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Jiyong’s new jacket💜

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[angel-writes-here]

Second Time's the Charm

G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader

Synopsis: Doing your ex boyfriends hair comes with an offer that is hard to refuse.

Warnings: Angst with happy-ish ending, minor cussing

Smoke travels through the spring beeze as you exhale slowly. The cigarette between your fingers is almost gone, but your memory is all too vivid.

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“Why are you doing this?” Your breath was ragged, heart rate exceptionally high.

“Y/n,” was all Jiyong could breathe out. He put his face in his hands trying to gather his thoughts.

“Tell me you don’t love me.” Your arms were crossed, as if it were going to protect you from the blow.

“I don’t love you,” Jiyong’s teeth are gritted, his jaw tight. The words shot through your heart like a bullet used to kill. For a brief moment you’d swore your heart had quit beating.

“That’s not true,” the words came out choked; you were trying to convince yourself.

“You need to go.” His body slumps.

“Jiyong, don’t do this,” your words are barely above a whisper as you step closer to him, you can see the brokenness in his eyes as you cup his face. For a millisecond he leans into it before forcing himself away from the one good thing he had.

“Get out.” His voice is rough and low; dangerously so. Your breath hitches when you hear his tone. With a hung head you grabbed your things and fled the penthouse, unsure of what caused such a flip in your normally warm and compassionate boyfriend.

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A car horn tears you away from the nightmare that plays in your cranium more than you’d like to admit. You stub the cigarette harshly against the wall of the hair salon and sigh.

Opening the door to the establishment, you hear the bell ding above your head and head back to your station. You were told this next client asked for you specifically, but they were late for their appointment.

“I’m not waiting here all day,” you say to Lisa your manager.

“He called, he’ll be here soon, said he got stuck in traffic and gives his sincerest apologies.” You nod and sit down in the chair. Too intricately focused on your phone, your manager yells out your name.

“Y/n!” Your head pops up like that of a gopher.

“Your next client is here,” she whispers harshly as she walks with purpose, “Look presentable, or at least like you give a damn about your job,” she motions to put the phone away and you nod doing just that.

“I’m sorry Mr. Kwon, she’s ready for you.” Your heart skips a beat.

Shit.

You glance up in the mirror at him and your eyes meet his dark brown ones. Your freeze temporarily as he walks closer. Your anxiety ticks up and time has stopped for all of 5 seconds as you try to compose yourself.

You haven’t seen Jiyong since the night he looked at you as if he was disgusted by you, since he was harsh, cold and unfeeling. He gingerly sits down and doesn’t say anything for a moment, just stares at you. He takes in the new hair cut and color, red and short. He purses his lips like he wants to say something but you leave the station momentarily.

“He asked for me?” Your disbelief is evident in your voice.

“Yes, here’s what he asked for,” she hands the paper with the particular cut and color he mentioned he wanted.

“He asked for me, by name,” you repeat your question and your manager gives you wary look.

“Just get it done, ok? If he likes it, it’s good for business. Just go work your magic, turn on your charm and make him happy.” She claps your shoulder before going to the back. You flit your eyes to him in the chair where you can see he’s watching you closely; as if you’re a gazelle and he’s the lion waiting for the prime opportunity to take a bite of his next meal.

You grab the bleach, toner and foils for his hair. A simple bleach blonde was what he asked for, causing you to wonder why he couldn’t have his team do this.

As you approach the station your heart thuds in your ears, your breathing slightly uneven as you try to look and keep a professional air about yourself.

“Hey,” he says as you sit down the bleach that’s prepared in the bowl. You clench your jaw as you sigh.

“You just want to bleach it, right?”

“Yes,” he nods his head. The air around him screams G-Dragon more than it does Jiyong, he’s confident, poised and in control.

You get to work on his hair, his eyes calculated as he watches your hands move as you section and brush the bleach on his hair. He finds that he’s missed your touch more than he realized, and he all ready knew he missed it.

The establishment is silent, awkward and cold. As you start foil his hair, he speaks up.

“You look good.” His head rests against his hand on the arm of the chair as you grab another foil.

“Thanks,” your voice is snippy, cold. He scoffs quietly, knowing good and well he deserved the attitude, but it still stings.

“How have you been?” He tries again.

“Good,” once again, short, sweet and to the point.

“I’ve been good too,” he says like you asked him. You nod with pursed lips.

“We’ll let this sit for about 30 minutes and then I’ll rinse you.” You say as you habitually clasp his shoulders looking at him through the mirror.

“Y/n,” he says as you begin to walk away and you act as if you can’t hear him. You make your way quickly to the back room and take a few deep breaths, tears spilling over your lower palpebra as you lean against the back of the door, your chest rising and falling rapidly. You take a select few deep breaths to calm your nerves and steady yourself.

“Fuck him,” you whisper with anger laced in your voice. You smooth down your apron before opening the door, only to be faced with the foil haired man who’s still wearing the cape you draped around his neck.

“You’re not supposed to be back here,” you try to sound strong or authoritative, but your voice betrays you as it comes out weak and submissive.

“I,” he begins and searches your eyes. He can see the slight glass like appearance and swollen eyes you’re sporting. Your feet carry you past him without a word. He follows you, cape swishing against his clothes. In the quiet building it’s like a drum being beaten with every step he takes.

“Y/n,” he tries to grab your attention and your bite your lip. He can see it in the mirror. The desire to express every emotion is on your face plain as day, and yet you keep your mouth shut.

“Just do it,” he says, “Scream, yell, push me, whatever you need to do.”

“I would never put my hands on a client,” you say quickly. A beat of silence passes between you.

“I’m sorry,” his apology is quiet, shame filled, even.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you sit down in the chair across from his.

“I asked for you, for a reason.” He tries to continue the conversation.

“Yeah, no duh.”

“I wanted to talk about,” he trails off. You look at him head on. Would he actually be that bold?

“About what happened."

“It’s past, Jiyong. Don’t even worry about it.” Your shoulders shrug automatically. He opens his mouth but before he can speak the timer on your phone goes off.

“Time to rinse,” you hop up quickly and walk to the sink. He sits down in the chair and slowly leans back. You start rinsing his head and he sucks in a harsh breath. One that causes a smirk to appear on your face.

“Sorry, that too cold?” You feign innocence as he glares up at you, a hint of playfulness in his eye. To this day he knows your games, your ins and outs. He can still read you.

“Just a little,” his tone is calming, not what you expected. Once the water heats up you start rinsing his hair out again, watching as the bleach turns his hair a brassy yellow. He closes his eyes as he lets you work your magic, fighting a moan as you begin to scrub his scalp with your fingernails. You can see the satisfied look on his face.

“You can let it out, I remember what I do to you,” your voice takes on an air of teasing seduction. He smirks before letting out a chuckle.

“Do you?” he opens one eye and you roll yours.

“All too well,” you mumble with a sigh. You let him sit up once the process is finished and you give him a towel to dry his hair off. You both walk back over to your station where you apply the toner to his hair.

“Jagi,” he goes to speak and you cut your eyes at him. His eyes grow 2 sizes bigger as he puts his head down, pursing his lips once again. The quiet confidence he had at the beginning of his appointment has dissipated.

“This needs to sit for about ten to fifteen minutes.”

“I still want to talk,” he says quickly and you glance at him in the mirror before walking away from the station to the front desk.

“Go ahead.” You're distant, emotionally and physically.

“Breaking up with you was the stupidest and hardest thing I ever did.” You nod your head to show you’re listening.

“I just didn’t know how to take care of you and myself at the time,” he tries to reason. You bite your lip to hold back the words you desperately want to shoot him with.

“I wanted to give you the best chance at having everything you ever dreamed,” his voice is sincere, but you can’t help the sickening tisk that drips from your lips.

“What?” his voice is overlayed with offense. He stands up walking closer to the front desk.

“You wanna know what? You actually want to sit here and act like you knew what you did was for my benefit?” your voice booms with the last word that leaves your mouth.

“What you did tore me apart, you asshat!” your wince as the name slips out before you can stop it. He nods, letting you continue.

“You fucking broke me," your voice trembles and you take a breath trying to steady your voice, "you made me wonder why I was enough! You could’ve talked to me, let me in so you weren’t fighting your demons on your own but instead you chose to push me away. You chose to lock me out. You chose to just drop me off on the side of the road like it was nothing.” Your shoulders are heaving up and down with the ragged breaths your taking.

“You didn’t have to take care of me and yourself,” your words are quieter, more gentle than before, “I could have helped you, I could have taken care of you.”

“That wasn’t your job,” he cuts in.

“Get your fucking pride out of this!” you throw your hands up and he casts his gaze to the floor.

“It was our job to take care of each other, that’s what a relationship is partly about. Checking in on the other person, being someone they can confide in and be there for when they need it. Doing this complicated shit show called Life together. But you wouldn’t even give me the opportunity to be that for you,” your voice cracks with the last few words. You blink back the tears, scolding yourself internally.

“I didn’t know how,” his own voice is weak, emotional.

“It doesn’t matter now,” you sigh as you quickly wipe a stray tear, “It’s over, we’re done and so is the situation. I’m glad you were able to come out of it. Really,” your words carry a weight of finality that Jiyong inwardly cringes at.

“I miss you,” he says stepping closer to you, too close. You can swear he hears your heartbeat. You can only nod, not meeting his eyes.

“We should get you rinsed,” you mumble as the timer on your phone goes off. You both awkwardly walk back to the sink and rinse the toner. His hair now appears white. You escort him back to your station.

“I have a wedding to attend on Saturday,” he says with a voice full of hope, “You should come with me,” your eyes meet for a brief second before you grab the scissors and begin to cut his hair. It doesn’t take much time to blow dry and he looks at you expectantly.

“What?” you ask as you set the dryer down, grabbing the comb from your pocket. He twists his head side to side in the mirror, smiling in approval.

“You should be my plus one to the wedding,” he says again. You sigh in response as you thread the comb through his hair, making sure it’s not tangled.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but I want to see you again,” he begs.

“Why do you want to see me? As a matter of fact, why come to a salon, wasting money,”

“Money spent for or on you is never a waste,” he interjects holding up his index finger and you huff.

“Why didn’t you just have your staff do this?” you ask in regards to his hair.

“Because they are not you and I wanted to, no,” he says closing his eyes, “Needed to see you.” The desperation in the last portion of his sentence is hard to ignore.

“Why now? Why not five months ago?” Your arms are crossed in front of you.

“Because I didn’t know how to say it then, I really don’t know how to say it now but I’m trying.” He tries to reason with you.

“Its too little too late, Ji.” Your voice once again betrays you as it comes out somber and broken.

“It can’t be,” he turns around to look at you. You note the way the light bounces off the beautiful bone structure of his cheeks. The way his features are striking yet soft at the same time. You could melt right then and there.

“I’m not saying we get together again, but I need you in my life,” he mumbles placing his hand on top of the one that’s resting on the back of the chair. Your breath catches in your throat at the contact, it makes the situation feel surreal and sends waves of electricity through you.

“It’s not the same without in it. I’m not the same without you.” He’s laying it on thick, part of you wants to cry, part of you wants to laugh, and the other part wants to run away and hide.

“Can you at least tell me you haven’t missed me?” You tear your self away from him, pretending to fiddle with something on the table. He watches you closely. You sigh before turning around, leaning against the small vanity like table.

“I’ve missed you,” you admit quietly, picking at your finger nails. Jiyong feels relief flood his veins. It’s like the room is now a million times lighter, the air is softer. Meanwhile for you, it’s vulnerable. It’s raw, it’s exposed.

“Just come with me as a friend to the wedding then,” he gets up and tilts your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“Please,” he whispers. You look between his eyes, hesitant to oblige with his request. Your heart hammers in your chest and you gulp subconsciously.  

“Sit down, I need to finish.” You instruct professionally. You finish styling his hair and proceed to check him out. He pays you double what the appointment costs and you glance at him. He gives you a knowing look. You pocket the obscene tip.

“Y/n,” he says as you walk him out.

“Yeah, ok. I’ll go.” Your voice is filled with defeat. His smile stretches from ear to ear in a grand slam victory.

“I’ll text you the details, still the same number?”  You nod and he nods back, walking out of the salon to his car. You scrub your hand over your face and sit in the chair he was once in.

“What the hell am I doing?” You rub your temple as you whisper the question and before you can process the events of the day you feel the phone vibrate.

"Wedding is at 2pm on Saturday, I'll pick you up at 11."

[kpop-zone]

A Little Longer pt.3 | Jennie

Warnings: indicated smut, mentioning of blood, a few curse words, alcohol abuse

Wordcount: 4,765

A/N: Sorry guys for the mini hiatus, I just got really caught up writing this and forgot writing anything else. This story is still not finished, but I really wanted to post something, so here’s Part 3 for now. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Part 1 Part 2

Jennie giggled silently as she stumbled through the hallway to the living room.

“This one looks like a butt.”

She laughed when she looked at one of Jiyong’s paintings. Fascinated, she paused in front of it while taking a few more sips from a bottle that she had stolen from the kitchen. Loud chatter from the living room, however, reminded her again what she was doing here in the first place.

“Oh right, I can’t let the nobs wait.”

Shakily, Jennie continued her way until she reached the entrance of the living room. The guests inside were all engaged in a lively conversation and their happy faces were disgusting her. They were all so pretentious and selfish. After another hefty sip from the bottle, Jennie put it down in the hallway and stumbled into the room. Not everyone noticed her right away but after she accidentally ran into a cabinet in the process of trying to walk straight, all heads turned the same time. Jennie tried her best to play it off, but when she noticed your gaze resting on her, her knees felt even weaker than before. The way to her seat suddenly seemed to be seven miles long; especially because the whole room was spinning. But eventually, she plopped down on her chair, feeling the eyes of the other guests burning holes into her.

“Excuse my interruption, I haven’t eaten anything today and was feeling a little dizzy.”

Jennie uttered tediously, feeling like her tongue was heavy like lead. Sheepishly, she let her gaze wander around the faces in the room. Some were still staring at her skeptically, but soon all of them flashed her a reprieving smile before returning to their conversation.

“Back to what I was saying. I think that actress must be an arrogant diva. Denying a fan an autograph? As if she didn’t owe her whole career to her fans...”

The same man that had made the inappropriate comment about your plus one (Jennie refused to call her your girlfriend) scoffed, and Jennie couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. Usually she was already used to dimwitted remarks like that, but the alcohol had unfortunately lowered her level of tolerance.

“Yeah right, because she belongs to the public, doesn’t she?”

Jennie snarled, feeling her bottled-up emotions threatening to burst. The guy looked like a ghost had just appeared in front of him, apparently not being used to someone talking back.

“No, that’s not what I meant. But celebrities hold a certain responsibility that they can’t just discard.”

He responded self-opinionated, causing Jennie to laugh bitterly. She was tired of people making her feel like they were omniscient and had complete power over her.

“Responsibility? Responsibility for what? To make a wimp like you feel powerful?”

After Jennie’s statement the whole room fell quiet. Her words had been harsh, but they were true, so she didn’t even think about apologizing. With a triumphant smirk she looked into the dumbfounded face of the guy, watching how he struggled with his words.

“Jennie, you must be drunk. We don’t know you like that.”

Hyerim, another one of her so called “friends”, broke the silence in order to safe him from further embarrassment.

But Jennie had had enough of this.

Everyone at this table could go to hell as far as she cared. They were stuck in their own little worlds, too occupied with themselves to try to emphasize with someone else. And she couldn’t stand being in such a toxic environment right now. Therefore, Jennie pushed her chair back with force, causing it to loudly fall over before storming out of the room without any further explanation.

“Such an asshole!!”

She yelled in the hallway after slamming the front door shut before weaving to the elevator.

This whole dinner had been a dead loss and Jennie regretted having talked Jiyong into hosting it. Angrily, she kicked against the elevator door because she had to wait way too long to finally be able to leave this godforsaken place. But even after she had left the building, Jennie couldn’t calm down. The alcohol had failed its purpose to make her numb and had stirred up all her emotions instead. It felt like her whole system was overheating. Her brain was working at full capacity, her heart was slamming against her ribcage and all of her senses were desperately trying to fight against the influence of the alcohol.

Therefore, Jennie had to take several breaks on the way to her car as her stomach needed to get rid of the toxic liquid that was clogging her system. With shaking hands, she eventually reached the car and rummaged around in her handbag until she pulled out her car key to unlock her car. It almost slipped out of her hand, but after fidgeting a while, Jennie finally managed to press the right button. Just when she was about to open the door though, she suddenly got yanked around.

“You’re not driving like that.”

Out of nowhere, you were suddenly standing in front of her, your voice being able to freeze the ocean and your face absolutely unreadable.

“Let go off me!”

With a harsh movement, Jennie ripped herself free from your grasp and huffed in annoyance.

“Give me the key.”

You said calmly while holding out your hand, but Jennie wasn’t even thinking about giving it to you.

“No.”

Childishly, she wrapped her fingers even tighter around it and hid it behind her back.

“Could you please stop behaving like a five-year old?”

Your patience seemed to run out and you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“Could you please stop meddling in things that are none of your business? Just go back to your perfect girlfriend.”

Jennie bickered back, apparently striking a nerve according to the sour expression on your face.

“Leave her out of this.”

You snarled, but Jennie’s torn open wounds and the alcohol in her system prevented her from knowing her limits.

“Why? Is she even too good for me to take her name into my mouth? I mean, I understand. She’s really beautiful and her clothes weren’t cheap either, so she has to be wealthy. Must really be a little Miss Perfect.”

She could see that you were gritting your teeth in anger, but you kept calm.

“Just give me the keys, Jennie...”

You sounded like you were tired of this charade, but Jennie was in full spate and didn’t want to stop now.

“We shouldn’t do this to Miss Perfect. You should go back to her and tell her what an awful person I am. Isn’t this why she is here? So you can spite me? To make me realize what a failure I am and-“

Jennie didn’t get to finish her sentence before you finally snapped and cut her short.

“Oh cut the self-pity! You know why she is here tonight? Because she was there for me and you weren’t!”

You huffed in frustration before turning around and storming off, leaving Jennie alone in front of her car.

Why couldn’t you have said that Subin was there because she was prettier than her? Jennie even would have accepted if you had called her nicer. No words could have hurt her more than the ones that you had used.

She was there for me and you weren’t.

Of course, Jennie hadn’t been there for you. How could she have? She had chosen her career over you after all. The one time, Jennie could have proven her love for you, she failed to. Tears started streaming down her cheeks and a silent sob escaped her lips. She just wanted to go home now and lock herself in her dark bedroom forever.

With her shoulders slouched, Jennie turned around to get into the car, but once more, she was stopped last minute. Someone yanked the keys out of her hand, causing her to look back in shock.

You again.

“Get in the passenger seat.”

You growled and this time your face wasn’t unreadable. Anger was written all over it and even your voice trembled, carrying the power of your emotions. Immediately, Jennie realized her limits and obediently walked around the car to get in the passenger seat. After fastening her seatbelt, she turned her head to look at you insecurely. She had never seen you like this before. Your eyes seemed to be spitting fire and your knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel too hard.

Maybe this night hadn’t only taken a toll on her.

Faster than usual, you sped through the nearly empty streets of the sleeping city while Jennie didn’t dare to utter a word. There didn’t seem to be anything left of the weak pushover that she had toyed around with during your last encounter. It seemed like it was true what people said. What didn’t kill you, did make you stronger; at least you could be the living proof of that. After all the games that she had played with you, all the wounds that she had caused you, you were finally standing up to her.

It was the perfect wakeup call. What had she been thinking? She had promised Jiyong that she would accept your decision tonight. No matter whether you would decide to give her a chance or not. And Subin was a very clear sign that you were not willing to mend things with her. But instead of keeping her promise, she had made a scene like the selfish monster she was. In shame, Jennie let her head hang and bore this suffocating silence, knowing that she deserved your anger. It seemed like the ride home lasted all night, but after an excruciating long time, the steady noise of the engine finally ceased, and you parked the car in front of her apartment.

There were a thousand things that Jennie wanted to say, but she didn’t have enough courage to do so. She just wanted to stick to her initial plan and hide in her dark bedroom forever. Therefore, Jennie quickly threw open the car door and bolted out of the car. The front door of the building was close, yet so far for someone that had an undefinable cocktail of diverse liquors in their stomach. Jennie’s legs just didn’t work like they were supposed to, and she could only just feel her knees giving in when her face already moved towards the ground in a rapid pace. Before it was about to collide painfully though, something wrapped around Jennie’s waist and stopped her fall. She felt herself getting straightened up again and she turned around in confusion, only to find herself standing face to face with you. You were merely inches in front of her to the extent that your torsos were touching; yet you weren’t moving away. Your feet were firmly planted on the ground and Jennie felt shivers running down her spine due to the proximity. Automatically, her gaze flickered to your lips, feeling an unbearable desire to close the distance. Only the knowledge that you were seeing someone else right now was holding her back. But why weren’t you pushing her away? Could it be that you wanted this too? Jennie’s face moved closer to yours like your lips were magically drawing her in. You still didn’t push her away; it would be so easy to get the taste that she was craving.

No.

Jennie jumped back as if someone had just scared her. You were taken. She wouldn’t seduce you. Jiyong had told her that you were finally happy, and she couldn’t selfishly temper with your happiness. Not again. Regret filled Jennie, thinking back about the breakup and the incident at Jiyong’s vernissage. She had never even apologized to you.

“Y/N, I’m s-“

She choked out but she didn’t get to finish as you pressed your finger on her lips.

“Sh.”

You shushed her, causing her to look at you with wide eyes.

You almost had a smug look on your face, leaving Jennie completely confused. But you didn’t seem to care about an explanation. Instead, you suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the entrance of the building. Perplexed, Jennie let you drag her and stumbled behind you without talking back. Together you stepped into the empty elevator, but Jennie wished that someone would be there with you. The tension was making her heart beat five times faster and she gulped thickly when you suddenly stepped in front of her. Like a tiger on the hunt, you silently crept closer, causing her to walk backwards until she reached the wall.

“Why did you get wasted tonight? Can’t you stand to see another woman touching me?”

You asked with a cocky smile on your lips, catching Jennie off guard. She didn’t know what to answer. You were right, but she didn’t want to admit that. Therefore, she tried to shake her head, but her gesture was barely noticeable.

“Did you miss me?”

At last, you had closed the final distance between the two of you and softly pressed your body against hers, causing Jennie to gasp. She could feel your breath on her face, but you didn’t stop moving closer. Your lips were so close that Jennie could almost taste them. But just when they were about to touch, a ringing sound could be heard, indicating that the elevator had reached the right floor. The door opened and you pushed yourself off her with a smirk. Jennie inhaled shakily to recollect herself, but right in that moment, you grabbed her wrist again to drag her behind you. Apparently, her nightmare disguised as a daydream wasn’t over yet. With big steps you crossed the hallway until you were standing in front of her apartment door.

“Unlock.”

You ordered firmly, causing Jennie to flinch.

Immediately, she started rummaging in her bag to search for the keys, but she was too nervous to steady her hands. You had completely thrown her off balance and all the sensory impressions around her were too much for her to take in. In her mind, she still tried to process the scenario in the elevator just now, causing her to lose focus and making it impossible to find the keys. Eventually, you huffed impatiently and yanked the bag out of her hands to get the keys yourself. You merely needed a second before you had found the desired item and cleared the way into her apartment.

Roughly, you pushed Jennie inside before slamming the door shut and pressing her against it. All she could do was to stare at you with wide eyes as you smirked smugly. Slowly, you lifted your hand and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear before letting your finger graze her jawline. Jennie’s eyelids automatically fluttered close due to the sensation and she felt like she was melting under your touch.

“Perfect.”

You whispered, your mouth being so close next to her ear that shivers ran down Jennie’s spine.

When she opened her eyes again, you were staring at her intently and Jennie immediately got lost in your eyes. How she had missed being so close to you. She didn’t know why anyone would ever think that she had power over you when in reality, it was the exact opposite. One word from you and she was quiet; one touch and her heart jumped out of her chest; one look like the one that you were giving her right now and she could feel heat spreading in her core. She just couldn’t bear this tension anymore. She knew that you were having fun right now while teasing her, but she needed to taste your lips at least. Hastily, she leaned forward to grab your hips in order to pull you in, but she grasped at nothing, almost causing her to fall over. You had suddenly taken a step back, causing Jennie to stare at you in confusion.

“Sucks to be left high and dry, doesn’t it?”

You chuckled with an evil smile playing on your lips and Jennie wondered if she had misheard your statement. With her hands still hovering in the air, she stood frozen in place, unable to say a single word, much to your amusement. An ugly laugh caused your chest to tremble and Jennie flinched in shock.

“Oh you are adorable.”

You sighed, although the mockery was not to miss hearing.

“And so, so dumb...”

Slowly, Jennie realized what was going on, but her heart refused to believe it.

“You think, you’re so good, don’t you? You think that just one look will make me fall for you again, right? But you’re wrong. You can’t satisfy me. You never could.”

There was pure disgust in your voice that caused tears to pool in Jennie’s eyes.

“Did you think our little quickie had been enough to make me forget about everything you’ve done? I have always needed more. I wanted your love, Jennie. But a monster like you can’t give me that. I know that now.”

As you kept talking, Jennie felt herself drifting away mentally. She heard your words, she felt them cutting deep into her heart, into her soul, but she couldn’t bring herself to fight back. She didn’t care about the pain anymore. It was what she deserved after all.

“But Subin can give me what I want. She can give me so much more than you. You are nothing but selfish, pathetic and incapable of love. You’ve proven that over and over again. Did you really think, I would ever come back to you?”

You scoffed sardonically, causing Jennie to feel more mortified than ever before. Yes, once again, she had hoped that she could be good enough for you. And once again, she had proven that she wasn’t.  

Jennie didn’t know how long you kept mocking her. It felt like hours. Every word dug a little deeper into her chest and in the end, a huge hole was ripped into it, causing a torrent of blood to gush out of her heart. She felt like a ghost and apparently that was truly all that was left of her, because you didn’t bother to let her defend herself. Instead, you turned on your heel as soon as you were done talking and left her standing there in her misery.

Jennie wished that you had just talked a little longer. Maybe your words could have made the hole in her chest consume her completely, instead of leaving behind the zombie that she was right now. Half dead, half alive and the only antidote to her slow death had just walked out of her life.

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As you bolted through the front door of the apartment building, you gasped for air as if you had been holding your breath since setting foot in this place. What had you done? That couldn’t have been you. You weren’t one to play dirty; much less one to take revenge. But after Jennie had stumbled into your arms and you had seen the regret and desire in her eyes, you knew that she would be an easy victim. For once, you had the upper hand. You could give her a taste of her own medicine.

But it seemed like you had given yourself a hefty sip of it too. There was a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, and you didn’t feel as glorious as you thought you would. You felt like throwing up. You tumbled over in the little front yard of the apartment complex, but nothing left your body. Because it wasn’t your stomach that was rebelling against you. It was your bad conscious. You didn’t know how Jennie could have survived her games with you unscathed. The picture of her petite figure standing in front of you hunched in pain was engraved into your brain now. And even worse, it had carved into your heart too, ripping it into two.

“Damn it!!”

You yelled, ramming your fist against the tree next to you, causing the skin around your knuckles to break open. Blood was dripping to the floor, but you couldn’t care less.

You weren’t supposed to feel this way. You shouldn’t have feelings for Jennie anymore. But why did it hurt so much right now? Why had you almost discarded your plan and kissed her senseless up there? Yes, Jennie had been your drug. But you had been sober for a while now. How long would it take until you finally had her out of your system? Your world shouldn’t revolve around Jennie anymore, it should revolve around...

Subin.

In shock, you ripped your head up, remembering that you had left your girlfriend at a table with a bunch of strangers after giving a highly questionable excuse why you had to chase after Jennie. Subin knew that she was your ex, but you might have left out a few details concerning your relationship. Your girlfriend knew that Jennie had broken your heart, but she didn’t know that it had never mended ever since. And she should never learn. Therefore, you needed to get back to her. Since storming out of Jinyong’s apartment too much time had already passed, and you weren’t sure whether Subin was still waiting for you there. Plus, you didn’t really want to go back again and explain yourself. It would be for the best if you would just go home and simply send Jiyong an apologetic text for being a bad guest. For now, Subin was your priority.

Determined, you walked to the street, only to curse a second later when you realized that you hadn’t come here with your own car. With an annoyed huff, you pulled out your phone to order a car which would cost you precious time that you didn’t have. But there was nothing that you could do. Reluctantly, you waited for the car before ordering the driver to bring you home. Nervously, you sat in the backseat, bouncing your leg and thinking about the consequences of tonight. How would your girlfriend react? You hadn’t only ditched her, you had ditched her for your ex-girlfriend; who you had almost seduced. Frustrated, you grasped your hair. This was a disaster.

“Rough night, hm?”

The driver chuckled from the front seat and you flashed him a tired smile. You weren’t in the mood for jokes right now. You needed an adequate solution. For one, you had to apologize to your girlfriend. A difficult task, but not impossible. For two, you had to get Jennie out of your system. That, on the other hand, was a borderline insane task which needed thorough planning which you weren’t capable of doing tonight. Therefore, you chose to stick to the easier task for now.

You needed to make an overwhelmingly good apology to your girlfriend and you already knew where to begin with that.

“Can we stop by the next convenience store please?”

There was nothing that a sincere apology and some flowers couldn’t fix, so you ordered the driver to make a little stopover. A quick solution which allowed you to find yourself in front of Subin’s apartment 15 minutes later with a bouquet of flowers in your hands and a drafted apology in your head. You looked up at the building from the car, seeing that there was still light in Subin’s windows and you inhaled deeply to calm your nerves.

“You’ve got this buddy!”

The driver gave you an encouraging thumbs up and you thanked him before exiting the car.

Slowly, you walked up to the entry and let yourself in with the key that Subin had given you a while back. For once, you decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator in order to be able to have a little more time to recollect yourself. When you finally reached her apartment door, you felt more or less like you hadn’t made the worst decisions of your life tonight. Your hands had finally stopped trembling and your brain was able to focus on anything else but Jennie again. Therefore, you unlocked the door and silently slipped into the apartment like so many times before.

Inside, everything seemed to be like usual. The TV was running and Subin was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in her hands. Only when she turned her head to look at you, you gulped thickly. She didn’t seem to be seething in anger, but her gaze wasn’t friendly either.

“Hey, babe.”

You waved awkwardly, but Subin ignored you coldly to pay attention to the TV again. She was definitely mad...

With slouched shoulders, you walked up to her in order to sit down next to her, like a child preparing to be scolded. Regardless of her ignorance, you cleared your throat and started to apologize.

“I’m really sorry, Subin. I know this evening was nothing like it was supposed to be and I really deeply regret how I handled everything. But I can explain.”

Carefully, you glanced up to see how your girlfriend would react. She rolled her eyes in annoyance but turned off the TV in order to pay attention to you.

“This explanation better be good. You left me alone with complete strangers, Y/N.”

If looks could kill, you would be dead by now. But you didn’t let yourself be discouraged.

“It is! You know about my history with Jennie. The thing is that I left a few things out...”

Your statement seemed to have sparked Subin’s interest and she turned her torso in order to be able to look at you better.

“I know that Jennie always seems to be a cold person on TV, but she isn’t. She struggles a lot with her fame, and she has a lot of issues that not a lot of people are aware of. But I am. And I know that she tends to deal with her issues horribly. So when I saw her earlier, I got really worried. I was afraid that she would do something rash, which turned out to be right. She was completely wasted and wanted to drive home. And I couldn’t allow that. So I brought her home.”

Technically, you weren’t lying; at least that was what you told yourself in order to not let your bad conscious drag you down again. Maybe you weren’t necessarily telling the whole truth, but you meant well. You were trying to spare Subin’s heart. She didn’t deserve to get tangled up in this mess. You loved her and that was all that mattered. The rest had to be fixed by you alone.

“Oh I didn’t know that.”

Subin simply said and you saw that her angry demeanor was starting to crumble.

“Of course, you didn’t. You couldn’t have known! And that’s on me. I haven’t told you the whole truth, because I had the feeling that I still had to protect Jennie. But I don’t need to do that. I’m with you and only you. So I need to start behaving accordingly.”

Carefully, you took your girlfriend’s hand, expecting her to pull away, but when she didn’t, you continued.

“I promise that I’ll work on myself in the future. No more erratic decisions and I promise to communicate better. No more secrets.”

You smiled, but you wondered whether Subin was able to see the shadow that laid upon you tonight. You weren’t yourself. You didn’t know who this monster was that looked like you but didn’t act accordingly. But it was shocking to hear those lies rolling off your tongue like they meant nothing. When had you become a perfect liar? You hoped that it wasn’t too late to save yourself though. You just needed a fresh start. You needed to leave everything behind and forget about the past.

Your salvation significantly depended on your girlfriend though, so you looked at her pleadingly.

“Fine, I’ll forgive you. But don’t you dare to ever leave me alone with your weird friends again!”

Subin chuckled and you laughed out loud.

“I promise.”

You whispered as you already closed the distance between the two of you to connect your lips.

Nothing was in the way between you and your fresh start now anymore.

At least that was what you had thought. But like always, it was so much easier to make promises than to keep them. You wanted to be better for Subin; you really did. You were ready to let go of the past, but what you didn’t realize was that it wasn’t ready to let go of you.

And your obliviousness should turn out to be your doom.

[noonachronicles]

Everlong - Epilogue

Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

Word count: 21k

Warnings: 85,900% Domesticity. Now with Real Smut™ (x3). Sprinkling of pregnancy kink. Language. Unrealistic expectations of love and relationships. Seriously unrealistic. Honestly, maybe a little unhealthy even. Excessive fluff. The only angst comes from left over self-esteem issues caused by that B word.

Genre: Hades/Jiyong. Greek God AU. Fantasy.

A/N: For consistency’s sake, I made the decision to refer to Ji/Hades as just Hades the whole time, but y’all know Hades is Ji and Ji is Hades and hopefully it’s nbd. I just wanted to say I actually feel pretty fortunate I got to go back to Everlong. It’s definitely one of my favorite worlds and I could probably write about them forever. My wish with this is that everyone who has been waiting for it enjoys it and doesn’t think it’s a totally cheesy snoozefest. >.< 

Spoiler Alert: I feel like a lot of people, myself included, wanted to see Hades get his happy ending. That’s definitely what they’ve been given here.Things people seemed to want out of an Epilogue included Ji!Hades as a dad. Ji!Hades with the love he deserves. Persephone being a brat. And FINALLY the non-dream smut everyone has been waiting for. So, it’s all there. I hope I didn’t miss anything!

