. Hayan’s mother had some odd habits but since she is her mother Hayan just dealt with it without showing any complaints. Currently, Hayan was not in the mood to deal with her mother. The young performer was not sure whether her mother would be in a good mood or not. So Hayan decided to go to the park to get some fresh air and enjoy the peace while it lasted. With her arms crossed over her chest, the black-haired actress made her way to the nearby forest.

It was a quiet evening. The weather was on the warmer side while a gentle breeze occasionally caressed Hayan’s cheek. There were not many celebrities in the forest, which something Hayan did not mind. Occasionally, she crossed paths with a celebrity mother and her child but other than that Hayan enjoyed the solitude and silence. After walking around for some time, Hayan sat down on a wooden bench. She looked up at the night sky hoping to see some stars but unfortunately, there were no stars to spot.

While Hayan sat on the bench and enjoyed the warm weather, her mind started to wander. With eyes focused on the gravel, her brain reminded the actress of her child actor days. The days when she used to feel uneasy being surrounded by adults. The times her classmates used to bully and ostracize her after Hayan made an appearance in a commercial for a new type of ramen, which was also the same commercial that kicked off her acting career. Some days, the young actress wondered if it was a fair trade to exchange her salad years for her current fame. From time to time, Hayan wondered what her life would have looked like if she had never caught the attention of legendary movie director, Bae Jae-Hwan. Would people have looked at her differently if she had never played in the famous drama, Why Roses Are Never Green? Would she be dancing and drinking in a random club in Itaewon with her friends from college, instead of being trapped in this exhausting lifestyle?

As Hayan slowly delved deeper in her thoughts, she did not notice a dark figure arise from the bushes. Suddenly Hayan felt uneasy, it felt like someone was watching her. The sound of a snapping branch woke her up from her thoughts and brought her back to planet earth. The young superstar looked to the left and saw a silhouette. The silhouette belonged to a man. It was a tall man with broad shoulders. It looked like the man was holding a bag in his hand. Something that caught Hayan’s attention was the man’s bright red hair.

“Can I help you?” Hayan asked hoping that the voice of the stranger might reveal his identity. But alas she did not get any response from the mysterious man. The performer was not sure whether she should call the security or not. The silhouette just stood there. Hayan could feel his gaze burning on her skin. Suddenly the red-haired man started to move and walked towards Hayan. Anxiously, the film star stood up and walked in the opposite direction. She cursed herself when she realized she did not have her phone with her. When the footsteps came closer, Hayan’s heart started to beat faster while her brain tried to come up with an escape plan.

A scream came out of Hayan’s mouth when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. “Hey, are you all right?” a familiar male voice asked her. The female celebrity opened her eyes and looked at the concerned face of Lee Min Ho. “I saw you walking and you looked quite distressed. Is everything okay?” the famous actor asked Hayan while she looked around. There was no sign of the red-haired man. No footprints, no objects that possibly belonged to the man, just nothing. It seemed like what just occurred never happened. “Yeah, I am fine,” Hayan told to Minho and gave him a reassuring smile. Lee Min Ho’s presence made Hayan feel safe again. If the red-haired man decided to show up again, at least now she does not have to face him alone. “Did you spot a reporter?” Minho asked while he looked around, trying to find something or someone what might have caused Hayan to feel anxious. But alas, there were no signs of disturbances.

When Minho offered Hayan to walk her to her apartment, she gladly accepted the kind offer. The two superstars walked next to each other while talking about their latest projects. Once the two former co-stars stood in front of Hayan’s apartment, they wished each other goodnight before parting ways. Hayan’s worries and nervousness melted away when she closed her door behind her. She felt save in her golden cage.

The ticking sound on a keyboard was the only sound that could be heard in the dimly lit room. The source of the light came from a small green desk lamp that was placed on a wooden table.

A middle-aged woman stared intently at the laptop screen. Suddenly she stopped typing and looked up. “Come in,” the woman said and watched how the brown door got pushed open. Her son entered the room.

“Good day, son. What can I do for you?“ the middle-aged woman asked while she looked at her teenage child. “Mother can you do something for me?“ her son asked when he sat on a chair in front of her.

“What is it, dear?“ the woman asked curiously. The young boy grabbed a picture and placed it on the wooden table. It was a picture of a familiar face. A face that the woman has seen multiple times on her television screen.

“Can you make sure she gets accepted?“

It has been now a week since the incident with the red-haired man. The past week, Hayan did not go back to the park. Which was something she was unhappy about, the park was something the actress loved about Jinju Haneul. It was a place where she always went to when she needed to escape her chaotic life or avoid her mother’s outbursts. But Hayan feared that she might encounter the mysterious man again. She could not stop wondering what would have happened if Minho had not been there. Would the stranger have asked her for an autograph and then left quietly? Or would the stranger have disregarded her boundaries and attacked her? There were so many things he could have done to her. The day after the incident, Hayan reported the event to the security team hoping they would quickly capture the intruder and bring back the peace. Unfortunately, it was not her first time being confronted by a confused stranger. The young actress has had her fair share of getting bothered by obsessed fans.

Hayan has been dealing with sasaengs ever since she had her first big break at the age of nine when she starred in a movie alongside with veteran actor Chun Ho-Jin. She still remembers the day when a confused woman showed up at her school and attempted to kidnap her, luckily her father was there to protect Hayan. The incident impacted the nine-year-old girl immensely. So much so that she had to go to a therapist to learn to cope with it. One of the worst incidents she experienced was when she was nineteen. A male fan gave her a plushie during a fan meeting. Initially, the gesture seemed so innocent. The plushie looked so cute that Hayan decided to keep it but the kind gesture was just a cover-up. At the end of the day, she discovered there was a camera inside the plushie. That experience made her sick to her stomach. Causing her to suffer from insomnia for almost two years.

A deep sigh escaped from Hayan’s lips as she folded a pink handwritten fan letter and put it back in its envelope. It was a quiet afternoon in Seoul. Hayan finished early today, which was something she was happy about. She had been on set since 5 am. With little sleep and barely any food in her system, she had to film scenes that were physically exhausting and intense due to all the running and fighting. Hayan put the pink envelope in a box and grabbed another fan letter she received today from her fans, who were waiting for her outside the movie set.

Gently she opened the envelope and pulled the letter out of it. The moment Hayan opened the letter, a metallic and slightly sweet smell entered her nose. When the letter was fully unfolded, a bunch of short black hairs fell out of the letter and landed on Hayan’s hands. A few hairs fell from her hands and landed on her pink silk Burberry dress. Surprised Hayan looked at it but quickly her stomach turned. The black things were pubic hair. Shocked the young actress grabbed a tissue and wiped the black pubic hair off her hands and dress. She felt so dirty knowing that someone else’s pubic hair touched her. Hayan looked at the letter.

Do not talk to Lee Minho, princess. You are mine!!

The words were written in red. Horrified the performer stared at the letter while she tried to remember if she had seen a red-haired man today. No matter how hard Hayan tried but she just simply could not recall a moment when she had encountered the mysterious man. The metallic smell interrupted Hayan’s train of thoughts. A wave of nausea hit her when she realized the letter was written in blood.

Hurriedly, Hayan threw the letter in the nearest trash bin. Without thinking too much, Hayan grabbed the remaining fan letters and threw them in the trash bin. Her skin was crawling while her stomach tried its best to keep her lunch inside.

“Hayan!”

A feminine voice echoed through her luxurious apartment. Hayan recognized the voice, it was her mother’s voice. Hayan took a few deep breaths in order to calm herself. The superstar looked at the trash bin. I will call the maid after this, she thought to herself while she stood up and made her way to her mother.

“Yes, mother?” Hayan asked when she stood in front of her mother. Without saying anything, Hayan’s mother grabbed the young actress by her arm and dragged her to the bathroom. “Take off your clothes!” the middle-aged woman commanded while pushing the superstar closer to the scale. “What?” Hayan asked confused while she tried to understand the situation. “Take it off!!” her mother yelled while looking angrily at her daughter. Afraid and confusticated, Hayan took off her clothes. When she stood naked in front of her mother, she felt uncomfortable. Shivers ran down her spine. Hayan was not sure whether it was because of the chilly bathroom or her mother’s coldness. “Stand on the scale,” Hayan’s mother ordered and watched how her twenty-eight-year-old daughter moved closer to the scale.

Hayan’s mother sighed disappointedly when she saw the number that was shown on the scale. The silence between mother and daughter was killing Hayan. Moments like this she wished there were a script so she could give the appropriate reactions to her mother. Suddenly Hayan’s left cheek started to burn while a handprint became visible on her cheek. Her mother hit her. “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want you to weight above that bloody number?!” the middle-aged woman yelled while she grabbed her daughter’s long black hair and roughly moved Hayan’s face to the scale’s direction, showing her the evidence of something her mother deemed as a sin.

