#especially when the chapters have smut? sorry to disappoint i guess

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After Liv became pregnant, my votes have dwindled on Wattpad and I'm big sad about it.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Breaking Free: Chapter 5- Falling Into You

Pairings: AU! Mechanic Dean x Reader

Chapter Summary: First day of living with Dean, everything is going perfect.

Warnings: SMUT! Watch yourself, only 18+

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

Today was my first day living with Dean, and I felt both excited and nervous.

After he helped me settle in and showed me around his cozy apartment—a place that was quickly starting to feel like home—he had to go back to work. It wasn’t a big place, but it had two bedrooms and a nice balcony with a view of the town. The walls were a calming grey colour, decorated with art and photos that made it feel warm and inviting.

Even though I was happy to be with Dean, I couldn’t shake the fear from past relationships. I was used to feeling like I always messed up or disappointed my partner. This fear made me worry that I might do something to upset Dean or ruin our relationship, especially since it was so early.

Deep down, I knew Dean was different—he was kind, patient, and understanding—but old fears still haunted me.

I spent the day searching job opportunities in the town over, it was a little bit of a drive but I knew if I wanted to stay here, I needed to have a source of income.

I checked the time, and my heart pounded in my chest, Dean was due to come home in an hour, and panic set in as I realized I hadn't even started dinner—a routine Andrew used to expect every night. But with Dean, it was different. I wasn’t sure what he liked or disliked, which only added to my anxiety.

I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, the ringing making my nerves worse until he finally answered.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?" Dean’s voice was strong comfort.

"I’m good. I’m so sorry I forgot to ask what you wanted for dinner tonight," I admitted guiltily.

Dean chuckled softly. "You don’t need to make anything. It’s been a long day, so I can pick something up for us on the way home."

"Oh, okay. As long as you're sure you're okay with that…" I hesitated, needing reassurance.

Dean paused, his tone gentle yet firm. "As long as we are okay with that, Y/N. Are you okay with that?"

His concern touched me, and I smiled, biting my lip. "Yeah, I am. I can’t wait to see you."

"Same here, sweetheart. See you soon."

I hung up and headed to the bedroom to grab some clothes, eager to shower. As much as I appreciated the motel's shelter, the showers were dreary. I longed for the real water pressure and a chance to unwind.

Stepping into the bathroom, I undressed and let the warm water cascade over me.

As I stood there, thoughts swirled. Why was I still anxious about things from the past when Dean had consistently shown me kindness and understanding? His reaction to my dinner problem was proof—he wasn’t like Andrew, expecting perfection or control. Dean simply cared about what made us both comfortable and happy.

It was strange, falling this hard for somebody I've known only two weeks. And I wish I could explain it, maybe we were in over our heads or maybe we were crazy, but there was this pull, this deep, intense love brewing between us.

I guess I must have spent longer in the shower than I realized because a knock on the door nearly caused me to slip, and that’s when I realized Dean was home. He cracked the door open as I peeked out with wet hair.

"Mmm, nice wet hair, sweetheart," he teased with a chuckle.

I blushed but decided to play along, shooting him a mischievous wink. "Maybe you'll get to see more of wet me later."

Dean's eyes widened in surprise, and I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. His cheeks and ears turned pink as he looked down, smirking slightly. "Um... dinner is here. Take your time and relax. Meet me on the balcony."

I nodded with a smile, turning off the shower as Dean frowned slightly. "You didn’t need to come out now."

"I missed you," I admitted softly. "Just give me a moment to get dressed, and I'll be out there."

"Okay." Dean smiled and closed the door, leaving me to quickly dry off and get dressed.

I knew Dean wouldn't mind how I dressed, but I hoped tonight might lead to something more, so I slipped into some leggings and the oversized t-shirt of his I loved, pairing it with lacy black panties and a bra underneath. Hopefully, he'd notice and appreciate the effort.

When I stepped onto the balcony, I was stunned. Dean had set up candles that flickered gently in the evening breeze, casting a warm glow over the table. He was sitting there, looking incredibly handsome, gazing out at the view.

"You look beautiful as always," Dean greeted me warmly. "Did you enjoy your shower? And is that my shirt?"

I nodded, taking my seat across from him. "Yeah, the motel showers are terrible. But I really like your shirt."

He chuckled and handed me my food and drink. "Yeah, I can imagine. And please, keep it. It looks amazing on you."

I smiled gratefully before my eyes widened in surprise. He had gotten me exactly what I loved—burgers and a chocolate milkshake. How did he know?

"Everything okay?" Dean's concerned voice brought me back to the moment. I nodded, smiling shyly. "Yeah... how did you know what I liked?"

Dean smirked and winked at me. "I just know you."

I must have looked puzzled because he laughed softly. "I put the pieces together. You mentioned you love burgers, and you used to get milkshakes with your dad when you were young. It's like a comfort drink for you."

I couldn't help but feel touched by his thoughtfulness. Dean had been paying attention to the little details about me, things I hadn't even realized I had shared. It made me feel seen and cared for in a way I hadn't experienced before.

As we enjoyed our meal together, the evening unfolded into a perfect blend of laughter, shared stories, and stolen glances. Dean's presence was a comfort, his understanding and patience easing the lingering shadows of my past.

"So.." I started, staring back at him. "Tell me more about your parents, you said that their the only ones you've known to move fast like us, tell me about that?"

His smile was sad, but genuine as he leaned closer, "My mom and Dad met at a bus shelter. He asked her for the time, and she noticed he had a watch on-totally busted. But she answered anyways, and as they sat there, dad kept trying to come up with conversations, trying to work up the courage to ask her out."

I smirked at the thought of his parents, so cute just like he was.

"Anyways, by the time the bus came, my mom was waiting for him to get on, and he confessed he didn't need to take the bus, he just wanted to speak to the most beautiful girl in town. She fell for him right than and there-he's a smooth talking bastard."

I laughed loudly and shook my head, "Just like you."

His cheeks burned red and a laugh escaped his lips, "Well, thank you sweetheart."

"So how long have they been together now?"

He smiled, looking up to the sky. "They would have been married for 22 years. They got engaged two weeks after they met."

My eyes widen and I almost spit out my drink, "Two weeks?"

He laughed and nodded back, "I told you, they move fast. When they knew, they knew. Just like how I feel with you..."

I couldn't help but blush at his words. Was this really happening? Were we falling this hard, already?

Our conversation flowed from serious topics to lighter ones, and before we realized it, hours had passed. If it were up to me, I would have frozen time to stay in that moment forever.

After helping him tidy up, we headed to the bedroom. Nerves fluttered in my stomach because I knew what I wanted tonight. Dean stepped out to grab some water, and I grasped the opportunity. I quickly removed my leggings and shirt, then climbed onto the bed and lay down, ready.

Dean entered the room and smiled at me, then his gaze fell upon the little clothing I wore. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened, taking in every inch of me that was visible.

I expected to feel self-conscious, but instead I just felt his love and passion all around us, heating up the room.

I sat up and smiled, giving him a playful wink. "Any thoughts?"

He swallowed hard, putting the glass down on the dresser before coming towards the bed, his eyes locked on mine. "Oh sweetheart, I'm having plenty of thoughts right now.. God damn."

I smirked as my cheeks burned and the butterflies filled my belly. "Well, why don't you get down here and we could act some of them out?"

His breathing hitch and he chuckled, climbing onto the bed and slowly on top of me. His knee moved between my legs, pressing his body against mine.

My hands moved to his arms, pulling him more on top of me, wanting him impossibly close. He dipped down as his lips hit mine, and this time it was filled with passion and desire.

His hand moved down to my cheek, rubbing the skin gently as his other hand trailed down my stomach. His fingers were burning my skin as he moved them lower, every part of me was craving more.

His lips moved down to my cheek, then my neck, then my chest as he began kissing, licking, and nibbling at the skin he had access to. I couldn't supress the moan that left my mouth as his hand moved lower, tracing my hips and thighs, marking me for him.

His eyes locked into mine as his hands went lower, watching to make sure I was okay, that I was ready. I nodded and bit my lip as he pushed his hand underneath my panties, and rested in between my legs where I needed him the most.

His head dropped, a deep groan escaping his lips as his fingers played at my entrance, feeling how ready I was for him. His lips moved lower, licking the spot on my collarbone that he admired as his fingers pushed deeply inside of me.

I held onto his shoulders with a gasp, not expecting to be filled so deeply, so roughly, so irresistibly. He moved his fingers faster inside, and harder, concentrating on what made me tick, what made my back arch, and continuing to push me.

I could feel my heart pounding in my ears, vision going white as my body trembled underneath him, I was so close already, and he's barely touched me.

His fingers pushed harder inside of me as his other pulled my panties completly off, moving down to settle between my legs. I knew where this was headed, and instantly nerves flooded my system, this has never happened before.

My hands were trembling as I reached his cheek, his movements stilling as his eyes moving instantly to look at me. "Dean.. you don't have to do that.."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as a dirty smirk spread across his lips. "Do what? Go down on you? Do you not want me to?"

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, "I uh... Nobody's ever..."

His eyes widened when he realized what I meant, his head lifting slightly to stare back at me, "I really want to... Can I show you how good it feels? If you don't like it, I can stop.."

I smiled and felt relief wash over me, he was doing this because he wanted to, not because he felt like he had to. He smirked as his head moved lower, licking his fingers before pushing them back into me before he leaned forward, licking a strip from the top to where his fingers were.

I shivered as a gasp left my mouth, causing him to chuckle. "Feels good?"

I nodded silently, and without hesitation, his tongue was swirling around my clit, stopping to suck while his fingers pumped faster, harder, deeper.

I moaned loudly into my fist as he pushed me to the breaking point, his tongue writing love notes all inside me as he moved his hand to my clit, chuckling when my back arched.

This was it, the release my body was craving, and he knew it. He lifted his head for a moment, eyes falling on my body. "C'mon sweetheart. Let me feel you cum for me."

I closed my eyes tightly as the pleasure coursed through my body. Flashes of white clouded my vision and my entire body was trembling to the point where Dean held my legs down, fingers still pumping deep inside. "Oh fuck, yeah that's it sweetheart, let go."

As I finally came down from the high, Dean climbed back over me, placing kisses all over my lips and neck, a chuckle vibrating against my skin.

I laughed and pulled him on top of me, kissing his lips hard and desperately. I needed him, I needed to feel him and he knew it. He kissed me harder and groaned into my neck while my hand wrapped moved to the front of his jeans, pawing his already solid erection.

He moaned low in his throat as his hand on my shoulder. “Jesus sweetheart, your'e going to kill me.”

I smirked and lifted his head to face me, “No, i’m just going to fuck you.”

He groaned at my response, licked his lips before stripping off his jeans and boxers, and climbing back over me. His hand moved lower, holding his cock and lining it up with my entrance. His mouth dropped, and I knew he was about to ask if I was ready, so I quickly wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me, pushing him fully inside of me without warning.

He inhaled a deep, shaky breath as his head dropped, eyes slammed shut. "H-Holy fuck Y/N..."

My smile was wide as I pulled him lower, kissing his lips desperatly, silently begging him to move. He chuckled low, as he sat up slightly, hand moving to my hair, lips hovering over mine before he pulled out, and slammed back in roughly.

My back arched, and his hand slipped underneath me, pulling me impossibly close as he repeated the action-pulling out and slamming deep inside me, deeper than I've ever felt.

We were desperate, falling apart around each other, trying our hardest to hold onto this feeling forever. My moans got louder and more strangled and his growls were just bringing me closer, the sight of him like this was a dream come true.

His eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile playing at his lips. "Fuck, you're perfect."

My hand moved to his back, scratching the skin gently, smirking at the way his eyes lit up. "Dean... I'm so close."

He hummed in approval as he leaned closer, licking the area around my neck before biting it gently. "I'm right behind you baby, c'mon.. give me another one."

I could feel the pressure building, and my entire body was trembling underneath him, but he held me, dedicated to getting me there. His moans grew louder and breathy as he watched me fall apart, and suddenly he couldn't fall hold on anymore. He let go with me, filling me all the way, hands gripping at me tightly.

He slowed his movements, his forehead resting against mine, as the room filled with our heavy breathing and soft sighs.

I smiled up at him, tears welling in my eyes. I didn't mean to get emotional, I really didn't want to, but everything felt so right. It was like everything was falling into place, like he had rescued me.

He moved to lay beside me, his eyes filling with concern as he stared at the tears starting to fall down my cheeks. "Oh, sweetheart, are you okay?"

"Yeah.. I'm sorry." I whispered, my hands moving to my face to try to hide my eyes from him. He kissed my hands over and over, slowly pulling them off so I could see him.

"What's wrong?"

I shook my head frantically and turned to look at him, "Nothing! That was just... really amazing. I've never felt that connection before, it was a little overwhelming.."

He smirked and lay down beside me, pulling me close to his chest. "I've never felt a connection like that either. I can't believe how close I feel to you."

I kissed his chest, and gazed up at him. "I think I love you."

His smile grew wide as his lips kissed my head, "I think I love you too, sweetheart. Get some sleep. I'll be here."

I nodded, resting my head on his chest. Everything finally felt perfect and right in my life, and I cherished it. Yet, I couldn't shake the fear that something might take it all away. Deep down, I sensed I might be right.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 6 coming soon stay tuned! Like, comment, and reblog, feedback is my fuel 💕

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Distractions- Chapter 5

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

You woke to your phone ringing.

“Who the hell is calling you this early?” Tom grumbled sleepily. 

You sat up and grabbed your phone. “Sorry,” you quickly apologized before answering the call. It was the assistant to the director with whom you were supposed to meet the night before for a consultation. They had hired someone else. “I completely understand. Thank you for the opportunity,” you said before hanging up.

Tom rolled over towards you and opened his eyes. “Everything alright?”

You cleared your throat, trying your best to hide your disappointment. “Yeah! No worries.” 

“You sure?” he asked, concerned. “You sounded a lot like I do when a casting director tells me they’re ‘going in a different direction.’”  

“That’s essentially what it was,” you told him, laying back down on your side to face him and propping yourself up on your elbow. “But it’s kind of to be expected when you skip out on the audition.” You chuckled, but Tom just frowned.

“Shit,” he said in realization. “Was that the meeting you were supposed to go to yesterday? I thought you said you rescheduled.”

You shrugged. “I guess they met with someone else who was available to fill the last minute opening and they decided to go with them for the film.” 

“Who’s the director?” he asked. “Depending on who it is, I might be able to pull a few strings…”

You smiled and shook your head. “That’s sweet of you, but I’m sure whoever they hired deserved it. Besides, I want my success in my career to be because of what I do, not who I know, especially if I’ve slept with them.” 

He nodded in agreement, but the concern didn’t leave his face. “I still feel bad that you missed it because of my moping,” he said, absentmindedly running the back of his index finger up and down the forearm you were using to prop your head up.

“Nonsense,” you insisted. “You’re my friend and you were feeling down. I wanted to be here for you. Plus, I got quite a few orgasms out of it, so don’t feel too sorry for me.” You smiled and winked at him.

“Well then,” he began, inching his face closer to yours as he slipped his hand between your thighs. “Perhaps you ought to have one or two more this morning, just to show my appreciation.” 

“I mean, if you insist,” you replied playfully, spreading your legs for him as his lips met yours in a sensual kiss. You sighed into his mouth as you felt his fingers glide through your folds. As the kiss intensified, you crept your hand down his abs until your touch was met with his hot, hard length. You stroked your fingertips lightly along the shaft, but just when you were about to wrap your hand around it, your alarm went off on your phone.

“No,” he quickly protested against your lips. You took your hand away from his expectant hard-on to reach for your phone. “No, no, no,” he continued to protest, still refusing to release your lips from his own. Despite this, you hesitantly pulled your lips away in order to silence the alarm, but Tom simply moved his kisses to your neck, and began lightly drawing circles on your clit. 

“Fuck,” you huffed, trying your best to keep a clear head. “I have to go.” He responded by sucking at the spot under your ear and adding more pressure to your clit, causing you to gasp and let out an involuntary moan. Your body was betraying you. “I’m–mmmm– I’m s-serious, Tom.” 

“Then tell me to stop,” he whispered in your ear. He had you there. You weren’t going to tell him to stop. You couldn’t, and he knew it. 

“Bastard,” you breathed out. He snickered into the crook of your neck, before giving it a little nip and licking over the teeth marks. He quickened his pace on your clit and you tossed your phone aside and found his cock again. You wasted no time as you grabbed it firmly and began pumping it with long, deliberate strokes. The faster he rubbed your clit, the faster you stroked his cock, as if it was some sort of competition. You began to lose your rhythm, however, as you came closer and closer to your peak. Your moans became louder and more high pitched until you finally fell over the edge, squeezing his throbbing length as you came. He lifted his head to watch you come undone while he bucked his hips, thrusting into your hand in order to chase his own release. Soon enough, just as you were coming down from your high, he buried his face in your neck once again and groaned as you felt his dick pulse in your hand, cum spurting onto your belly, your arm, and the bed sheets. 

You both laid there for a moment, breathing heavily in one another’s ears. Then he looked down between your bodies. “Sorry for the mess, love,” he chuckled as he got up to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom. He came back to the bed to find you licking the cum off of your forearm. You giggled when you caught him staring, clearly enjoying the sight. 

“Unfortunately, I’m not flexible enough to reach my stomach,” you teased him, reaching out for the washcloth. He ignored your outstretched hand and climbed back into bed and began cleaning you up himself. While he did so, you looked over at the clock on his bedside table. “Shit! I’m gonna be late!” You frantically searched for your phone, and when you found it, you called Kaitlyn immediately. 

“What’s up, boss?” she answered, cheerfully as always.

“Hey! I’m running a bit late,” you told her.

“Are you actually running? You sound a bit winded,”  she asked, a bit concerned. It was then that you realized you were still breathing kind of heavily. Tom, who was being overly thorough, and annoyingly sensual with the washcloth, must have been able to hear her because he unsuccessfully bit back a chortle. You shoved his shoulder and put your finger to your lips to tell him to be quiet. 

“Are you able to set up on your own?” you asked. “I promise I’ll get there before Mr. Hiddleston arrives!” You saw a smirk creep across Tom’s face when you said this.

“Absolutely!” she replied enthusiastically, undoubtedly excited for the chance to show you she could handle more responsibility. “Not a problem at all!”

“Thank you so much. I’ll see you–” You were cut off momentarily by the sensation of Tom rubbing the cold, damp cloth over your overstimulated pussy. “--shortly,” you finished in a slightly higher pitch than intended. After you hung up the phone, you shot him a disapproving look. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“I saw an opportunity and I took it,” he quipped, twirling the cloth around on his finger and then slinging it over his shoulder, a smug smile playing on his lips. 

“Careful, Tommy boy,” you warned, getting out of bed and walking toward the bathroom. “You might find that retribution tends to hit harder than the original transgression.” You shot him a playfully sinister look over your shoulder before closing the door behind you.

Once in the bathroom, you spotted yourself in the mirror and noticed the bite mark Tom had left on your neck. “Shit!” 

“What’s wrong?” you heard him ask from the other side of the door. 

You flung the door open and pointed at the bruise. “I don’t have time to cover this up!” He pressed his lips together, clearly attempting to fight a smile. “It’s not funny,” you told him, despite the slight giggle in your voice. “Will you please just go get my bag?”

“Of course,” he replied, smiling to himself. He quickly pulled on a pair of boxers and went to go get your bag, which you had dropped as soon as he had hastily pulled you in the door the night before. That morning you were especially grateful to yourself for making a habit of keeping a toothbrush, some extra clothes, and some basic makeup supplies in your work bag, not long after that first night you spent at Tom’s place.

As soon as he handed you your bag, you began getting ready as quickly as you could. You were in the middle of applying your makeup when Tom appeared in the doorway, fully dressed and ready. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but I’m supposed to be at the studio in 20 minutes, so I really need to go.” he told you apologetically.

“Oh no you don’t, Hiddleston,” you scolded him, briefly pausing your mascara to shoot him a stern look. “I promised Kaitlyn I would get there before you, so if I’m late, you’re late.”

“I can’t be late, darling. I’m never late.”

“You’re the one who made me late!” you argued.

“But won’t it look a bit odd if the first time I’m ever late just happens to be on a day when you also happen to be late?” he countered. You thought about this for a second, and realizing he was right, you rolled your eyes and let out a conceding huff as you quickly packed up your bag. “If it’s any consolation,” he added as you stomped past him and he followed you out of the bedroom. “You look amazing as always.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered while you gathered your various clothing items from last night, precariously strewn about the foyer and lounge. “Where the fuck are my panties!”

Tom cleared his throat loudly, and you looked up to see him leaning casually against the wall by the front door with a smirk on his face, your black lace thong dangling from the tip of his index finger.

“Thanks,” you said bluntly as you grabbed them and shoved them in your bag and stalked out the door.

…

As soon as you parked, you ran to your trailer. “I’m so sorry, Kaitlyn,” you managed to get out between panting breaths as you walked through the door.

“Don’t worry about it,” she waved you off. “Are you okay?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, no, I’m fine. Just a crazy morning.” 

“Good morning, ladies,” Tom’s voice came from behind you.

“Morning,” you and Kaitlyn responded in unison, though Kaitlyn’s tone was much cheerier than your own. 

Tom sat down in the chair and you and Kaitlyn went straight to work.

Looking around, you were impressed with how well everything was prepped, just the way you liked it. “Nice job setting up, Kait!”

“Not bad for my first solo prep, huh?” she boasted.

Tom raised his eyebrows in feigned surprise. “Solo?”

“Yep,” you played along. “I was running late this morning and she stepped up and covered for me.”

“Really?” he replied. “Well done, Kaitlyn!”

“Thank you,” she beamed at him. Then she turned to you with a knowing look on her face. “By the way, does that hickey on your neck have anything to do with why you were late?”

You kept your focus on what you were doing, but out of the corner of your eye you could see Tom in the mirror, bringing his hand to his mouth and casually running his fingers over his lips. You knew it was to hide his expression. “I’d rather not say…”

Kaitlyn’s face lit up. “It is, isn’t it! You got some! Who’s the lucky guy or gal?”

You shook your head and chuckled awkwardly. “I don’t think Tom wants to hear us talk about my sex life right now.”

“Oh I don’t mind,” he interjected. “I’m a little curious myself, actually.” 

So he wants to play? you thought. Then let’s play.

“You two are so nosy,” you scolded them. “Anyway, you wouldn’t know him, and I don’t know if I’d sleep with him again.” You glanced briefly at Tom through the mirror. He shifted slightly in his seat but he had a calculated expression of only mild interest. 

“Was he that bad?” Kaitlyn asked with a slight cringe. 

“Oh no, he’s quite good,” you clarified, noticing the corner of Tom’s mouth twitch slightly. “But I don't know if I should continue sleeping with someone who is going to distract me and make me late for work.”

Kaitlyn shrugged. “I mean, if he’s that good though…”

“Forgive me,” Tom interjected yet again. “But is it possible this guy finds you so physically irresistible that he had to have you the moment he woke up? In which case, you might want to keep someone like that around.” You and Kaitlyn both looked at him and he threw his hands up defensively. “I’m only playing devil’s advocate.”

Kaitlyn nodded her head in agreement. “He has a point.”

“It’s possible,” you answered thoughtfully. “But I think it’s more likely that he let his morning wood get the better of him and I mistakenly let him. And I don’t have time for that.”

“So you’d give up mind-blowing sex just because you were late to work?” Kaitlyn asked skeptically. Tom looked at you expectantly, unable to hide his smug smile.

“I never said it was ‘mind-blowing,’” you asserted. Tom’s smile faded. “And I’m a workaholic! It just doesn’t seem worth it.”

“Alright, alright,” Kaitlyn conceded. “If you say so.” She didn’t look convinced. Meanwhile, Tom got suspiciously quiet, and remained so until you finished with his hair and makeup. That is until he texted you later during a break in shooting.

That night after work, you went home and immediately got in the shower, with the intention of then drying your hair, putting on some mascara, and slipping on some sexy lingerie before Tom arrived. However, you were only halfway through your shower when you heard his voice and it made you jump.

“Why hello, gorgeous,” he said from the doorway of your bathroom, eyeing your naked figure through the steamy shower door. 

“Fuck, Tom!” you exclaimed, peaking your head out from behind the foggy glass. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry, darling,” he began to apologize as he started to unbutton his shirt. “Actually, I’m not sorry at all, given the view I walked in on.” He walked toward you. “You did say to come over whenever.”

“I also said I needed time to freshen up, and I assumed you’d give me more than 10 minutes,” you responded as you went back to lathering yourself up with your loofah. 

“Then I guess you’ll just have to be more specific next time,” he said above the sound of his belt buckle hitting the tile floor. “Or perhaps you were secretly hoping I would walk in on you in the shower.” His voice was in your ear at that point and you felt his arms snake around your waist from behind. 

You leaned your head back against his shoulder. “I wasn’t, truthfully, but now that you’re here, would you be a dear and get my back?” You handed him the loofah and he obliged with a small chuckle. He softly scrubbed your back, then replaced the loofah with his hands, running them over your back, then down your sides, following the curves of your waist and hips where he stopped. He pressed his fingertips firmly into your hips and pulled you back into him. He began kissing your neck and you felt his erection twitch against your ass, so you rolled your hips, grinding against him and ushering a soft moan from his lips. One of his hands slid down to the apex of your thighs and began slowly and gently stroking your pussy, while his other hand came up to massage your tit. You sighed as you reached back and softly stroked your fingers over the back of his neck, silently telling him to keep going. He did just that. He ran his middle finger along your slit, never actually entering you, then spread your arousal to your clit and rubbed circles into it, harder and harder until he could tell you were close, and then he went back to your slit and lazily traced it up and down. You whined as your climax evaded you, but he just snickered in your ear and repeated his actions, building you up to your peak and then stopping just before you reached it. Another whimper escaped your throat. You were getting frustrated, but you thought perhaps he would follow the rule of three, so you let him do it again. This time he brought you so close, you almost started to cum, but then he took his hand away completely.

“Ugh! You bloody tosser!” you growled, whipping around to face him. Before you could tell him off however, he captured your lips with his and pinned you against the shower wall with such a force that it briefly knocked the wind out of you. Then he grabbed your thighs, hoisted your legs up and over his hips, and quickly lined his cock up with your entrance before slamming into you. “Jesus FUCK,” you cried out. He immediately began pounding into you, grunting and panting heavily in your ear. Your loud, high pitched moans echoed off the tiled walls as his pubic bone rubbed against your throbbing clit, and his cock, like a hot steel rod, hit you over and over in just the right spot. You were rapidly approaching the climax you’d been denied thrice prior, and when you finally reached it, your vision became blurry and you were seeing stars. You screamed as Tom fucked you through it, never letting up on his pace, even as you started to come down from your high. Tears formed in your eyes from overstimulation, but then, without warning, you were hit with another earth-shattering orgasm. You squeezed your legs around him and raked your nails across his back, causing him to hiss and groan, while his name erupted from your lungs. 

Once you felt your body begin to relax again, you let your head fall forward onto Tom’s shoulder, whimpering slightly from once again feeling over stimulated. That’s when he finally let up, pulling his still rock-hard length out of you and putting your legs back down for you to stand. Much to your surprise, however, he swiftly turned you around to face the wall and pulled your hips back, entering you from behind. You gasped and leaned forward to brace yourself against the wall, spreading your legs as wide as you could. He started thrusting into you once again, just as fast and hard as he did before, as if there had been no interruption. This new position gave your raw, swollen clit a much needed break, while also creating a delicious new angle for his dick to reach your A-spot. 

Despite your better judgement, you begged him to fuck you harder, and somehow he did. The bathroom was filled with both of your moans, as well as the sounds of wet skin slapping skin as his pelvis smacked against your ass over and over under the running water. Soon your legs began to shake violently as you edged closer to another orgasm. 

“Oooooohh my GOD!” you cried, your back arching and your cunt spasming around his girth. You were sure your legs would have given out from under you had Tom not been holding your hips so tightly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” He gave a hard thrust with each word before finally stilling his hips, cumming hard along with you.

When he was finished, he loosened his grip on your hips, but as soon as he did so, your legs wobbled so he quickly grasped you firmly again, gently pulled his spent cock out of you, and carefully lowered you to your knees so you could then move to sit on the shower floor, resting your back and head against the wall. Then he turned off the now cold water, threw away the condom he must have slipped on before he got in the shower with you, and then sat next to you on the floor, both of you out of breath. 

Still using the wall to support your head, you turned it slightly to look at him. “What the actual fuck was that?” you breathed out.

“You liked it?” he asked with a drunken looking smile. 

You let out a breathy chuckle. “What gave that away?”

He laughed. “Mind-blowing?” he asked, recalling Kaitlyn’s words from that morning. 

“You could say that, I suppose,” you teased, nodding your head. 

A wide grin spread across his face as he looked up at the ceiling, still panting. “I’ll take it!”

You leaned your head on his shoulder while the two of you caught your breaths. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you realized something. “One problem though.”

“What’s that?” he replied.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to get up off of this floor anytime soon,” you told him. You both burst into a laughing fit, leaning against one another for support. 

When the two of you were finally able to gather some composure, Tom scooped you up and carried you to your bed. He gently laid you down, then flopped down next to you, propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you, clearly trying and failing to hide a proud smirk. 

“What’s that look for?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he replied. “I just don’t think I’ve ever actually fucked anyone to the point where they literally couldn’t walk!”

You chuckled and shook your head, and then you looked down and noticed that his cock was hard. “How the hell are you hard again already after all that?”

“You just look so sexy laying there like that, looking all flustered and fucked out,” he said, leaning down and bringing his face close to yours with a blushing smile.

“Really? Because I could have sworn it was just your own ego, knowing you fucked me so well,” you teased, before your lips met in a slow and sensual kiss. At a natural breaking point you pulled away to look at him. “So, I don’t think my pussy can take any more tonight, but I’d still be happy to help you get off in other ways.” You lifted your eyebrows at him in exaggerated insinuation. “I mean, I got three incredible orgasms; you could at least get two…”

Tom’s face lit up like a child on Christmas.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Honey Bun (18+ Series)

Aaron Hotchner x Stripper!Reader

Part 5 // MINORS DNI

WC: 3.0k words

Song Inspo: Possibly Maybe - Björk

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, bit of an age gap (placing reader at around 25-26), cursing, alcohol consumption, formalized sex work (Stripper/Pole Dancer), occasional angst, drama. In this chapter specifically -- light angst, flufffff, SMUT OBVIOUSLY, smoking one (1) cigarette (sorry about that but its DRAMATIC and therefore NECESSARY), semi-public sex (?), lap dance, dirty talking, Hotch being submissive and breedable tbh, aaaand that's all I can think of rn, but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Lmaooooo sorry that the plot just kinda flew out the window on this one a little bit, I just wanted to write something dirttyyyyyy tee hee hopefully all is good here but lmk if it needs other warnings or anything!

Tags: @montyfandomlove, @cassiemartzz, @hausofwhores, @pedrohoe04, @sebastiansstanswhore, @comfortzonequeen,

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“Looks like lover boy is here,” Josephine noted, wiping down a glass to keep herself busy. “Doesn’t seem like he had a great day.”

You glanced up to see Aaron approaching the bar. It’d been a few days since Gia’s birthday, in which you hadn’t spoken much to him. You were gathering the courage to talk to him about things, but it was taking more time than you anticipated.

And now, it seemed time was up.

“It’s been tense to say the least,” you murmured. “Mind if I take fifteen?”

“Go ahead,” she said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded appreciatively, patting her arm before making your way to Aaron.

“Hi,” you said, smiling meekly. “It’s my smoke break. Wanna join me outside?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Only sometimes. Good excuse to step outside when things get to be … too much, I suppose,” you shrugged. “Plus, it’s a little more private for us to talk, don’t you think?”

He nodded, pursing his lips. “Yeah, you’re right. Lead the way.”

He stood up and followed as you led him out the back door. The cacophony of music and rowdy patrons faded into the background as the two of you stepped out into the alleway. The night air was cool but bearable, still in the late throes of spring.

You covered the flame as you lit the cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke.

“Can I have a drag?” He asked, and you offered it to him.

 You watched his profile as he exhaled smoke too, looking off into the middle-distance as he thought.

“I wanted to—” you started to say at the same time he said. “I thought—”

The two of you stopped, staring at each other for a moment.

“Oh, go ahead,” you prompted as he handed the cigarette back to you.

“No, no. You can go,” he insisted.

“Um… well I wanted to say that I’m sorry that things have been kind of weird lately,” you began. “It all came as a bit of a shock, as I’m sure you felt.  But uh, I think I owe you some honesty, so I’ll just come clean.”

You took another long drag, bracing yourself to just rip the band aid off. 

“Ever heard of the Crimson Lounge?” You said. “I dance there on the weekends. I’m a stripper, that’s my mysterious other job.”

You ashed the cigarette, gathering your thoughts for a second before barreling on. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I guess… it was stupid not to, but I’m sure you understand why I didn’t. But you deserved to know.” You looked up at him, finally meeting his dark eyes. “Especially because it’s not going to change.”

He extended his hand towards you once more to get the cigarette. He ashed it, taking a long drag himself, his gaze not leaving yours.

“What sort of reaction were you expecting from me?” He asked curiously.

You shrugged, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know… I guess disappointment? A loss of respect? Or something worse.”

He seemed genuinely surprised at this. He tossed the finished cigarette on the ground and stepped on it to put it out.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, gently taking your chin and tilting your face towards his. “I don’t feel that way at all.”

You searched his face for any hidden emotion that might betray his words. But the only thing you found was earnestness, as well as determination.

Still, you asked, “Really?”

“Yes, of course,” he assured you, cupping your face in his hands. “Trust me, that’s not a problem to me. Sure, it surprised me, but that doesn’t mean I see it as a bad thing.”

“You’re a rare exception to what seems to be the norm…” you said, smiling wryly.