Hades didn’t waste a single moment. There was absolutely nothing more he wanted than to spend his entire existence with you. Almost immediately after you had agreed to stay with him in the underworld he asked you to marry him. Your answer left your lips before he could even finish the question. You had said yes without an ounce of hesitation and knowing that you meant it when you said forever gave Hades a greater joy than he’d ever known. He had actually been ready to ask you that very first night, but he was forced to wait an entire weekend due to your unquenchable thirst for him. Though truthfully, he had absolutely no complaints.

The wedding had been held on Mount Olympus, as was tradition for all of the major deities. You’d only visited the location once prior to your wedding day. The trip had just been for you to see it. Since it seemed whether or not you liked it you didn’t have much of a say and there wasn’t really anywhere else you wanted to have it anyway. Luckily you did like it. Luckily you loved it. You thought it was beautiful, absolutely heavenly.

That first visit was when you met some of Hades family for the first time as well. The look of absolute fear on his face as his family introduced themselves would always be one of your favorite memories of him, he was so precious. He didn’t care if they liked you. He loved you and nothing they said would change it. He had been worried you wouldn’t like them. That you would hate them so much that you’d call off the wedding, unable to fathom being in a family with his siblings.

Fortunately Hera, Hestia, and you became quick friends. The two of them had dragged you away for hours to discuss wedding details. Apollo and Athena thought you were very clever and told Hades you were one of the funniest people they’d had the pleasure of knowing. Dionysus, Zeus, and Ares all tried to seduce you, which came as a surprise to absolutely no one. You loved his family and it only made him love you more. He told you he thought it was because of you that they seemed to like him more than usual, even making him promise that he would come around more even after the wedding and telling him how much they had missed him. It had been clear to you that they had always loved him and it was his own self-consciousness that distanced him from them.

Though he had already made you one of the immortal, Hades' family had declared that they did not accept it as true godhood. They advised the pair of you that your wedding would have to be done in the tradition of their followers, sacrifices and all. As a compensation Zeus promised that once the wedding was completed he would officially grant you godhood. Knowing that his siblings were giving him a hard time, as siblings do, you found the requirement to be quite amusing and you laughed along with them. Annoyed, Hades found it torturous and unnecessary. Despite either of your feelings it meant that, as was tradition, your wedding lasted three days.

Since you didn’t have any female friends or relatives you spent the night of proaulia with Hades sisters and female family members, as well as your grandmother who had been given a reprieve from death for the wedding. It was especially funny as a part of the traditions you were meant to give offerings to several of the goddesses at your gathering. Instead of the typical offerings you made them all personalized desserts and allowed Athena to do your hair as you gossiped about what Hades had been like before he met you.

The second day was the gamos. The day started with a sacrifice and receiving blessings from the gods, your new family. You’d been washed under a waterfall of the purest water you’d ever seen in your life. Then, together, you and Hades made an offering to his family for your future. After that was a massive feast that included the entire Greek pantheon. That part was the hardest for you. Not only being overwhelmed by the sheer number of guests but because the men and women sat separate from one another and all you wanted to do was hold Hades hand. However, as promised, at the feast Zeus offered you a plate of ambrosia and a goblet overflowing with nectar. As a part of his toast he had the court cheers to you, a true goddess and the new Queen of the Underworld.

Once the feast was over there was still to be the anakalupteria or the removal of your veil. You thought it was a little silly considering the tradition was in reference to virginity, but you went along with it regardless. With you still veiled, the procession started. You and Hades, in a perfectly hand crafted chariot, which took you through the streets of Olympus. Zeus filled the night sky with lightning bolts until it looked like fireworks and the pantheon's cheers sounded like thunder all the way from the feast in the great hall until you were home. Comfortably alone in your home Hades removed your veil and then he removed everything else you wore as well.  

The next day came epaulia, when the pantheon came to your home in the underworld and presented the two of you with their gifts. Since the place so rarely saw guests and they’d all taken the time to come you wanted to make the event more of a reception. There was more feasting, drinking, and dancing in excess. All six gardens were flooded with life and joy from your guests as they celebrated with the two of you under the sparkling night.

That night Hades stood, drink in hand, and looked over his property with joy in his heart. Seeing his home filled with the laughter and happiness of his friends and family was something he’d wanted for a long time. He was so grateful for you, knowing that without you it would never have been possible.

When he wasn’t beside you he watched you diligently to make sure you were enjoying yourself, still worried that you might find his family in any way distasteful. Though he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have stared regardless with the way your dress flowed behind you as you moved and the silks and chiffons draped around your body so perfectly. He thought you looked, appropriately, like a goddess. Your smile was so bright and warm that everyone you spoke to was glowing with happiness. He was certain he had never loved anything or anyone more than you.

His mood dampened only slightly when he felt the cold chill that surrounded his ex wife, and the strong scent of daffodil and roses that always lingered around her. A smell that now made him want to openly gag. He didn’t even have to look to know she’d found her way to him. Her gaze burned into his back and he could feel the tension gather in his shoulders from just her presence.

“Hades…” she greeted him, not unkindly.

For a moment neither of them expected him to respond, but he offered her a jagged, “What?”

“The house looks nice.” Persephone said, stepping beside him. “Feels like ages since I’ve seen it. Or you.”

“Should have been longer.” He muttered.

“You look very handsome and you seem... happy.”

He kept his eyes on you, a calming vision. “I seem happy because I am happy.”

“I saw you kept my statue.”

“Just waiting for it's replacement.”

“Hmmm.” She sighed and leaned closer.

Hades cleared his throat, “Why are you here, Seph?”

“I told you, it’s been ages. I wanted to see how you were doing. Make sure you were truly as happy as they’ve been saying on Olympus.”

“I am. I finally found the greatest love I’ve ever known.” He eased at the thought of you, “And I made her my wife. How could I not be happy?”

“The greatest love you’ve ever known. You’re sure?” She asked, “You don’t really believe that for a second time do you?”

Hades said nothing, he only scoffed at her attempt. He wasn’t going to let her ruin this day for him the way she had ruined so many others.

“Anyway, she’s okay.” Persephone continued with a shrug, “Seems nice enough, a little dim witted if you ask me.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask you.”

She ignored the bite in his tone. “You see you have to be a little dim witted to voluntarily spend eternity in the underworld. Even you were coerced here by your brothers.”

“Seriously, what are you doing here?” He asked, still refusing to look at her. “What will it take for you to leave?”

“I love a good wedding.” She said simply. “Plus after all of our history together, I thought we were friends.”

“We were never friends, Seph. Don’t bullshit me.”

Persephone hummed thoughtfully, and chose to ignore him once more. “I guess she’s cute at least. For a faux goddess anyway. I was going to say homely originally but I suppose she does have a nice smile.”

“There is nothing and no one more beautiful in this or any other universe than my bride.” Hades said with a small smile.

He could tell you were searching for him and he watched as a glow washed over you when you’d finally found him. By just the look on your face he could tell the story of the conversation you were having with Narcissus was going to be amazing later.

It was then that he finally looked over at Persephone, “And no, I never once said that about you.”

“When did you become so hurtful?” She asked softly, getting no response in return. Then after a pause she asked, “What will you do if she wants children?”

“It’s my hope that she does.”

“Why would you hope for that? Aren’t you infertile?” She quipped, “I always assumed that you were since we never had children together.”

“It couldn’t have been that you were never around. That we hardly ever had sex and when we did you weren’t very good.” He rolled his eyes. “How true to character, Persephone. Never taking responsibility, always placing the blame on someone else.”

“I’m just afraid it won’t last.” Persephone said harshly, furious that he’d found the audacity to speak to her that way.

As she watched you enjoying yourself with her family, in the home that she built. She came to the quick conclusion that all of this was your fault. She wasn’t sure exactly what you’d done to Hades but she didn’t like it at all. Determination grew inside of her. She would just have to prove to herself and the both of you that she still reigned superior. She didn’t want him to be happy with her, absolutely not, but she couldn’t have him anything but miserable without her.  

“Someone from topside?” she went on, “She doesn’t understand what she’s gotten herself into. But that’s how you like your wives, isn’t it? Clueless. Helpless.”

“You knew what it meant to marry me.”

“How could I have? I was a child when we met.”

He scoffed in disbelief of what she was saying. “You’ve never been a child, Seph. You were always a bitch. Very much born your father's daughter.”

“Even if I did, does she actually know what it means to marry you?” She asked, ignoring his comment, “Truly, does she know? Being trapped forever in the underworld with you.”

“She knows.”

She shook her head and gave a small tsk, “How could she? Pathos said the two of you haven't even been together a full year. Poor girl doesn’t know what eternity means. She’ll never make it, Hades. She will absolutely lose her mind and she will leave you like everyone else does. Down here, all alone. What’s worse is that not only have you imprisoned her in the underworld, you’ve trapped her in immortality. Everyone knows what you did. Giving someone immortality without their consent? Like she's just a play thing for you. A toy. Surely if she doesn’t try to escape you, you’ll just get bored of her. And then what?”

“You should leave.” Hades gulped.

He didn’t believe the words she was saying, at least he didn’t want to. However he knew and now Persephone knew that she’d successfully planted the seed of doubt she’d been trying for in the garden of his mind.

She just grinned over at him, feeling pleased with the doubt written on his face. “The party has just begun.”

He could feel the heat rising on his neck. He wanted to yell, throw her out, to cause a scene. Then, as if you knew he needed you, you were at his side. Slipping your arms around his waist and landing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Hi.” You smiled brightly at him and he brightly back at you.

“Hi.” He said softly, kissing you again.

“Are you having fun?”

He settled his hands on your hips. “Infinitely more now that I have you here.”

You melted into him as he kissed your lips and then your cheek and down your neck. His hands inched up the curve of your back, sending a shiver of delight through your body. With a smirk you looked over at Persephone who seemed deeply disturbed by the public display of affection.

“I don’t think we’ve met.” You said, throwing your hand out to her, “Who are you again?”

Knowing that you knew exactly who she was Hades laughed against your neck.

“Persephone.” She hissed her name like venom and you pulled your hand back so you wouldn’t get bit.

“Oh, right, the ex-wife!” You said enthusiastically as you looked over at her. “Glad you could make it. I can’t say I know where you got your invitation but, all's well that ends well I suppose.”

“Right and you must be the prisoner.” She glared back at you.

“I thought people said you were trying to make ‘The Topsider’ a thing.” You said curiously, “Rule of thumb, nicknames don’t stick if you don’t stick with them.”

Hades looked at you with complete and utter adoration. He’d been trying so far in your relationship to keep you away from her. He should have always known you could handle Persephone. Especially with how you always handled him. His arms tightened around your waist.

“And what do you call me?” she asked.

“Oh, I think being you is enough of an insult. Why call you anything else?” You asked innocently.

Hades choked trying to hold back a laugh. With no surprise to any of you, Persephone did not find you as amusing.

“How are you enjoying my home?” She asked cooly, “Do you spend much time in my gardens?”

“No,” You smiled sweetly, “because actually, nothing here is yours. This is my home and these are my gardens. Especially when you consider how much work I put into cleaning up the mess you left.”

Your husband said nothing, he knew he didn’t have to. Instead he raised an amused eyebrow   while he slid the strap of your dress to the side and pressed his lips against the soft skin of your shoulder as the both of you waited for Persphones response.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” She spat.

“I’m sure the house looked lovely when you had originally designed it, but everything you’d done was so...tacky and outdated.” You grinned, pleased by the red that bloomed at her throat, “Hades and I had to redo almost the entire palace. Of course it’s not all done,  there’s so much, but we do have an eternity to finish. I’m not worried. ”

“You decorated together?” She scoffed and you laughed.

“Well it is his home as well. Perhaps where you’re confused is the part where Hades and I have respect for one another. We share a partnership. Not…” you gestured loosely to Persephone as if she were something distasteful, “whatever that was.”

“And my gardens?” She asked, “You’re suggesting they weren’t up to par?”

“Oh, Sephy,” she shot daggers at Hades, knowing it had to have been him that told you how much she hated being called Sephy. “I’m not suggesting anything. I’m telling you. The gardens were a disaster. Nothing made any sense. Aesthetically…  it was horrifying. Some spots were overrun, others left bare. No worries now though, I’ve fixed everything. Well, we had to, for the wedding.”

This time Persphone laughed, “Are you really saying you put together a better garden than me? Do you realize who I am? I’m the fucking goddess of vegetation and flowers. You, a nobody...an absolute nothing, did a better job than I had?”

You raised your hand to your chest in surprise and feigned a gasp, “Is that what you’re the goddess of? It’s funny, I had just always assumed they had gods and goddesses rule over things they had at least some sort of understanding of. I never would have guessed that for you. Absolutely...never.”

Persephone let out a hysterical gasp as if you’d broken her. She looked manic but like she was trying desperately to keep it together. “I could just kill you. I really could. You're so-you’re so-funny. No one should be as funny as you are. I absolutely wish you were dead.”

With an obviously fake laugh you placed a hand on her shoulder and she pulled back like you were made of fire, “Lucky for me I’m immortal.”

Never having seen Persephone so angry before Hades wrapped his arms around you more protectively. “Seph, I apologize for my wife. She’s so… what was it you said? Sharp witted?”

“I said dim.”

Hades laughed, “Well I think we all know she’s not that.”

“In all honesty, it was such a joy getting to meet you finally, Persephone.” You oozed sarcasm, “But you don’t mind if I steal him from you, right? I mean…steal him again.”

“You can’t steal trash from someone if they had already thrown it away.” She sneered.

“That is your, and I can not emphasize this enough, absolute loss.” You smiled once more. “You should go have a drink or twelve. We knew Dionysus would be here so of course the booze is endless.”

“Sure.” You basked in the anger radiating off of her. “Enjoy your eternity long sentence in the underworld.”

“Interesting.” You grinned, “Before you started continuously mentioning it, I never imagined myself as someone with a prisoner kink, but with Hades as my warden I could really consider it. What do you think, my love? Cuff me up later?”

“Anything for my Queen.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your lips. It was meant to be sweet, gentle. Neither of you were prepared for the moan that would escape your mouth.

Forgetting Persephone completely you eyed Hades, “Do you think it would make us bad hosts if we disappeared?”

“No, of course not.” He looked around and then back at you, “Most of them are too drunk to remember what the party is for anyway. Could be a wedding. Could be a birthday. Could be a Tuesday.”

“Good,” You leaned forward and pulled his lip between your teeth. When you pulled back your eyes were dark with lust and it twisted a knot in his stomach. “Take me somewhere we’ll never be found. Now.”

Without so much as a goodbye to Persephone the two of you took off like teenagers, in a fit of giggles and hormones, to find somewhere you could be alone.

A thousand years had passed since that night, literal lifetimes, but for Hades it still felt like it had happened yesterday. It was one of his favorite memories. He always thought about it fondly, especially when he was missing you like he did now.

It wasn’t often you weren’t by his side but when you weren’t it was near agonizing. The seed Persephone had planted still grew like a weed in his mind. All he could think about was you being somewhere falling in love with being away from him. He could picture you realizing how much you longed for true independence. He imagined you would run away into the night without another word. Despite how long you’d stayed so far the fear never lessened. It was almost as if the more time passed the more he worried. You were a bomb ticking away, and the longer this went on the more likely you were to go off and leave. He knew you’d call him dramatic if you knew his feelings about it. He also knew that when you finally made that decision to leave it would devastate him and he’d likely collapse into himself like a dying star.  

He eyed the empty throne beside his, your throne. It had been almost two full days this time since he’d seen you. His leg shook anxiously and he tried to hold onto the way you looked on your wedding night to calm his nerves.

“Hades, Sir.” the sound of Phobos’ voice brought him back to the throne room, however reluctantly. “Perhaps we should begin.”

“What have I said about starting without her?”

Phobos looked over at his brother, Deimos, who only shrugged and sighed, “We don’t, Sir. We do not start without her.”

“Good, glad you agree. We’ll wait.” He said clearly moody. “She will be here soon enough.”

“I’m not saying she’s not coming. I’m just saying…” he said cautiously, “It couldn’t hurt to get through a couple without her.”

Hades looked at Phobos with eyes so sharp and so heated the latter god thought he’d died, been burned alive. If looks could kill.

“Oh, is that what you’re saying? Just go on? Move forward without her? As if it were possible.”

“No.” He gulped, “It was a joke. I was just joking.”

“Well, believe me when I say I thought it was funny.” Hades said deadpan. He leaned back in his throne with a huff and a childlike pout. He continued to tap his fingers on the armrest.

It was only a few more minutes before the sound of the door at the front of the hall bursting open and slamming against the wall cut through the air of the silent room. After a long sigh of relief Hades chuckled lightly at the sound and the following echo of your shoes speeding through the giant hall.

“Sorry! Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry!” You called hurriedly as you made your way to the platform completely out of breath. “I’m late. I'm so sorry.”

“The Queen is never late, she is always right on time.” Hades eyes sparkled like universes as you came into view, pushing through the waiting souls.

“Ugh,” looking at Deimos’ smirking face you rolled your eyes at how absolutely cheesy your husband was. “Phobos, I know you worry. I’m sorry I’m late.”

“Ma’am, please, there’s no need to apologize.” He assured you.

“We’ve talked about ‘ma’am, did you forget?”

Phobos leaned in slightly, and said very quietly, “Sir prefers that we remain professional with you in front of the souls, y/n. You know that.”

“Yes well, Sir,” you said, eyeing your husband, “would be okay with the pronoun choices because his sounds distinguished and dominant. Ma’am makes me sound like an old woman that you’re trying to placate. So let’s just figure out something else, okay? I did give you an alternative option...”

“Of course, sorry ma-” he stopped himself and you tried not to laugh as his cheeks burned red, “My apologies...Your Eminence. Regardless, no need for you to ever be sorry to me.”

Still trying to hold back the laugh from him calling you Your Eminence, which you knew he hated, you lifted the basket that was at your side and swung it in front of him. “So, no need for these freshly baked apology muffins then?”

“Well...I mean, you’ve already made them. I’d hate to be rude.” He shrugged.

“I knew you would hate that.” You winked as he took the basket and held up a finger before digging under the cloth on top, “I just need...this one. Thank you.”

You took your one muffin and hurried up the platform and sunk down into your throne with an exhausted sigh. Leaning over the armrest you offered the treat to Hades.

“A muffin for my muffin?”

He blushed as he took it from you. “Pear?”

“Always.” You said looking him over and then you scowled. “Not wearing your crown? Again.”

“I don’t like to wear it when you’re not here.” He said quietly as he unwrapped his treat, “It makes me feel silly.”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed through pursed lips and then decided to let it go. “Did you miss me?”

“Every second you were gone.”

Sinking down into your seat you let out a light laugh. “Liar. I bet you didn’t even think about me once.”

Opening your notebook, the one that matched Hades, you started to read up on the souls that awaited judgement. You were sure that he’d already memorized every last one in this room while you were running late. With a slight pout on his lips Hades didn’t move his eyes from you, not even for a second. Finally realizing that he hadn’t started judgements you looked up from your book to find him staring.

“What?”

“I hope you know that’s not true, y/n.” He sounded hurt. “You’re all I think about.”

“I know four girls that would be very disappointed to hear that.” You grinned.

“Tell me.” He said seriously, “Tell me you know it’s not true.”

Smiling in full you held out your hand to him and he laced his fingers with yours. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze you said, “I know you think about me. You’re all I think about too.”

Finally happy Hades pulled your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles and then turned to Phobos with a smile. “We can begin.”

-

You had taken quite nicely to your role as Queen of the Underworld. Along with your responsibility of judging souls side by side with Hades you had also been tasked with providing for the gods and creatures that lived and worked in the underworld. You made sure that they were happy and comfortable in their positions and had everything they needed. You counseled those in need and resolved conflicts between those who quarreled. You were constantly planning for festivals and celebrations. Even other gods came to visit more and more often when before they never had. The people of the underworld loved you dearly, and were grateful for all that you did for them. More than anything they appreciated the effect you had on Hades himself. His disposition was much more cheerful. He was much more cheerful and far more understanding.

You didn’t really think you were doing anything special, you just felt like you were helping out where help was needed. You didn’t find any of it at all difficult. Everything you did was for Hades, both the man and your home. In return for all that you did Hades gave you everything you asked for. He did everything you wanted. He agreed with everything you said. You found that pretty unnecessary. You didn’t need that from him and constantly had to make sure he knew that. He assured you every time that he did it all because he wanted to.

The only thing you ever truly asked from him was for your grandmother to be moved from the Forest of Asphodel to the Towers of Elysium. That was usually the only other place you would be found if you weren’t at Hades side. You always spent at least one full day with her a week, sometimes staying the night, but you saw her everyday. She took great joy in taking care of your children so you brought them to her each and every morning. She was a wonderful teacher who brought them to new places, and taught them new lessons with every visit. Her favorite joke, which she told you every time you thanked her for watching them was that they kept her young.

“Looks like it’ll rain tonight.” You said thoughtfully eyeing the grey clouds overhead. “Something warm would be nice for dinner. Will you make your spaghetti sauce? You know Things One and Two always love to help you.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” Hades agreed quietly, as the two of you made your way down the road that took you home. “How’s grandmother?”

“Lovely as always. We made muffins, obviously. I think we were outside of London, that little cottage she loves.” You shrugged.

“You stayed longer than usual. Is everything okay?”

You laughed, knowing what his real concern was. You reached your hand out for his. “We drank too much wine and got caught up in a marathon of true crime shows.”

Gripping your hand tightly he stopped you in the middle of the road. With his one hand he pulled you close to his chest and with the free hand he gently brushed your cheek with his fingertips. “Oh.”

“Oh?” You smirked, lifting your arm up around his shoulder. “You really did miss me, didn't you?”

“I told you I did”. He pouted. “I can’t sleep when you’re not around.”

“Me neither. Why do you think I drank so much wine?”  You kissed his rounded cheek and with a chuckle you pushed him along. “Come on then, you must be exhausted.”

“Thank you for recognizing that.” He said jokingly, “It was very hard watching the girls on very little sleep.”

“Speaking of, grandma can’t watch the kids next week.”

“That’s a first. Is anything wrong?”

You shook your head, “She’s just ‘renovating’ her paradise. She wants to spend the holidays somewhere tropical.”

“That’ll be nice for her.” He tightened his grip around your waist as you walked. “You know what? We should take the week off! Spend it together, us and the girls.”

“Phobos will have a heart attack.”

“We can just work extra hard this week to make sure everything is cleared out.” He shrugged, “It’ll be fine. I’ve left it in worse conditions. Not sure you remember how much time I had to spend away while courting you.”

“I remember,” you admitted fondly, “I helped you clean up that mess.”

Most of the rest of the walk was done in comfortable silence. You spent the time reminiscing about the time he spent with you in the bakery, and when he brought you here for the first time. Before you even knew he was who he was. Then it had you thinking about how quickly the walk to and from the pavilion was from home. You thought about when you first came, how it took days to get around, and grinned to yourself.

“Something on your mind?”

“I just realized how it really takes no time at all to get anywhere in the underworld.” you said thoughtfully as the palace made its way into view. “We can visit everywhere in a single afternoon but it took us days to get around.”  

“And?”

“Just made me think about when you first brought me here...about how you really took your time with me.” you laughed as you made your way through the open iron gates to the garden.

Typically the gardens and the underworld in general were sun drenched. However, with the grey rain clouds filling the skies they looked gloomy and almost unwelcoming.

Hades chuckled, “Don’t I usually take my time with you?”

“Cheeky.”

A light rain finally started as the two of you made your way down the, now very familiar, cobblestone path. Water droplets fell from dark green leaves and on to the ground at your feet. It smelled lovely, you’d thought, like fresh soil and clean air. Sunny days were beautiful but rainy days were better. Cozier.

As the entrance of your home grew closer something in you felt hesitant to go inside. Moving through the courtyard you paused in front of the statue Hades’ had made of the two of you. Not the erotic one he’d told he’d have made long ago. It was a more appropriate one, a sweet embrace, foreheads pressed together intimately. It was your favorite and had been since the day it arrived. Hades moved just past you but you stopped him.

“Wait.” You said grabbing his wrist.

“You okay?”

“Yeah...I just.” You pulled him into you with a small smile before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. “I just want another minute alone with you.”

“Oh.” Taken by surprise he wrapped his arms around your waist while you tucked your face into his neck. “Okay, of course.”

“You smell so nice.” You murmured.

“Thank you.” He blushed, “You smell nice too.”

The two of you stayed like that for some time despite the rain falling down on you, soaking through your clothes. He really loved the little moments you had alone. Of course he loved having a big family, it was what he’d always wanted but he would have also been happy with a thousand more years just the two of you too. And he still worried all the time that a big family wasn’t what you wanted and that it would be a big part of the reason you’d eventually you’d ask him if you could leave.

“You know what I miss?” You asked quietly.

And there it was, he thought. You were going to say you missed being alone or missed the freedom of being literally anywhere else. You were going to ask if he wouldn’t mind if you took a week or two away just to rejuvenate. Instead of being rejuvenated you were going to realize how much you loved the lack of constant responsibility. The beginning of the end, finally had come.

“Hades...” you grabbed his chin, turning his face to yours, “Do you know what I miss?”

“A quiet home?” He asked as his shoulders sank.

“What?” You laughed and shook your head. “No. I was going to say… I miss having sex all over the place.”

“What?!” He nearly choked.

“When we first got together you couldn’t keep your hands off me. I’m pretty sure we fucked everywhere. All over this place. Whenever you wanted, wherever you wanted. Then all of a sudden a thousand years pass by and it feels like maybe you’re bored with me.” You pouted.

Hades leaned out of your embrace and placed the back of his hand to your forehead. “Do you feel okay? Do you have some horrible fever that’s melted your brain?”

“I’m serious, Hades.” You said. “Are we just a boring old married couple now? Do I not excite you anymore?”

“You’re out of your mind, love.” He assured you. “I think about having you everyday. I want you all the time. The only reason I don’t have you when I want anymore is because I can only imagine how traumatic it would be for one of our poor children to catch us disrobed on the staircase.”

“You promise you still want me?”

“What did we vow?” He answered with a question of his own.

Finally a smile met your lips, “Forever and everlong.”

“And that’s what I meant. I still want you more than anything. More and more everyday. More than the air in my lungs.” He promised, “Cross my heart.”

“Dramatic. As always.” You sighed, satisfied, and turned out of his arms to head inside finally. “But I believe you.”

“Not so fast.” He said keeping your hand in his. He brought you over to one of the low brick walls and leaned against it. “Come here.”

“What do you want?” You grinned as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer until his leg was between yours.

“Use me” he said with a deviant glint in his eyes, “That’s what I want.”

“What, right here?” You laughed, “In the rain?”

“We’re all alone and we don’t even have to take our clothes off.” He smirked, “You know how to do it, baby.”

“Okay…” embarrassed and giggly, you agreed. As you pulled the skirt of your dress around your hips, you stepped forward and sunk down onto his thigh.

“I love you.” He murmured against your neck. His hands slipped over your ass and squeezed as you started to roll your hips, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Stop.” A gasp escaped you as you felt the tingle of friction that you were searching for. You nuzzled into his neck breathing in the scent of him, spiced chocolate. “Mm, you always feel so good. Just what I need.”

The fingers from one of his hands dug into your hip while his other hand eased upwards and cupped your breast. His thumb brushed your nipple through the rain wet fabric before squeezing you roughly in his palm. The sounds of your moans and whimpers collected in his ear. You dragged his jacket from his shoulder and tugged his button down to the side. Finally bare, your teeth pinched at the skin on his collarbone. Heat was blooming all over your skin as you moved even faster. When the raindrops hit you, you’d swear you could hear them sizzle.

“You know those sweet little noises you make drive me crazy.” He groaned beneath you.

“I know.” Your gasps for air grew louder and more frequent as your thrusting became a frantic search for friction. “Everything you do drives me crazy.”

“Slow down, love.” He said gripping your hips, forcing them into a slow, agonizing grind. “Yeah, like that. I want to savor it.”

Your head fell back, your mouth opened, taking in the cool rain. Hades took the opportunity to latch his mouth to your neck. He bit gently against your skin and you knew he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Do you like that?” You asked and he growled against your skin. “Does it feel good for you too?”

“Yes. I love you so much.” He said burying his face between your breasts. “I need you to cum for me.”

“Help me.” You begged, “Please. I need you.”

In an instant his fingers were slipping under the skirt of your dress. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly as you rode his thigh. His fingers massaged your clit and you nearly screamed out with pleasure but kept it in just in case. Instead you bit down on his shoulder as your thighs clenched around his leg. In no time he had you gushing onto his hand and leg, soaking through his pants.

“Oh fuck!” You gasped, shaking from your high, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that was gonna happen.”

He just laughed as he lifted his fingers to your lips for you to lick clean, when you were done you kissed his fingertips. “I clearly haven’t been taking care of you like I should.”

“Don’t say that!” You cupped his face in your hands and gave him a true kiss, “I just...that was hot. I couldn’t help myself.”

“It was, right?” He said enthusiastically, “Boring old married couple, my ass.”

“What ass?” You teased.

He huffed out a half laugh at the joke, holding you in place on his lap. After the chuckles faded he watched your face curiously, quietly.

Then he asked, “Have I pleased you, my love. Do I make you happy?”

“Of course.” Your brow furrowed, “Happier than I could have ever imagined.”

“Then why are your eyes so sad?”

Leaning your down you pressed your forehead into his. He sat still and expectant. Finally you sighed in defeat and moved your head so that it was rested on his shoulder, your arms wrapping tightly around his body.

“I think there might be something wrong with me.”

“Why?” He asked, you could hear his heart race with panic, “What's happening? What can I do?”

“Sometimes, I just miss you.” You whispered against his ear.

“Beautiful…” He shook with laughter beneath you. “We spend every day together.”

“I know,” you held him tighter, “I think you broke me.”

“How?” He asked, gently running his fingers over your back.

“If we’re not this close, we’re not close enough.”

He hummed thoughtfully. It probably would have sounded crazy to anyone else but he knew exactly what you meant. He often found himself feeling the same way. It wasn’t as if when you weren’t clinging to him like a koala he was unable to function. It was just that when you weren’t holding one another there was a hint of a feeling of discontent. It felt like leaving the house and worrying you’d forgotten to turn the oven off. Something wasn’t right about it, something was always missing when you weren’t in his arms.

He knew the feeling was incessantly there for the both of you but what was curious to him was that it wasn’t like you to be so obvious about it. Not as much as he usually was anyway. He’d found that you didn’t really allow yourself to be bothered by much at all, so it was rare to find you upset or needy. There were just a few times he could think of when you’d complained about needing more of him. He laughed lightly as he thought about it and pulled you in close. After a moment of consideration his mouth dropped open and he laughed harder.

“Oh...shit.”

“What?” You asked, shifting your head so you could get a good look at him.

“You might be pregnant.” He smiled, cheeks growing bulbous and his pink gums and white teeth on full display.

You pulled out of his embrace, “No! No I’m not!”

“I really think you might be. You always get clingy when you're pregnant.”

“I AM NOT CLINGY!” You argued, pulling away so that you weren’t literally clinging to him.

“You don’t want another child?” He asked watching the slight drop in your shoulders.

You sighed deeply, feeling guilty about not being thrilled at the idea. Standing up from his lap you walked across the cobblestone from where he sat to the wall opposite and then back. He watched as you did it several times before finally sitting across from him.

“We’ve been together too long.” You muttered folding your hands together in your lap.

He raised an amused eyebrow, “Because I know everything about you and can read you like a book?”

“What if you’re right? What if I didn't want any more children?” he could tell you were nervous, “Wouldn’t you absolutely hate me?”

“You’ve given me four daughters and each one is just as beautiful and intelligent as her mother.” Still he frowned over at you, “I could never hate you. I do strongly dislike that you didn’t think you could talk to me about this, since it’s clearly been bothering you.”

“I love you. I love our children.” Your lips trembled, “I love our family. I love this life. I do.”

“I know.”

“Sometimes,” you gulped, “sometimes I wish it was just us again.”

He nodded unsure of how to respond. “I guess I worried about that.”

“I’m so selfish and so greedy. I’m so sorry.” Your hands flew to your face as you let out a sob, “You think I’m a horrible mother. You think I’m like her.”

“No!” He denied, knowing who you were talking about. “Not at all! Y/n, you are so far from being anything like her. Not even close to the same.”

“It’s not hard for you.” You sniffled, “You thrive as a father. You were meant for parenthood, some days I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re wrong.” He said standing up and moving over to you, “I struggle. All the time. It’s easier for me because when I’m having a hard time I get to look at them and I see you. Amara has your smile and your wit, Iris and Ivy have your hair and your capacity for caring, and Lily has your eyes and they even light up over the smallest things just like yours. Maybe you think I don’t miss you as much as you miss me, but it’s only because I’m surrounded by pieces of you. You think it’s easy for me but it’s only because they remind me of you, and loving you is like breathing for me.”

“You still think I’m like Persephone.” You said in a whisper as he wiped your tears with his hand. “You think I want to leave you. I know you do, I see it on your face all the time. It’s like you're just waiting for me to turn my back on you. I hate it so much.”

“Yes. I worry, but even if you did leave, I could never think you’re like her.” Hades wrapped his arms around you again, “There is nothing in this universe that I fear, nothing at all, except losing you. I wouldn’t come back from that.”

“Well stop worrying, okay?” You asked, cupping his face. “I'm obviously addicted to you, Hades. Honestly, it would be concerning if I chose to care. I can’t get enough of you. You give me all of you and still I ask for more. I’m not going anywhere without you, ever.”

“Come inside with me.” He stood up and waited for you to join him so he could wrap an arm around your waist. “I’d like to put on some dry clothes. Spend some time with our children, have a nice dinner all together, and put them to bed. Then afterwards I’d like to make love to my wife until sunrise.”

You snorted as you made your way up the path to the doors, “As much as I love you, you wouldn’t last past midnight.”

-

While you hadn't quite filled up every room in the house with children, you did have your girls.

Amaranth was the eldest, already a teenager. She was named for your favorite flower in the whole underworld but usually went by Amara. Like all of your girls, when she was younger Amara was a complete and utter daddy’s girl. It was understandable, you thought, if you considered that Hades never said no to any of his girls. In fairness to him, being your first child, you too had spoiled Amara. All of you got lucky that she grew up to be very level headed and not an absolute brat. You figured it had to do a lot with the time she spent with your grandmother. While you would deny having a favorite child, you knew if you had to choose, it would be her. It was especially true as she aged and became less of a daddy’s girl and closer to you. You knew that Hades didn’t like it at all but secretly you loved it.

