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90-slovren · 3 years

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Yellow Thongs ;; Huang Renjun

Pairing : Renjun × fem reader

Genre : (very) light angst, fluff, exes to lovers au.

Preview: A wardrobe malfunction on your bestfriend's wedding has you reflecting on your relationship.

You peek around in a rush, heart thumping against your chest ever so loudly. Nervous breaths leave your mouth without any rest. You can't seem to calm down with the anxiety growing in you like it wants to devour you on your spot, consuming you in the fucked up situation you are in. All you can see or hear infront of you is blurred faces, moving lights and muffled noises.

"Y/N? what's wrong with you?" you hear a voice though not very audible to your burning ears.

"Y/N!" Renjun shouts as he shakes you back and forth. You regain your senses and the world seems to be normal again; fancy people standing against round tables engaging themselves in talks that collectively sounds like mutters to you. Pretty lights adorning the entire room, the man that stands before you looks oddly attractive in his basic black suit. The lights seemed to be casting a charm spell on him and it was infact working. Brushing off these absurd thoughts, you quickly clutch your dress and hold it firmly against your skin between your waist and thigh.

Renjun's eyes follow through every movement you make. He notices how your red slit dress has been mercilessly torn along the entire length of your lower left body. You look up only to meet his eyes that has completed examining you.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

"None of your business, so would you mind letting go of me?" You retort throwing his arms off the grip on your shoulder. Actually you don't really know what happened, you were simply leaning against a pillar while taking pictures of the venue when you heard the sound of your doom. You confirmed the culprit to be the fucking nail that was poorly hammered on the lavender roses decorated pillar. The next minute you saw how much of your dress was torn, you simply fell into your episode of panic.

"Seems like a whore business to me," he remarks, a smirk forming on his face as he runs the hand that you pushed away, along his two toned hair. You glare at him and scoff.

"Has your whore company run out of girls that you seem to care about me now? Fuck off Renjun, I can deal with my life on my own."

"Not unless the entire party is headed towards you," He smiles cockily, raising his eyebrows as he tilts his head as if to prove something.

"Y/N!!" you hear Jeno yelling from a distance. You quickly turn around, hands still grasping your fabric tightly. Jeno is walking towards your direction with his beautiful bride by his side and an entire group of people following behind the couple.

Exactly a metre away from the entrance, you struggle on contemplating whether to run away or embarrass yourself infront of everyone with your wardrobe malfunction. You stand frozen on your feet, forcing an awkward smile, you decide to not ruin your bestfriend's wedding by fleeing for your life.

A cold hand slides across your thighs from the back, gently taking over your grip, it holds your dress for you. The touch sends shivers down your spine, your body reacting to the unflattering familiarity of it.

"I've got you baby," Renjun asserts mockingly, still facing the crowd that was now almost near. You would have shoved him away immediately if not for your guilt towards ruining the perfect wedding day. You assure yourself that it's okay, that it's just a one time thing and so you lift your now free hand to motion a wave. The other hand naturally wraps around Renjun's torso sliding beneath his arms that are stretched out to wrap yours.

"Am I delusional or is this really a legitimate sight?" Haechan laughs in utter disbelief.

"I know, doesn't seem right to me either," Jaemin adds in. The entire groomsmen squad standing behind Jeno stares at the two of you judgmentally.

"You guys are just jealous that a groom's man is having a better time than the groom himself," Renjun finally speaks, tightening his grip on your dress. You gasp in response.

"Anyway, would the groom mind telling us why he has led us here?" Mark questions in amusement.

"Ah yes!" Jeno takes hold of Minjeong's hands, his eyes turning into crescent moons as he looks at his wife endearingly like she's the most beautiful woman on earth. Minjeong smiles back at him with the same amount of love.

"Before we make another announcement, we would like to raise a toast for our incredibly talented wedding planner for being the best and mostly for being there since the beginning of our story as the best bestfriend we could ever ask for. To Y/N!" Jeno raised his glass followed by the other guests. You break into a tearful smile rushing to hug the couple infront of you. Renjun barely finds his balance as he tries to not let go of the fabric in his hands being forced to join the affectionate group hug.

" And now for the announcement, Jeno and I are welcoming a daughter soon you guys!!," Minjeong announced making the entire crowd fall into a series of reactions. Everyone was shocked and so were you. The attention diverted towards the pair, people gathering around them to congratulate. Though longing to join, you simply stood by the jerk that was actually saving you from revealing your nudity.

"It's our time to escape, red thongs." Renjun commented as he took off his blazer and tied them on one side leaving the majority of the clothing to cover your left side. You scrunched your face in complete embarrassment with nothing left to argue back.

That night, Renjun had dropped you off at your apartment building. "Yellow thongs looked sexier on you y/n, nights," he had said before driving off. You couldn't sleep the entire night, turning and tossing around, blankets being kicked like it did something wrong to you. Daegal, Chenle's year old bichon who had been left at your place for the wedding watched you be a total maniac.

xxx

Few days after the wedding, Minjeong dropped by at your flat before leaving for her honeymoon. Not long after her arrival, she starts sharing her teas which leaves you guys occasionally bursting into fits of giggles.

" Y/n, by the way, what happened last time? You are dating him again, aren't you? " Minjeong questioned you in utmost curiosity.

"No! There's no way I would date him again."

"Are you sure because as far as I know, the Y/n that I am friends with wouldn't bother dry cleaning a man's blazer," Minjeong pointed her finger in the direction of the perfectly cleaned clothing that was hung among your exclusive jackets collection.

"Don't tell me you guys hooked up infront of poor baby daegal."

"Fuck no, minjeong!"

"Calm down y/n, why are you so worked up. Renjun wasn't even denying so I just assumed you guys may have reconciled."

"You talked to him?"

"He returned for the after-party with the boys. You know Zhong Chenle wouldn't simply let them leave. Renjun seems to still like you, y/n. He even said how beautiful you looked that day although he was drunk by then."

You sat in silence, unable find the right words to reply.

"Renjun was a mess, he kept insisting to buy red thongs. I know he's known for having had sex with almost all the spoiled richlings but do you think he's becoming a dominant pervert. I swear he's up to no good these days."

"He was never a decent guy to begin with, " you finally say despite confused with all the information you just received.

"Well that was only after you broke up with him. Y/n I love you but I still can't forgive you for what you did to Renjun. That guy was head over heels for you."

"So was I."

"Then what the fuck made you do that y/n!"

" Because he was head over heels for me," You painfully remark, reminiscing all those times when he would show how unbelievably he was in love with you. He had even risked his whole career to be with you when you were having a bad day. During the time you were his girlfriend, he pampered you both financially and emotionally. He was everything a girl could ask for, but you just weren't sure if you were the right one for him. After mustering up every inch of your courage, you asked to break up with him. Since then, he was a complete dickhead towards you. He decided to hate everything about you and let you hate his. To an extent, he did succeed in letting you resent him. You had gone through so much just so you could let him realize how perfect he was as an individual, so that he could start living for himself and not for you. But no, he had just returned to what he used to be, a fucking asshole who despised commitment. You knew you were at fault but you weren't willing to accept it ; you simply wanted him to live his fucking life instead of living just for you.

Minjeong gazed at you intently. She knew exactly what you meant, ofcourse she had to know after all those years she had spent with you. She placed her hands over yours, "Y/n, you never realized, did you? Renjun was so much in love with you that he was starting to find a purpose in life. He was finally beginning to live decently both as a boyfriend and as a person, although yes he was a little more on the boyfriend side." You let out a little laugh. "But that Renjun was the best version to ever exist and honestly, the boys and I would do anything to bring that man back, if we could. The breakup didn't help anyone y/n, neither him nor you. For fuck's sake, go to him"

"I don't think I love him anymore Minjeong. There's no reason for me to go," you reply in a sadistic tone, not knowing if you really meant what you just spoke.

"Are you kidding me? Just gather up your balls and go. All the angst between you guys is too cringey for us to handle. You guys are clearly not over."

xxx

You stare at the blazer as you gulp down a glass of wine. Minjeong's words ponder in your thoughts but you can't seem to conclude anything. The noise from the ambulance siren echoes through the streets up towards your apartment while you draw circles on your knees with your finger. This sends you in a reverie.

You remember Renjun laying his head on your lap as he traced a heart on your thighs. You had asked him what he wanted for your third anniversary but he wouldn't say much. All he asked for were very simple things, things you would get him even when he didn't ask for it. "I want you to love me, it's okay even if you don't do it as much as me but I want you to be by my side for as long as we can. Be honest with me baby, always," he had muttered sleepily, tired from a long day at work. The sight of the man who was all grown up yet looking adorably cute with pink lips forming a slight pout, hair messed up but fluffy and his loosened neck tie laying on his chest made you crumble into pieces; you loved him and it pained you how much more he did.

Returning from your thoughts, you stand up,grab the blazer followed by the car keys. After driving for a good twenty minutes or so, you now head towards Renjun's apartment pressing onto floor number 23 in the elevator. It's 3:00 am in the morning but none of this matter, your impulsiveness was what got you ruining your relationship. Might as well use that to mend it again, you think to yourself.

You hesitate before pressing the bell. You hear your heart beating fast and a nervous sweat drips down. You inhale a deep breath finally allowing the whole of your energy to flow into the finger that is now pressing hard against the buzzer. A few mins later, you hear him approaching the main door.

"Y/n?" You hear his voice through the intercom but you don't say anything. He decides to open the door giving up on a reply.

" What in the hell has brought you here, red devil?" He manages to tease you despite it being too early in the morning.

"Just wanted to drop your nasty stuff," you say trying to be as cool as possible handing him his blazer.

Renjun scoffs, head tilted towards a side. Why do men fucking do that and make you feel all weak, you think to yourself again. He leans in towards you, ruffling his wet hair to avoid them from poking his eyes. He smells good and it's clear to you that he has just taken a warm shower. Renjun is wearing a basic white oversized vest and black shorts yet he looks insanely hot tempting you for a kiss. You try to remain unfazed by the man's close proximity.

"So you're saying you came to drop my stuff at 3 am in the morning because it's nasty? That too after five days when you could have returned it the following day?"

"Yes," you nod.

"Y/N do you fucking hear yourself?"

You don't reply again and this infuriates him. Your silence seemed to trigger something. He let's out a loud scoff and chuckles. " Leave!" He demands. " Fucking leave y/n, stop making me a fool. You never seem to have an answer but always have something in your sleeves to make me feel like an idiot. Leave and just throw this away, I don't need it." He turns around leaving his door open.

" You can leave the door, I will close it after you leave." He states answering your stupid concerns that remain even in such serious situations.

You rush in and grab him by his arms making him stop midway. "I'm sorry." You both stay silent until he turns around to face you.

"I'm sorry, I messed up. I fucking messed up. Renjun, I'm sorry," your heart sinks in with every word you speak. You are scared , scared of finally giving him the honesty he always asked for , scared that he might shove your grip away. So you grab onto his arms with more strength and intensity, your nails pinning against his flesh, he flinches with the sudden pinch he feels. He brings his free hand to place it onto yours and you prepare yourself to be pushed away. But nothing happens, he simply keeps it there.

"Why?" He askes you in a tone that conceals what he is feeling. Just one word and it was bleak emptiness. You fear your words might escalate his anger but you decide to be honest, for the first time, towards him. You tell him everything, from how much you were stressed because of him prioritizing you over everything to how bad you felt because your love no matter how big always felt small infront of his. How imperfect you were for him while he was extremely good for you, how much you missed him and just how much you regretted your decision. You even told him he was being a jerk with his new habit of dating and hooking up with rich spoilt daughters.

Renjun listens to you, patiently like he's been waiting for this moment since forever. He seems to understand or atleast is trying to.

"Kind girls make me puke," he says in defense, "they always reminded me of you and how you broke me."

"I am kind?"

"You are, just not to this asshole."

" I find this asshole attractive though. He makes me want to punish him." Renjun smiles,finally, sending a relief along your tensed muscles.

"Why did you leave me you fucking cutie. It didn't matter that I loved you more because your love always felt enough. You don't seem to know because you have never seen yourself through my eyes. I have always seen how beautiful you are and how much you care about me. The things you do for me out of love always gave me butterflies y/n but when you left, I just couldn't understand where it went wrong. I started hating myself and hating you for making me hate my growth. This zoo has never had butterflies since you left."

You look at him, allowing yourself a weak giggle with tears flowing on your flushed cheeks.

"So you hate me?" You ask.

" Why do women always give emphasis to that one negative?" Renjun sighs, " I said I hated you for making me hate myself not that I "hated you" if that makes any sense."

"It makes absolute sense to me," you say as you grab his shirt and pull him towards you. "I love you, Huang Renjun."

"Oh! The zoo just got filled," the man jokes reviving your heart from the bottom of your soul. " I love you, Y/n" He confesses, his soothing voice sounding like melody to your ears.

Renjun slides his palms across your cheeks, now cupping your face, he smiles. He gently plants a small kiss on your lips and pulls away in an instant. "Damn I missed this" he says tracing his thumb across your lower lip.

"I love you most" you murmur making the guy lose all the strength in his limbs. You wrap your hands around his neck while he keeps you close to him holding you up by your waist. He kisses you and you kiss him back, your lips molding perfectly into each other, you both pause in between to catch your breaths. Both of you don't seem to give up so you continue to kiss, warm air brushing against each other's faces. You realize how much you have missed this man.

"Renjun," your voice hoarse, you whisper against his ear as you stop, resting your head on his shoulder. "The red thongs, why do you want to buy them?" You ask finally gaining the composure to speak.

"They looked sexy on you, it was driving me mad." You feel a tingly sensation at his response. Running your hands across his hair, you plant a kiss on his collar bone.

"Please tell me you are wearing it right now y/n, I would like to check if you mind?" He waits for you to consent, his hand waiting on your bare back ever ready to unhook your bra. His eyes plead like a child.

" Could we go to your room?" You wanted to say yes right away but your body was aching from trying to support itself onto your boyfriend's tall figure. Renjun gleamed in happiness, immediately picking you up in his arms. He takes you to his bed.

Undressing Renjun first, he then helps you take off the only clothing that is hiding your divine body; revealing yourself to your man.

"Too bad, it's not red," you tease.

"Always the sexiest in yellow, baby."

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deviltoys · 3 years

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― this is my first time requesting so let's hope i don't fuck this up [lmao].

taking tobio's [who's the pastor's son] virginity and watching him ask for forgiveness for doing something so inappropriate in the church but then you proceed to degrade him. 🙇

— ‘𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘃𝗼𝘄𝘀.’

tobio kageyama x top!male reader. (wc; ?)

