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No Doubt in Us

Chapter Six (PART 2) - Looking Back to Move Forward (2)

Fiance!Haknyeon x Fem!reader

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Synopsis: Life is great, you have your dream job, you finally got your first big break, and you are now engaged to the love of your life. Happier than you’ve ever been, you live life one day at a time. Then one day a terrible accident happens leaving you in a coma. Where you finally awake, everything is not as you remember. Amnesia takes away 3 years of your memory, forgetting your beloved Fiance. Faced with a reality that seems unreal, as your mind is stuck in a past with uncomfortable memories, your future with him is uncertain.

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CW/TW: talks of an old stalker, harassment, violence (from sangyeon and stalker)

Word count: 4K+

Looking at your Instagram account you regretted your habit of deleting your old posts. The image previews you saw were all unfamiliar. You thought about Chanhee’s words, you wanted more than anything to move on, but you felt the need to defend your way of thinking even if it wasn’t completely right. Maybe looking through these would help you make a decision, so you clicked on the oldest post.

Almost all the posts had mentioned Haknyeon, how you interacted with and talked about him, it was obvious you were head over heels for him, there wasn’t any doubt in your head he felt the same. You felt a lump form in your throat, you seemed very happy with him, so free from the trauma, safe? Chanhee said to believe in the you that chose him, seeing the love you had for him displayed in front of you so plainly, you did trust him so much. It suddenly hit you, finally realizing just how terrible you’ve been to him. You’ve been so selfish not for a second taking into consideration how he’s doing.

You never apologized for what you did at the hospital, just how awful he must have felt in that moment when he was waiting for you so earnestly for you to wake up. The talk you had together, was all one-sided, you didn’t ask what he wanted to do, how he felt about the situation, you just said what you wanted. Even though you don’t know him, he is like a stranger to you, he didn’t deserve to be treated like that. You felt tears plop on your chest, you didn’t know when you started crying.

You felt sorry for Haknyeon and yourself. Hurting him was never your intention, but you were sure that’s exactly what you were doing. Why did you have to lose your memory? You found yourself yearning for that happiness that freedom. You wanted to apologize to him, you wanted to move forward.

Roughly wiping away your tears you calmed yourself down. Chanhee was right, wasn’t he? Even if we don’t stay together, It would be better for me to remember everything. I want to try and take a chance on him again. You thought about how you would apologize to him when he came back.

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The sound of the door unlocking interrupted your thoughts. You got up from the couch and moved closer to the door. As it opened your eyes met with the back of Haknyeon’s head, facing the person behind him as they pushed him into the house. The person behind him faced you, giving a smile in greeting. This must be Hyunjae.

Seeing this, Haknyeon followed Hyunjae’s eyes turning around almost jumping in surprise. He didn’t expect you to be waiting by the door and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes scanned over you, it had been too long since he got a proper look at you, admittedly that was his fault. He noticed that your eyes seemed to be puffy. Was she crying?

He was brought out of his thoughts when Hyunjae pushed him forward. “I’ve brought Haknyeon as per Chanhee’s request,” Hyunjae said in a tone like he was stating serious orders. It made you smile a little.

“Thank you, Hyunjae.” He nodded back at you.

“I hope you two can... figure things out. Bye.” He waves his hand at you and pats Haknyeon��s back as he leaves.

“Let’s sit down, we need to talk.” Saying this you step out of the way letting him go ahead of you.

“Yes, we do.” Haknyeon sits in the same spot as last time. This time instead of sitting on the couch again you sit on the floor across the coffee table so you both are at eye level.

“I know I was the one that did most of the talking last time, but can I go first again, I need to say something important.”

“Yes, go ahead.” He had some important things to say too, but to him, you were a priority.

“First, I wanted to apologize. I’m sorry for the things I said and did at the hospital. I’m sorry for being selfish,” you clenched your hands together as they rested on the table. “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I’m sorry for not being able to trust you. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done since I woke up.”

“I need to apologize too. I’m sorry that I left you home this whole time when I could have been helping you. I was selfish, too scared to see you, I’m sorry that I didn’t put you first, considering your situation. I’m sorry that I wasn’t honest with you and didn’t say what I felt.”

“No, but you wouldn’t have done any of that if it weren’t for me.” Your face was full of remorse. Haknyeon put a hand over your clenched ones, pulling you out of your self-loathing. He pulls his hand away after catching your attention.

“Don’t say that y/n. We could play the blame game all day long, but we both did some wrong things, in the end. I think… instead of trying to blame ourselves, we should try and right our wrongs.” You look into his eyes and slowly nod your head, his words giving you the courage to say the rest of what you need to say.

“I’ve told you about my stalker before, haven’t I?” Haknyeon is shocked that you brought up that topic suddenly.

“Yes, a long time ago. But why are you bringing this up, did something happen?” He became a lot more concerned.

“No, thank God. I-I just need to tell you about it.”

“What? I already said you told me, you don’t have to, I know.”

“I know. I’m doing this for me. I think if I don’t talk about it with you, then I won’t be able to move on. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for that, just… please, don’t push yourself.” He could tell you were very serious about wanting to tell him. If it was going to help you, he wouldn’t tell you not to do it, but he still didn’t feel good about it. He remembers just how hard it was for you to tell him the first time.

“Mh,” you take a deep breath to calm your nerves, calling these memories to the forefront of your mind. “I had a co-worker I was acquainted with. I would only see him the few times I went to discuss business at my company, we chatted a few times. One day he asked me out on a date and I thought, why not, he doesn’t seem like a bad guy. So we went on a date, it wasn’t too bad, so we went on another.

“After the second date, I realized we wouldn’t be a good fit for each other. So when he asked me on another date I said, no, I didn’t want to string him on when I wasn’t interested anymore. I thought he took the rejection pretty well, soon after I started getting a lot of messages from him. I didn’t think much of it at first cause we had become a little closer, there shouldn’t have been a problem just being friends, but then he started asking questions that were too personal and intrusive. It made me uncomfortable and I asked him to stop, but the same kind of messages kept coming so I blocked him. I didn’t see him again till I came back to the company, but we didn’t talk to each other, so I thought that he was over me and that was the end of it.” You rubbed and squeezed at your hands.

“Just breathe, you’re doing great.” Following his words, you take another deep breath.

“Me and Chanhee’s apartment building wasn’t too far from my company and we didn’t have a car, so I would just walk there. On my way back I felt like someone was looking at me, following me. I thought I was just paranoid, there were so many people on the street at this time there is a lot of people going the same way as me, and I went home without a problem. After that, I would get that feeling a lot when I was outside, but I never noticed anyone out of the ordinary, so I didn’t know if I was just being paranoid. There were times I was so scared I would go into the nearest building and call Chanhee so I wasn’t alone. I stopped going out as often as I did.

“Eventually, a box addressed to me came, inside it was a note that said, ‘let’s meet soon.’ There were also pictures of me walking outside… and one of me and Chanhee talking on the balcony, his face was X-ed out.” Your face twisted as you thought about back then. It wasn’t just you that was in danger, Chanhee was too and you had no idea who you should be looking out for.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, Chanhee is okay. You can stop if it’s too much,” Haknyeon said with concern, he wished he could hold you and comfort you like the first time you told him.

“No, I’m almost done. Chanhee said we should keep it as evidence, take it to the police but we couldn't do anything because we didn't know who it was. When we could, we would go out together to do even the smallest of errands so we wouldn't be alone. One of the days we went out together to buy some stuff from the convenience store, Chanhee was busy that day so it was a little late. We realized we forgot to buy something while on our way back, we were pretty close so we walked back.

“I waited by the corner outside with the bags so we wouldn't look like we were stealing or anything, while Chanhee went back inside. Then I began to feel uncomfortable being out by myself, others were walking out every once in a while but not many. So I decided I would just go in too, but someone pulled me back before too long. It was him, the one I went on a date with. I didn't suspect him at first, but I told him I needed to go.” You closed your eyes, heart-pounding, reliving the moment again.

“He didn't let go, so I said it again, but I was upset that time. He grabbed my face saying that he waited so long to meet me again. I knew this wasn’t some coincidence at this point, that man was the one stalking me, so I tried to retaliate by swinging the bags in my arms at him and yelling. I could only keep him away for a little bit before he got the best of me, taking the bags from me. He pushed and held me against the wall.

“I don’t know exactly what he was planning to do to me, but It was thanks to your friend..., our friend, Sangyeon, that nothing else happened to me. He pulled him off of me and asked if I was okay and if I knew him. All it took was a word from me and Sangyeon decked him." A sneer came to your face thinking about Sangyeon giving that man what he deserved. You found yourself wishing you could have gotten a few hits on the disgusting prick yourself.

Looking at your expression, Haknyeon was a little surprised. Compared to the last time you told him you seemed to be a lot more ticked off and agitated. It was understandable because he felt the same. Haknyeon wasn’t a violent person, but that man would have to count his blessings if Haknyeon ever saw him. He also felt incredibly grateful to Sangyeon again.

"Thank you for telling me again, but why did you feel you needed to tell me specifically?"

"Well, that's part of the second thing I wanted to talk to you about. That whole situation is the reason I was pushing you away, I was scared, I didn't know if I could trust you, I was too afraid to try. I looked through some things and I came to realize that I was in love with you and I trusted you a lot." The words that came out of your mouth were exactly what you thought but saying it that bluntly was a little embarrassing, it was like a confession.

"Mhh." Haknyeon felt a little embarrassed by her words too, covering his mouth with his hand discreetly, he felt a smirk coming to his face.

"Well um, I want to move on, I don't want to be held back by those bad memories. Chanhee said that regardless of what happens in the future it would be best if I could try to remember the things I’ve forgotten. There isn’t much I can do if I don’t remember, but I won’t try to avoid my past anymore. I have a question and I think I already know the answer, but I want to hear you say it, so I know we can do something we both want to try. Haknyeon, do you love me?” Haknyeon shifted in his seat and he put his hand back on the table.

“Yes, I love you.” Your eyes met his steadfast gaze, he was so serious at that moment.

“Then if it’s okay with you, can we try again?”

“Do you mean try dating again?” Haknyeon tilts his head to the side.

“Yes.” Haknyeon laughs a little.

“Ah, that’s what I was going to ask.”

“I can’t promise that I can give you my full trust immediately or that I will fall in love with you again, but I’ll try to be more open with you.”

“y/n you don’t have to push yourself to open your heart to me when you don’t feel ready. We are partners, so we will work together to make this work. I will also work hard to gain your trust and be someone that you can be comfortable around.”

“That’s… right.” You gave a small smile, he really is so kind and understanding of your feelings.

“I love you, but I don’t want my feelings to burden you. If there comes a day when you feel like I’m not right for you anymore…, then just let me know. I won’t try to keep you by my side.”

“... What about you? We are engaged, we had the intention of spending the rest of our lives together. Will you be okay?” He said it with such ease it put a bad taste in your mouth.

“No, I won’t be okay.” Haknyeon’s eye trialed down looking at his hands. “It hurts to even think about you not being with me. But I don’t want you to stay with me because you feel burdened by my feelings, but because you love me. Knowing that you stayed because of guilt or pity, that would hurt more than just letting you go. If being with me only makes you unhappy, you might even come to resent me and that’s the last thing I want.”

His voice had a slight tremble to it. He brought his hands up to cover his eyes, apologizing. You wanted to do something, but you weren’t sure what you could do to comfort him.

“Don’t apologize, I understand. Let’s… just try to live life in the moment and instead of worry about what could happen in the future, we can try to make the best of the present.” Maybe your words were a little hypocritical, but you would try your damndest to live up to them. Haknyeon sniffles and nods at your words, still covering his eyes. He inhales deeply.

“I’m okay I’m okay.” You weren’t sure if he was saying that to you or himself. He rubs at his eyes then pulls his hands away and tries to give you a reassuring smile. This was a truly pitiable man.

“Alright alright, let’s stop being so depressing right now. Um, question. I’ve been wondering how you were able to avoid me so easily?” This is a little more light-hearted, right?

“Oh, well you are a pretty deep sleeper, and I figured out your sleeping schedule a long time ago, well at least when you aren’t working.”

“What about the shower?”

“We have showers at the dance studio, so I would just take a bunch of clothes.”

“So sneaky.” You say playfully while pouting your lips.

“Hey, I’m about as sneaky as you.”

“I feel like that doesn’t really help your case.”

“...Touche. You are pretty sneaky too.”

“Oh my goodness, before I forget! My parents are coming over tomorrow around noon, sorry for not telling you.”

“Oh actually, your mom texted me and told me.” You give him an inquisitive look.

“Are you close with my parents?”

“Not to brag but they kinda love me.” Haknyeon displayed a smug smile on his face.

“Ha, really now? We’ll have to see about that.” You yawned after those words. You weren’t too tired yet, but you figured it’s better to sleep now and wake up early, to get the house in order, for your parents' visit. “I think I’m gonna go crash now. I need to wake up early and clean up the house a little bit before my parents come.”

“I can help you then.” You smiled at the offer.

“Thanks.” You stood up stretching in place, needless to say between the two of you sleeping together in the same bed was a little too intimate, though you still felt bad about making him sleep on the bed all this time. I’ll make it up to him soon! “Also, if you didn’t get to eat yet there are still some leftovers in the fridge.”

“I ate before I got here.” Courtesy of Hyunjae, he thought food would cheer Haknyeon up and give him a little more time to think.

“Mh, Good night then.” You got out of his way so he could take the couch.

“Goodnight, y/n.” You were comforted by the gentle smile he showed you. Maybe we can make this work. You turned your back to him going upstairs to your room. Plopping yourself on the bed, you moved around making yourself comfortable, pulling the blanket over you.

Sleep did not take long to come to you, but it wouldn’t be peaceful.

You jolted awake with a sharp intake of breath. You could only be thankful that the nightmare wasn’t related to that incident. Fully awake now you felt hyper-aware of everything. The hum of the a/c and rustling of the leaves blowing in the wind, the shadows that danced across the room walls from the window, and how small you felt in this big bed.

You check your phone for the time, 1:26 a.m., and decided that you couldn’t sleep up here tonight. Sitting up and moved closer to the big window, looking out into the living room where you saw Haknyeon sleeping cramped on the couch. Crawling out of bed you take the comforter and your phone with you. You didn’t have any intention of waking Haknyeon up, seeing and hearing the presence of another person around you was enough to calm you down. You quietly laid the blanket out close to the couch.

Laying in one half you use the other half to cover your body. It wasn’t as comfortable as the bed, but you felt better as you listened to Haknyeon’s soft breathing. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, relaxing, letting yourself slowly fall back to sleep.

***

Haknyeon turned on the couch, well, as much as he could. Moving positions was a hassle and tended to wake him up for a bit. After turning he laid there for a few seconds then let a deep sigh through his nose out, restroom. Shifting up he gets off the couch, eyes almost closed as he tries to make his way to the restroom. He didn’t expect to trip and fall on the ground, completely waking him from his stupor.

“Owww.” A groan came out from the object he tripped on and out popped, y/n’s head from under the blanket, sending a frown to Haknyeon. He squints his eyes trying to focus on you, making sure he isn’t still dreaming. His eyes went wide when he realized you were actually there and he scrambled to his feet, going to your side.

“Oh my God, honey, uh, y/n, I’m sorry!” Well, you were fully up again, and it didn’t feel like you got any more sleep.

“It’s whatever, I’m fine,” you say with a pout. Haknyeon could tell he upset you and he felt terrible. Who wouldn’t be upset about being kicked while sleeping, even if it was an accident? “Are you okay?”

“Huh, oh yeah, I think so.” He smiled apologetically at you. It was an accident so you couldn’t stay mad especially when he looked at you like that.

“Why did you wake up?” Haknyeon wondered why that was important right now, but he still answered you.

“I needed to use the bathroom.”

“Go then.”

“Eh?”

“Go. I’ll still be here when you get back.” You looked like you accepted your fate of getting little sleep tonight. Haknyeon left for the bathroom and you sat up, uncovering yourself. You take the comforter and spread it across the floor. You go to get the pillows left in your room, bringing them downstairs.

The living room still bathed in darkness, you made your way back to the makeshift bed, placing the pillows a reasonable distance from each other. Taking one spot, you lay back down waiting for Haknyeon. When he comes out of the bathroom he sees you laying there looking off to space.

"What's going on? Why did you come down here?" He says as he walks up to your laying body and looks down at you.

"I had a nightmare…"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, I'm fine and don't worry it wasn't about that. I was just a little scared to sleep alone after it…" Okay, that was way more embarrassing to say out loud than I thought.

"And what about that?" He points at the pillow next to yours.

"Well, I was hoping that you would keep me company and I figured that the floor would be better than our small couch. You don't have to sleep like a sardine over here." The last part sounded like you were trying to convince him, which sounded a little funny to him.

"Are you sure? This is like the same as sharing a bed isn't it?"

"No, it's not, we're on the floor. Plus my pillow is here and yours is over there, they aren't exactly next to each other." The mental gymnastics you went through to try and differentiate the two. Haknyeon wouldn't argue it if you were comfortable with it.

"Alright, let me get some blankets." Haknyeon goes to the small storage closet and pulls out two blankets. Walking back he takes the spot across from you, handing you a blanket and awkwardly laying down. "Can you not fall asleep?" You both cover yourselves.

"Hmm, I think I was asleep for a while, but then there was the nightmare. After that, it took me a long time to fall asleep. Then you woke me up, but it honestly felt like I didn't even get an extra second of sleep. So, I feel like I'm completely awake right now."

"Sorry."

