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Pick up the pieces (Daniel Ricciardo)

Years have gone by, have things changed? Angst+Smut.

Note: Requested. **Flashbacks** will be a big part of the story. It's long as usual.

Warnings: Christian H*rner. Toxic shit. Alcohol. +18. Semi-public.

There he was, looking happy, handsome and proud of himself. Back on his blue clothes and a microphone on his hand, Daniel was giving a speech, saying how much he missed everyone, how excited he was to meet those new faces, how hard he wanted to work, how happy he was to be back at home... Bullshit.

**"Dan?" You opened your eyes slowly when you heard the movement. "Where are you going?" You asked when you saw him getting his clothes from the floor.

"Um... I'm leaving"

You frowned.

"I thought you said..."

"Yeah. Last night I was drunk"

That hit you like a lightning. He was drunk. Everything he said... Everything he did... He was only drunk.**

You felt a weird feeling when he climbed down the stage. You wanted to runaway but you also wanted to go and punch him on that stupid and pretty face.

"YN, you have to stop"

"I'm not doing anything, Millie."

"You can't look at him like that"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to kill him"

You scoffed and got up, walking away from the stupid conference and your stupid friend.

He wasn't that good guy he wanted to show everyone. He was manipulative and cruel. He had played with you and left you broken on million pieces.

Millie wasn't a part of the team when it happened. He had only been working there for a year or so, and even when you were good friends, you couldn't bring yourself to tell her because every single person in the team would kneel and kiss his shoes if he asked them to.

"It's a pleasure to be back home, thank you very much" He finished and jumped down the stage.

You were filling your second cup of champagne by then. You didn't want to talk to him, you hated him. You wanted to go home as soon as possible.

Daniel walked down the stage and Christian hugged him.

"Welcome"

"Thank you" Daniel smiled.

He felt happier than he had on the longest time. He hadn't left on the best terms, but somehow coming back here sound better than what he had gone through. Better the devil you know...

He looked around. So many new faces, some old ones. And you? Where were you?

He walked around doing is job, smile, be handsome and funny,...

"Hi Daniel, I'm Millie. We don't know each other actually, but... YN talked about you" Did she? "We work together on the Sim so... We sill see each other often." She smiled.

Daniel nodded slowly.

"I didn't know YN was still working here" He said. He knew. He had asked Christian. Of course he knew.

"Oh! Yeah. She is the boss now"

"Oh, then why did I negotiate with Christian?"

Millie laughed as if he had told the best joke in the world. Daniel felt a bit irritated.

"The boss in the simulation department. She is our head engineer now"

Daniel felt something on his stomach. Something bittersweet.

"Wow. I knew she would do big things"

Millie nodded.

"By the way, do you where she is?"

"Um... She has been around" Millie said. "Probably on the drinks table. Has visited it a couple of times already" She said laughing.

Daniel smiled politely and said goodbye. Walking around, he finally saw you. You were by yourself on a corner. You looked beautiful. He felt confident and walked to you.

You noticed a move on your left and looked. Fuck, no. No way. Just as you saw the Aussie walking in your direction, you started walking away. You were walking so fast that some drops of your drink fell on your hand.

"YN" Daniel called your name. He knew you had seen him. He just wanted to say hi. "YN, wait"

He grabbed your arm.

**"Shit" You had a hand around your arm keeping you in place. "I'm so sorry"

You looked at your savior and the blood went up to your cheeks. Daniel Ricciardo.

"No problem" He smiled. "Are you okay?"

You nodded. You had gotten up so fast.

"Okay, be careful please"

"I'll try."

"I'm Daniel"

"I know"

He loved the way you smiled.

"I would get fired if I didn't, probably."

Daniel chuckled.

"I'm YN." You politely said.

"I know" He smirked.

"You don't. I started yesterday" You said pulling your arm away.

You flinched a bit when he reached to you, but he only took the pass on your neck and showed you.

"Fuck" You whispered. "Okay, you win"

He smiled.

"I'll be around" He said looking down at you.

"Okay?"

He walked away brushing his knuckles with yours as he passed you. You felt something strange. You completely understood that scene with Mr. Darcy now.**

"Let me go" You said.

It hurts that you didn't even bother to look at him.

"I just wanted to say hi" He muttered.

"I don't want you to." You pulled your arm.

"You can't choose that" He said.

"Bold."

"What?"

"It's bold of you to use those words" You said finally looking at him.

He felt cold.

** "You can't choose that, YN"

"I do!"

"No!" He shouted back. You took a step back.

"Why are you like this?" You whispered out of breath.

"Like what?" He was being a cold asshole.

"Like this. Why do you give me something and then take it away like that?"

"It's not my problem that you created those fantasies in your head"**

Daniel saw your eyes. He had gotten to know you so well. You hated him now.

"I don't want you close"

Being the proud cunt he was. He wouldn't let you go so easily.

"Yeah? Good luck with that"

You turned around and walked away.

Two hours. That's what you slept that night.

......................

Data. Data. Data. Only data. He had been on that simulator for three hours. He had taken it seriously. Meanwhile, you were sitting outside watching how it was going.

"He is good" Millie said leaning back on his chair.

"He obviously is" You said irritated.

"What's your problem with him?"

You looked at her.

"He seems to be a nice guy, everyone loves him. He is nice to be around. But you have that birch face whenever he is close"

You bit your lip. Don't explode.

"He is not as nice as he wants everyone to believe." You simply said.

"Oh, c'mon. You should probably just try to get to know him better."

You looked back at your skin. You did. You opened yourself to him once. You tried to know him better. You thought you did. But no. You had only believed the story he had told. You had just been apart of his game.

"You know nothing, Millie"

She didn't said much after that. She had felt your mood changing and took a step back.

You didn't want anyone to know what Daniel had done. He was the golden boy, wasn't he? Even though they had Max, their champion, number 1, ruthless, talented... Daniel was on that little altar right next to Max's. He was charming, handsome, good driver, fearless. He had everything they wanted. He was the perfect cover for their shit and the perfect back up if something on their plan failed. If suddenly you told anyone about how he treated you, they wouldn't believe you. You prefered to keep it to yourself than outing him and being called a liar.

"Okay, can I have a break?"

"Positive"

You stopped the simulation and leaned back on your chair.

"That's awesome. It feels good" He said giving you some unwanted feedback. You didn't answer. "Oh was it? I think you should take notes on the first 2 turns. It felt a bit weird. Not much grip"

"I don't need you to tell me. I can see it" You said.

Daniel walked a couple of steps away from you. He had only been working on the simulator for three days. He hadn't gotten anything from you. He knew he hadn't been the best guy, but this? He didn't thought he deserved to be treated like this.

Millie: you will get yourself into problems if you keep this attitude.

You decided to ignore Millie's text. It wasn't worth it.

Daniel was looking at you but you were too occupied with your work. He was thinking of those years back when you had met. He wasn't the nicest guy then, was he? He knew he had done things he couldn't be proud of. He knew he had been a coward with you. But... Why did you hate him this much? Why were you so angry at him?

"Daniel, what about another round and then we go back home?" Arthur, another engineer told him.

"Yeah, long day today. Let's get it done"

When you were walking to your car, you saw him again. He was standing there, he remembered which one was your car.

"You won't talk to me, right? "

You bit your lip. You couldn't explode on him. It would put you at risk, Millie was right. But you wouldn't be friends with him either. You had decided to talk to him only if it was essential. No more.

"YN"

You cleared your throat and opened the car, throwing your bag inside.

"Really, I just want to talk?"

"There is nothing to talk about?"

"I want to talk about us"

"There is no us, Daniel. Have you forgotten?"

Daniel felt his breath hitch on his throat.

** "But... What about us?" You said gripping the sheets for dear life.

"Us?" He asked with a frown. "There is no us, YN. This was fun, but it was just sex"

"What?" You felt that pressure in your chest that didn't let you breathe properly. "D-anny I... Thought..."**

Daniel looked at you with big eyes. You could see how he wasn't breathing. He was just there looking at you as deer caught in the headlights. The cold air hit you both and made you shiver. Daniel felt extra cold. He felt as if he didn't had blood on his body.

"See? Everything is the same. You are still a coward" You said those words fully knowing they would have an impact.

** "Don't call me that" He growled.

"Coward. You are a fucking coward" You spit with anger. You felt used. You felt as a toy.

"I'm not a coward. I'm putting myself first. I'm doing this for me!"

"I'm not talking about the team! I'm not talking about racing! Or Max, or whatever! I'm talking about your fucking commitment issues! You are a fucking coward. You want the easy part. You want the funny part! But you don't have enough balls to stay and fight for the rest!"

"What is the rest!? There is nothing more!"

He said that on purpose.

"Leave. Leave. I don't want to see you again." You pushed him to the door, barely giving him time to pick his clothes. "You fucking coward cunt. I don't want to even hear your voice"**

"I'm not a coward. If I was I would be here trying to talk"

You sourly laughed.

"You are. Of course you are a coward. If you weren't you would have tried to talk long ago. You are not here because you have grown the balls to fix thing out of nowhere. You are here because you can't stand that not everyone is willing to kiss your ass." You said pointing at him. There were tears in your eyes. Angry tears. You hated him so bad."But I won't. I won't let you fix this. I won't let you try it. Because you don't deserve it" You said looking at him.

He had played with you, he had messed with you feelings and left as if nothing had happened. You couldn't forgive him just because now he felt uncomfortable with the situation.

"Leave me alone, Daniel. I'm asking you nicely this time" You said and cleaned your tears.

Daniel felt so broken, he hated himself so much. He didn't know his actions had this impact in you. He took a step back and swallowed the words. It was the best to do. You were right. He had felt uncomfortable with the way you had treated him. He felt you were ruining his mood. He was excited to be back at Red Bull, he didn't need a black cloud around. He wanted to sort thing out. But now... Now he felt like the coward you new he was.

.........................................

"Looking good, YN" You heard Bryan call your name. You rolled your eyes. "Came here alone?"

"Mhm. And I want it to last"

You walked away from him and leaned on the bar. Christmas Red Bull gala. For every single person working on the team. It was all glamorous, nice clothes, nice food, expensive alcohol...

You walked around, your nice black dress hanging perfectly around your body. You didn't have anyone to impress. But that dress had been on your wardrobe for ages and it seemed to be the perfect ocassion.

Millie was ill. That meant you were basically alone in the party. But well, you were her to have dinner and leave. Not much more. Maybe have a some drinks. You have come by Uber only to not have to worry about your car.

Daniel saw your black and glittery dress. It caught his eye first when the lights made it shine. Then he saw it was you and felt his heart beating fast. Why did he felt this way?

"Dan. Mate."

He looked back at Max.

"Sorry"

"You have your head on the clouds."

"It's nothing"

"C'mon mate. You are back. Things will get better now"

Daniel chuckled and nodded.

"I hope so" He said looking at you.

"Who is her? The sim girl?"

"Head engineer in the simulation department" Daniel corrected him. Max had work thousand of times with her, how the fuck did he not know her name?

"Yeah, that. What's is going on with her?"

"Nothing" And Daniel didn't lie. You had been clear. You didn't want him around. And he had given you the space.

"I heard you two hate each other or something"

She hates me. Daniel thought.

"That's what they say?"

"Mhm. That you two can't be on the same room. And that she is kind of cold"

She wasn't cold before. Daniel had felt miserable since that conversation in the parking lot. He had been recalling all your moments together and each night had been worst than the previous one. He was lacking of sleep only because his thoughts were eating him alive.

"What's her name?"

"YN"

What a mistake.

Max lifted his hand and called your name. You turned around and frowned. Why was Max Verstappen calling you and why did Daniel looked so scared.

Daniel drank his whiskey in one sip. He cleared his throat and fixed his tuxedo.

You looked at him, then at Max then at him again. No. You were not going. But sudde ly she felt something on her back. She looked.

Christian Horner.

"C'mon. Come and talk to the guys. They are more interesting than they seem. It's not all data and racing"

You wanted to say no. But you felt like walking on thin ice. Christian guided toy to the men and their table and you felt how your body tensed with every step.

"Hey" Max reached his hand for you. "It's Max"

"I know" You said giving his hand a squeeze and faking a smile.

"Yeah, obviously" Max chuckled. Daniel could see on his blue eyes he was already tipsy. "I would introduce you to Dan, but you already know him, right?"

You nodded slowly trying to not look at Daniel.

"Max, they worked together for long." Christian explained.

You nodded again.

"Yeah. Did you hated each other then?" The Dutch asked.

You gasped and your drink almost fell out of your hand. You eyes went to Daniel, he had his lips pressed tight.

"That's what you told them?" You asked. Your boss was there. You were talking to his pretty boy. But you didn't care.

"YN..."

"Everyone knows it. It's obvious" Max shrugged.

"Max, shut up"

"I didn't know you two had problems" Christian casually said.

"We don't" Daniel said.

"So it's only you" Max pointed at you.

Daniel grabbed his glass and took it away.

"Max, you have drink too much."

You looked at Daniel, so scared, so nervous. What had he told them?

"Well, I'm sure you can solve this. Daniel is a fantastic guy and we are all so happy to have him back" Christian said.

You looked down at your cup. It was like this. Daniel was the cool and good guy and you were the cold bitch that hated him for no reason.

"Yeah. He is amazing." Max said.

Daniel looked at him in panic, he knew the younger driver had no shame. He would say whatever crossed his mind.

"Probably you should get a bit lose. He is so nice."

You chuckled. Ironically obviously.

"He is, right? He is so nice and funny." You looked at Daniel and he looked away from you.

"I think you are being a bitch right now. You don't have to talk like that"

You gasped.

"If you knew how you fucking friend is like you wouldn't be saying this."

"Wow, you shouldn't talk to Max like that" Christian said.

"Obviously. Yeah. Sorry if I offended your golden boy. And the pretty boy too. Yeah. I'm just a bitch." You pushed the champagne glass into Christian chest and started walking away.

The boss seemed furious. How could you talk to them like that? But Daniel grabbed his arm.

"Christian"

"I will solve this. I won't accept someone treating you like..."

"She is right" He sighed.

Max and Christian looked at him frowning.

"It's not her fault."

"I think she..."

"No. It's on me. It's me. My fault. Don't fire her because it's my fault"

Daniel started walking, only turning around when Max called him.

"Go to sleep, Max. You need it"

Daniel walked around those corridors trying to find you. And then he saw you. He barely catch you locking some door. But he was sure it was you.

You pressed both hands on the door and tried to breathe. You were feeling so many thing. You were euphoric, adrenaline was kicking. You wanted to cry and scream. But you also felt terrified. You had thrown everything to the bin.

Then a soft knock at the door made you squeak and take a step back. You put your hand over your heart, feeling it beating so hart. The knob moved slowly and the door opened.

**"What are you doing there?" You smiled.

"I have some free time"

"I'm sure you don't. We have our home race in five days"

He smiled and locked the door behind him.

"Well... Then... Let's be quick"

You laughed, but he captured your lips on a kiss halfway. You melted instantly. His hands always felt like heaven when they touched your face.**

You blinked the tears away.

"What do you want?" You felt pathetic.

"I'm sorry for that"

"Are you?"

Daniel sighed and dried his sweaty palms on his expensive trousers.

"Listen..."

"I don't want to. What the fuck did you tell them?"

"Nothing"

"Max Verstappen called me a bitch five minutes ago"

"He is drunk"

"How is it? Drunk words, sober thoughts?" You were loosing control. "He is not the only one who thinks it"

"That's not true"

"But it is! It is! Just because I don't buy the fucking smile and funny words... They all think I'm a bitch. And that I hate you for nothing" You took your shoes of feeling to unstable and uncomfortable to stand on them. "But they don't know. They don't know about how you treated me. How you played with me. Made me believe thing to take them away once you got bored. They don't know how you took my feelings, played with them and then threw them to the rubbish. They don't know you broke my heart."

Daniel couldn't look at you. He couldn't see the pain in your eyes knowing it was his fault.

You turned around to reach for a tissue in your table. Daniel realized then this was your office. Where you two first fucked. Where he came to hide with you.

"YN..."

"Don't worry. I'm going to get fired anyway so... No need to bother with apologies." You said. You voice sound so plain and tired.

"You won't."

You turned to him.

"You won't get fired. I'll make sure of it."

Somehow that made you feel slightly better. One less thing to worry.

"Told them it was my fault"

You bit your lip and crossed your arms on your chest.

"Thank you, I suppose" You said. Contrary to him, you weren't afraid of saying what you felt. You didn't have a big ego.

"Don't be."

You looked away from him and he took a step closer.

"I didn't want to hurt you" He finally said. He felt as if a huge weight had fallen off his shoulders. He never had bad intentions. He wanted you to know.

Your ironic laugh made him wince.

"Of course you didn't"

He was close, you could feel his warmth.

"YN, I need you to believe me"

"How can I?"

He bit his lip.

"How can I when you made me believe what we had was real, that it meant something for you. You were just that, what everyone said. A fuckboy. So cool. Driving with Red Bull. Sex, alcohol, parties, girls. How many more were you fucking by then?"

Daniel felt hurt. He wasn't like that.

"No one"

"I will pretend I believe you"

"YN, it's true"

You shook your head.

"I don't believe you"

"Why?"

"Because you have lied to me before, Daniel. I trusted you. I fell for you when you told me all those pretty things. I believed we had a future but in the end, for you, it was just sex"

If he only could go back in time. He would have done so many things differently. He didn't love you by then. He wasn't in love with you. But he never had such a good time with anyone. He didn't need distractions so he pushed all the feelings away. He had been a fuckboy, yes. He was handsome and charismatic and he knew it. He wasn't ready for a relationship then. So he played. When he met you, he found himself obsessed with you.

"Believe it or not. I don't care. You were the only one then"

"Why?"

You took a defiant step closer.

"Because I didn't feel as if I needed anyone else."

"Don't make me laugh"

"As I said, believe it or not, YN. We worked together. We travelled the world together. We were amazing together. Why would I need anyone else"

"We were amazing together but you were too scared to keep it when you left."

"You got a promotion. No more travelling. A new team for me. Do you really think it could have worked? I was making you a favor" HE was getting irritated. Why were you so stubborn?

"You are cunt. You haven't changed a little bit." You said and sighed,.

You felt defeated. You had hoped, even if was only for a second, that he would understand why you felt like that.

Daniel frowned and felt a wave of anger all over him. He had changed. He wasn't that Daniel. He was different now, he had grown up.

"You don't know me" He said.

You smiled and nodded.

"Neither did I back then." You said. "I thought I knew you pretty well. But in the end, you showed me how it wasn't true."

You two stayed in silence. You had turned quiet and passive. You were tired of fighting. But him? He was furious.

"You can't be angry forever"

"I'm not angry anymore. I wasn't angry for long. I just don't want to go back through all that pain again. I'm protecting myself, setting boundaries and keeping myself away from you. You hurt me once and I won't let that happen again."

"I wouldn't do it now"

You laughed and leaned to pick your shoes. He observed you. Then you walked around him and grabbed the knob.

"You shouldn't have done it the first time. That's the problem."

Daniel knew that if you left the office he would lose every chance forever. So when you opened the door, he pressed his hand on it. You felt his presence on your back, he was so close, almost touching you. You unconsciously closed your eyes.

Daniel closed the door again and slowly he dragged his fingers over the cold wood until he reached the lock. The click made you look down, but you didn't move. You couldn't. You had always been weak for him.

"Tell me to stop if you want to" He whispered.

Daniel was fully aware of how wrong this was. He didn't deserve this. He knew it.

But then you leaned back on his chest and took his hand. He missed your touch so bad. You guided his hand over the glittery dress that covered your skin.

"Tell me you want it"

"I want it" You said without thinking. It was wrong, but one last time wouldn't hurt. right?

Daniel pulled you away from the door. He has determined to get you back. He would do it right this time.

You moaned when he bent you over your desk, his lips tracing a path down your back. You gripped your hands in the cold wood.

"I will make you feel good." He groaned.

But you had to answer.

"It won't fix things."

You felt his grip on your waist tighter and he groaned, biting the skin on your shoulder and making you whimper.

"Let me try, at least"

You didn't answer, you just straightened your back and pulled him for a kiss. It was messy and rough, there were bites and groans. But you both loved every second of it. Even if you didn't want to admit it, you missed him like mad. Daniel lifted your dress and felt your skin on his hands. Just as soft as he remembered.

He made you turn around and you sat on the table. You were having so many flashbacks, so many stories and feelings. His lips on your neck brought them all back. They brought those ties i which you were happy by his side back. When you thought it would last forever.

You pulled him closer and fought the buttons on his shirt, tugging them open without care as your mouth devoured his. Daniel took the hint and three the tie away. Then, you pushed both, shirt and jacket of his body and pulled back. His lips were swollen, his cheeks blushed. He couldn't breathe properly. He had never looked better. You wrapped your legs around his hips and your hands around his shoulders. Daniel closed his eyes and move his chin up when you leaned to kiss his neck. Just as he remembered, you kept one hand on the side of it while you devoured the other. He felt in heaven, he hand never felt so much pleasure to someone biting his skin. He had never been so turned on by someone marking him like this.

You dig your teeth hard on his shoulder and he groaned. His fingers tightened in your hair and he pulled enough for you to free him. You liked your lip and looked into his eyes.

Fuck, he loved you. He loved the way your eyes challenged him. He loved the stubborness in you. He wish he had realized long ago.

His fingers looked for you underwear and once he reached it, he leaned on your ear.

"Can I?"

"Yes" You returned to his lips and lifted your hips. You were to busy with the kiss to see where your panties had gone.

"Can I?" You asked just like him when your hands reached his trousers

"Yes"

Daniel let you push his trousers down, observing you, feeling as if time hadn't passed. He moved his fingers slowly up your thigh and smiled when you closed your eyes. You were wet, so wet. He moved his fingers to your mouth. You reacted instantly.

"Good girl" He smiled when you sucked his fingers with your eyes closed. Then he took them to your center. It was as if time hadn't passed. He knew perfectly what to do. You leaned on his shoulder and he kissed your cheek. He draw circles in your clit and you moaned his name. "I love how my name sounds in your lips."

You didn't answer. You closed your eyes and got lost on the feeling of his fingers in you. But it wasn't enough. You needed more of him.

"Dan... Danny..." You moaned as he fingered you hard and quick. He wanted you to make you come. "F-fuck me..." You struggled to say.

He did. He put your legs around him and soon he was pounding hard on you. His lips didn't leave yours. Sometimes he wasn't even kissing you. He was just there, breathing and moaning in your mouth. You felt delirious.

Daniel could feel your fingers digging deep into his skin and he wanted nothing more than for you to leave marks on him. It was so hard and intense, messy and wet. But you couldn't care less.

He made you see stars, the orgasm hitting like a tsunami and your body dropping back on the table as he kept fucking you as if there was no tomorrow.

Daniel was watching you, his own hand on your chest keeping you in place. Your face was turned to the side as you whimpered and moaned in pleasure. You were clenching him and he knew he wouldn't last much with you like that.

He didn't. He came not too much later. He had to lean forward and use the table as leverage. It was hard and his knees were shaky.

"Fuck" He panted for air.

YOu opened your eyes and looked at him. You really had fucked him. Reality hit you and you pushed him away.

"What?"

"It's enough. You and I won't talk again. No more than work-related. I... I can't let this happen again"

"Baby..."

"No"

He grabbed your wrists.

"Look at me"

You looked away.

"YN, look at me" He was so serious. "YN"

YOu blinked the tears away and looked at him.

"What"

YOu were feeling so down suddenly. The high from the sex was dissipating and tiredness was reaching for you.

"I'm really sorry for everything I've done. I wish I had realized sooner I was hurting you."

"Sooner?"

"When I was still able to stop it"

You bit your lip and looked down at his open shirt.

"I'm not angry, Daniel. I can forgive you for what you did. But I can't forget. And that will always be there because I can't make that pain go away. Neither do you."

Daniel looked down at his hands and slowly let yours go.

"I don't know if you are still the same or if you have changed. But I know that you played with my feelings years ago. You should know that I can't just let you back in even if it's just for work. I want you to respect my decision and stay away for now."

He nodded slowly.

You felt way better after saying this. You felt like a new woman.

"I'll be there if you need me" He told you well knowing that he was probably the last person you would reach for.

..........................................

He respected you and stayed away. Everyone saw how things had changed. You were now fully professional and barely talk. You had changed your schedule and now you barely saw him. But someone had gotten ill and now you were covering Daniel's sim session.

Last weeks had been weird because you couldn't stop thinking of him. You couldn't stop thinking abou that night. You could still feel his lips on you. It was eating you alive. No sleeping and creeping anxiety was taking a tool on you. You therapist had insisted, avoiding him wasn't the right thing to do. Normalize that he was in your life would make things much easier. But you simply couldn't because you were feeling again things and you hated them because that's what ha hurt you for the first time. The only difference was that this time, he wasn't doing anything, you barely speak.

That afternoon, you were on the point of breaking. Exhaustion was all you could feel. The words and numbers on your pc were blurry.

Daniel wasn't on the sim, he had gone out to take a quick break. So that left you alone in the room and with tears threatening to spill. But you couldn't cry and be all red eyed when he came back. You were swallowing it.

The door opened and you tried to ignore it. But a coffee appeared in front of you.

"Here. You look like you need it" Daniel softly said. Then made a pause. "There is no need to say anything. Just accept it"

His hand disappeared and you heard him sitting in one of the chairs behind you.

You stared at the coffee for long seconds. Why? Why were you feeling like this? Why did this made your heart beat like this?

It was impossible to stop the tears. But you tried to stay silence. You didn't suceed.

Daniel's face shot up quickly when he heard you sniffing. You couldn't see him, though. Then you lowered your heard and he tensed. He waited. He wasn't even breathing. He didn't know if he could go and check on you. But then you sobbed and he crossed the room quickly.