Amara was already six when you found out you were pregnant with the twins. Their given names were Agallis and Hedera, but it became a little too convenient to call them Iris and Ivy. Or as Amara lovingly nicknamed them when they reached toddlerhood, Things One and Two. Though they were just children, ever since they were young, their energy could be overpowering. The only time you’d ever seen Hermes collapse from exhaustion was at Hades birthday celebration, after he’d been chased around the meadow for over an hour. Afterwards, still excited to play, the twins had to find someone else to run after. As well as energetic, the girls were very much their fathers shadow. Since they could crawl, if he was home, they were at his heels. They copied everything he did, ate only the things he liked to eat, repeated everything he said. It was one of the few times you were okay with not being the preferred parent because honestly just watching it happen exhausted you. You truly didn’t know how he did it, his patience knew no end.

Leirion, or Lily, was the littlest. Not even a year old yet. She was a very quiet observer and loved anything that moved. Now that she could sit up on her own you could usually get away with sitting her down on her blanket and letting her just simply look. Anytime something would move her eyes would go wide with excitement and her mouth would fall into a gigantic gummy smile that mirrored her fathers. Literally anything that moved. Clouds coasting through the sky, flowers blowing in the wind, animals and creatures of any kind, her sisters, ripples in water. It didn't matter what it was, movement fascinated her to no end. You didn’t quite understand it but you appreciated the simplicity of her interests.

Friday had come quickly, you found that actually working diligently for once made the days fly by. It had been raining all week so the twins had started to get a little stir crazy. Amara would be fine in the same room for weeks on end so long as she had a stack of books. The twins were not the same, it was hard for them not being able to spend hours on end running around outside and exploring. Trying to think of something to do with them Hades had suggested that to start your vacation off right you should have a movie night in the blanket fort, and having overheard the comment the twins agreed. It had then become mandatory.

Lily had been watching you move through the kitchen, cleaning up the mess you’d made with the twins making cookies. Looking over at her you couldn’t help but warm at the bright smile on her face. With a quick drying of your hands once the dishes were clean you plucked her out of her chair and handed her a single chocolate chip.

“Don’t tell.” You whispered, as she pinched the chocolate between her fingers and brought it to her mouth.

“Don’t tell who, what?” Hades asked as he came into the kitchen, the twins hot on his trail.

“Anyone, anything… ever.” You smirked, planting a kiss on the top of her impossibly soft hair.

“You know that very soon she’ll be talking, and then she won’t keep your secrets.” He said with a raise of his eyebrow. “Anyway, movies ready.”

“Movies ready!” Iris declared as well.

“Movies ready!” Ivy quickly followed.

“Good. Since I cleaned everything up, you guys have to carry all the snacks.” You snuggled against Lily with a smile, “Where’s Amara?”

He shrugged, “Hiding away in one of a billion rooms pretending like we don’t exist.”

“Though it’s not very specific, I know without a doubt you are correct.”

“By the way, you’ll never guess what they picked to watch first.” He said handing Ivy the tray of cookies and Iris the bowl of popcorn.

With a light laugh you looked over at his miffed expression. Had to be the twins' absolute favorite movie. “Hercules?”

“It’s so wildly inaccurate!” He complained immediately as he grabbed the tray of drinks and followed you down the hall. “Uh, to start with, Hera isn’t even his mother. In fact she hates that kid. I never wanted to kill the kid, she did. And honestly, I don’t blame her. He’s a perpetual frat boy like his father.”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed in agreement, though you knew you probably didn’t need to even acknowledge his complaints as he rambled on.

“Also...I’m not blue! And my hair isn’t made out of fire, what even is that? I have great hair, actually. And I don’t have some insane, uncontrollable temper!” You nodded, amused as he grew heated, “And I’m not a villain, it’s absurd!”

You hummed again as you reached the fort. The blanket fort was really just a room in the house that had been decorated with flowing sheets, fairy lights, and piles of pillows to look like the inside of a blanket fort. Sometimes you would make real ones with the girls, but it had been Amara’s favorite thing to do as a child. Build a fort and read for hours or drag you and her father inside to watch movies, have tea parties or take naps. Eventually you figured it would be easier to just have a blanket fort on hand at all times.

“Right?” Hades directed at you. “Babe… right?”

“Right babe?” Iris said as she put down the popcorn.

“Right babe?” Ivy repeated before putting the cookies next to the popcorn and taking one for herself.

“Right.” You grinned as you sat Lily down amongst the oversized pillows and handed her her favorite stuffed pegasus. “You’re definitely not blue.”

As your husband growled you tried not to laugh. “Y/n...”

“You’re not a villain!” Giggling, you made yourself comfortable. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure they just like the movie because of the music. I don’t think they’re looking for accuracy in the mythology.”

With his lips still pursed at you he sunk down into the cushions as well. You watched as Ivy turned off the lights, and Iris started the movie before they both hurried over and belly flopped onto their father who also happened to be their favorite cushion.

As the movie began Hades reached over the space between you and took your hand. In the brief calm you looked over at him thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he was right and you were pregnant again. In fact he had you feeling that way a lot the last week. He always made you feel like you could handle anything. Everything seemed so easy as long as you were doing it together.

The movie wasn’t even halfway over before your husband was yawning, though he still had enough energy to grumble complaints about almost every scene you’d watched. Having seen it so many times at this point, his whining really was the best part of the whole experience for you. That and the thrilled shrieks Lily let loose every time Pegasus appeared on the screen and the horribly off tune singing from the twins.

“Um dad…” both of you turned to the doorway where your oldest was leaning against the frame. “There’s some lady at the door for you.”

“It’s a little late for a guest,” you looked over at Hades and he shrugged, “Are you expecting someone?”

“No.” He looked back at your daughter, “You get a name?”

Amara scrunched her nose. “I don’t know. Stephanie, maybe?”

“Stephanie…” both of you muttered under your breath before looking at each other in realization.

“Persephone?” He asked.

“Sure, whatever.” the teenager shrugged with disinterest and took off back down the hall.

Hades sighed and dug himself out of the child pile he was in. The twins whining about both the disturbance and the loss of their father as a cushion.

“I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll go with you.” You said quickly popping up to your feet with more energy than you’d had all day.

He looked over at you with a raised eyebrow. “I can handle it.”

“And I can watch you handle it.” You smiled back sweetly before picking up Lily.

“Us too.” The twins offered in unison as they clamored over the pillows on the floor.

“It’s a field trip!” You said enthusiastically, your husband laughed knowing exactly why you were going with him and it wasn’t just to watch him take care of things.

“Field trip!”

“Field trip!”

The twins shouted in tandem as they skipped down the hall ahead of the both of you. You watched them, surprised that they had chosen to copy you. Hades looked at you for a long moment, clearly amused, before snaking an arm around you. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. It was never about not trusting him. It was always about her. You didn’t understand why she was always coming around for no reason. Popping her head into your lives when you least expected it. You knew she was an idiot for letting him go and part of you worried that she knew it now too.

“Hi Stephanie.” Iris said as she opened the door to your unexpected guest.

“Hi Stephanie!” Ivy greeted her as well.

“Thing One...Thing Two, backup please.” Hades said, directing the two girls from the door, before looking up at your guest. “Persephone.”

“Hades.” She said and looked over at you with a bit of a scowl. “Good evening, Y/n. I didn’t expect a whole welcoming committee.”

“Field trip!” Iris shouted.

“Field trip!” Ivy followed.

“I assume you came here with a purpose?” Hades asked, still blocking the door.

“This is how you greet your guests?” She asked.

“No, this is how we greet you.” You said kindly, but the bite was prevalent.

Persephone let out a scoff, “I’m just here for some things I forgot.”

“And you’re just thinking of them now? A thousand years later?” You asked.

“You know,” she smirked “I forgot what a bitch you were.”

“Hey!” Hades threw his hand up, “Do not speak to my wife like that ever, especially not in front of our children.”

“No, love, she’s right.” You said calmly, “I am a bitch. It’s good that she recognizes that. Now please, come in. The faster you get your things the faster you can leave.”

Hades opened the door for Persephone and she stepped inside, eyeing the foyer. She didn’t say anything as she took off the cloak she’d been wearing and tossed it to your husband like he was a coat rack.

“So…you didn’t have this before” she said with a slight sneer as she gestured to the baby. “Aren’t you two done yet?”

“Leirion!” Hades plucked the baby from your arms enthusiastically, too in love with your daughter to even recognize the disgust in Persephone's tone. “Yes, my beautiful little Lily.”

“Lily…” she hummed, “That’s a little curious, isn’t it?”

“What’s curious?”

“Well if I’m keeping track properly, that makes Lerion or Lily. Agallis and Hedera or Iris and Ivy. And Amaranth.” She looked around, “Any other children I’m forgetting?”

“What’s your point, Seph?” Hades asked, adjusting Lily in his arms so that she was more comfortable.

“You named your daughters after flowers and plants.” She grinned, “Hades, darling, you’re making almost too obvious that you’re still not over me.”

“This bitch…” you muttered under your breath.

“Seph, and I can not stress this enough,” Hades sighed, “ the only person who can’t get over you is you.”

“Hades,” she pouted, lifting her fingers to his cheek. “You wound me.”

“Good.” You said with a roll of your eyes. “Can we please go get your things?”

You tried to make quick work of Persephone’s visit but you could tell she was trying to drag it out, requesting a tour of nearly every room from the foyer to her old room even though she’d seen them all before. Not to mention her old room was, of course, the furthest a room could possibly be.

The twins loved the trek through the house. They sprinted, skipped, hopped, and jumped their way down every hall. Sometimes going so far ahead they had to double back. Lily did not enjoy it as much, growing tired and cranky in her father's arms with every new corridor. You weren’t much further when Hades stopped and squeezed your hand.

“I’m going to split off here.” He said, giving Lily a kiss on her forehead. “She needs to be put to bed. Persephone, my kind and beautiful wife will escort you the rest of the way to get your things.”

“She will?” You asked with a tight lipped smile.

“And she won’t be murdering anyone in front of our daughters.” He smiled and tilted his cheek towards you.

“She won’t?” You leaned in to grant him his kiss.

“Good night, Seph. Safe travels home.” He politely offered a goodbye to a very putout looking Persephone.

For that very brief moment you found you could actually relate to your husband's ex wife. You pouted along with her as you watched his back retreat down a separate corridor. You definitely hadn’t wanted to see him leave but a smile found its way to your face at the knowledge that Hades knew you’d prefer to be alone with Persephone over him being alone with her. That’s why he hadn’t asked you to take Lily instead.

After persisting down a few more hallways you finally reached her old room, and you watched as she stopped before the door.

“Oh, anything of yours won’t be in there.” You said as she pushed the door open, “That’s just another playroom now.”

As soon as there was even an inch worth of opening the twins plowed inside. Persephone stood in the doorway of the brightly lit room, frozen and wide eyed. You grinned as she took in what had once been her room. Scattered toys all over the stained carpets, finger paintings and crayon art lining the lower halves of the walls. In the center of the room there was a marble statue with a red superhero cape, a rainbow clown wig, bright blue eyeshadow and lopsided lipstick.

Persephone’s face snapped toward yours with a glare. “Is that me?”

“Yes,” you answered simply, “The girls really love playing dress up. So we brought that old thing in here. Recently they’ve been practicing their makeup skills.”

“And my children’s statues?”

“They’re still out in the gardens.” You smiled, “With the rest of the family, where they belong. Melinoe actually stopped by last month for lunch with Hades and to meet the baby. Sounded like it had been awhile since you’d seen her. She’s doing very well, if you were curious.”

She cleared her throat roughly, “Where have my things been moved?”

“If I had to guess,” you hummed, “the junk room.”

You called the twins from the playroom and brought Persephone down a few more halls. When you opened the door to the junk room it was like looking directly into Marie Kondos worst nightmare. It was filled to the rafters with almost everything from every room that had once been decorated by Persephone and then redecorated by you. You’d tried your best to only keep the things that were priceless and irreplaceable. It turned out she’d had a penchant for both when it came to decorating. Room packed with things that weren’t meant for touching became a real issue with so many kids.

She sighed deeply, “How am I supposed to find anything in here?”

“I’d offer to help you if I thought you were actually here looking for something.” You leaned against the doorframe, “I think it’s obvious, however, that you’re only here because you’re obsessed with my husband and you're under some delusion that you might be capable of seducing him. I suppose I should let you know, it’s never going to happen. You lost your chance with Hades long ago and you’re never getting him back. Even if he didn’t want me he would still never go back to you, because he knows now what he’s worth. And he’s worth far more than anything you could ever offer him.”

Persephone looked over at you but didn’t acknowledge what you’d said. She grabbed the closest thing to her, without even a glance towards it. It had been a book of unpublished works by Emily Dickinson.

“Found it.” She said before slinking passed you out of the room.

The walk back to the foyer was much quicker and far less chatty. It was more like a warden walking a prisoner down death row than anything else. With the exception of two loud, cheerful girls singing Disney songs that they didn’t know all of the words to. When you thought about it you realized that, in and of itself, was probably a tortuous experience for Persephone as well. While she put her coat on you opened the door for her.

“Have a lovely evening, Sephy.” You said with a small wave, “Get home safe!”

“It’s Persephone.” She glared.

“I know what your name is. And you know I know what your name is.”

With a huff she turned on her heel and headed out into the stormy night. Several bolts of lightning shot through the sky, and there was a crackle of thunder that shook your home. You wondered briefly who Zeus was having it out with tonight or if perhaps your own anger had manifested into a storm.

“Bye Stephanie!”

“Bye Stephanie!”

You grinned as your girls waved goodbye as well and then herded them back into the house before shutting the door. When you turned around you saw your teenager sitting on the staircase with a giant smile on her face, one that matched her father's gummy smile. Her dog, Ligo, was awkwardly trying to fit her body on a single step and failing miserably.

“What’s so funny?” You asked.

“Nothing really,” she said, “That was pretty cool, mom. You were all ‘not my house, not my man’. You’re such a bad bitch.”

You snorted out a laugh, you knew you should reprimand her for cursing but it was too amusing. “Thanks, kid.”

“Dad’s really lucky. You love him a lot.”

“I love you a lot too.”

“Gross, don’t ruin it.” She scowled.

“Sorry,” you chuckled, “I keep forgetting you have to pretend like having people care about you is the absolute worst thing in the world.”

She rolled her eyes, “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.” You leaned against the banister, watching the twins chase each other down the hallway and then back again. Good, you thought, let them run themselves out.

“Do you think you could ask dad if I can go to a party next weekend?”

“Topside?” You asked curiously.

“No…”  You raised an eyebrow, that was curious. “It’s on Olympus.”

“I see.” Though he’d definitely gotten closer to his family in the last century, Hades still had strong feelings about Zeus and that side of the family. “What’s it for?”

“Nothing.” She shrugged, “Look, I know what he’ll say. He doesn’t want me going there, getting influenced by a bunch of ‘narcissistic douchebags’. And I get it, most of the cousins aren’t that great and I wouldn’t want to hang out with them anyway.”

“But…”

“But…” she sighed, “there’s one guy that’s been coming around. He comes from Poseidon’s side. He’s really funny, and he’s smart and he’s not like the other ones. I think dad would really like him. If he weren’t, you know, a boy that I was interested in.”

You scrunched your nose, “Isn’t it weird? He’s like your cousin.”

“Don’t be gross.” She groaned, “He’s so far down Poseidon’s family tree he doesn’t even fit on the parchment. He’s Poseidon’s sons sons sons sons sons sons son a million times over. And do you know how hard it is for people like us to go topside and find love? Immortals? Gods? For like a thousand reasons it’s the absolute worst. It’s impossible. And even if I did find someone and they didn’t run for the hills when I mention my dad was Hades, I’d have to watch them get old and die. Or worse. I’ve read all our family history, I know the lore. I know it doesn’t work out for me or for them, ever. It never works out. I think you forget that you and dad aren’t the standard, you're the exception.”

You grinned. “If you know it all, you know her name is Persephone not Stephanie. Yet you continue to call her that to her face whenever she comes around.”

Your daughter shrugged and looked down at her feet. “Yeah. So? I do not and will not treat anyone that treated dad that way with respect. They don’t deserve it.”

“I will talk to your dad.” Her eyes lit up as she looked over at you, “But! You have to ask him first.”

“He’ll say no!” She argued.

“Maybe, maybe not. Ask him. Tell him about the boy. If he says no then I will talk him into letting you go.” she looked at you confused, “He’s your dad. He just wants to be a part of your life, so let him be. Plus if something actually happens with this guy you definitely don’t want to blindside him with it later. Be honest. Trust him like you trust me. Who knows, maybe he’ll say yes.”

“Right.” She rolled her eyes.

“Take your sisters upstairs and get them ready for bed.” You said with a small smile, “I promise you’ll go to your party. Just ask your dad.”

With a huff she stood up and started up the stairs, “Thing One. Thing Two. Let’s go, you little demons.”

“Thank you.” You called after her, “I love you.”

The twins sped past her on the stairs, startling Ligo into chasing after them and they released matching shrill shrieks.

She turned her head, just barely, and as if it was the hardest thing she’d ever had to mutter in her life she said, “Love you too.”

With a sigh you made your way down the hall to the blanket fort to clean up the movie night snacks. After picking up spilled popcorn and half eaten cookies, and stacking up drink cups you stood up straight.

“She’s right.”

“Oh my god!” You gasped and jumped in surprise almost spilling your armful. When you turned around you saw Hades in the door.

“Yes, I am, aren’t I.” He grinned. “Your god.”

“Why is everyone in this house always sneaking around?” You asked with a roll of your eyes that matched perfectly with your daughters. “Who’s right and about what?”

“Amara. I’ll say no.”

You handed him the stacked cups and nudged him down the hall to the kitchen, “Why?”

“She’s too young. What’s she interested in boys for anyway?” He complained, “And not to mention, I very much enjoy when you talk me into things.”

“I could always just talk you into saying yes now if that's what you want.” You said as you reached the kitchen.

“Okay.”

Dumping the trash into the bin you looked over your shoulder at him, “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Talk me into it.” You watched as he leaned back against the counter.

“Thing is I don’t think you actually want me to talk.” He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. His eyes were black and heavy lidded while you stepped towards him. “It’ll have to be quick.”

With a nod of acknowledgement he leaned forward and kissed you, his tongue dipping between your lips as you unbuttoned his pants. While he continued to kiss you, you pulled him from his pants and stroked his already half hard cock. When he groaned against your mouth you knew he was ready.

“Keep your eye on the door.” You said quietly.

Then you dropped to your knees and took him into your mouth. Hands clutching the counter top he tried to keep an eye out on the door but was finding it difficult. His chest heaved slightly as your tongue swirled around the overly sensitive skin at his tip. The taste of skin and salty precum spread over your tongue.

“Oh..fuck.” His eyes rolled back as the room filled with just the sloppy sound of his dick getting stuffed in your mouth and the soft moans you released around him.

One of his hands dropped to the back of your head, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. He could only tolerate waiting another minute before pulling you back up to your feet. After a quick kiss he moved behind you, pushing your hips into the counter. His mouth latched on between your neck and shoulder.

“Do you want me?” He asked like there was a chance you wouldn’t, but his hands had already started tugging your short shirt styled dress over your hips.

“Yes.” You begged while he tugged your leggings down to your knees, “Please, I want you so much.”

He brushed his fingers between your thighs. You could hear that his fingers were in his mouth when he groaned, “You’re so wet.”

There was a pop as he removed his fingers from his mouth and the lewd image of the action in your mind, which you’d seen so many times before, had you gulping. You had to bite down on your fist hard to keep from moaning too loud when he finally sunk himself inside of you. He was thick and filling.

“You have to…” you gasped, “faster.”

His palm slammed against your mouth as he sped up and the moans that fell from your lips grew louder.

“Shhh.” He hushed you, “You have to be quiet for me.”

“I’m trying.” You whimpered. Pushing yourself off the counter you leaned back onto his chest, “Oh, my love.”

His forehead pressed to the side of your head as he grunted with each thrust beside your ear. “Will you cum?”

“Yes.” It came out like a whisper, but it felt louder, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Fist slamming down on the counter, your body tensed as your orgasm pulsed around him. For a moment he sped up. His fingers digging into your hips like knives. Then his own hips sputtered to a stop. Dropping his forehead to rest against your back he tried to catch his breath. With a satisfied sigh you slipped your arms forward until your top half was lying flat against the cool marble counter.

“That was...unexpected.” You laughed as you lazily moved your hand to the drawer to your left, pulled out a dish towel and held it behind you.

“I wasn’t sure you would do it.” Hades said as he took the towel and moved it between your thighs to wipe up the mess the two of you had made. “I should have known better. You absolute goddess.”

The both of you were quiet as you finished cleaning up yourselves and the kitchen. Quiet and happy, you moved around each other. Giggling like school kids that shared some trivial secret and sneaking quick kisses.

Once you were finally making your way up the stairs you squeezed his fingers, “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For always giving me exactly what I want.” You blushed lightly thinking about how needy you were. About how you had just complained to him the other day about him not wanting you enough.

He laughed, “That was just as much for me as it was for you, but you’re welcome regardless.”

Before heading to bed you said your good nights to Amara and tucked in the twins who requested a spooky story since it was still storming so badly outside. While Hades took care of story time you took the chance to jump into the shower before bed. After your nightly routine was complete you found him already stretched out on his side of the bed.

“Tonight was interesting.”

“In more ways than one.” He said as he eyed the pages of the book he’d been reading.

You bit your lip as you looked over at him. “It was weird seeing Persephone. I wonder what she was really doing here.”

“Who knows?” He flipped a page over, “I didn’t understand her motives back then, I understand them even less these days.”

“She was dressed really fancy for just a visit here. She did look kind of nice.” and then under your breath you muttered, “At least her stupid perky boobs did.”

Hades only shrugged, “I don’t think she seemed any nicer than normal. She was kind of rude, actually.”

“No, I said she looked nice. Like she was pretty…” you tried to seem casual as you set down the hairbrush you’d been twisting around in your hands.

“Eh.” You watched as he finally closed his book, dropping it on the nightstand. “I don’t really see her appeal much anymore.”

Sitting down on the mattress a smile spread over your face and you turned off your lamp before slipping closer beside him. “She did seem greener than our gardens with envy.”

He lifted his arm so you could tuck into his side as you did nearly every single night since the first night you shared in the forests of Asphodel.

“I’m not sure she was the only one.” He chuckled.

“What are you suggesting?”

“You know I’ve seen Persephone more in the last century than I did almost the entire time we were married?” He asked, “I’ll be absolutely honest, I’ve loved every single time she’s popped up. Not because I enjoy seeing her, but because every single time you radiate jealousy. And I can’t pretend it doesn’t make me happy, how possessive you get.”

“I do not get possessive and jealous!” You smacked his chest and he laughed.

“Yes, you do. I don’t know why, there’s never been any need, but you do.” He grinned and pressed a kiss into the top of your head, “So go on, ask your questions.”

Even in the dark he knew you were rolling your eyes. It was only because you were annoyed that he knew you so well. That you were so predictable. You didn’t know why you had to ask, you wished you didn’t have to, but it always calmed you. It always made you feel better. So every time Persephone came around since she did the very first time when she showed up at your wedding, you asked the questions.

“Do you think she loves you?”

“I think she covets things that aren't hers.”

“Do you still have feelings for her?” You asked, “Is there any part of you, no matter how small, that wishes you were with her?”

“No.” He said simply, “And absolutely not.”

“I’m still prettier than her, right?” You asked, rubbing your hand over his chest.

He placed his free hand over yours and gave it a squeeze. “She doesn’t even come close, she never has.”

“And you love me?” You whispered.

“Endlessly.” He cupped the back of your head in his palm and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

You sighed, finally content. “Okay, let’s go to bed.”

-

When you woke up you were not surprised to find two tiny feet in your face. It was actually pretty common to find several extra bodies in your bed the morning after a bad storm. The little heart shaped mole on the heel told you it was Iris. You half remembered Hades getting up in the early morning to get Lily, which would be why she was starfished over his chest. You weren’t sure if the twins had climbed onto the bed before or after that though. Regardless, they were there now.

What did surprise you was Amara sleeping, cuddled into your side. With a smile you leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her head. It felt like it had been a hundred years since the last time she’d let you hold her. She never came in during storms anymore. She actually reminded you of yourself a little, stubborn and independent. Never too far away, you found Ligo trying to curl up at the end of the bed like she was a little dog when she absolutely was not.

“Suns out today.” Hades yawned as he woke.

Ivy popped her sleepy head up from the other side of him. “Suns out.”

“Suns out.” Slightly delayed, Iris’ sleepy voice came from under the blanket. You gave a light tickle to the soft skin on the bottom of her feet and she tucked herself under the blanket completely with a giggle.

“We should have a picnic outside. I’m sure the dogs miss the monsters. Gods know the monsters miss the dogs.”

You nodded and turned to Amara. “Will you join us for a picnic?”

Eyes still closed she nodded and hummed in agreement. Then she pulled the blanket over her head and buried herself deeper into your side.

Breakfast was light as you prepared for a big lunch. Hades took the twins out to the garden to pick fresh fruits and vegetables and Amara stayed in the kitchen to help you prepare the food and organize everything into the baskets. You were glad the sky stayed clear, not sure what you’d do with the girls if they weren’t allowed to see the dogs for another day.

Once lunch was prepared you slipped into the restroom for a moment alone. A moment quickly became thirty minutes. Standing in front of the sink you stared down at the thin piece of plastic on the counter with its one line. You weren’t sure why you were still waiting. It was only supposed to take ten minutes. The answer was clear. Still you waited and watched, willing that second line to appear.

“Mom?” Amara’s knock on the door made you jump and you hurried to trash the test and wash your hands, “Are you okay? Everyone went outside.”

“I’m fine.” You called back. “I’m coming right now.”

With Amara by your side, each of you with a hefty picnic basket in tow, you went outside. You followed the path through the garden to a set of steps inlaid in the grassy slope that lead down to the meadow where Hades already was with the younger girls. You couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face when you saw Cerberus stretched out on the grass, soaking up the sun, beside your husband. Just a man and his giant three headed dog.

His four boy pups, which you felt could hardly be called pups as they were all the size of small horses, were running around the meadow, chased enthusiastically by the twins. Despite their massive size you never worried about the girls with the dogs. The three headed pups had been born just after the twins and they had grown up together. The boys had always been delicate and cautious with them. It nearly broke their hearts when the pups had grown too large to come into the house and they started to roam around the underworld, learning from their father how to hunt for escaped souls and protect the gates.

Lucky for everyone Ligo was there to save the day. She was the runt of the litter, hence her name. However a runt in Cerberus’ litter was still massive. A single headed, extra fluffy, perfectly normal looking, two hundred pound leonberger. She was considered a family dog but everyone knew Amara was her true owner. The two of them were inseparable.

Reaching the blankets your husband had laid out, with no help from the twins, you put down your basket. Having followed the two of you outside, Ligo plopped down in the grass next to her father, and Amara started to put out the food. You’d have offered to help if you didn’t know your ocd daughter already knew where she wanted things to go. Instead you stepped behind Hades and wrapped your arms around him, leaning your forehead against his shoulder with a sigh.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder, “What's wrong, Beautiful?”

“Nothing.” You muttered.

With that obvious lie he turned around in your arms. Lily was secured against his chest in her baby wrap. You smiled when you saw her big bright eyes looking up at you, and pressed a kiss on the top of her baby soft head.

“What’s the matter?” He asked again, lifting your chin so you were forced to look at him.

“Nothing’s the matter.” You shrugged. “You were wrong though.”

“That seems unlikely,” he scoffed, “what am I supposedly wrong about it?”

“I checked...I’m not pregnant.”

“Oh.” He frowned and then looked at you confused, “That's a good thing isn’t it? You didn’t really want another baby.”

“No. I guess not.” You said with a small smile.

With a sad sigh he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. He buried his nose in your hair with a satisfied hum while you smoothed the hair on Lily’s head.

“We still have Lil.” He said, “Lily, remind your mother you're still a baby and that it’s okay if we don’t have another one right away.”

She only smiled up at you, babbling something incoherent. With a small laugh you held him tighter. “I love you.”

“Wait, do you mean me or Lil?” He asked with faux concern.

“I’ll never tell.” You grinned. “Let’s eat.”

“Yes.” he agreed and leaned in to give you a quick kiss.

You hummed in delight as the stubble on his face scratched your lips. “Mmm, stubble kisses are back.”

“You can expect them all week.” he laughed.

Hades called the twins over for lunch and six of you stretched out on the blankets. The pups played for a little longer before sinking down in the grass themselves for a lazy afternoon nap. You definitely didn’t get moments like this with all of you. Managing souls and the underworld kept Hades and yourself busy. The girls had daily time with grandmother followed by lessons with their tutors. It just wasn’t often you got to spend time all together like this. It made you realize just how much you were looking forward to the rest of your week off with your family.

Once the twins were fed they calmed down significantly. That only meant instead of running around they were quietly tying pink ribbons to Cerberus’ fur. The once ferocious beast had been beaten down by fatherhood until he wasn’t much more than an exhausted ball of fluff that just wanted a moment of peace and rest. Ultimately he didn’t care what the girls did as long as he got the occasional belly rub in return for his patience.

You’d been testing fruits with Lily to see what she might be ready to eat and what she liked. Raspberries were so far a success. Hades was reading his book again and when you looked over you caught Amara anxiously circling her thumbs in her lap as she eyed her oblivious father.

“Umm.” She started hesitantly and you darted your eyes back to Lily, knowing your added attention would throw her off. “Daddy?”

“Yes, Princess?” He hummed, placing his book on his lap to give her all of his attention.

You could feel the nervousness radiating off of her. She seemed even more timid with his eyes on her. “Well, you see…I was just wondering. Could I get your permission for.. can I- Would it be okay if I went this weekend to Olympus?”

“What would you need to go there for?” He asked, not unkindly, before taking a drink of wine.

“Just, uh,” she gulped, “there’s a get together I was invited to.”

“You mean a party?” He asked.

“Kind of, I guess. It’s not for anything. It’s just a hangout.”

“I didn’t realize you had friends there that you’d want to hang out with.” He said grabbing a slice of pear off of your plate.

“I don’t.” She said quickly.

Hades raised an eyebrow, “If you don’t have friends that will be there why do you want to go?”

Her mouth dropped as she realized her mistake. “Well, I don’t really have friends there, persay. There’s just one person I’m friends with. They’re going to be there. They wanted me to go too...”

“What’s her name? Do I know her?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. Under your breath you whispered a quick, “You’re so mean.”

He only smirked beside you, picking up more fruit off your plate.

“Uh. It’s a he. Ah-he’s a boy” she stuttered out. “My friend is a boy.”

“A boy?” Hades asked, “Zeus’ sons are worse than his daughters. You wouldn’t want to be friends with them. You’re too smart. What’s his name?”

“He’s not one of Zeus’ sons. He’s Posideons’ great great great great-“

“I’m sure he’s a great boy, tell me his name, Amara.” With that you smacked your husband on his thigh.

“Alec.”

“Alec and Amara…” he hummed thoughtfully. “That’s sort of cute.”

“Daddy, please. Just say no already so I can stop making a fool of myself.” She sighed in defeat.

“Princess. I’m hurt. Why would you assume I’d just say no?”

Amara looked at you suspiciously and then back to her father, “Are you not...saying no?”

“Some would even call it saying yes.” He grinned.

“Are you joking? Daddy, that’s not funny. Are you serious? I can go?” She nearly screamed.

He nodded, “Under two conditions.”

“Anything!”

“Ooop,” you shook your head, “I do not suggest agreeing to just anything your father wants so quickly. I’ve made that mistake.”

“One.” He ignored you, “I want to meet this Alec. Your mother and I will go with you to Olympus. We’ll meet the boy and take you home when the night is over.”

“And two?” She asked.

“I need you to watch the little ones, just one day this week.” He said simply, “I want to treat your mother to a nice day, so I need you to take care of your sisters.”

“Yes!” Amara agreed wide eyed, “I’ll do it! I agree!”

Hades shrugged, “Okay then.”

“Really? Okay?” She hopped on her knees. “I can really go?”

“Did I not just say so?”

“Thank you!” She screamed and threw herself at her father, tackling him to the ground in a hug, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I’m so happy! Thank you, Daddy!”

Excited by Amara’s reaction Ligo hurried over and started licking Hades face.

“Alright!” He laughed, “Alright! It’s not even a big deal. You’re acting like I don’t say yes to everything you women want already.”

-

The rest of the weekend went by quickly as nothing more than lazy mornings turning into lazy afternoons that rolled into lazy nights. It was mostly time spent letting Things One and Two run around like maniacs and forcing Amara to read her books in the presence of her family instead of reading her books hidden away. You cooked meals together in the kitchen and ate them outside in the gardens. In the evenings you took walks around the underworld with the pups, and curled up together to watch movies at night.    

With hardly any warning, on Tuesday evening Hades advised both you and Amara that the next day would be the day he was taking you away. When you asked him if you needed to bring anything he only laughed and sarcastically advised you to pack your passport. The next morning started off early. Hades had woken you up before sunrise. You threw on some jeans and one of his shirts and the two of you started your trip. It took you until you were halfway there to even wake up completely, but once you did you knew exactly where he was taking you.  

The Towers of Elysium were a blinding white in the fresh light of the sun. And you were bursting with excitement at the sight. You may have visited them nearly every day when you went to visit your grandmother, but you never got to visit for yourself much. Not at all actually, not since the first time.

“What do you think?” Hades asked as you got off the elevator on the highest floor. “Will this do for a day away.”

“I think it’s perfect.”

Standing in front of the door he looked over at you, “Go on then. Wherever you want to go.”

When you opened the door you were unsurprised to be wrapped in the smell of ocean air. It had been such a long time since you’d visited this place, but the memories of it remained clear in your mind. The living room was showered in sunlight from outside and ocean air was moving in through the drapes that covered the open sliding glass door in the living room. Moving inside you smiled as you saw the red gerberas in their vases. It was exactly as you’d left it.  

“How did I know?” Hades grinned as he stepped inside with you.

“We can roll play.” You said as you kicked off your shoes. “You can be Jiyong and I’ll be me.”

With a sigh he lifted his hand. Fingers gently sinking into your hair before roughly pulling you close. His lips sucked aggressively at yours in a kiss until you were moaning into his mouth. Then he pulled away slowly and looked at you.

“Do you love him more than me?” He asked almost sadly.