“I like you for who you are, Honey. I see you.” His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones. “I know we’ve only been on a few dates, but it’s been such a pleasure getting to know you. I’d like to continue… If that’s okay with you. I want to know everything.”

You nodded, your eyes stinging as tears pooled in your vision. “Well, there’s one more thing I should also clarify. About Derek.”

He stiffened a little, swallowing hard. He said nothing, willing to just listen. 

“He met Gia and me at the Crimson. He’s been a regular for some time,” you said. “He’s, uh, seen a lot of me, on and off the stage. But we’re just friends and nothing more. He’s with Gia, and they really like each other.”

He nodded, jaw clenched. He took a few breaths, just looking at you, and that seemed to help ease whatever conflicting emotions he was feeling. 

“But… he was always respectful?” He managed to ask.

“Yeah. He’s a good guy,” you smiled reassuringly. “I’m sorry if this just complicates things.”

“Honey, please,” he shook his head. “Who the hell am I to judge you for anything you do? It’s in the past, as you said. As long as he was decent, that’s all I care about.”

“Well, I think you’re more than decent.” Your eyes flicked down to his lips. “And I really want to kiss you for it.”

He chuckled, leaning down and kissing you sweetly. Your heart continued to race, but now for entirely different reasons. You were kind of in disbelief that it had all gone so well, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But his thumbs traced your cheekbones again, wiping away the happy tears you hadn’t realized you were shedding. It was a reassurance that you needed, and you were grateful he gave it so freely.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“So, you forgive me?” You murmured.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he said. “You did nothing wrong. But I am sorry that things got so strange last time we saw each other. I hope I didn’t react… harshly. I was just surprised.”

You waved him off, nodding in understanding and pulling back further to look at him. 

“There’ll be another chance for a better first impression with my sister and Gia, don’t worry about them,” you assured. “And you know… If you’re comfortable, maybe you should visit me at the Crimson some time. See what it’s like. I could even arrange for us to have the VIP room for an hour, so we’re out of the main floor.”

He smirked a little. “Does that mean I’d get VIP treatment, too?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, smacking his arm. “Yes, only because you’ve been so good… But you’ve turned me into a real sap, you know that?”

He planted an affectionate kiss on your lips. “That was the goal.”

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“Honey, you’ve been requested for a private. An hour and a half, already paid for. He’s at table seven, you can escort him upstairs.”

You nodded, making your way over. It hadn’t been a very busy night, so you decided to call it right after this. An hour and a half was kind of pushing it, but at least it was early enough that you could still enjoy some downtime at home and potentially see if Aaron was free for another sleepover.

You’d plastered on your most charming smile, but it faltered for a surprised moment when you saw the man in question — Aaron, sitting by himself at the table, swirling his scotch around the glass lazily.

It was as if you’d summoned him somehow. For a moment, as your gazes connected, it didn’t seem real. 

He hadn’t mentioned anything about coming in, but it clicked that he wanted to surprise you. It was a bold move, but you couldn’t help but be impressed. He smirked at you and your smile returned, genuine this time.

Mostly, he seemed at ease, but before you’d arrived, he’d kept his eyes down. You caught sight of a few girls glancing in his direction, but he was unaware of the attention he was getting. All of his focus was on you.

“Well, well,” you said. “What do we have here?”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Honey,” he said, slightly raising his eyebrows. “But nothing compares to the real thing.”

You caught onto his game immediately, stifling a shudder as a tingle ran down your spine. Who would have thought he was into this sort of thing?

You’d figured he might be kind of vanilla, but you just kept being pleasantly surprised by him. You bit your lower lip, eyes roaming over him appreciatively. He returned the gesture, taking his time to drink you in, his nostrils flaring as he exhaled slowly. 

“What’s your name, handsome?” 

He took a sip of his scotch. “Whatever you want it to be.”

“Hmmm, well I’ve always liked the name Aaron,” you said, offering him your hand. “Come with me, I’ll take you somewhere quieter where we can get to know each other.”

He took your hand, not letting go as you led him towards the stairs. You went up the steps in front of him, giving him a lovely view of your ass in a g-string. It took all of his willpower not to touch you; To let his broad hands roam over the expanse of your soft skin.

There would surely be enough time for that later.

Once in the VIP room, you had him sit down while you picked the music. It softly wafted out of the speakers, the slow rhythm so irresistible that you began to sway your hips to it.

Pink and blue lights bathed you in their romantic, dream-like hues. His dark eyes tracked your movements, sinuous and almost serpentine. He was utterly entranced, and he had to adjust himself in his seat.

“Like what you see?” You asked, grinning teasingly.

“You’re breathtaking,” he rasped, nodding. “So beautiful.”

You loved feeling the ardent intensity of his gaze — like a caress, making heat slowly course through you. You were absorbed by each other;  Nothing outside of this room – of this very moment – existed. 

You teased him further by toying with the straps of your micro bikini top, and he clenched his jaw, a low grunt stuck in his throat. 

“Come closer,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat before adding, “Please.”

You prowled towards him on all fours, and when he tried to reach for you, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them down at his sides.

You tsked, tilting your head to one side. “Hmm, think you can be good for me and keep your hands off?”

He nodded all too eagerly, making you smirk. You came up between his legs, your torso barely brushing his. Your lips were mere inches from his, too, but before he could be further tempted, you pulled back and turned around.

His fingers twitched at his sides as you sat on his lap, your back against his chest. Though you couldn’t hold down his hands at this angle, he was resolved to behave. You began to gyrate your hips ever so slowly, already feeling his prominent bulge pressing against your ass.

This time, you finally undid the straps of your top, letting it slide off of you. You heard his sharp intake of breath right next to your ear as you leaned back so he could get a better view of your front.

“You enjoy torturing me,” he gritted out. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“You just look so good when you’re all worked up like this,” you purred.

Then, to torture him even further, you grabbed his hands, bringing them to where your g-string hugged your hips.

“Hook your fingers here,” you instructed, and he immediately obeyed. 

You stood and bent forward, his thumbs helping pull your panties down. At this new angle, he had an up close and personal view of your newly exposed cunt, and he couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whimper.

You chuckled. “You all good there?”

Instead of responding, he slid down to his knees, pulling your underwear off the rest of the way. You stepped out of them and felt as his hands came back towards your hips, holding on firmly. 

All of his self restraint had seemingly shattered, and like a starving man, he started kissing at your thighs. You indulged him for a moment, biting back a soft moan as you felt his lips on your inner thigh. 

But then, surprisingly, you felt him nip and suck at the sensitive skin, sure to leave a mark.

“Hey, now!” You chastised, turning around and pushing him back a little. “Naughty, naughty, trying to bite more than you can chew. Didn’t I say hands off?”

“I wasn’t using my hands, technically,” he countered, smirking slightly. “But I’ll do better.”

“I’m sure you will.” You crossed your arms. “And you can start by making it up to me.”

“Yes, anything.”

You looked him over, still on his knees, eyes wide and eager. He truly looked like he would do anything for you at that moment.

“Worship me,” you said finally. “If you want to put your mouth on me, it has to be over every square inch.”

He licked his lips and leaned forward a little, unable to resist you. “That I can do, gladly.”

He dove into his task diligently, kissing his way up. Your fingers buried in his hair, keeping him close. He took his time, but when he reached the apex of your thighs once more, he looked up at you as if asking for permission.

But as much as you wanted to say yes, you didn’t want this part to end quite yet.

You tugged his head back lightly. “Keep going, you’ll get your prize after.”

He grunted, but acquiesced, licking up to your navel. You suppressed a shudder, already clenching around nothing. The build up was driving you near feral, but such desperate want was an addictive feeling. 

You almost caved in once more when he reached your breasts. His tongue circled one of your nipples, his teeth subsequently grazing the hardened peak. He repeated his motions with your other breast, but in a teasing retort, he moved onto your sternum before you could really bask in the pleasure.

And once he reached your throat, you couldn’t take it any longer. You grabbed his chin as you brought his lips to yours, eliciting a low moan from him as your tongue tangled with his.

“You want your prize?” You asked between kisses, nipping at his lower lip when he nodded. “How do you want it, Aaron?”

“Fuck me,” he said without hesitation. “Use me to give yourself pleasure. I just want to make you feel good.”

His words had you instantly dripping and you squeezed your thighs together to try and ease some of your ache. You felt like your knees might buckle at any moment, and you crushed your lips against his ravenously.

“Sit back down for me,” you urged.

He did so, making you bend down so as not to break contact with him. But you quickly pulled away to crouch in front of him, reaching for his belt.

“May I?” 

“Yes. Whatever you want, I’m all yours,” he said, shifting forward to help you undo his belt and pants.

You hummed as you freed him from his underwear, the tip of his cock glistening with precum. You gingerly ran the tips of your fingers over the prominent vein on his shaft, making him twitch.

“Someone’s excited,” you noted, smiling slyly. “Remember, hands off. I’m in control here. My turf, my rules.”

He nodded once more, swallowing hard. You let a string of saliva fall onto his cock and straightened back up, spreading it with your fingers. 

“Scoot over to the edge.”

You went on your hands and knees in front of him, sliding backwards until your hips were bracketed between his knees. You wiggled them a little enticingly, grinning at him over your shoulder.

“Be a dear and help me put it in, will you?” 

Your eyes fluttered shut as he slicked the head of his cock through your folds, coating it with your arousal. He pushed in slowly, stretching you deliciously, and both of you exhaled sharply as he bottomed out.

You started moving at a slow, even pace, working the entirety of his length until you adjusted to it. You soon picked up speed, unable to keep yourself from moaning wantonly. 

“Fuck, Honey…” he groaned. “Does that feel good?”

“So good,” you panted. “So fucking good.”

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Please, cum all over my cock.”

Though he did not use his hands, his hips snapped up to meet yours, making his thrusts harder. He repeatedly hit a spot deep inside you that had you clawing at the floor, abdominal muscles tightening.

“Aaron, please, I-” the rest of the sentence died in your throat as pleasure seized you in its vice-like grip. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you heard him moan out your name as his own orgasm washed over him. He spilled inside of you, thrusting shallowly as both of you rode out your ecstasy.

You were both dazed for a few more seconds, breathing heavily, still lost in one another. His hands caressed your hips affectionately — reverently, even.

As he pulled out of you, he helped you up and hauled you onto his lap. His arms encircled you, and you wiped his hair away from his sweaty forehead. 

“Well, safe to say we know each other pretty well now,” you chuckled breathily. 

“You did guess my name from the get go,” he said, also chuckling. 

He kissed you tenderly, pressing you tighter against him, like he just couldn’t get close enough. It made you melt, how he always made sure to show you how much he cared. 

“I kind of want to say I’m sorry for surprising you, but…” he started as he pulled away.

“Don’t,” you said, stroking his face. “I’m not sorry.”

“I’m not either,” he said, and you smiled at each other. “This was one of the most incredible nights of my life.”

“Hmm, something tells me you’re gonna become one of my regulars, Aaron.”

He kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll be your favorite one.”

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[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 47

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,315

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 47 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Smut, Biting, Blood

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Hoseok comes back in the middle of the night. By then you and Yoongi have spent your time together watching movies. Some of them you never seen before and others you have but you see them from a different perspective after Yoongi gives his commentary.

Spending your time this way leaves you feeling happy and relaxed. You being with Yoongi like this is surprising because you never suspected he'd be as talkative and super welcoming as he is but here you are. It's a nice feeling and so when Hoseok comes to fetch you you're a little disappointed.

He's stood by the open door with a confused but relieved look directed your way.

"Hi, baby."

You look between the paused screen and Hoseok.

You know it's time for you to leave but you don't want to. Your time spent with Yoongi was too fun. Especially after the day you had - you think you deserve it.

Hoseok slowly walks in and smiles at his brother and you. "I thought you were with Namjoon. I asked him where you were but he said he didn't know." When he reaches you he places a hand onto your head before sliding it down to cup your cheek. "Why weren't you with him?"

You shrug. What are you supposed to say?

"I wanted to spend some time with her and Namjoon was a little too busy."

You look at Yoongi but try and mask your look of surprise. He was lying on your behalf. That makes you smile as you look up at Hoseok.

"Yeah?" Hoseok asks.

You nod your head.

He pouts a little as he goes to kiss your forehead. "You should have told me you were with Yoongi. When Namjoon said he didn't know where you were I got so worried. He's more than likely going to be sporting a bruise on his arm from how hard I punched him."

Your brows perk up at this. "You punched Namjoon?"

Hoseok sits on the bed and hums in acknowledgement.

Yoongi hums as well but his attention is towards his TV. "He deserved it I'm sure."

He deserved more than just a punch but you'll keep the reason why between you and Yoongi.

Hoseok takes your hand in his and kisses your palm before holding it close to his heart.

"I'm sorry things took so long. Restocking usually does. Tomorrow I'll be needed again but for now we made enough." He looks at Yoongi. "You'll be coming tomorrow too, right?"

The vampire next to you sighs. "Yeah. I could've gone today but I really didn't feel like it." He rubs his face. "It's my least favorite thing to do."

"I know but if you would have gone today you would have gotten some of it done already."

Yoongi agrees before looking at you. "Then again Y/N would have been alone so maybe it was for the best I didn't go."

He's right. It would have just been you and Namjoon in this house. You don't know if he would have bothered you to make fun of you or not after the fact but either way you're thankful Yoongi was around.

Hoseok grunts in response. "I guess so." He gives you a soft smile. One that behind it you can see how tired he looks. You guess restocking supplies that require your saliva would do that to you. You're a bit interested to see how that goes but at the same time you don't really care to know. If it weren't because you enjoy the high it gives you you think you would have found the whole idea of Hoseok and his brothers collecting their spit to be gross.

Your thoughts are interrupted when your captor goes to caress your face with his other hand.

"So what were you two up to?"

Yoongi gestures towards the TV where the movie is still paused. "We were watching movies and discussing music."

Hoseok's brows perk up. "That sounds nice. Did you let her listen to the music you do?"

He nods. "That and some unfinished tracks."

"Wait what?" Hoseok frowns. "Even the unfinished tracks? But you never let any of us listen to your unfinished work." He pouts though you note it's done playfully.

Yoongi shrugs and it makes you smile. Hoseok catches it and he mimics it with one of his own before tucking your hair behind your ear.

"As long as you had fun that's all that matters to me." He sighs a little as he brings your hand close to his chest down onto his lap. "I see that you washed up for bed."

The reason behind why you did it flashes through your mind. The way you had to scrub Namjoon's scent off of you plays like a horror movie. One Hoseok doesn't see but you feel crawling over your body. You have to shake the feeling off in form of a cold chill.

For a second you forget what Hoseok said until it comes back to you and you nod.

"I should do the same." He tugs on your hand as he goes to stand. "Come with me."

Your expression falls as you pull back on his hold. "But," you start off. "What about the movie?"

To be honest you care about spending time with Yoongi but to be really honest here you just don't want to be with Hoseok.

His brows raise as he looks between you and the TV then Yoongi. He seems speechless for once as he doesn't know what to say or do.

"We can watch the movie another time." Yoongi says.

You give him a look he doesn't see at first because he's standing up but when he does look at you he gives you a smile. You pout a little but you know he can't come off suspicious or anything. You both have to play your part before the time comes for you to leave. So it's with a sigh do you stand up and hold onto Hoseok's hand tighter.

"Sorry." Hoseok says. "I missed you and I just want to be with you." He leans in to kiss your lips.

You hum. "I know."

You can tell he likes the way you're not fighting him because he smiles when he kisses you again.

His other hand goes to cup your cheek as he presses into your lips even harder but you try and pull back. You wouldn't mind deepening the kiss for other purposes but not here. Not in his brother's room. Not right in front of said brother who clears his throat when Hoseok still pushes forward.

"If that's all I'd like to continue my work."

Hoseok gives you one last kiss before he looks over to his oldest brother. "Sure," he says. "I'll bring Y/N over to finish the movie another time."

You exchange a look with Yoongi. A reassuring one from his end and a trusting one from yours. You trust in Yoongi. It's a different kind of trust. Not a blind one like you had with Namjoon but a sure enough one in him thanks to Minjeong.

He nods his head towards you and you smile in response. Hoseok doesn't say anything about it because there's nothing to say and despite being so possessive of you you're glad he's not jealous of his brothers. Unlike the jealousy he exhibited towards Hyun-Woo.

You're taken out of Yoongi's room but before you can make it down the hall Hoseok brings you into his arms. You make a questioning sound as he buries his face into the side of your neck where the shoulders meets it and he inhales deeply. His arms are wrapped around your waist as he holds you tight against him. You're a little stiff at the sudden contact but say nothing as he ghosts his lips over your skin.

"I really missed you," he says softly.

The tension in your shoulders loosen a little but your arms stay hanging by your sides. You feel the way he urges you to press even harder into his front but you make no move to hold him back.

He firmly kisses your neck up and down before he nips at your skin. You flinch at the feeling and it makes him chuckle.

He sighs. "Let me go wash up. Come on." He grabs your hand and drags you down the hall with him.

You follow along without a word. Your mind is still with Yoongi and is having a hard time catching up with the fact that oh right. Hoseok is a thing you're dealing with. With that realization you're slowly coming to as you two enter his bedroom. It's from here does Hoseok release you and you watch by the door as he starts to gather his things. For a moment where he goes to remove his shoes he pauses and looks at you.

"Come here, baby. What are you doing all the way over there?"

You shrug your shoulders and only make your move when he waves you over.

He cups your face when you reach him and he gives you a worried look.

"You okay?"

You nod your head.

He frowns. "Are you sure? Is it because I didn't let you watch the movie with Yoongi?"

Not entirely no. It's more to do with the fact that you were reminded as to why you were with Yoongi in the first place. Hoseok's appearance reminded you of not only his existence but Namjoon's. But you're not about to say all that so you shrug.

"I'm just a little tired."

Hoseok pouts a little. "Poor baby. How about this: I hurry and wash up and you can put something on for us to watch. When I finish up you can tell me about your day, okay?"

You seriously do not want to talk about your day but you think you can manage to come up with a lie while he showers.

"Okay," you say.

He smiles before kissing your lips and releasing you so he can continue undressing himself. You take that as a sign to head to bed.

You plug in your phone and grab the remote from Hoseok's nightstand to turn on the TV. Once it comes to life you flip through the channels. It serves as a distraction as Hoseok walks around. He grabs a pair of pajamas from his dresser and your eyes follow him until he goes to remove his underwear.

The two of you see each other naked all the time but it doesn't change the fact that you find discomfort in it sometimes.

You find something to settle on to watch which is a show Hoseok likes and one you don't mind watching. You check the guide to see that there's a marathon happening so you figure this is the best thing to watch tonight. Now as for the lie...

Yoongi said you were with him because Namjoon was busy. You could say you were alone in the house looking for something to do and that's when Yoongi found you so you spent your time together. Yeah that's it. You don't have to come up with an extravagant lie to cover your tracks. Simple enough. You just hope Namjoon didn't say anything about you to Hoseok that didn't only include how he didn't know where you were. Like Yoongi said, Namjoon is stupid but not that stupid. You'll put a little faith not in Namjoon but Yoongi in that you know he won't say a word about what happened between you two.

Another thing. You grab your phone and check to make sure you deleted your conversation with Minjeong. You check to see that you didn't and you hurriedly do it to avoid Hoseok's wandering eyes. Once that's done you settle more deeply beneath the covers and wait until Hoseok is done.

Your eyes draw over to him when he comes out of his closet fully dressed in sleep shorts and a shirt. His hair looks fluffy no doubt having been dried after washing it. He yawns before turning off all the lights and slips beneath the sheets next to you.

"Come here," he says and helps scoot you over to his side where you rest your head on his chest.

You hear and feel the way he sighs as he goes to push your hair back from your face.

"Comfy?"

You nod your head and he you can hear the smile in his voice when he talks.

"So tell me about your day, baby."

You shrug your shoulders. "Not much happened. Like Yoongi said, Namjoon was busy so I didn't do much. Yoongi found me and that's it."

He sighs. "I'm still upset Namjoon left you alone though. He knew Yoongi would be home. He should have told him to watch over you for me."

"Well I wasn't alone for long if that matters."

And you weren't. Hoseok doesn't need to know how you and Yoongi bumped into each other but you did and he helped make you feel better. That's all that matters.

Hoseok scratches at your scalp lightly. "What were you and Yoongi up to? I know he said you watched movies and listened to some music but what did you watch? Anything we've seen before?"

You tell him. He actually chuckles when you bring up Christopher Nolan's films because Yoongi has expressed to him before how much he enjoys his movies.

"Yeah he was really excited when we talked about him," you say with a small smile.

"Did he tell you who one of his favorite composers is?"

"Hans Zimmer."

"Hans Zimmer."

You both say the name at the same time to which he chuckles.

"You're starting to get to know Yoongi. He's quiet when you first meet but once you start to learn about him he gets very talkative."

"I don't mind," you say.

Hearing Yoongi talk about the things he likes makes you happy. You're building a friendship with him you'd like to think and so learning more about him feels nice.

"I'm glad." Hoseok says. "My brothers... they mean a lot to me so knowing you're getting along with some of them really makes me happy." He reaches down from your head to your shoulder where he holds you tight. "I mean it."

You know he does and this is all despite the fact that his brothers are extreme in their own ways. You don't have a family so you can't say you would or wouldn't be the same with your siblings but you'd like to think that if they were anything like Hoseok and his brothers that you wouldn't look over their issues.

"Anything else you two did? Did you eat?"

You nod your head. "Yeah. Yoongi ordered food for us."

"That's good. If you wouldn't have eaten I would've kicked his ass."

You huff a laugh but you don't know if you meant it to be a scoff or because you actually found his threat to be funny. Either way, it came out and Hoseok takes the chance to pinch your arm at the sound.

"Don't laugh. I mean it," he says.

You cry out at the feeling and before you can think twice about it you pinch Hoseok's stomach. He lets out a sound of pain before gasping. You think he just might pinch you back but that's until you suddenly feel your back hit the bed and his hands are all over you.

Before you can stop yourself you start laughing uncontrollably as his fingers tickle around your body.

"Hoseok stop," you plead but the words can barely be heard over your giggles.

He laughs along with you. "You pinched me hard! You have to suffer for it."

You weren't expecting this and to be honest it's annoying to you how easily he could get you to laugh for him but you know that if it weren't for your ticklish spots you wouldn't be laughing.

"Stop!" You're trying to breathe but it's hard. "Hoseok!"

You smack his arm but he just laughs.

"I'm going to pee on myself!" The words tear through your throat and it's only then does he pull back from you.

"Really?"

You shake your head. "No. I just didn't know what else to say to make you stop."

He breathes a sigh of relief that's followed by a small laugh. "You had me worried there for a second." He licks his lips. "You still deserve a punishment for what you did there."

Your eyes widen and it takes all of you not to grit your teeth in annoyance. "You pinched me first!"

Hoseok huffs. "Do you want me to apologize for that?"

"Not if you're doing it just because I said something about it. You should apologize because you actually feel sorry and mean it."

You weren't about to receive a half-assed apology just because he wants you off his back.

His expression grows serious before he leans down to kiss your cheek. "I'm sorry."

Your brows furrow. When he pulls back to look at you he sees your frown. Caressing your face he eases the wrinkles between your brows with his thumb.

"I mean it," he says. "I'm sorry."

This is a first. You weren't expecting for him to apologize at all let alone make it sound sincere. You still keep your guard up though because this is Hoseok you're talking about.

He drops his hand into his lap and smiles at you before slipping under the sheets again. "Come here," he says and waits for you to hesitantly make your way to him again.

When you're by his side again he kisses your forehead then your lips.

"You haven't had your fix tonight, right?"

You shake your head no.

He hums and leans over so he can kiss you and kiss you deeply he does. You aren't hesitant to open your mouth to him and relish in the high he gives you. Your hand grips the front of his shirt and you pull him in close. You whine into him as your tongues lash at one another. The taste of mint is still fresh in his mouth and it makes the air he breathes cool.

He slips his arm down beneath the sheets to grab the back of your thigh and hikes your leg up to hang over his hip. When he pulls back he looks over your face and smiles.

"You look so pretty like this." His thumb caresses your leg as a small smile creeps over his lips. "So so pretty."

You can only close your eyes in bliss as he continues to talk.

"To think that there was a time you weren't mine." He shakes his head slowly. "But now you are, my pretty girl."

You whine as you rub the back of your head into the pillow. Your back arches and you whine again. Gods you feel so good. You forget each time how good this is until you feel it again and man are you feeling it. You giggle a little and the sound of it makes Hoseok talk with a smile.

"You like it, huh? Would you like more?"

Your eyes open momentarily to look at him and through the light from the TV you see the glee on his face. Nodding your head you close your eyes again and wait until he leans down to kiss you again.

His hand moves from your thigh and up to your face to cup it. His thumb caresses your flesh and you can feel every little nerve ending light up from the touch. Your tongues fight for dominance over one another but he soon wins and you could care less. All that matters is that he's giving you what you want.

You move his hand away from you so you can wrap your arms around his neck. He lets you pull him in closer until he's settled over your form and slotted between your legs. Your leg comes to join the other around his hips keeping him locked in place and to that he moans.

Pulling back Hoseok licks his lips before kissing you down your neck. The kisses are soft compared to how he devoured your mouth but the occasional nip is there leaving you marked as he desires.

You sigh as euphoria takes over you completely until you're nothing but a mess of pleasure and delight. Until you're so high up that you briefly think you won't be able to come down. It wouldn't be so bad you think if that's the case. Escape plan be damned. If you could live like this forever you would.

Now you know you're thinking out of your ass because you aren't all there right now so please forgive yourself.

Hoseok buries his face into your neck as his hips press forward. A choked moan leaves him at the friction and he finds himself gripping the sheets on either side of you. He pants into your skin as he continues grinding into you and feels how you respond back to him.

You breathe out a moan and cinch your arms around him tighter. Your breathing picks up a little as your hips cant up to rub into him and the back and forth you do meets with his perfectly.

"Fuck." Hoseok curses. "I need you baby. So fucking bad."

He leans back so he can tug on your pants and relieves you of it. Afterwards he pulls down his pants and underwear to mid thigh releasing his hardened cock to rest into the palm of his hand. He pumps himself a few times before pushing your underwear to the side.

"Is this okay," he asks.

He wants to know if you're alright with having sex like this.

You nod your head before grabbing his hips with both hands to drag him forward.

"Hurry," you say.

"Fuck. Okay." He pushes forward and aligns his cock with your entrance. "If it becomes too much just let me know."

He plans on going in without prepping you first but the two of you are in too much of a hurry to get you relaxed enough for him.

His head slips in just fine but it's when he starts to push more of himself in do you grow tight around him. You let out a noise of discomfort and it makes him come to a pause.

"Do you want me to pull out?" He sounds worried despite the pleasure he feels.

You shake your head. "Just keep going. Wanna feel you."

Hoseok curses but waits until you relax a little before pushing in further.

It's a big stretch but you feel like you've gone too far to want to pull out and prep. You feel a slight sting but it's not enough to make you want to quit. To ease the feeling you bring a hand down to draw circles over your clit. It distracts you enough from the pain but all of the overwhelming feelings has you panting into the air.

You whine and breathe faster until you grow a little lightheaded. Hoseok seems to notice because he comes to a pause and shushes you gently.

"Shh baby it's okay. Breathe for me. Slow and easy. Yeah. Just like that."

You breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Swallowing deeply you keep your eyes closed and feel your walls pulse around Hoseok. You hear him release a shaky breath along with you as he tries his best to maintain control. When you're calm you rub your clit again and grunt.

"Keep going."

Without a second thought Hoseok pushes further in until he's flushed against you with the two of you releasing a sigh and moan of pleasure.

Your walls continue to pulse around him as you try and get used to his girth without foreplay. There's a slight ache down there but nothing you can't handle.

Hoseok huffs and groans as he tries his best not to move.

"If you keep squeezing me like that I'm not going to last."

You can't bring yourself to say sorry as you're too caught up in both the feeling inside of you and the high that's clinging to your brain. All you can do is release a hum that boarders a moan.

Chest to chest you both rest until you stop pulsing and until Hoseok thinks you're ready.

"Can I move," he asks.

You pull your underwear further to the side and nod. "Yeah."

Hoseok pulls back a little and the drag has you gasping for air. Even more so when he pushes in. The fit is still tight but the more you rub yourself the easier it becomes and you can hear the lewd sounds of your slick with every push and pull he makes.

A deep moan leaves him and before he can think otherwise he sets for a quick pace.

Some of his movements are restricted by his pants and underwear around his mid thighs but he can't bring himself to stop to pull them down further. Can't bring himself to tear your panties off instead of having you hold it to the side because again he can't bring himself to stop. Pleasure courses through his body where his orgasm is coming quicker than what he had anticipated.

"Fuck I'm close," he breathes.

You rub yourself faster but maintain a certain amount of pressure to make the feeling enjoyable alll the while there's a buzz in your head that has your head swimming so you have to close your eyes. Your hips pull back and forth to meet his thrusts in time and the sound of him almost coming undone does something to you. It's the high. You know that's what it is. It makes you feel good in so many ways. Including hearing and feeling Hoseok slowly losing control.

He pumps into you faster to the point that it's getting harder to keep up but neither of you seem to mind. You're getting close too and he seems to notice this with the way you begin to flutter around him.

"Fuck," he curses at the feeling.

You spread your legs wide so you can feel him deeper and it's in that moment do you gasp. A whine here and there until you finally come tumbling over.

Hoseok hisses at the feel of you tugging and pulling on his cock with your walls. It's hard for him to keep control and before he can come he pulls out and hurriedly lifts your shirt up.

The feel of him missing from inside of you leaves you feeling empty as you pulse around nothing. Your eyes open to watch Hoseok as he quickly jerks himself off and with a moan he comes all over your pubic area and stomach. You watch as with every stroke a spurt of his cum shoots out and how it grows viscous in the cool air. It's interesting to watch and see it happen when the majority of the time you have sex he comes inside of you.

Hoseok breathes heavily with his eyes shut as he tries to regain himself. His lips are parted in pleasure and you watch in the dim lighting the way his cock throbs from it all.

He licks his lips before opening his eyes and looking at the mess he made.

"Fuck... I wasn't planning on coming that fast." He sounds out of it but you can hear the disappointment in his tone.

Your head leans back against the pillow and you close your eyes so you can just focus on the high that still courses through you.

You feel the bed dip right next to you and the way Hoseok's hair tickles you as he leans down to your neck.

"I need to feed," he says and without a word you angle your head for him.

Without a second to waste he bites you and it makes you wonder for a moment how much self control Hoseok has for him to be able to hold off biting you until now.

He pulls from your neck your blood and relishes in the taste of it until he can take no more and licks your wound shut.

"Fuck," he says with a sigh.

You feel him move around you until he's off the bed and retreats to somewhere you don't know. It's after a minute where the high starts to subside and you jump a little at the feel of a warm wet towel on your stomach.

"Shh it's okay." Hoseok says. "I'm just cleaning you up."

You open your eyes to see the way he takes extra care of you. At some point he turns on your bedside lamp so he can make sure he got everything. When he's done he makes sure to fix your underwear before tossing the rag into the hamper.

And here it comes. The high is starting to come down and now you're left without it. You can't help but sigh but whatever.

A few minutes later Hoseok comes over to turn off your lamp and slips beneath the covers next to you. He doesn't say anything as he does this but once he's close to you he rests his arm over your stomach.

"How are you feeling," he asks.

You hum. "Fine."

He squeezes you close to his chest. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

You shake your head. "It stung a little but I'm fine."

"As long as you're fine then that's good." He takes a second to yawn. "Come here. Let me spoon you."

You grunt in response but move as he said. His front is pressed into your back where he then yawns again. It makes you yawn but you're not all that tired.

"Are you going to go to sleep," you ask.

"Hm yeah. Are you?"

"I'm not that tired."

"Okay," he says softly. "You can watch TV then. Just don't go to sleep too late."

You're a little surprised he isn't forcing or expecting you to follow after him. He'd normally turn the TV off and expect you to fall asleep with him. You guess you've spent enough time with him for him to start giving you leeway for certain things. Even if it's for something small like letting you continue to watch TV when it's time for him to sleep.

He kisses the back of your neck and whispers "Goodnight" into your skin before slowly falling to sleep. You spend the rest of your time watching the marathon on TV and thinking about what you just did. After what happened with Namjoon earlier you wouldn't have wanted to have sex. Though it wasn't with him but with Hoseok - it doesn't matter. You can blame the high for that. So much so that you let the overpowering need to fuck take over without the usual prep time. You have to admit it wasn't too bad so you're not upset with yourself over it nor with Hoseok. It is what it is. At least you got to get high.

Despite it all you can't help but to think about Namjoon. There's nothing nor no one to help keep your mind distracted. The TV is on but you're not all there. Hoseok is asleep and Yoongi is far from your reach. You think about texting him but you don't want to come off as a bother. You really need a distraction though because you don't want to deal with the emotions that comes with thinking about Namjoon.

It takes you a second to think and a really good stretch you need to do to grab your phone without waking Hoseok up. Once you get it you unlock it and search through your contacts. You have half a mind to delete Namjoon's number. Just looking at it makes you feel sick. You want to ask yourself how could he do this to you but does it really matter anymore? He doesn't care for you the way you do him so what's there to stress about? It doesn't change the fact that you're a human being with emotions but you're going to try and get over him. You have to. For your sake.

You jump around the names in your phone and see Minjeong's pseudonym.

Is she up now or is she getting ready to sleep? It's gotten to be later into the night and you don't know if her schedule is anything like Hoseok's and his brothers'. It wouldn't hurt to try and see, right?

You nibble on your bottom lip as you begin to type something out.

You: I'm sorry but are you awake?

You think about what you want to talk about. Namjoon is stuck in your head and so you briefly think about what he must have done to make Minjeong say the things she said. Did he seduce her as well? Your stomach turns in discomfort at the thought.

Almost immediately after your phone vibrates.