His hands made you chake and cry even more. Then he moved your chair and knelt in front of you.

"Hey, YN..." He said so softly.

You didn't even look at him, you just leaned forward. He knelt between your legs and hugged you so tight. He hugged you like no one had before. Daniel hugged with his whole body. He was all around you, leaning on you but also supporting your weight. He tucked you on his neck and threaded his fingers on your hair. You were ugly crying by then. All those pent up emotions were coming out and Daniel was there. He was there and you didn't want him to leave anymore.

"I've got you" He whispered. "It's okay, just take your time"

Daniel hid in your neck and caressed your hair fully knowing that this was all his fault.

"You broke my heart" You whimpered. "And even though I still love you"

Daniel's body shook. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve you. But he turned his face and cupped yours gently.

"Let me pick up the pieces. Let me do right this time"

"I shouldn't." You said looking into his eyes. "B-but..."

"But?" He asked hopefully.

"I will..." You hugged him again and he sighed.

"I-I promise I will do good. I will be what you want. I love you. I love you so much."

You closed your eyes and hid further on his neck.

"Don't hurt me"

"I won't. Let's start over" He said and ran his hands up and down your back.

You nodded.

"I love you" He said with a smile on his lips.

#Daniel ricciardo #Dr #Smut #Angsy #F1 #Fic

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draft of the chapter where Luis wins his first award because it's cute and I'm impatient

Best Rock Vocal Male Performance – 1981

“When I started this album, I was so close to just giving up on music entirely. I'm only standing here because of one person.”

Leon is now the boyfriend of a Grammy winner. What the fuck.

Two sentences into Luis's award speech, and Leon is running off to the bathroom because he knows he will cry his makeup off if he listens to Leon gush and praise him up there.

Leon comes out of the bathroom to see a panicking Luis, who immediately rushes to him.

“You're okay? You need to go home now?”

“No, no. Just the shit you were saying. I knew I wouldn't have been able to listen without crying.”

“Well, can I show you off at the after party without you crying? I know lots of people want to see my muse after the speech… But your needs are much more important. If you need to go home, that's okay.”

“Think I can handle that.”

“Just remember you can always change your mind. You feel like you're going to start crying, or feel too tired, or for any other reason you want to leave, squeeze my hand and I'll say I need to go early because you're not feeling well. I'll make some unfunny joke about takeout and food poisoning, everyone will laugh anyway because I'm famous, and then we'll leave.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Leon doesn't talk much, just hangs on Luis's arm. He can do social functions like this with the assistance of alcohol. If he wasn't sober he'd be talking more, jumping in while Luis talks about their relationship to crack jokes and tease him a bit. But without the social lubricant, he just smiles and looks pretty while Luis does all the talking. Smiling and looking pretty is his job here. Luis has a literal trophy, a pretty gold-plated gramophone, in his hand, but Leon is the real trophy he wants to show off.

Leon doesn't mind not talking. He doesn't feel awkward or out of place at all. He doesn't mind that his feet are starting to kill him. Of course Luis is the focus, but occasionally Leon catches some eyes too. Particularly the eyes of the musicians who had asked Leon out in the past. Every time Luis notices, he untangles their arms so he can wrap his arm around Leon's waist, then kisses the top of his head for good measure. Just to make it even more abundantly clear that Leon is his.

The possessiveness should piss him off. He should hate that he's being shown off like a prized possession. He had an ex boyfriend who was the jealous type and loved doing shit like this, and it always annoyed the hell out of him. But it's different with Luis. He likes it. All of it.

Luis is also more in tune with Leon's needs than he was during their last outing. He makes a conscious effort to slow down his pace enough that Leon can keep up without having to catch his breath. Occasionally he starts walking a little too fast like before, but now he always catches himself and slows back down even before Leon can say anything.

Luis smoothly deals with the peer pressure to drink too. There's so much alcohol, so there's constantly people noticing Leon isn't drinking, and shoving glasses of champagne into his hand. Luis handles it. To most people, he says that Leon prefers beer, and all the champagne and wine is just too fancy for him. He lets the people who are too tipsy to listen to reason hand him the drinks, and then takes it from Leon and drinks it himself when they walk away.

“There's the dance floor…” Luis states playfully. “Dance with me, Prince Charming?”

“Sure, princess,” Leon rolls his eyes, but smiles. “But just junior high slow dance swaying type of shit. Nothing fancy. Don't try to twirl or dip me or anything like that.”

“Deal!”

Luis slips his suit jacket off, and finds someone to hold it and his trophy while they dance. Luis takes one of Leon's hands and sets his other on his waist. Leon puts his free hand on Leon's chest. All Luis had under the jacket was a mesh tank top, so Leon is almost touching bare skin when he puts his hand on his chest. While Leon wouldn't say he knows how to dance, he can do the basic swaying without embarrassing himself.

Leon notices a photographer prowling the dance floor, and gets excited. They don't have many romantic pictures.

“Hey, Luis?”

“Done? It's okay, thank you for dancing at all.”

“No, not done! Just changed my mind. You should dip me or something.”

“Seriously..?”

“Yes.”

“Why the sudden change in heart? You were very adamant that I not do that,” Luis's eyes wander, and then he gets a knowing smile. “You want to show off for the camera! You're not just tolerating all this, you like it!”

“Just shut up and do something dramatic.”

“I will. But not until you admit why you want me to.”

“God. You're annoying,” Leon rolls his eyes. “But fine. I love all of this. I love that you keep making it clear that I'm yours. Makes me feel special. Want you to do something that'll get the whole dance floor looking at us, and a picture to remember it.”

“Wow. I just thought you liked the attention, didn't realize you were that into the possessive stuff too. You are mine. You are special,” Luis's smile is almost blinding. “As soon as the photographer is looking our direction, I'll dip kiss you, give him a really good picture, okay?”

“Do I need to do anything?”

“Just hold on and trust me to not drop you.”

Luis wraps his arms around Leon's waist, and then waits. When he sees they caught the photographer's eye, he leans forward and dips Leon. Leon clings to his neck desperately. It's scarier than he anticipated, giving up all control and relying on Luis to support all of his weight. But he doesn't regret anything. He trusts Luis. He knows Luis wouldn't have indulged the request if he wasn't 100% certain that he wouldn't drop him. The clapping and whistling from others on the dance floor and Luis's mouth on his (he's kissing with tongue, which is definitely unnecessary for the the picture) also make it easier to ignore the fear.

Luis holds him like that for a few seconds, waiting for the camera flash before pulling Leon back up. Leon rests his head on Luis's shoulder to hide his face. He's a blushing, giggling mess. He hasn't had a drop of alcohol, but he feels wasted. Drunk on Luis and the attention. Luis keeps his arms around his waist and they sway like that for a couple more songs.

Then Luis goes to take his trophy and suit jacket back, and then he's dragging Leon off god knows where. Down a maze of back hallways. He's half convinced Luis wants to find somewhere for a quickie, and, well, he certainly won't object to that.

“Thank you for the dance. We take a break now,” Luis whispers, after finally finding a secluded bench to park Leon. “You and babies are still holding up okay?”

So this isn't a sex thing. Luis is just concerned. Which warms his heart a little bit, but he still manages to roll his eyes. “Darling, I'm fine. Don't even need to sit down yet.”

“You're still going to take a break now! An ounce of prevention, a pound of cure. Better to rest before you feel like you need to,” Luis insists. He kisses his forehead and gently pats his belly. “I'll be right back.”

Leon fidgets with the trophy while he waits for Luis to come back, running his fingers over the engraving. Then he looks around, making sure there still isn't anyone around.

“Hey. Your other dad just won a Grammy. It's a big deal,” While Luis was already pretty obsessed with talking to the babies, Leon felt awkward. It was hard for him to wrap his mind around the fact that it wouldn't be him talking to his own stomach like a crazy person, it's talking to his babies. But at the most recent appointment he was told they'd be able to hear soon, so he's trying to bury the awkward feelings and make an effort. He smiles when he gets a response. Not quite a kick yet, but a little flutter of movement. “But he's way more excited about you than any award. Bet he'll lose his shit when you get big enough that he can feel you moving too. You're really lucky, he's gonna be such a good dad to you.”

“Leon! Swearing while talking to my babies!” Luis scolds, with over dramatic faux outrage. Leon jumps, startled because he didn't realize Luis was already back. “Sorry I snuck up on you. But I brought you food!”

He sets a couple plates down on the bench. One piled with fruit, cheese and crackers on the other. His stomach is definitely the way to his heart, and Luis knows it.

“I gave up my movie star abs, alcohol, and my motorcycle,” Leon happily devours the plate of cheese and crackers in between words. Luis eats some of the fruit. “I am not giving up my favorite words too. Their first words being 'fuck' and 'shit' is a price I'm willing to pay.”

#if anything is fucked up here it's bc tumblr has really been fighting me here #serennedy #serrennedy #luis serra #leon kennedy

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Purple is Jumin, my husband lol jokes aside, it's the color of my favorite clothes. I feel it gives me a sophisticated air. Elegant and girly at the same time. Timeless. Purple is the color of serenity. Lavander flowers which are natural tend to smell very different from the artificial scents they create on perfume. It's impossible to pinpoint it too. It's just natural. It's a way to relax and enjoy.

Pink is Saeran. My angel. My light, my energy and my heart. Is the way I feel about things. Fully romantic, being brave about my feelings. Innocent but passionate about it. Pink is also, ballet. My tights that I love when they are clean and I hate when they get dirty. I feel it kind of represents being untouchable, because how easily is to get them dirty.

I feel very feminine and girly in pink. Like peonies. I love peonies. But not necessarily as sophisticated as them. Through all the tones, sometimes I feel vivacious. Flirty. Sometimes it makes me feel like a party girl. Ready to have fun and not think about anything.

Blue is the color of peace for me. It represents me a lot because I feel constantly uneasy and anxious. It calms me whenever I don't feel bold. But also drowns me sometimes. It can be as light as the air or as dark as the sea. It's the color of wishes, stars and dreams. I grew up with Disney after all lol Blue is also the color of delphiniums and blue thistle globes that I love.

I wish I could feel like that with purple, but purple makes me feel seen and blue makes me feel like I can disappear and be invisible to everyone. Blue is my comfort color because I can be almost everything with this one. I can be purple, pink, yellow, and red. All depends on the tone that is being used.

★☆★☆★☆ Others ★☆★☆★

Yellow is the color of happiness. There's nothing else there for me. Is the color of my feelings for amusement parks. The rollercoaster rides. Is pure energy. The color of the sun. Is the color I would choose to wear if I was ready to stand out. Is my red color. I also feel it's the color of champagne. I love drinking champagne lol it's refreshing. Although I'm not usually fond of alcohol and I never drink enough to be drunk, wine is one of the many pleasures I find in life. My parents were very european in that aspect.

Red for me is the color of seduction. But I'm talking of an almost wine, velvety red. Let's say, rouge. I don't dislike the other tones, but seduction-red would never be an almost-orange red for me: It would be a let's party. I rarely wear this one though.

And the funny thing about this? My 3 favorite colors come into hydrangeas♡

#annabourbon #mystic messenger #danteann

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Almost like Japan. Japan is about thirteen hours ahead of America, if I'm remembering their timing correctly. Because I follow a lot of Asian celebrities (actors, models, musicians), they update their work during different times. Which made me curious to know their time zones too.

But I think everyone's like that with foreign celebrities though.

To be fair.. If anyone attempted to kill an animal or insect, especially a creature that aren't poisonous or venomous, then I may actually want to harm them too. I don't mind spiders. I feel like out of every insect.. I get spiders in my house more than any other bug. But smaller spiders though, not big spiders. And, to my knowledge, none of these spiders are poison either. As part of me would be more worried about my dog since I'm always afraid she would really get harmed by other animals.

You think Hyuga and Kato are superstitious? I know Daruma's a really traditional gang compared to most gangs. Well... At least we do know that Hyuga and Kato are the traditional ones. But you think those two are traditional in a way that they're also superstitious? I'm just curious to know your opinions about this. Because I'm really trying to imagine vicious Hyuga as someone has superstitions, the same with Kato too.

I only drink wine once in a while.. Since my father and I are not people who drink that often at home, we don't really have a liqueur cabinet in any way. So no fancy drinks for us. But my mother's also a completely different story. Since she never knows when to stop drinking alcohol.

I don't think I have ever had white wine. Wait.. So is a champagne and white wine similar drinks? Or different? I have champagne before, but never white wine. Research: champagne and white wine are different.

I may have had a rose wine once before. But even the wine was mixed into a cocktail. Like rose wine, peach schnapps and other ingredients too. I can't remember the drink. But I remember the color was so very pink though. And I'd remember getting drunk from a few glasses too.

Oh! This might make you laugh.. Or not. I don't know. Because it's not really a funny story. There is this local ice cream brand that I eat more than any other brand, some of there ice creams have liqueur mixed in - so I can't believe that I forgot the ice creams have liqueur mixed into different flavors. One chocolate ice cream has vermouth mixed in, I'm sure that is definitely a popular chocolate flavor from that brand. And, there is a one called bourbon fudge brownie, that just tasted stronger than I remembered it being. Not sure how I feel about that. And there is another one called strawberry margarita was way too strong for me to eat as an ice cream. No. That is just a margarita in ice cream form.

I have an irregular body temperature. Either I'm overly hot or cold, not really warm temperature. Actually... It is a very rare occurrence for me to find a balanced temperature I'm fine at. Not menopause! Because I know, as an autistic person, temperatures are also a part of sensories too. I'm hypersensitive to warm and hot weathers but really more of a hyposensitive toward colder weather. So water's completely different.

I actually would get migraines from being out in hot weather for really way too long. So I always avoided the outside during warmer seasons (like summer and even spring). I can't tolerant hot weather.. Because I could a migraine for hours to weeks at a time. And if the pain was just too excruciating for me, vomiting until the pain in my head goes away is another way to get rid of migraines. So that causes nausea for me a lot of the time. That is actually another reason why I'm never outside.

Anyway.

Usually I rarely get cold in colder seasons. But the times that I was, I'd wear giant sweatpants over my jeans when I was at school and would take the sweatpants off whenever I was hot. I hated doing that.. Since I was too judgmental towards people in my town who wore any sweat clothes over their regular clothes. So I'm slightly hypocritical about it.

Well.. If you can't be a girly girl type girl, than just find a girlfriend who is. If you're attracted to girly girls. Don't think I know what your type is now that I think about it. I know you would say pretty people is a type.

Oh! I'm online friends with someone who has a similar condition, but I think her condition might be worse than yours? I don't know though. I don't know much about your condition to compare it to anyone else's.

About anemia being connected to menstruation.. When I first started bleeding, I never stopped bleeding at all. So I frequently fainted many times from blood loss. Especially whenever I was in the shower. Since that never helped me most of the time. And, because I frequently lost blood, not enough irons in my body gave me regulated blood which it caused me to be fatigued. So I slept a lot in school and at home, I had slept a lot during those years now that I think about it. Then I've really had to go to the hospital to get tasted since we didn't know what ever happened to me. So I multiple diagnoses at the time, which including my anemia diagnosis too. So that was a whole experience for me too.

I could "write my own book" about my diagnoses. As everyone I know tells me every time I'm diagnoses with another disability, disorders or conditions. That makes no sense to me. But that's just what they say.

The diagnoses that I can think of at the moment... That I know of... So there is Asperger's Syndrome, attention deficit disorder (since I really consider ADD a lot more different than ADHD), obsessive compulsive disorder, anxiety, depression and anemia. Are some of my diagnoses.

You were shoved face first in the ground? Why? What happened?

I'm clumsy. But only one, maybe two, scars that I still have... So some injures that I had. I had my finger shut in a metallic screen door which caused my fingernail to be ripped off before growing back crooked at a different angle. That's one scar if you consider it a scar. And that did happen to me when I was a young child. Maybe I was seven years old.

My cousin did a backflip in our house, landed on my hand which even broke most of the bones in my had. I think that... I might've been five?

I was playing with my father in the house. He was chasing me. And I'd tripped over the carpet, breaking my collarbone in half. And that even happened before my birthday but I can't remember my age that time.

I broke a leg three different times. One time.. I was sitting on the front stairs to my friend's house, she tripped over the stairs over me, which caused her to fall on my leg. Her ass broke my leg. That's not a joke at all. I just can't remember the other time. I don't know why. But I broke my leg three times. The third time was my grandmother and I went to my uncle's house because my uncle and cousin were moving, so then we helped them pack their belongings. I tripped over a book on stairs which caused my ankle to roll, that broke my ankle. And I still do have a broken bone fragment missing in my ankle. If you want to count the missing fragmaent as another scar. I don't know would be considered as a scar, besides physical scars across your skin. So there's that too.

Oh! I was have a puncture wound across my left knee.. Which actually happened a few years ago. My mother and I were even taking my dog to the vet, I was carrying the dog to the car. But I'd actually tripped on my way down the stairs, my mother was able to get the dog before I'd fell down. Something punctured my knee. Now I have this scar there.

My beautiful skin is now tainted with scars.. I never had scars before.

Another time when I fell down the stairs, this was when I was actually in elementary school. Maybe third grade? So what I remember is.. My mother and I were going somewhere, can't remember where. Being a typical child, I brought a lot of toys with me - just way too many toys I couldn't carry by myself. And it was raining outside. And I actually fell down the stairs, I cracked my head open on the railing. I had stitches.

There are also many times when I would sprain my ankle any time I've fallen down the stairs too. I would always fall up or down the stars too many times to count in my lifetime. Like I told you before.. There even was a day that I was doing laundry, I'd fell down the stairs three times that day. I fell down the same stairs, in the same way, while reinjuring my sprained ankle in the same way. That has happened many times.

I know that I'm clumsy. But stairs actually hate me. My truest enemy.

There might have been even more injures that I can't remember right now. But I've had my fair share of injuries in my lifetime. Never again.

If it makes you feel any better, everyone - excluding my mother - have laughed at me injuring myself until they realize I'm severely injured. I'll say that my father is the most frequent person who does it every time too. At least until my mother starts yelling at him for laughing at me.

Bat flowers are definitely some of the most unusual flower I can think of. Just imagine getting a bouquet of those flowers from someone.. It won't happen. Obviously. Because of many reasons. But imagine very unusual bouquets like that from someone though is a very interesting thought. I want bat flowers. But we don't have the climate that lots of unusual flowers need. So I won't be able to have unusual flowers here for that reason. One of my reasons. I don't have a green thumb either.

That is the weirdest phrase I've ever heard. Green thumb is too weird.

I'm not even surprised about your reaction to the bee orchids. There's a lot of animal themed plants and flowers though.. So there's that too.

Exactly. Like that's fucked up your closest friend is stealing from your business, so I'm not saying there shouldn't be repercussions over that situation. But it's also suspicious that you don't actually get thorough, and I mean really thorough, background checks on the two cops. Like I know he has a childhood crush on the woman. But she is a detective though. At least he's finally starting to question everything, even after this whole time. But it might be too late for him too. Since he's stupid.

If any or every main character dies, I would say that it would happen... Definitely in the finale. Is it only a one season show, or you don't know yet? Because that also depends on what may happened in this story.

I might have some more recommendations for horror movies. But the movies are Netflix movies.. So that could be a hit or miss for people if you're really watching original shows and movies on these channels.

What about Babysitter? There's two movies. That's more of a comedy horror, horror comedy, that genre. It's so overly gory in a comical way.

And what about Fear Street? There's three movies. Gory but not even that gory either. And the main female character is also a lesbian if you want more gay characters. And Sadie Sink and Maya Hawke do really have roles in these movies too. So those are okay movies to watch.

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i’m used to spiders die to being an australian. you just kinda get over it. there’s a lotta little ones around, but i especially like jumping spiders. they’re cute! i’ve also had a lot of snakes around my house and in my family’s shed and garage. if you’re cool with snakes i can send you a couple pics of the one that was in my mum’s frangipani tree recently. had to shoo it away over the fence because we’ve got dogs and our littlest dachshund was still a puppy at the time. snake snack sized.

i dont know that i think hyuga and kato are especially superstitious, but i think - due to being more traditional - they have more knowledge about superstitions, so they get where shizuka is coming from when she gets upset about something.

it’d be an interesting take for them to be superstitious tho. like if hyuga won’t sleep with his head facing north or kato gets frustrated if people leave their chopsticks stabbed upright in food. their gang colour is red but they’d be annoyed if you wrote their names in red (japanese grave markers are red).

japanese superstitions are interesting to read about tbh.

i don’t drink that much either. my mum and brother have little wine and cheese afternoons sometimes when they both get home from work. usually i’m at work at the time since i mostly work afternoons, so i usually miss out on those snacks. annoying. i’d also like to eat cheese!

champagne and white wine are different but i’m not really a fan of either anyway. i’ve had champagne once at my cousin’s wedding. i had two glasses since my brother didn’t really like it, but i dont remember it much. don’t think it was my thing and i just drank it so it didn’t go to waste.

i’ve had alcoholic ice cream! there’s an irish whiskey one and a pina colada one in my freezer rn now that i haven’t finished off yet.

i usually run pretty hot and get sweaty easily. unfortunately didn’t get the ‘feeling cold’ part of hypothyroidism.

if it was so easy to get a girlfriend, i’d have one already but unfortunately it’s next to impossible and i hate dating apps.

i had this shitty cousin and me, him and my brother were all sitting outside at a family christmas party. i accidentally knocked his hat off his chair while goofing around and, when i went to lean over to pick it up, he pushed me out of my chair. i smashed my face on the ground and our patio was made of pebble tec. had to spend a couple hours in the emergency room and get a bunch of sticky stitches in my lip. it’s not overly noticeable if you don’t know about it, but one side of my lip is very slightly bigger than the other side and if i flip it up, you can see white scarring.

i’d never broken a bone until last year. but it’s actually a kind of funny story. we took a vacation to fiji, since my family likes to take one big holiday every other year or so since me and my brother are adults with jobs and can help pay (we’ve been to fiji and new zealand before that). anyway, we were playing mini golf and i went to step down from a looped hole but my ankle gave out and i fell down, slamming my hand open palmed on the concrete edging. i had this big bump on my palm that immediately started bruising and hurt my ankle a bit. i lost my hearing for a couple seconds. since i’m pretty clumsy, my parents didn’t take it that seriously, so i had to walk - limp - back to the hotel since we’d walked to the mini golf course. my mum got me an ice pack and i spent the rest of the day lying in bed with my leg propped up and ice on my wrist and ankle. the next day, my ankle was really swollen and bruised and i had bruises over my elbow. we had a boat trip to go on tho, so we still went and did that since we’d already paid for it. and i spent a few hours walking around on a beach and going on a very uncomfortable glass-bottom boat ride. the next day, we took our first plane home and i didn’t sleep the whole night because of how swollen my ankle was and how much my arm hurt. another plane trip the next day and then we finally went to the emergency room back in my hometown. it took a whole week to actually find out my arm was fractured and they put a cast on, and that was only because my general practitioner took a look at my xrays and saw the break.

so yea. it took three days and two long plane trips to get me to a hospital and then a week to get a cast. i also had a bit of physical therapy because i minorly fucked up a tendon in my foot.

my dad said he told his friends that he felt bad for not taking me seriously, and i said he should feel worse that they all went on and finished their minigolf game.

bat flowers are so pretty. one of my dog’s hates it tho because of the way it moves in the wind. and he’s also an idiot. my mum’s got a pretty decent green thumb, so we’ve got a lot of plants in our backyard that my mum’s been tending to for years, including some cuts she received from her mum and sister.

bee orchids~~ bees~~~~~ aaaa~~~~~~

he tried to get a background check on the cop and the wife but the cops intercepted the information and switched it around, even changing the picture of the wife’s ‘husband’. i mean, they even got to the father of the boss’ dead friend and got him to lie about the cop being his nephew. so bossman really got fucked over and got the wrong information. he tried! but the cops are apparently competent for once! and now his informant, who had the right information, is dead!

i’ve seen both babysitter movies (samara weaving is so pretty, also seen ready or not, that’s my aussie gal!!) and seen the first two fear street movies but not the third. maya hawke died at the beginning of the first movie tho and i think sadie’s only in the second.

i’m actually a pretty big fan of found footage movies. i know they’re pretty dumb, but i like them. i got really into marble hornets and tribetwelve a few years ago, which are youtube horror args. megan is missing and incantation are good freaky unsettling ones. the paranormal activity movies are good for an easy watch, but the later ones suck. the v/h/s movies are pretty decent, but hit or miss since they’re anthologies. quarantine is a classic and afflicted is a fun vampiric twist on the genre. wi ha joon was actually in a found footage type movie called ‘gonjiam haunted asylum’, which is pretty creepy.

#💋 anon #tj answers #long post //

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kinda just wanna give jj a kiss. imagine being a kook and him falling for you because you're not like them at all, but you're better at hiding your relationship with him than john b and sarah

a party with your family was not something you wanted to attend. you hated everyone on the island, all their fake smiles and a stick up their ass about everything.

you didn’t mind going to parties with your family when jj maybank was working. your friends warned you about him— just because he “wasn’t like us” which translates to rich stuck up assholes.

“yn! let’s go!” your father yelled and you sat on the edge of your bed. you looked at your phone and unlocked it, opening your texts with jj and sending him a picture of you in your dress.

yn: in case you're not working tonight, i wanted to show you my dress for the party :)

"i'm coming!" you yell back and lock your phone, grabbing your clutch and heading down the stairs. you headed to the car and sat in the back seat, staring out the window. you smile as you saw jj's boat in the water at the dock near his house.

the party was already filled with bodies, all of the people you didn't want to be around. your parents and you get out of the car, and your eyes immediately scanned for jj as the 3 of you walked into the door. the camerons' greeted your family as it was their party, and your mouth was in a straight line.

