#got7 enemies to lovers au

[sweetestofchaos]

𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾 💀 2.4K+

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“There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.” -  Soren Kierkegaard 

“This is a lot of cash, boss man,” You stare at the metal briefcase that is filled with more money than you have ever been paid…and its only half of the payment. “You must really want this guy dead, huh?” Reaching up, you tuck a braid behind your ear and cross your legs, “What’d the guy do? Fuck your wife? Kill your dog?”

“Cut the shit, Y/N.” Your boss, Andrew Loft snaps and you roll your eyes. “Are you going to kill this son of a bitch or not?”

You glance down at the money and crack your knuckles. “Send me his file in three days. I’m going on a mini vacay, and I don’t want to think about this shit.”

“Take that payment with you. I’ll transfer the rest when you send me his fucking head.”

“Damn…okay, boss man. See ya later!” You close the briefcase and motion for one of your boss’ men to carry it out to your car for you. You wiggle your fingers towards your boss and leave his home with a large smile on your face. This money is gonna go right into your hidden savings account. Being a paid assassin, you never know when the tables will turn, so you always have to be prepared for anything. “Thank you, Jeffery!” You blow the older man a kiss after he sets the briefcase in your car, and you jump in the driver seat. Giggling to yourself, you pull out of the driveway and make your way home. You glance at the time and smile. You think you’ll beat your boyfriend home today.

Turning on the radio, you sing along to a few songs. You feel good about today, yeah it sucks that you have to take someone’s life, but hey that’s no concern of yours. Clearly this person did something major to piss your boss off. As you get closer to home, you quickly call your boyfriend on speaker; the ring tone loud as it echoes in the car.

“Yes, darling?”

You smile at his sweet voice, “What are you doing?”

“Me?” You can hear what sounds like pots and pans banging in the background. “I’m making dinner for my heart.”

Heat attacks your face at your boyfriend’s cheesy words, “You’re already home? I thought you were working late tonight.”

“I left early since we have an early flight to catch tomorrow. Now hurry that pretty ass of yours along. Dinner should be done when you get here.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You laugh at his response, “I love you Jinyoung-ie.”

“I love you more, Y/N-ie.”

The view from the balcony is breathtaking. Below is white sand and an even clearly sea nestled away between a small forest, giving Jinyoung and yourself all the privacy that you could ever ask for. The moon is shinning high in the sky, bathing your brown skin with its gentle silver glow. The braids you had in, are no longer holding your hair down in place. Your natural texture embraces the cool air that blows, your dark strands dancing gently in the breeze. You’re wrapped in the white sheet from the bed, completely bare underneath from your session of love making with Jinyoung a short while ago. He’s somewhere in the house doing his own thing, giving you space to breath.

The sound of the screen door sliding open catches your attention, but you don’t turn around to see what Jinyoung’s up to. You hear the click of glass on glass and soon after the warmth of Jinyoung’s body presses to yours as he wraps his arms around your waist. You relax in his hold and smile as he litters small kisses to your shoulder and neck. His skin smell like fresh soap and you can feel small droplets of water drip onto your exposed skin.

“Did you enjoy your shower?”

Jinyoung hums in response to your question and rests his chin over your shoulder, “Are you feeling sore?” Jinyoung’s fingertips dig into your hips as he massages the ache away. You groan and Jinyoung chuckles, “I have something for you…hold on.” You sigh at the loss of warmth, and you turn around when Jinyoung clears his throat. Your eyes widen and the sheet you are holding falls to the ground as you stare at Jinyoung who is kneeling on one knee holding a very beautiful ring in his hands.

The tips of Jinyoung’s ears are red and you can see that he is struggling to keep his eyes on your face which makes you scramble for the sheet. Both of you laugh and Jinyoung smiles up at you, his dark eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

“I should have timed this better,” Jinyoung jokes and he quickly licks his lips before he continues. “Y/N…I love you. I have loved you from the moment I saw you. I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t care if other people think we shouldn’t be together or if other people talk shit. I love you and I will always choose you first.” Jinyoung glances down at the ring in his hand and tightens his hold on the black box. “I don’t see a life without you by my side, so, will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Park?”

Tears blur your vision, but you still nod your head up and down, “Yes! Yes, yes! A million times yes!” You cry and Jinyoung slips the ring onto your finger before your legs give out and he catches you in his lap. Your lips mold together, two perfect puzzle pieces finding each other in the moonlight. Your heart is pounding, it feels so full that it could burst and Jinyoung’s hold on you tightens. “I love you, Park Jinyoung.

“I love you soon to be Park Y/N.”

You have been tracking this man, Junior for a little over three days now and tonight you will put an end to his life. The guy seems harmless from what you’ve seen, but who knows what he’s really about? It isn’t your job to do any kind of background check on your targets, you just have to end their lives and keep it pushing. Tonight, Junior will be attending a masked gala event which you just so happen to have an invitation for. You followed Junior all the way to the gala, stopping into a shop right after him, asking about what mask the man before you purchased. You told some lie about playing a game of cat and mouse with each other; to which the seller told you Junior left with a wolf mask and he sold you the matching bunny mask. You smirked to yourself as you left the store with the mask, how fitting this was. The pretor will become the prey.

Arriving at the venue, you show the guards at the door your invitation and they let you in. The metal bunny mask sits on your face, hiding most of your identity but your sharp eyes stand out since you covered them in white and silver to give the illusion of innocence. You make your way through the ball room, making yourself small and docile as many eyes gaze upon you. You spot Junior a few feet away and when your eyes meet you quickly look away acting bashful. You turn on your heel to walk away, but there is an older man standing beside you. You can smell the cigarette smoke on his breath as he breathes down on you.

Fighting off a frown, you take a step back and the man smiles, his teeth yellow and brown from not being properly taken care of. “Little rabbit, it seems you have strayed too far on your own.” The man chuckles at his own joke and you wish you could roll your eyes. “Why don’t I keep you company, huh? Someone as pretty as you little rabbit, shouldn’t be left alone.”

“Ah, there you are dear.” You jump when a gentle hand touches your lower back. “What have I told you about running off on your own? Every man in the place has their eyes on you.” That voice…you find yourself leaning into Junior’s side and the man in front of you frowns deeply. “Thank you for keeping her company in my absence.” Junior grabs your hand and leads you away from the older man. The two of you walk in silence and you notice that Junior is leading you out back. The venue has a full garden filled with all species of flowers and trees mixed together in a winding maze covered in fairy lights.

“Where are we going?” You keep your voice light and airy making Junior freeze in his steps. You raise an eyebrow and Junior shakes his head. You allow him to lead you into the maze away from any potential witnesses and you can’t believe your luck. This guy is leading himself to his death! Men do such stupid things for a nice body and pretty face. Once you deem that the two of you are far enough away from the venue, you pull your hand free from Junior’s and he keeps walking towards a fountain. While his back is turned toward you, you pull the small gun from its holster around your upper thigh and remove your mask to see clearly. Don’t want to miss your shot. “I wouldn’t move any farther if I were you,” You call out and Junior is quick. Before you can even register what, he’s doing, there is a gun pointed at you.

You can see Junior’s hands shaking and you frown. “Awe is the big bad wolf scared of a little bunny?” You taunt and strengthen your stance as the man before you just stares at you with wide eyes. “Come on wolfie, let me see that handsome face, yeah?” You watch as his bottom lip trembles and soon you can see tears falling off his face. You click your tongue and sigh, “Jeez, you’re nothing but a wuss. What the hell did you do to piss my boss off, man?”

“W-where do you keep your ring?”

Junior’s question catches you off guard and you blink slowly as you tilt your head, “Huh?”

“The ring! Where’s the ring?” Junior’s voice is sharp as he barks his question and your blood runs cold.

A lump forms in your throat and you try to swallow, but it’s impossible to. “T-take your mask off, now!” You retighten you grip on your gun and your whole body feels like a furnace…who the fuck is Junior? You watch unblinking as Junior slowly switches his grip to hold his gun with one hand. Using his free hand, he slowly unties his mask and your whole world shatters as his mask falls to the ground. “J-Jinyoung…” His name comes out heavy, matching the weight of a million corpses as your brain tries to rationalize this new turn of events. “What -” You clear your throat and cough, trying to force words to come out.

Your vision blurs and you blink quickly, “W…” You can’t speak, yet alone form a proper thought as Jinyoung stands before you aiming a gun at your chest. Jinyoung’s eyes are pink and weepy as he openly cries, “Was it all a lie?”

Jinyoung shakes his head, “I-no. No, I couldn’t lie to you!”

You laugh bitterly at his choice of words and Jinyoung winces, “My name is Park Jinyoung. I’m a twenty-seven old male who foolishly joined a gang in my teen years. I became a spy for the FBI after my gang caught some heat for shit that we had no part of. I’ve spent the last ten years of my life trying to bring down the man that tried to destroy the only people I had ever called my family.” Jinyoung sniffles and wipes his chin with the back of his hand. “The man that tried to ruin my life is named Andrew Loft, so I made a new name for myself, and Junior caught his eyes. To prove my loyalty, he wanted me to kill an innocent family and I refused.”

“That doesn’t have shit to do with me.”

Jinyoung shakes his head. “It does…damnit Y/N, it was your family!”

Your ears a ringing. What? “M-my family died in a plan accident.”

“No,” Jinyoung fights back more tears as he tells you the truth about your family’s death. “Andrew planed it all. He hired someone to crash the plane and when you weren’t on it, he switched up and had you join his side. Please Y/N-ah…jagiya. Y-you have to believe me.”

Your face scrunches up in disbelief at Jinyoung’s words. It doesn’t make sense, why would Andrew kill your family? They had nothing to do with…you feel sick. Back then you were just starting out and you got caught up with the police…you had failed your first job that Andrew gave you. Jinyoung had to be the only person alive that knew this and that’s why Andrew wanted him dead. Tears roll down your face and Jinyoung’s heart breaks at he watches you fall apart. His life be damned he tucks his gun away and rushes to your side, snatching the gun from your hands he throws it to the side and holds you tightly in his arms as you cry.

“I found the love of my life in this sick and twisted game. She’s a bit of a loner and doesn’t say much, but she has a heart of gold and a smile that shines brighter than the sun. Her sense of humor is dark, and her laugh is the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. When she loves, she loves with every fiber of her being and it shows in how much she cares…” Jinyoung smooths his hand over the black body wave wig you’re wearing and kisses the top of your head. “I love her and if she’ll still have me, I would love to spend the rest of my life with her…however short it may be.”

You breathe in as best you can from your stuffy nose and inhale Jinyoung’s scent, the soap he used mixed with his classic Armani Acqua cologne makes you feel safe and clears your head. You let yourself melt into Jinyoung’s embrace and he tightens his hold on you. “S-show me?” You pull back from Jinyoung and stare into his eyes. “Show me how much you love me.”

Jinyoung smiles softly and cups your face in his hands before he captures you lips in a searing kiss that puts all lingering doubt in your mind to rest. “I love you; Y/N and I will put a bullet into Andrew’s skull myself for what he has done to you.”

You nod against Jinyoung’s lips and kiss him some more, “I love you, Jinyoung. I trust you.”

[marvelous-llama]

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[outro-jo]

you’re on your own, kid (pt. 1)

pairing: yang jeongin x gn reader

type: series

descriptors: enemies to lovers, soulmates, idol au

warning: reader is kind of an asshole eventually reader helps mother with undisclosed illness, time jumps, reader is supposed to be a little older than jeongin but no age is specified, i can’t think of anything else lmk shitty writing

request: yes

masterlist | info

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2016

the air was thick in the practice room with anticipation. all the trainees were on edge, practicing their routines amongst each other but you sat quietly against the wall, bopping your head to the music in your earbuds. the dance routine had become like second nature to you so you didn’t feel the need to practice once again. suddenly, a body sits next to you and you recognize the smell of the body spray almost immediately. the pink haired boy gives you a smile and throws his backpack down beside him.

“you feelin’ ready, y/n?” he asks cheerfully in his thick australian accent.

“as ready as all ever be.” you give him the best smile you can muster which widens his before he looks over his sheet music again.

you know chan’s gonna do well because he always does. he’s pdnim’s “golden boy”and you’d probably hate him if he wasn’t so damn nice. it’d be kinda like kicking a puppy to be rude to him. he’s also been there longer than you have so you almost feel bad for him, especially when he was just about to debut with got7 only to see his dream slip from his hands. but it wouldn’t be long before the godfather would let him debut, you can feel it. your only hope is that you’d debut either with him or in a group of your own.

the trainee manager claps loudly to gain the attention of the room and you pull your earbuds out. next to the man is a young kid who you assume to be a new trainee. hell of a day to be joining the group when everyone is prepping for an evaluation. you can already hear some of the girls giggling together about how adorable he is, which to be fair, he looked like a little baby so they weren’t entirely wrong. there was something off about him… you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“everyone! gather around and meet the newest addition to the jyp team!” the manager called out, making your increasing headache worse.

“great,” you think. just what you need.

as everyone takes a seat in a circle on the floor, the manager continues, “everyone, this is yang jeongin. his specialties are singing and dancing. be sure to make him feel welcome… while he’s here.” the last part was muttered under the manager’s breath. of course by now the trainee team of managers understands that the trainee system is a bit if a revolving door mixed with survival of the fittest—only the strong survive here. well, see if this kid sticks it out.