"It was an accident, I forgive you." You turn your body to the side facing Haknyeon. "Anyways, can we talk for a bit? If you're tired it's fine, we don't have to."

"Lucky you. I also happen to be very awake right now. What did you want to talk about?"

"I don't really know much about you. Tell me about yourself."

"Be more specific."

"Uh, like your favorite color or your hobbies." Haknyeon smiled, these questions were like basic first date questions. He answered your questions thoughtfully, both of you having moments where you went on long tangents, hours passing you both by without notice. The sun starts to peek through the horizon, making the room brighter little by little, going unnoticed as you both happily chat with each other.

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unmanageable-day · 4 years

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Can I Love?

CHAPTER 6

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Summary. Lee Y/N was the first love of one when he was a middle schooler. He never knew her name and he never saw her again. Several years later, he met her again …unfortunately under a disadvantaged circumstances.

Warnings: i think none (but please feel free to call me out if there's anything that makes you uncomfortable)

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Unusually the cafetaria was packed today. Mingyu, Seokmin, Minghao and you were standing a bit further from the queuing point. Your eyes were scanning all over the place, trying to find empty spots. Just right then, someone raised a hand and shouted Mingyu's name.

"Oh, Hyung!" Mingyu waved back at him.

You found Jeonghan and Joshua waved vigorously at your direction. You bowed your head greeting back towards them. Beside the twin like buddies, sat Seungcheol, who barely turned his head, in a quite slouchy manner. Mingyu jogged towards the older guys, spoke for a while and went back to you and your peers.

"Jeonghan hyung said we could share a table with them," Mingyu said rather excitedly. Seokmin quickly agreed. Both of them carefully read your expression, which apparently in a poker face mode.

You shook your head. "I'm not that hungry. You guys go eat. I'll just grab something from the convenience store."

"I'll go with you, Y/N," uttered Minghao. He and you waved good bye to Mingyu and Seokmin as you both left the cafetaria, chattering and giggling with some playful gestures shared between you. At least that was what caught Seungcheol's attention now that Mingyu and Seokmin joined him and his friend.

"What about Lee Y/N and Xu Minghao?" asked Jeonghan as Mingyu and Seokmin took their seats.

Mingyu cleared his throat. "They don't really fancy when it's crowded like this."

"Does Y/N perhaps feel uncomfortable with us?" asked Jeonghan again. "Or one of us?"

Mingyu and Seokmin were caught off guard when they immediately looked at Seungcheol as the first response to Jeonghan's question.

"I guess you knew what happened between him and her," muttered Joshua.

All four of them exchanged looks with each other. Mingyu and Seokmin were not sure if they should start talking again. Seungcheol had been keeping his mouth shut and didn't seem like he was gonna talk soon.

"Mingyu, Seokmin, this friend over here," Jeonghan started again as he landed a hard pat on Seungcheol's shoulder. "He sometimes is very shy. And let me tell you, he feels very guilty about his note book incident so he wants to apologize but he is too shy."

Joshua nodded. "That's why, Mingyu, Seokmin, can you help us?"

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After days and days of contemplation, Seungcheol found himself wandering around Doremi Bakery. He had been encouraging himself to walk in confidently, start small talks with the owner, and attempt to introduce himself as your friend ...yet he immediately retreat because he was doubting himself.

Friend? I don't even know her but her name.

Classmate? We're not even in the same major and I never met her until last month.

'I want to get to know Lee Y/N because I have a crush on her'? That sounds weird. They will think I'm a stalker.

'I'm a regular customer who met Y/N when we were little'? That also sounds weird.

"Hello, can I help you?" A friendly voice and a light tap on Seungcheol's shoulder successfully startled him.

"Shit!" he cursed in shock. His legs almost gave up as he bent down, his hands on his chest as if keeping his heart still in the right place. "Oh my God. Sorry, I didn't mean to..." he said, making eye contact to a definitely younger guy than him.

"No, it's okay. I'm sorry to surprise you. I've been watching you walk back and forth. Are you perhaps looking for an address?" the smaller guy asked with an innocent look.

Good. At least he doesn't think that I'm a weirdo.

"Yes. No. Uhm, I mean yes. Uh, there's this bakery that used to be in Daegu. I heard they just moved around here?"

Right. Just a little lie would do no harm. He had been there twice. Apparently when he went there, the ones in shift were always the workers. Only the first time when he got the chance to meet Mr. Lee, the owner.

The smaller guy beamed. "That's us."

Seungcheol pretended to look at the store sign. "Oh, right!" he exclaimed. "I forgot the exact place, although I just went here last week."

"Come on in. I'm Chan by the way."

A familiar and somewhat calming aroma from the freshly baked breads welcomed Seungcheol as he stepped into the store. His eyes scanned the room, searching for nothing.

"Chan? The youngest, right? And if I'm not mistaken, when you were little, you also were kinda obsessed with dinosaurs?"

He chuckled. "Used to be. I'm middle child now. And no, I'm not obssessed with dinosaurs, I just collected dolls and figurines of dinosaurs." Beaming wide, he can't help but asking, "But, how did you know that?"

A little smile pursed on Seungcheol's lips. "I'm Seungcheol. My family used to be a regular customer of this bakery."

As usual, Chan was always warmly welcome older guys and kept them in conversation with him. As for Seungcheol, he gladly kept the younger company since there was definitely something in it for him. Then he heard your voice shouting that you're coming home and Chan welcomed you. His heart starts racing to the thought of he's about to see you. He hoped this time he could introduce himself properly and clarify things between you.

"Noona, come here. There's someone I want you to me—"

Seungcheol slowly turns his head to your direction, only for his smile to be disappeared instantly when he noticed you came accompanied with someone else. Xu Minghao.

"Chan, I gotta go. See you later, okay?" Seungcheol hurriedly grabbed a paperbag full of bread and managed to cover his face when he escaped.

Shit, why did I run away? Geez, but that Xu Minghao.. I thought he has a laser in his eyes. Why did he look at me so intensely..

#seventeen au #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen texts #svt imagines #svt texts #seventeen scoups #seventeen dino #seventeen jeonghan #seventeen joshua #seventeen mingyu #seventeen dokyeom #seventeen the8 #seventeen minghao #post by yourblinkies

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minyoonmeme · 4 years

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Normalcy of the Pretty Posse

Chapter 2

Word Count: 3708

Pairing: ??? x reader

Description: Stupid Jeongguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of hyungs.

Genre: again like 90% fluff, 5% humor, and another 5% of reader literally forgetting how to function a little

(Some rambling because I have no life: here is part 2! I honestly didn’t expect any one to find part 1 so??? thank you guys so much. I’ve missed writing lately and this has been such a good outlet for me. I hope you guys like it.)

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“Hyung…” Jeongguk skids to a stop just before one of the sets of speakers. A whine leaves his mouth as he puffs out some air before tossing his bag haphazardly against a random speaker. “I messed up. Big time.” His legs, just slightly too long for the childish behavior, fold underneath him awkwardly as he flops against the dusty linoleum floor.

Hoseok looks down at his younger friend as he folds another chair and places it against the wall. “Messed up as in pissing your pants again like that one time Freshman year or getting another C on a test?” Hoseok only laughs when Jeongguk throws a pen from his pocket at him. Jeongguk’s pout settles deeper on his face as his eyebrows furrow and Hoseok knows that whatever is bothering Jeongguk is something a little more closer to the heart than pissing his pants at a frat party after chugging an entire keg upside down.

“Hyung, I’m serious.” Jeongguk closes his eyes and wraps his sweater tighter around his body as he rolls on his left side to look at Hoseok. “You know that girl that dances in the back in your Thursday workshops?”

“I’m gonna need you to be a little bit more specific, Guk. There are a lot of girls who come here.” Hoseok is only kidding, of course. He and all of Jeongguk’s hyungs know of his crush on the girl who comes every Thursday to his workshops. Jeongguk had originally only come to the workshops because Hoseok was nervous no one was going to come, but that was 2 months ago and despite the sign up list being full every week, Jeongguk still came despite being a little bit more advanced than the beginner classes he attended. Hoseok had offhandedly mentioned that Jeongguk tended to glance at the back, at a particular girl, during another one of their game nights and Jeongguk, wine drunk off of two bottles, giggled as he explained his small crush on a girl who attended Hoseok’s beginner class.

“Hobi-hyung, she’s not a beginner like have you seen her dance? She just looks so pretty and her hair is just so..” Jeongguk giggles as he wraps a finger around his hair. “...fluffy after she dances.” A small hiccup escapes him as he finishes his glass. “It’s so cute.” Jeongguk, in silent awe, squeals a little into his glass, one of the many stolen from his favorite bar, as he scrunches into a ball and bangs his knee against the table. A smile never leaves his face as he continues to giggle into the fogging glass.

Hoseok’s heart strings tug at the fond memory he has of his younger friend and decides to leave putting away the rest of the furniture to the workers who litter around him. Jeongguk lays his head against his knee when he sits next to him. “Tell Hyung what happened, Gukie. It can’t be worse than vomiting on the poor girl…..” Hoseok grimaces before giving Jeongguk a look. “You didn’t vomit on her right?”

Jeongguk shakes his head no before huffing. “I asked her friend last week if (Y/N) was okay since she hasn’t been coming and I don’t know I panicked because like what if I missed my chance to even talk to her. A-and I saw her outside and I walked over and like spoke to her?” Jeongguk knocks his head a couple of times against Hoseok’s knee as he relives the moment in his head. “I was so nervous and sounded so stupid. She probably thought I was stupid and weird for coming up to her. What kind of person asks a stranger if they plan on coming back to some stupid dance class. She probably thinks I’m a creepy ass stalker who watches her dance every week.”

Hoseok runs his hand through Jeongguk’s hair for comfort as the younger beats himself up mentally. “Are you saying my dance classes are stupid?” It’s meant to be a joke, but Jeongguk shoots his head up and sputters out incomprehensible words. “Guk, I’m kidding. I know you don’t think my classes are stupid, you’re just frustrated at yourself because your first interaction with your crush didn’t go as well as you planned.” Jeongguk flops back down against Hoseok’s thigh as he groans. Hoseok just smiles softly at him wondering how Jeongguk, handsome and all, was someone inept at talking to a simple girl.

“I may have also lied and told her that you have me here to help out with teaching.” It’s muffled against his leg, but Hoseok hears every word.

“So you chose to lie, for what?”

“I panicked! I told her that her coming helped me with the others since she’s obviously experienced. How else was I supposed to explain that I, a complete stranger, noticed she was gone for two weeks? She’ll think I’, watching her or something.”

“That’s all you ever do, Jeongguk. And besides, I didn’t even notice she was gone and I read the roster every night.”

Jeongguk smacked his hyung’s hip closest to him as he huffed. “You’re not helping Hyung! Even if you didn’t notice she wasn’t here, she probably thinks I’m a stalker now. A big stupid stalker who can’t even look her in the eyes. I’m gonna be alone forever!”

Hoseok wanted to laugh at him, but decided that he needed to play the role of the helpful caring hyung for now. He’ll let the others clown him later once he retells everything to them tonight. “Gukie, you’re not gonna be alone forever. You’re smart and stupidly handsome. I don’t think you should’ve lied to her, but it’s not life or death, so you should be able to save yourself from this. How about you let your hyung help you a little tonight? Let me work my magic.”

“You would help me?” Jeongguk throws his arms around his waist and gives a tight squeeze.. Hoseok grimaces from the too tight hug and the dust from Jeongguk’s sweater falling onto his new clothes. He ignores both in favor of giving Jeongguk’s back a few solid rubs. “You’re the best, Hobi-hyung.”

“You’re on your own after tonight though, Gukie. No more help from your one of kind, amazing, most handsome Hyung.”

“Jin-hyung isn’t here though?’

Hoseok scoffs and pushes Jeongguk off of him as he cackles from the floor. “Go open the doors you ungrateful brat.”

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Tonight had been… interesting to say the least.

Yoonjin had chosen to nudge me every time she thought Jeongguk had glanced in my direction resulting in a dull throb in my ribs.

“Don’t look but he’s looking again… Oh my god, I said don’t look!”

“You said that the last 4 four times and every time I look back he’s literally looking at Hoseok-shii.” I huffed and rubbed at my right side. Yoonjin has always been stronger than she looks. “Yoonjin, if you ram your boney ass elbow into my ribs one more time I will drop kick you into the wall.”

Yoonjin blinked at me before rolling her eyes. “He keeps looking away. Just trust me why don’t you! Why would I joke about this.” I rolled my eyes and refocused on Hoseok as he explained some of the footwork again. House dance had never been my speciality.

“I don’t know, maybe you like to see me suffer.”

“I’m literally trying to help you get a man.”

“No, you’re trying to break my ribs.”

9 o’clock rolled around sooner than I expected as Hoseok wrapped up his lesson. Many of the students who endured the class in its entirety were shuffling to the walls of the room where their water bottles had long ago since turned lukewarm. Hoseok was not one for lots of water breaks. Used to long durations of exercising and cardio, I had chosen to hang back and stretch out while Yoonjin made small talk with the others around her. I held in my laugh as she shot me a look or two of ‘what the fuck is going on’ and ‘please help me’ while talking to the animated girl with sweat drenched pink ponytails. Figuring that whatever kind of conversation she was wrapped up in was payback enough for the bruising I was sure to have on my ribs for the next week, I chose to let her suffer.

“You know I think you’d do a lot better in a higher level class.” There stood Jung Hoseok in all his beautiful glory as I attempted to straighten my legs from their lunge. I tried to blame the jittery feeling settling in as adrenaline from the cardio, but I knew my body was just buzzing from having him stand so close. Did he even sweat? How did he manage to smell like fucking flowers after dancing? Damn Jeongguk and his pretty posse.

“Uh sorry?”

Jung Hoseok smiled and offered a hand to me. I smiled back, although less brightly, and hoped my hands were not as sweaty as the rest of my body. “I just meant that you seem a little more experienced than what this class has to offer. It’s a shame to see talent be wasted on some basic combinations.” His eyes took a quick over my body and I flushed at movement. If he looks at me like that more time, I will be internally combusting.

“I-uh used to dance growing up.” My hands gripped my shirt as Hoseok proceeded to make eye contact. Does he have to be so nice and beautifully intimidating? A deadly combo for my poor nerves. Do I look away? Is it rude to keep eye contact? Would a wink be appropriate for a first conversation?

“How long did you take lessons?”

“Like 14 years maybe? My mom tried to put me in baseball like my brothers when I was 4, but after I started spitting and grabbing my pants before I batted she decided it probably wasn’t a good influence to be surrounded by all boys at home and during practice.” My lips pressed together as I pinched my face in horror. Oh god, why did I say that? Hoseok on the other hand was having a jolly good time as dropped his jaw and choked in a fit of laughter and I screwed my face shut in embarrassment. “I don’t know why I said that. Oh my god, please forget I just said that! I’m just nervous and I say stupid things when I’m nervous. I’m an idiot and I just don’t know how to shut up sometimes.”

Hoseok continued to laugh as I covered my overheating face with my hands wishing I had grabbed Yoonjin and left before we both got wrapped in unwanted conversations. “Y-you’re too cute. Oh god, I can totally see it!” Hoseok laughed for a few more breaths before settling down into giggles.

“Hyung...? Is everything okay?” Jeongguk shuffled over with both his and Hoseok’s bags as he glanced between Hoseok and I.

Hoseok giggled a few more times before accepting his bag from Jeongguk. “I was just just asking if...” Hoseok titled his head before looking back at me. “I forgot to ask for your name actually, I’m sorry.”

Not used to having 2 out of 7 members of Jeongguk’s Pretty Posse’s attention on me made me flush even warmer. “No worries, I’m (Y/N).”

Hoseok smiled at me before swinging his bag on his shoulder and went back to addressing Jeongguk. “I was just complimenting (Y/N) on her dancing. We could do with another dancer on the team don’t you think Jeongguk?”

“We could?” Jeongguk bugged his eyes out a little at his hyung before throwing a confused look his way.

Hoseok raised his eyebrows and tiled forward a little bit. “Of course, we could Gukie! Remember we had that talk earlier about adding a new member? Junhoo graduated last semester, so we don’t have anyone to fill his spot.” Jeongguk stared at Hoseok wondering who the hell Junhoo was and when this conversation happened. Hoseok starred a little harder before-Oh! “How about you let your hyung help you a little tonight.”

“Yes! You’re totally right Hobi-hyung! (Y/N), you would love our dance team! You’d fit right in too!” Jeongguk bounced on his heels a little as he turned to me. Back on was the sweater he had been wearing earlier. Damn. The sweater paws have returned too.

“Isn’t it all guys? How would that even work? I’m literally like half Jeongguk’s size.” My glance danced between Hoseok and Jeongguk as I bit my lip.

“Where there is a will, there is a way (Y/N). And I’m sure you won’t pick up any bad habits this time (Y/N). We’re all mannered and hygienic, so no worries!” My jaw dropped as Hoseok poked fun at my previous story and raised his eyebrows at me. That little-

I scoffed and stomped my foot to turn his direction fully. “I wasn’t even talking about that! I can’t believe you! I let one thing slip and you use it against me!” I jutted my lips out in a slight pout as I crossed my arms.

Jeongguk deflated a little as he watched Hoseok’s teasing glance and my pouting. “Am I missing something?”

“No!”

“Yes!”

My finger found a place on his chest as I leaned closer. Are those pecs…? “Jung Hoseok, you keep your mouth shut!” Those are definitely pecs.

“I will if you join our team.”