"oh come on, pretty girl, smile! it's a party!" ward smiled at you and you gave him a sarcastic smile. you excused yourself and turned the corner, bumping into a waiter with a tray, the drinks falling all on you.

"oh my god, i am so sorry, miss" you could recognize that voice anywhere and you bit back a smile. jj's eyes met yours and he calmed down a bit, but was still frantically picking up the tray and glass.

"no need to apologize, it was an accident" you helped him pick up the big pieces of glass, and he waved you off. "let me help, it was my fault too" no one was watching you two anymore and you both stood up. "just help me get this champagne out of my dress, please?"

"of course, miss, anything" jj was still panicking and you two headed to the bathroom. you let the door close and you locked the door, smiling at jj.

"miss?" you teased and he groaned softly, making you laugh. you walked over and held his face, kissing him slowly.

"you taste like champagne" jj mumbled against your mouth and you giggle, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "i missed you, kook"

"oh god, don't call me that" it was now your turn to groan and jj's kisses trailed down your neck, and over your exposed chest. you hum and grip his hair, looking down at him as he kissed your sticky chest from the alcohol.

your phone rang and you pulled it out of your clutch, eyes widening at your dad calling. "hey, pops, what's up?" you looked down at jj who sat you against the sink, pushing up your dress.

"where did you go!?" his voice was loud yet in a whisper, and you held a moan as jj kissed your pussy over your underwear. you bit your lip and tried to keep your composure as jj teased you.

"one of those stupid pogues bumped into me and spilled all the champagne on me and my dress. so he's cleaning it up" you muted the phone and let out a sigh laced with a moan as jj pushed your underwear to the side and blew air on your dripping core.

"good. i should have him fired for that stunt" your father spoke and your eyes bugged, shaking your head.

"no, dad! no need, you'll see him crying when he's done, i'm not letting him forget he ruined my night" you roll your eyes and lean back against the mirror, gripping jj's hair. "alright, pops, i'll see you when he's done cleaning his mess. i love you"

your father said something before he hung up but you didn't care, dropping your phone and clutch in the sink as jj swirled his tongue around your swollen clit. your leg draped over his shoulder and you cover your mouth as you wanted to scream his name.

jj without warning stood up and wiped his mouth. you look at him as he had a shit eating grin on his face. "why'd you stop?"

"shouldn't you be ashamed of letting a stupid pogue giving you that much pleasure?" he winked and you shake your head, falling on him and kissing him. "when can i see you again, yn? i miss you" jj's nose pressed against your neck and your hands gripped his bicep.

"i told my parents i'm going on vacation with kiara's family next week, so if you don't mind.." you smile and he twirls you, making you giggle and kiss him again.

"you can stay with me for as long as you want baby" you smile and kiss him again, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it, dabbing your dress. jj watched you in the mirror, biting his nail. "are you sure you want me, yn? you could have rafe.. or topper.. someone who won't get you in trouble"

"jj maybank" you stood up and threw the paper towel away, holding his face as he looked at the floor. "look at me, baby, please" jj's eyes met yours and you held his gaze. "i would do anything for you, jj. i don't give a shit what anyone says. i will always want you. you are the guy for me. rafe and topper are boring and they're fucking dickheads. you.. you are kind. you see me for me and not who my dad is" you kissed him softly, jj pulling you in tightly.

"i'm sorry, yn, i just get so worried about ruining your life" you shake your head, smiling and stroking his cheek. "i just can't imagine losing you"

"well stop imagining that, because it's never going to happen" your fingers held his vest tightly as you kissed him for a couple minutes, not knowing the next time you would get one. "alright, i have to play my asshole kook part again. just know, it's never real and i really do like you" jj chuckles and nods, kissing you again.

you unlock the door and kiss him quickly before swinging the door open. "i'm really sorry again!" jj yelled and you huffed, rafe grabbing your arm.

"let go of me, rafe" you swing your arm out of his grip, wiping his germs off. "what do you want?"

"do you need me to beat that pogue up for ruining that dress?" rafe looked you up and down and you crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head.

"you're ridiculous, rafe cameron. thinking fighting will fix everything. for starters, i handled him. i didn't need any help from my dad, and i especially don't need any help from you. excuse me" you bump into him purposefully and find your family. "do i look okay?"

"you look beautiful" your mother smiled and you thanked her, grabbing a glass of water and taking small sips.

jj stayed away from you and your family, rightfully so. you texted him not to come near because you didn't want your dad to make a scene like you did with rafe.

the night ended with you driving off into the night, sneaking out when your parents fell asleep to meet up with jj. he gave you a new meaning of life, something to live for. he was your reason for breathing, and you were his.

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ririglow · 3 years

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Love Drought | V.H

Vinnie Hacker x singer! reader

synopsis: it's the day after Vinnie's fight and everyone he's ever cares about are celebrating his big win except one person he absolutely adores.

warnings: angst, language

part two

a/n: just a quick note I make my readers black, but if anyone wants their own request just hit the ask :)

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"Honey you still haven't ordered yet, are you okay?" Maria asked her son, concerned was written over her face as she looked over Vinnie's demeanor. He's been distant ever since they arrived at the celebratory dinner.

"Kind of losing my appetite mom." He muttered while taking a sip of water, as he looked at his phone for the millionth time that night.

He looked over the last text you sent him, with rising rage.

"I'll be there soon, I'm just now finishing up at the studio. Love you"

7:30pm

He looked at the time on his phone, which read 8:45pm. This wouldn't be the first time you'd been late or to not show up at all due to you being busy at the studio.

When he first met you eight months ago, your career was just taking off and your name had been all over America, because of the release of your first big single that immediately dominated the charts. He'd been there with you at every award show and performance standing by your side and rooting for you at every step of the way.

As months passed on more opportunities came to you, brand deals, more collaborations, and even a cameo in a movie. Which made you miss out on the dates Vinnie planned for you two. As much as he hates to be needy, he needs you more than ever right here, right now, celebrating his big accomplishment. It was almost like a punch in the face for him.

Minutes passed, and those minutes turned into another hour and still no y/n. Everyone at the table could see how visibly upset Vinnie had gotten over time.

"Maybe she's just stuck in traffic?" Reggie tried to reason, nudging Vinnie a little.

"Yeah, maybe." He said scoffing sarcastically, looking down at the silver bracelet you had gotten him right after his win.

It had the words "champion" carved into it.

He remembered the confusion and surprise feeling he had on his face as you showed him.

"How the hell did you know I was gonna win?" He cheesed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder pulling you close.

"Because that's how much I believe in you." She smiled at him with adoring eyes, before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Everyone around you both cooed at the sight, even taking out their phone to capture the beautiful moment.

You both pulled away, not wanting to have a full make-out session in front of Vinnie's friends and family.

"You got to admit though- Vinnies started to say, making you look up at him expectantly. "It would've been awkward if I had lost."

Vinnie faintly smiled at the recent memory, but the smile quickly went as it came. He looked up at the long dinner table seeing his family and friends laughing with each other, wanting to do the same with you.

Trying to remain positive he ended up grabbing another cup of champagne pouring it to the rim, he'd hoped that the alcohol would put a stop to him anticipating you come walking through the restaurant doors. Except of course , it only intensify the feeling of him wanting to grab his phone, and call you. In which he did, multiple times, you however didn't answer any of them. Now he was worried.

Meanwhile almost thirty mile away from where Vinnie was waiting you were still in the studio, trying to perfect a song you wrote specifically for him. With multiple crumbled papers on the ground and cups of energized drinks laying around you stood in front of the recording microphone finishing up the last lyric.

"alright y/n, that was good!" the recording producer said into the booth mic, making you sigh in relief. You wanted the song as perfect as possible. This time had been the longest time you'd been in the studio, you had till the end of the month to release your first album and the pressure was on everyone was was expecting you to shock the world. So much that it kept you away from your relationship, you vowed to yourself after this blows over you were going to give every bit of attention to Vinnie and make up for the long nights and days where he barley seen you due to your busy schedule.

"Hey, y/n your phone has been going off like crazy." Your manager mentioned as you exited the booth, ready to go home,

10 missed calls from "bebe🥰💕"

bebe🥰💕

hey bub, where are you?

8:01pm

bebe🥰💕

can you call me please?

8:10pm

maria😇

y/n vinnie, is getting pretty worried i know your probably busy but please give me or him a call.

8:55pm

Your eyes widened as you read the miss messages, you had completely forgot about the dinner ,and now you look like a complete asshole and a awful girlfriend. especially in the in eye of his mother which was the last thing you wanted.

Without saying another word you quickly left the studio leaving your manager standing there complete dumbfounded. As you enter the outside paparazzi swarmed you as you rushed towards your car, ignoring all questions. the only thing that was on your mind right now was Vinnie.

As you impatiently drove on the streets of Los Angeles, you were also calling Vinnie back only for his phone to dial tone a few time before going straight to voicemail.

Giving up, you toss your phone to the side already arriving at the restaurant, that Vinnie's family specifically rented out so everyone could be enjoyably with a sense of privacy. You hurried out your car, and walking up the double doors

As you tried to pull the handle the doors wouldn't budge, you look around finally realizing the parking lot was empty. You were too late.

Feeling completely bummed out you went back to your car and drove over to the hype house. You honestly felt like shit, and you wanted to let Vinnie how sorry you were.

Your mind blanked out for the majority of the ride, it was buzzing with questions and reassurance with yourself.

He would wouldn't be too mad right? Maybe a little but not much, and you'll make it up to him in no time. You thought, convincing yourself that hopefully he's not a pissed as you thought.

Knocking on the door of the hype house your hands were felt clammy with anticipation. Your legs were trembling with nervousness.

"Hey, y/n we missed you at dinner!" Michael answer the door, as if you weren't feeling already bad you felt absolutely horrible now.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Is Vinnie still awake?" You asked him quickly not really wanting to get into a conversation with him at the moment.

"Um, I'm not sure we haven't seen him ever since we got back." Michael said awkwardly, remembering the fuming look Vinnie had on the entire way back to the house.

"You can go check, though." He added moving out the way so you can enter the house. With a mumbled 'thanks' you hurried to Vinnie's room, ignoring all the greetings from the rest of the house members.

"Vinnie?" You asked softly opening his door slowly, the glow of his TV the hung up on his wall casted light into the room. Vinnie was sitting up on his bed with his back up against the headboard.

Vinnie looked up at the sound of your voice, admiring how beautiful you looked standing by his door awkwardly. Still no matter how irresistible you looked, what you did was fucked up.

"Babe, i am so sorry! I was at the studio working on this song that i wrote about-" You started to say but was cut off by Vinnie.

"Of fucking course you were at the studio, just like you been these last couple months. I gotta question y/n, is that what you really go to?" He said loudly, getting up from the bed.

"What are you trying to say? That I'm cheating on you? You should know me by now Vinnie, that I would never ever hurt you like that!" You exclaimed with just the same amount of volume as he.

"Then I don't fucking get it y/n! Are you that fucking selfish, you bail out every single time we do something?" He furrowed his eyebrows, tonight he was getting all the feelings he'd been building up for weeks now.

"I don't bail out every time, and I'm not selfish!" You denied, not wanting to accepting any kind of words being pushed towards yourself.

"Oh really? What about the time when me and you were supposed to take a trip to New York? Or that time I arranged for us to go and see the premiere of the tomorrow war, which we were both excited for! But who decided to cancel last minute because they would rather fucking over work themselves at the studio than to spend some time with their boyfriend?! Who y/n?!" He shouted now standing close to her face, veins were popping out of his neck and his face was now bright red of rage.

Never in your time together Vinnie has yelled at you like this, not even in the times he'd mentioned you bailing out.

You slowly gulped trying not to cry. "But you know how busy i am, I can't just go and have fun when I have to work, you know that! No wait- of course you don't! You don't know shit about working! You knew from the very beginning when we got together, how it was going to be! And now you want to complain? I don't need you holding me back"

By now everyone in the house can hear the couple.

"So now I'm holding you back for wanting my girlfriend present at something that meant so much to me! Your a real fucking narcissist y/n, I went to every show you had, been right there with you when you received your plaques, and celebrated every award you gotten since I been with you." He blinked his away some of the tears he felt brimming around his eyes, the words that left your lips hurt him more than anything.

He tried to be the best supportive boyfriend he could be, never wanting to "hold you back". When you and him first met, he thought you were completely out of his league. Here you were making something of yourself in the industry, meanwhile he was posting thirst traps on tiktok. To him it just didn't seem right, and for awhile the internet had the same opinion as him.

Whenever a teapage post you two, the comments would be horrendous.

"Now, why she with this yt boy?"

"He cute, but what he do?"

"If she don't cop somebody with actual talent"

"He's going to hold her back for sure, good luck tho"

Vinnie never showed it but the comments used to affect him in a way that he saw you were beyond what he can have. So hearing you say that ,crushed his fucking soul. And a huge part believed that you really meant it, otherwise why have you say it?

"I can't believe you just called me that, stop making it seem like i'm a bad guy. I've been there for you multiple times! Just as you have for me! and you know that, what more can I do?!" You shouted back, your bronzed skin were now glisten with tears. The ache in you heart as your eyes looked up at Vinnie and seen his face becoming slowly emotionless despite the few stray flowing down.

"You don't have to worry about me anymore, there's nothing you can do but just leave. You know since I hold you back n all" He told you feeling choked up at what he's was about to do.

"Vinnie, i didn't mean it, i just-" You started to say before cutting off letting out a sob, already knowing what he meant by that but there was no way you was just going to leave like this.

"I'm sorry- okay! please don't." You added, walking towards him, and grabbing his hand.

Vinnie avoided all eye contact with you as he yanked his hand from your grasp, he didn't want to see the damage he caused-not on your prepossessing face.

"We're done, y/n."

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tyongxnct · 4 years

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𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 - 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐿𝑒𝑒

pairing: Mark Lee x reader

special guest: Jaehyun, Johnny, Yuta, Jungwoo, Taeyong, Doyoung, mention of Haechan

summary: Years ago, you were deeply in love with Mark Lee. He’s your first love and you thought he’d be the last. After finding out why he really dated you, he broke up with you and vanished. You were devastated and heartbroken. Now you were at the airport as the maid of honor of your best friend Aera, her wedding’s in Greece and you were flying three days earlier with her, her fiancé Jaehyun and his best man. Little did you know that Mark Lee was Jaehyun’s best man. Feelings you thought you had buried deep inside bloomed again.

song: back to you - Selena Gomez

genre: exes-to-lovers!au, angst, smut, fluff

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, swearing

word count: 11.7k

A/N: I’m finally done. This is the last fic of my series and I can’t believe that i’m done with this series. This series means so much to me, not only because I love Selena Gomez, but also because of the meaning behind evey story. Thank you for all of your support, thank you for every comment, like, reblog, ask and follow. This is just the beginning. Also thank you for requesting that you want to read a second part to some of my stories, I’ll try to write them in the upcoming month, march. I hope you enjoy. Thanx

taglist: @alex-chann, @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi

Took you like a shot Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening Let a couple years water down how I'm feeling about you And every time we talk Every single word builds up to this moment And I gotta convince myself I don't want it even though I do

“I have BIG news!” Aera squealed as soon as you opened the door for her. She hugged you tightly and started jumping, you jumped with her even though you had no idea why.

“Why are we jumping around?”

“Greece! I’m getting married in Greece!” she yelled happily, “You know that it’s my dream to get married in Greece and my amazing soon-to-be-husband surprised me with it! Oh god, I can’t believe I’m marrying Jaehyun in fucking GREECE!”

“Holy shit that’s great! But can we stop jumping I might puke.”

You sat down on your couch with Aera, “We need to start planning, the wedding is in 3 weeks. I’ve sent the invitations right before I came here. We booked a hotel with the best view ever and my wonderful maid of honor aka you are flying with me and Jaehyun a two days earlier, you know, to get stuff done and the others come one day before the wedding, your man too, by the way. I can’t wait for my bachelorette party- but remember, I promised Jaehyun no strippers.” Her eyes sparkled as she talked about her wedding and you started thinking about your own future.

Were you ever going to get married? You want to get married, you really do. But what if you never get the chance to? Your boyfriend hated to talk about commitment and marriage, he said living together and dating was enough, but you never felt the same way. You wanted to get married, you want a ring on your finger, and you wanted to call him your husband, not your boyfriend.

Aera left after a while and you were alone, until you heard the door open with a sigh. “I’m home.”

His voice, no, his existence alone triggered you and without knowing you plugged in your earphones. “I said I’m home Y/n. There she fucking goes again, god I’m not going to deal with you tonight.” And without saying anything after that, he left again. Minho, your boyfriend of two and half years, always left you alone. He never bothered to talk to you about the problems in your relationship and after trying and trying, you were sick of it.

Dating him was almost torture but breaking up with him was also difficult. You were so scared of being alone, of not being loved.

Almost three weeks later, you found yourself at the airport with Jaehyun and Aera. Jaehyun looked at his watch every two minutes and he looked really nervous too. “Where the fuck is he?” he mumbled and Aera kicked his leg. “Ouch?” he hissed in pain. “Sorry baby didn’t mean to kick you that hard.”

“What is going on here? Who are we waiting for?” you asked confused. “You didn’t tell her?” Jaehyun asked his fiancée. Aera shook her head.

“W-Well about that- uhm, there’s one thing I have to tell you, but don’t get too mad,” Aera looked at you nervously, “you, uhm… you remember Mark Lee, right? Please forgive me for not telling you, but- fuck, he’s Jaehyun’s best man. He’s coming with us.” Aera closed her eyes, scared of your reaction.

“You are joking right?” your heart pounded against your chest.

“N-No, I really didn’t know that you didn’t know- a-and you know, Mark’s my oldest friend and yeah, and uhm, fuck he’s coming act natural.” Jaehyun looked at his phone and laughed, even though his screen was dark and Aera laughed with him.

“How the fuck am I supposed to act natural?!” you almost yelled bus as soon as you heard Mark’s little hi, your heart stopped beating.

It’s been almost three years since you heard his voice. Every memory played in your mind like a sad movie, the second he asked you to be his girlfriend to the end of your relationship with him, the moment he broke your heart almost made you cry again, but Aera stepped on your foot and you came back to reality.

“Hi.” You said coldly, his last word replaying in your head over and over again.

Aera and Jaehyun watched you and Mark awkwardly and Mark couldn’t find any words to say, except for, “H-hi.”

“Sooo, now that everyone’s here,” Jaehyun handed you your tickets. “Thanks.” Mark mumbled.

You were about to go on board, you didn’t say a word since Mark came and he was busy talking to Aera and Jaehyun. “Y/n, we’ll see you guys when we land alright?”

“What do you mean?” you asked confused, “We sit together? Right?”

“W-Well about that- we are flying first class, we wanted to spoil ourselves a little- please don’t get angry I’m sorry I am so sorry.” Aera whispered and you felt like you could explode any second like a volcano.

“Y-You mean… you’re telling me I have to sit with him for the next couple hours?! All alone?!” you tried to whisper but it was loud enough for Jaehyun and Mark to hear.

“shh! Just, I don’t know, sleep, or watch a movie or maybe just talk to him like a grown up, please do it for me?” she pouted.

“I’m gonna be wasted when we arrive in Greece.” You couldn’t be angry at her. “As long as you don’t kill him.”

Jaehyun and Aera entered the plane first and left you and Mark alone. “So, how have you been?”

The audacity.

“Good.” You mumbled. How long until you could enter that fucking plane?

“Me too, well, I’d say ok-“

“Look, Mark. I’m doing this for our friends, okay? I’m not interested in your life. I don’t want to talk to you unless it’s about the wedding. Did I make myself clear?” maybe you were mean and bitchy, but after everything he had done to you, you didn’t care.

He just nodded and looked down to his feet.

Half an hour later, you were seated on the plane right next to Mark. It’s not your first time flying, but it was Mark’s first time, and he was fucking scared.

“This is captain Lee Taeyong speaking, I’m your pilot for our flight to Mykonos, Greece. My co-pilot for today is Kim Doyoung. Please enjoy your flight.”

After the announcement and the instructions, you were ready to go.

The plane started moving and you could feel Mark tensing up next to you. His grip on the hand rest tightened and his knuckles turned white.

You tried so hard to ignore him, but you couldn’t. You should laugh at him, take pictures of his suffering- but you held his hand and assured it him that it’ll be over.

Mark looked at you and then back at your hands. Your thumb slowly stroked his hand and he stopped thinking about the plane and he could only think about your hand holding his.

You held his hand until you saw the flight attendant walk around.

Mark thanked you but you ignored him.

“Hello, would you like to have some water or coffee?” the flight attendant asked you and Mark.

“Just a water please.” Mark said.

“Do you have something stronger? Wine? Or champagne?”

“Sure ma’am.”

“Alright I’d like to have some champagne.” You smiled and she nodded.

Mark looked at you, eyes a little wide.

Four glasses later, you were a little tipsy.

“I think you had enough-“ Mark tried to stop you from ordering another glass.

“You don’t know anything about me!” you protested.

“Y/n, get some sleep come on-“

“Mind your own business.” You plugged in your Airpods and ignored him. You didn’t want him to interact with you and If you have to stop drinking for him to shut up, you sadly had to.

You closed your eyes and leaned back. You didn’t notice Mark’s eyes on you, watching your pretty features as your chest raised with every breath you took.

Shortly after, you fell asleep.

You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward but it's true

Three years ago

“It was a game. I won and now it’s over.” Mark said coldly as he looked away.

“What do you mean a game? And what is over? Mark, babe, I don’t understand.” Maybe you knew, maybe you tried to hide the fact that you saw it coming. Your relationship was too good to be true.

“I told my friends that I could fuck you within a year, and I did. We’ve been dating for ten months. I won. I can’t believe I waited ten months to fuck you.” He said casually.

“What?”

“Are you deaf? I fucked you and I got a lot of cash in exchange. Now we’re over. As simple as that.”

“You’re joking? Right? You love me, Mark. We love each other. It’s not funny.” Your voice broke.

“I’m not fucking joking,” he showed you the money he got, “Now, please get the fuck out of my apartment. Oh, and take your toothbrush with you.”

You were crying and that annoyed him. “Why are you fucking crying?!”

“M-Mark please don’t do this- I love you. I have never loved anyone like I love you. P-Please tell me you’re lying.” You sobbed.

“You know what, I’m leaving. Leave before I come back.”

Mark didn’t want to leave, but watching you cry and sob hurt him, he would never admit that to you but deep down, he felt something for you. Mark thought ending things with you was better than walking on eggshells. It was a matter of time until you would find out. He didn’t want to risk you finding out from someone else. The least he could do was tell you, face to face.

You loved him, you really loved him so much. He was a perfect boyfriend. There was not a single day you doubt him or your relationship. It hurt, you first ever heartbreak and you didn’t know how to handle the pain.

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to When I'm lying close to someone else You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it If I could do it all again I know I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you

After your breakup with Mark, you felt your life slowly falling apart. You were barely present in class and you stopped interacting with your friends. You drowned in self-pity and you fell deeper and deeper. Only Aera was there for you. After so many years of friendship, she always got your back.

“Is the pain ever going to stop?” you asked her between sobs.

“Honey, it’ll take a while, but I promise you, it’ll stop.”

Aera and Jaehyun were dating since first year of college and he told you that he had no idea about his oldest friend’s plan. Jaehyun was happy to see his friend happy- because was happy whenever he was with you. You went on double dates and spent so much time together, Jaehyun really thought that you and Mark were going to end up together.

“I swear I didn’t know. His other friends- that Haechan guy and the others were with him. He never told me because he know that we’re friends.”

“It’s okay, Jae. You’re not as childish as they’re. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

And Jaehyun and Aera never left your side until college was over. During your time thinking about life and finishing college, you met Minho, your current boyfriend. You started dating and you thought he’d help you get over Mark, but he only made you feel worse.

He was a fuckboy, he fucked anyone with tits, and even though you knew it, you still agreed to date him.

Multiple fights and breakups followed, and you always end up at Aera’s or Minho would leave for a couple days.

Whenever you were lonely, and it was the case most of time, you thought about Mark. You missed him, his lips, his touches, the way he laughed and his silly jokes. You missed the way he said I love you and how warm and loved you felt with him.

No matter how hard Mark hurt you, you didn’t regret falling in love with him. You’d do it again and again.

We never got it right Playing and replaying old conversations Overthinking every word and I hate it 'Cause it's not me And what's the point in hiding Everybody knows we got unfinished business And I'll regret it if I didn't say this isn't what it could be

Two days until the wedding

Mark shook you softly and tried to wake you up. “Hey, Y/n. We’re here. Wake up.”

“Just a little longer Markie.” You mumbled in your sleep as you held his hand. When you landed, Mark got scared again and just held your hand without asking you. You were asleep after all.

Mark’s heart was about to explode. He blushed at the nickname. You used to call him Markie every time you were sleepy or acting like a baby to get his attention.

And every fucking time he fell for it and his heart softened. “Okay baby.” This time Mark stroked your hand with his thumb.

About three minutes later, the flight attendant came to wake her. “Sir, ma’am. You need to leave the plane. We landed almost ten minutes ago.”

You slowly woke up and stretched your arms. “What? Oh, sorry.” You stood up, a little too fast. Everything was spinning, Mark held your waist and you fell on his lap.

“Are you sure we landed? Everything’s spinning around.” You held your head, not noticing that you were on Mark’s lap. “Y/n, uhm, could you stand up? But do it slowly this time!” he still held your waist. “What? Oh, shit, sorry.” You stood up, a little slower this time.

“Y/n! Mark! What took you so long? What the hell?” Aera looked strictly but as she saw Mark’s arm around your waist she softened. “S-she’s a little tipsy.” Mark said, cheeks red.

“Of course, she is.”