“Jiyong gave you to me.” You rubbed your thumb against his pouty cheek. “He brought me here. How can I not be grateful?”

Your eyes passed over Hades face and you realized how upset he was, though he was trying his best to hide it. You could still see the subtle downward curve of his mouth, the faint single worry line that crossed his brow. Things that you had noticed from watching him for a century.

“Are you really that upset?” Even though you knew he was, you asked because it confused you. “It was just a silly suggestion. It didn’t mean anything.”

“I just want to be enough.” He shrugged and left a casual kiss on your forehead before moving into the living room. “We’ve been together awhile, maybe now you’re realizing I’m not enough for you.”

“Not enough?” You laughed, genuinely laughed before following him to where he’d crashed down on the couch on his back. After climbing on top of him you grabbed his chin, making him face you. “Hades, you are everything. I will call you whatever you want me to.”

Accepting your feelings on the matter he smiled up at you and said simply, “Not close enough.”

Knowing what he meant you laid down on his chest so he could wrap his arms around you. You weren’t tired but you closed your eyes anyway and stayed that way. Just listening to him breathe. In the back of your head you thought of about a million other things the two of you could be doing with what would ultimately be a short day with no kids and no responsibilities. Still nothing you thought of sounded as good as this. Then you realized that nothing would ever be better because existing in his arms was paradise for you. It was exactly what you wanted. It was what you thought about all the time.

“Have you ever been really mad at me and just never told me?” You mumbled into his chest after nearly an hour of silence between the two of you and barely any movement beyond his fingertips moving gently up and down your back.

He shook his head. “Never.”

“We don’t fight, not really. Not ever.” You slid your hand up his neck, letting your fingers brush the ends of his hair. “I can’t remember if you’ve ever even yelled at me.”

“Of course I haven’t. Why should I?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, “You don’t think it’s weird? You don’t think we should?”

“Why would I ever want to fight with you?” He asked, confused.

“I don’t know! I thought it was supposed to be healthy for couples to fight sometimes. When was the last time we really disagreed on something? Why don’t you ever say no to me?”

“I’ve told you, because I don’t want to.” He said earnestly. “I want to do everything you ask and give you everything you want. So that’s exactly what I do.”

“Do you?” You asked, “Do you truly want to?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I just think it’s strange. I hope you know that it’s okay if you want to say no to me.” You frowned, “Even if you worry it would upset me. I know you worry, needlessly, all the time that I’ll want to leave you like she did, but it would take a lot more than a disagreement to push me away.”

“Well that’s a little arrogant, don’t you think?” He joked, “You may be the sexiest woman I have ever known but I’m not so tied around your finger that I could never say no to you even if I wanted.”

“Oh!” You laughed, “And here I thought you were wrapped around my finger.”

“Are you wrapped around mine?” He asked quite simply.

“You wish.” You laughed. “I can say no to you. I disagree with you.”

Taking a deep breath he raised his eyebrow. “When? When’s the last time you said no to me? Or were genuinely angry with me? The last time you disagreed with something I said?”

Your forehead creased as you tried to remember and his face grew more smug with every moment that passed. You shook your head, “I don’t know. I can’t remember. Maybe I am wrapped around your finger.”

“Do you know why I don’t argue with you? Why it isn’t worth it to me to disagree with you over petty things and cause trouble between us?” He asked, “Would you feel better if you knew why I let things go so easily and do everything in my power to assure that you are happy?”

“Yes.”

”Honestly, I really just don’t want us to be upset with one another.”

“Ever?”

He nodded. “I fought with Persephone nearly everyday we were together. I fight with her now, even though we aren’t together. We were constantly bickering. I was always angry and frustrated. I was always hurting. For a time I forgot what happiness felt like. I hated it so much. I don’t ever want that with you. I want exactly what we have.”

“I hate her for the number that she did on you.” You said before leaving a kiss on his cheek.

He shook his head. “I’d relive every second of it as long as it still brought me to you.”

You blushed lightly as you remembered Amara’s words from the other night, “In that case, let’s never fight. We can always be the exception, never the standard.”

Soon after that you finally peeled yourself off of him and the two of you started your day in earnest. Hades made you watch him cook an entire feast for breakfast, only allowing you to help by pouring him a glass of chocolate milk which you promptly drank half of. After that you decided you wanted to do it all. The pair of you splashed around together out on the beach and lounged by the pool afterwards. Still full from breakfast, for lunch you packed some snacks into a backpack and then took a walk through the forest for a light picnic. When you finally made it back in the late afternoon you squished together in a hammock outside. The intent was for a nap but it ended up being an hour of kissing, which you enjoyed just as much if not more.  

Dinner was later than usual, as you were pretty reluctant to climb out of the hammock, but it was deliciously filling. Once you’d eaten you moved back outside to the patio where you curled up beside Hades and he read to you from his book. You didn’t understand the story since you’d missed the entire first half but you weren’t paying much attention to anything outside of the sound of his voice anyway. Since finding out you weren’t actually pregnant you couldn’t stop thinking about the disappointment you’d felt. You’d really thought that you didn’t want another child right away. Your hands were so full as it was and it wasn’t like you were in a rush. Still you were unable to push away the thought.  

Before you finished up outside you had a realization. You knew what it was that you really wanted. You figured out what it was you felt you were missing. After a quick shower you threw on some comfortable pajamas and moved into the bedroom. You thought to wear something sexy and enticing, but you weren’t entirely sure if he would agree and didn't want to feel too foolish. Ready for bed, you bounced as sweetly as possible across the mattress until you were finally kneeling at his side.

“My love…” he eyed you over the top of his book as you rolled your lip between your teeth. “I want another baby.”

Closing the book, he laid it gently on the nightstand and looked over at you. “I’m sorry, did you just say you wanted another baby?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

His eyes lit up like you were fireworks in the night sky. “Why?”

“I’ve given you your daughters.” You said trailing your fingernail down his chest.”Now I want a son.”

“You know that’s not how it works. We can’t just guarantee a boy because we want it.”

“Then we’ll keep going until we have one.” Your chest tightened and you whispered one last plea, opting to use your husband's name, in hopes that he’d realize the seriousness of your request “Hades, please.”

He pushed himself onto his knees in front of you, his hand lifting to your neck. Without another word he pulled you in for a kiss. Your hands flew to his cheeks and your body melted into his, the way it always did. His other hand pressed against your back to hold you and he lowered you gently onto the mattress. Waiting until the first tiny moan escaped your lips he pulled away.

Looking down at you his eyes were dark and you could feel a wave of heat crash over your skin. The look made you feel like you couldn’t possibly be any more loved or desired. When he spoke, his voice sent a shiver of pure delight through your veins.

“I will give you a son.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he leaned back on his heels. You watched as he pulled your pants, along with your panties, from your legs. With your bare legs propped against his shoulders he trailed his fingertips lightly over your skin from your ankles to your thighs. Your legs quivered while you watched him follow the same trail with his lips. Bending down between your thighs you felt his mouth against your sex and gasped. He tested how slick you were with his fingers and your toes were already curling at the feel.

“I don’t…” you squirmed beneath him. “I don’t think that’s how you make a baby.”

Your thighs attempted to tighten around him but he’d already propped his arm against it. He was an expert and you just happened to be his profession. Dipping his fingers into the hot wet mess of you, he looked up and caught your gaze.

“I think I’ve proven I know how to make a baby.” Keeping his eyes locked with yours he leaned forward and watched you watch him brush his tongue against your clit.

“Yeah,” you agreed breathily, “You got this.”

After a satisfied sigh you fell back onto the blankets and enjoyed the feel of his tongue swirling against your sensitive bud. Your fingers curled around the blanket at your sides, tightening with every slow, intentional pump of his hand. Your knuckles were practically white when he started to move his mouth from you.

With his fingers still curling gently inside of you he eased himself up your body. Inching your shirt up along with him, he kissed every stretch mark that adorned your hips. He praised the scar you got from giving birth to the twins with his lips as well. His free hand moved over your stomach, his fingers stretching out over where he imagined the baby would sit. Unable to help yourself you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I love every version of you.” he said before leaving another kiss on your skin, “But one of my favorite versions of you, is the one were you’re round with my babies.”

His eyes trailed up your body until they locked with yours and that act alone made the hot coils inside of you tighten.

“Oh. Oh?” you gasped as his fingertips brushed against your g spot. “I like that.”

“You like it?” He smirked and removed his hand from you long enough to maneuver himself so that he was laying beside you. “You like having my babies?”

“I do.” You nodded while he reached back between your thighs. “I really do.”

“Would you like me to fill you with them?” He seemed truly amused at your body's reaction to his touch as he rubbed circles against your clit. “Shall I give you another?”

“Yes,” you begged, “please.”

He watched the little muscles in your face as they moved and he could tell you were close. “Tell me what you want, say the words.”

“I want to have your baby.” You whimpered,” I want to have all of them.”

Your body trembled with your orgasm as he leaned in and kissed your neck, damp with sweat. “Good.”

“My god…please.” You begged.

Taking deep breaths you pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him.

“Take this off.” You demanded flicking his shirt.

Reaching down you tugged his pants down his thighs. Already hard, his cock sprung from the underwear you tore from him as well. Tossing his shirt to the side he looked down and watched as you rubbed your soaked cunt against him until he was slick and glistening.

“Fuck.” He groaned, lifting his fist to his lips. “You’re so sexy.”

“I’m glad you still think so.” You grinned and adjusted him beneath you until you were able to ease down onto his lap. Hands on your hips he urged you to move while you tugged your shirt over your head

“Love of my life...” He grunted softly as he reached up to cup your face. “You always fit so perfectly. You were made for me.”

Gasping lightly against his ear you moved with him inside of you. In a mere whisper you said, “No, we were made for each other.”

Your arms rested on his shoulders as you rocked back and forth. Then as a treat for both of you your hips circled his lap. Hooking his arms beneath your legs he flipped you over onto your back and you let out a shriek.

“Hades!” You giggled, while he buried his face in your neck with a playful growl.

Less playfully he said, “I’m gonna fuck you full of babies.”

“Filthy mouth.”

He grinned mischievously, “So clean it with a kiss.”

Digging your fingers into his hair you pulled his mouth to yours. Your tongue brushed his as he began to move his hips. With each plunge came a heady groan from his lips which you met with a pleasured cry of your own that echoed through the room.

“Oh, Hades! I’m cumming.”

You choked out his name as his hand gripped beneath your chin. Gently, he turned your face to the side to elongate your neck. His mouth roughly sucked at your throat and along your jaw. He’d started to slam into you so hard you’d been jostled to the edge of the bed. Finally, when you weren’t sure you could handle any more, his hips stilled with his orgasm.

“Give me everything.”

He stayed buried inside of you while he brushed your hair off your face and kissed your flushed cheeks. “You are the love of each and every one of my lifetimes.”

“I bet you say that to all of your wives.” With a chuckle you pulled his face to yours for a deep kiss. When you opened your eyes afterwards Hades was pouting at you. “What?”

“I’ve only ever said that to you.” He said seriously, “I never said that to her. Not even once.”

“Oh, I was joking. It was just a joke.” you promised, “I meant...because...she’s just your ex. I’m your only wife, silly.”

“It wasn’t funny.”

Grabbing his face with both hands you pulled him down and kissed his face all over. “I’m so sorry. Hades, baby, I’m sorry. Please don’t be upset with me. Think of the baby, we’re supposed to be happy. Don’t you want a happy child?”

“I will be happy when I know that you know it has always been and will always be you.”

“I know. Of course I know.”

“Then we will have the happiest-“ he grunted as he removed himself and moved onto the bed beside you. “child we’ve had yet.”

“Promise you’re not upset.”

“I’m not upset anymore. I promise.” He yawned and tucked into your side.  

Sure that he was telling the truth you tightened your grip around his shoulders and held his exhausted body close to yours. Closing your eyes you kissed the top of his damp head and sighed in content. His hand moved gently over your stomach.

“Did it work?” He asked with a small laugh. “Are you pregnant yet?”

“Too soon to tell I think.” Your fingers ran through his hair, “I’d still like for you to do that again…and again...and again. To be sure.”

He yawned once more. “As I told you before, I have no want to deny you.”

“Do you say it like that because you don’t want to do it again?”

“Do not” He growled, landing his flat palm heavy on your bare ass with a loud smack, “question my desire for you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Burying his face in your neck, he kissed your collarbone. “Look at that, we had an argument.”

“Um, that was not...” You shook with laughter at the look on his face. “Nevermind, you’re right, my love.”

-

The next morning when you arrived home you were pleasantly surprised to see that the palace was not burnt to ashes or in complete shambles. In fact the house was completely clean which you weren’t at all expecting. No dishes in the sink in the kitchen, no toys scattered all over the stairs. Not a single wall had paint or color where it wasn’t supposed to be. Nothing had been broken and hidden in a trash can in an unused room.

You found all of the girls, Ligo included, still passed out in the blanket fort sprawled out over pillows in actual pajamas, which you hadn’t expected either. All except for Lily who was sitting quietly in the middle of a pillow barrier, wide awake. When she caught sight of you she babbled out a cheerfully nonsensical request and threw her arms up for you to pick her up. Both Hades and yourself were excited to find that your children were not only all alive but also completely uninjured. You were so proud of Amara. Everyone had been bathed before falling asleep to movies, and apparently fed properly throughout the day.

You’d been so happy with how things went that you made the girls breakfast before waking them up. And you were so grateful for the care she took in watching her sisters that you told Amara she could have the entire day to herself and that you wouldn’t force her to spend time with all of you. While she did disappear for most of the day she joined in on the evening walk and movie night all on her own. She even joined you again the next morning.

The six of you had been spending time together in the main living room. Amara sat in the big cushy loveseat with her nose tucked deep inside a book. You were laying on the floor with Lily working on getting her to crawl. Your eldest attempted to pretend that she wasn’t interested but you’d seen her several times peeking around her book with a look of hopefulness.

“Come on, Lils!” You encouraged her enthusiastically. “You can do it! Come get Peggy.”

Lily looked at her stuffed Pegasus, dancing in your hand with eyes bulging in excitement. She leaned forward from her sitting position onto her hands and knees.

“Oh you’re so close! My big girl! You can do it!”

She rocked forward a few times like she might attempt it. Then, giving up, she slid down to her belly and started her sloth slow commando crawl. Amara let out a disappointed sigh.

“That’s okay.” You sighed as well and pulled yourself to your knees. “She’s probably just waiting for you father to be here so he can see it too.”

Hades had gone, followed of course by the twins, to let Ligo inside since she’d been running around all morning. As if on cue you could hear the pitter patter of paws sprinting down the hallway. Still nearly a yard away from you Lily paused her crawl as Ligo stormed into the room in a flurry.

“Ligo!” You tried to calm her as she pounced eagerly around you, “Chill.”

You laughed as she sniffed at your sides and then hurried around you in circles before sniffing at you some more. Her tail whipped around like a propeller. She whimpered with excitement as she finally settled down at your side and rested her head on your lap. Her dark eyes looked up at you, big and wide. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth as if she were truly smiling.

“What?” You asked as you scratched between her ears. Then as if she spoke to you with just a look, you knew, and your heartbeat quickened. “What do you know, silly girl?”

“She’s acting weird today.” Hades said as he walked into the room. Ivy and Iris had wrapped scarves around his ankles and were holding on tight. Both of them were giggling profusely as he dragged them along behind him. “She didn’t even wait for her treat when I let her in. Just raced in here to you like a bat out of the underworld.”

You reached up for the treat he’d brought with him and offered it to the dog who accepted it happily. Once he placed the snack bowl on the cushion he collapsed onto the couch. The twins abandoned their scarves and climbed up on their father, or as they seemed to think, their own personal jungle gym.

“Just a house full of daddy's girls.” You mused, scratching between the dogs perked ears.

“Isn't it?” He asked happily.

“Daddy.” Iris said grabbing her ponytail and shoving it into his face, “Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. You said!”

“I know! I know what I said.” He laughed, “Sit.”

He groaned as she slammed herself down onto his lap. You watched as he took out her hair tie and started to part her hair for braiding. Watching him with your children was one of your favorite sights. Hades was such a wonderful father. Sometimes it made you a little sad that he had to wait so long for the opportunity to be loved the way he deserved. It didn’t make sense that anyone could know him and not want to give him the universe.

Feeling your eyes on him, Hades turned to you and grinned at the look on your face. “What are you thinking about?”

“How much I love you.” A dramatic gagging noise emanated from behind Amara’s book but you ignored it, “And what a lovely morning it’s been.”

It was a simple enough statement. Anyone that might have heard it wouldn’t have expected that you meant anything by it. However Hades could tell what you’d been thinking about by the way your bottom lip rolled under your teeth. Your thighs were tense and pressed tightly together beneath you. They had been since he strolled into the room.

Since you’d made your request for another baby clear, he’d been quite determined to fulfill it. You realized pretty quickly that if you’d wanted him all you’d to do was say so, you should have always known. It had only been two days but he’d had you every chance he was given and never wasted a moment. The day before he’d found three windows of opportunity. Once during afternoon naps and twice before bed.

Just that morning before sunrise he’d woken you up to kisses between your thighs, followed by an hour of diligent love making while the room filled with sunlight. Afterwards he even let you go back to sleep while he started his day. And when you woke for a second time and went to shower he joined you there too. You only felt half guilty about the water you wasted while he had you pressed up against the wet tiles.

“Yes,” he agreed, thinking about it as well, “it has been quite nice. I suggest we have many more like it”

Looking just passed Lily, who’d made her way successfully to Peggy, your eyes wandered over to Ligo who had moved and was lying down by Amara’s feet. Her eyes were set on you. Her tail wagging wildly behind her with excitement. Thinking about her curious behavior you said offhand, “I would love that. Though we may not need to.”

Hades looked at you curiously and you just smiled back at him. “Already?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged in an attempt to hold back but the thrill was clear on your face.

“It’s time we should ask the girls what they think.” He said, finishing up Iris’ braid.

“About what?” Amara asked.

“About what?” The twins copied in unison. Ivy crawled into his lap with her sister now that he was done with her hair.

“How would you feel about a little brother?” You asked.

“A boy? With your track record?” Amara grinned at you over the top of her book.

“Hey!” You tried not to laugh and failed, “Hades your daughter is being a bit rude.”

“My daughter.” He smirked, “She gets that from you.”

“What about you little monsters?” You looked over at the twins, “Do you want a baby brother?”

“You will love him more?” Ivy asked, looking up at her father with genuine concern.

“Oh, of course not!” He promised, pulling his little girl into his chest. He grinned over at you and said, “Your mommy might.”

“Hades!” You scolded while he stifled a laugh.

Ivy looked over at you now, eyes already glossy with tears, “Mama?”

Holding back a laugh you watched as your daughter finally tore herself from her father's lap and threw herself at you with a sob. Her little arms wrapped around your neck desperately as if in an attempt to secure your love.

“Sweetie.” You soothed her with a gentle back rub, “Daddy’s joking. He’s being silly.”

Turning towards him the little girl gave her father her best stink face before sinking back into your arms.

Hades continued to laugh, ”Yeah, real daddy’s girl that one is.”

Pulling your daughter close you left a kiss on the top of her head. Leaning in close you whispered, “You’re my favorite, don’t tell.”

Her angry scowl turned into a sweet giggle.

-

As the sun rose on Saturday, it seemed the week of your vacation had come too soon and was leaving in a flash. All you had left to look forward to was the visit to Olympus with Amara. In an effort to make it a little more exciting for the both of you, Hades has made plans with Ares and Aphrodite for dinner so you had something to do while you waited.

It was nice to dress up. Of course you dressed nicely for judgements everyday, as it was professional. However it was rare you found an excuse to show off. Deep in the closet you found a short black halter dress. You knew you wanted to wear something black so that you could match whatever Hades had chosen for himself.

For judgements he always wore luxurious suits with shiny shoes. His hair would be slicked back and his face severe. At home he was more of a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy. Casual, comfortable clothes for playing with the kids. No matter what he wore, you always seemed to want to devour him whole. You’d been insatiable since the first kiss and he’d kept you that way every day since.

You’d thrown a black, velvet cloak over your shoulders and made your way out of the closet as you tried to clasp it at your neck.

“I’m ready.” You mumbled, as you finally got the clasp hook, and looked up. “Oh...fuck me.”

Your husband stood in front of the mirror adjusting the shirt that he had tucked into his jeans. He wore an incredibly amused expression as he looked at you in the reflection.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled.

“I will not excuse you, sir. Not for this.” You shook your head, “This is absolutely criminal.”

“My queen!” he turned around with a laugh, “Do I look that bad?”

Bad wasn’t the word you would have used to describe the way he looked. A bold pink shirt tucked into ripped black jeans. The top few buttons were left open giving you a tease of the smooth chest hidden underneath. His hair was styled into a pomp and the sides freshly buzzed. His face was cleanly shaved for the first time all week. You wiped at the corner of your mouth where saliva had gathered. Hades bent over, grabbing a leather jacket off the bed.

“What is this now?” you asked, “You can not expect me to let you out of the house in this. What if someone were to see you? Too scandalous.”

Slipping his arms into the jacket he just laughed at you. Once his outfit was complete he pulled you close. His fingers dragged the cloak from your shoulder so that he was free to kiss the exposed skin. He’d barely even touched you at all and you already released a light moan against his ear. Still very amused he kissed your neck and nipped at your jaw before giving you a true kiss.

When he pulled back he grinned, “When I walked into the bakery that day and caught you talking to yourself...I never could have expected you would be such a nympho.”

You raised a mischievous eyebrow, “That’s the thing though, I wasn’t. Not until I met you. My filthy addiction.”

“Calm down, little rabbit.” he gave you another kiss. “We’re about to go into public. Contain yourself.”

“Yes, sir.” you whined.

The youngest of your daughters were left under the care of Soteria as you and Hades went with Amara to Olympus. Your daughter remained completely silent for the entire trip, trembling with nerves as she imagined the worst things that might happen when her father met her love interest. Both of you tried to joke with her and lighten the mood, but it only made her look, increasingly, like she was going to throw up. When you reached Olympus the carriage you rode in took you to the pavilion where the party was to be held. Once you stopped moving Amara bolted out and ran a few yards away to a young boy.

“Oh, he is adorable.” you tried to hold back your squeal but the pair was so cute.

Hades didn’t think so. He let out a huff of air as he watched them out of the window. “I’ve changed my mind. Let’s take her home.”

You reached your hand up and cupped his cheek, “It’s too late. Remember to be nice.”

He only grunted and pulled his sunglasses from the inside pocket of his jacket. When he placed them on his nose you actually gasped.

“What?” he grinned.

“Too sexy. You’re trying to kill me.” you scoffed in disbelief, “I can’t believe this. Get out!”

Laughing as you shoved him from the carriage, he then turned to help you out. Alec was a sweet boy and very clever. He showed a kindness and respect towards you, your husband, and your daughter that you couldn’t help but appreciate. He was definitely a far better companion than any of the sons Zeus had to offer. By the time you and Hades left, to make your way to dinner, he had won you over. Hades was less impressed, but he had become tolerant of the idea.

You’d decided to walk rather than take the carriage, as the home you were headed to wasn’t too far and it was beautiful out that evening. So you left the kids to their party and traveled through the streets of Olympus hand in hand. It hadn’t really occurred to either of you that you’d be stopped by so many gods for a quick chat, that they’d be excited to see the two of you there. It hadn’t felt too horribly long since the last time, but apparently it had been decades. Both of you had been quite missed.    

“Hades? Y/n!”

Reaching another pavilion you looked up, only a little surprised to see Hera and Zeus. Hades tensed beside you but you couldn’t help yourself as you dropped his hand in order to hurry over to your friend. Hera threw her arms around you tightly and held you a blink longer than normal before leaning back, keeping you snug in her arms.

“What are you two doing here? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“That’s what people keep saying!” you laughed.

Still keeping a distance from his brother Hades moved behind you. “We brought Amara so she could attend a party. Now we’re headed to see Ares and Aphrodite for dinner.”

Zeus awkwardly greeted his brother and you watched for a moment as they shuffled their feet trying to think of something to say to one another.

“So,” Hera beamed as you looked back to her, “it will be difficult with those two, but I’m assuming no wine for you then.”

You heartbeat quickened, “We had thought… maybe, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Well, I’m happy to let you know, you can be sure.” She pulled you in for another hug and whispered against your ear, “Would you like to know?”

With a deep, nervous, breath you looked over at Hades who was attempting an awkward talk with his brother about the proper way to cook lamb. Turning back to Hera you nodded.

“Please.”

She closed her eyes as her forehead pressed gently to yours and her hand dropped to your stomach. Her palm pressed against you, fingers spreading out over your belly. You gulped as she smiled and then let out a little laugh.

“The reign of the women of Hades is ending.” She said as she opened her eyes and finally released you from her arms. “The men are on their way.”

“You’re sure?” You asked as your eyes lit with excitement.

“Am I sure?” She scoffed, and you realized what a dumb question it was to ask her of all people. Then she laughed in full, “Blessings, my sweet sister.”

The two of you chatted for a little longer until the sun was nearly setting. Looking over once or twice you’d even caught Zeus and Hades laughing with one another. And not before too long your husband was reaching his hand out for yours.

“Y/n…” he said kindly, “We have to go or we’ll be late.”

After quick goodbyes the two of you were back on the cobblestone path to your dinner plans. The smile hadn’t dropped from your face since Hera gave you the news and you’d been thinking of a special way to let Hades know. Your skin prickled as you walked as his cool fingers moved the hair from your neck and leaned in to kiss the skin there.

“You’re always so happy when we come here. You get to see your friends.” He mentioned thoughtfully, “Do you wish we lived here instead?”

“No.” You laughed, “I like when we visit because sometimes it’s just nice to go somewhere different. But I love our home.”

“If you’re sure.”

You hummed, looking out at the clouds in their pink and orange sunset hues. “It is a beautiful view though.”

“Here…” he gestured to a small opening off the path. “We can be a little late.”

With his arms wrapped around you, you leaned into his chest and looked out at the view. For a while you watched the way the clouds changed color to reflect the sunset. It felt nice with his hands caressing your back and the warmth of him surrounding you in the brisk chill of the evening.

“I can’t wait.” You whispered.

“For what?”

You leaned back just slightly so you could look at him, “I wanted to wait. I wanted to think of something fun, some silly way to tell you, but I’m too excited. I want you to be excited with me.”

“What are you on about?” He asked, the curiosity clear on his face.

“Hera confirmed.” Your smile was starting to hurt your cheeks, “I’m pregnant.”

“Yeah?” He asked, and when you nodded in confirmation he threw his fist in the air. “Yeah!”

You laughed when he cupped your head and dipped you backwards for a kiss. Pulling you back up he released your lips with a loud pop.

“I told you I knew how to make a baby.” He absolutely beamed. “Didn’t I say?”

“Yes, you did.” you waited a moment for him to calm down. “Hades...there’s more.”

His mouth went slack as he looked at you, searching your face. “No… is it? It’s a boy?”

“It’s a boy.” He grabbed you in his arms and spun you around until you were a mass of dizziness and giggles.

“First try!” He shouted and threw his hand up for a high five.

“First try?” Still laughing you gave him a high five, and he locked his fingers with yours. “More like our fifth try.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I know what you mean.”

“Have I made you as happy as you can be?”

“Happy like you wouldn’t believe.”

Looking at you seriously he pulled you back into his embrace. His fingers moved up your neck until they fisted your hair gently. Pressing his face into your hair he inhaled your scent with a satisfied groan.

He spoke quietly against the top of your head, “Promise me one more time and I’ll never make you do it again. Tell me you’re still certain you want to spend forever together.”

With a sigh of content you looked at him and pulled his mouth to yours, “I swear. I promise. Spending the rest of all eternity with you, isn’t nearly long enough for me. You can make me tell you everyday. It will never not be true.”

Satisfied with your answer he dropped his hand down to yours and linked your fingers together before pulling you back onto the path. As the sky grew dark with night you squeezed his hand and smiled. There was never anything but a feeling of absolute serenity as you walked along the path beside him.

[severetimetravelnerd]

Hatred and Love (ft. G Dragon) Mafia AU

Part 11

Jiyong sees the start of a surprising new movement.

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Now, things start to switch up with EXO. It has appearances from Daesung, Taeyang, TOP, Mino, Hanbin and EXO (mostly Kai). This continues with the EXO storyline, but again, I have nothing against EXO :)) I love them, but I had to use someone for the plot. This chapter has the introduction of the other EXO members.

Warnings: Violence, Death(not main character), Injury, Blood, Eventual smut, Abduction, Guns and Knives, language.

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One would think you’d be happier. Safer. At peace. You had moved out of that house and were staying at Hanbin’s apartment. You had gotten away from the toxic environment. You were no longer being used as a tool between the two gangs. You were away from the violence. You were away from Jiyong. You hated it. You never believed in those ‘fleeting connections that last a lifetime’, but you couldn’t handle being away from Jiyong. You loved him too much to leave him. You wanted to put yourself first, and you did, but somehow, you felt like you were losing out by pushing him away. You tried to keep your mind off things. You tried to feel grateful, but honestly, as you went about your day, the only feeling you had was one of great longing.

 Jiyong, on the other hand, was living a weird life. He focused all his sadness and loss into defeating EXO, but when he wasn’t working, he was just so hopelessly lost. Only his closest friends saw him in that condition because if anyone else did, they would have thought he had gone insane. He lost the will to do anything, simply staring at things all day, desperately clinging on to memories of you. He began spending his evenings alone in his room, slowly putting together albums of the two of you together from the blurry, sleepy selfies on his phone. It was the only way he saw you. He was about to go to bed one night when Youngbae burst in again. Jiyong, eyes dead, stared at him, hoping desperately it was not for any reason like the last time, but more than anything else, Youngbae seemed confused. Puzzled, he said, 

“Jiyong, you need to see this.”

 And gestured down the stairs. Jiyong quickly bound his hands, not wanting to get bloody knuckles and followed him, prepared to harm anyone who posed a threat to you and your safety. He only stopped to think when he saw Jongdae, Baekhyun and Chanyeol sitting there, bound and gagged to three chairs

Jiyong sat down across from them, seeing their eyes unwillingly fill up with fear. A while ago, he would have enjoyed it, but now, things were different. He took a long, hard look at the three of them. Jongdae had a wife and a child. Baekhyun was known to be bad at fighting. Chanyeol tried to keep away from violence. Why would those three turn themselves in to him? He uncuffed his shirt and got up, moving closer to them. He walked up to them and while he only reached out to remove Baekhyun’s gag, Baekhyun flinched. For the first time ever, he took on a soft voice while dealing with mafia. 

“Relax. I’m just removing this so you can talk.” 

They just watched him suspiciously when he moved on to remove Chanyeol’s and Jongdae’s gags as well. Jiyong slowly walked back and sat down, crossing his legs and staring at them. He lit up a cigarette and said,

 “So, would you care to explain to me why the three of you came here, unarmed and unbugged, to meet me? I would have said you had a death wish, but if that were the case, you would have tried to provoke me already.” 

Baekhyun nervously nodded at Jongdae and Chanyeol, and started, 

“We have a proposition.”

 Not looking up, Jiyong stared at the cigarette in his hand, remembering the last time you told him to quit. 

“What proposition?”

 Jongdae spoke up, the only vaguely calm voice out of the three of them.

 “EXO is suffering serious losses because of Joonmyeon hyung’s insistence on fighting you guys. We know we’re the ones who started it, because Y/N was never Jongin’s girlfriend.” 

He paused, his voice sounding ever so slightly pained. 

“And EXO has changed. Joonmyeon hyung can’t see what his spite towards you is doing to everyone around him.” 

Jiyong looked up and met Jongdae’s gaze. 

“We’ve left EXO to join you. We think it’ll be better for both groups if we merge.”

 Jiyong laughed. 

“You said it yourself. EXO is suffering serious losses. How would it help me in any way to merge with you?” 

Baekhyun and Jongdae both flinched at that, but Chanyeol spoke up for the first time. Eyes dead serious, he said,

 “It would stop the bloodshed.”

 Jiyong’s smile was wiped off his face. That was worrying him. Although he was clearly winning over EXO, a lot of his men had suffered injuries. Mino was walking around with a stab wound. You were unsafe. He had to put an end to it somehow. Chanyeol continued. 

“We also have numbers.”

 He turned and looked at the other two. Gulping, he decided to take a risk. He didn’t know whether the others would follow their path, but it was worth a shot. 

“Minseok hyung and Kyungsoo will join you in a while. With us, all our men will also come here. You know we were good at what we did before we started this war with you.” 

Jiyong, eyes deadly, took out his knife and asked,

 “How do you know I won’t kill you for coming here?” 

Chanyeol, eyes confident, replied, 

“Because you didn’t kill Jongin.” 

Jiyong’s eyes turned cold. 

“Jongin saved the person who means the most to me in the world.”

 Although his heart was pounding out of his chest, Chanyeol replied. 

“And that same person changed you for the better. You don’t kill needlessly anymore.” 

Jiyong just stared at him, silent. He looked down at the cigarette in his hand, suddenly squashing it. You did ask him to quit. He stared at the crushed cigarette, thinking about how before he met you, he would have killed someone for saying that. After he met you though, it made him feel better that he couldn’t kill needlessly. That meant he had less chances of hurting you, after all. He sighed. Chanyeol was right. He stood up, about to walk out of the door when Jongin burst in, panting. 

“Jiyong hyung, don’t kill them. Please.”

 With a wry smile on his face, Jiyong said,

 “Who said I’m going to kill them?”

 He turned to the two men standing guard. 

“Go untie them and show them the two free apartments near Hanbin’s place. Treat them well. They’re your brothers now.” 

 Jongin couldn’t believe his ears. He was terrified Jiyong had an ulterior motive. He ran and caught Jiyong’s hand. 

“Hyung, they’re not going to give away EXO secrets. Don’t torture them for it.” 

Jiyong turned around with a slight smile on his face. 

“Jongin, if they had come here telling me they’d spill all of EXO’s secrets, I’d have shot them right there. We don’t need people I can’t trust here.”

