#but to keep up the continuity he had to eat the EXACT same number of bites and sips of wine for *every single take*

[thebeautifulfantastic]

the Real x-file for jose chung's from outer space is how many takes did david duchovny have to do of the scene where mulder eats an entire sweet potato pie, and did he actually eat the equivalent of an an entire pie, and what did they do with all half-eaten pies that were left over?

[onlymingyus]

Guilty

pairing; kwon soonyoung x f reader / lee jihoon x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), angst, toxic, fluff

summary; you and soonyoung learn that the storm can only be weathered for so long before you need a lift raft to hold on to. but what happens when neither of you reach for each other in that storm?

warnings; cheating, toxic relationship dynamics, car accident, injuries, hospital, arguing, eating/drinking, pet names, crying (from pleasure and sadness), unprotected sex, oral (m & f receiving/giving), fingering, marking/biting, impact, dom!jihoon, dirty talk, less than ideal sexual experiences, i mean...there is just a lot -- i probably missed something.

w/c; 23.6k 

a/n; thank you so so much to my @onlyhuis for proofreading and being my rock while i wrote this bitch. this one was out of my comfort zone but i really wanted to try to dive into angst and something a bit more toxic with my plot. i hope you enjoy it.

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3 missed calls from Soonyoung❣️

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sigh at the notification on your lock screen, thinking about the number of times you had tried to call him the day before only to get his voicemail. You think about the number of text messages that you have sent as you unlock your screen, looking at the four messages waiting for you. 

When Soonyoung told you about his job opportunity, you were excited for him. Dancing was his life and his biggest passion, with teaching coming in as a close second. The main drawback of the job offer was that he would be gone for a year and be in another country. 

Promises had been made to one another in an attempt to make the distance easier. You both promised to visit when you could and to keep in touch every single day. Things were easier said than done, it would seem. 

Soonyoung ❣️: I got in late. 

Soonyoung ❣️: I know you are going to be mad at me. 

Soonyoung ❣️: Call me when you wake up

Soonyoung ❣️: Love you 

You sigh, laying your phone down next to you after reading over the messages. Lately, they were all starting to look the same. There was always a “I got in late” message waiting for you and a “call me when you wake up" message waiting for you after a day of trying to keep in touch on your part. You knew he was working hard, but so were you. 

Sliding out of bed, your phone in tow, you leave it on the counter as you turn on the shower, letting the bathroom fill up with steam. It wasn’t like Soonyoung would know the exact moment you woke up anyway. He barely remembered the local time anymore, much less your schedule. He had made you wait. Now he could wait. 

Soonyoung knew he should be asleep. He had to wake up early to get to the studio but he was staring at his phone and hoping you would call him. He had checked the time back home at least five times and it was a Tuesday, which meant you had to get ready for work soon. 

Sighing loudly, Soonyoung scrolls back through the text messages that he had missed from you throughout the day. He hadn’t meant to ignore you; he never did. Time wasn’t his greatest ally lately and long days had turned into even longer nights. 

Y/N 😘: Hope you are having a good day babe 

Y/N 😘: Missing you 

Y/N 😘: Hope class has gone well. You are amazing ❣️

Y/N 😘: I’m going to bed 

Y/N 😘: Hope I get to talk to you tomorrow. I love you 

Kicking his legs out from under the covers, Soonyoung knocks his head back against the headboard. He groans under his breath as he gives in to his impatience, pressing down on your name and placing the phone up to his ear to listen to it ring. One ring, two rings, a third, and then your sweet voice tells him that you can’t come to the phone. Were you ignoring him? 

The sound of your ringtone makes you furrow your brows, your eyes closed, as water runs down your face towards your lips. You were almost done with your shower but you were almost certain you weren’t hearing things, especially when your phone rings for a second time. Wiping the water from your face, you rush to get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you, just as the second call from Soonyoung goes unanswered. 

He had begun to turn over, a scowl on his face, when his phone lit up with a picture of your face. Staring at his phone for a few seconds, Soonyoung presses his tongue against his cheek before finally answering. 

“Hello?”

You could hear the disappointment in Soonyoung’s voice and for a split second, you felt a pang of guilt. You forget about the number of calls that went unanswered the day before as you lean against the counter with a frown on your face. 

“Hey, sorry, I was in the shower.” 

Shrugging, Soonyoung also seems to forget how bad he felt about missing your calls and not responding to your text until late. Instead, he just thinks about himself and what he is feeling at the moment: frustration. 

“Yeah, well, I asked for you to call me when you woke up, but I guess you didn’t check your phone.”  

Looking down as water drips onto the tile, you feel Soonyoung’s words eat at your heart until you remember waking up and seeing your own messages from the day before. You remember listening to his voicemail time and time again, as you hoped he would pick up the phone even for a moment to say something to you. 

“I did check it.” 

Furrowing his brows, Soonyoung is taken aback by your sudden shift in attitude towards him. He had expected an apology and maybe your sweet, comforting voice to lull him to sleep but clearly that wasn’t happening. 

“Oh? So you chose to ignore my messages and calls?” 

“Like you chose to ignore mine, Soonyoung? Seriously…” 

Your voice trails off as tears begin to well up in your eyes. There had been too many days recently that had started much like this one. You wanted to talk to your boyfriend and tell him how much you missed him, how much you loved him, and how proud of him you were that he was living his dream, but instead the two of you ended up in an argument. 

Swallowing hard, Soonyoung closes his eyes as he sits up in his bed, running his fingers through his hair and listening to the sounds of your breath through the phone. He could tell you were crying. He had heard it enough times over the phone at this point to know exactly what it sounded like. 

Now he was remembering seeing his phone light up throughout the day and checking it to see another missed call or text message from you. He remembered promising himself to call you back on the next break, only to get into a conversation with someone and lose track of time. 

Shaking his head, Soonyoung hears a soft sob over the phone as he looks out of his window at the dark skyline of the city, knowing the sun was still rising where you were. He would give anything to be there with you now, to be able to hold you and to make this better but instead he was on the other side of the world and it felt like he might as well be on another planet. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I–look, I don’t know what is wrong with me. It was a long day and when you didn’t answer my brain, just–” Shaking his head, Soonyoung stops to take a breath, deciding to stop giving you excuses. “I’m so fucking sorry. I love you so much.” 

This was the part when you would normally fold and tell him how much you loved him and forgive him. You always forgave Soonyoung because he was working so hard and you knew it was important but you were starting to feel like you were less important. Wiping your cheek with your free hand, you shake your head and bite at your bottom lip as Soonyoung whines your name when you don’t speak to him right away. 

“I have to get ready for work. I love you too. I hope you get some sleep.” 

Closing his eyes, Soonyoung lets out a breath, feeling his heart sink at your words. You hadn’t accepted his apology and you hadn’t wanted to hear his excuses. You just wanted off the phone, and at this point, he couldn’t blame you. 

“I–yeah, sure. Have a good day, babe.” 

The sound of the call ending before you even say goodbye is what stuns Soonyoung the most. Dropping the phone into his lap, he stares at it for a moment, your picture looking at him from his lockscreen before the display goes dark. 

Jihoon: Pizza?

You hadn’t been home long when the sound of a text message drew your attention to your phone. In truth, you had been avoiding your phone for most of the afternoon, knowing that Soonyoung was awake and at work. He had already been trying to make up for the day before by overcompensating and there was only so much that you could handle. 

Seeing the text message from his best friend, however, was a welcomed change. You knew there was a reason behind it. When you hadn’t answered him, Soonyoung had probably called Jihoon and begged him to check in on you, like he had started to do more often, but you didn’t mind it. 

Y/N: Only if you bring ice cream too. 

Jihoon smirks a bit to himself after seeing your response. He knew you would agree to dinner and he had a good idea that you’d want ice cream after the conversation he had had with Soonyoung about an hour prior. He knew that you two had gotten into an argument. That had started to become a routine and now this was becoming his; dinner and a dessert for you. 

You had always gotten along with your boyfriend’s best friend but since Soonyoung had taken the job and been gone for so long, Jihoon had become a rock in your life. You had become increasingly grateful to him, even if it was Soonyoung’s idea that he kept showing up with food and to be a shoulder to cry on. 

Offering you a half smile, Jihoon lifts the bag with the ice cream with one hand as he holds the pizza box with the other when you open the door. Your smile causes him to take a breath and for his smile to become a full one when you take the bag from him, ushering him inside. 

While Jihoon was happy to do this for you and Soonyoung, there was a part of him that found this more difficult every time. He was starting to love seeing that look on your face when you saw him—the way he could make your face light back up. 

“Come in. Sorry…the place is a wreck and I already changed into my pajamas. I literally can’t find a fuck to give today.” 

Moving into your place with you, Jihoon’s eyes move over your back and down your legs, just under your shorts, before he pulls them away out of respect with a sharp breath. Shaking his head, he looks around with a shrug before setting down the pizza on the coffee table as you move into the kitchen to put the ice cream in the freezer. 

“Your place looks lived in, Y/N, and you look fine. Making me wish I was in my pajamas, or that I looked half as good in mine.” 

Closing the door to your freezer, you pause at Jihoon’s compliment, feeling your cheeks starting to heat up. You didn’t mind it—the feeling of someone telling you that you looked good. It had been so long since Soonyoung had been home that you forgot what it was like to have someone compliment you like that, even if it was something so innocent. 

Jihoon curses himself under his breath, sitting down on your couch, at his forwardness. He never wanted to really cross a line. He knew who you were and he knew who he was; just lately, it was getting harder to really remember it. 

“Thanks, Jihoon, I’m sure you look very cute in your pajamas. Ya know, for the record.” 

You smile at Jihoon and he has to look down at his hands as he chuckles, trying to play off your words as if they don’t have any effect on him. He knew you weren’t actually flirting with him; that was a ridiculous passing thought in his mind, but god, sometimes he wished you weren’t Soonyoung’s. The moment the thought even comes to him, Jihoon clenches his fists and then stretches out his fingers to distract himself from it. 

“Mm, how was your day?” Swallowing hard, Jihoon glances up at you as he opens the top of the pizza box, gesturing towards it as you move around to sit next to him, closer than you had on other nights. “Eat. Don't let it get cold.” 

Taking a slice of the pizza, you pout at it before taking a small bite, letting the warmth of food and good company wash over you. You had heard Jihoon’s question, but it was a loaded one. Sighing, you furrow your brows as Jihoon swallows his own bite of pizza, glancing over at you with a concerned look on his face. 

“It was a bad one, Jihoon. I know that wasn’t really your question, but I’m not stupid. I know he called you and asked you to come over.” 

You shake your head and put your pizza back into the box. Jihoon frowns and does the same, watching pensively as you wipe your fingers on the end of your nightshirt, unwilling to put effort into getting up to get a napkin.

“I–well yeah, he did, but I wanted to bring you some dinner. We could talk about it, you know if you want to.” 

Jihoon watches as you furrow your brows and lean back on the couch, pulling your legs up under you. It hadn’t been his intention to upset you or bring up the argument; he had wanted to help distract you, but maybe you did need to get through this before you could move on with your night. 

Glancing at your phone as it lights up again with another text message from Soonyoung, you shrug hearing Jihoon’s phone go off a moment later. 

“It’s just really funny to me that he can ignore me all day and then act like I am supposed to be at his beck and call.” You swallow back your tears as you look down at your hands, pushing the ring on your index finger around so that the stone is facing your palm. “I love him, Jihoon, but right now I can’t stand him. I feel like I don’t know who he is anymore. I don’t know the person I talked to this morning.” 

Jihoon fights the urge to look at his phone, feeling it go off again in his jacket pocket. Instead,  he listens to you intently as he sees the tears rising in your eyes. His eyes fall to the ring on your finger and he remembers helping Soonyoung pick it out before he left for Tokyo and how he had suggested the cut of the stone. 

Swallowing hard, Jihoon shifts on the couch to face you. He keeps his hands to himself, trying to be as respectful as possible, although all he wants to do is offer you more comfort when he sees the first tear trail down your cheek. 

“Look, I could go the best friend route and give you the excuses but I’m not going to do it. I know he’s busy but I’m also not there.” Meeting your eyes, Jihoon tightens his hand on his knee, listening to you sniffle back your tears as he tilts his head. “I know he cares about you, he told me today. If I could make this better, Y/N, I would.” 

Those weren’t the exact words that Jihoon had meant to use, but those were the words that had come out of his mouth. They weren’t a lie, because if there was a way that he could make it better for you, he would. If there was a way that Jihoon could make you happy, he would. Seeing you cry and upset was breaking his heart in ways that he couldn’t even explain or justify. 

You can’t help but let out an unamused laugh under your breath at Jihoon's words. not for everything, because you knew he was trying to help, but you couldn't help but be cynical about the whole situation. Fingers wrapping around yours as tears drip from your cheeks is what breaks you and you finally meet Jihoon’s eyes once again. 

“Nothing can make this better. I’m completely alone.” 

Holding your hand tighter, Jihoon sighs, sliding even closer to you before lifting your hand to show yours in his as he shakes his head. 

“You aren’t. I’m right here.” 

Your eyes slowly move over his fingers, delicately holding yours, and more tears fall from your eyes as you try to work through how it makes you feel. It’s overwhelming to have someone right beside you, their skin against yours, their eyes on you. The feeling makes you want more and you feel selfish but it’s a moment of weakness. 

Sliding on the couch, you move against Jihoon so that your cheek ends up against his chest. A surprised breath escapes from his lips before he finally moves to wrap his arms around you, holding you to him like you want him to. He can feel the tears starting to soak through his shirt but he can’t seem to find a reason to care as your fingers cling to his jacket and you sob quietly. 

Jihoon had hugged you before, but this was more than a hug. This was almost intimate as the moments passed and you started to calm down, only to stay in his arms even as he shifted to lay down on the couch, letting you rest on top of him. 

Lifting a shaky hand, Jihoon carefully ran it over your head, listening to you whine softly and he wondered if you had fallen asleep. He knew he had overstayed his welcome and he knew he should leave but that would mean he would have to tell you to move and that would mean he wouldn’t have you in his arms. He was selfish. What would Soonyoung do if he walked in the door right now? 

Pushing the thought of his best friend from his mind, Jihoon closes his eyes when you shift against him and you mutter his name, wrapping your fingers around his shirt and holding him to you. Your lips smack cutely and a soft snore tells Jihoon that you have in fact fallen asleep. Any plan to wake you at that point leaves him with the sound of his name on your tired lips. 

By the time you wake up Jihoon is gone and you have been placed in your bed. Furrowing your brows, you look around your dark room, confused, before glancing towards your nightstand to see where your phone is plugged up. He had done so much while you slept and not even woke you to say goodbye. 

Picking up your phone, you wince at the brightness of the screen, only to frown at the number of missed calls and text messages from Soonyoung. You were starting to feel bad for ignoring him the entire day and it didn’t help that you were missing his voice. You start to click on his name to read over the messages when two from Jihoon make you pause and check them first. 

Jihoon: I hope you don’t get upset that I put you in your bed. The couch is comfortable but your bed looked better

Jihoon: I’m sorry if I overstepped tonight. Just can’t let you cry like that

Furrowing your brows, you swallow hard, thinking back to how it felt to be held and how safe you felt— even for just a little while. 

Y/N: You don’t have anything to apologize for. Thank you for dealing with my bullshit. Sleep well, Hoonie

You wait for a moment, hoping that Jihoon will write you back, but it was asking a lot for him to be awake at 1:26 am. Soonyoung, on the other hand, would be well into his work day. Scrolling over to the clock you have set for his timezone, you let out a slow exhale, reading 5:26 pm, before checking your messages from him. 

Soonyoung ❣️: I love you so much

Soonyoung ❣️: Please don’t ignore me

Soonyoung ❣️: I’m going to work but I’ll keep my phone ringer on

Soonyoung ❣️: Could you please answer your phone

Soonyoung ❣️: Don’t you think this is a little childish?

Soonyoung ❣️: I’m sorry. Did Jihoon bring over some food?

Soonyoung ❣️: I’m assuming you fell asleep. Really fucking wish you would have talked to me today. Don’t really think I deserved the silent treatment. It hurts, Y/N…

His messages had ranged from hurt to angry and everything in between, and now you were feeling the same as tears gathered in your eyes once again. Two of his messages, in particular, sticking out and making your heart tighten to the point where your stomach felt queasy. ‘Don’t you think this is a little childish?’ and ‘It hurts, Y/N…’ He had no idea how much it hurt you. 

Wiping your cheeks, you tap his name on your phone with more force than is necessary, putting it to your ear as you pull your knees towards your stomach. It only takes two rings before Soonyoung picks up, sounding out of breath. 

“Hello?” 

In truth, Soonyoung had started to give up hope that you were going to call him but he hadn’t lied when he told you that he kept his ringer on. Hearing it ring, he had immediately sent everyone on a five minute break and answered you, leaning over to rest his free hand on his thigh, trying to catch his breath. 

“Hi.” 

He had hoped for more than that but he’d take what he could get right now. Your voice brings a smile to his face as Soonyoung reaches for his water bottle, taking a sip. Sliding down the mirrored wall, he leans his head back against it and sighs into the phone, finally feeling a bit less stressed. 

“I’m glad you called, babe. I can’t stay on the phone long, but I’d like to —” 

“It’s whatever…” 

Taking a deep breath at your interruption, Soonyoung closes his eyes because he can hear the tears in your voice. 

“I mean, no, it’s not. If you’d let me finish? Fuck, Y/N… First, you ignored me all damn day and now I can’t —” 

Biting his bottom lip, Soonyoung stops himself hearing you take a sharp breath. He had started to go off on you but he knew it was because he was wound up. Yes he was upset at you but now wasn’t the time to fight. 

“Baby…I was going to say that even though I can’t talk long right now, I’d like to talk soon. I wanna really talk. Maybe we could facetime? I wanna see your pretty face.” 

Soonyoung was giving you whiplash and it was almost too much to handle. You loved him so much but it was hard to go from one extreme to another with no way to touch him or to have his arms around you. 

“I’m just really tired, Soonie. Can I just go to bed?” 

You weren’t lying. You were exhausted mentally, emotionally, and physically. His words were like rocks being added to a growing pile in your arms, pushing you deeper and deeper into a pit that you weren’t sure how to climb out of. 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Soonyoung knocks his head back against the mirror at your request while you also leave his question up in the air. He wasn’t sure how late it was for you but he had to assume it was late and he could hear the exhaustion and emotion in your voice. 

“Yeah…course, babe. I love you.” 

Looking out into your moonlit room, you find yourself staring at the picture of you and Soonyoung on your dresser with little to no emotion as you speak before hanging up your phone. 

“Love you too, bye.” 

Soonyoung had heard you say that you loved him hundreds, possibly thousands, of times over the span of your relationship and he had never heard it sound like that. He had never heard it said in such a way that it almost broke his heart. Letting out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, Soonyoung looks up when the pretty girl speaks to him again, a concerned look on her face. 

“You ok, Soonyoung?” 

Nodding, he puts on a smile and moves to his feet, causing her to take a step back to watch him as he puts his phone on silent. 

“Course I am, Aimi. Once everyone is back, we can run it from the chorus again.” 

Aimi grins at Soonyoung and his smile becomes genuine as he watches her take a step backwards on the wood floor. 

“‘Kay…hey, you wanna get drinks later?” 

When Soonyoung looks confused, Aimi laughs and lifts her hands, biting at her pretty lips that he can’t help but look at. 

“With me and a few of the dance team, of course.” 

Shrugging, Soonyoung glances down at his phone, tossing it up in the air and catching it before putting it on the table next to his water bottle. What could it hurt? Drinks with a few of his students, especially when the view would be nice for just a little while. Offering Aimi a grin, Sonyoung nods before leaning to pick up a towel and putting it around his neck as he watches him carefully, her eyes carefully moving over his exposed arms before moving back to his face. 

“Sure, sounds like fun.” 

“She just doesn’t answer my calls much anymore. I dunno what the fuck I’m supposed to do, man.” 

Soonyoung sighs, using his shoulder to keep his phone against his ear as he pulls his jacket from the closet, causing the unused hangers to clang together. On the other side of the phone, Jihoon leans back in his chair, rocking his head side to side to move his blond bangs out of his eyes. He lets out a breath as he pushes his mouse across his computer screen and dragging levels up and down in the music editing program by eye and muscle memory. 

“I don’t know. It’s not my place to —” 

“Couldn’t you just... I dunno, talk to her? Get her to listen to reason? You are so good at that.” 

Leaning his head back, Jihoon rolls his eyes as he pushes the mouse away from him out of annoyance. This wasn’t his job and he didn’t want to lie to you or tell you that it would all get better when clearly there was something going on that he couldn’t fix. 

“I’m not a fucking relationship therapist, Soonyoung.” 

Swallowing hard, Soonyoung stops just outside of his temporary apartment, hearing the anger in Jihoon’s voice. That hadn’t been the intention; he just wanted someone at bat for him, someone at home, to be in his corner for once. 

“I’m sorry, man... I’m not saying that. You’ve been nothing but helpful. You know, taking Y/N meals and watching out for her... I really appreciate it.” 

All of the things that Soonyoung was bringing up were things that Jihoon was happy to do for you. Maybe at first they were a little tedious but as time had gone by, days had turned to weeks, and weeks now to months—they were part of his life as much as you were. 

“It’s fine. Uh… Look, okay? I’ll try to talk to Y/N and see if I can get her to give you a call when I take her something to eat tonight.” 

The sounds of traffic make Soonyoung wonder if he had heard Jihoon wrong but he knew he hadn’t. Rubbing his lips together, Soonyoung nods as he furrows his brows, a bit of strain evident in his voice. 

“You’re gonna take her something to eat again tonight? Is that like, a common thing now? I just—yeah, I dunno, I figured it was every once in a while.” 

Shifting in his chair, Jihoon feels the apprehension in Soonyoung’s words. He knew that he should feel bad for how often he was spending time at your place but after holding you as you cried yourself to sleep, Jihoon couldn’t. 

“It’s pretty often. She’s lonely, Soonyoung. You are on the other side of the world. You’re the one who asked me to do it in the first place.” 

Soonyoung could feel the way his stomach was twisting with jealousy and something else he couldn’t quite name. Jihoon wasn’t wrong; he had asked him to do it, but he didn’t think he would be spending so many evenings hanging out with his girlfriend. He also didn’t really need his best friend to remind him of the distance between him and his girlfriend. The distance was very apparent and it was eating him alive. 

“Yeah, I know I did. I don’t need you to tell me how lonely she is. I’m fucking lonely too.” With his feet hitting the steps to the studio hard as he pouts into his words, “I wish I was at home. I wish I had never fuckin’ taken this job.” 

Running his fingers over his hair, Jihoon can’t help the way Soonyoung’s words hit him and made him feel bad for a split second. He couldn’t really understand the pain that his friend was feeling but it was obvious that he was suffering. Being with you almost every day, Jihoon saw your pain but today was the first time he had really heard Soonyoung’s, and even so, it didn’t make up for your tears. 

“Then maybe you should fucking tell her that.” 

You were pouting into your pint of ice cream as Jihoon watched you, finishing the last of his pasta. He had already tried to give you the “but Soonyoung just wants to talk to you; maybe you should call him tonight” talk and now you were being quiet. It wasn’t like you hadn’t sent Soonyoung texts throughout the day; you just hadn’t answered his phone calls or made any special effort to call him like you normally would. 

“The ice cream was meant to cheer you up.” 

Lifting your eyes to Jihoon, you stab your spoon into your softening ice cream, making him wince at the sudden action. Clearly, you were upset at him, though he wasn’t sure that was entirely fair. He had just done what Soonyoung had asked of him and now it was biting him in the ass. 

Sighing, Jihoon puts his plate down on the coffee table before leaning forward to lift his hands as if to say he is surrendering. This wasn’t how he wanted to spend the evening with you. He enjoyed the evenings when the two of you would sit close on the couch. You’d turn on one of your silly trash reality shows and he’d let you try to explain who was fucking who and who was cheating on who. In reality, he was just enjoying your company—more than he should. 

“I’m sorry. I promised Soonyoung that I would try to put in a good word for him, but I can’t stand the idea that you might spoon me to death like your ice cream.” 

You wanted to stay mad at Jihoon, but he made it difficult. You had started to trust him not to just take Soonyoung’s side because he was asked to but clearly everyone had their limit. It was already asking a lot of Jihoon to keep you company like he was, so adding ‘taking your side in the arguments’ was asking maybe too much. 

“I don’t wanna talk to him right now, Jihoon. He has said something to me that I never thought—” Shaking your head, you pull your spoon free from your ice cream with a bit of a sad laugh. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not your fault. You’ve kept me sane.” 

Your words go right to Jihoon’s heart, causing him to have to look away in fear of how he might react. That was a big role to take in your life and he knew that when it came to you, he was taking it seriously. Jihoon knew he should feel bad for how he started to feel about you but as long as he kept those feelings to himself, they wouldn’t matter. 

“Uh—well I… You shouldn’t have to go through all this shit alone. I got tired of seeing you so lonely.” 

Furrowing your brows, you watch Jihoon speak and how he looks down at his hands. You had known him for a long time, but over the past few months, you had gotten to know him almost as well as you knew Soonyoung. There were tells in his mannerisms and it was almost like playing poker with him. You could tell when he wasn’t telling you everything. 

“I am lonely, Hoonie. You have helped me through a lot.” Sighing, you lean towards the coffee table to put your ice cream down before looking back over to Jihoon to meet his cautious eyes. “The food is nice but just having you here has been the best. Like last night, I really needed that.” 

You watch as Jihoon lifts his hand to run his fingers over his hair with a long sigh. Something was on his mind but he just wasn’t saying it. Tilting your head, you scoot closer to him and Jihoon laughs under his breath before you hear what sounds like a curse. Did he not want you to be close to him anymore? 

“I–I’m happy to help, Y/N. Last night, you said I didn’t overstep, but — fuck…” 

Meeting your eyes, Jihoon’s words die on his tongue. He knows he can’t disappoint you. Not when you look so sad and vulnerable. Not when you are so fucking pretty and looking at him like he is a buoy in the middle of a vast ocean. You let out a soft whine and Jihoon’s eyes fell to your lips just once before he winced and leaned forward to brush his against yours, not wanting you to feel so alone. 

At first, you freeze when you feel Jihoon’s lips against yours. Your brain misfires because you know it’s not Soonyoung and you know that you should push Jihoon away but then you relax. You sigh into the kiss and return it, letting Jihoon’s tongue slide along your bottom lip. 

You arch against his body when you feel Jihoon’s hand grasp your waist as you lean your head into his hand as he cups your cheek with his other hand. Your tongue glides along his and you moan softly into his mouth before finally Jihoon pulls away with one last peck on your lips. 

With his eyes closed tightly, Jihoon rests his forehead against yours, cursing himself silently. If he had thought he had overstepped the night before, now he had looked at the line and flipped it off. His hand trembles against your side and Jihoon sits back, looking up at the ceiling as you look at him coming out of your haze. 

“Jihoon…I—” 

“It was me. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

Jihoon starts to pull away from you and you feel your stomach twist in panic so quickly that you grab his shirt to stop him. When your eyes meet, Jihoon looks at you confusedly, but you just shake your head and bite at your lips, trying to think quickly. 

“But I…I liked it.” 

2:30 am 

Jihoon groaned, looking at his lock screen again, before putting his phone face down on his bed. He had been staring at his ceiling for hours at this point, thoughts racing through his mind. All he could see was you looking at him with that sweet look on your face as he kissed you again. 

“Fuck!” 

There was so much that was fucked up about the situation. He had gone over to your house to talk you into calling Soonyoung. Instead, he had ended up making out with you on your couch before kissing you goodnight at your front door. 

Now he was the one avoiding Soonyoung’s text messages. He didn’t know what he was going to say to him. 'Hey, yeah, talked to her. Kissed her and then kissed her again. You’re cool with that, right?’ He was sure that would go over well. 

Closing his eyes, Jihoon runs his hand over his face before resting it on his bare chest as he tries to calm himself down but once again his thoughts land on you. He thinks about your fingers clinging to his shirt and how you sounded moaning into his mouth. He thinks about how sweet you would sound if he were between your—

Arching his hips off the bed, Jihoon groans at his own thoughts, trying to stop them but the damage is done. He had willed himself not to get hard while he was at your place but now he could feel his cock stiffening against his thigh under his shorts. This was pathetic; he was pathetic. All it took was thinking about how you’d sound if he were between your legs and he was hard and starting to leak. 

Jihoon knew he could ignore his problem and eventually it would go away but it would take a while and he was already struggling to go to sleep. Smacking his hand against the bed, Jihoon lifts his hips, pushing his shorts down, before kicking them off under the sheet, letting his now throbbing cock rest back towards his abdomen. 

Sighing in annoyance, he rubs his palm in a circle over his head to collect some of his pre-cum causing himself to hiss and buck his hips. Jihoon hated that his first thought as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking himself from base to tip, was your hand in place of his. It was so fucking wrong of him to think about you like this while he was doing this, but it was doing the trick. 

Muttering your name under his breath into a groan, Jihoon picks up speed with his hand as he lifts his hips towards his fist, fucking into it with even strokes. It felt good but it was nothing compared to what he imagined your pussy must feel like. 

Soonyoung wasn’t a shy person. He was a jealous person, but that only made him brag more and that meant that he would overshare. Jihoon was thinking about that now as he squeezed his cock under his head, remembering how Soonyoung told him that your pussy was the tightest he had ever had and how you got so wet that he had to lay down towels and use his tongue to clean you up. 

Warm, sticky cum hits Jihoon’s stomach and runs down his fingers as he groans out your name one more time before pushing his head back against his pillow. He was out of breath, his heart racing, and you were still running laps in his head as he thought about you licking him clean.

With one last stroke and whimpering groan, Jihoon knows he has nothing else to give. Fingers unwrap from his softening cock as he takes steady breaths, feeling sleep trying to take over him, for him to now fight it, knowing he has to get cleaned up. 

He hated himself for what he had just done, but god if it didn’t feel worth it for how hard that he had cum and how well he would sleep. 

“Of course I would be excited to see you, Soonyoung…” 

You sigh into your words as you lean your head against your driver’s side window. You had a headache; it had been a long day at work and all you wanted to do was get out of traffic and get home. You didn’t really want to be on the phone with Soonyoung as he made empty promises but that is where you found yourself; listening to empty promises and stuck in a traffic jam. 

“I think I can make it happen in a couple weeks, maybe three.” 

The ever changing Soonyoung timeline. Shaking your head, you hold your phone with one hand and the steering wheel with the other as traffic starts to move in front of you. 

“Sure…” 

“I’m serious, Y/N! Why don’t you ever believe me? I feel like I’m the only one trying to make this work anymore.” 

Frowning, you start to speak, feeling emotion rising in your chest, when suddenly you are launched forward and pain spreads through your chest. Soonyoung waits to hear you speak but instead he hears the sound of your surprised yelp and then the sound of car horns. 

“Baby?” When you don’t answer him at first, Soonyoung paces in front of the mirrored wall, running his fingers through his hair. “Y/N? Talk to me, baby!” 

Muffled voices and a ringing in your ears are all you can hear as you try to shake your head to push away the foggy feeling. Someone takes your arm as you try to move and you hear a man tell you that you shouldn’t move until someone makes sure you are okay first. 

“What happened?” 

You can hear yourself better than you can hear the man, until finally your ears seem to pop just as your vision starts to clear and you see your airbag against your chest. 

“Car came up too fast behind you and knocked the hell out of you. I was in front of you.” 

Leaning up to try to see the man’s vehicle in front of you, the man ushers you back down and shakes his head. 

“Just a little damage. I’m not worried about it all that much. Your car is fucked and so is his.” 

Wincing as you lean your head back, you can feel the burn from where your airbag and the seatbelt protected you from much worse. You try to turn your head to look for the other driver, hearing sirens, but instead just look for the man you had been talking to. 

“Is he okay?” 

Sighing, the man nods, giving you an annoyed look. 

“Probably the drunk ones always get hurt less, they say.” 