“while he won’t be participating in the evaluation today, he will go ahead and perform the piece he auditioned with.” the manager explains.

chan starts off a round of supportive applause as the groups shifts to give the new kid the floor. he takes a second to center himself, looking down to the floor and taking a deep breath before looking up. the music starts and you have to admit that he’s not terrible. definitely needs some work in his pitch and stability with his dancing but it’s not the worst you’ve seen walk through the door. however, he did pick the worst song with an absolutely pounding beat.

“hey, you good?” chan asked when he sees you wince and grab your head.

“i’m fine.” you shake him off, trying to get back in the zone for your evaluation.

new kid finishes his performance and the group offers a scattered applause with chan once again at the helm. the manager asks everyone to now step into the hall as pdnim will be coming in soon to see the evaluations and they will call the first one.

once in the hall you put your headphones back in to listen to the song a few more times before you’re called. this time it’s jisung that sits next to you, his knee frantically bouncing. after a few minutes you put your hand on it to stop and give him a glare.

“sorry, *honorific*… i’m kinda nervous.” he gave you a sheepish grin.

“you’re always nervous, jisung.” you rolled your eyes.

the group falls to a hush as the ceo of the company comes strolling down the hall, singing a new melody to himself and doing the choreography at half capacity. the intense smell of strong cologne begins to announce his arrival, making you nauseous.

“hello, everyone!” he greets the troop of anxious teenagers. “fighting!” he says in a light tone, throwing up two fists in what he perceives to be encouragement and dances into the practice room.

everyday you contemplate if debuting with this company will actually be worth it solely because of that man. on the other side of the hallway, mirroring you, changbin seems to share the same disgusted look on his face as yours, likely contemplating the same sentiment. if this wasn’t one of the big three companies in korea, you might try something else. also if you hadn’t already put in 4 years of training.

the names start to be called and one by one trembling trainees go into the practice room. while your song continues to play, you watch how they all come out, either breathing a sigh of relief or with tears staining their cheeks—more of the latter than former seems to be occurring. in between, you see chan conversing with the new kid, trying to make him feel welcome and eavesdrop a little.

he’s apparently only 15, he was born in busan, loves singing trot, and his role model is bruno mars. typical. before long, it’s just you, chan, and the kid when chan’s name is finally called. chan leaves with the promise of showing him the dorms as soon as he’s done and then it’s just you two. he gives you an awkward smile accompanied with a bow and greeting, which you reluctantly return. you wanted so badly to be anywhere but here. you weren’t exactly the most welcoming when it came to new trainees.

in the four years you’ve been here, you’ve seen too many come and go to get close and you weren’t here to make friends anyways. when you debut, you might allow yourself that luxury but for now all of the trainees are competition for your dream and you weren’t giving up.

the seconds tick by excruciatingly slow. what was he performing a whole concert in there? with chan, it really wouldn’t surprise you. with a sigh, you dug your hand through your backpack for your cell phone and flip it open.

“good luck today! -mom”

you smile at the screen as you read the encouraging message, reminding you why you’re here. a squeaky voice chimes in, suddenly ruining the moment for you.

“did your mom send you a message? my mom sent me one earlier.” the kid finally spoke up for the first time in almost 30 minutes.

you gave him a look, not moving from your slumped position over your phone and he immediately cowers at your glare. the instant power you have over him goes straight to your ego and you have to withhold a smirk. he suddenly inhales sharply and hold his head with his fingers.

“hey, do you have like a tylenol or something? this headache is killing me.” he asks.

you almost feel bad for him, but, “no, i don’t. sorry.” your tone is less than sympathetic.

“you’re a dancer? you don’t keep any kind of pain pills?” his slightly irritated tone is now pissing you off.

“you’re also a dancer. carry your own damn pills. besides, your new bestie chan should have some.” you snark back and slump back against the wall.

he scoffs but you ignore him, pretending to be busy on your phone when the door abruptly opens, sending you upright.

chan of course, is in high spirits, likely getting a glowing review from the boss man.

“you’re next, y/n. good luck!” chan’s dimples form in his cheeks as his smile grows wider.

you nod, gathering your stuff and stand. the kid looks at you through his eyelashes as you walk into the practice room. your head begins to pound again and you chalk it up to nerves, dehydration, and lack of sleep. you try to push everything from your mind except the performance you’ve studied for weeks as you stand in front of your manager and ceo.

[markliving]

MASTERLIST

That's my masterlist, some things are a little older and I don't write for them anymore, like BTS. My question is not open for now and i do not write nsfw.

All the titles will be posted, i just need translated them. And remembering, english is not my firt language.

masterpost | who do i write |

GOT7

mark tuan

one-shot

let snow - mark tuan x f!reader, friends to lovers, fluff, a little of angst |

your favorite song - mark tuan x reader, fluff |

series

til' the road and sky align - mark tuan x f!reader, stable relationship, travel, fluff, angst | ongoin

im jaebeom (jay b)

one-shot

ghost of you - jayb x f!reader, hurt/no comfort, angst | based in "ghost of you" by 5 seconds of summer

jackson wang

one-shot

my star - jackson x oc!star, fluff and happiness |

there are good witches, you know? - jackson x f!reader, magic, fantasy, fluff | 1585 words

park jinyoung

one-shot

lie to me - park jinyoung x f!reader, drama, happy ending? |

BTS

min yoongi

one-shot

better man - yoongi x f!reader, fluff | based in "better man" by 5 seconds of summer

unforgettable - yoongi x f!reader, fluff, stable relationship, travel, fluff |

Stremers/Youtubers

quackity

one-shot

corrector cursed - cc!quackity x f!reader, use of his real name, just fluff |

series

be the poet and i will be your soldier - quackity x reader, lawyers!au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | ongoing

↳ one | two | three | four | five

Harry Potter (marauders era)

sirius black

one-shot

five of september of 1978 - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/no comfort, but a happy end?? | 657 words

behind the portrait - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, stable relationship |

Top Gun: Maverick

jake seresin

one-shot

meet me in the pale moon - jake seresin x f!reader, fluff, drama |

Football

son heung-min

one-shot

strawberry - son heung-min x f!reader, just fluff |

Marvel

bucky barnes

one-shot

after you - bucky barnes x m!reader, angst, fluff, happy ending

DC

jason tood

one-shot

a kiss heals everything - jason tood x f!reader, just fluff | 1076 words

One Piece

portgas d. ace

one-shot

special day - ace x f!reader, fluff |

roronoa zoro

one-shot

reunions - roronoa zoro x f!reader, after marineford, angst, happy ending, fluff |

Jujutsu Kaisen

gojo satoru

one-shot

miss you - gojo satoru x f!reader, platonic!megumi x platonic!reader, exes to lovers, drama, fluff, a little of angst, happy ending | 2499 words

[shadowkoo]

mini requests

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Groups + Members:

BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay

NCT - Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Ten, Winwin, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, Jisung

SVT - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol

GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae

ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun

STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

Genres + AUs:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Friends with benefits

Roommates

College

Coworkers

Meet Cute

Meet Ugly

Athlete (you may specify in your request)

Exes

Idol

*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)

Prompts:

"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

"Did you see that?" "See what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

"This is why no one likes you."

"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."

"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.

Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.

A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits alone in a dingy motel room. The kitten stares at him affectionately, oblivious to the danger they both are in. Oblivious to the mess it caused.

It happened concurrently, and so quickly. The moon started getting closer and brighter in the sky, and you started hearing them in the radio static.

With a palpable fury, the demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"

They held out a hand, an echo of the melody playing from their fingertips. "The world seems to dance to your tune," they spoke, their voice a captivating blend of amusement and intrigue. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions.

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.

Free Space - send in your own prompt! Please keep it relatively short!

Disclaimers:

Not every request may be fulfilled, it is up to my discretion.

Word count may vary between requests (300 to 3k, etc.).

Unless requested otherwise, all fics will be written as female reader insert.

Please refer to the top of the original post to know whether requests are open or closed (reblogs may show something different).

Things I will NOT write: suicide, self-harm, animal abuse, underage sex, pedophilia, incest, vore, rape, non-consensual, or dubious sex.

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reverence - kim yugyeom

pairing: urban dancer yugyeom + ballet dancer female reader

genre: professional dancer au, enemies to friends to lovers, first date, fluff, smut

word count: 5.1k+

warnings: explicit sexual content, cursing

summary: after nearly a year of knowing each other, your first date with yugyeom finally arrives. epilogue to the relevé series.

rating: 18+ (mdni)

author’s note: appeasing the thirsty readers lmao. also appeasing myself. this is going to be my last contribution to this au for a while, since i'm going to be working on other projects. anyways, i hope that this is a satisfying epilogue for my dancer yugyeom stans. anyways, thank u for your support and i hope to see u for the next one <3

[library] [got7 library] [relevé series]

✧✧✧

“Where are we going?” you ask, craning your head to the side in an attempt to catch something in Yugyeom’s expression that will tell you. Instead, you’re met with his cheeky smile, eyes focused on the road ahead of him.

“You’ll know eventually,” he answers cryptically, causing your eyebrows to furrow. You’ve waited an entire week for your first official date with him and he’s withholding information already. Suspicious, you look out of the passenger side window of his car to collect clues.

But then, your mind wanders to his car.

You chew at the inside of your cheek as you remember part of his confession in the dressing room last week.

“We’re not fucking for the first time in a place like this.”

“Oh? What kind of place did you have in mind?”

“My bed. My couch. My shower. My car. A wall. My kitchen…”

You shake your head internally, squeezing your eyelids shut as if you’re trying to expel the indecent thoughts from your mind.

Date first, you scold yourself, other things later.

Right as the recollection leaves you, Yugyeom makes a right turn into the entertainment district. The street is obviously familiar; after all, you live here. Normally, this is the area that you go to for a quick bite after practice or rehearsal, due to the vast variety of bars, restaurants, and cafés.

Then, you pass a familiar sign on the street, and the one second glimpse of it quickly reminds you of its significance. A small, surprised gasp escapes your lips, and Yugyeom giggles.

“It’s ok, right?” he inquires, almost sheepish.

“Of course, it is! It’s more than alright,” you exclaim, the sound of your enthusiasm easing any nervousness that he had previously, “It’s… Actually… Really romantic, Gyeomie.”

He pulls into the parking lot as you talk, smiling to himself as he backs up. With an arm wrapped over the back of the passenger seat, he cranes his head to look out the back. Clearly, he’s absolutely elated by your positive response but your eyes catch the sight of his jaw and neck clenching instead. You swallow, eyelids fluttering as you push away the urge to pepper kisses along the angles; the need to wrap your arms around his neck and slide into his lap to make do on the plans that he so vehemently vocalized to you-

“Ready to go?” he interrupts your train of thought, and the heat on your cheeks continues to spread to the tips of your ears.

“Mmhm…” you nod, blinking hazily before turning around, reaching for the car door handle. With a satisfying click, the door opens to reveal Yugyeom’s outstretched hand. With your heart leaping out of your chest, you take his palm and breathe a sigh of relief when his fingers interlace with yours. Looking up, you smile at the familiar sight.

The restaurant that you took him to last year. The exact place that you started to fall for the tall, talented, and handsome dancer boy currently leading you towards the familiar door.

✧✧✧

It’s perfect. The closest to perfect that you’ve ever experienced, really.

He talking just as animatedly and passionate as he did that day, alternating between sips of chocolate milk and bites of a personal sized pepperoni pizza. But, it’s just that he’s your boyfriend now. It’s an admittedly incredible benefit. Even so, as you’re listening to him go on and on about a teaching mishap that he had with Bambam yesterday, you cannot believe the fantastic turn of events.

Does he know that his nose scrunches when he giggles? That the corner of his eyes crinkle and his head throws back when he laughs?

“Are you ok? You’re a little quieter than I’m used to,” he says mid-bite, cocking his head to the side at your silence.

“Mmhm. I’m just happy. And I like listening to you talk about work,” you answer, smiling to relieve any uneasiness that he might’ve had.

“Is that it? Because I’ve been wondering why you haven’t said anything about my food choices,” he quips, gesturing at the plate of food in front of him. You giggle in response, covering your mouth to prevent food from spilling out. After chewing sufficiently, you part your lips in defense but he stops you before you can say anything.

“Chocolate milk is good. Burgers are good. Spicy food is not good because it hurts,” Yugyeom defends before taking a sip out of said chocolate milk, brows furrowing cutely.

“Poor baby with his baby tastebuds,” you tease, laughing audibly when he nods in agreeance.

“Yes. I am baby,” he responds, so tonelessly that you’re a hundred percent sure that he isn’t being serious.

It makes you laugh again, only this time you can barely restrict yourself from choking on your food before you scoff, “Sure.”

✧✧✧

You two manage to stay and talk until closing. In fact, you barely noticed that the restaurant was empty until your waiter attempted to kick you both out of the restaurant as politely as possible. After quarrelling over the bill, Yugyeom paid it this time around after reminding you that you bought him a coffee yesterday. So, you reluctantly obliged.

No rock, paper, scissors game this time around. Without another word, he takes your hand and leads you out of the empty restaurant. The door opens and you’re immediately hit with the crisp and refreshing night air, biting Yugyeom’s cheeks pink with each gust. The walk in the parking lot remains relatively silent until he stops in front of his car, his hand twisting in yours until your fingers entwine with his.

“Listen,” he begins, pausing to stroke your knuckles with his thumb, “I want to invite you back to my place to hang out for a little longer, if that’s ok.”