 A month later and Chanyeol was proven right. Minseok and Kyungsoo did join them after a while. They couldn’t handle Joonmyeon, Sehun and Yixing ruining EXO right in front of them for their obsession with Jiyong. No one in EXO could handle seeing their friends lose touch with reality and become worse by the day. They decided to merge with Jiyong’s gang, but only on one condition. Even if they do catch Joonmyeon, Yixing and Sehun, no one would harm them. They would be welcomed too. EXO liked working with Jiyong. They liked the people there. Of course, they knew something was wrong with Jiyong because he just became a shell of the man he once was, but they also saw the ways you had changed him. He was a better person after meeting you, not that you had ever asked him to change for you. He wanted to become your safe space. He never wanted to see you scared of him again. He never wanted to cause you pain. He wanted to be the kind of person you wouldn’t question yourself for loving. And so, he stopped killing without reason. He stopped seeming so unapproachable. He looked into the moral grounds of the jobs he took. Sure, that might make him less popular, but everyone knew he was the best in the business. He would just work harder to protect what he already had. He changed a lot, but one thing did not change. He would take the most ruthless of decisions to get what he wanted. And what he wanted right then was to stop Joonmyeon, Yixing and Sehun because the longer they were around, they more danger you were in. He kept on pushing them relentlessly, never giving them a moment to catch their breath. He was forcing them into being careless, and the more careless they were, the faster he would catch them. He had to. He had to keep you safe. He had pinky promised you that he would.

 Jiyong knew that he didn’t want to live a life without you, but he couldn’t be so selfish to ask you to come back, knowing fully well how risky that would be for you and how sad it would make you. He hated his life without you, but he thought he should be proud of his decision to accept that he was bad for you and let you go. If that were the case though, why did he feel so bad about it? Why were you the only thing keeping him going? It was impossible for the people close to him to miss the fact that he had changed. They were all worried sick about him. He was obsessively trying to stop EXO so that you weren’t in danger. He wasn’t sleeping. He was barely eating. He was not himself anymore. Youngbae couldn’t say anything, because no matter how many times he tried telling Jiyong to go talk to you, he refused, saying he wasn’t going to be selfish. Mino, Daesung and Seunghyun; they had all tried talking to him, but he didn’t listen to any of them, telling them that it was better for you if you were away from him. The only one who hadn’t said anything to him was Hanbin. Hanbin was conflicted. He didn’t know what to do. He was so bloody furious with his hyung when he first heard what he said to you. He was pained. He was pained his hyung couldn’t keep his promise to you. He thought it would be better for you this way, especially if Jiyong had lied to you about not killing your uncle. He thought you were getting a better shot at life. But he was wrong. He was watching you waste away, little by little, as you became more lost. Jiyong was the first person you had ever felt that way about. You loved him too much. You couldn’t handle being away from him. You couldn’t handle not knowing whether he came home safe at the end of the night. You couldn’t handle not being able to wake up and crawl into his arms in the morning. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were struggling to get through the day. And Hanbin didn’t want to see that. As it is, he was struggling from seeing his hyung like that. He also found out his hyung hadn’t killed your uncle. Youngbae hyung told him that although your uncle had been killed, it was another gang that did. your uncle owed them money. Jiyong was just getting the blame for it. If you weren’t doing better without him, then there was no point. He needed to talk to Jiyong. He needed to tell his hyung that you needed him back.

 It was late, meaning Jiyong hyung would be tired. Hanbin gulped. That’s not the best-case scenarios, but he needed to tell him. After all, it was a long overdue conversation. He knocked on the door. He heard Jiyong voice, sounding tired. That wasn’t a good sign. Hanbin winced. Oh well, he had to go ahead with it anyway. 

“Hyung?”

 “Come in.” 

Hanbin walked in a little hesitantly, surprised to see Jiyong pouring over floor plans of a building. It was Joonmyeon’s supposed hideout. Jiyong looked up and gave Hanbin a small smile. This was the first time Hanbin had come to see him since you left.

 “What is it Hanbin?” 

Hanbin took a deep breath. 

“Hyung… you know something? Y/N hates you.” 

Jiyong flinched. He knew you didn’t want to be with him, but he hadn’t known you hated him. Hanbin continued. 

“You know why? She hates you for letting her go.” 

Jiyong’s eyes, for the first time since you left him, lit up. He sounded confused. 

“What’re you saying? She was right when she said she shouldn’t be treated that way.” 

Hanbin nodded.

 “You’re right. No one should be treated that way. But how has that got anything to do with you not stopping her from leaving?”

 Jiyong’s eyes were slowly lighting up even more, but he still sounded unsure when he said, 

“But she deserves a better life.”

 “Why does that have to be without you?”

 He still looked a little unsure, but at the same time, he looked like there was nothing he wanted more.

 “Hyung, listen to me. She can’t stand living without you. She needs you back. So, go back to her.”

 Jiyong looked unsure for a second, but then he decided to give in. He would beg you to take him back. You could make that final decision on your own. He didn’t need to make it for you. Without saying another word, Jiyong got up and started walking down, as though in a trance. He just needed to make it to your apartment. He was about to walk out of the door when he heard a loud slap followed by manic laughter. He heard Sehun’s distinct voice laughing and saying, “You captured Yixing hyung. You may have captured me, but in the process, you fell for our trap. Your precious Y/N, the woman who caused all of this mess? Yeah, she’ll be dead by the time you get to her now. You won’t be able to recognise her after Joonmyeon hyung is done with her.”

[darawonplease]

trauma. ch4 - hangover soup.

Dara has to deal with the insistent hangover while his manager recalls why she avoids drinking so much.

characters. Eun Jiwon x Sandara Park

warnings. swearing

a.n. I’m finally back! I want to quickly thank the subscribers that reached out to me and gave me the inspiration to go back to writing! Thank you! The chapter is kinda short but I hope you’ll like it, I already have a couple of ideas for the upcoming chapters that I hope you’ll enjoy. So without further ado, happy reading!

chapter 4, hangover soup.

[ dara pov ]

CLANG!

A loud thud suddenly echoed through the living room, abruptly waking me up from my slumber.

“Shit- These damn pots-”.

A male voice came from the kitchen.

“Goddamn- I'm so clumsy, these damn hands are useless”.

j-jiwon oppa?

is he still here?

what time is it?

did I pass out drunk on the couch yesterday night?

gosh.

what if I snored?

how can I look at him in the eyes now?

after everything i put him through yesterday...

I panicked as I tried to sit up, drowned in the white fluffy blanket the covered my entire body. Birds were chirping happily; a light breeze came from the slightly opened window on the right.

“How do you feel?”.

“oppa...” - my voice cracked as I spoke; my throat was dryer than a desert because of all the alcohol I had consumed in the evening.

“Oppa? - This is the first time you address me like that”.

I squeezed my eyes, a male figure appeared behind the counter of the kitchen, opposite the couch.

“Sandara-ssi? Are you okay?”. He asked in a worried voice.

sandara-ssi?

since when jiwon oppa calls me sandara-ssi?

“I can’t even get mad at you because you look so terrible”.

The figure got clearer as the sunlight slowly filled the living room, it must’ve been 7 or 8 o’clock by then.

“Ma-manager-nim? When did you get here?!”.  

was that really wonjun-ssi? This is the first time I hear him swearing.

I covered myself up with the blanket, I felt so guilty now that I had to confront Wonjun-ssi for my wrong-doings, I didn’t want him to see me in that horrible state.

“Are you okay? You must be really surprised. I’m sorry”. He looked at me apologetically.

He removed the beige kitchen apron he was wearing over his short-sleeved button-down, untying the knot on his back and hanging it back up in its original spot.

Wonjun-ssi was a very neat and precise person, no wonder his job was being my manager. Without him, I would’ve been completely lost after parting ways with Jjangme-oppa.

Always at least an hour and a half in advance for everything, being late wasn’t an option. He did his very best to always make me feel comfortable with him; however, I felt like the uneasiness never really diminished, perhaps because I couldn’t accept that, although he was very good at his job, he simply wasn’t Jjangme-oppa.

I was the very first idol he managed, he barely even knew about 2NE1, he thought I was an influencer and occasionally, an actress.

Truth to be told, that kind of hurt me, as I held to my singer title tightly; him not knowing about my music career just confirmed the fact that I became Sandara Park - the actress, still I couldn’t be more grateful as he took care of me very earnestly, always going out of his way to make my life somehow easier.

With him, I felt like a kid who was about to get scolded by his parent.

“Ouch-…".

I reached for my head with my hands, a grunt of discomfort leaving my lips.

“Sorry for waking you up like that, I dropped the pot all of a sudden and-”.

did jiwon oppa manage to go home in the end?

i bothered him so much yesterday...

“Sandara-ssi”.

“Oh?”

“Are you even listening to me? You’re still half-asleep, huh?”.

I simply nodded, I just couldn’t help but think about him.

“On the other hand- I would’ve woken you up anyways- Come on Sandara-ssi, have a bowl of hangover soup”.

“H-how do you know I’m hungover?!”.  

“Well... You told me just now”. A sigh left his lips as a disappointed expression spread on his face.

“A-ah, I guess I did” - I broke into nervous laughter.

He kneeled to open the bottom cupboard, taking a big bowl to place on top of the counter.

“When you stop responding to my calls it only means you’re drunk”- he continued, scooping some soup into the bowl.

I smiled nervously again; Wonjun-ssi indeed knew me well. It wasn’t the first time I sneaked out, ignoring his texts and phone calls until the next morning.

I was a well-behaved idol to manage, I always avoided giving problems to manager-nim but somehow, I couldn’t trust Wonjun-ssi with my private life as much as I did with Jjangme and because of the constant monitoring he did for my company, I started to sneak out.

[…]

Wonjun couldn’t stand looking at her innocent face, his mind was playing images of that stinky man with his hands all over Sandara, taking advantage of her naiveness, eating up her innocence with such low methods.

Disgusting.

All those thoughts felt sticky to him, he suddenly felt the urge to shower, to wash away all those nauseating thoughts.

“Why didn't you take your medicines to avoid getting drunk?”.

He kneeled in front of the couch, looking at her, upset with himself for not being able to protect her.

Deep sighs interrupted the silence that reigned over Sandara’s apartment that morning.

“You always take them, Sandara-ssi". He thought as he kept circling the living room in deep thought.

who was that guy?

do you like him that much that you let him get you drunk?

you never let others get you drunk

is he that special?

of course, I can’t ask you all of this. it’s your life after all.

The smug smile on that smelly man face made him well up with anger.

As a good manager, he perfectly knew that the celebrity he was managing had an alcohol tolerance close to none. She had the good sense to take medicines before drinking any type of alcohol.

Sandara was THAT cautious.

She often seemed to exaggerate, even going to the length of taking two pills before drinking a harmless glass of champagne during parties and celebrations.

[…]

“Oh- Are we going to drink? Then I have to take my medicines”. With a hand in her Givenchy purse, she tried to find the pill packet scattered with her other belongings.  

“Jajang!” She said victoriously as the other guests looked at her in utter confusion.

“Come on Dee, it’s just Chardonnay, you won’t come out of this restaurant wasted, I promise you”. Jiyong took the packet out of her hand trying to reassure her.

“B-but...”.

[...]

It was at a YG after party event that Wonjun finally understood why she avoided alcohol.

A sudden business call urged Wonjun to go outside of the venue, the loud electronic music had boomed in his ears all evening; he was only waiting the right time to excuse himself and was lucky enough he got one before his eardrums bled.  

“Yes, I'll inform her of your offer. She’s been very busy lately; I almost had an aneurism trying to figure out her schedule, yes! Send everything in my e-mail..”

A woman standing a couple of meters from the manager started to yell all of a sudden, causing his already pounding headache to worsen.

“What’s with you all of a sudden?! You can’t just pull me out of the venue with such urgency and then refuse to talk eonni!”.

“Gosh, this person is so loud, I can’t even hear the person on the phone,” he thought as he quickly dismissed the broadcasting representative on the other side of the phone.  

Wonjun sighed, annoyed beyond measure. He was ready to turn around throw a fit, that was the last straw. He had endured everything all night, why would people yell like that outside a club? Where there’s no music?    

“It’s just that... he’s here. I thought I’d be ok if I avoided him but now, he’s here and...”. Another woman spoke up softly.

That voice was oh so familiar. He perfectly knew who that delicate voice belonged to.

The manager’s ears started to pulse, telling him to eavesdrop on their conversation instead.

“ I turned around and you’re already wasted?! Do you think getting drunk will help you getting over him eonni?”. The woman with the sharp voice scolded her, making Wonjun shiver because of how severe her tone was.

“He’s a dog, ok? You shouldn’t even consider him a man unnie” – She continued.

“B-but- chaerin-ah”.  

“No eonni. That jerk just used you. He forced you to drink just to hook up with you. You just don’t realize how vulnerable you are when you get tipsy. HE SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF HIMSELF, NOT YOU”.

Wonjun kneeled behind a car, spying on the two women; they were none other than Chaerin and her own client. Sandara Park.

“It’s my fault for liking him… I just kept drinking because I liked him…”. She wobbled as her legs weren’t reliable enough to keep her standing.

“It’s his fault for taking advantage of you in that state! Even if you should’ve drunk less he should have taken care of you instead of doing as he pleases. Stop blaming yourself. You’re the victim here unnie”.

“I’m sorry… I promised you and Bom unnie not to get fooled again but..”.  

Sandara sat on the side of the road, defeated and drunk. Hiding her face in her palms. Her sobs faintly echoing in the empty street at the back of the venue.

“Eonni. Look at me”. Chaerin kneeled in front of her eonni, slightly shaking her shoulders in the desperate attempt to make her go back to reality.

“We always end up falling for bad men… Some talk like princes but are just wolves in disguise, and you’re a cute little bunny Dara-unnie, just try to be more attentive”.

“I—just—didn’t think he’d be invited here… - I didn’t expect to see him-  so soon…”. The hiccups of the small woman made the difficult job of expressing herself even more difficult.

Chaerin brought the long sleeve of her top to her unnie’s reddened cheeks, gently drying the tears that were slowly pouring down her small face.

“... what do I do now?”. The soft-voiced woman panicked.

“I’ll talk—“.

“Chaerin eonni!  I’ve been looking for you everywhere in this club! Come back inside, the president wants to talk to you!”. One of the staff had hurriedly run up the flight of stairs leading outside just to inform the artist.

“Gosh…You know how grumpy he gets when you don’t go immediately, that man gets super impatient, you already know. I’ll be right back eonni”. She gave her eonni a pat on the back before running back inside.

Sandara nodded, giving her friend a smile, to the best of her abilities. A faint smile appeared on her lips instead.  

Wonjun hated that feeling. He hated being so involved with her work life but not being part of her actual life at all.  

Why wasn’t he able to give her a shoulder to cry on? Why wasn’t he able to make her happy instead?

He didn’t even know she was dating a man. He knew absolutely nothing.

His constant presence and monitoring didn’t mean a thing. He still couldn’t sense she actually had another life going on. He couldn’t accept the fact that he actually knew nothing about her.  

“Oh, Dara noona, you’re here”.

A tall man suddenly towered over Sandara’s small figure. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored grey suit, his black hair neatly slicked back.

“O-oh h-hi”. Sandara greeted him avoiding his gaze at all cost, a slight hint of panic in her voice slipped out.

“Wow noona, have you drank?”. The man chuckled by himself, a sense of superiority filling his ego.

“Just leave me alone”.

“You weren’t so unpleasant last week when you threw yourself in my arms”.

“S-shut up”.  

“Don’t misunderstand noona, I came here to apologize. To see you drink so desperately as soon as you’ve seen me? Didn’t think you liked me that much. I kinda pity you”.  

“P-pity me?”. Sandara tried to stand up, slowly regaining some lucidity.

“I-I pity you for b-being such a dog!”.  

“D-dog..?!”.

“Yes, I liked you! B-but you know what? You’re a terrible kisser, t-the worst ever!”

“What?!”.

“A-and your breath stinks!”.

The smug expression on the tall man vanished immediately as Sandara’s body convulsed bending forward to throw up, releasing everything on his shoes.

“HEOL, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS. THESE ARE SO EXPENSIVE!”.

“E-expensive? Expensive my a-ass! TSK- I c-could buy you 500 pairs of those if o-only I wanted!”. She laughed as she wiped the corners of her mouth clean.

“Y-YOU!”.

Wonjun immediately ran towards the two, pretending to be there by chance.

“Uhmm- Sandara-ssi? Wow! I’m so lucky to find you here. Come on, I’ll ride you home. You have a long day ahead of yourself tomorrow!”. He nervously chuckled while helping her walk towards the company’s car parked right there.

“M-manager-nim! So good to see y-you! Cook me some hangover soup pweaseee!”. She wobbled behind Wonjun.

“Sure thing”.  He opened the car door for her.

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Now 2~G-Dragon Pt.22

Genre:Angst/SMUT

Rated:NSFW

Pairing: GD X Reader

wordcount:4,562

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DISCLAIMER!:remember this is just an edit of an original book called after by anna todd i do not own this book

Y/N POV

Anticipation builds as Jiyong pushes the thick material of my skirt farther up my waist.

“Relax, Y/N. Shut your mind off—it’s not going to be any different than it usually is,” Jiyong promises.

I’m trying to hide my embarrassment as he slides into me; it doesn’t feel any different. Well, if anything, it actually feels better. More daring. Doing something so out of my norm, so taboo, makes it all the more exciting. Jiyong’s hand runs down my spine, making me shiver in anticipation. His mood has totally shifted. Given his stance when I came out of the elevator, I had expected him to cause a much bigger scene.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod, moaning in answer.

One of his hands digs into my hip as the other grips my hair, holding me in place. “You feel so good, so good, baby.” His voice is tight as he slowly drags himself in and out of me.

Jiyong’s hand moves from my hair down to my breasts. He tugs at the neckline of my blouse, exposing my chest. His hand finds my nipple, tugging at it gently before he rolls it between his fingers. I gasp and arch my back as he repeats the action over and over.

“Oh God,” I utter, then clamp my mouth shut. I’m aware that we are in my office, but I can’t seem to worry in the way that I normally would. My thoughts begin with Jiyong and end with pleasure. The reality of this and the taboo around our act isn’t relevant to me right now.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby? I told you, nothing different . . . well, nothing different-bad, at least.” He moans and wraps his arm around my waist. I nearly slip from the edge of the desk as he changes positions, resting my back against the hard wood of my desk. “I fucking love you, you know that, don’t you?” Jiyong pants into my ear.

I nod, but I know that he needs more.

“Say it,” he insists.

“I know you love me,” I assure him. My body is tightening and he straightens his back, bringing his fingers to rub over my clit. I lean up, trying to watch his fingers work their magic on my body, but the sensation is too much.

“Come, baby, go on.” Jiyong picks up the pace and lifts one of my legs higher into the air.

His eyes roll back in his head. My release is so close, so intense, and so overpowering that I can’t see anything but stars as I grip his inked arms. I press my lips together, hard, to keep from calling out his name as I come undone. Jiyong’s release isn’t as composed: he leans down, burying his head in my neck, calling my name once before pressing his mouth into my skin to silence his voice.

Jiyong pulls out, places a kiss on my ear. I stand up and adjust my clothes, figuring I should get to the restroom soon. God, this is weird. I can’t deny that I enjoyed it, but it’s hard to get past the idea that has been so ingrained in my mind.

“Ready?” he asks.

“For what?” I say, my breathing ragged.

“To go home.”

“I can’t go home. It’s only two.” I gesture to the clock on the wall.

“Call Vance’s office on our way out. Come home with me,” Jiyong instructs and grabs my purse from my desk.

“Though you may want to replug yourself before we go.” He pulls a tampon from my purse and taps me on the nose with it.

I swat his arm. “Stop saying that!” I groan, stuffing it back into my bag as he laughs.

THREE DAYS LATER, I’m waiting patiently for Jiyong to pick me up, staring out the large glass windows in the lobby, thankful that it hasn’t snowed of late. The only evidence of the snowfall from days before is the black sludge littering the dips in the sidewalk.

Much to my annoyance, Jiyong has insisted on driving me to work every day since our fight over Trevor. I’m still surprised that I was able to calm him down the way that I did. I don’t know what I would have done if he’d assaulted Trevor in the office; Kimberly would have been forced to call security, and Jiyong surely would have been arrested.

Jiyong was supposed to be here at four thirty and it’s now five fifteen. Nearly everyone has left for the day, and multiple people have offered to give me a ride home, including Trevor, though he did say it from about ten dozen feet away. I don’t want things to be awkward between us, and I would still like to be friends, despite Jiyong’s “orders.”

Finally Jiyong’s car pulls into the lot, and I step outside into the chilling wind. It is warmer today than it has been, the bright sun adding a small amount of warmth, but not enough. “Sorry for being late, I fell asleep,” he tells me as I climb into the warm car.

“It’s okay,” I assure him and stare out the window.

I’m slightly nervous about New Year’s Eve tonight and don’t want to add fighting with Jiyong to my list of stressors today. We haven’t decided what we are actually doing yet, which drives me insane—I want to know the details and have the entire night planned.

I’ve been debating whether or not to reply to the text messages that Hyuna sent me a couple days ago. Part of me really wants to see her, to show her and everyone that they did not break me—though they humiliated me, yes—and that I’m stronger than they think. That being said, the other half of me thinks it will be incredibly awkward to see Jiyong’s friends. I know they’ll probably think I’m an idiot for being with him again.

I won’t know how to act around them, and honestly I’m afraid that everything will be different when Jiyong and I are not in our own small bubble. What if he ignores me the entire time, or what if Chaerin’s there? My blood boils at the thought.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks.

I had earlier mentioned that I needed something to wear tonight, so I say, “The mall is fine. We need to decide where we’re going so I know what to get.”

“Do you really want to hang out with everyone, or just go out, the two of us? I’m still rooting for staying in.”

“I don’t want to stay in, we stay in all the time.” I smile. I love staying in with Jiyong, but he used to be out all the time, and sometimes I worry if I keep him in the house too much, he’ll get bored with me.

When we arrive at the mall, Jiyong drops me off at the entrance to Macy’s and I hurry inside. By the time he joins me, I already have three dresses draped over my arms.

“What is that?” Jiyong scrunches his nose at the canary-yellow dress on top. “That color is hideous,” he says.

“You find every color hideous, apart from black, of course.”

He shrugs at my truthful statement and runs his finger along the fabric of the gold dress underneath. “I like this one,” he says.

“Really? That was the one I was unsure about. I don’t want to stand out, you know?”

He arches his brow. “And you wouldn’t be standing out in yellow?”

He has a point. I place the yellow dress back on the rack and hold up a white strapless, then ask, “What about this one?”

“You should try them on,” he suggests with a cheeky smile.

“Pervert,” I tease.

“Always.” He smirks and follows me to the dressing room.

“You are not coming in here,” I scold him and close the door to the stall, leaving just enough room to pop my head out.

He pouts before taking a seat on the black leather couch outside the dressing room. “I want to see each one,” he calls when I close the door the rest of the way.

“Be quiet.”

I hear him chuckle, and I want to open the door just to see his smile, but I decide against it. I put the white strapless dress on first and struggle to zip it up the back: tight. Too tight and short, way too short. Finally I get the thin fabric to zip, and I tug at the bottom of the dress before opening the door to the dressing room.

“ Jiyong?” I almost whisper.

“Holy shit.” He practically gasps when he turns the corner and takes in the sight of me in the barely-there dress.

“It’s short.” I flush.

“Yeah, you aren’t getting that,” he says as his eyes move up and down my body.

“If I want to, I will,” I say, reminding him that he will not tell me what to wear.

He glares at me for a moment before speaking. “I know . . . I just meant you shouldn’t. It’s too revealing for your taste.”

“That’s what I thought.” I hum and look in the full-length mirror once more.

Jiyong smirks, and I see him check out my bottom. “It is incredibly sexy, though.”

“Next,” I say and walk back into the dressing room.

The gold dress feels silky against my skin despite the entire dress being covered in tiny gold disks. It falls to the middle of my thighs, and the sleeves are quarter length. This is much more me, only a touch riskier than usual. The sleeves give the illusion of the dress being more conservative, but the way the material clings to my body and the short length say otherwise.

“Y/N,” Jiyong whines impatiently from directly outside. I open the door, and his reaction makes my heart flutter.

“Christ.” He swallows.

“You like it?” I chew my bottom lip. I feel pretty confident in the dress, especially after Jiyong’s cheeks turn pink and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“Very much.”

This is such a normal couple thing to be doing, trying on clothes for him at Macy’s, it feels strange yet very comforting. I was terrified a few days ago when he found out about my dinner with Trevor in Seattle.

“I’m going to get this one, then,” I say.

After finding a pair of thick and rather intimidating black pumps, we head to check-out. Jiyong pesters me to let him pay, but I refuse, this time winning the battle.

“You’re right, you really should be buying me something . . . you know, to make up for the lack of Christmas gifts I received,” he teases as we exit the mall.

I swat at his arm, but he grabs my wrist before I can connect. His lips press a light kiss against my palm before he encases my hand in his and leads me to the car. Holding hands in public is never our thing . . . As soon as the thought crosses my mind, he seems to realize what we’re doing and drops my hand. One step at a time, I suppose.

BACK AT THE APARTMENT, after I’ve declared for the eighth time that we should hang out with his friends, my nerves begin to get the best of me as I imagine the possibilities of how the night could turn out. But we can’t hide from the world forever. How Jiyong behaves around his old friends will really show me how he truly feels about me, about us.

When I shower, I shave my legs three times, staying under the hot water until it is no longer warm. When I get out, I ask Jiyong , “What did Nate say about tonight?” I’m unsure what I want the answer to be.

“He texted to meet them at the house . . . my old house. At nine. They’re having a big thing, apparently.”

I glance at the clock: already seven. “Okay, I’ll be ready.”

I do my makeup and blow-dry my hair quickly. My hair is in tight curls, and I pin my bangs back as usual. I look . . . nice . . .

Boring. Boring. The same as I always do. I need to look better than ever before for my comeback. This is my way of showing them that they didn’t get the best of me. If Chaerin is there, she’ll certainly be dressed to get attention, including Jiyong’s. And as much as I hate her, she is gorgeous. Chaerin’s pink hair burning in the back of my mind, I grab my black eyeliner and draw a thick line across my top eyelid; for once the line is straight, blessedly. I do the same on the bottom and add more pink to my cheeks before pulling the bobby pin from my hair and tossing it in the trash.

Quickly, I retrieve the pin from the top of the trash. Okay, so maybe I’m not quite ready to throw it away yet, but I’ll skip it tonight. I flip my head down and rake my fingers through my tight curls. The reflection in the mirror shocks me. She looks like she belongs in a nightclub, she looks wild and . . . sexy, even. The last time that I wore this much makeup was when Hyuna gave me a “makeover” and Jiyong taunted me. This time, I look even better.

“It’s eight thirty, Y/N!” Jiyong warns me from the living room.

I check the mirror one last time and take a deep breath before rushing to the bedroom to get dressed before Jiyong can see me. What if he thinks I look bad? Last time he didn’t care for my new and improved look. I shut off my doubtful thoughts and pull the dress over my head, zip it up, and step into my new pumps.

Maybe I should wear tights? No. I need to calm down and stop overthinking this.

“Y/N, we really need—” Jiyong’s voice gets louder as he comes into the room, but then stops midsentence.

“Do I look—”

“Yes, fuck yes,” he practically growls.

“You don’t think it’s too much, all the makeup?”

“No, it’s . . . um . . . it’s nice, I mean . . . it’s good,” he stammers.

I try not to laugh at his apparent loss for words, something that never occurs with him. “Let’s go . . . we need to go now or we won’t make it out of this apartment,” he mutters.

His reaction has given my confidence an extreme boost. I know it shouldn’t, but it does. He looks flawless as usual, wearing a simple black T-shirt and snug black jeans. The black Converses I’ve quickly become fond of complete the look I know as “ Jiyong .”

The Fray quietly sings about forgiveness as we pull up to Jiyong’s old fraternity house. The drive here was nerve-racking, and both of us stayed silent. Memories, mostly bad memories, flood my mind, but I push them back. Jiyong and I are in a relationship now, a real one, so he’ll be different now. Won’t he?

Jiyong stays close to me as we walk through the crowded house to the smoke-filled living room. Red cups are immediately placed in our hands, but Jiyong discards his quickly before taking mine from me. I reach to take it back, and he frowns.

“I don’t think we should drink tonight,” he says.

“I don’t think you should drink tonight.”

“Fine, only one,” he warns and hands me back the cup.

“Kwon!” a familiar voice calls. Nate appears in the kitchen and pats Jiyong’s shoulder before giving me a friendly smile. I’d almost forgotten how cute he is. I try to picture what he’d look like without tattoos and piercings, but I can’t seem to do it. “Wow, Y/N, you look . . . different,” he says.

Jiyong rolls his eyes and grabs my drink from my hand to take a sip. I want to take it from him, but I don’t want to cause a fight. One drink won’t hurt. I slide my phone into Jiyong’s back pocket so I can hold my cup more easily.

“Well . . . well . . . well . . . look who it is,” a female voice says at the same time as a mop of pink hair steps around a big round guy.

“Great.” Jiyong groans as Chaerin the skank walks toward us.

“Long time no see, Jiyong ,” she says with a sinister grin.

“Yep.” He takes another drink from the cup.

Her eyes move to me. “Oh, Y/N! I didn’t see you there,” she says with obvious sarcasm.

I ignore her, and Nate hands me a new drink.

“Did you miss me?” Chaerin asks Jiyong. She’s wearing more than usual, which is to say she’s still barely clothed. Her black shirt is ripped down the front, purposely, I assume. Her red shorts are incredibly short, with tears in the fabric going up the sides, revealing even more pale skin.

“Not so much,” Jiyong says without looking at her. I bring the cup to my lips to hide my smirk.

“I’m sure you did,” she responds.

“Fuck off,” he groans.

She rolls her eyes like it’s all a game. “Jeez, someone is pissy.”

“Come on, Y/N.” Jiyong grabs my hand and pulls me away. We walk to the kitchen, leaving an annoyed Chaerin and a laughing Nate behind.

“Y/N!” Hyuna squeals as she jumps up from one of the couches. “Damn, girl! You look so hot! Wow!” Then she adds, “I would actually wear that!”

“Thanks.” I smile. It’s a little awkward seeing Hyuna, but not nearly as bad as seeing Chaerin. I have honestly missed Hyuna and am hoping that tonight goes smoothly enough that we can explore the possibility of rebuilding our friendship.

She hugs me. “I’m glad you came.”

“I’m going to go talk to Logan—stay right here,” Jiyong instructs before walking away.

Hyuna eyes him with humor. “Rude as ever, I see.” She laughs loudly over the raucous music and partygoers’ voices.

“Yeah . . . some things never change.” I smile and gulp down the remainder of the sweet drink in my cup. I hate to think about it, but the taste of cherries reminds me of my kiss with Seungri. His mouth was cold and his tongue sweet. It seems like another world, another Y/N, who shared that kiss with him.

As if Hyuna can read my thoughts, she taps my shoulder. “There’s Seungri, have you seen him since . . . you know?” She points her zebra-print nail at a black-haired boy.

“No . . . I haven’t seen anyone, really. Except Jiyong .”

“Seungri felt like such an ass after everything. I almost felt sorry for him,” she says.

“Can we talk about something else, please?” I beg as his eyes meet mine and I look away.

“Oh yeah, shit; sorry. Want another drink?” she asks.

I smile to minimize the tension. “Yes, definitely.” I glance around the kitchen to where Seungri was previously standing, but he’s gone. I chew on the inside of my cheek and look back at Hyuna, who is staring into her cup. Neither of us knows what exactly to say.

“Let’s go find Tristan,” she suggests.

“ Jiyong . . .” I begin to say that he asked me to stay put. But he didn’t ask, he demanded, which is annoying. I tip back my cup, gulping down the remainder of the cold drink. My cheeks are already getting warm from the alcohol running through me . . . My nerves are slightly calmer as I reach for yet another cup before following Hyuna into the living room.

The house is more crowded than I’ve ever seen it, and Jiyong is nowhere to be found. Half of the living room has been taken over by a long card table filled with rows of red cups. Drunk college students throw Ping-Pong balls into the cups and then swallow the contents down. I’ll never understand the need for them to play all sorts of games when they’re intoxicated, but at least this one doesn’t seem to involve kissing. I spot Tristan sitting on the couch next to a redheaded guy who I remember seeing here before. He was smoking a joint with Seunghyun the last time I saw him. Seungri is seated on the arm of the couch and says something to the group, causing Tristan’s head to fall back from laughter. When Tristan looks up at Hyuna walking toward him, he smiles. I’ve liked Nate’s roommate from the first time I met him. He’s sweet, and he seems to really care for Hyuna.

“How are things between the two of you?” I ask her before we approach them.

She turns her whole body to me and beams. “Great, actually. I think I love him!”

“Think? You guys haven’t said it yet?” I gasp.

“No . . . God no. We’ve only been dating three months!”

“Oh . . .” Jiyong and I said the words before we were dating at all.

“You and Jiyong are different,” she says quickly, only lending support to my suspicions that she can read my thoughts. “How are you two?” she asks, then looks past me.

“Good, we are good.” It’s great to be able to say, since we are good, for once.

“You two are really the oddest couple.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, we are.”

“It’s a good thing, though. Could you imagine if Jiyong were to find a girl like him? I would never want to meet her, that’s for sure.” She laughs.

“Me either,” I say and join in her laughter.

Tristan waves to Hyuna, and she pads over to take a seat on his lap. “There’s my girl.” He gives her a swift kiss on the cheek, then looks at me. “And how are you, Y/N?”

“I am very well. How are you?” I ask. I sound like a politician. Relax, Y/N.

“Fine. Drunk as shit, but fine.” He laughs.

“Where’s Jiyong ? I haven’t seen him,” the boy with the red hair asks me.

“He’s . . . well, I have no idea,” I answer and shrug.

“I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. I don’t see him going far from you,” Hyuna says to try and comfort me.

Actually, I don’t mind that I haven’t seen Jiyong in a while, because the alcohol is making me less nervous, but I do wish he would return and hang out with me. These are all his friends, not mine. Except Hyuna, who I’m still deciding on. But right now she’s the person that I know the best, and I don’t want to stand here awkward and alone.

Someone bumps into me and I stumble forward slightly; luckily my drink is empty, so when the cup hits the already stained carpet, only a few drops of pink liquid dot the surface.

“Shit, sorry,” a drunk girl stutters.

“It’s fine, really,” I respond. Her black hair is so shiny that it literally makes me squint. How is that even possible? I must be more intoxicated than I thought.

“Come sit down before you get trampled over,” Hyuna teases, and I laugh before taking a seat on the edge of the couch.

“So did you hear about Seunghyun?” Tristan asks.

“No, what about him?” The mention of his name makes my stomach turn.

“He got arrested, then just got out of jail yesterday,” he explains.

“What? Really? What did he do?” I ask.