My mouth fell open as I removed my finger with an inaudible gasp. “I see you play dirty, Jung.” I tsked at him before turning to Jeongguk. “Get your hyung before he embarrasses me more and I combust.” Jeongguk blinks as I give him my sole focus and nods softly, most likely lost on what’s happening.

“So if that is a yes?”

Defeatedly, I face Hoseok and shrug my shoulders as I grab my bag from Yoonjin as she approaches. “You’re in luck. I was actually looking to join something a little more advanced dance wise. My body misses dancing despite how old it makes my bones feel.”

“So.. is that a yes?” Jeongguk reiterates as he bounces forward a little, eyes wide as his hair flops a little. I smile a little as my heart flops along with his hair. I give Hoseok a quick glance and will the oxygen to return to my lungs and brain at the focussed look he gives me.

“It’s a no.” My heart sinks at Jeongguk’s sudden smile. “Not that I wouldn’t join; I totally would! It’s just I have to find a music production mentor for my Music Composition and Engineering class and I’m basically meeting with strangers every other day until one decides to take me under their wing. I really need this class to graduate and I can’t afford any breaks until I find someone.” My hands are flying everywhere as I try to make my rejection lighter on Jeongguk.

Jeongguk nods a little and licks his lips as he gives Hoseok a quick glance. Hoseok seems to understand whatever is going on in his head and tilts his head toward him with a hard look as a warning to think before you speak, you love sick idiot. Jeongguk, with a heart often bigger than his brain, ignores his hyung and blurts out, “Yoongi-hyung is a music producer! I can introduce you to him and see if he’d be willing to mentor you.”

Hoseok closes his eyes and drops his head forward into his hands. Dammit Jeongguk.

I blink a few times before trying to stop my smile from spreading. “Are you sure? I mean I’d really appreciate it of course, but I know it might be a lot to ask. I’m also a total stranger, so you don’t have to at all!” My mouth suddenly feels dry as I lick my lips. “It would be really great though! Some of the guys I meet are total creeps and I don’t know how many coffees I drink everyday while one of them tries to feel me up.” I force a laugh to lessen my discomfort and hope it comes across as less awkward than I feel.

Jeongguk looks to Hoseok after I’m done exhausting my voice and they seem to share a meaningful look before Hoseok reaches into his pocket. “Here, give me your number. Jeongguk and I will talk to Yoongi-hyung and see what we can do. He might be willing to meet with you and see if you guys ‘vibe.’”

My eyes flick up to meet his as I smother another smile. My attempts fail and I grab his phone and giddily put in my number. “You guys are the best! I promise to join you guys if I can resolve this whole mess.” My grin widens as I think about not having to stifle through conversation after conversation every other day in some overpriced cafe with another self employed music producer as they critique every layer of my pieces. “Do guys like cookies? I’m totally baking you guys some cookies as thanks!”

“Are you ready to go (Y/N)?”

“Yoonjin! We’re going to be baking cookies for Hoseok and Jeongguk!” Yoonjin furrows her eyebrows as she loops her eyebrows with mine.

“We are?”

“We are! Is chocolate chip okay?” I offer her no other explanation as I ask Jeongguk with a sweet smile. These pretty boys were coming in handy and so were my depressive episodes’ baking habits.

“Chocolate-chip sounds great.” Jeongguk licks his lips as he feels his heart rate border an unhealthy pace. “Hyung, we-uh should probably head out and go pick up your package.”

“My package?” Hoseok finishes adding a baseball bat and a flower emoji to his new contact before catching the look Jeongguk is sending him. “Oh! Yeah, uh, I’ll have Jeongguk text you about Yoongi-hyung. It was nice meeting you (Y/N), get home safely!”

Yoonjin and I watch them both leave the room before facing each other.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I honestly have no fucking clue, but I think I’m gonna die. Please check my pulse.” Yoonjin feels at my neck and sighs.

“Nope, still alive. Maybe next time though.”

I re-loop our arms and pull her out of the emptying room. “Come on we have to go get Chaebin from the library before she has another aneurysm over her homework. I’ll fill you in on the way there.”

Yoonjin shrugs and follows along. “I hope you know that if this progresses into some dramatic fated love story I will be living vicariously through you.”

“I expect nothing less.”

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ellewritesathing · 4 years

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Ten Things II

Summary: If there’s one thing you have to know about Harvey Kinkle, it’s that he rarely thinks things through. So when he meets (and falls for) Sabrina Spellman on his first day of Baxter High and finds out that she can’t date anyone until her tempestuous sister does, it seems like the obvious solution is to get someone to date her so he can go out with Sabrina. A not so obvious choice for the challenge is Caliban, but, hey, it’s not like Harvey thought that far.

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Though Sabrina didn’t know very much about him, one thing was very clear: Harvey Kinkle was determined. It had taken him only a few days to figure out that she tutored people during study hall for extra money, and then he’d been letting her teach him chemistry every day since then.

Harvey was sweet, and a good listener. He had a slight problem staying focused but his distractions always left her with little drawings on her study notes. For all intents and purposes, Harvey was the perfect boy next door. He would make the perfect boyfriend, too, if she didn’t still have feelings for Nick.

But Sabrina couldn’t date Nick or anyone else until you did. So, for now, the fact that Harvey could make her laugh would have to be enough.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Harvey asked quietly, bumping his elbow into hers lightly.

Sabrina smiled and started closing her books, noticing a drawing of a flower in the margins that hadn't been there before. “Oh, nothing. How long was I out?”

“About a minute. And you say I’m the one with concentration issues.” Sabrina laughed but when she didn’t say anything else, he added, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Sabrina looked up from packing away her things long enough to see how nervous Harvey was. He was twisting his pencil in his hand when she looked at him. “Sure, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, uh, nothing’s wrong,” Harvey stammered. He leaned back ever so slightly and started fiddling with his pencil with a new intensity. “I was just wondering if you ... If you’d like to go out sometime. With me.”

“Harvey, I…”

“Oh no.” Harvey groaned and put his head in his hands. “You don’t like me like that and I just made things super awkward, right? Ugh, I’ll show myself out. Don’t worry about-”

Sabrina couldn’t help but laugh as she reached out and tried to pull his hands away from his face. She held his hands in hers as she tried to calm him down. “Harvey, no. It’s not like that.” She took a breath and adjusted, putting her hands on the table. “My aunts have this rule where I can’t date anyone until my sister does.”

“Oh,” Harvey said softly. He looked down at where her hands used to be holding his and Sabrina felt a pang of guilt in her chest.

“Yeah, and she’s not really …” Sabrina looked away. “There’s no one here that would- that she would …”

Harvey was quiet for a few minutes before he looked back up at her. “What if I know a guy?” he asked.

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Ever since that day outside the principal’s office, Harvey had mostly stayed away from Caliban. He was a senior so they didn’t have any of the same classes, and it’s not like he was exactly a team player so Harvey never saw him at basketball practice. Harvey was also a little scared of him, if he was being honest; there were a ton of rumors going around about him that weren’t exactly family-friendly. Staying away was easier.

Finding him was surprisingly easy. Speaking to him was not easy.

“So, uh, what do you think?” Harvey asked after he explained the whole story. Caliban continued to sprawl out on the bench and flick his lighter on and off so Harvey repeated himself.

“You want to get together with blondie-” Caliban pointed to where Sabrina stood on the field, getting ready for cheer practice. “But you can’t because her sister is a devout nun, who you want me to corrupt. Is that about it?”

Harvey shifted uncomfortably under Caliban’s gaze. When he put it like that, it sounded awful. “Yeah, that’s about it.”

“Why me?” Caliban asked.

“I hear her sister’s, uh, kind of …”

“Tempestuous?”

“A raging bitch is what comes up more often, but, uh, let’s go with that,” Harvey said. “So will you do it? I can’t pay you, but if you’re good with this then I’m pretty sure I can get Nick Scratch to.”

Caliban hummed slightly, making Harvey more nervous than he wanted to admit. “Nicholas Scratch. How’d you manage that one?”

Before Harvey had the chance to answer, a soccer ball came flying at them and he jumped away to avoid being hit. Caliban narrowly avoided setting himself on fire with his lighter.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Caliban hissed as he got to his feet, capping his lighter angrily.

“That-” Harvey took a breath as he put an arm around Caliban’s shoulders and pointed you out on the field “-Was your new girlfriend. Say hi.”

Caliban had this weird look on his face when Harvey looked over at him. His mouth turned up and he waved at you. You flipped him off. He smiled a bit wider.

“I’ll do it,” Caliban said.

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Believe it or not, Caliban actually liked Greendale. The people stopped all their ‘being friendly’ crap pretty soon and started leaving him alone, he’d found a place that made decent coffee, and there was a stray cat behind the bleachers that purred whenever he came close. But now he was being harassed by a guy who used more hair gel a day than they sold in the bottle, and Caliban’s patience was starting to slip.

Nicholas Scratch. Nick. They’d had a few classes together so far, but he made it clear he had no interest in Caliban and Caliban had no interest in him so they rarely talked. Now dear Nicholas had no problem talking.

“So what’s it gonna take, man?” Nicholas asked for the third time. “Someone to do your homework? Money?”

It’s not that Caliban disliked talking - he had no issues when Harvey was doing the talking - it’s that he disliked Nicholas.

“Twenty bucks is as high as I’ll go.”

“Well, let’s see-” Caliban let out a breath as he stood up and started walking around Nicholas “-I take her to the movies, and I pay for both of us because I'm a gentleman. That’s $20. Since she’s a lady, I also buy her popcorn and those little sour candies. That’s $40. Then there’s the gas it takes to get there, the probable dinner she’s going to want … Let’s round up at $100, shall we?”

Caliban would ask you out for free. Not for Harvey or this asshole, but because you had a lovely little habit of rolling your eyes at everything he said and then, very badly, trying to hide the smile that tried to spread across your face.

Nicholas tightened his jaw as he thought about the offer.

“Fine. Here’s the money,” he said as he dug out his wallet. Of course, he was the kind of person to keep one hundred dollars in cash on him. “Make sure she goes to the party next Friday. If you can get her to prom, I’ll double it.”

“Triple it. I don’t own a tux.”

Again, Nicholas clenched his jaw and looked away for a second. “It’s a deal. Don’t screw it up.”

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Caliban had been bugging you all week. He put notes in your locker that featured either lame pickup lines or little tidbits about people who’d done something dumb that day (begrudgingly, you had a favorite: when Billy walked face-first into an open locker), watched your practices but was long gone by the time you changed out of your uniform, and left his smoker smell on your stuff. It was a wonder you hadn’t punched him yet, but the day was young.

You were ready to track him down after school but found him waiting for you by your locker with his usual annoying smile on his face.

“What is your problem?” you asked when you’d stomped close enough for him to hear you.

“Hello to you, too, princess,” Caliban said sweetly.

“Don’t say hello to me and don’t call me princess.” You poked his chest on the second ‘don’t.’ “Why are you stalking me?”

“Stalking is a bit of a leap, isn’t it?” Caliban asked. His eyes sparkled with an infuriating sort of amusement, but he stepped aside so you could get to your locker.

“No, it isn’t. You leave me gifts, watch me, and never actually speak to me,” you said, punching in your combination. The lock popped open as you continued, “It’s creepy.”

“I’ll admit, it’s not my best attempt at getting your attention, but you walk away whenever I try to speak to you in person,” Caliban said.

“Gee, I wonder if there’s a reason for that,” you said as you lifted a hand to your chin to feign thinking about it. “Have you ever thought it’s because I don’t like you?”

“How could you not like me? I’ve been flirting with you for almost a week,” Caliban said.

“Well, stop flirting with me! First of all, you’re bad at it.” You shoved a book into your locker when it refused to cooperate with a huff. “And second of all, I don’t date smokers.”

“Good thing I don’t smoke.”

You snorted and turned to look at him. He was a liar with the smile of an angel. He also had a lighter in the front pocket of his dumb leather jacket. You reached over and pulled the old, silver zippo lighter from his jacket. “You sure about that, Sparky?”

Caliban smiled and took the lighter out of your hand. Though it only touched yours for a second, it was far warmer and softer than you’d expected. “Have you ever thought I just like to set things on fire?” he asked.

“An arsonist and a stalker. Are you sure you’re single?” you asked as you tried to steady your heart again.

Caliban laughed under his breath and looked down at the ground for a second before giving you a surprisingly unguarded smile. “So, if I stop smoking, you’ll date me?”

You rolled your eyes and closed your locker. You adjusted your bag before turning back to Caliban and giving him a smile of your own. For a second, all of Caliban’s cockiness faded as you grabbed a handful of his shirt to pull him closer to you. In a low voice, you said, “I don’t think you’re ready to date someone like me, Sparky.”

You let go of his shirt, patted his chest, and took a few steps backward before turning on your heel and walking towards the parking lot.

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You left without turning around to see Caliban with the most dumbstruck look on his face. Caliban was never ‘dumbstruck.’ He was the one that left people looking like this, he was the one doing the striking. But you’d struck him first.

And if you kept striking him, Caliban was bound to do something dumb like fall in love with you.

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psycho-slytherin · 4 years

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Strangers ch. 42

Yoongi confronts your attacker, and you awaken from one nightmare into another.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: fluff, angst, idfk

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“What? Who the fuck are you? Get out of my house before I call the police!” The redhead reaches for the door in an attempt to close it, but Yoongi’s hold is too strong. He’s been waiting for this moment for two weeks– and he won’t let the opportunity slip away.

“You don’t know me, Seoyeon? And here I thought you were a fan.” With his free hand, Yoongi reaches up and pulls down his mask. Seoyeon’s sneer falls in an instant, replaced with the look of utter shock and adoration that Yoongi knows so well.

“Yoon-Suga? Wait, oh- oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my-” Seoyeon’s eyes roll up into her head and she keels over backwards, hitting the floor with a heavy thump.

Well, that was quick. Y/n fainted too, Yoongi remembers, when she first saw him. Looking at the fallen girl, part of Yoongi wants to feel sympathy for her. After all, she’s a fan.

But then he remembers Y/n shaking as she told Yoongi what the woman in front of him had done to her. He remembers every time he saw his friend flinch at a light breeze, the tremor in her voice when she explained that scar on her leg, and his own fear at finding Y/n’s bloody coat in the river.

All because of her. And so Yoongi lets himself into the house, quietly closing the door behind him as he waits for her to wake up.

It had taken D two weeks to find Kang Seoyeon’s name and address from nothing more than the photo Yoongi had gotten off of Lisa’s laptop. Only now, as he stares at the woman’s motionless frame, Yoongi wonders if she really could have been capable of hurting Y/n like that. She’s pretty, petite, and vaguely reminds Yoongi of a pixie.

Another minute passes before Seoyeon begins to shift groggily. “Wha…”

“I’m not helping you up,” Yoongi says shortly.

Seoyeon’s head snaps up, her piercing eyes capturing Yoongi’s own. “Suga. Suga! It really wasn’t a dream?” She scrambles to her feet, reaching forward, and Yoongi suddenly feels as though he’s about to be eaten alive.

“I knew it,” Seoyeon whispers reverently. “Cap said you’d come to me. We’re meant to be.”

Y/n’s right– she’s psycho.

Yoongi feels darkness pooling in his heart, and loathing bubbling to the surface. “I don’t care what you think is meant to be. But there’s someone I do care about– and you deserve to rot in prison for what you did to her.”

“I- what… oh!” Seoyeon lowers her arms, an eerie smile growing on her face, much too wide to seem genuine. “You mean Y/n?”

Yoongi growls– a low, animalistic rumble– as he takes a step closer. “You tried to kill her.”

“But- ah,” Seoyeon seems to wince at the cold fury in his voice. Good. “I did it to protect you! Y/n thinks you belong to her, but you don’t!” Faster than Yoongi can react, Seoyeon’s hands shoot out and grab Yoongi’s shoulders with a grip forceful enough to hurt, the smile never leaving her face. “You belong to me, to us, Suga! To ARMYs!”

Shit. She’s stronger than he expected. But perhaps…

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” Yoongi says, lacing a note of authority into his tone. Unbelievably, Seoyeon’s grip loosens, and Yoongi uses the opportunity to push her hands away from him.

I don’t belong to anyone,” Yoongi continues forcefully, watching Seoyeon seem to shrink before him. “And nothing gives you the right to hurt her!”

Seoyeon pauses, and the house is dead silent for an eternal minute. “Nothing?” She begins snickering– quietly at first, but soon enough she doubles over with laughter. “You really don’t know what’s going to happen to your pretty little girlfriend, do you?”

It’s as though Yoongi’s blood has turned to ice. “What?”

“Ooh, you don’t know! Well, Cap said not to say…” Seoyeon pretends to think.

Yoongi grinds his teeth together in frustration; he knows he’s being baited, but if Y/n’s in danger… “Tell me.”

Seoyeon’s eyes are blown out as she stares at Yoongi, licking her lips. “I’d consider it a favor. I’d be willing to do you a lot of favors, you know. I’m… very good at favors.”

Yoongi’s stomach lurches. He doesn’t want to know what Seoyeon would do to him. “Don’t give me more reasons to call the cops. I could have you arrested.”

Seoyeon laughs again. “For what?”

“Attempted murder isn’t enough?” Yoongi fires back. “You nearly killed Y/n, you bi-”

“There’s no evidence. No one saw anything– I’m untouchable.” Seoyeon advances menacingly. “But you know who isn’t? Y/n.”

Yoongi opens his mouth to– he’s not sure; Question? Yell? Threaten?– when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He winces, unwilling to tear his eyes from the predator before him. Still, it could be Y/n– and Yoongi’s been worrying over her condition. He places himself between Seoyeon and the door before answering his phone, eyes never leaving hers.