“Am not! Oh my god, the weather is so good!” your eyes were slightly open but as soon as you saw the sea and the beautiful architecture your smiled brightly. You pushed Mark’s arm off and started unbuttoning your shirt.

Mark’s eyes widened, and Jaehyun turned around, he didn’t want to watch you take off your clothes. Aera’s mouth fell open and Mark kept on watching you. Your tank top under your shirt rose a little and Mark’s eyes travelled to your soft skin. You put your shirt in your handbag and took out your sunglasses.

Mark’s eyes never left your body, his eyes going up to your breasts. He needs to get away from you or he’ll lose his mind.

“You can turn back baby, she’s wearing something underneath.”

“J-Jaehyun maybe we should… you know.” Mark locked eyes with Jaehyun.

“What you mean Mark?” Jaehyun asked cluelessly.

“A car, you know, for the hotel.”

“Oh yeah right. Ladies, don’t move away, we’ll go rent a car.” Jaehyun kissed Aera and then they left.

“I’m going to kill him.” You breathed out after Mark left. “You won’t.” Aera posed next to you as you took selfies together. “I will. I hate him. He acts like nothing happened, like, like he never broke my heart. As if we’re old friends or shit like that.”

“He acts totally shy around you. I think you intimidate him. Did you see how he watched you when you took off your shirt? That idiot was and is so into you.” Aera always thought that Mark loved you, no matter what he did. You don’t date someone for months just for 50 bucks. “He’s a man. As soon as they see tits, they’re on their knees.” You laughed.

“Well, maybe you should let him kneel for you a little longer. I guess he’s into that.” She giggled.

“I can’t believe that you just said that.” You closed your eyes. “Well, Jaehyun’s into that.”

“Jaehyun’s into what?” Jaehyun asked as he heard his name. “Into me of course.”

“That’s why I’m marrying you.” He pulled her in for a kiss- a very steamy and hot kiss. “Hello? Keep it PG-13 please.” You looked at them with disgust in your eyes. Mark awkwardly coughed next to you. “The car is ready.”

You were in the backseat with Mark, he was a little close for your liking. “Your leg is touching mine.” You said. “And?” he asked.

“I don’t like it.”

“Sounds like a you problem.” He said back. “Excuse me?” you said in disbelief.

Jaehyun and Aera locked eyes for a second.

Aera turned the radio louder and it was your song.

“Y/n! Isn’t that your favorite song?!” she yelled through the music. Mark glanced at you. He remembered the song. You had your first kiss with Mark, and that song was playing in the background. You were in his car, just like right now, in the backseat.

“No. It’s not.” You said as you looked out.

“What? But it’s in your Spotify playlist. What was it called? Fav songs? Best songs? His songs? My songs?” she kept on asking and you couldn’t take it anymore. “’Our songs’ but I deleted that because that playlist was stupid. Now, please. Change that songs.”

Mark smiled to himself. You still had the playlist called our songs? Mark and you created that playlist when you were dating and you always listened to it, over thousand times and it never got boring.

“Fine.” She sighed. “No! Don’t change that song. I-it is my favorite song.” Mark said and you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Okay.”

“Change it.” You demanded.

“Don’t.” Mark was looking at you too. “Aera, change the song.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Aera I’ll jump out of the car If you change it.” Mark threatened.

“He won, Y/n, sorry. He threatened with his life.”

You didn’t say anything because the song changed. You looked back to your phone, ignoring Mark.

“We’re here.” Jaehyun parked the car and you mouth fell open. The hotel looked stunning. “Holy shit. This place is fucking gorgeous.” Aera said happily. “Only the best for my fiancée.” Jaehyun was fucking cheesy but Aera loved it.

The hotel was not exactly like a hotel. It was more like little white house’s next to each other with a pool and a perfect view. The house was bigger than you thought, many guest rooms, a big room for the couple and a very big room for you and Mark, at the end of the hallway, far away from Jaehyun and Aera’s room.

“If you excuse us for a while, we have things to discuss in our room,” Jaehyun said as he winked at Aera. “But we’ll get dinner together. Don’t go too far, stay in your rooms or go swimming we don’t really care just leave us alone for an hour-“ Aera kicked his leg again. “or three.”

After unpacking your stuff, you decided to go to the pool. You changed to your black two-piece swimsuit and left your room and at the same time Mark opened his door and left his room. He was in his swim trunks and he stopped his movements as soon as he saw you leaving your room.

Mark tried to hide his gaze on your body, but he was quite obvious. “Stop staring.”

“I-I’m not staring.” He looked away.

“Sure.” You made your way outside, to the pool. It was extremely hot, you put your towel on the beach chair next to the pool and sat down, ready to put on some sunscreen. Mark entered the porch and looked at you. You put sunscreen on your legs and didn’t break the eye contact.

You wanted to tease him, provoke him so you put on a show. You slowly pulled the straps of your swimsuit down and slowly put the sunscreen on your neck and shoulders until you reached the upper part of your breasts. You didn’t need to look at Mark, you felt his eyes on your as he put his stuff down next to you.

“Mark?”

“Y-Yes?” he stuttered, his focus on your breasts.

“Could you help me? I can’t reach my back.” You said innocently.

Mark gulped, “Y-yeah I can, uhm, I can do that for you.”

Mark wasn’t the only one watching. You watched him too. You watched him take off his shirt and you couldn’t look away. He looked hot, hotter than before. Did he start working out? He caught you watching him and smirked at you. You threw the sunscreen to him and turned around. You untied the bikini bra but held it against your breasts.

He squeezed a little on his hand and slowly put it on your lower back, slowly massaging it into your skin. You didn’t know If his hands were cold or If the sunscreen was cold, but after he touched you, your entire body shivered. You got goosebumps, you even felt your nipples harden.

“Yes Mark, just like that.” You teased him again.

“Feels good?”

“Mhm…” you moaned.

His face was close to yours, you could feel his breathe against your neck. His hands slowly travelled down, slightly about your ass. “Hands up, Mark.” You pushed his hands up again, you wouldn’t let him touch your ass.

You leaned back, your head was resting on Mark’s shoulder. You were sitting between his legs and you grabbed his thigh after he put a little bit pressure on your back. You weren’t going to lie- it really felt good. Your muscles relaxed, you closed your eyes and just let him touch you.

“You want me to go harder?” he whispered in your ear. “Yes, please go harder on me.” And he did. You squeezed his thigh, your hand travelled higher and higher, “Fuck.” He mumbled under his breath and when you stopped, you moved forwards. “That’s enough.”

You tied your bikini bra back up and turned to him. He quickly tried to hide his bulge with a towel. “Are you perhaps turned-on Mark?” you mocked him.

“Your nipples are hard. I guess you are turned-on.”

He was right. You were turned on and your nipples were hard. “No, I’m not. Why would that turn me on? My nipples are hard b-because it’s cold. And stop looking you pervert!” you crossed your arms in front of you and made your way to the pool.

“Cold my ass.” He mumbled.

You slowly entered the pool, step by step. The temperature was good, you hoped your nipples would calm down. You watched Mark enter the pool, he was on the other side looking at you.

“This is my side and that is yours. Stay on your side and don’t bother me.” You told him strictly. Mark nodded and watched you. You just stared at each other and then Mark dove into the water. He swam towards you and when he got out, he was right in front of you, face, and hair wet. Chest rising and falling, eyes on you. Mark was really close, like, really close. You could feel the bulge against your thigh.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Swimming.” He caged you in his arms and pushed your body softly against the wall. He looked at you and the beautiful view of Greece and the ocean he had.

“Swim on your side of the pool.” He was annoying you so much.

“I have a better view from here.” Mark said as he looked you in the eyes. “Fine, you can stay here-“

“Don’t go.” He whispered. “Why? I’m blocking your view.”

“You are the view.”

You didn’t say anything back- you couldn’t. Your heart was beating against your chest, breathing got difficult and you couldn’t calm down. He was so close, you were about to lose your mind.

Mark wasn’t doing any better. You looked ethereal. You looked as beautiful as the first time he had met you. You were even prettier and the way you were so cold to him was kind of hot. Mark thought that his feelings for you died but seeing you after such a long time only made him realize, that his feelings for you got even stronger.

He always asked Jaehyun about you, but Jaehyun punched him and told him to fuck off because he had hurt his girlfriends’ best friend and his own friend, too. In Jaehyun’s eyes, Mark was a great friend, and he would trust him with his life, but after what he had done to you, Mark lost the right to know about your life. Still, Mark tried to find out If you were feeling any better after the breakup. If you were happy without him in your life, but he always failed and reaching out to you would be the worst thing he could do to you.

Mark’s hands were on your waist. He pushed his body against yours and he knew how nervous you were, but two can play this game.

Your hand was on his toned stomach, caressing it softly and then going down. You never broke eye contact and when your hand landed on his crotch, softly squeezing his bulge, he let out a moan. You were bold, you kept on playing with his bulge and Mark’s lips were attacking your neck. He placed soft kisses and started sucking.

“Fuck, Y/n. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.” He moaned as he squeezed your waist slightly. Before you could realize what exactly was happening, your phone rang.

“Ignore it.” Mark mumbled, his lips leaving your skin for a second.

“Mark- no.”

“Please… I’m so close.” He kissed your neck up to your jaw. You wanted to keep doing whatever the fuck you were doing with fucking Mark Lee, but your phone never stopped ringing. “You’re close?”

“Yes baby, so close.”

And you stopped your hand movements immediately. “W-What no please-“ he begged but you pushed him away. “You’re a big boy, right? You don’t need me.” You stepped out of the pool and wrapped the towel around yourself. Mark was painfully hard, and he was about to cum.

You took your phone and looked at the messages you just got. Minho texted you and you realized that you just gave Mark a handjob, even though he didn’t cum, and you totally forgot about Minho’s existence. Not that Minho always had you on his mind.

“You have got to be kidding me.” You said.

Mark looked at you curiously.

You called Minho immediately, not caring If you lost so much money since you called someone abroad.

“What the fuck does that mean?!” you asked angrily.

“I’m busy- I can’t attend the wedding.”

“Busy my ass, fuck you. This is my best friend’s wedding, the least you could do is to come to the wedding and stay next to your fucking girlfriend.” You were so angry, you didn’t care about anything.

Mark didn’t want to listen to your private conversation- and he had to jerk off- but after hearing the word girlfriend, he stopped in his tracks and listened.

“I have so much work and it’s just a wedding- I’ll make it up to you.” Minho said but you were distracted by the voices and music. “A-Are you at the club? You promised you’d never do that again?!”

“I’m with some colleagues-“ he lied.

“It’s fine. I don’t have time for this right now.” You hung up without listening to him any further. You were exhausted, so fucking exhausted. You turned to your left and saw Mark watching you. “Who was that?” he asked.

“None of your business.” You were cold to him again. Mark was about to say something, but you left without giving him the chance.

The only thing on your mind right now was Mark’s lips on your body. You took a hot shower and changed into a pretty sundress, perfect for the hot weather.

Mark was under the shower, after he jerked off, you still didn’t leave his mind. All he could think about was you and the person to whom you were talking.

After an hour, Aera told you to get ready- you were all going out for dinner. You all got ready and left the house. You were in the backseat with Mark again, not exchanging a word with the three, you were in your own world.

When you felt Mark’s hand on your thigh you turned your head to him. “Huh?”

“Burgers? What do you say?” he asked softly and pulled his hand back. “Sure.” You just wanted to drink, you didn’t care about food.

Jaehyun parked next to a restaurant and when you entered, you were all shocked. It was a beautiful restaurant with a terrace and a pretty view. Aera was next to you, Jaehyun across from her and Mark right across from you.

It felt like back then when you were going on actual double dates. “I think I have a déjà vu?” Jaehyun laughed awkwardly. “Ouch!” Mark yelped. “Sorry Mark, I wanted to kick Jaehyun.” Aera said. “Why would you want to kick me?” he asked his girlfriend. “Babe, shut up.” It was so awkward.

Mark looked at you, he knew exactly what Jaehyun was talking about. “Do you guys remember when the waiter pushed Jaehyun’s head into the cake?” Mark laughed at the memory the four of your shared. You didn’t say anything, but the others laughed. “Oh my god that was hilarious. He tasted so delicious.” Aera winked at him. “Okay, well, uhm, I wasn’t talking about that.” Mark scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“My baby likes it when her fiancée tastes like strawberries.” Jaehyun smirked at Aera.

“This is absolutely not something we want to hear, Jesus.” Mark said disgusted.

After finishing dinner, you walked on the beach together. “Hey, babe, what’s on your mind?” Aera pulled you back to talk to you. She knew something was up.

“I just- Minho isn’t coming and I’m not sad about it. Why am I not sad about it?” you asked her. “Thanks god- I mean, I think your brain started working finally. Do you even see a future with him?” she asked you. “No, I don’t b-but I’ll never have future with anyone- I guess I’m just not worth-“

“If you dare to finish that sentence, I’ll push you into the water.” Aera threatened you. “Listen, I know when you are happy, and there was not a single time you were happy in that relationship, not like you were with that dumbass-“ she pointed at Mark, “The last time I saw you truly happy was with him, and I’m not saying go get Mark, I’m saying that Minho isn’t worth it. You are too good for him and there’s someone who loves you so much and who deserved your love and attention. Not that looser.”

And your eyes never left Mark’s back.

Something inside you switched, you don’t need a man next to you to be happy, well definitely not a man like Minho- he wasn’t even a man. After all the tears and fights you finally opened your eyes, and you knew that you deserve better.

“Fuck this shit I’m breaking up with that piece of shit.” And you really did. Aera held your hand as you dialed his number and called him.

“Y/n? It’s fucking 4 am.” Minho said. “Babe-“ you heard in the background, but you didn’t fucking care.

“You know what, I don’t even fucking care. Do whatever you want- thanks god you aren’t coming. I don’t have to make memories with an asshole like you. Go back to your slut. I’ll get my stuff when I’m back. I’m done with you” And you hung up.

You felt better than ever before.

You didn’t feel like crying- you were happy, you wanted to make great memories with your best friend and after so many years, you finally broke up with Minho. You felt free and when you looked to your left, to the stunning view you had, you just smiled.

“I’m so proud of you. You know, there are a couple single friends of Jaehyun coming to the wedding, maybe you’ll get some dick.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Jaehyun’s friends? Are we really sure about that?” you joked, looking at Mark again.

“You are right.”

Meanwhile, Mark and Jaehyun were talking about you.

“Dude, she was talking about someone not attending the wedding and like, she said girlfriend or something, I don’t know- is she… is Y/n dating someone?” Mark asked, he was scared of the answer. He had hope to get you back, but when you were someone else’s, he couldn’t do anything.

“Yeah, Minho. Such a piece of shit, like, he’s worse than you-“

“Hey!”

“Sorry, but like, what you did was an asshole move but he’s like constantly an asshole, I think that’s worse than being a dick just once. He cheats and yells and is so fucking disrespectful, if it weren’t for Y/n I’d kill him and I can’t believe that he’s coming to my wedding, god.”

Mark was shocked, you’re really dating someone like him?

“Why isn’t she leaving him?” he asked Jaehyun. “I don’t really know, they started dating right after you left, maybe she tried to move on with him.”

Mark knew he had hurt you really bad, but you tried to move on that soon? Why did you touch him like that when you have a boyfriend? Why did you let him kiss your neck and be so close?

“Let’s go to the club!” you yelled happily, and Mark turned to you. “Club?” he asked.

“Yes, the fucking club, I want to get wasted!” you sang happily.

And the next stop was a club. After a couple shots (Jaehyun didn’t drink anything except for water, he’s the driver), you and Aera danced on the dancefloor happily together. You felt so alive and excited, you jumped around and Mark couldn’t keep his eyes away from you.

The way your dress slightly rose and exposed your beautiful legs. He hoped nobody else was looking at you like he did.

“You’re staring.” Jaehyun said.

“Am not.”

“You’re so fucking obvious, it physically hurts me to see you like this.” Jaehyun patted Mark’s back.

“Do you think she still hates me?” Mark asked. “Well, I would.”

“That’s not helpful.” Mark gulped down another shot. “Alright, I’m sorry. She’s like, pissed, but I don’t think she hates you.”

“Baby! Dance with me!” Aera pulled Jaehyun to the dance floor and he didn’t resist. He had to show everyone that Aera was his girl, his fiancée. Dancing slowly turned into a make out session and not even five minutes later, they left the dancefloor and entered the restroom.

After dancing for so long, you returned back to your table. “What are you doing here all alone?” you asked Mark.

“Drinking.” He drank shot after shot. “Share with me.” You sat down next to him, really close. Your thighs touching and his gaze on your legs made you smirk.

“Let’s play a game. We’ll ask questions and If we don’t want to answer, we take a shot. Okay?”

You nodded, that could get really interesting. You ordered a whole vodka bottle and started the game.

“Ladies first.”

“What a gentleman. Well, okay, I got a question. Did you get to cum today?” you asked boldly. “I did.” He smirked at you.

“Okay, uhm, were you turned on?”

You took a shot, yes you were so turned on, but you wouldn’t say that out loud.

Mark looked you in the eyes, “Do I look hot?”

“So fucking hot.” Mark said without thinking.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked now, you took a shot, which was a pretty obvious answer to him. He put his hand on your thigh. He squeezed slightly. “I never said yes.” You said. “You also never said no. Do you want me to stop touching you?”

“It’s not your turn.” Which meant that you didn’t want him to stop touching you.

After a couple shots, Mark finally asked you the question he was dying to ask.

“Did you miss me?” his face was serious, and he looked you the deep in the eyes. Whenever Mark asked you a question to which you couldn’t say no, you took a shot, just like you did at this question. Mark knew that you had missed him.

“I missed you. So much.” He came closer, nose brushing yours. Mark pressed his lips on the corner of your lips. He slightly pulled back and you looked at you, you weren’t stopping him, so he continued.

The next kiss landed on the tip of your nose and then on the other corner of your lips. Mark squeezed your thigh with a little bit more pressure as he finally placed his lips on yours. Mark kissed you slowly and without realizing it, you kissed him back. You shut your eyes and let him kiss you. He kissed you with so much passion, so much longing and you cupped his cheeks to pull him closer.

His right hand held you by your waist and squeezed it, you gasped, and he put his hot muscle in your mouth. His tongue was playing with yours, he sucked on your lower lip and you could feel yourself getting wetter with every touch and every kiss. You forgot that you were in public, everyone could watch your heavy make-out session with Mark.

“M-Mark-“ you moaned.

“Mhmm…” he didn’t want to stop-

“Mark- there are people around -fuck- us-“ when he started kissing your neck, you lost it.

“Don’t care.” And he kept kissing your skin. “I can’t get enough of you.” He smirked as he left a mark on your skin.

You opened your eyes and saw Jaehyun and Aera coming. You pushed Mark away and acted like you didn’t just have the best kiss of your life.

“We’re done,” Aera giggled, “We should go back, it’s late and we should get sober until tomorrow night. I want to remember my bachelorette party.”

You just nodded, grabbed your purse, and left the club with the others coming after you.

The car ride was awkward. Mark wanted to hold your hand, but you tried to leave as much space as possible between you. Your head was spinning, you wanted him but the voice in your head told you to back off.

Mark was silent the whole ride back and after you left, he could finally breath again.

“The others are coming tomorrow, I trust my best man to take care of them.” Jaehyun and Mark talked on the way back to the house and you tried to ignore the fact that Mark was really walking right next to you.

“Of course, dude. You’re bachelor party is going to be crazy, by the way.” Mark planed something big for Jaehyun.

“No strippers.” Jaehyun warned.

“No strippers for you.” Mark teased even though he was suddenly not interested in seeing women, except for you. You were on his mind and you just didn’t want to leave.

That kind of hurt you.

You accidently locked eyes with Mark, and he wanted to punch himself. “I- I mean I don’t want them either- you know? I swear I didn’t book any strippers.” Mark tried to save himself, but you just rolled your eyes.

“We’re going to have strippers though, Aera.”

“What? Aera, babe, I thought we said no strippers.” Jaehyun pouted.

“I told her! Y/n No strippers!” Aera panicked.

“No strippers for you.” You mocked Mark and he glared at you.

“No strippers and that’s final.” Jaehyun said strictly like a dad, pointing his finger at me.

“I was just joking- don’t worry. No strippers. Promise.”

You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it's forward but it's true

The next day was hectic. Family members and friends finally arrived and you, as the maid of honor, tried your best to be there for them and for Aera. Mark on the other hand just hung out with Jaehyun. The wedding is tomorrow and the bachelor parties are tonight. Aera was a little stressed, even with your help. She was talking with the catering company and you could see how exhausted she was.

“Aera, go take a long relaxing bath, I got this. I have your list and all of the information. Let me manage this, you need to relax and enjoy this. I don’t want you to stress.” You told her.

“You’re right, I trust you with this.”

You did everything you had to do. You were done with the check list and when you were about to go to your room to take a quick nap, a voice interrupted you.

“So, Y/n. Did you get hotter? Or is it just the weather in Greece?”

You turned around and faced Johnny Suh. A close friend of Jaehyun and he was always flirting with you, even when you dated Mark, but it was harmless. He was always nice and kind and you flirted back, just for fun of course and well, you liked making Mark jealous.

“Oh look at you! Long time no see.” You hugged him and the other boys trailing after him. Mark leading the boys and watching you and Johnny flirt right in front of him.

You hugged the others, and they didn’t know how to act, since Mark was glaring at them, which you didn’t notice.

“So Y/n, do you need any help?” Johnny said, winking at you.

“I’m actually done with everything, I was about to take a nap.”

“A nap? Come on, we’re in Greece. Let’s go to the beach.” Johnny suggested and everyone agreed with him, even Mark.

You thought about it for a second. Going to beach sound perfect, who knows If you ever come to Greece again.

“Alright, I’ll go get my stuff and change.”

You changed to your bikini and a sundress. You packed your back, a couple towels, sunscreen, and your sunglasses. The boys were already waiting for you. Jungwoo, Mark, Johnny and Yuta were the only ones who wanted to go to the beach. Jaehyun was napping and the others wanted to go to the city.

You were sitting between Jungwoo and Mark. Johnny was driving and Yuta took the passenger seat. You pressed your legs together, you didn’t want to touch Mark’s legs. After everything that happened last night, you were scared and you didn’t know what to do. Mark wasn’t doing any better. It was so awkward and if he could, he would kiss you again.

Not even 15 minutes later, you arrived at the beach and it was such a beautiful view.

“Wow, it’s so beautiful.” You said with wide eyes.

“Not as beautiful as you are.” Johnny flirted and you softly hit him on the shoulder, “Shut up.”

Mark tried to ignore Johnny’s flirty behavior, but it was so hard, even back when you and Mark were still dating, he hated it whenever Johnny flirted like that with you. He didn’t even know why, he shouldn’t have cared, he was only dating you for the money, right? But now it was different. Now he cared even more, he wanted you and it drove him crazy that you ignored him all day.

When you settled down right in front of the beach, Yuta and Jungwoo dropped everything and ran straight into the water.

“They didn’t put any sunscreen on.” Johnny mumbled, “Can you help me put some on Y/n?” he asked you.

“Sure.”

Once again, Mark wanted to punch his friend.

The way you put sunscreen on Johnny’s back was quick, you wanted to annoy Mark, you didn’t want him to think that you were really interested in Johnny. Johnny thanked you and asked you if you need help too and when you nodded, Mark remembered when he put sunscreen on your back yesterday.

Mark smirked at the memory, you’re so beautiful and your moans were so pretty and-

Mark’s thoughts were interrupted by you.

“Johnny, you are so strong, it feels so good.”

How could you say that, Mark thought.

“Y/n are you still with that piece of shit?” Johnny asked you as he massaged your back. “No I broke up with him.”

“So you’re single right?”

“Fuck- Yes, single.” You closed your eyes and enjoyed the massage you were getting.

“Hyung, I think Yuta is calling your name.” Mark interrupted.

“I can’t hear anything?” you mumbled.

“For real, he called your name just a second ago, maybe you should go look after him.”

Johnny’s plan worked. Johnny could hear the jealousy in Mark’s voice. Johnny wasn’t really interested in you, yeah you were pretty and you have a great personality, but you were still Mark’s ex-girlfriend and Johnny knew that Mark still liked you, even though he never admitted that.

“Alright, maybe Mark can continue?” Johnny asked you.

“I don’t know… Mark’s not as strong as you are.” You teased.

“I am strong, did you forget about yesterday-“

“Okayyyy.” Johnny laughed awkwardly and left you two.

Mark placed his hands on your back, he softly massaged you. You were laying on your stomach and Mark slowly untangled your bikini straps.

“How is this?” he asked you as he put a little pressure on your back.

“G-Good, so good.”

“You like making me jealous huh?” his hand travelled down but he stopped right before your butt.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said innocently even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Oh baby, you do. You know what I’m talking about,” he put a little bit of pressure on your neck, “I really want to spank you for behaving like a brat.”

“Do it.”

“Don’t play with me.” Mark bend forward and pressed his lips on your bare shoulder. He left wet kisses on your skin and you closed your eyes and let him.

You missed him. You missed Mark so much. You wanted him and he wanted you, but there was still something holding you back.

You got interrupted by the ringing of your phone.

Mark pulled back and when you tried to stand up to reach for your phone, you forgot that your bikini was loose.

“Oh shit-“ you laid back and Mark giggled. He tied your straps back together and you finally answered your phone.

“Hi Aera, yeah we’re at the beach. Everything is done, don’t worry I took care of everything. Yeah be ready at 9 I’m not telling you what I’ve planned. The dress code is red and short. No Jaehyun won’t get jealous because he won’t get to see you until the wedding. Oh, I’m- I’m with Mark right now- would you shut up we’re not-“ you glanced at Mark who was already looking at you, “I’m hanging up now.”

Aera teased you with Mark, she asked you why you were alone with him and if you were doing dirty things with him.