“He killed someone,” the redhead answers.

“Oh my God!” I gasp, and everyone begins to laugh. My voice is much louder now that I’m on the verge of being intoxicated.

“He’s just fucking with you; he got pulled over and had some pot on him.” Tristan laughs.

“You are such a dick, Ed,” Hyuna says, and swats the guy’s arm, but I can’t help but laugh at how quickly I believed him.

“You should have seen your face.” Tristan laughs again.

Another thirty minutes go by with no sign of Jiyong . I’m getting slightly annoyed by his absence, but the more I drink, the less I care. Some of that is due to the fact that Chaerin is within eyeshot, and I can see she’s found herself a blond plaything for the night. His hand keeps snaking up her thighs, and they’re both so drunk they look sloppy and ridiculous. Still, better him than Jiyong .

“Who’s up now? Kyle has obviously had enough,” a guy with glasses says, gesturing to his drunken friend who is lying in the fetal position on the carpet.

I look over at the table lined with cups and put two and two together.

“I’ll play!” Tristan shouts, gently pushing Hyuna off his lap.

“Me, too!” she chimes in.

“You know you aren’t very good,” Tristan teases her.

“I am, too. You’re actually just mad that I’m better at it than you. But I’m on your team now, so there’s no need to be intimidated.” She bats her lashes playfully, and he shakes his head.

“Tess, you should play!” she yells over the music.

“Um . . . no, I’m okay.” I have no idea what they’re playing, but I know I would be terrible at it.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun.” She brings her hands into a praying motion to beg.

“What is it?”

“Beer pong, duh.” She shrugs dramatically before bursting into drunken laughter. “You’ve never played, huh?” she adds.

“No, I don’t like beer.”

“We can use the cherry-vodka-sour mix instead. They literally have gallons made. I’ll grab one from the fridge.” She turns to Tristan. “Line up the cups, boy.”

I want to protest, but at the same time I want to have fun tonight. I want to be carefree and let loose. Beer pong may not be so bad. It can’t possibly be worse than sitting on that couch alone waiting for Jiyong to come back from wherever the hell he is.

Tristan begins to put the cups back into a triangular formation that reminds me of bowling pins. “Are you going to play?” he asks.

“I guess. I don’t know how, though,” I tell him.

“Who wants to be her partner?” Tristan asks.

I feel foolish when no one speaks up. Great. I knew this was—

“Seungri?” Tristan says, interrupting my thoughts.

“Er . . . I don’t know . . .” Seungri responds, not looking at me. He’s been avoiding me the entire time that I’ve been here.

“Just one round, man.”

Seungri’s caramel eyes flicker to me quickly before moving back to Tristan and giving in. “Okay, yeah, one game.” He comes and stands next to me, and we both stay there silently as Hyuna fills the cups with the alcohol.

“These cups have been used all night?” I ask her, trying to hide my disgust at multiple mouths drinking from them.

“It’s fine.” She laughs. “The alcohol kills the germs!”

I notice Seyngri smile out of the corner of my eye, but when I look at him, he looks away. Yup, this is going to be a long game.

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Too Much Food, Not Enough Love

Genre: Fluff & very very light angst

Pairing: GTop, ToDae if you squint

Warnings: Body insecurity

Word Count: 1154

A/N: I made a thing because I wanted to. This is just a one-shot right now, but honestly, I was thinking of making it something more? Perhaps explore the angsty side and whatnot. If anyone supports that idea, feedback would be appreciated~ Posted on AO3 under PeaceMinusMOTTE.

Seunghyun stood up, stretching his back carefully. They’d just finished filming Run, BIGBANG Scout! and to be perfectly candid, he was pretty exhausted - emotionally, more than anything. All the group had done was drive out to a not-so-remote place, bought some food, cooked some food, eaten more food, and had a small heart to heart between the members. As Seunghyun lamented on this, he frowned.

“Too much food....” he mumbled, barely audible over the bustle of the staff packing away.

“What was too much, Hyung?”

Seunghyun startled at the soft voice behind him. He whipped around - probably too quickly - to face Jiyong, who was holding out a spare coat. He cocked his head, looking at Seunghyun expectantly. “What was too much?” he asked again.

Seunghyun took the coat and made a show of wrapping it around himself, smiling warmly at Jiyong all the while. “We just had a lot of food today, don’t you think?”

Jiyong’s small smile immediately fell. The older man stood confused for a second before it suddenly clicked - Jiyong was still insecure. Recently, as they hadn’t had any schedules, Jiyong had been gaining weight. Nothing to worry about at all, he was completely healthy. Seunghyun definitely prefered his current look compared to those times when they did have schedules. Jiyong would get caught up in his work, forget to eat, and then his fatigue would skyrocket. Because his fatigue was worse, his productivity would suffer, then he’d get stressed, and then he’d just refuse to eat because at that point he felt that he didn’t deserve it. It was a vicious cycle, and, from what Seunghyun had seen, only the members of BigBang ever seemed to care.

Before Seunghyun could say anything to Jiyong, the younger man had turned and slipped away, blending perfectly among the staff members.

Either way, they’d see each other later when it was time to sleep, Seunghyun thought. The staff had rented a couple of camper vans for the trip. They said it would do them good to get out more. Daesung, BigBang’s resident homebody, had vehemently denied the positive effects of the sun and general outdoor activities, while Seunghyun had sat next to him, rather uncomfortably, as Daesung got more and more animated, sharing looks with Youngbae who seemed to be enjoying the rare spectacle. Seungri had given the PD a few dirty looks and muttered about keeping his stocks in check before rushing off to inform his assistant of his sudden departure. Jiyong had kept to himself mostly, nodding when the staff spoke to him, but Seunghyun could see the hazy look in his eyes. Thinking back to it now, he was sure Jiyong was worried about appearing in public in his current state. Despite the members few comments on how much healthier he was looking, Jiyong was very much fixated on his weight.

Eventually, the staff finished packing up and announced that they were going to sleep, and advised the group to do the same. The members were to make one pair and one group of three to share the two camper vans reserved for BigBang.

Daesung caught Seunghyun’s eyes from across the campsite and smiled at him invitingly. Seunghyun, expecting this, returned the smile, albeit more apologetic. He nodded towards Jiyong who was in conversation with the PD. Daesung’s smile fell a little, but he nodded back in understanding. He moved to where Seungri and Youngbae were loitering, intending to give Seunghyun and Jiyong their privacy.

Seunghyun waited until the PD had left Jiyong before sneaking up behind him, mirroring the younger from earlier. Seunghyun gently pinched Jiyong’s waist, causing him to look over his shoulder, eyes wide and innocent. Seunghyun chuckled at his leader’s cute expression before speaking.

“Looks like it’ll just be us two tonight.”

Jiyong craned his neck to watch the other three members enter one of the camper vans, before turning his body to face Seunghyun. “I thought you and Daesung would be together.”

“Did you not want to share a bed with me? I can swap with Seungri if you really want, I know I’ll actually be appreciated over there,” Seunghyun spoke in a whiny voice, pouting his lips to get the full “adorable” effect. Jiyong cringed and slapped his shoulder.

“You’re fine, you’re fine. Let’s go sleep.”

********

Seunghyun flopped onto the mattress dramatically, groaning as he felt his muscles relax. He kept his head buried in the pillow until he felt movement next to him. The mattress barely dipped as Jiyong settled himself under the covers, and Seunghyun clumsily situated himself under his own side. Jiyong shuffled closer to Seunghyun until he could rest his head on the elder’s chest comfortably. Seunghyun wrapped one arm around Jiyong’s waist, and let the other come behind Jiyong’s head to rest on his shoulder.

“You really do look great, you know,” Seunghyun mumbled. Jiyong hummed quietly. “Most fans love seeing you with a fuller figure, Ji.”

Seunghyun didn’t want to admit that he’d spent hours on fansites and fan cafes scrolling through the comments on Jiyong’s pictures, taking in all the loving, affectionate words. The fans really did prefer BigBang’s leader as he was now, healthier and happier. Seunghyun wanted nothing more in the world than to make Jiyong feel good about himself. Gently, he coaxed Jiyong’s face up, nudging him with his own head until their eyes met. Their faces were so close Seunghyun could feel Jiyong’s breath hitch.

In that moment, time slowed down. Both men closed their eyes and leaned close, lips ghosting over one another. Jiyong’s heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. He wasn’t breathing anymore, and he brought a hand to ball into Seunghyun’s shirt in order to ground himself. Seunghyun took that as a signal, and covered Jiyong’s lips completely with his own.

The kiss was soft and sweet; the two participants feeling as though they were flying. Seunghyun again took the initiative and deepened the kiss, parting Jiyong’s lips and moving a hand to cradle his face as though he could shatter like glass. After a few precious moments, Jiyong pulled away and nestled his forehead under Senghyun’s chin. The elder’s hand was still holding his face, thumb caressing his cheek slowly. Seunghyun pressed his lips against the top of Jiyong’s head.

For a second, Jiyong felt a surge of guilt as he pictured Daesung’s face. Daesung was always so good to his leader and Jiyong suddenly couldn’t shake a massive feeling of betrayal. He lifted his head, intending to discuss the matter with Seunghyun but only a weak “Daesung” had left his lips before Seunghyun shushed him with another kiss. This one was chaste and quick, almost a peck.

“I’m going to speak to him tomorrow,” Seunghyun answered the unspoken question anyway. Jiyong hummed as if to agree, before wiggling himself further under the covers. Seunghyun followed his lead, and both men settled down to sleep.

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Im Here | Pt 3

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

Part | Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 |

The next three days were awkward around the house. Though Jaebum and you had a conversation about the charm Seungri still had attached to his body, but it was brief He knew you loved him now, he knew he had nothing to worry about and you wanting the charm back for real only proved that to him. He made it perfectly clear that he wouldn’t want a charm like that anyways, that if the two of you felt like you had to give something that was supposed to represent the two of yours love that you would decide what that would be together. 

It was the other boys who made it weird. They must have thought that the uncomfortable conversation where you told Seungri that you would be asking for it back put a strain on your relationship with Jaebum. It got to the point while as you were finishing up cleaning up the kitchen while the boys whispered around you Jaebum slammed his hand down on the counter making you jump and get sudsy water into your gloves. 

“What ever this shit is, knock it off. Im tired of it and I’m tired of all of your shit. Upstairs in 15 go.” Jaebum said making all the boys leave the kitchen. 

“What are you so snappy today?” You asked once alone with him, your voice coming out as a sigh when you gave up trying to wash the dishes. 

“Im just tense, this meeting were about to have makes me tense.” He said rubbing his face once before folding his arms and sitting back in his chair. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck over the back of his chair. 

“Were just talking about the phone call though, I don’t know why that would make you tense?” You asked resting your chin on his shoulder. 

“What if he traces the phone and figures out where you are though?” He said turning the barstool to now face you. You smiled softly, gently pushing a piece of hair out from his eyes. 

“Those are the things we can talk about when we get up there Jae. But don’t you think if Seungri knew where to find us Jiyong does?”

“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” 

“Just promise me that when we do talk about this you won’t get mad.” You said smiling softly, but sighing when he just press his lips together and nodded. 

You put your hands on his cheeks and bent down just enough to kiss him gently, his frown easing up slightly when you pulled away. He took your hand in his and stared at it for a few seconds before sighing and looking back to you with sad eyes. 

“Why can’t we just have a normal relationship?” He asked making you chuckle slightly.

“Because your a bad, bad man.” You whispered, now finally getting him to chuckle and pull you in-between his legs so he could hug you tightly before standing up and taking your hand. 

You sat at his right once in the conference room and once again gave him a small smile, but being in the room always put him in a sour mood so you didnt think much of it when he didnt return the gesture. You settled in, putting your phone on the table and sitting back to look around the room at the boys once, who all looked just as upset as Jaebum did at this point. 

“Do you guys really not want me to call Jiyong?” You asked. “Do you not think I can pull this off?” 

“We’ve actually all decided to back you up on this one, Y/n. We think a video chat so he can see that your happier here and done done with Seungri is a good place to start. But thats actually not what were here to talk to you about.” Jinyoung said picking at his fingers. 

“Then what?” You said feeling a little more relief. 

“BamBam.” 

Your heart stopped slightly as you slightly shrunk in your seat. You knew this conversation about him was going to come up with everyone else but you didnt expect it to be right now. You nodded for him to continue. Watching him shift uncomfortably before continuing did make you feel a little better though.

“He is alive. Jiyong did go back to kill him but I guess BamBam, psycho little fuck, was able to get Jiyong to take him under his wing as a foot solider.”

“So now BamBam is on Jiyongs side?” You asked softly, your chest getting tight. 

“No. He’s not, he played his cards right so he could recover-”

“Wait.” You said holding your hand up. 

“Was he in their house the same time I was?” Your voice shook slightly watching as the rest of them nodded slightly. Your eyes moved over to Jaebum but he wasn’t looking at you. He couldn’t. 

“He came here the other day when you and Jaebum were out. at first we were on gunpoint ready to drop him right there but we knew that wasn’t a mess you needed to see. So we let him talk and leave.”

“It wasn’t anything special that day. He told us everything hat happened since he was drug out of the warehouse but he didnt tell us anything else.” Mark now said. “Until two days ago.”

“He called me.” Yugyeom said making you look over at him. “I guess Jiyong has been trying to get him to go through with taking you agin but he’s been making excuses as to why it hadn’t worked yet. He told me somethings that I’m guessing not even Seungri had known, which just shows how off the deep end Jiyong has gone.” Yugyeom said nervously. 

“Like what?” 

You watched as Yugyeom pull out his phone and clicked on the screen a few times. Your stomach tightened when you saw what was on the face of the screen. Four pink walls with no windows that had a big bed in the middle and surrounded with an array of sized stuffed animals that in any other case would have been adorable. The back wall though did have a wall length mirror that you could see BamBam discreetly taking the picture with Jiyong right next to him. It looked like something a 5 year old girl would want, but in dungeon form. 

“He wanted BamBam to take you the night he came here and they were going to keep you in this until Seungri’s birthday where he’d offer you as a present. Thats a fake mirror. So he could sit there and watch you while the days counted down to the day he’d give you to Seungri. 

You felt sick, you had no idea where this was going but you didnt like it, and seeing proof that BamBam wanted to help you only seemed to make you feel worse. 

“We need him to help us, Y/n.” Jaebum said making you look around to him. “He has information that we need. He’s an inside source to the only person that now wants to harm-

“How can you know Jiyong is the only one who wants to harm me after what he did?” You said smally, your hand instantly moving to your side to clutch the thick scar cause by BamBam’s blade.

Before anyone could argue your point the door opened causing every head in the room to turn to the long legged boy walked in. Jaebum was the first one up, confusion obvious on his face as to why he was there. 

“What are you doing here.” Jaebum barked as Mark and Jackson stood to block BamBam from getting to close to your side of the table. 

“I,” Just his voice made your heart explode, your breathing already getting tight and your hands already starting to shake slightly. You closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down, you needed to show him that you didn’t care. That you were over the abuse he put you through. But just thinking about it only made things worse. “wanted to apologize.”

“Theres something called a warning.” Your ears told you Jaebum had stood and moved closer to BamBam, your eyes refusing now to open. Yugyeom’s hand touched you slightly making you jump, and even though it didnt help much with the tightness of your chest it did bring you back from your thoughts. “Who the fuck are you to just walk into someone else’s home?” 

You jumped again at the sound of Jaebum’s risen voice, your chest tightening even further as your breathing started to become affected. There was a pause and the silence only seemed to make things worse, you just wanted to hide. 

“You can’t be here. Not right now this wasn’t a good idea.” Jaebum said more sternly. You looked up slightly, your eyes blurry from how hard they were clutched shut to see Jaebum looking at you. 

And then you made the mistake of look to BamBam, who was looking at you the same way he looked at you when you were being pulverized by the Russian. Just standing there and looking at you the same way he had then. 

“I can’t.” You whispered, your eyes moving to Yugyeom as your chest heaved more and the scar on your side burned painfully as your skin remembered the trauma. Yugyeom looked over to you and turned his whole body when he realized what was happening. 

Only to hide yourself from the embarrassment that was building on top of the anxiety you were trying to fight off you slipped off the chair and onto the ground where you hugged your knees. Your breathing became more rapid at the sound of footsteps, not being able to see where anyone stood only made things worse. Your fingers started to dig into your knee as the feeling of being suffocated came over you once again. Your heart began to beat even faster as you now clung to Yugyeoms arm who had dropped down next to you. 

Your eyes blurred with tears that wouldn’t fall and your ears became staticy, your body giving up on you as you clung tighter to Yugyeom. Sharp breaths left you, your throat now dry and burning from your struggle to breath. A panicked, muffled ‘Jaebum, seriously.’ came from over your shoulder but you couldn’t tell who it was making your panic attack even worse given the possibility it could have been BamBam. 

It wasn’t until a pair of hands took your cheeks did you realize you were speaking. That a string of ‘I cant’s’ kept leaving your mouth. Your eyes were your hands gripped at the new arms that were around you, knowing just by the touch it was Jaebum. His hands shook your cheeks once gently as your eyes that had been darting around trying to focus, trying to force you to look at him. In one big motion you were on your feet and being escorted out of the room, your vision now blocked by the wall of bodies that was helping you walk out of there. The moment you were in your room Jaebums hands once again took your cheeks as the door closed. 

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. Even though you knew that he was still in the house, not being in the same room as him already was letting you breath a little easier. 

“Are you okay?” Jaebum said softly, his thumbs softly wiping away the silent tears that rolled over your cheeks.

You couldn’t help yourself as the tears started to come quicker as the panic slowly calmed down. It only took one soft sob from you to get Jaebum to pull you into his chest and hold you tightly there. You were sure you even heard him sniffle himself as his embrace calmed you down. Knowing you had made a mess of your face you pulled away from him and instantly turned your back so you could wipe your face and fan it slightly.

A voice in the hallway made the two of your heads snap back over to the door and Yugyeom was soon walking through with a glass of water. He smiled at you slightly and handed you the glass, rubbing your back slightly as you took a slip

“She always this overdramatic?” A soft voice from the hallway said making Jaebum step out slightly. 

“Fuck you BamBam.” Youngjae’s voice said softly. 

“I think its time for you to leave.” Jaebum how said. You turned your back to the door, if he walked past you didnt want to see him. 

“Just let me say sorry to her. Let me apologize.” 

“No.”

“Jaebum please I need to.”

“You actually think shell fucking forgive you! Really? How fucking delusional are you that you can’t get it through you thick head you are not welcome around her. I said no, now get out before I get really angry.” Jaebum said sternly, stepping back to try and close the door, but not succeeding in shutting it all the way. “Wow, Jaebum. You’ve changed, choosing a bitch over your brother.” You heard BamBam try to throw back. You looked at Yugyeom, who had put his arm over your shoulder and you could see the amusement on his face as he took in that BamBam tried to still call himself one of Jaebum’s brothers. 

“This ‘bitch’, didnt betray me, and not once has she asked me to choose between her or anyone here.” Jaebum said, and before you could wrap your mind around anything else you saw slightly through the crack Jinyoung and Jackson leading BamBam past the room. 

[lady-une]

The Devil Made me

Hi tumblr universe! Don’t mind me, I just wanted to drop a new story before I turn in for the night. This story has been sitting on my laptop for awhile but I felt bad for working on it while I was trying to finish my mafia one. Now that l’amante dei serpenti is done I feel like I can put all my attention into this one. I don't know why but I have been in such a dark and angsty mood for the past couple of months, so I am not surprised my head conjured this little story. I am not sure on how long I will make it, I am still trying to plot it out. Just know that this will alternate between our main male lead Seunghyun, Mina an original character, and the killer. I have an ending in mind I always do this and I will work up to it. Just know this will get dark and might be sensitive to some people. I will always give out a warning for the harsher chapters, but just know this will be mature in content. I really hope you enjoy this story! As always let me know what you think and share away.

The Devil Made me

When a string of murders move into his district Seunghyun rushes against the clock to find the killer and put an end to its madness. Will he catch the killer before it strikes again? How many more people will have to lose their lives before it ends? Can he balance this violent case and his new love interest?

Word count: 1149

Theme: Police/Murder

Rating: Mature, violence

Pairing: Choi Seunghyun x Mina (original character)

MASTERLIST

Seunghyun

Walking into the station I could tell things were tense. A string of murder cases in this district have been linked to a number of cases from another district. Everyone was on edge including the Chief. I walk right past my partners desk seeing him with his head in case folder, I would have to check in with him once I have talked to the chief. Knocking on the door I heard his gruff response and I walk in to find him standing at his window looking outside.

“Take a seat.”

I sit down across from his desk and he turns walking to his desk chair before falling into it.

“You heard the news, correct?”

“Yes sir.”

“I need you and Jiyong to lead this investigation. We need to find out who this bastard is and put them behind bars. I don’t need to explain how much pressure we have on us to find this person. The other district has sent over all of the information they have collected and you need to go through it. I also don’t need to say how we need to keep this from the media. We don’t need the public finding out and freaking out.”

“I understand sir, don’t worry we will find this person.”

“Then get to it.”

Standing from my chair leaving the room and going right to my desk across from my partners. Sitting down he finally looks up from his file folder.

“Chief tell you what’s up?”

“Sure did.”

“So how do you want to go about this one?”

“Let’s see what they sent over and see what we can find from that and go from there.”

“Sounds good, I have actually been looking at the stuff and it’s pretty gruesome. Whoever this is, they are one sick son of a bitch.”

“What have you found?”

“Well from what I can get this person likes to hunt in the bars and night clubs. The victims have been mostly men but a couple of women were also killed. Some of the bodies have been mutilated with the members being cut off or another part of the body like the hand or a finger. Some of them have been just stabbed multiple times or they have had their throats cut. The earlier victims were the ones who were stabbed or had the throats cut, but the killer grew from there with the mutilation. All of the murders either took place in the victim’s house or in a motel. There has been no trace found of the person, no hair or bodily fluids could be found from the killer. When the motels were booked it was always the victim purchasing the room and there was never a sign of another person.”

“So do you think it’s a random killing or do you think they have some kind of motivation behind the kills?”

“Honestly right now I would say there probably is some story behind madness, but I don’t know yet. I need to look at more information first.”

I nodded my head grabbing some of the files and going through them. There were pictures in the files of the crime scenes and they were in fact gruesome. I was confused as to how there could be no evidence left behind to help give us a clue as to who the person was. There was so much blood in the photos that I was finding it hard to believe that there was no fingerprint or shoe print left behind. After spending all morning going through files Jiyong and I decided to take a lunch break to get a bit of air and refresh our minds.

Walking in to the cafe we were greeted by our friend Daesung who owned the café. He showed us to our normal spot, a quiet place in the corner with a clear shot of the entry points. Sitting down we ordered our normal food and chatted about stuff not pertaining to work. It was a rule we had, when eating we left the work talk at the door so not to get overwhelmed. Just as we were discussing the recent episode of the drama Jiyong and Seungri were currently watching I heard the most angelic laughter coming from a table just to the left of ours. I looked over to find the most beautiful woman with her head tilted back in laughter and Daesung sitting down with his hand covering his mouth. I put my food down watching the two of them interact, they must be on close terms with how comfortable together they were. The woman was finished with her meal and was standing reaching for her wallet I assumed when Daesung put his hand over hers stopping her. She smiled and said something before walking out of the café. When we finished our food Daesung came over to our table to collect our plates.

“Dae, who was that woman you were sitting with?”

“Oh Mina, she is a regular here. Cute isn’t she, hyung? She is actually a stunt double and stops in here just about every day before she heads off to work. Do you want me to introduce you? She is single.”

Daesung smiled before giving me a wink.

“Maybe another time, we have to get back to work.”

“Hey don’t forget tomorrow night is Youngbae’s birthday dinner.”

“I know. We will try and make it.”

“You better make it. I know you guys are probably swamped right now but you need to make time for this.”

“We will.”

Jiyong and I stood from the table giving Daesung a pat on the back before heading back to the station. The rest of the night was spent going over bloody picture after bloody picture. The victims were found in the bed, in the tub, and on the floor. There was no true pattern. There had to be some kind of motivation behind the killings. Going through the phone records we finally caught our first break- there were messages between the victim and a stranger. They were of a sexual nature, with the victim requesting certain acts to be performed by the stranger. There was no mention of payment nor was there any money missing from the victims so this wouldn’t be something done by a prostitute. The victims with the appendages missing were also ones who requested the viler acts, so there was some proof that these were done possibly in a fit of passion. The victim could have acted a certain way or possibly have said something causing the killer to flip their switch. At least we had something to go off of. We just needed to dig further to find something. I refused to let this person stay on the streets any longer than necessary. I would find them and put them behind bars or if need be end their life.

NEXT CHAPTER

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[justtextmeoppa]

❝ I will never doubt you ever…❞

Plot: GD thinks you cheating but it is entirely a different thing 

Pairing: GD x Reader

Words Count: 2,2k+

Genre: Comedy, Angst and Fluff

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie! 

- kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

‘Fuck!’ You swore for the fifth time, ‘The code keeps on breaking!’

‘Did you add a dash?’ Another voice spoke up as you yawned.

You looked at the line of computer coding and face palmed immediately, ‘I did not… god what would I do without you, Seungri?’

‘I am just the amazing sense behind your amazing work,’ The younger chuckled, closing the laptop, ‘You need to sleep, Y/N. We have been at this all day and it clearly isn't helping working late.’

‘I know, but I gotta get it done.’ You whined as Seungri looked over your shoulder

You and Seungri sat in the lounge of your apartment and coding a website. A website that would be for you boyfriend, Kwon Jiyong. The rapper had his own brand, and the website had been giving him some issues which should be fixed but he was so busy. You were a website designer by profession and worked at YG Entertainment, updating and making sure everything ran smoothly on the online world. Now the question is, why is Seungri here? Simple. The younger had the tendency of investing and buying business as if it was the most normal thing in the world, so the younger was familiar with online doing. Plus he was good company through the long days you wished to throw the laptop off the balcony.

‘Jagiya!’ A familiar voice rang as the door opened and closed, ‘I am ho…Seungri?’

Jiyong looked at the scene before him as you shut the laptop, ‘Ji, you home early?’

‘It’s 12.’ Eyes narrowed, ‘What are the two of you doing?’

You looked at Seungri who still was behind you, ‘Ohhh ahh nothing really.’ You stood up and pulled Jiyong by his shirt to place a kiss on his lips, ‘How was work?’

‘Fine.’ His response short.

‘Well I must go,’ Seungri stood up and clapped his hands, ‘I will see you tomorrow Y/N and goodnight hyung.’

‘Again?’ Your lover asked with a raised brow, ‘You have spent like a month with him!’

‘He is my friend, Jiyong.’ You sighed, ‘Can’t friends hang out?’

‘Yeah but not THAT much.’ He pouted, ‘I don’t even get you to myself that much.’

You were about to reply when his stomach growled, ‘There is some leftover black bean noodles in the kitchen, go eat.’

You pecked his lips before grabbing the laptop and going to the bedroom. At that moment, Jiyong stood in the lounge, confused and slightly flustered. Did his girlfriend just blow him off… in their own apartment? Shaking his head, he went and ate the food. It was the first thing he had eaten today, beside stomaching sports drinks just to keep his stomach at bay. Thirty minutes later, he headed to the bedroom to find you already in bed. By the looks of it, he saw that you had showered so he soon followed. Slipping into bed, you felt his warmth pressed against your back as he placed kisses on the side of your face.

‘Not tonight baby,’ You grumbled, ‘Yah that tickles!’

‘Please, I have missed you so much.’ He said softly, turning you over and lingering above.

‘I’m tired… Seungri and I were really busy today.’ You expressed.

‘Busy?’ He asked with a raised brow, ‘Busy doing what?’

‘Oh ahhh he was helping me with updating the YG site,’ You lied through your teeth, ‘Nothing major really.’

‘Yet that has you tired?’

‘Please can we not do this, we are just friends. I love you Kwon Jiyong.’

With that, you pulled him down for a passionate kiss just to remind him of how much you loved him. Sighing, he just pulled you into his arms and held you through he night. As you drifted to sleep, he stayed awake. His mind refused to shut down at the possibilities of what Seungri and you could have been doing. It had been close to a month that you and the younger had been working on the project. The next morning you awoke to an empty bed but with a single rose on your boyfriends pillow. This had become sort of a tradition when he left you in bed in the mornings. Pulling yourself out of bed, you noticed your phone wasn't on the bedside table, but the dresser. Shrugging it off, you went and showered to head to work.

‘Y/N noona!’ A familiar voice echoed through the halls.

‘Hyper much?’ You teased, placing your arm around his shoulder, ‘God, could you shrink already?!’

‘How about you just grow.’ He laughed, carrying you in bridal style as you burst out in laughter yourself before a voice cleared, ‘Ah hyung.’

‘What are you two doing?’ Jiyong stood with his hands crossed over his chest and brow raised.

‘Oh, just teasing him,’ You chuckled, ruffling his hair so he would put you down.

‘Yah! My hair, noona!’ Seungri pouted as he put you down, ‘I will get you back tonight!’

‘Tonight?’ Your boyfriend repeated. The two of you looked at each other, searching for an answer, ‘Well?’

‘Oh well you said you were working late, so we were just going to watch a movie or something,’ You smiled, ‘Plus he is still helping me with the website.’

‘Why can’t Hyunjun help you?!’ The elder threw his hand ups in frustration, ‘He is the IT guy at the end of the day?!’

‘Because he is sorting out the circuiting and sound for the studios.’ You reasoned, ‘Calm down, we just hanging out.’

‘Way to often for my liking!’ With that, he turned on his heels and walked away in a huff of anger.

Just shaking your head, you went to your department as well. This was not the first time that Jiyong had gotten worked up over you and Seungri. It’s not your fault that you got along with him more then anyone else. There was CL, who was like a sister, but since her departure you had to improvise. Seungri was just that dorky best friend that kept you sane half the time. Finishing off from work, you went to go see if your boyfriend had calmed down. Walking down the hall, you didn't realize your shoelace undone and stood on it. At that moment, you braced for impact onto the floor but you landed into someone’s arms.

‘Clumsy much?’ A familiar voice teased.

‘Oh god, thank you.’ You pulled him into a tight hug just as timing was your enemy for the second time today.

The door to his studio slammed and you knew that there was no way on hell you were going to be allowed inside. Sighing, you split ways with Seungri, wrote a note on a piece of paper and slipped it under the door. Arriving home, you got the laptop out and began coding again. A new idea had come to you at work and you wanted to see how it would look. An hour into it, you heard the door open and in walked a smiling maknae.

‘And that grin?’ You asked.

‘I got her number!’ He waved a piece of paper in front of your face.

You grabbed it as your eyes grew larger, ‘No way! Well done brat!’

‘I can’t believe she finally said yes.’

‘Well you did more or less weigh her down.’

‘It’s what I do best.’ He pulled out a bag of food and beer, cracking one open for you and himself, ‘Cheers!’

Upon arrival, you explained to the younger what you had in mind to add to the website. With another clang of the beers, you both began coding. You had a bunch of papers held together with a elastic band. Removing it, you looked through the piece of code you needed. Slightly tipsy, Seungri grabbed the elastic band, planning to shoot you but ended up assaulting your neck instead.

‘Ouch!’ You shouted, hand on the neck, ‘What the hell?’ All that came was a giggle from the younger, ‘Come here you little!’

With that, you launched yourself at him, wrestling on the ground like little five year olds. It wasn't the first time the two of you had done it, but it was the first time that you were both slightly, if not, completely drunk. Seungri’s phone fell out his pocket and a number was dialed. Laughing and groaning, you both fought as the person answered the phone on the other line. Phone to ear, their eyes grew and anger pumping. Without thought, the phone was thrown against the wall and shattered.

‘Okay…okay.’ You huffed, ‘Truce.’

‘You started it!’ Seungri laughed, looking at his watch, ‘It’s late, I should go home. You will be okay?’

‘Fine.’ You extended your hand so he could help you up, ‘Just keep thinking of a new design element to code in, once we have that I think we done.’

‘Will do,’ He hugged you, ‘Sorry about the bruise though.’

‘It’s fine, goodnight.’ You hugged him again before he left.

Cleaning up, you tried to call Jiyong but it went to voicemail. Assuming the phone died, you went to shower and sleep. The bruise on your neck had gone slightly purple, but you just bruised easily. It was a pain really, but you just sucked it up. Two hours passed before the front door opened and a fuming Jiyong stood in it. Storming to the bedroom, he was about to shout when he spotted you sleeping peacefully. Scratching his head, he just let it slide. Stripping down to his boxers, he got into bed and was about to fall asleep when your phone rang. Reaching over, he saw the name and he was back to square one.

‘Its fucking 2am, what do you want?’ He answered, hissing.

‘Hyung?’ Seungri looked at the phone to make sure he called the right number before putting it back at his ear, ‘Why you answering Y/N’s phone?’

‘Because she is my girlfriend and its passed midnight? What is the meaning of this!’ He shouted, causing you to stir.

‘Jiyong?’ You rubbed your eyes, ‘Why you shouting?’

The elder jumped out off bed, putting the lights on, ‘Why the fuck is Seungri phoning this late?’

‘Seungri?’ You questioned, looking to side, ‘Is that my phone?’

‘Of course it is, I broke mine today.’ Jiyong brushed off nonchalantly, ‘Now why the fuck is he phoning?!’

‘It’s for the coding!’ Seungri shouted through the phone, before it was on speaker.

‘Coding?’ Jiyong repeated, looking at you and then the phone, ‘Is this some fucking booty call!?’

‘Ji,’ You stood up, ‘Give me the phone…let me just explain.’

‘Explain what?!’ With that, he hung up so it was the two of you, ‘You know I didn't want it to come to this, but are you cheating on me!?’

‘Cheating? Why would I do that??’

‘Because you spending so much time with Seungri, every waking minutes! If it isn't at work, it is here. Like what is it?! Earlier today I got a phone call from his phone this evening, and noise came out of that call, Y/N.’

‘Noises…’ You tried to think, before your eyes grew large.

‘So you were having sex!’ An accusing finger pointed towards you, ‘How could you?!’

‘We were just wrestling! Nothing more, I swear.’ You admitted, when his eyes narrowed, ‘What?’

‘What is on your neck?’ He took a step closer, pushing your hair to the side, ‘IS THAT A FUCKING HICKEY!?’

‘That’s it!’ You tried to calm him down, ‘We were fighting over this, he stung me with an elastic band.’

‘You really think I am going to believe that shit?!’

‘But it’s true! Do you really think I would cheat on you?’