“Yes?”

“Yo, Gloss, that girl you got me tracking down with the shitty dye job?”

Oh, it’s just his old friend. “D, I’m busy, let me call you later.”

“Nah, man, you gotta hear this. You’re gonna like it.”

Seoyeon stands motionless before him. Yoongi’s time before his driver bursts in is almost up and he hasn’t gotten a confession. “Fine. What is it?”

“Remember that photo of you and your girl that went viral a while back?”

How could he forget? The infamous picture from that night got him and Y/n into the whole publicity mess and changed their relationship forever.

“I was tracking Seoyeon’s IP address and digging through her socials… dude, the original photo came from one of her accounts.”

Yoongi’s blood turns to ice as D continues: “A bunch of these ARMY girls have backup accounts, and this one’s hers. You’ve got a stalker, my man.”

Could it be true? Had Kang Seoyeon followed Yoongi to the hospital and found Y/n? Were her injuries and trauma his fault?

Yoongi swallows, feeling the wave of anxiety almost drown him before he pushes it away. Not now.

“Thanks for letting me know,” he manages.

“No worries. Yo, what’s wrong? Are you-” Beep. Yoongi hangs up and shoves the phone into his pocket. “Now, where were we? Oh, right. You were going to tell me everything you know about Y/n and anyone that could hurt her.”

Seoyeon laughs, a pitched, wild noise. “Excuse me? Who said I’d tell you anything?”

Yoongi barely has to lean forward until he’s so close that Seoyeon needs to tilt her head up to look at him. “I did.”

Yoongi can hear her breath catch, practically seeing the wheels turning in her head. If she’s truly as obsessive as he thinks she is…

After a pause, Seoyeon grins. “Fine. Cap’s gonna hate me, but fine. I’ll tell you everything, and just in case you think I’m bullshitting, I’ll show you I mean business… for a price.”

Yoongi blinks. Is she bluffing? Could Y/n really be in danger? Am I in danger too?

“So? What’ll it be?”

Y/n. It’s for Y/n. But is it worth it?

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“Help! Help me!” A garbled, genderless voice yells.

“I’m trying!” You cry, running through the empty streets. The voice echoes around every corner. “Tell me where you are! I don’t know how to help you!”Suddenly you trip, falling hard. The pavement has turned into your bed, your legs tangled in the sheets.

“No one needs help from a traitor,” the same voice says from inside your head. “A liar.”

You struggle to rise, but your mattress seems to envelop you, pulling you in, and instead of soft sheets and down you’re surrounded by ice, unable to find purchase.

“I’m not a liar!” You scream, scrabbling for grip as the ice rises past your shoulders. Goosebumps erupt on your flesh and you begin shivering violently, the only movement the ice will allow. “T-t-tell me ho-w to f-find you!”

“Find me?” The ice finishes swallowing you whole, the gaping chasm closing above your head. You know you shouldn’t be able to breathe but your chest still rises and falls with the desperate action. “All you have to do… is look in a mirror.” The ice beneath your feet disappears and you’re dropped into the yawning darkness. You blink and the area is suddenly flooded with light. You’re in a jail cell, empty except for a large mirror. You feel something dry and sweet in your mouth, and when you glance at the mirror…

Lisa stares back at you, a pastry between her teeth. You spit it out, reaching forward. Lisa mirrors you, her hand outstretched.

“Where are you?” You murmur, watching as your words escape Lisa’s mouth. Suddenly her lips in the mirror curl into a smirk.

“I’m right in front of you. I always have been.”

“No!” Your eyes fly open, your heart thundering. You clutch at your chest, feeling as though the hand is holding your very being from falling to pieces. Fumbling for your phone, you wince at the bright screen before noticing the time. 4:00– well, it’s longer than you’ve managed to sleep all week. You groan at yet another nightmare, falling back onto your pillow with a sense of defeat. You hate this fear within you, but what can you do? Lisa’s gone and the redhead may have gotten to her. The detective told you not to worry, but how can you not worry? And now your mom is cutting you off, and you might have to drop out, and Lisa is gone, and it seems like the only constant left in your life is Yoongi.

Yoongi. You chuckle hollowly, falling back onto your pillow. He’s the least consistent person you know, but at least he’s always been there for you.

Ignoring your stomach’s rumbling protests, you close your eyes and turn over, praying sleep takes you again.

And take you it does– sweet, dreamless sleep captures you and when you blearily awake again it’s with sunlight streaming through your windows. It must be late in the morning already. Your phone buzzes obnoxiously with what sound like dozens of notifications.

Maybe I should just delete Twitter, you muse defeatedly as you flip over your phone, scrolling mindlessly through your mentions. Right away, you notice something strange:

@bangtan_thotyeondan: yo I hated on @yourname at first but tbh that was a brutal move by #SUGA :(

@armyteez23: I told @queerqueen this would happen! @yourname deserves better umu

@captainkookie21: I told you @BTS_twt @yourname

@dduddudude: Y’all feeling bad for @yourname when the bitch had it coming all along

@bangtan-news: (1/3)BREAKING! #SUGA announces the relationship with @yourname is OVER! A thread:

@bangtan-news: (2/3)In an exclusive interview, #SUGA discussed the break from @yourname and his new girlfriend, @seoyeonnie-loves-bts!

@bangtan-news: (3/3) @yourname has not released a statement on the situation. Stay tuned!

Your jaw drops. The relationship is over? New girlfriend? What... what happened? You click on the linked profile and check @seoyeonnie-loves-bts’s most recent post– it’s just a photo with a heart caption.

You suddenly feel sick. The- it- it’s…

“You.” You whisper, all blood draining from your face. “You. And…”

The photo is of a beautiful redheaded girl. Her. She’s beaming, fingers interlaced with those of a very familiar man.

You stare into Yoongi’s eyes in the photo, trying desperately to see something that isn’t there. You struggle for a second to form words, barely able to breathe. “You.”

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a-simple-imagine · 4 years

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To Start a Revolution

Synopsis: Dolores saved your life but where do you go from there?

Pairing: Dolores Abernathy x fem!reader

Words: 1.9k+

A/N - So this story follows the main show and I tried to insert the reader and add my own little spin. Y/N is kinda like Caleb only Caleb still exists and they will meet in the next part. And where Dolores got through to him through telling the entire truth I tried to make it so she’s a little softer with the reader, it’s about protection over anger or revenge. Whether Dolores actually feel anything for the reader is....??

You agreed to go with her out of necessity more than anything else. With everything that just happened you didn't doubt that if you had stayed behind, especially by yourself, you'd end up dead. And as much as you battle with dark thoughts, you didn't want it to end so abruptly because of a random woman you hardly know. You weren't sure if she was to be trusted but she hadn't given you a reason not to. Your hand was still in hers as you walk together. It was quiet on this particularly bright and sunny morning. It was a refreshing sight after all that rain. The few people that did walk past seemingly paid you no attention and yet every presence put you on edge. It just felt like the world was watching. A gentle squeeze of your hand brings you back to reality.

"Should we just be out in the open like this?"

"Y/N Y/L/N, have the techs in monitoring wipe her surveillance and then send me her profile."

"Can you explain what's going on, please?" Dolores doesn't reply which is expected at this point but she does drop your hand. You only now notice how sweaty your palms are but you were feeling a lot of pressure right now. You rub your hands against your jeans, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm your nerves. "And did you by any chance pack my limbic tabs? I could do with a little crystal ponds right now, maybe even a nice zen garden."

Your destination was a small cafe downtown known as Blu. The bell above the door chimed as the door slid open alerting everyone inside to your presence. There were only two other customers; an older lady with short silver hair was scrolling on a tablet with a cup of something in the other hand and a man with dirty blonde hair. He looked up from his tablet to catch you staring and you immediately pulled your eyes away. Shiro was behind the counter today, a small girl with deep blue hair and Max was leaning against a wall. You came here often enough, you knew every staff member by name. You still didn't like the thought of being in public though; surely you should be somewhere a little less obvious. You soon realise Dolores has led you to your favourite spot, in the right corner of the establishment. It had two armchairs surrounding a small wooden table. There's an old picture of the Eiffel Tower hung up on the wall behind. You've never brought anyone with you before. You come here alone to just watch the world go by. You take up a seat and wait for her to return from the counter.

"What did you order?"

"I got you a coffee," The blonde flashed a smile as she takes the seat across from you. "the house blend of course as well as a croissant. It'll be a few minutes."

"Okay...," You watch her carefully, wondering why she ordered for you. How did she even know what you wanted? You always got the same thing but she didn't know that maybe Shiro or Max told her? "Thanks, I guess."

"This place is... quaint. I can see why it's your favourite," Dolores announces, glancing around the room. "You come here every Friday morning before work, spend about thirty minutes just sitting here staring out the window and you always order the exact same thing." She looks back to you, meeting your curious eyes. Was she a psychic or a psycho because this was some creepy level of knowledge. "Humans are a creature of habit."

"Oh so you actually do have friends," Max comments as he walks up to the table; placing the mug and milk on the table followed by the croissant. You flash him a tight-lipped smile to disguise your discomfort.

"What gives you that idea? I don't even know this woman," You point to Dolores, laughing softly.

"And yet she knows exactly what you like," he tosses a sachet of sugar onto the table. "Enjoy. Are you sure I can't get you anything?"

Dolores shakes her head. "No thanks."

When Max leaves, you turn your attention to your coffee. "No offence but the more you talk the creepier you get." Picking up the milk, you add just a dash following it up with sugar. "A little time together and now I've got myself a stalker."

"You make jokes when your anxious," Dolores smiles. "I haven't been stalking you. Someone- something else is watching you."

"Those guys that were after you, what did they want?" You inquire. Bringing your coffee up to your lips; you blow softly on the top before taking a small sip. "You must be in some real deep shit, Dolores."

"They're not the issue." She explains ever so calmly; you wouldn't think someone was trying to kill her or that someone was trying to kill you. "They were paid. They're a part of something so much bigger than themselves."

So much bigger than themselves. They may have tried to push you off a building but you can't help but relate. Being pulled into a situation you had no business being a part of. The only difference being you the reward at the end. "Wish I was getting paid for almost dying."

A chuckle leaves her lips but it lacks any amusement; she is simply humouring you. "I can offer you money, as much as you want and you can run."

"Why would I run?" You knew the answer before you even asked but this still felt too much. You were feeling very... overwhelmed and didn't want to believe someone was threatening your existence. Your heartbeat was growing louder by the second in the pause between the question and answer. Unable to tell if you were hot because of the beverage or something else entirely. You take another dose of coffee; It definitely wasn't helping with the nerves.

"It'd be your only chance of survival but they'd still try to hunt you down." The coffee trickles down your throat and you almost choke on it. Traces of liquid come sputtering back up. Dolores unzips your bag and pulls out a small plastic black container, slapping it down on top of the table. She then grabs her tablet as you reach for your saving grace. Her hand falls to yours as you grab it bringing you to a stop. You look to her as she squeezes your hand just a little too tight; swallowing hard as you stare into the sea of her eyes. "Calm down," she states firmly, if only it helped your mood the way medically prescribed tabs do. Her hand slips off you and you're quick to open up the box and take a tab on tip of your forefinger. Lightly pressing it to the roof of your mouth. "You should be careful," she continues absentmindedly bringing up the interface and selecting zen garden. It was your most frequent choice but you did mix it up sometimes. Eyes fluttering closed, you take a deep centring breath. The good thing about the ID8 app is that you could adjust the settings for a truly personal experience. Right now it was enough to calm you down but allowed her to keep your attention as you started on the croissant. Ripping off the end of the pastry, you pop it into your mouth. "do you know who makes these?"

"Incite," You mumble. "What's the problem? Are you one of those people who hates tech?"

"Not at all," Dolores shakes her head. "I'm not referring to the company but the system that it's built on and the data it has collected."

"Oh," The system it was built on? Why did that matter? "Everyone knows they collect data, Dolores, It's not a big deal."

"But it is," Despite her calm demeanour Dolores spoke with such an intensity it was hard to ignore. Perhaps it was the way she spoke rather than the words themselves? Or the way she was always one step ahead in the conversation no matter the subject? "It's so much more than that. It's not just surveillance and social media but something bigger.

"I don't understand."

Dolores sighs as if you were supposed to get everything the first time. It was hard to understand where this was going? She was just randomly talking about data and incite but why do people want her dead? She's not the first conspiracy nut in the world. "Are you planning on running away?"

"I... don't know," you shrug. Everything was happening so fast you hadn't really thought that far ahead. "What other option is there? You told me last night that if I stay they'll kill me."

"I can protect you," She announces and you can't help but find shining knight Dolores appealing; she was already appealing but now she was intriguing. Not to mention that the sun was casting her in such an angelic glow right now that it was hard not to admire her. "If you help me, I'll keep you safe."

"Help you with what? what are you planning to do?" You ask, ripping off another piece of your pastry but hesitating before putting it in your mouth. "You keep saying to trust you but you never explain any-"

"Why didn't you tell those men about me?" She interrupts. "They were going to kill you."

You think about it for a second as you finish chewing before shrugging your shoulders. "I had nothing to tell."

Her eyes flicker to the tablet and back to you. "You had plenty, In a dire situation you could have said anything but you didn't; you acted like you didn't even know me."

"I don't know you," A small sigh leaves your lips. "I guess you're the first person to show me any real kindness in years. You made me feel something even if it was short-lived so I guess I felt like owed you."

"You're highly driven by emotion," Dolores replies. "People are easy to predict but there's something about you that is different. A decision like that coming from someone like you surprised me and very few things do that anymore."

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment," You grin, finishing up your snack and brushing your hands to rid them of any crumbs. "So if I stay, what happens next? You must be planning something big?"

"I plan to expose this world for what it truly is"

You brows knit together. What the fuck does that even mean? "How?"

Dolores put her tablet away followed by your limbic tabs. You watched her for a second, leaning back in your seat. "The details will become clear, so?"

"I don't know how useful I'll be," you can't say you've ever done anything like this before? Never been part of something like this. Never wanted to expose the world for what it truly is to use Dolores's words but what other options were there? You couldn't run forever, you probably wouldn't last that long anyway and it wasn't like you could just go back home and forget about everyone. At least if you go with Dolores you'd have a fighting chance.

"More than you think but it won't be easy."

"You basically told me I'm dead either way so... What have I got to lose?"

Dolores handed over your bag while taking her own as she rose to her feet. "I have to go, I'll come to collect you when I'm finished."

"Where are you going?" You wonder, rising to your feet alongside her. She was leaving you alone already?

"To start a revolution."

#dolores abernathy #westworld #Dolores abernathy x reader #evan rachel wood #dolores x reader #westworld fanfiction

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potaetaezz · 5 years

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|| Sweet Like Coffee || 6

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Finally a long chp | I’m so sorry if my fanfics are late, I’ve so much studying to do | here we go~

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Tuesday [5:48]

Your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, as you looked at him with shy eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re on about.”

He eyed you up, and purred, “oh but I think you do.”

You avoided the heavyweight of his stares as best you could, looking at your hands instead, fidgeting anxiously. It very nearly felt like an interrogation, with his eyes watching your every move.

“I’ve seen the way your eyes focus on Jeno. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t caught on yet.”

You mouthed an ‘I don’t know’, losing your voice under his intimidating presence.

Your brain begged your legs to get up and leave, but they had turned to jelly the minute ‘Jeno’s’ name was mentioned.

“And even Jaemin’s acting unusually nice.”

“Nice?” you scoffed, looking up to meet his glare, confidence rising.

“Trust me, if you were any other girl, you’d be devoured already, for ruining his favorite shirt.”

You stayed silent, sinking back into your chair.

“So?” you asked, voice low but steady.

“So,” he scoffed back, relentlessly. “To be blunt, I don’t see anything special about you. But seeing as you’ve even got Jaemin’s head turned, it must be bewitching.”

He was straightforward and clear. He didn’t hold back, with weight in every word. You felt a tinge of guilt rise in your stomach as if you did something wrong.

“So,” he repeated, slowly. “care to show me what’s so special?”

You could see every spec of delight hidden in his stubborn glare.

And before you could react to his idiocy, someone laughed behind you, clapping.

You felt the librarian glower towards you.

He rested his hands on the back of your chair as you turned to see who it was. You came face to face with his crooked smile, too close for comfort.

“Good afternoon, pest.”

You turned back around almost immediately, to see a content Haechan, leaning back into his chair, arms crossed.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave.” Haechan lifted his eyebrows. “Party’s on Friday, come if you can y/n.”

He acted as if nothing happened, and left without another word. It frustrated you even more.

“Miss me?” Jaemin whispered ever so slightly in your ear. You could almost feel the brush of his lips against the back of your neck. You stiffened. He moved away. Your ear burned from his softly spoken words.

He stuck the note which you had used earlier onto your forehead. “Nice try sweetheart, but it didn’t work.”

His newfound pet name painted your cheeks, instead of Jaemin’s.

He sat across from you, and there it was, that smile. He looked like the epitome of innocence, his smile beaming. If you didn’t know him better, you might be fooled.

“I highly doubt you came here to study.” It wasn’t a question.

“Clever girl.” He teased. “Let’s have some fun.”

“Like what?” You kept a straight-face, preparing yourself for the crazy idea to come.

“A movie.”

“As if I’d go to a movie with you.” You tried to damage his ego, maybe that might elicit a response.”

“Fine.” He spat out, but it wasn’t like Jaemin to give up so easily.

“Don’t, and I’ll kiss you. Right now.”

You hesitated, trying to decipher if it was a bluff or not.

