how fat your pussy is in your panties now you end up double stuffed on the couch
perchance ( in my Shakespearean era ) we get an more established intro ( jj introducting john b etc. ) and execution of this hehe๐ฆฆ - i need his tongue in my ass or i die thats what my doctor said honest
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when jj said his friend was coming over you were excited, you didn't know any of jj's friends outside of those at the complex, and from what he's been telling you, this was his closest friend in the world, the only one he'd ever let stay in his house except for you.
john b was nice, very nice in fact. he reminded you of an old teddy bear, weathered and worn but still comforting. there was this overwhelming softness to him--a softness in his belly, arms and legs thick and sturdy, he had soft brown eyes and an even softer smile that you could't help but giggle when he gave you a little, "thank you sweetheart." when you have him and jj beers before retreating back in the house to finish your book.
it was getting late, but they stayed outside for what felt like forever, their deep voices rumbling with laughter as they caught up after what you now when was a year. by the time they came in you were half asleep on the couch when jj softly tapped your cheeks.
"alright, time to get up sweet pea, john b's takin the couch." he sits you up, already slitting his arms under your armpits as you grumble, "yeah, yeah i know."
"i'm up! i wanna talk too." you were being petulant and you knew it, but you did wanna talk. you wanted to be included for once, not sent to bed like a child.
"it's okay dude, she can stay." john b sits nexts to where you were with a kind smile and jj unceremoniously drops you back on the couch with a bounce, and you turn to the brunette.
"you see how he treats me? he's so fuckin mean." the look on your face makes him laugh, and jj flicks the back of your head.
"alright smartass, watch your mouth."
you turn to him, now leaning closer to john b, subtly aware of the arm resting on the back of the couch, "or what?"
the two of you are locked in an icy gaze, both seeing who'll crack first when john b clears his throat.
"let's not ruin the night huh? i wanna know more about this lovely young lady." the arm not resting above you loops around to bring you close to his chest, tucking you into his warmth.
jj stares at you, nose scrunching before he takes a sip of his beer and speaks, "she's a fuckin pain in my ass. aren't you sweet pea."
"mhm. but he likes it don't let him convince you otherwise." your squirming has caused your dress to rise up, you notice his eyes flicker to the man behind you, but john b doesn't let you move to turn around.
"mmm, yeah i like it. i like you a lot," a laugh bubbles in his chest, like his own joke is gonna be so funny he can't take it, "got the fattest pussy i ever seen too."
your smile flatters, and you feel the broad chest pressed against you rumble with laughter too, "s'that so?"
jj's nose scrunches again, jaw ticking as he answers his friend, "absolutely. c'mere sweet pea."
it was like you had no control of you limbs as you got up, crawling towards jj the second john b let you go, he stood you tall on your knees, facing his friend as he lifted the front of your dress- exposing your plump lips straining against the quickly dampening fabric of your cherry printed panties.
the brunette let out a rush of air, shaking his head slightly in amusement, "you weren't lyin."
a strong hand grips the front of your panties and jj hikes them higher between your lips and you whimper.
"the fuck would i lie about this for." finally he turns towards you, including you in the conversation like you'd been asking for. "gonna let my best friend here have a taste?"
frantically you nod, body trembling in need, "y-yes papa."
that's all it takes for you to end up in his lap with two pairs of strong hands keeping you in place--jj's keeping your pussy and ass open for john b's mouth, and the latter's holding your soft waist to stop your squirming.
you were dripping like a fountain as john b licked you from clit to asshole with expertise, tonguing your cunt in a dirty kiss to get as much of your cream as possible before reaching down to work open your puckered hole.
"you taste fuckin amazin sweetheart, he ever tell you that?"
your whimpered reply is drowned out by jj's incredulous one, "of course i tell her that, stop bein a fuckin dickhead."
the two start bickering even as you feel john b's thumb start to breech your hole, "wait! what are you doing?"
jj tips your head back to look you, his tattooed hand gently stroking the side of your neck, "you don't wanna feel the both of us sweet pea?"
"mmm...i do..." he rewards you with a kiss, capturing your strangled moan in his mouth as you start to cum in john b's
"then be a good girl and let him stretch you out."
it was a lit, it was almost too much. the three of you had shifted--jj laying on his back, filling your cunt as you laid on two of him, ass cheeks spread as you felt john b ease his thick mushroomed tip inside of you.
you thought you would burst, you were babbling please to stop, to give you more, to let you cum so that pressure building would finally burst.
"you're doin good sweetheart, i see why jj loves you so much, you're real good at takin cock." john b grunts as he finally settles flush against your ass and you squeal. they both take a second to let you adjust, your hearts beating so hard you can't even hear how they're praising you.
told you she could take it.
you're a real good girl, makes me wish you were mine.
takin real good care of us sweet pea.
they start moving in time, and the moan you let out is so loud you could bring the walls down. but they'd be lying if they said it wasn't just as intense for them. they could feel each other through the thin layer of separation, from the drag of jjs foreskin to the veins lining john b's shaft. it doesn't take long for them to find a rhythm, moving in synch in what seems like a well practiced dance as they completely ruin you.
"look at what you did to my girl, poor thing's gonna sleep for a week." jj mocked you as you laid there, drooling and grunting at the feel of them. your clit was smushed against your boyfriend's pubic bone, overstimulating you to the point all you could do was hold on and beg.
"please don't stop, 's so good, so-oh what the fuck i'm gonna come."
your impending orgasm invigorated them, both digging their feet in to fuck you within an inch of your life. your heart felt like it was about to burst, you turned your face into jj's chest and sobbed, pussy clenching erratically as you drenched the both of them in your cum.
the tightness of your ass sends john b over first, gripping onto jj's shoulder beneath him as he filled your ass, triggering the blonde who came with a loud groan.
soon john b collapsed on top of you, trapping you between their sweaty bulky bodies, "please move, i-i can't breathe."
"oh shit i'm so sorry." gingerly he gets off you, slowly pulling out allowing jj to do the same.
you're a disgusting mess--covered in sweat and cum as you lie panting.
"jj you're a very lucky man."
the man in question just barks out a laugh that makes you grumble, "yeah i think the same thing everyday." he wraps your legs around his waist the best he can and carries your limp body to the bathroom, "just let me get her cleaned up i'll be back out."
luckily for you, he still takes his time like it's any other night, cleaning you and rubbing your sore body down with lotion before he tucks you in with a kiss.
"you were real good for john b tonight, i'm proud of you. i'll see you in the morning."
with that he leaves, cutting the light off as you drift to sleep, and you hope john b visits again.
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I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY I CAN)
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โ Can you please writhe a one shot with Jason and daughter of Psyche reader based on the song โI can fix him(no really i can)โ by Taylor?Like imagine some time later when Jason is finally free from his demigod duties and goes to college with his friends,here he meets reader.Since she is a daughter of Psyche (the goddess of the human soul)she understands him immediately and she help him understand himself,discovering what he likes and to heal from his past and of course they fall in love. โ โ anon
in which they shook their heads saying โgod help her,โ when you tell โem heโs your man
pairing jason grace x psyche!reader
warnings feelings of self loathing, slight bullying
on the radio . . . i can fix him (no really i can) (taylor swift)
an they r in new rome uni in this !! i feel like jason is a tad ooc but also its 11:30pm as im posting this and im tired
Everything you heard about Jason Grace screamed โred flagโ. Son of Jupiter, ex-praetor, raised by wolves then sent to camp at the mere age of three or four - what was there not to be afraid of? To add to that, the way he carried himself exuded power in a way that would make anyone cower in fear. His face was inscrutable, crystal blue eyes unreadable in the same way the storms his father made were
However, you werenโt anyone. Your mother was Psyche, goddess of the soul. And as a daughter of Psyche, you could see right through just about everyone, including Jason Grace. Whenever you tapped into his energy, you couldnโt help but feel he was the complete opposite of what he presented himself as. While Jason seemed content with solitude to everyone around him, you knew that deep down, he was just seriously misunderstood and in desperate need for some loving
You were right. Jasonโs life had been hell, especially the past couple years. His memory had been taken away from him, making him lose ties with all his friends and a potential lover, Reyna. Then, heโd gotten a new girlfriend and new friends, only for his girlfriend to dump him and his friends to all be too busy to spend a single second with him. Still, Jason had persevered. He applied and got accepted to New Rome University, he attended all his lectures, he got perfect grades, he tried his best to socialise.ย
The latter never worked out though. People either saw him as Jason the traitor, the guy whoโd chosen to leave with the Greeks instead of fighting for his camp (Jason would stifle a laugh at the phrase โhis campโ - if this were really his camp, they wouldnโt have easily found a guy whoโs the epitome of everything un-Roman to replace him. They werenโt any better), or as Jason the soldier, the man whoโd toppled Kronosโ throne and won in a fight against the titan Krios, absolutely untouchable and worshipped in a way that would make his father seethe with jealousy
Eventually, he gave up. If thatโs how they wanted him to be, so be it. He shut himself off from the world, focusing solely on his studies and his plans for shrines for every God and Goddess. Little did he know, a certain someone was formulating the perfect plan to become his friend
Your plan backfired. Youโd spent weeks keeping note of all the classes you had with Jason, even occasionally following him to see where heโd go after class (his dorm, immediately), and yet you couldnโt seem to get a single conversation out of him. The closest youโd gotten was when you sat next to him in one of your lectures and dropped your pen - heโd simply handed it to you without a word. For the split-second your fingers brushed, you took on all his pain and felt it pull you apart. How could he cope with all of this baggage?ย
Luckily for you, the fates work in mysterious ways that in this case, happened to be in your favour
โOh, Iโll leave. Sorry.โ Someone mumbled from behind you. You had been having a hard time sleeping as it was exam season, meaning everyoneโs late night stress as they did last minute cram sessions piled onto you, so you decided to go to the one place you knew would be quiet. It was a small garden youโd discovered as a freshman and dubbed as โyour spotโ, and youโd often come when you were feeling extra overwhelmed
Turning your head, your eyes widened as you saw none other than Jason Grace, who was about to go back to his dorm
โNo, wait! You can stay, I donโt mind,โ this was a first for Jason. Usually, people would go the other way at the sight of him, not offer to let him sit with them. He felt a gut-wrenching, yearning feeling in his stomach, and you felt it too. Softly, you patted the spot on the bench next to you. It was quiet between you, but with that simple gesture, you had made an everlasting mark in Jasonโs mind
After that night, instead of leaving his bag on the seat next to him, Jason would put it on the floor in hopes that youโd see the empty seat and choose to sit there. You, ever the empath, did. The more you sat with Jason, the more words were said between you. You started the conversations, of course, asking him about his day and telling him about whatever minor inconvenience you had that morning
โI ran out of toothpaste,โ Jason had said to you one day as you took your laptop out of your bag. This was his first time initiating a conversation. He wasn't sure why he did it, and cringed internally the moment those words came out of his mouth - toothpaste, Jason, really? - but youโd smiled and asked if he wanted to come with you to the shops after class, since you also needed to stock up on some supplies
That was the day Jasonโs walls began crumbling down. Suddenly, he seemed to loosen up. His posture slackened and he smiled more often, told more jokes and even engaged in your banter. People gave the two of you weird looks as you walked around New Rome in fits of laughter, but neither of you caredย
Well, not until one fateful day. Jason had been making his way to class with two coffees in hand, one for you and one for himself, when heโd overheard two people deep in conversation. Heโd never been one to eavesdrop, but when he heard your name being mentioned, he couldnโt help himself
โThat poor girl, she has absolutely no idea what sheโs getting herself into,โ one of them said. The other hummed in agreement, pity laced in his voiceย
โShe thinks sheโs doing a good thing, being friends with him and all, but heโs just going to break her heart like he did Reynaโs. Jason Grace is no good.โ
He nearly dropped his coffees. Suddenly, all the confidence heโd built came crumbling down, being quickly replaced with those walls he knew all too well, the only things he could trust other than you. Since he loved you so dearly, this was for the best. Youโd find some other guy to befriend eventually. If all of Camp Jupiter could replace him after years of service, whoโs to say you couldnโt after a couple months of being friends?
Coincidentally, you happened to be looking for Jason when you saw him standing there, a blank look on his face - the same one people had warned you about in your first year at NRU. This time, however, they didnโt have a fighting chance in fooling you. Even without your powers from being Psycheโs daughter, you knew Jason was a sweet guy with the kindest heart
โJason, are you alright?โ You asked, reaching to place a tender hand on his shoulder. He pulled away and your face dropped as you tuned into his feelings and realised the old Jason was making a comeback. Itโs not like heโd ever been gone, no one ever gets rid of lifelong trauma and horrible experiences that quickly, but Jasonโs aura hadnโt felt that self-loathing in a very long time
Looking behind you, you saw a couple give you a pitying look and the pieces clicked immediately. Scowling at them, you took Jason by the arm and dragged him to that garden where you first spoke. The garden that was no longer just your spot
โWhatever they said, I donโt care,โ you told him, โtheyโre wrong, Jason. You canโt listen to them. From the moment I met you I knew they were wrong. Donโt let them win.โ His eyes stared into yours, completely emotionless. His guard was up, and you didnโt know why (slight btd ref!!). Didnโt he trust you?ย
His voice monotone, Jason replied, โthis isnโt just about them, Y/N. You have no idea what Iโve been through. You donโt deserve to have to deal with that, it could affect you too. You could be making so many friends right now and yet you havenโt, because you chose to stick with me.โ
The tension rose between you and you knew there was only one thing you could do: succumb to the pull he had on you once and for all. Grabbing him by the collar, you pulled Jason closer to you and kissed him fiercely
When you pulled away, you took a second to take in Jasonโs dishevelled look before replying, โI donโt care. Iโll choose to stick with you in every lifetime.โ
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22- So High School with Princess and Nolan pleeeeeeeaase ๐ซถ๐ป
"you knew what you wanted, and boy you got her" | poetic prompts | warnings: anxiety, panic attacks, chaos, weddings
it was everything they could imagine, even though it was the most stressful day of their life.
the wedding day had finally approached. after almost five years of dating, a year of being engaged, the day arrived. typical wedding day jitters fell upon both parties, the usual last minute thoughts and touch ups, nothing prepared either of them for the massive chaotic crowd that was waiting outside the venue.
even though the bridal party did their best to keep it away from y/n, she knew that the flowers hadn't been delivered, the photographer was an hour late, and the shuttle was also late. as a group they decided to push the wedding back at least an hour to make room for adjustments. but nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to stop her from getting married today.
not even a nervous groom.
"y/n, i need to talk with you for a second." her maid of honor whispered in her ear. she was about to get in her dress, hair and makeup done and set, ready for pictures when the photographer would arrive. stepping to the side in her silk robe and slippers, she felt her stomach drop. god, what now?
"no bullshit. i know we're all done with that today, but you need to talk to nolan. travis texted me saying he is having a panic attack and won't come out of the bathroom. all of this massive chaos is probably freaking him out too," y/n was handed a tissue when she felt tears well up in her eyes, "no no, no crying, it'll all be okay. i'll go with you?"
"no, i can do it. when the photographer gets here y'all go ahead and take pictures and just wait for me."
walking across the venue and where the guys were getting ready, she knocked on the door and was greeted by travis. she made sure all the guys left before talking to nolan. it was like his soul knew she was there before she spoke. a few seconds before she knocked on the door he felt his breathing steady out.
"nolie it's me, please open the door. nobody else is here, just you and me." she softly spoke. he got up, leaning his forehead against the wooden door with a soft thud.
"it's bad luck to see each other before the wedding," his thick accent present in how he spoke, sniffling after he finished. he heard her giggle and slide her slippers across the wooden floor.
"we've had enough bad luck today, so i think we're gonna be okay." he unlocked the door then leaned against the wall, waiting for her to open it. her heart softened when she opened the door, noticed that he'd been crying a lot with tear tracks down his cheeks. his shirt was unbuttoned and his hair was messy. "oh baby," she placed her hand on his cheek, wiping another tear away.
"'m sorry, princess." he took in a sharp breath before letting out another cry. "i just got really nervous, y'know? i mean what if i'm not a good husband? i don't want you to get sick of me and...and leave."
she tucks a lock of loose hair behind his ear, grabbing a tissue from the counter and wiping his cheeks and nose for him. "if i was gonna get sick of you, i would have left by now." she kisses his forehead softly, "remember when we went on our first date? you were so confident, and it was really hot." nolan chuckled, "and when you came to the shop like ten times that next week? you knew what you wanted, and you got her. you got me, and i'm not going anywhere. i'm gonna be your wife, you're gonna be my husband, and we're gonna have a happily ever after together."
nolan places a hand on her cheek as she spoke, a smile on his lips and this time, happy tears filling his eyes. they share a sweet and emotional kiss, one she hopes to recreate in an hour at the altar. they pull apart and she helps nolan fix his tie and to get rid of some of the tear tracks on his cheeks.
"alright, nothing is stopping me from getting married to you today." nolan laughs with his head thrown back, "i'll see you in an hour," she walks to the door of the groomsmen suite, "i'll be the one in a pretty white dress." nolan kissed her on the cheek.
"i'll be the one waiting for you at the altar, princess."
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Qrowโs Semblance is Fortune! ๐ฆโโฌ
I talked about this briefly before, having speculated that Cloverโs pin carries on his good luck after death or that Qrow has just done a lot of training mentally and/or physically. @benevolentslut had some amazing additions as well & I want to sum up this theory for you as best as I can as we reached similar conclusions even before I had read her reblog.
Qrow has only been in the negative all his life, mentally and emotionally.
This man has had barely any positivity in his life.
"His whole life he's been the epitome of cynicism and pessimism." - @benevolentslut
Qrow grew up under constant stress & threat of those around him.
Needless to say, but I don't think he could trust anyone he grew up around except maybe Raven.
Then he has to constantly worry about being found out by the other huntsmen! Also growing up with the threat of huntsmen and Grimm the entire time!
Then Oz drops the whole Salem problem on him & I'm sure that didn't help his mental health in the slightest!
"His sister leaves him and their team, and then summer disappears." - @benevolentslut Yeahhhh he is losing everyone close to him in one way or another! That cannot be a fun experience!
This look like the face of a guy that's doing okay?
I'm just going to copy paste this here as I hadn't noticed it & it feels worth noting that the intensity of his misfortune seems to increase with the increasing mental strain.
While we don't know for sure that all of these things are a byproduct of Qrow's misfortune semblance, it certainly isn't out of the realm of possibility. Notice the worsening of his mental health resulting in potentially more disastrous outcomes. ๐ฐ
"we see him blaming himself constantly for everything that goes wrong, and it only causes that to become more true." - @benevolentslut
She lists a lot more examples of where Qrow's semblance has potentially worked this way in the original post. Clover comes along & starts lifting him up, giving him actual hope. He now has a little seed of hope planted in him. ๐
Wow, Qrow is doing so good for himself lately! I sure hope nothing-
Oh... oh no. From his perspective Ruby & Yang could literally be dead. He is stricken with grief as he watches it all unfold & probably sunk back down into a negative spot mentally. He may even blame himself in some way.
When you're this low, there's a saying that goes "nowhere to go but up."
I firmly believe that Qrow would see things that way, especially after reaching his lowest point. He can only do his best to help those around him. Though he's the most alone he's ever been, he's becoming a part of a new community where people help one another. In that sense, it's impossible to be alone. In spite of it all, he slowly finds his mental health improving! Ruby's message to the world is bringing people together! ๐น
"and we see him take up clover's role, both in terms of how he's helping out around shade, and more literally, in the unmissable parallel where he catches the guy who trips." - @benevolentslut
Ruby & Clover have both filled him with hope & he's more optimistic than he's ever been, which results in bursts good fortune! โจ
There's also already a premise for shifts in mental health and trauma resulting in semblance evolution.
Cinder betrayed Neo & so she winds up in the Ever After & through her form changes is showing us that she now has negative feelings towards Cinder.
She's so upset that her semblance starts to make multiple clones of her which it has never been able to do before. Her Overactive Imagination semblance has evolved due to the state of her mental health.
Her semblance begins to evolve so much to where she can create entire architectural structures and buildings out of it!
She can even use it to talk through the people she recreates, something she's not physically capable of herself.
While we do have to take into account that the Ever After plays by rules that are a little bit different at times; this absolutely confirms that semblances, much like people, can change & grow! ๐ช
My conclusion: Volume 10 & beyond will show Qrow's personal semblance evolution as he finds out that his power is actually Fortune itself & the ability to control it, good and the bad.
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to the thawing wind | 8k | M rating
written for the tropes challenge hosted by @its-a-queer-thing | tropes: dystopian/post-apocalypse, misunderstanding, hurt/comfort
Living and working in the icy chill of an endless winter, Ian and his familyย are assigned to work the farms to bolster food supply. They live quietly enough, following the rules, until Mickey and Mandy Milkovich (with all their secrets) are moved in across the road.ย
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Okay so I saw this post and you know the types of fics where adult Danny moves to Gotham and winds up emotionally adopting one or more of bat kids or accidentally coparenting with Bruce (with or without a relationship between them)? I had the thought, what if Danny parented the bat kids but he started doing it out of spite?
Like, Danny moves to Gotham and runs into Batman and Robin one night while out for a late night flight and drops down to the rooftop to say hi.
Bruce sees this 5'6" twink that looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over and is so obviously new in town and thinks Gotham is going to eat him alive, he needs to leave before he gets killed.
Batman: Looming menacingly and in his deepest scariest Batman voice, "Leave. Metas aren't allowed in Gotham."
Danny: Offend! Excuse?! Who does this guy think he is?! ๐ก Danny was trying to be polite here! "First of all, I'm not a meta. Second of all, rude much?!"
Batman: Does scariest bat glare. "Leave." Swoops off into the night.
Robin (Damian): "My father is correct. You should leave the city for your own safety."
Danny sees this tiny vigilante child with fierce expression and a sword and is just like awww, so cute! ๐ Then he noticed Robin had a small cut on his arm and his inner gremlin activates. If the rude flying furry can't take care of his own kid properly, Danny will do it better!
He bandages up Damian's arm, gives him a cookie and teaches him a neat sword trick before sending him on his way with a hug telling him he needs his sleep.
Danny goes out of his way to run into the bat kids and be the absolute best dad.
He takes Nightwing flying and throws him in the air so Nightwing can do all the fanciest acrobatic tricks.
He tracks down Red Hood and starts a book club with him (Danny may or may not have used his connection with Ghost Writer to get ahold of some rare books).
He eats waffles with Spoiler and trys out weird topping combinations that make them both make faces and laugh.
He makes new gadgets for Red Robin but carefully breaks them just a little bit and takes them to the teen so they can fix them together (it's enrichment!). He always insists RR keep them as a reward.
He follows Signal around during the day invisibly, making faces and doing tricks only Signal can see (he made him laugh in front of the police at a crime scene twice!).
All of the kids get his attention and love and Danny smugly thinks how Batman must be absolutely seething about his kids bonding with Danny and Batman missing out on all of it.
Danny started it out of spite but he does wind up genuinely loving the bat kids.
Batman definetly hates it when the kids are bonding with Danny and is extremely jealous (sulky Batman brooding in his cave about it).
Bruce's repeated attempts to intimidate Danny into leaving Gotham don't work and him telling his kids to stay away from Danny had zero effect (the terrible children don't listen to him at all).
So Bruce starts spending more time with the kids to compete against Danny. The bat kids love it and (little gremlins that they are) use the two of them against each other constantly.
Bruce:"Sorry Tim, I can't make it to your photography exhibit this weekend, there's a meeting with the Justice League."
Tim:"Oh that's fine... I'll just ask Danny to come." ๐
Bruce: Narrows his eyes and grits his teeth, "Actually, the Justice League needs to have contingencies in place to manage without my input. This would be a good time to test their capabilities. I'll skip the meeting and come to your exhibit."
With both of them competing to spend more time with the kids it leads to the two of them spending time with each other to be around the kids more.
After Damian catches a terrible flu bug, Danny spends an entire weekend at the manor babying him. This is when Bruce finds out Danny has known their secret identities for months and tries to get mad about it but Alfred puts his foot down, raises a judgmental eyebrow in Bruce's direction that puts a stop to that nonsense and sets up Danny with his own room in the family wing.
Eventually, Danny gets to the point where he spends most of his nights at the manor and he and Bruce consult each other on all major household decisions.
The whole family is at the manor one morning including Danny. Bruce has a meeting at WE and he and Danny are absently discussing their plans for the day at the breakfast table.
Bruce: " The meeting should take most of the morning and then I have paperwork this afternoon and a scheduled walk through on one of the new engineering projects. I probably won't be done by the time school let's out. Can you pick up Damian today?"
Danny: "That shouldn't be a problem. Would you mind swinging by the bookstore on the way home and getting my preorder? Jay and I just finished rereading the first book and we were wanting to start the second tonight before you all go on patrol. I'd rather not try to make it to the bookstore in school rush hour traffic"
Bruce: "Sure."
Stephanie watches Danny reach out and absently straighten Bruce's tie as they both get up to leave. Bruce grabs Danny's coffee thermos and hands it to him while they walk out the door.
Stephanie: "Sooo, bets on how long until they realize they're basically married?"
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LOVE AT FIRST SPEED โ L.HS
SYNOPSIS: World champion, record breaker, winner of hundreds of races, what does Lee Heeseung want other than that? Apparently, love. Being the greatest when it comes to racing doesn't mean that he naturally has a flourishing love life. True, there were many girls already lining up for him, but he knew none of them were truly sincere, leaving him devoid of love and unconditionally craving it. That was until everything changed when he met you, his new next door neighbour that doesnโt even know heโs a famous F1 racer. Three dates. three different countries, but only one chance to make you his.
OR! in which a world champion tries scoring the girl next door.
presenting ... driver of scuderia ferrari f1 team
PAIRINGS: F1 driver!heeseung x afab!reader
GENRE: strangers/neighbours to lovers, love at first sight, he falls first but she falls harder, formula one au, sports au, romance, angst
WARNING(S): profanities, mentions of alcohol, drinking and partying, lots of feelings being self questioned, slight miscommunications/misunderstandings
WC: 29k
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โ MONTE CARLO, MONACO, LATE 2022
Lee Heeseung was drunk.
Going out with the boys was probably a mistake. Look, it was off season and everyone was back in Monaco, so it definitely sounded like a great idea to go out for a night out, right? Wrong.ย
Letting Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Yeonjun and some of the other drivers drag him to a well known club in the city was his first mistake of the night. The second was accepting all of the shots they offered, acting as if the celebrations of him winning his third world championship wasnโt over yet. The alcohol that took over his senses only made him stumble to the dance floor, dancing wildly with girls surrounding him, not giving a care if a camera was capturing everything. That was his third mistake.
By the end of the night, every one of them were equally shitfaced. It wasnโt a great look, and he was sure their personal trainers werenโt going to be happy at all. Heeseung, in particular, was taking it better than the rest, though still slurring and stumbling around, at least he managed to tell his address fully to the taxi driver.ย
Getting dropped off at the lobby looking absolutely destroyed was humbling. He kept his head low, reminding himself that he had a reputation to maintain and went for the elevator, pressing the number of his floor. He was leaning against the wall, holding it for support as he slowly sobered up, trying his best to feel around his body for his keycard.
โFuck,โ he cursed out, unable to remember where it was with that hazy mind of his.ย
The elevator stopped at his floor with a โdingโ, grabbing his attention from his ongoing search for the moment. He trudged along the quiet hallway, dragging his feet and mumbling his regrets. One thingโs for sure was that he should not rely on Jake for claiming it was a โlight partyโ. Light party my ass.
Standing in front of his door to the apartment, he was dying to get in and crash into his comfortable bed. However, he remembered what he was struggling to find: his keycard. God, why me, he thought.ย
His head was beginning to spin and it was not helping. He was slipping his hand into his back pockets, shirt pockets that didnโt even exist because heโs wearing a button up, then his socks, which was absolutely insane. No, Lee Heeseung was turning insane. At one point, he let out a sigh and leaned his head on his door, swearing that he was about to collapse out of fatigue.
โUhโare you okay?โ Was that a voice coming from the pits of his head? It couldnโt be, it was a womanโs voice. โMister?โ
Heeseung turned around in a blink of an eye, almost letting out a yelp in shock when his eyes landed on you. Even in his drunken daze, he was still able to make out how pretty you were. There you were, standing in a party dress that was enough to tell him you were out clubbing too, makeup that was intact and heels in one hand, creating a small height difference between him and you.
โHuh?โ That was probably the dumbest thing he could let out at that moment. Wake up, he cursed at himself. โYouโre not that old lady,โ
โShe moved away,โ you guessed he was referring to the old lady that sold you her apartment, the one that was next to this โฆ guy. โIโm guessing you were not here a few months ago to even realise Iโm your new neighbour?โ
Well, no, Heeseung was busy winning his championship in Abu Dhabi during then.ย
He didnโt say that though, instead he shrugged, liking the fact that you were oblivious he was someone well known. โI travel for work, so not really. My apologies,โ
โI see,โ you nodded your head, continuously cautious, he could see that. โDo you have trouble entering your own home?โ
โWhat makes you think that?โ
โYou were searching for somethingโeven in your socks,โ
โOh,โ he licked his lips, currently embarrassed. โIโuhโdonโt know where my keycard is,โ
โHave you searched your pockets?โ
โYes,โ
โWallet?โ
Heeseung paused. โNo โฆโ
โTry searching, Iโm sure itโs there somewhere,โ you were so confident in saying that, which made Heeseung uneasy and doubtful. How would you know it was there and he didnโt?ย
You pulled out your own keycard, pressing against the sensor and your door unlocked with a click, but before you went in and left Heeseung behind, you scrunch your nose up. โYou should probably sober up โฆ and also wash away the perfumes on your shirt. Itโs heavy,โ
Once you shut your door, Heeseung scoffed. He lowered his head to the sleeves of his button up shirt and inhaled, the smell of perfumes from the girls he danced with clung to the fabric desperately. He hated that you werenโt completely wrong. Then, he reached for his wallet, rolling his eyes at your voice in his head, but was once proven right again when he saw his glistening keycard there. For fuckโs sake.
Now, he was guessing he probably set a bad impression on you, making you think he was some stupid womaniser. Gosh, the way your eyes narrowed at him was burnt into his mind.ย
Heeseung was not getting much sleep that night.
โSlept well?โ
Fate had a play in hand, somehow setting Heeseung and you up by having the both of you exiting your apartment at the same time. The only difference was you being fresh and awake, ready to start your day while Heeseung was the total opposite. Hungover, body sore and dark circles under his eyes.
โGreat,โ he seethed out.ย
No, Heeseung didnโt have a โgreatโ sleep. He was plagued by you. Yes, you. The neighbour that he didnโt even know existed until yesterday, the same one that had to witness him drunk and turning insane. It was funny knowing you probably didnโt even like him, but somehow, that was what bothered Heeseung. Everyone liked him. But you, apparently, or so your vibe told.
โSomeone didnโt have their lucky charms this morning, huh?โ you reached into your tote bag, Heeseungโs curious gaze following your every move. โHere,โ you tossed a protein bar at him, the same brand that he eats occasionally. What were the odds?
โDonโt just stare at it. Eat it.โ
Apparently Heeseung was staring at it too longingly, and until he heard what you said, he snapped up to look at you, mouth slightly agape. โThanks,โ
You smiled. You fucking smiled. Heeseung didnโt expect your teeny smile was enough to spur him on. This was cheesy, too cliche and very predictable. Did he think he was in a reenactment of Notting Hill except itโs called Monte Carlo instead? The feeling of falling at first sight was foreign to him, to have a crush on your neighbour was new to him, and he wasnโt going to take this well.
โEat up.โ you waved a little, turning your back to him and rushed for the elevator, leaving him on his own again.ย
The small encounter was enough to make Heeseung more curious about you. He knew nothing about you, you were his neighbour, his goddamn neighbour, but it felt like he was in high school with a crush again. Was it even a crush? Was it admiration? Heeseung didn't want to overthink it, it's too early in the morning for that.
He made his way to his sleek Ferrari 488 Pista Spider, the one car that he was devoted to. It was easily recognisable in the streets of Monaco, the design was a custom made and a favourite of his, any fans could make out that Lee Heeseung was the one driving it.
The usual bunch, Jay, Jake and Sunghoon had invited him out to brunch. Heeseung knew damn well all of them were just as hungover as he was, or even worse, he thought they were quite brave for stepping out of the house.ย
Making a few detours for grocery and miscellaneous items prompted him to be later than the rest. He was rushing to the cafe, seeing the back of his friends' heads from a distance. They were sitting at an outside table, as they always preferred, but what caught his attention was an extra head next to Jake's blond hair.
Was that the girl who followed Jake home yesterday? He wouldn't even second question it.
He was wrong.ย
Making his way to the table, Heeseung greeted them with a good morning before looking at their faces. Well, the boys looked like them, but the girl, oh โฆ the girl.
It was you. His neighbour. What were you doing sitting next to Jake? Seriously, Jake?
โHey, man, sorry for not letting you know earlier but I invited my friend, is that okay with you?โ Jake grimaces apologetically, offering a smile as compensation.
โIt's alright,โ Heeseung stared briefly at you, then took a seat next to Jay, the one opposite that faced you.
โHeeseung, this is Y/N, Y/N, this is Heeseung,โ Jake did a gesture between you and Heeseung with his hands, while you and him both looked at each other with a 'what the fuck is going on' expression.
โHiโโ
โShe's my next door neighbour,โ Heeseung didn't know why he blurted that out, he didn't even let you finish.ย
The boys and you stared at him, incredulous but to a different extent. You had annoyance in your eyes, the others had disbelief. Maybe you were mad he interjected, but he felt he needed to get that out.ย
โUhโsorry,โ
โHe's your neighbour?โ Jake cackled, his gaze flickering between you and Heeseung. โNo, wait, you're his neighbour?โ
You and Heeseung nodded in unison.
โWhich means you guys knew each other already?โ
โNot exactly,โ you said, sipping a little of your latte. โI didnโt know his existence until yesterday, let alone his name,โ
โDitto,โ
โWow,โ Sunghoon laughed at the side, both him and Jay witnessing everything in entertainment.
โShocking,โ Jay nudged Sunghoon.
โYou guys will get along better than youโll expect,โ Jake said coolly, speaking from a deep knowing of you and Heeseungโs personality traits. However, you and Heeseung seemed doubtful, but didnโt comment on it.ย
โSo โฆ if they are F1 drivers, that means you are one too,โ you pointed a finger at him, eyebrows raised in question.ย
โYup,โ Heeseung replied, popping his โpโ obnoxiously.
โThree times world champion too,โ Jake jerked his chin towards Heeseung, a look of pride on his face. โHeโs literally insane,โ
โItโs nothing,โ Heeseung suddenly felt like he was put on the spot. Usually, he would be immune to all these compliments thrown at him, but this time with you around, he wanted to be lowkey.ย
โDid you hear him?โ Jay scoffed, making the others, you and Heeseung himself included, laugh.ย
The conversation was interrupted with the waiter serving your orders. Pastries, bread, and Heeseungโs go-to hangover cure, a mixed fruit smoothie were placed on the table. Soon, everyone got comfortable and dug in, enjoying the cool weather of Monte Carlo.
โWhat brings you here, Y/N?โ Heeseung finally got the confidence to ask you a question, letting his curiosity win over him.ย
โI moved here because of my new jobโ"
โBecause of me,โ Jake chimed in unceremoniously, catching everyone else's attention at the table. Now, what did he mean by that?
โBasically, Jake hired me as his personal trainer,โ
โAnd assistant,โ Jake added, increasing Heeseungโs fascination and wonder. Since when did Jake change his personal trainer? Oh wait, he mentioned it. Something about wifeโs pregnancy that his ex trainer needed time off. How could Heeseung forget this crucial information?ย
โIโm going to have to keep him in check every race,โ
โWeโre glad youโre coming along,โ Sunghoon clapped his hands, genuine happiness in his smiley features. โItโs time someone put this guy in place,โ he snorted, pulling a laugh out of you.ย
Your laugh. All it took was your laugh for Heeseung to disassociate from everything happening around him and place his focus on you. The wrinkles around your eyes when your lips stretched into a grin, smile lines adorning your face that he found breathtaking. Every part about you and your happiness was enough to make him smile as well.
Pause. Was he hearing himself clearly?ย
โNow whatโs that supposed to mean?โ Jake rolled his eyes at Sunghoon, not appreciating the comment targeted at Jakeโs known party behaviours.
โYou know what I mean,โย
At that, Jake eyed you nervously, already having a feeling that you were going to be strict on him, rightfully so. Meanwhile, Heeseung was dying internally. He wanted to speak to you, but how was he able to when he wasnโt close to you? Instead, he was stuck with the two bozos, half-heartedly chewing on his croissant as he and the guys listened to you talk about your job and degree.
Whatever Heeseung thought possibly of you dissipated. The sharp gaze you gave him that night disappeared once he came to the realisation that you were nothing like what his mind made you out to be: scary and hard to get along with. Heeseung would admit, he makes the worst assumption of the people he first met, but some were true, as for you, you were nothing like that. He could tell you were warming up to him, probably also having the same misconception of him in your head.ย
Once there were nothing but crumbs left on the plates, with the bill paid and everyoneโs stomach filled, you and the guys got up from the table, making an exit. The awkward part arrived. Jay and Sunghoon were leaving on their own, Jake too, but what about you?
โDo you want me to drop you offโโ Jake offered after Jay and Sunghoon were out of sight, leaving you, him waiting outside and Heeseung, who was still lingering in the cafe. You shook your head.
โYou literally live on the opposite side of where I am, I donโt think thatโs convenient,โ you poked his shoulder, an unapproving frown pulled at your lips. โIโll just hail a cab same like this morning,โ
Clear worry was evident in Jakeโs eyes. โYou sure?โย ย ย
โI can drive you back,โ Heeseung suddenly appeared by Jake's side, an innocent look on his face as he shoved his wallet into his back pocket. โWe stay next to each other anyway,โ
โYeah, sure, thank you,โ you breathed out in relief, initially being nervous at the thought of having to be alone, thankful Heeseung came in to save your ass.
โNow thatโs settled, Iโll see you for training soon, Y/N. And Hee, you should hit the simulator soon, practice so you donโt get rusty!โ
โShut up,โ Heeseung clicked his tongue in annoyance, but couldnโt resist a cheeky grin.
โAlright, bye guys!โ
Jake soon disappeared around the corner, and the air turned thick with awkwardness. You didnโt mind Heeseungโs presence, but honestly, you didnโt know this man, or at least not enough. Without Jakeโs familiarity and his comforting aura around you and Heeseung, you were unable to function well. Not when heโs your neighbour that you didnโt exactly get off on the right foot with, and truthfully, he was hot, to simply put it. You know how hot people tend to scare you? Yeah, that was him. Curse Jake for having hot friends.
โShall we get going?โ
You snapped out of your momentary inner monologue, nodding and hoisting your bag higher up your shoulder, letting Heeseung take the lead. Even though he was leading you towards his car, he didnโt try walking faster than you, constantly maintaining the same speed as you. You noticed him taking peeks at you occasionally when his pace started to speed up, then he would slow down again. It was a small detail that you took notice, appreciating it more than you should.ย
The way to his car was quite a walk. He was walking beside you, always on the outside and made sure you walked on the inside. Was he always like this with everyone else? It was quiet between you two, but it was a comfortable silence. He was aware of your presence, you were aware of his; both were just too scared to be the first to break the ice, or so you thought.
โHow did you meet Jake?โย
โHm?โ You snuck a glance at him, processing his question. โOh, Jake. Heโs my cousin,โ
โYourโwhat?โ
A humorous laugh slipped out of you. You loved this part, where everyone gets shocked at you casually dropping the news about your blood relation with Jake. Heeseung, on the other hand, realised that he wasnโt actually familiar with Jakeโs family besides his parents and siblings. Seeing Heeseung being thoroughly shocked, you took the opportunity to continue.