Holding his free hand over his ear, Soonyoung struggles to make out as much of your conversation with the unknown man as he can but the moment he realizes you have been in a car accident, he’s panicking. Swallowing hard, Soonyoung clenches his chest as he ends the call with you and grits his teeth, making the decision to call the only other person he knew could be there for you when he couldn’t. 

“Yeah?” 

Jihoon was almost nervous to pick up the phone after seeing Soonyoung’s name but he did it anyway. He had been avoiding his best friend most of the day except for the stray text here or there but this was the first phone call he had actually accepted. 

“Jihoon!” 

The panic in Soonyoung’s voice made Jihoon sit up straight, his heart rate speeding up, because his first thought was that something was wrong and it could only be you. 

“Ji...I–fuck! I was on the phone with Y/N and I don’t know where she is.” 

He could hear Soonyoung struggling with his words as he paced, unsure what to do. Jihoon’s first thought was, Fuck, I couldn’t imagine how hard this would be for him if something happened to you but then he could imagine it. He needed to know what was wrong and where you were.  

“Slow down and tell me what the fuck is going on.” 

Nodding, Soonyoung runs his hand over his mouth and takes a breath, trying to start over slower and calmer. 

“We were talking on the phone and she dropped it, I think. I heard something loud and then some dude was talking to her. He said something about an accident. I think she was in a wreck.” 

Looking at his watch, Jihoon stands up from his chair, grabbing his keys and jacket, keeping his phone to his ear as he pushes his studio door open. He knew he should probably tell the others where he was going but, fuck it, they could figure it out. 

“It’s 5:30; she was probably going home. Maybe she got stuck on the highway. I’ll find her and call you back.” 

Jihoon groans at the woman sitting at the front desk of the emergency room as she stares up at him like he has three heads. 

“Like I told you, if you aren’t a relative or a loved one, you can’t go back to see Miss Y/L/N. You can wait in the waiting area.” 

His hair was starting to come loose from his bun with the number of times he had shaken his head. Jihoon was getting more annoyed by the minute. Gritting his teeth, he puts his palms flat on the desk and gives the woman a strained smile before tilting his head. 

“I am a loved one. Y/N is my girlfriend. I’d really like to see her now.” 

After a few more minutes of narrowing eyes at one another, Jihoon found himself being led back to your triage room, where you were sitting on a bed in a hospital gown with a frown. You were honestly so cute that he couldn’t help but pull the smallest of smiles from his lips. However, seeing the cut on your lip and eyebrow and the bruise that was already spreading along your neck, the smile quickly faded. 

Nodding to the nurse, Jihoon moves towards your bed as the woman pulls the door shut, giving you and him more privacy. The moment your eyes meet, the tears fall over the rims of your eyes and Jihoon’s heart breaks. 

“Hey…What’s that about? Did they say you have to stay overnight or something?” 

Shaking your head, you reach out to take Jihoon’s wrist in yours, pulling him closer so that he will sit next to you on your bed. You find yourself just wanting to be close to him. 

“No. I can go home as soon as the doctor makes sure I didn’t break anything and gets me a script for some pain meds.” 

Furrowing his brows, Jihoon turns his hand over, letting you rest yours in his as he looks over your face even closer now. He could see where the bruises would be and where the hospital had cleaned up your cuts but there was still some dried blood. His stomach was in knots because it never should have happened. 

“So why are you crying? Talk to me…” 

“My car is fucked for one and I—” Your voice falls over into a small sob, causing Jihoon to lift his hand, his thumb gently caressing your cheek to push the tears away. “I’m scared and I don’t wanna be alone now. Soonyoung is—” 

You don’t finish the sentence but Jihoon knows how it finishes. Soonyoung is so far away. He had heard you say it many times but this time it went right to his gut. He almost hated Soonyoung for leaving you alone and letting something like this happen to you, even though it wasn’t his fault and he had no way of preventing it whether he was here or not. 

“One thing at a time, Y/N. Come here…” 

Shifting on your hospital bed, Jihoon sits beside you, letting you curl against his chest so you can rest against him. He can feel your tears soaking through his shirt but he doesn’t mind it. The only thing he cares about is who is in his arms and whether you are safe. 

“Let’s go through things one at a time. Your car. I know you have insurance. We will call tomorrow and make sure it’s being taken care of. I can get you to and from work.” 

You start to complain but Jihoon just holds you tighter, making you sob softly against him before you nod. 

“And being alone...” 

You hear him let out a breath as he thinks of what to say so you do it first as you run your fingers along his chest around a button. 

“Could you stay with me for a few days?” 

Closing his eyes, Jihoon swallows hard as he leans his head back against the wall. He knew he should say no and that you should ask one of your girlfriends but he hates the idea of disappointing you. 

“Yeah…I can do that, honey.” 

“She’s banged up but she’s gonna be alright. They got her some pain meds and she’s out of work the rest of the week to rest.” 

Soonyoung furrowed his brows to Jihoon’s words. He could tell the man was whispering but he didn’t really know why… Was he still with you? Looking down at his phone, he tried to do the math in his head but it didn’t make sense. If it was 5:30 pm for him, that would mean it was at least after midnight for you, if not later. 

“Thanks for letting me know. Wish I was there… hate the idea of her being alone right now.” 

Sighing, Jihoon looks at you in your bed as he leans back in the armchair before shaking his head at Soonyoung’s words. He wasn’t sure how to work around what the man had just said to him. He wasn’t an idiot but he didn’t want to cause a fight. 

"Yeah, I don’t like it either but what is anyone going to do about it, Soonyoung? I told her that until her car is out of the shop, I’ll take her to and from work. That’s one less thing for her to worry about right now.” 

Maybe he was letting his imagination get the best of him. That was it. He had always been a jealous man when it came to you and there was no reason for him to be worried when it came to you and Jihoon. Nodding along with his best friend’s words, Soonyoung offers a smile to Aimi as she gestures for him to hurry up as she and a few of the other students wait by the door of the studio. 

“Thank you for doing that, Ji. I’ll try to call her later, after she’s got some rest. I owe you big time.” 

That was an understatement, is all Jihoon could think as he heard the sounds of a girl giggling just as Soonyoung hung up the phone call. Of course, it could be nothing but there was no way to know. 

Moving his eyes back over to you as your hands rested under your cheek, Jihoon tilted his head and started to stand up, intent on going to the couch, when you whispered his name. At first, he thinks you are just dreaming but then you sit up and look at him, making him stop in the doorway. 

“Hey, you okay? You need something to drink? More pain meds?” 

Shaking your head, you reach out your hand towards him and Jihoon’s heart beats hard in his chest at the implications of what you were asking of him. 

“Stay? Don’t wanna be alone.” 

Your voice is so tired and small. Jihoon closes his eyes for a brief moment before nodding and moving towards the bed to crawl in behind you, laying a good distance away. He thinks you’ll be satisfied to have him just anywhere close to you but then you turn over and lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arm over him so that you can pull your body in close to his. 

“This okay, Hoonie?” 

Running his free hand through his now loose, long blond hair, Jihoon wants to tell you no and that you need to lay away from him but everything about that is a lie. There was nothing more that he wanted. He hears you sigh happily when his hand under you shifts to run his fingers along your back, allowing you to curl even tighter against him, your leg pulling to rest against his thigh. 

“Yeah, it’s okay, honey.” 

You smile at the pet name. It wasn’t something that Jihoon had called you much about or ever before, but you were enjoying it. It made your stomach feel warm and your heart feel fluttery. Nuzzling your cheek against his chest, you spread your fingers out along his abs and close them to scratch at his skin through his thin shirt with a sigh. 

“I like that…that name.” 

If anything, Jihoon knew he was crossing a line with it, but fuck, look at where he was and look at where you were. The line was 300 miles back and he was waving at it in the distance at this point. 

“I like it too. I like it too much.” 

Shaking your head, you glance up at Jihoon with a pout on your lips as he meets your eyes in the dim, moonlit room. You could see the apprehension on his face and you knew why it was there but as much as you knew you should feel guilty, he was the one here and he was the one taking care of you. 

Reaching up with your hand, you hold his chin in place so you can lean up to press your lips against his, granting you a soft groan from his. Jihoon’s brows furrow, and his fingers scratch lightly against your lower back right over your ass before he gasps for a breath, pulling away from you. 

“Y/N…” 

“I want you, Jihoon.”

Jihoon had felt bad about not giving in to you after you had confessed that you wanted him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you. God, if anything, he wanted you too much and that was what was killing him. You had pouted for a few minutes but then accepted his excuse that it was too fast and too soon after your accident before you fell asleep in his arms. 

The sun was starting to rise and he knew he would have to leave you, at least for a few hours today. He would need to go into the recording studio and at least explain his sudden disappearance and work for a couple hours, but god, did you make it hard to leave you. 

Running his fingers over your cheek as you nuzzle against his chest, Jihoon can’t help but smile as you smack your lips in your sleep. You are so cute that it is almost physically painful for him to look at you and not act on the whims that he feels. He wants to kiss you, put your back against the bed and show you how he would spoil you in bed. Instead, Jihoon just watches you sleep for a few minutes longer before he tries to slide his arm from under your body, only to feel your fingers tighten in the front of his t-shirt holding him to you. 

“Hoonie…don’t leave.” 

Your voice almost breaks his heart because he didn’t want to leave you but he had to. Sighing, Jihoon brushes your hair back, leaning to press his lips against yours, feeling you smile against his. With that, he’s able to maneuver his arm out, only for you to whimper against his lips and tug him back against you. 

“Honey…I have to go take a shower and get to work. I won’t be gone all day, I promise.” 

Looking down at you, Jihoon frowns at the darkening spot near your eye and lip. His eyes move down to where your tank top does nothing to hide your largest bruise on your shoulder and collarbone from where your seatbelt had been sitting. 

“I’m gonna miss you. Can’t you just stay?” 

Shaking his head, Jihoon leans to kiss your eyebrow lightly, then your split lip, before leaning to kiss your neck and collarbone, making you moan. It wasn’t his intention to turn you on; instead, he was just trying to kiss your wounds better but you couldn’t help but lace your fingers through his long hair, holding him to you. 

Groaning as he feels your heel run along his thigh, Jihoon takes a breath against your neck, trying to keep his head. It had been a long time since he had been with anyone and he never thought the next person would be his best friend’s girl, but here you were with your hands in his hair and your body pressed against his. 

“Jihoon…” 

His name on your lips is like a siren’s call and Jihoon’s resolve breaks. Meeting your eyes, his lips press against yours hard, only for you to whimper at the slight pain of your split lip. He pulls back, realizing that his kiss is gentle and tender as his tongue dances with yours. You feel his hand slide from your waist to your hip so that his fingers can press into the top of your shorts, making you arch off the bed, wanting him to take them off. 

“I can’t give you everything right now. I really do have to go in for a while today, but I’ll give you something, okay, honey?” 

Nodding, you whine out his name as Jihoon pulls back from you. His eyes move over your face and down your body as his fingers press into the top of your shorts, pulling them down your legs with trembling hands. The line was thousands of miles behind him now; he couldn’t even see it. All he could see was you. All Jihoon could hear was his name on your lips as he dropped your shorts on the bed next to him and you spread your legs for him.

Jihoon lets out a shaky breath and it dawns on him that there is no one else who matters who isn’t in this room. It’s just you and him. His eyes move from your face, down your body, and finally between your legs, where his mouth starts to water at the sight of you. Your perfect folds are spread to reveal just how wet your pussy has gotten for him. Not for Soonyoung, but for him. 

“Fuck…gonna eat you out, is that okay?” 

It had been so long since you had been touched, so having someone look at you the way Jihoon did was almost overwhelming. You felt like you could cum untouched by just the feeling of his eyes but then his question and what he wanted to do to you had you clenching around nothing. Whining, you nod, scooting your hips further down in the bed as Jihoon moves between your legs, leaning to press kisses to your soft thighs, waiting for your verbal answer.

“Yeah, please? God, please, Hoonie?” 

It wouldn’t take much convincing for Jihoon to give you what you wanted. With one hand wrapped around your hip, he uses his other to part your folds so he can see all of you. Letting out a groan to the sight, Jihoon glanced up the length of your body before shaking his head and spitting on to your clit before latching on to it with his mouth. 

Soonyoung was great at everything in bed but this was different. You hadn’t been with too many people before you met Soonyoung and up until this moment, you had been faithful to him, but there was something about Lee Jihoon between your legs that had tears already streaming down your face. The groans and grunts let out against your pussy were almost animalistic as he ground his face against you, fucking you with his tongue. 

Your fingers grip Jihoon’s hair, tugging at the long locks holding him closer between your legs as you feel the pressure building in your lower abdomen. It’s only when you are unable to hold it back anymore that you cry out his name and roll your hips hard against his face, cumming onto his tongue and chin. 

Jihoon groans quietly against your warm, wet folds as he laps at your cum, enjoying every last drop. His fingers lazily massage your folds, causing your thighs to jerk and for him to smile against your pussy until you whine his name as if asking for mercy. 

Licking his lips clean of you, Jihoon moves up between your legs to rest over you, kissing you gently and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He basks in the sounds of your moans as your fingers grip and almost tear at his shirt, wanting more but he had already told you he couldn’t give you everything just yet. Nudging his nose against yours, Jihoon smiles against your lips before pulling away as you almost sob his name but he knows this time it’s just a ploy to keep him in your bed. 

“I told you, honey, I gotta shower and get to work. I’ll pick up food tonight and we can cuddle when I get back.”

Turning on your side, you take a deep breath, feeling exhausted as you watch Jihoon walk towards your en suite, his fingers running through his long blonde hair. You knew you should feel guilty and maybe you did deep down but you had needs and right now, as your thighs ached from your legs being spread apart as he ate you out like his last meal, you couldn’t feel a single drop of guilt. 

You wake up to the sound of your phone, causing your brows to furrow in annoyance. You had been sleeping so well but still, your fingers reach out for your phone, bringing it to your ear as you answer it with a sleepy voice. 

“Hello? Jihoon?” 

Furrowing his brows, Soonyoung tries not to take too much offense to how you answer the phone because he can tell you were asleep and he can tell you aren’t yourself. Jihoon had told him that you were on some pretty strong pain medications, so maybe that was clouding your judgment. 

“No, baby, it’s me, Soonie.” 

You smile softly, feeling a warmth rush over you upon hearing Soonyoung’s voice. There was a conflicting feeling underlying it but on the surface, you were happy to hear from him. You missed him despite everything and you loved him. 

“Hi, Soonie.” 

That was more like it, you seemed more like yourself. Maybe a bit of a drunk version of yourself but still, you seemed happy to hear from him and that Soonyoung could handle. 

“Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” 

Whining as you turn over on your back, you put your hand on your shoulder, feeling the stretch in your arm, making Soonyoung hear you in pain. He knew if he could be on a plane and back with you in that moment, he would be, but it was literally impossible. 

“I’m fine. Just hurts a bit. I could probably go back to work earlier than the doctor said.” 

Shaking his head, Soonyoung punches in the code to his building as he rests his phone on his shoulder, letting his foot catch the door so he can get his stuff inside.

“No, baby… listen to what the doctor said. If you need more time to heal and rest, take it.” 

Pouting, you sit up in bed, looking around for Jihoon, remembering he had left for work long before. Nodding to Soonyoung’s words, you just sigh and give in to your current predicament. 

“I guess so. Maybe they will have the car fixed before Monday. I hate the idea of Hoonie driving me around.” 

Hoonie, it wasn’t like that was the first time he had heard you call his best friend that but for some reason this time it made his hair stand on end and his mouth go dry. Nodding, Soonyoung puts his groceries down hard on the counter, making you jump in your bed with a wince as you hear him sigh loudly. 

“You okay, Soonyoung?” 

Rolling his eyes, Soonyoung takes out one of his beers and pops it open, taking a sip as he leans against the counter, tilting his head as he looks at the label with narrowed eyes. 

“Course I am, babe. Get some rest. I love you.” 

Soonyoung doesn’t give you much time to respond before the sound of a phone call ending goes off in your ear and you are left with his picture staring back in your face. Furrowing your brows, you reach for your bottle of water that Jihoon had left and your bottle of pills, taking another one before settling back into your covers and trying to relax once again. 

Looking at his phone, Soonyoung runs his thumb along his contacts before he lands on Aimi and puts it to his ear, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips when he hears her pick up. 

“Hey, no, yeah... I’m fine. Just wanted to see if you wanted to come over and hang out.” 

Jihoon tried to be quiet while moving through your front door, but smelling food cooking as soon as he walked in made him realize there was no point in trying. Following his nose, he smiled while watching you stand in front of the stove in fresh clothes, humming along to something playing on your phone. If you had heard him come in, you weren’t letting him in on it. 

Sliding his hands around your waist, Jihoon laughs when you jump, dropping your spoon into your soup with a small splash of liquid that both of you are barely able to miss as it hits the floor. Jihoon whispers apologies against your ear before leaning to kiss your neck as you calm down and pout at him before he pulls away to get a paper towel to clean up. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you would have heard me come in.” 

Shaking your head, you look down in your soup for the lost spoon before Jihoon moves back to your side, dipping his fingers in and pulling it out with a small hiss to the heat, letting you take it from him. 

“I didn’t, but I’m glad you are home.” 

Home. What a loaded word. This wasn’t his home but you made him wish it was. Everywhere he looked, he was reminded it wasn’t his home as Soonyoung smiled at him from the fridge and the walls, but he was getting pretty good at ignoring him. 

Sliding his hand along your hip, Jihoon takes a deep breath of the steam coming off the soup, nodding appreciatively as you look up at his content. This was the happiest you had been all day since before he left you for work. It was the most coherent you had been as well. You barely remembered your phone call with Soonyoung and you hadn’t received any text messages from him so you knew he was asleep or something. It didn’t matter. 

“Can you get down a couple bowls and we can eat on the couch? We have some trash TV to catch up on.” 

This was the perfect way to spend an evening and how Jihoon wished he could spend every single evening. He didn’t need to worry about rushing off. His stomach was full of food that you had made for him and now you were lying in his arms as the TV played one of your silly shows that you cared too much about.

Fingers lightly strum over Jihoon’s chest as you smile, listening to his heartbeat more than you listen to the arguments or gossip on the show. You find yourself enjoying the feeling of Jihoon’s hand cupping your hip and his thumb resting under your shirt above your shorts more than you do anything else. You never want the night to end or maybe it is more than that, something deeper but it’s nothing that you can talk about out loud just yet.  

When your eyes meet Jihoon's, he smiles at you and you feel like you are melting on the spot because it's been so long since someone has looked at you like that. Since someone has really looked at you, you feel like you could get lost in his eyes as his fingers lightly move across your cheek and down your jaw before he leans in to press his lips to yours, and you melt all over again. There’s something there that is unspoken and it will remain unspoken for the sake of everyone involved. You just kiss and give into it. 

Jihoon groans when he finally moves you to your bed and has you sitting on his lap. He whines into your mouth, feeling the weight of you over his hard cock. He wants to tell you that maybe this is too much or too fast but what about if this is too much or too fast? What about this? Is it even right? He knows it and he knows what you do too, so instead he just gives into it. 

Clothes find their way into the floor until your skin is naked against Jihoon and his fingers can finally move over your soft skin like he has always wanted to. He feels dirty and like this isn’t his—because it isn't—and yet something whispers in his ear that you are his. Right now, at this moment, you are his. 

“Please?” 

One word falls from your lips and Jihoon will give you the world; he will bring down the moon and the stars for you to make it better. Resting on your back, you cling to Jihoon, his hair falling from his bun as he looks down at you, his right hand sliding along your inner thigh, working its way towards your warm center. Two fingers slide between your wet folds and Jihoon’s lips fall open in the same way yours do as he works his fingers into your pussy, feeling your warm walls clench around them. 

He remembers in that moment Soonyoung bragging to him about how tight and messy you are and he can’t help but smirk to himself that he is getting to know that firsthand. Groaning against his arm, Jihoon can barely move his fingers inside of you, searching for that one spot that will make you scream his name but when he finds it, you arch off the bed and Jihoon almost cums on the spot, untouched by the sight of you and the sounds that come out of your mouth. 

Your velvet walls tremble around his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you at almost a brutal pace, trying to get you ready for his cock without even thinking about anything else. All Jihoon can think about is your wet slick seeping around his fingers and how it is running down  his wrist with each deep thrust of his fingers. He is just thinking about how good it will feel on his cock and how sweet you will sound as he’s pushing you into the mattress that you share with Soonyoung. 

Shaking his head to push Soonyoung out of it, Jihoon groans your name as your nails scratch his chest and along his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips when you cum. He groans loudly, feeling his fingers being sucked back into you with each wave of your orgasm, making it almost impossible for him to pull away from you until you finally relax and your thighs stop shaking. 

Smiling, Jihoon presses kisses on your cheek and along your neck before looking up at you to meet your eyes as he slips his fingers from your dripping center. You watch as he brings them to his lips and sucks each one of them clean with a small groan, making you whine under him. 

“Hoonie, please, I need you.” 

“Yeah? I won’t make you wait, honey.” 

Leaning over you, Jihoon opens the nightstand he knows to be Soonyoung and groans when he only finds an empty box of condoms before resting his head on his bicep. 

“Baby, do you have condoms on your side?” 

Swallowing hard, you shake your head already, knowing you don’t. Dread feels you knowing that if you don’t say something, he won’t fuck you like you want him to. Lifting your hand, you cling to Jihoon’s arm and whine as sweetly as you can, making him look down at you as you look up at him through lowered lashes. 

“I don't, but I’m on birth control, Jihoon. That’s why we don’t have anything here. Just fuck me, please?” 

Jihoon knew he should say no and wait until he could pick something up but that look in your eyes and the sweet tone of your voice were killing him. You hadn’t been with anyone else besides Soonyoung in years and he knew he hadn’t been with anyone in months, maybe closer to a year. Groaning, Jihoon rests his forehead against your shoulder before nodding, making you smile as you run your fingers through his hair. 

Learning from you, Jihoon pushes down his boxers, kicking off the last remaining piece of clothing, keeping him separated from you as your eyes follow him. Swallowing hard, you watch as he strokes himself a few times before he meets your eyes as if looking for permission once again, only for you to nod and slide your leg up and off to the side, letting him move back between your thighs. 

Running his thumb over your clit first, Jihoon watches how your body jerks, making him smirk before he follows that same action with the head of his cock. His brows furrowed as he made a pass with his tip between your folds to collect some of your arousal before finally meeting your eyes as he pushed into you for the first time, slow and steady. 

You had been used to the feeling of Soonyoung stretching you out so the feeling of Jihoon was completely different. Soonyoung was longer, whereas Jihoon had girth and it was almost painful as he sank into you, making you see white for a moment. A moan gets caught in your throat when Jihoon bottoms out and he stays where he is, catching his breath as you clench around him, making it impossible for him to move at first. 

“Oh…shit. Y/N, you gotta relax. Relax for me, honey.” 

Nodding, you do your best to listen to Jihoon’s voice and let your body relax as his fingers stroke the side of your face into your hair. You smile at the feeling of his lips pressing against your throat, feeling his smile against your skin when you do as he asked you to. 

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Can I move?” 

Whining out a yes, you nod and scratch at Jihoon’s back as he starts to thrust slowly but deeply, making you cry once again. Tears of pleasure begin to stream down your face and over Jihoon’s thumb, causing him to look up in concern until he sees the blissed out look on your face. 

Wiping the tears from your face, Jihoon groans your name, picking up his pace and listening to you cry out his name as you tighten around him once again. He didn’t need you to tell him that you were close. He could feel it as your orgasm started to rip through you. The way you got impossibly wetter and how you clamped down on him and held him inside of you like a vice. 

Groaning your name, it soon turns into a hiss as he follows you over that edge in a panic, trying to pull out only to have you cling to him with tears in your eyes, begging him to stay. Nodding, Jihoon relaxes, and his cum fills you with each deep thrust, making you throw your head back with a moan of his name. 

Collapsing on top of you, Jihoon struggles to catch his breath for a moment as sweat rolls along his neck and down his chest to your skin. Licking your lips, you run your fingers through his hair and over his back as you come down from your high, feeling like you have been to the moon and back. 

“Fuck…” 

A smile pulls at your lips as Jihoon curses against your neck. After a few moments, he rolls over to your side, pulling from you carefully, before resting his forearm over his eyes, still catching his breath as if he had just run a mile. Shaking your head, you can’t help but admire the man beside you in your bed under the moonlight, as if he is a piece of art, as with each of his breaths, his muscles expand and contract, showing off all his hard work spent in the gym. 

“Thank you, Jihoon. I really needed that.” 

Laughing, Jihoon just shakes his head, moving his arm to look at you before laughing again and pulling you into his arms to kiss you softly, making you smile. 

“Why are you thanking me for fucking you?” 

Shrugging you, run your finger nails along his abs, making him suck in on a breath as he leans his head back against the pillows. 

“What else am I supposed to say?” 

Shaking his head, Jihoon runs his fingers over your back and furrows his brows, realizing he isn’t even sure what the right answer to that question is. It isn’t that you love him or that he loves you, not even if it were true. So perhaps your response was appropriate for the time. Sighing, he looks up at the ceiling, staying quiet for a moment before lightly patting your back. 

“I don’t know, but I do know we need a shower. We smell like sex.” 

Laughing, you watch Jihoon slide out of your bed and around towards the ensuite, where the water for the shower starts to run. 

“Such a romantic, Lee Jihoon.” 

Grinning, Jihoon leans against the bathroom counter, looking at himself in the mirror as the room starts to fill with steam and he waits for you to join him. 

“Yeah, I know I am, honey.” 

Staring at your phone, you run your thumb over Soonyoung’s face as you think about what happened between you and Jihoon. The guilt had started to weigh heavily on you. That wasn’t who you were. You had always been faithful to Soonyoung because that’s the type of person he and you were. 

Pressing your thumb down over his name, you put the phone to your ear and sigh. You knew it was pretty early in Tokyo. It was after 5 pm for you and Jihoon would be coming back home soon so that would mean Soonyoung was probably getting ready to leave for work. What you didn’t expect was someone else to pick up his phone. 

“Hello?” 

A sweet female’s voice greets your ear and you feel like the walls that have been stable around you are crashing down around you. You hear her say hello again before you shake some sense into yourself and look at your hands, finally able to speak. 

“Uh hi… I was trying to reach Soonyoung.” 

The girl smiles into her words before giggling as she looks around his apartment, listening to the shower turn off. 

“Yeah, he’s here. He’s getting out of the showe—” 

“Hello?” 

Soonyoung had heard Aimi talking to someone and there were only a few people who would be calling him this early in the morning. Taking the phone out of her hand, he shoots her an annoyed look as he glances at your face on his screen before trying to get you to talk to him. 

“Baby?” 

Aimi pouts while watching Soonyoung hold his towel up around his waist as she sits back on his bed. Her eyes follow him as he moves into the bathroom, shutting the door where she can’t hear him anymore. 

“Who was that, Soonyoung?” 

Sighing as he leans against the counter, Soonyoung tries to think of his feet and the best thing he can think of is a half truth. 

“A student. I–uh I gotta work on some stuff with her before class. She showed up too early. Sorry, she answered my phone, babe. Won’t happen again.” 

Tears gather at the rims of your eyes as you just nod along with Soonyoung’s words. You knew deep down that there was nothing you should have over him after what had happened between you and Jihoon but it still hurt. You didn’t believe him because you knew what Soonyoung sounded like when he was lying. 

“Baby? You–you heard me, right?” 

Wiping at your cheeks, you just nod again before looking up at the entryway to your bedroom, where Jihoon is standing with a concerned look on his face. 

“Yeah, I heard you. I gotta go, Soonyoung.” 

Leaning his head down towards the sink, Soonyoung groans under his breath. He didn’t want to just let you get off the phone after something like this but he couldn’t force you to stay on the phone and listen to him come up with excuses. 

‘Yeah…okay baby. I love you, so so much.” 

Looking up at Jihoon, you wipe at your cheek once more, answering Soonyoung numbly while your words are left in the air, causing Jihoon’s heart to tighten. 

“I love you.” 

Hanging up your phone, you drop it onto the bed and close your eyes before you feel the mattress sink next to you and Jihoon’s arms wrap around you. He wasn’t sure what was happening but he knew you were in pain and if he could take it away, he would. 

Closing his eyes, Jihoon rests his face against your hair and takes in a deep breath, letting it out as you let out a soft, sad sob that shatters his heart. He knew that you were talking to Soonyoung. He knew that ‘I love you’ hadn’t been meant for him but he wished it had been. In his mind, he would never leave you like this. He wouldn’t have you crying because of him day after day. 

“Y/N…honey…do you wanna talk about it?” 

Shaking your head, you start to tell him no before you lean back to meet his eyes and all of your resolve melts away. Jihoon can only coo at you in sympathy, bringing his thumbs up to push the tears from under your eyes as you try to explain about the girl picking up the phone. 

“What do you want me to do, baby? I’ll call him and cuss his ass out. I’ll call her.” 

The words were nice but deep down, even Jihoon knew what you and he were doing was no better. At the end of the day, you didn’t really know if Soonyoung was sleeping with this girl, but did it really matter? 

Moving to lay against Jihoon, you shake your head hard and cling to Jihoon like a life raft to keep you from drowning. You know that you shouldn’t want him as much as you do but all you can think about in that moment is his lips on yours and how it would distract you from your heartbreak. 

“No, no…just…” 

This was becoming the routine for the two of you. Jihoon would go to work and come home before ending up on top of you, either in bed or on the couch, where the two of you would eventually end up naked. 

Furrowing his brows, Jihoon groans as you lay back on your bed, pulling him with you. He knew what you wanted as your fingers pulled at his shirt and worked his hair loose from its bun. He didn’t want to tell you no, so he wouldn’t. Instead, Jihoon just meshes his lips with yours and kisses away your pain and tears. With each piece of clothing that he removes from you or himself, that’s just another layer of anxiety or stress that he is removing until finally his skin is met with yours. 

“Hoonie…be rough with me?” 

Closing his eyes, Jihoon bites down lightly against your neck, near where your bruise was starting to fade when you asked him that question. There had been times when he had wanted to let go with you and just have his way with you but he had been afraid to hurt you or scare you, but now you were asking. 

“You sure, honey?” 

Nodding, you scratch your nails along Jihoon’s back, knowing that you are leaving marks that will fade in a few minutes. You didn’t want to think anymore; you just wanted to feel. All you wanted in your brain was Jihoon, Jihoon, Jihoon. 

Hissing at the feeling of your nails on his skin, Jihoon pulls back to look down at you with fire in his eyes. He would give you what you wanted. Licking his lips, Jihoon stares at you for a moment, only to then capture your lips with his in a breathtaking kiss. You whine into his mouth as Jihoon’s teeth nip at your lips before he pulls away completely, kneeling on the bed in front of you. 

“Come here; let me use that mouth.” 

Turning over, you blink up at Jihoon, only for him to pull you to where he wants you with one hand as he holds his cock in his other. Sucking on his bottom lip, Jihoon tilts his head, watching your eyes fall to what’s in front of you before you open your mouth and he taps his head on your tongue a couple times before sliding into your warm, wet mouth with a groan. 

“Fuck…just like that. Hands on my thighs, baby. If it’s too much, tap a few times, and I’ll stop.” 

Lifting your eyes to Jihoon, you moan around his cock and he almost loses it right then and there. He could feel your nails digging into his thighs as he buried his cock into your mouth, his tip almost reaching the back of your throat. The sound of your moans mixed with gagging caused Jihoon’s brain to misfire as he groaned your name. 

Fingers hold your head close to his hips as Jihoon keeps you as close to him as possible until he hears you whine and he lets you go. Leaning your head back, you blink up through tears as Jihoon wipes his hand over his lips, watching his pre-cum and your saliva drips down your chin. The sight is something he knows he won’t forget for a long time. 

“Good fucking girl, honey. Now turn your ass towards me. You want it rough, don’t you?” 