“I am sorry,” Hayan said while tears started to escape from her eyes. After having seen her mother’s ugly side, Hayan was taught it was better to show no reaction. For her safety, it was better to endure her mother’s temper tantrums. But currently, Hayan could not help but let her emotions take over her. She had barely any chance to recover from that terrible fan letter. “Do you want to be seen as a whale?” Hayan’s mother questioned while tightening her grip. When Hayan did not respond, the middle-aged woman got furious. Aggressively, she dragged her daughter to the sink. “Spit the food out that you had earlier!” Hayan’s mother commanded. Hayan stood there while staring at the sink, not knowing how fulfill her mother’s wish. When Hayan’s mother lost her patience, she raised her hand and hit her daughter once again. “SPIT IT OUT NOW!” Hayan’s mother shouted while digging her long nails into Hayan’s skin causing it to bleed. Terrified Hayan attempted to force herself to puke but her body refused to cooperate. Suddenly her mind reminded her of the nasty letter she received a while ago. The blood and pubic hair flashed in front of her eyes while her nose was reminded of the nasty smell.

A satisfied smile appeared on the middle-aged woman while she watched her daughter vomit above the white marble sink. Shocked Hayan looked at the food in the sink while her brain tried to process everything that just had transpired. Gently Hayan’s mother cupped the young actress’ face and looked into Hayan’s red teary eyes. “You did well, darling,” she praised her daughter knowing that if her child continued this curse, she would be desired by the public again.

The silence was the only thing present in the house till a quiet moan disturbed the peace. A brown-haired man sat on a large chair as he stroked his hard length with his right hand. He closed his eyes and pictured the beautiful woman in front of him.

He gently pushed the woman on his bed and looked at her. She was so beautiful. Her innocent face made him almost feel guilty for doing this to her but her curves and her hardened nipples, which were poking through her dress, made him want to sin. He wanted to ruin her innocence and stain her with his filth. Hastily he ripped the green silk dress off her body. Gently his hands traveled over her soft skin while he buried his face in her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. “Please” she whined in his ear. Making him hornier.

“Fuck…” the man moaned while he opened his eyes. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and trickled down his face. Eventually landing on his naked chest. His eyes landed on a photo frame, prompting him to move his hand faster while he tightened his grip. “Aw baby,” he cried out when he reached his climax. He quickly moved closer to the photo frame and shot thick ropes of cum. The cum decorated the photo frame.

The man leaned back on the chair while he took a few breaths to come back from his high. He lowered his eyes and licked his lips while he stared at the picture of Kan Hayan, which was now covered in his cum.

“I love you,”

“Here we are,” Min Yoongi said when he parked the black van in the parking lot. Slowly he turned around and looked at Hayan. The superstar took off her AirPods and looked at her manager. The young actress’ eyes were red, it looked as if she had cried. “Are you all right?” Yoongi asked while looking concerned at Hayan. Lately, she has not been herself. Usually, Hayan would always have dinner with her co-stars to celebrate a successful shooting day but recently she turned down every invitation and went straight to home after she was done filming her parts. “Are you still upset about what happened at the park?” Manager Min questioned as he moved his hand to his bag and grabbed a small bottle. “Yeah, the security said they haven’t found him yet,” Hayan said softly. “That probably means that the guy gave up and found a new hobby. Here this will make the red lines in your eyes disappear,” Yoongi told to the young actress while he handed her the small bottle. The dark-haired man got out of the car to grab some stuff from the trunk. Hayan put a few drops of the solution in her eyes and blinked a few times while her stomach begged her to eat something.

After politely greeting everyone on the set, the superstar made her way to her dressing room to memorize her lines. She was seated on a comfortable chair. A cup of green tea was placed on the table next to her while her makeup artist, Remi, grabbed a bottle of foundation. “Why is your skin so swollen lately?” Remi asked while she looked at Hayan’s puffy cheeks. “Did the agency change your diet?” Remi asked while she squirted some foundation on the back of her hand before grabbing a foundation brush. “Yeah, can you be quiet for now? I am trying to memorize my lines,” Hayan said without looking at Remi. The way how Hayan spoke it was clear that she was annoyed. Hayan did not want to be reminded of her wrongdoings. “All right,” Remi said while she gently applied the foundation on her face.

The entire day, Hayan was on set. Today she had to film so many scenes with her co-star, Kim Seokjin. The two got along well. He was kind and cracked a few dad jokes to make Hayan feel comfortable before they had to shoot their steamy make-out scenes. Hayan and Seokjin are familiar with each other. Before getting cast for this movie, the two good-looking stars were the face of a skincare brand and last June they were on the cover of Vogue Korea. Due to their frequent collaborations, the public was convinced that the two stars were romantically involved with each other, despite both of their agencies had denied the rumor.

Currently, it was almost 11 pm and all cast members were preparing to shoot the final scene for the day. Kan Hayan was resting in her dressing room. She was enjoying the quietness until it got interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in,” Hayan said while she opened her eyes and watched her manager enter the room. “Hey, Jisoo wants to talk to you,” Yoongi said while he tried to hide his nervousness. “Kim Jisoo?” Hayan asked while raising her eyebrow. Yoongi nodded and left the room before Hayan could ask any more questions. Hayan did not understand why her other co-star wanted to talk to her. Ever since a reporter wrote an absurd article about Hayan and the nation’s favorite contemporary dancer, Park Jimin, there has been some tension between two movie stars. Hayan had multiple times explained to Jisoo why she was at Jimin’s house and that there was no romance between the two despite all the speculations. Maybe Jisoo had finally realized that her rudeness towards Hayan was unjustified and now she wants to apologize for it.

While walking to Jisoo’s dressing room, Hayan had a strange feeling. Her senses told her to turn around and go back but for some reason. Gently Hayan knocked on the door when she stood in front of Jisoo’s dressing room. “Enter,” Jisoo said from the other side of the door. When Hayan entered the dressing room, she got greeted by Jisoo and another woman. It took a moment before it dawned on Hayan who the other person was, it was Jisoo’s younger sister Jennie. Kim Jennie was a famous rapper and singer Korea, she was loved for her beauty and often praised for her singing and rapping skills. Hayan did not understand why Jisoo’s younger sister was present on the set. Suddenly Jisoo stood up from the bright pink couch and walked towards Hayan. “Have fun, Jen,” Jisoo said while she bumped her shoulder against Hayan’s. With a smirk on her face, the pretty actress left her dressing room. Hayan turned back to Jennie and watched how she stood up from the couch. She did not like the atmosphere in the room, it felt hostile and unsafe. Hayan wanted to turn around and leave the room.

“I heard you were spending time with Jimin,” Jennie said while she looked at Hayan. “Uhm I am sorry but what is going on?” Hayan asked while watching how Jennie came closer to her. “You don’t get it, sweetie? It’s because you’re just too dumb.” Jennie responded. Hayan was caught off guard with Jennie’s unkind remark. Before Hayan had the chance to respond, Jennie grabbed Hayan’s shirt and pulled her closer. “You think you are so precious, don’t you?” the rapper said while she watched how the actress looked shocked at her. “I need to g-” Hayan did not get the chance to finish her sentence, a painful slap landed on Hayan’s cheek. “You are always going from one man to the other. Don’t you think that your reckless behavior is hurting some people?” Jennie questioned. Tears streamed over Hayan’s cheeks as she tried to come up with a plan to escape.

With a smirk on her face, Jennie watched in silence how the talented actress seemed so small and weak. On screens, she portrayed herself as a tough woman but Hayan had a hard time defending herself. Suddenly the silence between the two celebrities got interrupted by the director yelling everyone to come on the set so they can shoot the final scene. Hayan looked at Jennie and started to wonder if this was the right moment to scream for help. “See you later, sister” Jennie suddenly said while she grabbed her black leather jacket and left the distraught actress behind. Not wanting to upset the director, Hayan quickly got up and wiped her tears away. With trembling legs, she made her way to the set.

“All right let’s quickly do the water scene…Action!” the movie director said as he sat back behind a screen and watched how the actors portrayed their characters. When it was time for Hayan’s character to make an appearance, the distressed actress remained in her position. Countless questions and thoughts floated through her brain while her stomach desperately looked for food in her system to keep her going. Suddenly a warm landed on Hayan’s shoulder. A scream escaped from her lips while her heart was racing. “Are you all right?” Jisoo asked while a devilish smile appeared on her angelic face.

Suddenly all the noises slowly got muted while the bright studio lamps became blinding. Hayan felt her body becoming weaker. Her heartbeat became irregular while her body tried to keep itself warm. Her brain was sending so many signals but none of them got received. Jisoo stood there and watched how her co-star fell on the ground while trying to stay conscious. Jisoo sat next to her and wiped her tears away.

“Don’t worry Hayan, he will take good care of you,”

The smell of carbolic acid and flowers made their way into Hayan’s nose when she opened her eyes and blinked a few times. The brightness in the room almost made the young actress believe she was in heaven but those thoughts quickly came to an end when she realized she was in a hospital room. She looked around the room and noticed a bunch of flowers, stuffed toys and baskets filled with food were placed on a table close to her bed. The quietness in the room got interrupted when a deep groan echoed through the room. Hayan startled when the sound entered her ears. Suddenly she realized one of her hands was warmer than the other one, she looked down and saw a large hand holding her right hand. She traced her eyes from the hand to a wrist afterwards following to an arm and eventually landing on the face of a man.

Who is this? Hayan asked herself while she stared at the sleeping man. He had thick dark eyebrows. His eyes were closed but they were big. His eyelashes were long, thick, and curled. His nose was slightly larger while his lips were pink with a layer of lip balm. His hair was dark blond and slicked back. His outfit looked quite formal. A white blouse hugged his body while a green gilet added some color. The green-tie matched his gilet. The guy was breathtakingly handsome.