“I’m going to the boys, are you coming?” you asked him softly.

Mark just nodded and trailed after you.

After your fun beach day, you got ready for the bachelorette party. Aera’s three other friends were also coming and knew about your plan. You booked a limousine and a VIP place in a club, it wasn’t much, but Aera liked it the traditional way.

After changing to a short red dress with thin straps, you put on makeup and you were ready to go. The others were also ready and Aera tried to hide herself.

“Jaehyun can’t see me like this- he’d rip this dress off me, then he would fuck me and then he would burn it.”

“Calm down, Johnny told me that they already left.” You assured her.

“Fine. Fuck I look so hot.” Aera opened her front camera once again and looked at herself.

“Yes you do and now let’s get wasted!!” one of her other friends said.

Driving in a limousine was fun, Aera popped the champagne bottle carefully and after driving around the city for 3 hours and having fun in the limousine, you arrived at the club.

You entered the VIP lounge and the night started perfectly. Everyone was having fun, dancing, and drinking.

Aera secretly texted Jaehyun that she missed him and loved him. She also left for about five minutes just to talk to him in the restroom.

“Where the hell were you?” you asked her.

“I was talking to Jaehyun I’m sorry I’ll turn my phone off now.”

And she did, of course after she texted Jaehyun that she was turning her phone off, she didn’t want him to worry and also have fun.

After that, Aera drank and danced like there was no tomorrow.

You were also having the time of your life, it’s been so long since you danced freely in a club. No, it’s been so long since you had fun at all. When you were with Minho, you never had any fun. It was always about him, his pleasure, his feelings, everything about him. All you could think about was Mark when you were with Minho. No matter how much Mark hurt you, when he was your boyfriend, he was always perfect. He valued you more than Minho ever did. You shouldn’t be thinking about Mark when you were lying next to someone else, but you couldn’t help it.

“Y/n?”

You turned around and your eyes met Mark’s.

“M-Mark? Are you real? Or am I dreaming?” you giggled, you were tipsy.

“I’m real,” he stroked your cheek, “This island is so small, we ended up at the same club.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your waist. “I was thinking about you the whole day.” you admitted, you were drunk and drunk you always said the truth.

“Me too. Couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“Are you drunk?” you asked.

“No, but I’m still telling you the truth. I missed you.”

“I miss-“

“Y/n! Jaehyun is here and he can’t see Aera, it’s almost midnight! It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!” Aera’s friend giggled, “and she’s so fucking drunk and I’m so drunk too,” she giggled again.

You sobered up quickly, thanks god you didn’t drink much, there has to be someone sober enough to take care of everyone and you could never forgive yourself if anything happens before the wedding.

“I’ll take her back to the hotel, you guys can stay and have more fun.” You told her and she thanked you and told you to call if anything happens.

Mark followed you, he helped you carry Aera to the taxi.

“I’ll come with you.” Mark said.

“Don’t worry about us. I can take care of us, go have fun with the boys.” You smiled softly.

“No I want to be with you- I mean, I was bored anyway, and tomorrow is the big day, I should have some… sleep.” He scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

When you arrived at the hotel, Mark helped you carry Aera to your room. She was going to stay with you for tonight, Jaehyun shouldn’t see her before the wedding.

“Sleep tight, tomorrow is going to be your big day.” you said as you tugged her in.

You turned to Mark with a small smile on your face, “Thank you. For helping me with her.”

“Of course. Uhm, do you, only if you want to of course, do you want to drink something with me? In m-my room if that’s okay for you. I mean it’s still early and I’m not really sleepy, you know.” Mark rambled.

“Yeah, sure.” You said shyly.

Mark opened the door and you entered his room. His room was clean and had a perfect view. Even at night, the view was beautiful. The lights in the dark, the moon shining brightly, it looked mesmerizing.

You stood in front of his window and Mark watched you with a smile on his lips to you, the view was everything but to Mark, you were everything. You looked absolutely beautiful to him.

Mark took a couple steps and was now right behind you. He wrapped his arms around you and put his head on your shoulder. You intertwined your fingers with his and pulled him closer to you.

“It’s beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.” He whispered softly against your ear.

You turned around, his arms still around you and his face so close to yours.

“I couldn’t tell you this in the club so I’m going to say it now,” you whispered against his lips, “I missed you too, Mark. I missed you so much.”

And without thinking twice, you both leaned in and kissed.

You closed your eyes immediately and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, he did the same, he pulled you closer by your waist and pressed you against the window.

He kissed you gently and slowly, your heart pounded against your chest and Mark’s heart was racing, too. As if time stopped right there, as if they were never apart. Mark’s right hand was on your jaw, softly pushing your head up to get better access to your mouth, you let out a soft moan, Mark used the opportunity to meet your tongue.

The kiss was perfect, slow but still so passionate.

Mark pulled back, you were breathing heavily and heat rose from your stomach to your chest, a feeling you couldn’t really describe.

He left wet kisses on your cheek, down to your jaw and then your neck. You tilt your head back, Mark sucked on your soft skin as your hands tangled in his hair, lightly pulling.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, you just wanted to take off this dress and let Mark fuck you.

“D-Do you want this?” he asked you.

“Yes-“ you whimpered as he sucked on your sensitive spot.

Mark pulled you to his bed, with you on top of him straddling his lap. Your lips connected again, you tried to unbutton his shirt as he grabbed your butt softly and squeezed it.

You almost ripped his shirt, but you didn’t care.

It was your turn to press your lips on his neck.

Mark closed his eyes, the way his crotch met you when you pressed yourself against him, the way your lips kissed his soft skin, leaving pretty marks on Mark.

Mark couldn’t take it anymore. His pants were so tight, it almost hurt. He wanted to feel you, he needed to feel you. Mark changed positions, he was on top of you now.

“Take this off- please, fuck, take this off now.” He looked for the zipper of your dress and when he finally found it, he wanted to cry.

He took off your dress, and fuck, he was going crazy. You weren’t wearing a bra, only your black panties.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

The way Mark looked at you made you feel so beautiful. You weren’t shy like you used to be, you felt good and you wanted him so bad.

You pulled him up for a short kiss.

Mark took off his pants as fast as he could and he was painfully hard. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. His lips were on your nipple, he sucked on your breast and his hand was playing with the other one. After sucking on your one nipple, his attention was on the other one. “Mark- fuck, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.” You moaned.

You were so wet and feeling Mark’s cock against your thigh turned you so on.

While playing with your nipples, his one hand found your pussy. He stroked it over your panties, but then his hand travelled in your panties and he started playing with your wet pussy.

“Baby you are so wet. All for me?”

“Yes, yes. So wet for you, Mark.” You closed your eyes tightly. It felt so good to feel his hands on you again.

Even thought Mark wanted to taste you, he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be in you now.

“You can take me, right baby? I need to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me Mark.” You also couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to cum.

Mark took off his boxers and hovered above you. “F-Fuck I don’t have a condom.”

“You don’t have a condom? Why?” you asked him.

“Well, I didn’t think that I was going to fuck you here.”

“What if you’d met someone else here?” you asked curiously.

“I’m not interested in someone else. I want you- I always wanted you.” He admitted shyly.

You looked each other in the eyes for a couple seconds, he leaned in and pecked your lips. He pulled back and looked at you again.

“You can fuck me without a condom. I’m on the pill and I haven’t had sex in months,” You can’t even remember the last time Minho fucked you. “And I never fucked without a condom after I had sex with you.”

“Me too. I mean after… after you I haven’t fucked raw.”

“Okay.” You said softly.

“Okay.” He leaned in and pressed his lips on yours.

While kissing you, he slowly pushed his cock in you. You grabbed his biceps tightly, he stretched you, you haven’t been fucked in so long, you got even tighter.

Mark pulled back and looked at you. “You feel so good around me. So, so fucking good. I missed you so much.” With that, Mark pushed his entire length inside of you.

“Fuck-“

He was fucking into you, slowly but hard. You could feel his entire length and he always hit your sweet spot. “Right there- Mark, fuck.”

“I-I want to ride you. Mark, fuck.” You moaned.

Mark turned you, you were now on top of him.

You bounced on his cock up and down, his hands on your waist pushed you down and he thrusted his hips to fuck into you. Your hands were on his shoulder, holding him. Even though you wanted to ride him, he was fucking you hard and good.

“M-Mark I’m gonna cum. Fuck Fuck Mark-“

And then your climax hit you. You collapsed on top of him and he still fucked into you. “Fuck feel so good. Y-you feel so good.” Mark was so close and the way he kept fucking you overstimulated you. You clenched one last time and Mark came inside of you, painting you walls white. He moaned your name as he came and you could feel him twitching inside of you.

Mark wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his chest. Mark pulled his cock out of you. You could hear his heart beating against his chest.

The night was perfect, after cleaning you up, you were wrapped in his arms once again. You talked about everything that night. Everything you had missed when you were apart.

“Can I ask you something?” he said.

“Sure.”

“Did you ever love him? Minho or whatever his name was.” Mark was jealous, even though you were in his arms.

“No, I don’t think that I’ve ever loved anyone, except for you. I always loved you.”

Mark smiled and kissed your temple.

“Why were you with him? Why didn’t you break up with him? Jaehyun told me that he’s an asshole.”

“After- after you broke up with me, I was… lost. I didn’t know what to do. I felt worthless and just- useless. He made me feel- wanted? I don’t know. I needed someone to forget you and he didn’t care. He never cared about me but he made me believe that he loved me. And that’s all I wanted. I just wanted to be loved.” You whispered the last part. A tear escaped your eye and you were quick enough to wipe it away. But Mark still noticed.

Mark felt bad. He never wanted you to feel this way. You were a dream. You were so perfect and it was his fault that you felt worthless. If anyone was useless, it was Mark.

“It’s my fault a-and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that you felt that way, but it’s not true. You are so much more. You are perfect in every possible way. You are more than anyone could ask for. I’ll never forgive myself that I made you feel this way.” Mark teared up and pulled you even closer.

“C-Can I ask you something?” you asked this time.

“Y-Yes.”

“What did you do with the money?” you were always curious about that.

Mark gulped hard, the memory pained him. “I gave it back.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t take money from a stupid bet, a bet that hurt you. I wasn’t proud of what I did. I wanted to forget that it happened, that I did that to you. I wanted to erase that from my memory. But I couldn’t erase you.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you. I loved you back then and I love you now. I never stopped loving you but I was too scared to reach out to you. I thought you hated me and it took me long to realize how much I love you.”

You looked up to him, you didn’t want to cry but your eyes were teary. “You love me?”

“Yes, I love you. I love you so much. There was not a single day without missing you, not a single day without regret eating me alive.”

“S-So you still love?”

“Yes. I love you.” He looked you deep in the eyes.

“I love you too.”

Mark smiled widely. Oh, how he missed hearing that you loved him.

“I’m sorry for everything.”

“It’s okay.” You pecked his lips but that wasn’t enough for Mark. He climbed on top of you and kissed you passionately.

His hand was on your naked thigh, stroking it softly. You were wet and when Mark put his hand on your wet pussy, you moaned.

Mark circled your clit and his tongue played with yours. It felt so good. He slowly put two fingers inside of your cunt and thrusted them in and out. You clenched around his fingers and you could feel your climax coming. Mark added a third finger.

His lips were back on your skin. Mark softly kissed your boobs and sucked on your sensitive nipples.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum?” he asked you between his kisses.

“Yes- I’m so close.”

“Look at me.” His face was close to yours again, and when you looked at him, at his dark doe eyes, you came.

After you calmed down, you glanced at the clock in the room.

“Shit, Mark. It’s almost six in the morning. We need to sleep.”

You talked the whole night and after two orgasms and cuddling, you didn’t notice that it was already this late.

“But I’m hard.” He pouted.

“Do you want me to suck you off?”

“Yes, please baby, please suck me off.” He begged.

You were on the edge of the bed, your face right in front of his hard cock.

You slowly licked from the bottom to his tip. You pumped his cock in your hand a couple times before you put it inside of your mouth. After pumping him, you licked the slit on his tip.

“Babe- don’t tease me.” He whimpered.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Anything- but just please, do something.”

You put his entire length inside of your mouth, bobbing your head up and down and pumping the part of his dick you couldn’t put inside of your mouth.

You stopped bobbing you head and stared licked his tip again. “Babe- please. Please make me cum.”

Mark was going crazy. He needed to cum, his cock was so sensitive now, he twitched every time you licked or touched him.

“Okay, baby. I teased you enough, I’ll make you cum. You want to cum right?” you kissed his cock and he nodded. “Please. I want to cum on your face.”

You sucked his dick properly this time, he was so sensitive and so close, not even ten seconds later, he came on your face, just like he wanted to.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. That was so fucking good, babe, fuck.” Mark was breathing heavily, the intense orgasm tired him. You cleaned you face, fortunately he only came on your face and inside of your mouth.

You crawled back to him and kissed his lips. “Thank you.” He thanked you. “I love sucking your dick.”

“No, well yeah thank you for that too but I’m thankful for everything. Thank you for forgiving me.”

“I love you.”

And you fell asleep in his arms.

I'd go back to you I'd go back to you What was there, wasn't sure But I'd go back to you I know I'd go back to you

Not even three hours later, your alarm clock woke you and Mark up.

“I don’t want to leave you.” You mumbled.

“I don’t want you to leave either. Stay a little longer.” He kissed your shoulder.

“I can’t I have to wake up Aera. It’s her big day, it needs to be perfect.”

“Everything you do is perfect.” Mark flirted.

“Shut up, I’ll see you later okay? Thank you for last night.”

“I love you.” He leaned down and kissed you. After kissing for two minutes to pulled back again. “I have to go.”

“Just five more minutes.”

Almost thirty minutes later, you tiptoed to your bedroom. Aera was wide awake playing with her phone when she saw you.

“Where the fuck were you and why are- oh my god.” Aera understood immediately. “You bitch fucked Mark didn’t you.”

“Yes, and now shut up and get ready for your wedding day!”

“I know I know, but like, I’m happy if you are happy. Are you happy?” she asked you worriedly.

“Yes. I’ve never been happier I think.” You smiled. You were really happy and so in love with Mark.

“Then I’m happy.”

Hours later, you found yourself in your maid of honor dress, looking absolutely gorgeous. Mark was helping you with everything. With the catering company, the guests and everything else that needed to be taken care of.

Mark stole kisses from you here and there and now he pulled you back to his bedroom and kissed you intensely.

“You look so stunning- I can’t stop staring at you. I love you, pretty girl.” He kissed you again.

“M-Mark fuck, you look so hot and I really want to fuck you, b-but, fuck we can’t.” you closed your eyes and let him kiss your neck.

“Okay, okay. I’m trying to stay calm, but fuck, you look so good I want to rip that dress off.”

“We’ll have the whole night. Let’s go back, people are going to get suspicious.”

When you went back, you met Johnny and Yuta on your way.

“Where are you two coming from?” Yuta asked.

“My bedroom- ouch.” You kicked Mark’s leg.

“What were you doing in your bedroom?” Johnny asked amused. “Do you want me to show you?” Mark asked with a smirk.

“Mark? What the f-“ and then Mark pulled you in and kissed you fully on the lips.

He could finally show Johnny that you belonged to him, that you always belonged to him.

“Well I guess we saw that coming.” Yuta laughed with Johnny. The two left and you were still kissing.

“Ew! He is eating her Mommy!” you heard a little girl scream.

You pulled away immediately and apologized.

Mark laughed his ass off as he walked you to Aera’s dressing room. “I’m going to eat you tonight. But not your mouth. I’m going to eat your cunt.”

“I can’t wait. I’ll see you at the ceremony alright? I need to stay with Aera now.”

“Okay baby.” He kissed you goodbye.

The wedding ceremony ended so quickly, next thing you knew you were in Mark’s arms slow dancing. Aera and Jaehyun’s wedding was truly beautiful. Everything went smoothly and you were finally resting in the arms of your lover.

Aera and Jaehyun were also slow dancing and smiling happily. Not only because it was the most important night of their lives- also because their best friends were finally happy together.

“Y/n?” Mark said your name softly.

“Mhm?” you hummed with closed eyes.

“I’m really sorry that I put you trough all of that, and I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize my real feelings for you. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met in my entire life and I’m going to do everything I can to keep you in my arms. I don’t want to see sad ever again. I’ll love you until my last breath.”

You promised yourself you weren’t going to cry that night, but a couple tears still escaped.

“You know, I was hurt but I healed and I’m more than ready to do this with you again. It was you. My heart always longed for you, and I don’t think that there could be anyone I would love as much as I love you. You could break my heart thousand times, I would go back to you over and over again.” You looked up to him, he could see the love you felt for him in your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” And with that, Mark pressed his lips on yours and kissed you with so much love and adoration.

I'll go back to you I'll go back to you I know I'd go back to you I'll go back to you I'll go back to you I know I'd go back to you

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Glad You Exist -> Tyson Jost

Summary: After a confession gone wrong, Tyson recounts a few times when he should have realized you were confessing your love.

Author's Note: I think we should all know I'm a bitch for any fics based off of songs but also country songs. Here is another edition of Claudia writes based on songs. I hope you enjoy this, and please let me know what you thought!

Warnings: explicit female reader, a few curse words, alcohol, getting drunk, making laundry detergent going wrong, confessions going wrong; mostly proofread, angst

Word Count: 3.6k (including lyrics)

Italics are flashbacks

Here's to all the late night drunk phone calls that you picked up Here's to all the bad decisions that you didn't judge All the "love yous" and the "hate yous" and the secrets that you told me Here's to everyone but mostly us

Tyson places his phone down on the coffee table and sighs as it turns off. He’s tried to call you about three times now, but knowing the way things were between you two, it makes sense why you’d let it go to voicemail and not pickup. The past few days have been rough on Tyson. He hasn’t heard your voice at all, and it’s starting to be a drag on him. He used to hear your voice and that alone would be enough for him to keep going, keep smiling and keep being happy. When all he hears are the same words through your voicemail message, Tyson’s mood continuously shifts. He’s tired of hearing the same words. He wants something new from you, something more. He guesses that if he opened his eyes sooner, he would have realized that it was all there. It was there the whole time. You were there the whole time, and his love for you was there the entire time.

Tyson makes sure his ringer is on because he doesn’t know if you’ll call. Although you’re probably still pretty pissed at him, Tyson isn’t sure. Maybe, just maybe, a miracle will come through, and you’ll realize that Tyson is an idiot who just wants to be forgiven, like, yesterday. He glances at his empty glass. Normally, if Tyson were feeling like shit, the glass would be filled with tequila. Anything that would numb the pain he was feeling. However, he knows that the minute he grabs the bottle, your scolding but kind tone would be reprimanding him. Who was Tyson to drink the night before a game? Tyson’s weakened will would only get worse. So far, he’s been able to separate his feelings from his game, but the minute he began to drink, it wouldn’t be able to be separated anymore.

Taking another sip of his apple juice (at least he can pretend it’s fancy champagne), Tyson remembers the first time you ever spent the night at his apartment.

You came over to hang out because you didn’t feel like being alone and ended up spending the night because you were too wasted to drive home. As one drink became two which became four which became a giggling mess, you were spilling your guts. You were laughing hysterically at anything you or Tyson said. He had to turn the TV off because you were laughing at that, too. There’s nothing funny about Chicago Med and one of the doctors cutting open someone’s leg.

“So, I said to him, ��no, she’s my best friend, and I won’t do that to her,’” you say in between giggles. Tyson just looks at you and refills your glass. He’s been refilling it with water or juice for the past hour, and you haven’t seemed to notice. Something about you being a lightweight. “When I said that, he looked at me as if I had four heads! All I did was tell him I couldn’t go to the dance with him because he had just broken up with my best friend.”

“Oh yeah?” Tyson confirms with a smirk on his face. He always loved when you got like this. You were always playful and silly and told the funniest stories when drunk. Sure, they might be slightly fabricated and exaggerated, but he loved it nonetheless.

“Yeah,” you confirm with an endearing smile. “And that’s the story of why I went to the eighth grade formal without a date. I mean, it was eighth grade and almost everyone went without a date because all thirteen-year-olds are awkward and can’t ask someone out on a date for the life of them. I bet you were super smooth when it came to the girls in middle school. You still are, so it makes sense.”

He shrugs. “I can’t seem to get anyone at the moment.”

“Maybe you don’t need to look that far,” you comment before finishing your half-full glass. Tyson pays you no attention as you make your statement and proclaim you have to pee. He nods and begins to place the empty glasses in the dishwasher. “I’m just going to sleep in your guestroom,” you yell from the bathroom. Tyson chuckles at your words. He was going to offer you the guestroom, but the thought that you knew you already had a place in his apartment filled him with warmth.

“Fuck,” he yells as he throws his phone across the couch. Your phone goes to voicemail once again. He glances down at the glass in his hands. He really should switch this out for alcohol, but then again, he only loved to drink when you were around. You always made drinking at getting drunk more fun. Better yet, you made everything more fun.

The first night you spent in his apartment is a night that runs through Tyson’s head constantly. For days after that night, he couldn’t quite put a finger on why his heart was so full when he looked at you and heard your words. Tyson wasn’t sure why he was constantly thinking about you. He just couldn’t figure it out.

In the past three days, that night has been going through Tyson’s mind almost every second. Tyson was smarter than that. He should have known that your last comment was basically a confession of love. Tyson knew you—no, knows you—inside and out. He knows when your words mean everything. He knows when your words are laced with love. He should have known. It almost seems poetic that when Tyson realized that he loved you back that the first time you professed your love to Tyson was going through his head. All the signs were there.

Yes, Tyson loves you, and now there might be no chance of ever being together, but he does know that he wouldn’t change any moment of your time together. He loves you and is grateful for each memory.

There's a couple billion people in the world And a million other places we could be, but you're here with me Take a moment just to take it in 'Cause every high and every low led to this I'm just so glad you exist

Opening a drawer on his dresser, Tyson groans at the lack of clean shirts. After his pity party started almost four days ago, the piles of laundry around his room has only grown larger and larger. Despite you grooming many of Tyson’s bad habits out of him, this one habit stuck. Oftentimes, though, you were there to knock some sense into your friend and get him to do his laundry. After all, there are only so many times someone can wear a shirt that smells like a swamp and disguise the smell with deodorant or cologne.

Tyson grabs a shirt at the top of the pile and sniffs it. Nope, too smelly to wear. He throws it back onto the pile and glances down at his current wear. He guesses he could get away with wearing this shirt with a different pair of sweats to practice. It’s not like anyone would notice he’s still in his pajamas, right? If they did, it’s not like anyone would call him out on it considering his best friend left him.

Tyson throws on the shirt and groans. Before heading to practice, Tyson decides to throw his clothes into the washing machine. They won’t be dry by the time he makes it home from practice but it’s a start on having clean clothes. Once the clothes are successfully in the washing machine, Tyson hunts around for some laundry detergent. He never was good at making sure it was always stocked. He opens the door to the laundry room cupboard and smiles at the sight. Inside, Tyson finds a newly, unopened bottle of laundry detergent with a sticky note on it that has your familiar handwriting. “So you don’t have another laundry debacle,” you wrote. He laughs at the memory, but his heart feels heavy.

You always seemed to know when Tyson would need your guidance.

It was during the middle of a blizzard when Tyson realized he didn’t have any more clean clothes. He was in a debacle because he couldn’t keep wearing the same clothes. They were starting to smell really bad and were in desperate need of a washing. Lugging his laundry basket to the laundry room, Tyson wishes you were there. You always made these mundane tasks much more fun. Better yet, you made everything more fun. He knew he could always count on your to bring a smile and a helpful tip. That’s what Tyson currently missed in his life. You weren’t there to give him a wide smile and some advice. It’s only been four days, but he misses everything about you.

Once the clothes were in the washing machine, Tyson reaches for the laundry detergent. Without looking, he extends his hand to the shelf as he looks at the dials on the machine. When his hand hits an empty space where the bottle should be, Tyson glances at the shelf. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. He glances up and down the shelf only to notice there isn’t a single bottle of his preferred detergent—the one that you use and smells like you. Tyson walks to the kitchen and looks under the sink to see if he maybe placed it there. Nope, so he walks to the bathroom and checks under that sink. Once again, not a single bottle of laundry detergent.

Out of all the possible options Tyson thinks he has, he goes and reaches for his phone. Youtube or Google must have an option, right? There has to be something online that can help with his issue. Tyson searches “how to make laundry detergent” and awaits what’s going to come up. After clicking on the first two websites, Tyson deduces that he needs salt, borax, and baking soda. Borax? What’s that? Tyson has no idea what that is nor does he own it. So, Tyson opts just to use salt and baking soda. He puts the powder into the washing machine and presses start. Hopefully, that should do the trick.

It’s not.

When the timer goes off alerting that the clothes have been fully washed, Tyson opens the door and sees the majority of his clothes are coated in a white paste. Maybe the borax was needed. Tyson’s freaking out now because all his clothes are infinitely more dirty and unwearable. He stares at the baking soda coated clothes and wonders what he needs to do. You would know what to do, so Tyson calls you.

“Is everything okay?” you ask once you pick up the phone.

“Yeah, of course,” Tyson lies. “Why do you ask?”

“Because we’re in the middle of a blizzard?” you point out.

“Oh right,” he mumbles. Now or never. “Actually, there is something wrong.”

“What?” you shriek. “Tyson, is everything okay?”

“Nothing major is wrong, but do you think you could come over?”

“Um,” you begin. As much as you wanted to go over, it was still snowing pretty bad. This was Tyson, though, and you’d drive through any weather to be there for him. “Okay, I’ll be there in like half an hour.”

“You’re a lifesaver, thank you so much.”

“Yeah, yeah, thank me once I get to your apartment safely.”

“Oh, and bring some laundry detergent, please,” Tyson adds.

“What?” You let out a breathy laugh. What could possibly be the matter if he needed laundry detergent to fix it?

