#hired a new girl and she quit after 2 weeks to work at Starbucks???

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Jeon Jeongguk x (F) Reader

summary⥗“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart. tags⥗richboy!jk, -3 knowledge of how vacations work, domestic love!!!, outdoor sex, unprotected sex, fingering, jk’s white ass cheeks mention wc⥗5.9k u ever randomly get inspired for the first time in 2 months and write a whole fic in one night anyway enjoy

There were many perks to dating the heir of your city’s top conglomerate, the endless showering of gifts being one of them, but your favorite thing about your boyfriend wasn’t his overflowing pockets or his secure future, but the lovesick look in his eyes when you told him how much you loved him.

Jeongguk was an enigma.

He was born to be the stereotypical rich boy that authors of teen fiction could only dream of, his looks suitable for magazine covers and his brains destined for top-notch universities. His bloodline was carefully crafted by generations before him, every marriage carefully planned and executed with the ultimate goal to preserve their place in society as apex predators. In fact, Jeongguk’s entire life had been one big script his family had carefully pushed him along, from the fencing classes he took to the hiring of the nation’s best nannies to care for him, all subtle enough for him to not complain but demanding enough that he knew what was going on.

The only thing they hadn’t planned in Jeongguk’s life was him meeting you.

They had never planned for him to meet some middle-class girl, who was definitely not an heiress to any particular company or celebrity of any level, just some random girl he had accidentally bumped into leaving a charity event at the local community park. They hadn’t planned for his long, gangly arms to knock your phone out of your hand, or send it tumbling into the lake as you both watched on in horror. It was only after the quiet plop of water registered in both your ears that you had whirled on him, half of you in shock and the other in fury.

Jeongguk was, as previously stated, handed everything on a silver platter. His parents hardly bothered with teaching him how to do things. He barely understood how to work a washing machine, because all of that was done for him by other people. At the moment, he didn’t have to bother with taking an entrance exam to the best university this side of the country because he knew his parents would pay for the entire thing out of pocket. He especially didn’t ever have to worry about what to do when random girls scolded him in public sight, because frankly, it would never happen.

Yet here he was, completely startled as you told him to watch where he was going, and to learn how to apologize to people when you’ve done something wrong. He’d never had someone of a lower status than him treat him so aggressively before, and when you pause to catch your breath all he can stumble out is that he’ll replace your phone, he’ll even buy you the best model, what was your number so his people could reach out to you again?

The last sentence has you groaning in frustration, as you pointed furiously towards the lake, because how on earth was he supposed to contact you when your phone was 20 feet below surface level?!

After another fifteen minutes of you continuing your verbal rampage against him, the entirety of it which he’d spent fending off his security guard and his assistant (both who’d been appalled that he’d willingly let this peasant swear and curse at him) as he stared at you in awe.

When you finally calmed down and he’d offered to take you to the Starbucks across the street to figure out the details of your phone replacement, he’s surprised to find out your normal disposition is nothing like the one you’d first shown him. In fact, you’re rather sheepish and embarrassed at the coffee shop, albeit still a little upset with him for trashing your phone.

After you’ve finished nailing out the little details of your phone replacement, which included you hesitantly giving him your address, he leaves right away. He’s sad to leave so soon, having become completely enthralled with your entire being in the thirty minutes he’s come to know you, that he finds himself hopelessly staring out of the backseat of the Benz as he travels back to his upscale apartment in the heart of the city. He hopes you don’t forget him so soon.

To say you’re surprised to see a package on your doorstep the next morning is an understatement. You remember every online purchase you make, and if memory serves you right, you hadn’t made one in the past month to warrant its arrival today. After glancing down both ends of your hall, you tug the mystery package inside.

In hindsight you probably should have been more cautious of the entire situation, but part of you was extremely curious to see what brought this surprise on. After tugging the tape off and shuffling through the packing peanuts you’re met with a sleek box for the hottest and most expensive phone right now, a pink bow carefully tied around to secure a note.

One of our guard’s fished around the lake for the phone I misplaced and managed to retrieve the memory card. I hope you won’t mind the new contact I added.

Best,

Jeon Jeongguk

And thus was the start of your love story.

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You’re wondering if Jeongguk’s sudden idea was truly a spur of the moment epiphany or another ploy for him to get out of going to the ball his father had planned at the end of this month. You’ve come to learn in the last two years that despite his perfect boy aura, he was quite the impulsive shithead. Eitherway, you know he would have invited you to wherever he was going, and if he hadn’t, his mother would have shipped you a gown from her favorite designer and asked you to drag him there.

As it stands, it’s not a fancy ball you’re preparing for this time around, but a luxurious spring break in the Bahamas, away from school and family and anything to ruin your mood for the next week. You’d just finished your midterms when he bursts into your dorm room, demanding you pack your bags, baby, we’re going to the beach! Evidently, it was not the local beach you were going to. No, the ‘beach’ Jeongguk had referred to was one he conveniently forgot to mention was an entire plane ride away. It wasn’t until he returned later that same day to usher you off to the airport that he realizes how sorely under packed you are.

So now here you were, frantically cramming a week’s worth of cute, summer-y clothes into the only suitcase you own, running back and forth from your closet to the suitcase to the desk where you kept all your beauty products and shower essentials, while your boyfriend ate one of your granola bars on your bed.

“You better not get any crumbs on the bed, you know I hate finding them later,” you scold, not even bothering to look at him as you stuff all your makeup into a small bag.

Jeongguk snorts. “You won’t even be sleeping here for a week, babe,” he says, voice calm and relaxed in the way only someone who’s already done packing can be. The only consolation to your current state was that Jeongguk had booked his family’s private jet, so you really couldn’t be late to a flight only the two of you would be on.

You turn around with a hand on your hip, giving him the same unimpressed look you always do when he’s being unreasonable. “I’m sure the mice you’re attracting will keep it warm for me.” He rolls his eyes, finishing off his snack and then making a big show of patting down your creaky mattress to rid it of any granola crumbs.

He’s settled back into the bed when he speaks again. “Take the orange crop top you bought from Forever 21 last month, it makes your boobs looks amazing.”

You tuck your socks and undergarments against the suitcase’s inner pocket. “Oh right, ‘cause that’s a priority right now.” You don’t wanna tell him it’s already folded against your other clothes because you, too, think it makes your boobs look amazing.

You hear the rustling of the bed sheets once more, before you see his long legs come to a rest around you, arms wrapping around your waist to watch you ruffle through the clothing you already have. “Not my fault my girl’s got a nice set on her.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you beg, reaching over to your pile of haphazardly thrown shorts and skirts to fold some more into your luggage. You’re careful of not moving far enough away that his arms would dislodge from their embrace. “We could have been halfway to the Bahamas right now if someone bothered to plan things ahead of time and not last minute as a means to get out of a charity ball.”

Jeongguk groans, letting his head fall forward to rest against your back, his soft breath leaving your back warm through your t-shirt. “Can’t a guy just steal his girlfriend away to the Bahamas for a week to avoid the overwhelming stress of life, and maybe choke on some exotic shrimp while she chokes on his di—”

“Get off of me, you pervert!”

The second you step foot on the archipelago that is the gem of the resort world, it’s about seven thousand degrees hotter than it was back home, and the sweat on the back of your neck can attest to that. The jet ride here had been pretty fun, it being your first experience flying private, but also flying in general. Jeongguk had kept you entertained both on the take off and landing, lips kissing down every inch of your neck with a promise for more later.

Well, it was later now, and the need to be sated was still present, something you’re not quite sure your boyfriend was aware of. Jeongguk was like that. Forgetful as fuck. The only reason he ever got anything done was because he had that assistant of his practically glued to his hip at every moment of the day, breathing down his neck every task he needed to complete. If it was up to Jeongguk, and Jeongguk alone, things would get done at a very slow pace.

But you were nothing like your boyfriend, and you suppose it’s why you two go together so well. While he put things to the side, you needed everything to be done right away and fast. Which is why you find yourself pulling him away from the scuba diving kiosk in an effort to check into your high-end cottage away from all the tourist hub.

“Babeee,” he whines, almost forgetting his luggage for the nth time, not used to actually having to haul his things by himself. “We could have seen the reef! You know, where all the fish are at? Where Nemo lives.”

“Uh huh, that’s nice,” you say, finding the driver Jeongguk’s assistant (bless his uptight, perfectionist ass) had booked for your arrival. “But we need to check in first and make sure our rental is all good.”

He seems miffed about the fact people actually have to do that, and had it not been his status as a trust-fund baby funding this entire trip, you would have liked to sock him right in the nose. But he’s your boyfriend and you’re used to his somewhat clueless ways by now, so you let it go.

You don’t know what you expected his assistant to rent out for you guys, but it certainly wasn’t the swanky beach house your driver pulls up to. It’s carefully secluded from the other houses around it, a high hedge-turned-fence surrounding the private yard. It hides a decent sized pool, a few lawn-chairs, and a hot tub from the public beach down below. The house itself is marvelous, complete with multiple bedrooms, two baths, and the most luxurious kitchen you’ve ever seen in a beach house.

“Oh,” you say upon stepping out of the car, mouth agape as you take in the sight of your accommodation for the next few days.

A pair of hands snake around your waist before carefully coming to rest above your navel. Jeongguk presses a gentle kiss to your temple, murmuring, “all for you, princess.” The waves crashing against the beach below are miniscule compared to the sudden blossoming of warmth in your chest.

“Shut up,” you shyly whine, turning around to envelope him in your arms. Your need for him and his body fades at the breathtaking sight behind you, and you find yourself forgetting about it completely as you venture around the house.

It’s the same day when you decide to go out into the yard and tan for a bit. Jeongguk had went in for a nap, a little tired from keeping you entertained on the long flight, because he’d stayed awake even when you fell asleep just in case you woke up scared. You don’t try to discourage him, watching him snuggle into the king mattress as you shuffle around for your bikini.

You’re absentmindedly applying another layer of sunscreen to your face, sunglasses pushed onto the top of your head. You’re completely enveloped by thoughts of your boyfriend, of how he could have easily ran off to the Bahamas alone (he went to Moscow last November on a trip to ‘find himself’), but he’d elected to whisk you off with him.

You tuck your AirPods—another gift from him—into your ears before finally settling into the comfort of a lounge chair, the sun’s rays beating down on you full force. It feels wonderful being away from everything you know with the comfort of returning. You’d always dreamt of visiting such places as a teenager, the presence of a lover or not, but now you truly got to live out those fantasies with Jeongguk.

He was a dream.

It’s about thirty minutes into your session when you register the sound of the sliding door, and you crack one eye open to see your refreshed boyfriend wandering into the backyard in a pair of swimming trunks and a goofy look on his face. “Oh, pardon me, I didn’t know such women came to the public pool,” he smirks.

You roll your eyes, not that he sees through the shades protecting you. “Don’t you dare try to roleplay with me, weirdo.”

He cackles, before somersaulting into the pool, and you find yourself squealing at the splash he makes. He disappears for a second under the water, but then pops back up at the ledge closest to you. “Come on, don’t be a pussy. Play along and maybe we’ll go to the spa tomorrow morning,” he offers.

“Fine.” You decide to join him, but not because the spa.

Jeongguk laughs at your petulant tone of voice, before sprawling out to float across the surface of the pool. “Great, so here’s what I was thinking. Me, the rich middle-aged husband coming here strictly for business. And you, the shy darling relaxing by the pool with her girlfriends who are all pushing her to go talk to me.”

“Sounds perfect, except for the part where I’m actually the sly minx coming here to scam a rich college boy out of his money, luring him into the most pleasurable sex he’s ever had, before ghosting him for all eternity and leaving him forever waiting for someone like me to come into his life again,” you propose.

Jeongguk blinks. “Wow, that sounded so realistic. You’re either really good at this, or… I should be worried,” he playfully accuses, before throwing over a gesture that says im watching you. You laugh.

“Just keep swimming, rich boy.”

He does as you tell him, playing in the water as you tune back into the music drifting into your ears. You’re about done tanning the front side of your body, and flip over to make sure your backside catches the rays as well. You set your sunglasses off to the side, and when you look back for them they’re adorning Jeongguk’s silly face as he doggy paddles around the donut floaty he found.

“Untie your top, dumby. Unless you want those ugly tan lines,” Jeongguk calls out in that brash tone of his. You flip him the bird, before sitting up in a very Ariel-esque pose to glance around your private yard.

As if sensing your hesitation, Jeongguk paddles over to your side, leveling you with an unimpressed look. “These bushes are as tall as a door, and there’s no one around for the next half mile, babe. Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.”

He truly knew the way to your heart.

You untie the knots at your back and your neck, carefully laying back down to get that perfect tan Jeongguk was talking about. Admittedly, you do feel a bit better knowing you won’t return home with noticeable tan lines, and that much is enough to have your topless self blissfully relaxing.

Your soundtrack is the playlist you had collected on the plane ride, occasionally joined by the splashing Jeongguk makes as he moves around the pool, and before you know it, your timer is ringing to let you know it’s time to flip over again. This time, you’re less hesitant about shedding your top, breasts bare to the sky as you throw the top over your eyes (guess where your sunglasses still where).

You hear a wolf whistle from the other side of the yard, and catch sight of Jeongguk sitting at the edge of the pool. His skin is glistening from the water, the sun enveloping him in its warmth. He’d been outside for a shorter time than you but somehow he’d accumulated a darker color faster. The sun loved him like no other. He’s pushing himself to his feet when he catches your gaze, mischievous smirk twisting his features as he rounds the pool.

“Didn’t know this was a nude beach,” he says, and you curse your body for the way it reacts to the sight of his messy hair and tone abdomen. Your nipples harden embarrassingly and you can’t even hide them.

“Tired already?” You muse instead, hoping he doesn’t comment on the state of your breasts. “Tired after a plane ride, tired after swimming. Didn’t know I was dating an old man.”

“Har har,” he says in a monotone voice, and you can’t help the curl of a smile at beating him at his own playful ways. He stops in front of you, and your expression is knocked clean off when the water droplets clinging to his body fall onto your warm skin.

“Jeongguk!” You whine, pushing him away with your foot in a valiant effort to save yourself from the cold water. If anything, your actions end up bringing your demise as he catches your ankle in his hand.