โYeah, heโs my cousin. Usually people donโt expect us to be related so I totally get your reaction,โ a smile rests upon your lips, one that Heeseung didnโt miss. โIโm an only child, and he was the cousin that constantly played with me, so thatโs mainly why we grew close,โ
Heeseung unknowingly smiled at the thought of little Jake and you running around. He knew what his best friend was like, and realising the fact that he maintained the same outgoing personality was absolutely heartwarming.ย
โGrowing up, I knew he wanted to be an F1 driver, Iโd occasionally tag along to his karting races. Soon, his F3, F2 races. It all went by like a blur, and suddenly heโs racing for an F1 team. Thatโs probably when I came to the realisation that I wanted to be a trainer too, I guess it was mainly because of that and him,โ you shrugged, shying under the constant eye contact with Heeseung. He was all ears, never interrupting you once.ย
โAnd now you get to tag along to every one of his races full time,โย
โExactly,โ
โHey,โ a thought suddenly sprang to his mind, wrinkles forming in between his eyebrows. โIf you knew Jake was an F1 driver, then how did you not know I was one too?โ
You snorted, shrugging your shoulders a little dramatically. โWell, sorry Mr Famous, I donโt like constantly watching cars drive in circles,โ
โTheyโre not circles!โ
โTo me it is,โ you heard a huff coming from him, laughing quietly under your breath. โI only kept up with Jake, but I guess Iโll start keeping up with you now, Mr three times world champion,๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ
โIโm honoured,โ he placed a hand on his chest, flashing a toothy grin that made his nose crinkle, the sight unintentionally making your heart skip a beat. โYouโve got to support Ferrari,โ he was referring to his own team, a sense of pride and honour as he said it, even you could tell how much he loved them.
โI donโt think Jakeโs going to be happy about that,โ you slowed down your steps as you approached a sports car that you figure was Heeseungโs, the Ferrari emblem shining brightly. โBut, maybe Iโll have to make an exception,โ
โYou wonโt regret it,โ he said confidently, winking at you playfully, which earned him an eye roll from you. The change compared to his personality earlier on didnโt go unnoticed by you. The clumsy, shy and dorky him had a confident and cocky side to him. Noted.
Before you could reach down to open the door to the passenger side, Heeseungโs hand reached for it first, almost like it was his second instinct with how natural he was. He pulled the door open for you, and you turned to look at him, ignoring the minimal distance in between. Holding his eye contact for more than two seconds (yes, you counted) was intense. It took you everything to break his stare and enter his car, not missing his hand at the top of your head as you got in.ย
You watched as he circled the car to get to his side, waiting patiently and sneakily looking around the interior. The hood of the car was closed, and you imagined for a second what it would be like to drive with the hood open, feeling the wind brush against your face. It was a two seater car, despite that, it was big and comfortable enough inside, the seats had you melted into it the moment you got in. So, this was what expensive cars felt like.ย
Heeseung entered the car with a quiet grunt, revving the engine to a start and turned his head to check up on you, a small smile appearing on his face upon meeting your gaze. He caught you staring at him, didnโt he?ย
โNice car,โ you complimented a little too awkwardly, which also made Heeseung chuckle stiffly, seemingly caught off guard too.ย
โThank you,โ he smoothed his hand over the steering wheel, then pulled the car into drive. โQuestion, can I ask you something?โ
You arched an eyebrow, wondering what was coming your way. Heeseung took that as a sign to continue, keeping his concentration on the road but actually, he just didn't want to face you as he asked the question.
โBe honest, that night when I was drunk, did that give you a bad impression? โCause I swore your eyes was yelling it,โ
Nothing prepared you for that. Not that it was bad, just unexpected. Moreover, you were surprised at him remembering the happenings that night, and not only that, to overthink it too? You couldn't blame him though, you would too.
โOkay, I'm being honest. Yeah, kind of? I thought you were some random drunk and I was scared for my life until I saw you were trying to get inโwhich I also thought you were breaking in at firstโโ
โThat's harsh,โ
โI had some drinks myself too, alright?โ You snorted, remembering that night where you weren't fully drunk but intoxicated enough to think your next door neighbour, whose existence you didn't even know, was getting robbed. โYou seemed fine, just maybe the heavy smell of perfume coming from you gave off a bad, and also odd first impression,โ
โI swear Iโm not some playboy,โ it was a genuine misconception for most. Heeseung gave off the vibes of some womaniser that thinks he has power, money and influence just because he was a top Formula One racer, but truth be told, he was the opposite. The people closest to him knew that, not the one that the media created.
Judging from your sceptical raise of an eyebrow, Heeseung had a feeling you were doubting him. He feigned a shocked expression โDid you really think Iโm the kind to bring a woman into my bed each night?โ
โI didnโt say that! Youโre a total opposite of what I thought you wereโin a good way,โ
โBut your look was intending that you thought of it, about me being a playboy of some sort,โ
โMaybe just a little, teensy bit,โ
โIโm hurt,โ
โItโs the aura,โ you scrambled to pick up at the pieces, all while Heeseung enjoyed teasing you. โI mean, youโre cute, rich and talented, everybody wants you,โ
โDoesnโt mean I want them either,โ he pressed his lips in a flat line, shrugging lightly. Beside him, your eyes twinkled. What he said shouldnโt have set some small hope in you. Dude, you barely know him! But, you couldnโt help wanting him secretly. โAlso, did you just call me cute?โ
โIโโ you sputtered, not expecting him to catch that. Heeseung was grinning like crazy. Oh, he was so definitely enjoying poking fun at you. You crossed your arm, turning your nose up at him. โMaybe I did, maybe I didnโt,โ
โIโm pretty sure you did,โ he let out a chortle, finding your denial humorous and enjoyable. Just simply being with you was enjoyable. โIโm honoured โฆ yet again,โ
โYeah, yeah,โ you waved him off, feeling your cheeks heating up just a bit. No way he caught you slacking like that. How did you even manage to pull that anyway? Whatever.ย
The conversation soon died down, letting the music from the radio overtake the silence between you and him. On the drive back, you couldnโt take your eyes off the bypassing streets and buildings. You were in Monaco. That itself sounded surreal and unbelievable, and something you didnโt have in plan until now. The change was unexpected, but maybe it was something you needed.
โHonestly, I didnโt expect myself to be here right now,โ you said out of the blue, speaking your mind ever so casually. You didnโt even realise yourself getting comfortable with Heeseung overtime, everything just seemed too natural when it comes to hanging around Heeseung. Was that normal?
โWhat do you mean?โ
โI originally thought Iโll end up as a trainer in some football club since it was something I wanted,โ
Another fact that surprised Heeseung. He glanced at you. โFootball fan?โ
โKinda, I guess you could say that,โ
โMaybe itโs fate,โ he decided, a lighthearted assumption that you once had in mind as well.ย
โOr maybe Jake saw I was unemployed and took the chances,โ you wondered jokingly, but also having your suspicions.ย
Heeseung let out a laugh in incredulity, shaking his head. โEither way, it was meant to be, you being here and working for Jake,โ
Nodding a little, you considered his words. It was most likely meant to be. Monaco, Jake, meeting Heeseung. Something was in store for you. โWell, Iโm quite glad,โ you purse your lips and paused, โI got to meet you too,โ
โHuhโโ his head snapped to look at you in a flash, the look on his face telling you he thought he mightโve heard you wrongly. Thatโs when he had to regain his composure and maintain a stable breathing, โme too.โ
The weight of your words and Heeseungโs reply were on each of your shoulders individually, both of you were unable to get the moment from earlier out of your minds. Leading up to the part where you and him reached the floor of your apartments, he walked you to your door and stood there, waiting for you to turn to him, which you did after breathing in a deep breath. You met his eyes, ones that resembled a bambi, glistening under the dim light.
โToday was fun, thanks for letting me join,โ
โItโs nothing. Iโm glad you joined, actually,โ he slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants, hiding the fact that his palms were sweating. โIf you didnโt, we wouldnโt have properly met and on a much friendlier term,โ
โThatโs true,โ you clutched onto the straps of your bag tighter. โAnd this wonโt be our last meeting either,โ
โDefinitely,โ
โI have a question,โ
โShoot,โ
โThis might sound odd but I feel like we didnโt properly introduce ourselves,โ you looked at him expectantly. โJake kinda introduced us to each other and I thought it would be wrong to not really get to know one another more personally. You get what I mean? Since weโre neighbours and everythingโam I rambling?โ
Heeseung grinned at your nervous and jittery demeanour. โKinda,โ he let out a small laugh, his eyes crinkling at the edges. โYouโre not entirely wrong,โ he extended his hand outward, โIโm Lee Heeseung,โ
โY/N L/N,โ you accepted his hand, the coarseness of his skin from the excessive amount of driving over the years met your smoother palms, though it was a short moment, you could feel the contrast of his hand to yours in terms of size as well.
โItโs nice meeting you, neighbour,โ
โYou too. Heard youโre some hotshot formula one driver,โ
โNah, theyโre all just rumours, Iโm just your friendly average neighbourhood guy,โ
โWho delivers milk,โ
โNewspaper,โ he corrected, playing along with the joke with a the widest smile, โSome say I might be spiderman,โ
โNow youโre going too far,โย
It was natural. All of it was. The flow of the conversation and the way you joked with each other. When you broke out laughing first, Heeseung couldnโt help but laugh along with you, the sounds of your laughter filled the empty hallway.
You didnโt want this to end. Talking to him and staring at him, no, you wished you could continue on. Yet, the words that left your lips were the opposite of how you felt. โI think I should head on in, I probably need a shower,โ
โIโuhโsame,โ a breathy chuckle escaped Heeseungโs pretty lips, and hearing it only made you let out one as well. He was so dorky and awkward, it was cute, and a total contrast of what you had expected of him.ย
โSee you, Mr World Champion,โ
โBye, pretty,โ
Pretty?ย
Heeseungโs eyes widened a fraction, shock crossing his face. Did he just โฆ call you that? It was the truth though, a truth that he unknowingly let slip. Lee Heeseung, you shouldโve kept that in your mind and not the tip of your lips. He was chastising himself, but you, however, felt your knees weakened as you pressed your keycard onto the sensor.
He called you pretty. Pretty. Pretty!
โHey, Y/N,โ he called out right before you managed to shut your door, narrowly missing you as you were busy having a serious conversation with yourself regarding Heeseungโs pet name. You peaked your head out of the door, an expecting expression staring back at him. โUhโif you need anything or any help, Iโm always next door. Justโring my doorbell or something, Iโll be there,โ
What a sweetheart.
โThank you, Hee, likewise,โ you casted him your sweetest smile, then waved briefly and closed your door with a small click.
Hee? Hee! Oh my God. That just left your lips.
Heeseung couldnโt believe it himself. First, he called you โprettyโ, and now, you called him โHeeโ. He was winning, and never in a lifetime would he expect the day where he felt his heartbeat speeding up because of someone instead of racing.
Side by side, in different rooms with only a wall separating you and Heeseung, the two of you had your backs pressed against the front door. Processing and reflecting on what had happened, from the words said and the gestures made, all of them were taken notice and stored in each of your head. Butterflies and beating hearts overtook your bodies, the prospect of someone to look forward to now plagued your minds.
It was the start of something.
Whether it was a coincidence or on purpose, none of you knew the truth.
The times you've bumped into one another was more than imagined. Throwing out the trash? Oh, Heeseung just got back from the gym, looking absolutely scrumptious and waving at you. Going out for a morning jog? Heeseung coincidentally was doing the same and eventually joined you.ย
Were you complaining though? No, you took every possible chance to see him, even if it was a glimpse or a 'hi' or small talks.
There's one thing you've got to admit. He was unhealthy for you.
The months passed and the routine of the both of you bumping into each other somehow became standing outside the door to talk longer and progressed into exchanging phone numbers, which was long overdue in your opinion.ย
What amazed you most was him texting you first. It didn't even take him long to do that, in fact, it was on the same night you gave him your number. Wow. It then turned into you huddled in bed, stalking his Instagram profile and laughing at the range of pictures taken.
Obviously, pictures of his career and wins were the majority, ones that even included Jake who shared the same podium as him. With more scrolls, you discovered more natural pictures of him. 'Boys night' or 'chill days' captions under selfies or group photos. The recent one was โHappy New Years!โ with him in a party hat accompanied by some of his friends.ย
That night, you went to bed a little too giddy and hit the 'follow' button without thinking twice. The morning was even better when you saw him following you back, and that only prompted you to bake a load of cookies, which explained the reason why you were standing in front of his door, a box of fresh cookies in hand.
It took you only one ring of the doorbell to have Heeseung appear, a hand on the door, body dressed in a casual outfit of black tee and sweatpants. Okay, breathe.
โHello, hello,โ he greeted, not missing the box you were holding.
โHey, kinda random but I baked some cookies and I have extras so I wanted to give them to you if it's alright,โ
Heeseung visibly beamed at your offer, eyes shining like a little kid at the candy shop. โIt's more than alright actually,โ he looked behind his shoulder for a quick second, โif so, would you want to come in and have a quick bite? I'll give you my honest feedback,โ
โThat's very Gordon Ramsey of you, why not,โ
He stepped aside to let you in, and you gladly did so, gaze flickering around to take in the interior of his apartment. All of which screamed his vibes. You caught sight of some formula one car figurines and a couple of trophies on a shelf.ย
โCool collection you've got here. How much were these?โ You pointed at his trophies, joking in an attempt to lighten the mood. You knew it was received well after you heard him laughing breathily as the door clicked shut.
โJust a couple thousands, no biggy,โ he played along, ushering you to join him at the table with a wave of his hand. "I see someone's been stalking me lately," he said once you sat next to him, and you almost wanted to leave the moment you heard it.
โI did not stalk you,โ you defended yourself, even if it meant you were lying. โI just wanted to follow you since we're more closer now,โ
You swore you saw Heeseung's eyes soften at the mention of you and him growing closer. He let out a hum. โFor a moment I thought you were thinking about me,โ
Spoiler: you were.ย
It took Heeseung minimal effort for him to make you fluster. Judging from the way you nervously open the box and push it to him, actively ignoring what he just said. โHere,โ
โThanks, sweets,โ
There it was again. Another pet name that slipped from his tongue way too naturally. It even caught him off guard, thinking he should be more appropriate around you since you two were just getting to know each other. But how could he? Not when you were giving him a hard time by taking over his mind.
โThese look good,โ he said upon opening up the box, a smile creeping up onto his lips. Without hesitation, he grabbed one and took a bite out of it, savouring the taste of the fresh cookie.ย
His nod of approval was the seal of validation for you. โGood, right?โ him humming in agreement only made your smile wider in satisfaction and victory.
โIs this how you buy your way into peopleโs hearts? Itโs definitely working for me,โ Heeseung stared at the rest of the pile in awe, not realising how his words made you fluster even more.ย
โNot just anybody,โ
His gaze averted to you, a tinge of pink painted at his cheeks. It was unnoticeable in plain sight, but Heeseung himself could feel the heat creeping up the back of his neck. The feeling was overwhelming till the point he had to let out a cough. You were staring back at him innocently.
โPreseason starts soon. Testing in Bahrain,โ you switched the topic, noticing the both of you being equally caught off guard.ย
โOh, yeah,โ time passed by in a blur and Heeseung didnโt even realise February was coming along. โItโs really soon, huh? New Years was literally a few weeks ago? How was your New Year, by the way?โ
โIt was chill, didnโt do much since I donโt know many people here and all my colleagues are in other countries,โ you mumbled the last part a little too sadly, but it was the truth, being alone in a different country was a new kind of foreign that hits harder than you expected.
โAh. I didnโt know you were free and available that day, if I did, I wouldโve invited you to the party the boys hadโโ that Instagram post, โYou know what Jake said to me? โTake care of Y/N on my behalf too, she's new here and doesn't have many friendsโ,โ
โHe didnโt need to expose me like that,โ you rolled your eyes in irritation at the mention of your cousin brotherโs name, and what he said on top of that. It was partially the truth. โBut itโs fine, Hee, he did bring it up over the phone but I chose to stay in. Too much testosterone concentrated in one party,โ
โNot true, there were girls there too,โ
โDoes that make it sound better?โ
Heeseung gulped, realising it in fact doesnโt make it sound better. โWell, no,โ
โYou athletes and partying and women scares me,โ you played with the box, not wanting to imagine Heeseung with some other woman. There was one thing you had to remind yourself: stay away from athletes. For the reasons of them being unfaithful, rich, famous, snobby, womanisers, cockyโ
โNot all of us are like that,โ
Heeseung wasnโt like that.ย
โI mean, yeah, I know some of the drivers are like that but most of us arenโt,โ he continued on, seeing the worry dissolving from your face. He knew what he was doing, you were aware too, he was trying to give you assurance, catching on to the underlying meaning of your words. โThe guys I hang around with have girlfriends and trust me, theyโre loyal as ever, the ones that are single only actively search for girls. Even if so, they arenโt as playboy behaviour as you think,โ
โGenuinely?โ
โGenuinely,โ
โWhat about you?โ
Heeseung pursed his lips. โI havenโt been in a relationship in years,โ he shrugged quite pathetically, โIโm practically living like a man who hasnโt felt a womanโs touch in years, because itโs mostly true,โ
โCome on, really? The Lee Heeseung is bitchless? I donโt believe it,โ
โAsk my friends! Itโs been a while,โ he laughed that eventually turned into aย sigh, shaking his head slightly. โI donโt know, I admit, there were lots who tried hitting me up, but none of them truly meant it. You know what I mean? Especially after winning my championship, it felt like I could see through them and their true intentions. I just donโt think they see me as me. They see me as Formula One champion, famous and on the top of the world, but Iโm none of that,โ
Witnessing Heeseung getting vulnerable with you on a random 6 P.M. was not part of your schedule, but you were relieved he was comfortable enough to share these with you. Him, however, got panicked and didnโt even let you speak when he blurted out, โSorry, shouldnโt have dumped everything on youโโ
โNo, no, itโs okay, Hee, really,โ you reassured, almost placing your hand on his, but retreating your hand rather reluctantly. โIt must be hard to not be able to have anyone see you as the way you truly are. Youโre an amazing guy, genuinely. I might know you for a few months only but youโre one of the sweetest guys in my life, it makes sense why Jake regards you as a good friend,โ
No words were able to form on Heeseungโs tongue, let alone speak. All he could do was stare at you, a kind of admiration and fascination in his bright irises.ย
โI hope you can find the right person soon, even if it takes a while, itโll be worth it knowing theyโre the one,โ you bumped his shoulder with yours, and in his perspective, he was sure he wouldโve fell if he hadnโt snapped out of his daze. โI get you though. I might not be a world champion but I prioritise my job a lot. Some men donโt see that, at least the ones that Iโve dated. Thatโs why Iโve been single for quite some time too, and itโs not helping that Iโm travelling a lot more now,โ
This mild relationship trauma bonding session wasnโt what you two had in mind.
โJust as you said, itโll be worth it when we find the one even if it takes some time,โ Heeseung bumped your shoulder just as you did, a small grin displayed on his pretty face. โWeโll get there,โ
โWe will,โ
What you didnโt know was Heeseung screaming at himself internally. โWeโll get thereโ? No, Heeseung didnโt want you with someone else. Hell, he doesnโt want to see other people either. He couldnโt believe himself for feeling this way. In what way was this a sane manโs behaviour? Heโs far from sane.
Worst part of all was the two of you were equally running in circles together. You were interested in him and he was interested in you, but none of you dared to make any certain moves. Was it the fear? Was it because you were scared Heeseung might break your heart? Was it because Heeseung was scared youโd be affected by him? It was only going to be complicated the more it went on. But were you going to acknowledge that right now? Absolutely not. As they say, go with the flow, right?ย
โWanna grab dinner together? Heard thereโs a new sushi place down the street,โ you let Heeseung take the box from your hold, watching him place it on his coffee table so that he could enjoy it some other time.ย
โSounds good.โ
There was no denial that something was growing between you and him.
Time passing by in a blur wasn't a great thing at all. Not to you and Heeseung anyway.
The oncoming F1 season starting soon only meant having to travel more and moments spent being next door lessened. This fact was apparent and undeniable, one that both you and Heeseung were aware of, and an unspoken urge to hang out more developed.
It first started when you invited Jake over for dinner after a hard training session, and miraculously on the way to your door, Heeseung showed up, just on time. He was about to leave for dinner, and Jake being Jake, he invited Heeseung to join you two with no hesitation. From then on, even without Jakeโs presence, you found yourself having dinner at Heeseungโs house and watching movies together. Wild, wasnโt it?ย
Maybe it was a good thing you were getting closer and more comfortable with him. You needed more friends other than just Jake in this line of work. For now, Heeseung was equally a great company that knew how to make you laugh and bring out the other side of you that you kept away from others.
However, no matter how close you were with him now, you were not prepared for whatever happened that day at all.
โCan I shower at your place?โ
Opening the door to find a messy haired Heeseung in his grey sweatpants almost had you slamming the door in his face out of pure instinct. The sight was dangerous for you. You were just a girl after all. A man in grey sweatpants was a killer.
โExcuse me?โ
โHear me out,โ he dramatically placed his hands out, putting on the most convincing look after seeing your doubtful expression. โMy shower broke and the guy I called could only come by tomorrow to fix it, so I can't shower now, but, I need to shower,โ
You considered for a moment, but unable to put up your front the more you glanced at Heeseung's pleading eyes and the desperation coming off him.
โPlease, Y/N?โ
โOf course, you can, Hee,โ you patted him on the shoulder. โI'm not cruel enough to let you stink,โ
โYou're a lifesaver,โ he sighed in relief, the desperation melted into gratefulness, you've never seen a man as desperate to shower as him at that moment. โI'll bring some ramen for us to eat after, sounds good?โ
โAbsolutely,โ
โGreat. Don't tell Andrew this though,โ he was referring to his personal trainer, and you smiled.
โI won't, now hurry up before I close my door,โ
Heeseung was quick to grab his items and rush into your apartment as if his life depended on it. A tray filled with his toiletries and a towel hung around his neck, he gave you a charming smile when he saw you approaching him after closing the door.
โRealised I've never been over much,โ he said, eyes wandering around the corners of your living room.
โYou never asked and I didn't offer, that's why I'm always at yours,โ
โWe need to switch it up soon, or else we'll have to wait months to be back,โ
โRight,โ you nodded a little solemnly at the mention of the long period of being away. โThe bathroom's down the hallway, just walk straight and it's there,โ
โGot it,โ he snapped his fingers once he averted his gaze away from the direction you pointed. โWait for me to cook the ramen,โ
โYou know I always do.โ
That was exactly what you did: wait for him. You could hear the shower running in your quiet apartment, and it only made you think. He was in your house, showering. An F1 driver. If you told the you from months back that this would happen, youโd be livid.
The on and off conversation you had with yourself about Heeseung went on for a while until you heard some crashing noises that definitely came from the bathroom. Did he fall? Thereโs no way, right? The paranoia had you jumping out of your seat and jogging towards your bathroom. A knock from you once and there came Heeseungโs panicked voice.
โIโm okay! I dropped your shampoo bottle!โ he yelled back, but most importantly was what he did next. He swung the door open, revealing him with only a towel hanging around his waist, hair visibly wet and his bare upper body on display. You shouldnโt look, you shouldnโt look, you shouldnโtโ
You did what you couldnโt do earlier, which was closing the door on Heeseung. This time around, you finally found the strength and pulled the handle, closing the door and shocking both you and him. Okay, you needed that though.
Despite doing all that, the damage was unfortunately already done and the image of his bare body was burnt into your mind. Were you complaining? Secretly, you werenโt. But you were worried awkward tension might mess everything up.ย
Acting natural was what you could do, focusing on the screen of your phone even when you heard his footsteps against the wooden floor and his soft humming that was heading your way. Your attention strayed away from the video you were watching, instead focusing on his humming, recognising the song he was humming to. It was a Justin Bieber song. What was the title of the song? Off something? Offโ
โWhat are you watching?โ Heeseung was suddenly standing next to you, head leaned down and the scent of his shampoo invaded your senses. It wasnโt just that, his face was quite literally next to yours, one wrong move and youโd clash your face with his. When you turned your head, he was already staring at you, a smile tugged at his lips.
โJโJust a stupid video,โ why did he have you stutter? Stand up!
โLooks interesting,โ he noted, straightening up and was no longer torturously close to you. Thank God. โSo, ramen?โ
โDefinitely,โ
You watched as Heeseung shuffled around the kitchen, sitting leisurely on the high stool behind the counter. He, who insisted on being the one who cooked, was struggling to find the pots and pans, but somehow still managing throughout. As he waited for the ramen to cook, he had his hand resting on the counter top, standing faced towards you, gaze staying on you.
โSorry for just now,โ he started, getting your attention and your ears perked up. โDidnโt mean to make you uncomfortable,โ
โItโs fine, Hee, stuff happens,โ you tried your best at seeming nonchalant, but you were actually crumbling internally. You could tell the both of you were struggling.ย
โWell, opening the door and seeing me half naked isn't exactly just 'stuff happens',โ he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, but you couldn't help cracking a smile at his demeanour.ย
โYou're fine. Everything's okay. It's not like I'm banning you from my home and filing a restraining order,โ you reassured him for the millionth time, watching the distress on his face gradually melt away and shoulders relaxing. โIt was a slip up and I'm not uncomfortable at all. For a moment I thought you fell and something happened, I'm much more glad finding out you didn't,โ
โThank God that didn't happen,โ he breathed out a sigh of relief, closing the fire now that the ramen was done cooking. His back was faced towards you, and all you could focus on rather shamelessly was the wideness of his back.ย
โI would've saved you,โ
โMy knightress in shining armour,โ he took a peek back at you, meeting your eyes for a split second before turning away, a smile plastered on his face evident from his voice.ย
It didn't take long before Heeseung was done with the ramen, serving two bowls onto the counter and joining your side. He even prepared two boiled eggs for you that you specifically requested every time you had ramen together. It only took once for Heeseung to remember.ย
โAre you prepared for the new season?โ You asked, trying to crack your egg but was visibly struggling. Heeseung then wordlessly took it from you, knocking it against the counter and peeling it slowly.
He hummed. โPhysically, yes. Mentally, no,โ
You frowned at his response, eyes following his hands as he placed down one freshly peeled hard boiled egg and took the other to get rid of the shells. โHow come?โ
โI don't know. I think I've always felt like this before the season starts,โ he pursed his lips thoughtfully, merely shrugging and taking bites of his ramen. โThink the car's going to be goodโI hopeโI'm bound to know in a week at preseason testing,โ
โIt will be! You'll do well,โ
โYou have that much faith in me?โ
โMr Three Times World Champion? Yeah,โ
โOver your own cousin?โ
โI have faith in both of you,โ you scrunch your nose at the mention of Jake, having to pit him and Heeseung against each other was unfairย
Heeseung clicked his tongue, letting out a 'tch'. โNot fair,โ
โIt is fair,โ you rolled your eyes at him, naturally and smoothly putting half an egg into his bowl that he gladly accepted.
โWill you mostly be at the Mclaren hospitality?โ
โNot during races. Will probably be at the garage. Depends on Jake though, wherever he goes, I'll go,โ
He finished the last of his ramen, nodding at your response. โIt'll be easier for me to find you, then,โ
โYou're saying it as if you've got something up your sleeves,โ
โHey, I just wanna see you,โ he threw his hands up in mock surrender, a sense of sincerity visible in his gaze.ย
โI'm not opposed to that,โ
โI'll come find you when you least expect it,โ he noted, and you shook your head, laughing quietly. โI'll take you out to dinner too, wherever you want,โ
โEven if it's just a simple ramen in your hotel room?โ
โI'll be down,โ Heeseung said without any hesitation. You couldn't tell if he genuinely loved ramen that much or he was just willing to be flexible for you. Maybe both.
โI'm looking forward to it,โ
โIt'll be on me, as a way of repayment,โ
โYou're already feeding me free ramen, I think you're fine,โ you gestured at the two empty bowls that were only filled with leftover soup.
โBetter food,โ he added, eyebrows rising in an attempt to have you tempted as well. โAt least, higher quality ramen," he paused, taking in your contemplating expression. โCome on, I want to do it, so let me, please?โ
You were grinning at his determination, and at the same time, you couldn't entirely reject his willingness. โWell โฆ if you're genuinely willing, then I'm alright with it,โ
Heeseung exhaled in both relief and victory, smiling quite stupidly at his success. โLet me treat you, okay?โ
You nodded, picking up the two bowls to place into the sink, swearing that you've got it and having to make him back down from washing them since had already done the cooking. โYes, yes, Mr World Champion,โ
He suddenly barked out a laugh, throwing his head back with ease. โYou've got to stop calling me that. I might not even be World Champion this season,โ
โWhy not?โ You steal a glance at him, noticing he was already watching you as you washed the dishes.ย
โWho knows? Anything can happen.โ
Anything can happen.ย
Heeseung had a feeling that wasn't just referring to his upcoming season, but also insinuating a change between you and him. Anything could literally happen. That was what scared him but also excited him.
It was going to be a long season ahead.
โ MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA, 2023
You finally understood Heeseung's popularity. Might've taken a while, but now, your eyes have been opened.ย
The season started off gracefully right after preseason testing. You found yourself running around quite a lot and being much busier than expected. The new life of working in a motorsport environment was humbling but also rewarding.
After the first two races, you slowly got used to the busier lifestyle, enjoying the trackside views and getting a better insight of what's happening in the garage.ย
Other than that, you weren't surprised Heeseung had bagged the opening races easily. You watched from the Mclaren garage as he crossed the finish line, leading up to him celebrating at the podium with some familiar faces. Jake almost came in close, but unfortunately, missed out on the podium. Still, it was a strong start.
That was the reason why trying to speak to Heeseung face-to-face was much more of a struggle than you'd initially thought. He was big, like big big. He was always swarmed post race, fans crowded him and constantly busy with many other duties. The only time you got to speak was congratulating him for his win, and the rest was left to iMessage.ย
Yet, you didn't miss his lingering gaze amongst the crowd of people. It was as if you were the only person there to him there and then.
The third race soon rolled around, meaning it was the Australian Grand Prix. Look, you loved Melbourne, but you swore your jet lag was about to take you out. It didnโt help that it was media day as well, which included having to partake in press conferences, video shoots and other promotional related things. Your legs werenโt getting much breaks either knowing youโd have to follow Jake around to all these.
Being Jakeโs assistant almost felt like you were babysitting a child sometimes. The morning of media day was rough. You couldnโt find Jake after leaving him at the garage for only a few minutes, only to come back to engineers and no driver that resembled a puppy in sight.ย
A headache wasnโt the ideal to welcome the first thing in the morning. You decided to rush out and walk around, texting him feverishly as you rounded the place. It was then you rounded a corner and focused too much on your phoneโpeople were right about not walking while using phonesโwhen you bumped into someone.
Heeseung.
His expression contorted into a mixture of shock, relief and happiness. You, yourself, felt like your breath was knocked out of you. Just staring at him was enough to have you rooted to the ground.
โHi,โ you exhaled, not giving a care if you looked abysmal at that moment, dressed in a papaya coloured work uniform.
โHey,โ his eyes visibly brightened up, a sweet smile slowly spreading. โWhat's got you so busy with your phone?โ He pointed at your phone, genuine curiosity sparkled in his irises.
โJake, that's what,โ you groaned, waving your phone in annoyance. โHe disappeared from the garage and he's supposed to be getting ready for press,โ
Heeseung suddenly looked guilty, which only prompted you to raise your eyebrow at him, signalling him to spill. โHe snuck out to find me, and I think he's already snuck back to the garage. Sorry about that,โ
โWhy are you guys acting like a forbidden couple sneaking around?โ
โWhat if we are?โ
You rolled your eyes at him, a habit that you found yourself doing a lot around him. โSure you are,โ you replied sarcastically, and it made him laugh.ย
โWhen will you let me take you out for dinner?โ Heeseung frowned, slipping his hands into his pockets and leaning back a bit.
โI'm free whenever,โ
โThat's a lie,โ
โFine. That is a lie,โ you sighed, remembering your busy schedule that was just as hectic as his. โThere's a few weeks break after this weekend, just before Baku,โ
โRight,โ the gears were turning in Heeseung's head, faintly recalling the season's schedule. โWill you be back in Monaco?โ
โI will,โ
โGreat,โ he was having a hard time hiding his true emotions, suppressing his big goofy smile into a nonchalant one. โI'll have a table booked, and I'll just text you the details,โ
โSounds amazing,โ it was beyond amazing.ย
Even though you two acted like it was only a normal dinner, both of you had a secret feeling it wasn't just that. Not at all. It was clear in the air that a certain emotion and tension lingered in the air, getting heavier as time passed.
โI've been dying to talk to you,โ he confessed out of the blue, taking you and him, apparently, by surprise. If you had to be honest, you felt the same. โMe being too caught up with everything and you adjusting to the job, I just wished we got to talk more rather than just texting,โ
โAre you saying that just because you keep losing at 8-Ball?โ It was true. Heeseung might be a good Formula One driver, but horribly skilled at iMessage games.
โNo,โ he was quick to deny it, but you knew he was just saving face, so you spared him and waved it off.
โKidding. I really wanted to talk to you too. It felt weird,โ
โWhat does?โ
โYou are so close but too far to reach. Youโre constantly surrounded, and it feels like I canโt reach you, it feels strange and distant, very foreign,โ you didnโt even realise youโve let the pent up amount of pining slip into your words, but it seemed he felt the same, being able to understand as his gaze softened. You were clutching onto your phone for dear life, knowing sweat was forming on your palm from the nervousness. โBut it's great to see you winning, the first two races were crazy,โ
โYou think so?โ
โI know so,โย
โSays the person who thinks the sport is just cars driving in circles,โ
โHey!โ you exclaimed, holding in your laugh as you watched Heeseung raise his eyebrows with a grin. โOkay, maybe Iโm slowly getting the hype,โ
โSo โฆ not fully, yet?โ
โYouโve got to show me more to fully get it,โ
Heeseungโs ears definitely perked up at what you said, but he didnโt want to overthink it and overanalyzed the hidden meanings behind it, so he tried keeping his nonchalant front. โIโll show you,โ he merely said, winking cheekily at you.
โAlright, World Champion. I think itโs also time for us to leave, especially you. Youโve got press with Jake,โย
โRight, almost forgot,โ he chuckled awkwardly, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. โI should probably go,โ
โYou should,โ
โIโll see you,โ he started walking backwards, not turning his back on you yet. โLet me know once youโre back. Iโll tell you the details once Iโve settled it,โ
โYouโve got it,โ
He nodded, still backing away stiffly and you wanted to burst out laughing at the way heโs acting. You crossed your arms, placing your weight on one leg, staring at him, amused. โYou know the Ferrari hospitality is in the opposite direction to where youโre heading, right?โ
He stopped in his tracks, then tilted his head, resembling a lost puppy. โIs it?โ
โYes, it is, Heeseung,โ you sighed, beckoning him to come forward.ย โLetโs just walk back together,โ
Heeseung was good at hiding his embarrassment. He could feel heat creeping up the back of his neck, but not reaching his face, instead to the tips of his ears. Yet, the moment he joined your side and saw your smile, every negative thought dissipated, and he let himself feel when heโs in your presence. His sly brush against your shoulders and hands didnโt go unnoticed by you. All you could do was hold your calm until you reached back to your own hospitality, seeing Jake there and you were silently grateful he didnโt stay in the garage.
โWhatโs got you so โฆ glowy this early in the morning?โ
You snapped up from your phone screen, meeting Jakeโs narrowed suspicious gaze. โWhat?โ
โDonโt just โwhatโ me, something happened, didnโt it? You seem so smiley and giddy,โ
Was it that obvious? โI donโt know what youโre talking about. Maybe itโs that overpriced smoothie I got for breakfast,โ
โI drank it too!โ
โMaybe itโs not working for you,โ you shrugged, facing a pouty Jake that was displaying his best attempt at sad teary eyes. โItโs the sad truth,โ
He huffed. โWhatever. We should get to the press before I get my ass beat,โ
โYeah, by me.โ
Jake eventually forgot about his whole suspicion on you once the race weekend arrived and passed. You consider yourself lucky for that. It was probably fated for what happened next. Him and Heeseung managed to claim their spots on the podium next to each other that race weekend, earning points for their championships and teams. It was one of those times where you ran to pull Jake in a big hug, just like old times.ย
In the midst of it all, seeing Heeseung approaching you brought out the instinct in you to pull him in a hug as well. Despite him being covered in sweat and you in another teamโs uniform, you and him both stood there as if it was only you two alone. You were able to speak to Heeseung for a bit, congratulating him and shaking him in excitement. Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing, but Heeseung pressed a kiss on your cheek, leaving you stunned. Before you could even give a reaction, he got whisked away, resulting in you and him each frowning and frazzled.ย
You stood there, all stunned and fingers softly touching the spot where his lips made contact with just a moment ago. The same lips that curved into a smile that you adored and spewed stupid jokes which never failed to make you laugh.
Snap out of it!
Oh.
You were utterly screwed.
โ MONTE CARLO, MONACO, 2023
Nothing felt better than being back to the comforts of your own home.
It was odd, calling Monaco your home now. If you had to be fully honest, you missed your real home. The place where you old friends and family stayed while you were currently miles away.ย
The ping from your phone eventually brought you out of your reminiscence and diverted your attention. It was good timing, or else you would've broken down crying thinking about it more.ย
hee(neigh)bour: free tonight?
you: yes!
hee(neigh)bour: expect me at 6 pm ;) we're going fancyyy
Was that winky face necessary? Yet, it still somehow made you laugh. It didn't last long once you realised the little time you had to get ready. Five hours wasn't enough. You needed a day to fully mentally and physically get yourself together.ย
Heeseung was taking you out to dinner. Was it a date? Did he think it was one? No, don't overthink it, it's just a dinner, a friendly dinner.ย
You didn't want it to stop at that, though. Shamelessly, you wanted it to be a date.
You wished you were lying when you said you spent two hours trying on outfits and rummaging through your closet for anything that was fancyyy, just as Heeseung mentioned. In the end, you settled for a dusty pink satin midi dress that you got online not long ago thanks to some tacky fashion blog. It was something you've barely worn before, the open back and silky material was probably the most fancy you could dig out from your closet.
The clock was ticking close to six, you made sure your makeup wasn't smudged or your purse wasn't left on the side of your couch, carelessly stumbling around as you balanced on one leg trying to get your heels on. Your heart shouldn't be beating over the normal speed, but it was. The moment your hand twisted the doorknob, clock ticking right at six o'clock, and with one twist of a hand, the door opened and the doorbell rang, you stood still.
โHeeseung,โ
โY/N, hey,โ he breathed out, gulping at the sight of you. The timing of your exit and his appearance collectively gave you and him a whiplash, but seeing him managed to calm your nerves a lot more.
Heeseung was dressed in a simple suit and tie, hair styled down, but still managing to be as handsome as ever. What really caught your eye was the small bouquet of flowers in his hand, explaining why he was shifting around nervously.ย
โI've got you flowers,โ he held it up, gaze held with expectations and a sweet smile facing you. It was a pretty and delicately made bouquet with colourful flowers. Cute. Both him and the bouquet.
โThank you,โ you accepted them from him, smiling wider, and it almost felt like you'd be smiling non stop whenever you're around him. โThey're really pretty,โ
โYou're really pretty too,โ he was quick to compliment you, too quick that even he didnโt realise until a beat later, reddening in surprise. โIโโ
โThanks, Hee, youโre really handsome too,โ you kept your cool, though feeling the heat creeping up your cheeks as well. In a third perspective, you two probably looked like blushing idiots.