His face is contemplative, almost concerned, as if thinks that you might be uncomfortable with the invitation.

“Please don’t feel pressured to agree because of what I said… Uhm…” he trails off, shyly peering his eyes to the side as he reminds you of last weeks filthy promise, “Anyways. If you want to leave the night as is, I will.”

A small smile seeps into your expression at the caring nature of his words. He couldn’t be more wrong, but you greatly appreciate it anyway.

“I’m more than happy to hang out with you, but isn’t Bam home? I don’t want him to-”

You stop, chewing at your bottom lip at what you’re implying. It isn’t like you don’t enjoy Bam’s company, it’s just that you’re not sure if he should be present for what you have in mind, visualizing the way that Yugyeom’s best friend might cringe at the sight of you cuddling with Yugyeom on the couch, or worse.

“Oh, Bam isn’t home. He’s at Jack’s place, actually,” he says, so nonchalant that you’re convinced that he’s unaware of the way that the revelation pushed your mind to end up in a gutter somewhere.

Alone. In an apartment.

With Yugyeom. And a bed. And a couch.

“Oh,” you make a noise before swallowing, hoping to disguise the fact that you’re pleased with that discovery.

Very pleased.

“Great!” he exclaims before grabbing the passenger door handle, opening it with a click, “After you.”

Yugyeom uses his free hand to gesture to the open door, guiding you inside with his palm. The warmth of his hand seeps into the base of your back, and the sensation prompts a chill to run up your spine. Your eyelids slip closed for a short second, focusing on the presence of his touch before he removes it, bringing you out of your daze when the car door slams shut.

✧✧✧

When Yugyeom said hang out, he really did mean hang out, and nothing more.

And it’s driving you up the wall.

After dinner, he pulled you into his empty apartment, kicked off his shoes, took your coat off, and proceeded to plop onto his couch. Not to make good on that promise from last week, but to watch a movie.

You’re not mad. The fact that you’re currently sitting between his parted legs with his arms wrapped around your waist is making you anything but mad.

You’re just… Frustrated.

Frustrated beyond belief that he’s been focused on the movie for the past hour, when all you want is to feel the heat of his palms on your bare skin; to have them wander in between your legs with his lips on the nape of your neck…

Just the thought of it has you closing your eyes in an attempt to prevent all of the indecent visions from flooding your mind. Unfortunately, he’s making it very difficult to prevent that. His chest is pressed right up against your back, and his left hand is sliding from your waist to your thigh, finishing with a slight tightening of his grip. You’re not sure if it’s subconscious or not, but you widen your thighs as a response to his touch. The movement is so minute that you’re not even sure that he’s noticed.

That is, until the hand on your thigh travels down; slowly and with increasing pressure, to the hem of your dress. His fingers start to play with the pleated fabric, tracing and teasing the skin underneath until you find it difficult to breathe properly. The audio from the tv should be enough to cover it up but all you can hear is the sound of your own laboured breaths. You’re so preoccupied in fact, that you barely notice that you’re squirming backward, right up against his crotch.

“Babe,” he breathes against the shell of your ear, right arm tightening around your waist as his left hand finally ventures underneath your dress and up your thigh. A small noise escapes you, but Yugyeom mistakes it for protest. You can sense an apology coming from him as his touch retracts, so you grab his wrist and place his hand right where you want him.

“No,” you pause to shake your head, “Don’t stop.”

Yugyeom freezes for a second, as if unsure where to begin. So, you decide to give him some direction through your hazy, very turned-on mind.

Covering the back of his fingers with your own, you guide his middle finger up your clothed slit, and he makes a low noise against your ear as a result.

“Touch me,” you plead desperately, emphasizing your need by caressing your clit with his fingers, demonstrating with a pressure and speed that you like to start with. Luckily, Yugyeom seems to have gotten the memo because in no time, you’re clawing at his thighs instead of directing his touch.

The back of your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder as he continues with his ministrations, seemingly concentrated on getting you off. The circles that he’s pressing against your clit starts to increase in speed, and you practically keen against him. Your hips are starting to twitch and your thighs are struggling to remain open. In fact, your legs snap closed with a gasp when his fingers dip under the fabric of your underwear, touching you directly.

But then, he removes his fingers and begins to tap against your clit repeatedly, teasing you.

“I hate you,” you whine toothlessly, displeased that your orgasm was taken away. He chuckles when you start to squirm against him, but the sound quickly devolves to a groan when your ass grinds against his crotch again. He’s definitely hard, and you would almost feel smug about it if you weren’t seconds away from coming.

“Are you ok with this?” he asks, and you nod before whispering with a meek yes.

Yugyeom doesn’t respond. Instead, he forces your thighs open again, digs his fingers into the muscle, and drags them across your skin, as if warning you not to do it again.

You chew your bottom lip at the thought, unsure if you should heed his warning. But then, his hand slides into your underwear again and prods against your wet core, making you disregard that initial thought. Your entire body tenses against his as he circles your entrance with a single finger. He gathers the wetness there before sliding upward, giving your now swollen clit a quick, teasing flick.

Surprised by your sensitivity, you gasp, hip thrusting up slightly to chase his touch. It’s torture, and you start to whine in protest.

“So wet…” he whispers at a volume where you just manage to catch it over the sound of the tv. The teasing lilt of his tone causes you to widen your legs further.

“Fingers,” you demand unintelligently, hoping that he’ll understand with a single word. Sentences are beyond you right now.

“So bossy,” he teases you with a playful nip on the skin of your neck. You blink, and suddenly, his fingers are no longer between your legs. Instead, he uses that same hand to hike up your dress, allowing the fabric to pool at your waist. You begin to protest but a slick sound makes its way into your ear.

It’s the sound of his tongue licking a stripe up his fingers.

Without another second wasted, his free hand pulls the lace of your underwear out of the way and the other slides two fingers into your core.

You let out pleasant hum as his fingers move gently, as if he’s trying to get a feel of what you like. He alters his pace and the angle of his fingers, carefully taking note of what elicits the most positive response from you. His experimenting continues until his fingers delve particularly deep, shifting to a spot that makes your hips twitch.

That reaction isn’t lost to him as he repeats that same action over and over and over, driving you so out of your mind that you can’t hold back the moan from bubbling out of your lips.

“God, that’s- Mmph…” your sentence trails off when the pressure becomes absolutely perfect. He’s curling his fingers so deliciously that you can’t stay still. Yugyeom has to wrap his free arm around your torso to keep you from moving too much.

“Good?” he asks, voice thick with arousal. Clearly, he’s also losing his composure. That, and the fact that he keeps groaning when your ass slides up and down his clothed length.

“More than good,” you answer breathily, gasping loudly when his free hand slides into the neckline of your dress to grasp at your breast. He gives it a brief caress before pinching your nipple, the combination of sensations causing you lose it.

One hand grapples at his wrist and the other squeezes into a fist as you practically dangle over the edge of release again, only to be denied it a second time. He removes his fingers and you’re so needy that your back arches and your entire body trembles.

“I should’ve known,” you pant, chest rising up and down with each laboured breath, “Should’ve known that your teasing would extend to sex.”

“Well, I want to savour it,” he answers with a giggle much too innocent for what he was doing to you with his fingers. Then, loosens his arm from around your waist. Not one to waste an opportunity, you twist around as fast as you can to straddle him, immediately reaching between his legs.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute,” you smile at him playfully, gripping his cock through his slacks. The teasing expression that you saw before has effectively disappeared, replaced with droopy eyelids and an agape mouth.

“You’re cute, too,” he says, smirking before giving you a deep, searing kiss. His arm wraps around you as the other hand glides up your spine to tangle into your hair, pushing your lips against his harder. The action makes you gasp in surprise, which gives him the opportunity to delve his tongue into your mouth further.

You’re now lost. Lost in the way that his hands feel on your body. Lost in the hot, throaty groans that you’re swallowing up with your kisses. Lost in the way that he seems to know exactly where to touch; to nip; to lick; to bite. He’s starting to graze his teeth over the nape of your neck as his jaw drops open, unable to focus with your hand in his pants.

“I want to make do on what you told me last week,” you confess, shaking when Yugyeom starts to suck at a sensitive spot just under your jaw.

“Yeah? What do you wanna start with?” he asks, breath hitching when you pull his cock out of his slacks. You give it a few pumps with your hand, just to see him shiver underneath you.

“Couch,” you start, initially losing your train of thought when he starts to buck into your hand, “Want to ride you. Is that ok?”

Yugyeom groans against your skin, now damp with sweat, “Yeah, that’s- Fuck yeah, that’s way more than ok.”

His enthusiasm makes a grin spread across your face, and Yugyeom melts it away by pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Wait here,” he says, and you reluctantly slide off of his lap to allow him to move.

“And don’t worry, Bam won’t be home for another three hours at least,” he adds with a wink, and you nod.

So, you wait, only having enough time to remove your underwear from your legs, your bra, and to slip the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to gather around your hips. Once Yugyeom leaves his bedroom, he throws something at you; something small, but you catch it with ease. You recognize the familiar, square foil packet, so you rip it open with your teeth. You’re so preoccupied with getting the condom out, that he surprises you with a hand on your chin.

With a gentle nudge, you look up to see him staring down at you, the most concentrated and heated that you’ve ever seen him.

“You just gonna stand there, or you gonna lay down for me?” you smile against his lips when he leans down for a kiss.

“Have I ever told you that you’re so fucking hot when you’re bossy?” he whispers hotly, right before giving you a quick peck.

“Hmm… Can’t say that you have,” you answer as you pull at the hem of his black turtleneck, prompting him to remove it. After pulling it off with a swift tug, you push him down on the couch and swing your leg over his hips, effectively straddling him. You shift, gathering the skirt of your dress up towards your waist and rest your wet folds on his length. The simple contact is enough to make you both sigh out.

“Guess that I have to make it up to you,” he promises, looking up at you with such awe, with such reverence and love that you smile down at him, trying to show in your own way that you feel the exact same fucking way.

So, without another word, you get the condom on, allow him to push his pants down as much as possible, and slide his cock inside you. The initial stretch burns a little, but it eventually blooms into pleasure when you begin to move your hips; slow and steady, reveling in the gasp that Yugyeom lets out from underneath you.

“You know how you can make it up to me?” you ask as you plant your hands on his abdomen and grind down, “Fuck me like you promised that you would.”

He chuckles playfully in response, sliding his palms up your thighs before grasping at your ass, “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

✧✧✧

There’s something about it.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re fucking in a communal space with your clothes half on; breasts hanging out of your dress, his bottoms gathered at his knees with his shirt off, but…

It’s wholly indecent. Absolutely fucking filthy, and that feeling is only intensified by the wet, slapping sounds of skin against skin, the low groans slipping out of Yugyeom’s lips, and the cries of your own pleasure. Each snap of his hips is met with your own thrusts backward, and the all-consuming assault of sensations is so… It’s so…

“Good,” you moan into the air, breath hot and sweltering against his wet lips as you lean down, “You feel so good…”

Yugyeom curses colourfully at that, confirming in your mind that he agrees with your heated statement. Doubling down, he plants his feet on the couch, wraps an arm around your waist, and bucks into you hard, causing your entire body to jolt forward in surprise. Then, he repeats the same action over and over and over until you’re so debilitated; so mindless and lightheaded that you’re forced to clutch onto the armrest for purchase.

“This what you wanted?” he asks mid-thrust, voice hoarse. His breath fans against your damp neck, temporarily cooling your warm skin.

Unable to form a sentence that would be remotely coherent, you nod vehemently, pressing your lips together in an effort to stay quiet. It only just dawned on you that you should be a little quieter, as Yugyeom lives in an apartment complex, filled with neighbours that would surely be disturbed at the ruckus you two are making.

But then, you feel his tongue slide up the curve of your neck, swirling against the skin before latching his teeth against your earlobe, nibbling gently.

“C’mon, use your words, sweetheart,” he goads you on, tightening his hold on your body as you moan at the pet name, “Tell me how good I’m being.”

Your heart flutters at that command.

Oh, you realize, he wants you to praise him.

Very well.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you abide, and Yugyeom instantly moans at that. Just the sound of it makes you move harder against him, and the pleasure spikes so rapidly that it’s nearly impossible to keep talking. But somehow, you continue by focusing on pleasuring him.

“Fucking me exactly how I want, you feel so good…” you add, trailing off when you see Yugyeom’s eyelids flutter, mouth falling open as a moan becomes stuck in his throat. He’s trying his best to maintain eye contact but you can tell that he’s on his way to completely losing it, and his thrusts are nearing a rhythm that’s rough and uneven.

But it isn’t like you’re any better. You’re equally as overwhelmed, effectively fucked out as the pleasure relentlessly winds up, curling and tightening in your core. Both of you can’t seem to acknowledge anything in your vicinity; not the sound of the television, not the hum of the refrigerator, not even the way that the lamp flickers when Yugyeom’s hand accidentally smacks against the switch. Nothing, except for the urge to touch whatever you can reach; kiss whatever you can kiss, and the culmination of it all has you keening on top of him, walls clamping around his cock to the point of madness.

“Oh, shit,” he breaks your kiss by throwing his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing when he attempts to gasp for air, “Oh, fuck…”

It seems to you that Yugyeom is completely ignoring any potential concerns about volume because he’s getting loud. Loud, loud. As if without a care for his neighbours, Yugyeom lets out deliciously rough groans, sounding delirious and needy so incredibly hot and fuck-

“Close,” you gasp, lungs equally burning for oxygen, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He nods dumbly, squeezing his eyelids shut as he trembles underneath you.