#a/n: stop. this is my favorite request, ever. virginity loss ‘n blasphemy??? hello? too fuckin’ good, been cravin’ a good virgin tobio. thank you fer’ this, it was perfect!

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juvenile ministry took up a huge chunk of the church you operated. being the father to tobio kageyama, it was only natural that he was a frequent volunteer for the group of children who'd visit you both to be taught the righteous laws of god.

your boy was so doting with kids, it lay a smile across your lips to see him so devoted as you'd help demonstrate an array of practices to the youth. he was an apprentice of some sort— you two had a closely knit relationship when it came to chruch work.

almost a little too close.

nobody would ever suspect a thing, right? their nurturing pastor and his passionate son; they wouldn't dream of commiting any corrupt acts against the lord they so dearly fawned about.

the children certainly wouldn't know, such mindless followers. that's why during youth hours the two of you would mysteriously ‘disappear’ while everyone else contributed holy related activities to do while father y/n and tobio went to assist the lord.

you had be fighting the urge to take your son aside and tear his tiny body in half right there inside the sacred haven. but poor little tobio was a virgin, nobody would dare attempt to be the one who would strip the priest’s son of his innocence. you and the younger male had only gone as far as sucking on each others lips or caressing one another in sensual ways that would surely be forbidden by the church.

it was unethical practice to do anything under sexual pretense inside the chapel; with your offspring no less. you were already commiting unforgivable acts unbeknownst to your fellow ministers— what was one more? just another sin strewn onto the pile of ones you had been collecting throughout the years.

the line between faith and abandonment finally blurred out when you caught your little kageyama with pants a size to small for his waist. the fabric rode up, perfectly rounding out and drawing scrutiny to his chubby ass. you were well aware of the scandalous gestures he would send your way while he kept his attention on the children. wiggling his ass out every so often was his main form of communicating his intentions.

he was at last ready to make his daddy proud, giving his body to him as though you were christ himself; submitting to you.

all of his coherent brain function was corrupt by you a long time past, the degenerate acts you two would shun from the eye of society had finally caught up to him. he needed the embrace of his dad, his loving, heavenly father that would fill his holes up with the holy spirit.

“tobio, follow me for a second please? i need to speak with you privately for awhile.” a forged grin took reign of your lips, softly signalling for your son as you escorted him through the barren temple halls. after he had finished passing out coloring activities for the group to engross in, he swiftly followed your lead.

“yes father, what is it that-” you barely gave kageyama a warning before slipping your forearms under his thighs, entangling the remainder of his limbs around your lower and upper body. you lifted his smaller from with ease, hot breath tickling the shell of his ear as your tone dropped to a deep whisper.

“are you ready to give your body to our savior, tobio?”

“yes father y/n, yes i am.”

that was all the confirmation you needed to proceed with blessing him. abandoning your clothes at the altar of god, you began to strip the boy attached to your body. steadily yanking down his suit pants, your cock already springing to life as his own came into view.

it was insatiably erect, you forbid your son from even being curious when it came to exploring his hormones. you knew one day keeping him fresh, unexposed to lewd activity would come in handy.

and it did, oh god it did.

his body was sensitive to the touch, you were concerned he was going to cum without you even putting a hand near his bulge. much less before the fun started. it was like caressing a rock, he was so stiff, the tip already dribbling a tiny bit of pre by the time you were able to finish your first stroke to the hilt.

after giving a few more measly flicks to the head of his cock; you guided tobio’s naked body towards the bible you had prepped specifically for this occasion. the oak pulpit stood tall amongst the various rows of seats— at the head of the stand was kageyama; exposed, ass out, and face burried deep inside the open book sprawled out for easy reading.

he could barely squeak out the first few passages as your lube coated fingers spread his cheeks and stretched his virgin hole to a worthy size; able to fit your fat cock.

it burned and ached, the agony of your fingers poking around his walls overthrew any noticable pleasure that may have slipped in unnoticed; it was torture. he thought intimacy was supposed to feel good. he should've listened when you told him it wasn't fun, how it was a crime against god and how he'd be severely punished for doing as such until he was proposed to by the right man.

but you were the right man, at least that's what you would tell him. so why was it so discomforting, so harsh? you weren't purposefully harming him were you? the paranoia was getting to him, it was so overwhelming, the thought of the man he adored so dearly causing him pain. hot, salty tears pricked his eyes, lashes catching any access fluid as they could meanwhile the clear streaks dusted his cheeks with red.

his hole was still barely twitching with anticipation, and would be for awhile; throwing your head back, you painfully fed kageyama’s rim your length. every inch that ventured just as deep as the last forced strained hiccups to seethe from behind his teeth. he was unbearably tight, his guts sucked you in while his walls showed heavy resistance— pushing you in and out of your trembling son.

“fucking hell.. dumb bitch, you’re so tight. ease up, i thought you'd serve me better- maybe i was wrong.”

no no, you were wrong, right? he was great, such an obedient little cocksleeve just for you, all for you. all he ever did was to please you; the man who he chased after for years, claiming he wasn't as nice as he predicted? panick only settle into him more, ruthlessly he began bucking his hips to match your unenthusiastic thrusts. attempting to appease you wasn't an easy feat, but he was so utterly devoted to you that the condition of his vessel meant nothing if it meant you were proud of him.

he attempted to slur out a form of quivering tongue with a few biblical quotes shoved in-between. whatever he was reciting wasn't human, infact you couldn't tell if he was fucked out or just anxious. whatever it was, your words had preformed their purpose; you were far too impatient to fully prepare him for the world of sex. forcing him to mature on the other hand seemed to run it's course— he was the one himself impelling himself onto at the end of the day.

your arms snaked around his tiny waist, hoisting his feet up and off the ground. the entirety of his lower half no longer met with the floor, steamy tears teased eyes while the remainder of his efforts worked into engulfing you whole. the stimulation of being carried off the ground just like that was unimaginable; only to have his pussy pounded mercilessly into the wooden podium.

“ack! ah.. mm. daddy, pl- please i can do better! m’promise, don't hold back- i want to feel every inch of you!” so vulgar, you weren't aware of tobio’s filthy mouth.

angling your hips to perfectly kiss his prostate with every shift in your pace, you plowed repeatedly into the spongy skin until he was no longer babbling on about anything coherent. whatever bible quote he was now listing off was lost within euphoria; his hole was loosening up more and more with each thrust you planted deep inside of his stomach.

he know knew how desperately he craved seeing your cum gush right out of his gaping ass. more than anything in the world.

“hah, what a stupid whore, letting your father fill up your belly like this? no wonder you can't do anything but flatter me.”

“m’not a stupid whore, daddy i promise!”

the way his cunt squelched around you told otherwise, you didn’t let up on the insults; constantly bombarding the male with word after word. his trembling thighs and drool stained expression prompted you to continue the vile humiliation.

“oh-ho yes you are, you're lucky i’m even taking the time to fuck you like this. the lord wouldn't dare touch you, so why should i? you're charity work kageyama, nothing but pity.”

giving his plump rear a deathly tight squeeze, you ramped up the vigor in your movements. aching breaths escape your nose as you send forth more shivers down the length of his spine— as much as he wants to keep you satisfied he can only withstand so much. this is his first time being lost within the rapturous waves of an orgasm. religious words still on the tip of his tongue as your name bounces off the empty church hull.

there's a puddle of semen beneath you at his feet, he's cum far too many times for you to count and he's just now; once again fighting for release. his limp, shaking shaft all swollen as it spurts out the umpteenth load that session.

you swiftly follow behind, using the last bit of strength in your twitching thigh muscles— you sent your hips forward, fully submerging your fat cock down his rectum. he yelps almost violently, but he adores it. the way you use up his spent hole. the amusement in his moans fizzle once he finally comes to his senses, realizing there's no cum sliding down his guts and into his tummy. the expected feeling of warm, sticky fluid staining his intestines was the big prize he was looking forward to.

“don’t you remember, your only use is to please me tobio. and you couldn't even do that, that's why you don't get daddy's cum. understand?” a disappointed glare forms on your face, once he's luckily unable to see.

he implores like you've never heard from anyone before, you've had your fair share of sexual favours under the church’s nose. but the dark haired male in particular was one of a kind, he was begging you for your seed like his life was dependant on whether or not you fufilled his lustful desires. he needed your cum, right there, right now.

even attempting to guide your entirely hard cock right back into his enormous asshole, which you allowed. your composure was iron-willed, you knew you could cum on command if need be. giving into his sinful fantasies, you pistoned yourself balls deep once more— your hands moving his hips for him as he pleaded for the sweet release of your fluids.

“please daddy, m’such a good cum dump! i promise, please just cum inside of me. i need it, i’ll do anything! anything!”

anything indeed, you had just the thing in mind. and you were sure tobio wouldn't refute, how could he? there wasn't any other choice, it was your cum or no cum. simple as that.

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neoaevis · 3 years

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How Much I Love You/Hate you

Word Count: 2654

Warnings:Smut(Use of the word slut, Boss kink, Over Stimulation, Male and Female receiving, Dom Mark, Pregnant Sex, Office Sex, Unprotected Sex(Don’t forget to wrap it), Cheating,Mentions of the word gold digger , Angst,Violence;punching and mentions of hurtful words(that’s it ig pm me for more)

!! NOT PROOF READ!!

A/N: Hello my dear bbys I finished the second chapter and I really hope y’all like it and just like I said it will be indiv story first and in around the third chapter we will see some interactions between our main characters but well lol depends in what I write, I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I did lol and please don’t hate me if you don’t also don’t copy any of my works,you may also chat me for suggestions or give me some asks of atw with things you are curious about and btw I will open the taglist so send me a message if you wish to be tagged enjoy💋

Chapter II

Day Before Heading To Korea

“That was amazing but can be better” Mark says as he stands up away from the girl that was shaking from the sex they just had. Mark was in a meeting that was honestly really boring when one of the intern that he has been flirting around with started palming him under the table that makes his eyes grow wide and his dick erect, originally he wanted to keep his dick inside his pants but she palmed her faster which made him hornier, so in the middle of the meeting he stood up and made everyone confused from his actions and people asking in small murmurs if something was wrong “Let’s continue this later, lunch break” he said with a loud enough voice.

He walked to the door signaling the girl to follow him into his office once she was inside he locks the door shut pressing the girl’s back to the door “What a fucking slut you are” he said with absolute dominance that makes the girl shiver ” I w-want you sir” she said as he tries to grab Mark’s face to kiss him in which Mark refused “You are not allowed to touch me” he removes his tie grabbing the girl’s hand and tying it hard enough that it will surely bruise, due to Mark’s action she feels her clit’s dripping wetness, Mark started by removing her blouse and tossing it just wherever, seeing the lace underwear she wore his eyes grew full with lust, he went to her neck hungrily leaving small marks as he unclasp her bra, he removes her skirt now carrying her towards the sofa near his table, he opens her legs harshly, rubbing her clit he said “Your this wet, I’ve barely done anything” he grinned, the girl was unable to open her legs from too much pleasure in which Mark reacted to by opening it wider “I’m going to punish you and make sure you will regret what you did” he exclaimed while ripping the girl’s panty, he sucked her clit harshly tightly grabbing her thighs, he then moves his tongue down her entrance which makes the girl release a loud moan, he stops and grabs her neck pulling it towards his face “You’re too loud do you want everyone in the office to know how dirty you are” his statement makes the girl’s voice hitch and even before she can give a reply he gets back to pushing his tongue in her entrance while rubbing her clit with his thumb, the pressure make the girl see stars all over ”I-I I’m cumming sir” she stated stuttering too much, Mark stops the girl felt the emptiness and she whined “You don’t get to cum yet slut” he said, he pulls her hair making her kneel he unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt pushing down his pants with his boxer “Open your mouth” he orders as he pushed her towards his dick deep down enough for her to gag , he went on and on that the girl is now crying from how it’s too much but not wanting to stop as pleasure spreads all over her as Mark felt he was close the sloppier he got in pushing her, so she took the initiative to suck him on her own and not long after he came in her throat, saltiness filling her palate.

He pulls her bending her over his desk, he thrust inside her slowly before he slams harder and deep “S-sir you feel so good” his ego got boosted with her compliment thrusting harshly to make sure she would have a hard time walking and for her to learn her lesson, he grabs both of her boobs pushing her towards him deepening every thrust and soon after the girl clenched around Mark “You’re cumming huh?” “Y-yes” she said and Mark slaps her but really hard “You need to call me sir for you to cum” he said demanding her to follow “Y-ye yes sir please make this slut cum” soon after she cums and after a few more thrusts Mark follows, he gave her three more sharp thrusts befor pulling out.

“That was amazing but can be better” Mark says as he stands up away from the girl that fell down shaking from sex, “Your on the pill right” he inquired remembering he came inside her.

“Oh shit, I-I’m not on the pill sir” she said while she tries to stand up but fail, Mark then removed his tie from the girl and began collecting his clothes putting them back on one by one.

“I will tell my secretary to buy you some plan B make sure to take it” he said as he pulls his tie up signaling he will be leaving already.

“What if I don’ take it” she asked teasingly but Mark did not take it well slamming his palms towards the desk she is leaning to “Why did you fuck me is to get yourself pregnant for money?” he exclaimed, fear has spread across the girl’s face making her feel small.

Mark grabs his check in his desk and wrote 1 million dollars worth of money “Here’s the money so make sure to take it” he throws it towards her face.

“Are you just going to leave me, how about me right now or my panty at least” the girl said feeling pathetic and which Mark replied with a scoff giving her another check worth another million.

“I believe the money is enough now” he said walking away now and stopping before opening the door to say “I don’t care about you, what we did was just sex and nothing more so get out of here as fast as you can” and he left as anger spread all over him.

Flashback to College

Truth be told Mark is actually sensitive about pregnancy topics, there was this girl that he loved so deeply when he was just eighteen years old her name was Mina, he spent his youth loving and protecting her, she was poor unlike Mark which his parent’s disliked and protested that she was only a gold digger that is after his money, Mark even went through extreme lengths for her, from buying her expensive gifts to giving every part of him, even arguing with his parents every day and when she got pregnant when they were twenty he was extremely happy, he thought his life was complete with her not until one day when he went to her apartment he heard moans from her room “God, Mark doesn’t even know what we are doing, fucking around like this” said Mina “He is like a puppy following you around” exclaimed the man “Baby if not for his money I won’t be even fucking him, nor get pregnant plus you’re way better in bed” she said moaning, it made Mark really angry and pained, he slams the door open to which shocked the both of them.