He visibly straightened, clearing his throat and gradually regaining his composure. One thing Heeseung wasnโt going to do tonight was crumble, but with you around, itโs hard to say. โThank you. Shall we get going?โย
โYes! After I put the flowers away, wait a minute, okay?โ
Heeseung let out a soft โokayโ and laughed under his breath, watching you run back in and filling a vase full of water, proceeding to chuck the flowers in carelessly. Your heels were clicking against the floor noisily, and soon you were in front of him again, smiling abashedly. โIโll make sure to deal with the flowers more nicer when I get back,โ
Heeseung waved you off, guiding you forward. โNo worries about that, I can always get you new ones.โ
Heeseung mightโve not realised how lasting the effects of his words were, because you were a flustered mess while he continued on as if nothing happened. He couldnโt just say that and expect zero reactions from you!
The drive there mightโve been a little quiet from time to time, but you basked in the silence and admired the scenery of Monte Carlo. It almost felt like you were a kid in a new country again and was constantly wowed by new things. Apparently Heeseung could tell that about you. He occasionally casted glances at you, smiling mostly to himself when you were too caught up and blabbering about the most random things, listening to every one of them while you thought he wasnโt.ย
โNo, I have to agree, I think pouring milk after the cereal is much more โฆ normal than cereal after milk,โ Heeseung was holding back his laugh as he agreed with you when you two were walking to the restaurant.
โI know right! Say that to some of my colleagues,โ
โNo way,โ
โYes way,โ you displayed a horrified expression, but it only melted into a smile once you saw Heeseung's face.ย
You hated it. This unexplainable feeling you always had around Heeseung. It never faded away, but instead grew stronger and persisted as time passed. What was it? Why were you like this?
For the time being, you kicked aside the countless thoughts of Heeseung and actually tried to immerse yourself in the dinner with the real Heeseung in front of you. It was hard to concentrate entirely. Your main focus wasnโt even on the smoked salmon on your plate nor the ancient wine in your glass; it was on Heeseung.ย
He asked you about almost everything, putting the spotlight on you for most of the dinner, which was quite surprising for you. But what he failed to know was you having trouble formulating a proper answer considering how your mind couldnโt stop wandering over to him. It was annoying that he had completely taken over you and your head in the span of a few months.ย
It was even more annoying how nice and soft hearted he was. He proved that by telling you the bill was already paid and wholeheartedly declining your offer to pay back, insisting that he was the one who invited you out anyway. You could only accept your defeat, but promised him youโd treat him to some ramen.ย
The walk back to the car was excruciating. It was mostly silent, but that was not the problem, it was the tension filled air that made your skin crawl. You and him were both tired, and youโd said what you wanted to say during dinner, so comfortable silence eventually settled in the air. You could feel his lingering gaze on you, and you were sure he felt yours on him as well. It was just a waiting game for one of you to speak up at that point.ย
It mustโve been an unsaid rule. Heeseung didnโt think twice before opening the door of the passenger side for you, bambi-like eyes staring back at you, a small smile on his lips. โMโlady,โย
You cracked a smile at his behaviour, shaking your head slightly and thanked him as you got in. Everything happening before you almost gave you a sense of deja vu from months ago where you were last in his car. Back when you were barely friends but somehow there was an undeniable spark between you and him. Nothing has changed, neither the dynamics nor you and him in general, all of it was the same, but probably better.
โWhat are you thinking about?โ Heeseungโs voice drew you out from your small bubble of thoughts. It was then you realised that you were soon reaching the apartment complex.
โUs,โโ
Heeseung was quiet for a beat, the both of you processing what you said differently. His head snapped to look at you, and you gulped, cursing at yourself for letting your tongue loose. โI mean, the time we met,โ
โWhat about it?โ he kept his composure, you could tell that he did.
โIโm getting deja vu to the time we just met. Me in your car and weโre driving back to the apartment,โ you decided to be truthful, keeping your eyes straight ahead. โItโs nothing, really, itโs a little stupid,โ
โIt isnโt,โ Heeseung reassured. โItโs normal to reminisce once in a while, and itโs weird, you know? How our emotions and feelings work, itโs all complicated,โ
You glanced at him. Feelings and emotions were complicated, he said it almost like he had read your mind. He didnโt notice you staring at him, and continued on. โIโm just glad to have you here, in my life and โฆ in general. Didnโt realise how lonely I was in Monaco until you came into my life,โ
Your gaze softened at his words, unable to hide your small frown at the tone of his voice. He turned to look at you for a split second, then broke into a chuckle. โWhat Iโm trying to say is that youโre a good neighbour,โ he attempted at diffusing the heavy tension, eliciting a quiet scoff and an amused smile from you.ย
The rest of the journey was thankfully much lighter and easy going. Heeseung was too busy indulging in the music playing on the radio to notice you spacing out yet again. His words were dancing in your mind from time to time. You certainly didnโt miss the look in his gaze, even though it was merely a second.ย
As you let him hold your hand and lead you, you couldnโt help but feel giddy from a small action like this. Holding your hand tightly and offering his spare slippers to get you out of your heels were simple gestures, but why were they making you flush easily? Maybe it wasnโt just the actions, but also the person behind it.
Standing in front of your door, right beside his, you were facing him with a wavering attempt at maintaining eye contact. It was the same exact spot where you first met him, except this time around, you felt the complete opposite compared to then. Thinking about this spot, in front of your individual front doors, it was crazy that you and him had many encounters here. But at that moment, you stood with a different feeling and emotion, eyes holding a message for him to slowly decipher.
โI really enjoyed the dateโโ Did you really just say that? You swore youโd keep that to yourself!
Heeseung blinked, looking almost as if he was splashed with a bucket of cold water, totally shell shocked. โDate?โย
You, on the other hand, were freaking out at your own mistake. โIgnore that. Itโs a slip of the tongue, itโs stupid, oh my goshโโ
Heeseung was quick to wave his hands. โNo, no, itโs fine. IโuhโI really liked this date too,โ he was slowly smiling, not denying or correcting you. โI was hoping I can bring you out for another date again,โ he made sure to enunciate that word, making his intentions clear. โIf itโs all okay with you,โ
โIโm more than okay with it,โ you exhaled, needing to pinch yourself.ย
โGreat,โ he was good at hiding his joy, suppressing most of it into a smile and slipping his hands into his pants pockets to hide his clammy hands. โItโs time to clear out your schedules,โ
โYou sound like youโve already got something in store,โ
โMaybe, maybe not,โ he simply shrugged. โGet ready to be sick of me during these few weeks,โ
โLike Iโm not already sick of you,โ
โHey!โย
โKidding. If you charm me enough, Iโll probably even fall in love with you,โ
The gears in Heeseungโs head seemed to have turned, coming up with an idea that you couldnโt predict. You instantly recognised the familiar spark hidden behind his soft gaze, preparing yourself to hear him out on whatever he had hidden in his sleeves.ย
โGive me three dates,โ he started, the sincerity in voice contrasted with his playful smirk. Screw that, you werenโt prepared for that. โIโll charm you within these three dates,โ
โSeriously? Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?โ
โThatโs exactly what Iโm trying to do,โ he didnโt even bother to hide it nor make up excuses, being much more straightforward than you expected. Who gave this man the sudden surge of confidence? โFour dates. I'll plan them and it'll be spontaneously timed,โ
โDo you have the time for that, though? The season's scheduleโโ
โForget about that, I'll make it work. Just let me take you out on a few dates, how does that sound?โ
โSounds fantastic,โ it felt like he had knocked the air out of your lungs.ย
Heeseung nodded slowly, seemingly digesting it all too, his smile never once slipped. โFantastic,โ he repeated after you, and it had unknowingly become a habit he picked up on. โI'll let you know when's the first date. Any preference?โ
โI have faith in you, Hee,โ
โI won't let you down,โ his promise sounded like it had a deeper meaning behind it from the tone of his voice. He was serious about making you fall in love with him, but the thing was you already were halfway there. The effort coming from him only made you cave in more and more. โIt's getting late, I'm sure you're tired. Should we โฆ" he gestured at the front doors.ย
โOh right, yeah,โ you were too deep into the whole conversation to realise you were still standing in front of your apartment. It was embarrassing for you to admit that you weren't willing to leave so soon and wanted to spend more time with Heeseung. You could always invite him overโno, waitโthat sounds wrong, you're not going for third base. All you could do was nod along and act casual. Playing hard to get, that was the plan, right?ย
โI had a nice time tonight, Hee, thanks for dinner,โ
โIt was my pleasure. I had a nice time finding out your punk phase in middle school too,โ
โOkay, shut up,โ you rolled your eyes, remembering the precise moment where you and Heeseung shared stories about each of you. Your big mouth just had to let it slip. โIt was the past, and it was a phase,โ
The mischievous smile persisted on his pretty face. โI would like to see it come to life again,โ
โNo you don't,โ you poked his shoulder with a finger, and you let a beat pass, not removing it just yet. Heeseung arched an eyebrow in question, maintaining eye contact with you.ย
The fingertip pressed against his shoulder eventually travelled upward and your palm pressed onto the same area. Your touch was gentle, fingers holding onto his shoulder lightly. โGoodnight, Hee,โ
He visibly gulped, surprised at how close you've gotten in a split second. Not to mention, your touch on his shoulder was burning into his skin. It was such a small and simple gesture, yet he was crumbling from the inside.ย
โGoodnight,โ he mustered everything and managed to say, excusing the scarlet painted cheeks and ear tips.ย
Once you removed your hand from his shoulder, he felt like he could finally breathe again. Was it normal to feel this way? To be completely knocked out of breath in a way? To be enamoured of you?ย
With one last exchange of goodbyes, you disappeared behind your front door, leaving Heeseung there in the corridor to himself where he stood rooted to the ground, fingers grazing against the spot you had touched earlier, head tilted to one side and tongue wetting his lips in deep thought.
Then there was you, standing behind your door. Everything from the dinner up till now, you had to digest and process it.ย
Because, that was all you needed to know to realise that you liked Heeseung, and you could only let time make you fall completely.ย
โ THE 1ST DATE, MONTE CARLO, MONACO, 2023
โHeโs taking you out on dates? Three dates?โ
Kim Minjeong, your beloved best friend who stayed miles away from you, was screaming into your ear through the phone at nine in the morning. She was one of the closest friends you have that you kept in contact with, considering the amount of years youโve spent together too. Now, you were in Monaco while she was in London, yet you were glad the distance didnโt stop you from being friends.
โThe Lee Heeseung? That F1 champion?โ she had been gasping nonstop throughout the phone call, and you didnโt blame her, it was a lot to take in.ย
โEven you know him? Gosh, was I that oblivious? I truly think I was unprepared for the job,โ you sighed, weighing the phone between your ear and shoulder as you attempted at picking an outfit for Heeseungโs first date.
โWay too oblivious. This was why I told you to come to the UK! Football is massive here, youโd be fit for a job anywhere,โ
โWell, Jake practically begged me and I was unemployed so I took the chance,โ you fling aside an overly fancy dress that was not fit for the casual, huffing quietly. Apparently, Heeseung had planned a dinner by the beach, taking you to watch the sunset before that too. Talk about being such a romantic guy, huh? โBesides, the pay was โฆ convincing too,โ
Minjeong barked out a humorous laugh that was mixed with disbelief, and you could almost picture her shaking her head, giving you that specific disapproving look. โOkay, whatever. Tell me more about this guy and the dates,โ
โHeeseung? Heโs nice, caring, funny, and just easy to be around,โ
โCome on, there must be more than those plain descriptions,โ
Of course there was. Heeseung was more than words could ever describe. He was a breath of fresh air on a summer's day, the type that was cooling and calm on a scorching hot day, soothing the burn on your skin. One look into his eyes was enough to fill you with contentment, everything about him was what you wished to have, but whether or not you could, you didn't know.
โThere isโฆโ your voice faltered into a whisper.
โOh my God, you have a crush, don't you?โ Minjeong practically screamed into your ear once again, making you recoil away from the phone for a second, wincing in pain. โYou are just shy, I know it. You were always like this!โ
You were in no place to correct her, she knew you through and through. โFine, yes, I do fancy himโโ
โYou admitted it!โ
โWell, yeah, after someone here egged me on,โ you grumble quietly, listening to her giggles, knowing damn well she has a big wide grin plastered on her face. โI think I do like him,โ you finally set down your chosen outfit, sitting on your bed in a slumped posture, mostly in defeat.
โYou'll know over time, like, for sure. Based on my own experiences, when you're at that stage of thinking you like him, you tend to be in denial at firstโโ you rolled your eyes at that point, being heavily guilty, โthen, you'd accept it, and fall harder and harder. Suddenly, you know you like him and boom, you're in deep!โ
F.M.L.ย
Everything she said had struck a point, and you being in the denial stage was already proving one of them. โYou'reโIโI don't think you're wrong,โ
โI know I'm not. Just do what you feel is right, 'kay? He's into you too, don't overthink it! Man's planned four dates just for you to fall for him is already a clear sign,โ
โYou think?โ
โDon't be stupid, Y/N. Anyone can tell how much Heeseung likes you.โ
Anyone can tell how much Heeseungs likes you. That was the only thing running through your head for the rest of the time you got ready. It finally hit you that you had finally accomplished a little progress: admitting your feelings, but the problem was youโre literally seeing him in a few hours. How were you going to act normal around him? All of this was bringing back to your highschool years where you last felt the same as you were now, all giddy and preoccupied with thoughts of him.ย
Leading up to the minute when your doorbell rang, signalling the presence of Lee Heeseung at your doorstep. Before opening the door, you did what youโve never done, which was nervously tucking your hair behind your ears. What has gotten into you? The moment you pulled the door open, you were faced with him, the same man you were thinking about for God knows how long. He was in a simple outfit. White tee and light blue jeans, an outfit that totally complimented his tall and lean stature, plus his sun kissed skin that you ever so appreciate. He was absolutely gorgeous.
โI got you some flowers,โ he revealed a small bouquet of tulips in different colours. โI figured the last one was probably wilting so I got you new ones,โย
You accepted it from him, cheeks matching the pink tulips amongst the bunch. He stuck to his words, though you didnโt believe it was true in the first place, mainly treating them light heartedly. โThank you. You didnโt need to, you know?โ
โI want to, donโt worry. Itโs not hurting my wallet anyway,โ he shrugged, not missing a chance to sweep his eyes along your body. โBesides, I like seeing you smile whenever you get them,โ
That only got you flushing a deeper hue of pink. One thing about him was the fact that he knew his ways with words, and he was aware that he has an effect on you, so what more than to use both to its advantage. โThank you then,โ you turned to rush back inside to place the flowers away, but in actuality, you needed to hide your blushing face from Heeseung.
The drive to Larvotto beach was calming. Heeseungโs convertible car had its sunroof open the whole time, the evening air was cooling against your skin, and the sun was soon to set. You let yourself look over at Heeseung, watching his hair flow along the wind, a carefree expression on his face. He was always pretty, but seeing him under the dimming sun, it only made your heart tighter and eyes brighter.ย
โIs it your first time here?โ The beach was never the first place youโd thought to go to, especially when youโre not the biggest fan either. However, having Heeseung here made it an exception, or were you just biased? You werenโt complaining about having a personal tour guide either way.
โIt is. I donโt think Iโve travelled much ever since I got here,โ you kicked the sand with your feet, slightly thankful to have worn beach appropriate shoes.ย
โThereโs a lot of hidden gems here, Iโll bring you there during the break,โ
You raised an eyebrow at him, tilting your head to one side. โAre you suggesting something? Hey, Lee Heeseung, why are you being so nice to me?โ
โItโs because I like you,โ no sugarcoating, neither did he flinch nor cower as he said it, face remaining impassive. You, however, were standing there with a thumping heart, mind practically yelling โdid he just say thatโ and โsay somethingโ over again. Almost every possible word died on the tip of your tongue, leaving you stunned.ย
What happened next only increased your confusion. Heeseung laughed. Right, you werenโt hallucinating whatsoever, he genuinely choked out a laugh, an awkward laugh, to be exact, and you were there questioning if his insanity was intact.
โForget it, itโs nothing,โ he waved it off, breathing deep and shaking his head.ย
โItโs not โnothingโ, Hee,โ you frowned, crossing your arms and nudging him with your shoulder.ย
โOkay, I drank a little before this,โ he smiled, the same foolish smile that he sported around you, but soon it faltered. โYou donโt need to say anything,โ his voice softened. โJust โฆ forgive me if I made you uncomfortable,โ
โYouโd never make me feel uncomfortable,โ you were fidgeting with your fingers this time, unsure why you didnโt answer him back when you knew you liked him too. Were you scared? โThank you,โ
It was Heeseungโs turn to be confused. โFor what?โ
โFor telling me, and โฆ letting me know what I can do with my feelings next,โ you needed time to sort everything out, and Heeseung understood that, but he also couldnโt resist being slightly curious about what you said. It was an unspoken fact that lingered in the air, from the first meeting until present, there had always been a spark between you two. You knew that, Heeseung knew that, but you were both just waiting for the right time to act on it.ย
Heeseungโs soft smile reassured you a little more, and you knew there was nothing thatโd make it awkward between you and him. You turned away from him, hiding the tinge of red gradually spreading on your cheeks. โItโs really pretty here,โ the sun was already setting, painting the sky a darker shade of blue. The bright lights coming from the buildings nearby illuminated the area, bursting through the dark, just the same as the stars connecting the both of you burning brighter.ย
You were looking around, unaware that Heeseung had his gaze on you instead, a faint smile pulled at his lips, a certain longing gleaming in his brown irises. โIt really is.โ
To your relief, the dinner wasnโt stiff or awkward, it flowed much more naturally than you expected. Heeseungโs sudden confession was truly out of the blue, but you blame yourself more for freezing like a deer in headlights. What could you do, feelings were odd, and you just werenโt fully ready right there and then. The scenery around got to take your mind off him though, basking in the bright lights and music, enjoying good food and company, you were thankful for it.
Just like the other night, you and him ended up in front of your front door by the end of the night. It was almost a reenactment of it too. He was staring at you and you stared back, both of you just standing there without wiping your stupid smiles away, as if playing a game about who would speak first. Spoiler, itโs you.
โThanks for tonight โฆ again,โ
โMy pleasure โฆ again,โ he mimicked your words, eliciting a scoff of disbelief from you, that grin on your face only widening, contrasting to your pointed glare. But soon it melted into a much more apologising stare, and you started biting your lips out of habit.ย
โIโm sorry for the way I acted earlier by the way, I shouldnโt have kept quiet,โ
Heeseung sighed, shoulders dropping a little, but he reassured you another time. โItโs fine, really. I get it, you were shocked, I shouldnโt have done it either,โ
โNoโwellโyeah, but I donโt want you to get the wrong idea of me rejecting you or something, Iโm not, okay? I just need some time,โ
Heeseung seemed to look amused instead, lips curving up into a wider smile, twinkling eyes filled with a sense of adoration that you failed to notice. โI know,โ
โYou know?โ
โI know. Y/N, you donโt need to explain anything to me, you donโt owe me an explanation whatsoever. Itโs your feelings and whatโs mine is mine,โ he reached over to brush a strand of hair that fell onto your face. His action rendered you motionless, you found yourself holding your breath for a split second, gaze wandering around his features screaming โyouโre insane!โ He was, in fact, insane, crazy even to pull this stunt on you, whereas you were too buzzed from the cocktails to form a proper reaction to it.ย
โOh,โ you breathed out, realising you needed to get more alcohol in your system to fully take everything in. If only you had known earlier that having a crush would be this complicated, then maybe you wouldnโt have one in the first place. But it was impossible anyway, Lee Heeseung knew his way to your heart. Screw him. Unlike your mini rant in your head, your face lit up at the mention of his name, drawing his attention instantly. โWould you like to โฆ join me for a drink?โ
It was an invitation that meant more than what it seemed, one that told him you've opened your heart to him, letting him in.ย
โA drink?โ from the sound of his voice, he already sounded convinced, but mildly surprised at your sudden offer.ย
โYes, or maybe a few,โ you smoothly unlocked your door, blinking at him with a teasing grin.
Heeseung let out a chuckle at the sight of you, so inviting and jumpy, absentmindedly filling his heart with more adoration, eventually having no choice but to cave in. Well, he has to push his trainer and nutritionist to the back of his mind and place you in the centre of it. โI canโt say no to that,โ
โBe my guest.โ you pushed the door open, dropping an arm around Heeseungโs shoulder as he passed, then closed the door to start a night of deep talks paired with red wine.
That night, you fell asleep at four in the morning, surprisingly with Heeseung by your side. One bottle led to another, and soon, you were both drunk, slumped on the couch in a stupor. Before Heeseung could realise or even form a single conscious thought, he had fallen asleep. Letโs just say the morning after could only be described with โhungoverโ, โdead tiredโ but also, โfilled with a new found loveโ. Maybe all it took was a drunken night with secrets told to get you one step closer to fully admit your liking.
โ THE 2ND DATE, BAKU, AZERBAIJAN 2023
You wished your break lasted forever. In a blink of an eye, you're suddenly in a new country with a lasting jet lag. It wasn't just you who thought that either, it was the entirety of the garage.ย
Another day, another race. You had to remind yourself that the season's schedule hasn't even reached halfway yet and there's still more to come, which is why you shouldn't expect a quick freedom from work.
โWhat did you do over the short break?โ Jake stared expectantly at you as you handed him his gloves, the garage was filled with loud buzzing noises of metal.ย
โI went on a date,โ
Jake's eyes almost bulged out of his head at your casual response. โYou what?โ
โI went on a date,โ you repeated a little harshly this time, handing him his balaclava that he didn't bother to put on until he was satisfied with your responses.
โI need more details,โ
โThere's not much details,โ
โWho was it?โ
โI don't want to say,โ
โWhy not? Is he some socialite? Monaco's filled with rich upper class people,โ
Your lips were pressed into a thin line, narrowing your gaze at him, visibly unamused. โRich? Yes. Socialite? Not really,โ
โWhy are you making me guess?โ He crossed his arms, clearly agitated at your reluctance.
โWhy are you butting into my business when you're supposed to be putting thisโโ you pointed feverishly at the balaclava in his hand, โโon and getting your ass into the car,โ
โCan't your sweet ol' cousin know?โ He grumbled, finally pulling on the white balaclava over his head.ย
โYou'll know when the time is right,โ you said with a finality in your tone, and Jake huffed in annoyance but not making another comment.
You wished him good luck and after you pressed an encouraging kiss against his cheek, he left to prepare for the race that was about to begin in less than an hour.ย
Sitting amongst your coworkers, you were discussing with them about the possibility of winning, watching the race on a screen. The orange Mclaren cars were seen zooming past, climbing higher on the scoreboard.
However, your eyes were particularly set on a specific name. 'LEE' paired with a Ferrari logo, was sitting high on top of the leaderboard. Of course he was, you thought.
An hour had passed and with one last lap to go, Heeseung was fighting with Jay from Mercedes to snatch first place on the podium. You held your breath for a minute, eyes flickering between the timer and the cars that were inching close to one another. Then there it was, Heeseung's red Ferrari overtook Jay's silver Mercedes and crossed the finish line, a chequered flag waving in the air and you fell backwards onto your seat.
โLee Heeseung yet again,โ one of your colleagues, Keeho, breathed out in astonishment.ย
โHe's the ace for a reason,โ Chaewon, your favourite PR manager and another one of your colleagues, added thoughtfully.ย
The garage still had a reason to celebrate nonetheless. Jake came in third, securing another podium for him this season, meanwhile his teammate, Dokyeom secured fourth place, missing out narrowly for a spot on the podium. The team was in high spirits knowing there were points scored and their efforts were not in vain.ย
While you were stuck in the garage celebrating with your colleagues, Jake and Heeseung were chilling in the cool down room, a place where drivers recover after a race, before heading out to the podium. Jake was eyeing Heeseung, a little thought in mind.
โSo โฆ what were you up to over the break? Didn't hear someone calling out for a small party or something,โ Jake whispered quietly enough so that only both him and Heeseung could hear it.
Heeseung shrugged, unaware of Jake's intentions. โI trained, ate, went shopping and had a dateโโ
โA date you say โฆโ his mind began to work, suspicions increasing further. โFunny, interesting โฆโ
Heeseung pulled a face at Jake's odd behaviour, leaning his body away from the younger. โYou're being weird,โ
โWell, I'm just thinking,โ he waved his friend off, smiling devilishly. โPlus, since when does Lee Heeseung go on dates?โ
โEver since a few weeks ago,โ Heeseung grumbled, taking bigger gulps from his bottle.
โI see,โ Jake smirked, enjoying teasing the hell out of Heeseung. โTreat her well, Lee,โ he meant that even though he made it sound lighthearted. It wasn't hard to piece two and two together, he just didn't want to poke his nose into your business.ย
โI will, like my heart depends on it.โ
The rest of the day eventually consisted of team celebrations and lots of picture taking with the media team. You accompanied Jake until the end and you felt like you could breathe once again when your back touched the bed of your hotel room.
It was barely evening time and you were already begging for sleep, even when Chaewon came in to invite you for dinner at some restaurant nearby, you had to decline and promised there'll be a next time. The silence in the room was what accompanied you while you texted Jake, rolling your eyes at some stupid comments he made, until you paused at the sight of a new notification.
championhee: up for an impromptu date?
you: i'm too tired to go out :(
championhee: who said we're going out? send me your room number and the floor you're in, i'll be there soon
That got you sitting up real fast.ย
Heeseung was coming to your room and you're dressed unprepared, looking equally unready. You threw on a decent looking outfit, one that didnโt seem that you tried too hard, but at least your effort could be recognised. It was a fact you never worked well with sudden plans, this was an example of it.
You couldnโt even concentrate on the screen of your phone, attention constantly diverting to the door, knowing Heeseung would turn up at any minute. At this point, tiredness completely disappeared from your body, leaving you awake and alert enough for a date.ย
Speaking of the devil.
The thoughts of him manifested into reality when you heard the knocks on your door, a quiet hum coming from the other side. It didnโt take a beat to know it was Heeseung. Your familiarity of him by now was astounding, almost as if you had his memorised and imprinted into your senses without your knowledge. You broke into a smile at the realisation of his presence, bounding towards the door to whip it open, meeting his smiling eyes.
โHey, pretty,โ
There it was again, that pet name he reserved specially for you, just you and no one else. It didnโt help that his messy, newly washed hair was falling perfectly onto his forehead, skin clad in a loose white t-shirt, a killer combo for you.ย
โAre you not going to let me in or โฆ?โย
Youโve stared too long, haven't you? Snapping out of your shameless ogle session, you opened the door wider, stepping away. โCome in, please,โย
โI brought some takeaway,โ he held up two bags of food, flashing you a toothy grin that made his cheeks puff cutely.ย
โSweet,โ you helped him with the bags, setting them on a low table, gesturing for him to make himself comfortable, and so he did.ย
Heeseung sat himself down on the carpeted floor, manoeuvring the table closer to him before staring at your every movement across the room. Stars were lingering in his irises, he was looking at you like you were the brightest one in the sky. You turned around just in time to catch his gaze, a feeling of fireworks bursting in your heart. He didnโt need any words to convey his emotions, all it took was a single look at you.
โLetโs eat,โ he patted on the spot next to him.
You nodded, casting him a friendly smile and sat down at that exact spot. You accidentally brushed against his shoulder from time to time, even as you reached for the food, you would make contact with him, the touches alone were enough to send an electric shock between you two. Nervous glances and small talks were exchanged, you could feel the tension in the air and you didnโt know if it was the beer Heeseung brought or you were just going insane.
โLee Heeseung,โ his name contrasted to the bitter aftertaste of beer on your tongue. By then, a few cans of beer were consumed, your eyes were starting to droop and to you, Heeseung was the universe at that moment. โYour attempts to make me fall in love are failingโฆโ
โHm?โ The much sober man sitting next to you was leaning over to catch a better glimpse of you, curiosity and dread welling up in his throat at the sound of your words.
โBecauseโฆI think Iโve already been in love with you since the beginning,โย
Heeseung almost saw his life flash in front of his eyes. You were there in front of him, in all your glory, saying something that you probably wouldnโt remember in the morning whereas it would just stay with Heeseung until the day he dies. You couldnโt even sit straight, cheeks tainted pink and breath smelling like cheap beer, but you said those words with so much clarity that even Heeseung forgot you were drunk for a second.
โWโwhat?โ
โLee Heeseung,โ you repeated his name again, and Heeseung swore he was much nervous now compared to fighting for his championship. โYouโre right. Emotions and feelings are weird, I donโt know why but every time I see you โฆ I just feel โฆโ you pointed at your heart, โmy heart feels full,โ
โAre you drunk?โ
โYeah,โ
โDid you mean what you say?โ
โYeah,โ
Heeseung heaved a small sigh, lips forming a small smile. He got a hold of your arm, gently lifting you to your feet. โLetโs get you to bed, itโs late,โ
โItโs only ten! Plus, theyโre out clubbing, you can stay longer,โ you pleaded, pulling on his sleeves despite barely having any energy left yourself. โI want you to stay,โ
โI didnโt know you were this clingy when youโre drunk,โ he mumbled under his breath, eyes following your movement as you climbed into bed, tucking yourself under the covers. โIโll stay,โ
โReally?โ
โReally.โ
Heeseung was always a man of his words. He sat next to your sleeping figure, having not much to do and thus was left to think about what you said earlier on. This was a first for him in a long time, to experience a complicated amount of feelings heโs never had until he met you and letting himself be vulnerable around you. What were you doing to him? Even when he left your room to walk back to his, all he could think of was your face and the look you had when you were with him.
It was the first time he has seen you so open to him. Maybe you were the same back when you drank together, but to be fair, Heeseung was equally drunk to even remember the full details. This time around, he got to see you and the secret messages hidden behind your gaze. That night, just like the first night he met you, he was in bed stuck awake just thinking about you.ย
โ THE 3RD DATE, MIAMI, USA, 2023
You were sure you embarrassed yourself in front of Heeseung that night in the hotel room. Waking up to a headache with minimal recollection the next morning had you realising drinking was truly your biggest enemy. However, you were surprised to see water and aspirin already prepared on your bedside table, and no, it wasnโt Chaewon that placed it considering she was knocked out flat. It was Heeseung.ย
Groaning further into your pillow, you saw his messages asking if you were fine, to which you replied yes, but hesitating whether you should bring up the conversation you had. Look, you barely remembered it, but you knew you said something along the lines of being in love with him. That alone had you kicking your pillows in frustration.
Now here you were, in the middle of Miami, preparing for another week of work. The jet lag wasnโt even giving you a headache, it was Heeseung and the thought of him that caused it.ย
He seemed fine, completely normal both over text and in person, but you just had a feeling that night had shifted something in the air someway or another. Worst part of all, you were both ignoring it, or you assumed Heeseung had brushed it under the rug.ย
You pushed the thought to the back of your mind for the time being, going forward with the work you had on hand and busying yourself just to forget about him. But how could you do that when he loved announcing his presence at random times?ย
It wasnโt even the weekend yet, precisely the evening before media day when Heeseung sent you a message. โDate?โ was self explanatory, but once he turned up on the doorstep of your hotel room, you feared your heart wasnโt going to last at the sight of him.ย
โHi,โ you greeted rather awkwardly, trying to keep the door open while slipping on your shoes. Heeseung managed a smile, helping you hold onto the door and waited for you until you finally rushed out, joining his side.ย
โHey, you good?โ Heeseung turned to look at you, sincere concern laced in his voice. It was probably your stiff smile or unnaturalness that he noticed, not knowing that you were troubled by the things you said to him.
โIโm good, very good,โ you assured, though partially lying, casting a side glance at him. โI didnโt think youโd bring me out on a date right before the race weekend,โ
โItโs our last date out of the three I promised, and I want it to be on a day where weโre both not tired and fighting for our lives,โ he leaned his head down slightly to catch your eyes, flashing you a playful smirk. โPlus, the date I planned requires a little more โฆ energy,โ
โEnergy?โ
Energy and strength were truly what you needed. Heeseung had planned a skating date all along, a disco skating one, not to mention. It seemed that he had done his research too, the place wasnโt far from the hotel and you were able to make it there by foot. In no time, the two of you entered the indoor skating rink, the dim coloured lights and loud music welcomed you.
You waited on a bench until Heeseung came back with two pairs of skates, making big steps towards you with an excited bounce in his steps. Watching him and that stupid grin he has on his face totally had your heart flipping, mind yelling at you and eyes shining brightly. If it wasnโt obvious to him, you were sure others wouldโve already noticed either way.ย
โHave you done this before?โ you took the skates from him and he plopped down next to you, turning his head at the mention of your question.ย
โSkate? I have. Sunghoon is really good at this, on ice too. He brought me and some of the guys skating before,โ his hands moved fast, pulling the skates on and lacing them within a minute, then noticing you havenโt even got yours on yet. โHere,โ he gently took the skates from your hold, getting up and kneeling down to put them on for you.
โYโyou donโt need toโโ
โItโs fine, Y/N. Let me,โ he was staring up at you, and at that moment, in the dim lights, shadows on his face drawing out his beaming eyes, you felt something new. Heeseung glanced up once more, hands tying your laces skillfully. โAre you okay? You look a little โฆ red,โ
You didnโt even realise how hot you were feeling despite being in an air conditioned room. Were you okay? No, thanks to the man before you that always successfully has you become a flustered mess. โYโyeah, fine, completely fine,โ
By the time he was done, you swore you had trouble breathing every time he looked up at you. Something so casual turned into something more than just that. You had to remind yourself not to give in easily, but seeing him offer his hand and feeling the touch of his skin made your knees weak. โShall we?โ
โTruth be told, Iโm a little scared,โ
โFirst time?โ
โNot really,โ you frowned, your other hand coming to grip onto Heeseungโs forearm once you entered the rink. โJust โฆ balancing skills,โย
โHold onto my hand, I got you,โ he squeezed your hand in reassurance, skating side by side and never loosening his hold once. โListen to the music, it helps,โย
He wasnโt entirely wrong. With the help of ABBA and some Fleetwood Mac, you found yourself enjoying this more than you expected. It was much better when you finally gained the momentum and were able to balance better. Okay, there were a few slips and trips, but it only gave you and Heeseung a laugh, and seeing the way his lips curve into a smile, eyes forming a crescent shape, your face unknowingly smiled along.
โAre you ready?โย
You whipped your head to look at him, absolutely puzzled. โWhat?โ
Heeseung let go of your hand, but before you could panic or slip, he slowed down until he was directly behind you, hands holding onto your waist. The foreign feeling of his touch on your waist had knocked the air out of your lungs, your body instantly turning still under his fingers.ย
โHey! This wasnโt part of the plan,โ you tried turning your head over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him, but you only heard his laugh.
โI wanted to get closer to you,โ at that, you could practically feel his front almost pressing against your back, and you wondered where he got the sudden confidence from. โCan I get closer to you?โ his breath was basically fanning against the shell of your ear, and as each second passed, you found your will crumbling.
โYeah, whatever you want,โ you coughed, trying to seem nonchalant, but knowing you were gradually failing at that. You were glad your back was facing Heeseung so that he didnโt have any chance to see your reaction. You were left in a blushing mess, unaware of how Heeseung was stifling his laugh behind you.ย
Once your legs got tired from constantly skating around the rink and you were starting to be sick of the repeated songs, you and Heeseung decided it was time to leave. On the way back to your hotel, you were walking hand in hand, barely much space in between you and him. You glanced at him briefly, pursing your lips in thought.ย
โThanks for taking me out tonight. I didnโt know you were skilled at skating just as much as driving a racecar,โ
โItโs my side gig,โ he joked, smiling when you started laughing quietly. โI hope you enjoyed it. I wanted the third date to be something special, but most importantly, for you to have fun,โ
โI had fun, just not the times I almost fell and broke my ankle,โ you exaggerated, but half of it was semi-true.
โI would be there to catch you if you fall,โ
โOh, my knight in shining armour,โ you fanned yourself, leaning your shoulder against his. You felt his shoulder shaking slightly from chuckling, seemingly bemused by you. โCan I tell you something?โ
โGo ahead,โ
โI donโt want this to be our last date,โ
Heeseung gave your hand a squeeze, maybe out of reflex or instinct, you didnโt know, but it was definitely unconsciously done. He slowly turned to meet your eyes, you didnโt expect the constellations of hope, confusion and love weaved in his irises, shining brightly as if they were trying to tell you a message in an unspoken language that only he understood.ย
โThen it wonโt be our last,โ Heeseung almost sounded relieved, glad that it wasnโt just him that felt this way. โWho said Iโll stop talking to you after this? Youโre unfortunately stuck with me whether you like it or not,โ
โSounds like a curse,โ
โYouโre not complaining either,โ
โIโm not,โ you bumped his shoulder with yours, flashing him a teasing grin that he reciprocated. โAre you walking me all the way to the door?โ
Heeseung shot you a look of deadpan, as if asking โare you hearing yourself?โ โIโm not one to dump you down in the lobby and leave, am I?โ
โTouche,โ
All the way up to your room, you couldnโt help yourself from casting frequent glances at him. He was real, so real and breathing next to you. Yet, why did he seem so hard to have whenever your heart screamed for him? He was Lee Heeseung, a three times world champion that everyone loves and probably countless girls chase, you were just โฆ you. Somehow, you were the one he chose.
โWill you let me take you out on a date some other time again?โ Heeseungโs hand finally left yours, now standing in front of you and facing your hotel door, the number โ111โ reminded him of his carโs number, number one.ย
โWell โฆ Iโll have to see, maybe,โ you placed a hand on your chin, playfully irking him on, liking the way his tongue poked against the insides of his cheek. โIโm kidding, of course you can, I love spending my time with you,โ
โYou do?โ
โIf I donโt I wouldnโt have gone on these dates with you, Hee, obviously I love being with you,โ the words wouldnโt stop pouring out, whether or not you were aware of it, Heeseung felt heat travelling up to the tips of his ears. โLetโs just say the objective of this whole date plan was achieved,โ
It didnโt hit Heeseung until a second later. Did that mean the things you said that night were true? Not that he didnโt believe them either, he just thought he had heard you wrongly, or more rather he tried convincing himself that. Before Heeseung could utter a response, you spoke first, fully aware of what you said and your intended meaning behind it.
โThanks again, for tonight and everything, Hee. I do have the best time whenever Iโm with you,โ you breathed deeply, fighting the urge to just turn around and run away instead of being in this tension filled environment. โI should get going now, and you too. Text me when youโre back, okay? Goodnight,โ
โGoodnight, Y/N. Donโt sleep too late.โ
You nodded, turning around to unlock the door with your keycard, but the moment you heard a click sound, you didnโt immediately make a dash inside unlike the initial thought you had in mind. Instead, you faced Heeseung once more, noticing the confused smile he had on his face. Hell, you couldnโt believe youโre doing this.
Almost like a flash, you practically jumped towards him, pressing a kiss on his cheek that somehow landed much closer to his mouth. Your aim was ass, but it seemed neither of you mind. Heeseung definitely was the one who looked the most amused. His gaze was sweeping your figure, tongue poking out to sweep across his bottom lip.
โBye!โ
โY/Nโโย
That was when Heeseung snapped out of his momentary daze, but he was too late, you had already made your escape by slamming the door behind you. Standing there, heart beating quick, adrenaline coursing through your veins, you broke into a foolish smile, giggling all to yourself.ย
โHave you gone insane?โ
Chaewon peeped her head out from the bathroom, toothbrush hanging in his mouth, a humoured, yet concerned expression staring back at you. She most likely heard your hushed self talk and giggles, then presumed youโve probably hit your head somewhere or got drunk.ย
You grinned at her.
โInsane? Yeah.โ
โ MONTE CARLO, MONACO, 2023
Being back in Monaco for the grand prix was both a blessing and a curse. For the pros, you get to stay in your lovely home instead of hotel rooms, as for the cons, work was all you could think of. At least youโd get a comfortable bed to sleep in after a long day at the circuit.