“Sweetheart,” he moans out, loosening his arm from around your body. It causes you to let out a questioning noise, but the momentary confusion is instantly eased when his hands reach up, searching for yours.

Immediately, your heart softens as he rubs his thumb against the inside of your wrist, pausing momentarily before covering your hand with his palm. He laces your fingers together and tightens his grip, desperate and almost afraid. As if you would leave him cold and empty, just as you did a couple of months ago.

He doesn’t verbalize that insecurity. However, he makes it apparent in a different way. His facial features melt into a state of pure vulnerability and his body fully surrenders to yours, actions completely set on pleasing you and ensuring that he’s worthy of you. Worthy of your time, your mind, your words, and your body. It’s as if he’s attempting to prove himself.

And what an absurd attempt it is.

Worthy? No one understands you the way that Yugyeom does. No one makes you laugh as much as he does. No one makes you feel like this, as if your entire body is suspended midair, dangling over the edge of happiness, ecstasy, delirium, and pleasure, all at once.

No one is more worthy than he is.

And with a reassuring squeeze of his hand and a hot, searing, and desperate kiss, you try your absolute best to tell him that, all without a single word.

Then, all Yugyeom has to do is fuck into you once, twice, before you shatter on top of him, hips twitching uncontrollably as the sensation of your orgasm overwhelms your senses. Your core, slick and wet and tight, flutters around his cock with such force that he comes with a throaty half-shout. The noise crawls out of the back of his throat, and he’s so loud that he feels to need to tuck his head into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your exposed skin as his jaw drops open.

Your entire body hums with pleasure as his cock twitches inside you, slowly softening as the minutes pass. He begins to press wet kisses against your neck, and you can’t help but giggle at the entire situation.

You, lounging on top of him with your breasts spilling out of the bodice of your dress, cock still inside. Him, laying on his shared couch after being thoroughly fucked by you with his pants half off.

“I can’t believe that we had sex on my couch,” he gasps, slapping his palm against his eyes in disbelief. You laugh in response, placing strategic pecks all over his face to get him to remove his hand. Luckily, it seems to work because his eyes start to peek through the gaps of his fingers, twinkling with humour and mischief.

“Don’t tell Bam,” you remind with a smile, shifting on top of him until his slips out of you.

“I won’t tell him if you won’t tell him,” he replies, lifting up on his forearms to give you another kiss. While the urgency is gone, his lips still move with such sweet, earnest passion that your spine tingles.

“How about a shower?” he asks against your lips, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

“Only if we’re having one together,” you grin, elated when he nods in agreeance.

However, his nod is laced with a certain level of mischievousness that makes you suspicious. So suspicious in fact, that you're sure that the shower that he has in mind will be especially long.

✧✧✧

Sex in the shower was not a good idea.

Sure, it started off great. His lips against your neck, his hands finally roving all over your naked body, unhindered by the fabric of your dress. You got to marvel at all of the tattoos that decorate his body, especially appreciating the gigantic wings that sprawl across his back.

But you two got a little too enthusiastic. Perhaps it was because you two wanted to make up for lost time but the second that two shampoo bottles fell from the shower rack and hit your head, he decided to stop.

It’s ok though, because the highly spirited activities continued on his bed, after the shower.

Thank God that Bambam wasn’t home.

“Sweetheart?” Yugyeom says, interrupting your train of thought. You were absentmindedly tracing the lines of his constellation tattoo as he sat beside you, phone in hand as he scrolled through social media. He nudges you with his elbow before continuing, “Can I ask you a question?”

You nod wordlessly, leaning against his shoulder as your back sinks in his upright pillow, allowing you both to rest against the headboard.

“When did you know?” he starts, voice soft. Your brow furrows at the unspecific question, tilting your head to face him. You’re instantly met with the sight of him; hair fluffy and dishevelled and as handsome as ever. Before you can speak, his eyes already staring back at you, tender and curious.

“Know what?” you answer, shifting closer to him.

“Know that you loved me,” he replies, cheeks dusting a pale pink. Restless and antsy, his fingers search for yours underneath his comforter.

“I’m not sure,” you start, pausing when you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, “It wasn’t really a single moment. Just a lot of moments mixed together.”

You reminisce on your practices together, and how they evolved from a shitty meeting to an exchange of simple advice to simple favours to full-on concern and care. The moments that you two spent together felt intimate, more nuanced than simple friendship, and that single evolution made your heart fall for him faster than you ever anticipated.

"You just had to be so annoyingly sweet that I allowed you to worm your way into my life forever," you joke, and a cute giggle escapes him.

"Don't you worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stick by you and be as sweet and annoying as possible. That's a promise," Yugyeom grins in response, squeezing his grip on your hands. Then, he captures your gaze, pupils slightly illuminated by the single, dim lamp that rests on the nightstand beside you.

“By the way, for me, it was when you asked me to play rock paper scissor for the bill,” he admits before leaning in, pressing an achingly sweet kiss on your temple.

A quiet gasp slips from your lips at his admission, "You remember that?"

"Of course. It's where I fell in love with you. And now, it's where we had our first official date," he revels at your speechlessness, taking the chance to place a soft kiss on your temple. Once he pulls away, he's met with your eyes widened in surprise, aching with soft affection.

“My boyfriend is such a little romantic,” you whisper, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his. You find the admission so endearing that your head dips underneath his chin, kissing those cute moles that you’ve been wanting to kiss for forever.

"I guess I have to change your name on my phone now. Not sure if asshole is the most accurate description for you anymore."

“Say that again,” he requests, completely ignoring the latter portion of what you said. You make a questioning noise, so he adds in a voice a little breather than usual, “Say that I’m your boyfriend again.”

A grin spreads across your face, “You, Kim Yugyeom, are my asshole boyfriend.”

“You know what? I’ll take that,” he says, and you laugh even more, giggling through the kisses that you’re sharing with him in his bed.

And you like the sound of it too.

Kim Yugyeom. Your boyfriend.

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[pt. 6] ⤎ [relevé series]

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[haitaniplug]

CLASS PROJECT CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

summary - you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.

tags - enemies to friends to lovers , angst , crack , college au, eventual smut , fluff.

status - ongoing

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"I'm going to school," you spoke out as you walked past the kitchen, putting your school shoes on by the shoe rack near the front door.

"Wait—," your father called out from the kitchen, waving his hand as a gesture for you to come sit down next to him. You groaned before stubbornly making your way towards him.

Yes you were still mad at him. Who in their right might wouldn't be mad at him?

Once you entered the kitchen, you set your bag down on the table, and faced him. "Yes?"

Your father flinched from the serious tone you gave him. He missed it when you were his sweet little girl- one that ran all the way down the stairs the second you heard the front door open. The one that hugged him and wished him goodnight everyday.

You and him have barely said more than 5 words to each other since you found out the truth and it's been eating him inside. "How are you today?" He asked and you shrugged, "Fine? I don't know."

The kitchen was silent, the only noises were the sounds of the eggs in the frying pan as your mother cooked. You were also mad at her. The tension in the house had been so thick ever since the incident. The relationship with your so called mother had changed. Especially the fact they hid such a dirty secret from you, and also lied to you about their jobs.

You felt betrayed. You also felt like your entire life was a lie. The money your parents had been giving you as allowance was actually yakuza money. Not to mention, your biological mother was off somewhere living her life, whilst you were stuck here. You just felt mad at everything and everyone. Excluding Rindou.

He helped you through everything, texting you late at nights when you couldn't sleep. Holding you so tightly whenever you both met up and reassuring you that everything would be okay and he's never going to leave your side.

Just thinking about him has a small smile growing on your face at the kitchen table. Your father's eyes widened when he saw your smile, thinking it was for him. You noticed the look of happiness in his eyes and quickly shut it down, "I'm not smiling for you." Your eyes narrowed as you spoke.

"I'm going to be late for school. Bye." You stood up from the table and exited as fast as the conversation at the table ended. Your father sighed in defeat before turning to your mother, "I don't think she'll ever forgive us."

"I don't blame her. It was a pretty heavy thing to find out, especially this far into her life." Your mother spoke as she brought the frying pan to your father, dropping the eggs onto the plate. "18 years, finding out something as heavy as that."

Hearing this your father placed both hands on his temples, clearly stressed out. Your mother sat down next to him, rubbing his arms, "give her time— she can't hold a grudge forever."

Oh yes you can. You listened to the conversation from outside the kitchen door. You'll show them. You don't need them.

You slammed the front door shut, adjusting your school bag on your back as you walked down the street to school. Before turning the corner to where your school was, you contemplated whether you should go or not.

You really weren't in the mood after this morning. That awkward kitchen talk just pissed you off. You looked behind you, contemplating whether you should walk over to Rindou's house instead.

School or Rindou?

School or Rin-

Before you could even finish your sentence in your head your heels already turned the opposite way, heading straight for his house. Right now, he was probably the only one that could calm you down.

Another 5 minute walk, you arrived at his front door. Motorcycle parked out front meant that either he was home, or it was Ran home. You said fuck it and knocked on his front door, waiting for someone to open.

Ran opened the door after a few minutes, his eyes droopy as if he just woke up. His normally tidy hair sectioned into braids now unbraided. flowing past his shoulders as his baby hairs stuck up as if they had been affected by static electricity. "What are you doing here?" He asked, voice deep as if those were the first words he uttered his morning.

"Sorry if I woke you" you apologised quickly, "Is Rin home?" Ran nodded and stepped out of the way, allowing you entrance. You sent him a small smile before removing your shoes and heading straight up to Rin's room. "Rin? It's me, can I come in?" You asked as you knocked on the door.

Rindou muttered a yes and you opened the door shutting it behind you. Rindou was stood infront of his mirror combing his hair. You snickered as you watching him struggle. "Let me help you, come." You grabbed his hand and sat down on his bed. Rindou sat on the floor between your legs as you started to comb his hair. "What style today?"

"Don't care, do whatever you want." He shrugged and you nodded, gathering all his freshly combed hair into a small bun. "You look so cute." You cupped his cheeks and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "Shut up," he muttered, but you could feel his ears heating up at the compliment.

"My father spoke to me today," you said as you slid off his bed to sit on the floor next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Rindou hummed as encouragement for you to keep on talking. "My mother told me I'll get over my grudge. But it's not just a grudge y'know, like this is fuckin' serious. They probably think I'm overreacting about everything but they don't understand how I feel. Everything is so annoying honestly and I can't stand to be around anyone that isn't you." You looked up at him, "I'm so grateful for you Rin. Like really."

The smile you sent him made Rindou's face flush. "Come here." He patted his lap and you sat up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pulled you up and into his lap, embracing you in a long hug. "I'm so grateful for you too." He whispered in your ear and you only hugged him tighter.

"Don't wanna go school today." you spoke out after a moments silence, pulling away from the hug. "Don't feel like it."

"Wanna skip?" He asked and you nodded, "yea."

"Alright, I'll take you wherever you wanna go. Name it." Rindou lifted you off his lap and onto the floor, standing up , he adjusted his clothes. "Do you have plans for today?" You asked him and he nodded, "I gotta meet up with Mikey and the others today, not sure what for though."

"Can I come?" You asked as you looked up, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah sure," he grabbed your hand, "I'll tell Ran,"

***

"Where's [Y/N]?" Akira grabbed onto Aya's sleeve as she walked. She turned back to face him, shrugging , "I don't know, she wasn't answering my texts."

"It's been like 4 days, since I last seen her in school. Is she okay?"

Aya shrugged again, "for the 10th time, I don't know. She wasn't texting me all week."

Akira watched as Aya pushed his arm off her and started to walk towards the cafeteria.

I really hope you're okay [Y/N]. Akira thought as he walked the other way towards his classroom.

so tempting to make this a sad ending 🫣

anyways sorry this chapter was so delayed, i lost the document where i planned out the story😞 so sorry if it seems a bit off all of a sudden, i’ve been writing off of memory right now until i find my document.

[justwritedreams]

Do you have a wish list

Of imagines that I want to write? I do! I hope that was the question lol Here's my list:

Idol!Mark x Cop!Reader Mark is pursued by a sasaeng and the reader is assigned to handle the case but she ends up getting too involved with him.

StreetRacer!Jeno x Reader Jeno is the new bad boy in town and the reader's boyfriend's main enemy and she tries to resist the urge to get close to Jeno. Dancer!Haechan x Dancer!Reader Initially as dancers for enemy groups, Haechan and the reader end up becoming partners when she leaves her own group after her ex-boyfriend scandals. Prince!Mark x Reader The story of Prince Mark I mentioned in Kings. He has to hide from enemies of the royal family after they invade and take possession of his kingdom, participating in a royal protection program, he will become a normal guy. Jaehyun x Reader, mafia au! An imagine of got7's yugyeom that I decided to rewrite with Jaehyun. Trapped in the mafia world, Jaehyun reappears in the reader's life at a time when she needed a light. Vampire!Jeno x Hunter!Reader The good old troop of enemies to lovers. Jeno will suddenly be part of an institution of vampire hunters and partner with the reader, who, without knowing why a vampire will help her, tries to keep as far away from him as possible. Youngjae x Reader Based on the movie The Day After Tomorrow. Best friends forever and secretly in love, Youngjae and the reader will have to fight to survive a natural disaster.