“Ah ah, princess,” he tuts, bending your leg upward only to place his knee where it once was. He ducks down to tower over you, your continuous squealing only bringing an evil smile to his face. “What did we say about tan lines?”

You push him away, groaning in defeat as his hair drips even more water onto your skin. “I took the top off, what now?”

He glances down, and for a moment, you’re confused as to what he sees that you don’t. You're only met with the sight of your yellow bikini bottom preserving the last of your dignity.

You scoff. “You’re kidding.”

Much to your chagrin, he’s not.

“You’re on one of the nicest islands in the world, staying in a private home with fences tall enough to stop Bigfoot from looking in, and you’re gonna tan with your bikini bottoms on? You’re ridiculous.”

You shove his shoulder, before resigning yourself to getting soaked by him as he shuffles around to squish you under his weight. “You’re ridiculous for thinking I’d be outside without any clothes on!”

He snorts against your shoulder, long arms moving around until he has one somewhat curled beneath you. “Nah. You are.”

“Don’t start with me, Jeon.”

He shifts again to look you in the eye. “Come on, ___. You’re really gonna get tan lines when you could avoid them?”

You roll yours eyes. “You couldn’t get me to go outside completely naked for a million bucks, baby.” The beginning of a grin curls around his lips. “Don’t even think about it.”

This brings a laugh out of him, before he’s laying back down to kiss your neck. “You’re silly.” All you can really hope for now is that him laying on top of you won’t give you an even worse tan line.

Just when you think he’s given up on his quest to have you completely naked outside, you feel the slightest tug on the tie holding your bikini in place, slapping your hand down on his as if he were a pesky fly. “Fine!” He huffs, rolling off you to jump back into the water. “I hope everyone sees your uneven tan.”

“No one would see a tan line on my coochie, Jeon,” you remind him, flinching when he decides to cannonball into the water right beside you, sprinkling you in another round of water pellets.

He emerges from the clear water a moment later, paddling to the ledge beside you to flick more water your way. “I will,” he retorts. “When I got you bent over tomorrow morning.”

You don’t hesitate to fling your bikini top his way, the yellow fabric smacking him across the face. “In that case, you should take those shorts off, because I certainly don’t wanna have to look at your pasty thighs.”

“You love my milky thighs,” he hums, traversing the length of the pool for his donut floaty again.

“Milky?”

Your tiny quarrel ends there, Jeongguk soon becoming too immersed in competing against himself in a breath-holding contest to bother you any longer. He’s adorable like this, cheeks puffed out like Mrs. Puff every time his head pops out of the water, that you almost forget to flip over when your timer rings again.

It’s in the midst of your repositioning that you dare take a peak beneath your bottoms. Much to your disdain, there is a growing disparity between the skin beneath your swimsuit and the skin around it. Nothing too bad, but if you were to lay out as long as you planned, it’d become embarrassingly noticeable. Your breasts had been saved from any differences thanks to Jeongguk’s early warning, and you begin wondering if shedding your bottoms would inflate his already huge ego.

No matter, you discreetly unknot the ties securing your bottoms, hoping he won’t notice from across the yard as you carefully slip them off.

You make quick work of laying on your stomach again, your ass finally catching some rays after being covered for so long. You won’t lie, there’s an unexpected wave of comfort that comes with being bare outside, your entire body wonderfully enveloped by the sun’s beaming rays. You snuggle into the lounge chair’s cushions as you nearly reach nirvana.

Your blissful state is ruined not even ten minutes later when the sound of Jeongguk’s heavy splashing comes closer and closer. It’s not until you hear the splat of his wet feet against the pavement that you realize you’re in trouble.

There’s a playful smack against your ass, and you yelp in surprise. “Jeon!” You whine, instantly sitting up on your forearms to narrow your eyes at him. He’s flashing you that playful grin of his as he plops down beside you, not even having to ask you to move over because you do so subconsciously

“Knew you’d give in eventually,” he sighs, leaning back on his palms as he tries to catch his breath. You decide to give up on your dreams of having a peaceful tanning session, turning around to face your glistening boyfriend.

“What do you want for lunch?” You ask instead, running a hand through the hair at the nape of your neck, rolling your shoulders around to get some movement back into them. He shrugs, slithering his way up the cushions to squish himself beside you. It’s a tight fit, but he makes it easier by throwing your leg over his middle.

“Probably some good food in the little village a mile from here. Could probably walk there too.” You hum in agreement, snuggling into his side. You’ve long since gotten over the coldness of his skin, cheek pressed against his chest. He’s got a hand on your lower back, partially to hold you close but also to stop you from rolling off the chair.

Right as your snoozing off, so wonderfully warm beneath the sun and comfortable in your birthday suit, you feel a pair of fingers brush against the backside of your thigh, and then ghost over your exposed pussy.

“You’re despicable,” you murmur, tweaking his nipple between your fingers. Jeongguk snickers, shifting you around so you’re mostly on top of him now, your awakened core pressed against his thigh.

“C’mon, princess,” he goads, running a pair of moist fingers along your thigh again, trying to carefully coax you into doing what he wants. Most things, you now realize, tend to go Jeongguk’s way regardless of other factors. “No one’ll hear us out here.”

“But what if someone does,” you point out, always the voice of reason when it comes to Jeongguk’s ideas. “We could get in trouble, Guk. I don’t know…”

“In trouble for what?” Is his smart rebuttal, shuffling beneath you so you can finally feel the swollen cock hiding beneath his swimming trunks. “Enjoying ourselves in our own home? Oh, the terror.” Upon seeing the uncertainty that still clings to your features, he drops the somewhat cocky attitude to press a kiss to your nose. “It’s all good, princess,” he soothes, ducking down to caress the side of your face with his cherried lips. “If anything, I’ll just bribe our way out of any trouble.”

“Ugh,” you groan, melting into him as you finally give in. “I hate when you say that.”

Jeongguk snuffles a laugh against your jaw, maneuvering the two of you around until you’re laid flat against the cushion with him hovering over you. “When I say what?” He teases. “That my wallet is as fat as my cock?”

You roll your eyes, untying the knot he’d done at the front of his shorts. “Get that fat cock of yours out before I change my mind.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he complies, setting one foot on the floor to push his shorts down, until you’re met with the sight of his stark thighs. You cackle, and his arrogant smirk is wiped off as he glances down at his two-toned legs.

“What happened to getting the perfect tan?” You sneer, tapping a finger against his muscled thighs. “Don’t tell me your ass is this white, too.”

He huffs in annoyance, before reclaiming his spot between your legs again, tugging you down until your cores are pressed together. “Shut up.” You do as he says, words catching in your throat at the feeling of his engorged cock brushing against your wet folds.

His slips a hand down to languidly toy with your folds, his fingers slightly pruny from all the time he spent in the water. It feels a little weird, but any complaints you may have had are wiped away when he nudges your bud with the tip of his pointer finger. You gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders at the sudden stimulation against your core. “Ohh,” you sigh, eyes rolling backwards.

“Feel good?” He checks, eyes trained on your expressions, lips unconsciously puckering to kiss you, even with your writhing beneath him. You let out a high-pitched mewl, much to your embarrassment, cheeks flushed warm from the sun and his ministrations. You nod belatedly.

He lets his wandering hands carry on, carefully travelling across the entirety of your folds. He knows your body like no other, so familiar with the dips and curves, that it’s impossible for him to not immediately locate your g-spot upon plunging his fingers inside you. “G-Guk!” you cry out, hands falling to grip at his biceps.

He presses a kiss to your throat. “That’s it, baby, lemme hear you,” he murmurs, and subtly presses his cock to the inside of your thigh. “Looked so delicious out here,” he sighs, and it’s as if he’s talking to himself. “Wanted to fuck your pretty little pussy from the second I stepped outside.”

Your back arches beneath him at a particular scissor of his fingers, another whine caught in your throat. “Want you so bad,” you whimper, reaching a hand up to tangle in his dark locks. You use the leverage to pull his lips towards yours, meeting in a frantic crash that has you whining against him even more.

His tongue slips past your lips, subduing yours when you try the same on him, and you almost choke on the excess saliva pooling in your mouth. Right before you can, he pulls back in favor of trapping your lower lip between his teeth. Your eyes flutter open, and you meet his own dark gaze.

“Ready?” He huffs, pulling his fingers out from within you. They’re shiny with your slick, almost as wet as they’d been when he was swimming earlier. You nod, dazed from all the pleasure he was giving you, that you can’t do more but spread your legs for him. He leans back on his knees, lining himself up with your hole.

You’d long since eliminated condoms from your relationship with Jeongguk, your trust in each other overwhelmingly so. Besides, you were still on the pill, and Plan B existed, so you never really worried about slipping up and accidentally getting yourself pregnant. Although there were times when he’d go overboard, stuffing you with his cum until you feel bloated, you’d never gotten pregnant before, so you wouldn’t begin to worry now.

Just the idea of feeling him in his entirety has you salivating, needy hands reaching out to grasp any part of him you can reach. Jeongguk snickers at your desperate ways, knotting his fingers with yours before pressing them to the cushion beneath you, the other gripping onto your thigh to keep your legs spread.

The second his tip pushes through the initial tightness, your mouth drops open, indecipherable noises escaping you. “J-Jeon,” you cry, chest heaving at the sudden intrusion.

“Relax for me, princess,” he huffs, just as out of it as you. Your body feels like it’s ascended, Jeongguk’s cock slowly pushing in further with each breath you take. It doesn’t take much longer for him to completely bottom out, the warm skin of his thighs pressing against you.

You’re like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as your body slowly assimilates to the feeling of being so absolutely full. It’s not until Jeongguk subtly shifts his weight onto his other leg that you give him the green light to start fucking you.

You moan, the first few thrusts hitting against every sweet spot inside you. “God, you’re so fucking big,” you heave, clenching around him just to feel the drag of his cock against your walls.

Jeongguk chuckles through his own pants, the fingers entwined with yours becoming impossibly tighter. “You’re too good for me,” he sighs, hauling your thigh further up his forearm until its resting in the crease of his elbow. The positioning allows his strokes to go deeper. You cry out, squirming beneath him with each thrust he gives.

“Oh fuck,” you cry wantonly when he plunges deeper into you, the water that decorated his skin long having been replaced by the sweat clinging to him. Your eyes flutter shut and you’re left only listening to the sounds of you, Jeongguk, and the ocean waves beneath you. “I love you,” you whimper.

Jeongguk grunts, ducking down to kiss you again, his hips not once slowing down. “Love you too, princess,” he murmurs. “Fuck, I don’t deserve you,” he groans, puncuating his statement with a brutal thrust of his cock into you. “Gonna buy you that pretty Valentino bag when we get back, I promise,” he adds, picking up his pace.

You whine, “You don’t have to, Jeon, I—”

He cuts you off, “and that silver Audi you liked at the car show last winter,” he rambles on, seemingly clueless to your protest. “A-And maybe that Louis Vuttion coat that brings out the color in your eyes—”

“I saw the same one at H&M,” you interrupt, swiveling your hips upwards to meet his thrusts. He chokes out a laugh.

“Shut up and just let me spoil you,” he groans, and then seemingly forgets what else he was planning on buying you as he focuses his complete attention on helping you reach your orgasm.

With his focus solely on that, you find the burning feeling in your lower abdomen grow tenfold, voice becoming more annoying with each moan and whine you give. “That’s it, baby,” he encourages, his thrusts sending tingles up and down your spine. He peppers kisses down your chest, each touch leaving your skin scorching.

Time seems to slow when the coil in your stomach finally snaps, an embarrassingly loud moan leaving your lips as your body spasms beneath him. “Oh, Jeongguk,” you sigh, falling limp on the lounge chair as he continues chasing his high.

He pulls out soon enough, giving his cock a few tugs before he’s spurting his come across your lower abdomen, leaning back to admire his masterpiece. He’s panting afterwards, and the backyard feels eerily quiet as you both just gaze at each other with goofy smiles on your faces.

The romantic aura is ruined when he feels the need to say, “hey, maybe now my ass won’t be so white.”

“Fuck, you look sexy,” he murmurs when the instructor finally turns around, leaving Jeongguk to gawk at your body in the tight wetsuit provided. “Gonna fuck you so good tonight.”

“Shut up,” you blush, trying to stop your eyes from violating your boyfriend’s disgustingly gorgeous body in the matching wetsuit he wears. “We’ll get kicked out of the group, Guk.”

He rolls his eyes. “I could have rented the whole place out for us, but someone thought scuba diving with the other corny tourists would be fun.”

You flick his forehead. “You don’t have to buy out every building we go to,” you remind him, memories of this morning’s completely empty breakfast bar flickering to attention. “Besides, I wouldn’t have let you fuck me tonight anyway.”

He scoffs at your claim. “Please, you would have begged me, ___.”

You hit him with the wide end of your swimming fin, then have to apologize to the instructor for your horseplay, much to Jeongguk’s amusement. You narrow your eyes at him, following the rest of the group out onto the boardwalk leading to the boat. “Find me a Nemo, and we’ll do it in the beach cabana.”

Jeongguk’s lips twists into the most devious smirk you’ve ever seen, and he smacks your ass as he runs ahead of you. You yelp, just as he turns to face you just as he nears the group. “Has anyone seen my son?”

[noona-clock]

Which One? Ji Soo - Part 5

Genre: Coffee Shop!AU

Pairing: Ji Soo x You

Warnings: None

Prologue, Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Epilogue  | Words: 2,892

Despite the fact you were now more nervous than ever to go to The Mug and see Ji Soo, you actually couldn’t wait to show him all the pictures from yesterday.

You’d spent basically all of yesterday evening looking through each one of them and researching new presets and filters you could use to create a cohesive theme.

Everyone is a nerd for something; you just happened to be a nerd for Instagram themes.

Well, technically, you were a nerd for design in general. But Instagram theming had become your niche au courant. And, in this day and age, you had plenty of opportunities to let your nerd flag fly.

Since you’d told him yesterday you could come over at any time, Ji Soo had sent you a message just after noon asking if you could come around 8 later that night. Apparently, the shop was pretty busy, and he wasn’t sure he would have a chance to leave Joo Hyuk by himself until around closing time.

Of course, you’d assured him that was fine, and he had promised to make you at least two green tea lattes to help keep you awake.

The caffeine would surely help you then... but what about now? What about all the hours you had before 8pm?