‘At this rate, yes! You are always tired, working late with him…’

‘Because of this,’ You ran to your laptop bag and opened the computer to the coding, ‘We were doing this for you.’

Jiyong took the laptop into his arms and examined it. He looked at the screen and then at you. At first he had no idea what the hell he was looking at before he noticed the name of his brand mixed within all the weird letters and symbols. You at that moment, bobbed up and down on your feet. You didn't want to fight with him, nor did you want him to think you were cheating. That was the last thing you wanted him to do. Clearing your throat, you broke the silence.

‘We were updating the website,’ You whispered, ‘You said there was some issues and you wanted a fresh new design. Seungri had a few ideas so we decided to do it together, to make it a surprise.’

‘Y/N….’

‘You have been so busy with the album preparation and tours stuff that we knew you didn't have time for this-’

‘Baby…’

‘I know I have been spending a lot of time with Seungri, but he is like my only friend here and he keeps me entertained while you are so busy. I miss CL so much, that Seungri just closes that void as well.’

‘Stop!’ He finally silenced you, before enveloping you in his arms, ‘I’m sorry…’

‘It’s okay,’ You hugged him back, ‘I know you had your suspicions, but trust me next time. Okay?’

‘I will never doubt you ever…’

[kpop-zone]

A Little Longer pt.2 | Jennie

Warnings: mentioning of alcohol and anxiety

Wordcount: 8,479

A/N: Thank you guys for your support on the first part. It really warmed my heart to read all of your kind messages <3 Here’s the much requested second part. Um it’s quite angsty, so everyone with a weak heart (me haha) shouldn’t probably read it...

Part 1 Part 3

“Stop. Let her live in peace.”

Jennie flinched in surprise when Jiyong suddenly stepped into her field of vision, causing her to blink a few times to snap back into reality.

“W-what?”

She asked confused because she had been too engrossed in scanning the faces of the guests to process the words of her friend.

“We both know that you are looking for Y/N.”

He sighed causing Jennie to look to the floor in embarrassment. Either she had been too obvious, or he knew her too well.

“Don’t.”

Jiyong’s voice was firm and almost aggressive, but Jennie didn’t hold it against him. He was your friend too and he was right. She shouldn’t be searching for you; after all, it had been her that had pushed you away in the first place. The temptation, however, of just getting a glimpse of you tonight had been too strong to resist. Thoughts of you had haunted her since the day that Jiyong had given her the invite to the vernissage. He didn’t talk about you often considering his loyalty to both of you, but Jennie knew without a confirmation that you would be here tonight.

Therefore, her eyes had automatically started scanning the crowd for your face the second she had stepped into the building. Jennie was well aware that there was no logical reason for her to seek for you tonight, but so many questions had piled up in her head that she couldn’t stop herself. Did you still look the same? Would you be here with someone else? Would you be looking for her?

She told herself that curiosity was her only motivator for her wandering gaze. But then as the crowd suddenly started to turn against her, Jennie couldn’t deny anymore that it wasn’t only curiosity that made her crave you. A desire to have you by her side suddenly flared up. You had always been her safety net in moments like this and she wished that she could cling to your hand to find new strength. She knew that it was a selfish desire, but something about you had always caused her to lose all control over her feelings. So she had started to look for you. Jiyong, however, had snapped her out of her emotional drunkenness. His scolding felt like a slap in the face and managed to sober her up again.

What was she thinking?

She needed to stay away from you. Even a glance could break her neck. Therefore, she probably owed Jiyong a thank you, but right now she couldn’t stop herself from being embarrassed. He planted himself in front of her, scolding her like a little kid and making her feel two heads smaller under his piercing gaze.

“I’ve still not completely forgiven you for breaking her heart, but who knows... maybe it was for the better. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself to accept your decision. Now you need to stand up for your actions and stop playing games.”

Warningly Jiyong nudged her with his index finger, causing Jennie to nod in agreement. She knew that she couldn’t expect anything but disapproval from him, nevertheless, Jennie’s heart ached because of his harsh words. Like always, people only saw one side of the story and once again, she was the bad guy. The only one that had been able to see her true self were you. But Jennie assumed that she had ruined that picture of her in your head as well, the day that she had broken your heart. Maybe it was time to just embrace her true, monstrous self. All the people in this room hated her anyways, so she might as well be who everyone thinks she was.

With a glance around the crowd, Jennie noticed that people were still staring at her while hissing whispered words under their breaths, causing her to roll her eyes. She needed a break from this public presentation of hers. Therefore, she opted to just agree with Jiyong instead of starting a fight to be able to flee the scene.

“Understood.”

She said sweetly, despite feeling her perfect façade crumbling.

“Well I’m going to get myself a drink if that’s allowed.”

Jiyong rolled his eyes in response to her sarcasm but motioned her to leave.

Jennie flashed him one of her fake smiles before brushing past him with no intention, however, to seek the bar. All the chatter around her felt like someone was squeezing all the air out of her lungs and she needed to escape.

Feeling the burning gazes of the other guests on her, she tried to keep her composure until she reached the dimly lit hallway to the restroom. As soon as the others lost sight of her, she felt tears springing into her eyes and she stumbled blindly the rest of the way, while hiding her face behind her hands. Just before Jennie could reach the restrooms, however, she bumped forcefully into someone else, causing her to almost fall. Her gaze snapped up to apologize, but when she met the eyes of the other person, the little rest of air that had been inflating her lungs till now was forcefully knocked out.

“Y/N?”

She choked out, not having expected to see you from up close today. Everything else stopped moving around her and for a moment, she was only able to see your face, making her study every little detail until Jennie saw a familiar expression flashing over it.

Concern.

It made her remember that tears were burning in her eyes. But she didn’t want you to worry about her. Her business was none of your concern anymore. Therefore, she quickly put a gummy smile on that she had practiced in the mirror a thousand times for moments like this.

“It’s been a while! How are you doing?”

Jennie asked, proud of herself for sounding so cheerful. She almost made herself believe that she was fine.

Almost.

A part of her, however, still hadn’t quite processed the fact that she was standing in front of you again. Her eyes kept scanning every single detail of your face, curious to see whether anything had changed. But with every passing second, it was harder for her to concentrate on your physical appearance as she could see that your demeanor was drastically changing. Your eyes darted from her face, to the empty hallway behind her to the floor. You seemed nervous, almost scared if Jennie were to guess.

Your distraught look took her attention away from your beautiful lips and rosy cheeks; instead she noticed how black circles underneath your eyes were contrasting your unusual pale skin, making her furrow her brow in concern. What was going on? You seemed to be drifting off as you stayed quiet and your eyes stared right through her, leading to an uncomfortable silence in the hallway that was only disturbed by the faint bass of the music in the big hall.

“Y/N?”

Hoping to snap you back into reality, Jennie broke the silence, causing you to clear your throat awkwardly.

“Um... fine. I’m perfectly fine.”

You stuttered as your gaze flickered up to meet her eyes before getting lost in the distance again.

Irritation suddenly started making Jennie feel annoyed. You were lying. She had always been able to see right through you. Why did you think that you were able to fool her now? She needed to know the truth though.

Without hesitation, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around your wrist to grab your attention. As if someone was threatening you with a gun, your gaze snapped up and you looked at her with wide eyes.

“That’s a lie.”

Jennie stated almost coldly, feeling lightly amused by your panicked expression.

“W-what? Don’t be silly.”

Your nervousness was clearly showing now.

Jennie had to fight back the urge to chuckle as you had subconsciously started walking backwards like you were standing in front of a lion. You had always made it so easy for her to throw you off balance.

Some things apparently never changed.

It was wrong to toy with you right now, but it reminded Jennie of old times when she made you flustered in public, just to have you begging for more when you came home later. This game had always been one of her favorites, giving her the kick that she needed sometimes to survive her everyday life.

She would just have a little more fun with you tonight before letting you go. It was just what she needed.

“Really? Then why are you shaking?”

Jennie lowered her voice teasingly while smirking triumphantly when you hid your hands behind your back.

“I’m not.”

You blurted out, causing Jennie to let out a mischievous laugh. You were getting more adorable with every second.

Suddenly, however, you piped up with a relatively firm voice.

“How are you though? I heard about the dating scandal.”

Your taunting tone came unexpected, taking Jennie off guard for a second.

You had never been one to fight dirty. No matter how nasty an argument had been, you would always refuse to stoop to a lower level. Your words were thoughtfully chosen, and you’d rather let her win the argument before hurting her with a mean comment.

This trait of yours, however, seemed to have changed.

Jennie knew that you had seen the people gossiping about her earlier. And she knew that you were aware of her biggest weakness: she had always allowed the public to hurt her more than she should. Apparently, you wanted to use this weakness to your benefit right now and rise above her. But your plan had one error. Opposing to you, she wouldn’t fight fair. No, she knew how to work your triggers.

“What can I say, fame always comes with hate.”

Her words shot right through the walls that were surrounding you, making you gulp thickly in response. She knew that she could make you insecure with memories of the past. Your nostalgia had always been one of your biggest enemies.

“Do you remember how you used to take care of me when I was involved in another scandal?”

With every brick that she managed to break out of the wall that was only shakily protecting you right now, she took a step closer, feasting on your obvious inferiority. Jennie couldn’t even tell what all of this was for. What would she do if you were backed up against the wall and couldn’t flee anymore? The only thing she knew was that the tension between the two of you was unbearable and that she needed some form of relief. She would leave it up to you in which form she would get it. But first, she needed to make your resistance turn to dust. And she knew exactly how to do that.

“I miss those times.”

The lethal words rolled easily over her tongue, eliciting precisely the reaction that she had wanted to see in you.

Your breath hitched in your throat and all of your movements stilled, making it possible for Jennie to press her body against yours.

“Jennie.”

Your voice was only above a whisper, making your effort of pushing her away useless as it sounded more like a plea to continue. And who was she to deny you what you wanted? Therefore, Jennie leaned into you, placing her mouth just inches next to your ear, causing shivers to run down your neck.

“I just don’t want to be alone right now.”

The moment her breathed words reached your ear, all resistance left your body, making your hands fall to your side. Jennie would have never forced you to do something that you didn’t want to do, but your changed demeanor was enough consent for her to roughly shove you inside of the restroom. Impatiently she checked the stalls for other guests before devoting all her attention to you again.

You were standing in the middle of the room like a lost puppy, making the urge to claim you hers almost unbearable. Even if she had tried to seduce you, she was feeling her own skin burn in need of your touch by now. But she needed to contain herself. This joy wouldn’t be hers for long, considering the public accessibility of this place, so she needed to savor every second of it.

Slowly she walked into your direction, feeling your burning gaze on her that made her heart rate pick up and heat spread in her lower body. You were driving her insane. But apparently, she wasn’t the only one that was desperate to finally cut through this tension. You were desperately pressing your legs together while shifting from one foot to the other, causing her to laugh. She loved to see how much you needed her right now. Nevertheless, she couldn’t torture you any longer. It was a question of time till someone would knock on the door and she knew that your willingness to take this further was a fragile matter that could crumble in her hands any second.

Therefore, Jennie pinned you against the sink and pressed her body against yours.

“Impatient, are we?”

She chuckled to savor your embarrassment a little longer, but when you shyly looked to the floor, she quickly forced you to look at her.

You shouldn’t be ashamed because of your desire; not when she wanted this exactly as much as you did. Maybe the circumstances forbade her to tell you how much she longed for your touch, but she would make sure to show you.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. I’ve made you wait too long, haven’t I?”

Without losing any other words, Jennie greedily unbuttoned your pants while watching how your breath hitched in your throat. Both of your waiting needed to come to an end immediately.

“Lucky for you, we don’t have all night. So I won’t make you wait any longer.”

Her words had barely left her mouth before Jennie crashed her lips into yours full of desire. The sensation made her feel dizzy and she needed to choke down a moan. She wanted to explore every single part of your body tonight and she hated the fact that this restroom could only serve for a quickie. If it were up to her, she would love you all night. But it wouldn’t take long till somebody would disturb the two of you, so Jennie worked all the weak spots on your body in lightning speed. Her lips covered every inch of your skin that she could reach with openmouthed kisses while her fingers started massaging your nipples expertly, making your panting grow louder with every second. Just when you finally rewarded her with a low moan, however, someone suddenly pushed down the door handle of the restroom, causing you to push her away. Jennie almost huffed in frustration. Why did you make it so hard for her? She was way too touch starved right now to be bothered by anything.

If she were in her right mind, she would probably see this as a sign from the universe to stop this insanity, but unfortunately, she was way too drunk on you to listen to her better judgement. She needed more of you. Therefore, she quickly pushed you back in place.

“It’s locked, babe. Don’t worry.”

Jennie winked at you before letting her hands wander your body again, but you seemed to be distracted now. You wanted to talk back as she slid her hands down your sides, but she simply shut you up with a kiss.

“They can use the other bathroom. But I promise to make it quick.”

She stated after swallowing your words while already undressing your lower half. You didn’t object, but Jennie still knew that the danger of you bolting last minute and leaving her behind completely unsatisfied was very high. She needed to make it impossible for you to leave. Therefore, she connected your lips again and started sliding her hands to your butt. Without hesitation, you pressed your body harder against hers and grabbed her neck to hold her lips in place.

Choked moans left your mouth, telling Jennie that you were ready for more. You had tried to create your own friction by pressing your legs together, but this was her pleasure. Therefore, Jennie separated your thighs to pump two fingers inside of you without a warning. You were taken off guard and needed to steady yourself on the sink while she started to pleasure you in a steady rhythm. Eventually though, your legs were too weak to support your weight and Jennie pulled you as close as humanly possible to prevent you from falling. As she thrusted deep inside you, you buried your head in her neck, making her heart flutter involuntarily. She knew that you only did it to muffle your moans, but Jennie couldn’t help but savor the feeling of this closeness. Your favorite position to fall asleep had always been closely intertwined with her and after the two of you had broken up, she had found it hard to sleep. Finally, however, she could feel again what she had been missing; even if it was just for a fleeting moment.

Suddenly Jennie tasted salt on her lips. Perplexed, she looked at herself in the mirror and realized that she had started crying. Panicked, she wiped her cheeks on her shoulder to hide her tears from you. You weren’t allowed to see this side of her again. You were supposed to think that this was nothing but a way to release tension.

Jennie cursed herself inwardly for being so emotional. She needed to get back into her zone again; be the coldhearted demon that everyone thought she was. Therefore, she quickly pushed your head back and kissed you roughly in order to clear her thoughts. But no matter how hard she tried, this was so much more to her than just sex. As you threw your head back, Jennie studied your body and was left in awe. You were looking so flawless and your moans resonating in the room made her feel high.

Your walls started clenching around her fingers, indicating that you were close, but Jennie couldn’t find satisfaction in this achievement this time; instead, her heart felt heavy. Once you would come undone, this connection between the two of you would get lost again and she wasn’t ready for it to happen yet. Therefore, she pulled away every time she was about to hit the right spot, making you become impatient. You whined cutely, causing her to giggle.

“Does that feel good?”

Jennie asked cheekily while leaning into you and caressing you with kisses.

“Please...”

You choked out in response while weakly rolling your hips into her hand.

Finally earning her pity, Jennie decided to end your torture even if it meant that it would start hers. She knew that she had to walk away right after this; still desperate for your touch and with a bad conscious killing her. But those were concerns for later. Now she wanted to savor every second of your high.

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

Jennie whispered into your ear before finally thrusting her fingers deeper into you to hit the right spot.

She could feel you losing control as your moans got louder and your movements sloppier until the tension in your body finally released and you slumped into her arms. Jennie helped you to ride out your high as long as possible; to maximize your pleasure, but also to save herself some more time with you. While you leaned against her and caught your breath, she closed her eyes to recollect herself. She was still feeling shaken up. Nevertheless, she needed to find a way to hide her feelings.

You just couldn’t know.

With a last deep breath, Jennie eventually pushed you off her, making her miss your body as soon as your warmth left her. You supported your weight on the sink while your chest was still rising and falling in a rapid pace. But Jennie needed to avert her gaze from you. You were looking so vulnerable right now and she wished that she could hold you in her arms to whisper loving words into your ear. It broke her heart to see you uncomfortably tugging on your clothes. You had never hidden your body before. The two of you had always been so comfortable around each other, but that had changed since you weren’t hers anymore.

Feeling herself getting choked up again, Jennie quickly rushed to the sink to wash her hands. Your gaze followed her, but she tried her best to block it out. There was no use in caving in now. Maybe you couldn’t see it right now, but eventually you would realize that she had done everything for you.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Jennie decided that for once she couldn’t be selfish. You deserved someone better than her, so she needed to finally let you live in peace. For you, she needed to be strong and put her ice mask on. You needed to believe that there was nothing of the old Jennie left in her.

With a gaze as cold as ice, Jennie eventually turned around and saw you still leaning against the sink. Nonchalantly, she took some paper towels and shoved them into your hands.

“Clean up.”

Jennie demanded before strutting to the door. She could see you flinching as if you were about to run after her.

So you were still holding on to her; after all this time.

But you needed to stop. The Jennie that you had known was an illusion. She was a monster; selfish, cold and calculating. You finally needed to let her go. Collecting all her strength, Jennie threw a last glance at you. It was emotionless and empty in hopes that you would finally give up on her if you saw that she was nothing but an empty shell.

For a second, Jennie was caught by your fragile looks again but then she quickly slipped out the door before she would change her mind. As soon as she was standing in the hallway, however, her façade crumbled to dust and she clutched her chest as an overwhelming pain shot through her heart. Maybe you would not waste a single thought on her after tonight, but she would never be able to leave your relationship behind.

The thought of this being the last time that she would see you made Jennie’s stomach turn, causing an unbearable nausea to rise inside of her. Instantly her palms became sweaty and a familiar pressure in her chest cut off her windpipe. Everything was just too much for her in this moment and she knew that it wouldn’t take long for her body to have a breakdown unless she stopped herself from spiraling.

Hoping that some fresh air, could make her mind cool down, Jennie stumbled to the back exit, bolting through it as if her life depended on it. Gladly she ended up standing in an empty side alley where no one would see her even if she broke down. Wanting to prevent that, however, she supported herself on the wall while tumbling over to catch her breath. Although it was dead-silent in the alley, Jennie had the feeling that she was standing in an overcrowded club. Her blood was roaring her in her ears and her head was buzzing, making her feel dizzy. She concentrated on her breathing, but it felt like she was being sucked into an undertow that she couldn’t escape.

Desperate sobs escaped her lips as she couldn’t pull herself out of this downward spiral on her own. In the past, you had always been her emergency exit, but of course she had managed to mess that up like everything in her life. Who was supposed to save her now?

“Jennie?”

A sudden voice and sensation on her shoulder made her rip her head around.

To her dismay, however, she wasn’t met with your face, but Jiyong’s instead. Confusion was written all over it and he insecurely patted her back.

“What are you doing here?”

Jennie choked out as she tried to catch her breath again.

“You triggered the silent alarm, so the security informed me.”

He explained while assessing her miserable state.

Jennie almost rolled her eyes. Jiyong had managed to rip her out of her downward spiral, but she wasn’t glad to see him; she wasn’t in the mood to talk right now. He would never just let her leave without an explanation though.

“What is going on?”

He asked expectedly and Jennie quickly avoided his gaze to make herself be less predictable.

“Nothing...”

She mumbled under her breath, but Jiyong quickly lifted her chin up and made her look at him.

“Sure. You’re having a panic attack in this disgusting alley for nothing...”

He sounded impatient and Jennie closed her eyes in hopes to find herself in her bed once she opened them again. But when she peaked one eye open, she was still standing in front of her best friend who waited for an explanation. Therefore, Jennie sighed in defeat and prepared to recount the incidents of the night.

“It’s Y/N...”

As soon as Jiyong heard your name, he pinched the bridge of his nose frustratedly. It was probably hard to be constantly caught between the frontlines. But Jennie didn’t force him to be friends with her. It was his choice, so he should be able to assess things objectively. Therefore, she continued telling him everything -without going too much into detail of course- causing him to look at her enraged.

“What is wrong with you?”

He yelled and Jennie wished more than ever that it hadn’t been him that found her here.

“What about ‘Let her live in peace’ didn’t you understand?”

It was obvious that he just wanted to make everything right; be a good friend to her and to you. But little did he know that he had just managed to rip the wound open again that Jennie had tried to close painstakingly.

“How could you have seduced her? Just to play your evil games? Do you know how long it took her to live a normal life again?”

Jiyong talked himself into a rage, not realizing how more and more tears started pooling in Jennie’s eyes. Little cracks started to cross her heart, making it hard to hold back all the pain that she had trapped inside. This bubble of misery wanted to burst, pressing against the walls of her heart making its surface chap.

“You left her. You broke her heart. You destroyed her life.”

His words were the final straw, causing Jennie to burst into tears. A gut-wrenching sob escaped her lips as she couldn’t hold in all the pain anymore. Her body started trembling and Jennie crouched down to the floor to hug her own legs in hopes to make herself feel less vulnerable.

“Do you think I wanted to leave her??”

Jennie sobbed, feeling her lungs starting to burn from the lack of oxygen.

Jiyong looked at her perplexed because of her sudden burst of emotions, but Jennie just couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. Realizing that he might have pressed the wrong buttons, Jiyong wrapped his arms around her, making Jennie’s urge to tell the secret that she had kept for so long unbearable.

She was tired of telling the wrong story. For once, she wanted someone to see everything from the perspective of the bad guy.

---

“No, no, no please don’t make me do that.”

Jennie sobbed while tears were blurring her view.

“You had it coming, Jennie. You knew our deal. One more scandal and it’s over.”

Hyunsuk said coldly without any regard to her emotional state.

“But it wasn’t my fault! We just went out for a drink. There were others with us.”

She yelled in desperation, hoping to break through the apathy of the rigorous CEO.

“Do you think anyone cares? The pictures show a different story. Once again, your name is all over the news because of a misconduct of yours. Apparently, you are not able to take care of your reputation, so I will do it for you now.”

He scoffed, causing Jennie’s blood to boil. As her manager, he was supposed to take care of her and her interests. But he couldn’t care less about them. Instead of taking her side and defending her from the false accuses, he was just searching for the easiest solution.

“We can surely ask the bar owner to confirm that we went out as a group. It wasn’t just Minkyu and I.”

She desperately tried to come up with her own solution.

She couldn’t lose you.

“No one would believe that! This is the perfect dating scandal. Everyone is talking about it. The decisions that you make are always questionable. But that is over now. I will make the decisions from now on. So you will break up with Y/N.”

His last sentence caused Jennie’s blood to freeze. She couldn’t believe that he tried to use this scandal to break up her relationship. You had nothing to do with it. But your relationship had been a thorn in his flesh from the beginning, so he wanted to have you out of the picture. And now he had finally found a way to do exactly that.

“I will not break up with Y/N!”

Jennie talked back defiantly, but Hyunsuk only looked at her with an arrogant gaze.

“Fine. But then you’re out of the group.”

His threat came unexpected, causing Jennie to gasp.

“You can’t do that!”

She exclaimed in shock, leading to a mischievous laugh of her boss.

“Of course, I can. Your contract says that you are allowed to date with the approval of the management. Hereby, we revoke that approval.”

A sly grin formed on his lips, making Jenny want to wipe it off his face with her hands. She clenched her fists and looked at Hyunsuk full of hatred. But she knew that there was nothing that she could do. He had the winning hand. No matter which decision Jennie made, she would lose.

It was either you or her career.

---

“I’m a monster, Jiyong. Do you understand? I chose my career over Y/N.”

There hadn’t been a day since the breakup that Jennie didn’t regret her choice. In the moment, she had thought that music could eventually be enough. She loved performing and she had sacrificed so much to become an idol. It had simply not seemed possible for her to give up on all that. But now a year later, she was smarter. She knew that she couldn’t live without you either.

“You’re not a monster, Jennie. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I can’t believe he made you do that.”

Jiyong was absolutely dumbfounded and disbelief was written all over his face.

“He didn’t make me do it. I could have chosen Y/N. But I didn’t, because I’m selfish.”

New tears rolled down Jennie’s cheeks as regret consumed her whole body.

“Don’t say that. Y/N wouldn’t have wanted you to give up your career for her. But...why didn’t you just tell her the real reason?”

Jiyong asked confused and Jennie lowered her head in shame.

“Because deep down I knew that it was the wrong decision. I was so scared that Y/N would ask me to stay; I wouldn’t have been strong enough to walk out if she would have told me to choose her. I needed Y/N to hate me, so that there was no going back for me.”

In hindsight, Jennie regretted nothing more than her cowardice. The truth would have been the least that you deserved. But once again, her own selfish needs had been more important to her.

Jennie buried her face in her hands while Jiyong desperately tried to cheer her up.

“It’s not too late though. You can still tell Y/N the truth.”

Jiyong suggested, but Jennie only scoffed in response.

“What for? Don’t you listen? I’m selfish and everything about me is wrong! Y/N should be with someone better.”

Jennie had given up on the idea of cleaning up her mess a long time ago. In the first weeks after the breakup, she had found herself several times in front of your building, wanting to beg for your forgiveness. But the knowledge that you were probably hating her, had always held her back. And now it was simply too late. There was no use in trying to change the course of time.

“What for?! To finally end both of your suffering!”

Jiyong practically yelled in disbelief, causing Jennie to look at him perplexed.

Both of you? Did that mean that you were you suffering like her? Was that the reason that you looked so pale?

“Y/N is suffering?”

Jennie cursed herself for the hope in her voice. She should feel bad for hearing that your broken heart had apparently not healed till now, but something inside of her was glad that you hadn’t moved on; it was the part that she had tried to destroy throughout the year, because it was still causing her to drive by your apartment from time to time.

“Yes. I know she thinks that no one noticed. But I can see how her smile never quite reaches her eyes and how she’s not brimming over with life anymore.”

Jiyong sighed worriedly, making Jennie realize that the two of you were miserable fellows.

How could it be that both of you were still suffering after all this time? Maybe you just weren’t meant to be happy.

Or maybe you were just supposed to be together.

Jennie immediately banned that thought from her head. She had put this relationship behind. She had made the decision to prioritize her career, so now she should stand up for it. It wouldn’t be fair to poke around the past.

But once that thought had been planted in her head, it was impossible for Jennie to stop it from spreading. Jiyong asked her to come back inside and enjoy the rest of the vernissage, but mentally she was far from being in that old warehouse. You seemed to have vanished into thin air, but that didn’t stop Jennie from thinking about you nonstop. Her mind was a cinema that showed her pictures of you in a loop. The dark circles under your eyes, the way your breath hitched because of her touch, the panic in your face when she left you standing in the restroom. Could it be? Were you still hung up on her?

Jennie martyred her brain with this question. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, but she still couldn’t figure out what to do. All this time, she had thought that it was impossible to go back to before the two of had broken up. She had not only broken your heart. But she had broken it, because she had chosen something else over you. You deserved better. You deserved someone that put you first, no matter what. Therefore, she had decided to never be selfish again; to let you go. But after hearing from Jiyong how hard the breakup still was on you, her mind couldn’t find a peaceful moment. He had planted the thought of a second chance in her heart. Maybe you could learn to forgive her. Maybe you would show her mercy after learning the whole story.

To protect her heart, she had built this wall around it, made of self-hatred and hopelessness. It was supposed to prevent her from caving in and running back to you. But the seed of hope managed to grow despite the hostile environment. Its sprouts broke little cracks into this wall in the course of months until there was nothing left in Jennie any more than confusion and longing.

She needed to know whether there was still a chance.

What if she was being selfish by denying you the opportunity of getting back together? What if the two of you were just meant to be?

---

The urge of telling you the whole story grew and grew until Jennie couldn’t suppress it anymore one night. As so often in the past weeks, she had gone out to drown her sorrows when she eventually found herself in front of your apartment complex. It hadn’t been her intention to end up there, but her feet had carried her automatically. With the liquid courage fueling her, she dragged her feet to your door, just to find out that it wasn’t yours anymore. A tired and annoyed looking woman in her 50s grumpily opened the door, causing Jennie to stumble backwards.

You had moved?

It reminded her that she wasn’t part of your life anymore, making her even more desperate. Hastily Jennie rushed out of the building and dialed your number.

The number you dialed is not in service.

Like it was making fun of her, the robotic voice on the other line repeated this sentence over and over again until Jennie crouched down on the pavement, grasping her hair in frustration.

“Y/N, I need you.”

She mumbled to herself, thinking about other ways to reach you.

Jiyong. Of course.

Jennie was sure that her best friend was still in contact with you. Since her breakdown at the vernissage, they hadn’t talked about you anymore, but she knew that he wouldn’t end your friendship unless he had a solid reason. Therefore, he had to have your address or at least your number.

Determined, Jennie called a driver and ordered them to bring her to Jiyong’s apartment as quickly as possible. Not caring that it was already 5 am, she banged against his door until he opened it with a bewildered look in his face.

“Jennie, what the hell is wrong with you?”

He cursed, but Jennie couldn’t care less.

“Give me Y/N’s number.”

She slurred, causing Jiyong to look at her confused.

“What?”

He asked, the sleep not having left his body completely yet.

“I want her back, Jiyong. You need to give me her number.”

Jennie almost sounded sober all of a sudden, her desire of making everything right this time feeling like a wakeup call.

“I can’t do that, Jennie.”

Jiyong sighed causing her to furrow her brow.

“Why not?”

She couldn’t understand why her friend always seemed to be working against her wellbeing. Slowly she was beginning to wonder on which side he was on.

“Because I’m pretty sure that Y/N doesn’t want me to give you her number. Let her move on.”

Jiyong’s voice was soft, but it couldn’t have fueled Jennie’s rage more. Let you move on? No, she couldn’t let you do that. The two of you were meant to be. It had taken her a while to understand, but her eyes were wide open now. There was no way that she would let you go another time.

“Please, Jiyong. I can fix it; I can fix everything.”

She begged, but her supposed friend shook his head sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, Jennie. But I can’t. I’m her friend too.”

Jennie didn’t know if the universe had fun putting obstacles in her way, but slowly she was losing patience. She was trying to do the right thing here, but no matter what she tried, it always seemed to be wrong. This was a cause worth fighting for though, she wouldn’t let herself be forced to her knees.

“Then host a dinner party. Like old times. Don’t just invite Y/N and me. Invite the old clique. We can have fun again and if the opportunity will pop up, I will be honest with Y/N. If not, I promise that I won’t make a scene, but will let her go.”

Her last words only rolled hesitantly over Jennie’s lips and left a bitter aftertaste. But she meant them.

This would be her final try. If the universe decided to take the thing that was dearest in her life from her, she would accept it and continue living her miserable life in order to give you the one that you deserved.

Jiyong looked at her skeptically, but eventually gave in to her pleading look.

“Fine. But I’ll hold you to your promise.”

He said warningly, but Jennie couldn’t be happier in this moment. She flew into the arms of her friend, who only managed to catch her in the last second, and repeated thankyous over and over again.

“I’m doing this to set you both free.”

Jiyong responded cryptically, causing Jennie to look at him in confusion for a second before anticipation filled her whole body.

She couldn’t even wait to finally see you again.

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Everything went way too slow for Jennie. It took days till Jiyong finally sent out the invites and the set date for the dinner party was almost a month from then. Of course, there hadn’t been another way to plan this, because no one would have had time if the dinner were to happen on an earlier date, but Jennie’s impatience was still growing every day.

When the long-awaited day finally came around, she felt like passing out. Her hands were shaking so much that she was barely able to do her makeup and get ready. But eventually, she found herself standing in front of Jiyong’s door again, more or less presentable and with a bottle of wine in her hands. Soon after she knocked, the door swung open and she was met with the face of her friend.

“Jennie.”

He nodded slightly and Jennie wondered why he was so serious. Not being able to stifle her own joy though, she told herself that his worries had to wait for now. All her attention was focused on you tonight.

Therefore, she only quickly greeted Jiyong before brushing past him to rush to the dining room. Excitedly she scanned the guests some of whom waved at her happily, but Jennie only briefly reciprocated the gesture, her mind still revolving around you.

“She’s not here yet.”

Jennie flinched when Jiyong’s deep voice appeared right behind her.

“But she will come, right?”

Fear suddenly washed over her. What if you didn’t even want to be in one room with her?

“Yes.”

Jiyong simply answered, making a huge weight fall off Jennie’s heart.

Having learned from the best, however, you didn’t seem to be in a rush to join the party. Jennie had always made sure to appear late to everything in order to make a dramatic entrance. And now you seemed to intend to do the same thing. All the guests were already engrossed in a comfortable chatter, but you were still not there, having her on pins and needles. She only listened halfheartedly to the irrelevant words around her and couldn’t stop herself from drifting into distance with her mind.

When would you finally come? You hadn’t changed your mind, had you?

Eventually her waiting came to an end though. The moment the doorbell rang, Jennie almost leaped to her feet and ran to the door; but managed to recollect herself in the last moment. Jiyong threw a scowling gaze at her before beginning to move towards the door. Nervously Jennie began shifting in her chair as her heart slammed violently against her ribcage, making everything around her seem to fly by. But suddenly the world stopped spinning when you appeared in the entrance of the dining room. With a wide smile you looked at Jiyong before turning your gaze to the other guests. Everything turned into a blur the moment your eyes met hers and Jennie felt her heart stop beating.

You were still as breathtaking as ever.

Jennie took in every little detail of you and couldn’t stop a wide grin from forming on her lips. She would never get tired of this view. From one second to the next, however, she was ripped out of her trance. An unfamiliar face suddenly appeared right behind you, accompanied by an arm snaking around your waist. Confused, Jennie watched how you turned your head to face the other woman and to gift her with one of your loving smiles that you had only ever given her.

As if someone had emptied a bucket of ice-cold water over her head, Jennie felt the giddy feeling in her stomach turn into brutal soberness. She had to watch how you interlaced your fingers with the unknown woman and guided her to the table where you were greeted with excited chatter from the other guests.

“Y/N, I hope this is just your sister.”

One of them joked with a disgusting smirk on their face, causing you to fake a laugh.

“Sorry to disappoint, but she is off limits for you. May I introduce you to my girlfriend Subin.”

You smiled proudly as the others all bowed their heads politely.

But Jennie was frozen in place. Your girlfriend? In disbelief, she stared at the two of you as tears involuntarily started to pool in her eyes.

No.

This had to be a nightmare. This couldn’t be reality after all that she had been through. Anxiously Jennie started biting her cheek, but no matter how much pain shot through her body, she didn’t wake up. You kept standing in front of her, fondly looking at a woman that wasn’t her.