Nodding, you can barely answer Jihoon as you weakly move into the position he wants you in. Hands slap at your thighs, causing them to sting, before the same hands come down on your ass, making you cry out in surprise. Leaning over your back, Jihoon smiles against your ear, listening to you calm down as he presses small kisses on your skin. 

“You like that? When I spank you?” 

“Yeah, I like it, Hoonie.” 

Smirking, Jihoon pushes off the bed and slaps his hand down over your ass cheek one more time, listening to the sound of your moaning cry as he rubs his hand in a circle over the warm skin. With his free hand, he uses his thumb to spread your folds as he ruts his hips against you from behind, feeling your arousal drip onto his cock. 

“Honey…You are soaked. Might make me think you like being treated like a slut.” 

Whimpering in embarrassment, you bury your face against your arm. You listen to Jihoon laugh as his fingers dig into your hip. The fingers that once were running between your folds now help to press his cock against your leaking hole. 

Gasping, you scratch at the bedding under you, feeling the way that Jihoon’s cock stretches you in this new position. When his cock is fully buried inside, only then are you able to fully catch your breath, only to have it taken when it gives you no mercy and starts to pound into you relentlessly. 

You knew what you had asked for and Jihoon was delivering it. There were no coherent thoughts left in your mind. The only thing you could think about was him until the sound of his phone going off just as you were about to cum brought you back to reality. 

Frowning, Jihoon glances towards the nightstand to see Soonyoung’s face lighting up on his phone. Leaning over your back, Jihoon groans your name, feeling you tighten around him, only for you to glance towards the phone. He can feel the exact moment when you fall under him and he knows the moment is lost. 

“Stop…stop…please?” 

Coming to a stop, Jihoon carefully pulls from you as you ask him to, his head turning away from the phone only for a moment before he curses under his breath and smacks it from the nightstand. Bringing the phone to his ear, still out of breath, he answers the call, anger evident in his tone.  

“Yeah?” 

Taken aback by the anger, Soonyoung furrows his brows and wipes his towel across his neck to clean off a new layer of sweat from practice. Maybe Jihoon had been at the gym and he was interrupting a set, but he had never gotten that sort of response or that level. 

“Am I bothering you? Fuck, dude…” 

Rolling his eyes, Jihoon sits on the side of your bed, feeling his head start to hurt as you turn away from him and pull your legs up towards your stomach. He knew you were feeling shame and guilt when you didn’t need to and it was Soonyoung’s fault, it was his fault. You weren’t at fault for this. 

“Yeah, you are. What do you want?” 

Scoffing, Soonyoung looks at himself in the mirror, clenching his fist and unclenching it before letting out a sigh. 

“I was just waiting to check in. I wanted to see if you had talked to Y/N today. Something happened earlier and I am just…” 

The laugh starts off unamused but ends up being a genuine laugh as Jihoon leans his head back, causing Soonyoung to be even more confused until Jihoon speaks. 

“The chick picking up the phone? I know about it. Be smarter about your hook-ups if you are trying to keep them from your girl, Soonyoung.” 

Now Soonyoung was seeing red. Jihoon might be his best friend but that didn’t give him the right to tell him how to live his life or how to handle his relationship with you. Especially when he was getting awfully cozy with you. 

“Fuck you, man. You have no idea what I’m going through. Know what I think?” 

Making a questioning sound, Jihoon lifts his brows, waiting for Soonyoung to continue but Soonyoung just scoffs, putting his fist against the mirror. 

“I’m waiting to hear the great gospel, according to Kwon Soonyoung.” 

Shaking his head, Soonyoung hangs up the call and turns to slide down the mirror to sit on the floor as Aimi frowns at him. Moving closer, she kneels in front of him, brushing her fingers over his cheek and he gives in, leaning into a friendly touch. 

Three Weeks Later

You had just gotten your car back. You and Jihoon had started splitting time between who’s place you would stay at but today just happened to be one of the evenings when he was busy and you needed a little time to yourself. 

Rubbing the back of your neck, you drop your keys into the bowl beside the door and sigh, not noticing the extra shoes beside the door. You don’t notice the suitcase next to the couch until the smell of Soonyoung’s cologne overwhelms you. 

“Hey baby.” 

Startled, you take a step back as Soonyoung smiles at you, his brows furrowing at your reaction to him. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to just show up but you had started ignoring his calls more and answering fewer texts and he was starting to worry about you. He was starting to worry about you and him. 

“Oh, hey, sorry... didn’t mean to scare you, babe.” 

Grinning, Soonyoung moves towards you, pulling you into his arms as you wrap your arms around his waist, feeling tears stinging your eyes. You feel overwhelmed and uncertain what to do or how to feel. He doesn’t seem real, even if he’s in your arms. The man that you have loved for so many years of your life now just feels like guilt in your hands. 

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” 

Nodding, you cling to Soonyoung, not wanting him to see any disappointment on your face. Because you aren’t really disappointed. You have missed him. No matter anything that had happened or would happen, this man was your friend and you always wanted him to be. He had started that way, as your best friend. He knew how to make you laugh better than anyone and you loved him for that. 

“Of course I am, Soonie. When did you get here?” 

Soonyoung smiles, burying his nose against your hair and taking in your scent as he closes his eyes. He tries to count the time in his head but the jet lag makes everything muddle together. Shaking his head, he just laughs and shrugs his shoulders. 

“Couple of hours ago. Just enough time to throw some left over in the oven and a load of laundry in. All I wanna do now is lay down and cuddle with my girl. Can we do that?” 

Your heart feels like glass as you listen to Soonyoung talk, because it sounds so simple. You want to tell him everything he wants to hear so you just do it. You nod and look up at him with a smile, letting him press a kiss to your lips that you meekly return, though your brain drifts to Jihoon. 

“Yeah, of course. Let me... let me–uh change and we can lay on the couch.” 

Whining, Soonyoung wraps his arms around you from behind, burying his face against your neck as you start to walk away from him. Your hand on your cellphone is in your jacket pocket as he pulls you back against him. 

“Not the couch, kitten. I wanna lay on the bed. I’m tired… cuddle with me.” 

You scoff into an unamused laugh before nodding and looking over your shoulder at Soonyoung, who smiles at you so sweetly that you can’t say no. 

“Yeah, the bed. I’ll change and meet you there.” 

Watching Soonyoung trudge off down the hall, you let out a breath, pulling out your cellphone to text Jihoon with shaking hands. 

Y/N 💗: Soonyoung is home 

The day had been long but the night was going to be longer. Jihoon hated album wrap ups but as a producer, sometimes he had to do grunt work up until the early hours of the morning. Hearing his phone go off was one thing that could make him smile until he read your text and his face fell. 

Muttering fuck under his breath and drawing the attention of a friend in the studio with him, Jihoon apologizes, turning his chair away to answer you. 

Hoonie 💗: For how long?

Y/N 💗: I have no idea

Rubbing his hand over his face, Jihoon puts his phone face down on his desk in front of him. It wasn’t your fault. In truth, Soonyoung had given you both a warning when he said two or three weeks, but he usually never kept those promises.

Looking at your phone as you move into your room, you glance at the bed to see Soonyoung lying where Jihoon usually would be now. A smile on the man’s face as he flips through channels on the TV, picking what he wants instead of what you like. 

Eyes shift towards you as you move into the closet, closing it halfway and making Soonyoung’s brows furrow. You had never shied away from him before, but it had been several months since he had been home so maybe that was all this was. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the TV and leaned his head back against the pillows, enjoying the comforts of home. 

Hanging up your jacket, you swallow hard, seeing no new texts from Jihoon. You couldn’t blame him. There wasn’t anything else to say. You could hear the TV and Soonyoung’s soft laughter, which made you wish that things were as easy as he was making them seem. 

“Soonie…babe? How…uh, how long are you home?” 

Pursing his lips, Soonyoung glances towards the closet again, seeing a peek of your skin as you change into your classic choice of pajamas, a tank top, and short shorts. In one way, your question was a simple and normal one, but in another way, it seemed suspicious. Soonyoung decided to keep it simple and think that you were just curious about his plans. 

“Wish it was longer, but... I fly out tomorrow night.” 

Staring at the clothes in front of you, a scoff falls from your lips. The first thought on your mind is “What was the fucking point?” but you don’t say it out loud. Instead, you just pick up your phone and text Jihoon as you shake your head. 

Y/N 💗: He flies out tomorrow night.

You don’t expect a text back, so you just hold your phone to your waist until you move to the bed, smiling at Soonyoung. Laying your phone face down, you plug it in, leaving it silent, before slipping under the covers and letting your boyfriend pull you in close to him with a happy groan. 

“You aren’t mad at me, are you? I tried to find a better time but it’s so fucking busy. They keep trying to keep me on full time.” 

Furrowing your brows, you look up at Soonyoung to gauge his expression but it’s almost impossible to judge. You start to realize you aren’t sure you know this man anymore. 

“And what do you want to do?” 

Shrugging, Soonyoung stumbles over his words before just smiling at you and running his fingers along your jaw. 

“Right now? I just wanna kiss my beautiful girlfriend. I’ve missed you so fucking much, baby.” 

You knew he was deflecting but you also didn’t want to argue. You didn’t have the strength or the will to fight with the one person who you had simultaneously missed and hated over the past few months. So you give in, closing your eyes as Soonyoung’s lips brush over yours. You take a breath as his hand slides along your waist and he pulls you closer before laying you on your back so he can lay on top of you. 

Nothing feels the way it should. At one point in your life, you loved Soonyoung with every fiber of your being. His touch was electric; his mouth was like fire on your skin, but now you feel dull as he groans your name, his thigh pressed between your legs. It isn’t that it doesn’t feel good or that you aren’t able to get off on it; it’s more to do with the fact that you are picturing someone else in your bed. 

Keeping your eyes shut tightly, you whine when Soonyoung’s lips brush over your stomach as his fingers tug your shorts down so he can lay between your thighs. He gasps at the sight of your wet folds before pulling them apart with his thumbs so he can run his tongue from your entrance all the way to your clit, causing you to arch off the bed. 

With a smirk, Soonyoung can’t help but let how you are reacting go to his head. All he can think about is how good he makes you feel and how you taste on his tongue. In his mind, this is the first time you have had someone's tongue on your pretty pussy in months and it’s his alone. 

“Fuccckk….kitten. My sweet girl. So fucking messy. Getting juice all over my face. You should just come back to Tokyo with me.” 

Shaking your head, you want him to stop talking so you push Soonyoung’s head back down between your legs so that his mouth is flush with your pussy. Two fingers work their way into your tight hole and Soonyoung groans around your clit, feeling how you clench down on them. He practically growls when your fingernails scratch at his scalp, feeling like you finally cum for him, though you made him work for it. 

Coming up for air, Soonyoung chuckles, looking down at you as you hide your face. You look so cute and shy. You remind him of when the two of you first got together and how innocent you had been before he rammed his cock into you, much like he was going to do now. 

Watching your mouth fall open in a moan, Soonyoung bites at his bottom lip as his hands hold to your hips as he thrusts into you hard and fast. He had missed you and honestly, there was no one else like you. Nothing could compare to how your pussy would clench down on his cock and hold him inside of you like you were trying to keep him forever. God, how he wanted you to keep him forever in that moment, even if his mind momentarily slipped to Aimi whining on his bed. 

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Soonyoung falls on top of you. His mouth finds your neck as he bites and sucks deep marks that he hopes will stay for at least long enough for you to remember where he was. His thrusts grow impatient and uneven until finally you hear his high pitched groan against your skin when Soonyoung cums inside of you. 

Tears roll from your eyes and along your temples as your hand rests on your forehead, the other against his back, feeling him push his cum back inside of you. At one point in your life, you would have loved that feeling but you knew at that moment that you didn’t love him anymore or at least you didn’t love him as much as you once did. How were you supposed to tell the person who was the love of your life something like that? 

You wake up alone the next morning, your eyes swollen from crying yourself silently to sleep the night before. Turning to look for Soonyoung, you find nothing but an empty bed and his jacket slung over the chair in the corner. Only the smell of food cooking in the kitchen lets you know that you aren’t truly alone. 

Reaching for your phone, you sniff back fresh tears as you check for new messages, seeing a couple from Jihoon that actually work to calm you down. 

Hoon 💗: Then I’ll come over once he’s gone

Hoon 💗: You still got me, honey 

Smiling, you run your thumb over the screen and send back a simple heart emoji before turning in the direction of where Soonyoung’s phone dings. Glancing towards the door, you lean over the bed and pick up his phone, looking at the lock screen and seeing a few messages from Aimi. 

Aimi: So bored without you 

Aimi: OMG come back already…

Aimi: 🥺

You know that you should feel hurt or angry when you see the messages but instead you find yourself suddenly indifferent as you turn Soonyoung’s phone face down on his nightstand and slide out of bed. Slipping on your robe, you make your way out towards the kitchen, putting on a smile as he leans down to kiss the corner of your lips with a sigh. 

“Good morning, gorgeous.” 

Humming, you slide on to a bar stool and look at the food he has made, noting you would have to go grocery shopping once again. It was a nice gesture on his part but when you were practically living on your own most days, paying rent on your own while your boyfriend was off living his dreams, you couldn’t just buy anything and everything you wanted. 

“What time is your flight?” 

Wincing, Soonyoung turns to take the juice out of the fridge, glancing towards the microwave for the time being before tilting his head back and forth before looking at you for sympathy. 

“I’ll have to leave here around 2ish if I wanna make it through security and all that international shit on time.” 

Glancing at the clock, you lift your brows and sigh before leaning your chin on your arm as Soonyoung pours two cups of juice, watching you closely. 

“You aren’t mad at me? I know it’s a short visit but I wanted to at least try. I’ve missed you so much, kitten.” 

Shaking your head, you pick up a piece of bacon and chew on it with a sigh from your nose before meeting his eyes.

“You have to do what you have to do, Soonyoung.” 

Your indifference causes Soonyoung’s brows to furrow and his stomach to twist with anxiety but he still tries to offer you a smile. Taking a sip of his juice, he pushes yours towards you before looking at the fridge and seeing a picture of you and Jihoon smiling, heads pushed together. It looks innocent enough but it still makes his heart hurt. Gesturing towards it, Soonyoung clears his throat and licks his lips of any remaining juice. 

“You and Jihoon have gotten pretty close.” 

Looking at the picture, you can’t help but smile, remembering the day Jihoon went with you to the farmer’s market and how he hadn’t complained a single time. Shrugging at Soonyoung’s words, you look down at the food in front of you, pushing around the eggs before sighing softly. 

“He’s a good person. He’s good to me. Don’t you want someone to be good to me?” 

Narrowing his eyes, Soonyoung bites at his bottom lip at the accusation that seems to be lingering right under your question but instead of giving into his anger, he just looks down at his own plate of food and lets out a long, drawn out breath. 

“Course I do, babe. I love you more than anything.” 

Rolling your eyes, you think back to the text messages from Aimi and mutter under your breath that you doubt that, making Soonyoung lean his head in towards you over the counter in confusion. 

“What did you say, baby? I couldn’t hear you.” 

“Nothing, just said... I love you too.” 

You had watched Soonyoung repack his carry-on and grab a couple of things out of your shared closet before he kissed you goodbye with a concerned look on his face. You only offer him a half smile, leaning against the door frame, as he looks back, telling you he will let you know when he lands and how much he loves you. 

“Mmkay, have a safe flight.” 

Pausing, Soonyoung licks his lips, lifting his hand to block the sun as he looks at you, trying to remember what it felt like when you were head over heels for him. Something was different. He knew it and so did you but neither of you were willing to say it. 

Nodding as his gaze drops to the ground, Soonyoung can only let out a half amused laugh, realizing you hadn’t told him that you loved him back. Maybe it had been a mistake or just because you seemed so tired, but looking up and meeting your eyes—seeing the tears even from halfway down the driveway—he knew it wasn’t. 

“Okay, babe.” 

If this had been the old you—the old Soonyoung—you would have walked to the end of the driveway with him. You would have begged him not to go back and told him how much you loved him—to the end of the earth and back. But that wasn’t who either of you were anymore, so instead, you watched from the door as the car drove down the road before turning back inside and closing the door. 

Normally, you would have shed tears and found yourself curled up in bed with your cellphone clenched against your chest, waiting for him to message you about his flight but this time you knew it was different. You felt like you could breathe. There was a sense of pain mixed with your relief—such a strange feeling that you couldn’t name. 

Jihoon had waited half an hour to come over after Soonyoung had left for his flight. He had sent his texts to his best friend, wishing him a safe flight and all the usual pleasantries but at the heart of it, he was waiting to get back to you. It had been too long since he had seen your face in person and no matter how selfish he was feeling, Jihoon couldn’t make himself feel guilty about it anymore. You were his. 

Using the key you had made for him, Jihoon unlocked your door and dropped his things on the side table before meeting your eyes from the couch, feeling relief wash over him. You were like a breath of fresh air. 

“Hey, honey…”

Only when Jihoon speaks will your tears finally fall. You close your eyes and bring your hands up to cover your face, not wanting him to see you upset but he is the one who has seen you that way the most lately. Arms wrap around you and Jihoon kisses the side of your head as he whispers, It’s okay, only to feel you shake in his embrace. He isn’t sure what you are upset about, but it doesn’t actually matter. All that matters is that he’s going to make it better. 

“They offered me a full position at the studio.” 

Soonyoung sighed into his words as he looked down at his hand as Aimi slid hers into his. He wasn’t sure if he loved her but she felt nice. At least sometimes she did. Other times, she felt like guilt and regret, but today she felt like a friend and a lover. 

“Are you gonna take it?” 

She could be hopeful. For Aimi, this was starting to turn into love. She loved how Soonyoung looked at her sometimes and how he would hold her after he would fuck her into his mattress. Other times, she was reminded that she wasn’t you. She had no disillusion with who she was and what she was doing, but clearly Soonyoung wasn’t happy and neither were you. 

Shrugging, Soonyoung leans back against his headboard, letting Aimi rest against his chest, her head against his jaw as he traces her fingers like she used to do with you. He missed moments like this with you, but he didn’t know you anymore. The woman he had fallen in love with was a million miles away, not just in distance but in other ways. 

“Maybe…I dunno. I gotta talk to Y/N.” Shifting uncomfortably when he says your name, Soonyoung takes a deep breath and tightens his fingers around Aimi’s. “I go back home in a month. That’s when this job officially ends.” 

Frowning to herself, Aimi looks out at the city skyline and says a silent prayer to herself that maybe Soonyoung will change his mind and stay. Maybe you will tell him to stay, but she keeps it to herself and only nods before meeting his eyes. 

“Okay, well, whatever you decide, you know where I am.” 

Soonyoung can hear the innocence in the girl’s voice and it almost makes him want to laugh. Not at Aimi or at her innocence but more at how, even in the situation, she seems so perfect. Brushing his lips over hers, Soonyoung takes in a breath of her perfume while at the same time letting it wash over his senses and push you further from his mind. She was right; he knew where she was but what he didn’t know was where you were.

You moan Jihoon’s name, only for him to swallow it with his kiss as his hands slide over your hips. Jihoon was enjoying the feeling of you sitting on his cock but each time you clenched around him, he felt like he was going to explode. 

“Fuck, Y/N…” 

Rolling your hips down over Jihoon, you dig your nails into his shoulders as he rests his head back against the headboard with a long, deep groan. You loved riding Jihoon, especially when you were at his place. Here were no pictures of Soonyoung, nothing you could accidentally make eye contact with as you asked for Jihoon to make you forget. 

Jihoon was so good at making you forget. He was even better at making you want something different. Something that you didn’t think you could ever have because you belonged to someone else. Someone else was in love with you and you had made a promise to wait for him.

“Baby, if you don’t slow down, I’m gonna cum first.” 

Shaking your head at Jihoon’s words, you feel his fingers dig into your hips as you whine against his jaw, not wanting to stop. Gritting his teeth, Jihoon groans your name once again before he feels himself unable to hold back anymore. You rest your forehead against his as you watch Jihoon’s mouth drop open and feel the warmth of his cum start to spill into you. 

Catching his breath, Jihoon shakes his head with a wince, feeling you rock your hips over his softening cock. He knew you had a hard day and he didn’t mind letting you get out your frustrations in any way you wanted to but he still liked to make you feel good. 

Lifting his hands, Jihoon shifts you back from him and cups your cheek to make you look at him as he licks his lips. You feel your cheeks instantly start to burn at his attention and his intense gaze, his eyes studying you as his fingers brush sweat from your temple. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

Leaning your head back from him, you shake your head no, making Jihoon let out a disapproving breath. He knew there was a lot on your mind but he could only make you say as much as you were willing to. Running his thumb along your jaw, Jihoon nods, glancing towards his nightstand to see where your phone is plugged in. The light draws his eye but more so Soonyoung’s face, letting you know he is calling you. 

“Soonyoung’s calling…” 

Jihoon watches your eyes move to your phone and the way your body stiffens against his. You could ignore it; you had before in other circumstances but he hadn’t called today and you felt like you were made of glass. 

A few more seconds pass before you slide from Jihoon’s lap and sit on the side of the bed before answering your phone. You swallow hard into your words, feeling Jihoon’s hand resting against your hip like an anchor. 

“Hello?” 

Soonyoung leans against his balcony door, glancing towards his bed, where Aimi sighs in her sleep as you finally answer your phone. You didn’t sound overjoyed to hear from him, but that was his usual greeting—it still hurt. 

“Hey, baby. I just…” 

You listen as Soonyoung scoffs into a sad laugh as you furrow your brows, trying to figure out how you are supposed to feel or respond. Shaking your head, you start to speak when he continues. 

“Just—uh, I wanted to check in. Didn’t talk to you much today or yesterday. I mean, fuck, let’s be honest, we haven’t talked much since I got back.” 

He wasn’t wrong. You could count the number of phone calls on two hands over the span of the last month and the text messages were not much better. Most were either one of you saying you were thinking of the other or checking in, but every time it felt like keeping up appearances. 

“I’m…I’m sorry. I can try to do better if you want. I’ve just been busy, Soonyoung.” 

Shaking his head, Soonyoung bites at his lip when you try to apologize and come up with an excuse without actually giving any real excuse. He knew he wasn’t any better but once again, it still hurt. 

“No, it’s fine. I get it. I’m busy, too. Always fucking busy, right? That’s us…” 

Tears sting your eyes, making your vision blurry as you hear the hurt in Soonyoung’s voice. Closing your eyes, the tears fall over your cheeks, only for you to try to sniff them back as quietly as possible. Hearing your tears, Jihoon sits up, moving closer to you, trying to pull you back towards him, only for you to shake your head. 

When Soonyoung hears you crying, his own tears finally fall. Nodding, he lifts his free hand to wipe at his cheek with a groan before sniffing back the tears and pushing off the wall. 

“But I’ll be home in a month, right? So we can just see what happens. Right, Y/N?”

You can hear the hope in his voice layered with all that sorrow and it only serves to break your heart more as you shake your head and shrug. Licking the salty tears from your lips, you lift your arm to wipe away your own tears before making yourself calm down. 

“Yeah, a month, Soonie.” 

The name Soonie makes Soonyoung close his eyes and drop his head. It used to make him smile when you’d call him the cute name and tell him how much you loved him but now it feels like his heart is breaking. 

“Okay…goodnight, baby.”

Leaning your head back, you take a breath, letting it out as you hear the finality in Soonyoung’s words. The tone of his voice makes you wonder how hard he will try to stay in touch before he shows up back at home. 

“Night. I love—” 

Hearing the phone disconnect before you finish your sentence tells you everything you need to know.

Jihoon couldn’t help but watch the days tick by. Never in his life could he remember a month going by as quickly as this one seemed to. He wanted to hold on to each and every minute he had left with this little life he had made up with you but every single day passing was a reminder that it was ending. 

He wondered, selfishly, if he just told you how he felt if you’d tell Soonyoung what was happening and ask him not to come home. But then he’d be hit with guilt. That never stopped his feelings or the urge to tell you how much he cared about you. 

Holding you in his arms, your arm draped over his stomach as you traced some design made up in your head on his forearm, Jihoon watched you under the moonlight. There was less than a week left before Soonyoung would be back, laying where he was now. The thought of it made his stomach twist and his heart feel like it was breaking. 

“Y/N, honey…” 

You smile softly at the pet name, your lips pulling up against Jihoon’s skin, before you glance up at him, seeing questions in his eyes. That look had been there for a while now but it was as if he were afraid to say anything, afraid you’d run away. Maybe now was the time, before there was no time left. 

“What…well—what happens when Soonyoung gets home?” 

Your smile fades at Jihoon’s question because that wasn’t what you thought he was going to ask. You weren’t sure what he was going to ask but you hadn’t expected it to be about Soonyoung. Swallowing hard, you lay your head back down and look out your window towards the sky as if some sort of answer lies in the stars but nothing helps. 

“I–Jihoon…I don’t know. I guess things just…” 

Lifting your hand from his arm, you gesture into the air, trying to express your words as Jihoon’s eyes follow them, but it only serves to confuse him and make his heart beat faster. Shaking his head, Jihoon shifts under you, making you sit up as he does. You tilt your head with a whine, feeling his hands on either side of your cheeks as his eyes search for yours. 

“Guess things, what? Go back to how they were. Seriously, Y/N? Is that what you fucking want?” 

Closing your eyes, you feel tears welling up in your eyes at the questions leaving Jihoon’s mouth. You knew what you wanted the answers to be but life wasn’t always that simple. Holding your face still but gently, Jihoon swallows back his emotion with a curse under his breath as he watches your tears stream down your cheeks. 

“Baby...come on. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you still love him. I mean, fuck, look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t love me!” 

Lifting your hands, you hold Jihoon’s wrists as you keep your eyes shut tightly to try to save yourself from hurting him or lying. When Jihoon whines your name, tears are evident in his voice. You just shake your head and finally meet his eyes. 

“It’s not that simple, Jihoon! Fuck! I wish it was! I want it to be, but god, it’s just not!” 

Dropping his hands into your lap, Jihoon blinks tears from his eyes as he nods, understanding what you are trying to say. You watch as he turns his head away from you and furrows his brows before taking his hands from you and sliding off the bed. Your heart tightens in your chest as you reach for his hand, only for Jihoon to move it from your reach. 

“I’m gonna head home.” 

You shake your head, moving to your knees on the bed, a whine of Jihoon’s name on your lips when he turns back towards you to take your face back in his hands. Leaning to rest his forehead against yours, Jihoon sniffs back his tears as you cling to his forearms and whisper that you don’t want him to go. 

“I have to, honey. Things go back to how they were, right?” 

Kissing you softly, Jihoon only lingers for a moment before he presses his lips to your forehead and leaves you watching him from your bed, tears streaming down your face. You listen to the sound of your front door opening and closing before emotion ripples through your body and you find you can’t hold yourself upright anymore. 

There was heartache when it came to Soonyoung but this felt worse. Now the walls that had built up around you were shattering around you and there was no safety left from the storm. You knew you had created the storm—though you hadn’t created it alone—it was yours to name and it was yours to weather. 

You had forgotten how little Soonyoung had taken with him to Tokyo when he had left a year ago. You listened to the sound of water running as Soonyoung took his shower just down the hall from where you stood, unpacking his suitcase, bit by bit. 

There are so many memories attached to items and then there are so many new things that you don’t recognize at all. For the few hours that Soonyoung had been home, the conversation had been light. There had been discussion about what you had planned for dinner and how his flight had gone.

“Y/N…uh babe…” 

Soonyoung’s voice pulls you back to the present as you glance over your shoulder to look at him, his towel around his waist, a look of confusion on his face as he moves further into the room. Swallowing hard, he laughs awkwardly before gesturing to his suitcase on the bed. 

“I can do that. You don't... just leave my shit alone.” 

Gently moving your hands from one of his shirts, Soonyoung pulls the suitcase closer to him. Taking a step back, you scoff at your boyfriend before shaking your head and running your hand over your hair. You could feel the tension thickening in the air even as you turned away, leaving him in the bedroom alone with his shit. 

Soonyoung hadn’t meant to upset you, but he wasn’t used to you being in his space anymore. He was used to you going through his things anymore. Groaning under his breath as he listens to the sound of you opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen louder than necessary, Soonyoung works to get dressed before staring at his suitcases, trying to decide where to start. 

The idea was simple, the task seemed impossible. Put the clothes away and live like he had never left. But that wasn’t going to be so easy in a place where he didn’t feel like he belonged anymore. 

You weren’t looking for things to annoy you about Soonyoung; however, it seemed that everything did now that he was home. You were reminded that he frequently forgot to put down the toilet seat and that he didn’t always put the lid back on the toothpaste. So as you sat on the couch near him after a silent dinner, he could feel the chill in the air, making him finally pause the unwatched movie on the TV. 

“I was watching that.” 

Shaking his head, Soonyoung turns to look at you, reaching for your hand, only to feel you start to pull away. He had expected it, but it still hurt. He was inches from you and he still felt like he was a world away. 

“You weren’t, Y/N. You have been pissed off at me since I got out of the shower.” 

Shrugging, you let Soonyoung run his thumb along your palm as he tries to calm you down, but all you can think about is how much you miss Jihoon and how it’s been days since he’s answered your texts. You can just feel how much your heart is in your throat because you can’t have him where Soonyoung is right now. 

“No…I–” 

“Just stop! I–fuck, Y/N! I’m home and it’s the same. I could be across the world and we’d be doing the same shit. So, when do we just stop? I can’t do this anymore. You–dammit…” 

You stop talking as Soonyoung yells at you, his hand dropping yours as he leans back to run his hand over his face. You watch as tears collect in his eyes, all the emotion that he has been holding back rushing to the surface as he thinks about what he is doing and what it is going to mean. Gesturing towards you, Soonyoung feels like panicking and taking back his words before he even says them, but he already knows it’s too late. 

“I fucked up. I…I–I slept with someone else, Y/N and I—” 

Shaking his head, Soonyoung watches as your brows furrow and the tears that had been collecting in your eyes fall down over your cheeks. Lowering his head, he reaches back out for your hand, taking it into his before meeting your eyes and taking a breath before speaking. 

“I’m sorry —” 

“I don’t think that I love you anymore, Soonyoung.” 

Your words cut off his, making Soonyoung stop suddenly. Perhaps he knew that you didn’t love him anymore but hearing it out loud felt like a bomb going off in his chest. You feel his hands tremble around yours as he lets out a shaky breath and nods, trying to form the right words only to start and stop making you speak up first. 

“I slept with Jihoon. I–I’m in love with Jihoon. I’m sorry…” 

Letting go of your hand, Soonyoung rubs his hand over his mouth when you confess what you have done to him. He knew the two of you had gotten close, and now knowing he wasn’t so crazy for being suspicious made Soonyoung’s heart drop into his stomach. 

“What the fuck, Y/N…” 

It’s you that reach out for Soonyoung’s hand, only for him to pull them away harshly, his eyes meeting yours with disdain before they soften slightly. He knew he was being hypocritical. He had done exactly what you had done but it felt worse because it was Jihoon. It felt personal because it was his best friend and his girlfriend. 

“I thought...fuck, I don't know what I fucking thought. That I’d tell you what a fuck up I was, and you and I would start over.” Sighing into a groan, Soonyoung leans his head forward, feeling you run your hand over his cheek as he continues. “We both fucked up, Y/N. Real bad…” 

Looking up to try to stop more tears, you only feel more fall and drip along your neck as you nod along with Soonyoung’s words. The truth was painful, but it was better than the lies that you had used to build up some fake security around yourself to hide from the pain. 

“We just…we fell out of love, Soonyoung.” 

Sitting in silence, seconds turn to minutes and minutes turn to an hour before Soonyoung finally stands up and draws your attention with him. You watch as the man shrugs and wipes his tears from his cheeks before he holds out his hands as if laying out everything on the table. 

“I was offered the job at the studio as a full-time position. I had told them I was going to think about it… but I–I’m gonna take it, Y/N.” 

You can only nod as Soonyoung lets out a breath before shaking his head as if that’s all he has left to say and walks from the room, leaving you alone on the couch. The emotions you find are like waves in moments of extreme change. You are washed over with relief from telling the truth and then pushed back with pain from the end of a relationship, only to be washed over with the feeling of hope.