It was currently half-past one...

You had six and a half hours to think about everything which could go wrong. All of the embarrassing things you could say. All of the different ways he could tease you.

Great.

So what could you do to distract yourself?

Well, the first thing which came to your mind was... work on your own Instagram. You had just had an engagement photoshoot the other day, and you were about halfway done editing the pictures. Might as well work on one to share with your followers and give the couple a sneak peek.

You chose a picture of the couple on a swingset, each sitting in a swing and holding hands in-between them. It was actually adorable, and even though you didn’t know the couple personally, they had seemed pretty playful and goofy during the two hours you’d spent with them. Taking pictures on a swingset seemed to just work for them.

After selecting the picture, you first opened it up in your computer editing software. You played around with the details since you had more control, sharpening some things and blurring others. You smoothed out the background and added some very subtle light flares.

Once you were satisfied with how everything looked, you transferred it to your phone and imported it into your favorite photography app. You added the preset you had designed for this specific shoot, adjusting the contrast and exposure as needed to get the coloring just right.

All in all, the whole process took you about half an hour, and once you had uploaded the picture and typed out a caption... There were still six hours left until you met up with Ji Soo at the coffee shop.

Seriously?!

You couldn’t just post twelve more pictures on Instagram. That’s overload!

I guess you could finish editing all of the pictures from the shoot and get them ready to give to the couple... you didn’t necessarily want to work on a weekend, but what else could you do?!

The only thing was, you preferred to get out of the house to edit pictures. If you stayed home to edit every single picture you took, you would pretty much never see the outside world.

And one of your favorite places to go to get work done?

A coffee house.

Usually, you went to Starbucks because, as we established earlier, you were basic like that. You liked Starbucks!

But now...?

Should you be that girl and go to The Mug instead? Even though you were going there later to work with Ji Soo?

Let’s be real, though. The question you should be asking was this: Would you be able to get any work done with Ji Soo around? You were already skeptical that the two of you were going to get a good start on The Mug’s Instagram page tonight. Did you really think you could sit in that shop and focus on work when you knew Ji Soo was just a few yards away, taking orders and making drinks?

You knew the answer was ‘no,’ but you decided to get a second opinion.

“Hey, what’s up?” Jane answered after you’d pressed on her name in your contacts and waited for a ring or two.

“Hey...” you replied a bit hesitantly. “I have... a question.”

“I’m all ears.”

“So...” You took a deep breath, deciding to say everything quickly so she wouldn’t interrupt with shouts of glee. “Ji Soo kind of hired me to help with the shop’s Instagram page. I say ‘kind of’ because they’re paying me in free drinks, which is totally fine. I’m happy to do it. You know I love Instagram. And I’m going over there later tonight to show him how to edit the pictures and stuff, but I don’t know what to do until then. I was thinking I would edit the pictures I took the other day, the engagement photoshoot? Would it be too much if I went over there to work? To the coffee shop?”

Jane didn’t answer at first. You could very clearly picture her facial expression right now. It most definitely looked something like this:

And then, almost a full thirty seconds after you’d finished asking your question, she said, “Could you repeat that?”

“Jane!” you chuckled. “Should I go over there to work or would that be too much?”

“Girl! Yes! You! Should! Go! Over! There!”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling like a schoolgirl with a crush, and Jane continued before you had the chance to say anything.

“Are you serious?! Are you going for it?”

“I don’t know!” you admitted, not doing anything to hide your confusion and hesitation. “I don’t know.”

“Wait, has anything happened?! I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me,” Jane scolded.

Well... she wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t told her about yesterday because you knew she would make a big deal out of it, but... 

So you proceeded to tell her about the pictures you’d taken... and the pictures Ji Soo had taken. You didn’t leave off the part where he’d asked to have copies of those pictures, either.

“WOW,” Jane remarked once you’d finished. “First of all, he totally likes you.”

“Really? Do you really think so? He’s not just super friendly and outgoing and charming?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek anxiously.

“I do think he’s all of those things, but... I mean, come on! He took pictures of you and asked to keep them! He sent a heart eyes emoji when you sent them to him! He, at the very least, thinks you’re gorgeous -- which you are.”

You buried your face in your free hand, unable to say anything back to that. But Jane knew you well enough, and she kept talking.

“Second of all, I think you’re definitely interested, too. Right?”

An anxious sigh fluttered past your lips as you thought about your answer.

Were you interested?

...Wow, okay, was that really a question?

“Yes, of course, I’m interested,” you told her with just a slight whine. “You’ve seen him!”

“But what about his personality?” Jane countered. “Does the inside match the outside?”

“I’ve known him for a few days,” you reminded her.

“What are your first impressions, at least?”

“Well... he teases me like you do.”

“A good start,” Jane said, obviously smirking.

“And there was the whole car thing,” you added. “He took care of everything like it was no big deal.”

“Definitely a plus. I hear it about it for days whenever you have to take your car in for an oil change. Is he nice?”

“I think so.”

“Is he funny?”

“I’ve laughed a fair amount of times at thing he’s said. When I’m not blushing.”

“Y/N, that’s totally enough reason to be interested,” Jane assured you. “You don’t know him that well, yet, but... that’s kind of what dating is all about. Getting to know someone!”

“Dating, Jane?” you snorted. “Don’t you remember I just said we only met on Wednesday? You were there when we met!”

“And don’t you remember I said you’re not going to be single for much longer? Mark my words?”

“Yes, it was actually quite terrifying.”

“Well, mark my words again, my friend. He’s going to ask you out soon. When a guy reacts to pictures of you with a heart eyes emoji...? Yeah, there’s definitely a date on the horizon.”

You weren’t exactly sure about that because you knew Jane was just desperate for you to get a boyfriend so the two of you could go on double dates... but you would humor her, anyway.

“Whatever you say, Jane.”

Ultimately, you decided to wait until after dinner to head over to The Mug, opting to do your laundry and clean up your kitchen while you waited. You figured you might as well do something productive with all of your nervous energy.

You made yourself a sandwich for dinner around 5:30 (making sure to wipe away every stray crumb from your newly cleaned kitchen, of course), and it was just before 6 when you pulled into the parking lot of The Mug with your laptop in tow.

Okay. Here we go.

You slid your laptop off of your passenger seat, clutching it to your chest and making your way up to the front door. Before you even stepped inside, you saw the long line of customers waiting to order.

Good lord, the draw to this place was just incredible.

But then you looked at the two God-like beings behind the front counter and were reminded just why the draw to this place was incredible.

They would probably have to hire more people to help them soon; you couldn’t imagine how hard they must be working right now. How exhausted they must be.

When it was finally your turn to order, you stepped up to the register with a shy, semi-awkward smile.

“Hey,” you greeted Ji Soo.

“Oh, hey,” he grinned, chuckling slightly in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I have some photos to edit for a shoot I did earlier this week, and I figured I needed to get out of the house, so...” you answered with a shrug.

Ji Soo’s grin widened just a little bit (though it was enough to make your heart flutter even more than it already was), and he straightened his posture confidently. “What are you feeling tonight? Another green tea latte or something else?”

“I’m definitely having that latte later, but I think right now... do you have chamomile tea?” Your nerves were kind of in overdrive right now, so you could do with some calming herbal tea.

“Yeah, absolutely,” he nodded. “Go ahead and find a seat, I’ll bring it out to you.”

If Ji Soo wasn’t one of only two people working here, you would think he was giving you special treatment by serving it to you personally...

Although, you were getting it for free. 

Because you were the shop’s official Instagram consultant, and they couldn’t pay you in actual money, but that’s neither here nor there.

You headed back into the shop, managing to find a small table by a window (and an outlet in case you needed to charge your laptop). Within minutes, you had set up shop and had already begun editing away.

“One chamomile tea,” Ji Soo murmured when he brought your cup. “Let me know if you need a refill or anything.”

You nodded, shooting him a quick smile before turning your attention back to your screen.

“I’ll come over when I can so you can show me how to be an Instagram genius like you,” he added, and when you glanced at him again, he threw you a sly wink before heading back up to the register.

Him and that wink! Why was he so good at it?! Why did it make your stomach flip and your heart flutter?!

You waited until he was out of earshot before letting out a deep exhale.

Honestly, why had you even questioned whether or not you could get work done here? Ji Soo just had this powerful effect on you. One wink could send you reeling, for heaven’s sake!

But, still. You had pictures to edit, so you would do your best to buckle down and get as many done as you could.

So, remember how it took you about half an hour to edit that one picture earlier?

You’d arrived here just after 6, and Ji Soo had said the two of you could start working at 8. That gave you two hours.

Theoretically, you should have been able to edit four pictures.

But... how many did you actually get done?

One.

You were currently working on your second, but you had only successfully and completely edited one.

One!

In two hours!

You blamed Ji Soo, of course. He had stopped by your table at least ten times, asking if you wanted a refill or watching you edit over your shoulder or even just making some small talk.

He had thoroughly distracted you, and if that had been his goal for the evening... he’d certainly accomplished it.

When he sat down across from you yet again, letting out a deep, exhausted sigh, you checked the time on your laptop. It was 8:02. Time to start working. ...On your other work, that is.

“Has it been crazy busy today?” you asked, saving the changes you’d made on your picture and closing the lid of your computer so you could see him better.

“Yeah, pretty crazy,�� Ji Soo answered as he folded his arms over the table. “You’ve been working pretty hard over here, too.”

...Had you?

Not particularly, but... he didn’t need to know that.

Because he was the reason you hadn’t been working hard.

“Whoever said the weekend was the time to rest didn’t own a coffee shop,” you chuckled.

“Also wasn’t a photographer, I guess,” Ji Soo added.

“So,” you said with a little sigh. “Ready to learn?”

Ji Soo sat up straighter in his seat, the corners of his lips pulling into a very adorable grin. “Yes, I am ready. Teach me everything you know.”

Since you were going to working on your phones, you scooted your chair over to sit next to him, trying to ignore how amazing he smelled. Even after working all day, he smelled heavenly.

You instructed him to pull up one of the pictures you’d sent him last night along with the ones he’d taken of you, a picture of one of the drinks. You’d deemed it your practice picture because it would be pretty simple to edit.

“So, I think with the whole atmosphere of this place, your feed should have more a warm feel to it,” you explained. “Bright but warm. I found a really good preset and made some adjustments to it. You should be able to just use it on any picture, and that should help a lot with creating that theme.”

Ji Soo listened intently, following all of your directions as you walked him through downloading the app he needed as well as the preset you’d created. You showed him how to import the picture, add the preset, and make any tweaks in case the picture didn’t look quite right.

“How did you learn how to do this?” Ji Soo asked after he’d saved the changes on his picture.

Your lower lip jutted out thoughtfully, and you shrugged. “I don’t know. I just kind of... did it. I’ve always loved photography, so I took a lot of classes in school. I also took a lot of web design classes, so I just meshed those two skill sets together, and here we are.”

“Well, I am pretty sure The Mug is going to have the best Instagram of any coffee shop around,” he grinned. “Just as long as you’re always on hand to make sure I did everything right.”

“Yes, of course,” you chuckled. “I’m just a text or phone call away.”

It had taken the two of you over an hour to get that first picture edited, so the shop was now well and truly closed. You stood from your chair, grabbing your laptop and hoisting your bag over your shoulder.

“Here, let me walk you out,” Ji Soo offered, gently resting a hand in-between your shoulders.

You accepted, of course; you were kind of traumatized about going to your car in the dark only to find it wouldn’t start. It would cut out at least five minutes if Ji Soo was already there.

Thankfully, you’d been able to park a bit closer this time, and... Ji Soo was surprisingly quiet the whole walk there.

You’d barely known the guy for four days, but even you knew something was up.

As soon as you approached your car, however, you heard him take a deep breath.

“Hey, so...” he began, his brow furrowed as he somewhat avoided your gaze. “I was wondering... are you -- “

Oh, my.

Was he...?

“Are you busy tomorrow night? I was hoping we could... go out.”

Part 6

[patton-croc-agenda]

Claws and Effect Ch.1

A/N: I’ve been planning this fic for a while now, so I’m super excited to share it aHH! Updates might be slow until Coral and Crowns is finished, but I finished this about a week ago and have lost all patience. This chapter is pretty slow, but things will pick up real soon, promise!

Next: Chapter 2

Summary: Becoming the superhero Morality wasn’t exactly Patton’s first choice of career, but he liked to think he’d been handling it well enough- balancing his alter ego and regular day job at his cousin’s cafe. That is, until a familiar face walks into Sanders Delights, and a mysterious new villain appears soon after.

Pairings: Romantic logicality, Platonic Sleepality

Words:  3,703

Warnings: None

Cross his heart and seal it with a pinkie promise, Patton was not falling asleep on the job. No sir, not he! He was just...trying to very slowly blink the dryness out of them.

“Patton?” Patton’s head snapped up and he turned to face Thomas, who was wiping one of the counters with a quirked brow.

“Stay up too late watching Parks and Rec again?” Thomas laughed. Patton laughed along with him, refilling the napkin dispenser.

“You know me, Thomas,” Patton said brightly, feeling the amusement rolling off Thomas in steady, soft waves. Patton hated lying, but he technically didn’t. Lie, that is. Thomas did know him. He just happened to be wrong about Patton’s nightly pastimes. His ribs still ached dully from where an unruly gang member had decided to kick him.

“Sure do, Pat,” Thomas’s gaze flicked up at the sound of the bell above the door jinggling merrily. “Though, I think someone knows you even better.” He gestured towards the man who had just walked in, decked in a leather jacket, messenger bag, and dark sunglasses- an iced coffee dangling losely from one hand.

“REM!” Patton shouted, suddenly very awake. He launched himself over the counter- a shock to Thomas apparently- and threw himself in his arms. Remy chuckled warmly, contentedness, affection, and love bubbling around Patton.

“What’re you doin here, kiddo?” Patton asked, walking over to let himself back behind the counter, inviting Remy along as well. “I doubt it’s more coffee, as you said the aesthetic of Starbucks outranks even the actually good tasting stuff we make at Sanders Delights.”

“Mmmm, yeah, you’re right as always Patty,” Remy took a sip of the coffee he did have, placing it on the counter, “I came for two reasons. The first: I need a job.” Patton blinked, feeling Thomas’s confusion as well.