Hayan stared at him. There was something familiar about him.

Suddenly the silence in the room got interrupted by the sound of a door getting pushed open. Hayan quickly pulled her hand out of the tight grip, causing the unknown man to groan and open his eyes. “You’re finally awake,” the charming man said while he smiled. His voice was a lot deeper than Hayan expected to be. The way he spoke it was similar to Yoongi’s. He was, just like Yoongi, from the south. His smile was unique, it did not have the sideways half-moon shape like everyone else. His smile resembled a square. The unknown man trapped Hayan’s hand in his large hand while looking at her with his dark piercing eyes. Hayan tried to look away but no matter how hard she tried, she just could not look away.

“Good morning Ms. Kan,” a feminine voice interrupted the somewhat staring contest between the two adults. Hayan wanted to pull her hand out of the grip once again but this time the man tightened his grip, making it impossible for her to escape his grasp. “I am doctor Yang. I hope you had a good sleep,” Dr. Yang said while she stepped closer to her. “Wha- what happened?” Hayan asked with confusion written all over her face. “You fainted on the set” the handsome mysterious man informed the young actress. “Who are you?” Hayan asked while roughly pulling her hand out his grip. Even though her hand was pressed against her chest, she could still feel his warmth on her hand.

“How impolite of me. I am Kim Taehyung, your new manager,” the dark-blond-haired man said while bowing to her. “New ma- Where’s Yoongi?” Hayan asked while looking around the room, hoping to see something that proved that Yoongi had been in the room. “He is fired,” Taehyung revealed to Hayan. “Why?” Hayan asked while looking disbelieved at Taehyung. “Because he failed to take care of you,” Hayan’s new manager said to her. “What do you mean? He took good care of me,” the young actress defended her former manager. “He failed to recognize you were suffering from an eating disorder,” Dr. Yang weighed in.

Hearing those words coming from a professional silenced the actress. It was something she was fully aware of yet she refused to admit it. “Aside from that you were also overworked and exhausted,” Dr. Yang added while Hayan was hesitating whether she should accept the revelation or not. “I know this is quite the shock but see it as a wake-up call. Being underweight will have serious repercussions on your health,” the doctor told to the actress. Hayan slowly nodded and looked at the doctor. “I will send the results along with the right recovery plan to Mr. Jung so that you can convalesce,” he said and gave the performer a hopeful smile.

“Hayan wake up,” a baritone voiced as whispered into Hayan’s ear as a warm hand gently landed on her hand. The black-haired actress opened her eyes and looked at her new manager who smiled at her with his famous boxy smile. “The plane has landed,” Taehyung informed her while he unbuckled his belt. Hayan copied his action and grabbed her red Burberry bag. Like a shadow the performer followed her manager and exited the plane. Hayan’s body was wide awake while her mind was still at sleep. Prior getting get stuck in a plane with her manager, she was on set for ten hours straight. Just as usually she gave it her all knowing that she will be able to catch up on sleep the coming two weeks.

While Taehyung was busy texting with Kim Namjoon, the CEO of RM Entertainment. The dark-blond-haired man informed his boss about their safe arrival in Toronto and the current wellbeing of Hayan. The actress’ head rested against the car window while she looked out of the window. The streets of Toronto look much more peaceful, Hayan thought to herself as watched how people walked through the streets. After a peaceful thirty-minute car ride, the two adults arrived safely at Shangri-La Hotel.

“So what do think?” Taehyung asked as he put the suitcases in a corner and looked at Hayan, who was standing in front a large window. “The suite is marvelous,” the actress said while enjoying the beautiful city view. “That’s great to hear,” her new manager said when he stood next to her. “Why don’t you take a shower while I order some food,” Taehyung suggested as he secretly admired the performer’s beauty. Even with dark circles under her eyes and chapped lips, she still looked breathtakingly beautiful. Hayan nodded and made her way to the bathroom.

The white marble bathroom reminded her a lot of her home back in Seoul. Hayan filled the bathtub with warm water and add a few drops of lavender as she undressed herself. Without wasting too much time, she stepped into the bathtub and unwind when the lavender scent entered her nose. Being in a foreign country without any work commitments felt weird to the young actress. Knowing that her schedule for the coming two weeks will be empty, made her feel weird. Hayan has been working as an actress as long as she can remember. When was even the last time she properly relaxed? While the warm water relaxed her sore muscles, Hayan looked out of the window and enjoyed the city view. Once the water had turned cold, Hayan got up and dried her wet body with a soft towel.

When the actress entered the bedroom, she quickly put a white blouse that provided gave her enough comfort to move around easily while a tight blue pair of jeans hugged her legs snugly. Just when Hayan wanted to blow dry her long black hair, something caught her attention. An orange velvet blanket was placed on her bed. Without any explanations or much thought, anger and disgust took over her body. “Taehyung!” Hayan called as she stared at the velvet blanket. “Yes?” Taehyung asked when he entered the bedroom and looked at the actress. “Get that hideous thing out of this room,” Hayan said as she pointed at the velvet blanket. “Uhm alright…?” Taehyung said and he walked to the bed. “Do you want me to get a new velvet blanket?” manager Kim asked as he grabbed the orange velvet blanket. “I hate velvet, you can use it but keep that thing away from me,” Hayan said angrily. She did not understand why the woven tufted fabric always made her feel disgusted but it for some reason. Every time Hayan saw something that was made from velvet, it did not only make her feel sick on the inside but it also made her skin crawl.

The first three days in Toronto was peaceful. Hayan was the entire time in the luxurious bedroom and spending her time reading the books she always wanted to read or sleeping. On the fourth day was about the end the same way as it did the previous three nights till a sudden knock on the door broke the silence in Hayan’s bedroom. “Come in,” the actress said as she looked up and saw her new manager enter the room. “Hey, are you hungry?” Taehyung asked when he sat on the bed. Hayan shook her head and looked back at her book. For a moment there was an awkward silent between the two adults. Even though they have known each other for a month now, but there is was always a strange feeling Hayan felt when she was around her new manager. “You know, food is not your enemy,” Taehyung said to Hayan. Surprised she looked up at Taehyung. “I know you are feeling a lot pressure from the company and the public to look psychically appealing but does not mean you should sacrifice your health,” the dark-blond-haired man said as he looked at Hayan’s collarbones. “I am fi-,” Hayan did not get the chance to finish her sentence because Taehyung quickly interrupted her by saying: “Hayan, please take a proper care of yourself. Look what your refusal of eating food did to you,” It were words the actress did not wanted to hear. She did not want to be reminded with the fact that something was wrong with her. “Don’t let your mother take control of what’s yours,” Taehyung as he carefully put his hand hers. Confused the young performer looked at her manager. How did he know something she had never mentioned?

Before Hayan could let Taehyung’s word sink in, she found herself sitting in the living room with her manager. Various types Chinese food was placed in front of her. The food smelled so delicious while everything looked so delectable. “Here try this,” Taehyung as he picked up four-leafed shaped wrapper with his wooden chopsticks. “What is it?” she asked while the smell entered her nose. “It’s called Cream Cheese Rangoon,” the dark-blond-haired man said and held it close to Hayan’s lips. “I am not hungry,” the twenty-eight-year-old woman said as she moved back to create more distance between herself and the delicious smelling food. Just at that moment Hayan’s stomach cried out for food. Taehyung chuckled. “I think your stomach thinks otherwise,” the twenty-nine-year-old said as he moved closer to her. “Please just one bite, if you don’t like it then you can go back to the bedroom and I will leave you alone,” Taehyung pleaded as he looked at her with puppy eyes. Hayan looked into his dark eyes. They were beautiful yet mysterious. His eyes shape, his eyebrows, the tiny mole on his lower eyelid. It all seems to familiar. Why does it feel like Hayan had experienced this before?

“Have we met each other before?” Hayan asked while her brain dug deep to find a memory. The question caught Taehyung off as he moved back and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “That’s very unlikely, Ms. Kan,” The man said as he looked away. The actress shook her head, she must have mistaken this moment with a scene she had played in a movie or drama. “Can I try some of the chicken?” Hayan asked. “Yeah sure, please dig in,” Taehyung said while he brough the plate of chicken closer to the female performer. When the honey sesame chicken touched Hayan’s taste buds, she felt overjoyed. The piece of chicken luscious. “Not bad,” Hayan said and looked at her manager. “Not bad? The chicken is succulent and well-seasoned,” Taehyung spoke with his mouth full of food. The actress could not help but to chuckle.

As the two adults ate while watching a Canadian tv-show. From the corner of her eye, Hayan kept an eye on her manager. Suddenly a tune echoed caught Taehyung’s attention. “An email from Namjoon?” Hayan asked as she picked up some noodles with her chopsticks and ate it. “No, a notification from my game,” Taehyung said while he put down his chopsticks and started to play a game. “Game? What kind of game?” the black-haired woman asked as she moved closer to him to get a glimpse of the game. Taehyung chuckled. Her curious face is so cute, he thought to himself as he pushes his laptop closer to her. “It’s a first-person shooting game,” he explained as he showed her how he shot someone in the game. “Do you want to try?” Taehyung asked out of the blue. “I have never played games like this before,” Hayan said as a hint of pink shade appeared on her cheeks. Oh, Hayan your cuteness is killing me, Taehyung thought to himself as he stared at her. “Well there’s a first for everything,” the tall man said and put his laptop on the actress’ lap. He quickly explained which buttons needed to be pressed. Once he was done, he grabbed his plate and continued to eat while he watched Hayan play the game.