Over the course of two weeks after that night in Miami, you realised you havenโt seen Heeseung much in person. He was busy in Italy even though the race was cancelled, mustโve been a Ferrari driver thing that he claimed over text. You were equally piled with work and personal matters too. Who knew the role of being Jakeโs trainer slash assistant was stressful enough to wish you were strangling your own cousin.ย
Thankfully, there was something better to look forward to compared to the current downside in your life. Minjeong, the person youโve been waiting all month for, was finally in Monte Carlo, specifically in your house, catching up with the copious amount of drama about every aspect of your life.ย
โOkay, enough about the annoying team principal,โ Minjeong held her hand up, catching you off guard and dumbfounded. โI need to cut to the important part, your love life. Heeseung! Youโve barely been telling me about him,โ
โIโwellโthereโs some good and bad things about my encounters with him,โ you winced, recalling your drunken moment and that time on the beach. โThe dates are all good, but I think the problem is me,โ
โHow so? Spill,โ
โHe told me he liked me,โ
โWhat did you say?โ
โI panicked,โ
Minjeong was rendered speechless, silence overtaking your embarrassed smile while your best friend stared at you, unamused. โAnd why would you do that?โ
โGod, I donโt know,โ you threw your hands up in defeat, body falling back into the couch. โThe thing is, I donโt think I was ready. I was still figuring shit out, and it just โฆ happened? I feel like a dickhead,โ
โItโs normal, your feelings werenโt clear. He didnโt even react badly, thatโs a plus point,โ you listened to Minjeong, nodding along in agreement. โSo, have you set your feelings straight now?โ
โI have, I really do like him, I think Iโm going insane at this point,โ you ran a hand through your hair, chewing on your bottom lip. โI even told him Iโm in love with him when I was drunk. Can you imagine that?โ
โNo, I canโt! You professing your love to a man? Thatโs a first from you,โ she shook her head, a knowing smile growing on her lips. โI donโt see you acting this way with your ex either,โ
โItโs differentโฆโ you mumbled under your breath, feeling heat travelling up to your cheeks. Here she was again, proving and pointing out something you didnโt even realise until then.
โIt sure is,โ she threw a pillow at you, cackling almost maniacally at your cowering figure. You were doing a poor job at hiding your shyness and blushing face.
The timing couldnโt have been any better when you heard a buzz coming from your phone, checking it just in time to see Heeseungโs contact name coming into view. Of course, Minjeong was already making noises when she saw your eyes widening, further proving her guess. You skimmed over his messages, and it seemed he had invited you to Jayโs yacht party.ย
A party before race weekend? Risky, but who were you to say? Maybe youโd have to keep Jake in check first, remembering youโre still his trainer no matter what. Until then, you looked over at Minjeong, her raised eyebrow meeting your expectful gaze.ย
โWe have a party tonight.โ
Letโs just say it was your first time being at a yacht party. Yachts werenโt an uncommon thing to have in Monaco as long as you had the money for it. Now that it was the grand prix weekend, only more turned up at the docks, and to think some of them were owned by the drivers themselves too was surprising.ย
โDo you know anyone here?โ Minjeong was sticking close to your side the moment you entered, being equally foreign considering a yacht wasnโt your typical go to party venue. You guessed you had to get used to it after knowing there would be a post race yacht party coming on Sunday.ย
โOther than Jake, Heeseung and some drivers, no,โ you offered an apologetic smile that wasnโt assuring in any way either. โBut I bet thereโs going to be good food and drinks here,โ that was quick to buy Minjeongโs excitement.
championhee: you here yet?
you: am hereee, wru?
championhee: i see you, give me a sec
You glanced up from your phone, looking around but only seeing masses of people you werenโt familiar with, and the neon lights werenโt making it better for you, it was harder to match people to their faces. One turn to the left and you were just in time to catch Heeseungโs eyes, finally a face you recognised that seemed to melt your heart every single time.ย
โHey, pretty,โ he ever so smoothly leaned down to swoop an arm around your waist, pulling you in a hug. If you had to be honest, it surely did surprise you, but you werenโt complaining. After that time you landed a peck on his cheek, you found yourself being much more touchy with him without your knowledge, and he surprisingly went along with it.ย
โHi, Hee. Howโs the party?โ he soon pulled away, the feeling of his embrace disappearing and the sweet scent of his cologne drifted further from you.
โShouldnโt I be the one asking you that? After all I invited you here,โ
โYouโre here longer than me, I wanted an insight,โ
โAn insight?โ Heeseung hummed, pursing his lips thoughtfully. โWell, Jay is almost drunk even though itโs his party and his yacht. Jake is off somewhere, I told him youโre coming and I wished you saw the look on his face, he knew he was in troubleโโ
โIโll hunt him down tomorrow, donโt worry,โ
Heeseung let out a snort, shaking his head at the thought of Jake getting a beating from his trainer. โThe rest of them are just partying and dancing,โ
โWhat about some of these other people?โ you nodded at some girls at the side, then eyed a few guys shamelessly flirting with other girls.ย
โIโm not involved in Jayโs invite process, but I think some of them are models, friends or justโI donโt knowโknown? I donโt think I know these people either,โ he laughed a little at the end, following your gaze but it only landed back to your face in the end. โI know you kinda hate partying on some random day before the race weekend, so if you want to, you can always tell me, and we can just dip to somewhere else,โ
โI mean โฆ I really want to take up that offer butโโ
A cough interjected you. Talk about divine timing. Minjeong was back from her small trip around the yacht, a glass of cocktail held in her hand. Her piercing gaze was all it took for you to know what she was trying to say, so you pulled her close to your side. โHeeseung, this is my best friend, Minjeong,โ
โHi, Iโm Lee Heeseung,โ he offered a courteous bow of his head, smiling politely at Minjeong. She was scanning him eye to toe, trying her best to keep a stoic expression.ย
โNice to meet you,โ she raised her glass slightly, shooting you a knowing grin paired with her glinting eyes. Oh, that totally meant Heeseung had passed Minjeongโs โtestโ. โSo โฆ you and Y/N, huh?โ
โOkay, thatโs enough,โ you let out a stiff laugh, narrowing your eyes at her as she continued to smile at you, fully aware of what sheโs doing.ย
She leaned close to your ear, whispering quietly so that only you and her were able to hear. โIโm going to leave you to him and go around looking for my man for the night,โ
โHow are you getting back?โ you whispered in a hushed tone, giving her a pointed look.
โIโll have my ways. Iโll text you and you better text me too. For now, you have your fun,โ there was a finality in her tone, and before you could argue on, she stood straight, staring ahead at Heeseung. โSheโs yours for the night โฆโ Minjeong gave your shoulder a light pat, leaving your side and brushing past Heeseung. โ... loverboy,โ she added teasingly, then disappeared into the sea of people.ย
โIgnore her,โ you waved your hands awkwardly, but it seemed Heeseung wasnโt fazed at all, totally bemused on the contrary of what you expected.
โI think sheโs cool,โ he gave a thumbs up, prompting you to roll your eyes at him. โCome on, let me introduce you to some of the guys, then weโll grab some drinks,โ
โSounds good,โ
It was your first time being properly introduced to part of the drivers. Youโve seen most of them in passing and knew who they were, but not till the point of knowing them on a personal level, that was new to you. There was Jeno who drove for Ferrari alongside Heeseung that you got to meet, and also that really hot tattooed driver, Jungkook, from Mercedes. If Heeseung hadnโt pulled you away sooner, you wouldโve probably swooned over Jungkook more, just like every other girl in the vicinity did.ย
Heeseung proceeded to drag you to some other place. It was then you saw some familiar faces that you were already introduced to since the beginning. Jay, the host himself, was genuinely pissed drunk by the time you went up to greet him, but at least he was sober enough to form sentences so you guessed thatโs something. Then there was Sunghoon, the driver of Red Bull Racing that was accompanied by your cousin, Jake, looking a little cold at first glance, but his features instantly melted into a big grin at the sight of you and his friend.
Some small talks with them didnโt hurt, but it was the blaring music that did, mostly for your eardrums. The crowded area was unfortunately a no-go either, so you and Heeseung decided to seek refuge somewhere else, ignoring the interested whispers from his three friends that watched the two of you sneak away.
โHere you go, your shirley temple,โ you were on one of those couches that were placed on the deck, most of them being empty since everyone was situated at some other place in the yacht, giving you and Heeseung a chance of alone time together. You were sipping on the mocktail Heeseung passed you, feeling his presence next to you.
โItโs been such a week,โ Heeseung sighed, stretching his limbs. โVisited the factory back in Italy, then finished some business there and having to fly back to Monaco, I think this is one of my first relaxation times,โ
โThis party? You should be home sleeping instead, Hee, thatโs proper relaxation,โ you could see the dark circles under his eyes now that heโs mentioned it.
โJust wanted to find an excuse to spend time with you,โ he leaned his head back slightly, wearing a wry smile on his tired face.
โYou donโt need an excuse for that, you can always just tell me whenever,โ
Heeseung nodded slowly, taking a sip out of his own glass, an obvious wave of relief passed through him. Your eyes, however, were stuck on him. No, there wasnโt alcohol that influenced you to do so, your mocktail was surely nonalcoholic, it was the fact that you realised how in love with Heeseung you were.ย
Uh oh, you like him.
Wait.
Oh, you're in love with him.ย
Under the changing hues of purple, blue LED lights, you found yourself coming to terms that you were truly whipped and flashing heart eyes at him. You watched his every movement, the way he blinked or even sip at his drink, you scrutinised them all, because to you, he was a nova that shined the brightest amongst the rest.ย
โYou okay?โ Heeseung noticed the change in your behaviour, the tiredness in his face morphed into concern as he leaned in close to check on you, not realising how near his face was.ย
โHuh?โ That was the only thing you could manage out, gaze flickering between his eyes and lips, gradually shrinking under the intensity of his stare and the closeness of his face. He knew, you did too, but why were both of you holding back? What were you so scared of?
Magically and suddenly, the thoughts in your mind somehow manifested into reality when he started closing in. You felt your breath catch in your throat, conveying a sign of green light through a reassuring nod, trying to ignore your heart beating abnormally fast.ย ย
Then there it was, Heeseungโs lips on yours and a burst of butterflies swarmed your abdomen. Was it real? Was this actually happening? The lingering taste of his whiskey left a bitter tang on your tongue when you kissed back, wanting more but before you could let it progress deeper, it had already ended.
Heeseung pulled away, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar. You thought he was going to kiss you again, and you tried smiling, thinking about the feeling of his lips on yours. But it seemed your sweet daydream was immediately crushed to the ground when Heeseung gradually got up from the couch, the look on his face was telling you things werenโt going great.
โHee?โ
An apologetic look flashed across Heeseungโs expression. โFuckโIโm sorry,โย
โWaitโ!โ
You couldnโt grasp onto him and he slipped right through your fingers. There you were, confused and feeling the opposite of what a kiss should give. Did something go wrong, you wondered, or were you just too late? Too late to realise your love for him when he had already told you earlier on about how he felt about you. What did he even mean by apologising to you?
You tried searching for him around the place, but he was nowhere to be seen, only managing to find a surprisingly sober Minjeong that sensed your panic and despair. There was nothing you could do but slump in defeat, pulling Minjeong out of the yacht and back home.
First kiss with the guy you liked went wrong. Sounded like some clickbait YouTube title, didn't it? Well, it was actually reality, your reality.
To your absolute dismay, the race weekend was horrendous, at least for you.
Ever since that night in the yacht, you came to the realisation that Heeseung was avoiding you. Right, avoiding you like a plague whenever you caught sight of him or vice versa.ย
How did you know? Well, there were multiple occasions to explain it but the most memorable was the time when you bumped into him one morning at your front door. It was actually the morning after the party, freshly awake and still confused from the night before, you wanted to question him once you saw him by his door, but from the way his door slammed faster than the speed for you to form a sentence, you could tell he did not want that confrontation.
Minjeong said maybe the kiss had shocked him, but he was also the one that initiated it. All of the guesses just seemed to meet dead ends. The day you dropped Minjeong off at the airport was when you knew you were left on your own to deal with Heeseung and your heart. No matter how you try to text him or get him to not run away at the sight of you, in the end it kept failing.
The sadness eventually turned into frustration, which explained your unannounced presence at the Ferrari hospitality right before the race. Were you insane? Totally.ย
You knew where he was, and it wasn't hard to spot when they literally had a room dedicated to their world champion, making it easier for you to locate and bust the doors down. If you had to be honest, you wished you did.
โAre you avoiding me?โ
You took no time to fool around and got down to business the moment you closed the door shut behind you. There was no one other than him in the room, thankfully, or else you'd be dying out of embarrassment first.
Heeseung dropped his phone in shock, not expecting you to turn up there and then. โWโwhat?โ
Was he serious? โAre you avoiding me?โ You repeated, standing with a hand on your waist, staring accusingly at him.
โNo โฆโ
โYou're lying,โ Of course he was. You could tell by the way he was chewing on the insides of his cheek when he said it, and it definitely wasn't helping his case. โSo โฆ we're not going to talk about that night? The night where you ran away after we kissed?โ
โIt's not thatโโ
โThen what is it, Hee? Why are you making me feel this way? Are you mad at me?โ
โNo, I'm not,โ he denied at once, eyebrows furrowing in distress. โI could never get mad at you โฆโ he mumbled quietly, and it only made you sigh in further agitation.
โWhy can't you just tell me?โย
โLook, Y/N, now's not really the best time, the race's about to start soon and I have to be down at the tracks in ten minutes, we don't have the time to talk it over,โ as much as you hate to admit it, Heeseung was right, there was barely enough time to talk. โHow about we have a proper talk after the race?โ
โYou won't run away from me again, will you?โ
โI won't,โ
You couldn't exactly say he lied but he didn't stick to his words either.ย
Winning the grand prix naturally got him swarmed by an obscene amount of people after the race, giving you zero chance to congratulate him or even slip in a word. Leading up to the celebration on the podium and the time after that, you still didn't get to have that 'talk' with him, nor did you see him.ย
He wasn't home by the time you returned to your apartment either. It only made your heart heavier as each hour passed, your expectations seemingly getting crushed. You had to begrudgingly put on a presentable outfit for the yacht party, nearly forgetting about this matter until Chaewon brought it up and promised herself that she'd get shitfaced. Good for her.
Arms looped and hips bumping into each other, you and Chaewon made your way through the crowded yacht. The pool on the deck was the least surprising element of the yacht when there was literally a celebrity DJ controlling the music. You've taught yourself to be less surprised now that you're working here.
โTo be honest, this is kinda overwhelming,โ Chaewon whispered, glancing around.ย
โParties are overwhelming in general,โ
โWell, this one's on a yacht. A yacht, and there's a pool too,โ
โYou have a point,โ
โI need a shotโseveral shotsโand find Anton too, he's like, a baby,โ Chaewon just really wouldn't let that intern engineer go, would she?
โGo, go, that kid is probably lost somewhere too,โ you laughed, thinking about the new intern that happened to give everyone a lasting impression.
โWhat about you?โ
โI'll be fine, I'll just grab some drinks and go. I'm tired,โ you weren't lying, a day's work was enough to take you out, you were shocked to see Chaewon still having a crazy amount of energy left in her after that.
Tired was an understatement though. You felt your energy draining away when Chaewon left, and you were alone to wander around in a yacht with countless strangers.ย
There were a few familiar faces you recognised, both drivers and colleagues, but none were Heeseung. That was disappointing.
However, almost on cue once you weaved past a group of people, you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you when you spotted him. Jet black hair, a black silk button up hung loosely on his frame, except he was sitting amongst a bunch of โฆ models? Laughing?ย
Your expectations only dropped lower to the pits of hell.ย
Oh, you felt sick. A horrible feeling of jealousy and anger bubbled in your abdomen. If you could, you would've stormed up to him and grabbed him by his collar demanding an explanation, but instead, you were stuck to your position, unmoving.
How could he just sit there and laugh? All while you were promised a talk that never even happened. Why? Because he didn't bother to find you. Right.
Before you knew it, you were already walking away, the crack in your heart becoming bigger, tiredness overcoming you. Maybe this life wasn't meant for you after all. What if you and him weren't even meant to be in the first place? He was a worldwide famous driver, and you were just his friend's cousin that worked as his trainer, that alone sounded too different, too much of a contrast.
It didn't help that your mind was overthinking at that point onwards. All you needed now was your bed and a romcom to cry to. You guess that was your night routine sorted out.
Who knew liking someone everyone wants was this hard?
โ BARCELONA, SPAIN, 2023
Lee Heeseung wished he was a little smarter.
He may be an ace, flourishing in racing and everything that life throws at him, he was good at anything and everything. Feelings, however, were another matter for a world champion like him.
That night, that kiss, had altered his brain in a way that he couldn't explain. Heeseung was always aware that he's into you. Hell, he was the one initiating the dates and flirty cues, who was he kidding? But that kiss got him overthinking.
Heeseung knew you were most likely interested too, considering you've never once rejected his advances. Yet, the problem wasn't there, it was whether or not you liked him, like actually like him. That kiss, did it matter to you just as much as it did to him, he thought.
That night on the beach where he confessed didn't help his case of overthinking either. Concerns after concerns piling onto one another. Heeseung knew you didn't reject him, but he couldn't tell if you reciprocated the feelings for him. Then, there was also that time when you got drunk and practically confessed your love to him, no what was that? Without any explanation either? See, Heeseung was trying to justify the mess going on in his mind.
So, being the person that he was, he chose to run before he had the chance to be dumped. Yes, Lee Heeseung was a coward in disguise.
It was an easy way out, or so it seemed at first, until Heeseung started to feel guilty, regretful and heartbroken over the fact that he was doing this. Truly the consequences of his own actions. But, he couldn't bear to face you either.ย
Seeing you filled him with emotions and thoughts that were simply unbearable. When you burst through the door to confront him, he was truly rendered speechless at the sight of you. It was as if his ability to speak and think was taken away from him momentarily, and that only made him a fool while he tried to explain.ย
He wanted to get close to you, he yearned to do so, to tell you how he felt and the entire truth, but he was holding himself back just because he figured he wasnโt ready for all that yet. It was indeed eating Heeseung from the inside out. That explained the reason why Barcelona was doing the opposite of cheering up, everything there was much duller and depressing from his point of view.
โAre you okay?โ Jeno's voice broke Heeseung out of his trance. He wasn't even aware he was zoning out.ย
โYeah, why?โ Heeseung got up from his spot to join Jeno, figuring it's time to prepare for the race.
โDude, you've been so out of it this whole weekendโnoโwhole week, actually. Practice rounds, qualifiers, you're not driving like you normally are, and you just don't seem like yourself,โ Jeno patted Heeseung's back, and Heeseung himself had a whole new revelation thanks to Jeno's eye opening observations. Maybe it was also your lack of presence that bugged him. Heeseung hasn't seen you around the paddock the whole week, and neither did he bother asking Jake since their schedules were too full with interviews and what not.
โI'll try to tune myself back, don't worry,โ Heeseung gave Jeno a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, offering a slight smile. โThanks for checking up on me. I need to find someone real quick before I get to the track, you go without me first,โ
That โsomeoneโ Heeseung had in mind was none other than you.
Heeseung probably looked like an unhinged racer walking around trying to search for you. He stopped by the Mclaren hospitality, then the Mclaren garage, but none of them had you there.ย
He could only sigh, having to be forced to end his search since the race was starting soon. Was it bad to admit that he couldn't really think straight at that moment? All he had on his mind was you and you and only you.ย
Lee Heeseung was never once nervous for a race. But this time, he was.ย
The start wasn't the best for him, and he was having an overall weak start. The usual red Ferrari car that was meant to be leading the race suddenly fell behind there in Barcelona. He had a feeling the commentators were about to point it out.ย
Heeseung has experienced bad races before. Ones that didn't go his way, technical failures, DNFs, but this one was just a plain disaster. There was nothing wrong with his car, it was him. He couldn't wait to get out of the car now that he knew he wasn't getting on that podium.
What almost felt forever and countless rounds of driving, Heeseung ended up in seventh place. Not the worst, but obviously not his best. He didn't even want to engage in interviews after the race, going straight to his hospitality and changing back into his usual clothes.ย
โThat wasn't like you,โ Jake, being the caring friend that he was, had paid Heeseung a visit right before he left. Just like the drivers had done, the first thing he brought up was Heeseung's performance.
โI know,โ Heeseung hummed, shrugging it off. โJust caught up with some โฆ stuff,โ
Jake didn't say much either, nodding in understanding. โI'll be here if you need anything, just so you know,โ
โI know,โ Heeseung said again, this time with a smile, then his mind redirected to a question he has been itching to ask Jake all week. โUhโdon't mind if I ask, where's Y/N?โ
โOh, Y/N? She didn't tell you?โ
โTell me what?โ
โShe took a whole week of sick leave,โย
โShe's sick?โ
โWell, she didn't say she's sick but she said she's not feeling well enough to work,โ Jake scratched his head, oblivious to Heeseung's deepening frown.ย
โSo, she's still in Monaco? She didn't leave at all?โ
โNope. After last week, she's still there,โ
โOh,โ Heeseung knew what to do now. All it took was a disaster of a race and a whole lot of sleepless nights to overcome his fear and confront you once and for all. โI should get going,โ
โYou're not going to join me and Dokyeom for dinner?โย
โMaybe next time,โ
Heeseung was going to make things right. He wasn't going to run away again, nor repeat the stupidest thing which was pulling the avoidance card. He's finally going to be honest about his thoughts and feelings.ย
Flight booked and leaving in an hour. A two hour flight for him to collect his thoughts and soon he'd be back in Monaco, just in time to knock on your door and make things right.
Heeseung had a one way flight ticket to Monte Carlo, a whole dialogue he prepared in his head, and a dream. It was going to be alright.
โ MONTE CARLO, MONACO, 2023
Staying in bed and mulling around wasn't a part of your original plan.
You thought having this time to yourself was going to be spiritually and mentally cleansing, giving you enough space to get yourself together, but it was doing the opposite.ย
To think that you're, in fact, being sad over a man was quite incredulous. But it was Heeseung, somehow or rather, he wasn't just a man. Curse him and his apartment next to yours, you couldn't stop thinking about him even though he wasn't there.
During the days you were at home, you thought it over, about Heeseung and your feelings for him, all of which returned to the same conclusion. You liked him, very much so, and you were hurting that he was physically ghosting you. The more you think about it the more you try to find solutions which end up failing. Thus, you were in a slump and merely survived by listening to Minjeong's pep talk over the phone.
โHe'll turn up,โ you remembered her saying, sounding so confident that you were somewhat surprised. She was actually confident in a man โฆ that was a rare sight.
โHow do you know?โ
โIt's Heeseung.โ
It really was Heeseung. That was what you thought too when you heard your doorbell ringing, peeking through your peephole just to see his face. Was it the wrong timing to admit you've missed him?
There was no way you could be so heartless to not open the door, especially when you've been spending most of your time thinking about him and the possibilities of what he'd say. So, you opened the door, eyes meeting his much tired and saddened pair, a sense of familiarity ran through you.ย
It was currently almost nine o'clock, the sky was dark and the streets were more quiet, but how in hell was Lee Heeseung standing in front of you when there was just a race hours ago? You were literally watching the race too, recalling Heeseung's off-putting performance that shocked everyone, including you.
โHeeseung?โ
He seemed to have broken out of his trance, mouth opening just a little, trying to utter a single word but nothing came out. You raised your eyebrows expectantly at him, wishing he could say something, anything at this point.
โDo you like me?โ
When you said you wish he could say something, this was the least expected one.
โWhat?โ
Heeseung heaved a breath, looking slightly disappointed โฆ at himself? He rubbed a hand on his face, frowning deeply. โFuckโI swear I had a whole monologue for this, but I saw you and I just โฆ couldn't think anymore,โ
You gulped, the edge in his voice paired with his longing eyes made you shift your foot nervously. โWhy are you here?โ It didn't come out malicious or rageful, instead it sounded like defeat and tiredness, as if you've surrendered yourself. โWeren't you in Spain a few hours ago?โ
โI figured we should have our talk,โ
โTook you long enough,โ you grumbled under your breath, a sour expression unknowingly pulled at your features.ย
โI know, I'm sorry,โ
You were silent for a moment, blinking furiously and formulating your words carefully. โYou ran away from me, again, but you said you wouldnโt. You lied,โ
โI know,โ it came out as a bare whisper, emotions filled to the brim, regret and guilt evident in every letter.ย
You didn't know what to say next, all the emotions trapped in you melted through your gaze, a mix of sadness, anger and desperation was calling out to Heeseung. His 'sorry' didn't make you feel better in any way either. If you had to be completely honest, you wanted to be mad, you wished to be angry at him and yell out every one of your frustrations that built up over the weeks, but it never happened.
โHeeseung, I don't really get you. What do you want from me?โ you started, nearly pleadingly, backing up from the door as a way to tell him to come in, and thankfully, he got the signal. The door shut with a click of the lock, his figure approaching slowly. โOne day you say you like me, we kissed, you proceeded to ignore me, then I saw you with girls at the party, and now you're asking if I like you? What am I supposed to do? Do you just secretly hate me or something?โ
โWhat? No!โ Heeseung scrunched his face up in confusion, but it soon dissolved into a look of helplessness, seeming equally awkward and stiff as you, both not knowing what to do. โGod, I didnโt do anything with those girls, Yeonjun dragged me there and tried to set me up but I reciprocated nothing. Youโre the one I want, Y/N,โ there was a recognisable truth and honesty behind his voice, and you believed him. โI just wanted to say I'm sorry. I did some thinkingโa lot, actuallyโand I'm a dumbass for ignoring you and running away after we kissed. But it's for a reason,โ
โAnd that is โฆ?โ
Heeseung's shoulders sagged, sighing deeply. โI was scared you didn't like me,โ he started, eyes flickering between you and the painting behind you, โโI know it sounds stupid but I just couldn't help but think about it. That night I told you how I felt โฆ I thought it was fine when you didn't tell me an answer, yet it ate me up gradually after you said you were in love with me? But you were also drunk? You didn't say anything after and I didn't too,
โWhen we kissed, I wondered if you'd regret it, or that you didn't feel the way I did, I guess it got the worst of me so I chose to run before you could do anything,โ he finally admitted the reasons behind his whole avoiding game, leaving you rather speechless in a way you couldn't comprehend. โIt's stupid for me to do that, I know, that's why I'm here now, and I swear to you that I'm not going anywhere until we talk it out,โ
You took in his words, trying your best to absorb it all, but his voice saying 'do you like me' was the only thing running through your mind.
โLikeโ would be an understatement when it came to your feelings for Heeseung. There were no limits, no boundaries whatsoever, nothing that just stopped at the word โlikeโ. You felt for him, in a way that was indescribable and deeper than you've ever experienced before.
โI want you, Y/N, but I want you to want me too, that's what I want from you. I know you're mad and I get itโโ
โI like you too,โ the confession flowed out much more naturally than you had anticipated it to be. It was a part of you that you've held onto for so long, and finally, you're able to let it go, telling Heeseung your true feelings.
Heeseung blinked, mouth slightly ajar. โWโwhat?โ
โI like you, Heeseung, a lot.โ It took more than just mental strength for you to come to terms and admit it aloud, but you werenโt regretting a single thing either way, finally feeling the heavy weight being lifted off your chest. โI like you and your obsession with ramen, the way you smile or laugh, or how your nose crinkles everytime you laugh. I like every part of you, IโI think I might be in love with you,โ
Heeseung could see the nervousness coming off you, your voice already shaking a little. He wanted to just rush towards you and pull you into his arms, but it wasnโt the best idea considering the situation. So, he stayed rooted to the ground, his gaze turning softer as seconds ticked by.
โI want you, more than you could ever think or fathom. I always did. I'm sorry I didn't make it clear in the beginning when you told me. I was still figuring all of it out and how I felt, so I just โฆ froze. Then drunk me decided to tell you what I was scared to admit, but all of it was trueโthe things I saidโso there's that,โ you tried putting on a smile, but it wasn't much either. โWhen we kissed, I didn't regret it, not one bit and never would I ever think that. You mean a lot to me, Hee, and I'm sorry I didn't make you feel that way but I really, really like you, and I wish I had told you sooner,โ
Heeseung was silent for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed and he had an unreliable expression that made you unnerved. However, it all melted away in the second, the corners of his lips were pulled up into a small smile, a certain reassurance hidden behind it. You felt balance and peace being restored gradually. โAre you kidding? You do make me feel that way. You don't understand how insane you get me every time. Y/N, you could get me to drop anything and anywhere if you want, even if it's in the middle of a race I'm leading. You make me feel more than you know of it,โ
It was one of those times where everything felt like a movie. Heeseung professing his love for you in the middle of your living room was the last youโd come to conclusions, and it was surreal to think about. He had already shown you his devotion by showing up at your doorstep, there was obviously no doubt in what he said.
โIโll be honest,โ you began, chewing on your lips at the thought, โI'm still a little mad at you for doing what you did though,โ you admitted rather pettily, crossing your arms and staring pointedly at him. โI can't believe you'd think I don't like you when I literally kissed you back,โ
Heeseung was relieved that the mood was lightened a bit more, being able to crack a smile and chuckle quietly. โI panicked. I was scared of ruining everything we had,โ
You couldnโt help but frown, mainly out of the solemnity his words carried. Heeseung didnโt want to ruin the connection you and he had, choosing to carry the burden that ended up hurting the two of you. โI get it, I wasn't any better too for being so vague. I accept your apology, and I'm sorry too,โ
โApology accepted,โ Heeseung started approaching you, taking strides across the space separating you two until he was directly in front of you, looking vulnerable and bare, laying his heart out just for you. โSo โฆ we're cool then?โ
โYeah, we're cool,โ you nodded much faster than you thought, showing off an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm that you didnโt hold back, โbut โฆโ
He was intrigued, wondering what he was getting into. โBut?โ
โI don't want us to go back to being just friends,โ
Heeseung paused, opening his mouth just to shut it again, the confusion turned into amusement, his grin widening. โI'd be crazy to come all the way just to friendzone you,โ he shook his head, โWe've done the dates, practically said what we wanted to say, all that's left now is โฆโย
You knew what he was intending, and so did he. He has an eyebrow raised, one corner of his lips curved into a lopsided smirk. โSo โฆ what do you say? Can I be yours?โ
Rolling your eyes, you stepped closer to him daringly, closing the distance between one another. There was a beat of silence, the only sound filling the air was your breathing and his shaky breaths. Then, you decided to do the craziest thing.
โI thought you'd never ask,โ those were the last words uttered from your mouth when you threw your arms around his neck and pressed your lips onto his. You could feel Heeseung freeze under your touch, but it didnโt long for him to calm his nerves and relax, melting further into the kiss and letting his hands roam to your face and waist.
This was nothing like the first kiss you shared with Heeseung. It was something much more than that. There was a sense of urgency that you and him both knew and acknowledged. An overwhelming amount of longing and desire was finally conveyed through the kiss, telling you what you needed to know from the way Heeseung tilted his head to deepen the kiss, smiling against your lips after.ย
Fireworks exploded internally, your mind was blank, the only thing in your head was the thought of him and the feeling of his lips. It was a new feeling, his lips moving against yours was almost like a fitted puzzle piece, too perfect and incomparable. It was a feeling you craved to have forever.
Before anything could advance further, you pulled away slowly, catching your breath in meantime. Looking at Heeseung, he was already staring at you, eyes filled with love and admiration. It was just silence, but you were basking in it, relishing the moment and his presence.
Heeseung leaned down to peck your lips, then again, and again on both sides of your cheeks, nose, forehead, and back to your lips once more. โI like you so much, more than the feeling of my cold pillow, or ramen, oโor even winning a race,โ
All it took was one look at your face and seeing your smile to have Heeseung's nervousness disappear, replaced with a love filled smile that resembled the glow of the golden hour. A kiss from you was enough of a response, expressing your feelings more than words were capable of, whispering cheesy compliments to each other in an attempt to get one of you to laugh.ย
โI guess I can say I'm a champion now?โ Heeseung held you in his arms, his gaze holding yours.ย
โNot quite,โย
โI finally got the girl I'm in love with. I consider myself as a champion, actually,โ you were trying not to show how flustered you really were when he said he's in love with you aloud, catching you off guard for a second.
โYou're never not going to be cheesy, aren't you?โย
โNever,โ Heeseung gave your waist a squeeze, admiring the way you laughed along with the crinkles of the corner of your eyes. โI'll win the championship for you too,โย
You narrowed your eyes at him. โFor me? Shouldn't it be for yourself?โ
Heeseung hummed, pursing his lips a little. โI never really had someone other than my family to dedicate it to, and I want you to be that someone, my someone,โย
Eyes rolling but that smile on your face gave it all away. โWell, I can't wait for you to win it, Mr World Champion โฆ my world champion.โย
Never in a million years would you expect yourself to be cheesily flirting with an F1 driver, but here you were. There was one thing that Heeseung made you feel for the first time in years, and that was love, irrevocable love that you would never trade anything for.
โ ABU DHABI, UAE, 2023
It has finally reached the last race of the season.ย
Everyone in the stands, paddock and garage alike were all nervously moving around. Some anticipating the outcome, others betting money on it, the ones working in the garage were holding their breaths.ย
There were still a few hours left to lights out and you were giving your usual pep talk to Jake, except this time it was a little more harsher. Being third in the championship leaderboard, you were immensely proud of his achievements, and you were encouraging him to give it one last shot. He gave you a salute before walking away to discuss some last minute strategies with his teammate, so you took it as a chance to slip away under Jake's nose to find Heeseung.
Jake was rather oblivious about you and Heeseung, but to be fair, everyone was, maybe except Minjeong who definitely screamed into your ear when you told her everything.ย
Sneaking into Heeseung's hospitality has been one of your greatest skills over the past few weeks. You go in greeting the staff all friendly, pretending to be looking for a friend working there (which wasn't completely a lie) then you proceed to slip into his room. It was a day like before, but this time, Heeseung was already waiting by the door, and the moment you walked in, barely closing the door, he had you in his arms and lifted off your feet.ย
โHeeseungโ You squealed at the sudden approach, his spin only making you kick your feet in the air, your hand hitting his back.
โHey, pretty,โ he set you down back on the ground, a playful grin drawn on his face, arm still looped around your waist. โMissed youโโ he brushed his nose against yours, giving you a small peck that left you blushing, โโlike crazyโ
โHee, I saw you physically two days ago,โ you rubbed his back, letting him press gentle kisses on every part of your face.ย
โThat's still a long time,โ
You snorted at his never changing dramatic response, pinching his shoulder and he pouted at you like a wronged puppy. โLast race, you think you got it?โ
โโYou thinkโ? I know I do,โ typical Heeseung, full of confidence and carrying himself with pride, you were to know by now to not doubt him. โI win thisโall of thisโwill you let me ask you to be mine? Officially?โ
Your gaze softened, your hand on his shoulder tightened a little, offering him a warm smile for more assurance. โIt doesn't matter when or where you ask me, whatever the circumstances are, you already know my answer to it whether or not you win,โ
Heeseung tugged you closer to him, your front basically pressed against his, only a few mere inches distanced you and him apart. โI know,โ
โIโll wait then,โ your hand rested on his chest, your smile telling him there was nothing to worry about. โIโll wait for the exact moment you cross the finish line and win it all,โ
โTrust me, I'm going to.โ
Situated in the Mclaren garage, you held your breath watching the fight between Heeseung and Jungkook for first place. Jungkook from Mercedes was second on the championship leaderboard, points only a fraction away from Heeseung, causing a tension-filled season of rivalry. For the last race, they were soon going to end it once and for all, concluding a winner of the season, explaining your sweaty forehead thanks to the nerves.
โOkay, Heeseung or Jungkook,โ Chaewon brought up out of the blue when there were five laps left, Heeseung still leading but Jungkook occasionally giving many heart attacks by closing in.
โHeeseung,โ you and Sakura both said in unison, clapping in excitement knowing you had the same picks.ย
โBoo, Iโm team Jungkook,โ Chaewon frowned, watching Heeseung and Jungkookโs gap widening.ย
โYouโre kidding,โ Sakura nudged Chaewon in surprise, whereas you kept quiet, a raised eyebrow being your response.
โJungkookโs hot and beefy and tall, heโs also tattooed, you know?โ Chaewon was practically drooling, dazedly starstruck. โPlus, heโs super nice and can drive,โ
โHeeseungโs the same too,โ you were quick to defend your man, though toning it down a bit to not come off too aggressive or suspicious. โWell โฆ except the tattooed, beefy part,โ
โThatโs two points deducted,โ
โItโs two against one so Heeseung won,โ Sakura ended the debate, pointing at the screen to divert Chaewonโs attention. โHeโs basically winning too,โ
He really was. One lap left and he was inching closer to the finish line. The clock was ticking, your blood was thrumming, the shouts coming from people around you were tuned out. Your sole focus was trained on his red Ferrari car, the finish coming in view. One second passed, two seconds, three seconds, four โฆ
โLEE HEESEUNG IS A FOUR TIME WORLD CHAMPION!โ
Claps and shouts of congratulations rang throughout the garage for Heeseung. The Mclaren duo had come in third and fifth places individually, heightening the atmosphere to great heights at the news of grand results as an end to the season. You were on your feet, hugging both Sakura and Chaewon, them being unbeknownst to your actual elation.
All of you rushed out of the garage, managing to squeeze past the reporters and their cameras to the front of the barricade, seeing the top three drivers getting out of their cars. Jungkook who came in second congratulated Heeseung, but Chaewonโs fangirling beside you mostly distracted you. What can you say, her devotion to Jungkook was understandable in some ways.ย
It was then you caught Heeseungโs eyes in the midst of everything. Sweat covered his face and drenched his hair, but it only made him glow under the night sky and bright lights. You didnโt even have the time to process it all. He was taking big strides towards you, not giving a care if every pair of eyes were on him, all he had on his mind was you.ย
You opened your mouth to congratulate him as he approached you, but before you could say anything, he had already pressed his lips onto yours the moment he was in front of you.ย
Gasps and the clicking sound of cameras were heard, yet you gathered everything in you to shut your eyes and kissed him back. Kissing him wasn't hard, it was natural, far too natural like it was an instinct. His lips moved against yours gently, loving and pouring out his overflowing want for you.
All heads were turned over to gawk at you and Heeseung. It was hard to ignore the burning stares and flashes of camera lights, so you pulled away from him (reluctantly) to save yourself from being plastered everywhere on the media, which seemed a bit too late by now.
โLet me be your boyfriend?โ He whispered quietly, but loud enough for you to catch on and flash him one of his favourite smiles.ย
Hard to hide your excitement and happiness, you nodded feverishly, the corners of your lips were pulled upwards. โYes,โ you pressed a swift kiss on his lips, your face burning to the brim, completely the opposite of Heeseung who managed to maintain his composure.
โMy beautiful girl, what should we do now?โ Heeseung cheekily commented, talking as if he wasn't standing right in front of a huge crowd right after winning another world championship. He knew damn well he had to get onto the podium and celebrate like there's no tomorrow.
โWell, my world champion boyfriend, as much as I wish to hoard you, you should go celebrate already,โ
He leaned in close to you, whispering into your ear. โI'll let you hoard me all you want after,โ shooting you a wink, he waved goodbye and left, disappearing into a crowd of people and leaving you flustered along with your dumbfounded colleagues.
โWhat was โฆ that?โ Chaewon slowly turned to look at you.
โOh my God, you're dating Lee?โ Sakura gasped for maybe the hundredth time already. โOkay, that's probably why he's a winner, huh? Because he has Mrs Lee hereโโ
โYOU'RE WITH HEESEUNG?โย
Shit.
Jake came into view, strands of hair stuck to his face didn't help his distress look either. No doubt, confusion was written all over his face, a raised eyebrow that was expecting an answer from you.
โJake! Podium!โ One of the staff shouted over at him. He, who placed third, didn't seem like he wanted it now that he has something else to uncover.
โYou owe me an explanation.โ Jake wasn't angry at all, he just looked thoroughly confused at the fact that one of his best friends was with his โฆ cousin? Slash trainer, slash assistant, you get the gist. But at the same time, he also had that 'I knew it' shit-eating grin plastered on his face that you were very familiar with, he probably knew it was coming, didn't he?
Jake was eventually pushed to the back of your mind for the time being, mentally taking notes to deal with him after, but for now, the celebration was the crucial part of the night.