“What the fuck did you just say y-you” he said as his voice breaks from too much pain that the love of his life gave him “Only loved me for money” Mina get’s herself off from the man as she tries to get close to Mark “ Mark no you, you heard wrong, I love you not because of your money” he pushed Mina away as he made eye contact with the guy making him punch him hard releasing all the anger “ I did not hear wrong, how dare you cheat on me” he said eyeing Mina, she begged Mark all over and over and the man she was having sex with said “Just leave that good for nothing asshole Mina” his words made every vein from Mark pop that’s why he punches the guy again and again and again in which the guy returned but Mark was overpowering as he threw more punches, Mina tried to stop them both but she was too weak to stop them soon after he gave the final punch that made the guy fall “I am not good for nothing, in fact I have money which both of you don’t have” he said in the most angry tone he has ever been, Mina and the guy was left shocked with his words they felt very belittle by it “And for you Mina, I loved you and all along my parents were right you are nothing but a gold digger” it made Mina cry even harder, regret filling her all over as she tried to reach Mark only to be pushed away hard enough that her belly hit the side of the bed, soon after that blood filled the room Mark was alarmed remembering his baby so he gave the ambulance a call. When they arrived in the hospital Mina was immediately checked and he found out his baby died his blood and flesh died, regret, blame and all different emotions filled him mostly blaming Mina if she did not cheat on him this will not happen. He left her that day returning to his parents because of how sorry he feels he defended her yet they were right all along, after that Mark has changed he no longer is the bubbly and friendly Mark he became a bad boy fucking every single girl not caring about them at all or would have a girlfriend but would cheat on them on multiple occasions, no relationship after Mina lasted as he thought all people care about is money not how he feels.

Day Before Heading To Korea

Walking he saw his secretary slash friend Taeil he immediately orders him to buy the plan B for the girl he just banged or just anything to prevent her from getting pregnant “Sir why do you fuck girls when you don’t want them to get pregnant” his secretary exclaimed “Come on Taeil don’t play innocent who knows you might’ve banged as much as I did or even more” he said teasing him to which Taeil returned with a huge shake of his head “Nope,nope I’m not like you and never will, well infact I am getting married soon” Mark was shocked not really believing Taeil so he slapped his arm “Your jokes are getting better” he laughed while Taeil had a straight face “Im not kidding my girlfriend really said yes and we are getting married” Mark stopped laughing with a face of disbelief that made Taeil chuckle now “Your gonna settle with someone now?” he questions “Hahaha Mark yes I am” he pats Mark’s shoulder “Wow, why is everyone around me getting married, you should know that the single life is way better” he said while clicking his toungue “Being single is indeed better, but when you love someone you would prefer to be with them every minute and every second and then it would be better for you because you love each other” he said lovingly making Mark laugh “You are madly in love hyung” he laughs “I bet when you meet your match you will also be madly in love with her” Mark shook his head showing a big X sign with his arms “Loving someone crazily will only kill you ,plus I know for sure all they want from me is my money” he said protesting and Taeil gave him a comforting smile before he turns his back to return to work.

Mark headed to the rooftop to get some fresh air while doing so he reminisce his past about Mina and Taeil’s words about him finding true love, discovering that there is indeed a part of him that wants to meet someone that loves him for him and not his money but before he could think more he shrugs it off and in que his phone rings and the caller was his Dad, he answers the phone.

Dad : “Son how have you been there in Canada?” his father questions with a giddy tone

Mark: “Here alive and well” he answers bluntly

Dad: “That’s good, how about the company is it doing well?” he questions further

Mark: “Of course it’s doing exceptionally well, is that all you have to ask” he ask as he sense there is something more with his phone call

Dad: ” Well uhm son I need you to come to Korea asap” he said as he cleared his throat

Mark: “How about our company here, it needs me dad” he said, but actually deep down he is not ready to come back to Korea because coming back means revisiting his past.

Dad: “I already fixed that, your brother is coming to Canada to manage the company”

Mark: “But Dad I’m not really sure I actually don’t want to go back”

Dad: “Look Mark, honestly I wanted to ask you kindly first to hear your first reaction but I just want to inform you that even if you say no, I want you to come home here as soon as you can”

Mark: “Dad but I- I ok fine yes I will come go to Korea as soon as I can but do I just leave?”

Dad: “Yes Mark and starting the day you come back here you will manage the company in Korea plus you need to attend a charity ball this week Saturday”

Mark: “ Ok Dad I get it” he said with a defeated tone

And his Dad hangs up, he doesn’t really want to go and feels very hesitant having an inner conflict with himself, his phone rang again and the caller this time is Taeil telling him to get back to the meeting as lunch break was already over, he endured several more meetings after another until it was finally over to signify his day will finally end. He went back to his office massaging the temples of his forehead as he sat down to think about the many things that bothers him, he then pages for Taeil through his phone, Taeil rushed to see him asking what are his orders for him, Mark stood up and told Taeil “Book me a flight to Korea tomorrow” Taeil took note of it as schok embodied him “Tomorrow sir? And Korea?” he knows that Mark hates Korea for the reason behind it being Mina but he repeated “Yes tomorrow to Korea also you are coming with me” he said as he grabs his things preparing to leave work “B-but sir why shall I come with you and how about my wedding?” he inquires worriedly “It’s part of your job as my secretary and as for you wedding if your soon to be wife loves you so much she can wait oh and make sure it’s a one way ticket” Taeil was very schoked with Mark’s action but before he can speak up more Mark was waves him goodbye making his exit.

The next day Mark woke up with a not so good mood, he made his secretary Taeil pack for him and for which Taeil cursed him for, after packing they head in to his car to drive to the airport Mark tried to get some sleep but he can’t seem to get some with all the flashback memories filling him, they arrived in the airport, checked in and headed to the first class seats of the plane, the whole plane ride was spent with drinking, sleeping and eating for he past 15hrs and after all that has passed he finally hears the flight attendant proclaim” Flight #127 to Seoul South Korea has now landed” and there he was in the land he long abandoned, the land filled with bright yet devastating memories, he shut his eyes preparing himself, as he finally left the plane he feels the jet lag kicking and decided to go to his parents house, just as he thought everyone was asleep due to the very dim lighting he was surprised by his parents with a huge “WELCOME HOME” banner, and he thought to himself “This is it Mark you are really here”.

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not-me-haha · 2 years

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If only.... - yjw

SEVENTH CHAPTER: am i scared?

The walk back to Jungwons house was silent. He insisted to go to his house to treat your wound. It was getting late and his house was nearby anyway.

You were still confused about Yoonjae and Jungwon's relationship. And more importantly you had now figured that Jungwon was a vampire. You had clearly seen his shining white fangs while he talked to Yoonjae.

Most elderly people had always shared stories about vampires, assuming they were common during those times. But times change. Vampires were considered to have vanished for the past few decades and noone had seen them in person or noone has been alive to say that they had seen a vampire. Though many unsolved death cases lead to the fact that Vampires infact still roamed your city.

"This is your house?!" You asked Jungwon shocked by the size and beauty of his house. You knew he was rich but once you got to know him you completely forgot that.

"Um, yeah" he replied awkwardly, not because of his house but because he was in his own thoughts thinking about the past events. More importantly the fact that he knew that you had found out his secret.

As you walked in you could notice how magnificent the house was on the inside and it was well-maintained! "Jungwon dear you're home?" Questioned an old lady as she walked towards you both. "Oh and you've brought a friend. Would you both like some rose milk? I'll send it over to you."

"Just send one glass, I dont want anything right now. And why are you awake right now Jenny?" Jungwon and the lady seemed close as though they'd known each other for a very long time.

You simply smiled at the old lady and followed Jungwon to his room. The passage to his room was full of beautiful paintings all depicting strong messages. Jungwon had got some necessary stuff to treat your wound which you had covered up with his handkerchief. He shut the door behind you and took out some cotton balls. "Why are you so silent?" You spoke out to cut out the awkwardness. The question was valid though, Jungwon wasn't his usual self.

"No reason" he sighed.

"I'm not going to tell anyone" you said trying to reassure him.

"Are you not scared Y/N?"

"No" you said firmly. But it seemed like Jungwon couldnt believe you. He moved your hand that was covering the wound with his handkerchief which was now bloody. The blood hadnt stopped from gushing out of the opening. Jungwons body stiffened. He took in a deep breath and tried to stop the crimson blood. One cotton ball after another. It took a while for it to stop. You were feeling just fine, it stung a bit. But on the other hand you had no clue how bad it was for Jungwon. His thirst grew as he tried to contain it. His mind started burning as his hands shivered, his hands became colder and colder as his unquenchable thirst grew and overcame his will. Soon he had lost it.

He pushed you inside the bathroom but trying not to use his overwhelming strength. "Lock it! Lock it- from the inside" he yelled as his voice became deeper and unrecognizable. You did as he said, locked yourself in. You were frightened by Jungwons strength as you heard him bang and throw things around.

His shrieks and yells, you could here them so clearly were filled with pain and regret. You were scared for him and you. Looking through the little slits in the door you could see Jungwon, see how pale his skin had become, how bloodshot his eyes were, how not human he looked. You held your neck once you realised the wound had opened once again. Staring at the fresh blood on your fingertips you sat down on the bathroom floor. You were shaking and beyond terrified. Jungwons yells didnt stop instead they grew louder as his thirst overpowered him.

Suddenly you heard the old lady knock onto the door. "Jungwon dear, are you okay?" Jungwon dropped the broken glass pieces from his hands and quieted down. "You have your little friend inside dont you? Let her out. Let her be safe Jungwon." The old lady continued. Jungwon said nothing.

"Rain droplets fall on the leaves, making a sound that makes you dream. It says believe in love, believe in trust, it's not as tough as it may seem" Jenny began to sing as she slightly pushed the door open coming in with her arms open to take Jungwon in her warm embrace. Soon tears began dropping of Jungwons face as he looked down at his feet, the broken glass displaying his face which showed numerous emotions but not one of them was positive.

"I'm so proud of you" Jenny began. "You didnt hurt anyone". Upon hearing that Jungwon broke down, crying like he couldnt stop it.

Soon Jungwon stopped crying and got up and left the room to wash up and clean the mess he had made.

"You can come out dear" Jenny said to you.

"Everything is alright".

You got up, your legs weak and your heart still banging on your chest. You washed your blood stained hands and walked out to see Jungwon walk inside his room.

He had changed his clothes and was carrying a towel to dry his wet hair. He took a shower this fast.

He looked straight into your eyes without any emotion and picked up a band aid and covered up your wound. His hands were warmer now.

"Now are you scared?" He questioned but didnt ask for an answer and left the room gesturing you to drink the rose milk Jenny had brought for you.

You sure were scared.

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Note: I'll add the special chapter soon :)

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ordonianhero · 3 years

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Spring time shenanigans

Rated: T-for teen (pg-13)

(Fluff and humor)

About: The lad after a long treck, come upon a lake and set up camp and have some fun.

Notes: if the way I write bothers you, feel free to avoid reading this. I have a learning disability and so writing isn’t easy. If you like this story or any of the writings, feel free to do artwork for it. I would be honored to see what parts of my stories inspire people to art from. Enjoy.

The warm spring air waft by the hero’s as they were making their way up a trail. Though they were being shaded by trees, the the temperature still was effecting them. The followed a long climb if rocky switch backs, then down hill with a few meow switch backs. Crossing a few streams along the way. The trickling sounds of water over rocks. The buzzing of bugs in the area, which resulted in a few humorous moments of The captain swatting away at a Beetle that had taken fancy of him. There were also other sounds, such as birds flittering about. The trail then made a dip into a canyon which felt much cooler then where they were being swamped by the warm air. Cooling the sweat from all the climbing they had done. Then another bend in the trail up some more switch backing upward. Causing a few of the group to groan.

“Who ever made this trail, clearly made it a nightmare. Why so many switch backs?” Griped legend.

Four stumbled a bit before Hyrule caught him from falling. “Well switch backs usually are ment to be a good thing, imagine just hiking straight up all the time without a resting spot.” Hyrule stated, easing Four back to his footing. Warriors swatting another beetle that started following him. “Screw the switch backs, how bout the damn beetles buzzing about me.” Time just chuckled and paused. “Could be worst Captain. Could be a kissing bug.”

“At this moment all bugs are my nemesis.” Cursed Warriors. Twilight came up behind Warriors and capturing the beetle in the bottle. “There, beetle gone. Saving this for Agitha, a girl back home who like her bugs. Infact she has tea parties for them.”

“Tea Party for bugs? How odd.” Chirped the young Sailor.

“Well she’s 13 years old. Guess its her thing. Who am I to judge.” Chuckled Twilight, eyeing the beetle that is angrily beating it self against the bottle, before settling down.

The group pushed on, after the short rest. Wind was suddenly finding he was stumbling from the climb. Warriors doing his best to help keep him up right. They had come out of the deep woodland canyon to be surrounded by tall lush grass and few trees around them, with a stream running along them. Till they finally reach the top of the trail to a lake. Surrounded by the mountains and woodlands. The lake water so clear you could see the rocks and the deeper it go it was a crystal blue. A beautiful sight to see. They all stood there looking at the beauty before them. In the water you can see fish swimming about catching the little insects bussing the top the water.

“Sweet hylia, what a sight to behold.” Whistled Sky.

“I suggest we make camp here.” Their leader said. Everyone nodded or hummed in agreement. Which then each the group did their part in setting camp up. Setting up a place for fire, putting aside their weapons and gear. Twilight going about taking the gear off Epona, feeding her. Then while she ate, he went about removing his boots and tunic. Before leading her to a shallow part of the lake to allow her to drink. Wading into the cold water. He let out a shiver,shaking a bit. Epona though took great pleasure of being in the water and using her hoof to splash a bit. Twilight holding up her hand as she snorted and whinnied in pure happiness. The group all laughed. “Okay, okay, enough of that girl.” Twilight chuckled at her. She snorted and nuzzled his head before leaning down to drink some water. Twilight let go of her lead, before backing more into deeper water and leaning back into the water. Resting on his back as the water washed over all of him. He only laid there for a for a short bit before touch his feet back down on the lake floor. Rising his head out of the water and then running his finger through his wet hair. You could tell even more the red that tinted through his dark ash blond hair. He walked back over to Epona and went about washing her down of sweat of grime.