After losing for the fifth time, Hayan pushed the laptop away. “You play,” she said as her lips formed a pout. Please Hayan do not do that, it reminds me of when… his thoughts got interrupted when Hayan poked his cheek. “Hey, pay attention, you almost got shot,” Hayan said. Her brief yet gentle touch gave him goosebumps.

While Taehyung was playing the game, the actress sat next to him and watched him play. Hayan looked at Taehyung and studied his features. From his eye-catching facial characteristics to the texture of his skin.

Why does he look so familiar?

Rays of sun found pierced though the small opening between the white curtains and illuminated the luxurious hotel bedroom. Hayan was sleeping peacefully. Her head rested on a red satin pillow while a thick blanket kept her body warm. Suddenly the tranquility came to an end when a warm hand gently caressed her cheek.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” a deep voice whispered. Hayan was too deep in her sleep to give a response. Taehyung chuckled and laid next to her on the bed. Adoringly he watched her sleep. In his eyes she looked like an angel. If he could, he would watch her sleep all day long. The dark-blond-haired man moved closer to the actress and gently placed a kiss on her cheek. The kiss was too light and gentle to be noticed. “I've missed you since you left me …Are you still mad at me?” Taehyung talked into her small ear. A smile appeared on the man’s face when the woman groaned when a sunbeam found its way to land on the actress’ face. She rubbed her eyes while moving her away to avoid the sun ray. Taehyung quickly got off the bed when Hayan opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Good morning,” she said with her morning voice. It sounded like music in his ears. “Good morning, did you sleep well?” he asked as he walked to the window and opened the curtains. “Yeah,” Hayan said as she kicked her blankets away. While Taehyung was ordering breakfast by calling the room service, Hayan took a quick shower. Once dry, the actress grabbed a green satin dress with a floral print. To complete her outfit, she put pink diamond earrings in her ear. When she was satisfied with the way she looked, the actress made her way to the living room.

“You kept those earrings from high school? How sweet,” Taehyung asked as a grin appeared on his face. “High school? How do you know that?” Hayan asked while she tried to remember when she ever told him about the earrings. “Yeah, don’t you remember? You told me about them when we were in the car on our way for your Harper's Bazaar shoot,” Taehyung told as he walked to her and stood in front of her. The actress raised her eyebrow. “I did?” Hayan asked while her mind replayed the memory of that day in her head. The only thing she can remember from that car ride was that it was quiet and awkward. “Yeah,” Taehyung as he chuckled. “You must have forgotten about it since you were so tired that day,” the dark-blond-haired man said as he gently wrapped a loose strand of black hair around his finger. Confusion was written all over Hayan’s face. She can clearly remember that day but she cannot recall the moment she mentioned the earring let alone talked about her high school days. “Don’t worry too much about it, the memory will come back again at some point,” Taehyung said while he carefully put the strand of hair behind her ear and looked at the pink diamond earring.

After having eaten breakfast, the two adults agreed to go to Art Gallery of Ontario. They walked next to each other while looking at the beautiful paintings. “Hayan look,” Taehyung called the actress as he stood next to a painting and imitated to comical facial expression of the woman on the painting. Hayan looked at him and laughed.

“Tell me something about this one,” Hayan asked when the man and woman stood in front of a painting of a woman. “This is called Portrait of a Lady with a Lap Dog and it is painted by the famous Dutch painter, Rembrandt van Rijn. Many people speculate that the woman in the painting is his daughter-in-law,” Taehyung lectured the actress about the painting. The way how the tall spoke about the painting felt like déjà vu to her. “You told me this before,” Hayan suddenly said as she tried to remember when Taehyung had ever told her about the painting. “Oh? When?” Taehyung asked as he looked confused at her. “A long time ago,” she said when she looked at him. Was the meeting in the hospital really our first encounterment? Hayan asked herself. “Silly how can I have told this long time ago when we have only known each other for a month?” Taehyung asked while he moved closer to her. “You are right. Sorry,” Hayan said as she shook her head. “Are you sure you had a good sleep?” the charming man asked while looking concerned at the actress.

“Yeah I did. I am sorry, I am not used to not working for this long,” the female performer expressed. That must be why I am having those weird thoughts, she told herself. “Hey, try to relax a bit,” Taehyung said as he put his large on her shoulder.

On the evening before their departure, the adults were in the living room. Keeping each other entertained with strong liquor and jazz music. The living room had an aura of serenity.

“You’re lying,” Hayan said as she grabbed her glass of strong liquor and took a sip. The strong drink burned her throat. Drinking was something she rarely did but being in the present of Taehyung she felt safe. “Aw that’s sad, you deserve better,” the actress told to the dark-blond-haired man, who just told a sad story about his high school crush who rejected him. “What about you? Have you ever had a crush on someone in high school?” Taehyung while he moved closer to the coffee table and refilled his glass. “Uhm this might sound stupid but I can’t barely remember anything from high school. During my teenage years, I was so busy with acting. I had hardly any time to make friends and live like a normal teenager,” Hayan told her as she tried to dig up some memories from her high school days but everything was just one vague time for her. “Do you regret it? You know having to miss out on the chance to live like a normal teen?” Taehyung asked with full interest. “I am not sure if regret is the correct term to describe it…I guess we all have to sacrifice something for happiness,” Hayan said and took another sip of her drink. “Wise words for a cute girl,” Taehyung said. The two adults looked at each other and laughed.

While the alcohol slowly started to take over her mind, Hayan started to feel tired. Her vision became blurry while her head began to spin. The actress watched how Taehyung’s lips moved but none of his words entered her ears. Suddenly she felt a warm hand massaging her shoulder. “Are you alright?” the deep-voiced man asked as he moved closer to her and his hands roamed over her body. His touch felt safe and gentle. A soft moan escapes from her lips when she felt the thin strap of her top slide off her shoulder. Before Hayan could comprehend what was going on, she found herself straddled on Taehyung’s lap.

“Shall I tell you a secret?” the man asked as he grabbed the hem of her top and slowly lifted it up. “Mmm?” was the only response Hayan could give. “You have always been my favorite actress. You are more beautiful than Shin Hye or Hyun Joo and definitely far more talented than Ji Eun or Tae Hee,” Taehyung told her as he threw her top somewhere in the room. His jaw dropped when he looked at her topless body. He wrapped his arms around her and gently pressed kisses on her collar bones and in her neck. Mindlessly Hayan combed her finger through his thick hair. When Taehyung found her sensitive spot in her neck, she grabbed a handful of hair.

A moan escaped from her lips when Taehyung gently bit her sensitive spot. “I knew I had to have you when you played in Little Soah,” the dark-blond-haired said while he placed his hands under her thighs and stood up from the couch with the actress in his arms. Without thinking clearly, Hayan pulled him closer towards her and kissed him deeply.

Once the two adults were in Hayan’s bedroom, Taehyung gently put her on the bed and hastily he took off his clothes. While Hayan was in and out of consciousness, Taehyung crawled towards her and kissed her again.

High-pitched moans and deep grunts filled the luxurious hotel room while the moon shone its rays of light into the room when a soft breeze gently pushed the white curtains to the side.

With eyes filled with lust, the twenty-nine-year-old man watched how Hayan bit her lip when Taehyung slowly pushed his long fingers deep into her pussy. The way how her walls stretched around his fingers gave him goosebumps. Her warmth and wetness were enough to make him cum right then and there, but he pushed his urges to the side and focused on the naked actress underneath him.

As a teenager, Taehyung used to fantasize about how it would feel to be inside his favourite actress. So many nights he spent wondering about what she would taste like. Every time Taehyung watched porn, all he could think about was what it would feel like to try out those positions with her. Would she enjoy riding him or did she prefer to get it from behind? But now that he finally has her in his hands, Taehyung was looking forward to turning his fantasies into reality.

Hayan let out a scream when she felt something wet touching her clit. She raised her head and looked down to see what caused her to feel this sudden tingling between her legs. Her cheeks reddened when she was met with the sight of Taehyung’s face between her legs. Just when Hayan parted her red lips to say something, Taehyung trapped her clit between his lips and started sucking. The moans that came from her lips sounded like music in Taehyung’s ears.

The young actress bit her lower lip while she tried to hold in her moan but failed to do so. A whiny moan echoed in the room while Taehyung curled his fingers. The way how Hayan frowned gave away that she was so close to climaxing. Taehyung smirked and decided to give her an extra push to reach her climax. While his long fingers went deeper in her, his tongue flicked her clit. His tongue movements were fast and hard while his fingers quickened its pace.

Hayan curled her toes and let out another high-pitched moan when she hit her climax. Amused and prideful, Taehyung watched how Hayan drowned in pleasure. She looked so beautiful when she came. Taehyung slowed down his pace and helped Hayan ride out her climax.