Once again everything faded into the background around you. But this time it was due to the lack of oxygen that Jennie was supplied with. A heavy weight that was made of pain, sadness and misery pressed down on her chest, making it impossible to breathe. The longer she looked at the two of you, the more it seemed like her ribcage was breaking underneath the force. Jennie could physically feel her body shattering, but she couldn’t avert her gaze.

It was what she deserved.

An evil, little voice in the back of her head kept repeating this sentence over and over again. Mockingly it sang a song about all the wrongdoings she had committed. Why should you have waited for her? It was exactly like she had always known: you deserved someone better than her. In a moment of weakness and guided by false hope, she had made herself believe that she could be enough for you. But it had been a lie.

Someone as rotten as her couldn’t be enough to provide you with the things that you needed.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as full realization hit her. Jennie’s body started shaking uncontrollably, resulting from her effort to choke back her sobs. She needed to get out of here. But she couldn’t make a scene. She had promised it to Jiyong. Panicked, Jennie looked around in search for an emergency exit. But there was none and slowly the other guests averted their gazes from the two of you, returning their attention to the rest of the table again.

“Jennie?”

Jiyong’s voice momentarily stopped the pressure in her chest to increase and she looked at him imploringly.

“Um...can you help me in the kitchen with something?”

He asked when he noticed Jennie’s tear-stained face, causing her to leap to her feet and run out the room while trying to hide her face as best as possible.

Once Jennie arrived in the kitchen, a sob left her lips and she needed to support herself on the kitchen counter in order to not break down.

“She’s happy, Jennie.”

Jiyong simply said as he joined her in the kitchen, causing her heart to clench.

“Why didn’t you warn me?”

Jennie growled as she turned around with anger and hurt in her eyes.

“Because you needed to see it for yourself. You can let her go now.”

Jiyong’s words sounded so easy to accomplish, but how could she let you go?

How could she do such a thing if she knew that afterwards nothing would be left in her life that was worth fighting for. She had long lost the joy that she had found in music, because it had been the reason for losing you. And her family and friends weren’t much of a comfort either, because none of them looked at her the way that you had. How was she supposed to be good if you didn’t remind her of her true self? How was she supposed to not turn into the cold demon that everyone made her to be? It was so hard not to get lost in all the malicious words that swung at her every day.

What was a lie? What was the truth?

There was no point, however, in trying to find the answer anymore. Truth or lie, she was the bad guy in this story. It had been up to the people to decide and it had just been too easy to assign this role to her. After all, she was the rich, arrogant and sly idol, wasn’t she? It was time to stop fighting her destiny.

A sudden soberness washed over Jennie, causing her tears to cease. If she wasn’t supposed to love, she wouldn’t allow herself to feel anything at all.

“A-are you alright?”

Jiyong stuttered perplexed and Jennie flickered her cold gaze up to meet his eyes.

“Never been better.”

She replied accompanied with a tight smile. Her friend kept looking at her in confusion and worry, making her giggle.

“I’m fine, Jiyong. Go to the other guests. I’ll join you in a minute.”

Her voice was calm and collected, showing no signs of the breakdown that she had had just a second ago. She nodded assuring, causing Jiyong to eventually leave her behind in order to be a good host to the other guests.

As soon as he had left the kitchen, Jennie’s smile faltered and left behind a cold façade. Her gaze wandered along the counters and eventually found what she was looking for.

Alcohol; the perfect catalyst for her sought numbness.

Determined, she walked to the assorted bottles and grabbed a random high-proof one. As she opened it up, Jennie thought back about the past months. The tragedy of everything made her chuckle. Wasn’t it funny how every decision that she had made to make herself happy had only caused the opposite?

At least you had finally found happiness though.

Your big smile when you were in the arms of that woman flashed by her inner eye and Jennie subconsciously grabbed the bottle harder. She would have given everything to be the cause for that smile one last time. But it just wasn’t meant to be. Everything that the two of you could apparently give each other was pain. She might as well make herself forget everything.

With that thought on her mind, Jennie lifted the bottle to her lips with no intent of putting it down until it was empty.

Just like her.

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WHAT I SEE ll SEUNGRI ll PART 6

What  I See : Part 6

BigBang : Seungri

Pairing : Seungri x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance

Words : 1.2 k +

Summary: Seungri only sees the reader as a walking disaster. But the reader sees him as her night in shining armor.

Chapter 6

Rubbing at the back of his neck, Seungri attempted to work out the multitude of kinks giving him pain. "I don't want to be here," he grumbled to the other members surrounding him.  

Daesung laughed. "Well, it's a bit too late to say that. You love concerts. Once you're onstage, you'll feel better."  

He rolled his eyes, "Yeah, cause telling me that will totally change how I feel."

Frowning, he turned his attention to the empty stage. The opening act had finished minutes before, and it was about set for their own entrance.  

"Cheer up, my bro," Seunghyun commented with a pat to Seungri's shoulder.

Jiyong took his place in-front of the others and chimed in, "Life is good, maknae."

Yongbae rolled his eyes dramatically. "Is he still moping about (Y/N)? I'm telling you, when she was on vacation, he had the most adorable little intern."

It was Jiyong's turn to roll his eyes. "You say that about anything that’s shy and looks like it needs help."  

"You say that like it's a flaw."  

Seungri took a deep breath as the music started. Despite the others distracting him, he couldn't help but notice one missing presence.  

You weren't waiting yet in your spot. Your frame wasn't bouncing in the corner, water bottle clutched to your chest.  

She'll be here. She's never missed a concert.  

The cue sounded, and Seungri forced his feet to him out to his place on stage.

The first song passed, and he'd caught himself looking towards your place in the wings more often than he should have.  

You weren't waiting for him. You weren't there clutching his water bottle, slightly moving to the music.

You weren't there.  

He gave you another song to appear. Hoping at the end of it that he'd find you in your spot. It was twenty minutes in when he finally realized it.  

She's not coming.  

You watched from the tv in a waiting room as Seungri gulped and stopped singing. He stared, wide eyed, towards the side of the stage.  

He was deaf to the noise around him. The screams of the crowd, gone. The music, gone. The mic in his ear asking if he was okay, completely mute.  

Where is she?

She isn't coming.

I did it.

I ruined it.

I can't fix us.

He'd never see you in the stage wings again. You wouldn't follow him around anymore.

It was then that he had the epiphany. It was so stupid. So ridiculous that it took him to come to this exact moment, to realize he loved you. The everything he’d done, wasn’t because you annoyed him, but rather because he loved you, and was afraid of you. Of the power you had over him.  

I'm alone.

His breathe caught in his throat, sticking and choking him. The mic gave a shriek of protest as it landed against the ground as his hands clasped over his mouth and nose to prevent the harsh rasps from escaping. His arms drew into his sides, making him appear thinner than he was. Legs giving out, he fell into a desolate kneeling position on the ground. Face towards the floor, his shoulders shook from the encompassing weight of fear, his whole body caving in from his grief.

He could only think your name. He was practically screaming it in his mind.

(Y/N), please.

Where are you?

…

I need you.

...I love you.

Your hands flew to capture the gasp that left you as Seungri fell. "He can't breathe." Your own breaths escalated. "He can't breathe!"  

Your body shook, but you managed to make your way to the door and open it. The manager nearly ran you down in his mission to retrieve Seungri from the stage. "Get him off! Get him off the stage!" he shouted into the ear piece he wore for every concert.  

"What can I do?" you called, running after him, heart hammering in your throat.  

"I don't know! I don't know! What do you do for someone having a panic attack?" He looked like he was about to tear his hair out. "Go back into the waiting room and wait for us! I don't want anyone but me and the boys going into that room! Got it?"

You nodded once before pulling out your phone to tell security to guard the door.

Seungri barely noticed Seunghyun and Taeyang's arms wrapping around him, lifting him from the floor. He was too concentrated on getting his breathing under control.

He barely registered Daesung's voice behind him. "Come on buddy, let's get you backstage."    

The manager came to run beside them, looking Seungri over as he guided them towards the waiting room. "Get him there. (Y/N) is expecting him. Security is guarding the door. No one's going in, except for us."  

Seungri drew in a breath at the sound of your name. "(Y/N)," he coughed. "She's here?"  

He received strange looks from those surrounding him. "She wouldn't miss it..." he whispered.  

Reaching the room, Manager opened the door and shuffled Seungri inside.

All he saw was you.  

He walked into you, catching you off balance and forcing you to wrap your arms around him. He lay his forehead against your shoulder and sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to keep his staggering breaths in.  

Humming to him, you rubbed a hand across his back lightly, hoping it would stifle his shuddering in your arms.

His eyes stung from unshed tears. Shaking his head, he managed to croaked out, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You weren't there. I couldn't stop thinking, what if the concert I kissed you at was the last? What if it was the last one you waited for me at?" He took another shaky breath. "And I didn't appreciate it."

Everyone else in the room was silent, feeling like voyeurs witnessing something that should be private.  

"Out! Out, out out!" Jiyong hissed in a subdued volume. He made a shooing motion with his hands, pushing the manager and the three other members from the room.  

"Are you okay?" you asked once alone.  

"No." Your shoulder muffled the sound of his words. "You weren't there."  

"I was here the whole time. I was watching."  

"But you weren't in the wings! I couldn't see you."  

You pushed him away, just enough to look into his face. "You didn't need me there. The interns are taking over water duty. You would have been fine without me."

His eyes stared into your own, hypnotizing you in a way that prevented you from looking anywhere else. "I need you. I always need you. Haven't you noticed? I’m worthless without you."  

Biting your lip, you tore your gaze from his. "You're fine without me. You always have been. You don't even like me."

"I'm a fucking liar."  

Your mouth opened with a rebuttal, but any words you'd been planning to speak aloud were captured by Seungri's lips against your own.  

Your hands turned to fists and you tried to place them between you two, to put distance. His lips parted from you for a single breath to shake his head at your actions before sealing himself to you again. His arms tightened, pulling you flush against his body, and you melted.  

With you completely pliable in his arms, he pulled away. "I'm a liar because I fell in love with you the day I followed you to the hospital. When you thought I was that damn dog of yours, I fell."

Tears prickled at your eyes. You refused to meet his, hoping he wouldn't notice the wetness. "You hated me."  

Pressing his forehead to your own, he slightly moved it side to side. "I hated myself. I couldn't be with you, because I knew I'd disappoint you." He took a shaky breath, obviously still feeling the effects of his panic attack. "I couldn't watch your faith in me die."  

You sighed and burrowed closer to him. "Seungri, I don't know what I'm supposed to say."  

"Say you'll be mine."  

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Change (ft.G Dragon and Yoo Yeon-Seok)

Part 15

While you desperately wait for Yeon-Seok, things suddenly become more serious.

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Your mind went blank the moment you felt Jiyong’s chapped lips touch yours. You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe his nerve. How dare he do that after everything that happened? It brought back so many old memories, hopes and wishes, now all of which made you sick. It took you back to what happened that night, and you couldn’t stop yourself from picturing how he kissed her that night, after wanting to cause you pain. Although you were frozen, the overwhelming urge to throw up made you push him off, and you ran to the nearest bathroom, stumbling and puking your guts out in the end.

The moment Jiyong realised you weren’t just a dream, he knew he had fucked up, but he couldn’t bring himself to move, because he also was frozen from the shock of figuring out that it was actually you in front of him. As he saw you push him away and run to the bathroom to puke, he was overcome with hatred for himself, only just then realising how many bad memories it would have brought back for you. He was worried about you, because he saw you fall on your way there, and the way things were sounding, you weren’t doing too well. Wincing as he got up, realising that it was unfamiliar as he was never sober enough to feel pain, and this was the first time in a while that he was sober, he hobbled over to the bathroom. As he watched you on your knees, face pale, and obviously in pain, he wanted to move forward, hold your hair back and comfort you, but this time, he had the sense to realise his touch would only make you feel worse. He silently made his way to the kitchen, got you a glass of water, and left it near you. He then moved back, watching you from a distance, ready to help at the slightest indication.

You slowly helped yourself up, wiping your mouth, and standing up on shaky feet. You brushed your teeth and gulped down the water, slowly pulling yourself together. Seeing Jiyong had pretty much torn you up to shreds. You made your way out into the living room. You sat down and stared straight ahead, deep in thought. Jiyong watched you nervously, knowing that things weren’t going to go well. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed you, but he had no idea you were real. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice. Stone cold, you said, 

“Jiyong. Sit.” 

And you pointed at the chair next to you. He sat down. You paused, struggling to stay calm. With icy fury evident in your voice, you said,

 “How dare you Jiyong? How dare you kiss me? After everything that happened, I was kind enough to bring you here because I didn’t want you to ruin your career, and then you kiss me?” 

You turned towards him and fixed him with your gaze, feeling him wince at the daggers you were shooting out of your eyes. 

“Do you have an explanation for this Jiyong?” 

Scared, and hating himself for having upset you, but still feeling some little happiness deep down that he found you and you cared about him enough to not leave him there, he gulped. 

“Y/N, I … I didn’t know whether you were real. I know this sounds like a terrible excuse, but after you left, I’ve been having a rough time. I haven’t been able to differentiate between what’s real and what’s not. And I’ve been seeing you so often in my hallucinations, that when I woke up, I thought I was seeing another hallucination. But Y/N, please. Please let me apologise for what I did. I’m so sor-” 

You cut him off by laughing. A piercing, painful laugh. 

“Don’t say another word Jiyong. I don’t want your apologies. I want you to get the fuck out of my life.” 

You smiled at him; a mocking, sardonic smile. 

“Is all that talk about you having a ‘rough time’ supposed to make me feel sorry for you? Because that’s not working. I couldn’t care less about what you do with your life. If you choose to fuck up by turning to alcohol and drugs, that’s not my problem. Out of courtesy, I helped you once. I won’t do it again. I will just leave you there if I see you collapsing again. You know why Jiyong?” 

You paused, disgust and anger evident in your eyes.

 “Because I refuse to let you enter my life again and fuck things up all over again. I’m happy now. I’m dating Yeon-Seok, I have a new job and a new life. I don’t want you coming back in and jeopardising any of this.” 

Looking him up and down, you continued. 

“You seem well enough to take a cab back to your place. If so, please leave.”

 And you got up, and walked into your bedroom, barely managing to shut the door behind you before breaking out into a sob.

As you slid down the door, curling into fetal position, it was your turn to feel scared. You were also terrified of Jiyong coming back into your life. Even if it was only this once, it would ruin all the progress you made. You didn’t want to go back to how you were a year ago. You had made so much progress. You moved on. You had a new job. You had new friends. You had finally found a relationship that made you happy. That was what you were most scared of. Yeon-Seok had also had a tough time. It must have been horrible for him, your boyfriend, to have to hold you and comfort you while you were crying over another man. You knew he had gone above and beyond for you. He had put himself through so much for you. You knew he didn’t have the strength to do all of that again. You were scared that you would lose him.

Jiyong felt awful. Once again, he really hated himself, and wished there was someone to hurt him for what he did. He knew he had hurt you incredibly, but he couldn’t fathom the actuality of the damage. He knew he was wrong to come back into your life, but he had to try again. You were the best thing that happened to him, and even though he was the sole reason you left in the first place, he valued you too much to let that happen again. He knew he shouldn’t jeopardise your relationship with Yeon-Seok, and neither would he actively go out of his way to do so, but he definitely wouldn’t let you go again. He would respect your wishes. He would give you your space. But the fact that you brought him back home left him with a glimmer of hope. Maybe, maybe after a long time, she may forgive me. He left when you asked him to, but he paused to memorise the address. He wouldn’t bother you in person, because he knew you would hate that, but every now and then, he could maybe leave you a letter or flowers.

 Yeon-Seok walked out of the door that day after seeing his worst fear come true. This was something he was always scared of. He knew that you’d want him around. He knew that you’d need the support after seeing Jiyong, but he was certain that you’d go back to Jiyong, since you still cared enough about him to not leave him there. And after he saw you kiss him, he had lost all hope. He couldn’t bear to watch the person who meant the most to him hurt him and hurt herself in the end. He knew he shouldn’t give up that easily, but he couldn’t watch you leave him. He didn’t have the strength in him. He knew he’d have to end things, but if he saw you at that moment, he knew he’d just give in and stay by your side, no matter how much it hurt him. And he couldn’t do that to himself again. That night, after he was thoroughly drunk, he made up his mind. He’d break up with you in a week.

  The next week was rough for you. You waited up for Yeon-Seok every night, desperately hoping against hope that he’d come home that night, although, deep down, you knew he wouldn’t, because he needed space. You called and texted him, but there was no reply to any of them, and you tried to be understanding, you really did, but it was getting tough for you. You knew he needed space, so you tried to give him space, but you needed someone around, because you weren’t feeling well. For the first day or two, you thought it was just the emotional strain from seeing Jiyong again that was making you feel nauseous and fatigued, but when it stayed after that, you got a little worried. You were throwing up a lot and you felt exhausted all the time. You needed someone to help you around the house, but you couldn’t get a hold of Yeon-Seok. After you threw up for the fifth morning in a row, a small, niggling doubt found its place at the back of your mind. The next day, however, it was a full-blown panic in your mind. All the signs were there. You were throwing up. You were exhausted. You were having mood swings. And you missed your last period. By now, you were terrified. You didn’t have any pregnancy tests in the house, and you didn’t want to go and buy them. You needed Yeon-Seok. You loved children, but you were scared. Were you ready for this? Did you want to keep the baby? Would the two of you make good parents? How will Yeon-Seok react? You tried calling Yeon-Seok, but he didn’t pick up. Hands shaking, you picked up the phone again, and called Mino.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” 

He realised something was wrong by the way you were trying to steady your breathing. 

“Y/N, where are you? Where is Yeon-Seok hyung?” 

Your voice shaky, you replied, 

“Mino, hyung isn’t here, but I really need your help. Can you come over?” 

He was grabbing his car keys and getting ready to leave, reassuring you that he’d be there in minutes when you interrupted him.

 “Mino… stop by the pharmacy and pick up a couple of pregnancy tests on your way here.” 

Mino thought his heart stopped beating for a second there. He paused, and said, 

“Sure thing Y/N.” 

desperately trying to keep his voice calm for you.

 As you and Mino sat in silence, waiting for the test to show a result, you couldn’t help but long for Yeon-Seok to be there with you. He was the one you wanted by your side, especially in moments like these. As you were getting lost in your thoughts about Yeon-Seok, Mino too, was thinking about Yeon-Seok and wondering why he wasn’t there. He knew the two of you, and he knew that even if it was mid-fight, Yeon-Seok would’ve been there for you. He would never have left you alone for something like this. As you stared down at the test in your hand, you saw the second coloured line appear and you dropped it. Mino jumped. 

“Y/N… what does that mean?”

 With your face pale, you turned around and said, 

“It means I’m pregnant, Mino.” 

As you bent down to pick up the test, your phone buzzed. Blankly, you picked it up, expecting it to be a telemarketing service, but your face lit up when you saw it was Yeon-Seok. He had texted you asking him to meet you at a restaurant the next day. You showed Mino, and both of you heaved a sigh of relief, but somehow, you still felt uneasy about it.

You spent the entirety of the next day worrying about how to tell him. That day was also particularly rough on you, because you couldn’t keep any food or liquid down. All of it made you feel sick. You had an ominous feeling about the date, but you told yourself to ignore it. You prepared all day to reassure Yeon-Seok that things weren’t going to turn out that way and that you wouldn’t leave him.  As the time to meet him drew closer, you grew more and more nervous, so you tried to distract yourself by getting ready, but that just made you feel worse. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t suspected pregnancy earlier, because your face was bloated and splotchy, your back was aching and you were experiencing many more such symptoms.  Exasperated with how disgusting you thought you looked, you just put on the first thing you grabbed out of your closet and left, wanting to be early.

When Yeon-Seok reached the restaurant, he was mentally prepared to end things, but when he saw you sitting there, waiting for him, looking pale and exhausted, his heart wavered a little. Shaking his head, he sat down in front of you, forcing out a shaky smile. 

“Hey Y/N.” 

You jumped a little and smiled at him, anxiously searching his face for any clue as to what he was feeling. You took a deep breath, and you reached out to hold his hand, but he pulled his hand back. You looked up at him, shocked. Looking straight into your eyes, he started off in a shaky voice.

 “Y/N, I need to tell you something.” 

You tried to interrupt. 

“Oppa, I know, but can I please,”

 He cut you off. 

“Y/N, just this once, I won’t be hearing you out. I’m sorry.”

 You tried interrupting again, because by now, you could feel the desperation rising within you. 

“Oppa, please, just hear me out. I’m- “

He cut you off again, by snapping at you. 

“Can’t you see this is hard enough for me as it is Y/N?!” 

You jumped at his raised voice.

 “Y/N, I want to end things. I can’t watch you fall for him and pick him over me. I love you, and I think I always will, but just this once, I’m going to be selfish and ask you to let me go. I need some space from you. I’m going abroad for a while. I don’t know for how long. When I feel better, I’ll come back, and then, maybe, I’ll be able to come back into your life. Maybe by then I’ll have the strength to see you with someone else. I don’t want to walk out of your life forever. I just need time. You can stay in my apartment while I’m away and look for another apartment, so by the time I get back, things will be sorted out. I’m also going to block you. Please don’t get me wrong. I don’t hate you. But I can’t allow myself to give in after seeing a message from you or hearing your voice.”

 His voice broke as he said,

 “I wish you the best for your future. We’re done.” 

And he got up and left. And as you sat there alone, numb from what just happened, with a sole tear running down your face, the only thought you could process was how this was all Jiyong’s fault.

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Her.

Jiyong scenario. His pov.

(I apologize in advance for the grammar)

It was now almost two in the morning and I was laying in bed, looking at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world and wondering when in time my mind becomes so full of her to the point I could barely think about anything else. I lost myself thinking about all the times she rolled her eyes when I said I like her, how many times she pulled me out of her bed and house saying I was being too much, how she always tries to hide a smile when I say she looks beautiful, how she gets herself lost on me. All the screams, the kisses, the touches, the unsaid words, everything. And the more I thought about her, the more I found myself falling, loving her a little bit more than the day before and knowing tomorrow I would love her even more than today. It has been a week since I last saw her, the last time was before going to Japan to hold a concert, and now that I was back the thing I wanted the most was for sure see her, even if it was for five seconds, too bad she wasn’t on the same page. I’m not sure if the excuse she gave was legit or not but I wanted to believe it was, most of all because I knew her, she wouldn’t lie to me, if she didn’t want to be with me she would say it to my face. But fuck, I missed her so much, only five days yet I was in need of her like a man of water when walking in the desert. Pathetic. 

I swear I tried to fall asleep, rolling in bed and telling myself it was the best thing to do, I had a meeting in the morning after all, but there was no use, I was back at thinking about her in a matter of a second. I tried to tire myself by scrolling through Instagram, checking weibo, playing a game on my phone, but nothing resulted so I said fuck it and got up, there was no use in being in bed. I walked along the corridor, being welcomed by Ai as soon as I reached the living room, and only stopped when reaching the window, opening it up so I had access to the balcony. The weather was kind of chilly, it was October after all, but it was nice enough for me to stand outside and smoke my beloved cigarette, hopefully, it would put me in a relaxing mood. It didn’t. The time I spend sitting on one of the chairs only served to think some more about her to the point I started to get mad at myself for being in such a state, I took the phone out of the pocket of the shorts and opened the conversation with her, checking the last texts and smiling alone when reading hers, “Say goodnight to Ai and that I miss him already. You sleep well.”. I took one more drag on the cigarette, holding it between my lips while typing “I can’t sleep.” and send it to her, half knowing she was probably sleeping, half hoping she would reply, and indeed the second happened minutes later, a “Count sheeps.” showing up and making me laugh like a maniac, Ai surely looked at me like I was one. I answered with “No. I want to see you.”, I didn’t want to waste any time, I wanted her to know, she always asked me what I was thinking anyway so this time she had it fair and square. But I was the one who got caught off guard by her reply, “Then come.”, and of course after maybe a minute looking at the screen of the phone like a weirdo I got up, called Ai inside, closed the window and grabbed the car keys and wallet, putting on some shoes I didn’t care to register, it was the first ones I found and got inside the car. There was no way in hell she could back off now, I wouldn’t let her. I wanted to at least kiss her once and maybe have the chance to touch her for a little bit. I wanted that. I wanted it so much I could feel it on the tip of my tongue. Thankfully the traffic at night wasn’t as awful as during the day so it took more or less half an hour to get to the other side of the city, and then took me more ten minutes to find a fucking place to park the car, and when I finally found it I still had to walk for a while to get to her apartment. There wasn’t a living soul on the street and now I was feeling a bit cold, maybe wearing only a black sleeveless shirt and shorts at two in the morning wasn’t the best idea ever but now it was too late. I climbed the stairs to her apartment, shaking my head at how the front door is always open, and I know it was a safe country and city but still, better safe than sorry, and when at the third floor I texted her saying I was at the door, she took a few seconds to open it. “Hi.”, my voice came out a little bit funny and I wanted to blame the fact I had to climb so many stairs and not the fact my heart was beating faster than usual, “Hi Ji. Now that you saw me you can go and sleep.”, and if it wasn’t for the playful smile on her face I would have thought she was being serious. I used my feet to prevent her to close the door completely and then whined just because I could, taking a step forward to be closer to her, “I want to kiss you too. It’s been a week.”, I saw her checking me from head to toe, getting lost for a while on my lips before locking gaze with me, “Aren’t you asking for too much?”, her voice was sweet and gentle just like I remember and that alone gave me enough courage to put my arm around her waist and pull her against my chest, the other hand tugging a strand of hair behind her ear, the movement causing our mouths to be dangerously close, I could feel her breath getting mixed with mine and that was never good for my sanity, I could feel it slip between my fingers. “No.”, I brushed the tip of our noses and smiled when feeling a shiver run down her spine, my hand on her lower back pressing her body to mine, “What if I say refuse?”, I frowned, of course I haven’t even thought about it, and knowing her it was an option indeed but to be honest the way her breath was getting caught in her throat due to my fingers caressing her back and the way her hand came to touch the side of my neck told me she was more inclined to say yes than anything else. So I decided it was the perfect time to test her, approaching our mouths even more, until I could feel my lips touching hers briefly, god, I have missed these moments, and then whispered directly into it, “I don’t think you will.”, feeling her hand move to the back of my neck and pulling the hair made me almost moan on the spot. Fuck. The things she was able to provoke on me with such a simple gesture. I feel like a puppet. “Cocky much?”, I’m not sure if she was aware her words were not matching her reactions and actions at all, everything she was trying to hide with her words, she was giving away with her touch and shivers, she was giving me all I wanted right there, so much I didn’t even answer her question, I simply nodded and finally pressed my lips to hers. At first, it was just that, lips on lips, a mere peck like it was too dangerous to have everything at once, like I had to savor her slowly or else I wouldn’t be able to handle it, god she smelled and tasted so good. And then it turned into a deeper kiss, her hands cupping my neck to keep me in place as if I was going anywhere when she was kissing me like that, not even in a million years. I have been waiting for this kiss for so long that I wanted it to last for days, weeks, months. I wanted to feel her tongue caressing mine, I wanted to feel her skin under my fingertips when my hand slipped under her pajama top, I wanted more of her on her tiptoes to kiss me better, I wanted more of the noises coming out of both of our mouths, I wanted more of my heart beating on my chest like it was the last time, I wanted more of my brain going empty because she was the only thing that matter in that moment, I wanted more of everything she wanted to give me. And when we both had no air in our lungs anymore I rested my forehead against hers, painting in an embarrassing way but not caring at all, and in that moment I was so sure of how I felt that I said the words without realizing, “I love you.”, but before she could say anything I was kissing her again and damn I kissed her until our lips were red. And I wanted to kiss her so much more. I wanted to kiss her until she couldn’t remember her name. I wanted to kiss her until she couldn’t feel anything else but me. I wanted to kiss her for the rest of my life.

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[syphineas-blog]

Songbird 18, 10

NOT ACCEPTING ANYMOREAU: jiyong and xerxes never diverged away from their initial lifeplaying: perfectionist complex — yamikuro ft. megurine luka             Even if people sneer at me, even if I get hurt             I will simply laugh them off            “Unless I’m perfect, I cannot love myself”

i.posed stature, looking forward, elegant strides—perfect in form, just as his parents wanted him to be. he headed to the room that had bodyguards in front of it, who were scrutinizing him—trying to find a single sign of him that would make him an enemy. he’s not phased, he stood straight and curtly nodded at them both before he knocked the doors and waited for the ‘you may enter’ on the other side.

inside, he found the princess of the mansion. she was just as poised as he, but her status ranked higher, especially where he stood now. and he bowed to her, greeting her with the manners that was hammered into him by the family he loathed “good evening ms. jiyong, i am doctor jang hyunseung.”

more pleasantries was exchanged, short and the perfect amount. so dull, but he noticed how sharp her eyes were in contrast—taking in any information better than the guards. he found himself respecting her a little bit more at that, even if he was well aware of her skills already.

what a pity, though, because that unidentified disease of her’s was truly a hassle that might lead to the loss of someone with great potential.

ii.he frequently entered her bedroom to check up on her, solve whatever mystery that disease was. he was to prioritize her due to what she was, and he did. he would search anything for the sake of being able to heal the woman to heighten his reputation. to be more of the perfect doctor that his parents forged him to be.

the lady has much too keen eyes, and even if she’s lived a regal life—she’s not so spoiled. and that’s what made her dangerous. but he was not that scared, no, he could not be. and she’s aware of that too. he did not like dwelling into it, though. 

so he continued to ask the required questions, tried to cure her illness, and there’s more motivation put into this than with any other patient he had. it’s because he wanted to be perfect, he thought to himself. nothing else.

for anything else would have shown him how imperfect he was.

iii.it’s another night in persephone and this time he’s in his own room. the silence slowly choked him, thoughts of despair gnawed at him, and this isolation of his could almost give him hypothermia. and when he tried to latch onto something good in his mind, it would bring him to moments that he did not wish to remember.

because they weren’t ideal or flawless, they were everything his family was against. 

but they were also the times he found himself smiling so genuinely. and he could recall how they first approached each other. when his face was streaked down with tears and she watched from the shadows, when she became aware of the mold he was trying so hard to fit in, when during their childhood they would smile because they had a bond.

it was also not the perfection his parents wanted him to be. and she may not be some pauper, but forging connections as such made him ‘weak’ in their eyes. and the only way they accepted their bond is if it was purely business. although, he felt they feared more of how unbearably powerful her family was and what they could do to take him away from the ideal son they had obsessed over so much.

in all honesty, he no longer knew how their mind worked. even so, he’s scared to defy—a fear which had been implanted into him since a young age. so, he tried to distance himself from her. yet, the past was still something which happened between them. which was why he could see her eyes still softening ( even if it’s so slight ) around him, the pleasantries which he tried to fool himself was clipped had included more than just the right amount, and that he wanted to heal her because he did care for her so, so greatly.

she’s not an opportunity to him, she’s someone precious.

if only he was allowed to have such an imperfect thing such as the heart.

iv.she looked much too sickly, but the determination is still there. her will was so powerful, that he found himself rather envious but he’s much too tired to care about those emotions for now.

“hyunseung,” she suddenly began, causing him to pause from preparing the beginning of the examination “it’s okay.”

he didn’t know wha she meant by that, because it could be that she’s telling him to stop these medical examinations, or it could be another meaning he’s aware of. either way, his sight is getting blurrier and he refused to let tears spill.

“it’s okay.” she repeated, locking gazes with him but looking much more gentle. and he would like to think that there’s just a new weather phenomenon wherein the rain was present indoors. but it’s not, and he’s just feeling so gorram much. the imperfection tore away his mold and he wanted to hate her because it’s so painful.

he couldn’t. and they both knew that. so he cried, as she reached a hand out to hold his. and there’s no need to say anything anymore. all that mattered was that right then, and there, they’re flawed and weaker than they wished to be. 

it’s okay, though.

“it’s okay.”

v.the death’s inevitable, and he would watch the two monsters for his parents sneer at him in disdain. their words went in from one ear and out to the other for he was tired of it all. and he knew that this no longer was where he had to be.

no, it most definitely was not. in fact, he’ll just run away today. he’ll go far and away—of his own volition and without the care to be perfect.

because it’s okay, and that’s what she had imparted to him—her last bits of will as the dragon breathed the fire of life and melted his chains to free him.

AU: the au above but with a more devastated xerxesplaying: utopiosphere — mili             The world undergoes Photosynthesia             Transform endless anger to Ecstasia             Connect your nerves            To the system of Philosophiofantasia

dazed eyes looked up at the empty ceiling, world spinning around much too quickly, the drumming of his heartbeat sounded much too mocking, and there’s so much chaos—

“it’s okay.” he heard her whispers, and her voice sounded so melodious and his eyes would spot her behind him—so strong, so determined, so healthy. and he indulged in the sight, hands reaching out to her hands so he could feel warmth that’ll cure the disorientation that was his mind—

his hands goes through, almost like swatting away an image rather than holding onto it. his throat constricted, toppling back as he became stunned by the sight, and again his surroundings became mayhem and he’s shutting his ears and closing his eyes to ward it all away. once he did, though, her voice became louder and the vision of her is much too mighty like the her that was alive.

he wanted it. he wanted this fantasy wherein they were imperfect souls that had much less to worry about and friends even when wrinkles donned their skins. it’s comforting, this utopia created by his mind. and he just wanted to let it rewind, constantly repeat it, drown in the lies that felt so good. 

it’s wrecking him, and the misery returns at the end ( or was it the beginning? he could not tell anymore ) of the cycle. but he does not know what to do, he does not know how to rid off these thoughts that viciously deteriorates his brain as if it was acid. sleeping would bring back the delusions that he knew were so fake, and reality would eat him up alive with it’s painful attacks.

but even in the pandemonium that was himself, he found himself with the idea of bringing fantasy into reality, to converge it together and release the shards of darkness in him by plucking it out and putting it into another medium. he replaced it with words, thoughts flowing out and changing into inked letters as it overflowed like water breaking through a dam. 

he did not know when he stopped, the paper may be filled to the brim, tables marked with black, and  his hand’s still writing even as the ink ran out and he scratched the words on whatever he could. he’s not making sense anymore—but he breathes more easily, eyes less clouded, and the silence much less violent.

he stared down at the mess, and he could only be glad that he was back in his own space than in a hotel room for the payment would be too much. he’s now at ease, that’s all that mattered.

he would have said that ‘it’s okay’  but he worried he’d fall into the abyss again. at least—not until he managed to release all these emotions.