I have other ideas in mind but these are the ones I most want to write about.

[cui-nisi]

🫧welcome to the library!🫧

19 year old, black/African American, she/her

Affiliate/member of: @thebtswritersclub

Groups I <3: BTS (so surprising), TXT, NCT, GOT7, TWICE, NewJeans

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•BTS parings/ships!

•BTS x reader (black reader usually)

•some miscellaneous ffs of other fandoms I like

+bonus! I cross-post on ao3 so you can find me on there under the same username!

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bts and such

-Short and Sweet (one-shot)

•Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

•Genre: smut, college au

•Summary: You and Yoongi have been fuck buddies for a while now, but it seems like Yoongi might want more.

•Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), cursing, drinking, pet names (‘love’), slight toxicity

• 📔 read here! 📔•

- You’re 22 (one-shot)

•Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Black Reader

•Genre: strangers to lovers, one-night stand, hook-up, club au, smut

•Summary: You find yourself dancing with an attractive stranger at the club…

•Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex (wear protection!)

• 📔 read here! 📔 •

- All Mine (one-shot)

•Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Black Reader

•Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, enemies-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: With Kim Seokjin being the student body President your purely sexual relationship with him has to be on the DL, but what happens when it becomes more than sexual?

•Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. Receiving), arguing, dirty talk, pet names

• 📔 read here 📔 •

miscellaneous & such

-New Recruit (one-shot)

•Pairing: Miguel O'Hara Spider-Man ATSV x Reader

•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: You’re the newest prospect for recruitment at Spider Society. Unfortunately for you, Miguel’s not a fan of your attitude and decides to put you in your place.

•Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), finishing inside, dom. Miguel, power dynamics (both are consenting though!), pet names ('good girl'), mild cursing

•📔 read here! 📔•

-Morning Distractions (one-shot)

•Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader

•Genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff

•Summary: Leon only has 15 minutes before he has to leave for work but he’s determined to please you before he goes.

•Warnings: Top Leon, quickie, unprotected sex (use protection!), comfort sex, fingering (fem. receiving), pet names (‘baby’), penetration

•📔 read here! 📔•

-Lavender and Cinnamon (one-shot)

•Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Reader

•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers, workplace

•Summary: You work at a high-end spa called Exotic Luxuries where you’re assigned to take care of the alluring and mysterious Leon S. Kennedy. But late-night sessions can lead to more than just a regular massage…

•Warnings: slight cursing, no protection (use protecting!), workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, pet names (‘good girl’), dom. Leon, praise kink, slight nipple play

•📔 read here! 📔•

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[peachenle]

peachenle's written works masterlist

(last updated: 25 january, 2023)

my carrd.

upcoming works

thank you for checking out my work!

KEY

♡ fluff | ✧ angst | ♪ drabble | ✽ personal favorite | M mature

ENHYPEN

↬ aesthetics  ♡ ♪ ✽ (0.5k)

feelings and other things associated with enhypen 

↬ as frat boys ♪ (1k)

the older enhypen boys as typical frat bros, with glimpses of them in all their party glory.

heeseung

↬ playful delicacies - established relationship, college!au ♡ (4.1k)

a collection of moments with heeseung, shared over meals and snacks. a riff off of timestamps.

jay

↬ (upcoming) zero in - college!au, baseball player!au, “enemies” to lovers

sunghoon

↬ captain's log - college!au, fratboy!au ✽ ♡ M (8.7k)

“If you’re trying to be subtle about checking me out, it’s really not working.” You were too drunk to care, and met his eyes, “Yeah, yeah you caught me. Life’s more fun without subtlety.”

↬ down the hatch - college!au, established relationship  ♡ (5k)

a collection of moments with sunghoon, shared over meals and snacks and drinks. a riff off of timestamps. a continuation of captain’s log.

GOT7

↬ aesthetics  ♡ ♪ (0.7k)

feelings and other things associated with got7 

NCT

↬ aesthetics  ♡ ♪ ✽ (1.2k)

feelings and other things associated with nct2018

jaehyun

↬ above the fluttering stratosphere - astronaut!au ♪ ✽ (1.3k)

Jaehyun solo. A moment so empowering and incredible was one worth waiting a lifetime for, and its uninvited guests of other emotions were just as breathtaking.

winwin

↬ quiet delicacies - boyfriend!au ♡ (2.3k)

a collection of moments with winwin, shared over meals and snacks.

(All work is fictional and is not meant to be representative of the people involved. It's for fun and a creative outlet!)

[gibbysupremeacyisreal]

BTS:

bts as your boyfriend! (here)

bts secret kinks! (coming soon...)

stray kids:

stray kids as your boyfriend! (here)

stray kids secret kinks! (here)

lee know nsfw drabble (here)

bang chan social media au (not completed!!) (here)

seungmin nsfw oneshot ( more then friends)

Chan enemies to lovers one shot. nsfw (daily dose of socialization.)

minho roomates-> lovers (wanna be yours. ) 2.6k words, nsfw

han brain rot (here)

exo:

nothing yet...

ateez:

nothing yet...

txt:

txt as your boyfriend! ( here )

txt secret kinks! ( here )

twice:

nothing yet...

mamamoo:

nothing yet...

got7:

nothing yet...

blackpink:

blackpink as your girlfriend! ( here )

enyphen:

enhyphen as your boyfriend!( here )

itzy:

itzy as your girlfriend! (coming soon...)

seventeen

woozi smau "oblivious~"

seventeen reaction to your period (smau) HYUNG LINE ; MAKNAE LINE

seventeen as your boyfriend (coming soon)

seventeen boyfriend texts (coming soon)

seventeen changing their contact in your phone (coming soon)

Semester of love; Part 1. Wonwoo.

[chowyunnafat]

Le Grand Bleu Summary + Info 💙

le grand bleu (summary + info) 💙

Summary: Jannine is a house sitter for a nameless individual who’s often away, abroad. One day, while looking for a flashlight, she finds a stack of letters addressed to an individual named “Sifa” from a guy named “Kunpimook”. The more she reads the letters, the more affection she feels towards the sender. Once she meets the house owner and is relieved of her house-sitting duties, she goes in search of “Kunpimook”, and sees whether or not he really left the land of the living.

alt. title: everyday is like friday

thuk wan k hemuxn wan sukr

ทุกวันก็เหมือนวันศุกร์

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16 | part 17 | part 18 | part 19 | part 20

Pairing: BamBam (GOT7) x Ploychompoo (Jannine Weigel)

Genre: Series | enemies to lovers au | angst | fluff

Warnings: depression, self-loathing, angst, enemies to lovers, toxic friendship, mind games, bullying, choppy thai romanization, and implications that come with severe depression.

Heyo! I'm the type of individual that likes to make fetch happen like Gretchen Wieners. So, since Ploychompoo never answered my questions during her q & a on Facebook and instagram live (which I'm still a little salty about), I came up with this story. If I'm being honest here, I'm kinda writing this as though I'm trying to pitch a Lakorn. 555555.

Yet, to make it clear: I don't ship her and BamBam hoping they'll be dating in the future because that isn't really possible to me. I ship them on the basis of a future music collab happening in the future. I used to think if BamBam had Thailand, she had Indonesia. But...that can't be because she's having problems with her former record label down there. So...yeah. Maybe she'll become the "Princess of T-Pop" if we wanna go ahead and give honorifics too soon. If that's the case, I give BamBam the "King of Fanservice" or "Mr. Fanservice" honorific.

But I'm truly hoping that I can post more #BamChompoo fanfiction in the future. I have two fics already up on asianfanfics.com.

[zkdlliinrecs]

rec guide

by group/characters:

SEVENTEEN: MATURE, NON MATURE

jeonghan, cheol, joshua, seokmin, hansol, wonwoo, mingyu, seungkwan, soonyoung, jihoon, chan, jun, minghao

NCT DREAM: MATURE, NON MATURE

jeno, mark, donghyuck, jaemin, jisung, renjun, chenle

ATEEZ: MATURE, NON MATURE

seonghwa, hongjoong, mingi, wooyoung, san, jongho, yunho, yeosang

GOT7: MATURE, NON MATURE

jaebeom, mark, jackson, jinyoung, youngjae, bam, yugyeom

ENHYPEN: MATURE, NON MATURE

jay, heeseung, niki, sunghoon, jake, jungwon, sunoo,

ANIME: MATURE, NON MATURE

by trope/au:

FRIENDS TO LOVERS: MATURE, NON MATURE

BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS: MATURE, NON MATURE

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP: MATURE, NON MATURE

ENEMIES TO LOVERS: MATURE, NON MATURE COWORKERS TO LOVERS: MATURE, NON MATURE STRANGERS TO LOVERS: MATURE, NON MATURE ROOM-MATES TO LOVERS: MATURE, NON MATURE BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND AU: MATURE, NON MATURE CHEATING AU: MATURE, NON MATURE FAKE DATING AU: MATURE, NON MATURE

[callmedanquixote]

❥ N A V I G A T I O N

❥ Hello! You can call me DanOh

❥ She / her | 26 | Spanish & English | Ace

❥ INFJ | Sagittarius 🏹 | Wiccan

❥ Who I stan?

SEVENTEEN, WAYV, SUPER JUNIOR, THE BOYZ, DPR, GOT7, SF9, MONSTA X, EXO, NU'EST, ATEEZ, NCT.

Maybe I don't write specifically about all those groups but you can find the members as characters in some of my fics.

❥ I'm a slooow writer because I have a work that leaves me drain a lot during weekdays and I also struggle with bipolar disorder on a daily basis so I ask for your patience pls 🙏💖

❥ I will finish all my current and future works. I'm kinda slow cause I write in spanish first and then in english. And sometimes when I don't feel like it's a perfect work I tend to rewrite it a couple more times.

❥ So, yeah. This blog is basically made for me to write all the shitty cliché stuff that I love with the people I like. If you like the stories I write, thank u so much. I hope I can give you a little time of entertainment. 🌸

Masterlist

Last work: Blooming even in the shadows - Chapter 2

Currently working in:

✧ A reverse harem with magic, royalty and our beautiful 96 line (Wonwoo, Kun, Doyoung, Changkyun and Sangyeon) - Completing plot ideas

✧ A creepy(?), sick and questionable story in a mental facility with DPR Ian, Wonwoo and Mingyu. - Writing. Maybe (I really hope so) out in november.

✧ A super cliché college au, friends to lovers, with the beautiful Editor in Chief of the newspaper Doyoung. - Making a list of situations for the plot

✧ A marriage of convenience au, with a lot of juicy drama with Kun and Doyoung. - Rewriting ideas to complete the plot so I can rewrite the chapters I already had.

✧ Rich people, chaebol life, kinda enemies to lovers, with Wonwoo, Mingyu and Jun. - Completing (rewriting) plot ideas.

✧ Soulmate au, lots of drama, angsty but I only write happy endings so don't worry too much, with Kun. - Finding time to write this story. I have the complete sketch but I need to give it shape.

✧ Blooming even in the shadows: My Hogwarts/The Boyz series that I absolutely will finish one day hehe. I just need to catch up with my old chapters and with my plot ideas so I can continue the story well. And I'm trying to reduce the chapters so I'll finish it faster.

[tinystarstay]

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jay or star! | 20 years old [12//07] | pronouns: she//her [doesn't mind they//them] | unlabled, demisexual [questioning pansexual and demiromantic] | latina [ecuadorian dominican]

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ fun facts:

infj-t | saggitarius [sun], capricorn [moon] and capricorn [rising] | a gryffindor!! hopless romantic hidden under an anti-romantic | night owl vibes!! favorite trope: enemies to lovers is a visual arts major hoping to be an illustration major with a minor in computer science

˚ · .˚ · . ˚ · . 🩵🧸☁️ likes: collecting things, gothic literature, reading, writing, drawing, ink, pens, notebooks, sketchbooks, kpop, coffee [iced and hot], tea [iced and hot], books, cafes, disney movies, gore, horror [movies, literature, etc.], enemies to loves [my beloved, yes it has to be mentioned twice], dsmp, twitch, vtubers, most music, frogs, bears, raccoons, mice, horses, silver, jewlery, summer, kdramas [trying to get into more], true crime, soulmates, college aus, anime, oversized hoodies, comfy clothes, strawberries, sweets, blueberries, watermelons, chocolate, morally grey characters, [my beloveds &lt;3], villains [marry me please~], bats, snakes, spiders

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ dislikes: the cold, sitting still, sleeping early [hate the process of falling asleep], napping, not being productive, waking up early [i am not a morning person-]

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ music i listen to:

kpop: bts, stray kids, ateez, enhypen, nct, txt, seventeen, e'last, onlyoneof, the rose, golden child, big bang, monsta x, got7, block b, pentagon, e'dawn, wonho, dpr ian [still don't know if he's kpop-], p1harmony, xdinary heroes, victon, exo, many many more... jrock: unite, aicle, the gazette, pentagon, mejibray, lycaon//initial l, codomo dragon, born, razor broadway: hamilton, six, heathers, dear evan hansen, wicked, in the heights, sweeny todd, hadestown, beetlejuice other: glass animals, lovejoy, black veil brides, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, imagine, dragons, korn, nine inch nails, mother mother, maneskin, sub urban, glaive, vocaloid i listen to wayyyy too much music, i swear this isn't all of it- saw wicked in: 2019 [hs sophmore], beetlejuice on: december 2019 [hs junior], stray kids on: 6.29.22, ateez on: 11.28.22, taylor swift on: 5.14.23

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ streamers//youtubers i like:

wilbur soot, tubbo, ranboolive, tommyinnit, karl jacobs, georgenotfound, dreamwastaken, most of the dsmp members, markiplier, jacksepticeye, mysta rias, vox akuma, ike eveland, most of the nijisanji vtubers, gura gawr, hakos baelz, most hololive//holostars vtubers

˚ · .˚ · . ˚ · . 🩵🧸☁️ games i like:

resident evil series, omori, twisted wonderland, obey me!, a3!, mystic messenger, uta no prince sama, the arcana, colorful stage, rhythm hive, bts world, dark wood, minecraft

˚ · .˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ books i like:

love & gelato, caraval series, 6 of crows, shadow & bone series, scythe series, red queen, night vale books [the podcast is so amazing], gallant, and so many more books...i have like a tub full of them-

˚ · .🩵🧸☁️ anime i like:

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Date and Time: June 10th 2023, 7:35 PM EST

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vermillion pt. 3 (astriction) - lim jaebeom

pairing: human prince jaebeom + vampire princess female reader

genre: fluff, angst, forbidden love (kinda?), arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, vampire, royalty, fantasy au

word count: 8.3k+

warnings: cursing, mentions of war, depictions of violence, suggestive sexual content

summary: in an effort to end centuries of war, you agree to a political marriage with the enemy. you never considered that your circumstances could allow you to indulge in matters of the heart. that is, until your intended pushes past your boundaries, tempting you with intelligent banter and salacious, midnight promises.

rating: 18+ (mdni)

author’s note: there's a convo here that is inspired by shadow and bone s1 and bridgerton s2! also hope that u guys spot the midnight promise in this part hehe (it's one of my fav scenes that i've ever written!).