Just a few feet away, Wind and Legend were racing to get out of their own garments, down to the under garments. Followed by them running into the water, There came a loud squawk came from the Veteran as he felt the cold water hit his bare skin. He frantically swam out to a log. Where as Sailor laughed at the veteran’s reaction to cold water. Smithy and Wild only would go so far, neither of them good at swimming, they felt closer to shore. Where as Sky stuck by Time, who pulled out a fishing rod and stood at the water edge to fish by. Sky giggled a bit as the tinny fish would nibble at his feet. The old man seem to smile at that cheerful way the young sky child got delighted by the tiny fish. Hyrule joined Wild and was watching through the clear water at all the fish around them. Including spotting a few turtle and frogs around where they were. Occasionally trying to catch one with his hands.

Warriors once down to his undergarment, swam out to where legend was perched on a log. He went about to climb up on the log, rocking it a bit. Causing the Veteran to hold on and then went to pushing the Captain off. Warriors huffed, Trying again. Then shoved off. “Go find you’re own log pretty boy.” Chuckled the Veteran.

Warriors ducked under the water and then dragged The Veteran back into the water before climbing up where he had sat. Legend popped up gasping and sputtering water and frantically grasping at the log. “You ASS-“

He sputtered. Warriors, just crossed his arms and chuckled. Allowing the Veteran climb back onto the log.

Wind had managed to find a rock to to stand up on in the semi deep side of the lake and climbed up on it and standing before them all and declared, “I am the king of this rock and there is nothing you land lovers can do anything about!” Four Wild and Hyrule started snorting in laughter. As wind stood there proudly on top of the rock. Wild brought out the slate and snapped a picture. Time gave a hearty laugh. As a few other shielded their eyes from him.

“Yeah don’t thing your under garments agree.” Laughed Twilight as he snatched up the youths pants and tossed it his way. Wind looked down and blushed in embarrassment, quickly got his pants and put them back on. “Whoops.” He then slid off the rock and hid a bit in the water. “Hey sailor, its okay. It’s all happened to us at some point. You’re still king of the rock.” Sky said cheerfully. “Here, here.” Everyone said. Wind blew bubbles, before swimming his way out to where Legend and Warriors were and joined them.

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They spent most of the afternoon just relaxing. Twilight showed Traveller how to catch frogs before going about fishing beside Time. The two of them managing to catch a few fish for dinner. Which wild set to skewering them, seasoning them and doing another side of mushroom rice to go with it. Everyone now warming up by the fire and doing their usual, either writing letters or in their journals. Working on their weapons. Checking inventory. Sky took to learning some cooking stuff from Wild. Hyrule set to putting some aloe on the captain’s shoulders which got a bit of sun. “That will start peeling in a few days.” Hyrule commented.

“Just my luck i burn in the this group.” Pouted the Captain.

“Not true, sky got burnt on his face.” Replied Hyrule with a chuckle.

“Rancher?” Asked the Captain. Twilight looked up from writing a letter home. “Oh, I spend too much time on a ranch to burn. So I freckle instead.” Responded Twilight. Time reached over and ruffled his hair. Twilight gets flustered and swatched the Old man’s hand away. Wild snickers a bit.

Food was done and passed out to everyone, where everyone hummed with happiness. Wind eating his bowl up the fastest and let out a loud sigh of content. Then flopping back from being full. The rest of the chain chuckled. Once everyone had finished their portions, sky and Hyrule went to go wash the dishes by the lakeside. While tea was being made. The night was so calm in quiet by the lake. Beside the sounds of the crickets, owls near by and the frogs croaking. Which startled and scared the two hero’s doing the dishes, running back to camp and in panic.

“T-there’s something scary by the water. It sounded like a b-bear.” Stammered Hyrule. The two of them were a sight to see. Shaking in their boots. Twilight chuckled slightly. “Oh i am sure there are bears in these parts, but no. You must of heard a bull frog.” He explained.

“I don’t like that.” Squeaked hyrule.

“ there’s several different frogs, but i agree. Bull frogs can be very scary sounding.” Chuckled Twilight. With that a sound of coyotes went off barking and yapping high up in the mountains. Causing the lads cling tightly to each other.

Twilight cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a howl. The Coyotes then yapping a bit more before going quiet. The group all stared at Twilight who just smirked. “There now. They wont bother us.”

“If I known better, i would say you are a lot like our missing wolf.” Jabbed The Veteran.

“Oh.” Twilight snickered, getting up and ruffled the veteran’s hair. He then lead Hyrule and Sky back to the water to keep them company. Finishing up their dishes duty.

Once all duties done, bedrolls out and night watch set up. They finished up their tea. Everyone settled down. Falling asleep. Wind was curled up beside Captain, hyrule with sky, four and legend. Wild slept close to Twilight who was still awake with Time. The two sharing first watch. Twilight was gently stroking the cub’s hair to help them ease with his nightmares. The two looking up at the clear night sky. The sky littered with billions of stairs glimmering like fairies dancing around a pool of water. The night critters coming down to the lake. Owls hooting and the frogs singing in chorus. Followed by the crickets. Deer coming in for a drink, followed by a mama bear and her cubs. Coyotes as well. The water lapping the lake shore. It was a peaceful night. After a day of spring time shenanigans.

-fin.

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milky-bar · 3 years

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Dangerous (leeknow) - Ch4

Warning - Mature language, Angst, Violence, detailed fight scenes, Mentions of blood, cold Minho.

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🌺A single gesture of love can make my day but then it does explains my broke state.🌺

"The day God decides to give you, it wouldn't just rain, it would pour." A fair statement indeed, but in my case it's contrary. The pouring does still work, it infact is pouring, but with a mass of troubles.

🍥AUTHOR'S POV🍥

Without moving a single hair in your whole body the level of focus you were throwing at the man in front of you could've made you look like a statue for once. He sat on his desk like a king, with his grin flashing pride on his face. Trying to regain your composure you noticed his head moved swiftly in one motion, signalling the two guards clutching your arms till your bones to let go. You would be lying if you said you weren't trying to hide your shaking state but he sure knew the impact he had on you and your life. "Hey baby, it's been a while, I really missed you." "Hi dad" you tried to pull on a fake smile. Trying harder when you finally succeeded to pull off one, the one on his face dropped. "What did I miss raising you.....that you had to run away huh?" His voice sweet as honey, but the problem was it was just another mask he wore, like we all do, we all have our own masks, this one was his. "You do know my reason for what I did.......wasn't it your fault?" You had your past, you had your memories, and all the darkest ones were his offerings. "Meika, in this world we only chase power and strength to survive. The weaker ones only die. You are my strength, you are here because I chose YOU to have the power." "I-i don't want your stupid power! You know I don't want to be a part of this, why can't you let me go!!!" You retorted only to be answered with his disappointed sigh. After a long silence in the whole room, he finally spoke. "You wanna go back to the ring?" Your eyes shot wide in shock, "I don't want to!! I am never going back to that hell!" You yelled, till this day every drop of your being shivers up hearing about "The Ring". You've been traumatized, and you lost a lot of friends in that stupid ring..........because you killed them all. "I want you to go back, and I promise you won't regret it, I want you to understand how important you are to me than others." As soon as he finished his statement, the two guards again grabbed your arms and started dragging you out of the room. While being taken away his words again hit your ears, "Goodluck over there, if you make it alive, I'll see you again." The last sentence only shook you further. Here you go again, with the same situation, no questions asked, no choice given, it's only been do or die in this place.

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🦩MEIKA'S POV🦩

Back in my observation room I couldn't help but repeat the whole conversation in my head again and again while walking back and forth in the spotless tiled room. In a minute the door clicked open and in came the boy, with fluffy hair, dyed in honey, the dorky boy everyone in this building adored, Han jisung. With a set of clothes I suppose. Sliding his hair up with his hands, he looked at me and passed me the clothes, "wear these now I'm taking you to the place ." Without a word I agreed and took it from him turning my back and walking further inside my room throwing the outfit on the floor, unbuttoning my shirt before I realised the digging stares on my back and turned around to be faced by the boy, eyes fixed on me wide holding a conversation he was trying to break. "You have something to say?" While I broke his frozen state he spoke "Ah I-i.....no!" In an awkward state he started leaving while I watched him until he turned back again "you are going last...." He fiddled with his fingers in a nervous way "Alright" I said. "N-no I mean.....you will go against the finalist." He meant to warn me because the finalist obviously has to be the toughest. I just stood there and stared at him with no response, he got my gesture and hung his head low and left the room. Han jisung was the closest friend after leeknow I had back in KIA, he absolutely cared for me and still visibly did despite the fact that I was nothing less than an absconded traitor. Moving back to the puddle of clothes dropped on the floor , I grabbed it and threw my legs in it sliding it up my waist , belly then shoulders to finally zip it up in a tidy way. It was a black boiler suit I wore which triggered me more. The same outfit I used to wear when I fought in rings years ago.

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The sound of the raging cheers were getting nerve wrecking with every step you took closer to the combat room. Sliding your hand on the dark walls while you walked ahead, following Jisung leading the way. He pushed the pulsating door open with a loud creak catching everyone's stare on your side. It would've been a normal peek if it was someone else but since you were currently on top of the KIA's charts, specially after you've been caught, you are not the high ranked alpha agent anymore, you were a criminal, a traitor, an illegal dealer, every filthiest thing you could've named, as long as you are in this room, in this crowd, in this ring, you are looked down at. Your childhood had only been traumatizing, you couldn't help but remember every single face inside that ring fighting for thier life, not just for a win, but because you were subjects, powerless subjects who've only been put to test against your wills. The only thing given value was power , like your dad said, you remember how you all were put up against each other , and you fought too as you were forced to and in the end the winner got the so called power. And you were the winner in every match, in every single one of the hundreds you had, that's why you were Daniel's bitch all these years, but instead of celebrating your victory you couldn't ever help but be guilty about the looser. Yeah what about the looser? Do they get eliminated? Do they get rejected by these people? Well they gets their name down the bucket list. The list of people who seem completely useless to the boss, the man, the one who owned every single person in the room, Daniel wolf. And they become subjects, of the secret research that's been going on for last four years. You stole that file, because it had details of each and every person who was being experimented on, dead and alive, all of them. For now it needs to be protected, you can't let some filthy hands lure upon them. Not atleast after sacrificing everything you had in your life, your friends , your family, your reputation, your rank everything.

While you were sinking in the pool of your past, your ears clearly captured the loud gasp you gained from the crowd while you walked near the ring. There are only two types of people inside the ring, the fighters are either new agents nobody wants to recruit in their team, trying to prove their worth, or the illegal disgraceful people who offended the law and were thrown upon the mercy of KIA. It's obvious which category you fell into. But the crowd of people disclosing the edge of the ring consisted of hyped bulk of teenagers, lost boys and girls with no identity, unknown to the fact that this place that they found shelter in, this place they call home, will be the reason of their ruined life soon. There's a reason for Daniel to pick his agents from absolute dust and darkness, where nobody was ever there to help and one day this one man comes and gives us a life, a purpose, but for what. You all have been there, and you all are still suffering, at this point you do understand how power plays the role in this world.

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My sight glided in this cold environment, while I sat in the circle of people around the corner, privileged to enjoy the front row, sitting on the floor like everyone else. Cut the enjoying part though, the blood splashing fight I was witnessing in front of my eyes was giving me second hand anxiety. I wasn't afraid of anyone, but touch my sensitive past and here I go triggered. While this hyped war between this shirtless guy probably around twenty and this beautiful silky haired girl, she didn't even look like an illegal brat but then she was here, punching the shit out of this guy and every other guy and girls for the past five rounds of flush blood. I only had to blink twice and realise that it couldn't have been any worse of a day when it already was but then here I caught eyes with the ethereal boy on the sharp opposite side of the ring where I sat. I was nervous enough to get killed in this brawl and as a potential fighter originally, I was taking in every moves and every hit that these two people were throwing but at this point I could see through them. I could ignore their whole existence for the time i stole glances with him again.

I would never accept that, but he looks heavenly beautiful and peaceful like he is, but that smile only stays when he is not looking at me. And I don't want him to look at me, so I would atleast know he still has a little glow left in him.

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The invisible string of glances we tied against each other broke the very instant the shirtless boy fell crashing down merely two inches away from my foot. And immediately the two guards incharge in black suit dragged his bloody body out of the ring. The loud cheers screeched the insides of my ear. People stood on their feet and jumped with her victory while she was dead stabbing me with her glares. I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want to fight, and I shut my eyes closed in hope for the gods of thunder to blow me up with lightning or mother earth to swallow up every fibre of my being. But I had to brought back to reality when a couple of hands pushed me with a rude force that I harshly landed on my face inside the ring. The room filled with mocking laughs and underestimating giggles. I stood on my ground and looked at her while she did the same with her bright eyes. Walking in front of her I took my position and balled my fists in front of my chest ready to tackle her upcoming death moves. She walked calmly in her position reflecting the same gesture I raised and I couldn't help but notice her pretty features. She had huge doe eyes that sparkled the whole universe in them, her lips were flushed red with a small bleeding cut on the corner from the previous fights, her long hair tied in a low ponytail to save her silky soft hair from getting in the way of her fight while her soft see through bangs fell on her forehead slightly stuck up from the sweat of victory. The crowd of almost fifty people shouting her name in unison first came out to be gibberish for a few seconds but couldn't have gone unnoticed by anyone with the force it pierced my ears, again and again so loud that I doubt forgetting it ever in the future. Katherine was her name.

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Three.....two......one.....fight!!! The hyped crowd yelled in harmony. "You made a huge mistake Meika" The girl Katherine broke up out of the blue, leaving you alarmed in utter confusion. You started spacing out again with so many questions in your mind, she couldn't have known you as just a new recruit while she looked too collected to be an illegal brat, so who was she. You couldn't help but revolve your mind around every possible way you might've met her resulting in your statue state that clearly broke out the moment you saw a flying fist being thrown in your direction and the next thing you felt was immense force pushing you back nearly three steps away and you held your nose with both your hands shivering with unbearable pain on the spot. You looked at the girl, quite satisfied she looked with your state while the whole crowd woah-ed in surprise. You took away both your hands from your nose and held it out against your chest in the same tackling position. A stream of red dripped down your left nostril then down your chin and neck but you couldn't do anything about it than ignoring it. "Oh sorry was it too hard?" The mocking from her side never stopped followed by the screeching laughs that echoed in the room. "Well it's nothing compared to what you really deserve for all those innocent lives." Yes you were curious for who she was, but moreover her words that pierced through your heart was what took your attention the whole while. You have only been accused and people were only aware of the disguised truth. She furiously ran in your direction and started throwing punches all over your face while you were having a hard time dodging each one of them and she hit you in your stomach to which you gasped. She flew her fist on your side and you moved back nearly being hit. She only tried to throw you to the edge with every word she spoke, she surely knew a lot about you but over the top of that, she was somehow related to all of this.