Hayan closed her eyes while she slowly came back from her high. Taehyung licked his fingers, she tasted so sweet. His fantasies are nothing compared to reality. Once his fingers were clean he moved closer to her and pressed gentle kisses on her cheek while his arm snaked around her waist and held her tightly. Being skin-to-skin was enough for him to become horny again. He wanted his dick in her mouth. He wanted to decorate her walls with his cum. But seeing how his favourite actress was slowly drifting into sleep, he suppressed his desires.

Now that we are finally together, we have all the time in world to get to know each other better, Taehyung thought to himself while he gently grabbed her chin with his thumb and index finger. Slowly he turned her head towards him. Their faces were close to each other that their noses were touching. Tenderly Taehyung pressed his lips against hers.

“Don’t worry Hayanie, manager Kim will take care of you.”

The tantalizing aroma of cooking onions and garlic in a pan wafted in Taehyung’s kitchen while he carefully moved the two ingredients around in the pan.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” a gentle voiced asked him. He looked over his shoulder and saw his favorite actress standing in his kitchen. “I am very sure. Don’t worry about it,” Taehyung said as he brought his attention back to the pan and added the cut vegetables into the hot pan. “Alright, if you need anything then let me know,” Hayan said as she walked back to the living room.

When she sat on the couch, the actress looked around. The living room had a cozy vibe. The colors warm toned made her feel comfortable while a few expensive looking paintings caught her attention. Even though it was her first time being at Taehyung’s place, somewhat the place felt familiar to her. As if she had been here before. She was not sure why she had that feeling. Maybe it was because the living room was organized like the typical rich people way.

“Dinner is ready,” Taehyung said from the kitchen. Hayan put a book down and stood up from the couch. “It smells amazing,” the actress said when she sat at the dining table and looked at the food on her plate. “Thanks, hopefully it tastes as good as it smells,” the tall man said as he sat next to her. “Is life fun when you are twenty-nine-year-old?” Hayan asked when she picked some noodles with her chopsticks. “It’s so fun, you will have the best time of your life,” Taehyung said sarcastically. The man’s response made the actress laugh. “29 really sounds old,” the female performer teased while she looked at the dark-blond-haired man. “At least you won’t be turning thirty later in the year,” Taehyung said and looked at Hayan. The woman laughed: “Well in that case, I will make sure 29 will be my best year,”.

When the two adults finished their meals, they decided to do the dishes together. “I cannot wait to see your reaction when you get your birthday gift,” Taehyung said teasingly. All day long, the man had been reminding the actress that he had a special gift for her without dropping any hints. Hayan sighed annoyed. “If you are not going to say what it is, then don’t mention it,” she said while she dried the wet plate with a kitchen towel. “Why? Is someone getting excited about it?” Taehyung asked as he splashed some of the water to her. “Hey!” Hayan giggled and threw the wet kitchen towel to the tall man. “I am done doing the dishes,” she said while stepping away from him. The man chuckled at her cute action. After all these you are still the same cute girl, he thought to himself.

“Alright close your eyes,” Taehyung said as he held a box behind him. Hayan gave him a suspicious look but still followed his instruction. Carefully Taehyung put the box in front of the actress and carefully took out the creature. “Open your eyes,” the deep-voiced man said as he held the creature in front of her. When Hayan opened her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of a tiny Pomeranian. Her big eyes got bigger as she stared surprised at the tiny dog. “Happy birthday Hayan,” Taehyung said as he carefully placed the puppy on her lap. Attentively Hayan lifted the little black fluffy dog and look at it. “It’s a boy,” Taehyung informed the actress as he watched her observe the puppy.

“Taehyung, I am speechless. I don’t know what to say,” the actress confessed while she put the puppy in her arms and hugged it. “Luckily, you told me that you liked Pomeranians otherwise I had no idea which breed I had to choose,” Taehyung told her. “Have we ever talked about dogs?” Hayan asked confused as she put the puppy down, giving it some space to walk around. “Yeah,” was Taehyung response. You told it to me a while ago, he thought to himself as he watched her play with the dog. “Do you have a name for him?” Hayan’s manager asked when the black puppy ran towards to the man and jumped on his lap. “Maybe Yeontan?” Hayan said while looking at the dog. “What a cute name,” Taehyung said.

The adults played with Yeontan while they talked about random topics. Hayan did not know how to express her happiness. She looked Taehyung, who was playing with Yeontan, and felt a strange feeling in her stomach. Hayan had no idea who to describe the feeling but it felt pleasant. Is this what they mean with butterflies in your stomach? The actress questioned herself. Whatever you called this feeling, Hayan would not mind feeling that sensation in her stomach again.

“Oh no,” Hayan said as she watched Yeontan pee on the ground. “Tannie,” Taehyung sighed while walking towards the tiny dog. Yeontan knew he was in trouble so began to tremble, wondering what his owner would do. “It alright, puppies do that all the time,” Hayan said while she carefully picked up the dog and planted a few kisses on his head. “Here, hold him while I go grab a cloth,” the actress said while she gently pushes Yeontan in Taehyung’s arms. Before Taehyung could respond, Hayan had already turned around and left the room.

The black-haired woman walked through the halls of Taehyung’s mansion, trying to find the nearest bathroom. The young performer halted her tracks when a bright blue door caught her attention. That must be the bathroom, Hayan thought to herself. Carefully she pressed down the door handle and pushed the door open. When the actress was inside the room, she started to get shivers. It was not a bathroom but a bedroom. The room was big but neat. The walls were burgundy while the furniture was dark brown. The golden decorations made the room look expensive. There was a strange vibe in the room. Goose bump appeared on her arms as she slowly walked further into the room. The room felt familiar to her, she swore that she had been here before. While the twenty-nine-year-old woman walked closer to the bed, her mind dug deeper into her brain. When Hayan stood in front of the bed, she looked at the red velvet blanket. With trembling fingers, she reached out for the blanket. When her cold fingers touched the soft fabric, her mind unlocked a memory.

“I remember,” Hayan whispered to herself.

“Let’s talk here,” a nineteen-year-old boy said as he pushed the blue door open and looked at the eighteen-year-old girl. The way how she fiddled the hem of her skirt with her thin fingers it was clear that she was nervous. “Taehyung I already said what I had to say at school,” Hayan said as she looked into the big eyes of the boy. “It won’t take too long. Please listen to what I have to say,” Taehyung pleaded while he pouted like a puppy. Her mind told her to reject his invitation and to return to Jisoo but her heart convinced her to give Taehyung a chance. So she nodded and entered the spare bedroom.

When Taehyung closed to bedroom door behind him, he took off his blazer and moved closer to the girl. “I want to apologize for my rude remarks,” the boy said as he ran his long fingers through his thick long hair. Hayan did not like the atmosphere in the room, it felt unsafe. “Apology accepted. I also want to apologize for hurting you by rejecting your confession but I really cannot accept it,” the young starlet said without realizing that her words triggered the boy’s anger. Taehyung’s hands turned into a fist while his mind reminded him of the humiliating event that happened a few days ago. “It’s alright, but can I ask you something?” Taehyung asked as he swallowed his anger away. Hayan nodded as Taehyung reminded himself to calm down. “Would you want to give it a try after you are done shooting the drama?” the long black-haired boy asked. There was a silence between the adolescents.

Kan Hayan loved Kim Taehyung. There was no denying in that. He caught her attention the moment she entered the classroom for the first time three years ago. It was not a surprise why all the girls in school had a crush on him. He was an Adonis. She could stare at him for hours doing nothing and still she would feel fulfilled. She liked his personality. Unlike other rich teenagers, he was kind and well-mannered. A real gentleman stuck in a teenager’s body. When the rumor of Taehyung having a crush on Hayan made its way around school and eventually reached the actress, she did not believe it. How could to the eldest son of the Kim family fall for a young girl who aspired to be an actress?

Hayan’s heart told her to accept his confession but her brain quickly interfered and reminded the young starlet that she cannot be in a relationship. She needed to focus on her acting career. “I am sorry Taehyung but currently I want to focus on my acting career,” Hayan told the tall boy. His long black hair covered his eyes. The girl was not able to see the anger and disappointment in the boy’s eyes. “You like Hoseok, don’t you?” Taehyung asked angrily while the memory of Hayan and Hoseok in the park flashed in front of him. “No, there’s nothing between us,” Hayan explained. The anger in black-haired boy’s voice scared the eighteen-year-old girl.

Suddenly Taehyung grabbed Hayan by her arms and pushed her on the bed. Roughly she landed on the red velvet blanket. The tall boy jumped on her and grabbed her wrists. “Taehyung!” Hayan shouted as he pinned her wrists above her head. The black-haired boy held her down with one hand while his other hand aggressively ripped her shirt open. The view of her bra made his mouth water. He waited for so long to have her underneath him. A scream escaped from the girl’s mouth while she tried to break free from his tight grip. Growing tired of her struggle, Taehyung untied his Gucci scarf and tied her wrists to the bed.

Just when Hayan opened her mouth to scream for help, Taehyung bend down and placed his lips on hers. Her lips were soft, just like how he imagined. Hayan immediately closed her lips, refusing to let Taehyung enter her mouth. Like python, Taehyung’s long fingers wrapped around her neck and slowly his grip got tighter. His lips moved from her lips to her ear. “Did you really think I would not notice how you giggled at Hoseok’s jokes?” Taehyung’s hot air caressed Hayan’s ear while she tried to kick him off her. “Taehyung please stop,” Hayan sobbed as tears escaped from her eyes. Aggressively Taehyung placed his lips on hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. He moaned in her when his tongue meets hers. The way how Hayan’s tongue tried to push Taehyung’s tongue out of her mouth, turned Taehyung on. He tightened his grip around her neck as he kissed her deeper. Hayan attempted to kick him as she tried to catch her breath.