“Why? What happened with your last job I thought you loved it,” Patton said, worry churning in his gut. Remy offered him a soft chuckle, ruffling his carmel curls.

“I did, kinda. I got fired for ahem,” Remy made air quotes, “‘misusing and tampering with dangerous equipment.’” He scoffed, crossing his arms, “Like, if you didn’t want me using the equipment, then don’t make it so easily accessible. So, yeah, you got a job opening or two?” he turned to Thomas who thought.

“Well, we are always open to hiring family. Wait...why two?” Remy shrugged nonchalantly.

“My buddy Helen quit, a little before I got fired actually. She’s been lookin’ for a job. She’d have most of the same qualifications as me, y’know?” Thomas bit his lip, thinking.

“Well a couple kids won’t be working here much longer since they’re graduating so I suppose...”

“Awesome, thanks TomTom, love ya! I’m stealing my lil bro now though, bye-bye,” Remy, grabbed Patton by the arm and started to drag him away.

“Wh- Remy, I have opening shift starting in ten minutes. You can’t just take the only other person working!” Thomas protested. Patton pulled his arm away with a laugh.

“Yeah, sorry Rem. I’m actually currently employed.”

“Wow, okay, first, I’m wounded. Second: can I at least take you into the back? I need to show you something, like right now. Or I will die. And then you’d lose me. Which would suck, Patton.” Patton giggled, feeling the light teasing bounce across his skin.

“That sounds fine, right Thomathy?” Patton turned to Thomas. He sighed, equally dramatic, and leaned against the wall.

“I suppose I can live without my best barista/cashier for five minutes,” he said, throwing a wink at the two. Patton laughed and Remy saluted, dragging Patton into the back room. It was small and cramped- clearly not meant for being more than a storage room. Despite this fact, a rickety old card table and a couple beanbags were tossed on the floor for employees who wanted a quick break between rushes. Remy threw himself down into one of the beanbags and rifled through his bag.

“So, what is so so important you had to show me right now?” Patton asked, plopping down in the beanbag across from his brother. Remy grinned sharply, excitement and mischief sparking and poking at Patton as Remy pulled out what appeared to be a strip of fabric.

“Tada! It’s a new mask,” Remy tossed it to Patton, who caught it with one hand.

“What’s wrong with my old mask?” Patton asked, looking for eyeholes and finding none. Remy scoffed, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Patty Patt, you got real noticeable eyes. We’re lucky no one has caught a closeup view of you on camera yet. Plus, with this one you can’t skimp out on putting in contacts, and I think that’ll help with your glasses budget” Patton blushed, studying the mask again.

“So...how am I supposed to see out of this?” Patton asked. Smugness danced across his skin as Remy leaned forward, removing Patton’s glasses and tying the mask around his face like a blindfold. Somehow, Patton could still see through (well, see as well as he could without glasses or contacts), with only a slightly dark tint to everything blocking his vision.

“Woah, how did you manage this?” Patton asked, flexing his fingers. Even though the fabric was light, the clarity of what he was seeing was still quite impressive. Remy shrugged, but that smugness was still there.

“Lotsa coffee and a couple late nights. You’re welcome,” Remy pulled a notepad out of his bag and made a few checks, “Only 36 left.”

“Oh no, how will I live when you run out of owed favors,” Patton deadpanned, taking the mask off and shoving it in his apron pocket  while he slid his glasses back on. The prodding teasing was back as Remy slung an arm across Patton’s shoulders.

“You won’t. I’m going to kill you,” Remy pinched Patton in the side, causing him to squeal, “zap zap you’ve been tased.”

“No tasing allowed! Sanders Delights is a safe zone,” Remy playfully smacked his forehead.

“Ah, how could I forget?”

“That’s one extra favor- you’re back to 37.”

“What? Boo!” Remy shoved Patton’s shoulder as they exited the back room. Patton froze, the air around him crackling. His skin began to crawl and itch and prickle and tingle and burn and freeze. He looked up slowly to see the cafe already had a large amount of patrons present.

“There you are!” Thomas said, making a latte, “we got really busy the second you left and- Patton are you alright?” Patton shook his head, attempting to clear the cobweb feeling of emotions clinging at him.

“Y-yeah. Just gimmie a sec,” Patton had to mentally shove away the worry gnawing at him coming from Remy’s direction as he breathed in through his nose. He breathed out slowly, focusing on himself- his ears to be specific. When switching to his enhanced hearing, it always felt like his ears popped. The sound seemed to go from muffled to unbearably loud. The sudden cacophony was almost as bad as the sticking, itching, burning, freezing feeling of emotions all around, but as Patton found a target of focus, the difference was immeasurable.

“Journalism just ain’t working huh?” he let his focus be on a couple of girls on the opposite end of the cafe, the other sounds muffling in comparison.

“Ugh, it’s just so dishonest. I swear if I have to do one more phony story I’m gonna lose it,” the woman stabbed her straw into her drink. Patton closed his eyes and let his hearing slowly trickle back into empathy, trading sounds for emotions. The feeling was much less intense now that he was expecting it. The whole ordeal felt to him like it took an obnoxiously long amount of time, but considering everyone just went along with it, he assumed it was in actuality much closer to thirty seconds.

“Okay, sorry about that!” Patton trotted over to Thomas, who simply shrugged, and kept making his order. He and Patton fell into a steady rhythm for a few minutes before Thomas spoke up again.

“Wanna train your brother? Since we’re hiring him and all that,” Thomas scribbled a name on the cup in his hands while Patton bagged a doughnut- subtly trying and failing to lick the glaze off his fingers without being caught.

“Sure!” he said, turning to Remy and bumping shoulders with him. Remy snickered and menacingly reached his fingers out to brush Patton’s sides. Patton squirmed and stifled his giggles with a half-hearted glare before diving in.

Another few minutes, and the rush had died down notably. Remy seemed to quite easily get the hang of making coffee and bagging pastries, so Patton let him genuinely help out a little with Thomas’s okay. It wasn’t the most thrilling job, but Patton figured if Remy wanted excitement he should’ve cared more about keeping his previous job.

Patton, lost in his thoughts to help fight off the monotony of his job, startled at the bell above the door announcing a new arrival. The cup he’d been holding jumped from his grasp and tumbled onto the floor, rolling away from him. If Patton were the type to swear, he would’ve just then as he got down on his hands and knees to chase after the darned thing.

He was so focused, he hardly heard the customer’s smooth, monotone voice as he ordered from Thomas. Patton paused a second, swearing it was a voice he’d heard before. He shrugged it off, however, because it wasn’t uncommon for people to come in multiple times, even if they weren’t regulars. Patton finally succeeded in retrieving the cup, making a victorious sound in the back of his throat.

“And your name?” Thomas asked.

“Logan,” the man said. Patton jolted up suddenly, slamming his head on the counter and letting out a strangled hiss. He looked up, rubbing the back of his head, and saw Remy pull his shades down a hair.

“Hooooooly sh-” Patton pinched Remy’s leg, making him yelp. “I was gonna say holy, uh, sharks. Yup,” Remy said, popping the p before he took his shades off the rest of the way, green eyes like fire, “Logan Lehrer?”

“That would be correct. Do I know you?” Patton definitely recognized Logan now, as he could sense the strange, muffled buzzing against his skin. Patton never could figure out how his emotions were so dulled down to the point he could hardly pick them up, a factor that had drawn him to the other time and again during high school. He couldn’t dwell on his newfound wonder, however, because Remy was looking down at Patton, a wolfish grin on his face as he slid his sunglasses back up his nose. Patton shook his head wildly.

“Ohhh my God, gurl, you don’t remember?” Patton knew Remy was probably fluttering his lashes as mischief began poking at Patton once more, “I was the annoying one who asked you way too many personal questions that one time you had a project with my brother!” This was the first time Patton was hearing about this and he glared up at his brother from where he was still crouched, vowing revenge and a very lengthy lecture on privacy.

“Oh. Remy,” Patton felt clear annoyance break through the dull buzz, scratching down his arms. He winced, but was glad it wasn’t as extreme as it was when he felt it from other people, “Of course you work here.”

“Nah, I don’t quite yet,” Remy started making Logan’s order, dodging around Patton as he did so, “this is free labor, baby.”

“Right,” Remy set the drink down and put his elbows on the counter, raising his eyebrows. “Speaking of your brother, though, how is Patton?” Patton’s legs were getting tired from being crouched for so long, and Thomas was giving him questioning glances from where he was standing.

“Well,” Remy’s hand landed at the base of Patton’s neck, bunching the fabric of his shirt in a fist, “why not ask him yourself?” Remy yanked up, and for the five seconds before Patton was still blissfully hidden he managed a tiny internal mantra of please don’t still be hot, please don’t still be hot, please don’t still be hot.

Gosh. Darnit.

Logan blinked his warm, golden brown eyes in shock that was like sudden static against Patton’s skin as he adjusted his glasses.The shock melted back, but Patton could hardly care as his internal functions were all screaming abort abort, still hot! Still hot!

“Patton? What were you doing under the counter?” Logan asked. Patton coughed, holding out the styrofoam cup he had been chasing after when Logan first entered.

“Dropped this!”  Good start, good start, Now, play it cool, Sanders, “Soooo. We have the same glasses?” Nailed it.

Logan gave another surprised blink before narrowing his eyes at Patton.

“You would be correct. Odd, did you have those frames back in high school?”

“Uhhhh,” Patton looked to his brother for assistance, who shook his head slightly, “No?” Patton had never hated not being able to feel Logan’s emotions clearly more than he did in that moment, as Logan arched one of his stupid, perfect eyebrows and leaned against the counter.

“You sound unsure. Do you honestly not recall if you’ve bought new frames since then?” Logan asked. Patton opened his mouth then paused. Because he suddenly remembered-

“This is my fifth pair in the last month. I lose track.”

“What? Patton, how do you break five pairs of glasses in a month?”

Don’t say beating up bad guys, don’t say beating up bad guys, don’t say-

“I am just. So, clumsy,” Patton put his palms flat against the counter, staring at it in mild horror. Remy sympathetically patted his back and slurped the last of his coffee loudly.

Patton was saved from further embarrassment when the bell rang again and Remy let out a loud gasp, soft, featheriness coming from him as he darted around Patton and threw himself into the arms of the man who just walked in. Said man looked extremely done despite having only just arrived as he curled his arms around Remy, who planted a loud, obnoxious kiss on his cheek.

“Hey Ethey-pooh,” it was slightly mocking, but fond. The man rolled his eyes.

“I despise you.”

“Love you too! Come to see me at work? You’re the bestest,” Remy climbed out of his boyfriend’s arms, and Patton watched him warily. Ethan Serpent was a notorious liar, and known to occasionally swipe small objects. Patton didn’t really like him (which was saying something- he liked everyone), but he made Remy happy, so he kept his complaints to a minimum.

Ethan lounged against the counter, ignoring everyone as Patton focused his gaze back on Logan. He was looking above Patton’s head, brows furrowed. Patton turned to see Logan was watching the television they kept above the counter for people to watch if they wanted. The audio was off, but subtitles were on. A reporter (Patton thought it might be one of the women he saw earlier, actually) was shown, her lips moving slightly off from the words at the bottom of the screen.

“In recent news, the hero dubbed Morality has recently aided in taking down the gang the…” the woman squinted “babbling baboons? Police and Scientists still marvel at the strength, speed, and abilities of flight this superhero displays.”

“Fascinating,” Logan breathed, another precious emotion breaking through the cloud and washing across Patton. Wonder, pure and clean. Patton was probably sweating, so he ducked his head and scrubbed a little more aggressively than necessary at the counter.

“Oh. Him. That’s no big deal,” Patton let out a hysterical little laugh, “guy showed up a few months ago and beat up some criminal who was trying to rob a couple. It just so happened the boyfriend of the lady he assaulted was a vlogger or something so, uh. Yeah. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him yet.”

“Oh, I moved out of state for college. I only came back because a job offer was given to me about a month or so ago, and the local news has not exactly been my top priority.”

“Nor social interaction, if you haven’t heard any gossip about Mr. Morality,” Remy called from where he was running his hands across the chest of Ethan’s yellow sweater.

“Stop having eye sex in my cafe,” Thomas said, carrying a sack of sugar out from the back. Remy pouted, folding his arms and scrunching his nose.

“So. A real life superhero, huh? I wonder how his powers came to be. Also, where did he get the costume? And why is it cat themed- that seems rather silly.”

“Hey! That costume is awesome, excuse you,” Remy said, leaning against Ethan, who looped an arm across his shoulders.

“You have excellent tastes,” Ethan informed Logan. Remy beamed.

“See? Ethan agrees with me,” Remy curled a hand around the back of his neck and tilted his head down to kiss him.

“You two are repulsive,” Logan deadpanned, turning back to Patton. Remy huffed.

“You won’t be saying that when you get a boyfriend, Logan,” Remy said. Logan ignored him.

“Well, I best be off then. It was a pleasure to see you again, Patton. Can not say the same for your brother.” Patton laughed, and, in a moment of impulsiveness Patton was quite well known for, he stopped Logan from leaving by reaching over the counter and hooking onto his arm.

“W-wait!” Logan turned, and Patton turned pick as he raised one of his stupid perfect eyebrows again. “I, uh, want my phone number?” Logan blinked, a softness growing around the edges of his emotional buzz.

“I would not be opposed to that.” Patton scribbled his number on Logan’s coffee cup, handing him a small bag with a doughnut in it.

“For luck, y’know?” Logan’s smile was soft.