It was raining the morning that Soonyoung left for the airport and you were left with an extra set of keys. You had spent time walking around the rooms, picking up the last bits of your relationship. It seemed that with each picture you collected or each stuffed animal you put away, the rain would fall harder along with your tears, making you only think of one person. 

Jihoon.

He didn’t know what had happened and you knew you had put him through enough. Just the thought of him as you moved into the kitchen, seeing the picture of the two of you at the farmer’s market, was enough to break your resolve and cause you to find yourself less than an hour later at his door, shivering from the rain. 

The storm had only gotten worse throughout the day so hearing his doorbell and your voice calling his name from his door made Jihoon’s heart drop to his stomach. A list of reasons you could be at his door came to his mind as he made his way to you. Soonyoung had been in an accident, you had been hurt, something terrible had happened, or maybe just—no, you couldn’t be there for him. 

Opening his door, Jihoon’s breath is taken away by seeing you after so many days, your hair and clothes soaked as you shiver from the rain. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you in and looked you over for any signs of injury but all he could find were your tears mixing with the rain on your cheeks. 

“What are you doing, Y/N? Why…why didn’t you grab a coat or something? You’re gonna get sick…” 

Shaking your head, you just smile, wrapping your arms around Jihoon’s neck, pulling him close to you, and making him take in a deep breath as you suddenly hug him. He could feel his clothes becoming instantly soaked, but he couldn’t find any reason to care as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you clung to him. 

“I’m so sorry, Jihoon. I’m so stupid. I love you so much.” 

Confusion is what hits Jihoon first when you tell him that you love him. He thinks he is hearing things but you say it again and Jihoon holds you even tighter before letting out a shaky breath. 

“I love you too. Tell me what’s going on, honey.” 

Letting Jihoon finally move away from you so he can look at your face once again, you lean into his touch as you recount the past couple of days. You explain the fight with Soonyoung and the confessions. Wincing at the idea of Soonyoung’s pain, Jihoon’s brows furrow as he runs his hand along your cheek before resting his forehead against yours. 

“He’s right, we did this all fucking wrong, baby. I hate that it happened like this, but... I don’t regret it. I can’t…”

Nodding along with Jihoon, you grab at his shirt, pulling him back close to you as you tell him you love him again and claim your first kiss in days from him. Jihoon’s brows furrow deeply, feeling your lips on his, making him want more after missing you so much. 

With a small grunt on your lips, Jihoon tugs you close and lifts you, letting you wrap your legs around his waist so he can carry you down the hall towards his bedroom. Hearing you whine into the kiss, he smiles and shakes his head, only to nip at your lips when he turns into the bathroom and places you on the counter. 

“Stay right here…” 

Jihoon smirks to himself upon hearing you whisper his name, your fingers clinging to his shirt even as he pulls away from you to lean into the shower, turning it on. You watch as steam starts to fill the room and as Jihoon tugs his shirt over his head before kicking his sweatpants off, leaving him bare in front of you. There was something different about seeing him now, his body on display for you as his blonde hair started to fall from its low bun. You knew he was yours and he was seeing you as his. 

“Gotta get you outta those wet clothes, honey. You are gonna get sick; I don’t want that.” 

Biting at your lip, you lift your arms as Jihoon tugs at your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. You close your eyes, leaning your head back and relishing the feeling of his soft lips pressing to the swell of your breasts over your bra as his fingers work the clasp loose. 

“Mm, not gonna get sick, Hoonie. Oh, fuck…” 

You whine out a moan, leaning back against the mirror, when Jihoon’s mouth wraps around your nipple, your bra falling to the floor. Smiling against your skin, Jihoon glances up even at such a close distance to watch your mouth fall open in a moan of his name as he uses his free hand to roll the other hardening bud between his index finger and thumb. 

With a soft popping sound, Jihoon lets go of your breasts, moving from one to the other, letting you squirm on the counter with him between your thighs. Sliding your fingers over his arms and the other hand through his hair, you arch your chest towards Jihoon’s mouth as you mutter a quiet plea for more, telling him how much you missed him. 

“Yeah? Did you miss me? How much?” 

Fingers push into the top of your pants as you lift your hips, letting Jihoon work them down your legs. You try to articulate your words to let Jihoon know how much you missed him, but just incoherently mutters his name and please fall from your lips, making him smirk as his hands push your thighs apart, letting him see how wet you have gotten just from his teasing. 

“Shit…You are so pretty. How am I gonna let you go home?” 

Shaking your head, you meet Jihoon’s eyes as he moves down to his knees in front of the bathroom counter, pulling you to the edge. The warmth of his tongue running from your entrance to your clit sends a shockwave through your body. Your skin erupts with chill bumps and your toes point as you try to lift your hips from the counter. 

Pushing your hips down with one arm, Jihoon groans to your taste as if committing it to memory just in case something were to happen again and he were to not get you back into his bed. Your fingers dig into his hair, feeling Jihoon’s mouth wrap around your clit, only for him to lap his tongue around the bundle of nerves, making your thighs shake. 

“Don’t wanna…ah! Don’t wanna go home without you, Jihoon. Fuck!” 

Your words almost cause Jihoon to pull back from what he is doing, but your hand keeps his head between your legs as your orgasm rips through you and your cum begins to drip on to his waiting tongue. Groaning at your taste, Jihoon uses his lips to pull at your soft folds, listening to the sounds of your whines as he overstimulates you until you start to close your thighs around his head. Only then does he smile against your pussy, placing one last kiss on your wet folds before standing back up to claim your lips, letting you taste yourself in his mouth. 

Your words hadn’t gone by without him noticing, but Jihoon still had much on his mind and wanted in you. Feeling you gasp on his lips, Jihoon picks you up once more and walks with you into his shower, letting the door close behind him. You sigh against his lips as he puts you up against the tile wall, letting the warm water rain down over the both of you.

Smiling against your lips, Jihoon slides his hands along your legs, letting you stand on one, keeping the other at his hip as he speaks between kisses. You can only furrow your brows and let out a moan, feeling his cock slide into you slowly. The stretch is welcomed and intense as Jihoon pins you against the shower wall. 

“You don’t want to go home without me?” 

Shaking your head, you gasp, feeling Jihoon bottom out inside of you. Fingers scratch along the back of your leg towards your knee as Jihoon moves his kisses to your jaw and then your neck, leaving bites and marks on his way to your ear as you moan his name at your answer. 

“Uh huh… miss you. Please, oh fuck… don’t stop.” 

With your earlobe between his lips, Jihoon smiles, feeling you clench down on his cock when he thrusts into you hard and deep. He wasn’t in a rush. He wanted to feel every bit of you around him and he wanted to make sure you felt every inch of him as if he were made for you. Jihoon wanted to fill you full of him in every single way, even if he wouldn’t say it out loud to you in the moment, as his hand moved over your stomach, gently pushing down over your lower abdomen. 

“I’m not gonna stop, baby… fuck…I wanna be this deep in you all the fucking time.”

Jihoon had dirty talk with you before, especially when you had asked him to be rough with you, but this was different. You could feel how deep he was inside of you and you could almost feel how true his words were. You wanted as much as he did. Laying your hand over his, you gasp as Jihoon’s eyes meet yours with a hard thrust, sending you over the edge once again. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl. Cum for me, honey.” 

Watching you fall apart for him was almost better than anything Jihoon could physically experience until your walls clenched around him like a vice. Your hips roll towards him and Jihoon is a goner. Any intention he had to hold back his own climax is gone as he groans your name and bites at your lips, pushing his cum into you with each thrust. 

By the time you and Jihoon catch your breath, the water starts to go cold. Smiling on your lips, Jihoon slides his tongue against yours for one more deep kiss that makes your mind go blank before he has you on your own two feet once again. 

You rely on him to keep you upright as he laughs when you start to complain about the cold water as he finishes cleaning between your legs. Jihoon just looks at you with love and wonder as he helps you out of the shower and wraps a towel around you, knowing you are his. 

When you finally wake up in Jihoon’s bed a few hours later, you are happy to find him beside you, his arm under your head, as the moon shines through his window. Turning towards him, you can’t help the urge to run your fingers over his cheek and nose, making Jihoon flinch at your touch and open his eyes slowly to find you looking at him. 

“Mm, why aren’t you still asleep, honey?” 

Sliding closer to Jihoon, you let him hold you in his arms and press his lips to your forehead. The guilt that got you here washed away with the rain of the storm that you had created. He had weathered it with you and kept you safe even when you felt like you were drowning. 

“Was just missing you. I love you, Jihoon.” 

Closing his eyes, Jihoon shakes his head and sighs tiredly as you kiss his jaw. He was never going to get tired of hearing that.

“I love you too, honey.” 

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[meltinghun]

Complicated ; Jean-Pierre Magnan.

summary; since the start of the school year, Jean-Pierre and reader have competed with each other for the first place on everything, that is until reader starts to neglect herself.

warnings: fem!reader, ANGST!!!, fluff, swearing, academic enemies-to-lovers, feelings of failure, reader has a shitty family AND doesn't take care of her health (dead dove do not eat? idk?), canon typical misogyny, they're so mean but they like each other (i promise!!).

w/c: 2.8k

author note: i want to thank everyone who encouraged me to keep writting, your comments made me blush and giggle so hard, omg!!!! <3

I got stuck in this o.s for more than a month because I really liked the idea but I wasn't convinced on how it was turning out, but anyways, I had to upload something after being inactive for so long lmao.

The latin teacher handed each student their graded exams, occasionally throwing back handed comments when he saw necessary, visibly enjoying the defeated faces of the students that didn't receive a satisfactory grade.

With an audible sigh, he extended the paper towards Y/N, shaking his head to emphatise his dissaprovement.

"You were the only reason as to why I was starting to believe that it was a good idea to integrate girls to the school." He raised his eyebrows. "But I'm starting to regret it."

The loud comment reverberated on the walls and hurt her ears, making her shrink in her seat with embarrassment when the big red 7/20 was placed in front of her. When the professor continued walking around, she heard a subtle chuckle coming from the left, turning her head in that direction. Founding a pair of big green eyes already staring at her in amusement.

"And I'm starting to believe that, after all, you are not a threat at all." A small smirk painted his face before continuing. "Maybe you fooled all of us into believing that you were actually smart, but I guess you aren't at all."

Her throat closed at the same time that she felt the need to throw up, she didn't knew what was wrong with her, she stayed up late studying for the tests, wrote her own resumes and even recited them out loud to try and memorize it, but no matter what she tried, the formulas didn't seem to stick to her brain, the numbers and symbols seemed like the exact same thing and confused them with each other and even the words of her history homework seemed to be written on a foreign language. She felt like a failure ever since her parents started to demand even better grades than she already had, spending her days and nights studying and having little to almost no sleep at all, investing all her time into trying to regain her star student position.

She was exhausted, sometimes even getting to the point of hallucinating things from the lack of rest, but convincing herself that she didn't deserve it until her parents were more than proud of her. And that seemed so far away.

Blinking away the tears, she tried to keep up with her facade, "Maybe you should start to mind your own business, Magnan." She managed to spat through gritted teeth.

"And that's where you're wrong, again." She groaned in annoyance. "See, when something makes you feel miserable, it is completly of my business because it makes me feel amazing."

She took a sharp inhale, and before she could say something, the sound of the bell indicating the start of reccess pierced the air. Rapidly, she gathered her belongings and almost sprinted out of the classroom, earning a severe reprimend from the teacher that she didn't care enough to hear.

"Miss L/N!" He made an offended sound. "Women, they are so sensitive... That's why they don't belong here."

She made a straight path towards the teachers restrooms, and only after locking the door did she allowed herself to let out a choked sob. The tears falling down and making a mess everywere, a hand coming up her face to try to muffle her desperate cries.

She really didn't know what was wrong with her.

Maybe she was the problem.

Everything came down like a ton of bricks falling on her, from the pressure of trying to be a role model for her family, to the hurtful words of Jean-Pierre that striked a nerve. Usually it wouldn't bother her that much and instead she would have a comeback ready to throw at him, but lately that wasn't the case, the highlights of her day used to be the moments were they started bickering at each other, sharing defying looks and victorius smirks in the way. She awaited those moments so eagerly.

But now she was lacking the strength to think on a smart jab to get right back at him, and even when she did manage to come up with something, it didn't bring her any satisfaction at all like it used to. Instead, she just felt drained.

Once again, the bell rang indicating to everyone that the classes resumed once again, but rather of getting out of her little hiding spot, she just stayed there, not feeling ready to face yet another deception.

Nor face again those mesmerizing green eyes.

A sharp headache made her wince slighty, she's been having them since a few days ago, sometimes were more powerful than others and today it seemed like one of the days were she felt like digging out her brain out of her head. She splashed some water on her face and looked at the mirror, looking away almost immediately when she took note of how sick she looked.

Opening the door, she carefully made her way to the infirmary, thinking to herself that some minutes with the school's nurse could excuse her absence in the class. A sudden feeling of dizziness caused by the sudden movement almost made her trip over, but before it happened, a strong hand took hold of her arm, keeping her from falling.

"What is wrong with you? Where the hell were you?" Jean-Pierre gave her a severe look that harbored his concern.

"I already told you to mind your own business." With all the strength she could muster, she pushed herself free out of his hold, the anger bubbling on her veins. "I don't owe you nothing, so get out of my sight and leave me the fuck alone. You would do me a great fucking favor."

Her harsh words left him completly dumbfounded, never before had she talked to him like that, even on the days when he annoyed her out of her mind. He saw how she moved towards the stairs, holding tightly onto the rails; moving closer to her hunched form, he felt the sudden and desperate need to ask her what was the problem, if he could help her in any way.

"I'm here against my will, Miss Couret sent me to look out for you." Was the only thing that came out of his mouth. "She was worried because she didn't saw you at recess, even more when you weren't at the classroom."

The lie slipped off naturally from him. Miss Couret didn't sent him to look out for her, he scaped class by coming up with some excuse about needing to ask something important about his latin competence, the truth was that he was the one who worried about her absence. But she didn't need to know that tiny detail.

Jean-Pierre would never admit it out loud, but he saw the drastic change on his rival's attitude, and it got him concerned. He would secretly listen to conversations of her friends that involved Y/N herself as a main topic, that's how he got to know how strict her parents were with her and it made his stomach churn with worry.

The weird thing was, he really didn't know why he cared so much, neither why he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was the first thing on his mind when he waked up, thinking about new ways to annoy her and have her total attention on him, he thought about her on the afternoon while doing homework, wondering if she managed to do the excersices better that him, and she was also his last thought before dozing up to sleep, anxiously waiting for the morning to come to do that rutine all over again.

He really didn't knew why.

A grip on his sleeve made him stop on his tracks and turn his torso towards her, his free hand instinctively coming up to rest it on her forearm.

"I think I will pass up." She mumbled with a lost look on her eyes. "If you let me fall, I will kill you, Magnan."

And not even a second later, everything turned black to her.

- - - - - - - - - -

The fist thing she noticed was the slight smell of pine blending up with the strong one coming out of the medicines, a small sigh leaving her lips before opening her eyes, stumbling almost immediately with the image of Jean-Pierre sitting beside the bed she was lying, and from what she could see, he was engrossed with a latin book.

Her heart raced and a hundred thoughts per second invaded her head. He could've left her with the nurse to come back to class, why was her still there? Was he waiting for her to wake up? But also, what if he was only there to be the first one to laugh at her? The questions overwhelmed her inmensely, so she decided to ask first the important ones.

"How long have I've been unconsious?" The sudden sound of her voice making him shot his head up, she could swore he almost looked relieved.

"I, uhm... Here, I bet you are thirsty." He cleared his voice before handing her a cup of water. "It wasn't for that long, just a couple hours. The school's over in less than forty minutes, so we can go home anytime."

She emitted a groan. "No wonder why I feel like I slept for years, I missed the whole day!" Leaving the cup on the bedside table, she glanced quickly around the nursery. "Where's Mrs. Bellanger?"

"Some kid was playing too hard and broke his arm in the process, she told me to keep an eye on you while she took him to the hospital." He paused, momentarily doubting if he should keep going. "She also told me that you passed out due to a huge lack of sleep and a possible unbalanced diet. Tell me, did you thought that it was smart? To harm yourself in order to have the acceptance of some idiots who can't see your real value? It's not worth it if you end up like this."

As if it were an habit, her eyes got teary, losing the count on how many times she cried on the day. It bothered her so much, even more that it was happening in his presence. For a moment, he almost sounded so consternated... But either way, she wouldn't tolerate being scolded like a kid.

"Excuse you?" She exclaimed, an evident frown on her face.

"Don't try to play dumb. You know what I mean."

"Oh, so you want to know why? I'm the first granddaughter, the first niece, the first child, the older sister... It's obvious that I have to make some sacrifices, even if it's at my own expense. After all, everyone expects so much more from me." The words came out slower than before and full of venom. "Yes, it may not be really healthy, but I push myself because it's the only way to make them proud of me, and it's something that I believed you would understand, Magnan."

"And you are not wrong, I do understand you." He took a few seconds before saying his next words. "That's why I don't want you to pressure yourself to be someone that you aren't, I know what it's like to be pressured by your parents -..."

"No, you don't. You don't know how my parents are!" She interrupted him. "You don't know how it is to be belittled when you don't achieve something worthy of their interest, you don't know how its like to feel proud of yourself because you thought that you finally did something right just to find out that you failed again, or to spend every second of the day studying, priving yourself of having a social life just to feel miserable at the end of the day. And you definitely don't know how it's like to live your whole life without knowing if your family even likes you."

She didn't know when she started to cry, much less in what moment Jean-Pierre got close enough to wrap her in a tight embrace. But suddenly, she felt like the constant emptiness in her chest was being filled with something much greater than a temporary stability brought by false acceptance, it was an unknown warm and fuzzy feeling that made her anguish vanish away. It felt like that was all she needed throughout her life.

They pulled apart slowly, his hands immediately went to her face to wipe away any traces left of tears on her cheeks, and they stood there, looking at each others eyes, feeling as if they were frozen in time. 

"I may not understand entirely, but I can learn how to." He murmured. "I really want to understand you."

"But why would you bother?" She asked, confused and desperate to know. "Since the moment we met, the only thing we do is argue, we hate each other!... I tried to hurt you so many times and you have done the same to me, so please, make me understand, why would you want to help me? Why do you care?"

"Because I care about you, deeply." The words came out breathless, his eyes trying to desperately find her gaze. "I really don't know how to describe what I feel, but I do know that every time I see you, my heart goes crazy, and sometimes I wonder if it will come the day where it's going to jump out of my chest to go chasing after you. I know that every time you laugh with another person, I wish with all my soul to, someday, be worthy enough to be the cause of your smile. But I do know that if I hated you, really did, I would be happy for your downfall, but I'm not, because I can't force me to act as if I don't care about you, not anymore."

Jean-Pierre wasn't a man or words. All his life he struggled to express his feelings, but this time, it was different.

"One of the things I admire you for is the way that you don't never give up, it doesn't matter how many times I get a slighty better mark, you study harder until beating me up the next time we have an exam. You are resilient, and so damn smart that it makes me feel jealous sometimes, because I wish I could have a little bit of the determination that you possess, and I can't comprehend why you focus on your non existing flaws and ignore all your strenghts."

"I never thought..." She began with a whisper, attempting to make a joke in order to not break down completely. "I never thought that someone could ever think that highly of me, not even you."

"How could I not? You are the most incredible person I ever met, Y/N."

A violent sob reverberated on the nursery walls, and before she could even feel shame for shattering that easily due to the sweetest words she ever heard, she found herself on Jean-Pierre's hold once again.

It felt like they spend a lifetime in that embrace, hearing nothing more than the rapid beats of their hearts and sharing everything they didn't had the courage to say out loud, not yet. Squeezing the hug one last time before breaking away, she dried her face with the sleeves of her blouse, his adoring eyes never leaving her.

"Now, what? What's next from this point?" Fearfully, she asked.

"Now... I will walk you home." Seeing her confused frown, he added rapidly. "If you want to be the number one, you have to be better than me, and the first step to achieve that is to sleep well and eat some real food. You have to take care of yourself, then we will work on the rest."

"We? You will help me beating you up?"

"I want to help you to become a better version of yourself. If that costs me becoming the second of the class, then so be it."

He extended his arm in her direction, encouraging her to hold it. Slowly, she got up from the bed and hooked their arms together.

"I must admit that my home is far away and I came walking today, so you can still back down if you want."  

"Only a fool could reject such offering."

She exhaled a shaky breath, never expecting that answer. As they made their way towards the door, a sudden question hitted her.

"How did you know about my problem with my family?"

"I accidentally overheard a conversation, I didn't realise it was about you until they named you." An overwhelming warmth creeping up his face.

"Of course, 'accidentally'."

"Shut up." His reddening cheeks and the obvious attempt of a lie didn't went unnoticed, earning a light giggle from the girl.

That fluttery sensation came back to her. She never thought that it would be possible to feel this smitten over someone, even if she still struggled to admit it. While the boy couldn't stop thinking of how fortunate he felt in those moments, with the person he couldn't stop dreaming about holding onto him and walking her home for the first time, and hopefully not last. The warm breeze of the spring surrounding them as they made their way out of the school between laughs and jokes, secretly wishing to have more moments like this one in the future.

[apomaro-mellow]

King and Prince 22

Part 21

They went outside in silence, Steve deciding not to talk anymore until Eddie revealed more. And Eddie was waiting for the right moment. They got horses from the stable, one for both of them and set off for the same forest as before. The one where Steve had seen his first demobeast. Eddie waited until they got to the treeline before speaking. He was honestly appreciative of the fact that Steve hadn’t asked too many questions on the way.

“I know you’ve been learning a lot about the creatures here. What do you remember?”

“They like the cold and hate the heat. That’s why they start hibernating in spring and don’t come back until the first frost usually”, Steve replied. “They’re carnivorous and will eat people too, but they don’t come near human settlements.”

All things he hadn’t known before coming here. He had been taught that those monsters always sought out human flesh and that they roamed uncontrollably all over these lands. That exterminating them was the right thing to do. 

“What about where they come from?”, Eddie asked.

“When their numbers get low, offspring will pop off a fully grown demogorgan.” It was odd to know of a creature that didn’t need to reproduce the traditional way.

“No, I mean where they all came from. Originally.” Eddie stopped and Steve did too. They had come to the same small clearing as before, the one with a cave where many of the beasts were waiting out the warm spring and hot summer. Eddie dismounted and tied his horse off to a tree. Steve stayed up, unsure of where he was going with this and Eddie understood.

“No one has told me that. I didn’t think anyone knew”, Steve said. Besides the fearful whispers that they came from the darkest of nightmares. 

“There’s more than one world”, Eddie started. “And they come from one different than ours. It looks like ours but it’s colder, darker, less forgiving. The kind of place they’d normally thrive in.”

“How’d they end up here?”, Steve asked.

“Long time ago, longer than anyone else remembers, a dark wizard came to this land”, Eddie leaned against a tree, keeping within eyesight of both Steve and the cave. “It probably seems silly now but he wanted to destroy everything. He wanted to make it like the world he came from.”

That clearly hadn’t happened. At least not in totality. “So you stopped him?”, Steve asked, finally dismounting.

Eddie smiled ruefully. “In short, yes.” He didn’t want to keep Steve out here too long with the whole, sad story. “The wizard was destroyed and the gates between our worlds closed. But that left a lot of his army still on this side. They’re neither good nor evil, they’re just beasts and I couldn’t bring myself to kill them all once their strings were cut from their master.”

Eddie sat down on the ground and Steve joined him. They didn’t touch, still a bit of distance between them. The only sounds in the forest were the rustling of trees in the wind and bird whistles up high. 

“I became their new master”, Eddie continued. “I meant for this place to just be for us. Humans… they took everything from me. I didn’t want to be around them if I didn’t want to. But eventually the land healed from the war. And with that, people came.”

A twig broke somewhere and Steve wondered what it was. He hadn’t thought of predators in these woods outside of the demobeasts. But surely there had to be something else that took their place on top when they slumbered.

Steve was never taught the history of this kingdom. Only that it was a stain on the map, a blemish to be cleaned. That the people here would be grateful to be absorbed under a new, fair ruler as opposed to an abomination. Now, he could see how untruthful that was. Eddie was beloved by his subjects. A coup would only destabilize the area. It had Steve thinking briefly about his heir situation. But he supposed a king that lived on for centuries had no need to procure a royal line.

He looked up right at the exact moment to meet Eddie’s eyes. Those same eyes had watched him with another man, almost transfixed.

“Why were you watching me?”, he asked.

“I wanted to know who had gotten your attention. I was…” Concerned? Drawn? Allured? ….Jealous? “Curious.”

“Well did you sate your curiosity?”, Steve asked, arms crossed.

“In one way.” But in others… “I shouldn’t’ve intruded on you and Jason. I told you that you were free to come and go. Stalking you was never my intention.”

“But you did. And you stayed, even when I noticed you. Why?”

“I couldn’t look away”, Eddie confessed. 

The moment felt frozen in time as Steve looked from his intense gaze to his lips, already so close. It wouldn’t take much to bridge-

Eddie pushed him down out of the way before Steve’s ears processed the thundering roar behind him. As he looked up from the ground, he saw Eddie’s hands pressed against the chest of a large bear, keeping it at bay. He only saw that sight for a split second because he blinked and suddenly Eddie was changing. He grew in size into a bear more massive than the one that attacked them, fur bristled like a dark cloud, and teeth revealed in a snarl as he pushed the other bear back.

The horses were whinnying in fear and Steve’s even ran off, untied and untethered. Steve back up and got to his feet, feeling helpless without a weapon to fight back with. Eddie let off a roar that shook the trees and the other bear sized him up for only a moment before backing off and disappearing back into the forest. Eddie fell forward, standing on his four paws now and looked to Steve. It had been so quick. Just a moment ago it felt like they were sharing something, well, something rather tender. 

Then like a shock of lightning, Eddie had shown a display of power that Steve had yet to see. Bears were nothing to sniff at, had Steve been alone and without a weapon, he would’ve been skewered on its claws. With a trembling hand, he reached out towards Eddie. Eddie stepped closer and let Steve feel the fur on his cheek. It was softer than he imagined. And it made him imagine that Eddie’s hair felt just as nice. Steve dropped his hand and Eddie turned back to his human form.

“Sometimes when they hibernate, another animal will come and try to disturb them”, Eddie said. “I can’t save them all, but I try and keep most of the predators away.”

“My horse…”, Steve said, looking to Eddie’s still tied to the tree.

“It would’ve gone back home to the stables”, Eddie said. Which meant they had to return before someone saw Steve’s steed return without him and went into a panic. Eddie was about to suggest he take a winged form so that Steve could take his horse when the prince spoke up.

“I’ll ride with you then.”

Eddie was too stunned to disagree, or to even think of why Steve shouldn’t ride with him. Wordlessly, he went back to the horse, calm now that the danger was gone and allowed Eddie to mount first. He reached a hand down and Steve took it, settling in behind him. Eddie felt arms wrap around his middle. Arms that felt more thick, more solid than he had initially thought. Steve felt broad and warm against his back.

At least in the back of his mind, while he was distracted by the need to steer the horse properly, he was jealous of anyone who was allowed to touch Steve without any sort of pretense.

Part 23 coming soon

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[junkissed]

soooo I can't stop thinking about ocean's view 😭 like I loved it sm 🥹 can you spare some thoughts.. about what happened after 👁️ I hope they didn't live very far away from each other 😭 also wtf jun is so romantic for saying he imagined himself with you at the altar like wtf boy do you want me on the floor for you and your cuteness 😭

yes ofc!! so it's implied that they're from the same city because they're at the same wedding so it would make sense that they both live close to the bride & groom, and therefore close to each other. probably nearby but not too close, and because reader doesn't go to many parties it would make sense they haven't seen each other before even though they share mutual friends. i imagined it as opposite sides of the same town so they're probably like 15 to 30 minutes apart at most :) so still pretty close and they will definitely get together officially once they get back home! i had a couple extra scenes planned at the end (that i didn't end up writing because i didn't have the energy and i just really wanted to get the fic done lol) so i'll put it in bullet points under the cut :)

member — junhui x reader word count — 0.9k warnings — fluff, bullet points, slightly suggestive but no details read the original fic: "ocean view" here! this is a continuation of the story so it won't make sense if you haven't read the fic so go do that first lol

jun sits at your table for the whole reception and you have really great conversations getting to know each other

at some point joshua comes around asking if anyone has seen where he's supposed to sit because he can't find his name tag. jun points him towards his old seat and slips joshua's name card into his pocket when he's not looking, so they did successfully switch and no one found out lol

there's eating, dancing, more secret kissing in the corner once it gets dark and no one can see them

but it gets late, so you and jun decide it's time to part ways. and obviously this time you make sure to exchange phone numbers and info before you leave because there's no way you're throwing away this opportunity twice in a row

you tell jun you'd love to spend the night with him again, but that you have to leave for your flight tonight. jun laughs and says it wouldn't have worked anyway; his flight is also tonight, and he suggests that you carpool. you still don't know that you're from the same city, so you assume he's just joking and you give him another kiss (a very passionate one that almost makes you rethink turning down the carpool offer) but then you both go back to your hotels to pack.

you get to the airport that night and you've just gotten through security and you're walking around looking for your gate and guess who you bump into? and he not only happens to be headed to the same city as you, but he's also on the same airline, the exact same flight at the exact same time!

you sit in the waiting area together and laugh about fate and coincidences, and you're starting to believe what the tarot lady said because the circumstances are too perfect and everything is working out a little too perfectly

you keep chatting until the plane starts boarding, and you get called up to board first so you assume this is (finally) where you say goodbye. you wave and give him a hug and promise to meet up again once the plane lands

you're settled in your seat, pulling out your phone to text him and see where he's sitting, when you hear a voice beside you and you look up and there he is again

he makes a joke about how you just can't seem to get rid of him, and you tell him that you wouldn't want to get rid of him even if you tried, because you already did try and you're glad that the universe had other plans

turns out you're not just on the same flight but your seats are also right next to each other, so there's no need to bribe anyone to switch this time hehe

it's a long flight but it passes by quickly because you have such good company :) lots more talking and getting to know each other

maybe towards the end of the flight he starts to get a little handsy, because he's wanted you so bad ever since he saw you again at the wedding but he was trying to be polite and all that tense sexual energy is finally getting to him

but you manage to hold off until you make it off the plane, and since your house isn't too far out of his way anyway you do decide to actually carpool home

now it's your turn for payback and you're teasing him the whole time he's driving

then you finally arrive at your house and you can't keep your hands off of each other any longer so he decides to spend the night... and you can imagine the rest

you ignore a whole bunch of texts from jeonghan who is demanding to know all the details because he saw you leaving the wedding with jun and you had the biggest smile on your face and he needs to know whether you reconnected with your mystery man or not

another fun detail that i wanted to add but didn't end up writing: for the bachelorette party the night before the wedding, they hired a stripper named hoshi and he was wearing a tiger print thong giving everyone lap dances

i won't be writing a sequel to this fic since this is basically all that i had planned and i've already put it into bullet points, but i hope you liked this little extra snippet!! i always love sharing stuff that didn't make it into the final fic so always feel free to send asks like this <3

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[burrowbaddie]

Can you write one about joe confessing his feelings after being jealous, thanks!!

Jealous!Joe who has been crushing on you since freshman year. He would never confess because you are against dating athletes. Besides, he is okay being your roommate/best friend.

"I can't find my shoes! Joe, where are my red heels!"

"How would I know where your shoes are? The red ones with the bow?" He asks, tossing a football up in the air. You storm over and grab the ball.

"Yes. Stop throwing balls in the apartment!"

"I can throw balls somewhere else," Joe says with a smirk. You ignore his comment and storm into his room, searching his closet.

"Why are my shoes in your closet?" You sit down and start putting them on.

"You must have left them here. Why are you going on a date anyways? I thought you had a big test to study for. That's not very studious of you." Joe plops down on his bed, watching you stand up and roll your eyes at him.