Dawn: I am. Is everything okay?

You licks your lips as you begin to type a quick message - searching for an answer you hope she can give.

You: You don't have to answer if you don't want but I just wanted to know.. What did Namjoon do to you to make you say the things that you said about him?

Would she answer you? You're starting to regret what you sent.

You rub your forehead as you close your eyes.

I'm such an idiot, you think. Her life isn't any of your business. Just because she's helping you doesn't mean you're entitled to know everything about her. Then again you just wanted to talk. Namjoon is plaguing your thoughts and maybe, just maybe, you hope Minjeong was tricked by him that way you won't feel as stupid for believing in him.

You're about to tell her to forget about but your phone vibrates with a response.

Dawn: He's the reason why my second attempt to escape was a failure. I... I confided in him that I wanted to leave. I believed he was a friend that wanted to help me out. When I left I didn't get very far. Hoseok found me and when he took me back I came to realize that Hoseok knew because Namjoon told him about everything. About how for so long I thought he was a friend I could trust. Little did I know he was relaying my words to my ex behind my back...

Dawn: When I confronted him he just laughed.

You can hear the sound of his laugh directed towards you. Your heart aches.

Dawn: You admitted to me that Namjoon didn't turn out to be who you thought he was. Did he... did he do something to you?

Your bottom lip trembles at the memory.

You: I thought he liked me but turns out I was just an idiot.

You have to bite your tongue to keep from crying. One, because you've done enough crying over him and two, you don't want to wake Hoseok up.

Dawn: Don't say that about yourself. You're not an idiot. Namjoon is an asshole. One who does a great job at luring people in to a false sense of security. He should be the one you're mad at. Not yourself.

You know she's right but still. You should have listened to Yoongi the first time around, but it's too late for that now. You'll just have to live with the consequences.

You look over the texts you and Minjeong have shared so far and there's one statement that glares at you. It sets an uncomfortable feeling to settle in your stomach.

You: You said Namjoon was telling everything you said to Hoseok behind your back. Do you think he's doing the same with me?

Recalling what Yoongi said you figure Namjoon isn't that stupid to do that but you can't help but worry that he's said something to Hoseok. Maybe not that you were getting touchy with his brother but Hoseok must know something, right?

Dawn: Maybe. I'm not sure. Has Hoseok said anything to you?

He hasn't and so you let her know. You of course keep out how the man just finished having sex with you some time ago. You think that if Namjoon would have said something Hoseok wouldn't have taken the time to have sex with you. Point blank.

Dawn: Just keep your guard up. Don't trust in the fact that he hasn't said something. Hoseok may not be a liar like Namjoon but he's good at pretending nothing is wrong for the sake of seeing how long you'll go on lying to him.

You rub your lips together in anxiousness.

You'll trust in Minjeong. She has experience with both Hoseok and Namjoon. A part of you wants to keep pretending but another part of you wants to ask Hoseok if Namjoon has said anything to him. But you also know that if you do that Hoseok might grow suspicious and start asking questions.

Fuck you're stressed out. Who knew you would ever be put in a situation like this?

No okay. Calm down. You can't get yourself stressed out otherwise you'll grow sick again.

You breathe in deeply and let it out into a long drawn out sigh.

You'll keep your guard up like Minjeong said. You really don't want to bump into Namjoon but you know for breakfast tomorrow you'll more than likely see him.

Keep your guard up and act cool. It's easier said than done but you'll try your best and if Hoseok offers for you to stay with his brother you'll say no. Don't make your anger and distaste for Namjoon show and don't show a weaker side to him either. Keep pushing on until Minjeong and Yoongi can help you escape. Keep pushing on until you're finally free.

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Bridgerton - IWHAIWSA Chapter 4

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Rowan couldn’t think through the haze, through Aelin’s scent, through her lips on his. He fought the overwhelming urge to take her, reminding himself their damn children were in the next room over, and forced himself to pull away. She looked as disappointed as he, clinging to his shirt, and it took all his control not to kiss her again. 

But he took a deep breath and smiled down at her. The answering grin he got made his heart glow. 

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The children seemed to have fallen asleep, but Rowan still wanted to manage self-control. To his relief, Aelin didn’t seem to mind - especially when he pulled out his stock of ice cream in the freezer. She squealed and clapped her hands like her daughter as he handed her a small carton of Chocolate Brownie, ripping the top open with force. 

“Shall we watch something?” Rowan asked, digging into his own personal favorite, Strawberry Cheesecake. 

“Yes. I think we should do, uhm, what’s it called…oh! Bridgerton!” 

“I haven’t watched that - isn’t it some period drama? That’s not really my thing.” 

Aelin’s face fell and it was like a bullet to his heart. He hastily continued, “Normally it isn’t my thing! But let’s do it!” 

He didn’t like period dramas but it turned out he liked this one. To Aelin’s delight, within an episode he was already pulled into the dramatic, British world of the Bridgertons. “I know, I didn’t have high hopes but it’s so good,” Aelin agreed, pulling a blanket around the two. “I’ve watched the whole first season but I like watching it with you.” 

Henri eventually stepped into the living room from a nightmare, but he went down fairly easily, and Rowan was eager to return to Aelin. He was even more thrilled as she took a nap against his shoulder, careful not to move a muscle. 

At eleven she stirred, easing off of him. “Oh my Gods, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, face red. “I really didn’t mean to fall asleep, oh my Gods…”

“It’s fine, really,” he assured her. “I’m surprised I didn’t either, I’m just so invested in this show.” 

Aelin grinned at that. “Are all the kids asleep?”

“Yes.” 

Her expression turned mischievous, raising an eyebrow and pulling herself up on her knees. Rowan’s heart beat quicker and he schooled his face into neutrality as she braced her hands on his shoulder. She pushed him into the back couch cushion, laughing softly. She drew her face closer to his, her warmth soothing him. “Can I kiss you?”

He nodded. “Gods, yes.” 

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She kissed him, softly at first, dragging her fingers through his hair. She settled into his lap, straddling him, and began to kiss down his neck. He brought her lips back up to his, holding eye contact as he slipped a warm hand up her shirt. Aelin bit her lip at the sensation of his hand traveling across her stomach, higher but yet not high enough.

           Mirth danced in Rowan’s eyes as he ran his hands so, so close to where she wanted. She held his gaze, their heavy breaths entwined. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and made to pull it off, but Rowan stopped her and darted his eyes to the kids room.

         “Dammit,” she cursed, and Rowan chuckled, a low sound that only made her want him more. She leaned forward and kissed him harder, opening for him. He groaned as he felt her tongue, gripping her torso to his muscled top half. Breaking from the kiss, Rowan pressed kiss after kiss to her neck, her jaw, her collarbone. 

She felt herself becoming lost in his scent, in his warmness, and she couldn’t do anything but sigh happily at him. To her dismay, Rowan paused and looked up at her.

“Why…why’d you stop?” she murmured, stroking his cheek. He closed his eyes briefly before gently sliding her off of him. At her frown, he chuckled. 

“This…I want to do you well. Not on a couch, where we have to be careful not to wake people up. I want to take you when I have all the time in the world.”

“So dramatic,” she snorted, but she was warm inside from the words. “So, where should I sleep?”

“I would love for you to sleep in my bed with me…,” Rowan began, and her heart fluttered. She involuntarily lurched closer to him and he played with a strand of her hair, leaning in and breathing in her scent. “But I know myself, and I’m afraid I wouldn’t have self-control,” he breathed against her skin. “So I’ll take the couch and you can sleep in my bed.” 

Aelin pulled back, opened her mouth to protest, but he put his finger to her lips. “I insist.” 

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Rowan was in such deep shit. 

He lay on the leather couch, attempting to take deep breaths. His blood was heated and his heart was racing. Every time he attempted to collect himself, he couldn’t help but think about Aelin in his arms, Aelin kissing him, Aelin touching him…

“Fuck,” he breathed, pulling the blanket over himself to hide the evidence of what that woman had done to him. He was much too excited - it was unacceptable. 

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Rowan woke up at five in the morning from the sun streaming in through the windows. He groaned, sitting up, and checked his phone. He had a notification from Aldi, from his cousin, and from-

Rowan went cold. Lyria. 

Lyria: I want to see them. 

Rowan: Well, you can’t. It's as simple as that. 

Lyria: Fuck you. I have rights. 

Rowan: Your “rights” were surrendered on September 15, remember

Lyria: This is your final warning before I get my lawyer involved. I want. To see. My children.

Rowan: This is YOUR final warning: you. Can’t. 

Lyria: *typing*

Lyria: Have you asked THEM if they want to see their mother? I bet they’re miserable - what do you even make? Is it pasta every night? Let me guess - tortellini? I can’t even try to understand how you managed to afford this luxury resort, but I know you sure aren’t getting anywhere with your money. 

Rowan: I don’t have anything to say to you. Please just leave us alone. 

Lyria: Gods, you sound desperate. It’s too late now 

At Lyria’s ominous last message, Rowan cursed and leaned back down, running a hand over his face. Even though he knew she was just manipulating him, he couldn’t help but feel guilt over her message - was he being selfish? Maybe Lilly and Henri were sick of him, and they wanted to see their mother - no matter what she had done. 

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Of course Aelin was beautiful in the mornings, and her damn bedhead made Rowan want to get on his knees for her. 

“Up a little late, are we?” he teased her as she eventually stumbled into the kitchen, yawning. The kids were watching Dora the Explorer on the TV, eating cereal. The time read ten in the morning and Aelin had only just woken up. 

She went a little red but gave him a simpering smile. “Somebody kept me up late.” 

Rowan flashed her a grin and turned back around to the stove, where he was busy making eggs. He heard rather than saw Aelin greet her daughter, and he snuck a look over his shoulder just in time to see his crush give her daughter a big smacking kiss. Eve hugged her mother tightly, and his heart strained as he watched them. They were too cute for their own good. 

“Thank you for making breakfast,” Aelin said. Rowan jumped and found that she was suddenly right behind him. She grinned at his confusion and he couldn’t help but reciprocate the expression.

“It’s no problem. Someone has to be the good cook,” he said sweetly, and Aelin made a fake insulted expression, her mouth in an O. 

“How dare you!” a small voice squeaked, and both adults erupted into laughter as they found Eve, outraged, standing behind them with her hands on her hips. At their delight, her face went pink and she beamed - the small girl loved pleasing the adults. 

They all ate a quick breakfast of eggs and toast before deciding to head to the pool. Aelin and Eve went back to their room to change quickly and they met up again at the pool. 

Again Aelin was in that bikini, and she wiggled her eyebrows at him as the children splashed in the pool. Rowan, who was in the water watching the kids, gave her what he hoped was a suggestive expression.

They played with the children for hours, even Henri coming out of his shell and screaming with delight as his father tickled him in the water. It was, Rowan thought as they ate ice cream, a very happy day. 

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Aelin was going to kill him. She was going to really and truly kill him. 

Her body might as well have been a knife to his heart as she pressed it against his, the two of them laid on his bed. The kids were fast asleep in their room, delighted with the extra sleepover. 

“Aelin,” Rowan groaned. She immediately drew back and that warmed his heart enough to pull her back to him. He rested his forehead on hers, both of them panting from the intensity of the kiss.

“What?” she breathed impatiently, threading her fingers through his hair. 

“I-I want…” He couldn’t find the words for what he wanted to say. To his relief, Aelin gave him time, patiently waiting as she caught her breath. “..I want to wait.”

Aelin drew in a sharp breath, and he internally cringed. Shit. “I know it’s every woman’s nightmare to hear that, but…I want to take things slow. I didn’t do that with my ex-wife, and we ended up with two miracles, yes, but an unhappy marriage. I…I really like you, Aelin.” At this, he couldn’t meet her eyes, and instead focused on the strand of her golden hair he had between his fingertips. “I want to do this right.”

Rowan didn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t for Aelin to tilt his head up and kiss him tenderly. “You are so sweet,” she murmured against his lips. “I understand. I really like you too, Rowan.”

He let out a broken laugh and burrowed his face into her warmth - right, in fact, between her beautiful…er…assets.

Aelin, noticing this, snorted and settled back into their bed, absentmindedly running her fingers through his hair. He was warm and happy, surrounded by her perfect scent, and just about to drift off to sleep when she said; “Actually, can I hear more about your ex-wife?”

Rowan knew she felt him tense, and suppressed a sigh as she rolled out from beneath him. She switched on the lamp and he watched her, a halo forming behind her, illuminating her skin. “Rowan. Please.”

He sat up and said carefully; “It’s not like you’ve been all too chatty about your ex, either.”

Aelin sighed through her nose and rubbed her temples. He immediately felt guilty and advanced toward her, but she stopped him. “No, you’re right. I’ll tell you mine and you’ll tell me yours?”

Rowan nodded, taking her hand. He stroked it, assessing her face like it was a map. She was a language he longed to be fluent in. Aelin took a deep breath and began.

“My ex-husband is named Sam. We met when we were both nineteen, barely out of high school and chomping on the bit to be independent. Our chemistry was…electric. I’d never met anyone like him.” She took a deep breath. “We fell in love over the course of five months. Young love, it's…well, you know. We weren’t careful, and I ended up pregnant at twenty-one.”

Rowan gave her an encouraging nod. Aelin inched closer to him, and chuckled when he swept her up in his arms and laid them back down on the bed. She stroked his cheek before continuing. 

“Neither of us wanted our baby to have to worry about her parents. We loved each other, and we got married the month before Eve was born. We moved from Los Angeles to Pennsylvania and rented a small, quaint house. It was a suburban dreamland.” She took a ragged breath, eyes wet. “And then…then, at twenty-four - Eve was three - I got pregnant again.” 

Rowan froze. Oh, Gods. His grip on her tightened, and she sniffled into his neck. “Obviously, that….that didn’t end up working, and it really…it really messed us up, Rowan. Neither of us coped healthily - I blamed myself, because I’d been working out throughout the pregnancy, something I did with Eve. I knew, I knew that had nothing to do with it, but I blamed myself anyway. Sam was drinking a ton, and his job made him travel…we were fighting and it was too much for Eve. We divorced, and split custody. He’s a great dad and Eve adores him, so I’m happy about it. But yeah.” 

Rowan wiped away the tears falling down Aelin’s cheeks and kissed her forehead. “I’m so, so sorry, Aelin.”

“It’s okay.” She managed a smile through her tears and Rowan’s heart hurt as he thought how strong this woman was. “Now you!”

“Ah, alright,” he groaned, and she giggled. “Settle in.”

“Lyria and I met young, as well - twenty one. Honestly, I don’t think we wouldn’t lasted a while anyway, but we married shortly after we found out about her pregnancy, like you. When we moved in together, we didn’t really know each other - something that became apparent after the honeymoon phase. I guess literally the honeymoon phase.”

Aelin let out a broken laugh and Rowan grinned down at her, pleased he’d made this amazing woman laugh. But his amusement faded as he continued; “Lyria was…terrible during the pregnancy. I assumed she was just having a hard time, but she made things awful. Her words were hurtful - she would voice her doubts about my future parenting skills, my looks, my job…”

Aelin hugged him tighter, and he closed his eyes. “The night my children were born was the best night of my life. They are the best things that have ever happened to an idiot like me.” He smiled. “That first month was heavenly. I was a fresh twenty-three, with two kids and a wife. I had a decent paying job, and Lyria seemed giddy as well. But that’s when the cruelty started up again. She would degrade me in front of my children, more hurtful than before. When the kids were asleep we’d get into these screaming matches. More than often I ended up with a bruised cheek, or a split lip the next morning.” 

“Oh my Gods, Rowan,” the woman in his arms breathed. She ran a warm hand down his arm and kissed him deeply. 

Rowan felt a deep wave of emotion hit him, and he said raggedly; “Is it alright if we continue this later? I’m so sorry - I’m a dick, I just can’t-”

“Rowan,” Aelin interrupted him gently. “It’s alright. What you’ve given me is more than enough.” She rolled them so she was on top of him and kissed all over his face, planting swift pecks on his forehead, his chin, his lips, his closed eyes. As they made out into the night, she kept repeating; “What you’ve given me is more than enough.”

[lookismaddict]

Masterpiece thats all I gonna say it a masterpiece of confession and bath scene. Lol

Also I just remember when I read in the bath scene that y/n thought is she is approaching Gun like those shady back ally service, I just thought on the soapgirls [soaplands/sopu-jyo] (you can search it and I read a manga about it)

Damn all I think on how I want to bath together with Gun and how I want lean his muscle in the bathtub. I just wanna feel those muscles.

Spice basically turn into sweet dessert that I enjoy since it been awhile that you update. (Sorry can't make the chap 2 lol. My laptop have buzzing sound when it start so I need to check it up if there is any problem with it and also college)

Gun mentioning about the morning after care pill and having his baby made my chuckled then y/n saying that he doesn't need to as she been drinking birth control pills.

Somehow I get the feeling that he is alittle disappointed that y/n won't have his babies early but still excited that he can just goes his ways to y/n without worrying LOL.

Lemme guess next chap will have spice again noh? Also I kinda curious in the past ask I made that you basically confirm that Gun may have the Box of toys gifted by Goo. I wonder if it will appear as one of the kink in a chapters.

AGHHHH TY SAM FOR ALWAYS WRITING A CHAPTER REVIEW FOR RENDEZVOUS!! I'm always so eager to see what you thought of whenever you read a chapter. 😊❤️

Oh my god, YES. THAT'S WHAT I WAS THINKING OF WHEN I WROTE THAT PART ABOUT THOSE ENTERTAINMENT WORKERS IN KABUKICHO (a.k.a. for anyone who doesn't know, Tokyo's well-known Red Light Entertainment District located in Shinjuku). AH, "SOAP-GIRLS" 😭 I FORGOT WHAT THE ACTUAL TERM WAS FOR THESE WORKERS, BUT THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME!

Fun Fact: How I heard about Soap-Land was from an old video I watched on 88rising's channel back in 2018, when Joji was starting to promote more of his music and he mentioned to Lil Yachty that he should visit more of the "weirder" parts of Tokyo, which was LITERALLY Soap-Land. 💀 Here's the part below at 1:20 where Joji mentions Soap-Land and explains what it is. ⬇️ (NSFW IMAGERY)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 💀💀💀 Ah yes, we all want to get a feel of Gun's muscles, don't we? Especially, in the bath tub. 😩💦

Ah gee, it really has been a while huh? 😭 To be frank, I quite enjoyed writing the transitions from rough and hardcore, to soft and affectionate smut scenes. 😆 I believe that, if the chapters always display aggressive scenes, then it'll be too repetitive and the story will eventually get boring imo. (Because I also want to follow the plot of what I had in mind for this story, and not just produce smut for no reason.) Honestly, my main focus is on the story and not just the smut but I'm glad that you guys enjoy them. 😳💗 (Is ok Sam, I understand. As much as I want to read Ch. 2 of your Gun x Y/N Nun story, I'll always remain patient and wait for it if you suddenly decide to or if you're able to continue writing it. I STILL HAVE HOPE!! 😩😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 Also, I know college can be a pain too so that's understandable.)

BAHAHAAHSHDFSDFSLDKFSL MAN, THAT PART HAD ME CACKLING LATE AT NIGHT WHEN I DECIDED TO WRITE THAT LINE. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 God, I still have tears to this day just from laughing at that. 😖 My sense of humor? Peak. 👌🏽 Kidding. I'm the biggest idiot ever.

In all honesty, if he looks back at that memory, he would be a bit upset that (Y/N) turned him down on wanting to conceive his child. 😭 Gun's immediate thought would be, "How dare she not want to have my child. Does that woman not know how INVINCIBLE our child could have been? Our son/daughter could have had everything! Good looks, undefeatable strength, and THE Copy Ability!! Tch, forget searching for my own successor. My child WILL be the successor." And then (Y/N) would eventually stop him like, "Ohhh no you don't! I won't let you turn our kid into one of your little Power Rangers!" 💀 But man, he'd definitely get his way with her. What's scary is the possible thought of forcing her to have his child. Like for instance, he might approach her one day and say, "You're going to have my child no matter what." Poor (Y/N) is just going to look at him confused like, "Um... what?" 🤨 and then BABY BOOM! 😩😩😩 (I'm guessing this is where his breeding kink comes in.)

Teehee... maybe, maybe not. 😏 Ohhhhhhh boyyyyyyy. Now, THAT will be fun to write about! I'll be doing a lot of brainstorming these next few days. I'm excited to write the next chapter!! 👀

ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU SAM FOR THE AMAZING CHAPTER REVIEW!! *MWAH* 💋 I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk x Reader : The Forbidden Apple     Chapter 19

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Story Summary: Father Carden begins to notice how his Weeping Monk starts to question all he was raised to believe in. In an effort to distract him, he has his Red Brothers bring him a 'gift.' The Monk is skeptical when he hears of this, Father never just gave him gifts. But when the Monk enters his tent in the evening he understood what Father had meant by 'gift'. You, a fey girl, were the gift.

Chapter Title:  Absit Invidia

Notes: Going through some of those ‘feeling like shit about my writing days’, sorry if I’m slow. 

Warnings: There's a list of warnings for this story: Stockholm syndrome (?), lima syndrom (?). Rape threats, sexual assault, murder and violence. Angst. Sexism. Strong Language. Trauma. Childhood trauma. Survivor's guilt. Mentions of child maltreatment. Mention of menstruation.

Other warnings: ! Smut ! Jealousy. Enemies to lovers (?). Romance. Pining. Thigh grinding.

Word count of this fic: +140K

Chapter:  19 / 27

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When the sun went down, both you and Pym had headed to the spot in the forest that Red Spear had chosen.

Red Spear had made sure that some of her crew remained sober and vigilant to keep an eye out for trouble.

A bonfire lighted the open space in the forest, some sat around it to talk or just enjoy the warmth. Others were dancing, some even play (?) fighting.

The raiders sure looked like they were enjoying themselves and you weren’t going to be shocked if at least ten of them would need a healer the next morning for injuries they might obtain during this.

Although you feared Pym wouldn’t be up to the task if she kept taking so many sips from her tankard of ale in short periods of time.

At some moments it looked like a fight had broken out, all for it to settle into laughter not a minute later.

Needless to say, this feast was as bizarre as the injuries the raiders often obtained.

You weren’t used to things like this, celebrating with people, especially not a large group.

All your life you had kept yourself on the sideline, fearing that you would disappoint others once they got to know you.

That fear had returned in full force the day you ran into your parents again, your past seemingly following you.

And unlike Pym, you kept yourself away from the more crowded spots.

Lancelot had kept his word and brought Percival along, often tugging at the boy’s vest to keep him from running off just yet.

You went up to them right away “You’re here ! Great ! Do you want some ale ? I could get you a tankard.”

Percival answered before Lancelot could “Yes !” the Ash Man gave him a nudge “Yes, please.” it earned him a second nudge.

Interesting how the otherwise blunt boy could be polite if it was to get what he wanted.

He bit back a smile “No, thank you.” then told the boy “Do not drink ale, Percival. You are too young.”

Percival tried to discuss it “Just a sip ?”

The stern look of the Ash Man gave him the answer he wanted.

An irritated “Fine.” came from the boy.

The scent of ale hanged around the place, something he was not used to smell so much.

Some reeked of ale so strongly he feared he would become ‘intoxicated’ just by the scent of it.

He could not pick up an ale scent on you however.

You decided to warn him “If you see people fighting, don’t worry. I guess it is the raider’s way of dancing or something.”

A chuckle left him, the raiders were loyal and brave fighters but they were…strange “I will not interfere as long as I see no blood. I thought you would be closer to the crowd ?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you admitted “I don’t feel very comfortable in crowds yet…”

Neither did he “I believe you have helped some of these raiders, you are no stranger to them. I am sure they will wish to strike a conversation with someone who has helped them.”

It sounded like he was encouraging you to socialize with the crowd more “Are you going to spend some time talking to others ?”

Well, he was not a very social person either, at least not to strangers or people he barely knew “I should keep my sight on Percival.”

You tilted your head slightly “Lancelot… where is the boy ?”

The slight confusion turned into a startled one when he looked next to him and saw that the child had vanished from his sight.

You knew but all too well where the child had wandered off to in the time he had spend talking to you and it was a beautiful thing to see how he scanned the place rapidly like a worried parent.

You ended his beginning panic “He went with Gawain.”

His attention snapped to you, seeing that coy cheeky smile on your face “Why am I surrounded by people who are determined to make me lose my sanity ?”

With an obviously feigned pout, you decided to mess with him “Aw, it must be really hard for you.”

The look on his face now…

For a second he wasn’t sure how to react, then his eyes narrowed.

With one step he was right in front of you, standing so close that it would have intimidated any other person.

The more time spend between you, the more confident he could see you grow. Where you had perhaps once been afraid of him, you now dared to make light of him.

It should not have caused the reaction in him that it did “Does my concern for the boy amuse you ?”

Shaking your head, you corrected “Not amuse, but I find it very sweet. It is quite attractive to see someone protect children.”

He was fidgeting terribly with the hilt of the sword resting at his side “Attractive ?”

Once he had told you of the desire he felt for you, but you had not done the same.

He was left to figure this out for himself and feared to feed false hope.

Even though you feared to admit it, you did not take it back that you found him attractive “The best swordsman of the lands who fears only one thing, that something might happen to the child he is caring for. Of course that draws positive attention from others.”

His heart swelled at the compliment “I fear one other thing.”

It was a guess “Damnation ?”

You still stood so close to him, eyes locked on his with a smile that could melt the coldest winter snow, taking another guess “Pym ?”

A smirk played on his lips “I also fear that something might happen to you.”

There were no paladins here, no immediate threats “You don’t have to worry about me.”

Regardless, he had sworn to himself to protect you from harm “I will never forget how I felt when I thought you had been killed. As long as I live, I will look after you, this I promise. I never want to experience such a thing again.”

Now you were the one fidgeting with your sleeves “I…”

Gods, you didn’t really know what to say. Not many people were brave enough to admit such a thing to another.

Unable to express yourself into words, you chose action, him standing so close made it all the more easier to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Your gaze dropped to the grass at your feet right away afterwards.

He could feel the stares of people around who had seen it happen and realized he could not care less if someone disapproved of this.

You spotted Pym again in the crowd and wanted to go to her.

Quietly you spoke and meant it “Enjoy your evening, Ash Man.”

He gave a polite inclination of the head and watched as you went over to Pym.

   The night went on, the atmosphere that hanged between the people was pleasant.

At some point a raider had managed to convince you to dance with him, you were apprehensive but some other raiders cheered you on and well… it was nice to feel a part of the cheery group.

The raider’s hands moved so quick and fluently over you, it was hard to believe he even touched you at all.

He had you twirling around effortlessly, it was much more fun then you had ever thought it would be, the raiders sure knew how to entertain themselves.

After another twirl, your back collided with his chest and a laugh fell from both.

You giggled an apology “Sorry.”

Again he turned you around, the scar near his mouth moved with his broad smile “Don’t worry, lass.”

For the first time in your life, you danced with someone and it was fun.

Something both the Ash Man and the Manblood seemed to notice.

The Manblood nodded in your direction, watching the dancing crowd alongside Lancelot “She looks like she is enjoying herself tonight.”

Was it his imagination or did Arthur sound displeased about that fact ?

He sounded the same, now aware of the possibility that Arthur could indeed be more interested in you than previously thought to be “She does.”

Arthur cleared his throat, trying to sound casual about it “Red Spear’s raiders have a very different way of dancing than I was taught about.”

The Ash Man rolled his tense jaw, grinding his teeth at the sight of the raider putting his hands all over you “They do.”

With crossed arms, Arthur observed the scene “I think he just touched her-”

He did not need to be told, he had seen the raider act imprudent.

  As the dancing continued, the raider became braver. Those light brushes of his hands had landed on places that made your face start to burn.

This time you really felt him put a hand on your hip, it was the light grip that made you consider ending the dance but he did not seem pushy. The raider was getting carried away a little, some ale causing it.

You took his hand off your hip and turned to face him, it halted his movements, proving that he had no ill-intent.

It wasn’t your intention to scold him for it, you just wanted to tell him you preferred to dance differently.

You did not get that chance…

One shove from an overprotective Ash Man against the raider’s chest was enough to send him stumbling backwards.

Lancelot spat out at him “Have you no manners ?!”

The people around you turned to view the impending altercation.

The raider looked so lost for words, and absolutely terrified to be faced with the wrath of the former Weeping Monk “I…”

You ended this before it could escalate “Enough !” stepping between them to apologize to the raider “Everything is alright. Uhm… thank you for dancing with me.”

The raider could barely find his voice “My pleasure.”

With a shallow sideways nod, he gave the raider the chance to leave.

With a somber expression, you watched the raider hastily walk away.

As you were looking away, an empty tankard was thrown at Lancelot by a comrade of the chased away raider.

The Ash Man did not even flinch, he was used to these kind of things.

Without thinking you picked the tankard up and tossed it back at the raider who had been so rude and watched them duck for cover “You stupid lout !”

When your attention returned to the Ash Man and caught how his intense gaze traveled from your face down to your feet, for a moment it distracted from what was happening around you.

Had he ever looked at you like this before ?

The raider who had danced with you gave his comrade a shove and a scolding, telling him to mind his own business.

You turned to the overprotective oaf who could not control his temper “I did not need saving, Lancelot.”

That scolding tone of voice made his anger turn quite quickly “He was touching you improperly.”

A smirk curled at your lips while reminding him “You’re one to talk.”

He could not find a proper excuse.

With a clearly feigned innocent look “If you wanted to dance with me, you could have just asked.”

His mouth opened but closed again, words died in his throat.

A tilt of your head to the dancing crowd, left him even more nervous about the whole situation.

His own tilted down, eyes landing on the grass beneath his feet.

It was irresistible to mess with him a bit “I might have said ‘yes’. "

Those blue orbs lifted to yours with a slight frown.

Might ?

With that you walked away, leaving him to simmer on it.

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  About an hour or two later, you had taken place around the fire along with Pym and some raiders. One of the raiders was speaking of her favorite battle, claiming that she had killed two enemies with one arrow across a large field.

During her story you could feel the Ash Man’s eyes on you from across the fire. The intensity of them burned brighter than the flames in front of you. When you dared to raise your eyes to search his, you did not even hear the person next to you speak anymore.

You held his gaze for a moment, then let your own fall to the grass.

The sound of someone else taking a seat next to you, made you look.

Arthur had taken a seat, making himself comfortable “Having fun ?”

You nodded and proceeded to talk with him.

   These past few weeks, Gawain had managed to keep the Ash Man and the Manblood working together, but also out of each other’s hairs when needed.

It all risked to come crumbling down when Lancelot saw Arthur and you sit next to each other amicably at the bonfire.

No matter how much Gawain tried to distract him from it, he could not ignore it.

First the Manblood had caused him so many headaches and now this.

Arthur was not one to listen easily, could be ill-mannered and had quite an ego. He detested him. But he also respected Arthur’s bravery and skill in battle. Arthur was the opposite in character compared to him.

Where he was quiet, the Manblood was loud.

Where he was raised to listen to orders, the Manblood flat out ignored them.

Where he could be insecure, the Manblood was overly confident.

Especially when it came to conversing with others.

And Arthur seemingly had his sights fixed on the one thing he wanted the Manblood to stay away from.

His focus switched between Percival and you often, luckily the boy had fallen asleep against the tree close to him, the loud snoring made it unnecessary to keep his eyes in him constantly.

Gawain saw both Lancelot and the Red Spear look in the direction where you and Arthur were sitting. Gods, he’d never seen two people look so green with jealousy before.

   Arthur was speaking of his father and Nimue again, you had offered him a listening ear ever since you arrived in Gramaire.

Arthur placed his hand on top of the one you had on your knee “I am glad to have someone to listen to me. Someone who doesn’t judge me for all the stupid mistakes I have made.”

He was genuinely grateful, under that scoundrel behavior was a man with a good heart, always willing to learn.

You hated to hear how he clearly blamed himself for these mistakes “Everyone makes mistakes, Arthur. The important part is that we learn from them.”

He squeezed your hand, offering you one of his charming smiles “I hope you liked the flower ? I thought you could use something to make you smile after that ordeal with your mother.”

He had sounded so insecure about it “I loved the peony. I have it in my room, it smells really good. Thank you again, for the flower and for trying to stand up for me.”

He looked happy to hear it and gave your hand a soft squeeze “You’re very welcome.”

Arthur then proceeded to try and figure out what your favorite flower was.

Gawain was placing his bets on the Red Spear being the first to react, and lost when the otherwise reserved Ash Man rose to his feet and marched over to Arthur.

Your attention snapped to Lancelot right away when you saw him quickly approach.

It was what made Arthur look up, he had not noticed the icy glare in the Ash Man’s eyes and greeted calmly but a bit coolly as always “Lancelot. Need anything ?”

Lancelot greeted him in the same tone, still walking “Manblood.”

Without stopping he effortlessly grabbed Arthur by his jerkin and practically dragged him along.

You watched poor Arthur barely keep his footing, saw how Lancelot said something to him and then let go off him.

It could not have been longer than three seconds that the men made eye contact, but it felt much longer. Lancelot walked off into the forest, Arthur sighed and followed him.

You were about to follow them when Gawain stopped you from doing so.

He patted you on the shoulder with a sigh “Stay here, y/n. Don’t give up your spot by the fire for those fools. I shall make sure they do not kill each other.”

The others around the bonfire thought nothing of it, they were used to the arguments between the two by now.

“What the bloody hell is going on ?” You demanded to know.

Gawain brought up a similar excuse he had used the last time the Ash Man had failed to contain his jealousy “Arthur wants to travel to the mill by the fastest route. Lancelot prefers the slower one, fears there are paladin scouts.”

You were not given a chance to tell him that you did not believe this excuse as he went to find them.

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 ~“Follow me.”~

 It was all he had said to the Manblood, tone more venomous than a snake’s bite.

The Ash Man was simmering as he strode through the forest aimlessly “What are your intentions with her ?”