Watching Jake on that podium made you emotional, you couldn't lie. It reminded you of the many times you've seen him win at tournaments, and now, at F1 races, which was absolutely surreal.ย
Gazing up at the stage where the podium was, your eyes followed Heeseung's figure appearing, and listened to his name being called on the speakers, the title of world champion belonging to him. He stood high and proud on the podium, eyes searching for someone in the crowd. Turns out, it was you he was looking for.
He mouthed your name the moment he locked eyes with yours, face visibly beaming like a star in the night. 'For you' was what came from his lips next, his finger pointing at the trophy in his hand then back at you. He was dedicating it to you, just as he said.
The smile on your face was evident to everyone how whipped you were for him, even giggling as you waved at him. Heeseung, being the person that he was, blew a flying kiss at you right before the national anthem played, and you were stuck there in shock. At this point, you should be prepared for things like that.
The night eventually rolled into the early morning. Heeseung was back at the hotel with you, secretly hiding out in your room while everyone else was mostly still out partying. It was just the two of you, on your bed with some room service as snacks.
โShouldn't you go party with them instead of being stuck here with me?โ You shoved a french fry into your mouth, not regretting your choice of returning early from the party to have a mini one on your own, plus Heeseung as an addition.
โI would rather be stuck here with you than with them,โ Heeseung leaned onto your side, face obnoxiously getting closer, โYou know I'll always choose you,โย
Even under the dim lights, you could make out the sparks hidden behind his stare. โYou're my girl after all,โ he added, ever so smoothly throwing his arm around your shoulder. โIsn't that crazy? You're my girl, my girl!โ He dramatically gasped, feigning disbelief that you were, in fact, his.
โYes, I am your girl, you idiot,โ you reached to pinch his nose, and his face scrunched up, the biggest smile appearing on his face. Before you could retreat your hand, he had already grabbed onto it, fingers eventually making contact with yours and intertwined. โWhat are you doing?โ It was a small whisper, curious and anticipating.
โThisโโ one pull of his hand, he yanked onto yours and pulled you into him, catching your face gently and pressing his lips onto yours.ย
The only way to describe your thoughts was insanity. His small stunt had left you fighting for yourself internally, blood pulsing and heart skipping. He was the death of you.
You pushed him away after a few moments, having to catch your breath, but mostly to regain your composure. โOh my God,โ you breathed out, neither of you looking away from each other. โYou're โฆ wow,โ
โToo cliche?โ
โIs it bad if I admit I eat it up every time?โ
โI don't have any more up my sleeves, I'm afraid,โ he laughed, joking light-heartedly, turning hisย head slightly to the side. โCan I have one more?โ
โOne more?โ You hummed, fingers rubbing your chin in thought, continuously teasing him. โWhy should I?โ
โI asked nicely,โ he poked at his cheek expectantly, lips jutting out in a pout. โPlease?โ
Only you could have Heeseung act this way. The reigning Formula One champion, could you believe that?
You didn't say anything, leaning in and pressed a peck on the spot he pointed out on his cheek. A satisfied smirk told you everything you needed to know, his hold on your hand tightening. โI'm in love with you,โ he confessed, a spur of the moment kind of confession that you were already aware of, but to hear him say it again got your heart skipping in ways you didn't know. โI'm basically the luckiest man in the world right now,โ
โShouldn't I be the lucky one too?โ You nudged at his ribs softly, unable to contain your laugh. โI'm lucky to have you with me, like super lucky,โ
Heeseung crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows with a pinch of amusement. โReally?โ
โReally. I get to have good ramen whenever I want,โ you grinned foolishly at him, seeing his face morphed into a look of disbelief. You shook your head, stifling your laughter at his reaction. โBut I like you more than your home cooked ramen,โ
Warmth spread over his expression, a soft glow to his features under the light brought out the way he stared at you, irises written with words he couldn't convey with his mouth. He was undeniably head over heels, it was already clear from the look of his eyes, they never lie.
โI don't think Chaewon's coming back tonight, she'll probably crash in Sakura's room,โ you gave his hand a light squeeze, glancing over at the clock for a split second, it was already past two. โCan you stay?โ
Heeseung's expressions were filled with love and affection, a softness to them that he only had with you. You already knew his answer before he had to say it out loud. โI'll stay. You know I'll always do.โ
Somehow, you knew his simple promise for the night carried something more to it. It wasn't just a promise that lasted for a night, it was for a lifetime ahead of you. Because you knew, no matter what, he would always stay.ย
From the front door of your apartment to a random hotel room in Abu Dhabi almost a year later, it was crazy to think that a Formula One world champion had scored his biggest win yet: the girl next door, his oblivious neighbour that wasn't even aware of him or his popularity in the first place.
Turns out, meeting his oblivious neighbour was one of his greatest moments in life ever, because now, Lee Heeseung might not know what to do without you.ย
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kaveh snapping at alhaitham for buying another ugly wood carvingโฆ except he forgot it was his birthday ๐
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โThis looks absolutely nothing like me!โ Kaveh snaps at the rough-out Aranara carving that suddenly shows up one morning, looking so blonde and angry.
Alhaitham comes out of his room at this moment and walks over to their common shelf where the architect stands.
Kaveh has a meeting with a particularly frustrating client today and heโs feeling so anxious that he cannot help but snaps at Alhaitham too, โHow many times do I have to tell you not to bring ugly wood carvings into our home!?โ
Alhaitham looks at Kaveh, his lips tightens. Something unfathomable flashes across his eyes and disappears just as suddenly.
โDo whatever you want with it then,โ Alhaitham says finally after an awkward silence. Then he grabs his key from the shelf and turns his back to walk towards the front door without saying another word.
Kaveh looks at him leaving the house in puzzlement. It is not a rare occasion to see the Scribe not bothering to argue with him but Alhaitham never walks away after saying only one sentence before. He looks as if heโs angry or evenโฆpouting? Kaveh is not sure if that word can describe Alhaitham.
Maybe Kaveh did something wrong? He gasps at the thought.
Is it because the smell of the cream soup he made yesterday was too strong? Or maybe it was the fact that the house is now so messy because heโs in the middle of tidying up things? Or maybe he moved or touched some books he wasnโt supposed to?
Kaveh ends up thinking for the whole day. He even spaces out during the clientโs meeting and almost drops the model when he tries to present his plan.
He thinks and thinks but nothing comes to his mind. They have been on unusually pretty good terms lately, so he cannot think of something recent that might have made Alhaitham upset.
Kaveh is so deep in thought he almost bumps into Collei on the way home.
โAh! Sorry!โ Kaveh exclaims then realizes who it is, โCollei! I didnโt know you were in town today!โ
Somehow, the trainee Forest Ranger looks shocked to see him. She quickly picks up something that fell to the ground when they bumped into each other earlier. Kaveh catches a glimpse of a small green box with yellow ribbon before Collei swiftly hides it behind her back.
โItโs so good to see you! Wanna grab something to eat?โ Kaveh asks, ignoring her suspicious behavior. Heโs not ready to go home just yet, not when he still hasnโt figured out what he did wrong.
โUh, sorry I have somewhere to be today,โ Collei replies nervously, avoiding to meeting his eyes, โIf you will excuse me, I really need to get going.โ
Then she takes off before he can say another word.
Kaveh ruffles his hair in confusion. What is going on today?
After wandering around aimlessly for a while, he decides that he has no other place to go except the good old Lambadโs Tavern.
He sits down at a table and orders a drink even though itโs merely 5PM.
โHey, Kaveh!โ Lambad shouts his name from behind the counter, โThat oneโs on the house! Happy Birthday!โ
Oh. Shit.
A realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning.
โHow could I forget!โ he cries, standing up abruptly, โIt is my birthday!โ
He tells Lambad that heโll take a raincheck on that glass of wine before leaving the tavern. Kaveh rushes home as fast as he can and finds Alhaitham standing in front of the shelf with the Aranara carving on one hand and a bag on another.
Alhaitham raises his eyebrows when he sees Kaveh practically flying from the front door.
โNo, waitโ-โ Kaveh tries to catch his breath, โD-donโt throw that away!โ
โOh?โ Alhaitham puts down the Aranara and turns to face the architect. โSeems like you finally remember something.โ
โSorry for what I said this morning,โ Kaveh blurts out, โI know it sounds like an excuse but that clientโs project kept me frustrated all night and I shouldnโt have taken it on you.โ
Alhaitham looks at him silently.
โAlright, alright,โ Kaveh puts two hands in the air, โI apologize for calling it ugly.โ
The Scribe lets out a chuckle right this second. It is clear that he does not intend put up any fights with Kaveh on his birthday.
Alhaitham hands him the Aranara in question and asks, โWill you also stop calling my other wood carvings ugly?โ
โWell, I wouldnโt go that far,โ Kaveh replies with a beaming smile. His eyes light up as he takes the wooden figure in his hands.
Alhaitham gives him birthday presents every year but they are usually books or drafting tools. This is the first time Kaveh has received something custom-made. Well, from anyone, really.
โI donโt know whatโs gotten into me this morning,โ he mumbles, feeling the rough wood under his fingers. โSure, it looks a bit cruder than that one in your bedroom which I kind of like, but the more you look at it, the morโ- Hey!โ
โI changed my mind,โ Alhaitham announces with a straight face, the Aranara is now back to his hand. โIโm taking it back.โ
Kaveh blinks.
โWhat did you just say!?โ he raises his voice.
โI donโt see any reasons why it should be in the possession of someone who doesnโt appreciate it,โ he replies simply while putting the wooden figure in the bag, then starts to walk to the entrance hall.
โHow do you know I donโt appreciate it!?โ Kaveh follows him, trying so hard not to yell at his back, โThis is ridiculous! You just gave it to me literally a second ago!โ
That does not make Alhaitham slow down one bit. In the heat of the moment, Kaveh charges at him without thinking.
Next thing he knows, they are both on the floor with Alhaitham being beneath him. He quickly snatches the bag from the Scribeโs hand and sits up.
โHa!โ Kaveh exclaims, raising it in the air in victory. โYou cannot walk away from me this time! Donโt you know that itโs rude to take back what you have given!?โ
When there isnโt any response, Kaveh glances down, only to see that Alhaitham is covering his face laughing.
Kaveh looks at this scene in disbelief.
โWere you just teasing me!?โ he asks with a high-pitched voice, โOh my god, who are you? What have you done to my Alhaitham?โ
โI couldnโt help,โ he is still laughing, โYou shouldโve seen your face.โ
Itโs extremely rare for Kaveh to see a silly side of Alhaitham, let alone seeing him laughing like this. Kaveh stares dazedly at him, completely forgetting why he was mad in the first place.
โYou can have the Aranara,โ Alhaitham says with a smile, โWill you get off me now? Although I donโt really mindโ-โ
Kaveh interrupts this sentence with a cough, just realizing what a dangerous position they are in. He shifts to move out of the way, but at this moment, a small piece of paper falls of the bag and lands on Alhaithamโs chest.
The Scribeโs eyes widen as he moves to reach for it, but Kaveh is quicker.
Seeing whatโs on there, he is speechless.
Alhaitham covers his face again, but his ears are turning visibly red. The worse thing is, Kaveh can also feel his face burning too.
โYou carved this,โ he asks softly, โfor me?โ
After a while, Alhaitham admits with a sigh, โYes.โ
Kaveh is dumbfounded. He assumed that it was merely a commission. Never has he ever thought Alhaitham would go that far to do something like this for him.
โThatโs why youโve been coming home late for the past week!โ Kaveh just remembers how unusual it was when he said that he needed to work overtime.
โYou knowing this wasnโt part of the plan, I was too careless.โ he says flatly and decides to pull himself up, unintentionally getting closer to Kaveh. โNow itโs good time for you to forget you have seen that workshop receipt.โ
โNuh-uh,โ Kaveh pokes his chest, โThis Aranara is now worth a million mora to me.โ
โYou have just burdened yourself with a new enormous debt thenโ Alhaitham teases.
โHey!โ
โI think wood craving has grown on me.โ Alhaitham smiles, โSo Iโm afraid youโll have to put up with these ugly figurines for now.โ
โCome on, they are not that ugly,โ Kaveh chuckles, โBut we do need to set up a proper corner for them so they donโt disrupt the current aesthetic.โ
The Scribe canโt help but roll his eyes at this comment.
โSeriously though, thank youโ Kaveh softly touches his shoulder and looks directly into his eyes, โItโs the first time someone did something so special for me. I will always treasure it.โ
The Scribe stares back at him and without a warning, Alhaitham pulls him into his arms and whispers to his hair, โHappy Birthday, Kaveh.โ
After that, Collei, along with Cyno and Tighnari, burst open their front door right when they are still hugging in the hallway. Kavehโs face turns as red as a tomato as Alhaitham helps him up on his feet.
The night cannot be more perfect. The house is filled with the smell of good food, laughers and joy. His most favorite dishes are laid out on the table and the gifts are waiting for him to open. Wine never tastes better and even Cynoโs jokes are funnier than usual.
Kaveh watches as everyone starts to eat and cheerfully discuss about what games they are going to play tonight. His heart aches a bit thinking of how much he does not want to ever lose this; his friends, his happiness, his home.
And when his eyes accidentally meet with Alhaithamโs, he cannot help but wonder, would things turn out differently if he hadnโt met the Scribe at the tavern that night where he had taken Kaveh in?
He tries harder now to stay happy, to actually listen to some of Alhaithamโs advice, the sensible ones at least.
โDonโt burden yourself with something unnecessary from the past and from the futureโ, he would say.
So instead of dwelling on the past regrets and unknown future, Kaveh thinks he is ready now to find comfort in the present happiness.
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Til Itโs Gone
Theodore Nott x reader
Based on this cute lil request ๐ค
Summary: It seemed like theyโd always been there. An ever-growing thorn in Theodoreโs side. He really didnโt realize what heโd had until it was gone. (Happy ending I swear)
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Theo let out a heavy sigh as he slumped into his seat, ignoring the cheery smile on your face as you turned to face him.
โHi Theodore!โ You chirped brightly, gaze landing on the tall brunette boy coming to sit next to you.
Salazar, here we go, Theo thought bitterly.
โTheo.โ
โRight. Theo. How was your day?โ You continued on, seemingly oblivious to his indifference as you scribbled mindlessly on your parchment.
Theodore wasnโt stupid. Quite the opposite in fact. He knew you liked him. That much youโd made rather obvious. Especially as of late. If saving him a seat everyday in this miserable class didnโt make it clear to everyone that you had a certain affection for the boy, then the notes dropped in his bag, or kisses blown from across the Great Hall certainly did.
The only reason Theo even accepted sitting next to you was because the seat was positioned perfectly to be just outside of Professor Binnsโ field of vision, saving him the work of pretending to care about whatever topic the professor was rattling on about.
โI donโt see why you even put up with it all,โ Mattheo often said. โJust reject them and move on with it.โ
โOr at least stop sitting with them. Youโre only encouraging them,โ Enzo would add.
Yet, here he was, still sat lazily in the seat next to you. Theo didnโt particularly care that you fancied him to be quite honest. Heโd gotten used to the same pattern of stoically ignoring your chatter, copying your carefully organized notes, and leaving. So long as you werenโt too annoying, he didnโt see the harm in sticking around. Besides itโs not like you werenโt easy on the eyes. And he supposed there was something to be said about the confidence with which you acted that set you apart from the general hoard of girls harboring similar feelings.
โTheo?โ
Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he glances at you out of the corner of his eye.
โFine.โ He replied tersely before turning once more to stare blankly ahead.
Heโd changed his mind. Absolutely not. This was horrible. At this point, Theo wasnโt even sure if you actually liked him, or were only claiming you did as an excuse to see how much you could embarrass him.
โMate, this is getting to be Weaselette levels of weird,โ Draco said as their group stared in horror at the third year who had approached them warily in the halls with a poem to read aloud in hand.
Theo visibly shuddered, remembering the awful valentine the youngest Weasley had sent Saint Potter a few years prior.
โSave everyone the embarrassment and walk away now, kid,โ Draco told the boy. โGo on. Scram.โ
The third year didnโt need to be told twice and quickly darted off, away from the group of Slytherin boys.
โIt isnโt even 8am mate. Where does that girl get the time to do all this?โ Enzo grumbles as they made their way into the Great Hall for breakfast.
Theo simply ignores his friendโs comments, something he was getting used to doing, as they all sat down at their usual table.
Theyโd all seemed to have an opinion on you as soon as it became apparent that you had developed a crush on him, and Theo had just about had enough of his friendโs seemingly endless comments regarding his not so secret admirer.
The familiar small parcel tied neatly with a white ribbon that sat waiting for Theodore in his usual spot didnโt go unnoticed, starting the whole thing up again.
โFor Salazarโs sake Theo, do you not find it creepy?โ Draco asks, eyeing the package.
Theo rolled his eyes at his dramatic friend.
โI donโt care. You all seem to be more interested in y/nโs little stunts than I am, and Iโm the one theyโre intended for. Theyโre harmless. Just leave it and theyโll probably get bored eventually.โ
โYeah, or theyโll just keep it up thinking youโre playing all hard to get or what not,โ Mattheo snorts.
Theo just glares at his friend, stabbing a sausage with his fork. Just behind Mattโs head, seated at a table with your own friends, Theo sees you blow a kiss his way, winking cheekily.
โAw, they growing on you? Who wouldโve thought dark and broody would be into golden girl herself,โ Mattheo teases, earning him a sharp kick from under the table.
โMorning Theodore,โ you greet, as the brooding boy once again took his seat beside you, this time in potions.
โItโs Theo.โ
โThatโs what I said.โ
You hear the boy let out a small snort and you smile to yourself. That was one of the biggest reactions youโd been able to get out of the boy.
Your friends often wondered why you so insistently pursued the grumpy Slytherin boy, despite his general apathy towards you, and honestly, it was as simple as the fact that you enjoyed the challenge.
It was like your own little game of cat and mouse. Constantly finding little ways to make the boy smile, even if he didnโt realize it was you. And the rush of excitement you got anytime you were able to elicit any sort of reaction from the boy was like a drug that kept you coming back for more.
Youโd found that the best way to elicit such reactions was by staging little acts of public affection whether it be a kiss sent his way or an origami note perched on his desk. Each time, you could see the heat rise softly in the boyโs cheeks as he tried desperately to keep it at bay, sometimes even fighting back a small smile.
Today you had come to class a bit early in order to set up both you and Theoโs potion stations before the brown haired Slytherin arrived, taking extra care to gather enough ingredients for each of your potions. You werenโt even sure he realized that you were doing all this for him, but watching his satisfied smile as he brewed away made it worth it.
That was another thing you had grown to appreciate about the boy. While his friends were all rather light-minded and rowdy, his wit and level-headedness balanced out the group. Theo was smart, and didn't feel the need to make a point about it, flying under the radar of many of your classmates when it came to who had the best marks. Sure it was fun to tease the boy, but you also had a certain admiration for him that went deeper then the nonserious way you often conducted yourself around him.
The rest of the class passed in a sort of agreed upon silence as you worked on your potions. Of course youโd like to talk to Theo a bit, but youโd found heโd preferred the silence, usually not uttering more than a few words to you per class. It was something you could work on eventually you supposed.
โSee you later Theodore,โ you said brightly once you had finished gathering up your things. Joining your group of friends, you toss one last wave over your shoulder at the boy, smiling to yourself. He hadnโt bothered to correct you for once.
The last thing Theo expected while roaming the dusty shelves of the library was to hear his own name being whispered from deeper within the maze of books he was searching through. The library was where he went to escape his friendโs incessant gossip about the rest of the schoolโs population, yet he was interested in what was being said about him. He didnโt often venture outside his usual group of Slytherins, so he didnโt know exactly what he expected to hear.
Following the loud whispers, Theo stopped, looming in the shadows once he was able to make out the dark figures of students huddled in one of the many rows of books.
โSure Theo might be one of the most attractive boys in our year, but his head is so far up his own arse, itโs a wonder he can see straight.โ A voice practically snarled as its owner leaned lazily against one of the shelves.
Theo felt himself immediately tense. Is that what they thought now? His fists clenched as he refrained from crashing through the shelves to give these snots a piece of his mind.
โHonestly, being an arrogant prick isnโt something to be proud of. Heโs just like every other Slytherin who makes being a pure blood their only personality trait.โ Another voice adds.
โOh fuck off you two.โ
Theoโs ears perk up, surprised to hear your voice join the chatter.
โPlease, like youโre one to talk y/n. Youโre practically blinded by desperation. Theo Nott is an utter prat and he treats you like shit. Have some bloody self respect.โ
โIโm not desperate, you git. And Theodore isnโt an arrogant prick. Thereโs nothing wrong with having a little bit of pride. Itโs not like you see him going around bragging about how amazing he is. If youโre going to talk about arrogant pricks, talk about Cormac. Or Draco even.โ
โWhatever. That still doesnโt excuse his behavior towards you. I donโt understand why you insist on embarrassing yourself when he clearly has no interest in you. But heโs too much of a coward to say anything.โ
โOh for the love of- Theodore doesnโt owe anyone anything. Me included. I do the things I do because I can and I want to, and quite frankly it isnโt anyone elseโs business but my own. So why donโt you two get your heads out of your own arses and stop worrying about me, and stop worrying about Theodore.โ
With that, Theo listened as your footsteps slowly got quieter as you stomped away, your words ringing in his head.
Theo had never been in love before. But in that moment, he was beginning to see the appeal. Fuck that was hot as hell.
For Theo, it all spiraled down from there as he finally began to see you. Really see you. And not just as some girl who had a silly crush on him.
It started with the notes. He hadnโt noticed before, but it wasnโt just him that youโd slip a note to in the hallway. After one particularly difficult transfiguration exam, Theo watched as you dropped a note with a chocolate candy attached into the bags of your friends.
Another day, he arrived to potions early to find you carefully setting up his station as he hovered in the doorway. After class, he didnโt rush out like he normally would and instead watched as you quietly slipped an extra copy of your notes to a student he knew struggled with the class.
And while you werenโt exactly blowing kisses to all of your friends across the Great Hall, Theo began to notice the way you didnโt hesitate to throw your arms around your friends, hugging them tightly when you got excited. Or grasping onto a hand as you wandered through Hogsmeade, arms swinging in carefree bliss.
It was about a month after Theo had begun his silent observations that he began to feel it. The slow pull away as your presence began to fade from his life. He almost didnโt notice at first. It had been about a week since heโd last found a note in his bag, or parcel waiting for him on his seat. You still smiled brightly at him if your eyes met from across the Great Hall, but now that he thought about it, Theo couldnโt remember the last time youโd blown a kiss his way.
It all came to a head the day Theo walked into History of Magic to see one of your friends sitting next to you in his usual seat, chattering away.
โNice mate, they finally get the message?โ Mattheo asks with a grin, elbowing him in the ribs.
Theo remained silent as he followed his friend to a seat in the back, eyes not leaving the spot where he should be sitting.
It continued on like this for what Theo thought was eternity. Salazar he missed you. Weeks passed filled with sleepless nights where he would stare at the ceiling contemplating where he had gone wrong. At the very beginning really, he thought dryly, remembering his initial feelings of agitation and annoyance. He wished he could go back and give himself a good smack upside the head.
The day Theo passed you in the hall and you didnโt even spare him a passing glance was the day Theo finally broke.
โLorenzo.โ He said, slamming the door of their dormitory open, startling his roommate.
โTheodore?โ
Theo glares at the use of the name.
โYouโre the romantic type. How do I do it?โ Theo asked as he stomped his way over to his bed.
With a bemused look, Enzo swings around to look at his roommate, wondering if one of the ghosts had somehow possessed him.
โYou want to know. How to do romance?โ Enzo asks slowly, not fully believing heโd heard his friend correctly. Theo was probably one of the most emotionally detached people heโd ever met.
โYes. Y/n. I want to make it up to her.โ
"I thought we didn't like her?" Enzo said, growing more concerned for his friend's mental state by the minute.
"We didn't. But now we do, and I want to make things right."
Enzo blinked. Oh this was not going to be easy.
As you sat in the court yard with a group of your friends, textbooks in hand as you attempted to study for the charms test the next day, your eyes flickered momentarily as a sea of green wandered by. Quickly you look away before your eyes could meet Theoโs and you try to turn your attention back to your friendโs idle chatter.
It had been what? A month since youโd stopped actively seeking out the boyโs attention. Maybe more. And you missed him. His sarcastic smiles and pretty eyes that seemed to be fixed in a permanent glare.
But you were also tired. Mostly tired of the snarky comments. โHave some self respect.โ โSo desperate.โ The voices of your classmates echoed in your head, and eventually you began to draw back. You knew heโd noticed. Youโd seen his eyebrows furrow in confusion that day youโd let your friend sit beside you in class. A pang of guilt washing over you. But itโs not like he showed any signs of wanting things to go back to the way they were. So you simply stayed away. Maybe thatโs what heโd wanted all along.
Your thoughts followed you as you eventually made your way back to your dormitory, wanting nothing more than to wrap yourself up in a warm blanket and disappear. As you approach your bed however, you make out something that definitely wasnโt there when youโd left that morning. A gorgeous bouquet of little white flowers wrapped in thick brown paper, tied off with a silky emerald green ribbon. Stamped on the corner of one of the brown folds, the letters TN shown at you in gold curls.
โOh those are beautiful!โ Your roommate gasps when she sees the flowers. โLily of the valley! Those can symbolize renewal ya know. Usually theyโre given as like, an apology of sorts, or if someone wants to start over.โ She tells you. Ever the herbology buff. โWho are they from?โ
A smile grows on your lips as her words sink in and you press the flowers close to your chest.
โJust a special friend,โ you reply.
After all the months of Theo's coldness towards you, you'd never quite allowed yourself to truly believe the boy would ever return your affection, but maybe things were beginning to look up.
Over the course of the next several days, you begin to notice little things that had Theodoreโs name written all over them.
After the charms exam the following day, you find a note of encouragement written in Theoโs familiar scrawl dropped in your bag along with a bag of your favorite toffees. How heโd managed to get it there without you noticing was beyond you.
There were little things too. Your stations in herbology and astronomy were always set up and waiting for you when you walked into class. The book on ancient runes that youโd been searching for showed up on your bedside table. (You werenโt sure how he was doing that either, but you werenโt about to question it.) And there always seemed to be a comfortable smirk on Theodoreโs face whenever your eyes wandered over to where he sat with his friends, eyes seemingly boring into you.
Now, you sat quietly in your own little nook of the library, quill in hand as you scribbled away at your ancient runes essay, the book Theo left you being quite helpful.
You were happy he'd found his way back into your life, happier still that he was actually making a point to be included in your life.
โYou donโt mind do you?โ A voice asks, startling you and causing ink to splatter against the parchment.
With shocked eyes, you look up to see Theodore standing next your table as if your thoughts had summoned him there. He sets his books down, frowning at your now ruined paper.
With a flick of his wand, the mess is gone.
โSorry bout that,โ he mutters, sitting down across from you.
You blink, not entirely convinced youโre not hallucinating.
โYou know, I remember you being much more talkative,โ he says, a sly smirk reaching across his face as you realize youโve yet to say anything to the boy.
โI remember you being significantly less talkative,โ you blurt out before quickly covering your mouth with your hand in horror.
To your relief, the boy in front of you lets out a low laugh.
"Fair enough. See you've been liking the book," he says, gesturing towards the open text.
"Oh yeah, I've been meaning to say something, thank you."
"Don't worry bout it. I never said thank you for all the things you did. Probably should've." He replies, looking down as he pulls out his own quill and parchment. "I am sorry by the way."
"For?" You ask, head tilting to the side in curiosity.
"Everything. Or for doing nothing is probably more accurate," he says, flipping open his text book.
You can tell that he's nervous as he fidgets with the corners of the book's pages, and you desperately want to ease the tension between the two of you.
A moment of silence passes between the two of you as you debate whether or not to say anything more, or go back to your essay. Finally, you look up at the boy that you had been chasing after for all these months, and remind yourself that he had actually been the one to go through all the trouble of seeking you out tonight.
Gathering your courage, you open your mouth to speak. "Theodore?"
"Yes, Bella?" he replies, eyes carefully following the lines of next.
"Would you like to join me in Hogsmeade this weekend?"
His eyes snap up at this, and you see the familiar hint of red make it's way into his cheeks once more.
"Only if I can have my seat back in History of Magic." The boy replies.
"I think I can have that arranged."
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The diner is bustling with life and smells alike, people in their summer jackets eager to sit down and dig into a plate of greasy, fatty meats. You're just as excited, your fingers curled into Eddie's sleeve and following his lead as he weaves through a gaggle of kids playing between the bar and the booths.ย
"Sorry, sir," a young girl says to him, springing out of his path.ย
"That's okay," he says, leaning back to squint at you curiously, "Do I look like a sir?" he asks you.
Pale faced, dark-haired, the remnants of last night's eyeliner clinging to his bottom lashes, you can't say you'd look at Eddie and think, Sir. Pretty boy extraordinaire with a rather inviting smile, absolutely.ย
"I think so, sir," you say.ย
Eddie laughs at you, pressing a hand behind your shoulders to move you along. His friend Gareth waves from a booth tucked in a corner under a white sconce. Jamison sits to his left, and Margaret to his right. You feel a little skip in your pulse at the sight โthey intimidate you, and you want desperately for them to like you, only you never know what to say.ย
"Hey," Eddie says as you approach the booth. He pushes you gently to encourage you into the seat first. "How's it going? Did we order?"ย
"We were waiting for you. They said we have to go up to the bar when we're ready."
"We're late, I get it. Where's Jeff?"ย
"He went to the bathroom, like, ten minutes ago," Jamison says with a sigh, climbing to his feet. "I'll go see if he's alright."ย
"He's fine. Maggie, are you coming to order?" Gareth says, getting up with him.ย
"Yes, finally!" she says.ย
The relative chaos of your arrival has you hesitating in your seat. Margaret left her purse and her jacket on the table, and Jamison his keys.ย
"You okay to stay here while I order?" Eddie asks.ย
You'd much prefer Eddie order for you, but you don't want to be sitting here by yourself if Jamison and Jeff come back before him. You won't know what to say. It won't be their fault. You'll make things awkward for everyone.ย
You stand up again, shedding your jacket as you do. No one's gonna steal anyone's stuff, the bar is too close. "I'll come with you."
Eddie slots your fingers together easily, grinning, "Lucky me."ย
His friends order first and return to the booth soon after. You and Eddie get cut by a cranky looking old lady but neither of you say anything, nowhere to be and no reason to mind. He tells you about the guitar he's been repairing at work and you listen adoringly, in love with the shape of his lips and how he says every word. He's a great storyteller.ย
A new friend appears once you've ordered.ย
"Hey, Eddie!" one of the waiters says, appearing from the kitchen with a tray of drinks and fries in hand. "Man, I've been trying to get a hold of you all week. The string on my daughter's guitar flew off, nearly blinded her in the process, would you be able to fix that for me? I'll pay you for your time."ย
Eddie waves it off. "It'll only take five minutes, you can drop by whenever I'm home. Why do they keep splitting like that, is she messing with the pegs?"ย
"She definitely is. Can I get your number? Macey washed my pants without emptying the pockets."
There's a mad scramble for a pen. You have one in your jacket because Eddie's always looking for one, but your jacket is back in the booth. You promise to make a hasty return and set off for it, glad to see Jeff's alright, standing at the table likely waiting for you and Eddie to get back rather than move your things. You like Jeff most out of everyone. With the whole group collected you know he won't drag you into conversation.ย
"She's a bitโฆ much," Gareth's saying.
"How can she be a bit much? She doesn't say a lot," Maggie says.ย
You frown. You're the only other she.ย
"Not like that, justโ the touching and stuff. She's always grabbing onto him like a toddler. I don't think I could stand it."ย
"You don't have to stand it," Jeff says. "She's Eddie's girl."ย
"Clearly."ย
"Gareth, when was the last time you got laid?" Maggie asks, flicking a hair tie at him, to his annoyance. "You're being bitter. They fucking love each other, man, it's nice."ย
"It is a little tiny bit too much sometimes," Jamison says.
You wince. You know it's a matter of seconds before one of them turns to see you standing there. Is it worse to turn around or to approach?ย
You walk up to the table just as Gareth says, "Yes! Thank you man, she's tooโ"ย
He cuts off when he sees you with a cough.
"Who?" you ask, full well knowing it's you. Honestly, you're shy but you still get mad, you kind of want him to own up and say it while you're there, and at the same time you're hoping against hope they'll lie.ย
Thankfully, they pretend it was about someone else.ย
"Nobody," Maggie says.ย
"Some girl at the library," Jamison says.ย
You lean past Jeff with as sunny an apology as you can manage to grab the pen from your jacket. "Eddie," you say by way of explanation, holding the pen up with a shrug.ย
You walk away quicker than you should. It's obvious you've overheard. There's a thump and a, "Nice fucking job, loser."ย
Eddie's deep in conversation as you offer the pen. He takes it without stopping, but he makes sure he kisses your cheek.ย
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" you say.ย
"I'll be right there, sweetheart."ย
To get to the bathroom you have to walk past the booth again. With the hurt feeling pounding between your ears and what you suspect might be all eyes on you, you make for one of the two doors. The summer sun and the dry Hawkins heat hits you immediately, a second layering of smothering to wrap around the first. You walk around a rainbow chalk hopscotch and into the shade of the smoking shelter, hands at your collar, breathing hard.ย
Don't cry, you think firmly. Don't cry. They'll know if you do and that's twice as embarrassing as walking out. Imagine how embarrassed Eddie will feel if you cause a scene.ย ย
You sit on the little perch in the shelter and stare at the floor. There's nowhere to look that isn't stingingly bright, the sun in the white-blue sky glaring down on you and the sidewalk bleached a blinding ivory. You close your eyes against it. Your shoulders hunch in protectively. Your hands find their way to your face.ย
Like a toddler, Gareth said. You press your fingertips into your eyes, fighting against the ache. Is that true? Are you childish in how much you rely on Eddie? You take his hand and his arm, you catch onto his clothes when you're worried, you step behind him when you're overwhelmed.ย
"Shit," you whisper.ย
The breeze washing over you does little to cool you down. You must sit there for a handful of minutes, worried and nauseous.ย
"Hey," Eddie says gently. You flinch despite his best efforts not to startle you.ย
He looks tall outlined by the sun.ย
"You okay?" he asks.ย
"I just wanted some fresh air," you say.ย
He raises his brows slightly. "That why Gareth just apologised to me?"ย
You wince as he sits down. All of you wants to sag into his side, but a small voice tells you not to. You stay ramrod straight, hands pressed flat and clammy to your knees.ย
Eddie gives your elbow a rub. His thumb digs into soft skin and the harder suggestion of cartilage and bone before sliding up. He uses touch often to convey silent reassurement. This seems to say, I don't know what happened, but I'm here.ย
"I'm fine. We can go back inside," you say, attempting to fool him.ย
"There's no rush." His voice tips to a low, rough register. He's keyed in to your upset, no doubt about it. "It's a nice day, babe."ย
He gives you a minute. The small feathering of clouds skirts one edge of the horizon to the other, the shadow of the diner stretching tall as the sun lazes down. You push the worst of your feelings from your mind. It's easy to do with such an unshakeable support at your side, his fingers curling down to your forearm, vying for a hand to hold.ย
"I heard your friends talking about me. It wasn't all nice," you confess.ย
"Assholes."ย
You glance at his face. He has a crease between his brows.ย
"Well, mostly Gareth. He said that Iโฆ act like a kid. A toddler, that I'm too much, at least for him to stand. And don't get me wrong, Eds, I'm not thrilled that they were talking about me, but I guess Iโฆ" You take a short breath and look away from him. "I hate that it's true."ย
"You can be mad when people talk shit. I'm mad," he says. "He said you're like a toddler?" He shuffles closer to you on the bench. "Babe, it's not true, okay? You're not too much. Fuck, we're here to hang out and they can't wait ten minutes to run their mouthsโ"ย
"It wasn't like that, it was just Gareth." Gareth's always been the selfish friend.ย
"He doesn't get a pass for saying something shitty 'cos he's always shitty. I brought you here," โyou peek at him, recognising upset in his tone even when it's the barest inklingโ "knowing you didn't really want to come because you get so nervous," โhe sounds pained for youโ "I fucking told him to leave you alone. I said we wouldn't come around if he didn't stop being a mood killer."ย
You worry at your bottom lip. "Maybe that's kind of his point, Eds. You have to look out for me. You had to ask someone to be nice to me 'cos I can't handle itโ"ย
"You don't have to handle it. The people around you should be nice to you. This isn't high school, you don't have to put up with it, and I told him that." Eddie grabs your arm with the hand that isn't tangled in yours and turns you to face him. "I'm sorry," he says, almost a murmur, "I didn't invite you today to have you humiliated."ย
You're feeling a little mortified by the passion of his feelings. He's mad at the wrong person, isn't he? "Why are you sorry? I'm the one who clings to you."ย
"I want you to." Eddie holds your eyes, brown and big and imploring you to listen, the starts of his brows sewing together. "I'm sorry because it's not fair. And because Gareth was a dick to you. And for getting mad." He smiles at you ruefully. "I'm being a dick, too."ย
"In what world?"ย
Eddie leans in slowly, giving you enough time to close your eyes as his nose bumps into yours, encouraging your head up to allow for a kiss. He kisses twice, a third time, pulling away to rub your bottom lip.ย
"Are you really upset?" he asks softly.ย
You know whatever answer you give him is one he's okay with.ย
"I feel so embarrassed," you say. "They knew that I overheard them. Now I feel like I'll be constantly worried about how much I'm touching you."ย
"Well, that's their problem. That doesn't say shit about you," Eddie says, wrinkling his nose.ย
"I'm really not too much?" you ask. He can likely hear how desperate you are for a kind answer, your throat burning with the effort it takes to stave off tears.ย
"You've never been too much. I'm the too-much one. You wouldn't even hold my hand when we first started dating, you remember that? We'd go to the movies and you'd get so flustered when I bought your ticket." Eddie's arms wrap around your waist, the breeze ruffling his sweet curls and sending gusts of his smell your way. You're a goner, dropping your face into his shoulder. "Do you remember that?" he asks again, his face slipping down to yours as he hugs you close. "The first time we went to the Hawk together, I went first, and I don't know why you thought you'd have to buy your own ticket but you got all quiet when I got yours, too. I loved that. You know what I loved even more than that?"ย
You smile, knowing he's going to say something lovely. "What?" you ask.ย
"I loved how proud you were to sit down with me. You wouldn't hold my hand but you'd put your cheek on my shoulder just like this."ย
Eddie rubs the tip of his nose against your temple. "I love how much you want to be near me," he says. "It's not childish, is it? If being closer to me makes you feel better, there's nothing wrong with that. Gareth's just jealous 'cos he isn't getting laid."ย
"That's what Maggie said." You laugh.ย
"Maggie's a good one. She makes Gareth bearable, kind of."ย
You feel the stretch of his back under your hands. Your head is pounding from the sudden rush of big emotions, your tongue dry and throat aching, but you don't have a lick of urgency to get up and go back in.ย
"He's such a dick," you whisper.ย
Eddie laughs, patting your back. "Such a fucking dick."ย
"I can't help being a loser and wanting to hug you so much," you say. You're joking now, but it's true all the same.ย
"I tempt the untemptable," he says agreeably.
You laugh and lift up a bit to hug him harder, your face pressing into his neck.ย
"You're not a loser," he says more seriously. "You know that, right? What Gareth said, it's not okay, but there's no accounting for idiocy." Eddie sits back on the bench, taking your forearms into his hands for some more soft massaging. "He can think whatever he likes, I'm not the government, but he was wrong, and also it's rude and, again, super shitty of him to do that here. So with your blessing I'm gonna punch him in the face."ย
"Nooooo," you murmur.ย
"Very soft no. Taking it for a yes."
"Eddie, you can't hit Gareth."