"If you must know, Greg and I are in the same major, and we plan to study too." You smile, fixing your top in the mirror. Joe rolls his eyes.

"Greg Kaminski? He's such-"

"A nice guy." You cut him off, giving him a stern look.

"He's not. He is def trying to sleep with you."

"Joe, not everyone has a football brain and wants to fuck everything in a skirt." You walk out of the bedroom and grab your purse. Then you remember to touch up your makeup so you have Joe answer the door. Joe swings the door open and glares at Greg. Greg asks for you, but Joe continues to glare at him.

"She's not here." He slams the door in Greg's face. Greg knocks again. Joe opens it again.

"What?"

"Well, we were supposed to have a date, so-"

"She's sick."

"But you said she's not here." Greg scratches his head.

"Yeah, she's at the doctor's, so get lost."

"Greg!" You squeal, walking over.

"Omg, you are home!" Joe says, pretending to be shocked. You give him a weird look and walk out.

"Clean up after yourself, Joseph. I'll be home late."

"Not too late though," Joe shouts back. He slams the door and plops down on the couch. He scrolls through some texts before deciding to grab something to eat with Ja'Marr. Unfortunately for you, your roommate comes to the exact same bar.

"I thought you said you were studying," Joe shouts over the music. Ja'Marr sits next to Greg, and Joe slides into the booth blocking you in.

"Joseph, of all the bars in this city, this is the one you chose. Remove yourself. I'm on a date." You shout back.

"Greg has a girlfriend." Ja'Marr blurts out. You snap your head toward Greg. He shakes his head and holds up his hands. Ja'Marr slides you his phone. You stare at Greg's girlfriend's IG. Ja'Marr stands up.

"We have this open relationship. I swear." Gregs says. Joe stands up, letting you out of the booth. You throw your drink on Greg and storm off. Joe chases after you and pulls you into a hug.

"Why are all men such jerks." You scream into his chest. Joe rubs your back.

"It's not meant to be with some guys. Don't worry; Joey will keep you safe." He says, talking in third person. You sniffle and walk back into the bar. After a few drinks, you being the lightweight drinker you are, has to be carried home by Joe.

"Men. All of them go to Hell." YOu mumble as Joe carries you over his shoulder towards your bed. He lays you down and starts to take off your heels.

"Jeans. Take it off." You try to unbutton your jeans, making Joe laugh. He unbuttons them and slides them off your legs. Next, you toss your shirt on the floor.

"Joey, am I pretty?" You pout, sitting on your knees. Joe nods his head.

"Extremely pretty." He replies, licking his lips. You pout some more.

"Why won't guys date me."

"Because-"

"Give me B O B!" You scream, pointing to your side draw.

"Like the rapper? You want me to play music?"

"Bob. I want him."

"Who the hell is Bob? Another guy I have to tell to fuck off?" Joe shouts going to your side table. He opens the drawer expecting a phone number or something but is shocked to find your little red vibrator. Joe pulls it out and eyes it.

"I'm much bigger than this." Joe chuckles, turning around to find you passed out on the bed. He laughs and puts it back but makes a note to bring it up in the morning. On the nightstand, he leaves you water and painkillers. You wake up with a hangover and take the meds. After a shower, you join Joe for breakfast.

"How's Bob?" Joe asks, munching on his toast.

"Who?"

"B O B."

You stare at him feeling your face heat up. No. No way. What did you say last night? Judging by Joe's smile, you know he knows about your vibrator.

"Battery Operated Boyfriend." Joe smiles, and you start screaming and run to your room. Joe finishes his food and knocks on your door.

"We all have needs, little bit!" Joe laughs, calling you the nickname he gave you because of your height. Which never made sense to you because you're 5'9, obviously, and he would tower over you, standing at 6'4. But you were on the taller side for girls, regardless.

"Go away! I'm embarrassed." You scream into your pillow.

"I jerk off 6 times a week."

"Joe....That's like every day."

"I mean, I didn't say it was daily. Once in the morning and once at night. 3 days out of 7." He replies, jiggling the doorknob. Counting last night when he jerked off, it was definitely 7 times this week.

"Joe....That's gross. stop."

"You try being your roommate." He whispers.

"What?"

"Nothing. Open the door, or I'll pick the lock." He shouts. You get up, unlocking the door. Joe hugs you, and you still feel a little embarrassed. He walks you backward until the back of your legs hit your bed, and you fall back. Joe lays down on top of you, making you giggle.

"You're heavy stop." You complain. He rolls off of you, and you grab your phone, opening Tinder. Joe rolls his eyes. He needs to delete the app off of your phone next time. You don't know it, but Joe knows your phone passcode. He has deleted numerous amount of texts from guys asking you out. You thought the guys just never texted you back. At first, Joe thought maybe he was doing too much, but his jealousy slowly started to have no limits.

"Oh. I matched with Andre." You smile, and he snatches your phone throwing it to the other side of the bed. Joe pulls you onto his lap and you sit up placing your hands on his chest.

"Andre is not a good guy either. Just stay single." He says, rubbing your hips.

"I have needs." You say mockingly.

"I can fulfill those needs."

Woah. What the fuck is Joe saying right now, you think to yourself.

"That would be weird. Wouldn't it? Friends with benefits never work out. It's a fact." You get off of him and sit on the bed.

"I don't think so." Joe lays on his side, watching you think.

"But we can stop at any time, right."

"Of course." He replies, sitting up.

"And we will still be friends?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, then let's try it."

Joe makes the first move by kissing your cheek, then your lips. You hesitate at first but slowly open your mouth, letting him enter. Joe easily dominates the kiss because you start getting dizzy. His hands find their way to your shorts and slide them off. He pecks your lips and sits back, tossing them on the ground. Of course, today is the day you wore no underwear. Joe marvels at your thighs, knowing as soon as he opens them, his prize will be between them. He slowly pulls your legs apart and almost drools at the sight of your pussy.

"Fuck." Joe says, bending down to kiss your legs and finally, the thing he has been dreaming about since freshman year. You arch your back feeling his lips on your cunt. No guy has ever gone down on you. Your fingers find safety in his hair as Joe simply devours you from down under.

"Oh gosh. OMG!" You cry out as Joe tongue fucks you into another world. When he slides two fingers in you, you yank at his hair, causing him to hiss. Joe takes his focus to your clit as he sucks and flicks his tongue around the bud.

"I'm cumming. Joe, wait!" You cry out. Joe only speeds up, causing you to clamp your legs around his head. When you cum, he drinks every drop. Slurping loudly. Hearing your moans excites Joe even more. He removes his face from your pussy and smiles at you. His face is soaked with your juices. He gets up and goes to the nightstand bringing out BOB.

"Joe-"

"Let me just try something." He says, turning it on. You open your legs, letting him take his place. Never in your wildest dreams did you think this would be happening? You never thought you would cross that line with Joe, but here you are with Joe fucking you with your vibrator.

"Do you know how beautiful you look right now?" Joe groans, pulling the vibrator out. You were on your second orgasm and begging him for the real thing. And Joe was happy to deliver. So, here you were on your hands and knees with your best friend/roommate pounding you from behind. Joe grabbed the headboard as he started chasing his own orgasm. You felt the bed shake, and the sound of the headboard mixed with the sounds of your sopping pussy swallowing Joe's cock sent you into overdrive.

"Birth control?" Joe asks because he's so close to cumming deep inside you. You nod your head fast. And with that, Joe cums inside of you. Your weak arms and legs give out when Joe pulls out. He lays down next to you, rubbing your back. And your friends-with-benefits relationship starts.

"A date? With who?" Joe asks, watching you put makeup on. It had only been 3 weeks since your arrangement started, but you still wanted to date.

"Andre from Tinder. He's a little bit older, but this could be it. Older guys are more mature and over their childish ways." You fix your turtleneck and turn to him.

"We had sex like two days ago. You still have the hickey on your neck and your thighs, so I don't think this guy is going to appreciate that." Joe crosses his arms and leans against your door.

"Well, I don't plan on sleeping with him, so he won't see any of it. Don't you have to meet with the football team?"

"I think it's dumb. I'm giving you-"

"Sex. I want love and a boyfriend." You cut him off and grab your phone. Joe follows you to the front door.

"Why can't you just be happy with what we have?"

"Joe, get over yourself. You wanted to have sex with me. That's all we have going on. I have the right to see other people. I'm sure Tiffany, your little girlfriend, wouldn't be so happy that you're sleeping with me."

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Then you might want to clear that up with the campus." You slam the door leaving Joe frustrated. He grabs his football bag and leaves for late practice. Tiffany was a cheerleader for the team, and yeah, Joe's messed around with her, but she wasn't his girlfriend, plus they haven't done anything since last semester. So when he spots her Joe confronts her about it.

"Why'd you tell people were dating," Joe asks. Tiffany stops talking to her friend and turns toward Joe.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." She crosses her arms, popping her gum loudly.

"Stop telling people that. That's all I wanted to say. Have a good one, Tiff." Joe walks off, but Tiffany makes a comment about you, and he stops in his tracks.

"What?"

"You heard me. Is it because you're fucking her?"

"She's my best friend. Get a life. I'm not going to play childish high school games with you." Joe walks away, this time as she continues popping off. When Joe gets home, he finds you sleeping on the couch with your notebook. He pokes your cheek.

"What? What are you doing?" You sit up, wiping your eyes.

"I'm sorry about earlier. You can date whoever you want." Joe sighs.

"I know that. And you can date whoever you want. That's that."

"How was your date?" Joe asks, even though it kills him on the inside.

"Great. He is such a sweet guy. I think this is it." You are smiling from ear to ear. Joe hates it. No, he doesn't hate your beautiful smile. He hates that some guy gets the same smile he always gets out of you. And just like that, Andre took you away from Joe. You guys started dating one month after the first date. And it was killing Joe.

"Dre. Stop." You giggle as your boyfriend kisses your neck. Joe slams his bedroom door and goes to grab his gym bag.

"Hey, Joey!" Andre calls out. Joe ignores him. He doesn't want that piece of shit to call him anything. Sure, he was a great guy, but he wasn't good enough for you. Joe concluded that. Joe had searched high and low for dirt on this guy, but he came back clean. It drove him mad.

"Joe, I'm going away this weekend with Dre, so you will have the place to yourself. No parties." You warn him. Joe doesn't say anything, which is weird and hurtful, but you brush it off. Joe puts his sneakers on, and you go to the bathroom. Dre gets up and walks over.

"I feel like maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I know you're the best friend and want to protect her. But she is a big girl and-"

"Are you done?" Joe asks. Andre chuckles.

"Listen I get you are her best friend, but she's my girlfriend. I'm not going to do the jealous guy thing with you. Respect me, and I'll respect you." Andre and Joe glare at each other until you come back. You walk over, and Andre wraps his arm around you.

"Everything okay?" You ask. Joe nods and puts his airpods in, walking out the door.

"I think he has a crush on you." Andre laughs.

"Joe? No. It's not like that. He is overprotective sure, but no, he doesn't like me like that. He's the number one athlete on campus girls are all lined up for him." You laugh, walking away.

"Well, he's kind of an asshole to me. If we're going to continue to date you need to fix that. I'm not really into jealous guys." Andre sits down and you wonder what Joe said to him. So, when Joe returns home you confront him.

"Stop. Whatever you said to Dre and how you acted toward him stops now. I've been letting it slide over the last few weeks, but enough is enough. You're mad because I ended our friends with benefits, and you're being a really shitty person about it."

"I'm not mad." Joe walks away from you, and you follow him to his room.

"Then why are you giving me an attitude. You can't stay 5 mins and have a conversation with me? You keep avoiding me, and it hurts."

"It hurts? You know what hurts is having a best friend who is the smartest person on campus, but they can't even read into normal situations." Joe shouts back, throwing his bag down.

"What? What are you talking about? How is this normal?"

"I'm in love with you. I have been hopelessly in love with you for the last 3 fucking years. And I thought at some point you would notice, but you didn't."

"You love me? Joe. I-What are you even saying right now."

"It doesn't matter anymore. Go be with Andre. He's a good guy. I know because I researched him."

You're speechless. You don't know how to reply to any of this. Joe points to the door, and you walk away. He slams it close and locks it. For the next two weeks, he stays with Ja'Marr.

"Is Joe okay?"

"What do you think." Ja'Marr laughs, copying your notes.

"You knew?"

"Everyone knew. But you, I guess." Ja'Marr slides your notes back. You stuff them in your bag. You feel like the biggest idiot on the planet. Joe doesn't come home for another week. You sit up on the couch, watching him walk to the bedroom.

"Joe-"

"I thought you would be at the library. I just came to get some more clothes. I'll move out at the end of the semester."

"Joe, stop. Can you talk to me?" You follow him to his bedroom.

"Talk," Joe says, going into his closet.

"I didn't know. I never saw it that way. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I'm sure you and Andre will be better if I'm not in the picture." Joe throws clothes into his bag. You shake your head.

"No. I-I broke up with Andre. I had time to think for the last three weeks. All this time, I thought what we had was normal for friends. But it wasn't. Every guy that I've tried to have something with, I found myself comparing them to my best friend. I needed him to make me laugh so hard milk comes out my nose. Or watch this most annoying romcom with me even though he hates them with a passion. Or when it's that time of month, he drops everything to make sure I'm taken care of...I looked for all of that in these guys when I already had that.

"What are you saying?" Joe stops packing to face you.

"Joe, I love you too."

Joe tries to hide his smile. You shove him. He hugs you and kisses the top of your head.

"You're not very good at reading people." He comments. You playfully hit his stomach. Joe chuckles and looks down, and pouts his lips. You roll your eyes and kiss his lips.

"And the guys you were chasing after definitely weren't going to make you squirt like-"

"Joe, stop! That was so embarrassing." You scream, covering his mouth. Joe kisses your hands.

Here you go, nonny! I hope you like it. This was a bunch of fun to write. I did it in one sitting so if it sucks sorry lol but yay!

[shinescape]

More Fun

Idol Ateez x Fem Reader

Requested!

tw: poly relationship, yandere behaviour

note: hi everyone! i keep saying this blog is all fluff but look at me go *sigh* also it's been a while since i write something again so forgive me for errors and stuff. This can be seen as a continuation for the unexpectedly popular oneshot have fun but it can be read as a stand alone. this is messy and kind of chaotic like my current state of mind. Enjoy the read!

The room filled with silence as they all stared at their respective devices. The red mark with your name on it hasn’t been moving from the same location for hours in the tracker that all of them have installed. 

Worried was an understatement. They were about to lose their minds if you weren’t home that instant. The immense pain and exhaustion from travelling started taking a toll on them and seeing how you were nowhere to be found in the dorm made things worse. 

“She’s near the main road, should I go get her?” San looked up from his phone and looked around. He noticed how Seonghwa, Yunho and Wooyoung were quietly unpacking their extremely late dinner with deep frowns on their faces. Their usual soft smiles and random remarks were nowhere to be seen. 

Mingi stood up all of sudden. “I’ll be in my room.” And walked off without another word. Jongho watched as the male walked off and sighed when the door slammed shut. “He’s not going to come out and eat until she comes back. Are we just going to let that happen?” At that, Yeosang then offered to go get you as well. since the tracker showed that you’ve been at that exact place for a while now, it won't be long. 

The thought of something might have happened to you was circulating in their heads. And the fact that they could have forced you to come along but you reasoned with how you prefer to stay back. They agreed because love makes you do stupid things and this was the result of it. None of them like the outcome one bit. 

“Can someone say something?!” San burst out. Hongjoong finally stopped boring holes into his phone as he glared at San. “We texted that we’re coming home. She should have known what to do. Wait for us and not go anywhere.” 

San looked away from him knowing that Hongjoong is upset with what has happened. It was avoidable but they love you and agreed to let you do things as you please from time to time. But it seemed like you’ve breached their trust. 

Everyone gathered around and checked the tracker once more. Their eyes instantly lit up. The mark was moving. You were coming home to them. To your rightful place. All eyes glued to the tracker, their eyes gleamed as they watched your movement from their respective phones.

“I’m calling dibs on her tonight.” Wooyoung eyes sparkled as he watched you nearing the unit. “She’s not food.” Seonghwa’s reply made the younger one look at him with much annoyance. The atmosphere was getting lighter as they anticipated your return. But the way their leader behaved, each one of them dropped their smiles as their eyes darkened once more. 

You had a content smile plastered on your face as you walked towards the dormitory. There was a college gathering earlier and you were glad that you went even when it was a last minute decision. You enter the unit and freeze on the spot when you see the amount of shoes at the entrance. They’re home? You quickly took your phone out and gulped at the number of unread messages from your boyfriends. You were definitely screwed. 

Taking off your shoes quietly, you went through the possible scenarios in your head. As you were about to head over to the living area, you bumped into something solid. Looking up, your eyes met with Mingi’s piercing ones. This was worse than you had imagined. “You’re late.” His voice felt heavier than usual and you know that you messed up big time because his endearment to you was not used. 

You wanted to smile at the sight of him being home but ended up frowning when those sharp words hit you. “I know, I lost track of time. Did all of you just arrive?” You crane your neck to see who else was there but it was challenging with the way he was blocking you. 

“We waited for you but you didn’t respond to any of us at all.” Mingi said as he followed you to the space where everyone gathered around. You felt him leaning closer to your ear and held in your breath. 

“San almost risked his idol image to go get you. Don’t you feel guilty, princess?” 

Your heart thumped at his words and instead of feeling guilty, you were ecstatic by the thought of them wanting to do anything just to see you. “Come here jagiya, you must be tired.” You heard Mingi click his tongue behind you when Yeosang called you over all of a sudden. Happily you went to sit in front of him as he casually wrapped his arms around you. 

But you totally forgot the fact that he only does that when he’s upset. Being clingy and needing to hold onto you until he’s all better because the usual Yeosang won’t even touch you in front of others. Not even in front of the members so this was a very unusual thing. 

“I’m sorry for coming home late, everyone.” You apologised seeing how none of them had greeted you. Yeosang’s hands were there for you to ease your nervousness as you played with them while waiting for any response from the rest. 

Wooyoung did not bother to look at you and started eating, Yunho and San followed suit. It hurts of course but you try not to think too much of it. They travelled far and came home feeling accomplished yet tired. It was only natural to eat and gain back some energy and wanting to see their lover. But said lover was nowhere to be seen when they arrived which had them even more on edge.

“Where were you?” Glancing over to Hongjoong, you carefully answered him. “There was a reunion, I went for a bit…” He continued to stare at you, trying to find any fault in your words or actions. And he did. 

“Who gets flowers at a reunion?” Seonghwa, who was busy counting the bubbles in his glass, turned to look at you at once. A number of flowers rested on your lap. Everyone was too busy looking and observing your face that the flowers were only now being noticed. 

“Oh this,” a small smile found its way on your face. “Everyone gets a stalk but I happened to get a whole bunch. It’s nothing really.” Yeosang glared at the red petals that managed to fall on the floor as he curled your hair over your ear. 

“If it’s nothing then why did our girlfriend get a whole bouquet?” 

It was a dead end on your side. If you tell, you won’t be the only one in trouble and if you lie, who knows what awaits you then. Seonghwa reached out for the flowers from where he was and stood up immediately. You watched as he turned the flowers left and right as if to find something. 

“I’ll go put this in our room, Hongjoong. You can go get it later, sweetheart.”  He gave you a knowing look before leaving as the leader hummed in response and eyed you. Seeing you unable to be snappy and quick to fight back excites him. He likes it when you fight back but this side of you was even more entertaining to him. Jongho passed a plate your way without a word and Yeosang had stopped holding you altogether as he moved to sit next to you instead. It’s dumb and obvious but you had to ask. 

“Are you guys still upset with me? I’m sorry okay, I didn’t plan to go but seeing how you were arriving pretty late I thought of going out to meet them for a bit and come home.” 

“But look who came home late instead.”

Wooyoung finally spoke with a disappointed look to which you frowned in return. “It’s not like you can’t tell where I am.” You mumbled angrily. Both Wooyoung and Hongjoong looked so offended that San quickly hugged you as a reflex, making sure your head was covered.

“Enough! She's going to cry if you keep this up.” You slowly leaned away from his chest and peered at everyone. All eyes were definitely on you now. 

“And you,” San suddenly cupped your face and observed you with knitted brows. “Be home before us or else this won't happen. Understand?” 

“But you know where i go!” 

“But we don’t know who you’re with. Everyone, she smelled like men's cologne. I didn’t want to say it but I guess I have to now.” Mingi explained as if that information will help ease the situation. You knew he was leaning earlier to have a whiff of scent around you, he always does that to your neck out of habit.  

“Doll, I’m not letting you off this time. I know I said to have fun but you had too much fun while we’re gone. Come straight to my room after this.” Hongjoong said as if he memorised those words just to use at this very moment. There were no protests or signs of dissatisfaction from the others except you. 

Throwing your head back, you groaned in annoyance. Deep down you didn’t mind it at all. Even if it was Jongho or Mingi who said the same thing, you honestly looked forward to it. Knowing that not only you who are obsessed with them but them to you was like winning a trophy. 

Yunho chuckled and patted your head. “Good luck baby, you’ll need it for later.” You could only pout back when suddenly a pair of chopsticks was right in front of your face. You looked weirdly at Wooyoung and he rolled his eyes. “I’m still mad at you babe.” You huffed and took a bite before leaning back to San and curling up to his chest. 

They had fun touring around as they track your whereabouts from across the globe. And you had your fair share of excitement while waiting for them to come home. It’s very twisted but you like it. You all do.

[laughterfixs]

Begone Bad Day

Begone Bad Day!

Summary: 

After a particularly bad and annoying day of training a new employee put in charge of testing all their games. Sun ends his work day with an angry and sour attitude. As he vents to his mother, Ana, the dragon dog hiding in the daycare, he accidentally loses control of his behavior and takes it out on her. 

Now Ana must help her baby destress and officially end the day on a good note. 

Sundrop stomped back to the balcony where his and Moon’s equivalent to a bedroom was. Moon was complaining in the back of Sun’s mind. 

“Good SCOTT, that guy was an ASS! Who in the fazFUCK EATS A PAPERPAL?!” 

Sun didn’t even care about his brother's terrible language at that moment. Moon’s speech filters hadn’t been the same since the virus. And he’d be lying if Sun said he didn’t feel the exact same way. 

Yes, today's trainee technician was testing their arts and crafts corner. Sun had a very specific way to do it. But unfortunately…today's trainee didn’t feel like playing by the rules. No, they much rather had thrown things at Sun, made a mess, shot him with the dart gun, painted things the wrong colors, DESPITE them having NUMBERS and REFERENCES! And yes…they did indeed, FOR SOME REASON, decided to not only take a giant bite out of a paperpal but also lick the paint off the paintbrush. 

Sun tightened his fists as he clipped the wire to his back and flew into the air. 

The usually bright and cheerful animatronic’s grumbling caught the attention of another being that hid in the daycare loft. Ears twitched toward the angry jingling bells and stomping slippers. Sea green eyes glowed dimly in the dark, the slit pupils animalistically dilating as it focused on the daycare attendant. 

Sun plopped down suddenly on a beanbag, arms and legs crossed as he simply pouted and stewed. 

He didn’t look at the dark red head of the creature behind him, he wasn’t scared. Especially as the canine-like snout came into his peripheral view and gently nudged his cheek. 

“Welcome back sugarstar.” The creature greeted with a soft smile on her muzzle. The beast was a dragon, large and furry. She had the face and long pointed ears of a hound, her underbelly was a bright orange, starting from the bottom of her jaw and trailing all the way down her belly and tail. Her body was mostly cream colored, and a brown mane of hair rested on her head, poofed like a pompadour, the rest trailing down her neck. Ana, the secret of the daycare. The dragon who’s heart changed and grew thanks to the daycare attendants. 

 Sun grumbled a barely audible greeting. 

“Hi mom..”

Ana tilted her head, a soft look of concern crossing her face. That seemed unlike Sun…

“How was your day honey?” Ana tried again. 

“….” Sun shook his head. Ana took it as a “bad” 

“I see…” Ana frowned. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“…Why do grown ups have to….push all my buttons?!” Sun demanded with a little growl to his voice. “It’s so mean! And unnecessary! And and…UGH!” Sun cried out frustratingly as he suddenly smacked his fist into the beanbag. 

Ana frowned lightly, but she listened to her pup vent. 

“I just can’t understand why it’s SOOOO hard to follow simple instructions! The kids can do it so much better and easier!”

Ana nodded with a hum, keeping quiet to show she was listening. But she continued to study his body language. Her ears flicked to the quivering in his voice. As if he was on the verge of tears. But she knew her Sunny…he tried his best not to cry in front of anyone…he would just wait until he was alone. 

“And Moon was more than ready to come out and teach the guy a lesson himself! And I was more than ready to LET him! I wanted to turn out the lights myself!” “...Sunny?” “But I can’t let that happen because we could both get in trouble! And they would probably decommission Moon and I can’t let that happen-” “Firefly…”

“I can’t be alone with this, and if I lost Moon, I’m sure I’d lose my mind and then I’d REALLY have to go into a timeout!” “Sundrop.” “Ohhh WHAT?!” Sun snapped but gasped not a moment later, throwing his hands over his mouth. It was silent for a moment. Both of them just staring at each other. Shocked at what just happened. “I-I…I’m sorry! Ididn’tmeantosnapIshouldn’thaveevertakenitoutonyou-” Sun’s word vomit was cut off when his mother suddenly pulled him into her chest fur. “Honey, you don’t need to apologize, I know yer under stress and yer bad day ain’t helpin. It was only natural that you’d release the pressure sooner or later.” “But…but…” “I ain’t mad, sugastar…I promise. I would never be mad at you for feeling things. The last thing I’d want you to do is bottle it up.” Sun sniffed and nodded. “O-okay…what did you want to tell me..?” Ana smiled softly, she brought her paw up and gently stroked Sun’s cheek. “I could hear you struggling to hold back…I wanted to tell you to let it out. Not just through your words, but through tears. Venting is one thing but you’re still not letting it all out” Sun blinked…and suddenly he felt silly…his rays shrunk in and he felt his body start to tremble. Sometimes he had a hard time letting himself cry-well no. He had a hard time letting himself cry in front of people, if only because he wanted to keep everyone happy. If he cried and someone saw him, well they wouldn’t be happy either…no one else deserved that. Only he did-oh…he was doing it again…His mind finally stopped when he felt Ana press her nose to his upper crescent. She knew him all too well and her next words proved that: “You don’t have to hold back for the sake of others honey…” That broke the dam, Sun let out a choked sob and buried his face into her fur. Ana hugged him close, rubbing his back with a paw. 

Sun gripped onto the fur tighter, his fists balled up, the fur peeked through his fingers. He did his best not to tug on his mother’s fur. He felt awful, he felt tired…but at least he wasn’t alone. Moon was always with him…and his mother was there to let him lean on her for support. Sun cried for what seemed like hours. His breath hitched with each sob. Ana didn’t hush him or stop him, she only gave his back gentle rubs and scratches. 

Soon, Sun was only sniffling. When he fully calmed down, he made himself comfortable, leaning his side against her chest, now worn out both from his long day and crying. 

“Feel better?” Ana asked softly, pressing a small kiss to his head. 

“….A little…I’m sorry mama…” 

Ana tilted her head at that. “What for sugastar?”

“For snapping at you, for getting so angry…for letting that trainee get to me…” he sniffed again. “A-and thinking about the worst again…”

Ana shushed him gently as she wrapped her arms around him again. 

“Oh honey…stress does a number to us. And you boys have a very hard and stressful job. But you, both of you, are the best at it.” 

Sun gave a hint of a smile, but the negativity still resided in his head, “heart” and the pit of his “stomach” and Ana could clearly tell. 

She thought for a moment…before an idea came to her. She smirked to herself, knowing exactly how to get her little firefly shining brightly again. 

The draconic canine moved her head down, squinting at Sun and humming. 

Sun blinked at her and tilted his head. What was she doing?

“Hmm…oh gosh.” She clicked her tongue. “Tsk tsk tsk tsk…this isn’t good, no no, not good at all.”

“What? What isn’t good?” Sun asked. Ana flicked an ear, holding back a smirk. Hook line and sinker. 

“Well Sunny…no no I shouldn’t say!” 

“Mamaaa…you know that’s unfair!” 

“Oh…well, it’s just that…I think you might have an infection hun.” 

“An…infection?”

Sun stared at his mother in pure confusion. What was she on about? He couldn’t get infected…unless it was a computer virus but even then, there was no way Ana would know just by looking at him…

“Of course! Infected by a bad case Sassinitis Grumptitus!” 

Sun stared at her for a moment processing what she said. He couldn’t hold back a couple giggles. 

“Th-Thahats not a real thihihing!” 

Ana chuckled as she helped him get comfortable, sliding his slippers off and setting them to the side before laying him across her arms, his head on her forearm. 

“Oh but it is Sunny. And I’m afraid there’s only one cure!” 

Sun giggled more at his mother’s silliness. He had a feeling he knew what she was up to. 

“Whahat’s that?” 

Ana used one paw to hold his hand and bring his arm up and out. Then she nuzzled one cheek. 

“Love.” 

She booped her nose to his. 

“Care and reminders…” 

She licked the other cheek. “And finally…all the tickles my Sunny wants in order to reset that mind of his~!” 

Sunny squeaked and giggled like mad, certainly sounding like a child himself.  Already, he was feeling the giddy waves hit him. 

“Maaamaaahahaha!”

“Whaaat? Do you not want them? Don’t you want that nasty Sassinitis Grumptitus gone? I most certainly dooo~” she cooed and nuzzled a couple rays. “I want my sweet lil sugastar to enjoy the rest of his evening and relaaax~!”

“Pfft! Y-you’re sihihillihihiii!” 

Ana chuckled, gently squeezing his hand lovingly and stroking the back of it with her dewclaw. 

“Only for my boys. Now…do you wanna play-I mean get your treatment?” 

Sun looked off to the side, his rays shrinking back. He looked up at his dragon momma after a moment with a shy smile and nodded. 

“Alright, now let’s see here…” she let go of his hand and gently maneuvered him so he was lying directly in front of her, his long lanky legs under her front legs. She pulled a pillow over to let him put his head on it, then she gently pushed his arms up over his head. “We need these up here. Think you can keep them up, Firefly?” 

“Ihihi can trihihi.” Sun giggled out, the anticipation bubbling up from his chest and out his voice box. Ana giggled with him. “Well that’s the best I can ask. I’ll save that spot for a bit. For now…” She hummed, scanning his face...before lightly grooming a couple rays. “EEEHEHE!” Sun squeaked in surprise. “M-mahahahamamaaa! N-nyahahahat the-theEHEHE rahahahaAAYS!! Pfft! Khkhehehehe!!” 

Ana licked, groomed and nuzzled each ray. When Sun shrunk one back, she’d go to another. “C’mon Sunny, where’s the super beam huh?” “N-Nohohohowheheheheeeere!” 

There was one ray on Sun’s head that was more sensitive than all the others.  Ana often referred to it as his super or special beam. “Nowhere? Nowhere…hmm.” She mocked a gasp. “Are you hiding it from me?” “Nyooohohohoo!” “Oooh that sounds like a lie, Sun! You know better than that~!” Ana sang teasingly. She lowered her voice. “You know what I think?” Sun snickered and snorted. Ana was really hamming things up, it was a side of her that only those close to her got to see. Sun and Moon would get to see it a lot. She knew her being silly made them laugh with or without tickles. It only made it more special. 

“Wh-whahat?” 

She looked left and right, making a show of it clearly. “I think…maybe, just maybe…it’ll show itself if I…TICKLE HERE!” 

Her fuzzy fingers went right under his arms, tickling the outer exo. Sun squealed and immediately tried to lock his arms down. Though it was hard to protect such a spot from giant fluffy paws. 

And as a result, Sun’s rays popped right back out from the very sudden, yet not unexpected, attack. Ana chuckled, gently pushing his arms back up. “Ah ah, these need to stay up here remember?” “Pfft! Ihihihi’m sahahahaharreeeeheheheheheee!” “Oh honey, you don’t need to be sorry, not everyone can keep still when a tickle dragon’s got them in their hold~” She lowered her head back down, to continue nuzzling and grooming his rays. 