“You’ll see when you get here,” Tyson says and hangs up.

You show up at Tyson’s apartment in about forty minutes. You knock on the door, and Tyson quickly opens the door and pulls you towards the laundry room. You try to make a comment about how your snow and mud-covered boots were leaving prints on his floor, but Tyson dismissed it and says there are bigger things to worry about. Okay, then.

“I made laundry detergent because I don’t have any, but it turned into this mess because I didn’t add any borax, and I don’t know what to do, but you always do, so can you please help me?” Tyson says in one breath. You stare blankly at Tyson then glance at the clothes. You stare at the clothes, and your mouth goes agape.

“Um, okay, so we should probably soak the clothes,” you say without hesitation. “We’ll want to get the baking soda paste thing off before we wash with laundry detergent. So why don’t you start moving some clothes from here to your washroom, and I’ll start running the bath with warm water.”

Tyson pulls you into a giant hug and squeezes you quickly before starting. “You’re a lifesaver, thank you so much.”

You smile and start helping Tyson clean his clothes. Oh, if only this boy could be yours forever, you know you’d be happy for all of eternity.

“I can’t believe you actually came,” Tyson remarks once you’ve finished cleaning his clothes.

You snort. “Tyson, I drove through a blizzard for you; you have to believe I’d do anything for you.”

Tyson’s face grows warm at your words, and he turns away, not meeting your eyes. Yeah, he knew that, but that doesn’t explain the warmth he feels in his chest.

He pours some laundry detergent into the spout and turns on the machine. He knows you’d do—or is it would have done?—anything for Tyson. He knew that then, so why did your words come across as a huge shock? It shouldn’t have been that shocking. Should Tyson have known that you were confessing your love for him again?

Hey, look, what a hello from a stranger turned into Caught up in a moment like it's just us in this room All the right words at the right time And you know 'em 'cause you know me better than anyone else We don't need anyone else

“What did you do to screw this up?” Kacey asks through the phone.

“What makes you think I screwed this up?” Tyson quickly defends.

She laughs. “Tyson, I know you, and I know how much of an idiot you are sometimes. I also know that she’s been in love with you for as long as you’ve been friends. You’re the sad one here, so I assume she finally said something, and you said something or didn’t say something.”

“I didn’t say something,” Tyson admits somberly.

He remembers it like it happened just a few seconds ago. One moment you were happy and smiley, and the next, you had this distraught look on your face as if you were contemplating life and death.

“Is everything okay?” Tyson asks concerned. You didn’t often get like this, and when you did, Tyson always worried.

“Um, yeah,” you say unconvincingly. You stare down at the ground and fail to meet Tyson’s eye line. You’re playing with the strings on your sweatshirt and twirling them around your finger—your tell. You only did that when you were extremely nervous about something.

Tyson places his hand on yours as a sign of comfort. “Hey,” he prods. You look up at your friend and a faint smile graces your face.”You know you can tell me anything.”

“Yeah, I know,” you murmur. Not this, though, you think to yourself. There was no way you could tell Tyson this and your friendship returns to normal. You don’t want to ruin the best friendship you’ve ever had, but you can’t keep lying to yourself about how you feel. Tyson calls your name softly, and you turn your head. Your eyes meet his, and you see the worry and anguish laced in his features. Was it worth it to let Tyson keep worrying or should you say something?

“I’m here, no matter what,” Tyson reassures. You highly doubt that considering the extremeness of what you’re feeling and thinking.

“I love you, Tys,” you admit.

He furrows his eyebrows. “Yeah, I love you, too, so that does mean you’ll tell me what’s wrong?”

You shake your head and let out a breath of disbelief. “No, Tys, I love you.”

It takes a few moments before Tyson fully comprehends what you’re trying to say. His eyes widen in realization, and he breathes out your name. His action helps you realize that he doesn’t feel the same. You nod your head and get up from the bench you’re sitting on. You don’t say anything as you walk away. Tyson continues to sit there as he tries to wrap his mind around your words.

“How many weeks ago was this?” Kacey questions once Tyson shares his side of the story.

“Two,” he mumbles.

“TYSON!” Kacey yells.

“I know, I know,” Tyson concedes. “I don’t need you scolding me. I know I messed up.”

“Look, she’s loved you for years, so I can guarantee you that if you went over and talked to her, she’d listen,” Kacey explains.

“She won’t,” Tyson contradicts. Once someone hurts you, you close them off. It would be a miracle if you haven’t already blocked his number.

“Tyson,” Kacey begins sternly, “she knows you’re an idiot, so if you start with that and explain what you feel, then maybe she’ll forgive you. Wait, what do you feel?”

“I love her, Kace,” Tyson admits. “I love her so much that it’s impossible that I never realized it—before you say I’m an idiot, I know. All I think about is her, and I did that before and after she told me.”

“You have to talk to her,” Kacey reiterates. “You can tell me, complain to me, and whine to me all you want, but I can’t do anything. This is up to you to reach out and talking to her. As long as she’s concerned, you don’t think of her as more than a friend, so she’s not going to say something.”

“But I don’t think that.”

“She doesn’t know that!”

“You’re right,” Tyson admits.

“I’m always right.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Tyson only hoped it wasn’t too late for you to forgive him.

You knock on Tyson’s door at the time he asked you to be there. When you knock five times with no response, you pull the key out of your purse and unlock the door. You weren’t sure if you could still do that, but Tyson wasn’t opening the door, and you wanted to make sure nothing was the matter. Once inside, you look around Tyson’s apartment for him. You don’t see him inside, but you recognize his familiar curls outside on the balcony. You remove your shoes and bring them to the balcony. You put them back on right before opening the door. Tyson doesn’t turn his head when the door creaks. After you close the door, you go and sit next to Tyson.

“I’m an idiot,” Tyson says after a few moments of silence. He turns his head to you and sees you still facing the skyline but with a smile on your face.

“That’s not news, Tys,” you tease.

“Look, about what happened—”

“If you’re here to let me down, don’t,” you interrupt. “I figured the lack of you reaching out was you turning me down.”

“I’m not turning you down,” Tyson contradicts. That gets you to turn your head to Tyson in disbelief. “As I said, I’m an idiot. I thought it was normal for me to wake up and the first thing I thought about was how you were. I thought it was normal for my heart to start racing whenever I saw you or you hugged me. All these feelings, I thought it was normal.”

“Because you’re an idiot,” you add-in.

Tyson chuckles. “Yes, because I’m an idiot. I love you, by the way.”

You nod and look back to the horizon. You don’t say anything for many, many agonizing seconds. Tyson is wondering if he made a mistake telling you. What if you were already over him? Finally, though, you say, “Why did it take so long to call me to clarify things?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“What changed your mind?”

“Kace called me an idiot and talked some sense into me.”

You nod. “The ever-wise little sister.”

“Look, I know I screwed up and don’t deserve your forgiveness, but—” Tyson begins but stops as you scoot your chair closer to his. You rest your head on Tyson’s shoulder and place your hand in his.

“I forgive you. I will always forgive you because that’s what I do for the people I love. Let’s just sit here for a little bit, okay?”

Tyson swallows and nods. He places his head on yours and tightens his hand on yours. “Okay.”

Don't you ever go, don't you ever go, don't you ever go changing Never let me go, never let me go, never let me go, baby Don't you ever go, don't you ever go, don't you ever go changing Never let me go, never ever let me go, never let me go, baby

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Hey Kitten! How are you? Is life treating you well?

You said I could ask you stuff and so I wanted your opinion on something.

If you have played V's After Ending then I think you will remember this scene in his Forgive ending. V was mia for about 2 years without any contact and Saeran was thought to be dead by everyone for those 2 years until V brought him back.

When everyone arrived to the party, Saeyoung obviously still distraught about Saeran's apparent death was surprisingly obsessing over Champagne........ to an abnormal amount..... WHICH IS INSANE BECAUSE HATES ALCOHOL! He has stated many times that he does not drink! due to his childhood trauma instilled in him by his alcoholic mother! He was always afraid of becoming the kind of adults his parents were. So he was scared that smoking or drinking would make him like them. And also because he didn't like it in general. But then in VAE he was acting so weird..... it felt so wrong to see him like that...!

When I was talking about this in reddit, someone said that Saeyoung might have become an alcoholic in the two years due to his brother's death. Seeing this was like a blow to the stomach for me because it was actually plausible. It hurt me so much to think that he started obsessive drinking as coping mechanism :( but it was very probable knowing how much his brother meant to him and how much his guilt must have been eating him from inside... However I'm still a little skeptical about this too because it seems kinda far fetched for him and there's no way the others didn't notice it before.

Now this leaves us with another possibility that Cheritz simply screwed up their writing..... which is also highly likely seeing how inconsistent their writing is. But if this is really the case then that makes me very disappointed. This was a very emotional moment for Saeyoung and they just completely disregarded such an important aspect of his character? Like Wtf-

Either way it doesn't make me feel any better. So I wanted to know how you interpreted the scene.

I'm sorry this became some kind of a rant :") Thank you for reading this and I would like to hear your thoughts if you feel like it ♡

Okay so I am finally answering this lolol

I see why it would seem like a big mistake in writing at first, but honestly I think it is subtle story telling.

So in essence, the answer you have gotten on Reddit is correct. It's really just directly reflected in V's route, but you're right. He does say while you're at the cabin

"You know I don't smoke or drink."

As an answer to Vanderwood offering him a cigarette. A very little detail. While we have plenty on insight on his childhood in his own route, it is never directly mentioned there that he is so opposed to it (which is not necessary because it's a no brainer tbqh).

So yes, I do think they did that on purpose. You see, Saeyoung is suspicious about the hacker you tell him about from the very beginning, to the point that he directly asks you to tell him if you see anyone that looks exactly like him.

He has a very strong hunch that the unknown hacker is his brother, which is already a pretty bad blow to him. And then, even though he tries his best to convince the hacker to switch sides, he finds out that he blew himself up and, in essence, that his efforts were futile/too late.

He failed his only purpose in life - to protect Saeran. He is convinced that it is somehow his fault that the whole situation ended in Saeran's "suicide".

Saeyoung was in unbearable pain before, but now he also blames his brother's death on himself. The very person he dedicated his entire life to. He can't handle the pain and resorts to numbing himself with the use of alcohol. And knowing him, he hates himself even more for that, because now he's even more like this terrible woman (his mother), which makes him spiral even further.

Thus, in V's AE, it is heavily implied that Saeyoung is suicidal. This is pretty much spelled out to the player in the beginning of the game, while they discuss Saeyoung's strange behaviour with Yoosung and Zen.

In Saeyoung's mind it is like this: he has nothing left to live for. So what does he do? He kidnaps Rika, and takes her to the abandoned cabin. He'd prefer to also get ahold of V to gather everyone that is involved in failing Saeran and "end it all for good".

So that was his plan. He wanted to gather V, Rika and himself at the cabin, kill V and Rika and, last but not least, take his own life.

Thank god these events are being averted by the clues about Saeran's survival being much more likely than they thought it was.

I realize I kind of derailed here at some point, but I felt it was important to get Saeyoung's state of mind and the severity of the overall situation across. Because even though it is being explained in the game, at the same time I think it can be easily overlooked if you miss some keypoints here and there.

I hope the wait for my answer to this was worth it lmao also you do not need to apologize for this rant. I have seen this point being brought up time and time again, and iirc I have also explained this a couple times, even before V's AE being released and I am more than happy to shed more light on the overall situation as many times as I am asked to.

#kitten talks #mystic messenger #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mystic messenger 707 #ask #lusree #tw suicide mention #tw major character death mention

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anzuuyo · 3 years

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Fake Boyfriend | Sanzu Haruchiyo

cw: dumbassery, cringe, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, mentions of pedophilia, swearing

ft: Sanzu Haruchiyo

a/n: ooc is always a possibility, and I do apologize for it. Also, this wasn't edited either so. This is honestly completely self-indulgent, I actually had a dream about this and had to write about it.

Sighing for what seemed like the 100th time, you looked around at your classmates conversing with each other, dressed up in fancy clothes.

Why were you here again? Ah, that's right, a select amount of students from your university were chosen to attend this business party to help with getting mutuals and learning about the business world. And you were, unfortunately, one of the chosen.

What a pain.

'Honestly, I would've much rather stayed at home and binged some Game of Thrones'

Thinking to yourself, as you stood off to the side with a barely touched glass of champagne in your hands.

'and the alcohol sucks here too'

Feeling someone bump into you from behind, you glanced back only to see Kazutora, looking at you with a smile.

"Tora, hey" you smiled softly back at him

He was your best friend and the only reason why you haven't gone insane yet.

"Hey you, not looking too happy I see"

"I hate thiiiiis, wanna like run away back to our apartment and just be lazy instead?"

He was also your roommate

"As tempting as that sounds, we have to attend this. Don't look too depressed, we're getting an extra 10% on top of our final grade for even attending this. It's a win in my book" Sighing, you slouched slightly with an unamused look on your face.

"Ok but, what If I'm okay with not getting that extra 10%? I'm passing my classes perfectly fine right now" You crossed your arms while looking at a group of classmates laughing over something that probably wasn't all that funny.

"Besides how'd they know if we went home?"

"Because you have to sign in and out to even enter the building, didn't you say you were smart?" Wrapping an arm around your shoulder, Kaztora leans his weight on you.

"Shut up, I'm tired" You grumbled while crossing your arms

"Mhm, whatever you say" Removing his arm from your shoulder, Kazutora straightens up and glances in your direction.

"Anyway, I'm gonna go mingle, see how the rest are doing"

"Toooora no don't leave mee" You whined, grabbing onto his arm, not wanting to be left alone.

"I'll come back in a bit" Ruffling your hair before walking off into the crowd.

Sighing again, you glanced around. Observing how everyone was dressed and acted. Seems like people watching was going to be your past time to get you through this nightmare.

And then you saw him, and it was as if time had sopped.

you felt yourself sweating profusely, and you felt sick to your stomach.

There he was, your organizational behaviour, teacher.

He seemed to have spotted you as well, seeing as he was making his way to you.

'Crap, shit, fuck, no'

turning around you sped off, trying to walk as fast as humanly possible in your uncomfortable shoes, to find Kazutora or literally any one of your friends.

Why were you running away from your professor?

Because he was an old, creepy as fuck, perverted, pedophile. Now you were over 18, not a minor but he still gave off pedo vibes. Hitting on you shamelessly over dms? and asking about your feet? No fucking thank you. He was married and had kids your age for christ’s sake.

Your heart was beating so fast and hard you felt as if anyone within a 5 ft radius could hear it.

This wasn't good, you were panicking, it was getting hard to breathe.

Being so wrapped up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice a man in front of you, you didn’t notice that you bumped into said man and you didn’t notice the drink you spilled from when you bumped into him.

“Hey, fuckin’ watch it!” a raised voice, bellows out at the impact and spilt alcohol.

Looking in front of you, feeling embarrassed.

“Oh, god I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to” You rambled, still very much in a panic. Glancing up to look at who you bumped into and inevitably spilled your drink on, you froze.

Pink hair pulled up into a ponytail, identical scars on both sides of his mouth, long-ass eyelashes that’d make any girl jealous and piercing blue eyes.

He was beautiful and pissed. A hot horrible combination.

With the panicking and fear from trying to escape your professor, you could start to feel the prick of tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

The man’s anger turned to confusion from noticing your panicked state, and the wetness of your eyes.

“Whoa hey, you good?” He tilted his head to the side slightly, looking down at you.

Gulping you looked back to see your professor close, really close.

Without thinking you link your arms with his.

“I’m really sorry about this, but could you pretend to be my boyfriend or something, please?”

Desperation was written all over your face as you stared into his eyes.

“Hah?” He was about to pull away from you.

“I’m begging you, I’ll do anything and explain afterwards just please” You were pleading at this point.

For some reason, the man felt compelled to help you out, letting out a grumbled ‘fine’

Grabbing you by your waist, he brings you in closer.

Trying to keep a straight face and blush from the close contact.

Looking away you notice your professor walking away from the two of you.

Letting out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in, instantly feeling more relaxed and feeling your heart calm down. Feeling so relieved that your professor had left made you almost forget that you were in the arms of the tall handsome man. Keyword almost.

Nervously looking up, you see him already looking down at you.

“You seem relaxed now, mind telling me what that was about?” unamused, he raised an eyebrow.

“Well you see, it’s kind of a long story. So long story short, I was running away from my creepy professor, he just can’t take a hint.” You glance down a bit, playing with your fingers. Even talking about him made your skin crawl.

“So you thought that if he saw you with some other guy he’d leave you alone?”

“Yeah…” you mumbled quietly, causing him to sigh.

Feeling his hand on your lower back to guide you to walk with him, you looked up at him in surprise and let out a quiet noise of shock.

“Let’s walk and talk, yeah?” Sensing the look of confusion you were giving him her elaborated.

“If he’s still gonna be at this lame-ass party, then he’ll eventually see you alone again. Stick with me until the end. I’m done with that mingling shit anyway.” He took his hand off of your lower back and opted to just hold your hand, not wanting to invade your personal bubble too much.

“Name’s Sanzu by the way, what about you pretty girl?” Letting out a wide grin, scars stretching with it.

“Pretty girl? Don’t know who you’re talking to there, but my name’s (y/n)” A subtle blush dusting your cheeks at the compliment. “But no seriously Thank you so much for this, I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t bump into you.”

“Don’t you have friends that you could’ve gone to?”

“I do but I have no idea where they went”

“Hmmm I see”

Remembering how you spilled your drink on him earlier you quickly stopped walking to turn to him.

“ Again I’m really sorry for bumping into you and spilling my drink!”

“Hm? Oh, don’t worry about it” He waved you off with an easygoing smirk. Smiling back at him, maybe coming to this party wasn’t so bad after all.

Without any warning, Sanzu grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing your fingers. Making your face burn red, feeling hot.

“Sanzu, What are you doing?” You squeaked.

“Creepy prof is staring, so let’s give him a show”

“Huh?”

Bringing you even closer, your brain screamed at you to push him away but you couldn’t. You reasoned it was because your professor was watching and you had to put up an act, surely it was because of that, right?

Cradling your face with one hand, you could feel his breath fan across your face.

“Sorry for making you uncomfortable here, doll”

“No, no it’s okay” You were mesmerized with his eyes, You felt hot and nervous but in a good way?

“You said you’d do anything for my help, right” gulping you nodded, you realize that those were not the best words to have used, but in a state of panic what else could you have said.

“I hear there’s a bar with a wild party going on, on one of the upper levels. Wanna ditch this place and talk about my prize there?” He grinned and for some reason, you were compelled to say yes.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers sanzu #sanzu haruchiyo #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #sanzu scenarios #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you #sanzu headcanons

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opieies · 3 years

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𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 | 𝐵.𝐵

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

➼Summary: The woman leaves

➼Warnings: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝟏𝟖+ semi-graphic mentions of oral sex [M receiving] mentions of sex, infidelity, sad Bucky, FWB relationship

A/N: HIII I'll make a part two I think hopefully everyone enjoys this!

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Bucky chugged the last bit of champagne that was left in the thin glass, it feeling so small in between his fingers

A burn settled at the bottom of his belly, he was unsure if it was his drink or the way your face lit up because of a different man, your fiancé His eyes glanced over the overly-large venue, all different shades of green around the area, Bucky knew you absolutely hated green and your favorite color was lavender, just like the little sundress you wore today, the skirt stopping at your knees, his favorite out of your collection

He dreaded this very day since he got the well decorated invitation in his mail, celebrating the engagement of Y/n and Michael

Bucky watched as you moved around greeting your guest, your lips spreading into that bright smile of yours, the same ones that wrapped around him every night past 12

...

1 year ago

The bathroom door handle dug into your back, too distracted by the wetness in between your legs to acknowledge the pain, Bucky's lips attacked yours in a passionate kiss as his hands touched everywhere possible on your body

you whined into the hungry kiss, only Bucky made you feel this needy, this desperate, escorting your boyfriend on his business trip going two weeks without the super solider deep inside you

He started to bunch up your short dress around your waist, his middle finger swiped down your clothed slit, groaning at your arousal, Bucky always wonders if you get this worked up with Michael or do you just get this horny around him?

you often told Bucky Mike was a temporary thing, just a warm body to keep you company, so here you were at Steve's big promotion party, celebrating something else

You backed the man up against the sink, trapping him in between your legs and palmed his hard cock through his jeans

...

Bucky knew what Mike could offer you, anything he couldn't, a family, expensive items. Regardless of how much he hated your fiancé he had to admit he was a nice, caring, innocent guy everything Bucky wasn't

you happily skipped towards him, bouncing on both feet, you enveloped him into a big hug, squeezing the life out of him, just how he likes it

you let out a girlish squeal from your sweet mouth "oh my god! I'm so glad you could make it-" Bucky was too distracted by the Dimond glistening in your ring finger, not even bothering to hear what you have to say

usually he'd love to hear about you talk. He found that one of his favorite things was to hear you discuss about everything you're passionate about, but in this case he hated it

He hated how you would talk to him as if you 'just so happened' to run into him as if you were just acquaintances as if you weren't wrapped up in his sheets a week ago

The man pushed past you, completely mid-sentence and walked away, you shrugged it off, thinking he was just in one of his moods again

Bucky chased another foul drink, the alcohol burning his throat. The best part of this whole thing was the open bar, trying to ignore the pitied looks he got from your shared friends and family, your eyes met his a huge smile adorning your features, everyone knew he was madly in love with you except you.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier #bucky imagine #bucky fluff #bucky angst #bucky x you

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angellesword · 4 years

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (07)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It's simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if...Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

"A future without you is a world without color."

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

warnings: alcohol, kissing, handjob, bondage

SERIES: CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 8

"You need to drop Kim Seokjin's case!"

The loud scream of your soulmate echoed through the whole room.

The party was over.

Jeongguk was shaking in anger and you didn't understand why.

Two hours. He was quiet for two hours. He didn't speak to you, he didn't look at you—he just...simply didn't acknowledge your presence for straight two hours.

So why was he shouting now? Why was he asking you to drop your client's case the second he stepped inside your apartment?

You need to drop Kim Seokjin's case.

Jeongguk was repeating these words over and over again.

Or wasn't he?

You were drunk.

Too intoxicated to separate reality from your drunken world. Too intoxicated to know if he was repeating those words or if you just kept on playing it in your head.

You had all the reason to repeat it all in your head.

You had a reason to think why Jeongguk would continue to say it over and over again.

Jeongguk was acting strange at the party. You had never seen him so...lost.

He was just looking at one particular person like she was his way home—no. He was looking at her like she was his home.

He was looking at "Red!"

You called your assistant.

"There she is, Seokjin." You pointed at Red's direction as you looked at Seokjin who's standing beside you.

It appeared like Red didn't hear you. It's understandable. You were a few feet away from her. Your voice wasn't even loud when you tried calling her name. Besides, she was talking to a man.

You didn't notice that the man your assistant was talking to was Jeongguk. All you could see was his back, plus your attention was focused on Red.

She looked stunning. You couldn't see colors, but you knew her flowy dress was sparkling with glitters.

"Let's go?" Seokjin raised his brow at you.

You nodded and made your way to meet Red.

You hadn't had the chance to talk to her earlier because a lot of guests were trying to engage you in a conversation.

They were interested in you. Jay Park, a corporate lawyer, wanted so bad to recruit you. He even offered to triple your current salary. He said you just needed to work in his firm.

You politely declined his offer. You weren't in this party to look for another job. You were here to keep an eye on Seokjin.

This party was planned by you. The public needed to be convinced that Kim Seokjin was a good person.

He had to let the world know that he was a good father to Soobin.

"You need to bring Soobin to the party, Seokjin." This was what you told your client days before the party started. "Walk on the red carpet with him. Be gentle, always smile. Look at him as if he's your whole world."

Kim Seokjin nodded. It wasn't going to be hard. Actually, you didn't need to coach him to do this. Seokjin loved his son with all of his heart.

"Absolutely no drinking," your voice was full of authority when you added your second reminder.

The plan was to make it appear like he was sober.

Seokjin was. He had been sober for three years now.

"Seokjin..." You called. There was another reminder. This was the most crucial of all. You only told him this in the middle of the party.

He couldn't fuck this one up.

This involved Red.

This was why you and Seokjin were headed towards your assistant's direction.

"Red..." You called her name again; however, she still didn't answer.

It seemed like she had seen a ghost; her lips were shaking as she stared at the man in front of him.

You were just an arm length away from Red, so you decided to look at the face of the man who was making her feel afraid.

"Gukkie?" You squinted your eyes.

Jeongguk switched his gaze at you. He also looked like he had seen a ghost.

What was happening?

You opened your mouth to speak, but Seokjin beat you to it.

"Hi, sweetheart," greeted by your client as he carried Soobin in his arms.

"Appa!" The little boy embraced his father tightly, earning a laugh from Red.

"He ran away from me!" Red pouted her lips. It looked like she had finally snapped out of her daze.

"I just wanna play with you!" Soobin reasoned out.

Red simply laughed at the little boy's defense, caressing his cheeks. She could never get mad at Soobin.

Looking at the three of them made your heart melt. They looked like a family, which was the whole point of this party.

You gave Seokjin a thumbs up. He smiled at your approval, but his happiness instantly turned into discomfort when he felt a glare directed at him.

Jeongguk was grimacing at the birthday boy.

"Oh, right!" You turned to your soulmate, suddenly remembering that he was standing right beside you. You were too preoccupied with your role in this party that you completely forgot about him.

Well, the most important plan for tonight was to make Red and Seokjin look as if they were a happy couple.

Again, this wasn't going to be hard because: "Jeongguk, I want you to meet my client, Mr. Kim Seokjin." You paused for a second just to smile at your assistant. "And this is Red, Seokjin's soulmate."