"He should watch his mouth, then."ย
You reach up for a second hug. You love that he prioritised how you felt, as well as how eager he is to stick up for you โhow mad he is on your behalf.ย
"He's trying to take this away from me," Eddie says, leaning back under your weight, arms crossing behind your spine. He looks up at you like you've stolen his breath, lips parted and teeth peeking out with his smile.ย
"Do you really want to punch him?" you ask. You sound very fond.
"I hate that he made you feel bad about yourself. And he irritates me."ย
"Butโฆ"ย
Eddie hums like he's thinking for a moment. "No, I definitely still want to hit him."ย
You tuck a curl away from his cheek tenderly. "Thanks for wanting to defend my honour, Eds," you say.
"I'm on your side through everything." He looks ridiculously pretty saying such a ridiculously lovely thing. "That's how we work, right? You're on my side too?"ย
Your face flushes with heat. "Of course I am, baby."ย
"Good. Unrelated to our previous conversation, how much money do you have, roughly? In case I need financial aid in the coming days." He drops his voice to a whisper, "How much even is bail lately?"ย
You cup his cheek. "We can't afford it," you whisper back.ย
"Typical."ย
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | ํ์ค | w.c. 900
Your eyes snapped open as you were awoken by a wave of painful cramps in your abdomen, the intensity so bad it made you physically react and curl in on yourself, your eyes squeezing shut in response. When that didn't bring any relief, you rolled over on your stomach, then onto your back with your arms resting on either side of your head as you stared at the ceiling.
You tried not to move around too much so as not to disturb your boyfriend, Hongjoong, who was sleeping soundly beside you. No doubt was he up half the night working on music, so you knew he needed his rest.
Quietly, you slipped out of bed to the bathroom and sifted thought your box of sanitary items to get something to put on before sliding back under the covers, silently praying the cramps would ease up enough for you to doze off.
Your fingers curled around the sheets, hands balled into fists as you tried to ignore the pain and go back to sleep. Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, and the cramps were too much to bare, so much that an unconscious, quiet whimper slipped past your lips, your face twisted in agony as you pressed it into your pillow. You didn't realize you had woken up your sleeping boyfriend until he called your name drowsily.
"Y/n? You alright?"
There was no hiding it at this point.
"Just my period. You should go back to sleep."
He ignored your suggestion and propped himself on his elbow, eyes scanning you worriedly. "Are you hurting?"
You nodded.
"Is it bad?"
"Enough to keep me from going back to sleep." You winced as another intense wave of cramps hit your lower abdomen.
"Do you need some medicine?"
"I didn't want to take any unless I absolutely have to."
"I think you need some." He commented, pulling back the covers.
"No." You put your hand out, stopping him from getting up. "You were up late and I'm sure you've got to go to the company and work on music later today."
"I can work on it here just the same as I can at work. I've got all my equipment with me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." He nodded. "I'd rather be here at home to help take care of you anyway."
With that, he got up out of bed and shuffled down the hallway to the kitchen where he grabbed a bottle of water and some pain medication to soothe your cramps.
"Here, love." He handed the bottle to you after returning to the bedroom, which you gratefully took, dropping a couple pills into your hand.
"Thanks." You popped the tablets into your mouth and washed them down with water before placing the bottle on the nightstand and slumping against the headboard with closed eyes.
A frown etched its way into Hongjoong's flawless features as he brought a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. Being a man, he was unsure of the amount of pain you were in or how intense it was. Despite that, he wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible during this time. He was fully aware that this was something you'd dealt with for a long time, yet he had a strong desire to care for you and help you through this time of the month. He cared for you too much to watch you suffer.
Your eyes opened to find Hongjoong still standing over you worriedly, his hand resting on top of your head.
"You can lay back down, you know." You chuckled softly.
He stayed in place for a couple seconds before giving in and crawling back into bed with you, his concerned gaze trained on you the entire time.
"Come here." You beckoned him over and he was by your side in an instant.
"Are you going to be okay?" He asked, his hand finding your lower abdomen and rubbing gentle circles over it.
"Of course I will. I just need to give this medicine time to kick in and do it's thing."
"How are your cramps?"
"They still hurt and I'm still uncomfortable, but the little massage feels nice."
"Good." He smiled, applying a little more pressure causing your eyelids to slide closed.
It's true, the massage was enough to lessen the pain, only the tiniest bit, but it was the gesture that counted.
"Are you feeling hot? Or cold? Are you getting chills? Do you need more blankets? If you're too hot I can turn the air conditioner up or bring a fan in here."
"You act like I'm sick or something." You tittered softly at his rambling. "This is just something I have to deal with every month. I'm used to it."
"That doesn't mean I can't take care of you."
"I guess you're right."
"I know I'm right." He grinned. "You still didn't answer my question."
A light chuckle left you. "I'm fine, Joong."
"Alright. I'll stop with the questions now. But if you need anything, and I mean anything, you let me know. If you're craving something specific or need another bottle of water, anything, just say something."
A fond smile graced your features as you brought your hand up to Hongjoong's hair, lovingly running your fingers through it. "What did I do to deserve you?"
"You're just lucky, I guess." He grinned.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | ์ฑํ | w.c. 850
A knock at your front door sounded through your mostly quiet apartment as you lied in bed curled into a ball.
Not fully awake, you didn't register the persistent knocking for quite some time. Only when it got louder did you sit upright, letting out a frustrated groan. You had started your period the day before and your symptoms were terrible. Your cramps were so bad you had to lie down with a hot pack across your abdomen, the heat making you sweat, though every time you took the pack off, you got goosebumps along your skin and felt freezing cold. To make matters worse, there were breakouts on your face, blotting your skin with ugly, discolored spots, all of these things making you feel gross overall. You hoped whoever was at the door wasn't someone important as you went to answer it.
Your heart dropped to your feet when you saw your boyfriend standing outside.
"Seonghwa!" You exclaimed out of surprise, hurrying to cover your face. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to surprise you. Is it a bad time?"
Yes. Is what you wanted to say.
"I..." You trailed off.
"Are you sick?"
"No. I just look terrible right now."
"That doesn't bother me." He chuckled.
You flinched away when you felt his fingers trying to wrap around your wrists.
"No." You groaned, keeping your hands planted firmly on your face. "It's that time of the month and I'm sweaty, my clothes are soaked, my face is covered in breakouts, I'm bloated, and I'm cramping so so badly that I want to cry."
"Hey." He called out softly, pulling your hands away.
You avoided eye contact with him, not wanting him to see you in such a disheveled state.
His gaze softened when he looked at you, a gentle smile gracing his lips.
"You still look beautiful to me."
You wanted to roll your eyes, but you knew Seonghwa was a genuine person and maybe, even though it was hard to believe, you did look beautiful in his eyes.
"Come on. I have an idea." He took your hand, stepping into your apartment and closing the door behind him before leading you to your bathroom.
You weren't sure what he had in mind, but whatever it was he seemed pleased with himself, so you weren't going to stop him.
Once in your bathroom, he let go of your hand and started rummaging through your cabinets.
"Alright, let's see." He muttered to himself, scanning the items in your bathroom closet.
"Hwa, what are you doing?" You finally asked, a light chuckle accompanying your question.
"I'm giving you a spa day."
"A spa day?" You echoed, your heart fluttering slightly.
"Yeah." He pulled a towel and washcloth from the bathroom closet. "You're feeling bad and what better way to help than to have a spa day? Plus, you deserve to be pampered."
You didn't know if it was your period or your overwhelming love and appreciation for Seonghwa, but you felt like crying.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, my love." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Bath or shower?"
"Shower."
Though a bath would be nice, nothing beat the feeling of hot water hitting your lower abdomen, right where the cramps were.
Seonghwa was nice enough to get the shower running for you, sticking his hand in to check the water temperature and make sure it was hot enough.
You thanked him as he left the room, removing your clothes after the door clicked shut. The warm steam hitting your skin as you stepped into the shower was a welcomed feeling. You managed to get through your usual shower routine, the hot water helping to soothe your persistently painful cramps, at least long enough for you to finish bathing.
Once out of the shower, you changed into the fresh pair of clothes you brought with you and used the feminine product you had laid out.
Upon exiting the bathroom, you found Seonghwa laid out on your bed.
"How was your shower?"
"Wonderful. I even cleansed my face while I was in there. I feel so refreshed."
"Well, we're not done yet." He got up off the bed. "Come on."
Guiding you back into the bathroom, Seonghwa opened up a little cabinet beside your sink where all your skincare products were stored and pulled out a small box of acne patches.
He plucked one of the star-shaped pimple patches off the plastic sheet, gently instructing you to stay still while he placed the patch onto your face, covering one of the blemishes.
"One more." He murmured, pulling off a second one and sticking it to your chin.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He placed a kiss to your forehead. "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
"I'm fine for now. Thank you, though. What I would really like is to cuddle up in bed with you, a heating pad, and something to watch."
"I can arrange that." He smiled happily. "But first, let's get you some pain medicine for those pesky cramps."
"That sounds like a good idea."
๐๐๐๐๐ | ์คํธ | w.c. 1,500
Music echoed throughout the practice room as Yunho danced, hitting each move with sharp precision. His facial expressions were intense and full of emotion as if he were putting on an actual performance on stage in front of fans.
You sat in a chair by the wall, watching him with a mesmerized gaze, enraptured by not only him, but his talent and overflowing passion for dancing. Every so often he would glance at you through the mirror, giving you a little smirk before continuing with his routine, knowing the effect he had on you, especially with the sleeves of his t-shirt rolled up to show off his arms.
As you watched, you were suddenly hit with a wave of cramps so painful it caused you to lean forward a bit, almost curling in on yourself. Your face scrunched up in response to the sharp pain.
You had started your period the night before and was expecting to be hit with these terrible cramps sooner or laterโit always happened. When you first start, things are light as your body prepares to run its natural cycle, then on the first official day it hits... and it hits hard. Normally, you're woken up in the early morning hours with the most awful cramps, one's that prevent you from sleeping for a while, but on days like this it hits when you're least expecting it.
Rummaging through your bag, you retrieved a small bottle of menstrual pain relief pills, grateful that you carried some with you at all times. Shaking one out into your palm, you grabbed the bottle of water by your chair and used it to take the medication, thankfully going unnoticed by Yunho. Though you wished it would work right away and rid you of this pain and discomfort, you knew that wouldn't happen.
Attempting to ignore the throbbing in your abdomen, you continued watching your boyfriend move across the wooden flooring of the practice room, hoping for a distraction.
Who were you kidding? Nothing could distract you from from the stabbing pain you were experiencing.
The song ended and Yunho moved over to mess with his phone, choosing another song to dance to, his chest heaving up and down as he huffed out short breaths.
"You're doing so good." You praised him, putting on a smile.
"Thanks." He panted. "I think I'm gonna do a couple more songs before I take a break."
"Don't overwork yourself, okay?"
"I know." He smiled softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead.
The next song started to play and he moved back to the center of the room to begin the routine. You crossed your legs and wrapped your arms around your midsection, curling in a bit in an attempt to get some relief. It seemed one of the best positions to be in during your monthly was curling up in a ball, of course, you couldn't exactly do that right now as you were sitting in a chair.
Your cramps eased up for a moment only to return a few seconds later, goosebumps rising on your skin as the air in the practice room suddenly felt cooler than it was moments before. At the same time, you felt yourself starting to sweat a bit.
Great. You groaned internally.
These were the worst kind of cramps; the ones where you're hot but you're cold at the same time, unable to find a comfortable temperature.
Halfway through the song, Yunho noticed your behavior. He caught you squeezing your eyes shut every so often, seeing an uncomfortable expression on your face and the stiffness in your posture. His dancing immediately ceased as he headed towards you, turning the music down.
"Are you okay, love? You look a little washed out." He commented, placing his hand on your forehead. "What's going on?"
"I got hit with the worst cramps ever." You groaned, giving up your act as you slumped forward in both defeat and agony.
"Oh, baby." Yunho cooed, crouching on the floor beside you, his hand rubbing your back. "Do you need some medicine?"
"I took some a few minutes ago. Just waiting for it to kick in."
"Why don't I take you home so you can rest."
"No. You need to practice."
"I've been practicing long enough. You need to be somewhere with a heating pad."
"That sounds nice." You sighed, imagining the soothing heat pressed against your aching lower abdomen.
"Let's go."
"I can't help but feel like I'm preventing you from practicing." You murmured after stepping into the elevator.
"You're not." He assured you, grabbing hold of your hand. "I wanted to get a little practice in and I did."
The last thing you wanted was to be a burden. Yunho was a famous K-pop idol whose group had a giant fanbase. He needed to practice hard and spend hours at the company to perfect and improve his dancing and performance skills. Somehow, you felt you were a distraction that would cause your boyfriend to get in trouble with the entertainment company for "slacking off".
Yunho, who could tell by the distant look in your eyes that you were lost in a whirl of troublesome and perhaps even negative thoughts, gave your hand a light squeeze, bringing you back to reality.
"Are you hungry?" He asked. "Dancing really worked up my appetite."
"Yeah." You nodded. "I had a light breakfast so I could definitely go for some food."
"Good. We can go back to the dorm and I'll order us something. You can pick whatever you want. Oh, I have a heating pad too. That should help with your cramps."
"But I don't have any... stuff there." You responded.
You had one or two menstrual items with you in your bag, but that wouldn't be enough to last you a visit at Yunho's.
"Oh. Don't worry about it. I can stop by a store on the way and buy whatever you need."
His offer was so sweet it had you falling for him all over again.
"You don't have to do all that."
"I don't mind." His round eyes sparkled with the genuine desire to help you out in any way he possibly could.
The elevator doors slid open and the both of you headed through the lobby and out onto the sidewalk where Yunho's car was parked on the curb.
At the dorm, Yunho handed you the plastic bag with the feminine products he had purchased for you on the way.
"What would you like to eat? I can go ahead and order it."
After going through a list of things you were craving, you decided on one and let Yunho know.
Just before he left the room to place the order, he stopped at the doorway. "If you want to change into something more comfortable, you have free range of my closet."
As soon as he left the room, you wasted no time scurrying over to his closet and rummaging through his shirts. What you currently had on was comfortable, but there was no way you'd pass up the opportunity to wear Yunho's clothes.
Pulling one of your favorite shirts of his from the closet, you brought it with you to the bathroom where you switched out feminine products and changed into the cozy shirt.
Yunho returned just a couple minutes later to inform you the order had been placed before rummaging through his closet, pulling out a heating pad.
"Come on." He beckoned, pulling back the covers of his bed and nodding towards the empty space.
You slid under the sheets, staring up at Yunho who worked to plug up the pad.
"You should lie down and use this while we wait on the food. Then maybe your cramps will be gone and you can fully enjoy your meal."
Your heart swelled with adoration at his words.
Yunho laid the heating pad across your stomach before resting his hand on top of it.
"How's that feel?" His gentle voice asked.
"So good." You sighed out, closing your eyes. "My cramps eased up a bit on the ride over here, but this heat is doing wonders."
"Good." The smile in Yunho's voice was evident as he leaned in, brushing your hair away from your forehead to place a gentle kiss there.
You peeled your eyes open to see Yunho grabbing his dog-shaped body pillow which he designed for his birthday merchandise.
"Here. You can hold Pudeongie."
You chuckled, taking the pillow from him and hugging it to your side. Though you preferred to cuddle with Yunho, you couldn't exactly do that with the heating pad laying over your lower abdomen.
"Thank you for taking care of me." You hummed.
"You're welcome, beautiful." He combed a hand through your hair. "I need to get a quick shower and wash all this sweat off. Then we can cuddle properly while we wait for our food."
A content smile settled onto your features. "That sounds perfect."
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ | ์ฌ์ | w.c. 1,000
Twice. That's how many times you cried over a commercial that day. Why? Well, you were blaming it on your period, especially since grocery store commercials didn't normally tug at your heartstrings on a normal day. I mean, how can you possibly keep it together when there's a commercial about an animated man who's little granddaughter pulls out an old recipe book from his deceased wife that he hadn't opened in years?
You were wiping away tears that were threatening to spill when your phone chimed from its spot beside you on the couch. Flipping the device over, you were met with your boyfriend's contact photo taking up the entirety of your screen. It was a FaceTime call. Your thumb swiped to accept the call, holding the phone up so he could see you.
"Hi, angel." He flashed that heart-melting smile of his, waving to the camera.
Judging by the background, he was at his dorm in his bedroom.
"Hi, Sangie."
His large eyes suddenly became sad, worried even, while his lips stuck into a pout. "Were you crying? Are you okay?"
"Oh." You glanced at yourself in the camera, noticing the slightly glossy look your eyes were currently sporting.
It wasn't super obvious that you had been tearing up, but Yeosang was always so perceptive when it came to you.
"My emotions are all crazy. I got choked up watching a commercial." You chuckled, finding it a bit humorous.
"So you're not sad?" He wanted to be certain that you weren't upset.
"No." You laughed softly. "Just hormonal."
Yeosang's brows raised, his eyes becoming wider in sudden realization. Then came the flood of questions.
"Do you need anything? Are you hurting? Should I pick up some pads? Tampons? Do you have enough pain relievers? Are you drinking lots of water? I heard being active helps cramps. Have you been active? Are you taking vitamins? There are supplements that help ease period symptoms. Should I get you some of those?"
"I'm fine, Yeosang." You cut in before he could continue, chuckling endearingly at his concerned rambling. "I'm not hurting too bad. It's only the third day so my cramps aren't too bad. They come and go, but they're not as severe as they were on day one. Yes I'm drinking water, maybe not enough, but I'm drinking it. And I've been lounging on the couch since I got out of bed."
"Ah. Sorry. I guess I got carried away." That tiny, shy smile of his made its appearance as he rubbed the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. "Have you been eating fruits or something healthy?"
You nearly snorted. "Actually, I've been indulging in some of the cravings I've been having." You lifted a bag of your favorite chips to the camera. "So, what are you up to?"
"I called because I don't have a schedule today and I wanted to see if you'd like to hang out."
Just the thought of spending time with Yeosang made your heart soar with excitement.
"I would love to."
"Since you're on your period, I'll come to your place. If that's okay with you."
"Yeah." You nodded. "That's perfect, actually."
"Okay." He beamed. "I'll start making my way right now."
"I'll be waiting." You waved. "Love you."
"Love you too."
The FaceTime ended and you tossed your phone back to the couch cushion, briefly considering wether or not you should leave your comfortable spot on the sofa and put some makeup on. It didn't take long for you to to completely disregard the idea. After all, you had just FaceTimed him and he saw your makeup-free (and slightly blemished) face so there was no need covering it up.
A gentle knock on your front door sounded just fifteen minutes after your call with Yeosang. You leapt from your seat and scurried to answer the door. The man you had been longing to see stepped inside, wrapping his arms around you in a cozy embrace while he gently rocked the both of you side to side.
"I'm so happy to see you."
"I'm happy to see you too, precious." He pulled away, gazing at you with those sparkly, brown eyes of his. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm cramping, but it's nothing too bad. Not right now, anyway."
"You sure?"
"Mhm."
"What do you feel like doing?"
"Well, I was watching TV on the couch but I'd kind of like to lie down."
"Okay then we'll cuddle in bed and have a movie marathon."
You hummed in agreement and tugged Yeosang further into your home, guiding him to your bedroom where the both of you got comfortable under the covers.
Your boyfriend had barely gotten situated before you were resting your head on his chest and snuggling into his side.
It was a blessing that Yeosang wanted to come over because it's exactly what you needed at that moment. Being cuddled up next to him made your heart swell and provided you with a cozy feeling in your chest.
"What would you like to watch?" He reached for the remote.
"Actually, do you think you could sing to me?"
Yeosang stiffened just the slightest bit, clearly not expecting the request.
"Of course. Any song suggestions?"
"Whatever you want to sing." You murmured, snuggling further into his chest.
A gentle smile graced Yeosang's statuesque features as he began singing a current favorite song of his. His fingers ran through your hair in a gentle and soothing manner, your eyes fluttering closed in response as you listened to his silky voice, which was doing a great job at distracting you from your cramps that were thankfully going away on their own, albeit slowly.
Yeosang's voice was heavenly. From his low register to his faint lisp that could be heard in his singing. It all had your heart doing somersaults in your chest.
"So beautiful." You murmured sleepily, as Yeosang's gentle ministrations were making you drowsy. "Thank you, Yeo."
This was all you needed.
๐๐๐ | ์ฐ | w.c. 1,400
4 AM. That's what time you were finally able to get to sleep the night before. It was that time of the month and your incessant cramps were so bad not even Midol could fix it. You were miserable. Normally, you could ignore any mild cramps that would inconveniently hit just as you were going to bed, but these were the kind that kept you awake, the pain just a little too intense for you to relax, leaving you tossing and turning for hours on end. Between the cramps and having to get up to pee every five minutes, there was no way you could rest.
It was after barely after 4 AM when your cramps eased up just enough for you to relax and finally doze off.
Presently, it was 12 PM, which meant you got a decent eight hours of sleep, even though your body felt like it needed just a smidge more.
You pushed yourself out of bed, giving a brief glance at the fitted sheet wrapped around the mattress to make sure you didn't have any overnight leaks. With no stains in sight, you shuffled to the bathroom where you went through your usual routine and freshened up, which woke you up a bit and made you feel a little less crappy.
You swapped your PJs for some loose-fitting sweats and one of your boyfriend's shirts that he left at your place before heading to the living room to turn on the television. After a few moments of mindless channel surfing, you found a show that grabbed your attention and decided to watch.
It didn't take long for your cramps to start up again. The ache, while annoying, wasn't anything too unbearable, not like last night, anyway. So you ignored it, sinking further into the couch cushions while keeping your eyes locked on the TV.
You made it through the remainder of the episode before the cramps really ramped up, the sudden increase in pain and discomfort causing you to lurch forward.
Your face contorted in agony, the sharp jabs in your abdomen leading you to jump to your feet and make a beeline for the kitchen where the medicine was kept. You tore open the cabinet and located the pain medicine you so desperately needed. Since your cramps were just as bad as they were in the early morning hours, you took two pills, assuring you'd get the minimum amount of pain relief.
With a hot pack laid across your lower abdominal area, you settled back into the couch cushions and proceeded to watch television, doing your best to focus on the show. Sometimes having a distraction helped to take your attention off the wrath Mother Nature was thrusting upon your uterus.
At some point, you unconsciously started rocking back and forth, partially hunched over. The heat paired with the movement seemed to be helping just a little, however now a very thin layer of sweat covered your forehead and on your shirt where the hot pack was pressed against your abdomen was a damp spot. You huffed, pulling off the hot pack to fan your shirt a bit and cool off. That only caused a wave of goosebumps to rise along your skin, the air in your home being a little too cold for your linking. So you laid the hot pack back across your abdomen. This went back and forth for the next ten minutes or so, only adding to your frustration and discomfort.
"Ha. Ha. I love being a woman." You commented dryly to no one at all, wrapping your arms around your midsection.
You probably looked pathetic all crumpled up and curled in on yourself but you were in the privacy of your own home and you were in extreme pain. You'd do whatever it took to get it to go away.
The stabbing cramps had gotten so bad in such a short amount of time. Your brain was in a haze and all you could think about was the pain. Just when you felt you had reached your limit, your phone rang.
Fumbling for the device, you lifted it to see who was calling. It was San, your loving boyfriend whom you were suddenly missing very much. You accepted the call and raised the phone to your ear.
"Hello, gorgeous." His silky voice came through the speaker.
"Hi, Sannie." You did your best to sound cheery, but the greeting came out as a sort of pained grunt.
"Are you okay?" The pout in his voice was evident.
"No. Not really." You answered honestly. "I'm on my period."
A tiny gasp was heard on his end followed by an, "Oh no."
"Yeah."
"You poor thing." He cooed. "Why don't I come take care of you."
"That would be great."
"I'll be over there as soon as I can, baby."
Less than 20 minutes later, there was a knock at your door which had your heart jumping for joy. As soon as you opened the door, San walked in and pulled you into a hug.
"Hi dear." He murmured as he stroked the top of your head. "Are you hurting?"
"Very much so."
"Ah." He nodded knowingly as you parted ways. "I know what I have to do."
He balled his hands into fists, crouching down at bit so he was level with your lower abdomen. Before you had the chance to question what he was doing, he began to punch the area where your uterus was, stopping right in front of it because, well, he would never actually hit you.
"Stop!" He demanded sharply, going in for another punch. "Stop it."
The phrase was uttered during each strike of his fist, his words being punctuated by his actions.
The chuckles that had begun to spill from your lips were now turning into full on laughter as your boyfriend continued punching at your lower abdomen, demanding that it "stop".
"Thank you, Sannie." You giggled.
The both of you made yourselves comfortable on the couch where San immediately wrapped his arms around you and held you close.
"If you need anything, let me know."
"Okay." You tittered softly.
Having San with you provided a good enough distraction to take your mind off the discomfort in your abdominal area. He would make comments about something on TV and ask questions to help keep you occupied with things besides period pains.
At some point, you stood up and excused yourself to go switch feminine products, doing so in just a couple minutes.
It was only when you were returning to the living room that you realized your abdominal cramps had gone away but a persistent, dull ache had become present in your lower back.
Your face twitched slightly as you shuffled towards the couch, catching your always observant boyfriend's attention.
"What is it?" He asked.
"I'm having cramps in my back."
"You have period cramps in your back?" San asked in disbelief.
"Sometimes." You sighed, unconsciously massaging your lower spine.
Your boyfriend was baffled. San knew periods could be a pain and there were lots of symptoms that varied in intensity, but this was crazy. Why would you get pain in other areas? He didn't think that was very fair.
"Come here." San took your hands, leading you to your bedroom where he insisted you lie down on your stomach.
You did as he asked, getting yourself comfortable on the mattress before feeling it dip under San's weight.
"Tell me where it hurts." His hands placed themselves on your spine.
"Lower."
His palms slid further down your back.
"Right there."
San's thumbs rubbed over the muscles a few times, making long upward strokes as he applied pressure on the sore spots. A sigh passed through your slightly parted lips as relief washed over you.
"Is that good?" He inquired tentatively.
"So good."
San hated that this was something you had to deal with every month. Even though that's just how things were and he couldn't do anything about it, it didn't seem fair.
"I'm sorry you're feeling so icky, pretty."
"I'm far from pretty right now." You chuckled.
"Not true."
His ministrations came to a halt as you lifted your head just enough to glance back at him.
"I'm serious." He insisted with a pout.
"You're too sweet." You dropped your head back onto the pillow as he continued massaging.
"Only for you, lovely."
๐๐๐๐๐ | ๋ฏผ๊ธฐ | w.c. 900
If there was one thing about your period, it was that it showed up at the most inconvenient time.
Mingi's body moved with such fluidity that it had you mesmerizedโhypnotized, even. His body control was out of this world and never failed to hold your attention. His oversized sleeveless tee hung off his slim figure, the thin fabric swinging about as he danced with rigor and passion. His movements were so intense sometimes that the hem of his shirt would fly up and reveal his tiny waist and smooth stomach. The sight was a small blessing to your eyes and just another perk of watching him get in an extra practice session on his weekend off. His brows were pulled together in concentration, his sharp eyes fixed on his reflection, inspecting his own movements. He had no idea you were practically drooling over him in the corner of the room.
You were having a wonderful time when suddenly you felt it... the gush.
Right away, you sat upright and pushed yourself up from your seat, standing stiffly in place.
This abrupt and unusual reaction caught Mingi's attention almost immediately and had him scrambling to pause the music.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I just need to go to the bathroom." You excused yourself and headed straight for the practice room door, trying your best to walk normally instead of the usual stiff-legged hobble you would be doing if you were at home.
You had started your period the day prior and it was already in full swing, hitting you with all it had. This morning before you left, everything was light, so you assumed this time around you'd ease into it, but you were so very wrong.
In the bathroom, you closed the stall door behind you, making sure to lock it before taking a seat to assess the damage.
"Oh boy." You whispered under your breath, reaching for your bag and rummaging for an extra pad in the inner side zipper. Empty.
Oh no.
Normally, you had extra feminine hygiene products with you, however, it seemed this time you had forgotten to replace them.
Great.
After washing your hands, you returned to the practice room, shifting from one foot to the other. It appeared that Mingi hadn't moved since you left the room, his normally narrow eyes now round with worry.
"Is everything okay?"
"Uh." You rubbed the back of your neck.
Just say it. It's a normal thing, Y/n. You reminded yourself. There's nothing to be embarrassed about.
"I don't have any pads with me." You confessed embarrassedly.
Mingi blinked owlishly a few times, not quite understanding what you meant.
You gave a vague nod down towards your lower half, trying to communicate without saying it outright.
Mingi's eyes became wider in realization.
"Ohh!"
"Yeah." You sighed. "I forgot to put more in my bag and I need one... like right now."
You were about to apologize for needing to leave so abruptly so you could take care of the problem when Mingi spoke up.
"Stay here. I'll go find you one."
"What?" You questioned, your eyes following him as he hurriedly exited the practice room.
Without receiving a response, you dropped down into the chair you occupied before your hasty exit moments earlier, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to return.
Mingi moved down the halls of KQ, searching for any staff that may be nearby. He popped his head into empty offices and meeting rooms, turning corners and scouring the place for any employees wandering about. The entertainment company had many staff members, so it shouldn't be that hard.
He came upon one of the lounges, poking his head into the room to find two female staff members having a quick snack together.
"Excuse me." He spoke timidly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed to ask for feminine products. "Do either of you happen to have any... pads?"
He was quick to put himself back in place, reminding himself that he was helping you out.
You were his girlfriend and if you needed a pad then gosh darn it he was going to get one for you, embarrassed or not.
"Oh. I'm sorry I don't." One of the women apologized.
"I do, but I left my bag in my office on the next floor." The other responded.
"Ah."
Mingi didn't want to inconvenience the woman, especially since she probably had a busy schedule so he thanked them both and left, continuing his search.
He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes darted around, reading the labels on each door that lined the hall in search of his next place to check.
After three tries, Mingi was able to get you a pad, which he hoped was enough to sustain you for the duration of his solo practice.
Your boyfriend reentered the practice room, holding up the plastic-wrapped square like it was a trophy.
"I got it."
You plucked the item from his hand, pulling him into a hug.
"You didn't have to do that. I was just gonna go to a nearby store and buy some."
"I knew I could find one quicker by asking around."
You smiled softly. "Thank you."
"Of course." He brushed your hair out of your face. "You feeling alright?"
"For now."
"If you need to go home, just let me know."
"I will. Thanks, Mingi."
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You stepped down the aisle that housed all the feminine products you could ever need, Wooyoung coming to a stop beside you as you eyed the pad and tampon section.
"So what size puโ"
"Don't even finish that sentence." You cut him off, raising your hand to stop him. "I don't want to hear that phrase or that word come out of your mouth."
"Yes ma'am." He saluted.
Huffing, you proceeded further down the aisle until you found what you were looking for.
While scanning the different sizes of products available on the shelves, your ever curious boyfriend wandered up and down the aisle to keep himself busy.
Once you acquired what you were looking for, you turned to see Wooyoung holding a box of tampons, examining the packaging.
"You put these inside you?" He asked in disbelief.
"Woo, put those back."
He did as he was told, his face twisted in either disgust or discomfort, you couldn't tell, as he did so.
"Alright. I've got everything I need." You announced, preparing to head to the register until you realized Wooyoung stayed put, staring with furrowed brows at the plethora of feminine products lining the shelves.
"What is it?"
"Why are there so many?" He asked. "How do you even know what to get?"
"It all depends on what you're comfortable with. Some people prefer tampons, others prefer pads."
"Okay but the pictures on these are different." He pointed to a section of pads.
"Right. Some have wings so the pad stays in place and doesn't squish up and some don't. Again, that's all depending on personal preference. Some pads are thin while others are thick so they can absorb more. They vary in size as well. Some people like longer pads so they don't have a leak while they're sleeping or lying down."
Wooyoung's eyes remained wide, his brows pulled together as he soaked in all this new information, scanning over each plastic package.
"How do you know if you need thin pads or thick ones?"
"That depends on your flow."
"Flow?" He echoed.
You did not expect to be having an in-depth conversation about periods with your boyfriend in the middle of the feminine hygiene aisle but there you were.
Then again, he grew up with brothers. Of course he wouldn't know everything about a woman's menstrual cycle. Also you didn't think that was something that a mother would talk to her son about, especially in detail.
"You know how you can barely turn a faucet on and the water runs just a little, but when you turn it more, a lot of water comes out?"
He nodded.
"That's how it is with periods."
"So you can turn it off?"
"Unfortunately not. That's why we need these things." You gestured to the array of feminine products. "What I mean is, with some people their flow is heavy while others are lighter, so you buy products according to that."
"It's not the same for everyone?"
"Not at all. Some people have very heavy flows. I've even heard of people buying bladder leak pads because they're more absorbent."
"It gets that bad?" Wooyoung gaped.
"Mhm." You nodded.
"And it's the same for the other things too?"
"Tampons."
"Right. That."
"Yes. They've got different sizes according to your flow as well."
"Wow. That's so complicated."
"Not when you've lived with it most of your life." You chuckled. "Let's go."
"Girls get cravings for chocolate when they're on their period, right?" Wooyoung asked as the both of you made your way towards the front of the store.
"It's not always chocolate, but yes. Cravings tend to happen." You responded.
"What do you usually crave?" He asked.
"Usually sweet stuff, but it differs."
"Should I get you some?"
Your expression softened as you looked at him, seeing the genuine care in his eyes.
"Sure."
"Come on then. Let's go see what they have." Wooyoung took hold of your free hand, pulling you towards the snack aisle which was packed with junk food and sweets.
You perused the shelves, trying to figure out what sounded good at the moment.
"Pick whatever you want." Wooyoung told you. "My treat."
That made you stop. "What?"
"Your period stuff, snacks, I'll pay for all of it."
For someone who was making period jokes earlier, he sure was being sweet.
You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, thanking him for his thoughtful offer.
On the way home, you decided to tease Wooyoung since he barely knew anything about periods, curious to see his reaction to a particular prank you'd seen circulating the internet.
"Did you know pads and tampons come in different flavors?"
Wooyoung's eyes widened. "Flavors?"
"Yeah. Didn't you notice the colors and pictures on the packaging?"
"Yes."
"The color is whatever flavor they are. Green is green apple, purple is grape, pink is strawberry and so on."
"Wait really?"
"Yeah."
"Why? What's the point?"
You shrugged, holding back a grin.
"Are you being serious right now? Do they really have flavors?"
"No." You laughed, throwing your head back as you let loose a string of cackles.
"Y/n, that's so mean." Wooyoung pouted. "I almost believed you."
"Sorry." You laughed. "I just wanted to see if I could get by with it."
"I bought you snacks." His full lips were stuck out as he spoke, his arms crossed over his chest.
"I was just teasing, love." You nudged him.
Unable to keep up his act any longer, Wooyoung cracked a small smile.
"That was pretty good, actually."
"I know." You grinned.
"I think you should make it up to me though"
"How?" Your eyes narrowed, wondering what sort of deal he was preparing to strike up.
"Play video games with me when we get home."
A smiled made its way onto your face at his proposal. "I think that can be arranged."
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ํธ | w.c. 1,050
The sunlight that seeped in through the window hit your closed eyelids, the intrusion pulling you from your sleep just enough to make you aware of it. You rolled over in bed keeping your eyes shut, snuggling further into your plush pillow. As you slowly began to wake, you stretched your arm across the bed, reaching for Jongho only to be met with an empty space, the palm of your hand hitting the sheets that were crumpled from being haphazardly tossed back into place. The lack of his presence made you frown, sitting up on your elbow while searching the room.
All thoughts of your temporarily missing boyfriend flew right out the bedroom window as a sticky and somewhat uncomfortable feeling below caught your attention. The all too familiar heart-stopping feeling was something you knew well. Without wasting another second, you shot up out of bed, jerking back the covers to find an ugly, red stain on the fitted sheet.
"No, no, no, no, no." You murmured the same word over and over again in a panic.
This was Jongho's bed and it was his sheets you'd just ruined.
"Crap." You hissed, rushing to your bag to grab an extra pair of underwear and fresh pants, taking your toiletry bag with you as you slipped into the bathroom to clean yourself up. While in the bathroom, you managed to get most of the bloodstain off your panties thanks to some cold water and hand soap, which seemed to do the trick. The process was repeated for your pajama bottoms.
Once you were finished, you went back to Jongho's room and promptly stripped his bed, wadding your stained underwear and pajama pants up with them.
You weren't sure where Jongho was, but you hoped you could make it to the laundry room without being noticed.
The universe must've been against you because as soon as you stepped out of the bedroom, Jongho was standing there in the hallway.
"Jongho." You uttered his name dumbly.
"Y/n, you're awake." He smiled softly, his eyes dropping down to the crumpled wad of fabric in your arms. "Why do you have the sheets?"
"I sweat pretty bad last night." You lied. "I didn't want to leave your sheets stinky so I'm going to wash them."
"Oh. You don't have to do that. I can wash them."
You pulled the heap away from him just as he reached out to take them from you. "It's okay. I got it. Really."
He held his hands up in surrender. "Alright."
You hurried past him and into the laundry room, lying the sheet across the top of the washer and dryer along with your underwear and pajama bottoms as you rummaged through Jongho's detergent to see if he had a stain stick or something to pretreat the splotch before tossing it into the wash.
You pushed past bleach, fabric softener, and laundry scent crystals, but you couldn't seem to find any stain remover.
Jongho heard your noisy rummaging from the other room, going to check on you and see if you needed any help. When he stepped into the laundry room he saw his sheets laid out, a dark red stain standing out against the gray fabric. Along with it was your panties and the pair of pajama bottoms you had worn to bed the night before, an equally as noticeable stain on them as well.
Your eyes were blown wide like a deer in the headlights as embarrassment and mortification hit you like a massive wave, your entire face set on fire due to the situation.
Not only had Jongho seen the ugly stain you left on his (probably expensive) sheets, but your underwear and pajama bottoms as well.
You should have moved. You should have scrambled to grab your panties and hidden them behind your back, but you were completely frozen in place, unable to move. As if that wasn't bad enough, you could feel what was sure to be a painful series of cramps coming on in your lower abdomen.
Jongho's eyes met yours and you let loose, sputtering what could only be classified as word vomit.
"I'm so sorry I ruined your sheets. I promise I'll get the stain out. I know it's gross and it's embarrassing."
"It's not gross." He responded, his expression showing no disgust whatsoever. "You can't control it."
"What?"
Jongho shrugged. "It's only natural."
You couldn't ignore the way your heart thumped. Of course Jongho wouldn't think something like this was a big deal. You should've known better. Nothing ever phased him.
Jongho's eyes drifted back over to the sheets on the washer where your undergarment was still laid out for him to see.
"Don't look at those." You stepped in front of your unmentionables to block his view.
"Why?" He chuckled amusedly. "It's just underwear. You've seen mine before."
"That's because you don't know how to keep your room clean and they're tossed on the floor."
"Touchรฉ. But it's still just underwear. No big deal." He stepped forward, rubbing the top of your head. "You're worrying too much, pretty."
You huffed softly, sticking out your bottom lip in reluctant defeat.
"Now let's take care of these sheets. What were you looking for in here?"
"Something to pretreat the stain."
"Ah." Jongho moved over to his laundry products, pulling out a spray bottle. "I believe this is what you were searching for. This should do the trick. I've used it to get coffee stains out of my clothes plenty of times. Works like a charm."
"Thanks." You took the bottle from him and sprayed the stains on everything before tossing them into the washing machine.
"I'll start the wash." Jongho volunteered, messing with the settings and starting the laundry cycle.
He came up and rubbed your back soothingly.
"You feeling alright?"
"For now. The cramps haven't started up yet, but I'm sure they will."
"If they do, I've got a heating pad you can use."
Your gaze softened while a gentle smile graced your features. "Thank you."
"Of course." He stroked your hair in a caring manner. "Are you hungry? You want anything to eat?"