“Y-you’re nahahat a t-t-teheeheehee drahAHAHAHAHAGOOOOHOHOHOHON SQUEAAA!!” 

Ana had found the super beam. She chuckled as Sun quickly retracted it. “Can’t even say the word when I got you going like this huh?” She pulled away to give him a moment to calm down, once again holding his hands. “Ahehehe…eeehehe…c-cause you-you’re beheheheing m-mehehean and sihihilly…” “Mean? Is it mean to want my lil sunshine to be happy and relaxed after a long day?” “N-nooo.” Sun snickered. “But you’re being teasy!” “As if you don’t like it.” Ana challenged, laughing at the blush on her baby’s face. She nuzzled his nose. “Are you ready for more?” Sun immediately nodded, the giddiness rising up again as his mother smirked and lifted a paw over his belly, wiggling the tips of her claws and slowly lowering. Then it stopped just a mere inch above. “Mmmm…Maaahahaaam…” Sun giggle-whined. “Yeees Sunny~?” Ana chuckled. Sun squirmed underneath her, staring at her paw. “Are-aren’t you going to…?” “Going to what honey?” Sun whined. Of course she was going to do this… “You’re going to make me ask aren’t you…” Ana raised a playful brow. “Whatever do you mean, Sunnybunny?” Sun pouted and looked away. He muttered something. Ana chuckled as she flicked an ear toward him. “What was that, baby?” Another mutter. Ana gently poked his tummy, earning a squeak. “TIHIHIckles! Pl-plehease…” Sun blushed, shrinking his rays back. Ana chuckled. “But of course honey. It's yer treatment after all~!” 

She lowered the paw to scribble his sides and along his belly, earning a multitude of different squeals, squeaks and snorts. The closer she got to the center of his belly the louder her Sunny laughed and the more he tried to kick his legs, which was near impossible at the moment as she kept them trapped under her arms. “MEHEHEHEHEEEANIEEHEHEHEHE!!” Sun cackled “EEEHEHEEP SNORT SNORT MAHAHAHAHAMAAHAHAAHAHAAAA!! SNORT”

“You keep saying that honey but I’m just trying to help you with that Sassinitis Grumptitus! You still seem to have quite a bit of sass. Hmm…I wonder if I tickle this spot if it will finally go away!” She tapped the center of his lower belly, earning another loud squeal. In that spot was a little dent that dipped into the bot’s belly, acting much like a belly button. A bad spot for both Sun and Moon. “GYEEhehehe!! Pfft I-I dohont think so! I-Iihihi think you’re just being a BUTT!” Ana playfully raised a brow and tilted her head at that. “My my, calling your own mother such names! Sunny, I thought you knew better.” She gasped. “Oh no…it must be getting worse! We have to act quickly!” Before Sun could question that, Ana held his hands again to keep them out of the way. He blinked at her in question…until she took in a deep breath, then he knew exactly what she was doing. 

“No! Nonono! Mama! I’m sorry! Nahahat that, anything but that-!” Ana smirked at him, looking over him to make sure she indeed wasn’t going too far, but the giant grin on her baby’s faceplate told her exactly what she needed. That wasn’t a “stop” that was a “please tickle me mama!” And knowing such, she wasted no time in blowing a raspberry directly over the dent. Sun screamed out in pure laughter, arching his back up and practically pressing his tummy against his mother’s muzzle. Her whiskers brushed against his sides, her nose cold against his silicone and rubbery tum. She suddenly released his hands and went right for the balljoints under his arms, gently scribbling her claws against them, fiddling with the wires here and there. At the same time, the raspberry switched into gentle nibbling, Ana hamming it up with a few “Om nom nom''s 

He screamed, laughed, cackled, squirmed, arched and snorted. His rays spun happily around his faceplate, showing his clear enjoyment. 

“GYAAAHAHAHAHAHA! KHKHEHEHEHEHE! SNORT OHAHAHAA! NAHAHAHAO NIHIHIHIHIBBLIHIHING! SNORT OHOHO STAHAHARS! NYAHAHAT THE WIHIHIHIRES! NEEHEHEHEHEEE! SNORT SNORT!” Ana pulled her head away and laughed, slowing down her finger wiggles and licking the tip of his pointy nose as he tried to calm down, giggling here and there as the phantom tickles still tingled all over. “How’s that sugastar? Think you’re cured yet?” Sun blinked and averted his gaze as he tapped his fingers, he could feel Ana’s smile on him. He still wanted more. “Uhm…N-No! I think I still have a small bit of this bug…I think you still need to get one more spot!” “Glutton.” Moon chuckled in their shared headspace. “No one asked you Moonie!” “Oooh~ You really are badly infected~! So much sass!” Sun huffed as Ana laughed lightly. Based on his expression, she could tell her boys were having their inner conversation with each other. “Well Sun.” She started, gaining his attention again. “What spot should I get next?” Sun blushed, his rays shrinking and spinning slowly. “Uhm…well…” He pulled his legs back a bit, trying to signal her to the last spot. Another really ticklish spot both he and Moon shared. She looked back to one of his trapped legs and chuckled. “Ah. I see…” She moved her arms to release his legs and then proceeded to change his position, having him lay across her arms now. “Last spot and you should be all cured yea?” Sun giggled giddily and nodded up at her. His rays spun at an even pace as Ana made sure the daycare attendant was comfortable and snuggled up against her chest fur while she brought her tail around and wrapped the end around his ankles, the fluffy fur on the tip dangerously close to his soles. “Ready baby?” “R-ready mama…” Ana nodded as her tail dusted along the paw pads on his feet, along the arches and his heels. The star themed DCA let out a squeak and covered his face with his hands as titters escaped him. He tried to pull his feet away and wave them around but Ana’s tail kept them from going anywhere. Then the fur went right for the toes. “EEP! NONONO! NAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOES! IHIHIHIT TIIHIHIICKLES SO MUHUHUHUCH!!” Ana hummed lovingly. “Now you can say the word huh? I must have you in absolute tickly bliss~” 

Her next move flossed the fur between each toes on his right foot slowly. It got a squeal out of Sun as he tried to twist his body and yank his legs back. “OHOHOHO STAHAHARS SNORT THAHAHATS SO-SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” “Oh that’s bad huh? And to think it’s just my tail.” Ana teased. “Maybe the last of that nasty disease will be gone if I do….this!” Her tail released his ankles, her paw shooting over to start scratching lightly at the arch and paw pads of one foot. “BWAHAHAA! MAMAAHAHAAA NONO! NAHAHAHAHAOO CLAHAHAHAHAHAWS SNORT SQUEAAAAAH!!” She earned another loud scream of laughter as her claws tickled at his toes, scratching at the stems of the toes before getting at the little beans. Sun pulled his legs back and waved his foot around to try and evade the claws but Ana would follow closely or simply switch to the other foot which made the cycle only repeat. “AHAHAHAOKAHAHAY OKAHAHAHAY! RED REHEHEHED!!” Hearing that, Ana stopped quickly. Sun relaxed and caught his breath, titters and giggles still flowing out of him. Ana licked and kissed his upper crescent before pressing foreheads with him. “Better sugastar?” Sun nodded with a happy tickle drunk giggle. “Eheheheh…Yehehes..” 

He let out a yawn and curled up on his side, facing his mother’s chest. He nuzzled and cuddled against her. Ana smiled before she gently wrapped her jaws around his middle and carried him over to her little nest that she and her boys always stayed together in. She laid down and gently placed the sunny DCA in the middle of blankets and pillows. She pulled a blanket over him and nuzzled him. Sun giggled and hugged her snout. “Thank you mama…” “For what honey?” “For caring…” Sun yawned. “For being our mom…” “Oh sugar…” Ana cooed as she curled herself around him. “I don’t need thanks for that. I love you boys more than the world itself. I’d do anything to help you keep a true smile…” Sun hummed sleepily, curling up again and hugging a pillow. “Us too mama…” Ana smiled softly, seeing that sleep was very quickly taking him. She bonked foreheads with him again. “Get some sleep my sweet lil sunshine…tomorrow’s a new day.” 

“Love you Mama…” “I love you too, Firefly. I love you both so very much.” She heard the light snoring suddenly start up, a whistle escaping with each exhale. Ana lied her head down beside him. “Sweet dreams Sunny…” She smiled and shut her eyes, knowing soon enough, Moon would come out and wake for his patrols and she’d want to spend some time with him too.

FIN

[mirkwoodshewolf]

No following; Planet of the apes fanfic Chap. 9

*Author's note*

Now here is where the story plot truly takes a shine as Lin and Caesar finally stand before each other and Lin tries to get the dam up and running along with Malcolm and his team, all the while trying to hide her past from the rest of the surviving people of San Francisco.

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@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@queen-paladin

@psychosupernatural

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I woke up like clockwork at the butt-crack of dawn.  Jesus even with these pills I still can’t escape military protocol.  For once I’d like to sleep eternally without waking up.  I stretched myself out like a cat before getting up and walked over to the kitchen to see Malcolm and his family eating breakfast.

“Morning Lin.” Malcolm greeted me.

“Morning everyone.”

“How did you sleep?” asked Ellie.

“As fine as anyone can these days.” I responded.  Malcolm stood up from the table and handed me a plate filled with food rations.  “No.”

“Come on, even someone as hardcore as you needs to eat.” He told me.

“I eat breakfast, I just eat my own. I’m not taking parts of your family’s rations.”

“Everyone in the colony looks after each other. It’s how we’ve managed to survive this long. And like it or not you are a part of the colony now. Please Lin.” I looked between Malcolm and his family before hesitantly reaching out for the plate.

When suddenly the alarms started blaring throughout the entire colony.  Already we could hear people from outside people starting to race down the stairs in a panic.

“Get dressed.” I ordered as I grabbed my rifle and was the first to leave their little home.

By the main gate, the crowd was in a panicked uproar as I tried to make my way up towards the catwalk where Dreyfus stood.  Once I got to the stairway, I ran over to him and was shocked at what I saw just over the wall.

Caesar stood there riding a black stallion wearing what appeared to be war paint covering his entire body, and behind him was a whole army of apes bearing the same style of war paint as he did.  Some riding on horses, but every single one of them held a spear in hand to let all of us know they meant business.

“That’s a hell of a lot more than 80!” Dreyfus said over the alarm.  I turned to see that Malcolm had now joined up with us.

“It’s a scare tactic!” I proclaimed over the sound of the alarm.

“A what?!”

“They’re trying to intimidate us! Show us their numbers and size! If they wanted us dead they wouldn’t just be standing there! But you idiots start firing your guns and there will be bloodshed!” I then went down just as the alarms were cut off and the doors began to open.

There I was the first to walk out and keep my focus solely on Caesar.  I still can’t believe that he’s really alive, I can’t believe I had given up on him surviving the forest fires, he is after all a very special chimp.

“Lin!” I heard Dreyfus call out to me.  But I ignored him as I slowly walked closer to Caesar before I briefly paused.  Caesar kept his eyes on me before urging his horse forward and I resumed my walking until finally the two of us stood before the other.  Time and the world almost seemed to fade away as it was just the two of us.

The brief softness in his eyes as he looked at me quickly hardened as he turned his attention towards the colony and he proclaimed.

“APES!” hearing him speak made chills go up my body but it filled everyone else (besides Malcolm and the others who heard him speak yesterday) with fear.  Caesar continued, “DO NOT…WANT. WAR! BUT WILL…FIGHT! IF. WE MUST!” he then turned to a younger male chimp and gave him a nod.

The younger male got off his horse and in his hand he held Alexander’s bag that he had left behind after we got startled by Caesar and the apes.  The young male chimp had the exact same war paint as Caesar did and he did resemble Caesar a bit from when he was that age, could this be his son?

He held out the bag but as I went to grab it, he dropped it at my feet before turning around and headed back to his horse.  I reached down and grabbed Alexander’s bag before turning back to Caesar.  His eyes glaring at the colony as he proclaimed while pointing behind him.

“APE HOME!” he then pointed at the colony’s building, “HUMAN. HOME!” His eyes then turned to me, his face still stern but his eyes glaring at me not as threatening but he still wanted me to know. “Do not come back.”

I gulped harshly as I tried to keep my emotions at bay as Caesar then urged his horse and his people away.  As all the apes soon left, there was one ape that lingered behind.  From his war paint I could see the scarred side of his face and his eyes were blazing with nothing but hatred.

He remained glaring down at me growling lowly as he stayed there until almost every single ape had left before he too finally left to join the others.  I let out an exhale but I knew that this was only the calm before the storm.

And boy was I right.  The second the apes had left the city, the colony was in a panicked uproar.  Everyone crowding each other as they clamored and try to outvoice the other’s panic.

I stuck to the far back as I could so that I wouldn’t be caught up in the panicked crowd.  Now this is exactly how I remembered this building to be.  Hundreds of thousands of people in a state of mindless panic, too afraid and too stupid to allow anyone to speak to them, and now I’m just waiting for the accusations to start happening.

“EVERYBODY! PLEASE! WE ARE ALL IMMUNE!” Dreyfus called out using a megaphone.  “WE ARE ALL IMMUNE OR WE STILL WOULDN’T BE HERE!”

“HOW DID THEY FIND US!?” proclaimed one man as the crowd then roared in agreement.

“WE FOUND THEM!” Dreyfus answered.

“YOU KNEW THEY WERE OUT THERE!” proclaimed another man.

“WHAT IF THEY COME BACK!?” screamed out a woman.  The crowd all cried out agreeing with the woman, to which Dreyfus told them.

“IF THEY COME BACK—IF THEY COME BACK, THEY’LL BE SORRY THEY EVER DID!” The crowd slowly began to die down but I could still feel the paranoia in the air.  “NOW, THIS CITY MAY NOT HAVE THE MANPOWER IT ONCE DID, BUT IT HAS THE FIREPOWER. THOSE STOCKPILES LEFT BEHIND BY FEMA, THE NATIONAL GUARD, WE HAVE IT ALL. LOOK…”

Dreyfus paused for a moment to compose himself as he spoke his next speech into the megaphone.

“I KNOW WHY YOU’RE SCARED. I’M SCARED TOO, BELIEVE ME. BUT I RECOGNIZE THE TRUST YOU’VE ALL PLACED IN ME. WE’VE BEEN THROUGH HELL TOGETHER!” Trust me Dreyfus, you don’t know the first thing about hell.

Yeah San Fransisco began ground zero from when the outbreak hit, then the riots and civil unrest but that’s only a taste of what I’ve seen in the rest of the world.  They’ve been through hell, but I have seen it with my own two eyes.

“BUT YOU ALL KNOW WHAT WE’RE UP AGAINST. WE’RE ALMOST OUT OF FUEL. WHICH MEANS NO MORE POWER, WHICH MEANS WE COULD SLIP BACK TO THE WAY THINGS WERE THAT DAM UP THERE WAS THE ANSWER. NOW WE JUST HAD NO IDEA THEY WERE UP THERE TOO.”

“SO WHAT DO WE DO NOW!?” exclaimed another woman as the crowd went into another uproar.

“WE FIND ANOTHER WAY…” the crowd slowly quietened down as Dreyfus continued, “BECAUSE THAT POWER….IS NOT JUST ABOUT KEEPING THE LIGHTS ON. IT’S ABOUT GIVING US THE TOOLS TO RECONNECT TO THE REST OF THE WORLD. TO FIND OUT WHO ELSE IS OUT THERE!” some people started nodding and doing hail Mary’s.  “SO THAT WE CAN START TO REBUILD…..AND RECLAIM….THE WORLD WE LOST.” With that being said, the crowd dispersed and everyone went on trying to get back to their normal routine.

Both Malcolm and I waited for Dreyfus in the hallway near his sleeping quarters.  As Dreyfus came up Malcolm said.

“That was a great speech.”

“Yeah, did you write it down first or did it just pop into your head?” I asked snidely.

“Lin not now.” Malcolm warned me.  He stood up and told Dreyfus, “There is no alternative power source. That dam is the only option.” Dreyfus slowly walked towards us before saying.

“Well, then we fight them.” I chuckled madly.  “What you think that’s funny Lin?” Dreyfus demanded.

“I think it’s hilarious. Cause this just proves why humanity lost more lives than the Simian Flu. Humans are always so quick to violence. Intelligent thinking, that’s just a bunch of egotistical bullshit. Just because someone has bigger balls than you, you think it’s alright to start a war.”

“They’re animals Lin. They may have the numbers but we have the fire power, just as I said.”

“Yeah but you underestimate your opponents and they’ll find your weakness. Apes were already smarter than humans before given the drug, now they’re beyond intelligent. If you want a war, you’ll fight without my help.”

“Then what else would you suggest? We’re two weeks from running out of fuel, maybe three tops. And once that happens, I won’t be able to go out there with a bullhorn and calm everybody down.” He said as he walked up to me, the two of us standing almost chest to chest with each other.  But I held my stance as I had my arms crossed. 

He then turned to Malcolm and walked over to him and stood across from him saying.

“We need that power to get the radio transmitter working. It’s our only chance of reaching the outside world. We have to find other survivors.”

“Yeah, there’s not that many of us left. We can’t afford any more casualties.” Malcolm agreed.  Hate to tell yah boys but you won’t find much luck in the outside world.  The places I have seen, they’ve been wiped out completely of any chance of human contact.

As the two of them went on about how they founded the colony together, I stepped aside and took some deep breaths.  This whole world created because my uncle wanted to save my grandpa’s life.  To give him a second chance…..sometimes I wonder if it’s a blessing or a curse. And if any of these guys find out that I’m directly related to the man who caused all this…..God help me.

“Let me go back up there.” I then stated.  The two men stopped and looked at me.  I turned back to them and I continued, “I can go up there and talk to him. Just give me a few days and….”

“And what if it backfires? What if he gets violent? I mean, how do you know that he’ll even understand you?”

“War is the last thing he wants, or don’t you remember what he just said? The apes don’t want war, but if you give them a reason to, they will. They could’ve ambushed us and slaughtered us all in the dead of night, they didn’t. They could’ve started the war right there at our doorstep, but they didn’t. Shall I go on?” Dreyfus was beyond words then Malcolm said.

“I’ll go too.” I gave him a harsh glare but he said, “I don’t doubt you Lin but you’ll need a team of workers and one in particular who knows how the dam works.” I let out a groan at the mention of Carver’s name.  He turned to Dreyfus and said, “Give us three days, if we don’t get the dam working in three days, we’ll do it your way.” Dreyfus took a long pause to ponder and gather his thoughts.

“I’m gonna take some men up to Fort Point, I’m gonna go through the armor, I’m gonna see what’s still working. Three days. You’re not back here in three days, we’re going up there and we’re gonna kill every last one of them.”

 My heart clenched and my blood boiled but I kept my emotions down.  I couldn’t risk exposing the truth now.

“Deal.” Malcolm said as the two men turned to me.

“Agreed. I’ll tell Kemp and Foster, you can talk to trigger-happy douchebag.” I said heading back down the stairs to find Foster and Kemp to let them know what was going on.

I managed to the two lug heads and I informed them of what Dreyfus and Malcolm had decided to do.  I helped them load the trucks and soon the rest of the team came along, including Ellie and Alexander.  Normally I’d try to convince Malcolm to leave his kid behind cause I can’t guarantee his safety, but truthfully he’s better at his dad’s side with the apes than staying here with a bunch of triggered, paranoid humans.

Once we got the trucks all packed up once again with the supplies we needed, as well as camping gear Carver took the driver’s seat and he led us on the drive back to the Redwoods.

As we drove along, the weather suddenly shifted from cloudy to rainy once again.  The rain was hard and heavy and without human interference to keep Mother Nature at bay, it practically made it impossible to navigate the winding roads but somehow Carver actually managed to get us back to the main entrance of the red woods.

“No one gets out of the trucks. No one.” I said after Carver cut off the engine. “If I’m not back in two hours….”

“I’m coming in after you.” Malcolm interrupted me.

“No. You all will head back to the city.”

“Lin.”

“I mean it Malcolm. I’m not letting anyone else get hurt. No one back at the colony would care if I got lost. But if any of you get hurt, Dreyfus wouldn’t hesitate to go back on his word. You all go back to the city and not say a word to anyone. Promise?” Malcolm and I had a hard staring contest at each other before he relented.

“Alright.” I pulled up my poncho hood and opened the car door before leaving and headed up the trail.

The mud was extra slippery and the rain felt like being pelted by paintballs.  But I pushed on and followed the same road path until I came to the trail where we first came across the apes yesterday.  I heard a rustle of a bush and I quickly turned before slowly taking out my sniper rifle.

I heard the rustle again and I slowly raised my gun up, my eye resting over the scope but soon a familiar white figure came out from the bushes.

“Kiba.” I said setting the gun down.  His piercing yellow eyes stared at me and he let out a huff.  “Are the others alright? The apes didn’t find you did they?” his ear twitched as he continued to stare at me.  “All these years of talking to Caesar make me forget that you can’t sign, let alone talk. Now I don’t know if you can really understand me, but I understand. It was the apes that got to you and Tsume that day, wasn’t it? Do you remember where their home was?”

Kiba’s eyes remained fixated on me before he hopped off the boulder and walked ahead.  He stopped and turned to look back at me and he let out a grunt.  I picked up my gun and followed behind the large white wolf.

He took me further up steep hills and sharp down drops and when I began to see all the animal skulls decorated above the trees, I had a feeling in my stomach that I was close.  Kiba then stopped and growled anxiously, his head down as his eyes stared straight ahead.  His body stiff and his fur began riling up on end even through the rain.

“Okay, I won’t let you walk any further, I’ll take it from here. Go rejoin the others.” Kiba looked up at me and I gave him a head gesture to go back.  He let out a huffed bark before heading off back into the woods.  I looked back at the animal skulls.  Some hanging off of tree branches or trunks, other tied by string almost as if they were decorations.  “While we’ve done reefs, flags, and banners for decorations, apparently apes prefer the elephant graveyard look as part of their exterior design.”

I followed the animal skulls until I came up to a small pathway, and the second I turned into it, I was greeted by desolate fortress.  When the military had burned the Redwoods all those years ago, they didn’t start at the very entrance of the forest, no they went for the heart of it in hopes that it would cut off any escape routes the apes could take.

But through this desolation they survived and now they’ve turned it into a fortress of wood and mud with a large gateway entry up ahead of the muddy pathway.  Some of the wood had been sharpened like spears and were pointed outward as a warning to any and all that may enter. 

“I would make a King Kong joke right about now but A) it’s not the time, and B) the fact I’m literally about to walk into the World of apes, isn’t something to joke about.” I said to myself as I pushed onward and walked towards the gateway.

As I walked under the bridge, my heart was racing and a hundred thoughts were going through my head.  There’s no way this place is just left here unguarded.  There had to be something waiting for me, a boobytrap, a guard, or an ambush.  Something.  There’s no way Caesar would just leave this place unguarded, especially now.

The sound of soft clanking suddenly caught my attention and I slowly closed my eyes as I felt my body tighten up.  Ever so slowly I turned around and opened my eyes to reveal a large, silverback gorilla coming out from the side of the fortress wall.

He growled lowly as he stood over me, showing me his dominance and size over me.  I raised my hands in surrender as I said.

“Please, I need to speak with Caesar.” I said while remembering to not make direct eye contact.  Caroline taught me that unlike chimps, direct eye contact to gorillas is a sign of a challenge, so it’s always best to not make direct eye contact with them.  The silverback continued to stare me down until it let out a loud roar.

I let out a yelp as I crouched down trying to make myself as small as possible but I looked up and soon saw more gorillas coming out from each side of the fortress.  I soon found myself surrounded by about 5 maybe seven silverbacks and the one who let out the call huffed at the others.

I bit my lip trying to suppress any sound as I buried myself into the mud and tried to stay as still as I could (even though my body was shaking with absolute fear).  I heard some of them sniffing at me, huffing and grunting as they spoke to each other before I felt a tug at my ankles.  I was at first dragged aways before two more gorillas grabbed me by the arms and they began to carry me further into the Ape Fortress.

I could only look above me as chimps and bonobos swung and leapt over the roof over me, chattering and shrieking frantically.  Letting everyone in the troop know that a human had entered their home.  Maybe this was a mistake, any of these apes could easily kill me, hell I could’ve been ripped apart by the silverbacks just earlier but being beaten to death by thousands of apes did not sound like a way I’d want to go out.

After what felt like an eternity, I was soon dropped to the ground before being pulled up by my poncho.  I kept my hands above my head as I now stood before an army of chimps and bonobos.

A moment ago it had been an uproar of apes sounding out the alarm of my arrival, but the second I was forced to stand up an eerie silence now hung in the air.  All the apes glared at me, especially a scarred bonobo that looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t remember.

He slowly came up to me as he stood on the opposite side of me where the silverback who first saw me stood at my left side.  Cautiously I walked forward, keeping my arms raised in surrender as the apes all crowded around me but allowed me passage.

I tried to put my focus onto the various nests and buildings that had been built within the fortress.  Caesar had built such a home for these apes, that I couldn’t be any prouder, and I know the rest of the family would’ve been proud too, especially uncle Will.  And speaking of which, at the top of a large stone platform, Caesar soon stood on top of it, his posture tall and firm as he looked down at me.

When I was now at the stone’s platform, the scarred bonobo and the silverback pushed me into the mud by my shoulders as I let out a grunt.

“Please, please.” I spoke up.  I looked up at Caesar and he looked down at me, a hint of disappointment in his green eyes.  “I know Caesar, I know. No following. But I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.” I made sure to stay on my knees, not to make any sudden movements and kept my hands on behind my head now.  “Just hear me out.” I asked him.  “They’re scared Caesar, the people at the colony are scared and almost losing hope. But there’s something here, something in your part of the woods that the colony needs.”

“HUMAN LIES!!” the bonobo to my right exclaimed which caused the apes to uproar.

“NO! NO! I’m not lying!” I tried to tell them.  I turned back to Caesar and pleaded, “You know I would never lie to you, when have I ever lied to you? Please believe me!” the apes continued to cry out but Caesar remained stoic on top of his rock as he looked down at all of us.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the spear that the bonobo had, he now flipped over and had the spear part of it pointed directly at me ready to skewer me if Caesar gave the command.  Tears filled my eyes as I mouthed out another please to Caesar, desperate for him to see reason.

He held up his hand and all went silent once again.  I couldn’t hear anything but the sound of my heart racing in my ears.  But soon Caesar spoke.

“Show….me.” a strong wave of relief came over me after he had said that.  But my relief soon turned to fear was I heard a growl from behind me and from my peripheral vision I saw the spear ready to skewer my like a wild boar. “NO!!!!” Caesar cried in an uproar.

He jumped from the platform and took the spear away from the bonobo.  The two of them staring each other down before the bonobo relented.  Caesar turned back to face me, he slowly extended his hand out and gently grabbed my arm and helped me stand up.

“Show. Me.” He said again.  I nodded then Caesar signed out. ‘Ape Council, follow her.’ Caesar then turned to me and gave me a nod.  I then walked out and the selected few apes followed behind Caesar and I.

Following Carver’s directions, I took them deeper into the woods until we came to the river where a small beach-like area rested along the mountains and just across the river was the dam.  Of course I would’ve preferred if he had told me that we had to walk across a wet, narrowed log path to get to the dam but that’s Carver for yah.

I took a deep breath and slowly took a step onto the logs.  Already my foot started to slip as the log also began wobbling beneath my foot.  I got lower and tried to climb on top like an ape but all that did was make me fall off and land on the other logs.

“Goddamn that hurts.” I groaned.  I got up and saw as all the apes were now just staring at me.  I got up brushing off the pain and said, “It’s right across the lake. It’s the only safe way to cross.” I tried again but my muddy hand once again forced me to slip and I landed this time face first into the logs.  “Oh Carver I’m going to kick your ass.” I groaned softly.

I got up again but before I could try again, Caesar stopped me and I turned to him saying.

“No, no I can do this. I swear this time I’ll get it.” I glared at the logs and proceeded to walk up them once again, I got a bit further but just when I thought I could safely stand up, the log shifted and I went rolling down the logs and into the river.

I breached with a gasp as I rubbed my face of the runny mud.  Is this my karma? Cause if it is, this is beyond embarrassing.  It’d be bad enough if Malcolm or any of the others saw me but I’m humiliating myself in front of Caesar and his people.  I swam back to shore before walking along the pebbled shore and I let out a sharp sigh and extended my arms out in surrender.

“I got wet.” I heard what sounded like a mixture of a chuff and a laugh from the scarred bonobo as Caesar came up to me.  “Once again you beat me in the art of balance. I never did get better at it. But I swear to you there’s no other way to get to the dam other than this way. However I wasn’t told just how’d we cross it, I thought there’d be like a more modern bridge to get us there but nooo.” Caesar looked at me pitifully before grunting out.

“Luca.” The silverback gorilla who I met at the entrance of the gate came forward and Caesar signed to him. ‘Carry her.’ Luca grunted in annoyance but one look from Caesar and Luca trudged up to me.  He let out a few grunts before picking me up and placing me on his back.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he now climbed up the logs and successfully walked across them, followed by the others.  I buried my face into Luca’s fur ashamed and said to him.

“I’m so sorry.” Luca didn’t respond as he continued to walk across the bridge.  Finally we reached the end of the bridge and arrived at the entrance to the dam.  Luca set me down and I went up to the metal door and muttered. “Alright, military strength don’t fail me now.” I grabbed a hold of the metal handle and pushed it downward before forcing the door open.

Letting out a few grunts as I pushed the door with all my might until finally it cracked open with a loud screech.  I smirked and pushed the door further inward until the door was fully opened.

“Holy shit. The cowardly bastard was right.” I muttered.  I turned to Caesar and said, “Follow me.” I entered inside and walked down the staircase where the main controls were as I explained, “This is what we used to call a ‘small hydro.’ It was built to service areas to the north of here, but we’ve been working to reroute the power lines to the city. The city used to run on nuclear power but that all burned out years ago, so we’ve been using diesel generators and gasifiers. But if we can just get this dam working, then we have a shot at restoring limited power.”

Caesar and the rest of the apes merely looked at me.  I came down from the main control panels and stood before Caesar.

“I made a fool of myself out there trying to walk the bridge, please tell me I made at least some sense in explaining all that.”

“The….lights.” Caesar said to me.  I smiled a true genuine smile for what felt like—an eternity as I nodded to him.

“Yes. Yes the city lights.” I looked back at all the apes before diverting my attention back to Caesar. “This is your home, I know that. And we don’t want to take any of it away from you. And I know it’s been a decade since we last saw one another, but I swear to you, on my life, that if you allow us to work here—”

“You…brought others?” the scarred bonobo sneered as he walked over to me.  But Caesar kept both him and the other two apes that stood behind the bonobo at bay.

“Only a few.” I said looking at him, trying to show him that I wasn’t afraid of his intimidation tactics anymore.  I turned back to Caesar and continued my statement, “If you allow us to work here, we’ll leave. Good or bad outcome we’ll leave your home and never come back. No following.” I then did something that surprised the apes.

I got down to my knees and extended my right hand into the supplicating gesture that Caesar used to do for us.  I heard the apes all gibbering and hooting in awe.  I didn’t look up at Caesar, I wanted him to know that he was in control of the decision and that I wouldn’t try to suade him with a look in my eyes.

“No…guns.” I heard him say.  I looked up at him and repeated.

“No guns?”

“No….guns.” he said in a more firmer tone.  I nodded and repeated this time in understandment.

“No guns.” I bowed my head again and this time I felt his fingers brush across my palm, accepting my gesture and the deal.

I stood up and with one arm raised up, but with my free hand I remove my rifle strap from my chest.  Ever so slowly I took it off my shoulders and made sure to not grab it with my other hand.  I then held out the rifle to him and he looked at me.

“You said no guns.” He then took my rifle out of my hand and handed it to a balding chimpanzee who let out a few grunts of anger as he stared at my sniper rifle.  “Thank you.”