[library] [got7 library] [vermillion series]

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astriction (əˈstrikshən) - the act of binding.

✧✧✧

Negotiations are going well, apparently, and the notion has never been more frustrating. You would normally relish smooth political agreements. In fact, you’ve been responsible for the majority of them since your father first allowed you to sit on his council.

This time, however, you are not responsible. You’re now left in the dark concerning your country’s affairs. You know next to nothing about what’s been discussed in the past couple of council meetings. There’s only so much that Suho can divulge without alerting your uncle; after all, that wretched man has eyes everywhere.

You have no one to blame but yourself for this misfortune; allowing yourself to unravel at the hands of a stubborn human prince. So you’ve had to take matters into your own hands.

And you’re anything if not resourceful.

You’ve been sneaking into the archives in the library to read up on all the reports that you’ve managed to get your hands on. At least, that was the plan, until His Royal Highness decided to poke his nose where it doesn’t belong.

The human prince is much more stubborn than you initially gave him credit for, and it’s absolutely infuriating because it seems that for the last week, his presence has become incessant. Constant. Never-ending.

Even when you’re teaching a magic class, or taking a stroll around your father’s gardens, he’s still there, just at the edge of where you can sense his aura, lingering in the corner of your eye like a buzzing insect; slightly irritating upon first sight, but gradually increasing in irritation as its appearance continues.

You attempt to ignore him but your efforts prove futile when he locks eyes with you, as always. The location doesn't matter; he always, always, seems to possess the incredibly annoying skill of finding you. Maybe it’s an accident, but you become distracted within that short second of eye contact anyway. He’s always focused and concentrated, irises dark and glaringly beautiful… It only serves to remind you of the way that he stared at you in that hallway last week.

He’s managed to make your life and responsibilities as Princess Regent decidedly more difficult than it has to be. He’s constantly in your way, stubborn and unyielding but, just the thought of his warm thumb caressing the cool, sensitive skin of your wrist makes your chest clench and your spine arch.

It’s deplorable, truly; the relentless, unforgiving pull that you have towards him.

What you wouldn’t give to escape it.

✧✧✧

Jaebeom is normally quite comfortable with silence. In fact, it’s preferable. For him, nothing is better than tranquil, subdued quiet, especially in combination with the outdoors and a good book.

But at this moment, silence is his absolute worst enemy.

He’s on one of the obligatory, routine, and patronizing walks with you around the palace, and you haven’t said a single word to him since the events of last week. To make matters worse, the rest of his inner circle will be arriving within the evening. 

In a brief moment of distraction, his eyes trail towards the expansive window on his right, extending down the brightly lit hallway. It gives him a distant view of the human party marching towards the vampire capital, the Lim family sigil; a sun pierced by a golden arrow in a field of vermillion, strikingly contrasts the surrounding white snow. Half of him is relieved to have humans around for the first time in months, but the other half is undeniably anxious when the memories of the journey come flashing back. 

It was arduous and rough at the best of times, all because of the harsh climate, cold weather conditions, and eternal night. You would never be able to tell the time of day here, and it’s a far cry from the temperate warmth of the south. While his inner circle is accustomed to less-than-ideal travelling conditions, he’s sure that the pompous, silver spoon royals from that marching party would complain about it. 

Jaebeom nearly wants to pull his own hair out at the stress of it all. He has to defend his people in enemy territory and deal with maintaining a somewhat favourable relationship with his betrothed.

Unfortunately, it’s safe to say that he isn’t doing a very good job at the latter.

Jaebeom is stubborn and enduring, but for some reason, your impenetrable wordlessness chips at his restraint. Every single passing second without a word almost makes him want to scream in frustration. He doesn’t know if he wants to scream at the universe for placing him here, or his father for making him marry you, or you for your unrelenting stubbornness, or himself for being so incredibly attracted to that aspect of your personality, but he just wants to scream.

“You’re upset with me,” he grits out, desperately forcing his urges down. His tone causes you to freeze mid-walk. The muscles in your back visibly tense through the sheer mesh of your dress, and he squeezes his fists even harder at the sight.

“I am not upset,” you answer, and the feigned calmness of your expression makes his blood run hot.

“Tell me what is upsetting you,” he pushes, attempting to decipher if those are the correct words to use. After all, he’s supposed to seduce you in a sense, and he’s been doing a pretty piss poor job at it. But judging by the way that your right eye twitches, those were not the correct words to use.

He should’ve known; you do not take commands from him. Or anyone, really.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop giving me orders?” you answer, your expression starting to become familiar to him again.

He can’t help but allow the corner of his lip to quirk upwards. There we go.

Fiery. Defiant. Confidence that would be confused with arrogance if not for what he’s observed over the last couple of weeks.

“Stop trying to fix something that isn’t there. It is none of your concern,” you add before resuming your walk. His nostrils flare and his jaw tightens, but he forces it down.

“You are my concern because you are my wife-”

“I am not your wife,” you correct viciously, “We are not married.”

Jaebeom re-evaluates, realizing at the moment that reminding you of your attachment to him is a decidedly horrible idea.

“Well, something is bothering you. I apologize if my concern offended you,” he amends, hoping that the added apology will give him something; anything to put him in your good graces.

Instead, you sigh in exasperation and give him the same, monotonous answer that is so far from the truth that it makes every single polite vein in his body to disappear.

He saw you in that room, magic flaring out in spontaneous bursts as you nearly strangled a councilman to a second death. He saw you in that dimly lit hallway, exposed and bare and terrified. He saw you sneak around your own castle as if you’re the stranger, as he is not. Something is definitely amiss and if he has to poke and prod for you to give him the information that he wants, he’ll do it.

“You’re such a shit liar, you know that?”

You stop again. This time, your entire body whips around, eyes narrowing.

“I beg your pardon?” you seethe, stomping over to him with your fists clenching at your sides.

That’s it, he thinks, pleased that you gave him a genuine reaction for the first time in weeks. Anger and frustration make people slip up, and he’s convinced that you are not the exception.

“You,” he challenges with a cock of his head, purposefully asserting himself in your presence, “Are a shit. Fucking. Liar.”

Your jaw clenches at that, nostrils flaring with your brows furrowing deeper than before. If he really pays attention, he’s able to catch that little spark that you get in your eyes when you’re particularly vexed. It’s a sight that he’s accustomed to by now (whether that fact is positive or not, he has no idea.).

Then, just as his gaze drifts away from your eyes, your lips part. Surely, it’s to tell him off. To curse at him. Or, if he’s lucky, you’ll break and tell him exactly what’s been going on.

However, you surprise him by abiding by none of those predictions.

It’s as if whatever you were going to say is now caught in your throat.

It confuses him for a moment, but he catches the sight of his brother speaking to your uncle from the corner of his eye. The two of them are just down the hall; you must’ve sensed them as you explained the other evening. Youngjae is facing away from the balcony, but your uncle is facing it, staring at you both with a leering eye. 

To an outside spectator, nothing about it would be amiss but it’s in the way that you step closer to him, as if to conceal yourself from your uncle’s gaze. That action is uncharacteristic to the woman that he’s come to know as of late, and the contrast has him concerned. Then, he recalls the comments that the King made at one of the previous meetings about you, and it’s starting to make some sense.

He begins to wonder if the relationships within the Styrian royal family are strained because it seems to him that there’s something that’s hidden behind closed doors. That instability could prove to be a vital striking point if his father wants to crumble the Styrian royals from the inside. However, that possibility sinks to the back of his mind when your discomfort becomes glaringly apparent, based on your stiff posture, tightened jaw, and fidgeting fingers.

Remembering his father’s words, he steps into your uncle’s line of vision, meeting your eyes as a consequence. The moment that it happens, you’re brought out of whatever trance that he initially saw.

“Your Highness?” you question, oblivious to his inner turmoil. It seems to him that you’re expecting another insult to be thrown your way but instead, he increases the pace of his steps, tugging you along the length of the hallway and away from your uncle’s invading eyes.

Unaware of his true intentions, you tease him, “What? Run out of insults to give me?”

Jaebeom doesn’t reply. Instead, he ignores your moderately confused face and presses his palm against the base of your back. His face is blank, wordlessly urging you to not look back as his pace hastens.

He wants so badly to seem unaffected, but his brain is not communicating with the rest of him. He’s affected to the degree that his mind continues to battle with his father’s words. He wants to conceal the sudden protectiveness that he has over you, but concern starts to bleed through his stoic façade. You fail to take note, however.

Or, do you?

Perhaps, he is imagining the softening eyes that contrast your icy and distant expression.

The realization, however, comes too late. Before he’s able to give any words of acknowledgement, you pull away from him, as if his touch is a trigger.

“Please take your accusations elsewhere. If you’ll excuse me,” you say over your shoulder, your cordial tone unable to tame the flames that seem to dance behind your eyes.

He should reach out. Ask for more time with you. The lingering sensation of your cool touch against his warm skin does nothing but exacerbate the compulsion. But instead, his attention is caught by a man that he never intends to speak to.

“May I have a word with you, Your Highness?” your uncle asks him, and Jaebeom slowly turns around to see King Jiho’s thin, gaunt face, eyes dim and uncomfortably calculating.

✧✧✧

You need to get away.

From the palace, from this life, consistently plagued by misfortune. 

You remember the time when you could leave the walls of this city. Explore the vast, wintery lands you’ve called home for the past 200 years. To hunt. To use your magic without fear of retribution. To have your father here with you in this very garden, picking snowdrops to tuck into your hair when you’re not looking.

“My dearest,” he would say with a smile and a pinch of your cheek, “My precious gem. My smart and beautiful daughter.”

The memory of your response to him makes you chuckle, even as melancholic as you feel in the moment.

“Not really,” you had said to him, pouty and upset, “Suho says that I scare all the boys at court. They can’t even talk to me! How can I be beautiful if I scare them?”

“Your magic is power. It’s unknown, and that combination scares people. But power doesn’t make you ugly, dearest. I have magic and I’m not ugly, am I?”

Your father’s question made you ponder as a child.

“No, Father,” you answered.

“Does my power scare you?” he asked again.

“Of course not!” you replied, almost offended that he would even imply such a thing. How could his power scare you? Even as a child, you knew that your father had killed people. Humans, you gathered. Yet, his viciousness never extended to his family. Ever.

“See, dearest. Power does not make you ugly or unwanted. Power is like an amplifier. If you are good before having power, your goodness will only be amplified.”

A simplified explanation for a child, but it convinced you for a time.

But decades have passed since then, and it seems that you’re still unable to get past it; the fear of losing control; the pain of being unwanted as a result.

It’s times like these when your heart aches for his presence. What you wouldn’t give to ask for his advice, for him to guide you, one last time. What you wouldn’t give to have your father’s presence at your wedding, arranged or not. Perhaps, in a different universe, you would marry for love, and not for… Whatever you call the relationship that you have with the prince.

But what would he have told you to do in this case? Would he even be able to solve this political turmoil, the corruption that your uncle has allowed in his court? Not only does it feel like you’re surrounded by enemies, it feels as if you’re suffocating under the pressure of it all; your uncle, the court, the judgement of your own people, your impending marriage with that irritating human prince. 

Your father isn’t here anymore. The one person that you could rely on, that you could trust wholeheartedly, is gone, and the loneliness builds in your chest until suddenly, you feel a stream of tears beginning to slip down your cheeks.

“I thought that I would find you here.”

You blink in surprise at Suho’s voice, jolting out of your seated position. In an effort to conceal your tears, you bring the sleeve of your coat to your face, wiping away the signs of sadness.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask softly, sitting back down when your brother joins you on the bench. You turn away, hoping to hide the quiver in your lower lip; a tell-tale sign that you’ve been crying.