Soulmate...

Red and Seokjin were soulmates.

They didn't need to pretend like they were in love since that's already the truth. Red could see colors vividly. Seokjin wasn't living a black and white world too.

It was final.

They were destined to be together.

It was funny because they met because of you. You had an important meeting with Seokjin with regard to his case, but for some reason you couldn't make it so you just sent Red to meet up with him on your behalf. This happened months ago, right now, the two of them were very much in love.

You knew Mrs. Kim was going to use the 'having an affair' issue against her husband, so the only solution you could think about was to gain the sympathy of the public and the jury.

This wasn't a case of infidelity. This was destiny.

The laws in the place you lived in weren't fair and it's because of the existence of soulmate. Everyone's fate was already written by the stars. Humans couldn't and shouldn't contravene the nature of the world.

Divorcing your spouse because you found you soulmate wasn't punishable by law. It was a valid reason; however, the case of the Kim couple was different since they had a child together.

It's complicated. Divorce trials didn't usually involve juries, but since the matter that should be settled in this case was child custody and separation of assets, the rules were different.

Seokjin still needed to be careful. If he didn't meet Red during the process of his divorce, he wouldn't have a 'valid' reason to breakup with Mrs. Kim. If, for example, he had an affair with someone who wasn't his soulmate, then of course, it was going to be ruled as infidelity.

As Seokjin's lawyer, you had to help him distort the truth. Since he didn't want to use ‘physical abuse’ as his reason to divorce his wife, you suggested that he used Red instead.

Seokjin simply had to lie. He should tell everyone that he wanted to be with his real soulmate. Red, on the other hand, had to make it look like he was capable of being a good step mother to Soobin. This was one of the factors the jury would consider when granting joint custody.

"And this is Jeon Jeongguk," you continued introducing the three of them with one another. "He's my soulmate!"

Your heart was pounding hard because of excitement. It was a pleasure introducing Jeongguk to people you cared about, but it seemed as though Red felt the opposite of what you were experiencing.

You couldn't see it, but her face totally turned pale when you mentioned that Jeongguk was your soulmate.

She couldn't believe it.

Why didn't you tell her? How long had it been since you met Jeongguk? Could you see colors? Could her ex-boyfriend see colors?

There were so many questions circling in her head.

She refused to voice them out.

"Excuse me. I need to go to the powder room..." Instead, she excused herself. She couldn't deal with any of this now.

Your smile faded when Red hastily walked away.

You were confused. You didn't want to assume, but it looked like Red wasn't too happy with the news you just shared.

Didn't she always say that she couldn't wait to meet your soulmate? You waited three months to tell this to Red since you wanted to see how she would react upon seeing your soulmate.

Your disappointment was abruptly replaced by worry when you realized that perhaps something's wrong with your assistant.

Was she having an upset stomach?

You turned to Seokjin to voice out your concern. Maybe you should follow Red. The thing was, before you could say anything, Jeongguk was already running away.

"Washroom." Your soulmate said, more like to himself. He didn't look at you. He just straight up ran after Red.

You were left alone with the host of the party.

"I'm glad you found your soulmate." Seokjin genuinely grinned.

You couldn't return the smile.

There was a weird feeling in your stomach. Your chest felt heavy and you didn't know why.

"Thanks, Seokjin." You replied even though you didn't mean it.

What was the use of meeting your soulmate if he wouldn't even talk to you?

You were aware that you could get very insistent. This was one of the many things Jeongguk hated about you.

You couldn't seem to stop—not even when he was uncomfortable.

"Jeongguk-ah!" You giggled as you emptied your nth glass of champagne. You honestly had no idea how much you had drunk.

"Where did you go? You suddenly left me alone!" You complained, lips protruding into a pout.

Jeongguk kept his lips tightly shut. He wouldn't look at you straight in the eyes, but you knew he was using his peripheral vision to see what you were up to.

Jeongguk was quick to wrap his arms around your waist when you're about to fall. No doubt, you were really intoxicated.

'Enough.' He said to himself, snatching the glass away from you. You had enough.

Apparently, you didn't share the same sentiment. You wanted more.

You wanted more alcohol as much as you wanted to know the truth from Jeongguk.

You kept on asking him where he went even though you knew he went to the bathroom to follow Red.

You knew because shortly after he left you with Seokjin, you also excused yourself from the latter so that you could follow Jeongguk.

You just couldn't ignore the annoying feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Unfortunately, you weren't able to follow your soulmate right away. The guests just wouldn't let you go.

You were a professional woman so you couldn't straightaway end the conversation.

"Thanks, Mrs. Choi!" You smiled at the businesswoman before finally making your way to the bathroom.

No one could stop you now. You just had to avoid eye contact with anyone.

You succeeded. None of the guests were able to pull you into their circle again, but then your little trip to the bathroom was stopped again.

This time, it was because of Jeongguk.

It turned out that you didn't need to go to the powder room anymore. You could already see your soulmate from where you were standing.

He was at the veranda of the hotel room.

He wasn't alone.

He was with Red.

You couldn't hear what they were talking about. You also couldn't risk getting closer to them. Eavesdropping was plain rude, but damn. You were dying of curiosity.

What were they talking about? Why did Jeongguk look so mad? Why was Red crying?

There was no answer to your questions.

Jeongguk wouldn't tell you anything. He didn't even mention that he met up with Red when he went back to your table.

This frustrated you so much that you ended up drinking. Pain. You had to get rid of the pain engulfing your heart.

Sadly, you couldn't—at least not when Jeongguk was being an ass once again.

"You need to drop Kim Seokjin's case!"

His words were loud inside your head again. Jeongguk wasn't repeating these words anymore, but his chest was still heaving up and down.

He was irritated, hurt, and helpless.

"And why should I drop his case?" Your voice was devoid of any emotion.

Jeongguk suddenly flinched. He was lashing out at you for straight ten minutes now. You never said anything. You were simply watching him complain about how he hated the fact that you were representing Seokjin in court and that he wanted you to drop it.

"Because!" He groaned, eyes widening when you took a step closer to him.

He wasn't expecting you to do anything. You reminded him of himself. Every time Red got mad at him, he would simply watch too. You were like that—you were always so willing to listen, always apologizing, always letting him off the hook.

What changed now? W-Why do you keep advancing towards him?

Jeongguk's back hit the wall.

"Because what?" You were cornering him.

Jeongguk could smell the mixture of your sweet scent and alcohol. You were too close, making his head spin.

You were the one drunk here, not him. But why couldn't he focus? All he could see was your tantalizing eyes.

Why were you so good with colors in spite of not being able to see it? Your eye makeup was painted to perfection—this was the only reason he could think as to why he couldn't seem to stop looking at you.

Yes. That's the reason. Nothing more, nothing less. He admired your talent. It's the artist in him that found you beautiful.

Of course Jeongguk found you beautiful. He wanted to tell you that when he first saw you wearing that sage dress, but as usual, he bit back the flattering remarks threatening to fall out of his mouth.

You ruined the chance even before he could speak it. Jeongguk was too flustered with the way you complimented him a while ago.

But he was given another chance. Jeongguk was certain that this was the only time he could relish your beauty. You were standing inches away from him, everything about you felt so raw.

"Because he's not a good person and you're following him like a puppy! You're his bitch!" But Jeongguk was stubborn.

He would never tell you how he felt. You still annoyed him. He wasn't dumb. He figured out your plan. He knew you were trying to paint a perfect Kim Seokjin. You wanted that little boy to fall into the hands of his drunken father.

Or so he thought.

Jeongguk knew nothing.

"You love to run that dirty mouth, don't you?" You smirked at him.

You had enough of his bullshit.

Jeongguk flinched again. You moved closer to him—totally invading his personal space.

He could feel your hot breath on the crook of his neck.

You slightly tilt your head upward, trailing feathery kisses on his jawline.

Jeongguk gasped when he felt your soft lips on his mouth. He didn't know what went over him, but he just found himself closing his eyes and responding to your kisses.

It felt good. You felt good. Jeongguk put his hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

Wrong move.

He let out a whiny groan when you pulled away from the kiss. Jeongguk tried to catch your lips, but you were already inching away from him.

"I don't recall telling you that you can touch me."

Jeongguk abruptly opened his eyes. He was caught up in the moment, cheeks turning red when he realized what just happened.

He kissed you! Well, you kissed him, but it didn't matter. All he could think about was the fact that he responded and he seemed to really, really enjoy it.

This was wrong. So wrong. You were drunk. He shouldn't take advantage of you.

It was easier said than done.

You were unstoppable. Jeongguk hadn't recovered from the kiss and you were already yanking his tie off, causing the first two button of his dress shirt to come off.

"Hands behind your back." You demanded, eyes turning dark.

Jeongguk avoided your gaze.

No. Never.

He would never do what you wanted.

"You sure you wanna play this game with me?" There's a hint of playfulness in your tone as you caressed the silk tie in your hands.

Jeongguk knew you weren't gonna tolerate his bratty ass anymore, so he reluctantly put his hand behind his back.

This earned a chuckle from you.

He made the right choice. Jeongguk was pleased when you showered him with sloppy kisses. He was caught up in the moment again that he didn't even notice when you reached out for his hands to wrap the tie around it.

Jeongguk's movement was restricted. He glared at you upon realizing what you had done.

"Hm?" You teased, cupping his bulge.

Jeongguk bit the inside of his cheek. It was a brief contact. He didn't understand why he was so affected.

He wanted you to do it again.

"You like it, Gukkie?" You asked innocently. Jeongguk wanted nothing but to wipe the smirk off your face.

You were so fucking annoying.

"Got something to say?" You were laughing because it was obvious that he was striving so hard to stop himself from moaning your name.

Maybe if he focused his attention on something else, he wouldn't go this crazy over your simple touch.

Right.

Jeongguk's eyes wandered around the living room. Tiles. Your marbled tiles looked so expensive. Walls. The walls were painted white. Tits. Your tits looked like a dream. Jeongguk wanted his hot mouth on your nipple—wait.

Jeongguk froze when he realized what was happening.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" You tittered, squeezing your tits together.

You were an evil person and Jeongguk couldn't take it anymore.

He moaned.

You chuckled again, clearly enjoying his desperation.

Jeongguk just didn't care anymore.

He moaned louder.

"Please," Jeongguk mewled. His big, round eyes were begging you to touch him.

"Please what? You gotta tell me what you want, Gukkie." You cooed, patting the wet patch forming in his pants.

Jeongguk whimpered. You barely touched him, yet he's already quivering against you.

"Just please," he gritted his teeth. You were playing dumb. How could you not know what he wanted?

"I'm waiting, baby..." You whispered, your fingers were gently massaging his dick over his pants.

Jeongguk's forehead hit your shoulders.

"Touch me. W-Wanna cum..."

"Attaboy..." You purred, kissing his wet lips and undoing his pants. You pulled down his underwear, freeing his fat cock.

You were drunk on alcohol, he was drunk on pleasure.

"Ah, Noona..." Jeongguk cried, he was enjoying your touch.

The torture continued. Your pace was slow, taking your sweet, sweet time spreading his precum on the tip of his cock.

"Wanna cum, gonna cum." Jeongguk was going crazy while you were squeezing your hand around the head of his cock.

You knew he was subtly asking your permission. It made you soft.

The game was over. You quickened your pace.

"Don't be shy. You are perfect. So, so pretty when you cum."

Jeongguk shuddered. Eyes sparkling because of your compliment. So he had a praise kink, huh?

"Cum for me, baby."

That was what he was waiting for. Jeongguk came fast and hard.

You couldn't help the smirk forming on your lips as you watched his cum in your fingers.

Jeongguk looked pretty. He was still drunk on pleasure. Your heart swelled in pride. You did this. You ruined him—just by using your hands.

"Red isn't your soulmate, Jeongguk." You suddenly said.

It's like Jeongguk was pulled back to reality. His head snapped, looking at you straight in the eyes.

The smile on your face was gone.

"It's me." Even your voice was impassive.

"And you have no other choice but to accept that..." This was the last thing you said to him before walking straight out of the door.

Jeongguk swallowed hard. The best thing to do was to follow you. This was something you two should talk about, but Jeongguk, being the brat that he was, just stood there.

He didn't know what to do—what to think.

Only one thing was clear.

You knew.

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DUSK IN THE BRIGHTEST | chapter directory

erwin smith/fem!reader, erwin smith/you, no y/n | slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff & smut, mutual pining, canon AU, college/univ AU, professor erwin smith, commander erwin smith, non-linear narrative, manga spoilers

Trigger warning: canon-typical violence, graphic description, explicit sexual content, suicidal thoughts, mental health issues, trauma, implied/referenced sexual harassment, implied/referenced abuse, attempted murder, overdosing

Plot: It was always the nightmares, really. Entrapped with walls, human-eating giants, fighting through metal strings and swords – utterly violent, dreary, recurrent. But behind the blurry faces was a man with menacing blue eyes and vivid features; eventually appearing before you as your new reputable professor, Erwin Smith. Since then, the disaster had slipped beyond your subconscious. AO3

"I thought you were tired after turning down the official asking for a drink," you begrudgingly poured Erwin's glass of champagne. "Why are we here instead?"

"And I thought you were going to follow me with no questions at hand tonight," he quipped flatly.

Even though you're used to seeing this kind of face throughout the years since he became a commander and having you by his side all the time, you're still uncomfortable at the sight of his vulnerability. “Only if it’s work-related, which apparently we're not in right now. And you look like knocking out anytime soon. Why drink like this?"

"To alleviate tension so I could sleep properly," he quickly emptied the glass. "More."

You rolled your eyes but poured on it nonetheless, "I'm not getting paid enough for this."

He smirked, "Then maybe work harder on leading the whole logistics office, team leader."

"We're in abundant supplies, and I take pride in that. I wonder why you're still unsatisfied with a consistently well-done job."

"Because we don't have the budget for drinks yet and I have to come here to pay for it."

You purse your lips to stifle a laugh, "The reputable Erwin Smith being greedy even in alcohol, what a sight to see."

"You don't understand. Soldiers have hard job. A budget for alcohol among others is imperative for improving their well-being. That way they could do their job in their best form."

"Oh my god, you sound like Commander Pyxis. And why do you always point this out very seriously whenever you're drinking?"

Erwin hummed, "I suggest you try it; maybe that'd decrease your nagging."

"Who will accompany you home if I'm not sober?"

"I'm not a kid."

"No kid is swaying on the road with elegant composure during a busy weekend."

"Sorry."

You shook your head in disappointment, "You always look like you’re coming home from a failed expedition recently. I thought you were delighted to have that Titan kid under your wing. I never thought I had to prevent normal citizens from seeing the inebriated Scout Regiment's commander last week."

"Well, a huge turn of events means twice the work. That and the mysterious murder of Hange's experimental titans." This time, Erwin poured the champagne into a spare glass. "Tell me," then slid that glass towards you, “who do you think the enemy is?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me right. The enemy.”

“The primary mission you entailed me to do was to protect the regiment from humans who want us down, but in all the years I’ve served under your command, I realized I need to see everyone against you as my enemy." you pondered. "That’s it, I think. Even if I hate admitting it sometimes. Why?”

Erwin was silent for a while, with his eyes glued to a shelf in front of you both. After a time, he clicked his tongue, “Nothing," then tapped on his glass, ordering you to pour him more wine.

That made you sullen, “Please don’t make this harder for me again. I won’t hesitate to leave you lying on the ground tonight.”

He ignored your remark. After the glass was full, he called your name lowly, “Tomorrow I’ll drop an order for another expedition set as soon as possible. You’ll be having a difficult job this time around. We have to accumulate budget and supplies thrice as usual.”

“Thrice?” you almost exclaimed. “That would be hard considering we just had an expedition recently! Don’t you think it’s too soon? And why that much?”

“This is a crucial one. I can’t say more than that.”

You were stuck pondering how you could even do that much—accumulating the usual budget is a challenging feat already. However, this is an order. There’s no bearing in questioning a man so secretive about his strategies. “Very well then. Leave that to me.”

“As expected of my competent aide,” Erwin smiled slightly. “You better show me how excellent you really are for the succeeding months.”

“Maybe if you don’t give me a hard time assisting you home tonight. Tch. I don’t understand why we had to go at this particular bar when there’s a lot nearer the barracks.”

“I used to come here often when I was young. The nostalgia makes the mood lighter,” Erwin chugged the wine down. This time, however, he’s the one to pour his own glass. “And I once held the bartender here with affection.”

You nodded and looked everywhere to find the bartender in question. But then, you only noticed one person doing the job, which made your eyebrows raise in confusion. “He looked decades older than you, but I guess he’s way younger during your training days…?”

Erwin turned his gaze in the direction you were looking at; the realization made him laugh out loud. “Sorry, no. Not that one.”

“Oh,” you nodded again, but then you realized there was no other person serving drinks other than this man who's seemingly not too long for this world. You figured he might be embarrassed to admit that. “I’m not the one to judge so you don’t need to worry.”

“Seriously, not that one," he tried to hold down his laugh now, albeit struggling. "I noticed she doesn’t come here anymore. She might be busy caring for her child or have shifted jobs already. I’m not sure.”

“Ah,” you actually don’t care about the matter. However, how Erwin looks lighter now made you glue your eyes to Erwin. “Seems like the alcohol really helped in making you relaxed now.”

“It was actually your horrified face that did the job.”

“You said it was the bartender! And I’m not horrified; I’m just quite taken aback.”

He continued smirking while softly swirling his glass to mix the last bits of his drink. After emptying it, he sighed satisfactorily, "I guess I’ll be able to sleep soundly now. Let’s go.”

You stood up and grabbed your coat, “Thanks for not making this hard.”

“That’s just a one-time event. Don’t hold too much disdain on that.”

“I was too tired that day. I didn’t understand why I had to do that.”

“I'll accompany you home this time to make up for it.”

“Unnecessary.”

“I insist,” he paused for a while as both of you finally went out. “This night is a calm before the storm and I opt to relish it somehow," then looked up at the sky with a sullen face. You had no other response to come up with, none but a silent stare. You do not regard your time with him as leisure, but he was right. The shenanigans with him made you forget the matter all of you have to face. “Let’s just have the carriage go in two drop-offs. My house first.”

It's as if the hangover from drinking in your dreams transcended your current body. Your stomach ache persists even after your classes, clutching your tummy stiff and tight as you sit beside Furlan in a meeting.

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Furlan looked at you worriedly, “You need to go to the infirmary or something?”

You shook your head and patted his shoulder, eyes still squinting in slight discomfort. “Don’t worry. I’ll just go home immediately after this one.”

Furlan nodded, “I’ll go with you in case it gets worse.”

Both of you shifted your attention back to the meeting at hand, with Eren already shouting in excitement, “I swear! We’re currently working on this story in one subject but making it our theme will look really cool!”

The titan boy, or so you call him in your dreams, is apparently the committee head for the upcoming university lantern parade. The festival is a competition between colleges; one with the most well-made lantern will win great perks. Colleges with fewer students like yours and Eren’s collided together so the lantern could be way easier to do. You volunteered to be an ad hoc committee member, hoping that your responsibility to join the stressful lantern-building would lessen. Furlan, who studies the same major as Eren, volunteered to be part of it, which explains why you’re together right now.

“Eren,” you muttered in horror, “you’re making our story the theme?”

“Why? Don’t you think it’s cool?”

Your stomach finally had an apparent reason to churn.

“It’s actually a great idea! We could make a lantern of the titans!” Armin beamed. “And during the parade, people from Sports Sciences who could parkour would be doing stunts! Like jumping or flying toward the lantern and cutting on specific parts that would make it boom! Whatever trick we could come up with!”

“That’d be an instant win!” Eren exclaimed loudly and someone at the back shouted back in concurrence.

Oh god. These kids.

“It’s settled then,” Furlan concluded. “So for today, we could brainstorm with the lantern design and division of tasks, right?” Eren nodded; thus, Furlan added it to the minutes.

“Who could lead the brainstorming?” Jean asked.

Eren quickly pitched your name as he turned to you and you let out a confused huff. “I mean, the whole idea came from you. You could at least illustrate what they look like, right? And the parkour team, you could also come up with their concept ”

Furlan gruffed from behind, “Aren’t you piling up so many tasks on her?”

“If she does the brainstorming, then she can consider her job done,” he then turned to you again. “That’s why you pitched yourself in the ad hoc, right? So you wouldn't need to participate in the making process.”

“Man, this guy’s really blunt," Ymir shook her head in disbelief. "And when I thought the story made you uncomfortable.”

"It still does! But it sounded so interesting."

“Hm,” you bit your lip, anxiousness and confliction laced your nerves. The titans as the lantern, the Survey Corps uniforms as the costume, cutting titans as their intermission—oh, to see it done in this very world. You’re not sure if that would be a great idea. “I-I’ll think about it.”

Eren called your name flatly. “Come on, I know they were all part of your horrifying experiences but they’re not real and you don’t have to be held back by them. Just establish all of those as fictional by pitching it here, just like how you did in our subject.”

"Hey, Eren," Armin warned. The members pondered in your silence too.

Indeed, Eren is using this because the premise seems cool to him or, perhaps, brought by his deep connection in that world to begin with. But you deeply considered his suggestion. It wasn’t fictional, that’s what you could attest, but were you still held down by it? Even if Erwin’s here already? You repeated the question in your head multiple times, and the silence continued. “Horrifying experiences? What’s that?” someone from the back broke the silence.

“I don’t think you should have a say on that matter, Eren,” Furlan cut it off. His sheer annoyance brought you back from your ponders.

“Huh? I'm literally helping her get over it.”

“What does that even mean?” Sasha wasn’t mumbling with food anymore.

“Eren, we don’t have to force her. We could develop the rest of the theme ourselves since we already got the gist in our story.”

“No. She needs to do this.”

“Why? This matter is just a silly cool concept for you so you feel like trampling on it? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Hey,” you placed a hand on Furlan’s shoulder. “Stop that. He’s not entirely wrong on it.”

“He is,” Furlan glared at you. “I know how bad the situation is. Don’t expect me to sit down with someone obviously trying to play it down.”

“I know, but don’t register the anger on my behalf, okay?"

He shook his head in disappointment and settled his eyes on the laptop again.

You heaved a sigh; It’s okay; I’m not dealing with this alone. Not anymore. You turned to Eren then, “Sorry, I spaced out. Please don’t make the mood heavy.” You turned towards everyone in the room who felt the tension and clarified, “I just considered whether or not I want it to be exact. I’m not saying I wouldn’t do it.”

“Oh, sorry,” Eren cleared his throat. “And I’m not trampling on it. I just thought you should not regard this matter very negatively from now on. I also apologize if I came off as rude.”

“But you were rude,” Ymir laughed.

“Seriously!” a bald man exclaimed; you don’t know his name. “What’s up with that!? I’m getting baffled!”

“Sorry. We’re just messing around.” Armin sheepishly replied, then explained the whole idea so the committee members would get the context. It hyped them up so much and they concurred without hesitation. Was it also due to the unconscious connection they had in that world? They're also in the same batch, after all. “She gave me a scribble of the military uniform. Maybe we could use this as the parkour teams' costume.” The people near Armin scooted towards him to see the scratch paper. Eren walked towards him as well.

“What’s the color of this uniform?” Eren inquired.

“Whichever looks good for you.”

As you decided not to give them particularities further to respect their creative choices, the meeting concluded and the rest wasn’t your job. Eren ensured his promise; you didn’t participate much in the making process. They made you watch the parkour team's practices for accuracy purposes, but not that you mind it. Watching them amused you. You know how it felt to fly like that and even if you don’t know how, you could certainly do it easily if you tried.

That’s why when you and some professors finally saw the finished product at the gymnasium—the titans and the parkour team in costume—you were frozen on the spot.

You didn't say anything about the color of the costume but they got it perfectly. Secondly, the titan lanterns! Despite you drawing it for them, you never thought seeing it firsthand would make you this horrified. You knew it wouldn't be a big deal. You were sure it wouldn't, so you don’t understand why you’re trembling right now.

“Whoa!” Historia came by running. “I stopped by because Ymir said your story inspired it. It looks so damn good!” then she squealed and jumped excitedly. “I don’t care if our college loses. This has to win!”

“You look like a kid. Stop jumping around.” Ymir teased, glad by her reaction.

“I only imagined it for years!” she clung to your arm. “You did so well!”

You didn’t respond, not even a single move. As you examined the lanterns longer, you realized why it horrified you. One of them was the face of the titan you first encountered, the one who ate your brother. You started shaking more at the realization,. Tons of profanities ran in your head. It ridiculed every inch of your nerves for drawing it randomly without much thought and, most of all, for not remembering that in the first place. The other feeling was rage—the primal urge to slice the nape of the lifeless figure your fellow students worked so hard to make, to shatter it violently until it’s no more recognizable.

You tried looking around to calm yourself down, which halted upon seeing Erwin from afar. His gaze averted towards you the same time you did to him, crossed arms, curled eyebrows. He looked quite taken aback as well. The stare-down went on for a while until you realized: no, I was wrong. His presence needs to be more for this. Still facing him, your face crunch in panic and you clench your fist until your knuckles turn white, toning down the sheer trembling. He seems to notice that immediately with his flat stare turning into worry.

In hopes Historia would buy your lie and let you out, you shakingly withdrew her arm clinging to you. “A-ah, my stomach has been acting up for a while now. I think I need to go to the toilet.”

"Seriously? You should've just rested in your home,” Historia said.

“The comfort room’s just behind the building,” Ymir added.

With your flight response finally taking over your mind, you ran away from the scene as hard as possible so it’d be saved from your mindless wrath. Away from the students so they wouldn’t see you getting berserk at something they created with sheer effort.