By the time Taehyung was done kissing her, Hayan had become tired from all the struggling and lack of oxygen. With a smirk on his face, Taehyung tore her bra. “Baby,” he groaned as he looked at her breasts. They were perfect. They were perfectly round and perky. Taehyung could not wait anymore, he let go of her neck and grabbed her breasts. They fitted perfectly in his hands. He roughly fondled it while he trapped a pink nipple from the other breast in his mouth. He sucked it, licked it, bit it. When he was done with it, he moved back and smiled proudly how the once pink nipple is red now.

“HELP!” Hayan screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping that someone would hear it. “Baby I need you to be quiet,” Taehyung said as he sat on her hips. “I beg you, please stop. If you let me go, I will stay away from you. I promise I will never tell this to anyone,” Hayan sobbed as tears ran down her cheeks. Her body started to tremble out of fear. The idea of what Taehyung wanted to do to her scared her. “I want you to be with me. I want you to be mine, Hayanie,” Taehyung said as he hands traveled down her body and stopped when his long fingers came in contact with her skirt. The way how her nickname rolled off his tongue made her nauseous. Another scream came out of her mouth when the black-haired boy pulled her skirt down. “Shut up!” Taehyung said as he looked at her and spat at her. The spit landed on her cheek. The idea of how her tear got mixed with his spit, made Taehyung hard. Without wasting too much time, the tall boy grabbed a pillow and placed it on the starlet’s face.

Taehyung licked his lips as he pulled down her underwear. The view of her pussy made him salivate. He planted gentle kisses on her stomach as he roughly pushed her legs apart. Taehyung collected some spit and spat it on her clit. Gently he rubbed it as he watched how his spit dripped down from her clit. He licked her clit. Suck it. Bit it. Slapped it. Pinched it. While Taehyung was playing with her clit, Hayan was trying her best to fill her lungs with air. When the eighteen-year-old heard Taehyung unzipping his pants, she started to panic.

Taehyung positioned himself between her legs. “I love you so much,” Taehyung said as he pushed himself into her cunt. The pain halted Hayan’s struggle. It felt like the world had stopped turning and everything became muted. The black-haired boy pulled himself back just to slam back inside the scared girl. While the sound of smacking of skin-on-skin echoed through the room, Hayan’s brain send multiple signals. It wanted Hayan to scream louder, to tug her wrists harder to break free, to raise her knees to kick him off. But none of the signals got received, her body was frozen.

The way how her walls clenched around his length made Taehyung moan. He drowned in a wave of pleasure when he pushed himself deeper, he could feel his length rubbing against her cervix. Feeling him hit her cervix hurt Hayan but her body showed no reaction. Taehyung removed the pillow from Hayan and kissed her roughly on the lips. His thrusts were fast and deep while his tongue gently and carefully explored her mouth. Ecstasy rushed through him as he felt his climax coming closer and closer. Taehyung’s grabbed her hips tightly as he slammed harder.

He felt euphoric when he covered her walls with cum. He looked through his bangs and watched how Hayan closed her eyes. Gently he kisses her tears away as he slowed his movements.

Once Hayan was untied, her body unfroze. She was in a lot of pain while Taehyung’s touch still lingered on her skin. She felt dirty, ashamed, and weak. So many thoughts went through her mind but it was impossible to get them in control. When the boy grabbed his shirt, Hayan got up and quickly collected her stuff. Taehyung sat on the bed and watched how Hayan limped hastily out of the room. “I will wait for you,” he quickly said to her.

“Mom!” the eighteen-year-old shouted as she slammed the door behind her. “Mom!!” Hayan sobbed as she walked to the living room. Every step she took, a wave of pain went through her body. “Hayan,” her mother said concerned as she looked at her distraught daughter. She looked like a mess. Her once neatly bun was not nothing but a mess, her shirt had a few rips. Her body was trembling uncontrollably while blood dripped down her thighs.

“What happened?” Hayan’s mother asked as she walked closer to her daughter and grabbed her cold hands. “Ta- Tae-…Taehyung di-did thi-this.ss..” the young starlet pushed those words out of her mouth with the little bit of strength she had. “Ca- call th-the po- pol- ice,” Hayan said while she held her mother’s hands tightly. She feared if she let go of her mother’s hands then she might breakdown. There was a silence between the mother and daughter. Hayan wondered why her mother did not give any reaction. Slowly her mother shook her head.

“No…We can’t,” Hayan’s mother said as she pulled her hands back. The movement was so simple yet it was strong enough to shatter the eighteen-year-old’s fragile heart. “Wh- Why?” Hayan asked when she looked at her mother’s face. All the concerns her mother had on her face was now vanished. There was no emotion. “Hayan, I know this hard but you will get through it,” her mother spoke as the sun set behind her. The young girl noticed that her mother had no halo. “All you have to do is to never think about it,” Hayan’s mother said she slowly approached her daughter. Terrified, Hayan took a few steps back. When she felt the wall against her back, she felt trapped. “Bu- but he hu- hurt m- me,” the starlet said. Hayan’s mother cupped her face with her hands. “If you continue to focus on acting and don’t ever think about it. Then you will be fine. Trust me,” her mother told her. Hayan was not sure whether her mother tried to convince her daughter that this is the best method or herself.

With a trembling hand, Hayan grabbed the red velvet blanket and lifted it up. The sight of dried blood on the bed sheets made her stomach turn. The memory kept replying in her head over and over again while tears escaped from her eyes. Is this real? Is this why she had a hard time remembering her high school years?

“Hayan…” a deep male voice interrupted the silence in the room. Slowly she looked over her shoulder and looked at the man who took her innocence. “Why?” the actress asked as she turned around and looked at him. “Because I love you. I have always loved you,” Taehyung said matter-of-factly while he stepped closer to her. “The first time I saw you on the tv screen, I knew I had to have you. We belong together, Hayanie,” everything was overwhelming for the actress. She had so many questions to ask, so many curse words she wanted to throw at the man.

Hayan looked up and suddenly noticed something. A few strands of Taehyung’s hair were red. The same kind of red that the stranger from the park had. “How did you get passed through the security?” the actress asked as her mind replayed the scene. A smirk appeared on the man’s face. “It’s crazy how many possibilities someone can have when your sisters are celebrities,” Taehyung asked.

When everything fell into place, Hayan dropped on her knees. “You planned all of this, didn’t you?” the actress sobbed. “You should be happy with the fact I gave you ten years to recover from that night,” Taehyung said with pride. “I was hurting too, darling. Do you know how much it hurts to stay away from you for ten whole years?” the tall man asked when he kneeled in front of her and wiped her tears away. Angrily Hayan slapped his hand away.

Just when Hayan stood up and got ready to run away from her nightmare, Taehyung quickly grabbed her by the arms and threw her on the bed. “Don’t make me mad, baby,” the man warned the woman while he grabbed a handkerchief. “Get away from me!” Hayan cried out loud while she tried to push him away. Taehyung got tired of her struggles. A painful slap landed on Hayan’s cheek. The sudden action halted her fight. “If you had accepted my love back then. You would not be here right now,” Taehyung said with anger in voice. While the man grabbed a bottle and wetted the handkerchief, the memories of the painful rejected replayed in his mind. It made him mad. “You are insane!” Hayan yelled as she tried to hit him, hoping it would him distract him enough for her to escape from his hold. “Oh baby, you have no idea how many boundaries I am willing to break just for you,” Taehyung told her and put the wet cloth on her face.

“You might be the doll but I am the puppeteer,” Taehyung whispered in her ear and pressed the chloroform-soaked cloth harder on her face while Hayan fought to stay awake.

Epilogue:

“And for our final news,” a short-haired news anchor said while she moved a piece of paper to the left and instantaneously glanced at the last page. In matter of seconds she absorbed the information about the new topic.

“Actress Kan Hayan has announced her retirement this morning,” the female news anchor announced as she looked into the camera. “The sudden news has the nation not only shocked but also confused as earlier this week there were rumors that Kan Hayan might be starring in Bong Joon Ho’s newest movie,”

“The news was announced on the actress’ Instagram. It said the following:

‘Hello, this Kan Hayan.

I am writing this as my final greeting to you all.

At a tender age of five years, I started my acting career and ever since then I have been in front of cameras more than anyone can imagine. During the course of my career, I have met amazing people and worked with numerous talented directors. It was truly a one-of-a-kind experience and I will never forget it.

I truly want to thank everyone for the interest and love you have shown me, it was because of you I was able to turn my dreams into a long successful career.

I wish everyone a healthy and happy life. I love you.’”

“Three month ago, the actress revealed that she will be taking a break from acting to recharge. Her announcement of her break came to a surprise to her fans but nonetheless they accepted her decision. Kan Hayan has been acting since the age of five and during her career she has played numerous famous movies and dramas. Her management agency, RM Entertainment, revealed that they were unaware of the announcement but they respect her decision. ”

“There have been some rumors flying around about the actress possibly dating someone but nothing is confirmed,”

Kim Taehyung yawned and turned off the television. He looked down and was greeted with the beautiful scene of Hayan sleeping on his chest. “I am looking forward to the days of us,” Taehyung whispered as his hand moved down.