“Thank you, Patton.”

~~~

Patton really, really needed to lay off the sweets. He grunted as he struggled to yank on one of his boots. One would think running around 6 out of 7 nights a week would help him lose weight, but apparently not.

He really hated how thick his calves were, especially now. He didn’t want to wear his crocs either, because he was pretty sure they would fall off if he needed to fly at all. Along with that, Remy had informed him he was probably one of the last people on earth who wore them because they were a, quote, “fashion disaster”. Plus, his pair had cute little jibbitz that looked like cookies, cats, dogs, and rainbows, so someone would probably find it suspicious if the renowned hero Morality had the same crocs as the culinary arts major who worked at the little cafe in the heart of the city.

Grunting, Patton finally managed to get the dumb thing on, only to realize he had yet to put on the other one. He sighed, wedging his foot into it after much trial and error. He stood up, walking in small circles to adjust, before heading over to the mirror in front of his door. He ran a hand through his curls, trying to tame them somewhat before he pulled up his hood. He couldn’t suppress a giggle as he fiddled with the ears on the top. Of all the costume designs to get stuck as his brand, Patton was glad it was the cat. He tied on his mask, looking at himself one last time. Remy was right, he looked way different when his eyes weren’t visible.

Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked to the window, slowly opening it and looking around. No one in sight. Good. Patton pulled himself up onto the window sill, nearly purring as the wind whipped around his face, making his cape flap around him. He leapt into the air, feeling his flight take effect as he floated up and landed lightly on top of one of the buildings.

Patton stared out across the city. There was something about being a hero that Patton loved, even when he wasn��t helping people in the moment. Just the rush of knowing what was to come. It made Patton feel just a little bit braver.

With a grin, Patton thundered across the roof and leapt into the air. His stomach dropped, and it felt like the world was going in slow motion even as his heart rate increased. Then, the moment was over as his feet made contact with the top of the next building. Call him an adrenaline junkie, but there were worse things to get high on.

He landed in a crouch after a couple more rooftops, taking a moment to catch his breath. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he stood up straight to wipe it off. He looked up, seeing the tallest building in town a little ways ahead. Patton flew up towards it, landing on the top and gripping the lightning rod, hanging over the edge and scanning the town. This was his favorite place to perch and look for trouble, as it gave him a great overhead view. Patton did wish one of his powers was super vision, but he guessed his ears would have to do.

Patton let his super hearing take over, scanning across town. A group of teenagers here, a few drunk guys there (he’d keep an ear on them), but nothing terribly out of the ordinary. Patton sometimes wished there was more interesting stuff happening, but he would immediately scold himself and remind himself that boring was good. Boring meant no one was getting hurt.

Patton was just about to give up and start just doing his regular patrol, when there was an explosion from the outskirts of the city. He jolted, the sound rattled around in his skull, making his head throb painfully. He couldn’t even tell if it had really been loud, or if his super hearing just made it seem that way. Maybe both? Either way it was still more excitement then he’d seen in months.

Despite the guilt and worry gnawing at his heart, he couldn’t help the tiniest smile from curling on his lips.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

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Inspired and alone

I just wrote a recent entry about how I made my money. In that I mentioned a patient who inspired me. It’s been a few hours since I posted that and could not stop thinking about this notorious patient... I gotta get it out... I gotta just tell it! 

We will call him Amazon (it’s the first word I saw when I looked up, sorry, I’ll try and be more creative next time). Amazon was about 82 when he landed a spot in my unit of the hospital I worked for. I’ll admit that when I first met him I didn’t think he was any more special then the 60 year old in the next room, to me, a patient was just that: a patient! The hospital I worked at has a wing for the Wealthy, I didn’t work that wing, I worked the ER right next to it. While I saw the druggies, drunks, rape victims and stabbings (the list goes on), just on the other side of the wall lived a land where the patience laid on temperpedic mattresses, had one nurse for every two patients (while in ER you take on about 6-10 depending on who’s scheduled). Everything was different, it was like coming out of a high end store and walking right into the hood! Literally, that’s how different it was. While our waiting rooms had wait times of up to 3 to 4 hours, that wing had a special phone line for these wealthy members to call and announce their arrival, at which point the linens were placed, bed available (not shared), a fruit basket for their guest to enjoy while waiting in their own private living room. Their menu was ridiculous too, ‘ridiculous’ when you compare it to the soupy salt less mashed potatoes, stale graham crackers and watered down orange juice. That wing had dinner options for the guests (up to 2), salmon, some type of roast or something else. Their water came in bottles and water glasses. The patients had to survive on a better quality diet that it typically suggested by the attending Doctor. Their were several perks to being in that wing, one being the awesome accommodations, the second, YOU WAIT FOR NO ONE. There is a Doctor available. Can’t find yours? THEY WILL FIND HIM AND BRING HIM TO YOUR ROOM. On that floor, it was said, that when a Doctor has his patient in that wing, they do not leave (they stay in a designated resting suite) because they have 10 minutes to report. This comes with a hefty membership cost. Back then (2015) I believe I heard someone say it was upwards of a 150K ‘’donation’’. Today I KNOW FOR SURE THAT DONATION IS A LOT HIGHER. 

I had a friend who worked in that wing, she always complained about how BOUJEE her patients are or how demanding their guests are, I just smiled and listened. I kinda knew the feeling but had no desire to fuel her opinions, we all had problems with patients, but this is what we signed up for! While I was standing in her nurses station I noticed how many nurses would go to lunch at the same time, I was shocked. The ER was permitted one at a time, if the day was slow (which hardly happened) you’d be lucky not to eat alone. While I stood there I was noticing other tiny differences. For instance, they don’t have crash carts near by, they don’t have many assistants, in fact I think they had way more records people on the floor then actual nursing staff. As luck would have it someone started Coding. Apparently this didn’t happen often as I looked at my friend and she looked lost, as though she had no clue what to do! I yelled at her to call ER for a crash cart and to call the MD on call. I bolted to the patience room and immediately started my ER shift. Thankfully the patient pulled through and this brought great attention to the response time. Can you believe that floors director had the gull to yell at me for responding! Because it wasn’t my floor! OMG, the nerve! Needless to say she was fired for that among other things, but that’s neither here nor there.  Directly across the hall was patient by the name Prime, first name Amazon (I know, I know! Next time, I PROMISE I’LL TRY HARDER!) who would one day turn into my best friend. 

A few days after that happened I was given an award via the hospital for my quick thinking and whatever else they wrote on it. With that came a gift basket and a sealed envelope. I thought it was quite amusing when they said the envelope is from a patient of the hospital and they were under strict orders not to open it. They suggested playfully for me to read it out loud, to which I kindly declined. On my lunch hour I sat in my car and opened the envelope. Inside was a $25.00 gift card to starbucks <3 and a short handwritten letter from the Prime Family. They said they watched the whole event and were incredibly impressed with my quick response and ability to help. They admitted that although they do not know the family of the man who Coded, that Mrs Prime took it upon herself to let them know who saved their family member. I’ve been told that Mrs. Prime also ripped the hospital a ‘new one’ for its lack of education for the staff- I never bothered to see how that turned out. They left their phone number and ask that I call it because they had some questions for me. Of course that struck a curiosity. What could these people possibly need to ask ME? I waited a few days (no one wants to seem desperate), and oddly enough when the day came, I felt nervous. 

When I called it rang exactly 5 times when a cheerful voice answered ‘Hello, This is Mrs Prime’. WHO ANSWERS LIKE THAT!!! Important people I guess. I said something lame “Hi, I got a letter asking to call?” I had nothing clever to say! REALLY!!! She giggled and said ‘’I didn’t think you were going to call! I’m so glad you did! My husband and I would love to sit and talk to you about a potential position, if your interested”. At that time I was working at the hospital, I had a decent schedule, benefits, and was established, but where there is an opportunity to grow, I will always entertain the idea. She asked if I can come by their home the very next day. At first I was a little hesitant because these are complete strangers, what if they murder me? Or what if they try to get me to play some kinky game? Ewww. Anyway, I went. 

They lived in a very expensive country club in our area. I couldn’t believe it. I fell in love with just the front of their house, as I sat in my car I prayed to be kept safe and to not fk up my words! I felt I took an eternity to walk to their front door, but the walk was nice. They had a tiny river running under the walk path, fruit trees on both sides, everything immaculate! I reached the 23 steps to get up to their front door. I knocked on the enormous steel double doors. A Hispanic woman opened the door with the biggest smile on her face. For a split second I thought of that movie GET OUT, I thought GIRL IS YOUR SMILE SUPPOSE TO GIVE ME THE SIGNAL? WHATS GOING ON! She asked me to come in. Standing in the entry way really made you feel tiny. There was beautiful artwork and busts on custom built cut outs, polished concrete floors- impeccable. I was at a loss for words. The woman walked me towards a grand living room (I bet my living room would fit in there maybe 5 times! No exaggeration). They had an over-sized ivory colored sectionals (ahh, the luxuries of not having small children in the home) with light grey and cream colored throw pillows surrounding a glass coffee table. They had a small marble cheese platter, so fancy these Prime people were! Mrs Prime immediately stood up and shook my hand, and on a recliner was the top of a balding head with a sea of white hairs. She cheerfully said “This is Dr Prime” he reached his old wrinkled hand out to shake my hand, a firm grip. He was not all smiles like his wife, he was more serious. He had CNN on the lowest volume. He was not for chit-chat, he immediately gave me a short background of himself. He said he has been a Doctor for over 45 years, he explained that he became handicapped because of a bad knee surgery that could not be reversed, hence keeping him from all his social activities. He walked at snail speed and used a walker, he was embarrassed and felt like a burden to his family, he didn’t say it directly but I heard him loud and clear. He said he appreciated my professional performance at the hospital and wanted to offer me a full time position in his home. To me this seemed like such a risk! I had kids to take care of! I can’t leave a solid stable job for something that can potentially go bad. I explained my circumstance and said I was flattered and appreciated his interest in hiring me but that I couldn’t risk not having money coming into my home in the event that he fired me for whatever reason. He laughed, the kind of laugh that almost says ‘don’t be silly’. I looked confused because these are moments I only watch on movies, these things don’t happen to me. He said he will have his lawyer draw up a contract and to let him know what I want (yes, this part was a little creepy, there’s millions of nurses who know as much as I do, WHY ME!). I joked and said ‘’Dont play with me Mr Prime! I’ll ask for everything, including your walker! Then what are you gonna do!” Everyone laughed, it was at that moment that I noticed a ‘CLICK’ between all of us. Humor was his way of facing everything, a shield I often used when I’m nervous. He said he noticed that he was putting me in a difficult situation then proceeded to ask me question, “what does the hospital offer you that you feel you can’t let go of?” I said “my insurance, my kids benefit from that”. Then he asked “what about the hours you work, do you like those?” I said ‘’not really but it’s responsibility”. He then said “I WANT TO HELP YOU, and I need you to help me, we both are taking risks, you ready?” The way he delivered his words locked me in, he seemed so absolute and confident. It took me a minute to answer when he said “this is what we will do, give me one week to have my lawyer draw up a contract that will make us both happy. You can then review it and decide at that point, what do you think?” To that I did agree. 

Exactly a week later, his housekeeper... no, assistant? no... right hand woman to the Mrs? no... I still don’t know what to call her, it wouldn’t even matter, because I didn’t know then that I was eventually going to take her job. Anyhow, She (oh gosh, we need to name her guys! We will call her Rosa, truthfully, I think her name really was Rosaline, or Rosemary or something like that) called and said Dr Prime would like to see me this evening, I agreed. After my shift I went to his mini-mansion and found him, his wife, and two other men in suites sitting at a round cherry wood dining table. I felt so out of place! Here I am showing up in crocks and scrubs and these people look like their about to have some fancy dinner. The house smelled GREAT! Someone was cooking, I know it wasn’t Mrs. Prime. Anyway, I went and sat across them (talk about feeling like your in the Lion’s Den). One of the men in the suites introduced himself and said he is an Estate Lawyer for the Primes and that he will be reading my contract to me. I have that contract in my possession but its LONG! So I’ll highlight the benefits. 

If I took this employment opportunity I will be required to travel with the family. Certain accommodations will be available for my family in the event that the trip is more then 2 days or out of the Country. I was to receive a Vehicle to be used only for trips that Dr Prime needs to be transported. I will be responsible for all medical equipment and prescriptions in accordance with his personal MD. I am to be available to the family 24 hours a day with no days off (I know, hold on, I’ll explain), If I get sick I am to schedule an assistant and visually be of assistance from my location to ensure safety and organization. I will have access to a Credit Card for any work-related expenses (Pay attention, this gets better). In case of personal family issues, arrangements will need to be made known to Dr and Mrs Prime as soon as possible. In taking this position I will be allotted $1,000.00 in uniforms including shoes a year. This position will require me to overlook a private chef who will prepare breakfast and lunch for Dr. Prime. On Occasion I will need to ready him for social events. In the contract it stated that in case something should happen to Dr. Prime that I will have a year’s pay.  There’s more but this was the gist. I was overwhelmed, THIS DOES NOT HAPPEN TO ME!!!!! They covered everything! All my worries were spoken for. I looked at Dr Prime straight in the eye for what seemed like forever. I felt like he was saying IT’S GOING TO BE OK the whole time... I signed. 

I turned in my immediate resignation at the hospital and quickly went to work. One the first day he said to get my car keys, there was a beautiful black Range Rover that was to be called my WORK vehicle. I asked how this was suppose to work? Am I suppose to leave it here? He said no, you take it home, your on the clock 24 hours a day, you need it. OMG!!!!!! Then he said there was fine print that was not included in the contract but that I needed to know about- awww shit! Here we go. He said “my wife and I are snow birds, we will be here 5 months out of the year and the other 7 months we spend it in Vermont. I CANT GO TO VERMONT FOR 7 MONTHS!!! He quickly came in and said “you are only on the clock until I am settled in out there, when the time comes for me to go back, you will pack up everything, ship it, fly with me, and hand over my records to my daughter who lives out there and has an assistant to help me” He informed me that it would be like a vacation and my kids are welcome to go as well since this process usually takes about 2 weeks. He said the car can still be used because I am still on the clock according to my contract. 