Then he moved closer. You remained silent. You could feel his breath on you, it was warm. You could smell him now, a hint of amber and musk. His eyes swept across your face, snagging on your mouth, your neck warmed again. ‘Want’ pulsed through your veins. Mind scattered like the stars. He swallowed.

“3, 2..”

People began to notice.

“One.”

His lips almost touched yours when-

“Fine !! I’ll go see the damn movie!” You shrieked. And he slivered back to his chair, satisfied.

———

He kept insisting to watch a horror film, but you ignored him.

“There is no way in hell I’m watching a horror movie.” You protested.

He began to pout his lips and make kissing noises. You rolled your eyes.

“That’ll do”

There were a lot more people in the movie theatre than you expected.

Most were….couples.

But that thought went out the window as soon as Jaemin sat down with the popcorn.

“You can’t back out now.” He laughed

“I think I’ll be okay.” Lies.

Someone could just say ‘Boo’ and you’d probably get scared. You hated loud noises, and the last time you went to a horror movie, Renjun laughed at you for a solid hour.

You just hoped you could keep your nerves down.

The lights dimmed, and you could feel the goosebumps rising on your arms. Jaemin leaned in close, your ear still burning from before. “Promise me you won’t hold my hand.” he teased.

He wanted a reaction, a laugh, to play with your heartstrings a bit.

You faced him, inches away from his mouth, looking him right in the eye. “I don’t make promises.”

He could’ve blushed, but it was too dark to see.

The first half an hour was fine, you held your composure, no screams to be heard. But then the jump scares came. The first one (nobody saw coming) you jumped out of your skin, followed by a laugh from Jaemin. He didn’t even move an inch, however.

You held your hands up to your eyes, barely peaking from the gap between your fingers. Lodged back into your chair, knees up incase anything was on the floor. The next few scares, you could see Jaemin tense.

‘I guess it’s not only me who’s scared.’ you smiled sillily to yourself.

He leaned his shoulder into yours ever so slightly until they were touching.

You stiffened.

He grabbed your hand from covering your eyes and intertwined it with his. Smoothly. Charmingly. You scoffed remembering his previous comment. You would have jerked it away just as fast if you were not glued to your seat, scared to death. You didn’t think of it as anything more than what it was. No, you wouldn’t allow yourself to think of it at all. Your heart rate increased, but you weren’t so sure if it was from the movie or from the now present hand clutching yours desperately.

Neither of you let go until the end. Towards the remaining 30 mins, he often covered your eyes with his large hand so you didn’t have to see the gore. You’ve never seen him like this; considerate, compassionate. You liked it, not that you would admit it.

You only screamed twice though-out the whole movie, which surprised you, and Jaemin for that matter. When the lights turned on slowly, you saw the reality- your small hand gently held by his large one. ‘Gently’ wasn’t an adjective you would’ve used to described Jaemin, at least not before the movie. He let go softly, and cracked a smile.

“Did you like it?” He asked. (The movie or my hand?)

You glared at him, but a smile was building. “Not. One. Bit.”

As you walked back outside, it was already dark. And extremely cold.

“Where do you live?”

“Stalker.” you retorted, you see why he loves to tease you so much.

“If I was a stalker I’d already know where you live.” And he quirked his eyebrows.

Things seemed different after the movie. He started to show the ‘real’ side of him more. He smiled more. He laughed more. His facade beginning to lift ever so slightly.

You insisted he walked you home. You said it was because it was dark, it was actually because the movie completely freaked you out. Nevertheless, he agreed without too much complaining.

———

It wasn’t a long walk from the theatre, and chatting with Jaemin about insignificant things from your day made the time go faster. It surprised you that you could actually hold a conversation with him for more than like 2 minutes. Today truly was a day for surprises.

“Thanks…” you said awkwardly once you arrived at your front door.

“No problem…scaredy-cat.” There it was, that beaming smile that you couldn’t seem to get enough of.

“Goodnight.” He spoke delicately. Your mind flashed back to when Jeno said those exact words last night. You watched him turn around, and soon enough the darkness consumed him.

Your hand wrapped around the door handle as you pushed it down. Well, tried. It didn’t budge. You tried a few more times before you shouted out of frustration. “Fucksake Ten!!”

You took out your phone and rang him.

No answer.

And again.

No answer.

“Where could he even go on a Tuesday night!” you growled.

You slid your hand into the flower pot, where you kept your keys.

Gone.

You now felt alone, no bright smile to give you light.

You looked to see if you could still see him.

‘He couldn’t have gone that far.’

You ran back up the road you came, eyes searching and sure enough there he was. His blonde hair shining from the light of the moon. You chased after him.

He turned around, after hearing your loud breathing.

“Everything okay?” he asked, eyes wide.

‘God I need to exercise.’

You tried to explain it to him but you were huffing too much for him to understand.

“Wo-woah slow down.”

You started again, once catching your breath. “My brother isn’t home, or answering his phone, and he took my keys.”

He cracked that charming smile, one-half of his lips curled. “I’ve an idea.”

From the smug look on his face you could tell it wasn’t going to be a good one. The old Jaemin was back and eager. It was as if you were right where he wanted, caught in his trap, victim to his charm.

“Well I guess you’ll have to stay at my house.” and he winked.

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maknaesdancersrappers · 6 years

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Devoted 2.

Part 2

Overall warnings: kinkier smut (eg. voyeurism, exhibition, etc.), character death, dark themes, mostly written while tipsy over soju

Just how devoted is Jaehyun to you?

prev: Part 1

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“Finally!” was Yebin’s scream at your face when you met them inside of the bar, slipping into the booth beside you. “It’s about goddamn time!”

It was a Friday night and the bar Minkyung suggested was slowly starting to fill up with people. You roll your eyes, “Don’t act like I haven’t seen you for so long.”

“Not that, dumbass.” She scowls, “That!!!” She points at your finger and you blush, retracting your hand from the table.

Minkyung gasps, grabbing your wrist before it slips under the table. “Bitch! When?!”

“Last Tuesday night.”

“Where? How? Just tell us all the details!” Yebin demanded, bouncing a little on her seat.

You laugh at your friends, granting their wishes and told how Jaehyun’s proposal went with as much detail as possible. They gushed at the fact your engagement ring was your mother’s and already hounded you with wedding details.

“Can you guys, like, chill for a minute. We literally just got engaged and we have plenty of time to plan the wedding.”

“Would it be in the news? Jaehyun is a chaebol after all and of one of the top casinos in Korea.”

You only found out about Jaehyun being a chaebol the day you two had moved in together. The apartment was located at the heart of the business district which meant all leases and rent fees were thrice as expensive. You were shocked, to say the least, asking Jaehyun how they would afford to keep living here. He sat you down on the couch and admitted how the apartment has been fully paid for and the only thing they would have to worry about is what they’ll eat because even the bills are directly charged to his parents.

Now, you knew he comes from a wealthy family and they have a “successful” business that he would eventually take over. He never told you what it was and you always assumed it was something like a small company, but your jaw drops when he tells you that it was the Jung Properties, Inc. that owned Lucky Seven, one of the top casinos in Korea.

When you met his family for the first time, they seemed so humble and down to earth and you would have never guessed they were earning billions by the minute with how they treated you and acted around you. You wanted to call his bluff, but three days later Jaehyun’s face appears on the news and is reported to be in training to inherit the business.

“Media knows of his existence, but his parents made sure he’d live a private life. I mean, it’s been years and the media doesn’t even know about me. Maybe it’ll be leaked, but I don’t think it’s something I should worry about. Why’d you ask?”

“Well, what if your stalker from college finds you again?” Yebin suggests and ignores the fact you choked on your shot.

Coughing, you stutter out, “H-he won’t. I mean, he’s probably lost interest in me by now, right?”

Minkyung shrugs her shoulders, “We’ll never know, [Y/N]. Maybe the reason why media hasn’t picked up on your relationship with Jaehyun because he made sure to protect your identity.”

Even after all these years, you wondered if you should have told them about what really happened that night. But Minkyung’s words linger on you for a bit: did Jaehyun have your identity sealed for your sake or his own personal interest?

“Your stalker might have stopped back then, but he can always start again. It’s better safe than sorry…”

You note how her voice trails off and quickly fill in the silence, “I’m sorry about your cousin, Minkyung.”

She weakly smiles back.

Her cousin, Miyoung, had been missing for over a year now and has been officially declared dead by the police just last week. You’ve only met her a handful of times, but it was enough to understand that it wasn’t like her to run away, as what they had initially thought. They can only guess she was kidnapped, but then again, there was never a ransom note.

“A part of me believes she’s still alive.” Minkyung admits before shaking her head, “Let’s not talk about this. We should celebrate your engagement!”

“A round of margaritas on me!” Yebin shouts, gesturing to the bartender who catches her order.

You woke up to a headache and the muffled sound of voices in the living room. Groggily, you push yourself up the bed and stare at the empty space beside you; realizing one of the voices belonged to Jaehyun.

You vaguely remember him picking you up last night from the bar after his meeting, drunkenly laughing at Yebin colorfully congratulating him—well, the gist of her words. He helps you into the car and buckles you in while you wave your friends goodbye. When you get home, he helps you undress—sneaks in a few kisses onto your skin—and takes your make-up off for you before tucking you into bed beside him.

The voices in the living room stop for a second until it picks back up, but both are talking over one another. As you try to make out who the other voice belonged to, you hoist yourself up the bed and threw on the silk robe you had in the bathroom as you breeze through your morning routine of brushing your teeth and washing your face. Trudging along the hallway to the living room after freshening up, you spy a woman rounding the corner and walking up to you.

You think your eyes are deceiving you when you recognize the chocolate hair pulled up high to a tight bun and the signature pristine white sheath dress you’ve learned to associate her with through the years. As she got closer, you still find yourself in awe at how flawless her features were despite her age.

“Oh sweetheart! You’re awake! Good morning.”

It was Jaehyun’s mother.

She pulls you into a hug and you blush, realizing your situation.

“I-I didn’t know you were visiting today.” You return the hug, “If I knew, I wouldn’t have—“

“Nonsense! We’re all allowed to drink and party once in a while, especially if it’s to celebrate an engagement!” Her eyes sparkled with her words, making you smile. She had always been fond of you and was quite vocal about it; teasingly calling you “myeoneuri” when you had reached three years of dating her son.

There was an angry exclamation that made both of you flinch. She offers you an apologetic smile, “Did they wake up you up? Jaehyun and his father are on their phones right now.”

“Did something happen?”

She smoothes your hair down, “Sweetheart, you know we had always protected you and Jaehyun’s privacy from the media? This morning… your engagement was broadcasted all over the news. We don’t know how they got the information and they’re doing everything they can to take it down—or at least block out any personal information the media is digging up.”

“Oh.” You blink, unsure of what to say or how to react. If anything, the headache you woke up with starts acting up again as you try to process what she had just said.

“Goodness, you’ve just woken up. Let’s get you some coffee, okay?” Jaehyun’s mom leads you down the hallway, past the living room where you see Jaehyun and his father with their ears to their phones and back turned from you, and into the open kitchen where she ushers you to sit down. “So Jaehyun had told us you were out with your friends—Yebin and Minkyung, correct? Your roommates from college?”

You nod, “Yes, I was. They’ve wanted me to join them for a night out for some time now, but I’ve always been busy with work. I thought it was great timing when they asked again so I could… Oh no,” You cradle your head with your hands, planting your elbows to the table, “Someone from the bar must have overheard us when I told them about the engagement.”

Jaehyun’s mom offers you a sympathetic smile, “It was an honest mistake. Don’t stress over it, dear. I’m sure our boys will have it under control.”

Your cheeks unconsciously warmed at her last sentence and she catches a glimpse of it.

“[Y/N], I’m really happy you’ve entered my son’s life—as well as ours. I didn’t think he was ever going to get a girlfriend, let alone find a wife on his own.” She places a cup of coffee in front of you and puts a hand over yours. “When Jaehyun told us about wanting to propose to you last week, we were over the moon—and between you and me, I’m pretty sure your father had shed a tear out of joy.”

You chuckled along with her, letting your eyes fall to the ring on your finger. Deep in your gut, fear rumbled. It made you uneasy thinking there are people trying to look up information about you. You had nothing to hide from your past and it wasn’t about whether people would think you were fit for him or not—they can paint you as a cinderella or a gold digger—but it’s how Jaehyun would react that scares you. Glancing up at his mom, who made herself busy by making brunch, and debated with yourself: should you tell his mom about that night?

Before you can finish your thought, you feel someone kiss you temple.

“Good morning, baby.” Jaehyun whispers, placing his phone by your coffee mug and runs his hands down your shoulders, “Are you okay? Do you need aspirin?”

“I’m fine.” You sigh, stretching your neck to kiss his cheek before he straightens his back. “I’m sorry.”

He frowns at your apology, tilting his head to the side. “What for?”

“I think someone at the bar overheard me telling the girls about our engagement and knew who you were. I should’ve waited until we were in a more private place before I told them.”

“You did nothing wrong, love. Someone just sold information to a media outlet that was audacious enough to report it. We’ll have it under control soon.” He assures you with another kiss on your head.

“But we’ll need to satiate the press eventually.” His father strides in; a delicately aged version of Jaehyun, really, sporting the same dimples and eyes. “I suggest an intimate engagement party, if you don’t mind, dear.”

The question was directed at you and it took you a beat to respond: “Oh, I don’t mind. I understand if it’s necessary.”

“The entire Jung clan is dying to meet you anyways, it’s better than having them hound you on the wedding day.” His mom pipes up, serving a towering stack of waffles on the table, “I’ll take care of the engagement party as it is what I do best.”

Jaehyun’s mom was a renowned event planner; she specialized in galas and charity events, but reduced herself to planning events within the casino only to take care of Jaehyun when he was born and only accepted work from a short list of clientele since then.

“I can take her to the charity event tonight—Kim Junmyeon’s, I believe? I wasn’t planning on going because Yunho said he can squeeze it in his schedule.” Jaehyun speaks up, his words a little slow and doubtful.

His father nods, “Sounds good. Yunho should let you go in his place. That boy needs a break! Having his home above his workplace was a mistake.”

“Now, now, enough talk, let’s all eat.” His mother sets down another plate, filled with eggs and bacon, before ushering them to sit around you.

After having the spontaneous brunch with his parents, you and Jaehyun saw them off with promises of another brunch tomorrow with your parents. Retreating back into your home, Jaehyun takes a seat on the couch and massages his temples with two fingers.

“Jae?” You worriedly ask, sitting beside him and placing your hand on his knee. Hopefully, he couldn’t feel your fingers trembling.

There was something unsettling about how it took him a second to reply, staring at the polished cherry wood coffee table with a stoic expression. In the back of your mind, you’re having flashbacks to that night when you pieced up the clues together and found out what he had done. You began to retract your hand until he sighs and grabs your hand, making you flinch.

He doesn’t seem to notice as he close his eyes and smacks his lips together, “I just don’t want people to go through your private information. They can go through mine all they want, but not yours—they don’t have a reason to.”

Relief floods into your system; your hand maneuvers around to intertwine your fingers together, “I have nothing to hide, you know that… your parents know that.”

Jaehyun looks at you, “They can turn anything into an issue. I don’t want to bring stress upon you or your parents in case the media exaggerates something. I swear, if they try to put dirt on you—”

You squeeze his hand, stopping him from finishing his sentence, his eyes locking with yours with genuine concern, “What matters is that we know what’s true. You said you guys will have it under control soon and I have complete trust in that.”

He still looked tense when he nods at your statement, looking back at the table as if it had answers to unasked questions.

You lean over to kiss his cheek, watching his eyelashes fluttering as you momentarily distract him from his thoughts and giving you a raunchy idea. Your hand lets go of his to run up the length of his arm, fingertips sneakily slipping past the short sleeves of his gray shirt. “Jae, I want something.”

“What is it?”

“It’s beneficial for both of us at the moment.” You whisper, tracing a slow path down his neck with your lips. Your hand makes its way down to cup his crotch and palms his cock until it hardened enough for your liking. Without another word, you pulled at the garter of his sweatpants down until his member is freed, taking it into your hand and languidly pumping it.

Jaehyun sighs, tucking your hair behind your ear for you and nodding when you glanced at him before lowering your mouth towards his groin.

Your friends, distant relatives, and even colleagues began to contact either of you after Jaehyun comes into your mouth and it took about a few hours until the congratulatory messages, from emails, texts, calls, to even brunch meetups, have finally ceased. Everyone seemed to be thrilled that you and Jaehyun were engaged, in fact, Ten admitted he and Johnny had made a bet when Jaehyun was going to propose during the graduation outing you all had.

“Oh,” You blink rapidly, snapping out of your reverie. “Will Johnny be at the event?”

Jaehyun turns his attention from the view outside the car window to you, squeezing your hand a little. “He said he will.”

You wait—testing him if he’ll ask why you were inquiring about the other’s attendance, but he doesn’t and simply kisses the engagement ring on your finger. “He has a lot of explaining to with what happened between him and Ten.”

He chuckles, “They’re still friends, [Y/N]. It was a mutual decision to break up because long distance relationships are hard to maintain, especially if Johnny is the president of his own company in the US. And Ten wanted to go back to Thailand to teach dance to children.”

“Doesn’t explain why they had to break up without telling any of their friends—” He cocks an eyebrow at you, “Other close friends, such as myself.”

Choosing not to vocally reply, he kisses your hand again with an amused smile and looked forward, watching the driver maneuver through the moderate traffic to get to the charity event he had suggested to take you, originally, for publicity purposes, but you didn’t mind, of course. You enjoyed dressing up like any other girl and events like these almost always led to happy times back at home.