“I will take care of you,” he said and planted a gentle kiss on her head while his hand caressed Hayan’s baby bump.

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yukinotrinko · 3 years

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Ydegirl

『Suite for a young girl』 - CTM

Itsy bitsy, but in the best possible way

At the time I knew very few musicians that weren’t cis-men so getting to know about CTM(Cæcilie Trier Musik ) and her incredible music and voice was really important and defining for me. More than she is probably aware of. The scene in Copenhagen is quite small, so it was really something for me coming from the countryside to Copenhagen and suddenly meeting a lot of these musicians and bands like ‘Valby Vokal Gruppe’ and this other really sick impro rock jazz group called Selvhenter, that I’d been listening to so much throughout highschool.

I was living with my grandmother, sleeping in the basement in one of those storage rooms that are in most apartment complexes in Copenhagen. Surrounded by all her pots and garden tools,left-over buckets of paint, and boxes full of scarfs and hats that hadn’t been worn for years, I would lie on my one-man bed, sheltered by one of those square mosquito nets, just listening to music for hours.

I liked my little scrappy 10 square meter room, even though the air would get very thin sometimes because the room's only window had metal bars, which made it impossible to open.There were three doors, including one fireproof, before the final backdoor opened up out to the backyard. My point is, fresh air had to travel pretty far for it to reach my little wooden booth in the basement aligned with all the other booths. In the summer I would keep all three doors open with wooden door stoppers and leave an electric fan on in the hallway to help circulate the air. Some nights I would wake up with dreams of drowning. I’d then get out of bed, crawl the backstairs and let myself in the kitchen backdoor to my grandma’s apartment and sneak into bed next to her.

Sometimes in the morning we would stand topless by the mirror by the dressing table in her bedroom and chat. She would let me try on her amber jewelry that I had adored ever since I was a little person. She would tell me stories about the war and her childhood. Sometimes she would be moved by the subject and her eyes would turn glassy. She would never burst, just pause for a moment before continuing the story.

In the daytime and evenings I would be listening to music on my small useless speakers I had at the time. I was at a weird place in my life experiencing a lot of numbness and paralysis. I didn’t see many friends and could hardly carry myself to the 3D animation classes I was attending. Listening to music was one the few things that I was capable of. Besides going with my grandma shopping or accompanying her to her weekly water gym class in the nearest indoor swimming pool, this is pretty much all I’d do. Just listen to album after album, while building a virtual room for all the sounds, making my head a nicer space to be in.

One night I was lying sleepless and I could just feel with every cell in my body, that my legs weren’t gonna walk me back to that 3D animation school, not even one last time. So I got out of my bed, and once again crawled the backstairs, locked myself in the kitchen backdoor and snuck into bed next to my grandma. She woke up and asked what was one my mind, and I told her. She lay there for some time without saying anything. Then she just quoted this old Danish philosopher ‘To dare is to lose ones foothold for a short time. Not to dare is to lose oneself’.Nobody said anything, but I was smiling in the dark. And we both fell asleep. I never went back to the school again.

The following day I had just come back from the swimming pool with my grandmother. A friend had sent me this 20 min long mp3 file with this piece of music called Suit for a Young Girl, by this person called Cecilie. I was standing in my grandmother’s bedroom by the bed when I first put it on. It felt like my attention was sucked by a vacuum.My ears went all pointy like an animal in the forest listening for branches cracking in the undergrowth. Images started flowing through my mind, which is something that happens when I really like music, and when Cecilie’s voice appeared on ‘the way a mouth is a mouth’ I felt all weak. I ended up crashing in my grannie’s bed listening to the rest of the record. It was one of those experiences where it feels like u are surrendering to the music. U feel itsy bitsy tiny but in the best possible way, because the world suddenly feels like a place where it’s safe to be small.

In addition to keeping those memories of living with my grandma alive inside of me, Cecilie’s music helped me through some rough times and her presence in the Danish underground scene was definitely something that helped me find my own voice.

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midnightmoonkiss · 4 years

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Summer Nights.

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Summary: Sweet summer nights paired with some free time with your cute boyfriend always seem to lead to something more.

WARNINGS!: Hand job, slight exhibitionism??

Category: Fluff / Smut

Word Count: 3k

A/N: It is summer time let me indulge in the classics,,

Just To Clarify:

You’re third years

This summer camp is by a river in a forest and not in the mountains

Though it’s not mentioned, summer camp lasts 7 days not 4

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@coupsieddori @desia2 @strwbrry-lia

Ragged breaths echoed in your ear as a toned body leaned back in your secure embrace,

wiggling as his sweaty palms gripped your forearms to stabilize himself.

“(Y-Y/N), wait..!” He gasped, mind filled with dirty thoughts and anticipation as your palms smoothed down his shirt covered belly, fingers tracing the outline of his abs as they inched their way towards the waistband of his black gym shorts with a noticeable bulge.

“Hmm? Why’s that, Izuku?” You drawled out, hot breath fanning over his sensitive ear, adoring the way a whimper slipped past his lips.

“B-because- guah..!”

You nipped at his ear lobe, nuzzling your nose against his hot neck.

“Be a good boy, use your words. Because what?” You purred, kissing down his nape, licking a trail to his sweet spot, latching on and lathering it in attention that had shivers falling down his body, head flopping to the side to give you more room to do as you pleased as if you didn’t have enough room already.

You had barely even begun and yet here he was, sounding wrecked and sporting a cute wet spot on his shorts. The sight of it made you lick your lips, how adorable.

It was strange how this all began, neither of you quite expecting alone time to relax together to take such a lewd turn so quickly, but it was clear neither of you were complaining. In fact, it seemed more like the two of you were wishing for it to happen.

The fourth day of summer camp down by the river during your third year at U.A was coming to a close, hot, blistering day turning into a cool, relaxing night.

Most students were exhausted after such a strenuous day working on their quirks yet again. Some even went straight to bed after dinner was finished and cleaned up, but some, like you, werent tired at all.

It wasn’t that the few left hadn’t worked hard, in fact, some could say that out of the seven of you still sitting around the campfire, three had worked the hardest out of everyone in the class.

But yet, they were still filled with joy, laughter filling the air as crickets chirped all around, the scent of warm vanilla in the air as you all made ‘smores with the crackling heat in front of you.

Ghost stories were passed around, some scary and some eccentric, but each and every one told brought a reaction out of the people who listened to it.

Your hand clutched a much larger and rougher one, warm, scarred fingers encasing your own as you leaned against your curly, green-haired boyfriend who looked scared shitless.

“They’re just stories,” you had whispered in his ear, your words comforting him ever so slightly.

“Scary ones..” he sighed out, never one to be too good at handling anything remotely scary, fictional or not.

“Mmm.. we could go somewhere else?” though you were having fun surrounded by your close friends, the thought of being alone with your sweet boyfriend lit up your soul better than anyone else ever could. After all, who wouldnt want to spend some alone time with their darling after a day of being apart?

Unlike the camp two years ago, this one didnt have any strict regulations. Be in your cabin by midnight, and wake up when the siren goes off.

Simple enough, right? Perhaps it was the fact that it was the last summer camp of highschool that granted students more freedom, no one really knew, and no one was complaining at all.

Villains were out of your mind, fear replaced by fun, relaxation, and throwing up from working too hard and not hydrating enough as the sun beat down on you.

Finding his answer in the shifting of his green eyes lit up by the fire, still far too shy to admit he would love to go somewhere else, you stood up, pulling him with you. “We’re going to head out now. You guys have a good time!”

As you left, you could hear the onslaught of whispers and snickers behind you, no doubt gossiping about what you were leaving for.

But who really cared? Certainly not you, and not your boyfriend either.

No, he was too entranced with that loveable look in your eyes as you gazed up at him to even notice.

Dots of yellow flew around you, glowing brightly just for a split moment before disappearing, fireflies.

The bugs that shone like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Hair messy and heads filled with dreams, the two of you ran around, giggling like little children as a silent game of tag went on between the two of you the deeper you went into the woods surrounding the camp.

There were no security cameras, no lights, no technology for miles.

A way to keep villains off your tracks.

And it was working well enough so far, and it allowed everyone to be themselves in ways previously not allowed.

For you and Izuku, that meant being together in a simple way, basking in each other’s presence as your legs ran faster and faster through the woods, grass whipping against bare ankles as you narrowly avoided running into a tree.

Heavy breaths fell from you as you squealed whenever he would almost touch you, determined to stand your ground as long as possible before the inevitability of being ‘it’ came into play and you had to chase the speedy ball of energy with a mop of green, bouncing curls.

But you were foolish to think you could ever last so long, for before you knew it, you were being tackled to the ground by your sweaty boyfriend, his arms protecting you from a heavy fall as you both tumbled to the grassy ground, rolling down a small hill together before coming to a stop.

Propping himself up on his forearms, his bright eyes bore into your own, noses brushing as you both took a moment to catch your breaths, stray giggles mingling together.