[somuchbetterthanthat]

Jonelias week!! Day 3 - Confrontation / Gaslamp Fantasy AU (which I sort of assumed was steampunk?) Don't forget to check out and reblog @kalgalen's fantastic art!!!

“Hello, Jon.”

The greeting reverbates all around Jon, who steps into the dark room all the same, jaw clenched and gun raised carefully in front of him. Jonah’s voice echoes in his ears, lower and rustier than Jon remembers, but still much too pleased:

“I thought you might find me; in truth, I was hoping it would be you. It’s fitting, isn’t it?”

Jon tries to swallow back a wave of anger. He’s not sure he gets it all when he snaps: “Show yourself. You can’t have changed so much that you like lurking in the dark now.”

Jonah laughs. It seems like it’s coming from everywhere. Despite himself, Jon shivers, heart going out of rhythm for a few seconds.

“I have changed,” his old mentor admits. On Jon’s left, a sudden, single point of light appears, cold and grey; Jon almost shoots, but then another one comes, and another, and another and —oh god, what— “One might even say I made myself entirely new.”

There is a mechanical whirr behind Jon, his sole warning before he feels something cold and hard try to seize him. He twists away, hits whatever was going to grab him with the cross of the gun, takes a step on the right and stumbles against something else. It is not a wall. It is not an object. He can feel a pulse, the slow tap-tap-tap of a heart, drumming against his back. 

“Show yourself,” he repeats, staring at the wave of grey lights. They’re all pointed towards him. They’re all staring at him, mild and amused, waiting for him to catch up like — like — 

“I am,” says Jonah’s voice. Behind him, next to him, in front of him.

“God,” Jon murmurs, horrified. “How many?” he asks. “How many did you—”

“You’re a researcher, Jon, like I am; you know how long it can take, to reach the answer you hoped for.”

The dark suddenly feels oppressive. Not because of what’s hidden, but because of what Jon knows. Because of what he can see. He is surrounded. He tries to count the lights, then realises the exact number doesn’t matter. He is swimming into a sea of automatons, all of them probably just awaiting a word from Jonah to get rid of him. Is the real Jonah even here? Jon came alone, like a fool, because he thought this was his fight to finish, no matter what the others had said; no matter what he’d promised Mart— this had begun with Jonah and him, in a way. This couldn’t end any other way. He’d thought… He’d thought Jonah might hesitate to kill him the way he wouldn’t the rest of them. 

Idiot. No matter what his heart whispered, Jonah had proven time and time again he didn’t mind hurting him. Had planned to hurt him, for years —

But, no. No. I was hoping it would be you. Jonah is evil, but he is a smug, sentimental prick. He is here, somewhere. He’s too arrogant not to be. He’s too attached. 

“So this is it,” Jon says, not trying to hide his disgust and awe. “That’s your immortality? Copper and cogs? However will you eat your favourite cakes?”

Jonah’s laugh ripples again amongst the machines. “It’s a start,” he tells him. “This is as far as science and esoterism will take me for now, and I accept it. Better copper than dust, Jon. I have faith humanity will keep on growing and discovering as we go, and there will be time to adapt again in the future.”

Jon knows Jonah’s voice better than he ever likes to admit. He used to study it, all the small inflections he could learn from it. A secret thrill. Once, Jon had thought he might be the one who would get to see all of Jonah. It’s ironic that he got his wish in the worst possible way. It is fortunate that it’s what allows him, as Jonah continues to speak, to move very quietly among the automatons, trying to figure out which of the voices misses that low, undercurrent rumbling. 

And there. A single place of darkness in the sea of eyes, and warmth —

His gun hits flesh. The new electric lamps in the room all light up at once, blinding Jon for a full minute. His eyes flutter in pain before he can meet Jonah’s gaze, cool and piercing and still entirely human, his eyebrows raised in genuine affection and appreciation. 

“Oh Jon,” he says with a smile, and Jon’s anger comes back all at once, threatening to suffocate him.

“It’s over,” he snarls. “It’s over. You’re not getting it. You’re dying, tonight, and all your creations with you.”

“All of them?” Jonah asks, raising a hand as if to touch Jon. Jon took the gun’s safety off. Jonah stills. “You won’t kill me, Jonathan. You don’t have it in you.”

“Don’t I?” Jon growls. “Did you not think that your actions would have consequences? You’re not the only one who’s changed, Jonah.”

“I didn’t think you were one for vengeance,” Jonah remarks. Just a little bit more careful. 

“Vengeance?” Jon repeats. “This is justice. For all your victims. For Bennett, and Smirke, and Von Closen and… And Gertrude, Tim, Sasha—”

“Not you?” 

Jon stares at him. His heart is beating too loud in his chest. He will not be played. Not again. Not ever again. It’s easiest if you don’t think, Gerry had told him, long ago.

So Jon doesn’t think. “Goodbye, Jonah.” he breathes, and pulls the trigger.

[random-chaotic-bitch]

Siren's Song - Chapter 1

Alisha Kade had always wanted to be like her father Jackson.

It was always obvious she was close to her father. They had Nerd Nights every Friday, where they would binge their favorite old movies and eat popcorn. Jackson Kade taught his daughter to ride a bike when she was five, and later he taught her how to skateboard when she was ten. When she was eight, he taught her to play cards and chess. 

Alisha taught her dad some things too. She taught him how to understand the complex conversations she had with her friends. She taught him how to organize things. She taught him how to raise a daughter right.

There were also things they learned and did together, like how to build a bookshelf or dresser. They learned how to beat Ryara (Jackson's wife/Alisha's mom), at Monopoly. They learned how to paint a bedroom wall together and play pretend. 

Alisha and her dad were always close. Until the day they weren't. 

She tried to tell herself it started out as a normal day. She had gotten up and ready for school. She talked with her parents during breakfast. She had the same normal breakfast as every day, Rice Krispies with some cut-up strawberries and a glass of orange juice. But really, it wasn't a normal day.

Alisha could recall the exact moment her life turned upside down. She was sitting in Algebra 2, listening to her teacher ramble on about the joys of inequalities while praying for the clock to tick faster toward lunchtime. Her phone went off in the phone pouch by the door. It had to be hers, as she was renowned for NOT putting her phone on silent mode. 

Hushed giggles met her ears as her face flushed red. "I'm so sorry, can I just check it? I don't usually get messages during school, so..."

Her algebra teacher nodded and she rose from her seat, quickly retrieving her phone. It was her mother calling. "Mom? What's going on?"

Her mother sobbed. "Alisha, honey... Dad, he... he's dead."

The girl froze. Dead? But he was fine this morning!

Her mom continued. "There was an accident while he was driving to a client's house. The men in the other car were under the influence."

Alisha could barely register her mom's words as she fell to the floor. "No," she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Please, no. Please, let this be some cruel joke. Please," she begged. 

What happened next was a blur, but the only thing she could remember clearly after that was falling into her mother's arms, the both of them sobbing.

The accident, I remember quite well—such a shame. The two men in the other car died as well that day. Those two, plus Jackson Kade and a poor pedestrian caught in the middle made four deaths. Four souls, moving on to the next life. You'll see the number four is important to this story, better keep that in mind.

But Alisha. Back to Alisha, her mother, and now-dead father. 

The funeral was lovely. Alisha and her mother maintained composure, surprisingly well. Family and friends gave condolences. A lot of good it did, at least in the grieving fifteen-year-old's eyes. "I'm sorry"s couldn't bring back her dad. Nor could the "It's going to be okay"s or the more uncommon, "Hold tight to the memories you made,". No simple words, no matter how well intended, could bring back Jackson Kade.

Alisha reflected on that hell of a week two years later. The now seventeen-year-old sat in a park inside Ninjago City, under the shade of a tall tree. With her long blonde curls, honey-brown eyes, and dark blue work shirt, she looked just like her dad. Except she was alive, and he wasn't.

She got up, frustrated. Someone cleared their throat behind her, and she whirled around to see a strange-looking old man standing by the tree, with his head bowed. "Can I help you?"

He looked up at her, and young, angry eyes met wise, calm ones. The old man grinned. "Perhaps it is I who should ask you that question. Why are you so frustrated?"

Alisha sighed. This is going to go one of two ways. "I lost someone, two years ago. My mom... our relationship went from strained to downright broken. About a year and a half ago, I had enough. I left home and came here. My mother disowned me, and I have nothing left there to go back to."

The old man raised his eyebrows. "But?"

She groaned. "But, I still feel so conflicted! After a year and a half, can't I just be allowed to exist without guilt and grief from leaving?"

The old man nodded. "I see."

Alisha rubbed her forehead exhaustedly. "What about you? Why are you here? And why are you specifically looking for me?"

He grinned. "I guess you could say I have an eye for special talent. And I know a siren when I see one."

Alisha's jaw dropped. "You- but- how-" she sputtered, completely baffled. "No one here knows of my past, hell, I forget half the time!"

The old man chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. There was no doubt in Alisha's mind, this guy knew exactly what he was doing. He composed himself, looking up again at Alisha. "Well, sirena joven, how would you like to keep doing what you feel you're best at?"

The siren smiled upon hearing the language of her General and nodded. "You've got me intrigued. But I'm curious, why would you need a seventeen-year-old, ex-siren/force user on your side? More specifically, why do you want me to get involved?"

The old man nodded seriously. "Valid questions. An individual of your talent and skills, and your moral compass, would be willing to aid in the ever-lasting fight between good and evil, light and dark. I don't wish for anyone to have to get involved, but I have seen there is no other choice. At least I can choose the ones who are ready and willing to fight."

Alisha nodded. "I'll join your little ragtag team. How many others?"

The old man shook his head. "Patience. All good things come to those who wait."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. What do I call you then, friend?"

The old man grinned. "My name is Wu. To you, however, I am Sensei Wu."

Alisha smiled. "Well then, Sensei. My name is Alisha Kade."

[atths--twice]

Chapter Fourteen

Feeling better than he has in a while, Fox is set to relax for the weekend. But, will other plans surface? 😊

Saturday morning, Fox woke up with a smile. He felt light, like a burden had been lifted off of his chest. 

Since Samantha had been visiting, he had felt the weight there. As though he had been deceitful to Dana for not sharing his past when she had been so forthcoming with her own. He knew that he should not feel that way, but that did not stop it from happening. 

Rising and feeling energized, he made some coffee and toast. Sitting down at his desk, he opened his laptop and began to write, words and ideas begging to be captured in a document. 

Not until his stomach growled, did he realize he had been at it for hours. He had been lost in a story, a new idea erasing the book he had been working on entirely. He felt it in his soul that this was the story he needed to write, the characters practically shouting their hellos to him and to each other. 

He laughed as he stood up and stretched. Walking into the kitchen, he took out the containers of leftovers, smiling as he thought of Dana being the one who had put them there. Feeling his pockets, he realized his phone was in his room. Cutting a piece of lasagna and placing it into the microwave to reheat, he went to his room to retrieve his phone. 

Three messages were waiting when he pressed the home button and he smiled seeing that two of them were from Dana. Unlocking his phone, he opened the message app and read them. 

Thank you again for last night. We’ve been talking about it all morning. Ivy had so much fun. She asked me to ask you to please say hello to Oink for her. 😊

Oh also, she left her bracelets there. Could you please bring them to the diner on Monday? She says she doesn’t need them until then because she got another present this morning and will get one tomorrow. Today was rainbow ribbons and tomorrow will be a paint by number set. Shhh… 

He grinned as he went to read the other message from Samantha. 

Hey, big brother. How was the lasagna? Didn’t eat it alone, did you? I sure hope not. 😉 Anyway, here are the Christmas lists for the boys you had asked for the other day. I swear, I need to just make one list as they want nearly the exact same things, but… They are really into Legos and the book series on the lists. Or anything else that strikes your fancy. 😊

Sammy Bammy, he typed back. Lasagna was superb, as usual. No, I did not eat it alone, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know. Dana and Ivy came over to join me. We talked after Ivy fell asleep on the couch, about Mom and Dad. It felt cleansing to talk about it with her. She’s… well… 

He stared at his words, debating whether to keep the last two. Pressing send before he could dwell too long, he let out a breath. It was not as though Samantha did not already know, but it felt different seeing it in a message. 

She’s a fan of yours, he continued, writing another message. Loves your product, has for years. So, I’m gonna need another box, because mine seems to have disappeared from the apartment. 

He smiled as he pressed send again and almost immediately saw she was typing back, the three dots bouncing as she wrote her response. Whatever he had been expecting, it was not what came through. 

A massive amount of smiley faces with heart eyes and ones with hearts around them, along with red and pink hearts filled the reply bubble, growing large before slamming and settling as a regular message. He laughed loudly as he hit replay, watching the message shake and then settle. 

The dots again appeared and he waited. 

Fox, that makes me so happy to hear. Or read. 😊 I really liked her, as I said, and I can see she’s been good for you. ❤️ 

I’ll send a box to you asap. I’ll add some new things I hadn’t included for you, specifically for Dana and Ivy. I’m so glad she likes them. Please tell her thank you. And for more than just liking the product. ❤️💕

He grinned as he sent a quick thank you back to her and assurance that he would look at the Christmas lists. She sent back two hearts and said goodbye. 

The microwave beeped, reminding him that his lasagna was waiting. Walking back to the kitchen, he checked it and added another minute to the time. 

Looking at the sink, he grinned and reached for Oink and then Ivy’s bracelets that had been left behind. Placing them gently around Oinks neck, he snapped a quick picture and opened his messages again. 

Hey there, he typed in reply to Dana’s message. Oink says hello and to tell you she will keep the bracelets safe until Monday. She loves the way they look on her and while she knows that Ivy must miss them, she is happy to borrow them for a couple of days. Have a good weekend. 

He added the picture of Oink and pressed send, smiling at the sight of the pig sponge wearing so many colorful bracelets. Laughing, he set the phone on the counter and took out the lasagna from the microwave that was sounding a reminder once again. 

Sitting down at his desk to eat and continue writing, his phone beeped as he stood up to get a glass of water. 

An audio message from Dana made him smile as he pressed play and Ivy’s voice came through the speakers. 

“Oink looks so beautiful with the bracelets. Now she’s a rainbow pig. I think she likes them. She’s smiling. See, Mommy? She’s happy.” 

“Yes, love, she is happy. Tell Fox and Oink thank you.” 

“Oh yeah. Thank you, Fox and Oink. Mommy will bring them to me on Monday and you can wear them until then.” 

She snorted loudly and Dana laughed before the message cut off. Fox laughed heartily, shaking his head and listening to it again before walking back to his desk as he double tapped their message and added a heart to it. 

Sitting down, he became lost in the story he was writing, chuckling sporadically at the memory of Ivy’s loud snort and Dana’s surprised laughter. 

____________

Sunday, after staying up late lost in his writing, Fox slept in later than usual. Upon waking up, he decided to do something he had not done in awhile and go for a run. 

There were many people out already seizing the day to get things done. Shopping for Christmas gifts, meeting up for a mid-morning breakfast, talking and laughing as he ran past. 

He stopped for a breather near the water, pacing back and forth as he stood with his hands on his hips looking down at it. A man on a decorated bike rode by him, Christmas music playing from a speaker in a basket. He smiled at Fox as he continued on, the Santa hat with elf ears he wore, causing Fox to chuckle. 

Heading back home, he stopped and bought a coffee and a piece of crumbly coffee cake. Walking the last couple of blocks as he ate, and drank, he was lost in thought over the the character’s in his book, their conversations nearly as real as the ones going on around him. 

“Fox!” 

He raised his head and looked around, finding Dana and Ivy outside his building. Ivy waved excitedly and Dana smiled, as she held onto the handle of a teal blue collapsible wagon. 

“Hey,” he said, walking over to them with a grin, throwing out the bag from his coffee cake. “Did I miss something? Did you call me?” He took his phone from his pocket and saw that he had not missed any calls. He looked back at Dana and she shook her head. 

“No!” Ivy shouted with a smile. “We’re surprising you! Was it a good surprise?” She hopped up and down and he laughed with a nod. 

“It was a great surprise,” he said, glancing down inside the wagon and frowning when he saw its contents. “What’s all this?” 

“Well,” Dana said, clearing her throat and appearing slightly nervous. “Ivy and I were talking last night as we sat on the couch looking at our Christmas lights and we both realized something, or rather Ivy did.” 

“Oh? What’s that?” he asked, looking at Ivy and then down into the wagon again. 

“You don’t have any Christmas stuff in your house, Fox,” Ivy said and he turned his head toward her. “We have lots at our house, but you don’t have anything. Not any Santas or even one snowman.” She shook her head slowly, her face serious and he raised his eyebrows as he bit back a smile. 

“Oh, I see.” 

“You don’t even have a Christmas tree.” 

“You’re right, I don’t.” 

“I told Ivy,” Dana said, letting out a breath. “I said that maybe you haven't had a chance yet. Or maybe, because you only moved here recently, you haven’t unpacked yours yet.” She stared at him and smiled softly. “Or maybe… you don’t want to put things out?” 

He drew in a deep breath and understood what she was not saying. The concern she had for his feelings surrounding the holidays, the worry in her eyes, made him want to hug her. 

Instead, he smiled and nodded, looking back at the wagon full of many large paper bags, a couple of decorative boxes, and a box containing an artificial tree. 

“I actually don’t have any Christmas decorations. My sister is the one to have the decorations up at her house. I usually visit her on Christmas and so that’s all I really need. But you know, my place could do with some things. Hmm…” He touched a bag and peered inside, seeing snowmen and a smiling angel. He smiled and looked at Ivy. “These are from your house?” 

“Yes. I choosed some that we had set out in our apartment and some from the box we keep in the storage room,” she said, looking in one of the bags. “There’s a penguin that's my very favorite. I thought that Oink might like to meet her.” 

He laughed, his eyes flicking to Dana. She was smiling as she looked at Ivy, her eyes shining. 

“Well, I’m sure Oink will be delighted to have a new friend. Thank you for thinking of me, Ivy. That was very considerate.” 

“Does that word mean that I did something nice?” she asked, looking up at him and tilting her head to the side. 

“Yes,” he said, his smile growing. “That’s exactly what it means.” She smiled and clapped as he touched the puffball on top of her pink polka dotted beanie. “Let’s take this wagon full of stuff inside and get to decorating.” 

“Yay!” Ivy shouted and threw her arms in the air. 

He laughed and looked at Dana again, finding her eyes on him this time, a questioning expression on her face. He nodded and she let out a deep breath as she smiled slightly. 

Using his key fob, he opened the door, letting them walk inside first, Ivy chatting excitedly about the rest of the items they had brought over. Falling in step beside Dana, he placed a hand on her lower back and bent his head close to hers. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, saying nothing further, knowing she would understand. 

“You’re welcome,” she whispered back. He nodded and moved his hand to hold the elevator door open and allow Dana to enter with the wagon. 

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“I think it should go here,” Ivy said, climbing up on a stool and setting a ceramic Christmas tree on the counter. “I think that’s nice.” 

“Yeah, I like it,” Fox agreed and she grinned at him. 

Everything, save for the artificial tree, had been taken out of the wagon and unboxed and unbagged. They had been set on the dining room table and Fox had told Ivy to put the items anywhere she wanted. She had looked at him in disbelief and he had nodded with a smile. 

“You get to pick. Wherever you want to put them out,” he had assured her. 

She had walked around the table and the apartment, taking her time to make the decisions. Rearranging things at times, she had begun to place items, her eyes finding his and seeking approval. He had nodded encouragingly and she had grinned, nodding as she looked at the decoration. 

“Do you want this one by your bed?” Ivy now asked, picking up a smiling ceramic snowman that was holding a red bird on his stick finger. “He’s so happy.” 

“Ivy, no,” Dana said, starting to take the tree from the box. “Not the bedroom. It’s fine to have decorations there at our house, but we’ve discussed the bedrooms of other adults.” She looked at Ivy and she nodded seriously. 

“I know, Mommy. That’s why I was asking.” Ivy nodded again and Fox smiled, wanting to smooth things over.  

“Hey, how about the bathroom instead? Maybe the shelf? Or ohhh, how about in the shower? No one would ever expect to see that when they got in to take a shower. That might make them laugh.” 

“Oh! That’s a great idea!” Ivy said, turning to run to the bathroom and they heard her opening the shower door and giggling. 

“I told her she shouldn’t go into the bedrooms of adults,” Dana explained softly and he nodded. “For many different reasons.” 

“As you should,” Fox agreed, coming to help her with the tree. 

“My parents, though they always allowed us into their room, didn’t like us letting friends inside. I want her to have that same respect and not go into rooms she shouldn’t.” 

“Completely understandable,” Fox said, nodding his head. “My parents had an open/shut door policy. If it was open, everything was kosher, but if it was shut, you had to knock and be allowed entry. And absolutely no friends were allowed inside at any time.” 

“I had friends who let me into their parents' room without any concern, but it always made me feel anxious, like I was doing something wrong. As if I would get caught and be in trouble.” She smiled at him and he smiled back. 

“I understand how you feel. I think it’s good that she knows. For all the reasons.” He looked at her and she nodded in understanding. 

“The snowman looks good in the shower,” Ivy said, bouncing back into the room with a giggle. 

“Fantastic,” Fox said, clapping his hands together. “Now, Miss Ivy… we have the tree out and ready to be assembled, but where do you think we should put it?” 

“Right by the window,” she said quickly, running over to stand by the window, as though she had already been thinking about it. “That way when people look at it from other buildings, they will see it shining brightly.” She tipped her back and smiled, her arms outstretched.

“Well, then that’s settled,” he said, bringing over the pieces of the tree and setting them down. 

“Wait a second,” he said, snapping his fingers. “What have I been thinking? We need some Christmas music!” He smiled at Ivy and turned on the television, setting it to a Christmas music station and clapping his hands together. “Okay, let’s put this tree together. You keep setting out the decorations, Miss Ivy. Surprise us with your choices.” 

“Okay!” she said excitedly and he laughed. 

“The tree can be a little tricky,” Dana said, coming to stand beside him. “It’s kind of temperamental sometimes. I pinched myself with it once and had a blood blister for a few days.” 

“And you’ve decided to loan it to me? How very kind of you,” he teased, picking up the stand, putting it together, and adding the bottom piece. 

“Stubborn things and I go well together. I find the challenge satisfying,” she said, handing him the next piece with a smile and he chuckled. 

“I’ll be careful with the remaining pieces. Thanks for the warning.” She laughed and he looked at her with a smile. “Thank you for all of this, Dana. I wasn’t planning on doing anything. Not because of anything other than I just…” He shrugged and let out a breath. “It’s just me here and… well…” He shrugged again and she nodded in understanding. 

“I know. I doubt I’d have it all out if it was just me. Well, maybe just a few things, as it’s my favorite holiday, but also…” She shrugged and smiled again. “It’s fun with kids around. Allows you to have a large collection of snowmen without people questioning or judging you.” 

He laughed as he nodded and added the next piece of the tree. The top was handed to him and he smiled at her as he caught sight of Ivy waving a finger back and forth between two Santas. Landing on one, she grinned, picked it up, and walked into the kitchen. He smiled again and shook his head as he carefully added the last piece to the tree. 

Finished with it, he went to plug it in and found the cord would not reach the outlet without moving the tree or requiring the use of an extension cord. 

“Hmm,” he said, moving the tree and plugging it in, but not liking the placement of it. “I don’t think I have an extension cord. I’ll have to get one later.” 

“Or it could stay there,” Dana said as they looked at it, and he shook his head. 

“Nah, it needs to be in the window. I like it there too. I’ll get one la…” He broke off as he looked out onto the balcony and then to the dining room table. “There aren’t any lights in the stuff you brought, right?” 

“No. Why?” 

“Hmm… I think I may need to make a list. Now that I have all this up,” he said, waving a hand around. “I feel like I need to add more. Lights on the balcony, maybe some framing the window in here…” He raised his eyebrows and she laughed. 

“I fear we’ve created a monster.” 

“Do you want to come with me to find some more decorations?” he asked, feeling suddenly nervous. She smiled slowly and nodded her head. 

“I think we can do that,” she said softly and he let out a deep breath as he nodded. 

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Two hours later, they came back. Laughing as they took off shoes and coats, they once again unloaded the wagon and set things onto the table. 

Boxes of colorful lights were brought onto the balcony and set onto the coffee table. Fox took them out and he and Ivy carefully wrapped them through the slats and around the top of the railings. When he plugged them in, she sighed happily and nodded her head. 

They placed them around the window in and outside of the apartment, using little nails to hold the strands in place. He only hit his thumb once, but it was hard enough to bring tears to his eyes as he bit back the litany of curse words that wanted to escape. Dana rubbed his back, her lips pursed tightly together and mirth in her eyes, but she did not laugh. 

When everything was done and all the trash was thrown away, they sat on the couch while the winter sun went down. The room was full of the glow of Christmas lights as they ate bowls of the unicorn cotton candy ice cream. It was as sweet as he remembered, but he ate it all the same, smiling as he looked around the apartment. 

“It looks really great in here,” he said. “Thank you both for awakening the Christmas spirit in me.” 

“You’re welcome,” Ivy said, smacking her lips and wiping her mouth on the napkin beside her. 

“How does it feel in here, Ivy?” he asked, smiling down at her. 

She looked at the multicolored lights on the windows, the white ones on the artificial tree, and the yellowish lights coming from the small rotating village that sat on his desk. Her gaze traveled to the many figurines they could see, and finally landed on the Santa throw pillow on the couch. His cheeks were pink and he was grinning with a twinkle in his eyes. 

She let out a deep breath and laid her head against Fox’s arm, her ice cream forgotten for the moment. 

“It feels… revder… rev… reverent,” she said softly and he grinned as he exhaled a breath through his nose. 

“It does indeed,” he agreed, just as softly, his eyes on his bowl of ice cream before he looked around again, enjoying the quiet of the moment. 

All too soon, reality came calling, however. Dana and Ivy had to get home as Ivy had school in the morning. 

Bundling up, they all headed out, Ivy riding in the wagon as Fox pulled it. They played a game along the way, finding Christmas items that started with letters of the alphabet, laughing when they argued over who got them first. 

He fumbled with folding the wagon in the lobby of their building and Dana had to take over, teasing him over the ease of it. She took it down to the basement to put it away while he walked Ivy upstairs. 

Ivy hopped from one foot to the other as they waited at the front door, talking about school the next day. 

“Mondays are fun days. We get to bring things to share and we have extra reading time after lunch.” 

“That sounds fun,” he said and she stopped hopping to look up at him. 

“That’s why it’s Monday Fun Day.” 

“Oh,” he chuckled. “I see.” 

“Yeah,” she said, resuming her hopping. 

Dana arrived and he said goodnight to them, not wanting to keep them from their nightly tasks. Ivy hugged him tightly and then smiled as she ran inside, calling out her goodbyes. 

“Thank you again,” he said to Dana as she watched Ivy. Turning back to him, she smiled with a nod. 

“You’re welcome, again.” 

“You two have a nice rest of your night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled and she stepped forward to hug him, letting out a breath as he held her close. 

“Tomorrow,” she echoed, her voice muffled by his coat. He smiled and nodded, stepping back and letting her go. 

“Goodnight,” he said softly and she sighed as she nodded back. 

“Goodnight.” 

“Mommy, can I take a bubble bath?” Ivy called and he laughed quietly as Dana sighed. 

“Bye.” 

“Goodbye,” she said, stepping into the apartment and smiling as she reached for the door. “Yes, you can have a bath.” She waved and he nodded, waiting for the door to close before he headed down the stairs. 

His steps were heavy as he walked home, following the same path they had taken. He saw the Christmas items from their alphabet game and he sighed, feeling overwhelmingly alone and lonely. 

The warmly lit apartment was cozy and welcoming, but too quiet with just him moving about. He spent some time looking again at the decorations Dana and Ivy had brought over, smiling at the places Ivy had chosen to display them. 

In the kitchen, he found the penguin that Ivy had told him she liked best sitting beside Oink. It was an adorable penguin with pink cheeks, wearing a Santa hat, and holding a small lantern in its flippers. Half of Ivy’s rainbow bracelets were now around the penguin’s neck, the other half still around Oink’s neck. 

He smiled at the sight of them, before sighing deeply and shaking his head, the silence in his apartment now enveloping him and seeming far too loud. 

[lesbiantvfish]

Would Manakko be alright? Just them gossiping and about the hyperforce while snuggling and planning evil shit

Me receiving rare yoai pairing prompt:

Now here I am struggling. Do I write my trucker Mandarin? or the fantasy au Mandy..

ykw I’ll stick with the trucker this time around. There’s always time for the other idea.

(Ty for all the prompts again, ooo I got a bunch today, this is exciting stuff for my overactive brain!)

It’s not that Sakko intended to escape jail. It’s more of, some other high priority prisoner was being broken out, and Sakko’s cell just so happened to get destroyed by the attack to the moonbase.

The raiders took prisoners with them as they fled from their pursuers.

Sakko fully intended to pretend to be on either of their sides if it meant living in comfort. He didn’t know what was going on, entirely. Other than he no longer had a bed or an understanding of where or what he is supposed to eat now.

The raiders who escaped with him and the other prisoners arrived to an underground city on a planet Sakko did not recognize. The raiders now realizing how complicated it is to house all these prisoners decided to ask them if they had a place to stay, and if they could help them make contact with their connections.

Sakko couldn’t be sure if his old emergency contact hasn’t already smashed the communication line they used to share. But he knew it wasn’t like he had any other option.

Sakko held the coordinates to his current location, and a borrowed communicator.

This guy was as Sakko remembered, not that bad. Kind of obsessed, but at a time they both shared an ultimately self serving loyalty to the same ruthless boss.

Who in their right mind would serve Skeleton King selflessly? Not to imply that Mandarin was a well adjusted man. But he was one that understood the importance of keeping a technological expert close.

“.. Hello, this is Samantha’s pickup services. What brings you to this call?”

A familiar voice, but an abysmally unfamiliar line.

“… Mandarin? What exactly are you doing?”

Somewhere else, Mandarin raises his brow at the familiar voice. Sakko kept his number? Sakko had business with him, and not his clone?

Mandarin knew he needed to train himself, and gather a team he could depend on before exacting any revenge on either the hyperforce or Skeleton King.

“This is Mandarin speaking, yes. I didn’t think this was a personal call.”

“Are you doing anything right now?”

Oh boy, was he. Mandarin was hauling an entire amusement park ride in the back of his space car. But this was also his chance to regain his former companion.

“Not anything I can’t multitask. What is it that you’re calling me for?”

“The prison I was at was destroyed. Do you, um. Well, is there any way I can stay with you until I’m able to live elsewhere..?”

“You want to be a stowaway?”

Mandarin continued, feeling obligated to catch him up to speed. “Sakko, my clone stole my identity. Legally, no one considers me a criminal anymore. Anyway, sure. I’ll give you a temporary home if you’ll accept it, that is.”

“Your what?”

“It’s a good thing you called me, and not him. You see, he’d sound like me, and remember being me, but he’d ultimately trick you into losing yourself to Skeleton King. I’m not sure if you figured it out yet, but the Skeleton King can’t help us anymore.”

Sakko still felt the psychological urge to gain Skeleton King’s approval even after all the torment he put him through.

“I’ll make Skeleton King regret losing me. We were his greatest assets. …Anyway, I’ll stay anywhere that lets me eat and sleep and be myself comfortably.”

“Sakko, we’re far more than just assets. But none the less, that works with me. Where can I find you?”

—

Sakko was given new clothes, ones that apparently belonged to a doll. He made it work. The skirt had suspenders, and even functional pockets.

Sakko tried to adjust the ribbon around his new shirt collar just right, as his second impression on Mandarin was significant enough to give himself a new home. Even if it does turn out to be temporary.

A large cargo ship landed nearby. It had a gigantic advertisement on the side for a new theme park. As the door opened, Sakko saw a familiar set of purple feet step out.

Sakko spoke first at the sight of Mandarin’s appearance.

“Man, lose the shades. We’re underground, you know.”

“No. Do you have any luggage?”

“What do you think? The moonbase prison confiscated all my projects and materials. Even my goddamn wardrobe. My favorite blue crop top? Gone.”