"Some breakfast sounds nice."
"Alright. I'll make you your favorite." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You just sit and I'll make it."
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i absolutely need suna x reader having secret sex while the miya twins are a room across๐ซฃ
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
You had no real attraction to Suna, but it was just one of those nights where your brothers came home after a game, bringing his friends along with him to celebrate, and to avoid sitting in their sweat, they had to shower. Thank god you took yours before the boys made it. Being the last to shower when the floor is wet and itโs steamy already is literally the worst shit ever.
The problem was, Suna never really came over; therefore, he had no real way to know which room was your brothersโ.
He had specific instructions to shower and take some clothes from his room. Looking back on it, he shouldโve asked which door it is, but strutting back with nothing but a towel on his waist is not an option. So, he resorts to opening every door until he finds what he would think is the room of his teammate. Or ratherโฆeither of them?
Instead, the knob twists as youโre fully bent over in your walk-in closet, digging through a basket of clean clothes for a t-shirt. Of course it had to be the second you wanted to change when he walked in, and not when you were comfortably reading in bed with a little light on earlier. Thereโs no bra on your chest now, just a pair of navy blue lace panties.
Hey! On the bright side: they couldโve been cotton with โkiss my assโ stamped on the back.
Your arms draw up in an effort to hide your chest when you hear the twist of the knob and the door come flying open. Key word is effort, because now your breasts are pressed up against each other, which Suna believes is ten times worse for you than the position he found you in. At least when you were bent over, he had to imagine whatever he couldnโt see.
โHolyโ shit!โ you exclaim, eyeing the man at your door thatโs actively dripping water on your carpet. His hair is fallen and sticking to his face messily, just enough for you to spot his slim eyes. He doesnโt say anything at first.
Itโs mainly just him blinking blankly at you while you panic, searching the room for literally anything to provide some decency, but once you render the clear lack of any emotion you currently possessed in his body, it calms your nerves a bit.
Heโs seen a woman before. It doesnโt make him any less prone to being attracted to puffy lips and nipples only covered by an arm, but it somehow soothes you to know he wonโt make a big deal out of it and maybe not even mention it to your siblings.
Eventually, you throw on the nearest shirt over your head and pull your hair through, dirty or clean, still with no pants to match.
You sigh deeply, โWhat is it Suna?โ It comes out in an irritated grunt.
โYou know my name.โ His eyebrows raise with surprise, but not as high as the average personโs would.
โYeah, I do. Is there a reason youโre still here?โ
He presses on: โHow do you know it? Do they talk about me a lot?โ
Your head drops in your palm to shake back and forth. โI canโt do this right now,โ he overhears your mumble.
โMy bad, I was looking for Tsumuโs room but got jumpscared instead.โ
Despite saying this, he still stands in the doorwayโ not with it cracked, but with it wide fucking openโ and itโs then when creaks from the stairs clears the air between you two. He doesnโt move, but you quickly shove him over to peek around the corner, then drag him into your bedroom before whoever it is gets the wrong idea by the view from the hallway.
While youโre turned after throwing him mindlessly into your room, he readjusts the falling towel around his waist. What he said finally hits you a few moments too late.
โJumpscared?! You? Iโm in the comfort of my own room when you barge in with nothing on!โ Your hands gesture up and down his body as you scold him. โAnd donโt talk about my body like that!โ Only he doesnโt really look at your eyes. When youโre done, he finds your attention.
โIt was really an accident, but Iโll stay until whoever goes back downstairs,โ he shrugs. โAnd why does it smell like sex in here?โ
Your cheeks redden. There was a reason you were looking for a change of clothes. โIt doesnโt.โ
โYeah, it does.โ He flops back onto the bed carelessly, dipping your comforter.
โStop! Youโre getting my sheets wet.โ His body has only slightly dried, but with the full head of hair he has, it hasnโt dried at all. โSuna, get up.โ
โThey probably already are.โ
He closes his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. His stature was not what you thought itโd be. He was tall and packed with muscle in his legs. You could tell that much by the pictures if you didnโt figure it out by the fact that when heโs sitting youโre still face to face, but on top of that, his abdomen was carved and his arms carried some weight too. Nothing compared to the sheer size of his thighs though; they had to be the size of your head. Just by photos heโs an average high school athlete, so it almost appears fake.
Unfortunately, as you were looking, his eyes had opened and heโd been watching you inspect him. Suna will always preach there are benefits to being as quiet as he is, like how he can pinpoint that your fingers come to pinch the edge of your shirt.
You clear your throat in hopes it will gather your thoughts too, then rectify his past statement. โThey arenโt.โ
โRightโฆ like all the red tabs in this book are for nothing?โ He reaches beside him to take it in his hands, then he flips through the pages quickly until he comes across one. โโI run my fingers down her trembling thighs that yearn for my touch. Youโll take it like aโโโ
Before he can finish what you remember is very unfortunately highlighted, you crawl over him to rip it out his hands and throw it. You chuck the literature nowhere in particular with embarrassment that canโt get any higher as he laughs, then you quickly retreat with a knee up on the edge of the bed. His laughter is a sweet sound. It makes sense why heโs friends with your brothers.
You donโt even notice youโre half-straddling him while you point your finger in his face. โWhat I read is none of your business.โ
He spoke clearly and assertively when he read, and the last thing you need him figuring out was how bad your body desired heโd read the words to you again; he was already too observant.
โOf course. Forgive me for saying such vulgar things around my friendโs sister. She would never do such a thing.โ Finally, he slowly sits up, which naturally makes you rise with him, so you place your hand on his shoulder to prevent from wobbling. Your thigh is beside his with your foot unstable on the floor. โSheโs just so sweet and innocent, and definitely not up here alone reading book porn.โ
Your breathing picks up at the proximity and the pressure of a question you canโt avoid. You search between both his eyes that do the same to you. He deserves a medal or something, because fuckโ the shirt lifts just a little bit every time you fiddle with it and the lace sticks to your skin like glue. โIโ uhm,โ you stutter, removing your stability from his body and backing away from the bed.
Of course, to add to the fucking embarrassment, you stumble backward, but he reaches out to you. His hand firmly wraps around your wrist and the other is hooked behind your back when he jerks you back up to him. He only releases your wrist.
โIs that all you read?โ
You shake your head. โI read regular romance and fantasy too.โ
He nods, โAh, I see. So you want the prince of a faraway land to twirl you around in his field of flowers saying how much he loves you, then you want him to make you beg to come?โ
Your eyes shoot wide at the comment, only stretching the lazy smirk on his face.
โN-no,โ you reply, even though that does sound extremely appealing.
โBut you do want someone to โrun their fingers down your trembling thighsโ though, right?โ
To emphasize his point, he lets the knuckles of his hand trickle down the back of your thigh, just barely grazing the skin. The sensation shocks you and almost sends you forward. This canโt be happening. Actually, you pray it isnโt, so your eyelids slam shut.
This prompts his other hand to pinch either side of your jaw gently and drag your face to his. โOr lay you back and tell you to take it like a good girl.โ His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, then back up, noting the state of disbelief your countenance holds. He flattens the hand that stops just under your ass.
You almost melt in his hold, and this he knows because of the long breath you took after his words. Itโs easy to infer youโre fairly untouched by not only your responses but how receptive you were. It was you two, only about an inch from each other now, waiting to see who would make the next move and risk something far worse than just a growing attraction. The twins flash in your head as a beat passes and you swallow.
โYes. But that has nothing to do with you.โ
Suna shines a smile with his teeth. โYour thighs are rubbing together.โ
You look him up and down. โSo?โ
โCan I tell you a secret?โ
You donโt look him in the eyes, they drop to your pillows. Before you can separate the thighs in question that are only disconnected by his fingertips, he nudges you forward onto him, bringing your hands back to his shoulders. Youโre completely straddling while attempting to keep your eyes locked on his when his entire torso is on display. He leans forward to speak just above a whisper in your ear as if this is a normal occurrence.
โI can feel you dripping all over my hand.โ The cool of his breath tickles your neck, only worsening as he continues. โWhy is that?โ
Youโre at a loss for words at first, but you suck it up, holding your own. โNothing to do with you. Maybe I went too hard earlier.โ
He wholeheartedly chuckles at this response. โSo you admit it?โ
โAdmit what?โ
โThat you were up here fucking yourself to your book?โ His voice is an echo behind you since heโd decided to rest his chin comfortably on your shoulder.
โYeah. Yeahโ I guess I do. Itโs not like you didnโt come in here and figure it out yourself,โ your eyes roll.
โWhich part were you reading?โ
โDoes it matter?โ
โYes.โ
Thereโs a moment of silence. โSheโd just decided to drop her toxic ex-boyfriend and his sister came to console her. The way she did it was kind of fucked up, and I think the slow burn is what made me look past it, but anywayโ she brings her to a party, the boy she meets there happens to be the barista at the place she orders from every day, and he has a history with the main characterโs ex. He hates him even though heโd gotten over it as years passed, but she really wants to get back at him, so they send an anonymous short video of them, umโฆ together, and he gets really pissed off.โ
Suna is quiet as he reviews what you just said. He admires your perception of the book and the passion to read. He goes, โYouโre into that?โ and then itโs your turn not to say anything, even with the amusement lacing his tone. You grow fidgety, and just when you donโt think any more words will be exchanged, he suddenly demands, โDonโt do that.โ
โDo what?โ
โThat. What you just did.โ You shifted your weight from leg to leg as the silence grew longer. Just to see, you do it again.
โYouโre grinding against me when you do that by the way.โ
You giggle maliciously, continuing to go back and forth. Itโs payback for teasing you the entire time. He comes to hold your hips still to prevent further movements, but in protest, you create an arch in your back to actually roll your hips down instead, ensuring he felt it.
โOkay, really, unless you want to move like that with my cock nine inches inside of you, I suggest you choose your battles now.โ
You finally halt at the words because he was dead serious. He feels scratching along his shoulder blades at your fingers curling up in response, but not removing yourself. He still rests his head beside yours. โOh, donโt tell me youโre into that too?โ
So thatโs how he ended up with his back to your headboard, head tipped up, looking at you through his pretty eyelashes as you wrap your hand around his slick length and reposition it to line up. You lower your body down, allowing your walls to open up for him. The stretch hurts only a little just because heโs so big.
You hadnโt kissed him the entire time, so he groans desperately when you wrap your fingers tightly around his neck and come close. He allows you to no matter how hard you squeeze.
This drives up your confidence with your pretty lace panties pushed to the side, making you raise to your feet.
โShit,โ he grabs ahold of your ankles between half-lidded eyes, and his mouth slightly dropped like he canโt believe what the fuck heโs seeing. โIf Atsumu could see you now.โ
The mention of your brother at all should turn you off, but it doesnโt. It only fuels you knowing that youโre actively riding his teammate. In fact, you must tighten around him, because he knows immediately.
โWhat? Does that turn you on? Fuckinโ slut.โ
You whimper at the words, pressing your lips forward to his. You kiss him the best you can as he hungrily reciprocates.
The bed moves forcefully, but Suna knows the other guys are probably too busy downstairs to hear it, and whoever is in the other room may only potentially be a problem. So up and down you go, now slamming your ass against him and reddening his slightly tan, freckled skin.
โhhhmmm,โ you whine, breathing shallow.
The brunette lets you go until your legs burn and youโre slowing pace. Itโs driving him insane watching you chase your orgasm, using him like he was the perfect replacement for your fingers, in your own little world with your face twisted up in ecstasy and muscles straining. You were too stubborn to stop when he offered it to you, but he doesnโt mind. Not everyone has legs like his.
He instructs while inching his hips up the bed, โFall back to your knees.โ You do, and he grabs one wrist in each hand before digging his heels into the blanket and pounding up into you at a pace you donโt think you could ever meet. Itโs rough and loud and you can feel his balls coming up to strike you from behind. Quite literally, it takes your breath away.
โfuck fuck fuck yes,โ tendrils of your hair fall over your face when you lay your head down over his shoulder for stability. Aside from not being able to move, this is the best angle for the both of you. Your tits move over his face, which would allow him to suck and bite as he pleases while holding you still, and with the tilt of your body his fat tip reaches your most sensitive part.
You bounce over and over and he wishes he would have pulled your shirt up first. Heโs grunting in your ear dangerously.
โWas this in your book too? Is this when he told her to take it like a good girl?โ
You try to answer but itโs incomprehensible with the speed of his thrusts. โAgain.โ
โY-yes,โ you retry, finally getting something out. Heโs satisfied with this, so he lets go of your wrists and pushes you upright, only slowing for the moment. This time, he wraps his fingers around your neck, just enough for you to breathe, while rolling his thumb across your revealed clit. The veins of his forearm show themselves and he peers up at you with a glare as if you were the most irritating thing to him.
How hard you were holding him is nothing compared to how hard he is holding you, and just that thought has your eyes threatening to fall closed.
โThen be a good. Fucking. Girl,โ he punctuates each word with a harsh upwards cut of his hips, โand take it.โ
โOh God,โ you connect your own weak hands around his, your mouth falling open with every moan that floats into the air. He holds your gaze with his threatening eyes, and if you tried to look anywhere but him, heโd pull you right back. โSuna, Iโm coming,โ you rush it out like thereโs no stopping now. And honestly, youโre currently wishing you didnโt say it at all, because you know if he told you not to, your body would try its best to comply.
โNo the fuck youโre not.โ
Godammit.
Removing his finger from your nub, he moves the hand to meet the other at your throat. You couldnโt speak even if you wanted to, which you did, just to let him know that this would only make it worse. Thereโs a movement: youโre coming down on him yourself with the force of the thrust driving you up.
Your mouth creates the words, but they donโt come out. Suna knows anyway. โPlease.โ
โNo.โ And itโs as simple as that, because then he says, โDo you hear that?โ
Of course you donโt, he just asked to see if you were sane enough to come back to your senses and focus your hearing. His tight hold on you is enough to leave a mark, but not enough to prevent your head from slowly shaking back and forth.
โOn the other side of that wall is your brother. Both of them.โ Your eyes shoot wide at the same time his thrusts calm down. He still continues, itโs just with a deep grind to prevent the hard slapping of skin, and he brings your forehead to his as he speaks to you. โCome now and both of us are in trouble.โ
He has valid reasons to infer that it is specifically the twins, but heโs sure you donโt want to hear those right now. If it was up to him, you would have been throwing your head back and showing that arch he imagines you had before he intruded in on you changing, but holding it above your head like meat to a starving dog was fine too.
โPlease let me come Rin, please. Iโll be quiet,โ a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose ends your pleading, hoping it softens him up with the use of his first name.
And maybe it worked, because his eyebrows curl upwards with pity when he explains, โWe both know youโre too vocal for that, princess. How about we try something else?โ
You nod frantically, raising off his length and letting him lay down completely while you wait for directions. He gets situated by moving pillows out of the way. โCome here.โ
You realize now the pity he expressed was fake. Swinging your leg over his waist, you begin to line yourself up.
โNo. come here.โ
You stare at him dumbfounded.
โUp here, towards me,โ he ushers his hands. You scoot closer towards his chest with your hands on his pecs, not sure how much closer the two of you can get.
โMy face, baby.โ
Instead of getting angry with you, he kept his tone. It was little but it made you feel good. โOh.โ
You come to a hover over his lips, contemplating a lot and nothing at the same time, mainly if this man was really under you telling you to do what youโre doing.
โSit.โ
โAre you sure?โ You clarify.
โYes. Sit before I make you read your porn to me.โ This brings your eyebrows in with a crease and you drop with no remorse on his lips. His face is smothered somewhere between his eyes. The only thing visible is his damp hair.
Unfortunately for you, he enjoys the thrill of not being able to breathe.
Youโre less than two minutes into absolutely grinding on his tongue, chasing the vibrations of his grunts and groans by tugging on his hair. Your other hand is covering your mouth.
Thankfully, because thereโs a quick knock, and Osamuโs voice passes through the door. โPizzaโs here. You okay in there?โ
You nod as if he can see you. You then realize he cannot.
Shakily, you call out โYes.โ The only way to not moan while Suna slides the muscle between your lips to taste all of your slick is by biting your lip. His fingers grip the fat of your thighs.
โOkay.โ In the background thereโs another voice, presumably your other brother. Finally, they become faint until you hear the stairs, and you allow yourself a little freedom.
โRin,โ you look down fully expecting to meet his eyes, but you canโt see him past your hair.
โHmphh?โ
โIโm closeโ can I?โ On cue, he pushes in as far as his tongue can go inside your hole. He nods yes, simultaneously flattening it to lick all of you in one stripe before deliberately sucking your clit.
To muffle your sounds, your hand comes to cover your mouth once again and youโre somehow managing to prepare for your eyes squeezing shut at the same time as your muscles tensing. Suna can feel you dripping, literally this time.
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Sheโs Not Mad
Summary: Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways.ย
Words: 9k (if youโve been wondering where Iโve been...)
Warnings: Bucky has mommy issues, mentions of oral sex, nudity, angst, fluff, college!bucky, slow burn
A/N: thanks for the patience!ย
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A Couple of Weeks Agoโฆ
โSo, youโre not a thing?โ Bucky asked as he shoved his laptop and notebook back into his bag, grabbing the handle of his water bottle and choosing to carry it with him for the walk.ย
The two boys were higher up in the rows of the lecture hall as they peered over the two girls talking to the professor. Steve had his eyes drilled into Natasha, the girl standing off to the side as her friend went over a question she had.ย
โShe told me she is still figuring out her feelings since her last serious relationship,โ Steve sighed as he packed up as well, โand I told her Iโd wait- apparently this guyโs parents had given their family engagement ring and everything.โย
Bucky pulled the corner of his lips out tight as they began to walk down the stairs, โwhoโs the other girl?โย
โThe one that was just asking the question is Y/N,โ Steve watched as both girls left the room, โgood friends, met last year, live together now.โย
โSheโs cute,โ Bucky said purely, no smirk or innuendo.
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You sat over your laptop in the library with both hands acting as a brim to cover your eyes from the people around you. Tears rolled down your face as you studied the practice question, you felt pathetic and you tried to sniffle as quietly as possible. If anyone saw you silently bawling youโd drop out, it was stupid enough already when the librarian walked over and dropped a tissue box off without saying a word.ย
โWhat do you mean?โ you whispered to the page for the hundredth time, hoping for some answer.ย
You had done the homework, you went to the study groups, you even extended your prof's office hours because you wanted to make sure you were doing everything right. Yet here you were, sitting alone on a Friday night because you still canโt do the practice assignment. Quitting felt like the only option, it wasnโt like everything was going to click; it was too late.ย
This was just going to become the thing that you could never do, simple as that. Sometimes there are subjects that no matter how hard you try, you donโt have the flair. It was a tough pill to swallow but youโd never be able to do any work if youโd continue to hold yourself to a high standard, it was a win to get the little things right, not the entire question.ย
The idea of failing was new to you. The jump from high school to college was still something you never adapted to, you always expected nineties on everything and not the mindset that Cโs get degrees.ย
Trying to do the question was like beating a dead horse, you needed a break. You ran your hands over your face and leaned back in your chair, hearing pops from your back as you did so, until you were leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. When you looked straight you saw someone already staring at you.ย
He had longer brown hair that hit his jawline, blue eyes that jumped out at you, and a very concerned look on his face. He was familiar but you didnโt know what it was from.ย
โAre you Natashaโs friend?โ The guy came up to your empty table.ย
โYeah?โ You wiped away your tears, extremely confused as he pulled out the chair right beside you to sit at the eight sided table.ย
โIโm good friends with Steve, I think the two of them have something going on- not important, but I kind of know you and I'd rather not leave someone I kinda know alone crying, soโฆโ he rubbed the back of his neck, โare you okay?โ
โDo I look okay?โ you rolled your eyes and faced your computer again, โthe absolute last thing I need is something watching me cry, alright?โ your bottom lip wobbled as you kept your eyes away from his at all times.ย
He was still staring at you, โcome on,โ he sighed and moved his hand to comfort you but thought otherwise, โIโm not going to laugh at you or run and tell everyone I know I saw a girl crying in the library- yโknow what theyโd say?โ You could see him tilt his head, โtheyโd say whatโs the big deal, havenโt we all?โย
You scoffed, โno they wouldnโt.โย
โYouโre calling me a liar?โย
โI donโt even know your name.โ
โBucky,โ he stuck out his hand, โBucky Barnes.โ You shook his hand, โand since I am a Barnes and was raised by my ma I simply can not let this continue, itโs my obligation to either cheer you up or take you home.โย
You scoffed again and tried your best to hide your smile, โand Iโm Y/N, and in my family we stress about everything and never give up so I canโt leave until I get this question, soโฆโ
Buckyโs tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he flipped the laptop to face him a little better, โthis is the class all four of us have together, alright,โ he read over the question and immediately furrowed his brows before looking at you again, trying your best to hold it together. He knew the answer but couldnโt bear to see your reaction, it was painfully obvious you were beating yourself stupid over these questions.ย
โCan you take a deep breath for me?โ he asked like he was talking to a child.ย
โI barely know you, dude,โ you crossed your arms and ripped your laptop back to face you, โand Iโll have you know I donโt need a man to come in here and explain everything to me, alright, Iโm going to figure this out on my own and I donโt need you, okay? So just head home, tell Steve I say hi.โย
Bucky took a deep breath himself, โthat question isnโt marked on the homework, the reason you canโt get the answer is because the way to get it has most likely not been taught yet,โ he paused and saw your face crumble, โand I didnโt want to freak you out because you look like youโve been here a while and you seem to be beating yourself up and I just couldnโt-โ
โStop,โ you whispered and covered your face with your hands, โjust stop talking.โย
And he did.ย
Trying your best to calm your breaths, it didnโt work. So fucking stupid, unbelievable, thereโs no way you just spent close to an hour staring at a problem you didnโt even have to do in the first place.ย
โCan you walk me home?โ you squeeked.ย
โOf course,โ Bucky stood up right away and started helping you pack your bag, โI have some water, do you want it?โ He held up his water bottle. You nodded and began drinking as you both made your way outside and towards your off-campus house.ย
โDid you need to study?โ you asked as you screwed on the cap.ย
Bucky laughed and looked up at the night sky, โI was going for a walk because I heard there was a blood moon tonight, and there is, look,โ he point up and saw the red mood looming above both of you, โand I just happened to walk past the library, I looked in the window and recognised your laptop as well as your hair, funny enough,โ he laughed as he looked forward again.ย
โSo you just came in to see me?โ you needed to make sure you were hearing this right, itโs not like it happens often.ย
โI was going to introduce myself to you actually,โ Bucky shrugged and looked over at you, โI know Steve and Nat are trying to figure things out and I thought friends of two people who might date should know one another. Then I saw you crying so I changed my game plan.โ
You just nodded, slightly brushing into Buckyโs arm as you walked. It was hard to stay straight with the exhaustion taking over, every now and then youโd brush your knuckles past Buckyโs. He was a cute guy, and something about him being oh so caution around you made you feel important.ย
โThis is me,โ you said later as you walked up the steps, โthanks Bucky, I hope we can be friends.โย
Bucky smiled and stood at the bottom of the steps, โif you ever get in your head again like that and need someone to pull you away, let me know- even in the middle of the night, alright?โ
โAlright,โ you laughed with your hand on the door handle.ย
โIโm serious, Y/N. I look after the people close to me, I look after friends of friends like siblings,โ there was no joking in his tone, it seemed other people doubted him on this promise. โIโll give you my number,โ he hand reached out for your phone.ย
โIโll be fine, you seemed to have good luck running into me,โ you giggle and open the door to your house. Before it fully closed you felt resistance, looking over your shoulder you saw Bucky holding open your door.ย
He was smiling, โthen give me your number for another reason.โย
โOh?โ you turned and placed a hand on your chest, โyouโre rather forward.ย
โWell being cryptic didnโt work, did it?โ He laughed and held out his hand again, โcome on, I might need a study buddy one day- or even better, a lunch buddy.โ you laughed as he tried to duck to meet your eyeline, โyou donโt want to be my lunch buddy?โ
โIโll be your lunch buddy,โ you giggled and handed him your phone, he wasted no time adding it in. โGoodnight,โ you whispered and made it into your house, leaning back and resting against the door. You thought for a moment before breaking into a massive smile, replaying how he tried to keep eye contact with you. Or how heโd been so proud of how his mother raised him- โson of a bitch,โ you whispered.ย
He walked you back home and cheered you up.ย
Just like he said he would.ย
A Few Days Laterโฆ
Your phone must be hacked or something because your weather app said it would be completely clear today and sunny in the afternoon. As you sat in the cafe you thought it would clear up but it was only getting worse.ย
All you needed to do was brave the rain and make your way home, but waiting for the perfect time when everything would let up for a moment was pointless.ย
Walking as fast as you can with your head down, you saw your grey sweatpants become a darker shade instantly. It was a straight downpour with absolutely no sign of letting up, you swore you heard thunder when you waited at the crosswalk. Due to your phone lying to you, you had not brought a hooded article of clothing or umbrella so you just had to deal with everything going wrong.ย
There definitely was thunder and the lightning was right above you, it seemed like you were the last person on Earth because everyone else was smart enough to stay inside right now; but not you. Down your little street you began to run, trying to get away from the lightning that was chasing you.ย
If you could guess youโd say most people who had been struck by lightning most likely thought they were too far away, in denial as the sky opened up from above. It was hard to admit you were actually a little scared at that moment, rain getting in your eyes as you sprinted down to your house that was now in view.ย
With your key at the ready you fell inside, slamming the door behind you.ย
Natasha rounded the corner, โyou idiot, I was trying to call you!โ She screamed and saw your state, โSteve and Bucky are over-they drove over they could have picked you up,โ Natasha got in your face to peel off the sweater, taking it off right over your head and leaving you in your bralette and those drenched sweatpants.ย
โYou took off my shirt when thereโs boys here?โ you whispered as you began to shake, covering your chest with crossed arms.ย
โWe guessed you were walking back so we put towels in the dryer,โ as if on cue Bucky rounded the same corner with your fluffy towel ready, โthank you Bucky,โ Natasha wrapped it around your shoulders.ย
โHi, Bucky,โ you squeeked, โglad we keep meeting like this.โ
Natasha had walked upstairs, most likely getting different pants. Bucky got down on one knee and slipped off your shoes, โlike what?โ he asked as he looked up, he reminded you of a little puppy somehow. He was as big as a great dane but there was an underlying softness that made you want to hug him or just let him wrap his arm around you.ย
You huffed as you pulled the towel tighter, โwhen Iโve just done something embarrassing and youโre there to save the day.โ
Bucky stood up with his arms crossed, โonly you would think crying or getting caught in the rain is embarrassing,โ he shook his head and reached out to rub your shoulder that was covered by the towel, โI like helping and I like making sure people I know are okay, you know this.โ
โI do,โ you whispered and walked further in your house. Before you could get anywhere near comfortable Natasha whisked you away to change your soggy pants as well as throw on a sweater, they had also been thrown in the drier, everything was very toasty and warm.
Steve was sitting on the couch, staring intensely at the football game going on. Natasha guided you back in and towards the couch. There was enough room for four of you but you knew thighs would be pressed up against one another, you were okay with that if Bucky was sitting beside you. Though you donโt see him often it was nice when you did even though you made it seem like it was embarrassing. Something about having someone who loves taking care of people take care of you so well caused you to crave it a little more.ย
Bucky came around the couch with a mug, โhot chocolate for you,โ he whispered and took the spot beside you, next to the arm rest. You thanked him and let your hand slightly burn on the mug when you held it, liking how the warmth began to spread up your arms. Natasha found her spot on the other side of you while Steve stayed on the edge, leaning forward and never looking away from the game.ย
โThis is really good,โ you sipped it and whispered to Bucky, he just smiled and leaned into your side for a moment.ย
โWhat were you working on?โ he asked after a moment.ย
โI was at the cafe for a little treat but before I was doing my elective course,โ you spoke softly. It seemed like everything happened for a reason because you only got food at the cafe which left room for this hot chocolate now.ย
โAnd that is?โ Bucky giggled as he leaned forward again.ย
โArt history,โ suddenly, you were coy. Most people thought your elective was a bird course but to you it was actually interesting, it wasnโt often you were met with a positive response.ย
His eyes got wide, โthatโs sick!โ Bucky readjusted himself off the couch, โI would have never even thought of that course, wow, thatโs really cool. So, like, what do you-โ
โBucky, I love you, brother, I really do but-โ Steve sighed, โcan you please be quiet, this game is very important.โย
โI didnโt think the Big Game was on today?โ you asked as you took another sip.ย
โItโs not that,โ Steve places his beer down, โitโs the State Cup Finals, itโs college football.โย
Natasha smiled and looked over, โhis teamโs the underdog and are actually on the road to winning the entire thing!โ She giggled and linked an arm with Steve who was happy to cuddle up with her, โitโs actually very exciting once you learn the ins and outs of it.โ
You just nodded and faced forward again, seeing Bucky out of the corner of your eyes rubbing his thumb on the neck of his beer bottle, staring off into space. The moment you leaned your head on his shoulder he looked over at you, your heart broke when you saw a sad smile. He was just trying to talk to you, he got excited for you and here he was being scolded.ย
โDo you want to come look at some of my notes, or are you into this game?โ you whispered and saw his eyes light up, both of you quickly stood and headed up stairs with your bag slung over your shoulder.ย
The moment you walked into your room you felt everything slow down, Bucky slowly walked in and looked around. He was smiling to himself as he l took in your photos on the walls or posters, even your to do list seemingly growing on the white board you have mounted to one wall.ย
You sat on the corner of your bed as he flipped through your notes, โso youโre, like, breaking down these paintings, it's not just the history of when they were painted?โ
โOh yeah,โ you fiddled with the hem of your dry sweater, โmost of these artist go insane and we look for that in the work or even just what was happening during the time with stuff that youโd learn in a normal history class but we look at if and when it get put into art,โ this was your little thing you could talk about for ages, โvery cool stuff.โย
Bucky nodded and flipped the pages, โyour notes are amazing,โ he whispered, โyouโre a pretty good student, huh?โ he looked over his shoulder and saw you sitting there, just staring at him as he made his way around your room. โWhat?โ he giggled and made his way over to you, holding his hand out to get you to stand up.ย
โNothing,โ you tucked your chin to your chest, getting coy at the attention. โYouโre justโฆyโknow, sweet.โย
Bucky just smiled and rubbed your arm, giggling as you both stared at one another for a moment. โDo you want to go back down?โย
โSure,โ you nodded and leaned forward, smiling as you both made your way back downstairs.ย
The rain still worked its way down your windows as the beers and wine kept flowing. The game had ended a while ago but Steve and Bucky didnโt see a reason to leave, it was a good moment that no one wanted to end. You had finished your hot chocolate and moved onto wine, sipping it slowly as everyone talked. It was nice to be brought into this group even though it stemmed from Nat and Steve, there was good chemistry between the four of you.ย
Talking to everyone was effortless, you didnโt need to act like someone else to fit in. no one was yelling over someone else to get their point across, there weren't any passive aggressive tones in anyone's jokes, it was carefree. It was relaxing to have people this easy to talk to.ย
The only thing that wasnโt relaxing was the amount of times you caught Bucky staring at you. Everyone had migrated to the floor with their backs against different furniture so you could break out the board games, Bucky was sitting adjacent to you on your right and Steve adjacent on your left, Nat right in front. Every single move whether it be placing a card down or moving your little object around the board Bucky would find a reason to look at you.ย
โGood one,โ heโd pat your shoulder.ย
โLet me move your piece for you,โ heโd say before you could reach across the table.ย
โSorryโฆโ heโd smile before taking your little object and moving it back four spots.ย
He was very attentive, always watching and scanning. But the more you noticed it the more you figured out he was doing it to everyone, including Steve. Something happened whenever Bucky would either move Steveโs piece for him or go get another beer so he wouldnโt have to stand up, Steve would give this look. It seemed as though he was silently telling Bucky he knew something or he was pointing something out that had been a topic of conversation before. Bucky would try to laugh it off but Steve was very protective of Bucky, you just didnโt know why.ย
The games had slowly come to a close, everyone not drunk but a little more than tipsy. Giggles flowed freely around the table as the conversation resumed again, your eyes were growing heavy as you traced the rim of your glass.ย
โIโll be back,โ Bucky muttered as he headed to the washroom.ย
The moment the door closed Steve sighed, โthis kid.โย
โWhat?โ you were getting protective, why was Steve about to talk shit about his best friend?ย
Steve just shook his head, โItโs hard to see how badly Winnie fucked him up.โย
Your heart plummeted. Any tiredness had left your body faster than the little gasp escaped your lips. Who was this Winnie girl and why did he mess Bucky up? The thoughts circled your head, was he in an abusive relationship? Natasha looked like she didnโt know either, pouring more wine into her cup.ย
When Bucky came back he sat closer to you and you couldnโt help but reach out and wrapped your arm around his. He must have been a little surprised but you rested your head on his shoulder and continued on like it was nothing.ย
You were half asleep when Bucky tried to do something for Steve, maybe get him another beer but whatever it was it left Bucky looking like a sad puppy because Steve said, โBuck, relax, I can get my beers, thank you, but I got it, alright?โ
Steve's tone was soft but also commanding, he wasnโt annoyed at all. With your eyes closed you pieced it together that Steve was trying to help Bucky in some way, maybe get him to relax a little more. It was out of love but Bucky was very quiet for the rest of the night.ย
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You and Bucky had started hanging out a lot more on your own. There were a lot of late night drives or study sessions, Bucky always came to the library to walk you home if you stayed late or had turned your brain into mush during your studying.ย
What Steve had said stuck with you more than you thought it would, it didnโt impact how you saw Bucky but it made you more aware of his people pleasing tendencies. You wanted to do the same as Steve, tell him it was okay but you werenโt as close. You saw how hurt he was the last time and you just couldnโt do it to him.ย
Currently you were both sitting on his bed, the movie was wrapping up. Half of his laptop sat on one thigh and the other half sat on Buckyโs, your arms were linked and there was a steady brushing of your thumb on his forearm. In all honesty, you thought you were lulling him to sleep when you looked up five minutes ago to see him fighting his dropping lids.ย
When the movie faded to black both of you sat there for a moment, content with the sitcom that was coming up next. You looked up again to see him with his face scrunched up, his other hand was on his back.ย
โWhat is it?โ you asked and leaned over, he was rubbing a specific spot on his lower back with his thumb.ย
Bucky held his breath as he leaned forward to move his hand, โI was working out this morning and there weren't any belts left for my deadlifts and I did something to my back.โ
โDo you want a massage?โ you offered, heโd do the same for you.ย
โIโm okay, thanks,โ he looked down at your head resting on his bicep.ย
โI didnโt know you worked out,โ you smiled, โyou donโt have the, like, bodybuilder physique.โ
Bucky laughed and wiped at his eyes, giggling to himself before answering. โI donโt want that look, butโฆโ you could see the boast on the top of his tongue, he poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek.ย
โTell me!โ you sat up, taking the laptop off your lap so you could fully face him now, โare you, like, ripped or something?โ you both laughed as he hugged himself so you couldnโt feel or see anything, โyou are, shut up!โ you placed both hands on his shoulders, his face so red from laughing and embarrassment you just wanted to take a bite out of it.ย
โSteve calls it a sleeper build,โ Bucky managed to wheeze out, he was trying to play-fight you off of him.ย
โWhat the fuck is that?!โ you gasped as your hands reached out but he copied you and intertwined his fingers with yours.ย
โItโs when someone has muscle but you canโt really see it in normal clothing,โ his face was calming down as well, but that stupid smile was still on his face. โIt just kinda happened, just how I am.โ
You tried to move his arms around but you couldnโt, his fingers were still tightly woven with yours. You just laughed and fell back into him, cuddling up again. โI had a friend's mom who was an actual masseuse, soโฆโ you shrugged, โI actually know what Iโm doing because sheโd give me massages and walk me through her process.โ
โYou just want to take my shirt off, donโt you?โ Bucky taunted.ย
โI want to make sure youโre not uncomfortable the entire time we hang out and for the rest of the week,โ you giggled before snuggling into his arm again and watching the show that had come on randomly.ย
It took three days before Bucky came back for that massage.ย
You were hanging out again like normal and he was still trying to relieve the ache in his lower back. It was becoming sad to see him so uncomfortable so you kept reminding him of your excellent massage skills. After what you counted as his third groan of pain you just looked at him and soon enough he was asking you to turn around so he could take his shirt off and lie down.ย
Choosing your angle to stand with your back to him was a science, you wanted to make sure you had the mirror to look at but you also didnโt want to make it obvious. Part of you hated yourself for wanting to catch and peek at his body but it was infamous now, you just had to look.ย
And my god was it worth it.ย
It wasn't an obnoxious amount of muscle that made it seem like the strength drained from his brain and into his arms. The sleeper build comment was right, you had no idea. His chest made you feel comfortable and protected, the kind of chest youโd want to fall into when the subway starts up too quick and youโre not holding onto anything. His arms were, and you already knew this, amazing at covering so much surface area for hugs. They were secure and trustworthy, you knew that when you hugged him he had you; it also helped to remember when heโd whisper it in your ear.ย
โOkay,โ his voice was muffled by pillows at the top of your bed.ย
You turned around and were greeted by his back which was also an amazing sight, the kind of body sculptors would use and their go-to subject if no one else was there. โI have some lotion on my hands,โ you warned and pressed your palms onto his back and quickly began spreading the lotion around.ย
Though this wasnโt a proper table and he was resting on one cheek instead of face down you knew this was the best heโd get for a college kid. You started all over and slowly worked your way to focusing on his lower back. When you felt the knot you knew you found it, the thing was massive. The low groan Bucky let out was close to pornographic as you dug into him.ย
Something about seeing him grip the sheets, making his veins pop out, did something to you. At first you only really saw Bucky as another friend or a good member of the friend group you stumbled your way into. But the more you spent one-on-one the more you realized he was your perfect guy. Any guy can be perfect physically but his personality enhanced your view for him, it made you appreciate his looks even more.ย
His laugh always brought out the crinkle in his nose and those pretty teeth, the sound of him giggling was music to your ears and also was the perfect accompaniment to his squinted eyes or broad smile. The same with his little fist pumps he does when beating you at a game either around a group of friends of a video game, that stupid celebration he does every time causes him to flex his bicep but thatโs secondary to the little circles he makes with his fist.ย ย
You kept working away and looking at his rested face once in a while, seeing his eyes closed and the relieved look on his face. There was something so pure about watching the guy your slowly obsession over fall into simple relaxation all because of you, it was a treat.ย
โHowโs that?โ you whisper, โBucky?โ trying to make sure your pressure wasnโt too hard for him you wanted to check in, but he had fallen asleep. With the opportunity in front of you, you reached out and placed your bent knuckles along his cheek, feeling the stubble tickle your fingers.ย
You found him blanket on his bed and covered him up so he wouldnโt get cold with his shirt off, before leaving you placed a kiss on his forehead before heading downstairs for a snack. You also wanted to give him space, let him sleep peacefully.ย
Steve was down there when you got there, another roommate of his cooking as you found Buckyโs section of snacks to choose from.ย
โWhereโs Bucky?โ Steve asked as he looked over his shoulder, not for long due to the football playing on the TV.ย
โSleeping upstairs,โ you ate the goldfish as you rounded the couch to watch the game.ย
He seemed taken aback at your casualness, โwhat did you guys doโฆ?โ he slowly looked over, most likely trying to see if your hair was disheveled or anything was blossoming on your neck.ย
โI gave him a massage,โ you shrugged and fell back onto the couch, โhis lower back has been killing from his workout a while ago.โย
You could see Steve look over his shoulder to see if his roommate was also hearing this, he looked over at you again and squinted. โSo- and correct me if Iโm wrong here- you gave Bucky a massage and put him to sleep and now youโre down here getting a snack?โย
โYou would be correct,โ you smiled, โwould you like to do a once over of my neck for hickies or maybe rummage through the trash for condoms?โ you sassed and plopped a few more goldfish in your mouth, โI was helping him.โย
That statement made Steve look over his shoulder again. The roommate just shrugged with a smile before heading down to his room in the basement, noodles steaming from the cup. You just looked at Steve as he tried to piece together everything, it was actually funny to see him try to understand.ย
โBucky doesnโt accept help from anyone,โ Steve turned to face you, โitโs his thing to never want to be in debt with anyone when it comes to favours of any sort.โย
โWell,โ you just sighed, โIโve been picking up on that too but I got to him I guess, he let me do something for him.โ That was all you could say because you didnโt have a full background of why Bucky didnโt accept help from anyone you just knew he didnโt; the only clues you had were Winnie and her role in this.ย
โThatโs good,โ Steve quickly added, โIโm far from saying itโs bad, trust me, itโs just heโs been in a funk for a while when it comes to that stuff, it ebbs and flows.โย
โDo you think heโll ever tell me?โ you asked as you watched the game, too embarrassed of the question to look at Steve. It seemed there was this vital piece of information that made Bucky who he was that was dangling right in front of your face, you were falling for him but that thing that made himย him was out of reach. When Steve first made the statement he siad that this Winnie girl fucked him up which implied something bad much have happened and that can also mean something isnโt necessarily right. You were never going to fix Bucky but you did want to understand so you could help be a better friend to him and not unconsciously get in the way of his mindset.ย
Steve nodded, โheโll definitely tell you,โ he looked over and smiled, โI mean, youโre all he ever talks about, this kid is head over heels for youย itโs justโฆsome guys have hard times coming to terms with their past, heโll get there though.โย
โI know,โ you nodded, โIโll obviously never force it out but I do want him to be aware Iโm here to listen, yโknow?โย
โHe knows,โ Steve laughed and stood up, going to the cupboard and grabbing a little snack for himself as well.ย
You took a deep breath before standing up and heading back upstairs, you were guessing Bucky was still fast asleep. When you opened the door you found him still laying on his bed in the exact same position, only now there was little snores coming from him.ย
With a pout you crawled back onto the bed and sat next to him, placing your hand on his back and sliding it down to his arm that was bent up so his hands could rest under the pillow. Your thumb gently rubbed his arm for a moment before pulling out your phone and scrolling through it.ย
The boredom ate away at you, instead of scrolling through your phone you went to his dresser to find some clothes you could change into so you could crawl under his sheets and sleep over. When you pulled open his top drawer you were met with his underwear and socks as well as a box of condoms tucked to the side, you just giggled to yourself at the painfully college male sight in front of you.ย
Something about wearing his boxers made your face heat up, that was a level of intimacy you wanted to reach with him one day but you didnโt know if it was time. Looking over your shoulder after a particularly loud snore you smiled to yourself and picked up a black pair, as you held it up you remember seeing the waistband sticking out of his jeans while he reached above his head to grab something for someone - you werenโt focused on his actions at the time.ย
Quickly slipping your pants off and pulling up the boxers you maneuvered to his closet, finding your favourite hoodie he wore very often. This moment of intimacy, moving around Buckyโs room while he wasnโt aware, caused a surge of confidence to shoot through you. Though you had never talked to Bucky about what the relationship between you was, you knew both of you could agree there was no room for girlfriends or boyfriends for either of you, this was the time to build the foundation for something better later. Having this idea of only being the girl in his room you took off your bralette and tucked it back in his top drawer, across from the condoms.