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Note - I was going to continue this but it was long enough so I'll post the next half after this. Also Minho will have longer parts in future because this was just the beginning of the main plot. Thanks again for reading this. I hope you have an awesome day 🍭🧁🌸🌷✨

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Sunrise, Blue Eyes - Frodo Baggins

Summary: A spur of the moment decision to see the sunrise turns out better than Frodo could have ever hoped for.

Word Count: 1636

Note: Hello everyone! I’ve already gotten some requests, which I’m super excited about!! Before I start working on those though, I wanted to start finishing up stories that have spent months in my drafts! Most of them are almost done, just needing a few paragraphs to close them out, so I will be finishing those up and then getting to work on those requests asap!! Anyways, enjoy!

Blonde hair billowed out behind her as she ran, Frodo hot on her tail. How Laurelia had this much energy this early in the morning, Frodo would never know. Why he even agreed to be out here at such a time, an hour before sunrise, when he could be curled up in his warm bed in Bag End was beyond him. Really though, he knew the answer to that question without even having to try.

She had asked him to come with her to a great hill overlooking Hobbiton, hours before the sun was in the sky, and without asking why, Frodo had agreed right away. It was something he often found himself doing, agreeing to her impulsive and sometimes outrageous ideas without knowing fully what he was getting himself into, though he didn't see that changing anytime soon. He didn't know why, but it was like he just couldn't help himself.

Shaking these thoughts out of his head, Frodo focused his attention back towards the bubbling girl in front of him, winding through the tall grass of a field, glowing with excitement at whatever she was dragging him to.

"Hurry! We can't be late!" she exclaimed breathlessly.

"Well, Lia, not all of us wake up with the energy of the sun itself inside us!" Frodo grumbled out in fake annoyance, though the smile in his voice was not lost on her.

At his comment, Laurelia turned back slightly, her face radiant with mirth, and grabbed Frodo's hand with a laugh, tugging him faster up the hill in front of them.

"Only a little further, my sleepy head, and then we'll be there and you can rest to your heart's content." she promised sweetly.

"and i'm using you as a pillow!" he shot back, a smirk now prominent on his face. He couldn't stay mad at her for long, not even fake-mad.

Finally, they reached the peak of the hill, sitting down in the cool, green grass. Once Frodo had caught his breath again, he took in the sight in front of him. From this view point, he felt like he could see all of The Shire. Little smials, lit up with front porch lamps, scattered the rolling hills, a few stars still twinkled above him, and he was sat in the middle of it all, right next to his bestfriend, and long time love (though nothing was official just yet). It took his breath away.

"Woah..." he whispered, almost to himself.

"It's beautiful isn't it? Just wait, when the sun comes over that horizon line. The whole valley glows. The way the sun reflects off the dew drops on the grass, the roosters crow to announce the start of the day, the birdsong to welcome you as the sun rays say 'good morning'...it's all so...magical." Laurelia spoke aloud as the first rays of sun split over the horizon.

A light breeze fluttered past the pair, rustling the branches and leaves of nearby foliage. Frodo felt himself shiver, the movement catching Lia's attention. Without saying a word, she tucked one arm under Frodo's nearest to her, looping it through in order to hug herself to him. She placed her head gently on Frodo's shoulder, taking in a deep breath and closing her eyes, his chocolate curls tickling her forehead lightly. He was instantly warmer.

He rested his head on top of her own as a bird, the first sign of life aside from the two of them, flys past, landing on a little bush near the edge of the hilltop. Frodo watches as it plucks the leaves and little berries from the bush, not seeming to mind the world going on around it.

“I’m glad I decided to come” he found himself stating quietly.

“I am too” Laurelia all but whispered.

After a few more minutes of silence, the sun now half way above the horizon, Lia spoke again.

“Do you remember when we met?” she wondered aloud. Frodo chuckled at the memory.

“Yes. I had just moved in with Uncle Bilbo that day. Infact, I had barely finished getting settled before you were banging away on the front door, demanding Bilbo introduce us.” He laughed, nudging her lightly with the shoulder she was resting upon. She tapped his arm lightly at that.

“Aren’t you glad I did? I, my friend, have saved you from a lifetime of boredom, which you inevitable would’ve had, had it not been for me” Laurelia continued joking. Frodo laughed in agreement.

“You were so cute back then, what with your curly hair and your wide, curious blue eyes...” she trailed off, suddenly feeling extremely nostalgic. “that’s what first drew me to you y’know, aside from the fact that you were new in town.” she finished, squeezing his arm once more.

“What? My blue eyes?” He asked, genuinely curious now.

“No, silly! Well, ok yes, but not just the color. It was something more. I’ll never forget how I felt when I saw those eyes of yours for the first time...” She began, looking up at him briefly. He gazed back at her with the same intensity she had felt on that very first day. She cleared her throat and looked back out at the sunrise, the glow of the sun illuminating the rosy tint that had appeared across her cheeks.

“Something in them spoke to me that day. For one reason or the other, I looked into them and it was like they were the only thing I could focus on. They told me of a kindness, a special kind that only the purest of souls can posses. They made me feel safe, and welcomed. I knew instantly that I could trust you in that moment. They told me of a love, a love that you give so selflessly and freely, a love that I’ve been lucky enough to receive ever since.” Laurelia spoke her mind freely, not stopping once to think about how this all must sound, spilling out of her mouth in the early hours of the morning. A secret meant only for her ears, and his.

“And what do you see now? When you look into my eyes...”Frodo whispered almost dreamily.

Laurelia pulled away from him slightly, enough to look him in the eye, but not enough to sever their connected limbs completely. She took her time getting lost in those eyes, ones she’s become so familiar with over the years. She tried to find a string of words that would describe what she saw, no, more like what she felt when she looked into his eyes but it was as if all speech had evaded her. Finally, a single word came to mind. The clarity of it hit her like a wave.

“Home.” she stated simply, there was no other way to describe it.

Frodo couldn’t help the ragged breath that fell from his lips at that answer.

“Home.” he stated again, tasting the word on his tongue. He came to the conclusion long ago that by her side was the place for him, and he stuck by that thoroughly, but to hear her say this gave him hope. Hope that maybe, she felt for him like he did her. There was only one way to find out.

Frodo hadn’t noticed how close they were to each other, but the longer she looked him in the eye with so much intensity and admiration as she was now, the more he felt physically pulled to her. And her to him. Before either them knew what was happening, their lips had touched.

Warmth flooded the both of them, the tenderness of the moment and the glow of the valley below, illuminated by the rising sun, was enough to make Frodo feel as if his heart was about to burst out of his chest. Not with the sadness Frodo felt when remembering his parents, nor with the anxiety he sometimes got when the town began stirring up new rumors about he and his uncle. No, this feeling was different, more pleasant. It was love.

As the two pulled away, the sun had finished its rise over the hilltop, its rays reaching the blushing couple.

“I love you” Frodo found himself whispering, a rooster sounding far off in the distance.

“And I, you. Always have.” Laurelia admitted gently, facing forward again and returning her arms, and head, to their previous positions.

Down below, Hobbiton stirred to life. Farmers got to work in their fields, merchants began setting up their stalls in the town square, the morning air was full of peace and happiness, and most importantly, Frodo had his home resting her head on his shoulder.

“I really am glad I came.” he found himself saying after a few moments of silence.

“I knew you would be! And look, you didn’t even fall asleep once!” she exclaimed quietly, giggling lightly.

“Now, we best get back before your uncle notices I’ve stolen you away again!” Laurelia began, getting up. Frodo stood as well, stretching his limbs slightly to regain feeling in them. While he was doing so he could help but see Lia staring at him with eyes full of love and a hint of something else.

“What?” Frodo laughed out. The only reply he got was Lia stepping closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. His arms moved without thought, snaking themselves around her waist. Before Frodo could question any further, Lia leaned in close, right past his lips and to his ear.

“Race ya” She whispered with a smirk before planting a kiss on his cheek and taking off down the hill. Frodo was stunned momentarily before finally regaining his senses. Shaking his head, a smile unable to leave his lips, he raced down the hill after her, following after those billowing blonde curls once again.

#Frodo Baggins #frodo baggins x reader #Frodo Baggins imagine #Frodo Baggins imagines #Frodo baggins fanfiction #frodo x reade #frodo x oc #lord of the rings #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings imagines #lotr #imagine #frodo baggins oneshot #Frodo baggins one shot #frodo baggins fluff

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lovelykei · 4 years

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Cliches come in three’s✨

Okay maybe I went a bit crazy with this one.. I just got so much information from @i-sleep-like-napoleon that I couldn’t help but let the inspiration flow. Not to mention I feel really strongly about mental illness and self harming so I really wanted this to make her happy. I can’t do much, I’m just a girl on tumblr writing stories, but if I can make just one person feel better about their body or their scars or just themselves in general. That’s enough for me. This is another flower shop request! I hope you guys like this one aswell!❣️

It was too much. Lately things just keep falling apart. Sure maybe some of them were minor inconveniences like your pants ripping yesterday. But we all get overwhelmed when the tide gets too high. Which is why you now found yourself leaning on a tree behind your school. Your eyes fluttered close as you took in your surroundings. The birds, the wind blowing through the trees, the grass swaying back and forth. Within minutes you were knocked out. Around 1 hour later you woke up wrapping your jacket tighter around your body. Your eyes shot open as you looked around frantically, until you saw a familiar bed head. “I didn’t have a jacket so when I pulled it closer to me I got surprised and that’s why I jumped, hey aren’t you in the volleyball club I think I’ve seen you around before” you were rambling. The dark haired male looked at you, his mouth hung open as he kept staring at you. “And now you’re staring it’s because I’m rambling right? Yeah I uhm do that, ramble I mean. Sometimes I just get nervous and /this/ is making me nervous.. it’s like some cliche romcom and...” your rambling was abruptly cut off when the male infront of you let out a hearty laugh. “I am in the volleyball club yes, I’m Kuroo Tetsurou and practice started 5 minutes ago but I didn’t feel comfortable leaving you here by yourself.” He stood up and dusted off his pants before turning and getting ready to leave. “Just give me back the jacket later, we gotta keep the romcom trope going after all” and just like that he was gone. “okay if an animal starts talking to me right now I’m pulling up to school in a princess dress tomorrow” you muttered to yourself before standing up and dusting yourself off.

It had already been about one month since you met Kuroo and....you haven’t talked since. So much for you romcom. Infact you hadn’t seen him around at all, you thought about going to the gym to give him his jacket back but..there’s people in the gym. And kuroos jacket was extremely comfortable, since he was so tall the jacket really wrapped your whole body up. Maybe that’s why you were getting punished, karma was coming for you because you stole an innocent mans volleyball club jacket you thought as you looked outside. The sound of the rain hit the windows, harshly reminding you of the umbrella you forgot to bring. When the bell rang you slowly packed your stuff up, there’s no reason to rush out in the rain anyways. But no matter how slowly you moved you were now at the door. The last shield from the pouring rain outside. “Now is when he should show up, this is key point in a romcom, walking home in the rain” you muttered to yourself as you pulled your hood over your head. “You forgot your umbrella? We should come up with a name to our movie already” you turned your head so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. He motioned you closer with a smirk and unwrapped his umbrella. “Let’s go princess, your knight in shining armor is here” you weren’t about to deny the shelter that came with the umbrella. “I’ll have you know I’m n o t a damsel in distress and I could run home in the rain-“

“Oh okay I’ll just go then-“ “hold on you didn’t let me finish. I could run home in the rain but this is important plot development, after this the crush phase starts” you said and grabbed ahold of his arm. “No no the crush phase started after I gave you the jacket” he voiced and opened the door for you guys to go out. “Maybe but then we would’ve had to be simping from a distance, you know seen that at the lunch line or by-“ you were rudely interrupted by the loud crash of thunder booming through the streets. Naturally when someone is scared they will cling onto the nearest thing, that’s just how it works. So there you were practically hanging of off Kuroo. “You’re scared of thunder? So now according to the laws of romcoms I’m obliged to atleast hold your hand-” he paused to wrap an arm under your thighs supporting your body. “But apparently we’re not writing a slow burn so we’re skipping to second half of the movie, where you desperately throw yourself into my arms.” “This thunder won’t last forever and when it stops-..” you muttered against the crook of his neck before once again getting interrupted by the booming sound. A shiver ran down kuroos spine as your breath hit his neck. “Hey we’re in the second half of our romcom, call me Tetsurou” Kuroo wanted to rub your back and tell you everything was gonna be alright, but he still had to cover you guys with the umbrella. Almost as if you could feel his dilemma you spoke up again. “Thank you for calming me down ku-Tetsurou. You can call me y/n”

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Since the day you walked home in the rain with kuroo you guys had built some type of relationship. Constantly bumping into eachother in the most cliche ways. Suddenly you’re partners in chemistry class? You didn’t even know you guys had that class together. You got locked in the storage room together, 2am calls became a thing when he found out about your bad sleeping habits. It was one of those 2am calls that led you to your current situation. You and Tetsurou were sitting on your roof, stargazing and talking about everything and anything. “Can you imagine yakus face when he realized lev ran away??” He leaned back, holding himself up with his hands as he laughed. The moonlight shone on him making him seem almost ethereal. His hair fell lazily over his face and his eyes, his hazel eyes shone beautifully as he gazed up at the moon. “What were you doing sleeping by that tree? You know the first time we met” he asked softly and looked at you. A soft smile spread on your face as you recalled that day. “escaping. When reality gets too overwhelming I escape” you replied softly leaning back to look at the stars. “Do you ever..escape in other ways..not by just taking a nap against a tree?” Although his tone was light you could feel an underlying troubled tone. “You shouldn’t ask questions you already have answers to” you whispered back. The stars in the sky suddenly shone just a bit too bright, or atleast that’s what you told yourself when you closed your eyes. 1..2..3..4 you started counting, trying to even out your breathe when you felt Kuroo lift your hand. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. “W what are you doing?” Your voice shaked ever so slightly. “Kissing your scars” “I’ve never seen that in a uhm.. in a romcom” you tried to joke and pull your arm away from him, but he held it firmly. “Then this’ll be the first one, I’m not done yet keep still.” He made his way all the way from your wrist to your shoulder, kissing each scar individually. You were frozen, 6 months ago you never would’ve thought you’d be sitting on your rooftop with the volleyball club captain while he kisses your scars. “T that’s alright Kuroo y you don’t have to keep kissing them im fine now” the words awkwardly fell through your lips. “That was a while ago, I mean.. not thaaat that long ago but still uhm a while ago, sometimes we just do stuff and then the stuff is done and you end up with scars but truly I-“ Fireworks. Butterflies? Fireworks and butterflies? You weren’t too sure what was going on in your heart and tummy. All you knew was that Kuroo Tetsurou was kissing you, his soft lips molded perfectly against yours and you couldn’t help but melt in his embrace. You had never been kissed like this before, with so much love and sincerity. It was addicting, and you never wanted this to stop but eventually you had to pull away. “We’re at the part in the romcom where I can do that right? I can cut you off with a kiss?” His eyes met yours, his forehead was resting against yours and his hand was softly cupping your cheek. “Cliches come in three’s” you whispered against his lips. Kuroo didn’t reply he just made a sound of uncertainty. “Giving me your jacket, walking home in the rain, kissing under the stars our three key cliches” the blood rushes to your cheeks as you were explaining. The quiet that followed did nothing to calm your nerves and you were just about to start over analyzing when his silky voice rang out. “I like that, that’s our movie name then Cliches come in three’s” he placed another innocent peck against your lips before pulled you on top of his chest as he laid down. “Let’s stay like this for a while” Who were you to deny the shelter that came in the form of kuroos arms.

#kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq kuroo #kuroo imagine

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narcissisticselfshippinsinner · 4 years

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ANGEL

DS Dream X DT Dream

This follows the head cannon that since Dream ate 1 apple he has mini wings instead of big ones like DS Dream.

DT Dream= Dream

DS Dream= Daydream/ Day

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Daydream found himself in the familiar land of the Dreamscape. The gold fluffy clouds spread over the land, looking soft enough to be cotton candy. Daydream ruffled his feathers before stretching out his wings and going air borne: making his way to the centre of the Dreamscape. There stood a mirror tree of the tree of feelings. Admittedly, the tree had seen better days: it being mostly dead. Daydream winced and pushed back menories: nostalgia filling his soul.

He looked for something to distract him from the onslaught of memories threatening to take him over. He always had control of his emotions and he wasn't going to loose that now. That's when he heard it: a hiccup followed by a sob. Successfully being distracted, Daydream searched for an aura releasing distress and negative feelings but was surprised to find none. The only indication of someone else being there, was the soul wrenching sobs and muffled chokes from the other.

Going the old fashioned way, Daydream used his keen sense of hearing: following the sound of hiccups and cries. He found himself under the mirror tree: on what used to be the side where the golden apples hung. He was close now- so close that he shut down his own aura to prevent the other from noticing him. As soon as he did, he could feel the other aura: though its posituvity was controversial to the soul stopping sobs coming from the other. It almost even felt like his own aura: though definitely weaker. He could feel his aura urging him to protect the other: get rid of the thing that was causing the other to cry. He pushed aside the feeling: only when Negativity ruled would he ever allow himself to succumb to his feelings and urges, which would never happen.

he could hear the others mumbled words followed by a series of sniffles and sobs.

"I-I *choke* failed h-him. Im s-such a *hic* h-horrible b-brother. Wh-why do I-I even ex-exist? A-all I-I do I-is *sob* g-get in t-the w-way of h-his ha-happiness. W-what ki-kind of b-brother d-does th-that?*choke* i-im such a f-failure. I-I should st-stob being s-selfish *sob* an-and g-give him his happiness. *choke* even...i-if that is m-my life-"

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Daydream gasped as he sat up in his king sized bed, his duvet falling to his lap. His golden eyes took in his surroundings as his wings twitched in agitation: feathers puffed up.

After gathering his bearings, he relaxed his wings: feathers smoothing out to their usual silky state. Shaking his head dismissively, he got up off the bed and went about his morning routine.

Leaving through his open window, Daydream gently flapped his wings as he lowered himself to the ground with grace only heard of through the legends of angels. His golden wings tucked into him as he limited his positive aura so that his presence could not be felt at all.

He had decided to take a walk. The woods outside his window seemed ideal with the woodland critters just waking up and small animals hustling about. The cool crisp clean air of the early morning provided a pleasant breeze as Daydream enjoyed the solitude of his walk. No expectations, No one to judge him- it was perfect.

Morning dew glittered on the leaves and petals of flowers and trees alike, giving the forest a surreal and magical feel. The sun hadn't risen yet: the sky a mix between pale blue and black: creating an odd harmony. The colours almost seemed nostalgic for some reason.

Shaking his head: Daydream continued his walk, determined to not let his paranoia and overthinking nature take hold of this relaxing walk of his. Alas, his efforts was is vain as the he spotted a odd tinge of yellow to the left of him. A golden yellow that definitely clashed with the cool colours of the morning forest.

'If I ever find out who decided to use this Forest as a dumping ground I swear I'll-'

Daydream's eye twitched in annoyance as he side tracked off the dirt path he was on and entered the bush. As he approached the yellow object, he could feel a weak but strangely positive aura. An aura that was strangely familiar. Rushing forward after realizing that it wasnt an object: bit was indeed a person, Daydream pushed through the thick foliage and found himself on a small clearing.

Daydream's golden eyesockets widened as he took in the person infront him. There: unconsions on the ground, lay a skeleton monster clad in golden yellow and black clothes. That wasn't the fact that seemed to leave Daydream speechless though. What put Daydream into shock was the golden glistening crown that sat snugly on the others head. That and how similar the other looked liked to him in the past: though, past Daydream was taller and less...rounded than the other skeleton.

Getting over his shock, Daydream went over to the other skeletons side. He could feel his suppressed aura screaming at him to protect the other: to make sure he was safe. Once again ignoring the pleas of his aura: he checked the other skeletons soul pulse. After finding it weak, he sighed and picked up the other skeleton: much to his auras delight. Hating himself for giving his aura what it wanted: Daydream spread out his wings and took off back towards his castle, the sun rise causing hues of gold, pink and orange to dance across the sky and light up the area. Not that Daydream noticed: his mind focused on the smaller in his arms.

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"Mmmgg"

Dream groaned as Sunlight penetrated his eyelids. Turning around, he snuggled himself into the warmth of the soft duvet covering him.

'...Wait- duvet?'

Snapping his eyes open before wincing at the bright light, Dream sat up in both panic and confusion: a million thoughts running through his head at once.

'Where am I?- what happened?- aren't I supposed to be in the voi-'

Luckily, his barrage of thoughts were broken by a groan next to him. Slowly looking beside him- Dream saw another skeleton leaned back on a chair: asleep. A comidic snot bubble grew and shrunk as the other slept. Strangely enough, Dream could've swore the other was Ink. The only difference being the others attire and paint mark.

Only when the others shot bubble popped and he woke up groggily, did Dream confirm that the other was not infact just Ink in another outfit. The other had a grumpy aura, shown though his heterocromic eyes: one a green square and the other an orange triangle. As the other blinked the sleep put of his eye sockets, Dream took note on how the others eyelights remained the same, further adding to his confirmations on the others identity.

The Ink lookalike groaned in annoyance as he noticed that Dream was awake, making Dream wince at the reaction. Focusing his aura slightly, Dream noticed how the others annoyed expression turned slightly happy before going back to annoyed.

"Stop that." The Ink lookalike spat, startling the guardian. "Stop trying to control my emotions. Your not even as good at Boss when it comes to that so why try?"

Dream tilted his head in confusion. "Who's... boss?"

FakeInk chucked before growling at the other, earning a whimper from Dream. "I don't have to tell ya anything pipsqueak. All I was told to do was watchya until you woke up. And now that your up, I'm outa here."

Before Dream could awnser, the taller got up and dragged himself out the door: the door clicking shut behind him.

Not knowing whether to try and leave or to stay: Dream sat in the bed awkwardly for a few seconds. Taking in his surroundings, Dream found himself in a bedroom: the themes that of warm colours and different shades of yellow. The bed he sat in was king sized and the duvet and pillows surrounding his were the fluffiest and warmest he had ever felt. Directly infront of him was a large arched doorway: surprisingly with no door as it lead to a small balcony: the blinding light reflecting off the floor indicating it was noon.

Before Dream had the chance to get up and explore the rest of the room, a swify knock was sounded at the door before the door was pushed open and closed silently. Dream watched the figure enter the room quietly, his eyesockets widening at the face infront of him. The other skeleton looked oddly similar to him, though his face was more defined, he was way taller, his eyesockets were fully gold and the two massive golden wings behind his back- not to mention his attire. Dream couldn't feel the others aura as he stared at his somewhat lookalike in curiosity and confusion.

The taller sat down on the bed next to Dream: his wings folded behind his back. Dream couldn't help the shivers down his spine as the other spoke: "Good afternoon. How was your rest?"

Dream looked around akwardly: avoiding eye contact with the taller. "Em... good I guess?" He mumbled passively.

Daydream's soul skipped a beat. Whether it was out of excitement or realization that the others voice was that of the person's in the Dreamscape, he would never know. His aura was once again urging him to comfort the smaller: love him, protect him and make sure he was alright. Luckily for Daydream, he had pretty good self control. And so, they ended up spending the rest of the evening, talking and sharing information: the uncomfortable sansation hanging in the air disappearing, leaving a pleasant and calm atmosphere.

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It had been a few weeks since Dream had started living at the JR. At first, he was sceptical of everyone: including Daydream, but after awhile, he got used to them. Kinda.

The first time Daydream had released his aura to Dream, Dream felt so overwhelmed he fell into a trance: his aura taking over his actions in replacement for his short circuited brain. Let's just say it was very difficult for Daydream not to snuggle the smaller as Dream clung onto him like an adorable koala.

Time, however, passed and Dream had slowly been getting used to the others aura: now able to stand Daydream's aura without short circuiting 65% of the time.

One can imagine the surprize (and hidden delight) when Daydream accidentally found out about Dream's wings. Usually hidden under his clothes, Dream had a pair of adorable little golden angel wings: formed due to his consumption of the last golden apple in Dreamtale.

After this discovery, Daydream had another problem on his plate: that being having to control the urge to preen the smallers wings.

___

Goddamn this stupid aura of his.

Daydream mentally grumbled as he finished his third load of paperwork for the day. A pale yellow blush was dusted along his cheekbones as he couldn't help but feel empty. Like he wanted something- no. Someone to be with him at that very moment. To sit on his lap so he could cuddle the other: nerves calm due to the feeling of the other tucked away safely in his arms.

Not that that'll ever happen. His stubbornness and mental inability to give into his feeling and urges preventing him. He had to stay in control: a perfect angel for those who follow him, a role model. And what kind of role model doesn't have control over themselves, physically and mentally?

However, history has a cruel way of repeating itself. So once again, Daydream walked upto the guest room: having to call Dream for lunch. After knocking on the door, he waited. After a few minutes, he knocked again. A unknown source of worry started coursing through him: His aura once again active in pushing him to check on the smaller. Before Daydream had time to think of it, he pushed open the door and took a step inside.

Just as he entered the room, the bathroom door swung open and in came a shirtless Dream: his ribs and small wings visible for the world to see.

Daydream felt something in him snap. Probably his patience and self control as he promptly walked up to the embarrassed and slightly confused Dream: and picked him up bridal style.

An ominous shadow hung over Daydream's eyelights, hiding them from view. Giving out a startled yelp: Dreams feathers puffed up as the taller held him securely in his arms. Dream struggled in the others arms: confusion and (gay) panic fuelling his actions. That is until he suddenly felt a somewhat familiar warm yet fuzzy aura surround him. Dreams brain felt like ooze as he felt himself melt into Daydreams aura and hold.

As Dream struggled in Daydream's grasp: Daydream could feel the panic and confusion radiating off the smaller. Therefore he had unconsciously released his aura: once again overwhelming Dream and causing the other to instantly relax in his grip. As Daydream made his way to his room, he could feel his soul dance with joy and his aura sing as Dream snuggled and cuddled into his chest.

Opening and closing his door using his foot, Daydream brought the smaller over to his bed. Sitting up against the bed, he pulled the smaller into his lap: spooning the other from behind. Daydream's eyes were glazed over by the (usually held back) emotions and feelings that had taken over his mind. His actions fueled by his aura and soul. Lovingly cradling the other, Daydream nuzzeled Dream's neck before moving his hands upto Dream's adorably tiny wings. Dream started purring in satisfaction as Daydream started to preen the others wings: smoothing out the small soft feathers. Dream learnt into Daydream, loving how the others aura covered him like a protective yet loving blanket. He had never felt safer and more loved than this. Dream felt relaxed and truly happy as his aura sang out a symphony of joy. This was the place to be: in Daydream's arms.

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Dream winced as he woke up to a slight head ache. Sitting up: he once again found himself in the first room he had woken up in: Daydream's room. Even though he was sitting up and the duvet that once covered him was in a bundle at his lap, Dream felt strangely warm. That's when he noticed the large jacket draped over him: Daydream's jacket. He also seemed to notice his lack of a shirt, leading the smaller to pull the coat infront of him: cheekbones lit up gold in embarrassment.

*thunk*

Dream almost jumped out of his nonexistent skin when he heard a strange banging sound. Eyes scanning the area, Dream came to the conclusion that the sound came from the bathroom. Getting off the bed silently and wearing the jacket properly, Dream quietly made his way over to the bathroom: the sleeves of the jacket covering his hands. Dream almost tripped over the jacket as its bottom reached just above his knees. Luckily he regained his balance on time and found himself peeking through the entrance to the bathroom.

His eyes widened in surprise as he found himself looking at Daydream with his head against the bathroom wall: the others fists curled up and pressed against said wall.

Dream felt a strange sense of worry overcome him, running up to the taller he pulled the other away from the wall: sighing in relief at the small bruise on the top of his skull.

"Why would you do that!?" Dream's voice tinkled making Daydream's aura activate and urge him into another cuddle session with the smaller.

Grinding his teeth, Daydream clenched his fists harder: almost drawing blood. Since when was it this difficult to control his urges and feelings? Dream could feel the others feelings spike: his positive aura being suppressed. Daydream's internal turmoil came to a stop as he felt two warm arms surround his torso. Though weak, Daydream could feel the others aura calm him as the storm that ravaged his mind came to a standstill. He didn't know when the tears had started fo flow, but once they did, they flowed like a opened dam: free of the artificial restraints holding it back. He found it hard to breath as sobs forced their way out of his throat: shaking his body to the core.