“That is rough. You looked fantastic in that one.”

Suddenly, a crowd unaware of Sakko almost stampeded over him.

Mandarin scooped him up by his suspenders, and put him on his shoulders to move onto the cargo ship. It seemed this place was getting too crowded for a proper conversation to catch up with one another.

Sakko clung securely to Mandarin, and felt a comfortable sense of security wash over him. He was so glad his connection to Mandarin seemed to be intact.

[dilfartist]

Little wife

TW: abuse, cheating, affairs, cursing, yandere themes, dark themes.

You start your morning routine as you do every day. First, you wake before your husband. Then, you get dressed. After getting dressed, you start breakfast. In a cast-iron pan, two strips of bacon sizzle and pop; besides, the bacon is two eggs cooked sunny side up. Exactly as your husband likes it. Dio steps into the kitchen, resulting in your scowl. You whirl your back to him, hoping he wouldn’t notice, and commence an argument. You try your best to ignore your “husband’s” presence, continuing to make breakfast. Unfortunately, Dio was a very touchy man. Your breath hitched as Dio’s brawny arms encircled your waist. Dio positioned his head in the crook of your neck, purring as he did. “Good morning, love. Did you have a good rest?” Dio asks, his hand reaching up to play with a strand of your hair. You sigh lightly, “yes, my love.” The pet name felt odd rolling off your tongue. You only said it to ensure Dio’s hold on your waist wouldn’t turn into a painful grip. Dio smirks, letting go of you. “Happy to hear.”

Dio reaches for his briefcase. “I'm sorry, dear. Sadly, work wants me in early. I won’t be able to eat breakfast with you.” You slightly smile at the mention of Dio’s absence. “I’ll make it up to you, though. After all, our anniversary is today.”

Shit. Today is your anniversary. Well, then again, it didn’t matter to you. Dio pecks your cheek, “I’ll see you tonight, lovely. Be sure to look ravishing tonight.” You nod, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. The echo of the front door closing shut, allows you to sigh in relief. You had the house to yourself. The house didn't need much cleaning. You made sure the night before you cleaned every inch of the house for today. You, excitedly, scramble over to the telephone. Punching in the numbers, you patiently wait as the telephone rings. The caller on the other side of the line picks up, “Good morning, Hun.” a male voice greets. You sigh dreamily in return. “Morning, baby. Are we still on for today? Dio won't be home until late in the night.” you twist the cord to the phone with your pointer finger. “Of course. I'll be picking you up in an hour.” The call ends and you bustle up the stairs to get ready, failing to notice Dio furiously watching the whole scene unfold.

Dio never departed from the house. He simply used his foot to close the door and stayed hidden in the closet next to the front door. Dio suspected his wife of having an affair, he needed to catch her in the act first.

Dio knew the exact location of the restaurant your date occurred. It was the same restaurant he used to take you out to. Of course, you never seem to enjoy yourself around him. Yet here you were, waiting for your lover in the most gorgeous black dress you owned, an etched smile spread on your flushed cheeks. He watched from afar bitterly, drinking a cup of warm tea. Dio wasn’t an envious person nor had he ever felt insecure; yet, he felt envious of your lover. No matter what Dio did he never could make you smile, unless forced.

Dio comprehended you didn't love him. He was the reason you were forced into marriage with him in the first place. He took advantage of both his wealthiest and your impoverishment, paying your family a heavy sum of money to approve the engagement. Even though you and Dio weren't in a relationship. It was very ungrateful of you to betray Dio as if Dio wouldn't take away the money he’s given to your family; While he had the authority to take the money back, he wouldn't, he would allow your family to keep the money. When you returned home though, you'd be faced with severe punishment.

Dio smirked devilishly at his depraved thoughts of tonight. He’d make sure to give you his all.

Dio’s eye shifted towards the restaurant door. A male in a suit walked in, a smile rising when catching sight of you. The male walked over to you, holding a small box in his hands. “Y/n, you look beautiful.” the man said, smooching your cheek. You shyly thank the man, taking the box out of his hands. “Oh,” the man noticed your confusion, “I got you a present. Thought you deserved it.” You felt your heart skip a beat. Looking down, you slowly open the box. “Oh, wow! This is really nice!” you pulled out two diamond earrings. You kiss him on the lips to express your gratitude. Dio felt confused by this. Dio bought you jewelry far more glamorous than the piece of junk the man had gotten you. Not only was Dio rich, but far more attractive than your lover was. What did you see in him?

At the end of the date, Dio withstood jumping over his table and beating your date bloody. Before you left the restaurant with your date, Dio managed to arrive home in a short amount of time. Patiently, Dio awaited your entrance. One leg crossed against the other, staring at the door closely. Your date dropped you off at the house not long after Dio arrived home. You kissed your date goodbye and hurried up the stairs of your home. You needed to move quickly, Dio would clock out of work any minute, and you still hadn't fixed dinner. You fumbled with your keys as you attempted to unlock the door. You entered the house, promptly throwing your heels aside. Suddenly you stopped, something felt different. The house was pitch black. While you did turn all the lights off and locked the doors and windows, you never shut the curtains in the living room.

You quietly walked into the kitchen, grabbing a rolling pin. You stealthily sauntered into the living room, holding the rolling pin up ready to swing. Unexpectedly, the light turns on revealing your husband. He scowls at you. “Where were you, y/n?” Dio questioned in an irate tone. You jumped at his attitude, “I went out with a couple of friends.” you explained as calmly as you could. “Is that so? Then whom were you speaking to on the phone this morning? They didn't seem like a friend.” he caught you in your lie. Your next excuse died on your tongue. Dio stands up from the couch, you follow him with guilty eyes. He unhurriedly steps behind you, his hand takes your chin, forcing your head to turn his way, his long nails digging into your skin earning a whimper. “say you love me, or else I might do something we both won’t like” Dio’s tone is sweet as sugar despite the cruel words leaving his lips. The overwhelming sense of power Dio had On you caused you to tremble in fear. You hesitantly spread your dry lips, “N-no Dio, I will not! You know I hold no love for you!” you feel relieved to finally let out the truth. You were too fearful of what he might do if you spoke your mind.

Dio let out a frustrated sigh, “why must you force my hand?” you hear him mutter. His hand quickly throttled your throat, nails digging deep into the skin on your neck. “I don't think you understood, dear. It wasn't a choice.” You fought against his grip, clawing at Dio’s hands. “I don't love you!” you chanted over and over. Dio was amused by your little fight. “Your so adorable, darling. You think I care for your feelings?”

Your vision is starting to blur, eyes are rolling back. You close your eyes, ready to accept death. Dio drops you to the ground, enabling you to breathe again. You gasp, tears trickling down your face. You glance up at Dio, shivering in fear, losing all confidence in yourself, “I-I'm sorry! I won't betray your trust again!” you crawl towards him and hug his leg, pleading for forgiveness.

Dio smirks, pride swelling in his heart. Your weak form arouses him. “Aww, you look so pathetic.” Dio cooed petting your head. “I may forgive this, but, you still need to be punished. Don't you think, love?” your eyes widen, and you wail in pain as Dio grasps your hair. Dio pulls your weeping body towards the basement. He kicks the door open, throwing you down the flight of stairs. You cry, sprinting away from Dio. Dio chuckles wickedly, “Don't try running now.” he tsked.

When Dio got ahold of you, he positioned you n the iron chair in the center of the room, wrapping your arms in chains. You scream for him to let you go, for someone to save you. Dio merely chuckles, “if you keep screaming, you could damage your vocal cords- go ahead, I don’t mind.” You give up rebelling when Dio places a gag in your mouth. You continue to cry helplessly as Dio covers your eyes with a cloth, leaving you incapable of seeing your surroundings.

Dio hushes your cries, placing sweet, small kisses on your face. “if you think of leaving, I’ll make death seem like a blessing to you” he whispers into your ear, leaving you quivering. The sound of floorboards creaking as Dio walked up the stairs, fueled your dread. “I’ll let you out when you deserve the privilege.” The door squeaks close, leaving you in despair.

[diedbutterflies69]

Will you stay?- Bang Chan imagine.

Contains: friends to lovers au. , Divorce, smut, fluff, blindfolding, oral sex, explicit sexual stuff etc . Minors don't interact.

Never once on your life, you thought you could get your shit together and laugh genuinely at the worst in world. falling out of love is worse but it's even more worse if it's your it's not you who fell out of love. Married at 22 and the honeymoon phase hardly lasted for a year and by the age of 26 got yourself labelled as a woman who sabotaged her own marriage in thirst of money. Your ex husband was bitter about your success even before you got married. He thought as a woman, you just did bare minimum and got yourself a high positioned rank by sleeping with one of the rich rags. You tried hard enough to hold on to that rotten red string , but he had the scissors and just cut you off. You weren't willing to sacrifice your career just because of his Immature mindset, yes you loved him, but can't a women love her own hard achieved success more? That's the question you wished to ask everyone who pointed there fingers at you. After divorce you didn't feel pain just numbness. Your self-hatred coming more stronger than ever, even hating the job, you tried Saving since years, getting life on track seemed impossible and at the end just quitted. Moved out of the city just to move back to your home town, the root of your real pain. It wasn't really a town but rather a more flashy city, expensive shits which you were unable to afford in childhood but now it wasn't any big deal. Earth is round and sometimes precious people find you all by themselves. Your highschool friend, the only friend you had throughout your lifetime because of your anti social tactics.

Bang Chan, the social butterfly who almost knew every single student in whole school, he was the hottest guy you ever saw in your life and also the kindest. You had crush on him even before you both were friends, he was your senior,used to help you with those shitty math sums, crack jokes every now and then and scolded you whenever you procrastinated. He came to congratulate you even on your graduation day, even though there were many more students whom he met you were still glad atleast someone bought you a beautiful bouquet of tulips and bellflower. The last time you saw him was before you moved out in search of cheap collages without informing him, as you thought you were just one of many friends he had and won't ever notice someone like you existed.

But god, how much wrong you were.

You met Chan after almost 9 years in convince store and his reaction was almost priceless , like finding treasure. He was now more handsome, beautiful and god-like even after all this years his style of dressing didn't Changed much, he still looked like Kim Kardashian at 2021 met Gala. nevertheless his smile still had those healing properties with his Cresent moon eyes. He was absolutely stunning.

The first sentence he spoke after confirming your identity was 'I missed you' and then tons of lectures and questions . Knowing how narrow-minded you were he gasped dramatically. Cheesiest ways of saying how could I forget my best friend and so on. That day was probably the best day of your life and maybe even the day after years you really smiled. You both exchanged numbers and addresses and his home was just 10 minutes away from yours. Destiny indeed.

Now it's been over 7 months since you met Chan again and he never made you felt like you were just one of his 109 friends. Chan made you feel special, after knowing what kind of disaster you faced he was even more supporting of you, you both used to spend weekend together watching variety of shows and movies going to stargazing, best friend goals. After many years you knew even if Chan had many people to confide with he never really did. He was alone, just a night owl obsessed with work. You were happy. And he was happy too. Being just friends was enough for you, but not for him . He was slowly trying to find courage to confess his love to you. He liked you fuck from highschool days. He found you once randomly staring at him across the room and when you suddenly disappeared all his fantasies were scattered, he knew your dreams and was willing to help you with your every step. knowing how messed up your household was from your neighbours he felt guilty for not being able to give you happiness. He loved you, but was helded by his own insecurities.

Not anymore though, he wasn't the same coward who just stared at the love of his life from distance. Being the extra human he was, he bought you one of the most expensive restaurant of the whole country, man was loaded. After driving for almost 5 hours you both finally reached there .

Now a nervous Chan sitting infront of you. You being oblivious to the fact that he has a beautiful diamond ring and a confession to make. Chan handed you the menu card and every single dish had an extraordinary name, without much thought you placed the order.

"atleast tell me now, why are we here?" You asked the man infront of you who was behaving extra weird today, he looked sick and was occassionally asking you random questions.

"No reason, I was in mood for long drives and... You know have a nice meal" Chan said fidgeting with his fingers he was acting like a flustered high school guy it was clearly indicating that he was lying but you didn't really care, Chan was weird sometimes.

"Sounds fake, but okay. By the way you aren't sick right?" You asked Chan out of pure concern as he was sweating profusely even in an cold AC room.

"I am fine, just feeling a little hot. Don't worry", Chan said it was more like he was convincing himself that he was fine and shouldn't worry. He wasn't a teenager but a human with responsibilities who once again fell for someone out of his league, he used to think that and he still sees you as a literal goddess. While he was lost deep in his thoughts, the waiter came with food , and this was his opportunity to shoot his arrow. You both started eating and talked like being in paradise.

"did you liked anyone in highschool?", Chan asked you out of blue making you almost choke on food. The only person whom you liked throughout your highschool days was the guy sitting infront of you and you didn't really remembered much guys and the best answer was probably saying a lie with little truth.

"no one lol", you answered trying to sound chilled but since highschool crush topic was out you weren't able to keep your curiosity with yourself.

"What about you, liked someone?", You asked trying to sound nonchalant and not desperate and bitter.

This was the Exactly the conversation that Chan planned in his mind. And here started his way to either heaven or pit of rejection.

"I loved someone", Chan said and you this time you really choked from the depth of your heart, you thought Chan was anti romantic type of guy as he never talked about of his female friends with you or bragged about his non existent dating life. Trying again to not sound jealous or bitter you spoke again.

" Who was that lucky bit-- I mean girl yes girl? Who was she?", You asked, almost letting out the bitch loudly. You weren't sure but you saw Chan smiling cheekily, he was really getting old acting weird more and more everyday.

"Well... Someone from our school",Chan said and you swear you didn't made a disgusting face showing pure jealousy. The best human in your life and your first ever crush had crush on somebody, you didn't knew why you were feeling so fucking bitter but you weren't able to handle the curiosity anymore.

"Tell me her damn name", you asked Chan in a frustrating tone not being able to keep jealousy to yourself.

"Why you being angry", Chan asked followed by his small laugh.

"I am angry, just the food was a little spicy you answer me now, her name?", You answered Chan with your defenses up and still sticking with your previous question.

Chan in response got a little serious now,you thought he was being childish now, he wasn't a kid who was given a dare to name out his crush yet he was acting like one.

"You won't leave me right, I mean after I answer your question?", Chan asked you and you didn't knew what to say in response you were now a little sus about him.

"fine don't answer, keep secrets", you said and continued eating. The next thing Chan said made you now choke and die on food.

"I loved you and I still love you" Chan said looking down at the table head hanging down like his teenage self just confessed he watched porn infront of his parents. You were shocked, frozen and the your heartbeat 10x faster, you didn't knew how to react and tried to find humor in this extraordinary situation.

"Chan, you kidding right?", You asked Chan with a nervous smile on your face. Chan looked up at you , his eyes trying to find yours but you avoided the eye contact.

"I am serious, I liked you from HighSchool times, I saw you for the first time in library when you were looking at me, I swear you were so beautiful and even now after all this years after seeing you I can't, I can't help but fall for you all over again, sorry"

Chan confessed, his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability his sentences were scattered here and there and incomplete explanation but still you understood everything he really poured his heart to you, you felt like crying even if you both weren't such stupid cowards back then, then today you won't have turned out a divorced women and Chan a guy who grew out lonely even if he had a world for him.

"What should I say Chan?", You asked Chan you were sounding like a girl whose bf told her to breakup even if the situation was exact opposite. Even if you love Chan , you didn't think about him reciprocating same feelings back to you. You were beyond insecure with your love emotions. One thing was sure you won't be able to love Chan without being a bundle on him. Your emotion Baggage was too big and you didn't want Chan to get his heart too with your stupid emotions.

"I love you and I will be really really good to you. Please try staying with me I will try really hard to earn space in your heart, please?" His confession was like literally begging. You weren't able to believe if he was real or not, if it was a dream that will end as soon as cruel morning comes, this felt like fantasy. Chan was a amazing man, he had everything money ,honour ,beauty a nice heart. He was like a character written by women so perfect so delicate yet strong, and he loves you this fact was enough for to lose your mind. but you thought you were a taint to his beauty, you were a character full of inferior complexes and a person too easy to dislike thats what illusion you made about yourself. A random extra in her own story.

"I will pay the bill, let's talk later", you said and walked away immediately to pay the bill leaving a clueless and disheartened human behind. Chan was able to see how you stopped yourself from saying love you too and throwing yourself in his arms. He wasn't same from HighSchool a guy who gets overwhelmed by his own emotions and gets unable to see others. He knew you had atleast a small space for him in your heart and to make a big room for himself he had to throw out all your insecurities and self hatred. He followed you like a lost puppy and he wanted to pay for food but you already did and now you were already out of restaurant searching for his car to get back.

Chan sitted beside you, without doing anything silence and awkward air surrounding you both.

"start the car", you said breaking down the silence, you were extremely worthless and trash as you made the only one person whom you love feel like nothing.

"Just answer me, will you try dating me please", Chan said his voice again passing draggers into your heart. Trying to form any logical explanation you spoke again.

"I am not looking for relationship right now, see Chan you are amazing, but I can't make you happy now and did you forgot that I am divorced, please understand" you said expressing your real insecurities and fear, fear of not being able to keep a man happy.

"you don't want relationship because you divorced that fucking trash of a man?", Chan asked he was getting frustrated you thought but he just wanted to make you happy and not deny what your heart wants.

"my mind isn't stable, I might just irritate you everytime with my mood, you will will get tired of me and leave me -- I don't want to be alone again I will die if you leave me", you confessed tears threatening to fall out of your eyes there wasn't any doubt that you loved Chan he filled the void in you in just months made you happy but you didn't wanted to just take and take and give nothing in return. Chan's hand found yours interlocking your fingers with so much delicateness that you might cry.

"you think so low of me, just stay by my side I will make you so happy that you will hardly get time to think about your past, trust me", Chan said his fingers slightly lifting your chin up to look into your eyes, you looked in his eyes filled with so much care and this was your last straw before breaking down in his arms.

"I love you, I love you so fuckin much, you were my first love my only friend, my everything, please-- please love me", you confessed tightening your arms around Chan, his scent making you feel safe and like home, his one caressing your hair and other wiping away the tears. Even though the scene was more like a dramatic clique scene whatever emotions you both felt was unexplainable.

"So you my girlfriend now hmm?"Chan asked you for first time in night his voice containing pure happiness and excitement.

"I have a sexy boyfriend", you said smiling from ear to ear against Chan's chest. The label boyfriend making your heart flutter, you didn't knew happiness like this can even exist.

"My love", Chan said his voice sweeter than honey, suddenly the night was more starry."now can we go home?" You asked Chan finally breaking the hug, reality hitted you now Home was 3- 4 hours away.

"I made a reservation in hotel, we gonna spend night there", Chan casually said making your heart jump out of your chest.

"pervert, you planned everything seriously", you said dramatically and giving him a playful digusting look.

"I booked two rooms", Chan said now starting the engine making you feel embarrassed. "Who is pervert now~" Chan said in air teasing you more.

The rest of the ride you both talked about anything and everything. Confessing how you used to find ways to always be in each others vision etc. Both of you finding a new thirsty side of each other. Nothing felt uncomfortable, it was happiness those inhumane laughs crazy tricks you both used to pull everything was heaven. After some time you both reached infront of a gaint hotel , it looked expensive af but regardless Chan knew how to waste money and you were tired of lecturing him about savings.

"let's go", Chan said removing your seatbelt and getting out of car to open the door for ya. He was being so cheesy gentleman and you were enjoying every minute.

"room 42 and 43" Chan said to the receptionist and she handed two keys to him. Thanking her then getting on elevator, you were a little disappointed that you weren't sharing room with Chan, yes you were pervert and total simp for Chan, he was too hot and your sexual drive was getting higher each passing second. The elevator doors opened and you got off. Chan handed you the room key and softly kissed your forehead, both you wished it was your lips.

"if you want anything, just knock okay?" Chan said in his lovely tone, I want you you internally screamed, nevertheless you gave him a nod and got inside that expensive room .

Starring at the ceiling while lying on the bed your mind was full of Chan, you knew he wasn't probably sleeping and was wasting time in watching random shit on internet and you were hungry, hungry for Chan, it wasn't your fault that Chan was so hot. Trying to fall asleep and fidgeting here to there you finally decided to knock on Chan's room door. A danger zone. You noticed how the door flunged open in less than few seconds.

"Hi" you said scratching back of your head and trying to think what next to say.

"Hi..?"Chan said being confused.

"there is cockroach in my room, let me stay with you" you said a clear white lie. Taking impulsive action were never good for you.Chan sighed before opening the door fully and signalling you to come. This was your happiest day ever.

"whY you lying", Chan asked you as you plopped yourself on sofa besides bed. He asked the sentence in a sarcastic way.

"Do you you wanna kiss me?", You asked Chan with a straight serious face catching him off-guard, you didn't wanted to waste more time, you wanted to do everything with Chan, yes fucking on first day of dating was a little too early but you fantasized about this gorgeous man since ages, in your eyes he looked total dom but his reaction to your question was making you doubt your thoughts.

"Are you sure", Chan asked you clearing his throat.

"Are you virgin?"you asked Chan, he was being too nervous.

"Obviously not"Chan answered you in duh tone, rolling his eyes. And it was getting awkward.

"The cockroach must have gone by now I should go, bye", you blabbered and got up ready to leave, you were about to open the door but Chan grabbed your hand and before you knew anything his hands were on your cheeks cupping them softly and his lips so close to yours, Chan's eyes were looking straight in your orbs , your heartbeat stronger than ever.

"Can I?", Chan asked your consent his thumb softly brushing against your lower lip. This man had totally made you insane, something stirred inside you. Chan was perfect he was everything you wished. You gave him a small nod and slowly his lips touched against yours, you wanted to cry, his lips felt so good, he didn't rushed his movements everything was happening in slow motion, he holded you with such a vulnerability like he was afraid that you will go, your hand reached his head, fingers moving through his soft locks. You felt his tongue inside your mouth , you felt a electricity run down your body when the kiss deepened.

We kiss again. The next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I’ve had in my life has been wrong.

Breaking the kiss Reluctantly in need of air, Chan rested his forehead against yours. He was hot almost like burning, sweating.

"Why are you so nervous, Chan?", You asked Chan hugging him tightly clinging like the last leaf to the tree.

"I am scared, I just love you", He said engulfing you in his arms. And you Finally felt, what real love feels like.

"Love you too", you replied softly.

"Do you wanna continue..?"Chan asked you his tone little less scared.

"Off course", you said looking at him with smile, something inside you told it was okay to let out your freaky side infront of Chan. Chan smiled back and suddenly turned you around , the large bed infront of you.

"Lie down there",Chan whispered in your ears , his low register sending shivers down your spine. This was exactly how you pictured Chan to be, your inner submissive almost died. You followed Chan's word and laid on your back on the bed, now you were feeling like a virgin. His eyes roaming through the room in search of something.

"Are you okay with being blindfolded?", Chan asked you as he came back with the tie he wore today and was rolling it slightly in his palms, and you swear you never saw a man so hot in your entire life. Getting blindfolded was one of your unfulfilled kinks.

"ye- yes", you replied your tone filled with thrill and excitement. Chan came back to you standing near you, his hand softly cupped your cheeks , before bringing the tie to use it in sinistrous way tonight. The cloth felt strange to your eyes, his cologne smell hitting you and Chan caught your shy smile, His heart felt so fluffy. Tieing a comfortable knot Chan sat on bed near your waist. His hands slowly crept near your stomach leaving a direct lingering touch on the sensitive skin, eventually going upwards while giving a little squeeze to add stimulation, his hands reached your boobs, you didn't wore bra, and he wasn't surprised maybe your nipples perked up enough to get noticed, his middle and index finger Rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves, the blindfold making his every touch more intense, your breath was heavy you let out a suprised moan when Chan gropped your right boob in an erotic way, this sole action increasing your wetness down there you were getting impatient. You moaned his name a little loudly when his lips came in contact with your sensitive neck, sucking in a painful way, inorder to leave a hickey.

"Should I touch you here", Chan asked you as his hand reached to your area where you needed him to the most, hands going directly inside your panties ,but not touching he was a teaser.

"yes please", you moaned almost breathlessly too tired of intense foreplay. You just wanted Chan to rip off your clothes and fuck you till sunrise. Getting satisfaction with your answer Chan finally removed every clothing of your lower body, leaving you completely bare, all at his mercy. His finger moved up and down on your opening , the wetness making Chan easily slip his one finger deep inside you.

" my baby is so wet, because of who?", Chan asked you as his finger was moving slowly inside of you and thumb rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves.

"because of.. you", you admitted without any hesitation trying to grind yourself on his hand, begging for more.

"Good", Chan said and without saying anything he added another finger inside you moving a little faster inside your cunt, rubbing your walls with a little pressure, scissoring them inside you painfully and making way for a third finger too and by then you were a complete moaning mess, his fingers were pleasure yet torture the blindfold making your senses weak. Mind full of whatever Cham was giving you. Your legs were shaking sign of your orgasm approaching you, by one hand Chan holded your thighs tightly to their place fingers now moving more faster to make you reach the peak of pleasure.

"Chan.. I--I-I-- wanna cum please", you moaned your little squeaks and begs almost making Chan's cock cum right inside boxers. With some final thrust of his fingers, you cummed the hardest you could imagine, squeaky sounds coming as Chan was fingering you through your orgasm, you almost crying from overstimulation. Moaning his name like a chant.

"you did well",Chan praised you finally removing his fingers from you leaving you empty, but it won't have last wrong. Chan removed your blindfold , the bright lights hurting your eyes, you adjusted your vision and the image of Chan sucking his wet fingers coated with your liquid came directly in front of your eyes. Letting out a helpless whine.

Chan plopped himself on knees on either side of your thighs, finally letting his cock out, leaking with precum, and he was big, thick , you didn't thought he could get even hotter.

"Ready baby?", Chan asked you as he fully undressed himself as well as removing your top, your mind hazey . The scene which you pictured since highschool finally happening.

"yes", you replied Chan, he came down to kiss you passionately and slowly entering inside you. You moaned painfully, tears pulling your vision, it was a painful pleasure. Chan kissed away your tears and hand interlocking with yours after finally being fully inside you he started to move at slow pace.

"you feel so good Chan", almost screaming from pleasure, your whines were fuel to Chan's ego and he increased the pace. Body slapping sound filling the room, his groans were most sexy thing you ever heard. Again and again his tip hitting your deepest spots.

"I am close", you moaned out breathlessly, pleasure becaming too much to handle .you released around his cock, reaching the peak second time at night.

After giving a few more thrusts Chan cummed at your stomach, he was still sane enough to not curse you with kids while being lost in pleasure."I love you", he said as he settled beside you hugging you tightly. This was heaven.

"love you too", you said , your voice a little hoarse.

"by the way I forgot that I bought a ring to propose you", Chan said, realisation hitting him, that he forgot to say the long ass paragraph that he was supposed to say while sitting on one knee. You smiled at his guilty face.

"don't worry, propose me after having shower", you said heart filled with pure joy and happiness . Happiness of knowing that You love someone who will always love you back.

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Save Me | Cha Hyunsoo [Sweet Home]

Hyunsoo x Reader

Summary: Hyunsoo is about to end it all but the thought of you stops him.

Warnings: suicide attempt, mentions of violence, self harm and depression

Hyunsoo found himself entering the first building he saw, he was tired. He was sick and tired of life. Every time he went to sleep, he wished he never woke up. He wanted to end his miserable life. He was good for nothing and always disappointed everyone around him. He just wanted to be a better person but he ended up hating himself.

He stood at the edge of the building’s rooftop, staring at the ground. If he jumped he wouldn’t be able to survive. That’s what he wanted, right? That’s what everyone wanted, right? Not you, you didn’t want him to die and he knew it. He shook the thought of you. He wouldn’t be able to do it if you stayed on his mind longer.

Instead, he reminded himself of all the times he got beaten up for literally nothing, all the times his sister was embarassed to be related to him and the fact that his parents knew what he was going through but never helped him. All these made scars in his heart, him making them visible on his arm. Every time he made another mistake or felt horrible, he would add another one. Tears flowed down his cheeks at the memories.

Why did everyone hate him? It didn’t make sense to him, maybe he was that bad of a person. But then again, you always reminded him that you were thankful he was still here and how proud you were of him. He didn’t understand why, he did nothing to make you proud of him.

He started sobbing while taking a few steps back, why are you so happy every time you hang out together? Why did you show him your brightest smiles? You couldn’t be faking it, it was too much work to do. No one cared for him so why did you? What did you see in him?

He sat on the ground, knees close to his chest. He didn’t stop crying, his sobs got louder as random happy memories of you two flashed through his mind. Like that day when you started playing games with him just because it was the only thing he was intrested in. You bringing him food once in a while, scolding him for not eating for days. The way you held him in your arms whenever he was down, sad or troubled.

He liked what he felt during these moments, they made him want to keep on living. He pulled out his phone, a few tears dropping on the black screen. Did he really deserve someone like you? You were the best thing that happened to him, you were too kind to someone like him. 

He dialed your number, placing the speaker on his ear with shaking hands. He didn’t know what came over him but he needed to hear your voice. “Hi Hyunsoo, what-”

“Save me.”

You froze for a few seconds, he sounded too calm to be in danger. “What’s the matter, Hyun?”

He bit his bottom lip to prevent more tears from falling. He didn’t like being vulnerable in front of you, “C-can you meet me?”

“Yes of couse, just tell me where you are and I’ll come find you,” immediately on your feet, you ran to the location he told you. On the roof? You got so scared, did he try to jump? You couldn’t lose him, you didn’t want to.

Your ankles hurt from running but you didn’t stop, you needed to see him as soon as possible and make sure he was okay, physically at least. You opened the door to the rooftop, not seeing him anywhere. He couldn’t have left, he called you here after all.

He waited for you to notice him on the other corner of the roof, too afraid and ashamed to call you over. When you did, your heat felt at ease again. Hyunsoo’s heart feeling the same as you run to him. You gave him a bone crushing hug, he knew he must have scared you. He wished he hadn’t, all he could do to make you feel better was hug you back.

You didn’t know how to start. Ask him how he felt? Ask him if he was about to jump? Nothing felt right to say.

“I’m sorry, I must have scared you. Are you okay?” He was the first one to speak. He was so selfless it hurt your soul. He always cared for everyone around him but never got acknowledged nor praised for it.

“Stop asking about me! You’re the one who is hurting right now, why can’t you just say it?!” You pulled away from the hug to look into his eyes, which held so much pain. He sighed, it wasn’t easy for him to talk about his feelings but he had to since he called you here.

“Why are you proud of me?” He looked down at his feet, “I haven’t done anything that can make you proud of me.”

His words hurt you. He didn’t value himself enough, not at all to be exact. You cupped his cheeks to make him look at you. “I am proud of you because you are here today. Holding on for another 24 hours is not easy and I am so thankful I get to talk to you every day.” He started tearing up again, he knew you meant what you said and it made him feel a lot better. “You don’t see it but you are actually a very good person. The world is just bad.”

You wanted to cry too, the world was so unfair to him and it hurt to witness it. Hyunsoo felt acknowlegded for once, he wanted to be a better person and you just told him you saw him as one. He could trust you and believe your words. If such a genuine person thought he was a good person then it must be true. Moments with you was what he lived for, “I love you, Y/N. I am sorry for scaring you.”

“I love you too, Hyunsoo. Thank you for making me happy,” you embarced him in a tight hug. He did make you happy, you didn’t lie to make him feel better. He was pretty fun to be around, esepcially when it came to playing video games and having deep talks.

“I make you happy?” he mumbled into your neck, putting his arms around you. Hearing it would make him believe it completely, his brain and anxiety would accept the fact that he made someone happy in this miserable world of his.

“You make me happy, Cha Hyunsoo.” You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He hugged you tighter, enjoying your fingers on his hair. Affection is needed from time to time and you never missed the chance to show it to him.

“Then I will continue to make you happy so stay by my side,” he whispered, too tired and relaxed to speak louder. You smiled at his words, “Forever and always.”