Arthur chuckled, not understanding just yet that Lancelot was serious “I beg your pardon ?”

He hated that he had to repeat himself “With y/n. What are your intentions ?”

Now the Manblood could feel the tense atmosphere rising between them and began to diffuse the situation “Lancelot, she’s a friend.”

It was not answering his question, at least not well enough to put his mind at ease “Do you give all your ‘friends’ flowers ?”

Arthur did not want to argue “This is madness, Lancelot. It don’t want to fight with you over this, it’s not worth dying over.”

They disagreed on that, as the Ash Man sharply responded “She is to me.”

The Manblood stared back at him, starting to understand just how deeply the Ash Man cared for you.

Arthur was not the type to dance around an issue “What is this really about ?”

He was not about to explain the true reason and refused to answer.

Arthur sighed, reasoning with him “Y/n ran into her parents. As you might know, they aren’t very nice people. I wanted to cheer her up. Therefore I gave her a flower.”

Dammit…

How had he missed this ? Was he so blinded by jealousy that he had not noticed that you were indeed upset and not just under stress or tired ?

His jaw relaxed, no longer able to look Arthur in the eyes after that “I did not know she had. I…”

Arthur walked over to him “You want to protect her.” stopping only a few steps away “So do I. She has been there for me after I lost Nimue, I owe her for that. Can we agree that we both just want the best for her ?”

He still felt left in the dark regarding Arthur’s intentions with you.

When the Manblood held out his hand for him, Lancelot quirked a brow and denied the offer, tone amused “I am not going to shake your hand.”

Arthur drew his hand back, mouthing a ‘oh, well’.

Still… he felt a pang of guilt over the way he had acted.

It was not simple for Lancelot to admit that he might have been wrong about the Manblood “Arthur, I know we have not been quite…” no, it was not the time to be vague “It is necessary that I apologize for the pain and problems I have caused. I am sorry you lost your love. I hope we can start anew ?”

Arthur said nothing, then he offered his hand out to him again.

This time he did shake Arthur’s hand, albeit a little awkwardly.

Gawain had found and interrupted them before he could speak again “What the bloody hell are you two doing ?” he looked at Lancelot to explain himself right away.

The Manblood however decided to protect him from a scolding “He thought he saw a bear. We went to investigate.”

The Green Knight crossed his arms over his chest, ready to hear whatever excuse these two fools were going to use “A bear ?”

Lancelot looked at Arthur for a blink second, then parroted “A bear.”

Gawain was not impressed, sounding bored “There are no bears in this area.”

Arthur deadpanned “Clearly not.”

The Green Knight stared at the both of them sternly “Head back to the camp, the both of you. We shouldn’t be running off like this. We have to stay together. There are no bears, but wolves are active around these hours.”

Their excuse had been pathetic, still it was an improvement that they were able to come together to fabricate a story to hide the true reason of their latest arguing.

It was progress.

  oOooOOooOooOooOoo

  Considering that Arthur, Lancelot and Gawain had headed off in the forest, you considered it wise to see where Percival was.

After bumping into at least five people to get through the crowd, you found him sleeping on the ground against a tree.

It was late and the boy had fought against his tiredness until he had fallen asleep.

Kneeling down, you gently shook his shoulder “Percival ?”

The boy mumbled something whilst turning to sleep on his other side.

Ruffling his hair, you tried to wake him again “You can’t sleep here all night, let me take you back to your room.”

This time he grumbled and got off of the ground, you held him close at your side, maneuvering the sleepy child through the crowd and back towards the safety of the village’s walls. It took a while to reach the castle and the boy looked like he was sleepwalking. After steering him towards his room, he just plopped down on his bed, too tired to get rid of his jacket. You helped him out of his jacket anyway, it would get uncomfortable to wear while sleeping.

You tucked the boy in, ignoring how even he smelled and looked like he had touched ale.

After a yawn he asked “Can you draw other things, I mean, other than maps ?”

You fluffed up the pillow before placing it behind his head again “It depends, why do you ask ?”

The boy gave the most adorable pleading eyes he could manage “Could you draw a fox for me ?”

It had been a few days since you had drawn something else than maps and you were interested in granting him the request “Why a fox ?”

Percival loved foxes for one reason in particular “Because they can run really fast.”

You clasped your hands together, ready for the new challenge “I’ll do my best and start on it tomorrow.”

When you rose to your feet and placed a kiss on his hair to wish him a good night, the smell of ale on him was undeniable “Who gave you ale ?”

He replied completely truthful “No one did.”

You saw right through him “Because you stole it from somebody.”

Heaven, that boy’s eyes betrayed his mischief all the time “Please, don’t tell Lancelot.”

You struck a deal “I won’t if you don’t do it again.”

The Ash Man had come right on time to hear it “Do what ?”

Speak of the devil…

He was leaning against the doorway, watching the two of you from the shadows

Smelling the ale on the boy from even this distance…

He could not turn his back on the child for a single moment.

Lancelot looked at the both of you expectantly but you kept your mouth shut.

He walked in the room, standing beside you and flicking two of his fingers against Percival’s nose in an upward motion “Rascal.”

The boy grinned up at the Ash Man, glad that he didn’t get a scolding.

Absentmindedly he moved the sheet a little higher on the boy “You will learn your lesson in the morning when your head will hurt from the ale.”

That cheeky grin of the boy started to falter “What ?”

He did not acknowledge the boy’s confused reaction “Good night, Percival.”

Experience was often the best teacher.

While brushing a hand through Percival’s untameable locks, you planted another kiss on him, this time to his forehead “Sweet dreams. I will come and see you tomorrow to see if you will have a headache or not, I’ll help you.”

Percival sank back in his pillow to try and avoid the second kiss from you, quietly mumbling “Good night”.

You blew out the candle next to his bed and headed out the door along with Lancelot.

When you closed the door very quietly, Lancelot send you an amused look “I don’t think hearing a door slam shut will help him fall asleep faster.”

He proceeded to lean against the wall, keeping his voice down “He has been hounding me to ask you for a drawing.”

It was flattering to hear how people liked your drawings “Why didn’t you say ?”

After all the work you did and the burdens your carried, he was amazed that you would still make time to make another person happy “You have work enough as it is.”

It was considerate of him, but you would never refuse to make a child happy “I promised him one. I’ll start on it tomorrow when we are back from the mill.”

Like him, you often overworked yourself if no one was there to stop you from doing so “Take your time. It could be late tomorrow and you need your rest.”

You nodded, already determined to make the drawing even if it meant getting no sleep.

His tone dropped to a a near whispering one, knowing that what he asked could upset you “It was brought to my attention that your parents are in Gramaire. Was that why you were upset today ?”

Right away you crossed your arms over your chest, as if to shield yourself from the memory “My father just ignores me. Mother… she keeps saying these horrible things…” taking a breath “She even insulted Percival once. I couldn’t believe she would do it to another child.”

The fury he felt upon hearing it was indescribable. Even now these monsters did not stop their abuse.

His jaw locked so tightly it nearly hurt “Did they hurt you ?”

You kept your eyes on the floor when shaking your head.

He could still see the tremble of your lip and lifted your chin up with his finger, eyes falling on the tears that were brimming in yours.

You moved your head to the side, the humiliation from almost being slapped by your own mother in front of so many others was awful.

Your voice broke when admitting “She tried to hit me. I stopped her and my father was angry that I held her wrist to do so. I wasn’t even hurting her.”

He would not have been so kind considering the circumstances.

With a motion of your hand, you tried to make light of the situation. Telling him ‘there you have it’ without words.

You were hugging yourself, now that your parents were in Gramaire too, you risked running into them constantly which gave a lot of stress.

It all came out off you, the pain and anger it had brought you, through tears you told him “To her I am soiled by the enemies of our people. The worst part is that even though I know this isn’t true, I can’t help but feel filthy. Like the people believe that I was only kept alive because…because I…”

He let you spill it all out, hoping that getting it off your chest would help.

After taking a deep shaking breath you concluded “Because I must have ‘entertained’ the enemy well. "

A bitter chuckle fell from you, it was so unfair.

A silence dropped between you.

A needed one, a moment of time to calm himself down before he could help you do the same. He could not let his rage win, not when you needed him there with you and not outside searching for those responsible like he wanted to do.

Without invading the walls you were building around yourself, he let his hand hover near your waist “We know the truth. I will not let such lies be spread about you. If I hear of it, I will correct them. I swear it.” he offered a solution to the nightmare that hounded you “I shall see to it that they will leave this city. You have but to ask.”

It was getting hard to speak, surely your voice was giving your sorrow away “That’s not what I want.”

Even though they were horrible, getting them send away from Gramaire could result in them being burned alive, a fate you wished on nobody.

Perhaps there was another way you wanted him to handle the situation, one more sinister, one he was still willing to do if it made you happy again “What do you want ? Speak your wish and I swear I will grant it.”

The smile you tried to give was twisting into a pained one, voice quiet and fragile “Hold me ?”

Not what he expected.

His head tilted to the side a little, processing the request.

You saw it as rejection and dropped your gaze to the ground.

When you did not lift your eyes to his, he took the risk and moved you to him by your waist, not a second later he had you in an embrace.

Like a chain being removed, your locked up emotions broke free. When you started to cry, his fingers slid up in the back of your hair and gently scratched at your scalp.

The sound of someone approaching made him halt.

To your dismay you felt him let go, weakly you pleaded for him not to “Please, don’t…”

He could not believe he ever considered letting go an option when you clearly needed him in that moment.

As if to apologize, he held you tighter, fingers still moving over your scalp.

The sound of footsteps faded away, leaving only the sound of your quiet sniffling.

And soon even that faded, his other hand brushed over your cheek once when he whispered against your temple “We are not responsible for how others choose to see us. You are not soiled and even if you had been, your heart is so much purer than those who find pleasure in the pain of others. Nothing excuses this horrible treatment.”

No one deserved to be shunned for this.

The paladins would visit brothels and then proceed to shun those they visited and walk away unscathed themselves. It was unfair how the women were always the first to receive blame and shame.

After you had calmed down a bit, you felt a bit embarrassed “I’m sorry…”

Again he stroked your cheek “There is no need for an apology. I could go and have a word with your mother tomorrow ?”

Almost emotionless you shrugged your shoulders, pretending that the situation did not affect you as much as it did “Arthur and Gawain have spoken to her. She’ll give up if I ignore her long enough. Then she can go back to ignoring me, like she always did when I was little.”

He doubted it would be so simple.

That reminded you “Speaking of Arthur. What happened back there in the forest, Lancelot ?”

He was unprepared for that question.

He had hoped it would not be brought up “I needed to talk to Arthur in private. We had a disagreement of how we should handle the situation with the mill "

You could tell he wasn’t being completely honest, he never looked you in the eyes when he lied.

It was upsetting and you didn’t want to stay near him because of it “I don’t like it when I’m being lied to.”

When you removed yourself from his arms and stepped away, he quickly said “I apologized to Arthur.”

That couldn’t have been easy “You did ?”

He gave a nod while fumbling with the hilt of his sword “I did. I fear I have misjudged him, Arthur is indeed…honorable.”

It felt like a relief to hear him say it, it meant he was opening up to others “See, don’t be afraid to trust more people, they might just surprise you. I bet you and Pym would get along quite well too.”

The jest slipped out of him “If she is not throwing bowls at me.”

You took a step closer again “She did say she was sorry. She doesn’t usually throw things at her patients and we had a lot of work with you.”

He picked up on the teasing tone you had “Forgive me for taking up so much of your time.”

Your lip tugged in a smile “You are forgiven and I must say, you were one of our favorites. No complaints, polite,…”

That week in the infirmary room had only been bearable because of the hour you spend treating his injuries every day. Every single day he had looked forward to that time.

Hands folded behind his back, the smile on his face matched the joy in his eyes “How could I complain when not one but two healers dedicated their time to me.”

You kept still when he got closer again “When they first brought you here, I was terrified that you wouldn’t make it. I hope you know that I am very happy that your are alright.”

He feigned ignorance but that cocky smirk said it all “Are you ?”

Was he teasing you now ?

Your eyes narrowed slightly, starting to slowly move past him, arm brushing against his “I am. Goodnight, Lancelot.”

Was he imagining things, or had that sounded seductive ?

No…no. He must have been around people smelling of ale too long and now it had affected him too.

He could not find his voice until you were already some steps past and behind him “Shall I walk you to your room ?”

That drop in the volume of his voice didn’t go unnoticed by you, your heart felt like it had taken a jump in your chest, playfully you told him “I think I can find it.”

He tilted his head respectfully “Goodnight, y/n.”

As you left him there alone, all that remained was the warm feeling that grew inside of him with each passing day spend with you.

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Hello Sunshine Part. 2

Alright everyone! Here is part. 2! I’m happy that everyone is enjoying this! It means so much to me! 

And I know I promised smut, and its coming!

Summary: Y/N and Dani are close to getting Lloyd back, and meanwhile...

Lloyd is still getting his ass kicked, for not telling where his wife is. 

Lloyd Hansen x Assasin Reader Y/N Hansen. 

Warnings:  There is slight punching, cursing in this chapter. 

Before I leave, I just wanted to thank the following: 

@princessofdarkwinter for always letting me talk about my ideas and being my main beta! love you babe!

@afriendlyblackhottie and because shes’s awesome and I love her! Thank you babe!

@maroonsunrise83 just being you and letting me give you sneaky peeks.

Series Masterlist

The ride to Lyon was long and tiring. You drove the first half, and Dani took over the rest of the way. You video called your aunt to check on your two children. They were smiling and having fun, not knowing what had happened to their father. Daisy had her two bottom teeth showing, and you lost it. You wished you were there, but you had a job to do, and that was to bring their father home.

Your five-month-old Daisy was getting bigger, and her features were starting to look more like you.

"Y/N?" You heard Dani call for you, disrupting your thoughts.

"Yes?" You answered.

"I've been meaning to ask you since I've been afraid to ask-"

You knew what she was going to say, and you sighed.

"Why Lloyd?" You answered.

"I mean, yeah, I don't want to sound like a bitch because I still cannot see why you do love him-"

"Dani, it's fine. I get this question all the time. Especially Fitz." You said.

"Even Fitz too?" Dani asked, and you nodded.

"Yes, even him. Anyways to answer your question, it wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. Lloyd wasn't as big of an asshole five years ago. " You started.

"I find that hard to believe," Dani said, laughing.

"I know, right? On a scholarship, Lloyd was a football player for Harvard in Boston. And I was a double major in business and strategy. I was forced to come to a birthday party at a bar one night, and that's where I met him."

"Ahh, yes, I remember that night. But I didn't know that's when you met Lloyd." Dani said.

"Yea, but nothing came out of it until Suzanne the next day at one of our classes came up to me and started talking shit. Lloyd came to rescue me."

"Oh, I see."

"Yea, but you know Suzanne never liked me because I was the quiet one, and I did better than her. She was the party girl."

"Yea, I know. Didn't she almost destroy you?"

"Yeah, she almost did. Suzanne accused me of cheating on the finals. I proved her wrong, and I was able to graduate. Lloyd has been trying to get me to go out with him during that time. And I always turned him down, until one day, I came home to my doorway full of flowers." You said, smiling at the thought.

"Let me guess, and you finally caved?" Dani asked.

"Yes, I did cave. You said. And the rest is history."

"Yea, what about him getting kicked out of the CIA? Wouldn't that have damaged your relationship with him?"

"Yea, it could have. But I loved him too much. He even asked me to break up with him. And I said no, just because we do things differently, and his anger issues? I still see the Lloyd that I love. And that was it for him."

"I still can't believe you guys. He's put you through hell, and still, you love him. You even left him." Dani said in disappointment.

"I know, people will think I'm an idiot for returning to him. But he proved to me that he was sorry. He loves his kids, and I can't take that away. Before he left for Prague, something in him snapped, and he became the man I fell in love with." You said with a long sigh.

"Just be thankful. I still love you." Dani said, turning towards you and smiling.

"And thank you for that. I know it's not easy being with me, but I thank you for all you've done and believing in me and always looking out for me." You said.

"Look, I know Lloyd, and I don't see eye to eye because he works in the private sector and does things that I disagree with, but I can see his love for you. He's a different person when you're around or when your name is mentioned." Dani said.

"Alright, enough with the sap. You asked. What do we know about Suzanne? The last time I spoke to her, she said Lyon. That's where we are going. Did you get any more information?"

"Well, I know Suzanne is staying somewhere in the city. And she has men with her at all times." Dani said. You sighed and leaned back.

"She and Denny have an apartment close to the city center. It's the top floor." You said.

Dani looked towards you. "Wait, you know this?"

"Yea, I know this because I've been there when Lloyd and I were on vacation." 

**

"Suzanne, I just want to know... why in the fuck is it hard to get it out of him or to track down his precious little wife?!"

"Look, getting Lloyd wasn't easy, okay! But with the wife? Do you know she's even harder to get? It's why she's the Black Cat. She's invisible and impossible to kill."

"Suzanne, have you thought about the kids?"

"Yes and the answer to that is no. I know it’s Y/N’s weakness and the same for Lloyd. But I refuse to get children involved in this mess. This is between us and them, not the children. I'll get it out of him one way or another. You have my word." Suzanne said and hung up the phone.

Her thoughts went to Denny, her companion, and her love. She wished that he was here and to guide her. Yes, they were always against each other, but that was the beauty of their relationship.

The day you put that stunt in Berlin, minutes before Denny died in front of her, she promised him that she would bring you down.

And that's what she's going to do. Lloyd may be strong, but she will find a way to get the intel out of him and finally get you out of the way.

**

"Jesus!" Lloyd yelled as his eyes shot wide open to see that one of Suzanne's minions stood over him. His cheek burned from the slap on his face.

"That hurt!" Lloyd growled, and the man laughed. Lloyd blinked a few times and tried to see who was in front of him.

"You know, I could go on. But like what the old man said, we need you alive. So when your wife comes, we can get the intel from both of you and we will then have fun getting to kill both of you." The man said. Lloyd bit the side of his cheek and blinked a few times to get a clear image. Once things went clear, Lloyd noticed that it was Sierra Four.

Rolling his eyes, Lloyd sighed and smiled.

"Sierra Four, right?" Lloyd asked, winking. Four groaned and put pressure onto Lloyd's wound on his hand.

"Yes, that's me. Suzanne sent me, to  you know, knock some sense into you. You know where to find your wife. Now tell me where she is, and you will live." Four said.

"Suzanne, I know you're watching! The hell I would tell you about her whereabouts, even if I knew. I still won't tell you!" Lloyd yelled, knowing that she was watching.

"Oooph-" Lloyd moaned as he got punched in the stomach and Suzanne stabbed him in the shoulders.

"We can keep going, Lloyd Hansen. You know, your wife is hard to find. That's why you're here." Four said, grabbing Lloyd by his collar.

"Sierra Four, convicted murder at a bar in Florida? Fitz picked you up, trained you, and Six? Then both of you went to mia and started working in the private sector. How's that going for you?"

"Why are you asking-"

"Because you, my friend, can't even do your job right. You made a fatal error in Thailand that almost killed you and Six. So that's why you're here." Lloyd mocked.

Four glared at Lloyd, then let go of his shirt. Lloyd watched as he placed his hands on his hips and turned around.

"What's the matter, Four? Did I hit something? Because I can go on and on, you know, I know all about why you went to prison and did what you did. Just like Six, you killed your father because-"

Before he could finish, Four growled and laid a punch towards Lloyd but was able to dodge his punch, and Lloyd threw his head forward and smashed his nose.

"The fuck Lloyd!" Four yelled as he stumbled back holding his face.

"Alright, that's enough!" Lloyd heard Suzanne's annoying voice emerging from the background. Lloyd looked to the corner to see Suzanne walking with her minions.

"Oh, nice of you to show up, Suzanne," Lloyd said, smiling.

"Four get out, the rest of you, untie him and bring him upstairs."

"Ooo! Are we going on a field trip, Mrs. Brewer?" Lloyd asked like he was a five-year-old.

"Yea, to get you patched up. The old man wants to see you." Suzanne said and walked out of the room.

**

Just an hour ago, Suzanne and her minions left the apartment building and headed out. Stretching your tired muscles, you looked at your computer screen, watching for any movement. With the tracking device that Dani could put in the car, she was scoping out earlier.

So far, the car is still traveling. But something had caught your attention. A black van that was following Suzanne's car. You looked at the images and noticed someone getting pushed into the vehicle.

With each image, you put the pieces together. You noticed a white and dark blue button-up shirt, blue pants, blue loafers, and his hair slicked back. The image was a bit blurry, but that was him. Your heart stopped, and you knew who it was.

Your hand touched the screen, and a small tear came down your face.

"I'm coming, asshole. You whispered. Your sunshine is coming."

Beep

Your phone buzzed, distracting you from your thoughts. You looked down to see that it was from Dani. You picked it up and placed it on the speaker.

Y/N: Anything yet?

Dani: Well, I'm glad you asked because the footage you see now? It's delayed by 20 minutes. I'm at the castle-"

Y/N: The Château de Chantilly. That's where Denny and Suzanne do their dirty work. Their dealings with diplomats kill and torture their victims. Dani, Lloyd is-

Dani: I know. I saw him getting out of the car. He looks pretty bad.

Y/N: Fuck! Okay, I'll meet you there tomorrow morning. Did you need anything? Food, clothes?

Dani: Yes, mom! And tomorrow I will meet with Margaret. She will give us the supplies we need.

You smiled at her comment, knowing you have that motherly instinct just because you're a ruthless assassin.

Y/N: That sounds good. Stay safe, Dani, and I'll see you tomorrow.

After you hung up, you got up and headed towards the bedroom. Turning on the lights, you looked around the room and landed on what you were looking for. In front of you was something you hadn't seen since becoming a mother.

Walking towards the bed, you ran your hands around the outfit. Black leather pants, a tank top with the belt that holds as many weapons as possible, and your beloved stiletto black Louboutin Heels.

According to Lloyd, your outfit makes his dick hard.

Then looking to the side were two black boxes—one with your name and one that belonged to Lloyd. You went to Lloyd's and opened it. There laid his beloved gun, Desert Eagle, with a silencer. It was a gift from you, on your anniversary of being married. You laughed at that thought, thinking of how in the world you married Lloyd.

Yes, you saw something in him, that no one knows. A good father, best sex you ever had, and how smart he is.

You quickly closed it and sighed. Then heading back to the living room, you went to grab your phone and searched for a specific number. Once you found it, you dialed the number, and it picked up on the second ring.

"Wendy's Cafe and Pastries. How can I assist you?"

"Are strawberries in season?"

"They are, with sweet pastry cream. Is there an order you like?"

"No, just wondering. Margaret, I need a favor."

"Anything, what is it?"

"I have some intel on two assets, more like a few more. And I need you to leak it.”

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The Match - Part 6

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You deal with the aftermath of your decision.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: There’s a little bit of smut in here, not too filthy though I guess???

A/N: VOILA NO ANGST IN THIS CHAPTER, only tension teehee anyway I hope this doesn’t disappoint and I am looking forward to seeing everyone’s rage about this part lmfaoooo

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

The last time you lost sleep was back in your days at the university, when you were working on your thesis. And that was years ago so now that you were wide awake at two in the fucking morning, it was frustrating you.

What was even more frustrating was the fact that you were up because of a guy, and not just any guy— Bucky Barnes.

You didn't know whether you made the right decision of rejecting him like that, without even giving the relationship a damn chance. But you were right, weren't you? That making it official with courtship was going to make your corporate life a living hell.

Perhaps you were overthinking?

You groaned out loud and sat up on your bed, grabbing your phone from the night stand and opening up your messaging app.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean those things that I said.

Delete, delete, delete.

Can we talk again?

Delete, delete, delete.

I already miss you.

"Really, now?" you chuckled to yourself, albeit sarcastically.

When did you ever chase a guy? Never in you entire life did you put your walls down for a fucking guy. What would make Bucky an exception? Sure, he was rich as fuck and handsome as hell but those wouldn't give him an immunity from your pride.

Throwing your phone under your pillow, you decided to stand by your verdict about keeping things professional between you and Bucky.

-

The universe seemed to hate you because aside from losing sleep, you also forgot to set your alarms and now you were running late for the mancom meeting. You really had to confront Bucky like that a day before the meeting, huh?

By the time you reached the conference room, the meeting was already in progress. Heads turned to you upon your arrival, the entire room silent as you whispered your apologies. When you looked around, you realized that the only seat available was the one next to Bucky.

Great, just great!

You could feel his eyes on you as you carefully made your way towards him, mumbling another apology for your tardiness before sitting down. You knew how much Bucky hated it when people were late, whether for a meeting or for a rendezvous. The last time you were late, he denied you of your orgasm when he fingered you in his car.

Was he thinking of the same thing now? If not for last night's discussion, you would probably be bent down on his desk by lunch time. You cleared your throat and squeezed your legs uncomfortably, a gesture that Bucky noticed right off the bat.

You crossed your legs and focused your attention on the presentation until you noticed what Bucky was doing beside you. You tried to be discreet when you checked him out through your peripheral vision; he was leaning back against his seat with his legs wide apart. He seemed to be paying attention to the presentation but then he started stroking his chin in a certain way that made you remember all the times he did that whenever he had his eyes on you.

"Mister Barnes? What do you think about this suggestion?" the head of operations asked.

Bucky hummed lowly as he stroked his lower lip, nodding his head in approval before saying in a rough voice, "I like it."

"I like it."

"Like what?" you asked innocently, lifting a curious brow at Bucky when you entered his office one night in a tight fitting skirt with a slit that showed off the garter of your stockings.

You knew that it was going to drive Bucky insane if you walked around the office wearing something so teasing like that. To hell with the HR, you actually received a memo for wearing such at a workplace but whatever. The reward from Bucky would surely be more than enough to make this decision worth it.

"Playing coy now, are we?" Bucky asked, standing up from his seat and then walking over to you.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Bucky." you teased.

Bucky smirked and kept his eyes on you when he knelt down in front of you, his rough palms sliding against the skin of your thighs before tugging at the edge of your stockings.

"I'll show you what I'm talking about." he said before he bunched up your skirt, licking a stripe against your lace-clad pussy.

You exhaled heavily at the memory and shook your head. Fuck no, you weren't going to give in! You weren't even sure whether Bucky was intentionally teasing you. Nope, definitely not giving in so easily.

-

You survived the entire day, despite being on the receiving end of Bucky's subtle teasing. That motherfucker was testing you alright, you were damn sure of it. He really went to the pantry during lunch, when you were washing your mug at the sink. And he had the audacity to stand behind you, pretending to be reaching for something from the cupboards.

Janet the snitch was there too! Thank fuck she was preoccupied with her salad and didn't notice when Bucky pressed his crotch against your ass, his breath fanning against your neck when he whispered "Excuse me." in that delicious, rough voice of his.

Thinking that you were finally free to head home, you started gathering your things until you received an e-mail from none other than Bucky. It was a little past seven in the evening already and you've submitted all your reports earlier. What does he want now?

Come see me in my office. Now.

Regards, Bucky Barnes

A surge of electricity coursed through your veins, your entire body going cold and you weren't sure whether you should be nervous or excited. Or aroused, even. You weren't going to lie but you sort of hoped that his e-mail contained another dick pic again, something to let you know that everything was fine between the two of you.

Who were you kidding though, you were the one who asked for this set-up.

You adjusted your skirt and went straight to the elevator, counting the seconds until it reached Bucky's floor. Every step you took towards his office felt heavier and heavier as you neared his door. What does he want?! You couldn't think of anything that he needed to talk to you about.

"Shit. Okay, bitch you got this." you mumbled to yourself before knocking.

Bucky didn't even tell you to come in, he just opened the door and left it ajar as he went back to his seat behind his desk. He seemed agitated but god did he look good. You really needed to get a grip of yourself.

"You need anything, Mister Barnes?" it felt strange to address him like that.

He heaved out a sigh and shrugged, "I'm very disappointed in this report." he said, slamming the folder on top of his desk before looking up at you.

"I don't understand. I followed every instruction and even included charts to make it easier to understand." you explained, slightly offended that he was questioning your hard work.

You worked hard on that report, and he knew how much. Was he power tripping you now?

"That's the thing, you followed every instruction. Sometimes you have to make certain changes, that doesn't mean it's automatically wrong as long as the outcome is the same." Bucky explained.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was insinuating something and you knew exactly what it was. You preferred not to focus on it and straightened up, trying to play it cool.

"I don't get it." you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

Bucky heaved out sigh, "Come take a look. I'll show you where you went wrong." he said, raising his eyebrow at you, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

Oh no. Oh fucking no. He was giving you the look. You tried not to falter and maintained your professional behavior. Slowly, you walked around his desk until you stood beside him.

"See this part? Too detailed, I don't need to know about this. I just want to see the results." Bucky explained casually.

"Another thing is the graph you made. It's good, but again, too many details. You see this?" Bucky asked, glancing up at you.

You squinted your eyes, not wanting to stand too close to Bucky. Even from where you were, his perfume was invading your senses. It reminded you of all the times that scent was all that you could smell, especially whenever Bucky was on top of you, fucking your brains out. Or whenever he took you from behind, his face buried into your neck and—

"Are you listening?" Bucky asked.

You cleared your throat, "Yes." you immediately responded.

"Here, take a look at what I'm talking about." Bucky said, casually placing a hand on the small of your back as you bent down to look at your report closely.

It's as if everything happened so fast. You were trying to see what Bucky was talking about when you heard his chair screech against the floor, followed by his strong hands gripping your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap.

You gasped out loud when you felt his hard cock against your ass. A slight whimper slipped past your lips when Bucky slightly moved, thrusting his hips upward while his hands on your waist kept you still.

"Bucky, fuck I..." you panted.

And then suddenly, the contact was gone and Bucky was pulling you away from him as he stood up. A shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he feigned innocence.

"I'm sorry, I totally forgot. We're supposed to be professional now. That's what you wanted, right?" he asked mockingly, shaking his head and then fixing his suit.

You stood there, gawking at him incredulously at the stunt that he just pulled on you. Did he really just...?

What the fuck?

"Anyway, I want the revised report by my table end of the day tomorrow." he said oh so casually, as if he didn't just pull you down to sit on his fucking lap while he had a damn erection.

He sat back down and continued with his shit as you stood there, disappointed (at yourself actually) and just feeling like a fucking fool.

"I can't believe you just did that." you softly said, turning around to leave.

"Just say you want me and this will all be over." Bucky said.

You looked back at him with a scowl and saw how smug he was staring at you. His lips curled up into a grin, eyes glinting with mischief. You wanted to kiss that fucking smirk off his face, maybe sit on it and ride it until he's out breath, until the skin on your inner thighs burned from how his scruff was scratching against it.

But again, you were too proud to do that.

"Thank you, Mister Barnes. I'll see you tomorrow."

-

What do you call it when a girl is left high and dry? Is there a female version for having blue balls? You needed to know because that was something you've been going through for two weeks now.

Two fucking weeks.

Since that night in Bucky's office, things have gotten worse for you. Bucky wanted you to give in first and damn, he was giving it his fucking all when it comes to making you cave. The man even texted you a shirtless photo of him at the gym. By accident, he said.

And here you thought that the both of you were going to be professional moving forward.

Bucky always teased you whenever he could, made sure that you'd be reminded of the times you spent together. Whether it was with how he spoke or looked at you, he was subtle but he went all out. One time during a meeting, Bucky started to play with his fucking mouse. His middle finger doing things to his scroll wheel, moving back and forth all the while he was staring at you with a sleazy grin.

As if you needed any more reminder how much his fingers felt so much better against your cunt as compared to your own.

-

Friday came quickly and you couldn't be more grateful for it. It had been very busy at the office and Bucky was edging you even without having the need to touch you. You needed a break from him, needed some time to yourself and rethink about the certain decisions you made.

You stood by the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor when Mark approached you.

"Been a hectic week huh?" he asked, adjusting the strap of his laptop bag on his shoulder.

You sighed, "Very hectic, thank goodness the week is over." you said with a chuckle.

"Any plans for the night?" Mark asked, turning to you.

You shook your head, "Not really. You?"

Mark smiled widely at you, "No plans either. But I do remember you owe me a night at the bar." he reminded you.

You mentally facepalmed because fuck, you totally forgot about that. Mark wasn't so bad actually, he was kind and seemed like a lot of fun to hang out with. You just...you just weren't attractive to him.

Maybe you should give it a try? Just to keep your mind off of Bucky even for a while. That man was driving you insane, honestly.

"Of course, yeah. I remember." you said with an awkward laugh.

"Do you want to go tonight?" he asked at the same time the elevator doors opened.

Lo and behold, Bucky Barnes was inside as well. Fucking hell.

"Mister Barnes." Mark greeted him before gesturing for you to step inside first.

You saw the look that Bucky gave both you and Mark. Suddenly, hanging out with Mark didn't seem like a good idea anymore. You prayed that Mark wouldn't bring it up anymore, at least, while Bucky was inside the elevator.

It felt like you were being ushered into the pits of hell when you stepped inside. Even with Mark's presence, you felt nervous being around Bucky. God knows what this man could do when provoked.

"Anyway, how about tonight?" Mark repeated his question, much to your dismay.

Bucky was standing behind the both of you and yet you could feel his eyes digging holes against the back of your head. He was waiting for your response.

"Come on, you promised me a date." Mark just had to imply.

Bucky coughed and Mark turned to him all of a sudden, "You ever been to the bar down the block, Mister Barnes?" he asked.

"Yes." Bucky curtly responded.

"They serve the best drinks, right? So come on, let me take you there. You won't regret it. What do you think, Mister Barnes?"

Mister Barnes will fucking whoop your ass, Mark, you thought to yourself. You suddenly started sweating bullets, feeling your armpits dampen beneath your blouse because jesus christ, was this really happening? You just wanted for the ground to swallow you up. Should you pretend to faint instead? Just to get out of this awkward situation?