Dream smiled softly as he rubbed comforting circles on the others lower torso and wings: feathers soft to the touch. It had been the first time Dream had seen the other express their emotions freely: a strong and impenetrable wall bottling it up all this time. Dream could feel his aura begging him to comfort the taller, which he gave into instantly: arms pulling Daydream closer as the other collapsed into his arms.

Dream whispered reassurances and loving words to the taller as Daydream buried his face into Dreams slender chest: his tears soaking through his own jacket. He had never felt this weak before. So...not in control. And it scared him. How could he be their angel if he couldn't even control his emotions. How could he lead them it he couldn't even stop a measly break down such as this?

Daydream felt as though his head was splitting with all the built up and hidden emotions spilling out of him through his sobs and cries.

*Daydream cried for help.

...

*and somebody came

Daydream suddenly became aware of the smaller supporting him: whispering words of comfort and reassurance. "Your going to be okay, Day. Its alright to let them out. It builds up who you are and nobody should have to restrain them." Dream's calming and motherly voice soothed the other: bringing him down from his attack.

Daydream was emotionally exhausted as he leaned into the smaller, hearing the others soul beat. Hoisting himself up, with Dream's help, Daydream stumbled upto his bed: collapsing on the soft sheets. With a bit more struggling, he managed to slip under his extremely fluffy duvet. However, before Dream could say goodbye and leave, an arm reached out and pulled the smaller into the bed.

Orange beams of light shone through the balcony doorway, lighting up the room in mesmerizing shades of orange, gold and reds. The sun setting over the horizon was evident as Dream could feel a intense yet strangely delightful heat cover his cheekbones as his soul beat sped up. Dream could feel his aura relax happily in satisfaction as Daydream pulled Dream into him: his arms curling around the smallers waist and wings circling over him protectively. Snuggling into Daydream's embrace, Dream could feel sleep pull at him: the comfort of Day's hold lulling him into the calming darkness...

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A/N

My God that took forever.

3175 words :)

#Dreamcest #dream sans #dreamscape #ds dream #mini wings #undertale #undertale au #oneshot #onebizarrekai #jokublog #what am i even doing with my life #sanscest #sans #dreamtale #dreamswap

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DIE HARD || [iv. Girl Talks and Boys]

—Pairings: BTS x OC

—Genre: BTS Mafia Au, Slight Fluff, Angst (a lot of it), Heartbreak, Thriller

—Ratings: 18+ | MA Content | R

—Warnings: Abuse, Rude Behaviour, Fighting, Blood, Death, Weapons/Blades and Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Killing.

—Summary: She belong to them. They belong to her. It’s simple as that. Period.

—Word Count: 7k

Navigations -> Masterlist || MASTERPOST <<Part 2 || Part 4>>

Chapter 3 - Girl Talks and Boys

“—the local law enforcements in South Korea are still working on the case of the famous murder mystery of the Lee Enterprise executive director, Jung Jae-hee. The case has become a global interest as it is related to the world’s most dangerous and notorious gang of the decade. Tweets, news articles and unseen videos are being surfaced around the web, with ‘Bangtan’ trending on social media. It is being speculated that the notorious group of viscous killers are residing here in America, causing fear and a state-wide panic around the country. The United States government has yet to say anything official about the rumors. Till then, the focus has been shifted onto the murder case and the increasing mafia activities in South Korea—”

Yoona hummed to herself as she sipped onto her herbal tea for the tenth time in the past hour. Her small fingers cupping the warm cup as her ears continued to pick up the words of the nearest news channels playing in the large cafeteria.

It has been few days since the actual incident and people are still continuing to hear the old, recycled news over and over again. The amount of channels covering this piece of segment for the last few days has left a large gaping hole in Yoona’s ears. She was sick, tired and exhausted of it.

Yes, a murder happened in her home country.

Yes, the victim was her former boss.

And yes, the culprits might be the worldwide famous gang called ‘Bangtan’. A native Korean gang who had appeared out of nowhere.

So what? Deal with it!

Yoona sighed loudly as she buried her face into her arms. Her ears picked up the change in the news reporter’s voice. It seemed more feminine now. Pulling her head up a bit, she glanced at the large TV as a new segment rolled in.

“—moving on, the three-day search for the two college girls in Beverly Hills has now come to an end as the local authorities here in the downtown Los Angeles, discovered a series of dead bodies in the Chinatown district of the city. A total of five girls were found, dead and tortured, with their vital organs missing from their bodies. Two of those bodies matched the description of the two missing girls while others are still unaccounted for. The bodies have started to decompose suggesting that they’ve been dead for quite a while before a citizen of Chinatown found them in a ditch near his area—”

The 26 year old groaned and rubbed her ears in frustration as the segment ate her brain up, again. She dipped her head back into her arms, pushing the warm beverage away from her fingers. Sure, she felt remorse, pity and sadness for the dead girls but it also annoyed her that her surroundings are filled with so much of negativity. It triggered her in a way that she didn’t like.

That is until... a large folder slammed onto the white table infront of her. The loud bang that erupted from it was enough for yoona’s tired, aching muscles to tense up again. She had to hold down her cup tightly before it could jump and topple down the table due to the vibrations.

“You know, a small warning would have been sufficed.” Yoona said slowly as she threw a slight glare at the person who dared to interrupt her personal ‘me-time’.

“Bitch please. You should be happy that a mere peasant like you has the honour to be in my holy presence. Not even kings can afford me.”

This only earned the intruder a mocking eye-roll from the 26 year old beauty.

“Don’t you have work to do, your highness?” Yoona mocked as her shaking nerves relaxed. She pulled herself up and continued to drink her warm tea. But it wasn’t warm anymore.

“Not when there’s juicy gossip.” Her friend smirked before shoving the said folder in Yoona’s direction. Yoona stared at it blankly. It was black in colour and looked quite thick. “It’s about Jung Jae-hee.”

“No.”

The mere mention of the late director was enough for Yoona to do a 360 turn and never look back again. She picked up her cold tea and left the small table she was sitting on.

“Yuriii...”

“No, Suzy.” Yoona ignored her friend’s whining as she dumped her cold tea through the drain before leaving the blue coloured cup in the sink. “Why are you all so obsessed with her death? People die all the time. Just get over it.”

The little shiver in the older girl’s voice should have been enough for Suzy to stop pestering her friend. But like the stubborn chick she is, Suzy continued in her voyage to tell the new juicy gossip she had discovered recently.

Yoona didn’t like it when her only friend gave her a sudden smirk before pushing her right through the fire exit’s door and right into the stairs that suddenly appeared in her view.

“Suzy!” Yoona exclaimed when she realised that the younger girl had practically kidnapped her.

“Shush.”

“But—”

“I said shush, Yuri. I need some girl time with you. And this, my friend, is the best way we can relish our old memories, considering hardly anyone looks our way these days.”

That was true. Yoona couldn’t deny that fact. They were the noisy, cheap girls of the company. No-one gave them a second glance unless they needed a one-night stand or something. Yoona wasn’t exactly sure how they gained that reputation. She had never been active in her love life unlike her friend, Suzy. Yoona had kept herself quiet, timid and hidden most of the time. Infact, she’s a pure virgin, with no skills at batting her eye lashes at any pretty boy. So, why?

“You want us to bond over a murder case?”

“No, I want us to bond over the world’s most dangerous species... boys.” The girl exclaimed, making Yoona groan.

Boys is a topic that Yoona tends to stay away from. There are just too many old and painful memories associated with them.

“Come on, don’t be a spoil sport. There are many varieties in here.” Suzy insisted as she pulled Yoona near the steel railings where they found a clean spot to sit on. The older girl didn’t like how open and wide spread the exit was. She peeked down to see an array of blue stairs leading down to the ground floor. They were designed in a zigzag formation, continuing on and on for what seemed like, forever.

It wasn’t Yoona’s first time at being kidnapped by her friend. Suzy had done that to her many times on multiple different occasions. But today, the familiar scenery of the descending stairs was unwelcoming. Not to mention, the see-through glass that acted as the walls of this passageway was too exposing and open for her taste. She could literally see the giant skyscrapers from here with a visibility record of 100%.

Yeah... Lee Enterprise is too rich for their own good.

“So, this baby here—” Suzy held up the thick folder. “—was delivered to the queen boss this morning. And like the curious, evil person I am, I snagged it before she could have a chance to read through the papers.”

Yoona raised her eyebrows at this before shaking her head in disappointment.

“No wonder files kept disappearing around Ji-Soo. She’s too dumb to notice her surroundings.”

“Exactly.” Suzy smirked before flipping through the pages. “And that is how ARIA files must have been stolen from her desk. She really needs to invest in a good secretary.”

Yoona couldn’t help but smile at this. Her uncle’s plaything ‘ARIA’ has been unresponsive for the past few days. The files continued to be missing while no-one has any idea as to what has been going on with ARIA. The large casino building is one of their major money-making sites here in the American branch.

“Anyways, back to the topic, there’s a postmortem report in this folder indicating that our lovely girl, Jung Jae-hee, might not be so innocent as we thought.” Suzy teased, flickering to a page filled with numerous Hangul symbols. “I’m not great at reading Hangul, but by the look of this, I can tell, Jae-hee had an intimate intercourse with her killer. It was right before she was killed. How exciting is that?”

Yoona was spooked by her friend’s glazed eyes.

“Exciting? How is it exciting?” She questioned.

“You very dumb dumb bimbo...” Suzy groaned, hitting Yoona on the head. “Jae-hee was known to have a special, unique taste in men. Whoever she chose to be worthy of her attention, was a diamond from the rarest mines. Think about all the boys that surrounded her. Danny, Brad, Jackson, Bambam and our very own, Taemin.”

The older girl scoffed at her eldest cousin’s name.

“Taemin had a crush on her?” Yoona asked, whacking her brain to remember all the interactions between the two people she despises.

“He still does. Why do you think this baby is here in my hands?” Suzy said in glee, pointing at the opened folder.

“So, what’s the point?”

“The point is that my dear Yuri, Jae-hee had an impeccable taste in men. Which means whoever she had sex with was just as impeccable as her taste. Wanna see who that could be? There are few delicious choices in here.”

The older girl felt scared at her friend’s weird taste in men. She wanted them to bond over a series of hot killers? No thanks.

“No.” Yoona said, shaking her head. “You seriously have a messed up kink regarding these ‘delicious choices’. I’m not interested.” She continued, standing up on her feet.

“Honey, you haven't experienced the dark, steamy side of the world of guns. So women up and sit down.” The younger girl pressured, tugging down on Yoona, forcibly. The force of the little tug, sent the older girl spiralling down onto her bottom.

“Ya!” Yoona shrieked but was ignored by the younger girl.

Suzy threw a smirk in Yoona’s direction before she opened her mouth to recite the names of the killers like an intimate, sex broadcast on a radio.

Yeah, she was that crazy.

“Suspect number one: Do Kyung-soo. Code name is D.O. Height is unknown and DOB is unknown. His occupation is being a freelance hot-headed assassin. He has a body count of 256 people including both women and children. He fights with his hands and bites with his mouth. Known to be very brutal with his victims and has a large thirst towards sex. He’s the maniac elf that even the local law enforcement can’t control.” Suzy read off the folder as Yoona sighed in defeat. She made herself comfortable on the stairs before glancing at the photo of the man that her friend was so intimately reading about.

“The guy looks normal to me.” Yoona commented, not feeling any kind of attraction from the young-ish looking boy. “He’s a bit cute, but not cute enough.”

“You hardly feel anything towards any boy, sweetheart.”

Yoona forced a smile back in her friend’s direction. If only her friend knew about the lost boys from her past.

“So, who’s next?”

Suzy gave a bright smile to Yoona. She patted the older girl in affection before flipping the page to the next person.

“Suspect number two: Kwon Ji-yong. Code name: G-dragon. He’s a sniper, mainly works for the local gang called ‘Big Bang’. But it says here, he’s known to have involved in various assassinations of high profile victims. He’s a bit old for our age but still, he has an impeccable taste in women. Who knows Jae-hee might have fucked him before she departed to hell.”

Yoona looked closely at the picture. The guy looked a bit familiar. Or was it his eyes that reminded her of someone?

“Wait...” she said slowly, letting an old memory resurface. “Isn’t he—”

“Yup. The one and only.” Suzy nodded, cutting her off with a wicked smirk. “Jae-hee must have been one lucky girl to bang one of the most wanted criminals in the world.”

Kwon Ji-yong, AKA the G-dragon, was one of the snipers who was involved in the assassination of Donald Trump, the deceased president of United States of America. The attack took place an year ago. Upon deeper investigations, it was revealed that a series of snipers and killers were hired to kill the president. It was a month of horror for all of Americans and the president himself. There were so many attacks, so many explosions, the streets were flooded with criminals trying to get to the 73 year old man. But in the end, it was the two Asian killers who managed to cut the old man off. And Kwon Ji-yong was one of those Asian killers. The only one who had his face plastered on every news channel.

“Wow..” Yoona gaped at the new information.

“I know right? When I saw him, I had the same reaction.” Suzy commented, running her fingers through the photo. “Too bad he's a wanted criminal. I would have loved to bang this beauty.”

Yoona cringed at the cliche.

“He has a tattoo.” She offered, trying to get Suzy’s glazed eyes off the photo. “A large insect tattoo.”

“So he does.” Her friend teased with a devilish smirk.

“And multiple ear piercings.”

“So he does.”

“He’s not good. He’s bad.”

“Doesn’t matter to me.” Suzy countered with another smirk. “After all, bad boys are known to bring the heaven to you.”

Yoona groaned at her friend’s infatuation with criminal boys. The very first year into their friendship, Yoona had discovered the crazy obsession of bad boys that lives inside the younger girl. It peeked out from time to time whenever the younger girl’s sexual frustration increased, which by the way was a lot of times. Maybe that’s why the 24 year old was no longer a virgin. The pure innocence was lost in a dark, steamy one night stand three years ago.

“You’re still stuck on that boy, aren’t you?” Yoona questioned when she saw Suzy fingering the little trinket in her neck. It was a little necklace piece shaped into a Bluebell, hanging dangerously close to her round cleavage. It always makes a bell like noise whenever it was moved by her fingers or her olive skin.

“Who?” Suzy asked, snapping out of her glazed look. She was still fingering the little necklace.

“You know... that tall, steamy, purple-haired sex god who let you ride him for hours and hours.” Yoona teased, finally enjoying the moment.