Fast forward a few years. Him and I became the best of friends. He was a great debater, I enjoyed out conversations. He was to me what Tumblr is now... my personal therapist. He always had great advice and truly came to care for my family, and my family for his. 

There’s a lot to say about him, and I will eventually. It still hurts to not have him around. Although I stayed fairly close to his children and wife, he is a massive existence that can never be replaced. He was my financial guide, he told me how to make money that can work for me. My job was easy with him, I think the emotional part was the most challenging. Aside from his physical ailment, he suffered with depression and has mentioned not wanting to be around anymore. As a matter of fact, at one point he took some pills he knew he wasn’t suppose to have, they were his wife’s. He was rushed to the hospital, as soon as he was himself again I dropped the bomb on his old ass! What a selfish move! And not that I struggle with my own anxieties, I can understand the feeling, I wish there was more I could have done to help him with that. Side note: no, he didn’t die of suicide, it was natural causes. 

In the end, when God took him home, I was home. It was about 9:30 a.m. when I got the phone call from his house, and it was his daughter crying uncontrollably. I obviously got worried and said IM ON MY WAY, she said “No, It’s not that, my daddy passed away this morning” I dropped to my knees and cried. I remember because I was in my backyard doing yard work with my kids. I remember they hugged me, I was numb for weeks to come. About two weeks later his wife called me to help her with some things. When I showed up, her kids were there too. They all hugged me and cried quietly. Mrs Prime said she needed me to fly with his remains back to Vermont because no one else had the strength to do it. I agreed. Before I left Mrs. Prime said the lawyer was going to contact me in a few days, I cut her off and said “really, I don’t want anything, he was a great friend and you all have been so kind to me” she just smiled and said it again “the lawyer will call you okay”. About 3 weeks went by and a lawyer called to come to his office. When I went he said that Mr. Prime added me to his will and requested a few things for me. 1. My vehicle keys will be surrendered to lawyer for updated vehicle. 2. I will receive pay from the Family Trust for 3 years of the same amount discussed. 3. 2 College accounts have been started courtesy of the Family Trust for my two boys. 4. All bills for my household will be covered by the Family Trust for one year. 5. A letter. 

I was as white as a ghost. I definitely didn’t deserve that! The lawyer handed me a manila folder with a single white envelope that read the following:

MY TRUEST FRIEND, 

I WISH I COULD SAY THAT LIFE IS EASY KID, BUT WE BOTH KNOW IT’S ONLY EASY FOR THOSE WHO REALLY WANT IT THAT WAY. I’M WRITING THIS TO SIMPLY SAY THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR MANAGING TO MAKE ME SMILE AND FEEL ALIVE. FOR NOT TREATING ME LIKE A DYING MAN. THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME AND MY FAMILY ENTER YOUR HEART LIKE YOU ENTERED OURS. THANK YOU FOR NEVER LEAVING MY SIDE WHEN I WAS TOO SCARED TO ADMIT IT. I WISH YOUR BOYS SEE YOUR WORK ETHIC AND EMPATHY FOR PEOPLE AND ABSORB THAT. YOU ARE A GIFT! PLEASE TAKE CARE OF MRS PRIME, YOUR CONTRACT IS NOT OVER UNTIL SHE’S GONE. YOU WILL HAVE A FOREVER JOB HERE, AS LONG AS YOU WANT IT. THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS KEEPING ME IN YOUR PRAYERS AND FOR SHOWING ME THAT HONESTY AND NOBILITY STILL LIVES. ILL SEE YA AROUND KID! I LOVE YA!

[chicagocityofclans]

Eun Hae “Esther” Yoo → Arden Cho → Siberian Tiger

→ Basic Information

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight  

 Born or Made: Born 

 Birthday: February 2

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Religion: Animism

→ Her Personality Esther can come off as annoying or feisty at first, but people always seem to warm up to her as she wiggles her way into their hearts. She has no problem flirting with people, but she doesn’t risk falling in love, not wanting to risk losing them. She is highly intelligent and finds it easy to learn new skills. That is mostly tied to her incredibly curious nature. Overall, she is good with people, especially teens and young adults.

Esther can put on a brave face but if you look closely enough, you’ll see the cracks. She is rather confident with herself and has little to no insecurities. She is full of passion and is a bit dramatic at times but she truly means well. She is fun loving, open and immensely generous with everyone around her. She enjoys taking the younger students under her wings. She has dedicated herself to learning every musical instrument over her teenage and young adult years. Her love for music was forced upon her at a young age to keep her anxious hands busy, but luckily for her, she fell in love with it. Esther became one of Illinois’s finest but never pursued a music career besides teaching others with the love for music or in need of a hobby.

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Music Teacher 

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Nature and 90’s Music

Two Dislikes: Starbucks and Limitations

Two Fears: Claustrophobia and Entrapment

Two Hobbies: Extreme Sports and Astrology

Three Positive Traits: Imaginative, Approachable, Free-Spirit

Three Negative Traits: Blunt, Unpredictable, Runs on Emotions

→ His/Her Connections

Parent Names:

Seoyeon Yoo (Mother): Their relationship is the most important relationship in her life. Esther considers Seoyeon more as her best friend.

Toyun Jiho Yoo (Father): Toyun was the sole provider for their family which unfortunately meant he wasn't around as much during Esther's childhood. She and her dad are freshly building a relationship now that he is retired and she is older.

Sibling Names:

Ru Ji ‘Remy’ Yoo (Brother): Remy was born one year after Esther and has been a thorn in her side since. He is the typical annoying and unbearable little brother that she would die for.

Children Names:

None.

Romantic Connections:

Carter Bialar (Past Casual): They may have flirted more than once. And they may have gone on a few casual dates but neither of them knew what to call it. They eventually moved on and agreed to be ‘Just Friends’.

Benjamin Francis Miller (Ex Boyfriend): Esther was excited and happy when Ben showed interest in her. She knew about his past relationship and looked past them. They lasted a few months before Esther called it quits.

Platonic Connections:

Chris Bialar (Alpha): Esther respects Chris as her alpha and is extremely loyal to him. There was some awkwardness when she and Carter attempted their dating, but that is all in the past.

Malia Agyeman (Best Friend): Malia is the Leslie Knope to Esther’s Ann Perkins. Esther is sometimes in awe of her best friend, a passionate activist who is so incredibly loving. She pushes Esther to think of things in a different way, and in turn Esther pulls out her creative side.

Judson Cleirigh (Social Friend): Esther is glad she had the opportunity to make friends with a Warlock. She doesn’t care what others think about her enjoying some of her free time with other supernatural creatures.

Farrah Al-Abbasi (Childhood Best Friend): They played in CYSO together, and spent nearly every day together from the ages of 9-18. Farrah moved to Boston to be the harpist in the Boston Symphony Orchestra, but they facetime at least 3 times a week.

Gretchen Sims (New Bandmate): Gretchen has recently reached out to Esther after an open mic night, about starting a casual band.

Rebecka Blake (New Friend): Rebecka quietly entered her classroom and sat down and listened to her play one day. It took Esther a few minutes to realize that she had an audience but she finished the piece. It choked Esther up a bit, but that formed the bond between them. She’s really happy Rebecka came.

Hostile Connections:

Ben Nile (Ex): She’s learned to never date a musician, especially one that is as into the music scene she is. While they don’t hate each other, they still haven’t had time to heal from their relationship and it’s awkward.

Catalina Debenek (Former rival): When Esther played in the Chicago Youth Symphony Orchestra, she and Catalina had an intense rivalry for viola First Chair. A few years ago they got drunk and reconnected, but they certainly aren’t friends.

Pets:

The Minions (Sand Ant Farm): Esther keeps it in the back of her classroom. It was left by the previous professor and she couldn’t bring herself to throw it away.

→ History Eun Hae “Esther” Yoo was born into a long line of cat shifters. Her line can be traced back to some of the first Korean Chicago settlers in the 1800’s. Her ancestors and parents never forgot their heritage, therefore, Esther grew up speaking multiple languages and celebrating three cultures; American, Korean, and Animism. By the time Esther was born, her father was advisor to the Alpha, which was passed down from generation to generation. Being raised in a family of shifter cats was not always easy for Esther or her little brother, Remy, considering they wanted a ‘normal’ life but the supernatural life was the only life they ever knew.

They each achieved their normal in some ways though. Remy became incredibly skilled in swimming and Taekwondo, competing with other kids in the city and even almost making it to the Olympics. Esther got her shot at normal through the Chicago Youth Symphony Orchestra. She mainly played the viola and worked vigorously with the other kids in that group. Being in CYSO was the most influential experience in Esther’s life. It gave her friends in music, exposed her to so many different people and cultures, and gave her a love of teaching. She used to spend time not at practice, watching her instructors teach the younger kids. It was there that she decided she’d never play professionally, but that she’d teach the future generations. When she told Farrah and then the rest of her friends, they were confused, but supportive. She went to Northwestern Beinen School of Music for music education and continued to play in the Northwestern symphony orchestra while there.

→ The Present Esther finished school and began working as a music teacher to middle school students. She enjoys her job and the students that take her class seriously. Esther gives private and group lessons to supernatural creatures only. She believes there are enough human musicians and would rather focus on those who cannot hire humans at risk of being exposed. Her free time is spontaneous as her daily activities. One day she could be out at local bars with some of her supernatural friends or out playing sports with the locals, and the next she could be out shopping with the girls and other days she is at home helping cook random dishes. Although, most of all she enjoys teasing and pranking her little brother as he trains with their father and Chris to become the next pack advisor. She knows he’ll do a magnificent job but considers it payback for his teasing and pranking when she first started working at the school.

Recently Esther has started playing with other musicians again. Gretchen Sims saw her perform at a local open mic night and asked her to start a band with her. They’re still in the process of auditioning others and writing music, but the biggest problem seems to be Ben hanging around with the other hyenas. Gretchen suggested adding him a few times, but Esther wants more space than that.

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Arden Cho (Eun Hae Yoo) [1][2][3]

[starboyjxmin]

First Love (Yoongi x Reader) Pt. 2

Synopsis: Hoseok has a daughter but things take for worse turn as soon as he discovers at what cost.

(A.N. This was suppose to be a Hoseok fanfic but I took a bold, maybe not so much, action that turned it into a Yoongi fic. Also, this is my first fanfic on Tumblr! Bare with me please, much love! X.)

First Love

Years later.

Yoongi had adopted Hoseok’s daughter, adding her a middle name since many of his friends from work had middle names. She was Rose Olivia Min. A name the boys would joke about to him as Rose grew up. 

The only way they had to confirm that Hoseok was well and alive were the signed adoption papers stating he was giving Yoongi permission to adopted Rose the following day of her birth.  A few weeks later, she was a Min. 

“Do you really want to adopt her?” Taehyung asked Yoongi the day the papers were handed to his hyung. 

“Why?” 

Tae was secretly hoping that Yoongi would have cringe in some form as he read the documents. Tae was hoping he could adopt Rose. But that didn’t happen.

Another way they were confirmed about Hoseok’s existence were the monthly checks of $4,000 that were sent with Yoongi’s name as the receiver of the checks that were for Rose’s college fund as well as anything she needed and the weekly letters addressed to her. 

Yoongi had become a father. He was proud to say it. Taehyung was later added into the legal guardianship of Rose a year later as the “second parent” which had caused Namjoon to previously learn about laws if Yoongi and Taehyung had to be married for the second parental custody of Rose. This of course, caused Yoongi to roll his eyes the whole time they were at the judge’s office. 

“Do you Min Yoongi take Kim Taehyung,” The white judge had slightly mispronounced Tae’s name which made Jin snicker which had Namjoon slightly push his friend with his shoulder. “To be your lawfully wedded husband?” Yoongi gave a curt nod.

“I take you to be my lawfully wedded husband.” He sounded strained when saying husband. 

“Do you Kim Taehyung,” Now it was Jimin who snicked followed by Jungkook shushing him. “Take-”

“I actually made vows.” This caught everyone off guard except the Judge. “Is it okay to read them?”

“I don’t see why not.” Taehyung took out a folded napkin from the hospital caferteria Jin had handed him to wipe his wet face when Hoseok had left his daughter in Yoongi’s arms. 

“I stand here in front of all of our friends, your family, my family, our family to vow more than love and security to you, Min Yoongi. I vow to take even turns when Rose cries at night, to clean after her when she takes your last slice of cheesecake, and to be there for you in everything. I vow to stand by your side, to aide you at your worst, and when the music stops. I am a simple man but as I stand here and vow to hold your hand through parenthood and our adulthood, please understand that I will always love you, hyung. I, Kim Taehyung take you, Min Yoongi, to be my lawfully husband.” 

“I don’t see why we have still have to baby proof the house when Rose is already 7.” Tae was firmly pulling onto the bottom cupboard from under the sink, trying to retrieve dish soap. Yoongi was sitting at the counter island they had in the middle of the kitchen which had caused him to cry when trying to do it himself instead of hiring someone else to do it.

“I’m worried she could accidentally swallow anything poisonous or hurt herself.” He was busily clicking away on his laptop composing music. 

Tae scoffed.

“You have to realize she’s growing up.”

“I am, that’s why I’m cautious.”

“Daddy,” Their sassy seven year old stood from the doorway with her hand on her hips.

“Yes?” Both men turned to the direction of Rose.

“I think Oppa Juju is being annoying.” Tae instantly turned back to the dish he was washing.

“What did Jungkook do?” Yoongi was now placing his blue Beats on the counter next to his laptop. Rose huffed.

“He said that if I didn’t stop drinking the last sips of coffee you let me drink from your Starbucks, I’ll be as short as you and Oppa Jimin.” Rose didn’t speak Korean, it was something they forgot to teach her as a toddler. Namjoon was conviced it was for the best if she didn’t know their mother language in case she ever came across Hoseok in any way. Well, that reasoning was actually Yoongi’s idea. Hoseok was long dead to him. Rose was his daughter, not Hoseok’s. It didn’t matter that she was created thanks to his ex best friend or that his blood ran through her veins because the truth was that Yoongi was the one who raised that beautiful girl. 

Rose was simply her father’s daughter with his same feline eyes but bigger, giving her doll kitten like eyes, she held his bluntness and his button nose. However, sometimes Tae would look at Rose as she went about her daily life and was suddenly hit with the notion that she was a mini Hoseok. As much as Yoongi would deny her resemblance to the distant man, they both could see their past friend’s smile and his glowing demeanor in the little girl. Rose was quite the dancer, something Jimin would jokingly say she got from him but all 6 men knew the truth. But what was more of a concrete fact was Rose’s green eyes. Her mother’s eyes, staring into Tae’s soul. 