"Yeah, a promise is a promise. Why don't you let Mike take you out tonight?" Bucky said, stepping in between you and Mark.

Mark made a face, "It's actually Mark, Mister Barnes."

Bucky though, kept his attention on you. His expression unreadable but his jaw was tensed. You were so fucked. And not in a good way. He was trying so hard to stay calm but when you glanced down, his hands were balled into fists.

"What do you say to that date with Martin?" Bucky asked again.

Mark lifted a finger, "Mark." he chimed in again.

"Yeah, whatever Michael." Bucky waved him off with his hand before turning back to you. "So, what do you say?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked past Bucky's shoulder to check on Mark, he didn't seem suspicious though. He looked hopeful, actually. But you pitied him because he just made it to Bucky's list of employees to keep an eye on. Aside from Janet, of course.

"I...um..." Fuck it.

"Yeah, okay. A date it is then." you awkwardly said, forcing out the driest laugh you ever produced in your entire life.

Mark excitedly pumped his fist in the air, "Great! Thank you, Mister Barnes. Guess she just needed a little push." he said.

Bucky feigned a smile and nodded, taking a step back from you. "A little push. Yeah, I guess so."

Finally, the elevators reached the ground floor and you were ready to sprint out of it when Bucky said his parting words.

"You enjoy your date with Marty now. Totally nothing unprofessional about dating a co-worker." Bucky told you and before the elevator doors closed, you saw the scowl that appeared on his face.

Shit.

"Mister Barnes is acting weird, don't you think?" Mark asked as the both of you walked out of the building.

You forced a smile and walked ahead of Mark, "Definitely not weird. You know what? I badly need a drink or two, an entire bottle of tequila maybe so let's just go now."

As if on cue, your phone buzzed and the message that showed up made you want to stop in the middle of the street, lay down on your back and await your demise.

You're playing a dangerous game. Well, two can play at that.

-

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Promise [4]

Deaf hitman Park Jimin x vet YN; amnesia AU

YN has only ever dreamed of a world where she gets to care for her animals and sit by the beach, doing nothing but the things she wants.

Jimin has never allowed himself to dream of anything. He is owned. He is someone else’s property. He can’t dream of freedom because to dream is to yearn and to yearn is to be disappointed.

Still, what happens when a woman full of dreams and a man terrified of his own come together?

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(AU: While I enjoy writing realistic stories, this one has many ‘common sense’ holes that I would like you to ignore for the sake of the fantasy world creation. Future smut and gore. Jimin is a badass. He’s also deaf. This story will only be about 10-15 chapters long. Shorter than my other ones. I’ve already written up 6 so far. I’ll update once a month. Hope you like it!)

(yandere / angst / gore / fluff / smut / violence)

Chapter 5 ‘Not a kid’

You blink open your eyes to see Jay already staring down at you. His hair was a crows nest, sticking up in random directions and puffy in the back. He seems alert and lucid, staring down at you with big, chocolate brown eyes, as if he had been observing you as you slept.

“Morning,” you murmur, moving to a seated position. He doesn’t move much, eyes shifting to track you. “Did you sleep okay?”

He reaches for the notepad on the bedside table and writes, letters looping around each other in beautiful cursive. You snore a little in your sleep.

“I can’t help that,” you complain, self-consciously. He smiles, a sliver of his front teeth poking from between two bruised lips. His front teeth are a little uneven, giving him a guileless appearance, especially this early in the morning.

Jay continues, clearly enjoying the discomfort on your face. The vibrations woke me up.

You hang your head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”

Jay stares at you for a brief moment, his smile a little delighted, before he writes something else down. I think I’m an early riser. I don’t feel sleepy at all.

You nod, making a mental note of his behavior. Maybe something about his patterns would indicate the kind of life he used to live before he fell into your life. “That’s good. It means your body is healing well, too. How do you feel?”

He thinks for a moment before he responds. A little stiff.

You enquire, “Do you think you can stomach some pain meds?”

Jay shrugs, adorably. I guess so. You’re the doctor, not me.

You remind him, lightly, “Not a doctor, remember.”

He ruminates on something, an intrigued expression on his face. What happened to not feeling comfortable sharing a bed with me?

“You were having a nightmare,” you inform him, quirking a brow at the amusement on his face. Instantly, he gets shy, embarrassed even, the tops of his cheeks pinking at your admission. “You wouldn’t let me go once you stopped squirming.”

He goes quiet, biting his bottom lip but he winces at the injury to his mouth. I want to shower, too.

You understand where he’s coming from, truly, but showering so early after surgery isn’t a good idea. He needs to let his wounds heal and they can only do that if they stay dry. You explain, sympathetically, “You shouldn’t shower because you might get the dressing wet, but you can clean up in the sink. I can help you if you need it.”

He grimaces, deeply. That’s embarrassing.

You want to roll your eyes at how contemptuous the idea seems to him. You reason, softly, “It’s okay, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

His frown deepens. I can’t get naked in front of you.

This time, you can’t hold back your bark of a laugh. You explain, “I wouldn’t be there when you get completely naked. I can give you a clean shave, wash your hair. The things you can’t do easily by yourself. The rest of it, you can do at your own convenience.”

He peeks at you from the corner of his eye, the tips of his ears vibrant red. You promise?

“Yes, I promise.”

Then, Jay slides off the bed and you move to do the same thing.

“I’ll get you an unused toothbrush and a new razor from my pantry,” you say before you walk out of the room.

Jay follows behind you, like a nervous child, limping slightly. You realize that he hadn’t been given the tour of your place.

“This is the living room,” you say, gesturing to the sofa, coffee table, rug and tv area. “This is the kitchen.” A sink, a washing machine under the stove top, a Keurig, a refrigerator and a microwave. “This is where I put my clothes. I’ll get you some stuff to wear too once you heal and we can go shopping.” He seems to be paying ample attention to everything you are saying. Your house used to feel too big, when you were the only one in it. But now, with this tall and brawny man in your space, it feels like your home has shrunk in on itself. “And that is the bathroom.”

Quickly, you grab the things you need plus a clean fluffy hand towel and lead him into the bathroom. You flick the hot tap, letting the water run a little until it starts to steam and you gesture to the toilet.

“Sit.”

Jay does as he is told, flinching a little as he has to contort his larger body to fit the small space. Your bathroom isn’t big by any means, but it is nicely stocked with scented soaps, skincare and candles (the one expensive purchase that you can’t let go of). You ask, “Do you want to wash your hair or brush your teeth first?”

He shrugs and reaches for his notepad. Whatever is easier.

“Let’s brush your teeth and wash your face first.”

He uses his uninjured hand to brush his teeth, scrubbing viciously at his gums and tongue, as if he were fighting to rid himself of something unseemly. Jay scrubs his tongue until it bleeds a little, spitting down the drain. He brushes one more time, sure to get at every tooth, and when he’s finished, he seems satisfied, despite the ferocity in which he had been scrubbing.

Jay washes his face using the cleansing soap you hand him and you pat his neck and cheeks gently with the cream hand towel.

“Feel better now?”

He nods as you dry the droplets of water that had caught in his hair. Toothpaste hasn’t ever tasted so good.

You suggest, holding some sweetly-scented shampoo in your hand, “Let’s wash your hair next?”

Jay nods again, allowing you to maneuver him around so he is crouched over the bath tub, head leaning forward. You switch on the shower-head, waiting for the hot water to warm the pipes, before you wet the back of his hair.

The water that drips across his scalp comes out ruddy with the dried blood that had turned his hair stiff and gross. You felt bad for him, knowing how uncomfortable he must have felt for the last twenty-four hours, just sitting in his own filth.

You use some shampoo, scratching at his hair, gentle but thorough, and rinse out the suds, careful of his eyes. The man is clenching the edge of the tub with a white-knuckle grip and he seems to be breathing heavily through his nose, as if frightened.

To calm him down, you dry your hand on an errant towel and pat his back, gently. He relaxes under your touch but you want to hurry up, not wanting to prolong his anxiety.

“All done,” you sing-song into his ear. He shivers a little. You turn off the shower-head, hooking it back in place and using the slightly damp towel draped around his neck to cover his head. When you catch him looking at you, you say, “Sit back on the toilet.”

You help him to the toilet and he sits down, eyes clenched shut.

Carefully, you dab the edges of the towel against his eyes to rid them of any irritating suds that may have accidentally gotten in them, and he opens his red-rimmed eyes to stare into your own.

“You did great,” you compliment, proudly. “It must have been scary, right?”

He takes a moment before he nods, shamefacedly.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” you inform him. “You’re trusting me a lot. Thank you.”

He smiles, shoulders losing even more tension the longer you pat and scrub at his wet hair.

“Once your arm heals up, you’ll be able to do this all by yourself,” you tell him. “How does that sound?”

He just stares at you, eyes tracking your features, as if entranced. The two of you are way too close for this, the steam in the room making things feel hot - too hot - and you take a step away from him, needing the space. He raises his hand as if wanting to pull you back but thinks better of it and lets it hang limply at his side.

“I’m kind of hungry,” you say, awkwardly. “Do you want to eat anything special?”

He shakes his head, a few droplets of water dripping to his shoulder. Jay pats at his neck and rubs the towel through his dark hair.

“I hear my omelettes are out of this world,” you say, beaming at him. Even though he’s sitting, he’s the same height as you. You look away, shyly, “You finish up in here and I’ll do that.”

Jay gives you a small smile, more of an upturn of his lips than anything else, before glancing at the door, indicating he would want some privacy. You make yourself scarce, disappearing into the kitchen while you hear him splashing around in the bathroom.

When he emerges, he has changed his sweats and is holding a bundle of dirty clothes in his uninjured hand. Jay tosses them into the washing machine before you could even offer to help, his cheeks pinking lightly as the two of you almost touch hands, and he takes a step closer to the pans where you already have a healthy omelette cooking on the stove-top.

Jay pulls your notepad out and scribbles something down. It smells good.

You look up from what he had written, up into his eyes with a proud smile on your face. “My mom taught me how to do two things right: how to wiggle out of an argument and how to make a breakfast of champions.”

Arguments?

You nod, the brightness in your smile dimming slightly. “My mom and I didn’t always get along as I grew up. She liked to always be right and I’m very head-strong… I suppose we’re alike in that respect. We had some really intense arguments and I left home to get away from her for a couple years.”

You get a melancholy look on your face, nostalgia and a touch of sadness blending to create an expression that Jay doesn’t like to see on you. He reaches up to pat your head, something in him wanting to give you some kind of comfort, and the two of you share a warm look.

“Go sit on the couch and I’ll bring it in once I’m done,” you say.

He shakes his head. I want to stay with you, if that’s okay?

“More than okay, Jay,” you respond, turning your back to go back to the pan. He reclines against the refrigerator, just observing you from the side. You talk, a lot, tossing him the sporadic glance, expecting him to not be paying attention, but every time, he has his eyes glued to your face, smiling along to your words, studying your lips carefully. He even scribbles some responses down, tapping your shoulder when he wants you to read his answer.

How did you end up here?

Why did you become a vet?

Do you miss your family?

What’s your favorite color?

How old are you?

Why this city?

How do you like your coffee?

Never does he ask about how you met, never does he say a word about his past - not that you were expecting him to, considering his memory was still a blank slate.

It felt nice, talking to him.

I like this color, he had told you on the couch, using his thumb to touch the edge of your eyes. They’re very pretty.

I don’t know how old I am. I look young, right? But not that young, he had randomly written in the middle of an episode of the Korean drama you had been obsessively watching for the last couple weeks.

I don’t like the coffee smell but something in me wants to drink it. Isn’t that funny? Can I have some of yours instead? He had said as he watched you make lunch some hours later. You let him take a long sip of your coffee, watching intently as his nose scrunches up in distaste. I thought I would like it. It tastes weird.

You suggested, “How about some apple juice? I have some of that in my fridge.”

He got an adorably frustrated look on his face before he scribbled something down furiously. I’m not a kid, YN.

“That would make me a kid too,” you responded, lightly. “It’s my house, my fridge. I like apple juice.”

He stared at you, disapprovingly, before he nods. I’ll get it myself. I should start doing things by myself, right?

With a proud smile, you nodded and watched him hobble to the refrigerator and find the cupboard where the glasses are. That implies his short-term memory is fine, just his long-term has been effected by his injuries.

Good.

From what you understand, with time and patience, his memories may come back. In pieces, or all-at-once, spontaneously. It could be a day from now or a month, or even a year. You don’t plan on having him here for that long, of course, but over the next few weeks, you want to talk him into going to seek therapy outside of your small world. Maybe with some time, he won’t be so against going to the hospital or getting the police involved.

You hope that what you were doing wasn’t going to be a hindrance to her development.

- end -

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Fix You - Chapter 1: When the Wheels Come Down

Pairing:  Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Fem!Reader

Fic Summary: Frankie finally bites the bullet and hires a babysitter to take care of his daughter for guys nights. What he finds in you is the love, support, and family he's always needed. And nothing will take it from him.

A/N: I've never written fic before and I don't know what I'm doing, so please be kind. I just have too much love for Frankie and not enough places to put it. This idea was sparked by the amazing @frannyzooey (please check out her fic "Weeknights" because it's *Chef's Kiss*). The story I'm writing will have a similar trope but will be going in a different direction. I’m posting this for Pedro Pascal Appreciation Week on Tumblr, and Character Appreciation Day for 7 Days of Pedro on Twitter. I will be getting into deep shit, so heads up for: legal age gap (10-15 years), substance abuse, depression, PTSD, legal issues, graphic drug-related violence, and slow-burn smut. 

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“Fish, you canceling again?!” Frankie could just about see the disappointment on Will’s face as if he stood right in front of him.

“I know, I’m sorry. We don’t sign off on the custody agreement 'til next week, and she needs me to take her tonight. Date night I guess.” He says bitterly. “Maybe next time, okay?”

“Yea man, okay. I can’t wait ‘til this shit is signed. You barely get to see Gabi as it is right now.”

“Me too. I’ll talk to you later. Tell Benny I’m sorry.” said Frankie, hanging up the phone with a sigh and rubbing his eyes.

Coming home from South America had been tough. Too much for her, especially after his previous drug charges. Leaving pissed her off enough as it was, even if he was trying to do it for their family. Once she found out about Tom, the utter colossal fuck-up the mission was, and his relapse, well, she couldn’t even stand to look at him. Objectively, he couldn’t blame her. He could barely look at himself. He knew he was a mess. An absolute, broken mess. He could hardly stand to think about it. But it still hurt. He’d needed support, and she no longer wanted to provide it.

The money coming back into the picture helped, but by then, she’d already left. Even though he understood why, he was still bitter. He didn’t tell her they went back to get it. She left him, and she took Gabi, she no longer had any rights to it, in his opinion. They’d all agreed to keep the cash pretty quiet. They didn’t want to make it easy for any straggling Lorea henchmen to find them. Santiago had left for Australia to find that girl who’d helped them, and Frankie stayed in his little cottage off the river. Only Benny and Will had splurged, they had bought a nice place near the beach. Frankie was working hard and committing to his sobriety, trying to fight his piloting suspension, and working honestly at the airport directing air traffic to give him something to do and keep him occupied. It wasn’t ideal, he wasn’t able to fly, but he got good hours and it stimulated him well enough for now. He needed to get his life back on track. Lying in bed all day hadn’t made anything better, it had just made him more sad. He needed to focus. Get Gabriela back. See the guys more. Get his pilot license re-awarded to him. Stay sober. Be okay.

Frankie was missing seeing the team. There had been one immediate positive from their stint in South America. They were all tighter than they’d ever been. It was like they were all back in the military again, leaning on each other for support and companionship. Frankie didn’t want to go back to not seeing them often.

Where do I even look for a babysitter? He thinks to himself. He wants to get a head start, and not knowing how long it would take to find someone suitable, he immediately opens his phone and pulls up his internet browser, but he quickly becomes overwhelmed by all the different sites and apps. He could repair and pilot a helicopter, but damned if he knew how to register on a fucking babysitting app.

“Fuck it.” he grumbles, and tosses the phone back onto his couch. He turns his attention to Gabi, happily sitting on the floor, playing with some blocks. The sight of her always soothed him.

“Whatcha think Baby girl, should we get you a friend to hang out while I see Uncle Benny and Uncle Will?” She turns to him and smiles the lopsided grin he loves so much.

“Yes. Tank you.” She replies, as if he was asking her if she wanted her milk.

“Okay” He chuckles, “Lets get started.”

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W A N T E D

Babysitter needed

Friday nights, twice a month

Must be able to stay late and be flexible

Must be able to handle overactive adorable little girl and her disorganized father

Grad students only please

Please call or text Francisco Morales at 555-0199

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“Okay…” Frankie sighs. That should be good, I think.” He grabs some thumbtacks out of his old military issue backpack and tacks the ad onto the bulletin board in the last building on campus. After giving up on attacking the problem online, Frankie decided to take up his pediatrician's suggestion to check out some of the college campuses in the area. He figured a student would have an open enough schedule and also be in the need of some extra cash. He opted for a graduate student, he didn’t want someone too young, or a partying type taking care of his kid. Someone more serious, that’s what he needed. Someone responsible. Someone cool.

He didn’t know what to expect really, but he definitely wasn’t expecting a response so quick. Within the hour, he got a call.

“Hi,” your voice breathes nervously into his ear. “Um, I was calling about the babysitting job...is this...Francisco?”

“Hey, yes. Yea, I’m Francisco. You’re interested in the job?” Frankie asks.

“Yea, um, you said you needed Fridays? In the evenings I’m assuming, right?”

Shit. I forgot to put that in the ad, Frankie thinks to himself. “Yea. The evenings. It would be a two weeks on, two weeks off kind of deal. I might occasionally need you on-call also, if this works out.”

“Ok, where do you live?” You ask.

“I live over in Mandarin. It’s a house, so you won’t have to worry about parking. Do you drive? I need someone who can drive.” Damn, I should have mentioned that too, he thinks.

“Yea, I have a car. You didn’t put the pay on your ad, did you know what that would be?”

Frankie holds himself back from smacking himself in the face. God DAMMIT. I’m fucking terrible at this. He thinks for a moment, leaving a short awkward silence. “Uh, I was thinking like $20 an hour or something, if that sounds good…” he tapers off.

“Yea, that sounds great! Did you want to maybe meet for coffee or something face to face to see if this would be a good fit? Before I meet your daughter?”

“That’s actually a really good idea, though I’m already pretty certain this will work out,” Frankie says, impressed with your initiative.

“Mandarin area you said, right? There’s a Starbucks near there, is that okay?”

“That works. How does Saturday at two sound?” He proposes.

“That’s good for me, I’ll see you then.” He quickly tries to stop you before you hang up.

“Wait, um...I didn’t get your name.”

“Oh!” You giggle and tell him, and Frankie can’t help but smile at the sound of your laugh. “I’ll see you Saturday, Mr. Morales.” He hears the click of you hanging up and finds himself still smiling as he lowers his phone. You sound...perfect. Sharp, to the point, but warm and down-to-Earth. Hopefully, perfect for Gabriela. He was excited to meet you.

You were annoyed. This was the LONGEST red light you had ever sat at in your entire life. You didn’t want to be late, it would send a bad first impression, and you really wanted this job. You hear your phone ring and you quickly pick it up to make sure nothing has changed with your appointment.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Frankie...Mr. Morales. I’m at the coffee shop already, can I get you anything?”

You blink, surprised for a moment at the offer, then quickly thank him and tell him your usual order before saying a quick goodbye and hanging back up. Noticing the light has finally turned green, you toss your phone back on the passenger seat and go, mumbling under your breath at the car behind you honking their horn. Apparently having to wait five seconds before hitting the gas was too much for some people.

Six minutes later, you finally pull into the Starbucks parking lot, right on time. You walk in, looking around the empty store for someone to match the deep baritone voice you heard over the phone. All the way on the left, at a table against the window, sat a scruffy looking man in a battered trucker cap, a flannel shirt, and some jeans. He was bending over his cellphone, completely absorbed in whatever he was looking at. That must be you, ‘Frankie’… you think, and you slowly walk up to him, stopping a few feet from his side of the bistro table. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re there. You take a second to look closer at him. His flannel shirt is thick, unbuttoned, and looks weathered, like he’d had it a long time and wore it outside frequently. The gray t-shirt he wore underneath was stretched out at the neck, worn in and comfortable looking. His work boots were streaked with mud, the jeans frayed at the hem, their fronts stuffed behind the tongue of his boots. As you moved your eyes up to his face, you are struck by the uniqueness of his features. Pointed chin, strong hawk-like nose, and a dark, scruffy, and endearingly patchy beard. His hat read “Standard Heating Oil”, and had stains and rips scattered all over it too. His hair looks soft and clean, a very nice cool dark brown, long and curled at the ends, flipping out against his neck pleasingly. Everything about him says to you, this is a low-maintenance man. You relax instantly.

“Mr. Morales?” You say, and he jerks in his seat before quickly looking up at you guiltily, haphazardly thumping his phone on the table.

“Oh, shoot! Hey...you scared me a little.” He chuckles, embarrassed. You laugh a little too, the moment understandably awkward, as first meetings often are with a potential employer. He stands up and repeats your name, and you nod, meeting his gaze and getting a better read on his eyes. They’re friendly, but also kind of sad, and the color of the hot cup of black coffee he has in front of him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay, I guess I should have been paying more attention.” He huffs a small laugh and gestures to the chair across from him, with your order waiting on the table.

“Thanks again for getting me a drink.” You say as you sit down.

“You’re welcome, it was no problem.”

Your eyes stray to his moving phone screen and you can’t help but ask, “What is that you’re playing?”

He rubs his hand on the back of his neck shyly. “It’s a stupid game called ‘Tilt to Live,” he says, picking up his phone and showing you the screen. “See, if I tilt it towards your direction, then it’ll kill me.” He plays for a second to show you, then quickly puts his phone back down as if suddenly remembering this was technically a job interview. “So,” He says abruptly, “What year are you in with your school?”

“I’m about halfway through second year, about two years until I finish.”

“Cool. I don’t want to have to find a new babysitter in a few months, especially if this works out.” He says cautiously, giving you an out in case you weren’t looking for something long-term.

“No, if we are a good match, then I would want this to be a long-term deal.” You confirm.

He looks down for a minute, trying to remember the questions he’d prepped for you, cursing himself for being too lazy to write them down. He finally grasps two at once and spits them out abruptly. “What’s your class schedule look like? Would staying late ever be an issue? Sometimes I’m with the guys til’ last call.”

You smile and pretend not to notice he seems just as nervous as you were earlier. “Um, most of my classes are in the early to mid afternoon, though I have an early-ish one twice a week. I can fit my future semesters around your schedule. Staying late won’t be an issue. I don’t live too far from here, so it’s definitely not a problem. And if you need me to be on-call, I’m flexible, especially if there’s an emergency.”

He leans back in his chair and stretches his arms up a little, revealing a little glimpse of tummy that you try your hardest not to look at. “Do you have any questions for me?” He asks.

“Yea, can you tell me a little bit about your daughter?”

“Oh. Yea,” He grimaces slightly at forgetting to even mention his child. “Her name is Gabriela.” He tells you, and he smiles softly. “She’s two years and three months, and she’s...she’s everything. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She’s really social, she loves to laugh, almost TOO much, and she’s really into cartoons right now, so I hope you’re into that.”

“Not a problem for me, I like Disney and all that stuff.” You say.

“Good, because I’m running out of movies. I don’t know what to show her anymore, I don’t know any of the new stuff.” He huffs a quick laugh.

This piques your interest. “Well what’s your favorite Disney movie?”

“Me? Hm.” He draws his scraggly eyebrows together and leans his chair back precariously on its back legs, hooking an ankle around the table base to keep from falling backwards as he thinks. “No one’s ever asked me that before. I like The Jungle Book a lot. Oh, and there’s one with a little fox and a puppy, that one’s really good.”

“The Fox and the Hound?” You ask. He nods. “I love that one too. Makes me cry like a baby though, when she leaves him alone in the forest.”

“The fact you’ve seen it makes me feel less old, that’s awesome. Don’t tell anyone, but it makes me cry too. What’s your favorite?” He asks. You tell him, and he nods. “I think I’ve seen that one, but I’m bad at all the names.”

“Well, don’t worry, I can supplement.” You assure him. “Gabriela will be completely taken care of. And I’ll help keep you organized too.” You wink at him teasingly, referencing his ad. He huffs another small laugh. You notice that when he smiles, the skin around the outer corners of his eyes crinkle endearingly. You lower your eyes back to the table top and sit back in your chair as a short and more comfortable silence falls between the two of you while you both try to think of any other questions you might have.

“So, Mr. Morales, you said something about a joint custody agreement. Can you tell me more about that? As much as you can, I mean, I don’t want to pry.” You ask cautiously, not wanting to cause any discomfort.

He nods. “Call me Frankie, please. My ex-wife and I divorced a year and a half ago. She’s re-married and took full custody of Gabriela, but we are signing a fifty/fifty agreement next week.”

“Wow,” You replied, “That was fast. That she’s already re-married I mean.” You quickly clarify.

Yea…it was.” He says softly, briefly looking down and furrowing his brow. You suddenly feel guilty for asking him to talk about it. “Anyways, we’ve been trying to set up these terms for like six months. We finally agreed to a two week on, two week off deal. So, your first shift would probably be in two weeks. Does that work for you?”

“Yea. Will I need to speak or meet with your ex-wife to make sure she's comfortable?” You ask.

“No. She can go through me, you don’t have to deal with her.”

“Okay. Well, is there anything else you need to know? Are you saying I have the job?”

“It’s yours,” He confirms, and you try to contain your excitement. You were so exhausted with job hunting, this one sounded too good to be true. “I’ll see you in two weeks, and we’ll see if this is a good match.” He stands and reaches his hand out for you to shake. You take it firmly, remembering what your dad taught you. Firm handshake means business. His hand is large in yours with little callouses all over. Warm, tan, and friendly hands, with broad palms and thick fingers. Hands that had clearly worked hard.

“Okay, I’ll see you in two Fridays, Mr. Morales. I mean….Frankie.” You correct yourself. He smiles warmly at you, and you turn to pick up your bag, give him a little wave, and walk out the door.

Shit. He’s fucking adorable, you think to yourself as you walk to your car.

Frankie watches you walk through the parking lot to your car, relief spreading warmly through his body. He’d been so nervous for some reason, he hadn’t really known what he was looking for, but somehow, you filled every subconscious requirement he had. You were going to be perfect for Gabi. Charming, friendly, kind of cheeky, and...you were pretty. Really pretty. But that was irrelevant. Completely irrelevant. Irrelevant for Gabi and irrelevant to him. He pushes the thought away, stands up, shoves his phone back in his pocket, grabs his keys and tosses his empty coffee cup in the trash as he heads to his truck.

Chapter 2

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing xi.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 2, 396

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

a/n:

hi everyone !!! here we are with the weekly update hehe, and it's a brief chapter but it does direct it up to the next one, and that'll be far more ... happening ... if you catch my drift 🤣

anyways, apologies for the silence again - uni has been absolutely kicking my butt and I'm lowkey on the verge of burnout but we'll pull through !!!

hope you enjoy the chapter 🥺❤️

Jungkook sits across from Jennie when it happens.

“What the—?”

“We need to talk.” Jimin glares, hand already grabbing him by the collar when he tugs Jungkook out of his seat. He doesn’t bother to send Jennie a look of acknowledgment, though he doubts she’s at any fault. He was only there for one thing and the subject of his disdain only looks perplexed and confused.

“Can we do this later?” Jungkook huffs, gesturing between his body and Jennie’s. She’s blinking at the interaction, then picks up her purse to shoot the two boys a half-hearted smile.

“I think I know what you needed to say,” She smiles. Then she looks over to Jimin who’s still glaring down at the younger boy, “Good luck.”

Her wish only makes Jungkook gulp, but he can more or less guess what Jimin is dragging him by collar about.

When he manages to ruffle his clothes back into position and sees the angry slope of Jimin’s back, he takes a deep breath. Jimin was by no means a terrifying person on average, in fact, he was quite debatably one of the most pleasant people anyone could know.

But Jimin was loyal and he stuck by the people he cared about with all his heart. He’d fight and he’d defend them till the end of time, and you were no different. Especially since the two of you grew up with each other, Jimin seeing you grow from an inquisitive toddler to the intelligent woman you were today—Jimin would die to protect you.

So when Jimin shuffles through his backpack to hand Jungkook a pack of ice, he can only stare at the cold object in the palm of his hands.

“What is this—?”

“You’ll need it.” Jimin deadpans, then he’s rolling up his sleeves.

“I thought we were talking?” Jungkook asks with a raised brow.

“We are,” Jimin retorts, eyes unblinking when he stares the younger boy down with a heavy-lidded gaze, “After I beat your ass for fucking _____ over.”

Jungkook opens his mouth, ready to defend but Jimin’s resolute glare only makes him cower in submission. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that there was no way he could get a word in even to meekly apologise because when Jimin had his mind set on something, he wouldn’t stop until that goal was achieved.

And it seems that Jimin’s goal was to give Jungkook a physical reminder on why he shouldn’t fuck with the things or people he loved.

“Let me take off my jacket,” Jungkook mutters, defeated.

After multiple shoves against the wall and a generous swing to his cheek, Jungkook is begrudgingly holding the ice-pack against his bruising face.

Jimin doesn’t look apologetic when the two of them sit side-by-side on the sidewalk, or even when Jungkook’s lip busted open. He knew Jungkook could take it, he was twice his size. Even more so, Jungkook knew Jimin had every reason to act the way he did.

“Thanks for the ice pack, by the way,” Jungkook says sarcastically, wincing when he moves his mouth a little too much.

Jimin doesn’t gratify him with a response, instead levels a stare so menacing that it could send anyone running. But Jungkook’s done a bit too much of that recently; so he stays, braces himself for the words that were to leave Jimin’s lips.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jungkook sighs, scrunching his face before tossing the ice pack aside. He supposed that it was nearly useless, nearly melting into a puddle that drips down his arm uncomfortably.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook confesses softly.

“You’ve got a set of nerves on you if you thought it was ever okay to say the shit you did to her, let alone a human being.” Jimin frowns, pulling Jungkook but his collar so that he’d look at him.

Jimin’s face is permanently etched into a scowl, but Jungkook already knows he’s fucked up. The constant reminder of you turning to different directions whenever you’d spot him was enough to hurt more than a punch to the face.

“I know.” Jungkook whispers, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Do you, Jungkook?” Jimin spits, glaring down at the boy who remains helpless under his grasp, “I told you to not fuck with her and you deliberately went against what I said.” His reminder is vicious and quiet, a hiss in the wind that blows.

Jungkook hears it loud and clear, “I know,” He exasperates, still as frustrated with himself as he was with the entire situation, “I know.” He repeats, more defeatedly.

Jimin shoves Jungkook back by releasing his grip around the collar that he nearly stumbles. But Jungkook catches himself just barely when Jimin rises to his feet, looking down at his younger friend like he was a piece of gum stuck on the sole of his shoes.

“Why?” Jimin asks after a beat of silence.

Jungkook purses his lips. He knows why, but he still can’t bring himself to say it. Not when he knows he’s fucked up and Jimin is rightfully furious. He knows Taehyung knows at this point too, there was nothing that Jimin knew that Taehyung didn’t. It was just that Jimin was the more confrontational one where Taehyung was passively aggressive with his anger.

“I …” Jungkook trails off weakly, standing up to reach Jimin’s height but despite his friend being taller, his presence was already intimidating enough.

“You doing that shit with her was one thing, because if it was consensual I’d go on my merry way,” Jimin sneers, poking a firm finger into Jungkook’s chest, “But you had to go and poke at her insecurities to hurt her. On purpose. That’s where you fucked up. Royally.”

Jungkook blinks, intently listening and observing the way Jimin’s chest rises and falls with every breath he heaves.

“It’s taking everything in me not to smear your reputation on campus for the shit you did,” Jimin’s eyes flutters shut and his voice is threatening. Jungkook’s eyes widen, but he still remains quiet, “But against my better conscience, you’re my friend. And I’m so fucking disappointed in you.” Jimin croaks like he’s conflicted.

And for the first time ever since the conversation started, Jungkook feels bad for Jimin; specifically. He knew that it was difficult to defend your friend while berating another, and he hated himself for putting him into a difficult position. It was an internal dispute that Jimin and Taehyung would have to face between holding Jungkook accountable and leaving him to dust.

There was history, between the four of you. But there was unseen history between Jimin and Jungkook that you and Taehyung hadn’t seen, and Jungkook’s always regarded Jimin as an older brother, honorific aside.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook whispers.

Jimin looks up, glaring at the apology like he’s sworn at him.

“I can’t believe you.” He sneers, barring his teeth intimidatingly while Jungkook swallows.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook looks down at his feet, and for a moment he feels like a child being scolded but he knew that children would never say anything as vicious as he did, unless they were a product of their environments.

Jungkook still can’t justify his words, or why he said them. But a deep part of his recognises that it was his insecurities peeking through and him weaponising a weapon powerful enough to shoot himself dead.

“This isn't my apology to accept,” Jimin says sternly, “But even if it was—I could never forget what you said to her, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, eyes still cast downwards.

“What does this …” he trails off, finally looking up to see Jimin carding a hand through his hair in exasperation and a pinched expression marring his face, “Where does this leave us?’

Jimin knows Jungkook’s asking about the state of their friendship together.

But the anger is blinding and overwhelming, so instead; he tosses his backpack over his shoulder before turning on his heel, head looking back ever so slightly to level Jungkook with a final gaze intense enough to speak for itself.

“Here,” Jimin declares, gesturing to the abandoned ice pack, the bruised cheek and knuckles, “Until you decide to get your shit together, I need time away from you. If not, I’m going to do something that ____ would hate and I don’t want to hurt her any more than you already have.”

The words are sharp, targeted and venomous. But Jungkook recognises he deserves it. He also doesn’t bother fighting back when Jimin finally leaves, leaving Jungkook to bask in his own, clouded thoughts.