You chose to wear a variant of red to make it known to him that you did, in fact, want a happy ending to this day. You wore a burgundy chiffon, A-line dress with a round neck and a crossed back. It stopped just above your knees and you paired it with his favorite heels; the cherry on top that sealed the deal for what’s to come when you return home. You had your hair tousled and swept to one side, pinned with several bobby pins to keep it in place.

The car comes to a halt and Jaehyun gets out, offering his hand to you as you follow him. The event took place at a hotel’s ballroom and up until you got inside after registering, Jaehyun kept your hand in his.

The ballroom was adequately lit from a massive chandelier and fairy lights streaming from it and connected to the pillars. It was littered with tall, elegant cocktail tables and waiters walking around holding trays of food and drinks.

“Ah, the elusive son of the Jung’s, I believe.” A robust man in a gray suit walks up to Jaehyun, “Good to finally meet you in person, boy!”

“Mr. Cho Sanghun, good evening.” Jaehyun pulls you to his side, gripping your hip when the man’s wrinkled eye smile fall upon your frame. “This is my fiancee, [Y/N].”

“Good evening.” You bow your head a little to show respect and to hide your wince at Jaehyun’s actions.

“Ah, young love. I hope you two enjoy tonight. Send my regards to your father, boy.”

When he finally leaves, you feel Jaehyun’s grip loosen. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, “I was just surprised.”

“He’s notorious for being a sugar daddy to high school and college students who are willing to satisfy his needs.” He says in a low voice, careful not to have anyone else hear their conversation. “I’m just marking my territory.”

Raising your left hand in front of his face, you roll your eyes, “You already have.”

He gives you a shy smile, pressing his lips on the side of your head. “Come on, I heard my cousins are here.”

His older cousins founded and owned a high end, fashion brand called ‘Blanc & Eclare’ that you personally liked. The eldest among the two sisters, Sooyeon, had given you a special set she personally made to repay you for the freelance photography and interior design you did for her line and office when she first started out the business.

She was first to greet you when you and Jaehyun approached the table, putting her wine glass down to throw her slender arms around you. “You guys are here! Congratulations again.”

Soojung, the youngest of the two, hugs you next, pressing her cheek against yours after her sister steps away. “We were literally just talking about you two. May I see the ring? Is it really your mother’s?”

“Yes, it is.” You blush, letting Soojung’s fingers ghost over yours.

“It’s beautiful. Good job, cuz.” She smirks at Jaehyun, who momentarily lets go of you to grab two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter.

“Have you talked about the wedding yet?” Sooyeon inquires, returning to her wine glass.

“Ah,” Jaehyun speaks up for you as he hands you the drink, “I’ve been busy with a new merger the past days that we haven’t been able to talk about it.” He looks at you with an apologetic smile.

“There’s no rush, Jae. I’d rather not get in the way of any business opportunities for the company.” You assure him with a light squeeze on his arm. “Besides, your mom looks dead set on being the planner already.”

“We’re willing to help!” Sooyeon interjects, “I am, in fact, the creative director of my own fashion brand.”

“We were already halfway done with listing the possible themes and motifs that suited your relationship before you walked over.” Soojung giggles and you join her.

“Well, I’d like to hear them, then.” You set the glass on the table after taking a sip.

Jaehyun runs a hand down your arm, “I’ll go around and talk to some partners, is that okay?”

You nod your head, allowing him to peck your lips before he takes his leave.

It doesn’t even take another second longer after Jaehyun is out of earshot for Soojung to start telling you about the ideas she and her sister came up with, from themes to locations, it amused you that they seem like to have everything covered already.

“I just want a simple and private wedding.” You chuckled when Sooyeon is done explaining their ideas and asked about your opinions.

“Well, you can take our suggestions into considerations and we can hook you up with people who can make them come true when you’ve decided, okay?” She tosses her hair with a hand and looks around a bit. “Oh, wait, that’s a client. We should go over and talk to them, will you stay here?”

You look around for Jaehyun, not wanting to be alone, “I’ll go look for Jaehyun.”

You part ways with his cousins, weaving through the crowd of businessmen with either a polite smile when you make eye contact or looking at the floor to avoid their gazes. It took longer than expected for you to find him, well, for him to find you.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you leave the table?” He asks, looking a little concerned.

A voice in your head nagged you that he hadn’t let you out of his sight, but you shake your head, “Nothing! Your cousins had people to talk to and I didn’t want to be alone at the table so I went looking for you.”

Jaehyun frowns, “I’m sorry for leaving you. Do you mind walking a bit? You’re in those…” He clears his throat, “...high heels. Won’t your feet hurt?”

You shake your head once more, “What else are the purpose of heels aside from looking good in them? I can handle a decent amount of steps in these.”

His eyes look a little darker when he stares down at you, only snapping out of it when he holds your hand.

Humming a little, you ask, “Why not offer your arm like the other guys?”

“Because you’re not an accessory, [Y/N]. More than half of the ladies linked on these men’s arms are trophy wives or escorts. You’re my fiancee and that’s better communicated through holding your hand.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks over what he says. “Oh.”

“Jaehyun! Good evening.”

You look to the source of the voice: a tall man with a chiseled face and neatly styled, chestnut hair.

“Your date for tonight?” His eyes briefly met yours. He looks young, probably a little older than you and Jaehyun, but definitely younger than the other men you’ve seen here.

“My date every night.” Jaehyun corrects, “This is my fiancee, [Y/N]. Baby, this is Nakamoto Yuta, the representative and brother of current CEO of Nakamoto Technologies.”

“Ah, of course a man of your caliber has a woman by his side. Good evening, [Y/N]. It’s nice to meet you.” He flashes you a wide smile, it was warm and bright; almost healing as others would describe it. He holds out his hand for you.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” You expected a handshake, but Yuta ducks down and kisses the back of your hand.

Upon the sight of it, Jaehyun’s grip on you tightens and you can only hold your breath as Yuta lets go of you and straightens himself up.

He doesn’t seem to notice Jaehyun’s hardened expression on him as he continues to talk. “Would you mind me asking how long you have been dating?”

Jaehyun doesn’t reply so you’re quick to jump in, “7 years. We met during freshman year in college.” You squeeze his hand to snap him out of it and he does, clearing his throat and sparing you a glance.

Yuta exclaims in Japanese, smiling at the both of you with disbelief. “That’s amazing! Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” He speaks up, letting your hand slip from his.

“Excuse me, I’ll just use the ladies’ room.” You bow your head at Yuta and walk away to find the restroom.

To say you were upset could be a bit of a stretch, but you were clearly not happy about Jaehyun’s reaction towards Yuta kissing your hand. You move along the sea of businessmen once more, eyeing the little hallway you believe leads to the restrooms.

Before you could walk into the female’s lavatory, you were pushed into another hallway that was dimly lit.

“Jaehyun, what the hell?” You grimaced at him as he looms over you.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs, “I can’t help it. I already told him you were my fiancee but he still kisses your hand and,”

“He’s being a gentleman, Jaehyun. He even congratulated us and looked genuinely happy about it.” It was your turn to exhale in dismay, “Please, Jae, you need to remember that you’re the only one I love. No one is going to steal me from you and I won’t let them. You made a promise.”

The promise you referred to was the one he made that night.

“I just… I just don’t like it when they’re touching you or looking at you like you’re some kind of toy they want to play with.”

“Then mark me.”

His eyes snap to meet yours, a little bewildered. “Mark you?” He looks behind him. This was the hallway to the emergency exit, no one should really walk along here unless there was a crisis at the gala. If he moved you back a little further, your bodies will be consumed in the dark that even the faint glow of the exit sign couldn’t illuminate your silhouettes completely.

You notice his concern and pull him towards you as you walk back, resting against the wall when you feel it hit your shoulders. “You’re right. Those men are a bunch of lions in their own prides, constantly looking for partners, but Jaehyun, you are a wolf—an alpha, and you’ve already found your mate.” You caress his jaw, lightly brushing your lips on his. “So mark me.”

Jaehyun’s hands creep up from your hips to your waist, utterly mesmerized by your words. He tilts his head to the side before kissing you with tentativity. He didn’t have to run his tongue along your lips to ask for entrance because you open your mouth, welcoming the hard, wet muscle in.

A content groan resonates from his throat at the mixed taste of your own, the champagne you’ve been drinking, and the light flavor of peach from your gloss. He drops one hand to your butt, squeezing a cheek with minimal force.

You whimper a bit, dragging your nails down his torso until you reach his belt. You pull him closer, letting his leg step between yours.

He pulls away from the kiss, leaving your breathless, to push away the hair from your neck. He leans back down, attaching his lips to your neck; sucking feverishly that assured a mark was to be left afterwards. His other hand follows the previous one, dropping to your ass to guide you along his thigh.

“A-ah—” You bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning, remembering you were not in the privacy of your home. You proved this to be a hard task with how Jaehyun’s flexed thigh was rubbing against your pussy. You tug at your dress, fearing it’ll get stained with your wetness. “W-wait, I don’t… I d-don’t want to ruin your pants.”

“You don’t want to come?” He asks, lips still pressed on your neck.

“It’ll be messy.” You reasoned.

He stops and pulls away, “I’ll clean it up.”

You were a bit dazed and a little confused, but still able to catch the mischievous glint in his eyes despite the darkness.

All of a sudden he was on his knees, pushing your dress up and your panties down, licking flat stripes along your folds. You were so shocked that you don’t even feel your orgasm coming, legs quivering and hands clutching onto Jaehyun’s head. Once undone, he pulls your panties back into place and fixes your dress for you.

You stumble into his chest when he stands up and you feel it rumble from a silent chuckle. Weakly, you hit him. “All I asked for was to be marked.”

“I’m not one to delay my mate’s gratification.” He teases, wiping the bit of your essence that caught on the corner of his lips with his thumb and swipes his tongue over it. He cards his other hand through your hair, arranging like nothing had happened. “There, it’s only noticeable if they look closely enough.”

He leads you, by hand like usual, back to the party, giggling with you like you were high school students who sneaked out of prom to hook up. The night goes on a little better and you’ve consumed one too many flutes of champagne enough to make you tipsy. You meet more of Jaehyun’s business partners and at seldom times, their dates, who would gush at your engagement status, clearly dropping hints at their partners. Sometimes you’d catch their eyes flit to your neck and recognize the hickey that made them flustered. There was a confident smile on Jaehyun’s face as he continues to talk about whatever the topic was, knowing that they have seen his masterpiece.

When it gets late and you were completely buzzed off of champagne, feet aching so badly that Jaehyun notices you switching your stance to somehow ease the pain, he politely ends the conversation and takes you home.

But the night doesn’t end just yet.

As soon as you’re locked inside your apartment, Jaehyun picks you up after you’ve removed your heels and carries you into the bedroom. There was no need for an exchange of words since this was, in fact, what you wanted and he was simply granting it.

He lays you on the bed, pressing his lips upon yours and making sure you were comfortable. Kneeling between your legs, his hands glide down your sides to your calves, until they stop at your feet and he starts to massage them.

Your small moans break the silence within the dark room as he continues his ministrations, applying more pressure.

He raises your left foot and kisses your ankle, trailing his lips up until your inner thighs before he does the same to your right leg. It tickles a bit and it makes you raise your hips in anticipation. Releasing your feet, he teases his hand up your legs and hooks his fingers to your panties.

You raise your hips to help him get it off of you and the piece of clothing comes off in an agonizingly slow pace, thrown to the side without a care. Pushing yourself up, you grab the skirt of your dress and pull it over your head with Jaehyun helping you.

His eyes glint when he discovers you’ve foregone with wearing a bra as he loosens his tie until it unravels, joining your dress by the side of the bed. You push his blazer off for him and start to pop open his dress shirt’s buttons when he shimmies out of it. While you get the last few buttons done, he’s unbuckling his belt and discarding it along with his shirt.

While he does this, you lean forward and drag your tongue flat against his abs.

Jaehyun snickers, combing his fingers through your hair and lightly pulling you away so you could look up at him.

Through your lashes, you lock gazes with him as you take another lick of his skin. You suck at the last section of his defined muscle, leaving a pink flower that blossomed into a darker color while you take off his pants.

He steps off the bed to let his trousers fall and tugs his boxers down with it, returning to you by pushing you back down the bed and ravishing your neck. He pauses to lie down beside you, pulling you close until you’re flush against his back. You thought that all that foreplay was all you were getting until the arm between your waist and the bed curls around you and his fingers were on your clit, drawing figures of eight to spread your wetness around.

You prop your foot on top of the bed and reach in between your bodies, guiding his erection to your entrance. His choked up gasp tickles your ear and sends a slight shiver down your spine.

In this position, thrusts were slower, but deeper—able to hit the sweet spot inside you if the angle was right. You didn’t mind to let things drag on a little longer. He had been so busy the past week that you usually fell asleep before he got home. Sometimes, mornings were spent with cooking breakfast, showering, and getting ready together, but it was always ended too soon.

So to have moments like these, you’re willing to take it however he wanted it.

The thrusts were lazy with on hand on your hip and the other resting on your clit. You stretch your neck so you could see his face, see how relaxed his features were with eyes closed but had his lower lip caught between his teeth which told you how much he liked this.

“Jae.” You whisper, breathy and low.

His eyes open and meet yours, “Baby?”

You shift a little more to kiss him, but you feel the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot. “Jae.” You whined, lips barely pressed on his.

The hand on your hip goes to your jaw and guides you closer to his face, kissing you slow with his tongue sliding past your lips and stroking your own. His hand slides down your neck and finds your breast, kneading it roughly with his palm.

You moan a little into the kiss and grind your ass against his pelvis, and he responds with a hard, deep thrust, stilling for a moment to let you feel how far he is inside you. You gasp, jaw slacking at the sensation.

In retrospect, you probably looked lewd with your mouth wide open while Jaehyun still kissed you, coaxing your tongue to dance with his in the little space between your mouths. You had one hand covering his as he palmed your breast and had the other clutching onto the sheets when his hips start to snap faster.

“Ah!” You yelled when his other hand starts to move again, harshly rubbing his fingers on your engorged clit. “J-Jae—hy-hyun.”

Your cries were muffled by his mouth moving over yours, capturing you into another kiss that drowned your voice along with his own throaty grunts.

When your orgasm hit you out of nowhere, you pull away your head from him and cry into the pillow, hoping it could serve as an anchor while you claw at it. Your other hand gripped Jaehyun’s wrist, the one still rubbing against your clit, desperately trying to get him to stop.

“Just a little more for me, baby. I’m close, I’m really close.” He grunts, letting go of your clit and grabbing onto your hip as he chases his high. His thrusts are desperate and frantic with his thighs slapping against yours.

You were practically sobbing when another orgasm washes over you and you were completely sensitive by the time he’s reached his own climax.

He pulls out of you and gently turns you to him. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, that was so selfish of me. Are you hurt?” He asks, panting loudly as he wipes away a few tears that escaped your eyes.

You shake your head, “I’m fine, I swear. It’s just been awhile…”

Jaehyun kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry if I’ve been so busy.”

“No, don’t be. It’ll all be worth it in the end. You’re doing an amazing job despite being new at it.”

He lazily smiles at you, reaching over you to grab a few sheets of tissue on the nightstand and starts to clean you up; delicately swiping at your pussy. “When I’m starting to get tired in the office and think about giving up, I’d think about all the reasons why I’m doing this.” He quietly confesses.

You take out your makeup wipes from the drawer and start cleaning your face while he talks as well as pulling out the bobby pins from your hair.

Discarding the used tissues on the floor with a quick promise of properly throwing them away in the morning, he pulls the sheets over your bodies. “I’d tell myself that I’m doing this for my family; they’ve sacrificed a lot for this business to be successful and I’m not going to be the first one to disappoint them. I’ll think about you; how I want you to live comfortably and with no worries. Then I’ll think about how I want everything ready and set when we’ll have kids; they’ll be healthy and loved.”

“You want children?” You interrupt in a soft voice.

“You don’t?”

“I do.”

He smiles again, “I bet they’ll have your eyes.”

You giggled, kissing his cheek, “And they’ll have your dimples.”

Jaehyun chuckles, “I’ll work hard for us… for our family,” He suddenly stops, pulling his lower lip between his teeth.

“What? What is it?”

“I want you to quit your job,”

You frowned at this. You’ve had this conversation before about how he didn’t want you working because he could provide everything already. Being a housewife didn’t sound appealing to you at all and as much as you respected his mother, you couldn’t see yourself doing the same she did. Just as you were about to refute, he continues.

“And start your own.”

This had caught you completely off guard. Your own company? The thought never really crossed your mind.

“I know you love your job, but you could be doing so much more, baby. You’ve got a talent for the arts and design—you have a license in interior design. You can’t just wait around for someone to hire you.” He starts to explain, “You can start your own design firm and control how everything works. If I pitch the idea to my dad, he’ll make sure to make you in charge of everything design related in our business.”

“I don’t know much about running a company, Jae, let alone starting one.”

Jaehyun shrugs, “I do and I’ll be with you every step of the way. Think about it, okay?”

You nod, gazing into his eyes for a few seconds before ducking your head into his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You feel him press a kiss on the top of your head before his arms slither around your body to hold you close.

a/n: uploading the next parts will take a little longer since most of these have been written ages ago, but I’ll do my best to do it every 2 weeks c:

also they’ll be scheduled posts; fridays, 1:27AM KST

next: part 3

#nct smut #jaehyun smut #devoted 2 #nct scenario #jaehyun scenario

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thewarlocksbitch · 7 years

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I will be your: hands, eyes, heart

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Adam almost could not believe that he was on his way to eat pizza with Gansey and Ronan for the third time in two weeks.