Fireflies flew up from the ground, seemingly circling around the two of you if just for one magical moment, encasing the two of you in a warm glow that outshined the full moons own silvery one trickling through tree leaves.

You were completely and utterly in love with this freckled man above you who smiled victoriously, and you couldnt help but show it by leaning up, placing a kiss onto his cheek, feeling him go still as his face heated up.

This only led to you peppering his face in kisses, teasing him just to see his face scrunch up in frustration until he whined for a kiss on the lips, to which you eagerly gave him. With each kiss, heat passed between the two of you on that soft, grassy forest floor, your arms wrapping around his neck, his hands pulling you closer as your tongues intertwined.

Wet smacks echoed in the back of your mind as your lips continuously met, the sweetness of marshmallow and chocolate flooding your tastebuds, leaving you desiring more and more.

A small moan in the back of his throat was what set that night off, starting with you threading your fingers in his hair, pulling at his locks just to hear him moan once more, his hips pressing into yours instinctively, which is what lead you both to where you were now. Your back pressed against a locked bathroom's metal stall door, and your boyfriend back pressed against your chest as crickets drowned out any outside noises from the campers not too far away.

“B-because..” it seemed like his argument was dying on his tongue, your thumbs circling over his hips catching all of his attention despite the teeth nibbling on his skin, “i-it’s.. wrong..”

He audibly gulped when your fingers passed over the tops of his thighs, knee wedging in between his perfectly toned, tanned legs just to spread them wide open, giving him something to just barely grind against, much to his internal frustration, as you traced his inner thigh, teasing him enough for his hips to jerk the moment your touch went too close to his twitching boner.

You knew he liked this.

You knew he adored the prospect of being caught.

He was such a perv at times, desiring the kinkiest of things in wrong and right places, but you couldnt help but love that side of him as much as you loved him shy and sweet side. Afterall, he was still your baby boy, and that would never change, no matter what.

“Don’t you think it would be even more wrong to go back to your cabin sporting an erection for all those awake to see?” you questioned innocently, popping wetly off his neck just to gauge his reaction.

His spit-slicked red lips pressed into a wobbly thin line, slowly shaking his head up and down.

“Why don’t you let me help you out, love?” you kissed his cheek, humming lightly to calm his nerves.

He always was a nervous boy when it came to these things, even if he liked it and even if you had helped him out multiple times throughout the two years you’d been together.

“Please..” he pleaded, voice just barely breaking through the air as his eyes squeezed closed.

“Hm? What was that?” though you had heard his response, you wanted him to speak louder, to gain that fraction of confidence, to understand he didnt have to be so shy, not around you.

“Please.. (Y/N).. please help me..” he whimpered, hips shimmying, grinding down onto your thigh, hesitant eyes fluttering open to gaze into your own (E/C) ones, seeking encouragement, something you were all too willing to give in the form of a reassuring kiss on the lips.

He immediately fell into the rhythm of your lips meeting hotly with his again, helping him relax against you.

Your tongue invaded his hot mouth once more, running along the side of his own before exploring every crevice, brushing against spots that made his breath hitch in the back of his throat, causing him to desperately lean in for more.

A loud gasp tore from his throat as you grabbed the waistband of his shorts again, yanking them down so that his large member could be freed, slapping up against his tummy as you stared down in awe. He pulled away from your mouth, a string of saliva momentarily connecting your tongues, hissing as the cool night air hit his heated flesh.

It was embarrassing for him to see just how hard he had got in such a short amount of time, and from kisses alone no less.

But he had no time to be embarrassed or ashamed. After you lowered your leg, removing that sweet friction, your hand was quick to wrap around his thick shaft, eliciting a soft groan from him at such intimate contact.

His tip was already flushed red and oozing with precum, a bead of it trailing down his throbbing cock.

“Mm~ Already so hard for me,” your thumb ran up the underside of his dick, collecting that drip of precum, “my good boy.” you praised, eyes sparkling with excitement as his thighs twitched at being called such a name.

Your voice always had such an effect on him, only bringing out a more dominant side of yourself whenever you got to witness it, which was quite often.

You chewed at your lips as you thought of all the fun you could have with your sweet boyfriend, an action that his ever-observant green gaze picked up and made his dick twitch in anticipation for what was surely to come.

You always left him guessing.

He adored that.

Never being able to read you just right. Never being able to predict your actions, you were an enigma in these moments, and he wasnt afraid to admit that it was a huge turn on.

Slowly, your hand began to glide up and down his hardened member, careful to avoid stimulating his glans or going too fast, wanting to drag this out until he was begging for more.

He always did.

And it was always such a joy to listen to.

His hands pressed against the walls on both sides of you, unsure of where else to put them as he breathed heavily, eyes closing as he let himself bask in the pleasure your touch brought him, despite it being too slow for his current liking.

His hair tickled the skin of your neck as his head rested back on your shoulder, his jaw slack, eyebrows pinched with concentration, pants and small whimpers right next to your eagerly awaiting ear.

He was always so cute, it was hard not to flush as his hips jerk with every few pumps, subconsciously begging you to go faster without the words falling from his parted lips.

You complied with a smile, speeding up just enough to rip a stuttered moan from deep in his chest, body squirming against you at the sudden change in pace, the wet squelch of excessive precum coating your hand as it traveled up and down his length echoing in the bathroom.

“A-ahh.. hahh.. f-feels.. feels s-so nngh.. so nice..” he spoke breathlessly, as honest as always.

It filled you with glee to know you were doing well at pleasuring your man, even sparking that fire of cockiness deep within you.

“Is that so, darling?” Though it was more of a question to be left unanswered, he replied automatically, “Y-Ye- ah! H-hah! Oh! Mmmng! Ooohhh, fuck!” only for your pace to increase tenfold, twisting your hand up and down his length, fingers brushing over his leaking tip, making his hips jut forward for a mere second.

Though the thought of teasing him until he was weeping sparked your interest, you knew you had to be asleep soon, and honestly, it didnt hurt to spoil the man you loved rotten every once in a while, right?

With a clear mindset, you freely let him thrust his hips into your hand, matching the pace he was setting himself as his loud moans bounced off the pristine, white cinderblock walls, making it seem like he was much louder than he actually was, but only fueling the heal swirling in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” you mumbled, eyes trained on his cock fucking into your hand like the horny teen he was, his arms falling down to grip at your shirt, body hunching forward as you only sped your pace up.

“G-g-od! Ah! O-oh f-fuck! A-ahhnn… g-ghhuwaahh! (Y/N)! P-princess..! H-hah-hah..! M-more..! More ple- hahh.. please!” he begged you, back arched yet head thrown blissfully back as moans flowed from his mouth like prayers, cheeks burning and thighs spreading even wider to let you move as freely as you wanted, not caring how loud or exposed he was.

He loved exposing himself completely to you.

He didnt even care that he was so turned on and leaking so much that his precum dripped messily onto the floor, all he cared about was you.

You.

Your scent.

Your touch.

Your voice.

Your breath.

You, solely you.

You always had his attention.

He was in a constant state of euphoria whenever around you, intoxication muddling his thoughts whenever he smelled your sweet scent.

“Please..!” he gasped, tummy and thighs tightening up in that familiar way they always did before his orgasm took control over his body.

Eager to oblige to his request, your other hand finally joined the party, using your palm to circle around his bulbous head best you could.

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick.

He screamed out in ecstasy, green sparks cascading around his body as his hips thrust forwards at an inhuman pace, fucking your hand that felt so good and small wrapped around him, desperate to cum, to take as much as he could while you still let him.

“My sweet baby.. You’re doing so good~ you’re so close, arent you..”

You spoke out, being met with moans that got louder and more high-pitched with each passing second, no doubt loud enough to breach the thin barrier of protection around this bath house, seeping out into the woods surrounding it.

“S-so good! So good! G-gahh.!

Ah!

So! So! G-good!

Fuck..!

F-fuck!

Fuck~!

Oh, fuck!” he chanted, broken words stuttered by his own moans of pleasure, drool dribbling down the corner of his mouth as his tongue flopped out, dripping onto the exposed skin of your neck, but you were too focused on the way he cutely got himself off with your hands alone.

He was such a big boy, you couldnt even fully wrap your fingers around him, and you knew that only made him hornier each time he noticed it.

“Aaah! (Y/N)! (Y-Y/N)! I-i! Mmghnmn! Ahh-ahh! I’m g-gonna!!”

“Cum for me, Izuku.”

The second you allowed him two, his back was arching, body stilling as a silent scream flew from his vocal chords, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

A heavenly moan, louder than the ones youve heard all night, thrashed its way from his throat, shaking your very soul as thick ropes of thick, hot cum spurted from the tip of his flushed cock, spilling into the toilet you had aimed him for below, hand continuously pumping him to milk him dry, the last bit of cum falling onto your fingers wrapped below his head.

His body relaxed, slumping against you as he fought to control his breath from such a mind-numbing orgasm.

Pleased at his performance, you sweetly kissed his temple, nuzzling your cheek against his sweaty head as he slowly calmed down.

“Thank you…” he wheezed out, voice cracking as his eyes opened just barely to look over at you, a small smile on his plump lips.

“Of course.” You’d do anything for the man who lit up your life like the stars in the sky, but that’s not to say he wouldnt do the same. Before you knew it, he was on his knees and eager to please.

Who were you to say no?

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