“Why are your knuckles bruised?” Is the first thing you ask Jimin when you see him storming towards you and Taehyung in the library.

Taehyung is aware while you blissfully aren’t.

“None of your business,” Jimin shoots back, but then he’s tugging you out of your seat to hug you.

Your eyes widen, “Jimin?”

When he pulls away, his eyes soften.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Taehyung nods and your head is spinning in confusion when you stare between the two boys with furrowed brows.

“Tell you what?”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung answers, eyes boring a hole into your skull.

At the mention of his name, you freeze in Jimin’s grasp as you stare at the both of them with wide eyes.

“How did you know—?”

Jimin frowns, releasing you so that you’re all able to take a seat in a specific corner of the library. You dryly note to yourself that you realise that every one of your conflicting moments of confrontation occurred in this place. Maybe it was about time for a change of scenery.

“Yena,” Taehyung tells you, and you scowl—nearly cussing her out in your mind but you know that your anger wasn’t warranted.

Especially when Jimin reaches out to grab your hand when he notices you looking down at your lap.

“How do you think it felt for us when we had to find out from someone else that you’ve been going through a hard time?” He asks softly, looking at you so gently that your lip nearly trembles.

For the longest time, Jimin and Taehyung were like older brothers that doted on you as much as they could. They took care of you and made sure that you knew your worth ever since the three of you were children. And for that, you could never be more thankful for their presence.

So you understand their hurt, and it makes you feel guiltier when you see Taehyung quietly patting your head although his eyes carry a sadness that only came from a friend withholding information from you.

“I …” You croak.

“You didn’t need to tell us why,” Taehyung reassures gently, “Just wanted to be here for you. For whatever reason, it may be.”

You stare down at your lap even harder and blink away the tears that only came with guilt.

“I’m sorry.” You say so meekly that it comes out as a squeak.

“Please don’t apologise. We just want to be here for you,” Jimin says sadly, squeezing your hand tighter even if you weren’t going to look at him. He doesn’t push you to do so.

“I didn’t want to make things complicated.” You confess softly, fiddling with the thumb on your free hand.

Taehyung scowls, “_____, you know that whatever it is, Jimin and I will try our best to remain as objective as possible but Jungkook said things to you that we're absolutely not okay and as both of your friends, we have a responsibility to hold him accountable.”

You purse your lips, nearly pouting. It’s as if Jimin reads your mind, where a million thoughts run through it, he pulls you closer so that he can properly hug you. Even if the position is a little weird and Taehyung has to bend his arm at a weird angle to be able to hug you too, you feel comforted.

“Don’t be mad at him.” You whisper softly into the material of Taehyung’s shirt.

Jimin snorts, “I release my anger in a healthy manner.”

Your eyes glance down at his knuckle suspiciously but he tugs it away when he notices your wandering eyes.

Taehyung sighs, caressing your hair softly. “We have every right to be angry with him, _____. What he did and said was unacceptable.” He informs you firmly.

You pull away slightly from their hold to furrow your eyebrows, “I know but—”

“You do know,” Jimin says softly, “And we know that you don’t like other people fighting your battles for you so we’ll step out of it. But that doesn’t mean we can’t personally be disappointed in what Jungkook did. He’s our friend too and if he did that to anyone else, we’d still be mad. We’re just extra mad because it’s you and we’re your best friends.”

You dip your head, letting out a sigh of acknowledgement.

“Just … let me talk to him.” You say, and Taehyung raises a brow at the shift in your tone, “This is something I need to do for myself. I appreciate you guys, I really do. But I don’t want things to be weird because of what we did.”

You can tell Jimin is about to argue with you, but Taehyung shoots him a look that shuts him up immediately.

“If that’s what you want.” Taehyung smiles gently at you.

Jimin clenches his jaw, clearly the more displeased one between the two. But he swallows it by clenching his fist and patting your head, shooting you a concerned stare mask in a slight glare.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

You nod, “Very.”

Jimin nibbles on his lips as if deep in thought before pulling away completely, leaning into his chair.

“If you insist,” He sighs, “But Jungkook did get what he deserved.”

You shrug, “I mean I don’t think avoiding him was the worst thing to do, but I guess you’re right.”

Jimin blinks.

Then Taehyung and he are sharing a look familiar enough for you to know only comes out when they did something wrong or were caught causing trouble.

You raise a brow, “Am I missing something?”

Jimin shoots you a reassuring smile and you miss the shift of Taehyung’s eyes to the fist that wraps around your shoulder.

“Nothing at all.”

You [21:09]: hi jungkook

You [21:24]: can we talk? my door's open if you're free.

[jananakookie]

Beauty | kth - Chapter 6.1

Pairing: Taehyung x OC (Reader) , slight Jimin x OC

Genre/Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Idiots to lovers (kinda), single dad; humor (-ish?), slow burn, angst, fluff, smut

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, mentions of heartbreak and breakups, angst

Word count: 11k

Series summary: Taehyung knows what beauty is. He sees it every day.

You feel like you haven’t seen real beauty in a while but you think you remember what it looked like.

Or maybe you both have no idea?

A/N: Hello everyone! This is half of Chapter 6. I‘m so sorry for the delay. Hopefully you‘ll like it. Fell free to let me know ☺️ And sorry for any errors 😅

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Chapter 6.1

When you were younger, there has barely been a time where you didn’t feel absolutely comfortable in Busan. There was no reason for you to ever want to leave your hometown because everything you needed and everything you wanted was here which at the time was your family, a nice job and especially Park Jimin.

Park Jimin.

The truth is, there was one time in your life where you actually did consider leaving Busan. You got a job offer and it was (ironically) in no other place than Seoul. It never came to it, however, because you declined after only a few days of thinking about it. The job description was really good, you always wanted to visit Seoul but never got the chance to actually go, and last but not least, you finally had the chance to do something outside of your comfort zone.

But you didn’t go.

You didn’t go merely because of one single reason and it was yet again no other than Park Jimin.

It wasn’t his fault though. He never would’ve hindered you from leaving. Hell, he would’ve made you go if he knew about it. He would’ve tried day and night for weeks on end to change your mind and take your chance if he thought it would’ve changed anything. Because that’s just who Park Jimin is. He’s outgoing, fun, curious to try new things, and never ever afraid to do anything but overall, he’s caring. He’s charming and caring and so ridiculously warm and kind that you just couldn’t risk losing him for a job. And that’s exactly why you didn’t tell him. You kept it a secret from him and anybody who could’ve come close to telling him and in the end, you declined the job offer before you could somehow change your mind.

And oh, he would’ve been so disappointed. He’d still be disappointed today if he’d ever find out. You’re absolutely sure about that.

And yeah… things went to complete shit not even two years later but do you really regret making that decision? You should — that much is clear. You threw a possible career away for a guy. A guy who probably didn’t even deserve it. Or did he? The pure fact that you actually still have these thoughts gives you a headache.

You squint your eyes together and shake your head a little, hoping it would drive the thoughts out of your head but it does close to nothing. The only thing it does is making your mother look at you with a worried expression and even if your back is turned to her, you can literally feel her gaze piercing through the back of your head.

Maybe coming back so soon wasn’t a good idea after all.

“Darling, are you okay?“ And there it is, that motherly tone in her voice that makes you feel like nothing’s changed. And it hasn’t. Nothing has changed in all these months you’ve been gone now. Everyone can still see it and how fucking pathetic is that?

“I’m great, Mum. I’m just washing the dishes real quick.“ You shrug, trying to underline your voice with a happy tone in order for her to not get any more suspicious.

Yeah… because when does that ever help when it comes to mothers and their weird sixth sense of knowing their kid’s actual feelings.

You again don’t even need to turn around to guess the look on your Mum’s face. “You didn’t need to do that, ___ I’m perfectly capable of doing that on my own.“ She scolds you.

“And if I actually did that, what would be the reason for me to be here?“ You ask her, trying to not get irritated when she grabs a towel and starts drying the dishes you just washed.

“I don’t know, I never actually told you to come here and keep the house clean, did I?“ You can hear the teasing tone in her voice and therefore know she’s not serious but it bugs you that she won’t accept your help.

“I wanted to be a good daughter, help you and Dad out after his surgery but then I come here and what do I see? You manage everything on your own just fine, Dad can’t stand to stay at home for a single week and is already back at work, I mean—“ You look at your Mother for a second to give her a puzzled look which makes her laugh, “what is he even doing at a car repair shop with just one functioning arm right now?“ You both chuckle at that because your Dad is just a hopeless case at this point.

“You know your Dad. I guess he’s probably just walking around, yelling at Seojun and Hobi or whatever.“ You know your mother is joking but you also don’t think that’s very far from the truth.

You don’t say much after that, simply enjoying your Mother’s presence with you because it’s been quite a while since you’ve been home and have seen your parents. But you can sense that your Mother is not done yet, judging by the looks she gives you every now and then. When you finally have enough of that little cat and mouse game, you simply raise a brow at her, offering her a look that tells her to spit it out, whatever it is that’s on her mind right now — even if you don’t know if you want to hear it.

“Why don’t you go out a little? Meet up with some of your friends.“ She then suggests making you sigh quietly.

“I don’t have any friends here, Mum. Who am I supposed to meet?“ You try to sound unbothered, but you can't hide the disappointment that actually resides within you as well as you would like. Just a simple look at your Mum gives you an idea of how good your acting skills are.

“Why do you say that?“ A look of sadness overcomes your mother’s face and you instantly feel bad. You don’t want her to feel sorry for you. You’re not 8 years old anymore, crying because the other kids don’t want to play with you. You’re an adult now, your problems are now much more complex than that and you should be able to solve them on your own not bother your Mum with them.

“It’s the truth.“ You simply shrug.

“What about Hobi then? You two always got along well. I’m sure he’d actually love to catch up with you.“ You know she means well but you really don’t want to have the conversation now and you wish she’d just accept that you don’t want to meet up with anyone.

Especially not his best friend.

“Mum, Hoseok is not my friend and I can promise you, that he doesn’t care at all about catching up with me.“ That definitely came out much more snappy than you intended for it to be and you feel bad about it as soon as those words leave your mouth. At the end of the day, she’s your Mum and she obviously just wants the best for you. Not to forget that she definitely notices how there’s a lot of unfinished business between you and your hometown and all of it comes bubbling up now that you’re here again.

But at the same time, you’re dealing with a lot of stuff here and it’s not easy for you to just talk about it like that.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to snap at you.“ You sigh, drying your hands when the dishes are done.

Your Mum simply waves it off and smiles at you, “Hobi asks about you all the time, you know? He keeps asking about how you are and when you’re coming back.“ She says, looking very pleased with him for some reason. “Your Father is almost annoyed by his constant questions about you.“ She laughs but the only thing you can manage is a grim smile.

“Hoseok never once tried to reach out to me after what happened.“ You decide to say. “If he’s asking about me now, it’s probably only because Jimin tells him to.“

At least that’s the only reason you can think of. He didn’t care one bit about your well-being when you really needed a friend so why would he possibly decide to care now?

“I don’t believe that, ___. Hobi isn’t like that. If he honestly never reached out it had to have a different reason than just him not caring about you because I know for a fact, that he does.“ She argues, a deep frown appearing on her forehead. “Who knows, maybe Jimin had something to do with it.“ She then adds, making your blood boil instantly.

“Mum, please stop. Jimin wouldn’t do that.“ This is the moment where your conversation better ends because you’ve talked about that quite a lot already and you don’t feel like repeating everything that’s already been said before.

Sadly your Mother doesn’t seem to approve.

She scoffs, making you look at her with a questioning look but you’re actually quite sure what to expect already, “I can’t believe that after everything, you’re still standing up for him. Why?“

You struggle for a little while to find the right answer. Actually, you do know the right answer, you just don’t know if you want to say it out loud. But judging by your Mum’s sad eyes, intently watching your every move, she already knows anyway.

“Because I love him.“ You shrug. It’s been a while since you admit it to anyone — especially yourself and it makes it even harder for these desperate words to come out of your mouth in a low whisper.

Your Mum looks like she’s about to wrap you in a blanket and feed you with homemade cookies, while she’s watching you carefully. “Honey, loving someone doesn’t mean you have to excuse and accept everything they do. Especially if it’s something that hurt you.“ She says making use of that goddamn motherly tone in her voice again which actually threatens to make a few tears escape your eyes.

“There’s way more to our story than simply him hurting me though.“ You try to argue, still not done talking. You just don’t want to end it on this note. You so badly want to hold on to the thought of him still being the good guy you know him as. Because he doesn’t deserve all the hate your family is giving him. You do understand that they simply want to protect you but at the end of the day, this is between him and you. Only him and you.

“I don’t want you guys to hate him.“ You admit.

Your mother sighs, smiling at you. “___, we don’t hate him.“ She says. You don’t know if you should believe her just like that because judging by everything that has been said since you and Jimin broke up, it surely doesn’t seem like it. Your Mum actually seems to think about her answer as well, cringing a little. “Well, I don’t hate him at least. Your Father… That’s a different story.“ She smiles awkwardly.

You actually can’t help but crack a small smile at her confession. It’s not like you haven’t noticed before but it’s still funny.

“Anyway, you know we always loved Jimin with our whole hearts. He was a part of this family for so long that we would’ve never guessed that—“ She cuts herself off, watching you as if to make sure that it’s okay for her to say what she wants to say. You actually want— no you need to hear it. Even if it hurts.

“Well, we thought you guys were forever.“ She quietly says.

“Yeah… You and me both, Mum.“ You sigh.

“We know that what happened between you two is not exactly our business but you’re still our daughter… And it’s only natural for us to feel with you when you can barely get out of bed for several weeks on end.“ The look she gives you is still the same she gave you when you had your first heartbreak and for some reason, it gives you a sense of trust and comfort.

“You don’t have to worry. I’m fine, really.“ You try o smile but it actually comes off as some kind of grimace and your Mum, of course, sees right through you.

“You moved cities, ___.“ She frowns. “And you didn’t dare to come back for almost seven months.“ She states, crossing her arms in front of her chest which makes her look a lot more serious than she should be right now.

Regretting your little white lie you sigh and try to rephrase what you actually should’ve said. “I mean… I’m not exactly there yet but it will be okay. I actually made some great friends in Seoul and I feel pretty alright now.“ Your Mum’s eyes instantly show a little glint as soon as you say that you found friends, knowing it was never your biggest quality.

That’s just another reason why your parents loved Jimin so much. He made you get out of your shell and small comfort zone, meet new people, talk to strangers and maybe even befriend them and you liked that as well. Since he’s been gone though, you didn’t just get back to your old routine. You did something for yourself and moved to Seoul. On your own. And you talked to people and befriended them. On your fucking own.

You don’t need Park Jimin for shit.

And yeah, you gotta admit it feels amazing to be able to say that.

“You made friends?“ Seeing you nod your head, she smiles. “I’m very happy to hear that, ___.“

“Mum, don’t talk to me like I’m in first grade and just made my first friend.“ You laugh, trying to loosen up the situation.

“I’m just happy you’re happy.“ She shrugs. “Letting you go to a new city all on your own, without a job or a place to stay was risky enough. It’s good you found friends who can look after you from time to time when we can’t.“ She explains.

You never really thought of that actually. It couldn’t have been easy for your parents to just let you go like that after weeks of staying in bed, barely eating, and not wanting to talk to anyone you simply decided one day to just go and leave everything behind like that. You did it for yourself and didn’t think of anyone else and it was the right decision, it was what you had to do at the time but you kinda feel sad for your parents now. They must’ve been worried about you and you let half a year pass before you showed your face in Busan again.

“You don’t have to be worried Mum. I’m totally fine on my own, I promise you that.“ This time there’s an honest smile on your lips and you don’t have to feel any shame wearing it. “But yeah, I think I found great people to surround myself with. I feel very comfortable around them.“ You say, smiling to yourself as you think of the people back home.

Home. That’s what Seoul is now, huh?

Even if you love your parents very much and missed them dearly, you can’t wait to get back home soon. It really doesn’t look like your parents need your help that much and you have to get back to work anyway.

The job at the flower shop is definitely not what you imagined in your younger years but you love it very much. It’s fun and it’s just a beautiful job overall.

The ultimate reason you can’t wait to get back though, are the people. You didn’t think you’d miss all of them so much that it would take such a toll on you but they at least seem to miss you too, seeing as all of them text you every now and then and Taehyung and Hyejin never miss a night to call you before Hyejin’s bedtime. Taehyung says it’s part of her bedtime routine now and she simply refuses to sleep until she at least talked to you. It warms your heart to no end.

Taehyung always claims that Hyejin is the one who insists on calling, but every night after she finally wished you a good night and goes to bed, he is usually in no hurry to end the conversation. Not that you’d complain though, you enjoy talking to him just as much. His voice alone can calm your nerves in an instant. You guess it must’ve something to do with the way he speaks. Always in a calm and collected, deep voice, never in a hurry. And he definitely has a way with words too…

“So… Given that you already found friends…“ Your Mum starts, making you halt for a second because that tone never means anything good, “Are you maybe thinking about dating again?“

You don’t even know what to say, you’re that shocked. If you were drinking something right now, you’d probably spit it out. Is that really what she’s excited about? “Mum, I think after everything I just told you, I made it very clear that I’m not thinking about that yet, didn’t I?“ You ask, looking at her skeptically.

“Don’t get so offensive, I was just asking.“ Your Mum chuckles.

“Yeah, I just think it’s obvious that I’m not quite there yet.“ You roll your eyes and play with a piece of lint on the countertop that suddenly seems incredibly interesting. Talking about things regarding your love life has never been a comfortable topic for you to share with your parents and you aren’t very interested in talking about that with your Mother right this moment.

You are lucky, however, when your Mother shorty after explains that she has to run some errands and has to leave you alone for a little while. You are glad that you were able to avoid this conversation, at least for the time being, and so you devote yourself to some tasks in the house that you consider important.

This is exactly what Taehyung feared since the moment he realized that all of them could no longer be imagined without you. You are already indispensable. deeply anchored in the little heart of the girl who for days has only been in a bad mood and cranky because she misses you so much. And he misses you too because even if you did it so sneakily that he hardly noticed, you gave him more support than he could have ever imagined.

How on earth didn’t he notice? It’s not like he hasn’t been alone with Hyejin for four years and was totally fine with it but then you come along and suddenly he’s a total mess as soon as he’s alone with his own daughter. Not to be rude… but he blames it on you. You are way too cordial and that spoiled her.

Like how she’s currently throwing a tantrum because he apparently doesn’t do her hair good enough.

“Ouch Daddy, no!!“ She cries, “That’s not how ___ does it. I look like a boy! And it hurts!“

Taehyung is close to losing his last nerves but he tries to stay calm for Hyejin’s sake. “What are you talking about? You don’t look like a boy, you look like the beautiful little girl that you are.“ He argues, combing her hair a little more to the back so he can fasten the hair tie.

“No! I don’t want to look like that, Daddy! ___ always braids my hair and then I look like a princess!“ She whines.

Taehyung sighs loudly, letting her hair fall down again. “Hyejin, I’m not ___. I don’t know how to braid your hair so you look like a princess. You already look like a beautiful princess to me anyway.“

“But I want my hair the way ___ does it.“ She stubbornly groans.

“Okay, in that case you’ll just have to wait until she comes back.“ Taehyung then says, absolutely done with trying to do her hair.

“Daddy, can you call her and tell her to come back?“ Hyejin looks at him with her big puppy eyes that usually get her almost everything she wants but not this time.

“Hyejin, I can’t just call her and tell her to come back home. She’s with her family, darling.“ His voice is getting softer as soon as he sees the big disappointment in her eyes. He doesn’t want her to start crying again.

“Aren’t we her family too?“ She asks him in a quiet voice.

Taehyung doesn’t know what to say to that. How do you even explain that to a four-year-old? Of course, she somehow is a part of the family but… also not like that.

“Yeah, we are.“ He says, “But we kept her to ourselves for quite some time now and now we have to let her spend some time with her other family as well, okay?“ He tries to explain. He doesn’t think you’d have something against him telling her that. At the end of the day, you spend close to every day together, you almost always eat together and you sometimes even put her to sleep so yeah, of course, it looks like that to a child.

The truth is, Hyejin isn’t the only one who feels like someone is missing; he misses you too. After only a couple of days — four days and 13 hours to be exact but who’s counting, right? — it feels like you’ve been gone for weeks on end. Hyejin is bored, he’s absolutely overwhelmed and Jungkook is even more annoying because according to him he, “lost the one and only person, who really listens and cares“, and to be fair, he might be quite right with that.

“Do you think she misses us too, Daddy?“ Hyejin asks, getting him out of his head.

Taehyung smiles, patting her head a little to annoy her, “Of course she does. She can’t wait to see you again in person, she tells me every night after you went to bed.“ He honestly says. He enjoys your nightly talks a lot and it’s what gets him through the stressful time these days because you somehow manage to lift his mood up again by simply smiling through the phone screen.

Hyejin gasps and smiles brightly. “So that means she probably comes back sooner.“ She reasons, making Taehyung laugh in the process.

“Sure, darling. Maybe it means she’ll come back even sooner.“ He nods. He hopes it does. He doesn’t want to be disrespectful towards your parents because you went to see them because your Dad isn’t well and your parents need your help, he gets it. But that doesn’t mean he and Hyejin need you any less. At least emotionally.

Ugh, he can’t believe it, he sounds like a selfish wimp now. He can’t control your time and he doesn’t want to either, of course. It’s just incredible how all of this seems so much easier to handle when you’re around and he knows how fucking ridiculous that sounds when he just started to get to know you just over a month ago.

He can’t stress it enough, seeing and experiencing how essential you have become in such a short time scares the shit out of him. When he himself already feels that way, he doesn’t want to imagine how serious it has to be for Hyejin.

Taehyung carefully combs Hyejin’s long and dark locks as he simply drowns himself in his thoughts. They have come to the conclusion that it probably makes a lot more sense if they leave Hyejin's hair open and wait for you to come back to braid it in a few days because Taehyung is obviously a hopeless case when it comes to princess-like hairstyles.

“Alright you’re all set, honey.“ He says after a few minutes of mindlessly brushing through her hair.

“Thank you, Daddy.“ Hyejin grins, looking at herself in the mirror. “Do you think uncle Namjoon wants to play karaoke with me? ___ and I always play karaoke on Mondays.“ She looks at her father expectantly and frowns when she only sees him laugh at her.

“Stop comparing us all to ___, Hyejin. I know you miss her but we all took care of you for the past four years, be a little thankful, will you?“ He jokes, not expecting her to understand what he means. “And for the record, today is Friday.“ He adds.

Hyejin only groans and shrugs, “okay, I’ll just ask him if we can go buy an ice cream then because Friday is ice cream day.“ She says unimpressed as if she didn’t even hear anything he said before.

Taehyung simply ignores it, knowing he won’t get her to change her mind anyway and it’s not like it’s a big deal. You simply just took his place of being her hero and favorite person in just a span of four weeks. He isn’t mad of course, he knows Hyejin still loves him and the guys just as much it’s just that she can relate and compare a lot more to you. It’s not something to be mad or jealous of, no. On the contrary, he is incredibly happy about it. Besides him and his friends, it’s you what she needs.

Suddenly the doorbell rings, which can only mean that Namjoon is there to pick up Hyejin because Taehyung has to go to work right away. Hyejin runs straight away with her typical “I'll open up!”, which gives him time to quickly pack her little backpack with snacks that he prepared for her the night before. Not that he had to, Namjoon will definitely feed her something but it’s always good to have some snacks ready for when she gets cranky or moody and in those last couple of days, that’s almost her everyday mood.

When he gets to the living room, Namjoon is already standing there with Hyejin and is already giving her a big hug with a huge smile on his face. The smile turns into a grimace though, when he looks into Taehyung’s tired eyes.

“Damn bro, what happened to you? Haven’t slept for a week?“ He jokes while sitting Hyejin back on her two feet. The girl instantly runs away, probably back into her room to play or something.

Taehyung gives Namjoon a look that says it all before he plants himself on the couch and groans. “Joon, help me. I’m dying.“ He whines like a child. “I swear I love my daughter but she. is. killing me.“

Namjoon watches his best friend and feels a little bad. He knew Taehyung had a lot on his plate this week, with you being gone and his boss stressing about… well, anything as always, and he regrets not coming by more often to help every now and then but he himself had a lot to do and simply didn’t find the time.

“I don’t know man, I don’t want to complain so much. She’s my daughter and I love spending time with her but she is a handful!“ He continues. “Literally everything I do is wrong. I make her a bowl of fruits, ___ cuts them better. I make her hair, ___ braids it better. I buy her ice cream, sorry Daddy, it tastes better when ___ buys it. Literally what on earth!“ He throws his arms up and looks at Namjoon as if he’s going crazy, making the older man laugh.

“Face it, buddy. She gave the crown to someone else a long time ago.“ Namjoon laughs, looking at Taehyung who surprisingly smiles as well.

“Yeah. She definitely left an influence on her.“ Taehyung smiles. “She just misses her a lot, who could blame her? She spent almost every day with her for the last four to five weeks. She’s no longer used to us pretending to know what we’re doing after she actually met someone who knows exactly what she’s doing.“ He laughs, making Namjoon join in approvingly.

“Seems to me like she’s not the only one who misses her, huh?“ He teases, wiggling his eyebrows. He actually wanted to poke fun at Taehyung but he didn’t expect him to actually agree.

“I swear, I’ll tie her up and never let her leave again as soon as she comes back.“ Taehyung says, not thinking about what he just said but instantly regrets it, as soon as Jungkook comes through the door with a cheeky grin.

“Sounds kinky, I’m in!“ He yells, grinning from ear to ear teasingly as he looks from Taehyung to Namjoon. The oldest man just laughs while Taehyung simply rolls his eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean.“

“I do and Joon knows it too and I thiiiink, deep inside you, you know it as well.“ Jungkook winks, obviously not talking about the same thing Taehyung wanted to hint at.

“Whatever you say.“ Done with the conversation, Taehyung turns his back to Jungkook and rather talks to Namjoon to clear up the details of the day and when he can bring Hyejin back.

Speaking of Hyejin, she joins them soon after, already wearing her jacket, and read to go.

“Wait, let me take a photo of you, Hyejin. We can send it to ___ I bet she’ll be happy about it!“ Taehyung quickly stops her before she can leave with Namjoon.

Hyejin instantly smiles and poses, throwing a little peace sign with her fingers as soon as Taehyung has his phone in his hand and takes a picture of her. He then looks at it and smiles, probably satisfied with how it turned out. “Great, she’ll love it!“ He grins. “I’ll send it to her as soon as I’m at work because I’m actually running late again.“ He says the second he sees the time on his phone.

“Are you serious?“ Jungkook laughs, making Taehyung frown in the process.

“What?“ He asks him seemingly confused but when he looks at Namjoon, he is also grinning with a knowing look on his face.

“You seriously just took a picture of Hyejin to send it to ___ like she’s your wife or something.“

Taehyung frowns, not seeing the problem with a simple photo. “___ says she likes it when I send her photos of Hyejin because she misses her as well. Why is that weird?“ He asks.

“Oh my god.“Jungkook groans. “You guys really are something.“ He rolls his eyes but doesn’t elaborate any further before he simply walks away into his room, leaving Taehyung confused and without an answer.

Namjoon seems to know what Jungkook means by his cryptic speech but doesn’t look like he wants to explain either, grabbing Hyejin by her hand and mutters a simple, “You’ll probably see it on your own when the time is right.“

With that being said, Taehyung is left alone, still confused but he doesn’t have the time to think about it right now because he really has to get to work. The last thing he needs today is getting yelled at by his tiny boss and nearly die while suppressing a laugh.

Standing in front of the huge garage, you nervously look around in hopes of seeing your Dad before anyone else — someone in particular — sees you but it doesn’t look like he’s around right now and to get to his office, you have to pass by all the cars and other workers who are doing their job right now. As always, your Mother got her way and ordered you to bring some homemade snacks to your Father's car repair shop.

Apparently, she does that every Friday but you know she only needed a reason to get you to come here so you can see and talk to Hoseok.

The thing is though — you don’t want to. And you thought you made that very clear but when did your mother ever care about that? You’re just way too easily persuaded.

A tray full of baked goods in your hand, you wander around the garage, trying to remember where your Dad’s office was again. Hey, it’s been a minute since you’ve actually been here. Why would you spend your time in a smelly, oily garage anyway?

Just when you think you remember your way around, a voice behind you rings out, “Hey! I’m sorry but I’m afraid you’re not allowed to be here. It can be dangerous in here for someone who doesn’t work here.“

You don’t even need to turn around to see who it is because you recognize his voice right away. It was precisely this encounter that you dreaded but when you whip around anyway, your counterpart is the one who actually looks like he’s just seen a ghost.

Not wanting to make the situation even more awkward, you decide to simply offer him a smile that doesn’t show how uncomfortable you really are. “Hey, Hobi.“ You simply greet him.

He just looks at you for a moment with eyes so big you’re afraid they’ll fall out. You take the time to look at him as well. He didn’t change much. In his working clothes, consisting of a simple white tank top and dark blue jeans, both of which have seen better days and are full of oil stains just like him, he’s still the good-looking guy you’ve last seen almost seven months ago. “Holy shit, ___ is that really you?“ He gasps, making a little chuckle escape your lips.

“Yeah, I guess it really is me.“ You play along twirling your arms around in a joking manner.

The second you say that his face instantly lights up and before you can even take a breath he embraces you in a big hug. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re actually here!“ He exclaims, holding you so tight, you think you’ll pass out.

When he lets you go, he instantly looks a little embarrassed, “Sorry for jumping you like that, I’m sweaty and dirty.“ He smiles a little while looking down on himself. “I’m just so surprised you’re here, I haven’t seen you since… well.“ He cuts himself off, obviously not wanting to talk about Jimin and your break up and you’re very thankful he has the decency not to.

“Been a while, huh?“ You awkwardly shrug.

“Yes, I— Listen I wanted to talk to—“

“Hey, would you mind showing me where my Father’s office is? I actually just came here because my Mum made me bring you guys some snacks and then I have to leave again.“ You instantly cut him off, afraid of what he wants to say to you and not wanting to hear it.

He looks a little disappointed for a moment but forces a polite smile on his lips and nods before he guides you around. He must’ve understood that you didn’t want to talk about whatever he wanted to say because he doesn’t start again and simply stays silent beside you.

You feel a little bad because he probably really means well and wants to sort things out between you two but you just aren’t ready for that just yet and you have to take care of yourself now.

“Ah, I love Fridays for the one and only reason that your Mum always brings us something to eat. She is an angel, did you know that?“ He finally says, trying to start a conversation again.

Oh so your Mum wasn’t just looking for an excuse to bring you here, she actually bakes for them every Friday? Yes, that woman really is an angel, you have to admit.

“She’s great.“ You nod. Except when she forces me to do things I don’t want to do.

After a few minutes, you finally reach the office. “The door is closed.“ Hoseok says, making you look at him.

“Yeah, I’ll just open it then.“ You shrug, not knowing why he felt the need to state the obvious.

Hoseok shakes his head and points at the window so you can see your Dad. Looks like he’s on the phone or something. “Boss always has the door to his office open. It’s merely closed when he doesn’t want to be disturbed.“ He explains. “Sorry, guess we’ll just have to wait until he’s finished.“

You're not very happy about that but what else is there to do now? You don’t want to just barge in and make your Father angry and probably even yell an Hoseok for not holding you back.

“So… Your Dad told us you went to Seoul?“ He suddenly tries to speak up again after a minute of just watching you frown and throw glares at your Father, who hasn’t even noticed you yet and is still deep in conversation.

You stop staring and look at Hoseok instead. “Yes, I live there now.“ You answer shorty, not very interested in holding a conversation again.

“Cool.“ He says. “How’s living in Seoul for you?“ He further asks.

“It’s good really.“ You smile. “I found a very nice job at a flower shop and a beautiful small apartment right on top of it.“

“Wow, that sounds pretty great. I’m happy you seem to be content, ___.“ He says, honesty thick in his voice.

“Have you made any friends yet?“ Smiling down at you, you can see that he simply asks you all of these questions because he actually cares about your answers and is interested in your life. Not because he wants to gain information about you so he can go to Jimin and tell him something he shouldn’t be interested in anymore.

So you let a little loose and dare to get a bit more comfortable around him. “Yeah, I found a bunch of great friends actually.“ Just by simply thinking of them, you start to glow, your smile is growing bigger and your whole body language seems way more confident.

It all happens unconsciously but Hoseok notices it immediately and it warms something inside of him to see you so liberated after all these months of not having seen you and not having heard anything about you. The last time he saw you was the night you and Jimin broke up. He was with you two that night as were other people. He often thinks back to that day because he’ll never forget the way you looked. You looked so heartbroken and he wanted nothing more than going after you and be there for you; be the friend he should have been. He didn’t do that though. That night he chose to be that friend for Jimin.

“Have you met someone else?“ He suddenly hears himself asking before he can stop himself. He knows asking you that question is so uncalled for and definitely not his business but he wasn’t thinking for a mere second and what’s done is done now.

The look you give him is actually enough for him as an answer so he quickly apologizes and tries to explain himself. “It’s just that you suddenly had that specific glint in your eyes when you started talking about the people you met in Seoul. It kinda resembled the one you always had when you talked about Jimin.“

Your face falls as soon as he mentions him, who you didn’t want to talk about but you don’t want to let that get your mood down.

“I promise you, I didn’t ask because of him. I only asked because of that one reason and because I’m curious about you and your wellbeing, ___. I refuse to talk to him about you actually.“ He then admits, making you prick up your ears because let's be honest, you did not expect that.

“You don’t talk to him about me?“ You ask him, ignoring the other part of what he said.