He couldn't think of anyone else he would do this for. Gansey had called Adam just as he was grabbing a quick cereal dinner and getting his homework out, and he had said yes without hesitation. Anyone else he would have refused. Anyone else he would have told them he was too busy. Anyone else probably wouldn't have called him in the first place.

He hadn't worked so hard to get into college with any intention of making friends, but Noah hadn't given him much of a choice in the first place. It was evident now that Gansey and Ronan weren't going to, either. Adam smiled to himself as he pulled up to The 90’s diner. He didn't mind it.

Adam leaned his bike outside, just beneath the fog-covered window. He was tired. He was hungry. He was more than excited to sit with his friends and talk about magic like there was no doubt it existed.

Finished with his bike, he looked up to see Gansey waving at him through the window. Adam waved back before turning for the front door.

He really, really didn't mind it.

Gansey half-stood to fistbump Adam when he reached the table. Adam returned it with measured enthusiasm and slid into the space Ronan made for him.

“Hey, pal,” Gansey said cheerily. He slid a plate to Adam, then pushed the pizza towards him as well. “We went ahead and ordered the usual.”

“Thanks,” Adam said. He looked between Gansey and Ronan. Gansey was practically vibrating in his seat, and Ronan was occupied with shooting crumpled up pieces of straw paper into Gansey’s water. “Did you find out anything new on the faerie ring?” he asked.

“We haven't gone back to it yet,” Gansey said. “So we're not here for any particular reason. I just wanted to hang out.”

Ronan leaned into Adam’s space. “He wants to flirt with that midget waitress and he’s too much of a coward to come here alone.”

Adam raised an eyebrow. “Blue?”

Gansey frowned. “Well,” he said. “I wanted us to come here because we need to have a group discussion about the faerie ring. We need a plan.”

Ronan snorted. “You can't plan fucking supernatural forces.”

Gansey’s frown deepened. “Ronan,” he said.

“You can plan work schedules, though,” Ronan said. He looked over his shoulder to where Blue was hanging her work apron on a rack by the door. She didn't seem to have noticed the boys yet. Ronan turned back around and leaned towards Gansey. He whispered, as if in conspiracy, “Did you pay off the manager?”

Gansey flushed. “Of course I didn't!” he whispered back.

“Stalker,” Ronan decided.

“I’m not-” Gansey started, then abruptly dropped his gaze to the table. “She's coming over here,” he said under his breath.

Adam turned to look over his shoulder. “Hey, Blue,” he greeted.

“Hey,” Blue returned. She leaned her hands on the table. She looked at Gansey. “Funny thing,” she said. “My uptight boss just gave me the rest of the night off.”

“Oh?” said Gansey. “How nice.”

“So nice,” Ronan said, “that you have all this free time now.”

Gansey pointed at Ronan in a grateful way. Then he looked at Blue. “Are you busy, then?” he asked. “You can eat with us, if you want.”

Blue arched a brow. “It's not incredibly polite to invite me to eat at the place I work.”

“I realize that,” Gansey said graciously, and Blue smiled. “But we didn't have your number, so we couldn't go anywhere else if we wanted to hang out with you.”

Blue considered this. At length, she shrugged and sat down. Adam pushed the pizza towards her.

If Gansey weren't so unfailingly honest and polite, Adam would have thought that apology to be a veiled attempt at getting Blue’s number. As it were, Gansey seemed incredibly happy just having managed to convince Blue to sit down.

Blue grabbed a pen from her pocket and scribbled something on Gansey’s greasy napkin. “For future reference,” she said, pushing the napkin towards Gansey, “this is my roommates number. Henry. You can call him and tell him you're a friend of mine, but don't tell him you're a student.”

“What does he have against students?” Gansey asked. His face had noticeably brightened when Blue said friend.

“Nothing,” Blue said. “He’ll just try to get you involved in one of his movements. It’s annoying.”

“He sounds delightful,” Ronan said, in an unkind way.

“Ronan,” Gansey warned, “play nice.”

Blue ignored Ronan. She looked at Adam. “Gansey told me about the mountain, and about how you can feel the ley line,” she said, and then looked at Gansey and Ronan, too. “And I was thinking… maybe the energy is the way it is because the line is fractured.”

“What do you mean?” Adam asked.

“Fractured,” Blue repeated, “Like in Henrietta.”

“Do you mean there's something physically wrong with it?” Gansey asked. “Something that can be fixed?”

Blue nodded, clearly pleased to be at the center of the boys attention. Even Ronan was listening. “We had to go out and fix it sometimes, to get clearer readings. It was usually my mom and her friend fixing it, with me helping them to feel it…” Blue shrugged. “We wouldn't be able to do much, but I think if I lent Adam my energy he could fix some of the ley line.”

“Lend him your energy?” Ronan asked, in a tone that suggested he very much did not like or believe Blue.

Now it was Gansey’s turn to look smug. “Blue amplifies energy,” he said, “like a battery, kind of.”

Blue scrunched up her nose. “Not really, but you get the point. We can strengthen the line. It might help with talking to the faeries.”

Adam rubbed his temples. “I still don't understand,” he said.

“It's pretty simple, really,” Blue said. “We won't bother with tarot cards or anything. I’ll just make it easier for you to feel the line, and you'll be able to find the fractures in it that way.”

“You'll be able to fix it by moving rocks, or digging up roots, and things like that,” Gansey supplied helpfully.

Blue nodded. “We won't be able to pinpoint the fractures as well as we could if we used tarot cards, and figuring out exactly how to fix them will be harder than it normally would, but it should be enough.”

“And it'll make the ley line stronger?” Ronan asked. “For sure?”

“Uh-huh,” said Blue.

“Come with us to the forest,” Gansey said to Blue. “Tomorrow afternoon? Please.”

Blue grinned. It showed the gap between her front teeth. “Only if Ronan says ‘please’.”

“Ronan,” Gansey said, voice desperate.

Ronan looked at Gansey. Gansey stared back with wide eyes. Ronan rolled his eyes. “Fucking please,” he said.

Blue grinned wider. “Okay.”

“I said I don't need help studying,” Ronan said to Gansey as they climbed out of the Pig. “Just because Einstein’s here doesn't mean I’ll use him.”

“You're studying,” Gansey said, preceding the other boys to the apartment door. “And Adam’s not here just for you; I want to show him something.”

Adam followed close behind Gansey. Ronan swore colorfully and slammed the passenger door of the Camaro closed. Gansey unlocked the door and all three boys fell into the apartment as one sweaty, pizza-sated entity.

Gansey flicked the light on. Ronan stalked off to what Adam guessed to be his room, what with the photocopies of speeding tickets and detention slips taped to the door. Adam walked into the middle of the living room and looked around, not knowing what he had expected but sure that it wasn't this.

The apartment was very bare. It had a small, modest kitchen, complete with the standard appliances similar to Adam’s own. The living room was all couch and stacked books, dictionaries and magazines, colorful quilts and cardboard boxes labeled FRAGILE. An ancient television - the kind with wire antenna - sat on the floor in front of a nintendo 64.

There were tiny pieces of home scattered around as well, but they belonged more to the comfort aspect of home than any aesthetic Adam had expected. A bundle of receipts crinkled under his sneaker as he walked towards Ronan’s room. He eyed a dirty pair of jeans flung carelessly into a corner.

Adam knocked on Ronan’s door before pushing it open. “Do you really want me to beat you in Latin?” he asked.

Ronan was sitting up in bed, his pet raven crouched on his shoulder. He smiled thinly. “You could never.”

Adam walked to the edge of Ronan’s bed. “What about calculus?” he asked. “And physics?”

Ronan bared his teeth. Chainsaw snapped her beak. “It's not your problem,” he said.

Adam sighed. He thought about turning around, thought about asking Gansey to drive him home or just biking back himself. But instead he toed his shoes off and sat on the edge of Ronan’s bed.

Ronan looked away. A muscle in his jaw twitched. Adam followed his gaze across the room to a stack of books and papers.

“Is that your homework?” Adam asked.

Ronan said nothing, which probably meant that it was. Adam crossed the room, scooped the whole stack into his arms, and deposited it onto Ronan’s lap. He sat across from him again and grabbed the notebook closest to him.

Inside the notebook was mostly blank pages, dated at the top but empty in the middle like Ronan had wanted to take notes but lost interest. The pages that weren't blank, though, were filled with writing, filled with the kind of notes that other students would pay money for.

Ronan’s handwriting was surprisingly legible, albeit slanted and a little crowded. Adam was pleased to see that he'd taken the care to highlight vocabulary words and important phrases.

Adam flipped the page again, and a paper fell out. He leaned over to pick it up. It was an essay, perfectly written, perfectly formatted, and it had a big red F written across it.

Adam showed the paper to Ronan. “This should have gotten a good grade,” he said.

Ronan glanced at the paper, then shrugged and went back to playing with Chainsaw. “Yeah,” he said. “But I turned it in late, so it didn't.”

“You did the work,” Adam said tightly, “but you couldn't be bothered to turn it in?”

Ronan shrugged. He didn't look up from petting Chainsaw. “I don't really care.”

“If you hate school so much,” Adam asked, losing some of his temper, “why are you even here?”

Ronan still didn't look up at him. “It doesn't matter that I hate it,” he said tonelessly. “I have to go.”

Adam’s foot twitched where it hung off the side of Ronan’s bed, looking for something to kick. He clenched his hand around the paper, making it crinkle. “I killed myself for years to get here. And I still am now,” he said tightly. “Yet you're here with no effort at all, and you couldn't give less of a fuck.”

Finally Ronan looked up at him. There wasn't an ounce of anger on his face. He was utterly calm. “Why do you care?” he asked.

“Why don't you?” Adam demanded.

Ronan's mouth twisted and he looked away. He stopped petting Chainsaw and instead tugged at the leather bands around his wrist, hard. His gaze, when he lifted it back to Adam, was furious, but when he spoke his voice was soft.

“Henrietta was home?”

The question startled Adam. “What does any of this have to do with Henrietta?” he asked.

“It doesn't,” Ronan said.

Adam stared at Ronan. It took him a minute to reply. “No,” he finally said. That wasn't his home. Those people weren't his family. They didn't matter. Adam never had to see them again.

“But you lived there,” Ronan said.

Adam’s left ear had begun to ring. He raised a hand to cover it. “I did.”

“I don't…” Ronan said, but he trailed off and looked down at his notebook, because maybe he did know. Maybe Adam was an easier read than he thought. Or maybe Ronan was more observant than he seemed.

Adam was quiet, his anger dissipated so easily by that sore reminder. He let go of the crumpled essay, picked up Ronan’s english book, and opened it up to the most recent reading assignment. He propped it in his lap and leaned back against the foot of the bed.

“I’ll read,” he told Ronan. “You take notes.”

He was expecting Ronan to argue, but, after a moment of rebellious silence, Ronan obediently grabbed his notebook and pen.

Adam began reading, going slow enough that Ronan could take notes and not caring to hide his accent for once. After some time, Chainsaw flapped over to sit on his stomach. The bed creaked as Ronan slumped down against the headboard. Slowly, his knee came to rest against Adam’s thigh.

Adam kept reading. He let himself be lulled by it: the steady sound of his own voice, the heat and weight of Ronan pressed against him, Chainsaw’s rapid heartbeat tapping on his stomach. When he was finished, he closed his eyes.

Adam didn't mean to fall asleep. It felt like no time had passed at all when a soft knock sounded behind him.

Gansey’s voice came from the doorway. “Lynch,” he said. “We doing this?”

Adam looked over his shoulder at Gansey. He was leaning into the room, a wild kind of grin on his face, one hand holding an electric buzzer and the other looped around its trailing wire.

“Are you saying you think my hair looks bad?” Ronan asked, barely glancing at Gansey.

Gansey’s grin only widened. “Yes, I am.”

Ronan shut his notebook and tossed it across the room. He nodded to Gansey and beckoned Adam to follow him out of the room. Adam set his book aside in a more sedate manner than Ronan before following, careful not to trip on the raven happily hopping around his heels.

The three of them (four, if you counted the bird) crowded into what Adam took for a bathroom, but had second thoughts when he saw the mini fridge wedged between the sink and the toilet. This was bewildering, as Adam had already seen a large and fully functioning fridge in the kitchen, but he decided not to question it.

Ronan sat down heavily on the tile floor and leaned against the claw-footed bathtub. Chainsaw hopped over to him, trailing toilet paper from her beak. The spool behind Adam creaked as it turned over on itself.

As Gansey fussed over the clippers, Adam and Ronan watched Chainsaw fuss over her toilet paper. She hopped onto Ronan’s knee, scrabbled for balance, and finally let the toilet paper go so she could grab the fabric of his jeans with her beak.

Ronan steadied her with his hand. “Chicken-assed fucker,” he said affectionately.

Gansey made a disapproving noise but said nothing. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, bent over Ronan. He pressed a button on the clipper and it began to buzz.

Immediately Chainsaw screeched and tried to either protect or attack Ronan, Adam couldn't tell. Gansey turned the clippers off.

“Don't be a shithead,” Ronan said to the bird, but the absent way he pet her ruffled feathers was gentle. “Go over to Adam. It's fine. You're okay. Go to Adam.”

Gansey looked up to see that Adam was still standing by the door. “You can sit down,” he invited, gesturing to the toilet.

Adam nodded. If he had thought about it before, he'd have pegged Gansey to be the kind of person that remembered to not leave the seat up, or to be the kind of person that made Ronan not leave the seat up, but it was now evident that Gansey was neither of those things.

It was surprising and a little pleasing, this glimpse at private, embarrassing humanity. Adam carefully put the seat down before sitting on it. Chainsaw flapped over to perch on his knee, holding her toilet paper again.

“Stay,” Ronan said sternly.

“He means the bird,” Gansey said quickly.

“I know,” Adam reassured him.

Gansey turned the clippers on again and pushed Ronan’s head forward. Ronan closed his eyes and let his head drop, his hands resting open and still on the tile in front of him. Gansey held him steady with a hand spread wide over his skull and got to work.

Adam sat there, and after a few minutes spent listening to the buzzing of the blades and petting Chainsaw’s neck and examining Ronan’s calm face, he realized he was happy.

It was not an amazing realization. Adam had never had many things to be happy about, but there had always been enough; a good grade on a test he'd agonized over, a break from work, extra pocket change to buy a soda, the muffins his mother would sometimes make. But these small pieces of happiness were always expected or fought for. Never had Adam caught them without intent.

He leaned forward on his knees, careful not to upset Chainsaw, and he just watched.

It was very clear to him that this was something Ronan and Gansey cared about, that it meant something to them both. He could see it in the concentrated furrow of Gansey’s brow, in the submissive, loose bow of Ronan’s shoulders.

This was their tradition. And they were letting him be a part of it.

Adam propped his head in his palm. The only light in the bathroom came from the old-fashioned edison bulbs above the sink. It rendered the space very soft and serene. It rendered Ronan into a different creature entirely.

He was still very clearly Ronan, but he was a different version of himself. The smallest details of him stood out to Adam now; his long, thick eyelashes, the beautiful structure of his wrists. The dark pallor of his skin, his angular jaw. His feet were bare against the tile floor, his toes curled in against the cold. It struck Adam as a very unselfconscious and human gesture.

“Don't stare,” Ronan said, although his eyes were closed.

Ronan’s head was bent, but enough of his face was visible that Adam could see him smiling. It made him bold enough not to deny it. “There’s nothing else to do,” he said. “Unless you want to quiz each other on physics.”

“Asshole,” Ronan said, and something inside Adam settled into place.

Maybe he liked this side of Ronan. And maybe he wanted to see more of it. And maybe that was okay.

“Hey, Adam?” Gansey said, voice soft. Adam looked up. He’d turned off the clippers and was brushing stray hairs off his pajama pants. “I’ll give you a ride back to campus, if you want. It’s getting pretty late.”

“No,” Ronan said, getting to his feet. “I’ll take him.”

“Oh, alright,” Gansey said. Then he pushed Ronan towards the mirror. “Go ahead and look,” he urged Ronan. “Tell me I did a great job.”

“Fuck off,” Ronan said, but he went to the sink and leaned in. He inspected his newly buzzed head, then turned and bumped fists with Gansey.

“Great job, Dad.” he said. “Now do Adam,”

“I’m okay, actually,” Adam replied.

Still grinning, Gansey squeezed himself out of the bathroom.

“Adam!” he called, voice already far away. “Let me show you something before you go!”

Ronan leaned over the mini-fridge and plucked Chainsaw from Adam’s knee. He deposited the raven on his shoulder.

“Come on,” he said to Adam, holding out a hand. “Gansey's about to piss himself with excitement.”

Adam considered Ronan’s hand. He took it. Ronan pulled him up. It was not a necessary gesture, or a practical one, as the bathroom was very small and they were forced to stand very close, and maybe that was why Adam could suddenly hear his own pulse. He could feel Ronan's, too, beating fast against the skin of his wrist.

Ronan let go of Adam’s hand. He glanced at Adam and away. “Come on,” he said again.

Adam followed Ronan out of the bathroom and into the living room. As he walked past the couch, he noticed something he hadn't before.

In the space between the back of the couch and the wall was a tiny town made up of cardboard boxes and, upon closer inspection, was very clearly a miniature Henrietta. Adam squatted down near Aglionby Academy. Half of Captain Crunch’s face smiled back at him.