“JEONGGUK!” Tae shook his head, looking back at the sink. He chose to ignore how Yoongi began to yell at Jungkook who had ran down the stairs laughing as he tried to clear up the “misunderstanding”. 

Taehyung sighed, wiping his wet hands on the back of his jeans, and walked to the living room where Jimin was lazily sitting on the couch like some sort of dog with The Muppets playing on the TV.

“How long?” Jimin shut his eyes as his hand ran through his now black hair.

“This is the 13th run. She won’t put anything else.” Tae chuckled, patting Jimin’s thigh as he sat down next to his friend of many years. 

Laughter was heard from the kitchen.

“Yoongi is going at it still?” 

“Your husband is too much when it comes to Rose.” Tae playfully smacked Jimin.

“He’s not my husband. But yeah, I know. By the way,” He paused the movie before turning his upper body completely to Jimin’s direction to speak to him correctly. “Will you be free tomorrow?”

“What for?” 

“Rose has teacher parent conferences and I don’t think I will be able to make it. Yoongi said he would go but I wanted to go along with him so Rose sees we are both invested in her education however I have a meeting tomorrow that might run a little late.” Jimin gave his friend a surprised look.

“I thought you were the CEO.” 

“No, that’s Yoongi. But he works here at home for Rose.” Jimin laughed at his friend for the correction. Taehyung was actually a model for Ralph Lauren. He starred in the cologne commercials and on the side, owned a music label along with Yoongi. 

“So... Don’t you have your own hours?”

“Yeah,” Tae rolled his eyes at the absurd comment. “But I’m the face of the company, I strike to worker harder than my employees.” 

“Hey nerd,” Yoongi had walked into the living room with Rose sitting on his shoulders. “I need you to go to Rose’s parent conference tomorrow with Tae. I have to send Tiller the demo of what I produced for his new album so he can show me what he has written so far.” 

“I think I’m going alone since Taehyung just asked me for the same favor.” 

“You did? Is the Miley thing tomorrow?” Tae nodded at his husband who was now groaning, which made Rose tug on his hair.

“Daddy, why don’t I have a mommy?” There was a brief silence in the room. V looked down at his shoes, suddenly the green strip on the side was the most interesting thing he had ever seen. Jimin cleared his throat after seeing his friends looking down awkwardly.

“Rosie, what makes you say that?”

“My friends talk about their moms. Angela asked me about my mom but I told her I didn’t have one, just dads. She said mommies are fun but then asked me if she could have two dads too because it sounded cool.” Her small hands were piled on top of Yoongi’s head neatly as she spoke to Jimin.

“So you want to know if you could have a mom.” He stated this instead of asking by which was followed by a nod from her. “Jungkook’s girlfriend can be your mom for a day so you could see how you like it.” Tae looked at Jimin sharply. 

The little girl shook her head.

“No, I want daddy to meet my teacher Ms. (Y/L/N). I want her to be my mom.” Yoongi closed his eyes, wishing he could disappear or that the ground under his feet would split open and swallow him whole.

“Tae?” Jimin pointed to V who was still glaring at him.

“No, Yuyu.” Rose hugged her father’s head with her small arms. 

“Why not Tae?”

“Don’t ask-” Rose interrupted her dad.

“Because I’m going to marry him when I’m older. Daddy is my prince.” Taehyung felt his heart squeeze itself and this haze of happiness wash through his body. He was always sure that Rose favoured Yoongi a lot more than him and saw him more as her father than she did with Tae. It was to be expected, he thought, since Yoongi was the one who was always home with her. But after what she said, he was sure Rose loved him as much as she did love Yoongi. Parenthood was beautiful, he would never trade it for anything else.

“But you’re my queen, Rose.” The child giggled and flashed her dad a huge smile that instantly brought Hoseok though his mind. 

“Jimin,” Jungkook popped his head into the living room, his body hidden behind the wall of the dining room. “I have to go home to study for my exam tomorrow.”

“That’s my ride home. I’ll go to her conference, okay? Love you Rose.” Jimin stood up, walked to Yoongi and held Rose’s hand while her other was tugging Yoongi’s hair playfully. “Bye hyung.” He shook Yoongi’s hand then waved to Tae before leaving with a talkative Jungkook. 

“So uncle Jiji is going to my conference?” V nodded at his daughter then flashes her his boxy smile. “Okay. Why did you pause my movie?” Her father groaned as he wrapped his fingers around Tae’s outstretched hands. 

“We have watched this movie too many times.” Yoongi pulled on his husband’s hands.

“Let her be,” He replied to his partner whose boxy smile has disappeared when complaining about the movie. 

“Fine, I’m going to work on Miley’s stuff. You watch this boring movie with her.” Taehyung tugged Yoongi’s slender, long fingers before letting go. “I love you both.” And with that, he retrieved to the kitchen.

“Are you happy daddy?” Yoongi was starting to pull his daughter off his shoulders gently.

“Very.” He was. Sometimes.

“Is work hard?” The little girl quickly jumped out of her father’s arms as soon as she was off his shoulder’s, bouncing onto the couch.

“No, not really. Is school difficult?” He sat down next to the excited child who was now wiggling in her seat. 

“No, not really.” Rose smiled at Yoongi, an instant flash of Hoseok’s face danced through his mind. 

“Tell you what, I’ll tell Tiller that I will have to see him next week so I can go to your conference tomorrow with Jimin. Does that sound good, Rosy?” She smiled even bigger and clapsed her hands tightly in joy.

“YES!” He would do anything to see her smile.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), my dad is very pretty.” You had a very interesting class filled with second graders who were busy at the moment with times table sheets you had assigned them to finish. But Rose, the little girl who always waltzed around the classroom, was constantly bugging you about her father. She was smart, no doubt about it. However, as a recently divorced adult, you weren’t exactly interested much in the seven year old match maker.

“I’m sure,” Your absent minded response to the child seemed to have engaged her to further the description of her father’s physical attributes.

“He has kitten eyes, black hair, long eyelases, he’s pretty, also tall but Juju calls him short.”

“I think Juju might be right.” Your red pen grazed the white paper, leaving clots at certain angles of your writing.

You had meet Juju twice, and twice he was a sweetheart. His real name was Jungkook and a med student, soon to be neurosurgeon but you had watched enough Grey’s anatomy to know that it was too soon for Juju to decide just yet.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), can we finish later?” A student asked. You quickly looked at the clock behind you who had their arms a few minutes away from school ending.

“Sure. Pack up everyone!” There was no need to say it since most of them now had an empty desk with their backpacks laying over the grey tops. “Those of you who have parent conferences with me, stay.” The bell rang shortly afterwards. Rose was still standing there by your desk. “You have conferences with me?” The little girl nodded.

“My daddy is coming, he’s never late. Jimin is coming too.” 

“Jimin?” 

“He’s my uncle.” You stood up from your traditional, boring teacher desk to look for Rose’s files. 

“Tio Jimin? You don’t call him Jiji?” Her file was actually thick which meant a good thing.

“Yes but his name is not hard to say.” You placed the heavy file on your desk, looking at the pale yellow colour of the bolder with curiosity. Would her father actually be cute or did she just see him with eyes of love. Of course she saw him with eyes of love, it was her dad.

“My name is fairly easy.” A sweet, almost teen like voice brought you to give him your attention rather than the file.

Jimin, you assumed, was a beautiful man. He resembled Prince Eric in a way with his black onyx like hair. He has a beautiful smile, his eyes merely slits on top of cute, chubby cheeks. 

“JIJI! YOU CAME!” Jimin held his arms out as the little girl raced and thumped against him.

“Of course I did, your dad is still in the car,” You noticed the man’s hard, muscular arms as he picked up his niece. His hands were small but veins adorned each finger, his rings emphasizing the smooth, vein ridged skin. “He’ll be here soon.” Jimin looked up at you, his dark eyes creating the cartilage in your knees to become jelly like. 

“Hi, I’m Rose’s teacher, Miss-”

“(Y/L/N).” He practically breathed your last name, a new sensation echoed through his wet mouth at how your last name caused his tongue to arch as he said it. 

“Y-yes.” You had your arms crossed over your chest, clearly fluster by the man in front of you. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin, he rather much enjoyed the sight of the pink in your cute, chubby cheeks and how your arms seemed to tighten around each other pressed against your chest, trying to mask your uneven, shallow breathes. If anything. they seemed more emphasized with every second he held your eyes with his.

“Hi Rosie, I’m sorry I was a bit late.” You couldn’t believe who was the owner of the new, rich deep voice. Taehyung Kim stood next to Jimin, taller than you had thought from the commericals. He was busy poking Rose with his long finger. What was this? How did she have such attractive relatives? This seemed straight out of a novela, making you shake your head. 

“This is Ms. (Y/L/N).” The attention was soon shifted to you. Taehyung took in the sight of you, a fine aged wine that was only brought out for the best of occasions is how he looked at you. Little did you know that he was actually evaluating you.

“Hello, I’m Taehyung.” He walked right before getting into your personal space and outstretched his huge hand, intimidating you far more. 

“Hi,” You held his hand, feeling his fingers wrap against your small shaking hand and gave it three short, polite shakes but he didn’t let go afterwards. Tae held your hand, his other hand was now clasping your nervous hand. Both of his engulfing hands were holding onto your single hand. 

“Rose loves you, she always talks about you and how you take care so well of your class.” He was praising you, making your hand sweat a bit. “You have become my favourite person because of it.” Taehyung was still holding your hand. 

“Thank you, now if we could have a seat by my desk so we can go over her performance here at school.” This was a signal for him to let go of your hand, which he did not do. 

“I’m a great student! Right, (Y/N)?” You walked to your desk, with Taehyung trailing behind you holding your hand. Jimin followed closely, hoping none of this wouldn’t turn into a disaster.

“Don’t call her by her name, she’s your teacher. Have we not taught you about respecting your elders and formalities?” Tae had let go of your hand, taking a seat in front of your desk as he spoke to his daughter that was now kissing Jimin in delight. 

“No, it’s okay. She’s a great kid, always caring and looking out for everyone, I see she’s much more loving with you guys.” Jimin was laughing as Rose started to pop her lips. 

“Yeah, she’s handful sometimes with us, especially with Yoongi.” 

“Yoongi?” Jimin was now seated next to Tae, and in front of (Y/N) who was pulling files out of her cabinets. Rose spoke of Yoongi to you a lot, her father. But she just called Taehyung daddy. 

“Yeah, his husband.” A smack between the two males didn’t go unmissed by you as you placed Rose’s file. You looked at the name tag on the file. Rose Olivia Min. Not Kim. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware-” This was awkward. You weren’t homophobic in any way. You were pansexual yourself but you were embarssed that it never crossed your mind that Rose was the offspring of a gay, also married, couple. It was so obvious from the second that she called Tae her father when not a few minutes before Jimin had gotten there, she was talking about her father Yoongi as well to you. But, she was trying to, wait. This didn’t make the slightest sense.

“It’s okay can we start? My husband will be getting home soon. He doesn’t like it when Rose isn’t home before him, he’s pretty attached to her.” 

“Sure.” You opened the file, turning it to their direction.

“I’ll take that into consideration, also nice lyrics, man.” Yoongi smiled at Bryson who laughed. 

“Bro, you make amazing beats. I’m telling you, this company is going to get bigger than it already is.” Bryson shook the other male’s hand. With that, they both said their good byes. Yoongi was already in the elevator, looking down at his Rolex. 

“Three fifty-seven.” He had finished 2-3 minutes earlier than what he had written down for his agenda, meaning he has 2-3 minutes more to get home before his family. The soft swish of the elevator doors went unnoticed by him. Tae had sent him a text about you, saying you were kind but too timid. Rose was the top student of the class, although talkative and dancing around when she should be seated. Jimin had also texted him saying that if Yoongi didn’t want the young teacher, he would kindly like to have her as Rose’s aunt instead of mother. Yoongi growled at his friend’s silly text. The girl wasn’t anything near to his interest. Music was his wife, Rose never seemed to understand that he was married to music and Taehyung, he didn’t need nor what anything else. 

The elevator dinged, bringing him out of his thoughts. 

“Thank you.” He said to the elevator as he stepped off into the underground parking lot.

“You’re welcome Kim Yoongi.” The electronic voice said back before closing the doors of the elevator. 

When Namjoon had given the boys the elevator as a gift for their new company, he had recorded Yoongi as a Kim as a gag for the newly weds. He had even bought them a two week honeymoon at Cancun, everything paid even their restaurant “dates”, It was common knowledge between the boys that Yoongi was pansexual, just not attracted to his partner in that way. Jin had offered to take care of the one year old, something both men refused. They bought Rose to the honeymoon, she slept between them and accompanied them everywhere, especially when they were out eating. Yoongi at first was annoyed by the robot calling him Kim Yoongi but after 6 years, he was use to it, even smiled at times. 

The feline eyed man got into his Jaguar, checking his mirrors were correct, and then put his seat belt on. 

The whole ride home he found himself thinking of Hoseok. Hoseok had broken his heart, many times actually. Yes, he did feel something for his younger friend but what had really crushed his heart was how Hoseok was willing to leave his own daughter. Of course she was left with the best people but the fact that the man that once made him so happy did not even hesitate to abandon his newborn that day at the hospital and signed the adoption papers to give away his offspring. It hurt more than Yoongi could ever explain to Taehyung when they were alone, legs entangled like vines in bed at 2 A.M. It was.. more than a hole in his soul. He felt for his daughter, fuck Hoseok he thought. Taehyung was also involved with Hoseok for a brief bit back when they were still together as a band, but it was Yoongi that loved Hoseok more than music. How was it that Taehyung was willing to overlook that Yoongi had feelings for his previous partner, was a mystery. Taehyung was straight as was Hoseok but they were always off with each other, being too public sometimes of their adventures. Bi-curious was what Namjoon had labeled the boys as. They were playful, but not too careful. Yoongi was never one for labels but for his own heart break as a young man, agreed to Namjoon’s explanation. 

Before his mind could slip into how Hoseok had met Rose’s mother, he realized he had already pulled into the driveway of his home. He muttered to himself how was it even possible that he had a driver’s license when he usually zoned out while driving, it was dangerous. He noticed Jimin’s car was parked to his own car in the driveway signaling that they were home already. 

Yoongi got out of the Jaguar, locking it behind him as he slightly jogged to the red door of his home. His slender, piano finger prodded the button between the window and red door as he heard the lullaby he had composed Rose the day she was born, ply thought the house, muffled behind the wood of the front door. He heard Tae laughing, sending his heart into a frenzy. The distant memories of the two in the practice dance room back in Korea flashed behind his eyes, making him wish things were different. 

“Yoongi Hyung!” It was Jimin who had opened the door. 

“Hey Jimin,” Yoongi stepped into the house, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the wall next to where the key holder was. His friend smiled, closing the door behind them. 

Tae’s laughter could be heard bouncing on the walls. 

Yongi smiled.

“It went that good?” He said as he looked back at Jimin who had his hand on the back of neck, nervously rubbing it. 

“Hyung-”