Hoseok quickly shakes his head in a denying manner. “No, of course not! He still tries to though… He especially wanted to in the first few months but I always changed the topic as soon as he mentioned you.“ He looks at you with sad eyes, watching your every reaction. “He did ask a lot about you. He still does actually from time to time but I think he finally understands that he’s not getting any information out of me regarding you.“

You concentrate your eyes on one specific point on the floor so you don't have to look at him. You don’t want him to see what inner turmoil you are going through right now, all of it triggered by three little words: “He still does…“.

He still asks about you. Does that mean there’s a possibility he still cares?

No.

You refuse to let a few pointless words poison your mind. You’ve come so far, you won’t let him mess all of that up now. And that’s exactly why you hate how your heart just skipped a beat as soon as Hoseok told you that.

“___?“ Hoseok’s voice suddenly gets you out of your thoughts again and you look at him with big eyes. “I want to apologize to you if that’s alright.“

You look at him for a while, deciding what to say but Hoseok isn’t done yet. “I should’ve been there for you too but I only stayed with Jimin. I mean to be fair, he was very fucked too, you know? But I should’ve made sure both of you are okay and not just one of you.“ He sighs, lowering his head in shame.

“It’s okay Hoseok. He’s your best friend after all.“ You say, trying to sound as careless as you can sound even though thinking back on these days really hurts you.

“You were my friend too.“ He immediately says, looking at you. “I wanted to reach out, I really wanted to but I somehow never…I never did it.“

You cross your arms in front of your chest to appear bigger because now he’s really pissing you off. How dare he? “I was all on my own at that time, do you even realize that?“ You say, voice getting louder. “Jimin had tons of friends who were there for him but me? I only had you. Or at least I thought I did but you didn’t call me once, you never texted you never showed up, nothing.“ You finish your little speech with a shaky breath but you refuse to let anything on you crumble.

Hoseok looks very guilty but he doesn’t dare to take his eyes off of you. He feels like he deserves to see the broken look in your eyes. This way he knows exactly what he did — or rather didn’t do.

“I tried to.“ He says. “I tried calling you the day your Father announced that you’re leaving Busan. I couldn’t believe it and I wanted to talk to you, maybe even stop you from leaving all so suddenly but well… You blocked my number.“

You frown, “Yeah. I blocked your number, Hoseok. After weeks of not hearing anything from you, I didn’t think you’d care.“ You carelessly answer, not letting him act like the victim here.

He stays quiet after that.

“I want to know the reason for your absence because I know it’s not Jimin. Yeah, he does have his flaws but he’d never tell you to stay away from me, would he?“ You keep a cold stare because you just need to know the answer.

To your relief, Hoseok shakes his head almost instantly. “No, he didn’t.“ He confirms, making you breathe out again. You didn’t even notice you held your breath in anticipation. “Honestly, I was too scared to see you after I messed up that night you two broke up.“ He sighs, “I should’ve gone after you to see if you needed something. You’re right, Jimin had a bunch of other people who were there for him and you didn’t even have someone to drive you home.“ He states, making you cringe by the memories of that night.

You had to walk home at one a.m. alone because no one offered to drive you and you were way too proud at that moment to ask any of Jimin’s friends and way too scared to ask one of the strangers.

“For the record, Jimin absolutely freaked when he found out how you’ve gotten home. He was sure one of the guys would drive you because he asked them to. He didn’t know that none of them did.“ Hoseok then says with a much quieter voice. “I know that isn’t of any help but he did care. He still does.“ And again, that stupid feeling in your chest. “And I care too. I felt like shit after everything came crashing down but I was in a bind. My two best friends broke up and I didn’t know what to do so I did the wrong thing and stayed with the one I knew longer than with the one who needed me most.“ He says.

“It’s okay.“ You sigh. “Everything was shit back then, your absence was just the cherry on top of it all.“ Shrugging, you comb your finger through your hair. You throw a desperate glance at your Father but he’s still on the phone so you have no other choice than to dedicate your attention back to Hoseok again.

“I hope you can forgive me.“ Hoseok reluctantly stretches his arm out for you to shake his hand. Since he already hugged you at the beginning of your meeting, this seems rather strange but you take it anyway. You’re tired of holding grudges and you really missed him. He made mistakes and so did you but there’s no need for you to keep being angry about it. Someone once told you that being able to forgive is part of moving on and even if you aren’t ready to forgive Jimin yet, you think forgiving Hoseok might be a start.

“I can forgive you, Hobi.“ You say, Making him almost instantly smile brightly and if you are not mistaken, there are even a few tears in his eyes.

“Thank you, ___. I promise you I’ll make it up to you.“ He finally gives you a hug again — a much gentler one this time — before he lets you go and simply looks at you.

“Seriously though, you look amazing. Seoul is treating you quite well, isn’t it?“ He says, booping your nose like he always did in the past.

“What should I say, I keep myself busy. I love my job, I like being creative while decorating my apartment, even though it took me some time to get used to living alone, you know?“ You tell him. “During my first night there, I suddenly realized that I never actually lived a day of my life alone. First I lived with my parents and then I went straight to living with Jimin. Isn’t that crazy?“ You babble because of your excitement, you don’t even grow sad even though you mentioned him unconsciously.

“Well, in this matter you are one step ahead of him.“ He says, making you confused. “Jimin moved in with me like three months after the breakup. At this point, he had already spent almost every night with me anyway so it didn’t make a lot of difference.“ He shrugs.

“Oh? How come?“ You ask, a little surprised by the new information.

“Well at first he just couldn’t bear to be alone and deal with everything on his own. I guess it was hard for him to be without you in the place he shared with you for so many years.“ He starts, making you regret your question. You kinda hoped you weren’t the only one affected by the breakup but hearing how he also seemed to struggle quite a lot, makes your stomach drop. “But you know him, he’s a social butterfly.“ Hobi laughs slightly, “He can’t be alone for long.“

You smile a little to yourself. Yes, that’s Jimin. Can’t be on his own for too long…

“Hey, ___?“ He suddenly asks, looking a little nervous again for whatever reason.

“Yeah?“ You say just as reluctantly.

“Can I tell him you’re in town?“ Well if that isn’t a surprise. “It’s okay if you don’t want that, I’ll keep it to myself then. It’s just that…“ He sighs, ruffling through his hair, “He really misses you. And I know he really wants to talk—“

“No.“

Your answer comes out like a pistol shot quick and deadly because as soon as it falls Hoseok is as silent as a grave.

“I’m sorry, Hobi but I don’t want that. I’m not ready for this confrontation and honestly? I don’t know if I’ll ever be.“ You say. “But no. I’m definitely not ready for it now.“ You emphasize again.

He immediately nods, looking at you with big eyes. “Yes, of course, I understand. I’m sorry I asked, that was pretty stupid of me and way too early.“ He apologizes.

“It’s okay, just please keep it to yourself. I’m leaving in a few days anyway.“ You make it clear, just to make sure that he won’t try anything. Even if you don’t think he would do that. There’s still always the possibility of him telling Jimin unintentionally.

Before he can say anything else to that, the door to your Father’s office is suddenly pushed open, revealing your Dad with a surprised look on his face. “Oh hey darling, I’m sorry. I had a call from a customer who insists on having his car repaired by tomorrow even though we have to empty the tank, repair the damage in the injection system and carry out an exhaust after-treatment, all while having to repair a bunch of other cars like what the hell?“ Your father suddenly breaks out into a fit of laughter, Hoseok following not long after meanwhile you just stand there without having any idea of what he just talked about.

“Oh boss, I would not be surprised if he wanted to have break fittings for half the price as well.“ Hoseok laughs loudly, wiping a tear from his eyes.

“You bet he did!“ Your father joins in.

You awkwardly laugh along, not really caring about their weird car jokes which you don’t get. “Alright then. So, I just came by to give you those snacks Mum apparently makes for you and the guys every Friday.“ You interrupt their laughter with a quiet plea to finally get out of here.

“Ah yes, your Mother is the best.“ Your Dad says, eyeing the bag you’re still holding in your hands.

You hand it over to him and smile, “So, I think I’m just gonna go home then. I’ve held Hobi long enough from work.“ You wink, already on your way out.

“Wait, you can eat with us if you want to.“ Your Dad calls out, holding you up. “I bet you and Hoseok have a lot to talk about and the other guys want to see you too!“

“Hobi and I already talked during those ten hours you were on the phone, Dad.“ You joke, looking at Hoseok who nods with his signature good-boy smile on his face which makes him seem oh so innocent.

“And that means…“ Your Dad throws a scrutinizing look between you and Hoseok, trying to see what the tension is like between you guys.

“We’re good, Dad.“ You say, rolling your eyes in a joking manner. “You and Mum can stop being concerned about me now and you can also stop trying to make excuses that would make me come here.“

Realizing you looked through their plans, your Father’s eyes grow bigger as he looks like a deer caught in headlights, “What?!“ He exclaims, pointing a finger at himself as if your assumption is totally out of this world.

“Don’t even try to deny it.“ You laugh. “It’s so obvious.“

“Well, at least it worked, didn’t it?“

“I’m very happy we got to sort things out, ___. Do you think we’ll meet again before you go back to Seoul?“ Hoseok interrupts.

You think about it for a moment. It would be nice to see him again and talk some more because there’s still a lot more you need to talk about. On the other side, you don't feel like your parents still need you immensely and you really miss your new home a lot more than you ever thought. Especially the people.

Taehyung sends you a photo this morning that showed Hyejin happily smiling at the camera, making a little peace sign and you instantly felt the need to call and talk to them. You really don’t think you can manage to stay away that much longer. It’s insane how quickly someone can grow on you and you’re not just talking about Hyejin.

“Sorry, I don’t think I’ll have the time to.“ You apologize, seeing his smile falter a little. “I’ll let you know next time I’m back, though. I promise!“

With these words, you say goodbye to them both and look for your way back outside.

Although you actually wanted to go back home to your Mum right away, you decide to go to another place before you return, even if it will take a few extra hours. It’s not like you don’t have time and have to be somewhere. Let's say it’s only for old time’s sake but you really felt the need to go there. So you actually find yourself driving down the busy Busan streets, heading to the one and only place you always hung out throughout your teenage and early adult years. That one significant spot at Ilgwang Beach.

You associate a lot with this place because it is the place where it all began and at the same time also the place where all of it ended. And if it isn’t clear by now “it“ defines you and Jimin’s relationship.

When you finally park your car and wander around the place that holds so many memories to you, it feels kinda strange. It takes you a few minutes to get to the spot you always hung out at and you’re surprised to see so many people here today.

It’s a crowded beach and today’s weather is pretty nice so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you and it doesn’t matter anyway because even if there are many people around, it doesn’t make this place any less intimate to you.

Coming to Busan may have opened a few wounds, but coming back to this place is absolutely indescribable. All of this looks exactly the same since the last time you’ve seen it. Of course, it does, a beach just doesn’t change overnight but it’s not just the looks. It’s the atmosphere, the smell, some familiar faces, the sound of Jimin’s laugh—

Wait. What?

You whip around in absolute horror as you hear the familiar laugh that you could immediately recognize among millions. And indeed, it’s Jimin, standing only a few meters away from you, surrounded by some of your old friends and some people you’ve never seen before.

So he still comes here then.

Your thoughts are running wild. You want to run before he sees you but your feet just won’t move. It’s all too much at that moment. Just the mere sight of him lets you freeze like a statue in an instant.

He looks incredibly good. It looks like he dyed his hair dark again after preferring to dye it blonde for years. It’s probably not that deep but you still ask yourself why he did it. Maybe he needed a change as well? Or maybe he just didn’t like the color anymore, idiot.

You see some guy say something to him and he has to laugh again and even though you know you should actually leave, this prospect just keeps you from it. He doesn’t look like he always did while laughing. He looks happy and he seems to enjoy himself but there’s something that doesn’t look quite right and you think it might be his eyes. He usually pinched them completely shut whenever he had to laugh wholeheartedly. He doesn’t do it now.

Maybe whatever the guy said just wasn’t that funny. Or maybe he isn’t fully healed yet either.

Your emotions go from shocked to hurt, to even more shocked and finally angry because fucking hell. Why does he look so good while simply standing there with a beer can in his hand and a shirt that’s not even buttoned up?

Right when you can feel your legs again and start to slowly turn around, he seems to feel your eyes on him because that’s the exact moment he slightly turns his head and his eyes meet yours.

And after a few seconds — that feel like actual hours — of staring at each other in pure shock, you decide to be an awkward coward and make a run for it. You hastily push through all the people that stand in your way, afraid to not make it to your car in time. You don’t dare to look back once but you think you can hear him calling your name.

And you’re right. if you were to look back now, you would see how Jimin tries with all his might to push himself through the people as fast as possible in hopes of catching you before you can run away. He tries everything in his power to get you to stop. He pushes people away — maybe sometimes even a little too hard but he really couldn’t care less right now — and calls your name like a maniac, making everyone in his hear-sight look at him as if he’s crazy but he also doesn’t care about that. He has one goal and that’s to stop you before you leave his sight. Again.

However, you act like you’re running for your life, pretend you aren't meant by all the calls of your name and try to cheat your way into the thickest crowds of people so that he somehow loses you. It finally seems to work out when his voice begins to sound more distant and you allow yourself to breathe again.

When you reach your car and speed away, you risk a single look in the rearview mirror, seeing him reach the parking lot and hastily looking around for you. He probably doesn’t know your car though because your parents bought a new one since you broke up so he doesn’t connect the dots — to your luck.

The last thing you see before you force yourself to look away, is him kicking something that looks like a can with the most furious but also hurt expression you have ever seen on his face. It scratches something deep inside of you. You have never felt so horrible before.

As you drive away, you can’t think of anything else. It’s actually a miracle how you haven’t crashed yet since you’re on autopilot.

That was a close one. You definitely dodged a bullet there.

But even if he didn’t catch you, he still knows you’re here now and that’s what bothers you. All that’s left for you now is that Hoseok actually keeps quiet about it because you don’t think Jimin has the balls to come knocking on your parent’s door — your Dad would literally chase him with a baseball bat — but you also don’t want him to try and talk to you. And judging by the way he kept following you like a maniac, he definitely seeks a talk.

It is remarkable how well Taehyung managed to learn to read you in such a short time.

Since the second you picked up his call, he could see on your face that something wasn’t right. Although you try to wear a big smile as always, while Hyejin tells you about her day with her beloved uncle Joon, Taehyung can see clearly that there is something else behind your eyes. And that something is definitely bothering you.

You’re enjoying her stories; you laugh loudly when she tells you how Namjoon and her had a karaoke Monday on a Friday and how he was so bad at it, a neighbor actually knocked on his door to complain about the noise; you clap and compliment her when she sings you her new favorite song from some pop-star, whose name Taehyung didn't even bother to remember and you grin brightly when Hyejin starts to party hard after you told them both you’ll be back tomorrow in the afternoon. But your eyes don’t show the happiness they usually carry in them and Taehyung spends the entire 30 minutes of your conversation trying to figure out what might be going on. He doesn’t want to ask in from of Hyejin though. He figures you might not want to talk about it while she’s still around so he patiently waits until it’s her bedtime to talk to you.

“Alright, what’s up?“ He bombards you as soon as you exchanged your goodnight wishes with Hyejin and he left her room, closing the door and only leaving it a crack open.

He’s not surprised to see you react rather baffled to his straight-up question and he also expected you to downplay it and lo and behold that’s exactly what happens: “What are you talking about? Nothing’s up, I’m fine.“ You obviously lie, resulting in him raising a brow in question, piercing you with his dark eyes.

“___, don’t lie to me, please. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but you can tell me the truth.“ Taehyung says with worry showing on his face.

When you see how serious he is, you feel ashamed of your lie and sigh slightly as you rub your eyes in exhaustion. “I know, sorry.“ You look down, “It’s just… It’s nothing serious, it’s silly. You’ll think I’m childish.“

Taehyung frowns after your confession, straightening up and looking at you intently. “Okay first of all, how can it be childish or silly when it’s obviously bothering you so much, you’re coming home tomorrow while you told us just yesterday you won’t come home until next week. Second of all, Jungkook came running to me yesterday full of joy just to show me a booger that he had just pulled out of his nose because it was, and I quote: “The biggest I've ever seen until now, Tae!” so if you want me to think you're childish, you've got to come up with something pretty good because you’re competing against a true king here.“

And for the first time today, he gets an overall real laugh out of you, making him prouder than it probably should and a huge grin appears on his face.

“Literally why is he like that?“ You ask rhetorically. “Ah man, I know I said it like a hundred times within the last week but I truly miss you guys.“ You sigh.

“We miss you too. All of us.“ Taehyung says becoming a little thoughtful. He can see you don’t feel as ashamed anymore but he still wishes he could be there with you right now. He can’t give you as much comfort as he’d like by only talking through a camera.

“So… You’re right. Something is bothering me but to be honest with you, I really don’t want to talk about it right now.“ You tell him a little ashamed you have to turn him down. Taehyung doesn’t look upset though. He really just wanted for you to know that you can tell him if you want to. Right now, you don’t want to and that’s fine. He won’t bother you then.

To your relief, he only offers you an understanding smile that doesn’t show a hint of judgment and makes you feel better about yourself in an instant.

“Alright. As long as you’re okay, I’m not going to invest any further.“ He promises, warming your heart with his kindness. “When are you going to be at the train station?“ He then asks, changing the subject.

You think about it for a moment, trying to do the maths in your head, “As long as everything works as planned, probably around three p.m.“ You say, checking again on your phone for confirmation.

Taehyung nods, “Okay, Hyejin and I will come to get you, is that alright?“ He states rather than asking but it doesn’t matter because you like the idea a lot. You hadn’t asked Yoongi yet if he’d have the time to come get you but you figured he’d have to work and telling him now would be too short term.

“Sounds great, thanks Tae!“ You grin. He looks happy when he hears you agree and just simply smiles at you. You feel like you could keep on talking to him for hours but you suddenly see how late it is on your laptop and gasp a little because you didn’t intend for it to get so late today. “Sorry, don’t be mad but I think I should actually go and sleep because I want to leave early tomorrow and I don’t want to fall asleep on the train.“ You tell him.

You feel like he looked a little upset for a moment but you quickly shake it off, thinking you’re just seeing things. He probably wanted to tell you something more and you feel bad that you only talked about you now but you hope he understands. At least you two can talk face to face tomorrow.

“Alright, sleep tight, ___. See you tomorrow.“ He says, voice growing quieter as he is also getting quite tired.

“Goodnight Taehyung.“ You wave through the screen, making him laugh quietly but he copies the silly action before he sees you smile one last time and turn your camera off.

Taehyung sighs quietly, he would have liked to talk to you a little longer but if he has to give up on a few more minutes of conversation for you to come home sooner, he’ll gladly accept it. It’s a great deal after all.

This night, Taehyung falls asleep with a smile on his face. He doesn't mean to sound cheesy, but hearing you say that he will see you again tomorrow and even pick you up has improved his mood a lot. Now he just hopes that whatever torments you will be forgotten in no time as soon as you are with them again.

Copyright © 2021 jananakookie please do not repost, and thank you for reading :)

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Inside Your Wires - Chapter 1

Pairing: Human!Connor x Android!Reader

Summary: Assigned all cases involving android-related crimes, saddled with a prototype that follows him around like a plastic puppy, Detective Connor Anderson knows this must be karma for all the bad shit he’s ever done.

He thought he'd hit rock bottom, that he didn't have much left to lose, but he's proven wrong by the android sent by CyberLife. And Connor learns just how much further he can fall.

Prompt: For the @dbhau-bigbang​ 2020 challenge!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, fantasy bigotry, violence, brief noncon elements, angst with a happy ending

AO3

(Story moodboard by @uh-kitty-got-wet​​)

November 5th, 2038

Friday 11:21PM

The whiskey was harsh and burned like liquid fire as it slid down his throat. He dropped the shot glass onto the bar top and closed his eyes and savored the bloom of the cheap booze warming his chest. The music from the old jukebox behind him belted out tunes that would have been considered outdated when the place opened.

It was like this most nights. He was alone, exhausted, and well on his way to a pleasant buzz. The one thing Connor had going for him was that he hadn’t started in on his third drink until 11 PM.

That had to be some kind of record. On a Friday night, he was usually shitfaced by 10. Call it the long hours he’d been working, or maybe the fact he felt more self-loathing than usual, he’d somehow managed to hold off on spiraling until nearly midnight.

Definitely a record. And Connor deserved to celebrate.

When he tipped the glass with one finger and caught Jimmy’s eye, he nearly looked away in shame. The bartender had never given him shit before, at least in a verbal sense, but the cool stare he gave Connor now made him want to crawl into a hole and die there.

But Jimmy didn’t say a word, just gave him another dose of poison and turned away, leaving Connor in relative peace to enjoy the game. Denton Carter was kicking ass tonight, so at least there was that.

It was all going beautifully until the door opened and the sound of rain echoed throughout the tiny bar, along with a distinct smell of wet asphalt and dirty concrete. Out of the corner of his eye, Connor saw two of the other regulars shift in their seats to stare at the newcomer.

Not another regular, then. And by how lengthy the stares were and the sudden shift in atmosphere, Connor guessed the barometric pressure had taken a drop due to a pair of long legs and pretty eyes.

Turning his body only far enough to get a glance for himself, Connor was not disappointed, eyeing the stranger from their black dress shoes, up their shapely legs clad in dark jeans, past curvy hips and—

Oh.

Connor turned back in his seat, hunched over and grimacing in disgust, put there by the sight of a blue triangle on a lapel and a glowing armband around one arm. He hadn’t even needed to look higher for the LED to know what the fuck had just waltzed into the joint like it actually belonged there.

He nursed his whiskey, praying the thing would pass him by and leave him the fuck alone. Or better yet, Jimmy would throw it out.

No such luck, of course.

“Detective Anderson,” spoke a smooth, raspy voice to his right. “I’m the YN800 model sent by CyberLife.”

He elected to ignore it. Maybe if he did so for long enough, it would take the hint and go away.

Again, Connor’s luck was not holding out.

“I called your cell phone, but you didn’t answer,” the voice continued, unimpeded. “I then looked for you at the station after checking your home, but you weren’t there either. Your colleagues indicated you tended to frequent the bars in the area, and I was fortunate to find you at the fifth one.”

His eye twitched. This thing had gone to his apartment?

“Well, here I am,” he answered, dry and caustic as he stared straight ahead at the wall of bottles. He calculated how angry Jimmy would be if he took out his service pistol and shot it through the head.

Pretty angry, Connor decided. It would probably leave a stain. Also, he didn’t want to compensate some asshole company for property damage.

“What do you want?” he finally growled, scratching his nail into the bar top already marred with various scuffs and dings.

“You were assigned a case earlier this evening. A homicide.”

Already, a headache was forming between the eyes at the sound of the android’s irritatingly friendly voice.

“Yeah, and?”

“It involved a CyberLife android,” it said in that same smooth inflection. “In accordance with procedure, the company has allocated a specialized model to assist investigators.”

You have to be shitting me.

Connor grit his teeth and clenched his glass tighter, a flush of heat moving through him that had nothing to do with his blood alcohol content. A fucking android was sent to help cops do their job?

Fuck that, and fuck this hunk of junk.

“Good for them,” he answered as he tipped the glass up to his lips. “I couldn’t give less of a shit. Now get the fuck out of my face. We don’t need any help, especially from a plastic pair of tits like you.”

He should have known that wasn’t the end of it. The android spoke again, adopting a tone of what it had probably been programmed as “sympathetic.”

“I understand you may be experiencing reluctance to having an android’s assistance in this matter, but I am—“

“—ruining a perfectly good evening, butting your nose where it doesn’t belong and sure as fuck isn’t welcome.”

Connor put his glass down harder on the bar top than he meant to, nearly spilling his drink.

“I suggest you leave before I void your warranty.”

Connor thought the machine got the message when it finally went silent. He could even see its mood ring spinning yellow out of the corner of his eye before it settled on that annoying placid blue.

He’d just brought the glass halfway to his lips when it said, “I’m sorry, Detective, but I must insist.”

Connor set the glass back down and started to count to ten. He couldn’t lose it now, he’d promised Jimmy he wouldn’t break anything else after the last brawl he’d gotten into.

But the fucking thing just kept on talking.

“My instructions stipulate that I have to accompany you.”

“You know where you can stick your instructions?” Connor growled before downing the glass of whiskey.

It was a good thing he had, because its next words made him choke on spit.

“No. Where?”

Connor set the glass down, and for the first time that evening, fully turned toward the android and stared at it.

The damn thing was staring back, head slightly tilted like a curious puppy. It had large eyes to match the image too, earnest and innocent and entirely too sincere. Its attire at second glance wasn’t the typical android faire. A smooth grey android jacket and a dark, patterned tie marked it as something different. Unique.

And just a little too pretty. Every designed, group-focused imperfection on its face made it that much more appealing. Its hair was neatly coifed, pulled up and pinned behind its head, exposing the smooth curve of its neck.

Hanging down the left side of its face was a strategically-placed lock of hair that Connor immediately want to twirl his finger around. He suspected that was the point.

The further down Connor’s eyes traveled, the more he lost his train of thought. The perfectly sensible tie was lying on the slope of its breasts, something even the jacket couldn’t cover. Why the fuck androids had breasts to begin with, Connor couldn’t begin to fathom, and it seemed even more ludicrous now seeing them on a “specialized model.”

The android hadn’t moved apart from its artificial breathing, another thing about the machines that was uncanny. They weren’t human, and the fact CyberLife kept trying to pass them off as such was a goddamn insult to humanity.

He met the thing’s eye, gave an unimpressed huff, and went back to nursing his drink. If the fucking tin can didn’t understand a dirty innuendo, he certainly wasn’t going to ruin its pristine, virginal programming.

Connor doubted everything that had just gone through his head as those unnecessarily realistic tits were pressed against his elbow, without warning or any sense of decency or a concept of personal space.

“How about this, Detective?”

Connor fumbled, nearly spilling his drink, a massive what the fuck! warning flashing in his head as the machine pressed closer.

“I’ll buy you another drink, on the house. Surely that’s worth a few minutes of your time? And if not, you can send me on my way.”

Connor couldn’t speak with that voice right into his ear like a close confidant, sultry and low and borderline pornographic, so it was a good thing the android didn’t bother waiting for a response.

Instead, it turned to Jimmy and said in a louder, more normal tone, “Bartender, another round for the detective, please.”

Jimmy turned from where he was cleaning glasses on the counter, eyebrows shooting upward as he looked from the machine to Connor. It had backed up a few inches, but there were a lot of reflective bottles on the wall. Connor wondered just how much Jimmy had seen.

Connor gave a little helpless shrug as if to say, Don’t look at me, I don’t know what the fuck it’s doing!

But when the damn thing actually brought out real paper money and set it on the counter, Jimmy got moving. Seemed he wasn’t picky about where his money came from, and Connor almost resented the fact he hadn’t thrown the android out on principle.

Who the hell gave it money in the first place? CyberLife? What, did they hand it a few bucks of allowance before letting it off its leash?

Despite all his reservations, and there were a great many of them, Connor was not about to turn down a free drink. Or two.

“Make it a double,” he grumbled, purposefully avoiding the android’s focused gaze. He could practically feel the thing staring into the side of his head, but at least it remained at a distance and wasn’t pressed against his side like a drunk, horny badge bunny anymore.

“Thanks, Jim.” Connor took the glass and tipped it back, drowning it in one go. The slide of the familiar burn down his throat, spreading throughout his limbs, did quite a lot to help ease the tension in his muscles.

He released a heavy exhale, pushed away from the bar, and got to his feet.

“You want to play plastic cop? Okay, then. Keep up,” he said, tilting his head in its direction without actually looking at it. “Or I’m leaving your ass behind.”

Connor didn’t wait for a response, only raised his hand in parting to Jimmy, and pushed open the door to let the rain-drenched Detroit night swallow him whole. But even through the sound of the rain pinging off the hood of his nearby car he could hear the even footfalls behind him, just a little too close for comfort.

Fucking androids.

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FORGIVENESS IS NOT A GAME - CHAPTER 14

Author: bbhkjiexofics Genre: romance, fluff, angst, slice of life, smut, slow burn Warnings: signs of PTSD, domestic abuse, alcohol abuse, strong language, violence, sexual content Au: Idol!Au Pairing: Jongin x Reader (feat. EXO members) Word count: 9.2k

A/N: Buckle up, people

Masterlist Series Mini-Masterlist

CHAPTER 14

You couldn’t get the words of the detective out of your head.

“At the end of the day, it’s your life. It’s your decision. Don’t let other people, not even those that love you the most, make you forget that.”

After Detective Hajoon left, you went straight up to your room for some peace and quiet. You couldn’t really deal with the tension surrounding you when you were in the same room as the boys, especially since Jongin hasn’t come back home yet and it’s been almost an hour and a half.

You were left to contemplate about the decision all on your own. Everyone was left confused and worried about why you would even entertain the detective’s idea of potentially risking your safety.

But to be honest, it was the idea of abiding by Rowoon’s request to actually see you and meet up with you that irked them. They didn’t want to give Rowoon the satisfaction that he’s won. They didn’t want to hand you over like a dish on a silver platter.

They thought that you would at least put up a fight like you usually did – not wanting to go anywhere near Rowoon and find other ways to get him back behind bars.

But at this point, you were desperate and exhausted. You didn’t know what else you could possibly do to rid him out of your life permanently other than this idea. Because it did make sense. If even the police weren’t sure where he was hiding, how could they possibly get him?

The only way to get to Rowoon was through you and the boys, especially Jongin, have been continuously trying to be the barriers between you and him.

Of course it was too much. It was unfair that you had to be the one to be the bait. But maybe this time the only way to have him disappear is if you listen to what he has to say.

If you wanted to get your life back, you had to take it back.

You hear a knock and you curl up tighter underneath your blanket, not bothering to acknowledge whoever was on the other side of the door.

Your bedroom door opens and Jongin finds you on your bed. He felt guilty about his outrage earlier but he couldn’t contain it. He couldn’t bear the thought of you putting yourself in danger. Whether or not the police were gonna have some things in place to keep you safe, it wasn’t enough for him.

In his head, the only one that can keep you safe is him by your side.

Jongin clears his throat to catch your attention but he’s still met with your unmoving form.

He sighs as he sits at the foot of your bed, slowly reaching out to place a hand on your leg but still, you chose to ignore him.

How Jongin reacted awhile ago was disappointing and frightening for you. Even though you didn’t say yes to the plan and just said you’d think about it, he already blew up right away. And to be honest, the way his anger changes him has been starting to cloud your mind and judge whether or not he’ll ever be able to control his heated emotions.

This won’t be the first time you will be faced with situations that will leave you both angry and frustrated so it’s only normal for you to be second-guessing yourself with how Jongin could potentially handle unwanted issues and situations regarding you and your relationship in the future.

You’ve already had your fair share of angry boyfriend drama in the past. You did not want to go through that again.

“I’m sorry.” You hear him whisper.

Silence.

Jongin sighs and gives your leg a little squeeze, begging to receive any attention from you, “Love, please look at me.”

Silence.

When he still didn’t get any response, he just proceeded with his explanation. This was exactly what he was trying to avoid – fucking things up. And he knew that his anger got the best of him again.

“When Junmyeon hyung and Yixing hyung came after me, I was still so consumed with anger. I didn’t like the idea one bit and the fact that we weren’t on the same page about it was one thing but the fact that you were even entertaining the idea of seeing him just made me snap.” He swallowed and looked at you, wanting to see your pretty little eyes but when you still chose to look at the wall and not him, he felt his heart break a little.

Jongin moved to lay beside you on your bed, slowly curling up behind you as he snaked his arm around your waist. You didn’t stop him, you didn’t retract away from his touch. You simply let him. Because one, you couldn’t really resist Jongin’s touch and two, you wanted to hear the rest of his explanation before you even bothered to open your mouth.

You felt his breath at the nape of your neck, making you sigh and flutter your eyes closed. It was so hard to stay mad at him. It was so tempting to just turn around and hug him and kiss him and let him know that you forgive him and everything was going to be okay.

But you choose to stand your ground. You can’t let someone get away with these things anymore. Even if that person is the love of your life.

“I’m sorry if I scared you, baby.. I didn’t realize that my reaction could’ve made you feel that way. It was only when Junmyeon and Yixing told me about how you reacted when I walked away was when I snapped out of it. I wanted to run back to the house to hug you and apologize but they didn’t let me. They wanted me to cool down completely and clear my head before coming up here to talk to you.”

He was struggling with his words. It was hard for him to continue when you couldn’t even look at him. Were you that scared of him that you can’t even look him in the eyes?

“Do you hate me?” You could hear the wavering in his voice and it made your chest tighten.

You sighed and moved your hand to lay it on top of his that was wrapped around your waist. “No. I don’t hate you, Jongin.”

“Then why can’t you look at me?”

You moved your body so that your back was now flat on the mattress as your eyes stared up at the ceiling. You didn’t want to look at Jongin yet because if you did, you wouldn’t be able to stand a chance. You would forgive him right then and there and you knew that forgiving him that easily would just lead him to do it again and again.

“You scared me, Jongin..”

He sighed and moved his head to nestle in the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent. He hated how he made you feel. He hated to be the reason you felt frightened.

“I didn’t mean it, baby-“

“You never mean to, Jongin. But you still do it. When you get angry, all you see is red and you can’t control how you react. It makes me worry…”

He pulls away to try and look at your face. You held an unreadable expression that he wasn’t used to and it made him petrified about what exactly you meant.

“What do you mean you’re worried? Are you scared that I’m going to hurt you? Baby, I would never-“

“That’s what I thought with Rowoon.” You cut him off with your brutal honesty.

You never want to compare Rowoon with Jongin because they are definitely two different people and they are miles apart. But when Jongin lets his anger get the best of him, you can’t help but be reminded of your past.

It scared you and it made you think if you were being pulled back into a similar situation.

Jongin felt hurt that you would even put his and Rowoon’s name in the same sentence.