“That's Gansey’s girlfriend,” Ronan said from the couch. “He loves her more than he loves Glendower.”

“It's not…” Gansey said, from somewhere past the couch, but didn't seem very interested in arguing Ronan’s claim. There was some shuffling, and the crinkling of papers, and then Gansey was getting up from the floor and going to sit beside Adam.

In his hand was a stack of polaroid pictures, the one on top an aerial view that could only be from a helicopter. “This was two years ago, in Henrietta,” Gansey said. “We landed when we saw it. Ravens are Glendower’s bird. I knew it meant something.” He flipped to the next picture, which was of Ronan gleefully holding sun-bleached oyster shells, his smile an excited blur of white.

The rest of the pictures weren't very amazing; they were of stones and streams, hollowed out trees and indistinct fish. But they meant something to Gansey, so Adam let him show him and talk about each one.

“This was Cabeswater,” Gansey said, and Adam didn't miss the way he looked at Ronan when he said it. Gansey was quiet for a moment, then, “I think that maybe this is where you were, when you said you'd felt the ley line before. The ley line there is very similar to the one surrounding the faerie ring.”

Adam waited for Gansey to elaborate. But he didn't. He just kept flipping through the pictures, pausing longer on every one.

The couch creaked as Ronan got up. He stepped over the miniature Henrietta and shook his keys at Adam. “Let's go, Parrish.”

“You don't have to take me,” Adam told him, getting to his feet. “I can bike back fine.”

“Shut up,” Ronan said. “It would be super annoying if you got kidnapped.”

“It's safer if Ronan takes you,” Gansey said, holding out his fist. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Adam said, knocking his fist against Gansey’s. “Tomorrow.”

#pynch #trc #pynch fanfiction #trc fanfiction #the raven cycle #pynch college au #vv #sorry this chapters short but the next one will make up for it??#i hope you like it!!!

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lapzoli · 7 years

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done chasing ;;

Chapter Summary: The truth comes out, bit by bit.

Prev. // ao3

Notes: I really have no explanation for any of this, I swear. I also added my dear friend, @recklesssketches, as a co-author because this chapter was highkey based off of a roleplay thread we did together so she wrote this just as much as I did. You should check out her tumblr for lots of lovely art and her own wonderful writing. Seriously, I dream of being even half as talented as her.Also, Cirque is 100% her character. I just keep stealing her for story purposes.

It wasn’t that Felix hadn’t considered dating Bridgette. He had.

He just didn’t think it’d be worth it. That he’d be worth it. Bridgette was pretty and popular, not in a “mean girl queen bee” way but in a “school sweetheart” way. And Felix? Felix was just....there. Why did he matter?

He never did understand why she seemed to like him. There were countless others who’d be a better match for her. They were very open about their intentions.

Felix never thought of the exact reason she would like him. Perhaps if he had, he’d have been as happy as he was now.

Bridgette giggled as she curled up against Char’s side, legs draped over his and hand cupping his cheek. Moonlight shone in through the window, illuminating the otherwise dark room. Cookie crumbs spread over the floor, discarded, and two mugs of lukewarm tea sat on a dresser.

“You’re so beautiful, you know,” she murmured. Chat Noir kissed the top of her head, hugging her closer to him. “The girl...the one you like, she’s really missing out on someone special.”

“Mm, I think that’s my line.” He peered at her. “You’re so….wonderful, Princess. You deserve the world.”

“You spoil me.” Bridgette leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’re also very sweet. And you deserve to be happy. When are you going to tell that girl how you feel?”

He hummed, unaware of his tail curling around her calf. She paid it no attention, instead focused on him.

“I’m not sure she’d feel the same,” he confessed. “She’s….she’s far out of my league.”

“But you and Ladybug are equals.” Bridgette was confused. “How is she out of your league then?”

“...Ladybug isn’t the one I like.” Chat kept his eyes on the ceiling. “It’s you.”

For a moment, she said nothing and his heart pounded in anticipation. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. What had he been thinking?

“Me, you said?” Her voice was so quiet, so faint. “You’re - You’re not joking?” She adjusted her body to look at him properly. “But...But Ladybug-”

“Isn’t the one I like.” Or love, for that matter. “You. You, Bridgette Cheng, are the one I care for.”

She trembled beside him. “I...I see.” Bridgette shifted away from him, and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. “You are so, so wonderful, Chat Noir, and I’m thankful for your honesty. You really do deserve to be happy, and - and I’m sorry I can’t help with that. The truth is...I’m not ready to risk having my heart broken again. I can’t...even though I know you wouldn’t.”

But he had. He had already hurt her so badly that she sobbed in anguish. She had screamed and wailed as if someone had plunged a thousand burning needles in her chest. And now he knew he was feeling just a fraction of that. He had done this to her - and himself. He had done this to himself.

“I understand,” he said finally, pulling himself off the bed. Could he scream? Destroy a building or two? Ruin it like he ruined everything else? “I’m sorry I ruined our evening, Princess. Perhaps I should go.”

Bridgette propped herself up on her elbows, watching him climb out the window.

“I’m sorry too, Chat.” For pushing him away as Ladybug. For doing it again as Bridgette. But she had to do it; he’d never forgive her for lying to him. “I - I want you to keep coming though. You don’t - You’re still my friend, I mean.”

His eyes flickered over to her. He really didn’t deserve to have someone as kind as her in his life, nevermind as his partner. All she had ever done was given him her heart and he had stepped on it again and again until he shattered it. All because he didn’t want to hurt her in the end - because his lucky would ruin her.

Look where that got him.

“Good night, Princess,” he managed to get out before he vanished into the night.

Bridgette stared at him as he left, hands desperately clutching her nightshirt. Tikki fluttered down from the bookcase, watching her bearer.

“God, Tikki, I’m doing this to myself, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” the kwami answered honestly. “You could tell him the truth.”

“I just had my heart broken by someone I’m sure hates me,” she said, smiling miserably. “I don’t think I could go through it again, especially so soon.”

“Chat doesn’t hate you,” insisted Tikki. “He never did.”

“But he would if he knew I was lying to him!” Bridgette suddenly exclaimed, whirling around to face her. “I can maybe live with Felix hating me, but Chat? I couldn’t…” She slumped her shoulders in defeat. “I couldn’t live with that.”

“Because you love him?” Tikki’s voice was calm, unnerving. It wasn’t really a question.

“Yes.”

Bridgette sunk down to the floor, eyes shimmering as she choked out a sob.

“I love him.”

Physically, Bridgette might have been at school but it was obvious she wasn’t all there. She was silent during conversations, dressed in blacks and grays as if mourning, and declined every invitation to join her classmates.

It was if she was channeling Felix.

Oddly enough, he wasn’t at school. Not that anyone but Bridgette noticed. Of course. She had always paid attention to him; that wasn’t going to change overnight. Even though she wished it would.

Routine forced her to automatically wrap up some treats with a pink ribbon before she caught herself. Right. He’s just throw them away, just like she was sure he had done with everything else she had given him.

Routine forced her to glance over at his locker, her feet already taking her there before she stopped herself. One, he wasn’t even there. Two, he never wanted her there. She was only ever a nuisance to him.

She wanted to say Felix was the one who broke her heart, but it was her. It was all her.

He had always said no, never mentioned her gifts, and hadn’t shown any interest in getting closer to her. He had been kind to her - once, as children - and she turned that small act into something twisted and delusional.

What had meant the world to her meant nothing to him. He probably didn’t even remember. She had meant to him for years, and then suddenly she had become this persistent stalker. One who got in his face and invited him to strange places on a regular basis.

Though, at the time, she thought he’d like going to that music festival since his favorite band was being featured. She had been proud of herself for scoring tickets last minute. Then she remembered he didn’t like big crowds and lots of noise. Bad move.

There had also been the street book fair, which she knew would have lots of classic works he’d like. But if he liked them, he probably already had copies or prefered getting unused copies instead. She should have considered that.

She knew he loved sweets, even if he didn’t eat hers, so she had patted herself on the back for getting rare tickets to attend a taste-tour at a new gourmet chocolate factory. It had cost her at least four months’ allowance but she thought it was worth it. He had even taken one of the tickets! But she ended up taking the tour with all strangers when he didn’t attend. Of course; he could afford to just buy the chocolate on his own. How dumb of her.

All she wanted to do was impress him; if not date him, then be his friend. But she had gone about it all wrong. Or maybe he just never wanted her companionship. Yeah, that seemed more likely. Guess she never got the hint.

But still….how could she love someone who hated her? It wasn’t fair.

Then again, how could she loves someone else and then break their heart because she still loved the first person?

Maybe she was just that much of a horrible person. Both Felix and Chat deserved better.

She sighed at the thought just as there was a large commotion outside the classroom. A quick glance through the window confirmed her fears; Cirque was running amok again.

And she had just yanked Felix up by the back of shirt. Is that why he had been absent?

(Duh. Stupid, stupid, stupid!)

Well, it didn’t matter now. Bridgette was easily able to slip out of the classroom and find a closet to transform in.

“Why Felix?” Ladybug murmured, running outside to face Papillion’s second-in-command. “Cirque!”

“It’s about time!” Cirque grinned as she held up Felix, grabbing his wrist. “Your little kitty showed up far earlier!”

Ladybug stared at his hand, or rather the ring on it. Oh.

Oh.

Shaking her head, she decided she would deal with that later. Much later.

“Let him go, Cirque,” she said, glowering at the other girl.

“Mm, can’t. Sorry.” Cirque chuckled. “My Monarch would like me to deliver this little tomcat, or more specifically, his ring. Ooh, he’ll be so pleased with me!”

Felix was limp in her hold, the wind swaying him like a leaf on a branch. Why didn’t he just transform? She and Cirque already knew his identity.

From inside the earrings, she could hear Tikki’s voice.

“Bridgette, pay attention!”

At the same time, someone screamed and Ladybug looked to see a classmate pointing up at the sky where Cirque was now dangling Felix with her ribbons. Her eyes widened in horror.

“Look, now I have my own yoyo too,” said Cirque, cackling. “I wonder if it’s indestructible~”

“Oh, no…” Ladybug inhaled sharply. “Let him go!”

“Mm, I will,” she agreed. “After you give me your earrings, Ladybug!”

“That’s not happening,” the heroine called, running towards them. She leaped up and pulled on the end of a ribbon, yanking it closer to her.

Well, that had been her intention.

Cirque had other plans, laughs growing louder as she released her hold and let Felix drop.

Ladybug barely had time to react before the blond was crashing into her, forcing the both of them to slam onto the concrete street below.

She groaned, having taken most of the impact, and she gingerly touched his shoulder. In the corner of her vision, she could see Cirque escaping. Great.

“Felix…?” No, wait. Shit. She wasn’t supposed to know his name. “Felix?” Fucking shit. Even worse. But then again, he already knew her name, right? “Um, civilian?” No. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

When she received no response, she furrowed her eyebrows and gently rolled him off of her so she could see his face. To her dismay, his eyes were glazed over, void. Cirque had made him one of her mindless clowns, a dummy for her audience. That had been why he hadn’t fought back earlier.

“Oh….Felix, wake up,” she murmured, checking for an obvious injuries. Seeing none, she took his face in her hands and examined him. “Felix, please….I really don’t wanna do this.”

Biting her lip, she pulled back her hand and slapped him as hard as she could. (She would deny later that it made her feel better. Just a little though.)

Luckily, that seemed to do the trick as Felix blinked rapidly for a few moments before he recognized her.

“Ladybug?”

“Yes, but you also seem to know me by another name.” She couldn’t keep the iciness out of her voice, and he grimaced. “Cirque knows who you are and she put you under her control. You should stay here and rest.”

She moved to get up, but he stopped her by taking her wrist.

“You’re not really thinking of leave me here while you go fight her alone, are you?” He remarked. “I am not going to let that happen, no matter how much you hate me right now.”

Ladybug pulled her hand away, looking in the direction Cirque went.

“I don’t hate you,” she said after a moment. “You need to stay safe. Now that I know you’re out of danger, I’ll be fine.”

With that, she turned on her heel and took off. It wasn’t that hard to find Cirque and her makeshift freak show. The gymnast-turned-akuma lit up when she saw the heroine and took her eyes off the hypnotized students performing life-threatening tricks.

“And look who’s here! The amazing Ladybug! But what’s this? She’s without her darling little sidekick! Ah, well.” Cirque shrugged, grinning. “The show will be fine without him.”

“Sorry to say that this show is in a permanent intermission,” exclaimed Ladybug as she charged at the otherwise knockoff jester.

Cirque snickered as she easily stepped out of the way.

“Really now?” She tugged on a nearby ribbon and lifted herself up in the air. “But the spotlight’s on you now, dear!”

Ladybug scowled as she managed to grab onto her leg, yanking her down.

“Act’s over, clown!”

The ‘clown’ continued to cackle as she slammed her foot into Ladybug’s face, effectively stunning the hero but not enough to shake her. Cirque clicked her tongue disapprovingly as she climbed to the top of the silk ribbon.

“You’re really nothing without that tomcat, aren’t you?”

“I am.” Ladybug’s eyes were hard as she climbed after her. “I mean, he has all the powers - he gets a power - and the ideas, the battle plans. And then you revealed his secret, and now I’m pretty upset.”

With that, she wrapped her arms around Cirque and yanked her down to the ground. The silk fluttered down after them, no master to hold it in the sky.

Cirque screamed, struggling to break free.

“Are you insane?!”

They felt the ground before they saw it, and both girls groaned in pain when they hit the concrete. Two hits in one day? Ladybug was gonna feel that tomorrow. The shock of the impact made her release her grip on Cirque, who managed to crawl away and summon a trapeze to pull herself up.

Clinging to it, Cirque choked out a haughty laugh. It grew when Chat Noir appeared, going to his partner’s side - only for her to wave him away. Instead, the heroine clutched the fallen silk and lassoed it around the distracted akuma.

“Give it up,” said Ladybug breathlessly. God, her shoulder was killing her. “No one wants to be in your freakshow, especially when the ringleader is such a failure.”

“Don’t call me that!” Cirque shrieked as her hand wriggled out of its bounds, pressing a butterfly pin that began to beep rapidly. She dropped it on the ground below her, a crazed look in her eyes.

Not liking that noise, Ladybug ignored the pain and snatched up the pin before she sprinted as far away as she could. Chat, stunned, watched her but looked back when Cirque laughed.

“My Monarch will find her, no matter how far she runs, and then it’ll be open season on her,” she said, a Cheshire smile creeping on her lips. “But...if you let me go...I’ll deactivate the pin and your bug will live another day. Your choice, tomcat.”

Ladybug, meanwhile, clutched her shoulder as she bounded across the rooftops. She didn’t know where she was going, but anywhere would be fine.

When the sound of the beeping came to a stop and she began to hear Chat’s harsh breathing instead, she halted and looked at him.

“What - What are you doing? Where’s Cirque?”

“I had to let her go or you’d be dead by now,” said Chat, panting. “She gave me no choice.” He rested his hands on his knees. “Wow, you’re fast when you’re worried.”

Ladybug stomped her foot. “If you hadn’t let her go, we could have been one step closer to defeating Papillion!” She threw down the pin, not caring if the act seemed childish. “Now we have nothing!”

“We are one step closer,” her partner said, frowning as he picked up the pin and examined it. No cracks, good. “If he can track this, we can too. We’ll find him.”

Ladybug crossed her arms, scowling for a moment as she looked him over. She ignored the throbbing pain in her shoulder.

“I told you to rest, yet you came.” A pause. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“The world isn’t spinning anymore, and I think you took a bigger hit than me,” he said before he took a deep breath. “Um, how are you doing? I know you probably didn’t want to find out this way.”

“Right, because you know everything about me, don’t you?”

Her words came out harsher than what she intended. Or maybe not harsh enough. But it was enough to make Chat flinch, and she relaxed her shoulders as her voice went quiet.

“I wondered, you know, why Chat Noir started visiting my home. A home of a random civilian.” She turned her head to the side. “I guess I should have figured it out. You could have just told me the truth and asked for the kiss instead of going through all that. It would have been easier, right? And you could finally get what you a lot faster.”

“It was never about-” Chat stopped as she held up her hand. She didn’t want any excuses now.

“Be careful now that Cirque knows your identity.”

Ladybug turned on her heel and leaped away without another word.

Days went by but no one noticed Felix’s absence from class. Again.

But people did notice the difference in her. It was even worse than before.

She was distant, silent in every conversation, and ate alone despite the multiple invitations. Bridgette was cold and blunt when she did speak, and the emptiness in her voice made people shiver. Not even Allegra could cheer her up.

Bridgette thought she couldn’t survive having her heart broken again, and she was right.

But she really only had herself to blame, for both times.

Felix had never shown any interest yet she kept pushing and pushing and pushing. She never had a chance and she knew that every time he rejected her, but she had somehow been surprised when she overheard that conversation. Was she really that dumb?

“I’m not interested in pursuing a relationship with Bridgette Cheng. Why should I consent to a date with someone I do not like?”

She never thought of Felix as a cruel person. Never. But she also never thought of just how much Chat wanted his curse broken. She assumed Felix would open up, that Chat had come to accept his new way of life. She claimed to care for them, but she had nothing to show for it.

Felix wanted her gone. Chat wanted to be free.

But she only focused on what she wanted.

He must have been so disappointed when he found out who she was. She must be pathetic in his eyes, even more so than before.

He had lied to her. Of course he had. If he didn’t, he’d never win her over to break his curse. That was all he wanted, right?

He said it himself. He didn’t want her.

“Besides,” she murmured, tracing the lines on her paper, “he likes someone else. Someone better.”

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