“Where’s my kid?” He was unbothered by the weird look on Jimin’s face as he heard Tae roaring in laughter now. He followed the direction of where the laughter was originating from. 

“Hyung, she’s asleep.” Jimin followed right behind Yoongi who was walking through the kitchen now. 

“Then why is Tae laughing? Is he watching a movie?” Both men stopped as soon as they stepped onto the carpet of the living room. 

You were sitting with your back facing the two men who you were oblivious about, with Tae sited right next to you who had roars of laughter shaking though his whole body. 

You enjoyed his extremely, manly voice. It was enough to lull you into a blissful sleep. But his laugh, was enough to make you forget the awful divorce you had just undergone not so long ago. 

“But why are you laughing at my misery?” You whined at the older male who was cover his face now with his large hands.

“BECAUSE I CAN’T BELIEVE HE CHEATED ON YOU WITH A CAM GIRL!” Taehyung barked, his body furiously shaking with the roll of every laugh he let out. 

You felt your cheeks burn, causing you to hunch over on your thighs in embarrassment. Tae was a great man, you were really enjoying his presence.

“I think that’s enough torture for the poor girl, Tae.” A voice growled from behind you. This voice had cut off the booming laughs of the Ralph Lauren model. It was almost eerie. 

“Welcome home, Yoongi.” Taehyung said. Yoongi. The owner of the voice was Yoongi, the father of the girl you taught. How inappropriate of you to do this. He sounded angry too, he did growl at his husband. 

“Hyung, this is (Y/N).” Jimin had an asmrist’s voice which almost immediately caused you to not feel as scared as you were when Yoongi had spoken. Still embaressed, you straighten up, and turned to Yoongi. 

You stared right into his soul as he did as well. Both of you realized you were both looking into forever.

Part 3

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Coffee’s For Cuties

Summary: Coffee shop AU. It’s your first day on the job and your very demanding boss sends you to pick up coffee. With a ridiculously complicated order, you’re sure to annoy the barista, but what if he’s more understanding than you expect? 

Word Count: 1,168

Warnings: none? 

A/N: Please forgive me if this isn’t up to my usual standards. I’ve been really sick for the past few weeks and we’re still trying to figure out exactly what’s wrong with me. I currently can’t keep any food down so I’m having trouble focusing because my energy levels are pretty low, but I really wanted to do something productive, so this happened. Anyway, here’s some cute, fluffy Bucky to (hopefully) brighten your day. 

You trudged through the New York streets, yawning as you desperately tried to wake yourself up. Today was your first day at a new job, and you hadn’t been able to sleep the night before. Your mind was buzzing in a mixture of anxiety, excitement, and anticipation, the combination of which had caused sleep to evade you. This was your dream job, and you still weren’t quite sure how you had managed to get it, but you weren’t going to question it. You just hoped that you could make it through your first day without any major problems. 

Upon arriving at the office, you quickly found your energy leaving you. While you had once been excited to work under your boss, you were rapidly discovering that she had quite the reputation amongst her employees. She was demanding, to say the very least. She wanted what she wanted, exactly when she wanted it. She didn’t tolerate lateness or excuses, no matter how valid they were. Every little detail had to be exactly the way she wanted it, or there would be hell to pay. You were supposed to sit down with her to get some training, and to better understand her expectations. Instead, what you got was a rude awakening.

She had barely even looked up at you when you stepped into her office. There was no greeting, no welcoming you to the company. “Ah, you’re here then. I’ll need a coffee. Venti caramel macchiato, no foam, six shots, light on the caramel, no whip, at exactly 200 degrees. I expect it on my desk in no more than twenty minutes, but no less than 15.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You asked. You were starting to feel like an intern all over again.

She raised an eyebrow at that, looking at you over her glasses. “Oh, I’m sorry. I assumed that the HR department had actually hired someone competent this time. It appears I was mistaken. I will repeat myself this once. In the future, if you don’t hear me the first time, then just leave your badge before you go. Learn to pay attention. If you can’t keep up, you don’t belong here.”

You stared at her in utter disbelief, but managed to nod meekly. “I- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Be useful, or be replaced. The choice is yours. Now I suggest you get going. Your incompetence has already cost you 2 of your 20 minutes.”

Gulping nervously, you rushed out the door, down the stairs, and towards the Starbucks at the end of the block.

“What’ll it be?” the man behind the counter smiled at tiredly. According to his name tag, his name was James. It seemed like his day wasn’t any better than yours.

“Uh, I’ll have a… a venti…uh, a venti caramel macchiato, uh hold on,” you muttered, fishing through your purse until you found your phone. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to remember your boss’s order, so you had quickly written it down.

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” the man behind you complained, making you sigh. You loved living in New York, but some of the inhabitants of the city could use some major attitude adjustments.

“Sorry, sorry.” You apologized. “Uh, okay, I need a Venti caramel macchiato, no foam, six shots, light on the caramel, no whip, at exactly 200 degrees.”

James groaned as he scribbled down the order. He looked as tired as you felt. “Are you serious? What is it with people today… Look, I can make this, but I can’t guarantee how fast it’ll be. We’re kind of backed up at the moment.”

That only served to make you even more nervous as your eyes started tearing up. “I know, I know. I’m sorry I - ”

“Whoa, whoa, hey there. Let me guess, it’s for your boss? You work at the law firm down the block, don’t you?” James smiled at you kindly.

“How did you know?” You flashed him a grateful, albeit relieved, smile.

He chuckled, passing the cup on to his coworker. “Hey, Anna, I’m gonna need a rush on this. It’s for Claudia, and we all know how temperamental she is.” He turned his attention back to you, his smile putting you at ease. “We all know Claudia around here. We’ve seen her employees come and go. I had a feeling it was for her the second you ordered, but your terrified face confirmed my suspicions. Let me guess, it’s your first day there, right?”

You chuckled weakly, a blush bringing a pink tinge to your cheeks. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“There’s a unique look of terror that I only ever see on the faces of her newest victims – I mean employees,” he grinned. “Hey, I know it’s not much, but this one’s on me – I’m sure Claudia won’t actually pay for her own drink, god knows she makes enough to afford it, though. And I’ll even throw in a free coffee for you too. You look like you could use it.”

“You’re a life saver, you know that James?”

“I do what I can. And you can call me Bucky,” he extended a hand out to shake yours.

“Y/N.” you replied, smiling gratefully, his touch sending a little spark through your fingertips. You weren’t sure if it was just static electricity or something else entirely, but you did know that you didn’t want to let go. 

“Well, Y/N, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around here more often. If Claudia knows what’s good for you, she’ll hang onto you. You seem like a keeper.” James was such a flirt, you almost couldn’t believe your ears. But now you had something to look forward to each day.

“Let’s hope she thinks so too.” You agreed. “I hate to do this, but I really should go. I’m pretty sure your caffeine-deprived customers might kill me if I take up any more time. And speaking of killing, Claudia might just do that too if I don’t get back soon.”

“Well we can’t have that, now can we?” Bucky flashed you another brilliant smile, his blue eyes shining. “See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You headed over to the counter, grabbing the two coffees and running back to the office as fast as your feet would carry you. You arrived with only moments to spare, as Claudia was just about to close the door to her office. “Well, it appears that you’re not completely useless. That’ll be all for now. You can go to your desk and answer emails. They’ve been piling up since the last girl left. I’m sure that will keep you busy enough.”

With that, she retreated into her office, closing the door behind her, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You practically sunk into the leather chair before taking a sip of your coffee. Bucky was right. You definitely needed it.

When you went to put the cup down, you noticed something written on the cup, right under the logo. Turning the cup, you realized that it was a phone number, along with the words call me ~ Bucky.

Maybe this job wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Eun Hae “Esther” Yoo → Arden Cho → Siberian Tiger

→ Basic Information

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight  

Born or Made: Born

Birthday: February 2

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Religion: Animism

→ Her Personality Esther can come off as annoying or feisty at first, but people always seem to warm up to her as she wiggles her way into their hearts. She has no problem flirting with people, but she doesn’t risk falling in love, not wanting to risk losing them. She is highly intelligent and finds it easy to learn new skills. That is mostly tied to her incredibly curious nature. Overall, she is good with people, especially teens and young adults.

Esther can put on a brave face but if you look closely enough, you’ll see the cracks. She is rather confident with herself and has little to no insecurities. She is full of passion and is a bit dramatic at times but she truly means well. She is fun loving, open and immensely generous with everyone around her. She enjoys taking the younger students under her wings. She has dedicated herself to learning every musical instrument over her teenage and young adult years. Her love for music was forced upon her at a young age to keep her anxious hands busy, but luckily for her, she fell in love with it. Esther became one of Illinois’s finest but never pursued a music career besides teaching others with the love for music or in need of a hobby.

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Music Teacher

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Nature and 90’s Music

Two Dislikes: Starbucks and Limitations

Two Fears: Claustrophobia and Entrapment

Two Hobbies: Extreme Sports and Astrology

Three Positive Traits: Imaginative, Approachable, Free-Spirit

Three Negative Traits: Blunt, Unpredictable, Runs on Emotions

→ His/Her Connections

Parent Names:

Seoyeon Yoo (Mother): Their relationship is the most important relationship in her life. Esther considers Seoyeon more as her best friend.

Toyun Jiho Yoo (Father): Toyun was the sole provider for their family which unfortunately meant he wasn’t around as much during Esther’s childhood. She and her dad are freshly building a relationship now that he is retired and she is older.

Sibling Names:

Ru Ji ‘Remy’ Yoo (Brother): Remy was born one year after Esther and has been a thorn in her side since. He is the typical annoying and unbearable little brother that she would die for.

Children Names:

None.

Romantic Connections:

Carter Bialar (Past Casual): They may have flirted more than once. And they may have gone on a few casual dates but neither of them knew what to call it. They eventually moved on and agreed to be ‘Just Friends’.

Benjamin Francis Miller (Ex Boyfriend): Esther was excited and happy when Ben showed interest in her. She knew about his past relationship and looked past them. They lasted a few months before Esther called it quits.

Platonic Connections:

Chris Bialar (Alpha): Esther respects Chris as her alpha and is extremely loyal to him. There was some awkwardness when she and Carter attempted their dating, but that is all in the past.

Malia Agyeman (Best Friend): Malia is the Leslie Knope to Esther’s Ann Perkins. Esther is sometimes in awe of her best friend, a passionate activist who is so incredibly loving. She pushes Esther to think of things in a different way, and in turn Esther pulls out her creative side.

Judson Cleirigh (Social Friend): Esther is glad she had the opportunity to make friends with a Warlock. She doesn’t care what others think about her enjoying some of her free time with other supernatural creatures.

Farrah Al-Abbasi (Childhood Best Friend): They played in CYSO together, and spent nearly every day together from the ages of 9-18. Farrah moved to Boston to be the harpist in the Boston Symphony Orchestra, but they facetime at least 3 times a week.

Gretchen Sims (New Bandmate): Gretchen has recently reached out to Esther after an open mic night, about starting a casual band.

Rebecka Blake (New Friend): Rebecka quietly entered her classroom and sat down and listened to her play one day. It took Esther a few minutes to realize that she had an audience but she finished the piece. It choked Esther up a bit, but that formed the bond between them. She’s really happy Rebecka came.

Hostile Connections:

Ben Nile (Ex): She’s learned to never date a musician, especially one that is as into the music scene she is. While they don’t hate each other, they still haven’t had time to heal from their relationship and it’s awkward.

Catalina Debenek (Former rival): When Esther played in the Chicago Youth Symphony Orchestra, she and Catalina had an intense rivalry for viola First Chair. A few years ago they got drunk and reconnected, but they certainly aren’t friends.

Pets:

The Minions (Sand Ant Farm): Esther keeps it in the back of her classroom. It was left by the previous professor and she couldn’t bring herself to throw it away.

→ History Eun Hae “Esther” Yoo was born into a long line of cat shifters. Her line can be traced back to some of the first Korean Chicago settlers in the 1800’s. Her ancestors and parents never forgot their heritage, therefore, Esther grew up speaking multiple languages and celebrating three cultures; American, Korean, and Animism. By the time Esther was born, her father was advisor to the Alpha, which was passed down from generation to generation. Being raised in a family of shifter cats was not always easy for Esther or her little brother, Remy, considering they wanted a ‘normal’ life but the supernatural life was the only life they ever knew.

They each achieved their normal in some ways though. Remy became incredibly skilled in swimming and Taekwondo, competing with other kids in the city and even almost making it to the Olympics. Esther got her shot at normal through the Chicago Youth Symphony Orchestra. She mainly played the viola and worked vigorously with the other kids in that group. Being in CYSO was the most influential experience in Esther’s life. It gave her friends in music, exposed her to so many different people and cultures, and gave her a love of teaching. She used to spend time not at practice, watching her instructors teach the younger kids. It was there that she decided she’d never play professionally, but that she’d teach the future generations. When she told Farrah and then the rest of her friends, they were confused, but supportive. She went to Northwestern Beinen School of Music for music education and continued to play in the Northwestern symphony orchestra while there.

→ The Present Esther finished school and began working as a music teacher to middle school students. She enjoys her job and the students that take her class seriously. Esther gives private and group lessons to supernatural creatures only. She believes there are enough human musicians and would rather focus on those who cannot hire humans at risk of being exposed. Her free time is spontaneous as her daily activities. One day she could be out at local bars with some of her supernatural friends or out playing sports with the locals, and the next she could be out shopping with the girls and other days she is at home helping cook random dishes. Although, most of all she enjoys teasing and pranking her little brother as he trains with their father and Chris to become the next pack advisor. She knows he’ll do a magnificent job but considers it payback for his teasing and pranking when she first started working at the school.

Recently Esther has started playing with other musicians again. Gretchen Sims saw her perform at a local open mic night and asked her to start a band with her. They’re still in the process of auditioning others and writing music, but the biggest problem seems to be Ben hanging around with the other hyenas. Gretchen suggested adding him a few times, but Esther wants more space than that.

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Arden Cho (Eun Hae Yoo) [1][2][3]