“I was asking around for you. No one knows where you went and since this garden is only accessible to the three of us, I figured that this is where you would be.”

“Congratulations on solving that mystery. I’m sure that it was very difficult,” you deadpan, your sarcasm sounding more exhausted than you thought that it would.

“Hm,” he acknowledges, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in silent support, “This was always your favourite place to wallow in your sadness.”

He almost makes you laugh.

“I am not wallowing in my sadness,” you scoff at him, pulling away to slap his arm playfully, “I’m brooding.”

Suho throws his head back in a full, throaty chuckle.

“Ah. Have you also noticed that your future husband is doing the same? Walking around the palace with a poorly disguised scowl all over his face, scaring everyone out of their wits? He’s even managed to make your handmaidens trade their praise for his handsomeness to fears that he’ll wring their necks. I should’ve known that you’d be the cause of it.”

“And what was the cause, exactly?” you feign innocence, but it looks like Suho isn’t taking it.

“You know the cause,” he answers, his playful tone turning serious. Suddenly, it becomes apparent that his purpose for seeking you out isn’t for support or comfort, but to interrogate.

“Is that what you came here for?” you accuse sharply.

There’s a deafening pause before he answers, as if his mind is choosing the correct words.

“We need to discuss what happened last week.”

You blink at your brother, choosing to feign disinterest. You already know how this conversation will go.

“No, we don’t. I am well aware of what I did, and I’m suffering the consequences for it,” you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“The arguments. The yelling. It needs to stop. If it doesn’t, the consequences that you will suffer will be far less civilized than they are now,” Suho advises, tone curt.

You scoff at his warning, “Did Uncle send you here to scold me?”

Suho doesn’t respond, so the answer is probably a resounding yes.

“I didn’t know that you started to do his dirty work,” you jab, and Suho’s nostrils flare at that comment. However, his level-headedness remains.

“You need to be careful, Sister. You’re going to get us into a lot of trouble if your recklessness continues.”

“I am not reckless, it’s just that-”

“The human is getting under your skin, isn’t he?” Suho interrupts, and your words stop in their tracks.

Yes, you admit through your body language, unable to put it into words.

“It was a result of being careful of the humans, Brother. I can’t just… Abide by their requests, no matter how simple they might seem to be. So, I am being careful,” you respond instead, ignoring the fact that His Highness was brought up as a talking point.

You would much rather talk about your Uncle than him, at the moment, and just the idea of that makes your skin crawl.

“That isn’t what I meant,” Suho says, causing your head to perk up.

“What do you mean?” 

Your brother sighs before taking a seat next to you, placing a supportive palm on your shoulder.

“You need to be careful of Uncle,”

“I am-”

“No, you’re not. Uncle is capable of cruelty, Sister. Unimaginable cruelty. You weren’t turned when Uncle was in his prime but I was. I saw what he did at the borders when the war was at its worst. I saw what he did to those that disobeyed him. He may not have the strength of a traditional warrior but he always manages to get other people to do his bidding,” he answers. His tone borders on patronizing, and it lights anger inside you.

“I know that he’s a backhanded snake, Brother. I know that.”

“Do you?,” he challenges, his patronizing tone now nearing a full scold, “Do you know the extent of his political power? What lengths vampires will go just to quench their thirst for money or power or glory?”

“He threatened Yuna! You can’t just expect me to just sit there and take it!” you raise your voice at him, and he visually flinches. 

“Of course not, but-”

“But what?”

He pauses, as if contemplating his choice of words.

“We need to be strategic about this,” he finally decides to say, voice softening to the point that only you would be able to hear him. “I know that you’re smart, but we need to be strategic. Know when to pick your battles because Uncle has the power to put you away. All he needs is a small incident to fuel it.”

Your mind locks onto the consequences of the council meeting.

Diplomacy is your specialty when it concerns a party that is outside of your own family. More than good. It allows objectivity and clear thinking. You thought that keeping the humans at a distance would be the objective thing to do but now, you’re able to see that it isn’t.

Your uncle is adamant about getting you married off. Nearly to the point where he’s willing to abide by the foolish requests from the humans. You’ve known from the start that he’s wanted to get rid of you somehow, so you’ve acted in direct defiance of that. But after Suho’s words, the true path is revealing itself.

“Heed Uncle’s requests for now. Do what you can do within your power to keep us safe.”

Your eyes narrow at the way his eyes seem to plead for your compliance. 

You know that your brother hates your uncle just as much as you do. In addition, he was just as against the engagement as you were. So the question is, why is he suddenly abiding by your uncle and this marriage?

“What are you up to, Brother?” you ask cautiously, looking straight into his eyes. You’re careful, but unwavering.

He laughs the question off.

“So calculating, Sister. Always trying to decipher and get the upper hand,” he teases, moving in for a hug. He wraps his arms around you, comforting and strong. Then, he whispers a promise so secure, so serious, so incredibly unlike your brother that it’s terrifying.

“You’ll find out soon enough. But know that I will protect you. Both of you. Always.”

✧✧✧

“She’s difficult, isn’t she?” 

Jaebeom presses his lips together, unsure of how to respond to King Jiho’s question. 

Should he play on your uncle’s side and agree? Remain neutral? Or should he oppose him and take the stance of a protective lover?

Jaebeom decides on the truth instead. 

“She is unlike any woman that I’ve ever met,” he responds. Well, it’s some form of the truth, at least.

The King chuckles, “Well for starters, she’s a vampire. I cannot imagine that you’ve met very many.”

Jaebeom’s jaw clenches slightly at the latter comment, but he refrains from allowing any more of his emotional response to seep through.

“I have, actually. I fought in the wars, Your Grace,” he answers as calmly as he can, ignoring the slight jab of the King’s words. He essentially implied that he did not leave the capital to fight a war that’s been raging since his birth.

What kind of person did he take him for?

“Apologies for my presumptuous comment,” he says cautiously, “I nearly forgot that you did. After all, the years that you’ve spent on the battlefield pales in comparison to my own.”

Ah, yes. The classic vampire condescension appears once again. 

It’s no wonder that you’re so apprehensive around him, and it only serves to make Jaebeom wonder how he’s been treating you. This is his first private conversation with the man, and he can already gather that his intentions are less than honourable. 

This vampire king is slimy, and that fact makes Jaebeom angrier than he already is.  

“Why the serious face? We will be a family soon, Jaebeom. And I'll be here to watch over your blossoming relationship with the Princess until the end.”

The King speaks in thinly veiled threats. Whether he’ll make good on those threats, Jaebeom isn’t sure. So, he airs on the side of caution and represses the scathing retort that threatens to slip from his lips. Instead, he shifts the conversation to you, hoping that the conversation will just be seen as a man attempting to learn more about his intended, and nothing else.

“I’m sure that you want to protect your niece, so I am confident in your watchful eye,” Jaebeom replies, internally scoffing. If the past week has taught him anything, it’s that you don’t need to be watched or protected, least of all by your uncle. If anything, Jaebeom is beginning to believe that you would flourish away from the restrictions of the palace, away from the scrutiny of royal life.

Just like him.

“I look forward to giving her hand to you,” King Jiho says, and the presumptuous undertone has Jaebeom’s fists clenching behind his back. The King is either ignorant or foolish to believe that you are his to give away, to use as a pawn in his scheming. 

But is Jaebeom any better? He reminds himself that he’s doing the same; using you for his scheming. For his agenda. 

For his father’s agenda.

The inkling of guilt that’s been developing over the past week is only intensified with the realization. 

“Are you two especially close?” Jaebeom pushes a little, just to see what his response would be. The King’s eyes narrow, just slightly, before answering.

“She is my brother’s precious daughter,” he replies, and Jaebeom takes note of the way that his eyes flash with betrayal; with anger when he says precious daughter. “So of course, we are close. But, this conversation would probably be more conducive if we speak about the Princess when she is present. Perhaps, you both could join me for tea after your family arrives?”

Jaebeom immediately recognizes the invitation as another ploy for him to dig his nails into both you and himself; to grasp onto that control that he so desperately craves. 

He’s a small, pathetic man, but Jaebeom nods anyway, and bows to feign respect. 

“I’ll leave it to the Princess to accept that invitation,” he answers confidently.

Predictably so, the King’s brow twitches in irritation. How annoying it must be to allow you to make an autonomous decision. Now, Jaebeom understands why you possess such vitriol for him. 

With that understanding, Jaebeom allows himself the luxury of giving the King a raised brow and a smug smirk. Then, he bows again. This time, he bends a full, mocking 90 degrees and walks away without another word, once again ignoring the guilt that continues to infect his mind.

And it works, for a time.

He speaks with his father an hour later, which refocuses him on his mission. He’s here to marry you. To gain access to vampire knowledge, previously inaccessible to humans since the war first began. He very well might be the first in four generations to have the opportunity to do so, and he knows that he cannot fail under any circumstances.

No matter how much the better part of his subconscious wants to.

But Jaebeom is beginning to realize that forgiveness and civility is a luxury that he will never have. Not when his mother’s mutilated body continues to haunt his dreams. Not when his father and his entire country is counting on him to end this war.

Permanently.

Yet, when he finally has a chance to sit in his chambers to write, he’s finding it harder than he anticipated.

This must be the thousandth military report that Jaebeom has written over the course of his life, but this one is slowly but surely becoming the most difficult.

His chambers are dark, save for the warm glow of the candles and the lamp in the corner of his desk. The quill in his left hand is wet with invisible ink, but the tip fails to make contact with the parchment.

Half of his report has been written, mostly concerning his own health and the structure of the vampire royals. Jaebeom details the layout of the palace in detail; from the courtyard and the gardens to the training grounds and the armoury. While his father is in Styria, such verbal conversations within the country could be dangerous. The nature of his true mission is contained to his father, Jinyoung, and himself. Youngjae doesn’t even know, and Jaebeom aims to keep it that way with these discrete, bi-weekly reports. He can’t trust anyone.

Especially, you and your face and your voice and your alluring, terrifyingly powerful magic.

Surely, his father would want the details of your power; strengths and weaknesses. He already knows that you can sense auras from approximately two meters away; he didn’t even have to try to get that piece of valuable information.

He sighs out, pressing his palms against his eyelids in exertion. He has to get into your good graces. To be a good husband. To act the part.

He must. 

Jaebeom knows that you crave freedom. Autonomy. The ability to use magic without being terrified of scrutiny. He saw it with his own eyes. So, he’s going to give it to you. 

At least, the idea of it. 

The last subject that needs to be addressed is the vast repository of information that could be made available to him. After following you around the palace, he finally managed to get something that could prove fruitful.

The palace library.

There must have been hundreds and thousands of shelves filled to the brim with scrolls, books, and manuscripts, some of which had titles that he managed to recognize. The only difference is that those were first edition copies that date back to the times when the war had just started.

Not only were there works of literature that attracted him, but there were also pieces that detailed everything there is to know about vampire society and its vast history. Jaebeom was only able to take a brief glance, but he saw enough to understand the collection is an incredible find for their cause. It’s exactly what they’ve been looking for. The assortment could inform them of Styrian secrets that humans would never be able to get a hold of, until now.

All he needs to do is write that information down and give it to his father, but his hand fails to write them down at a normal speed.

There isn’t much time before the Alcasian’s reach the palace, so there isn’t a second to waste. But, his writing is almost lethargic; messy and unmotivated. On a surface level, he did what he had to do to get the information that he needed. But that doesn’t help the uncomfortable, nearly suffocating sensation that begins to bubble out from his chest and into his throat with each stroke of the quill. It’s almost as if he feels…

Shame?

No, he reminds himself, no.

He blinks rapidly before shaking his head to refocus.

Pressing the tip of the quill to the parchment, he continues to write, ignoring the gut-wrenching guilt that continues to fester in his mind.

✧✧✧

“Princess?”

“Mmhm?” you nod in the midst of your distraction, turning your head in the direction of the sound.

“I don’t know how to control the sparks,” a little dark-haired boy tells you, jutting his hands out with a flickering, uncontrolled flame in the centre. He pouts, and the endearing sight makes your chest swell.

Right. Your task at hand is this magic lesson to the freshly turned vampires. Freshly turned, meaning that they can handle their bloodthirsty impulses to be around the general public, but not in control of their magic to not pose some form of danger. Your father had organized a program specifically to integrate vampires turned as children, and you’ve been the head since he passed.

And unfortunately, more and more vampire children have been showing up lately. Most of them come from the border, where the fighting was the thickest and most prevalent.

“Here,” you start by placing your palms underneath his small hands, “You’re putting too much magic into your hands, and too much of it means that it’s hard to wield. Try to concentrate on it, sweetheart. It’s like squinting your eyes when you try to see anything far away.”

The little boy nods cutely, and the stray sprigs of his hair bounce with each movement of his head. It takes a second, but the wild sparks eventually calm down to a small, controlled flame in the center of his palms, flickering with warmth. The rest of the students gasp in awe, rushing towards the little boy in fascination.

However, the small flame only lasts for a couple of seconds before dissipating, the boy panting with exhaustion as his hands swing at his sides.

“That’s so hard, Princess!” he pouts, slumping onto the ground with the other children circling him.

“It’s supposed to be hard. You have to train for a long time to control it,” you explain, tone softening in an effort to not seem too imposing or strict.