The next thing you knew, you were curled on your knees in the corner of the dark storage room with the barely opened door illuminating thin light. No tears were coming out but the tremble compensated for letting the emotions out. You rocked back and forth in hopes it'd subside. You tried to stabilize your breathing so this room wouldn’t swirl in your eyes. You tried consoling yourself that it had to be this rather than instigating commotion. You don’t know how much time had passed and you took no mind of it, but you let out a high-pitched gasp when the door creaked open.

There he was, Erwin Smith, looking down at you calm and not withdrawing his hold from the door.

When he realized you were in a heap, he walked towards you and crouched until your faces were on the same level. Tears finally pooled down your eyes as if his presence was the much-needed trigger. Your face remained unmoved, though—no eyebrows crunching, no lips curling, not even a sob. Still, he remained unshaken and seemingly aware of what to do. His broad fingers slid to your cheeks and wiped your tears away. He did just that—no words of consolation or anything else.

After all, if anyone in this world would understand why you're acting this way, it would be him. He called your name with a stern command, “Breathe.”

His voice was an order and your body’s innate response to follow it worked.

“Slowly," he added, unchanging with authority.

You gulped down and struggled for a while but he patiently waited and continued to do what he was doing—gliding his fingers to wipe the tears. When you finally calmed down, you glued your eyes to the floor. Both of you stayed silent.

“Sorry. I don’t know what came to me," you huffed your last sniff.

“The reaction was valid. No apologies needed,” Erwin wasn’t crouching anymore. He settled on his seat, on the floor facing you instead.

“They did an excellent job. I almost thought they were all aware of it and just fooling me around.”

He smiled weakly, “They wouldn’t be very delighted if they knew.”

“This was such a dumb thing to do,” you muttered as you pulled your hair in frustration. “I underestimated the situation.”

“How did you guys even end up with that?”

“That titan kid was dead set on it," the familiar nickname made him snort. “Told me it was fictional so I should just jive in.”

“Figures. He looked completely delighted at the result.”

“I think it’s better if I just don’t go. I might lose control and slice the lantern’s nape otherwise.”

“But the upcoming festival seems lively. You shouldn’t miss that.”

“It really is. I always look forward to it despite not participating much in the process. But it’s different now and I brought this upon myself." You gave him an apologetic look. “That must be uncomfortable to see. Sorry for that.”

“A co-faculty said that it’s about giants so I kind of expected it, though I was shocked at the finished product. The lantern looks bad and the uniform’s bland but they got the gist; I give them that.”

You chuckled, “I can’t believe you still have standards in a time like this.”

“As I should," he smiled at you, "but what made you so afraid of it?”

“I don't think it's fear of the product itself. I feared the urge in me to destroy that. Even if I know they won’t be happy about it, my mind was screaming that I must do it quickly before someone dies.”

He nodded in acknowledgment. “So you still have the knack of protecting everyone, hm.”

Your eyes widened; it's not something you even noticed from your counterpart in that world. Moreover, you thought the only thing you picked up was silly trivial habits like the love for cats.

“Erwin,” you mumbled; his brows perked up because you dropped the honorifics again.

But then again—this must be clear—you never addressed him with honorifics in the first place. It's either 'hey' or no greeting at all. Perhaps it's a subconscious attempt to counter the dynamics you have in both worlds—the way he's always above you while you're stuck in a vicinity he could control. Mayhaps it's your subconscious attempt to protest that, no, you are not tying yourself to that arrangement again.

Erwin feels proud of that. He really does. And so he lets you continue.

“Do you think everyone here is still the same? If everything in here crumbled and we all got thrown in that land, do you think everyone would respond how we witnessed it?”

"All of us would die," Erwin chuckled as a matter of fact. "The vertical maneuvering gear takes a lot of time to master. And the people here seemed to be a bunch of weaklings."

"Hey, that's bad to say," You scorned. "But then, when I saw them do parkour, I thought I could easily join them. Don't you feel the same?"

"I admit I was relatively stronger even at a young age and I picked up several habits from the Commander. It's still completely different, though. If we couldn't remember it, that world would be nonexistent."

"Why are you trying to pay for your sins then?" you blurted out; his eyes widened. You almost apologized for the blunt question but it needs to be registered. "You're indebted to no one in this world."

Erwin took the time to answer. He looked down at the floor and smiled mournfully, "Charging thousands of people to death is not payable even in numerous lifetimes."

"But this world is completely different. I'm not the one to talk but you might be getting too swayed by your feelings."

"If I get to remember then I have to atone for it."

"Then are we supposed to be in this predicament for the rest of our lives? Should I be tormented for the life of my brother? Or wrathful of every giant thing I lay my eyes on?" Your voice was rising slightly, deeply frustrated for reacting terribly at a silly caricature, worried at this man spending the years of his life with guilt eating him up.

He looked at you with a subtle but knowing smile, "Are you perhaps trying to downplay the horror you felt upon seeing the lantern?"

"No!" Lies.

"Nothing is embarrassing about feeling that way, let alone admitting your frustration on that matter."

"I'm not ashamed. I just stand on the notion that we should not let the anguish decide for us. You said that to me yourself; if we continue being driven by our emotions, we won't survive." You never thought you'd say that in this lifetime, but perhaps having someone could rake a huge difference and make you braver.

"But I was wrong at some parts. Feelings embody a huge role in how we act, whether it's a positive thing or not. A wise mind entails weighing down both rationale and emotions. If you ignored one of them, it would subject you to endless torment."

You averted your gaze sideward, calmed down but still hesitant. "But if we keep considering that, how can we move forward?"

He touched the crown of your head and noticed how he had made this a habit. "Acting on how tormenting that world was and acknowledging how different things now do not need to be put against each other. Even if I'm dead set on embodying my guilt, I still appreciate what I could do here." He ruffled your hair, "This one, for instance."

That cut off your train of thought. You attempted to overpower the fluster with your rationale to argue, but it was hard to stay focused when he was obviously amusing himself. You ended up changing the topic instead. "Why did you tell Levi I like head pats?"

He was taken aback, "You don't?"

"I don't!" you exclaimed. "Now he’s treating me like a kid."

"You don't need to be a kid to like head pats."

You rolled your eyes, "No shit. I don't know that."

"Now that you know, do you think you could like it this time?"

"I don't want people treating me as if I'm below them."

"This gesture isn't for establishing dominance."

"Then what is it for?"

"For expressing endearment," Erwin almost chuckled at your inquiry, but you see, he also wants to establish something here: he regards you as someone above him. He always did. In that world. Even more so in this one.

"Endearment? What do you mean by that?"

"So, have you calmed down now?" he ignored the inquiry and slid his hands to your cheek instead. Erwin tapped it twice.

"Yeah, it was replaced by curiosity. I wonder about all the things you couldn't do in that world that you want to do now."

"Talking about it would take us days," he stood up from his seat and offered his hand to you. "Join the festival. You don't need to protect anyone anymore. Let me do that this time around."

Time and time again, his words keep on surprising you. This isn't about your fluster at his pretty eloquence but rather the admittance that you want to have someone to rely on this time, desperately so. You reached for his hands and stood up, "I'll be in your care then."

Returning to the gymnasium, you briefly intertwined your conversation with Levi's request.

"Erwin…"

"Hm?"

"Don't you dare fail what you just told me, okay? You could take all your time coming to terms with your guilt but don't disappear on us to pay for it."

Erwin got the context but instead feigned ignorance. "Why would I do that?"

"Addressing guilt entails thoughts of making your life as miserable as possible because you feel underserving of company, of someone to share that burden with. I hope you won't let that persist in your head and blur what's ahead of you. That way, it would be possible for me as well."

His features turned dark. It should've been trivial, it really should have, but the expression was somewhat contagious. After all, it is a stark reminder that affirmations—no matter how sincere you are in expressing them—could still be too good to be true.

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𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 - 𝑃.𝑆𝐻

⩥𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛!𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎 (𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧) 𝑥 𝑠𝑜𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

⩥𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑙 𝐴𝑈

⩥𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 4,0𝑘

⩥𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦: „𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑦“, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒…

⩥𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑦 & 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑦, 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 (𝑓!𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔), 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘

⩥𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛: 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑗𝑖𝑛 & 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒: 𝑊𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒

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Being a resident of Hera Palace, a luxury apartment building with 100 floors in the middle of the city, had many advantages. Living around all those politicians, celebrities, businessmen and prominent doctors and lawyers, helped you develop a lot of precious contacts, that over time helped you become a part of the upper class and one of the world's best-known soprano singer and leading prima-donna all over the world. After a while of living there, you and your doctor husband Yoonchul became a part of the building's private club called Hera Club, consisting of four influential households that lived there. There was this little tradition that once a month, one of you hosted a dinner for the Hera Club at one of your places, where you could freely talk about anything regarding your life.

All of the Hera Club members were all right, a lawyer and his wife, a single-living woman with a rich overseas businessman husband, you and your husband, but the most influential family in the whole Hera Palace was a businessman Park Seonghwa, the owner of the building and basically half of Korea and his overly nice and naive wife.

Putting on the top layer of powder to prevent your base makeup from rubbing off, you finished doing your make-up for the night. The bloody shade of lipstick making your face stand out, even more, clasping your diamond ear-rings, spraying on the expensive perfume, you finished embellishing your look. And with that your husband stepped in, checking himself in the mirror, to make sure there are no imperfections, clearing his throat to remind you of his presence. Dressed in a lacy black shirt and leather black skirt, you tugged it down a bit, to accentuate your curves more.

„Wear something else. How many times must I tell you that's too drab? The host should look classy.“ the lack of interest hearable in your voice. „I have enough taste to pick out an outfit.“ As if. „Don't you think you went over the top, Y/N? It's just a dinner with people we see every day. You make such a huge fuss of things.“ you couldn't help but turn around, looking at him with an annoyed expression. „Are you criticizing my style too? Are you that displeased about your wife looking pretty?“ Smug smirk on his face as you basically spitted your words on him. „I don't like how it's just too much. How could you still expect to look pretty? You practically showered in perfume.“ Leaving the room, he left you standing there alone, ruining your mood for the night. Sighing and scoffing at his pathetic complaints you put on your heels to welcome the guests.

Anyone could see that your marriage with him wasn't good at all, you couldn't even look at or compliment each other, you didn't even have anything to talk about together, all you did was argue, the last time you two had sex together or even touched each other out of honest love, was about eight years ago, this marriage already hopeless. But until you take over the corporation your father run, you had to be married, your father won't let you take over the company if you two divorced, since getting a divorce was a humiliation for the whole family in his opinion.

Picking the best bottle of red wine out of the wine cabinet, you took it along with meals prepared for this night and placed it on the splendid black table. The present people already deep in a talk.

Sitting down next to your husband, you brushed the arm of his jacket, to show off that you were a caring wife to the others, a fake smile adorning your beautiful face. He only rolled his eyes at your pretentiousness and took a sip of his wine. Listening to the compliments to your food, you smiled and thanked politely. Listening to the snobby and drunk blabbering, you couldn't get more bored.

„What's taking the couple from penthouse so long?“ asked Mari, the single woman, you could feel your husband tensing, you knew how much he hated Seonghwa, but deep down you knew it wasn't hate but just jealousy at how successful he was. And with that, Seonghwa and his wife stepped in, with apologies for being late. Rolling your eyes at how everyone now paid attention to Seonghwa's beautiful wife, you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the expensive champagne with strawberries.

„Oh Suryeon, it's nice that you're here, it's always so hard to see you, you should come over when we go shopping.“ Seonghwa cut his wife before she said anything, answering the request instead of her. „She always wants to go, but I'm the one who makes her stay. I want to keep her for myself.“ whines filled the room at how caring and romantic Seonghwa was.

„Y/N the food looks delicious, it must've been hard to prepare all this.“ you were looking at Seonghwa, dressed in a tapered suit, getting annoyed at how his hand was on top of his wife's lap, his wife's question bringing you back to the reality. „I couldn't serve just anything. I put in some extra care.“

„Actually there wasn't much to do. You know how delivery food is.“ Giving your husband, who has now ruined the mood with his nagging comments that were trying to humiliate you, a death glare.

After a while, when you were all done eating you took the dirty plates to the kitchen, putting them in a sink and trying to get yourself together and not express any annoyment and angriness. Your husband looking through the cabinet to find the best wine, you approached him with your arms crossed on your chest. „Are you having fun humiliating your wife in front of others? Do you feel better now?“

„Why don't you take it easy? Why are you acting so pretentious? Isn't it tiring?“ walking past you with two bottles of wine in his hands. „Do you wish for your wife to be belittled? I'm doing this for your sake...“

„Can you please be honest? All you think of is yourself. I'm just a mere accessory you use to decorate yourself. Suryeon is the type that truly cares for her husband. Look at how well Chairman Park's business is going.“ Taking one of the bottles from his hand, you smashed it on the floor out of angriness, the burgundy coloured liquor spilling and staining the floor. „Does complimenting other women make you feel any better?“ Turning around, to leave you were met with Seonghwa's wife standing in front of you, probably eavesdropping on your whole conversation. „Ah, I couldn't find the restroom...“ rolling your eyes, you walked past her, and leaving her with your husband.

As the night went on, your husband laughing and celebrating with the lawyer and his wife, along with the single-living lady - Mari, Seonghwa chatting and giggling with his wife and you sitting there alone, with a glass of red wine in your hand, eyeing Seonghwa occasionally. When Mari stood up, to go to the restroom, she almost fell on the ground, from the intoxication of alcohol, Seonghwa's wife immediately stood up to help her as the sweet soul she was, leaving the dining room.

Seonghwa right away knew, what you were doing, when you unbuttoned the top of your shirt, bending around to fill his empty glass while licking your lips seductively. Lips forming into a smirk on his handsome face, tilting his head, no doubt checking you out, your cleavage on display for him. You were indeed a very beautiful woman, exactly his type. „I'll pour you a glass Chairman Park.“ locking contact, with his shining eyes full of desire.

„Let me do the same.“ Standing up and coming to you, he stood by your side, pouring your glass with the sweet burgundy liquor. Clicking your glasses together, you held it on the level of your soft lips, about to drink from it when you 'accidentally' spilt the drink on your shoulder, staining your shirt. Everyone gasped, asking if you were okay. „Yes, I'm fine. I should get changed.“ mischievous smile in your face as you stood up

Looking at Seonghwa with a deep glare, to let him know that he's welcomed to follow you, you walked past him, brushing softly against his back. He was looking at you as you swung your hips teasingly on purpose.

Re-applying your lipstick, you stood in front of the mirror, in a beautiful black dress, that hugged your curves tightly, with a frilly on the shoulders. The dress still unzipped, because you needed help with zipping it, and you knew that Seonghwa would come and help you.

And as luck would have it, there he was, you could see him in the mirror, standing in all his beauty in that black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and a smirk on that handsome face, black hair brushed into a side-part.

You brushed your hair into a side, tilting your head so that your hair doesn't get into the zipper. „Could you assist me?“ Walking to you, he stood behind you, looking at your face in the mirror. Feeling his cold fingertips caressing your back, made shivers run all around your body. His lips dangerously close to your neck, as you turned your head to look at him, your lips getting closer and closer. But with that, the annoying voice of his wife that was looking for him could be heard.

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Weeks have passed since that night at your place, seeing Seonghwa only occasionally at the entrance-hall, you tried to forget about that night, instead of having to bother with constant jealous and annoying comments of your husband, that was trying to put him down. And you didn't want to miss the opportunity to impress Seonghwa, tonight was another Hera Club meeting, this time at his Penthouse.

Dressing in a beautiful curve-hugging black dress, that exposed your shoulders and had white flowers on it, you stepped into the Penthouse, being greeted with the housemaids that took care of the place. Coming into the living room where all the women of Hera Club were, praising your look. „Gosh, Y/N, you look like a different person. Did you always have such a beautiful neckline?" Smiling at the comments and answering politely, roaming your eyes all over the place, to see if Seonghwa was present, instead of landing your eyes on his wife. „I dressed up for the occasion. It's been such a long time since I came to the penthouse. Only our men used to come here. I hope you invite us, girls, more often from now on.“ Toasting with a glass of champagne with strawberries, you tasted the bitter but sweet drink, the door of Seonghwa's study room opening, the handsome man stepped out in all his glory.

Smirk finding its place on his face, when you two locked eye contact, you two were flirting with your glances, as his wife's phone buzzed, with a text message. Noticing Seonghwa's presence, telling him something urgent came up, she left, to finish some things at the company she ran. Not caring what it was about you sat on the couch next to the others, signalizing for Seonghwa to sit next to you.

As the night went on, the men celebrating the success of their investments, you rolled your eyes, annoyed at not having any attention, seeing that wide smile on your husband's face, disgust filled your veins.

Walking past Seonghwa who sat on the opposite of you, annoying you even more, you deciding to look around the place designed in a minimalistic style. Going up the stairs of the place, you saw how Seonghwa stood up in your peripheral vision.

The others not even noticing that the two of you left, amused by playing golf with balls made from checks. When you looked around the whole place, deciding to leave, you were met with Seonghwa standing in the hallway, waiting for you. Playing hard to get by walking past him, acting like you were not delighted by his presence at all, he grabbed your arm and turned you around, so you were facing him, pushing you against the cold wall and keeping you caged with his arms and lust-filled eyes. „Are you insane? What do you intend to do here?“

„Is there a reason we shouldn't be doing this? They can't see us anyway. I thought you'd like something like this, Ms. Y/L/N.“ his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as you bit your lips seductively. „Park Seonghwa. I didn't know you were such a bad man.“ letting out a small laugh, he smirked at your words, knowing well how much he affected you. „I don't think I can stop now.“

When he tried to close the gap between your lips slowly, you stopped him and pushed him away softly, hesistantly looking deeply into his eyes before pulling him closer by the back of his neck and kissing him hungrily. Your tongues slipping into each other's mouths hungrily. His arms caging your body and holding you by your waist. Breaking the kiss to catch your breath and kissing again, still pressed against the marble wall, his arm holding your leg, bending it a bit to wrap it around his tiny waist.

His fingers getting closer and closer to your core, throbbing from all the pent-up sexual tension. Rubbing your bud with his thumb through your lacy panties, you moaned into his mouth. „We shouldn't be doing this right now, they'll notice we are gone, sooner or later.“ you said as you broke the kiss, landing your leg back on the floor. Seonghwa slid his hand into the pocket of his trousers, obviously looking for something. Picking out a small leather sack, he held it in front of your eyes.

„If you are brave enough to continue, take this. I'm giving you a chance to back out when you still can before you do something you'll regret. The key in the sack can get you into any place in the Hera Palace. Meet me tomorrow at 7 pm on the 35th floor, next to the elevator, there's a glass door there, open it with this key and wait for me there if you want to continue with this...“

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Stepping out of the elevator in a cream-coloured satin dress, the basic black high-heels with a strap on it accentuating your legs and making them look longer, a pearl necklace decorating your bare neck. Opening the door with the key Seonghwa gave you, you stepped into a room full of different kinds of plants, almost like a garden spot.

There was a couch with soft and puffy cushions, a glass table with two glasses and a bottle of wine in the middle, precisely covered by the surrounding plants. Seonghwa greeted you in the front, his arms wrapping around you, to bring you closer so he could kiss you. Taking your hand into his he motioned for you to sit down. The place was dark, the only light in the room was created by some candles and a small star-looking shining that entered the room through the glass wall, giving you a view of the city.

„I had no idea this place existed in Hera Palace. I'm surprised.“ Seonghwa chuckled, your amazement giving him a space to brag about the fortune he owns. „I participated in designing the building. Feel free to come here whenever you want.“

Kissing you again, his hand landed on your collarbones, wrapping around your neck, before tugging at the necklace you wore rather powerfully enough to disrupt it, the pearl beads falling on the floor and rolling all over the floor. Gasping, you immediately took your hand off his thigh and went to caress your neck, looking at him in shock. „What are you doing?“ His hand grabbed the box that was by his side, which you haven't noticed before.

Opening the box, you were met with a beautiful diamond necklace and earrings with a ruby in them. „I thought that this might look good on you. Aren't you sick of the necklace your stupid husband got you?“ Sighing you took the box into your hands. „What is this necklace supposed to mean? Don't tell me... you want me all to yourself.“ Chuckling at your words, his eyes moving off of you. „No, of course not.“

„I want this to be simple. Let's not put a leash on each other or be blingy. I want this to end the moment one of us decides to end it. What do you think?“ Tilting your head to the side, to get a better view of his handsome face your hand landed on the top of his muscular thigh. „It looks like we've just settled on our own set of rules.“ Landing his hand on your back, he pushed you down to the couch, getting on top of you, his long legs on both side of your body, lips connected.

His fingers rubbing circles along your hips, digging into it, not too harshly. Lips breaking the contact with yours, instead going lower, down to your neck, you gasped, when his teeth sunk into your neck softly. His hand going under your dress and caressing the inner side of your thigh. „Let me undress you, Y/N.“

His fingers untied the ribbon on top of your satin dress, sitting so he can pull them over your head, leaving you only in your lacy set, you picked for tonight. Seonghwa unbuttoned his white shirt, showing off his sculpted chest and stomach. Undoing his belt, he put it down on the table along with his trousers being left only in his briefs.

While he was undressing himself, you took off your bra and panties, too aroused to wait any longer, noticing it, he chuckled at your neediness and did the same with his briefs. Biting your bottom lip as you took in the size of his cock, well above average, for sure thicker than any you've ever had. Reaching out to touch it, his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you from getting any closer to him, grabbing your other wrist as well, he pinned them both above your head, pushing you down to the couch. „Not so fast, princess, don't think I'd let you be in charge and touch me whenever you want. Now relax and don't make me tie those wrists.“

He released your wrists from his grip, lips attaching to your breasts, twirling his tongue around your nipples, sucking on them, pushing his knee between your legs, to part them. His lips went lower, brushing past your ribcage and stomach down to your thighs, he began kissing up to your inner thighs, his teeth grazing along the sensitive skin of your legs.

„You have no idea, what you do to me, I've been crazy about you, since the first time I saw you I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. I can't believe you're mine now, the most perfect woman... everything my wife isn't.“

Pushing your legs up, to put on his shoulders, gripping them firmly, his face dived into your glistening core. Your body jolting up, toes curling, from the sudden pleasure of Seonghwa's tongue licking up your folds, spreading them apart with his tongue. You couldn't even remember the last time someone had eaten you out, less so, eat you out this good. Your hips bucking up whenever his tongue brushed past your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your desperate whines and moans leaving your mouth, only made him smirk in satisfaction, your thighs closing around his head. You were at the brim of your climax, a knot forming and pulsing in your stomach.

„I bet your pathetic husband can't even unclip your bra, gosh, how could a woman as breath-taking as you, marry someone as deplorable.“ Your lewd moans intensified as you were about to spill on Seonghwa's mouth at any second. Although having you cum on his tongue, lap at your juices and lick you clean off your tasty juices sounded good, he would rather have you cum from the godly work of his hips, snapping against your sweet spot. Detaching himself from your core as he broke the high of finally having your anticipated orgasm, you haven't felt in years. You whined, looking at him in disbelief, scoffing him. „What is it darling? Don't give me that bitter look.“

He slid his tip along your folds, lubricating himself with your wetness, your legs wrapped around his tiny waist, he propped himself in front of your clenching hole. Pushing himself into you, you both hissed, and spewed at the feeling. „Fuck, he hasn't fucked you in a long time, right? Ah, you're so fucking tight, clenching around me, you're taking me so well, that I don't think I'll be able to even move.“ You groaned in agreement to his statements, trying to stabilise your breathing and get used to the stretching feeling. „Ah, y-you can move now.“ Your legs were shaking from only the feeling of his dick inside you.

Seonghwa set a rather mellow and tame pace at the beginning, however after a while, pushing into you deeper and rougher, with a great intensity of each thrust. „What would your husband say if he saw you like this? Fucking another man to satisfy the needs he can't satisfy?“ Angling his hips a bit more upwards to hit your sweet spot better, your arms wrapped around his back, nails digging harshly, probably about to leave tiny marks. Your moans getting caught in your throat as his hips slammed into you, your back arching at the feeling. Seonghwa couldn't explain how much confidence this intercourse gave him, when he slept with his wife, which did not happen often at all, all she did was lay back down and not react to him in any way, only trying to get through it and 'satisfy his needs'. But you were different, the way you were clenching, arching and moaning, he missed the euphoric feeling of having good sex with someone who enjoyed it and gave him the overwhelming pleasure he needed.

His thumb reached down to your bundle of nerves, massaging it in a circular motion, your body responding with trembling to the additional pleasure. „Ah, fuck Seonghwa, please keep doing that, I'm gonna cum soon!“ warning him your head fell back, mouth opening agape. „Really? You're gonna make a mess and milk my cock? Clench your velvety pussy around my girth? Then do that darling, cum all over me.“ His hips frantically plunged into your walls, delivering pleasure to you both. Clenching your hands into fists, you felt yourself get over the edge, spasming under his frame. Your body shook at the forgotten feeling of orgasm taking all over you. Grunts leaving Seonghwa's lips as he spilt his seed into your desperate cunt, you both riding out your orgasms.

His breath steadied as he sat at the opposite side of the couch, leaving you laying there to let you collect yourself. „It was visible by how needy you were, that your sex life with your stupid husband must be awful, but I just hope he'd go down on you, so he could see my cum dripping out of you. See how it is when a real man fucks a woman.“ Brushing your hair with your fingers, to not look that ruffled, licking your fingertips to clean your chin off the smudged lipstick, you saw him already half-dressed, you did the same, his lips attaching to yours yet again, biting on your bottom lip.

„I'm sure you know that there's a gala next week, to celebrate the Hera Palace's first anniversary. I hope you wear that necklace I gave you, but don't dress too gorgeously, which might be problematic, since you're gorgeous in everything, because I don't think I'll be able to hold back, even in front of my wife and your husband, on the other hand, at least they'll know, who this beautiful woman belongs to from now on.“

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