“You know I’m nothing like him, Y/n.” He sat up straighter as he faced you head on now. There was nowhere left for you to hide as your eyes met his – his orbs filled with hurt and dejection from what you just said.

“Can you blame me for thinking that?” You challenged.

He closed his eyes as he released a heavy breath. You felt guilty about making that comment but you couldn’t afford to not be honest with him. You couldn’t afford to risk going back to how your life used to be when you were with Rowoon.

“What if one day you get so consumed by your anger that you direct it all on me? What then?” Your voice cracked at the thought of Jongin possibly hurting you.

You never really thought your mind could go that dark and think of him in that way but you were too traumatized by your past to not let these types of things creep in.

Your heart was telling you that Jongin could never lay a hand on you but your mind was telling you that all men were the same – whether they were the love of your life or not.

He gets up from the bed and starts pacing across your room. His hands run through his hair as he tries to control his breathing. He felt so hurt that you would ever think of him in that light.

He would never ever hurt you. He was not that type of person.

He stopped pacing and stood still at the foot of your bed. His hands rested on his hips as he gave you a steely gaze, “You really think I’m capable of doing that to you? Do you think I’m anything like him?”

With the way that he was trying his best to control the tremble in his voice and the way he was breathing heavily, you knew you struck a nerve and you wished that you could just take everything you said back.

How could your Jongin do that to you? How could you even put him and Rowoon in the same category?

You regretted your words but you were also fueled by your fear.

You were torn. Were you right or were you wrong?

You didn’t know how to answer him so you just sat up on your bed and looked down at your hands.

Your lack of response allowed Jongin to ask again, “Y/n, do you?”

You can feel your chest constrict as you look up at him. His eyes were misty and they were filled with offense. You hated that you hurt him.

You didn’t have it in you to use your voice so you shook your head instead. You just wanted to run to him and give him a warm embrace. You wanted to apologize and take back the hurtful words you said and the accusation that you didn’t mean to let out.

Your mind was filled with so many confusing thoughts that it was becoming so overwhelming; overwhelming enough to let your eyes sting and your breath hitch.

Jongin didn’t want to make you cry anymore. He wanted to understand what was running through your mind and at the same time continue to apologize for the way he made you feel.

For him, it wasn’t the accusation of him being like Rowoon that stung but it was the fact that his actions led you to think that he was anything like that monster.

He loves you. He will never hurt you the way he did and he hated the fact that his actions weren’t proving that.

Jongin moved to sit beside you on the bed. He held your chin between his thumb and index finger so that he could analyze your face – the bags under your eyes, the tears threatening to spill, your chapped lips, and your creased brows. You looked exhausted and he wanted nothing more than to ease your pain and distress away.

“I’m sorry I scared you, love. I really am. I know that my anger can get the best of me sometimes and when it comes to you, it’s the hardest to control. I know I have a long way to go and I’m not perfect whatsoever but I am trying.. I hope you can see that.”

You close your eyes as you listen to the sincerity of his words. It made you feel horrible for even comparing him to Rowoon.

Jongin was Jongin. The only one for you. The love of your life.

He would never hurt you the way Rowoon did and you felt like shit for allowing that thought to even enter your mind.

You let your head rest on his shoulder, seeking for his warmth, “I’m sorry too, Jongin.. I’m sorry for comparing you to him. I know you’re not like him. I was just scared-“

“I know you are, baby.. And I’m sorry if what I did didn’t help get rid of that fear at all. But one thing is for sure,” He pulled you away from him so he could look at you in the eyes, “I will never hurt you the way he did. I’m nothing like him and I’ll work my damn hardest every single day to make you see that.”

His voice did not waver at all. The earnestness and confidence that laced his words made you feel so secure, so assured.

It made you feel stupid for having even doubt this man.

“So does that mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?” You whispered.

He chuckled lightly as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear, “Love, I was never mad at you. I was just upset about the idea of you possibly going anywhere near him but that doesn’t mean I was mad at you..”

“Then will you be mad at me if I go on with the plan then?” You were scared to ask but this needed to be discussed right now while you were still on the topic.

He sighed as he traced your lips with his thumb, “I won’t be happy, that’s for sure.” He looks up at your weary eyes before continuing, “I just want you to think about it more, okay? If you still want to do it then I have to be part of the plan too. I can’t just sit here and watch. I want to be there with you and make sure you’re okay with my own eyes.”

You felt a little relieved by his words. At least he didn’t say that he would be mad at you. He was willing to compromise just so you could possibly do it. Which made you happy that he was willing to try for you.

You nod your head in response and give him a small smile, “Okay, I’ll think about it some more and you’ll be the first to know whatever I decide.”

Jongin reciprocates your small and kisses your forehead softly, “That’s my girl.”

You giggle, “I love you, Jongin.”

“I love you, baby. So much.”

You feel a gentle kiss to your temple and it makes you stir as you fight to slowly open your eyes.

“Sorry love, did I wake you?” You hear Jongin whisper as your vision clears.

You breathe in his cologne and it has you smiling, “It’s okay. What time is it?”

“5:45. I have to leave soon.”

You sit up straighter and reach your arms up towards him, silently requesting for a hug which he happily gives you.

“Do you really have to go this early?” You pout when he pulls away.

You see that Jongin is dressed in a simple black tee, a denim jacket, and ripped jeans. He was absolutely too gorgeous this early in the morning. It wasn’t fair.

He chuckles at your whiny state, “Yes, love. But I’ll be back before you know it, okay?”

“Okay.” You sigh, “I’ll come with you downstairs.”

You, Kyungsoo, and Yixing wave Jongin, Junmyeon, Minseok, and Jongdae goodbye as they enter the van. The other three boys were still snoozing in their own bedrooms.

“What time will they be back?” Yixing asks.

“Maybe before dinner, depends on the traffic. But I do know that Jongdae isn’t gonna ride with them going home as planned. He asked Manager Youngmin to drive him back here tomorrow morning so he can spend the night with Haneun.” You reply.

The two nod their heads towards you before they go to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast while you go to the stables and go about your morning routine.

The house feels empty already without Jongin. You guess this is what it’ll be like when the boys have to leave next week.

It’s dreading to think about and you can’t help but feel sad that your time together is coming to an end. On top of that, you still haven’t decided about the option the detective offered you a few days ago.

Based on Rowoon’s letter, Friday was in two days so you basically only have until the end of the day to decide and let the detective know so they have enough time to prepare as well.

You try and push it to the back of your mind for now. This morning, all your focus was on your horses. You hope that maybe a morning ride with Blue could help clear your head and help you decide on what to do.

“How are you feeling, Jongin?” His therapist asks.

Traffic wasn’t as bad as the boys have presumed so he was able to get to therapy earlier and squeeze in a trip to the salon after. His hair needed treatment badly, the blonde-gray hair wasn’t working for him anymore and he longed to get back to his natural hair color soon.

Jongin wondered how your reaction will be to his new look.

He was always thinking of you and if he didn’t let the thought of being apart from you bother him before, it was definitely bothering him now that you were actually apart even just for a day.

He understood your worry once they had to leave your home after their vacation. It was dawning on him too.

And as he was too consumed with the thoughts of you, his therapist had to clear his throat to get Jongin’s attention once more, “Jongin? How are you feeling?”

Jongin snaps out of it and shakes his head, giving his therapist his full attention now, “S-sorry. Uh, I’m good. Been feeling better now.”

“That’s great. Well, today is just gonna be the final checkup and assessment for your ankle so it won’t take that long. Judging from how it’s looking so far, you’re basically 100% healed.”

This made Jongin sigh with relief. He hasn’t really felt his ankle act up anymore ever since their vacation started.

Maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t really thinking of his injury and all his thoughts were on you that made him heal faster.

Again, he has you to thank for a lot of things.

After they gave him an all-clear for his ankle, Jongin called up Junmyeon and Minseok who were at SM’s headquarters to attend a few meetings regarding the upcoming comeback where preparations had to start as soon as the boys got back from their vacation.

“I’m good to go!!!” Jongin shouted through the phone as soon as he got in the van on the way now to the salon.

“We’re happy for you, Jongin! We’re still at SM’s headquarters so we can meet up as soon as you’re done at the salon then we can have a quick bite before we head back to Y/n’s.” Junmyeon said.

“Sound great! See you then, hyung.” Jongin hangs up and dials you next.

“Love! I got the all-clear!” He tells you excitedly.

He hears your giggle and he feels more than 100%, he feels 1000% now that he can finally hear your voice, “That’s great, Jongin! I’m so happy for you!”

“Thank you, baby. I’m just on the way now to head to the salon before I meet up with Minseok hyung and Junmyeon hyung.”

“Salon? What are you gonna do there?”

He chuckles, “You’ll see.”

“Kim Jongin, I swear to God if you come back here with rainbow-colored hair like Sehun, I will escort you out of the house myself.” You try to threaten but he can still hear the smile in your voice.

“As if. Whether I have rainbow-colored hair, a mohawk, or am bald, you’d still love me.” He teased.

You sigh through the phone, “Tell me why I love you again?”

“Because I’m funny, caring, sweet, adorable, handsome and I’m the love of your life?” He says with confidence.

You sigh in content, “Yes. You’re right.” Jongin can’t help the huge smile plastered on his face and the butterflies in his belly only wanted him to jump up for joy but he was constricted within the confines of the van.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Jongin.” He can hear just how giddy you are and he can’t help but feel overjoyed to be the reason you are smiling right now. Even if he can’t see you, he knows that you’re sporting the smile that he loves where your eyes turn like crescents and crinkles appear at the sides with your smile practically reaching your ears.

“Tell me about your day, love. What have you been doing?”

“Just finished helping Kyungsoo clean up after lunch. Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Sehun want to chill in the stables later and Kyungsoo and Yixing are gonna babysit the twins later.” You laugh.

“Oh God, Kyungsoo hyung and Yixing hyung babysitting?”

You giggle, “I know right. But hey, they volunteered since Aunt Yuna needed help while Uncle Jae runs errands today.”

“Okay. Well, I can’t wait to hear how that will go.” Jongin chuckles in bemusement, imagining the stories that’ll come out of that babysitting gig will definitely cause a lot of laughs over dinner tonight.

The van stops in front of the salon but Jongin doesn’t want to drop the call just yet. He was already missing you terribly.

You overhear the driver let Jongin know that they’ve arrived, “You gotta go now?” Your tone has obviously turned gloomy.

Jongin sighs, “Yeah, baby. But hey, I’ll be home before you know it, okay?”

“Okay..”

He can hear your dejected tone, “Come on, smile for me? I don’t want to hang up with you being sad.”

You try and force a smile as you respond, “Don’t get rainbow-colored hair please. And don’t go bald.”

He laughs and hearing it instantly brightens up your mood, “No promises, baby.” He teases.

You roll your eyes, “Ugh, just get your ass back here as soon as possible, Kim Jongin.”

“That, I can do.” He giggles before you both exchange ‘I love you’s’ and hang up.

“I’ll be back in no time, Yeollie!”

You have been trying to persuade the boys to let you go into town on your own just to run a few errands. You didn’t want to let them know where exactly you were going since it was going to be a surprise.

You wanted to buy some souvenirs for the boys and some gear for Sehun and Chanyeol just so they could have their own and not have to borrow yours all the time and continuously adjust every time they had to ride one of your horses.

It’s the least you could do after all they’ve done for you. Plus, you needed to buy Jongin a gift too even if you still had no clue how you could top the beautiful bracelet he gave you.

“No, sweets. If Jongin finds out that we let you go to town on your own, he’s gonna kill us. He may be one of the youngest but I’d rather not get on his bad side.” Chanyeol tells you in a dismissive tone.

You pout and whine, “I’m not a kid! I’ll let Jongin know myself, you guys won’t be in trouble. And besides, I’ll be back right away, I promise!”

The boys look at each other warily, not sure whether or not they could let you go off on your own with Rowoon still on the loose. You were right to say that you weren’t a kid anymore and holding you hostage in your own home didn’t sit well with them either.

Yixing sighs, being the oldest right now, he can make the final say, “Fine. But you have to text one of us every 30 minutes just so we know you’re okay.”

You roll your eyes at his request but if that’s the only way that they could get off your back about going out then you’ll take it.

“Deal.”

You hurry over to your car before any of them could stop you and take back their decision. You shoot Jongin a quick text knowing that he’s probably busy in the salon to let him know that you’ll be out of the house only for a bit.

You had to fight the anxiety creeping in on being off on your own but it’ll just be a quick trip, right? What’s the harm in that? Besides, there’ll be lots of people in town so you won’t feel as isolated in the shops.

Jongin was already settled in the salon when he received your text that you were going to go out into town alone.

The feeling was unsettling for him, to say the least. Especially with Rowoon out and about, he can’t help but feel worried and anxious about the situation. However, he did tell you that he was going to try to control his emotions better when it comes to these things so surprisingly to you, he texted back with just saying to be safe and to not forget to update him from time to time.

You were shocked to see Jongin’s calm reaction but you were thankful, nonetheless. You appreciated the trust he gave and it made you more confident in going into town alone.

Midway through Jongin’s time at the salon, he received a call from his mother to which he chose to ignore, again.

She must’ve found out that he was back in Seoul for the day so she didn’t miss her chance to bombard his phone with calls and messages.

He sighed as his phone continues to ring and he’s tempted to just turn off his phone completely if it weren’t for him waiting for your updates.

Thinking of you made him remember your talk last week about trying to mend things with his family. He wasn’t ready, and you knew that but what you said kept creeping up in his mind.

“It doesn’t have to be now but the more you prolong it, the more distance you’re putting between yourself and your family.”

He stares at the caller ID on his screen and he lets out an audible groan before finally pressing the green answer button.

To say that his mom was surprised that he picked up was an understatement because for a few seconds, neither of them were speaking.

Jongin grew impatient though, “Why did you call, mom?” He couldn’t hide the annoyance in his voice.

“Son, I heard you're back in the city-“

“I’m leaving in a few hours.” he cut her off almost immediately.

He couldn’t help but feel guilty about his tone, it wasn’t like he was exactly in bad terms with her, it was just really his sister that he was angry with but the fact that his mother has been so pushy with getting them to reconcile has made him snap at her more often than not.

She was still his mother after all but then again, the hurt he felt because of his family was embedded deeper than the guilt he was feeling at the moment.

“Can we at least meet up before you leave? I haven’t seen you in so long, Jongin..” Her voice trails off on the other end of the line.

“I’m busy. I don’t have the time.” Jongin kept his replies curt.

He hears her sigh, “Please? Give your mother at least five minutes to see her son.”

Jongin felt his heart constrict at the sound of her voice. He hated hurting her like this and on top of that, he could hear your voice in his head telling him to go see her.

So with a hesitant tone, he agrees. “Five minutes. I’ll meet you at the coffee shop at SM’s building in an hour.”

Before his mother could even respond, he hangs up. Jongin hasn’t seen his mother in over a year and the nervousness building up inside him was making him fidget in his seat.

Well, like you said, he’s gonna have to try at least. And this is him trying, for you.

An hour later, Jongin is finally done at the salon and he looks at his reflection satisfyingly. He missed his natural hair color and his hair feels healthier already.

He checked his phone to see if you’ve texted him and looks like you kept your promise and he was glad to see your name pop up on his screen.

Love (12:13 pm): Just got to town!

Love (12:30 pm): Still good here. Told you I’m keeping my promise~

Love (12:43): I’m keeping my promise and yet here you are not replying! But that’s okay, just don’t come home bald.

Love (1:03 pm): I love youuuu I miss youuuu

Jongin couldn’t help the goofy smile that graced his face due to your texts. Seeing these almost made him forget who he was about to see and the dread that was starting to take over.

Jongin made sure to send a sneak peak of his hair to reassure you that he in fact did not shave his head bald.

The day has been going well so far for him but then again, there are 24 hours to a day. A lot can still happen and being on the way to meet up with his mother, he could already feel that his day is about to turn a whole 180.

You smiled at your phone like an idiot in the middle of the shop. You don’t know why you were smiling at the picture Jongin sent you when it was literally just a snapshot of a tiny part of the top of his head.

You were getting giddy. You’ve never seen Jongin with any other hair color and the thought of him sporting a different style and color got you even more excited to see him.

Jonginnie (1:05 pm): My head of hair is still intact. Satisfied, babe?

Jonginnie (1:06 pm): Can’t wait to come home to you. You’ll never guess who I’m meeting up with… my mom.

You read that text again and your eyes widen.

Jongin is meeting up with his mother!? What!?

Jonginnie (1:10 pm): Will let you know how it goes. Take care, please. I love you so much and I miss you already.

You (1:11 pm): Your mother? Are you okay? Let me know how it goes…

You kept your phone in your bag as you perused through the jewelry store.

You were already done shopping for gifts for the other boys, leaving you with only three members left to shop for – Chanyeol, Sehun, and Jongin.

Right now, you were contemplating whether or not to get Jongin a bracelet just like he did for you but that didn’t sound original enough.

But you did want to ride on the idea of something he could wear everyday too. So you scan through the glass displays filled with shining, shimmering, splendid jewelry.

After about ten minutes of scanning, your eyes land on a particular silver ring that was practically calling your name.

The band was thick but not too thick, knowing how Jongin’s fingers looked like, you could already imagine it wrapped around his finger and you thought the size was perfect for him. However, what drew you in was the engraving that sat in the middle of the ring.

It was almost identical to the star-shaped charm that was on your bracelet. It reminded you of your first date with Jongin and the way that his eyes sparkled every time you looked at him.

It was absolutely perfect.

You were debating whether or not a ring was too much to give him though. It wasn’t like you were proposing but you couldn’t not think it was fate to have spotted a ring that held an exact copy of the star-shaped charm.

“Can I help you, miss?” The salesperson approached you as you continued to study the ring.

“Yeah, uhm, how much is this ring?” You point to the glinting piece as the salesperson reached out to it and proceeded to show it to you up close.

He mentioned the price and yes, it was a pain on your wallet but it wasn’t unreasonable enough for you to pass. You thanked the job you had at the stables and the part-time job you had in training kids to be able to afford the ring.

You took it from the salesperson and held it beside your bracelet, confirming that it in fact was the twin of your charm.

When you held the two together, it was a perfect match.

“I’ll take it.”

Jongin’s leg shook up and down, his heart was thumping, and he was fiddling with his hands under the table as he kept his gaze on the doors of the private room in the coffee shop.

He didn’t know how the conversation would go. He didn’t even know if he could last five minutes without wanting to just storm out of there and continue to ignore her.

But he stayed. And he waited.

After around five minutes, the doors opened and he felt his leg stop shaking as his mother walked inside.

He stood up and gave a slight bow and she reached her arms out to hug him but he stepped back, pulling out the chair instead and offering for her to sit.

She felt hurt that he rejected her hug but that much was expected, she thought.

It was silent for a few seconds, both of them in disbelief that they were actually in front of each other after so long.

“H-how have you been, Jongin?” She stuttered.

He looked up at her briefly before looking away, trying to pretend that the painting across the room was keeping his interest instead, “Good.”

“I heard you were on vacation with the boys. How has that been going?”

“Good.” Same response, still not meeting her eyes.

Jongin’s phone buzzed at that moment, revealing his wallpaper to be a picture of you on Blue as you rode him in the field – wind in your hair, the smile on your face bright probably from some lame joke he shouted from across the field, and the sunlight highlighting you perfectly. He loved this picture because it showcased you at your happiest.

His mother noticed the wallpaper and when she looked at her son’s face, he held a smile, a smile she hasn’t seen in a long long time, “Who’s that?” She tried to ask in a soft yet very-much interested tone.

His smile quickly turned into a frown as he grabbed his phone and put it inside his pocket, “No one.”

“Clearly it was someone, Jongin. I haven’t seen you smile like that, or smile at all, in forever.” Skepticism was laced in her voice and Jongin was growing annoyed at how she was trying to pry.

“I told you, it’s no one.”

She sighed, “If you don’t want to share, that’s fine. I didn’t mean to pry, that’s not the reason why I wanted to come see you.”

“What’s your agenda then?” He asked with a steely expression.

She looked down at her hands that laid on her lap, “Your sister-“

“Of course. The usual.” Jongin scoffed.

“Jongin, please-“ She tried to reach her hand out to him but he retracted immediately.

“No matter how hard you try, you can’t convince me to make amends with her. I’ve made up my mind about that a long time ago.”

She swallowed as she tried to reel him back in. She knew just how worked up Jongin can get and she also knew that it was because of all the things he had to go through with his father’s passing.

“You can’t keep pushing us away, Jongin.”

“Watch me.” He moved to get up and walk away but she quickly grabbed on to his arm, halting his actions immediately.

“It wasn’t your fault...” Her voice cracking, “Your sister didn’t mean to say those things to you, Jongin. We’re a family-“

He ripped his arm away from her, looking down at her with a cold-blooded expression that could make anyone squirm, “Family?” He almost laughed at that, “Maybe you should’ve told her that before you let her blame me for dad’s death. Maybe you should’ve stopped her when she was letting the whole family know that I was the reason he got sick, that I was the reason why he refused to continue his treatment. Maybe you should’ve defended me and not just stood by and watched as she degraded me into a useless, uncaring, and ungrateful son.”

His blood was boiling and he didn’t even realize that he was spewing everything that he tried to keep bottled in.

Her lips were quivering at this point, “Jongin, I didn’t-“

“Your five minutes are up.” And with that, he walked away with a heavy heart. Leaving his mother alone as she wept for her son to come back.

He made his way upstairs to a place where he could clear his head and actually cool down from what just transpired – the dance studio.

He was grateful that there was no one using it as he laid down in the middle of the room and closed his eyes.

This time, he let himself cry. He cried and cried because he felt like shit.

He felt like shit to have talked to his mother that way. He felt like shit for not having the balls to face his sister. He felt like shit because he blamed himself.

He blamed himself for his father’s death. His sister was right and he knew it and it ate him away.

You were perusing through the store’s aisles, trying to find the perfect gear for both Sehun and Chanyeol when you checked your phone. Still no messages or updates from Jongin and you were starting to worry.

I wonder how the talk with his mom went. I hope he’s okay..

When you were finally paying for the gear you bought, your mind still kept going back to Jongin and his mother. You couldn’t get rid of the unsettling feeling you had in the pit of your stomach so you just decided to ring Jongin. If he didn’t pick up then at least he would’ve known that you called and would call back as soon as he could.

It felt like it was ringing for too long before he picked up only on the third ring, “Jongin?”

You heard sniffles on the other end of the line and you gripped your phone tighter, trying to confirm if what you were hearing was right, “A-are you crying?”

“I hate this…” He sobbed.

Your eyes immediately widen and you felt an intense feeling of overprotectiveness course through you, “Love? Love, talk to me. What happened?”

“I-I..” You could tell that he was trying to speak but his cries were just too much, he couldn’t even get any words out.

“Okay, Jongin. Breathe for me, hm? I need you to breathe okay, love?”

You were ready to jump in your car but you knew that you couldn’t drive and keep your focus on him at the same time so you decided to just stick by your car as you continued to speak to Jongin. “Where are you?”

“I-In the dance studio.” He stuttered.

“Okay, love. Listen to me, I’m gonna call Junmyeon and Minseok to meet you there, okay?”

“No!” He sobbed even more, “D-Don’t drop the phone, please.” He begged.

“Love, you need to tell me what happened…” You were shifting the phone to your other ear, trying to balance everything you were carrying as your arm was slowly getting numb from the bags.

“I’m really a shit son.” You could hear him groan in frustration.

“Why do you say that, Jongin?” Your voice tinged with concern. Being apart from him sucked. You wanted him home now so you could comfort him properly.

He let you know what transpired during his conversation with his mother. You were surprised that he said all those things to her but you also understood as well.

The amount of pain Jongin held onto for so long – the emotions he kept bottled in finally exploded. Even though you just talked about him trying to keep his reactions at bay, you couldn’t exactly blame him for how he acted.

And you could never agree that he was a shit son.

Being in pain for that long – constantly blaming yourself for your father’s death and having it be rubbed in your face by your very own sister as your mother stood by and watched was something that could traumatize and scar anybody deeply.

Jongin only had himself to blame and it hurt you to think that he was beating himself up constantly for something he had no control over.

“I just want to come home…” He whispered as his cries have finally dialed down.

“Then come home, love. I’ll be waiting, okay? I’ll be right here.” You tell him reassuringly.

“You promise?”

“Yes, Jongin. I promise. I’ll call Junmyeon and Minseok to come get you now, okay? Then you come home to me.”

He sniffled before responding, “Okay.”

“I love you. So much.” Your heart ached for him and his pain. The sooner he comes home, the sooner you both will be at ease.

“I love you, Y/n…” He sighed, “Thank you.”

“Always, Jongin.” You smiled through the phone as you say one final goodbye before ringing Junmyeon and Minseok.

You let them know where Jongin is and the urgency of the situation before you get in your car to drive home.

If the traffic wasn’t as bad like this morning, it’ll take about an hour or so for them to get back here so you drove speedily through the streets to make sure you yourself don’t get caught in traffic and get home before they do.

I need to get home now. My baby needs me. He needs to be home.

“Guys?” You call out to the boys but you’re met with silence. You beat Jongin, Minseok, and Junmyeon home so it gave you a bit of time to put the things you bought away.

You assume that Kyungsoo and Yixing have already left to babysit and you go to the dining room to check if Chanyeol, Sehun, and Baekhyun were there.

You see the sliding door to the field slightly open and you move towards it to close it when you spot Chanyeol, Sehun, and Baekhyun by the stables.

You were about to shout out to them when you were suddenly pulled back, a hand covering your mouth and a tight grip wrapped around your waist.

“You make any noise and I won’t hesitate to stab you right now, my dear.”

Your eyes widen and you knew that voice.

Rowoon.

He reached out to close the sliding door to make sure no one could hear your struggle as you thrashed against him, still not aware that the knife he was holding was already aimed at your side.

“Stay still, you bitch!” He seethed and you could feel the tip of the blade scratch your side and the burn had you scream against his mouth.

He laughed at you finally stilling yourself against him. “Ahhh,” He inhaled your scent as he buried his face to the crook of your neck, making you feel disgusted and scared at the same time, “I’ve missed you my stable girl.”.

With the close proximity, you became aware just how much he wreaked of alcohol.

He pulled you further into the dining room and away from the boys, your eyes brimming with tears as their figures were starting to disappear from your line of vision.

The tears that started to fall down just became more amusing for Rowoon as he backed you up further and further, leading you to the main door.

You were getting kidnapped and you didn’t know what the fuck you were gonna do.

You tried to plant your feet on the ground whilst avoiding the blade still aimed at your side and when the adrenaline started to kick in, your mind slowly started to find ways to escape.

You stepped your foot down on his, “Fuck!” he yelped and loosened his grip on you.

You tried to run but he quickly got ahold of your hair and slammed you on the island counter. The wind was knocked out of you and you coughed in pain.

Rowoon pulled at your hair and brought you close to him, “You are not gonna get away from me this time!”

You tried to reach out to anything on the counter that could possibly be used as a weapon against him but he immediately caught on to what you were doing.

He tugged on your hair harder as he threw you across the room, your body hitting one of the dining room chairs and you land on the ground.

You doubled in on yourself at the impact, you could feel blood trickling down your side from the scratch the blade made earlier.

He pulls you up by your hair again as you screamed, hoping the boys could hear you from outside but Rowoon quickly put the knife against your throat, immediately making you stop screaming once you felt the cold blade on your skin, eyes widening in fear as your body stiffened.

You couldn’t even feel the pain from how he was pulling at your hair, the fear from the blade held against your neck was all you could think about and if you made any sudden movements, your life could end right then and there.

“Make any more noises and I won’t hesitate to end you right here.” He whispered close to your mouth and you silently sobbed in disgust and terror.

“W-What do you want from me?” You dared to ask him and he lets out a low chuckle.

You were at his mercy now and he was feeding off the immense power he had on you at this moment.

He smirked up at your tear-stained face, his tongue clicking as he traced the blade over your face, the pressure not enough to cause injury but enough to dent your skin.

You were so scared. You felt helpless, powerless.

He chuckled in bemusement at the way you were shivering, he finally had you and you had no escape. Nowhere to go and nowhere to run.

“How many times do I have to send you gifts to make you realize just how much I need you back, my stable girl? Don’t you know how much I love you?” His words were coming out slurred and when you opened your eyes, you were met with his crazed expression – bloodshot eyes, furrowed brows, chapped lips, sweaty skin.

He looked absolutely insane. Not just insane -- he looked like a killer.

He licks his lips as the knife lands on your lips, “I’ve missed your beautiful lips on me… They were always the most perfect around my cock.”

You felt your stomach drop at what he was insinuating. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to pull away from him but he just gripped at your hair tighter, making you whimper in pain, “And that noise. Oh, how that noise was always music to my ears every time I fucked you over and over and over again.”

You were full on sobbing now, “P-Please, Rowoon…” You begged.

“Begging now, are we?” He smirked menacingly at you, “Let’s see how much you’re willing to beg.”

He wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you up from the ground, and you immediately start to choke. Your airway closing up on you as his crazed eyes brighten as your vision starts to darken.

You try and gasp for air in vain, your hands clawing at his in hopes of it loosening its grip around your neck as your legs continue to thrash and kick at him.

Rowoon starts to get even more infuriated at your attempts and he tightens his hold on you all while keeping the blade on your side. The light in your eyes was diminishing and you were starting to see your life flash before them. Slowly, you were accepting your fate to die here, the same place you almost did three years ago.

You escaped death then, maybe now it finally caught up with you.

You thought about your parents. Uncle Jae and Aunt Yuna. The twins. Your hopes and dreams of going back to university. EXO. Jongin.

Jongin.

Jongin is on his way home.

Jongin is on his way home to me.

The thought of him ignites your will to fight once more.

You claw at his hand on your neck all while using up the energy you have left to kick as hard as you could. Finally, a kick lands on Rowoon’s shin and it has him stumbling backwards, releasing you to the floor as he yells from the pain.

You fall to the ground and cough relentlessly, trying to catch your breath and ignore the burning in your throat and the blurriness of your vision. You mentally shout at yourself to start moving before Rowoon regains his footing.

Using your hands to steady yourself, you finally are able to stand and run towards the glass sliding doors but before you could open them all the way through, Rowoon grabs your ankle and you stumble and fall to the ground again, your hand barely breaking your fall as a part of your head lands on the floor, making your vision turn white for a split second.

Before you could even react, Rowoon is already on top of you, knife already forgotten as he throws it away as he uses both his hands to choke you.

You cry and thrash as you continuously claw away at his hands. He was also sobbing, he looked deranged and psychotic. He looked as if he was being possessed to do this because his face was scrunched up in agony but the amount of pressure and power he was putting into practically killing you was as if someone else was controlling him to do it.

“I’m sorry! Why didn’t you just listen to me!? I tried to tell you but you didn’t listen to me!!!” He shouts at you as his tears land on your face.

You were growing lifeless at this point. Your hands were starting to grow weaker until they were barely moving, your eyes were slowly closing, and your hearing was almost lost.

At this instance, falling asleep was becoming so tempting to you.

And you don’t know if you already fell asleep and started to dream when the weight of Rowoon’s body was immediately ripped away from you.

Oxygen started to fill your lungs once more as you coughed until tears started streaming down your face. You were gasping for air desperately and in your attempt to put life back into your own body, your hearing came back and you finally see the reason as to why you were able to breathe again.

Jongin had ripped Rowoon away from you, he was on top of him now as he punched him continuously, screaming profanities at him as his knuckles turned red and Rowoon’s face started to be covered in blood.

Minseok was immediately by your side, trying to help you get up. “Sweets!? Sweets, can you hear me? Are you okay!?”

“Jongin!!!” You hear Junmyeon and he quickly tries to rip Jongin away from Rowoon to get him to stop. However, Junmyeon falls back when Jongin refuses to halt his punches.

“You son of a bitch! I’m gonna fucking kill you!” He was shouting at Rowoon’s practically unconscious self.

Minseok tried to get him to stop as he tried to remain at your side, you were still too weak to form any words but in your mind, you were also yelling at Jongin to stop it.

Everything was too much. The blood, the screaming, the violence.

Chanyeol, Sehun, and Baekhyun finally heard all the commotion coming from inside the house and they rushed in to find the shocking scene before them.

Chanyeol and Sehun immediately make their way towards Jongin, pulling him off of Rowoon as he thrashes against him, “Don’t fucking stop me!!! Let me get that fucking bastard!!!”

“Jongin, you’re gonna kill him!!!” Chanyeol tries to knock some sense into him but he’s still trying to fight his way to get to Rowoon. Baekhyun puts himself in front of Jongin to try and get his attention and block his view of Rowoon.

When Jongin still doesn’t stop, you muster the ounce of energy you have left to use your voice, “Jongin,” you sob, “Please stop.”

Only when he hears your hoarse voice does the rage leave his body. His chest heaving up and down as he snaps his head towards your direction – you were barely holding yourself upright and if it weren’t for Minseok, you’d still be laying on the ground. You had a deep cut on your head and the blood was already staining your shirt from the initial scratch the knife made on your side.

Jongin rushed towards you and he had his shaky hands on your face as you continued to sob, “I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

He moved to cradle you as Minseok transferred the weight of your body to Jongin.

“Shh, shh. I’m here baby. I’m here. Don’t worry, love. You’re okay, you’re okay.” You could hear the fear laced in his voice as it cracked at the final word.

Everyone was in shock. The scene that unfolded before them looked like it could come from a movie – a damsel in distress, a knight in shining armor, and the defeated villain.

The room was still spinning and your breathing was still uneven as you sobbed onto Jongin’s chest. You couldn’t believe what just happened. You couldn’t believe that this happened to you. Again.

But this time, you weren’t alone. This time it wasn’t you saving yourself.

And as he continued to hold you tight, whispering ‘I love you’s’ and peppering your head with kisses, you thanked the stars that for once in your life, you were not alone.

This time, Jongin had saved you.

A/N: WELP. HOPE YA'LL ARE OKAY.

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