You didnโt choose this bra specifically but you were wearing a slightly lacey bralette, it was far from lingerie but the lace added something to it. Making sure you put it where it wouldnโt be obvious but also not hiding it, you grew giddy at the image of Bucky finding it.ย
Before getting in his bed you tugged and tugged the sheets under his body before managing to get the covers fully out from under him. You scooted in and pulled the sheets up to cover both of you, it seemed he really needed the sleep because nothing was waking him up, not even the little hug you gave him before turning off the lights and falling asleep beside him.ย
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You were sitting in class aimlessly scrolling through your phone during your five minute break in your lesson, your art history professor was one of the best teachers you've ever had. She was funny but also well informed, she also had a big heart and didnโt need a eulogy as a form of proof if someone asked for an extension due to a funeral service that day.ย
Bucky: What the hell is in my dresser?ย
Without knowing the tone or context your heart dropped. You read the text with Buckyโs voice as if he was screaming at you, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. It was in your head, you didnโt know if it was a flirty tone either.ย
You: Just my bra, when I stayed over a couple of nights ago I changed into your clothes and just absentmindedly put my bra in your top drawer. I probably was just going through the motions and thought I was at my place.ย
Bucky: Can I pick you up from class, when does your lecture end?
Something about him completely disregarding your explanation - lie or not - gave you the worst feeling in the world. Ice poured down your back as you watched your prof make her way back up to the little stage she teaches on, you couldnโt keep the conversation going and just needed to deal with it later.ย
You: sure, it ends in an hour.ย
Bucky: Iโll be there.ย
Part of you didnโt want to leave when your lecture was over, you stayed in the hallway for a moment and thought of every single end of the world situation that could happen in the car. Bucky didnโt seem like a guy who hit women but your anxiety didnโt let you leave out that thought. He also didnโt seem like the guy whoโd reveal heโd been dating another girl the entire time but who knows, he could be in a three year long relationship as you stood there.ย
With all these terrible situations playing out in your head you decided to face it head on, youโd walk in there and wouldnโt let him talk; just saying your apologies with your eyes closed before he could get a word out.ย
You walked down the steps and to the right to find Buckyโs car parked in front, coming up in the blindspot. You took a moment to take a deep breath, opening the door and sitting down as quickly as possible.ย
โDo you-โ
โBucky,โ you put your hand out but kept your eyes casted down, โI am so unbelievably sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I donโt know if you already have a girlfriend and she found it and it caused a rift in your relationship, or if you like to sleep with other girls and one of them found the bra and got jealous so you lost your credit. I donโt know what made you angry but please, I am so sorry for what I did, I wasnโt thinking and I just put it in there and I-...โ you just held your mouth open as you looked at the center console, you had run out of things to say. โUm,โ you slowly looked up to see him frozen in shock, mouth still slightly open from when he began to say something, โsorry, you were about to say something?โย
Bucky had to physically rattle his head to get out of the shock he was in, โdo you want to get some coffee?โย
Your eyes flicked up and it was your turn to stay frozen, โwhat?โย
Bucky pulled his brows together, โI was making a joke about the bra thing,โ he seemed concerned at your extremely anxious state, โI donโt care what you leave at my place, I really donโt,โ normally someone would laugh in awkward situations but Bucky didnโt, it felt like it made everything worse. โDo you want coffee?โย
โWhat is going on?โ you couldnโt believe the situation you had put yourself in, nothing was making sense.ย
โDonโt get all mad at me,โ now it was time for him to scoff, โyouโre the one that thought I was sleeping with multiple women while Iโm actively pursuing you, you idiot.โย
โDonโt call me an idiot,โ you huffed and faced the front of the car, crossing your arms after putting on your seatbelt.ย
Bucky laughed as he reached over and turned your face so youโd look at him, โthatโs what you took from that statement?โ He giggled, โbabe, I just said I was pursuing you, does that just fly over your head?โย
โWait, what?โ you grew more interested, โyou want to date me?โย
Bucky nodded, โhave I not made it obvious?โ You just shrugged and began to feel small, curling yourself further into the seat of his car, โI would like to take you out and I would like to continue to collect little pieces of you at my place while doing the same to yours, does that make sense?โย
โThen what were those condoms for?โย
โThe same reason our house keeps tampons in our main bathroom,โ Bucky put the car in drive and began working towards to coffee shop, โif you ever need a tampon you go and grab one, if Steve ever needs a condom and heโs out of stock in his room he comes to me,โ Bucky looked at you at the stop light.ย
โOh,โ was all you could say.ย
โBut let me get a few things straight,โ Bucky placed his hand on your thigh, โIโm not sleeping with other girls, I do not have a secret girlfriend, I am not mad you left your bra in my dresser and I tried to make the text seem flirty, and finally,โ he went at the green, โI really like you and I would like you to be my girl whenever we get there.โย
โOkay,โ you whispered, โIโd like that too.โย
โThen itโs settled,โ it was a short drive to the cafe, โletโs celebrate over coffee, shall we?โย
You looked down at his hand on your thigh, โyeah, we shall.โย
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Your body felt like it was floating, your legs tingled and it was hard to catch your breath. As you laid on your back with your hands on your bare stomach Bucky worked his way back up from between your legs while leaving kisses on your hip bones as well as your stomach when you lifted your hands.ย
โHow was that?โ Bucky asked breathlessly, licking his lips before kissing you.ย
You kept your answer waiting, probably because he knew it already, kissing him slowly as he wanted. He was fully in control right now, setting the pace and tone of this entire afternoon. When he pulled away for a moment you complimented him like always, your hands reached up to his shoulders and tried to push him to lay on his back but he stayed strong.ย
โFlip over,โ you whispered and ran your hands down his chiseled stomach, working your way up to his shoulders as your fingernails raked up his back.ย
โIโm all good,โ he shrugged.ย
โBut youโre painfully hard,โ you tried again to get him to move but he just fell beside you on his stomach, not allowing you to touch him where he was in fact, extremely hard. โCome on, you always do this.โย
โDonโt worry about it,โ he smiled and pulled you down with him.ย
โI just want to do something nice for you, you never let me do anything for you or give you any favours,โ in your head it seemed like a normal observation, it was true that Bucky didnโt let anyone do anything for him while he actively tried to help everyone in anyway he knew how.ย
That seemingly struck a nerve, โalright then,โ he sighed and got up from the bed, heading into the bathroom as he left you naked and alone on his bed, the most lonesome feelings in the world.ย
โWhere are you going?โ you sat up, grabbing your shirt from the edge of the bed.ย
โGoing to go jerk off in the shower,โ he said as he closed the door.ย
โYou canโt be serious,โ you quickly stood and made your way to the bathroom that was connected to his room. You opened the door to see him already adjusting the tap before starting the shower. โBucky, itโs the truth, itโs who you are but itโs the truth and as your girlfriend I want you to feel good, I want to give you pleasure like you do to me.โย
You reached forward and placed your hands on his back, slowly working your way to his shoulders so you could turn him around. There looked like shame had overtaken him as he stood before you, though he was larger in size he shrunk himself down to look small. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, he didnโt know what to say.ย
โIf I canโt give you head then can I come in the shower and wash your hair?โ you didnโt even put on the shirt you grabbed, it was dropped to the floor. โCome on, honey, itโll feel so good.โย
Bucky only nodded before stepping into the hot shower with you. You made sure he got most of the stream on him, you stayed in front and made sure his hair was soaked before getting any product. You could see his tenseness at first but the moment your hands made contact with his scalp his eyes rolled back, his shoulders relaxed. In that moment it occurred to you that you had actually never seen his relaxed state before.ย
โDoesnโt this feel good?โ you whispered, making sure you used your nails to really cleanse his scalp. โDoesnโt letting yourself relax and breathe feel so good, Buck?โย
โYeah,โ it came out quiet and broken.ย
Your eyes were focused on his hair the entire time, making sure you lathered up and took your time. You needed to savor this moment for both you and Bucky, you wanted him to be relaxed for a s long as possible as well as taking advantage of doing him a favour; never knowing when your next opportunity would come up.ย
Gently tapped his forehead, you got him to lean back. The water immediately took off the top layer of suds but you needed to rub out the deeper layers as well. Your fingers scrubbed until the trail of water rolling down his body was pure water and had no shampoo in it.ย
โIโm going to- oh, my gosh Bucky,โ you reached out and saw his red eyes, โwhen did you start crying?โย
โI canโt remember,โ he whispered and tilted his head down, the water pushed his hair to cover his eyes.ย
You pushed his hair back and pulled him out a step further so the water hit his back, your thumbs quickly wiped away a mixture of water and tears off of his face. He couldnโt stop crying as you tried your best to keep his face clear, โhoney, whatโs wrong?โย
โI-โ he choked on his own words, โIโve never let my guard down this much,โ he admitted before breaking off into harder sobs, you swooped in and pulled him tightly against your chest.ย
โI know itโs a new feeling,โ you whispered, โbut I want you to be able to do this all the time, let your guard down around me,โ it was a shot in the dark by saying this but you did it anyways, โI promise I wonโt hurt you, Iโll never take advantage of your guard down, love.โย
It must have struck something because his knees buckled, his hands gripped tighter as he desperately kept you close to him. You didnโt know if you were making him feel better or worse but the act of letting go was needed for him, you kept holding him until there was nothing left to cry.ย
When he pulled away he stayed close, close enough that you kissed him under the gentle rain of the shower and played with his hair at the base of his scalp. His hands stayed on your back and held you close to him, making sure you were always touching him in some way. You tried to get a good read on him but he kept his head low and gently ran his hands up and down your sides, just feeling you.ย
โYouโre very safe,โ you whispered.ย
Bucky looked up at you for a moment before keeping his eyes down for a while, his brows pulled together and it seemed like he was trying to say something but didnโt know how. Both of you were open and vulnerable, naked in the hot shower. Tears threatened to spill over at the picture of Bucky crying in front of you.ย
โIt was my mom,โ Bucky whispered, โthe one who broke me-โ
โYouโre not broken,โ you quickly corrected, cupping his face and stroking his cheek with your thumb, โdonโt say that.โย
Bucky just shrugged, โIโm the oldest, I have four sisters younger than me - all different dads.โ Bucky took a deep breath and pulled you closer, โmy momโฆWinnie was an interesting woman who never wanted to be pregnant but somehow always ended up pregnant anyways, it also didnโt help none of the guys wanted to stick around.โย
You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him the easy opportunity to hug you if he needed to. Nodding along, you encouraged him to keep going.ย
โWhen my mom realized I could do the dirty work she would take advantage of that. I basically raised my sisters and somehow she managed to worm into my head,โ he let out an angry laugh, โsheโd say she loved me if I did things for her and I was a bad boy if I couldnโt or wouldnโt help her, she would say I didnโt love her if I didnโt change my sisterโs diapers or bathe them while she sat on the couch.โย
โBucky,โ you were the one to instigate the hug, โthatโs awful.โย
โAnd Iโm aware of how I act now, all Iโve ever known is helping other people to make sure they love me,โ he laughed again, โand it sounds stupid but I can never break out of the cycle, I always think Iโm doing a good job or not being overbearing but then I start to second guess myself, you know?โ he pulled away and looked at you, you quickly nodded. โI start to think about what people are saying behind my back and so I keep doing what Iโm doing to stay on the safe side, I know itโs fucking annoying but I canโt help it.โย
โItโs not annoying, babyโ you leaned past him and turned off the water as it grew cold, โand if youโll let me I can help with that, I donโt want to fix you or change you, I just want you to be comfortable in this relationship and not think Iโm secretly mad at you because you didnโt get me a glass of water.โย
Bucky nodded, stepped out of the shower with you and grabbed two towels. The conversation had naturally ended, Bucky didnโt have anything else to say. It was hard not to think he was overthinking again, the idea that you were causing him to stress out stressed you out. You were being truthful when you said you wanted him to be relaxed in this relationship, the last thing you wanted was underlying tension.ย
Back in bed Bucky rolled over and cuddled into your breasts, holding you closely as you watched his head rise with your breath. You had no idea if he was asleep or not, you knew he wouldnโt mind either way if you played with his hair.ย
โThank you,โ was all he whispered before falling asleep.ย
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You all sat around the couch to watch another big game. Though you had no idea what was going on you were just as into it as Steve. Half time had just started and you all took a collective breath, the two college teams were close.ย
โWant another beer?โ you asked as you stood up, looking at Bucky who was sitting on the couch. Steve and Nat had already filled up, you wanted another cooler and Bucky was almost done.ย
โYeah,โ he quickly downed his final sip of beer before handing the bottle off to you.ย
There was this anticipation in the room, you smiled and took the bottle and walked past Steve who was already looking at Bucky. The room seemed still when Bucky didnโt move, just pulling out his phone to look at something while the commercials played. Before making it into the kitchen you looked over your shoulder and saw the back of Buckyโs head, you bit your lip to suppress the smile that was growing.ย
The moment you got back and sat next to him Bucky took your hand and pulled it into his lap. He fidgeted with your finger before looking over at you, โhowโd I do?โ he whispered.ย
You laughed and leaned into his side, โhow much did that make your cringe?โย
โI was in pain for a moment,โ he answered as fast as possible before giggling with you as you clink your glasses together and take a long swing. With a deep breath he looked back at the game and kept your hand in his. Bucky must have not been paying attention but his phone buzzed, illuminating and accidentally showing his lockscreen.ย
It changed from the photo of the two of you to a black background with white writing on it:ย
Trust me, sheโs not mad at you.
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summary: you are caught red handed squinting while reading and your coworkers don't let it slide.
w.c: 682
warnings/content: no warnings just fluff and bickering between friends; annoyance towards dirty lenses (based on a personal experience); secret relationship (implied).
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โpretty girl.โ
you were writing something down in a post-it note that you thought was relevant for the investigation before derek's voice came out of nowhere, startling you.
you look up at him, frowning, โwhy do you have to sneak up on people like that?โ
โwhere are your glasses?โ he inquired, narrowing you down with a suspicious look. his arms crossed over his chest as he had the serious stance he usually carried when he was trying to figure someone out. you straightened your back slightly, choosing to go back to your reading since you didn't have a reading speed of 20 000 words per minute and you also didn't want to answer that question.
see, here's the thing. glasses are annoying. dealing with dirty lenses is the worst part of wearing them, because as soon as you clean them up, they get absolutely filthy in the next second. also, you broke your lenses at least three times given your line of work.
so, yes, you purposely forgets them a few days a week to not deal with these issues.
maybe more than just a few days a week.
and your coworkers decided to make a comment or give you a look every time they catch you squinting up at a page.
โhey,โ you glared up at derek morgan as he flickered your case file much to your annoyance. โi'm talking to you. where are your glasses? can you even see me right now?โ
โshut up, derek.โ
โdo I need to get you a new pair to leave it here in the office?โ he asked with indignation written all over his face. โthat's the only way you'll wear them!โ
โI don't need to wear them.โ you practically hissed at him before he broadcasted the conversation into the entire bullpen. โthey're reading glasses, it's not like I need to have them on all the time.โ
โthe strength of your glasses recently increased to 2. so you do need to wear them if you don't want it to get worst.โ spencer dropped his things on his desk, butting in on the conversation as if he had been invited. you scowled, not the slightest amused. he only shrugged.
โsee what I'm saying, pretty girl?โ derek gave you a look. he resigned with a ruffle to your hair then walked away to make some coffee.
you let out a sigh, fixing up your strands in frustration.
โhere.โ you looked down at the object placed in your lap. โyou forgot it at my place last night.โ you blinked up at him, mouth agape.
โi-what?โ
โat the bedside table?โ spencer gave you a look. the faint memory of your eyeglasses case on top of his bedside table came to your mind.
which was why you couldn't recall where your glasses were at home. you had been late for work and decided to give up on the search.
but they weren't even at your place.
โI cleaned them up.โ he added.
โoh. right.โ you took the case from him, a coat of pink painting your cheeks. you hoped he didn't expect you were going to wear them. โthank you.โ
โthankfully you didn't purposely forgot it at home, right?โ spencer softly teased, poking your hip which earned a kick in his ankle.
โshut up.โ
he chuckled, stealthily eyeing the bullpen that was fairly empty because it was still early in the morning. he leaned down and quickly pecked your cheek then the corner of your mouth.
โspencer!โ you hissed, a warning in your tone as you looked around for any prying eyes.
grinning cheeky at you, he took a few steps back. probably to go to the kitchen to grab the coffee derek was taking too long to bring. โmovie night at 8 again?โ he mouthed.
with a roll of your eyes, you nod โyes.โ you mouthed in return, sticking your attention back to the twenty files to be finished at your desk.
โput your glasses on!โ he said out loud on purpose, now attracting attention.
you groaned, hiding your face between your hands.
idiot. an absolute idiot.
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starring: dazai osamu, kunikida doppo, atsushi nakajima, chuuya nakahara and fyodor dostoevsky; what they would be like on their wedding day.
warnings: marriage, swearing, alcohol-intake, wife reader, w.c 3.5k
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: ฬฬโ Dazai, who never really acted like a conventional human being, also did not propose like one, either. After dating the enigmatic Armed Detective Agent for, by then, two years, you did not expect him to get down on one knee and produce a beautiful ring, like you had seen in the movies. But you also did not expect him to drop the question like it was a frivolous thing one random Tuesday evening while you both shared a drink at your favourite late-night bar.
Blinking, your glass frozen mid-way to your lips, you turned to him and said, "What did you... just say?"
That mischievous smile you were so quick to fall for flashed across his face. "I said, why don't we get married, hmm~?"
: ฬฬโ There was no other answer in your mind, your heart, than a resounding yes. For he was the thorn in your side as much as he was your other half. Through the whirlwind of months following, you found it hard to discern where one day ended and the next began. Time bled together until you didn't have nearly enough of it, and the day of the ceremony was here. It was a casual affair not bound too tightly by tradition. By the help of the agents, an old, abandoned manor sitting by the riverside had been fashioned into your very own cathedral.
: ฬฬโ Yosano Akiko fussed over your dress, your hair, your makeup โ to a point where you thought she was having way too much fun. And yet, she left no stones unturned, either. As you walked in through the building decorated with bouquets of flowers and rows upon rows of familiar faces, she hooked her arm into yours and walked by your side. Using Thou Shalt Not Die, the doctor instructed fluttering, iridescent butterflies to sit against your dress and your veil, the cornet of your hair, any place she could in order to make you glow.
: ฬฬโ He stood to his towering height at the alter with his back turned to you in an immaculate suit of white. And when he spun to face you, you fell in love for a second time โ with his brunet hair tucked behind his ear, the blue rose pinned to his suit lapel and his eyes; how they watched you. With a type of stunned disbelief that melted into adoration. When you came to stand by his side in front of the pastor, his hand reached down to twine with your fingers, and he whispered;
"You โ are absolutely breath-taking."
: ฬฬโ Kyouka Izumi played the role of ring-bearer, delivering a small white pillow with the two shining bands once it was time to say your vows. Dazai reached out tenderly, slowly, as if to preserve this moment for as long as he could, and lifted the veil from your face. His eyes shuttered. He reached for your hand and slid the smaller band onto your finger, his eyes downcast, his voice low and intimate.
"Through you I have found what it means to love, what it is to feel human, and while I am by your side โ I endeavour to protect and earn that title. For as long as I shall live, I am yours. My soul, my name, they are all yours."
: ฬฬโ As the ceremony reached its closure, when you had both been bound to each other in heart and in soul, Dazai could not wait another moment before he could reach for you. As soon as the words you may kiss the bride left the pastor's lips, Dazai had looped his arms around your waist and bent you back into a dramatic dip. Cheers and claps filled the riverside chapel, you smiled widely against his lips, expecting nothing less of him. Your soulmate. Your husband. Your Osamu, who's name you brandished as your own.
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"Kunikida-kun~!" Dazai's loud voice, a little accentuated with alcohol, swam over the crowd. "Play the thing we talked about!"
Curious, your head turned to the sounds of footsteps shuffling onto the dancefloor illuminated by pale spotlights. The afterparty was in full swing, you had been flanked by a group of well-wishing women when your husband's voice reached your ears. Each of you observed as Dazai, alongside Kunikida, Junichirou, Atsushi and little Kenji took centre stage. Excited murmurs fluttered through the throng.
"What on earth are they doing?" You wondered, and then the starting notes to All The Single Ladies began blaring from the party speakers. Your mouth dropped. Every single one of the Armed Detective Agents began to move in unison to the beat of the music.
And for the third time, you fell in love with him, again. Expecting that there would be many more to come.
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: ฬฬโ Kunikida Doppo, who, at first, had not planned to marry you. After all, you only met twenty out of his proposed fifty-eight requirements that made the perfect wife. That was the thing about your relationship, however โ you had come into the agent's life unplanned, uninvited, and turned every one of his rigid ideals up on their heads.
: ฬฬโ Yet it was only telling of the Idealist and his old habits, how Kunikida went about asking for your hand in marriage. It had been early on a weekday afternoon when he had called you into one of the private meeting rooms of the Agency's office. He'd pushed his glasses up the strong bridge of his nose and laid out his terms. He'd even written a business contract for you to sign. The page had gone flying in the air when you had tackled him from across the table. Smattering a thousand kisses against his blushing, flustered face and breathing the words yes, yes, you silly man, yes!
: ฬฬโ To concur with both your family's wishes and his own, a traditional wedding was set in motion. Kunikida Doppo was always a man to abide by rules and regulations, but it had occurred to you that perhaps he was taking this affair a little too seriously. For your parents, he gifted them the very traditional shiraga thread. During the sake ceremony, the blond sat ramrod straight, moving mechanically to take sips from the three cups. One for past, one for present, and one for your future. Together.
: ฬฬโ He was so serious, in fact, that you had become nervous on the morning of your wedding โ your most beloved of friends helping you into your garments, trying to soothe your thoughts. What if he doesn't want to marry me? You would whisper as they fashioned your hair up. What if I've forced him into this, what if he's unhappy? To one of your many anxieties, your friend had met your eyes in the mirror, and smiled.
"Oh, honey," She chuckled, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. "You should see the way that man looks at you."
: ฬฬโ Her words played in your mind as the traditional music was strung during your procession to meet him. The black colours he donned made his long ponytail appear golden, his body strong, his face even more handsome. As he watched you come down the shrine walkway to be by his side, the blond reached up with one hand to push his glasses away and covered his eyes. It had taken you a few months after to realise that in that moment, Kunikida Doppo had shed a tear.
: ฬฬโ It was not tradition for vows to be spoken, and yet Kunikida asked to say a few words as the ceremony drew to a close. You watched him carefully as he picked up the microphone, curious at the intentions he had. It was in that moment that your newly wed husband faced the crowd and brought the mic to his lips.
"First, I would like to thank you all for gracing our marriage with both your presence and your blessings. It is something we will see not to squander."
"Second, I would like to say some thoughts of mine, if you would all be so inclined. Marriage, to me, was initially an agreement of convenience. I had the perfect woman laid out seamlessly. And in my wife that stands with me today, I say that she is not that perfect woman I so wished to find. But she is everything more. She is my best friend, she is my support, she is the person I go to sleep thinking of and wake up searching for. To me, she is my home, and I will take care of her fiercely."
: ฬฬโ At your small reception, Kunikida was stolen away from you by some affiliates of the Armed Detective Agency and had his sake cup topped up one too many times. He found you afterwards, and proclaimed both his love and adoration for his newly-betrothed to everyone and anyone that was within a five mile radius.
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"Come here," You whispered to him, now in the comfort of your own apartment walls. A considerably uncoordinated Kunikida was struggling out of his Haorihimo, cursing in drunken slurs and promises of retribution to the small sliver of fabric.
Your fingers eased the cloth out from underneath his arms and you began to loosen the knot. Your husband was staring up at you from behind his crooked glasses. He swayed a little, and you stood in front of him, ready to support him if he went toppling forward off the bed.
But then, two strong, solid arms came up to the small of your back and he crushed you against him. Burying his head into your chest, he murmured;
"From the very first day I met you... I loved you. D'ya know that?"
Your heart grew tiny wings in your chest and began to sore. Smiling, you reached up, carding your fingers through his blond locks and undoing the tight ponytail.
"The first day you met me, you told me I was inefficient and lazy, my dear husband." You mused.
He grunted. "Same... thing."
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: ฬฬโ Your relationship with Atsushi was one that blossomed slow and tenderly. It was a natural progression, after three years of happy dating, for the agent to ask you to marry him. Everything Atsushi Nakajima did in regards to showing his affection for you was always timid and reserved โ you never expected it; the elaborate surprise he had waiting in store for you that morning you came into the Agency's offices just like you always did.
: ฬฬโ Well, perhaps he had a little help from the other agents, for the office was barren when you entered. Your eyebrows had creased at the very uncharacteristic quiet of the usually chaotic area you worked in. You had checked the time, wondering if you had showed up a little too early on accident. But then, there was a voice โ the voice of agent Dazai Osamu, shouting at you to come to the nearest window and to do so urgentlyโ!
Each of the agents stood at the sidewalk, all holding up a sign with different characters that made up a whole sentence. A question. And Atsushi โ your sweet, kind, caring Atsushi, was perched in the middle, the biggest bouquet of roses in his sheepish hands.
Will you marry me?
: ฬฬโ Both you and Atsushi decide to get married somewhere far removed from the city skyline of Yokohama. You wanted somewhere special to remember this day, and perhaps, the great outdoors and stretching greens spoke to Atsushi's beastly side a little more, too. So you chose the heart of a nearby woodland where a great, ancient willow tree served as your alter.
: ฬฬโ Atsushi wore a suit of sky-blue. You wore a simple slip dress decorated with accents of lace and flowers, Kenji had twined some wildflowers into your hair. The fauna of the forest acted as your choir when you walked down the small trail of brambles to your soon-to-be husband who waited at the base of the winding trunk.
: ฬฬโ The reception was held in a greenhouse funded by the Agency's private books โ you and Atsushi were members, after all, so Kunikida took a little less persuading than usual to move his ledgers around. For lunch, you served chazuke, and when you took the first dance, Atsushi's eyes appeared more gold than they were violet as they looked at you so lovingly the whole time.
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"Atsushi, they'll notice that we're gone." You giggled, bunching your dress up so you could step over the little bush of thickets. When you both reached the winding roots of the willow tree you promised yourselves to each other underneath, Atsushi transformed his arms and legs into their tiger equivalents.
"Dazai-san said he'd keep everyone entertained." He whispered, and then stepped forward to wrap his soft arms around you. "Are you ready?"
"It may be a little late for second thoughts." You teased, but looped your arms around his slender neck and relaxed into his hold. The new golden band on your finger glinted in the moonlight.
And using that tiger-strength, Atsushi dug his claws into the ancient tree bark and began to climb. Higher and higher until you both broke through the canopy cover and could look to the millions of stars winking at you overhead.
"Oh, Atsushi." You breathed in awe, taking in the wonders above. "Oh, it's beautiful."
Your husband nuzzled into your hair and whispered, "Each one represents all the lifetimes I'd still find and fall in love with you in."
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: ฬฬโ It had initially been you and your General lover's plan to keep your engagement quiet and have a small affair away from town. Just the two of you, because Chuuya thought some of his colleagues were insufferable pains in his ass, and all hell would break loose if they were to figure out they had a wedding plan on their hands. It was, however, unfortunate, that you two had been discussing what type of ceremony you'd like to have when Hirotsu was just about to turn one of the corners. It took exactly one hour for the entire Port Mafia to know. Two for it to reach the Armed Detective Agency.
: ฬฬโ It was no longer a personal affair. This wedding became a spectacle within the Mafia's ranks. From the lowest levels all the way to the boss himself, everyone was abuzz with ideas and anticipation, excited that one of their top brass was getting married and they could all take advantage of the time off to have a grand party. Chuuya threatened to resign several times, you always laughed at how excited the entire criminal organisation became at the prospect of celebration.
: ฬฬโ True to the boss' word, you and Chuuya's wedding was held in one of the grandest churches Yokohama had to offer โ having mysteriously skipped the two year waiting list. The building was laved in gold and stain glass windows. Chuuya wore a fine suit of blood-red and a black tie that contrasted with his wild curls, his hard blue eyes. But when they saw you come down the aisle, they softened, and when he said his vows to you, you never thought anyone would look at you with such adoration ever again.
: ฬฬโ The main event was held in the bowels of the Port Mafia โ one of the largest show-rooms this organisation had to offer, with chandeliers hanging from the ceilings and a private band playing any songs they were requested. Chuuya, for the majority of your reception, could not seem to keep his hands off of you. If you were not by his hip, his eyes would instantly go searching for you within the throng of party-goers. When he did find you, he would place a hand to the small of your back, he'd lean in to kiss you and say;
"There you are, my wife."
: ฬฬโ There was another reason as to why Chuuya Nakahara was originally so hellbent on taking your wedding somewhere more quiet and peaceful. And it came in the form of a brunet ex-partner waltzing into the organisation's party, a broad simper on his infuriating face. Dazai Osamu took your hand and kissed the back of it, extending his deepest sympathies and that if you ever needed to blow off steam, he could give you his number.
: ฬฬโ The Port Mafia ballroom had originally started off with three grand chandeliers. After Dazai had purred those taunting words, there was then, only two.
: ฬฬโ After the many shards had been swept from the floor by a cleaning crew, the private band struck an up-beat quartet. Both you and your newly-wed husband took to the floor for the first dance. Chuuya's hand splayed protectively against your back, his other gloved palm slotting into yours and guiding you to twirl, skip, spin.
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"Shit, sorry." He grumbled when your foreheads were touching, the proximity sending his breath fanning across your cheeks. His pointy canines were jutting against his bottom lip. "That motherfucker โ he just makes me see red."
"Hey, it's okay." You said, catching his eyes. "Because I love you. You, Nakahara. I am all yours and no one else's."
Those words touched something deep within this man's chest. Of course, the proof that you were his sat in the form of two stacked rings on your left hand, but to hear it. To look into your beautiful eyes and see the amount of love there.
He surprised you by reaching down to your hips and lifting you up, twirling you around, around, around.
"And I'm forever yours, babydoll."
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: ฬฬโ The initial letter you received from Fyodor asking for your hand in marriage โ originally, you believed it to be fake. A shallow joke from someone who knew of you and the mastermind's occasional on-and-off relationship whenever he returned to your homeland. But as you traced the delicate loops of the handwriting that looked so much like his own, in the intimate moonlight beams of late night โ you'd let yourself imagine. Hope. Only for it to swell and dwindle like ashes of a flame. Because there was just no way he would ask to marry you. That he would marry, at all.
: ฬฬโ It was fitting then; how palpable your shock was when the slender, pale man you had accidentally fallen in love with โ like a fool โ was standing on the other side of your door that early morning. You had blinked hard, rubbed your eyes, wondered if you were weary from too many sleepless nights. When the stars had cleared from your vision, he was still there. An amused little smile stretched against his lips.
"So? Are you ready to get married?"
You stared at him. And stared. And then dropped your morning cup of coffee onto the tiles of your hallway.
: ฬฬโ At the news of your sudden betrothal, your family were both elated with a healthy dose of scepticism. Who is this man you are intending to marry, they fluttered around you with questions when you broke the news. Fyodor? I've never heard you speak of him, why do you intend to marry this man, girl? At that, you had smiled, not bothering to hide the small heat of blush on your ears, and murmured;
"Because he's a thief, and he stole my heart a very long time ago."
: ฬฬโ The wedding was held in an old cathedral of gothic architecture. You don't think you've ever seen Fyodor look so refined; standing there in his simple suit of stone-grey with a black shirt. He had his hair tucked behind his ears, his eyebags were a little less pronounced, his skin brighter โ but perhaps that was just the early-morning light. When you stood before your husband to-be and handed your heart over to him, for him, there was a shift in his eyes. You could not explain it, but you knew it ran deep. You knew that in his own way, he was also handing himself over to you. And you would accept all of him, just like you accepted his name.
: ฬฬโ Much to the dismay of your family, you did not hold a wedding reception after the ceremony, but that was only because Fyodor decided to walk with you through the freezing streets of Moscow. He held your hand, and even though on many nights where you lay together he was stone-cold, today, he felt warm.
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"Fyodor?"
"Hmm?" He answered, noticing the sheepish tone in your voice. You looked up at him with those big doe eyes.
"Why did you ask to marry me?"
Fyodor held your gaze for a long, pregnant second. It was at that moment that a single flake of snow fluttered down from the grey sky and landed on his immaculate suit. Then another. Each one the same colour as your dress, each one different to the rest.
Fyodor held out his hand to catch them. "Why does the snow fall? Because it is natural. It is meant to be. I married you because it is the way I wish to fall. With you, by my side."
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I love the Good Omens 'Night at Crowley's Flat' trope where after stopping the apocalypse in season 1, they go to Crowley's Flat and talk and kiss and fall in love and have a peaceful night, I do.
BUT
What if the night became 'The Night an Angel and a Demon Get Insanely Drunk and Teach Each Other How to Act'
Because honestly
They go to the flat, and ALL they know is they are going to have to swap themselves if they want to survive and finally be free from Heaven and Hell
But they have absolutely NO clue how to pull it off successfully
Sure, they know each other in and out.
Aziraphale has Crowley's eye color committed to memory (and also to paper, since Aziraphale spent 4-5 years in the late 80s trying to find a craft store in London that could help him do the color justice)
Crowley could find his angel in a crowd of millions (and not even just because only one single person in that crowd would be dressed in that ridiculous shade of tartan)
BUT they know they have to truly get this right, down to the exact detail.
So, naturally, they start by promptly opening the closest bottle of scotch that Crowley had available
Crowley was convinced this would be the easiest thing they've ever done
"Only you, Angel, would find a way to worry yourself to death AFTER stopping an apocalypse"
They begin with the easy part, switching corporations and clothing.
It was easy. Until Aziraphale realized he had to actually physically move in the very, very tight pants Crowley prefers.
The first three times he tries walking, he falls face down. And each time, realizes how it's equally hard to get back up again.
Not to mention that Crowley's corporation had learned that after 6000 years, it didn't really need all those vertebrae and bones since he never used them anyways
So now Aziraphale is just laying on the floor in terribly tight pants, very confused on how Crowley has managed all this time
(Crowley is also on the floor, having dropped there laughing after the 2nd attempt)
After they both get up (one much faster than the other) Crowley tries coaching the angel on how to walk like him
Until Crowley realizes he doesn't actually know how he walks, he just sort of wills himself forward and hopes his limbs keep up with him along the way
Eventually, after enough drinks, they settle on a technique called "Just pretend all your limbs are snakes. And you're a snake. Honestly, just as snake-y as you can manage, Angel."
Aziraphale, as difficult as this was for him, figures out that he may have gotten the easy side of this situation here. Crowley very much disagrees.
"Once an Angel, well, definitely not always an Angel, but close enough right?"
He very quickly realizes he may be wrong when Aziraphale asks Crowley to copy his walk
"Dear Lord Crowley, it cannot be that hard. You simply have to walk in a straight line"
It was indeed that hard.
Crowley has all his vertebrae now, but no knowledge of how they should be used
He tries to hold his hands behind his back and march forward, walking in what he thinks is probably, on some plane of reality, maybe a straight line
He's convinced that he's the perfect image of a stereotypical angel, head held high, an air of 'holier than thou' surrounding him
When Crowley asks Aziraphale, he only says, "Well, I suppose it will have to do for now."
Internally, Aziraphale thinks of the fact that Crowley looked identical to a bumbling penguin walking on ice.
When Crowly sits down, very pleased with himself for an impeccable performance ("As always, Angel. I've still got it." Aziraphale uncaps the vodka and drinks straight from the bottle, just staring into the distance.
He has just realized that their existence hinges on whether Crowley can figure out how to sit on a chair like a proper being with appendages and a spine.
And the odds are not in their favor, if they way the demon is sprawled out on the couch (reminding Aziraphale suddenly of a very well-done noodle, and suddenly he's starting to wonder if humans had the right idea with stress eating) is any indication
Crowley announces that he refuses to utter the words tickety boo, even if faced with destruction
"Honestly I think I'd rather have the holy water at that point" "Crowley." "I swear you just make sounds up sometimes, those aren't even real words"
4 bottles (and a very large order of takeout) later, they've got the act down well enough that it's starting to weird Crowley out
"Angel, seriously, enough with the nose. When have I ever done that with my nose? Exactly zero amount of times. I'm not a rabbit"
2 bottles later and Aziraphale has miracled Harry the Rabbit into the flat for a reason they can't quite remember
But they've got music playing from somewhere in the corner, and plenty of drinks, and the night goes on into the morning, and then they're sobering up and marching out for the most dramatic acting of their lives
And the world hasn't ended yet, so they'll probably be fine. Probably.
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