“How long did it take you, Princess?” a little girl asks, blonde pigtails swinging as he turns her head in the direction of your voice.

“A long time,” you answer, pausing to demonstrate on a physical object. Your eyes dart around to spot an object; any object, before deciding on a lit column candle that rests on the candelabra across from you. With a practiced twist of your wrist, you carefully lift up the candle from the candelabra and bring it in front of your students.

“It took me a very long time to be able to lift something without flinging it across the room or crushing it,” you laugh, basking in the collective sounds of pure, childlike discovery. The mere awe in their voices nearly heals the restless, unrelenting anger that you’ve been experiencing as of late, courtesy of that damned human prince.

“What kind of magic do you have, Princess?” another child asks, peering up at you with wide eyes.

“Energy. Everything in the world has energy, living or not. So, I can move and control that energy around and manipulate objects and the space within it,” you state simply, albeit worried that the complexity of the information will go over their little heads. So, you begin to add to that explanation with simpler vocabulary. However, your mind gradually strays toward his human Highness and company, who are situated on the balcony above.

And the human Highness in question is currently venturing down the stairs to probably spark up some unwanted conversation, on your part.

You truly cannot escape him.

With an exasperated sigh, you walk over to deal with him, allowing the children to practice as planned.

“I am clearly busy, Your Highness,” you say to him, unimpressed. You would almost feel sorry for the tone that you’re taking with him, if it wasn’t for the fact that he stripped you of a responsibility that you greatly enjoyed. That, and the fact that he is the way that he is.

“Normally, a simple hello is customary when greeting someone,” he scowls, eyes sharpening in displeasure.

“I saw you three hours ago.”

He pauses to allow a small smirk to creep onto his face, manifesting into a slight quirk of his brow, “I cannot want a hello from my wife?”

You don’t bother to correct him this time around.

“I’m not entirely sure that you deserve a hello from me,” you give him a false, simpering smile instead. If you’ve learnt anything about him over the past month, it’s that he hates it when you take him down a peg. Or a couple of them, really.

“You just said it,” he responds matter-of-factly. His words almost make you physically recoil, and it seems that he’s noticed. The scowl from a couple of seconds ago is morphing into a smug smirk. Clearly, he’s pleased with the way that his wit caught you off guard.

“I believe that I’ve made it abundantly clear that I do not wish to see nor speak with you,” you sigh, much too preoccupied to entertain his teasing. You haven’t had any conversations of substance since what occurred last week, and you intend to keep it that way for as long as possible.

He should at least allow you to savour what’s left of your freedom before taking you away from your family.

So, you begin to turn away, spinning on the balls of your feet. Unfortunately, you only make it a couple of steps before you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist.

Despite the rough callouses, his touch is tender and warm; so warm…

“Your uncle has made it apparent to me that-”

You shake your head.

“My uncle,” you interrupt, yanking your wrist from his grip before glaring into those sharp eyes of his, “Can fuck off. And I recommend that you do the same.”

And with that, Jaebeom nearly recoils. You can see it. But then, his momentary surprise quickly disappears, replacing itself with the infuriatingly characteristic smirk that makes your entire body heat up.

“I believe that is the first time that I’ve ever heard you curse,” he almost smiles, stalking closer until he’s only an arm’s length away. Then, he leans in; just a bit, and his voice descends into a whisper, “Who knew that the Princess Regent would have such a filthy mouth?”

Your nostrils flare in irritation, and you’re hoping that it disguises the fluttering in the pit of your stomach after he implies that you have a filthy mouth…

“Fuck. Off,” you try to spit out the insult with a smile on your face, but you’re not entirely sure if it worked. Instead of dwelling on it though, you turn around and walk away, as if nothing riled up your temper. That was the plan at least, until you nearly ran over a pair of students in the process.

“Who’s that, Princess?” one of them asks, peeking to the side to catch a glimpse of him. They slowly waddle over to him until their brows furrow and their nose scrunches in disgust.

“Smells like a human,” they say, immediately retreating. An almost protective barrier is formed between yourself and Jaebeom, your students seemingly intent on shielding you from him.

“This is His Highness, Prince Jaebeom from the human lands. He’s my…” you trail off, trying to search for the right word to describe him. Enemy? Bane of your existence? Eternal annoyance?

“Intended. We’re getting married,” he answers for you instead, taking a single step forward before bowing to your students respectfully. Although there is a healthy distance between Jaebeom and the children, your students seem wary of his presence. That prediction of yours proves to be correct because the little boy with the fire magic leaves the protective huddle to say, “You’re not allowed to marry the Princess.”

Your jaw drops at his words. Part of you is impressed by his outspoken behaviour but the other half is mortified. If anyone else overheard, they would start to question your abilities as an educator and then your uncle will have you thrown off the project and-

“Sounds like I have some competition,” Jaebeom chuckles after laughing loudly, the bass-like sound almost echoing in the room. Then, he crouches down to ruffle the little boy’s hair, and the expression that he has on his face is…

Almost pleasant.

Almost.

Strangely, it’s enough to have you abide by whatever he wants to ask of you. So, you ask, “What is it that my uncle requested of me?”

Jaebeom’s eyes widen marginally, likely surprised by your compliance.

“The Alcasian’s are here. We are to meet them with you, at my side,” he answers, and you swallow at the way he emphasizes the last couple of words.

You, at my side.

You’re cautious, still, but you nod regardless. You need to meet the humans anyway, so why waste the chance at the protection of an escort?

Surely, this feeling is that. The need for an escort. It’s practical.

So, make your leave after waving for Corvus to supervise the children in your absence.

Jaebeom urges you away with a gentle hand on the base of your spine; it’s a habit that you’re beginning to notice from him. The familiar warmth of his palm seeps through the fabric of your dress. However, this time, you feel the sensation of his palm gliding across your lower back with a pressure that feels utterly illicit, and captures your attention with his opposite hand on your chin. With a slight crook of his knuckle, you meet the dark eyes that you’re begrudgingly accustomed to staring into.

“Just to let you know, I am not abiding by your uncle’s wishes,” he tells you softly, and your eyebrows raise in surprise and suspicion.

“It is at my command to have you on my arm when I greet my family, not King Jiho’s,” Jaebeom continues, and the tone that his voice takes is no longer playful. Not like before. He spits out your uncle’s name and title as if he possesses the same degree of venomous hate that you do. Then, he leans in for what seems to be a kiss, until he tilts his head towards your ear at the very last second.

“I want you at my side as my equal,” he whispers, and if you weren’t squeezing your fists together, you would surely gasp at his admission, “I want them to know who their future queen is.”

You’re unable to restrain the shock that you’re surely displaying all over your face. Your jaw is open, eyes wide. Realistically speaking, becoming Queen isn’t possible. Suho is next in line, not you. He might be the Crown Prince of his country, but you cannot rule his people either. You cannot live with him in Alsace; you’ll die the second you step foot in the light of the sun, out of the magic that shields Styria. However, the fact that he’s willing to give you that… 

“I’m confused, I cannot be a queen, I-”

“Why are you so against the idea of it? Why do you constantly fight me? Once I marry you, I will give you the autonomy you desire. The freedom that you so desperately need. There will be peace. Isn’t that what you want?” Jaebeom asks, but freezes mid-sentence, likely realizing that it came out harsher than he intended. 

“Of course, I want peace!” you nearly yell, pulling away from his touch, “But can’t you see? Marrying you will be the end of my freedom, and it’s presumptuous for you to believe that it’s something for you to give me. I’m not even able to attend council meetings anymore, courtesy of your ridiculous policies, need I remind you. I’ll be separated from my brother and my sister who need me. Once I marry you; once you attempt to control me… I cannot protect my people and my family from my uncle, and you’ll force me to-”

You cut yourself off, ashamed that you’ve revealed so much already. 

“You should see your family yourself. Please give them my regards,” you finish, unable to fight any longer. You begin to walk away, but you should know better by now. 

His Highness never allows you reprieve. He never allows you to simply walk away. He has to fight and argue and irritate and-

Your breath catches when you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist. But this time, there is no force. He doesn’t pull or jerk you towards him. Instead, he keeps his distance, save for the thumb that begins to rub warm, soothing circles on the inside of your wrist. Your skin suddenly feels sensitive, as if your skin is being pulled and drawn tighter with each second in his presence.

“Do you truly hold me in such low esteem?” his voice is soft, almost small, eyes seemingly on the cusp of tears.

You’re taken aback by the change in emotion, but actively choose to ignore the guilt that’s beginning to slice into you by replying, “You haven’t given me a reason to think otherwise.”

“Do you hate me that much? To the extent that you’re unwilling to give me a chance; to give us a chance?” he responds, and his usage of us makes your chest clench. He could be referring to his people; to humans as a whole, and part of you wants so desperately to believe that is true.

But your cursed mind wanders, betraying you by believing that he’s referring to your marriage. To whatever relationship that could come about from this absurd arrangement.

“I do hate you.”

A lie.

“Have you ever wanted to kill me?” 

“Yes.”

Another lie.

His eyes narrow immediately, chin jutting out as it usually does when he becomes angry.

“Why is it that you continue to be a shit fucking liar?” he seethes, and you see red. You yank the hand that remains in his hand in an attempt to storm off, but his grip is too strong. Instead, he pulls you in with a force that leaves you dizzy. His eyes, concentrated and mesmerizingly dark, bore into yours with such intensity that you’re beginning to understand why your handmaidens became so afraid...

Terrified that this human prince would wring their necks.

“Look me in the eye and say that. Say that you hate me. Say that you want to kill me. Because if you actually wanted that, you would’ve done it already.”

Your body freezes at his accusation, magic beginning to slip through the cracks of your façade. Fists clenching, you try so desperately to rein it in. 

“And what of you? Do you hate me? Do you want to kill me?” you challenge, barely able to get the words out without sounding shaky, “ You want revenge for the humans that we’ve killed, don’t you? I’m sure that bringing back the head of the Princess Regent would be a great fucking triumph. Oh, the sheer glory that you would bask in.”

Upon the assertion slipping from your lips, the greatsword strapped to his hip becomes glaringly apparent. He tugs, forcing you just a little bit closer. His brows furrow; out of frustration or anger or effort, you’re not sure, but the tension on his face eases as soon as it appears.

“I don’t want glory,” he breathes against you, “I just want this war to be finished.”

He sounds utterly wounded, as if pleading for his life. The desperation of his expression, the darkness of his eyes. You almost want to secede. So before you know it; before you’re even aware of how breathy and meek he’s made your voice, you say, “Your Highness, I-“

“I know that you do not want to marry me,” he pauses with a swallow, tightening his hold on your wrist, just barely, “Frankly, I do not want to marry you either. I do not take commands very well. I’m sure that you understand,” he continues, almost chuckling at his own misfortune.

“I also know that I cannot promise peace. I understand that. I apologize for antagonizing you but I am not going to apologize for those policies, because I truly believe that it's what's best for my people. I also cannot promise that I won’t continue to fight your backward and completely absurd vampire customs but I will promise you this,” his eyes soften exponentially, and the sight of it causes your breath to hitch, “I will not harm you. I will never force you to do anything. I promise that I will be a good husband to you. A good father, if you would bless me with children one day. I will remain faithful. I will not make you feel as if you have no say in this marriage. I know that my existence in your life would be but a fleeting memory but I will treat you well, and hope that those short memories in your long life will be your fondest.”

For the first time since meeting him, you’re speechless. You have nothing to say. Your mind is blank.

“I might be the biggest fool who ever lived to make grand promises to such a terrifying woman,” he smiles at you, and it’s as if heat is starting to bleed into your body, “I also won't lie and say that your magic isn't one of the most terrifying things that I've witnessed. But I am not afraid of you. I see you. So in fact, use your power all you want, I don’t care. And if that opinion makes me a fool, so be it.”

“Your Highness, I almost killed someone,” you counter, unable to believe that a human would be so unafraid when your fellow vampires are the direct opposite.

“But you didn’t,” he replies, and weirdly enough, it calms you. Perhaps, it's the way that his body language remains strong; he doesn't cower or waver from his position in front of you. His eye contact remains, inky pupils boring into your own as if he sees; truly sees, the being behind the title, the magic, and the fangs.

"You don't know me," you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop tears from welling up. "You don't know what I've done."

The slaughter after your turning. The inability to control your magic at the start of it all. The people that you've killed as a result.

He shakes his head, "You didn't hurt me. You could have, but you didn't. That's good enough if you ask me."

His words sink in, and suddenly, there’s nothing in the world that you can feel except for his distinct aura, warm, calm, and heart-achingly human.

“So, my only request is that you meet my family by my side, and for you to stop fighting me,” he pleads, and now, you’re starting to notice that you’ve subconsciously drifted even closer to his body during his speech.

"That's two requests, Your Highness," you joke in an attempt to seem unrattled, unsure of what to make of your turbulent emotions. You're predicting that he'll make another snide remark but instead, he remains serious.

“Please,” he adds before lifting your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. In an almost embarrassing fashion, your entire body ignites upon contact with his lips; it's as if your long-dead heart is actually beating in your chest. His plea sounds genuine, yet desperate and vulnerable. It’s unlike the prince that you first met. He’s almost...

Sincere, without the bravado of his teasing. 

So much so, that you find yourself whispering a quiet yes. 

And without another word, you loop your arm through his and tug him towards you. You press the side of your body against his, slotting together perfectly before walking towards the throne room, his family awaiting you both.

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