A small hue of red appeared on Suzy’s cheeks. Her lips curled into a small smile as a warm feeling entered her chest.

Yoona chuckled at the blushing young girl. That boy must have been very special to cause the great Bae Suzy to blush like a little girl.

“Hush... stop laughing. It’s not funny. We’re going off topic!” Suzy exclaimed, flicking at Yoona’s obvious giggling state. “Yuri, Stop!” The younger begged. “We have to focus on Jae-hee!”

“Oh come on!” Yoona whined, flicking at the folder. “I’m more interested in your steamy one night stand than this folder full of lazy criminals.” The words caused Suzy’s ears to turn red. “Come on, let me do the honours.”

A terrified look appeared in Suzy’s eyes. Before the younger girl could react, Yoona had already snatched the folder out of Suzi’s fingers before throwing it over the railings. It clattered down the small, narrow gap quietly before a loud thump was heard indicating that the thick file has touched down on the ground floor.

Suzy gaped at her friend’s actions before looking down the railings. Yoona followed the same movements, only to discover the large heap of flying papers still descending down the stairs slowly due to the air and their light weight. The black folder itself was lying limply on the bottom floor like a dead man.

“Y-you just... oh my god!” Suzy couldn’t form the words. She looked so shocked that Yoona tried not to look too guilty. Looks like her habits of being unpredictable were acting up again. “That was Ji-soo’s file you dumb child! I was gonna put it back. But now it’s...”

“Don’t worry, she’ll just think it’s lost like the ARIA files.” Yoona shrugged before pulling the younger girl away from the railings. “Now tell me more about your knight in the shinning armour.”

It’s funny how Yoona changed her mood so quickly. A moment ago she wanted nothing more than to run away from Suzy’s constant prodding into her dead boss’s case and now, she wanted nothing more than Suzy to tell her about the dreamy boy she encountered in her euphoric adventures three years ago. She didn’t even care about the giant stairwell that was now flooded with colourful photographs and Korean paperwork outlining the details of a very sensitive case around America and South Korea. Something that could put a lot of people in a tight spot.

“Please?” Yoona begged, trying not to cringe at herself. Suzy looked tormented between her friend and the file on the bottom floor. After few seconds, she sighed in defeat.

“Why do you want to know so much about my man, lady?” Suzy countered, not liking the sudden interest.

Yoona grinned to herself. I’m interested because then you will forget about that stupid murder case and not give me anymore of those painful headaches that I’m already dealing with. She played the words in her mind.

“Because I love a good romantic story.” She beamed at the younger girl. Lies. I hate romantic stories. They always end up with a sad ending. Like mine did.

“Fine.” Suzy agreed, still giving her friend a suspicious look. She clapped her hands before opening her mouth to recite the memorable night once again. But before she could, a loud noise from down below interrupted them. They both panicked as they heard a hoard of footsteps making up the staircase.

With no time to think, they sprinted out of the same fire exit door that they originally came through, just barely escaping the steely eyes of the eldest Lee child who was sprinting up the stairs to find the person who stole the files from his sister’s desk.

He grumbled when he couldn’t find anyone and stared hopelessly at the mess of photos and papers that covered the stairwell, revealing the origins of his illegal sources.

“Fuck.”

*******

“—it has now been confirmed that the missing vital organs of the girls found dead earlier in Chinatown, are up on the black market to be sold to the highest bidder. The local police force are trying to trace the source of origin, but nothing has been found yet. With this new killing spree, young girls are advised to stay in their homes until the culprit has been arrested. The death of these girls has raised awareness issues around—”

“I can’t believe he actually did that.” Jongin commented as he grimaced at the graphic pictures being displayed on the large TV. His elder brother who sat beside him also looked uncomfortable. “Hyung, you should keep him in South Korea. He’s too brutal for America.”

“I wish I could, Kai. But I might have pissed him off real bad this time.” Minseok admitted as he shivered at the screams he heard that day. He was a member of the mafia too. He has seen his fair share of murders and has indulged in various killings but bangtan?... Bangtan is on a completely different level compared to him. They were ruthless and crazy-minded.

“Where is he now?”

“Honestly speaking... I don’t know.” Minseok replied with a shake of his head. He exhaled loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have a feeling he’s still here, lurking around somewhere in the city.”

A tensed silence passed through them. Their body tensed up at the thought of their cousin still roaming around somewhere in the city. It’s dangerous for that guy to be here. The man had the most unstable mind in the group despite being the oldest and most responsible. He was an obsessed freak.

“This is too depressing for my liking.” The younger joked. Minseok couldn’t help but smile at the lame joke.

“Yeah, it is.”

There was a small pause between them, before Jongin spoke again.

“I wish Chen hyung was here. I miss him.”

The words were quiet and faint to the normal ears, but with minseok’s enhanced hearing, he heard every syllable. He also heard the painful longing that was hidden behind the tone. He looked at his youngest brother with a sad smile.

Kim Seokjin wasn’t the only one who had lost his love that night. Minseok had lost one of his little brothers that day. Kim Jongdae. He usually went by ‘Chen’. He was assigned as a bodyguard for the lovely Lee Yoona, swearing and dedicating his life to protect the girl who has once saved him when he was little.

“I miss him too, bud.” Minseok replied with the same tone. He really wanted his little brother back. But it was too late. The cheerful, playful boy was gone. He died that night, taking three shots to the chest for the very girl he was trying to protect.

Unknown to the Kim family, somewhere back in their home country, in a dark, dirty cell, a man laid on the floor, whimpering from the recent torture he has just received. His face was half burnt. His body was filled with numerous scars and painful wounds. He was shaking on the cold floor as he cried himself to sleep, thinking of only one thing. His brothers.

*******

“That was a close call.”

Yoona couldn’t agree more. She was slumped down onto her soft, leathery chair, relaxing as she closed her eyes and thought about the unexpected getaway she was involved in few hours ago. All thanks to Suzy of course.

The older girl glared at the younger girl who was invading her cubicle like a tall tree. Suzy’s eyes were focused on Yoona’s slumped state. After their hurried escape, they had separated into different directions, promising to meet up after the coast was clear.

“How can you be so relaxed, Yuri? We nearly got caught this morning!” Suzy whispered-yelled in a low voice. She was sitting on Yoona’s desk, a pile of papers acting as her cushion underneath her curved butt.

“The only thing I care about is that we escaped. And the fact that I will never let myself be kidnapped by you again.” Yoona muttered, poking a tongue out at the younger girl.

Her friend pouted.

“Oh come on!” Suzy whined. “We both know you were enjoying it.”

“Correction. You were enjoying it, I wasn’t. I was miserable.”

Wrong move.

“Fine, then be miserable forever.” The younger girl hissed before jumping off the table and leaving the workspace.

Yoona shook her head in disappointment. She was used to Suzy’s unexpected angry tantrums. Rubbing her head in complete tiredness, Yoona stood up and made her way to the furthest water station that served cold water and some cold ice cubes. Something that she truly needs to soothe the pain in her head.

Despite her bruises being healed, she still felt her body ache from time to time. The lack of a nutritional diet and her constant voyages of skipping meals produced sudden headaches and body weaknesses inside her. It sometimes affected her health in a bad way, but it doesn’t faze her even one bit. She’s careless with her existence. It’s something she has tried to work on but she never had the right motivation.

“Ahh... this feels nice.” She mutters to herself. The small bag of ice cubes was now placed against her forehead as she sipped onto the cold water quietly. The coldness from the bag was seeping into her skin, soothing the hot pain that penetrated her forehead like fire. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep right here and then. But something stopped her.

A loud voice echoing behind her.

“ENOUGH!”

The loud volume of the voice was enough to tell her that it was coming from the nearest cabin which turned out to her uncle’s. Putting her makeshift ice bag and the water cup down, she walked further down the corridor that led to her uncle’s cabin. The curiosity cat inside her was bubbling to know the reason behind the loud voice. Her body shook in nervousness as her feet led her to a slightly ajar door. She stepped a bit closer and peaked through the small open space.

Her cousin Ji-Soo was crying as she held her right cheek with her hand. The tears that tickled down the younger girl’s face almost made Yoona regret her decision to eavesdrop. It was then her eyes travelled to the fuming figure that stood like an angry bull, pointing his angry, blazing eyes at his own daughter.

“Do you see this, Ji-Soo?” The man screeched, holding a stack of papers in her cousin’s face. “This means that someone transferred the property on their name, leaving us with no authorities over ARIA. They took possession of our one of the largest money making revenues in America. Do you know how it could affect our reputation here? Or back home? We will be mocked!”

Yoona griped the door frame a bit harder. She wasn’t surprised at the news, considering the disappearance of the property files was a dead giveaway, but she did feel a bit disappointed though. It doesn’t matter if Lee Enterprise is being controlled by her uncle right now. The company is still part of her family’s legacy. Any losses that it faces, it affected her directly. She had a sense of duty towards it. ARIA was one of the true blessings to their company. It brought a good fortune to them. So, loosing the property was a big disappointment to her.

“Appa, I swear it wasn’t my fault. I had no idea.” The younger girl whimpered as Yoona felt a pang of guilt hit her. She felt an urge to hug the girl. Despite her younger cousin’s hatred towards her, Ji-Soo was still her partially blood sister. Whether she admits it or not, they were related by blood. So, when her uncle raised her hand to hit Ji-Soo again, Yoona’s heart clenched at the sight. She held herself back from entering just in time to see another tall figure blocking the raised hand.

Taemin.

Her oldest cousin. The brother who fiercely loved his sisters except Yoona. He stood over Ji-Soo like a protective tiger.

“It wasn’t her fault.” He said firmly, gazing into the man’s eyes who gave him birth. Yoona bit her lip in silence. She felt jealous that her younger cousin is so lucky to have such a protective brother on her side. It nearly made her miss her dead sister who promised to stay by her side forever too.

“You of all people should know that Ji-Soo would never do this, dad. The files were stolen. It’s not her fault.”

The elder man huffed angrily at his son. He exhaled loudly before returning back to his seat.

Yoona felt a bit awkward standing there. She was about to move away is when her cousin’s next words stopped her.

“I know who did this.” His voice was laced with venom. “I know who stole the papers and sold them to a bidder.” There was a forced silence in the air, before he spoke again. “The Kim Industries.”

A sudden chill went down Yoona’s back. She lost the ability to breathe for a second. It’s been years since she had heard that name.

“Don’t be ridiculous. They all died that night.” Her uncle countered, grumbling to himself.

“No, not them. Their extended family. Kim Minseok.”

Yoona felt her eyes water at the familiar name. Minseok was one of the supposed brother she had when everyone was still alive. He took care of her just like her older sister. But after that night, he never got in contact with her. She figured either the man didn’t know she was alive or he hated her for killing his brothers. Four members from the Kim family died that night. It was enough for anyone to hate her, considering they all died protecting her.

“He’s been inactive for years, son.” The eldest Lee said, resting his head on his chair. Yoona could see Ji-Soo cowering in her spot on the fancy couch. “He’s an emotional mess due to his brothers deaths.”

Guilt hit Yoona like a wave of water. Was the man she considered as her older brother was really messed up due to his brothers deaths? Does that mean he hates her?

“Kim Minseok has been very much involved with everything we have neglected, dad.” Taemin’s voice echoed through the small gap. “He’s been eating off our hands without a blink from us. I just discovered his little projects.” A slam of a heavy folder sounded among the room. “He has been gambling in the mafia since the very beginning, staying under the radar to avoid us. All the projects we have been involved in, his company, Kim industries, has been snagging them one by one. And ARIA is one of them. Even after those little bastards are dead, their family line still continued to dominate us.”

The 26 year old felt her fingers grip the doorframe tightly.

“How far off is he?” There was a thick tension radiating from the room. Everything had gone so quiet suddenly.

“Far enough to topple down the lowest of our rank in the circle.”

The circle. Yoona has heard about them before. A mysterious group of leaders. The term has come up in many of her uncle’s secret conversations when she had accidentally stumble upon them. Like today.

There was a silence in the room before something creeked and the door she was leaning on, swung open, toppling her balance and crashing her down to the floor. She groaned slightly at the pain. That was until someone gripped her hair and dragged her into the room.

She bit onto her lips from screaming out.

“We have a pest here, dad.” Yoona gulped as she recognised the harsh voice of her oldest cousin. Her luck has finally ran out. “Let’s teach her a little lesson.”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for the fateful slap that would grace her cheek... but after a minute of waiting, it never came. She slowly opened her eyes to see what was happening.

Taemin’s raised hand was being blocked off by another arm. The arm that was covered in a stripy grey suit with the finest material known to mankind. Only one person in the family has a taste for rare things. Her uncle.

“Leave her.” Her uncle’s firm voice cut through the thick silence. Both of his children stood gaping at the man. As for Yoona, she was surprised and shocked to hear the words. Lee Sung-Woo has never defended Yoona before. Her uncle was the one who gave his wife and children permission to torment her with verbal, physical and mental abuse. He let them break her down into bits as he watched from his throne quietly, not giving any care to his beaten and bruised niece. So, why now?

“But dad—”

“I said, leave her.” The older man repeated the words with a dark undertone to his voice. His son shivered before dropping his hand to his side. Yoona glanced at her eldest cousin, only to see him glaring at her. Something told her that she was still in the danger zone.

The elder Lee turned to face her, his light brown eyes boring into her dark ones.

“Get up, Yoona. I have a job for you.” He said, giving her a genuine smile that raised red flags in her head. His face showed the kind features he had mastered over the years while his eyes reflected his true intentions towards her.

Still stunned by his words, Yoona didn’t move from her position on the ground. She still sat on her knees, dress ruffled at places and hair pulled out into a messy hodgepodge due to her eldest cousin’s tight grip on her.

A sudden pain enveloped her when the same man applied a bit of strain onto her escaping roots, causing her to whimper softly.

“Don’t push your luck, pest.” She clenched her jaw at his words, holding herself back from bitting at him. It will sign her an eternity of pain if she ever did.

Slowly but surely, the 26 years old beauty picked herself up from the floor. She stood on her feet with shaky legs as her uncle walked back to his leather chair in the middle of the room.

“I won’t ask you how much you have heard because I know you have heard everything.” The male spoke, rubbing his hands together. “And frankly, it’s a good thing you know this now.” Yoona was puzzled by his words. “Do you remember Minseok?” She nodded which earned her a small laugh from him. “He always stuck around you and your sister like a magnet.”

Yoona bit her lips. Was he mocking her?

By now, she has been forcibly pushed onto a chair, across from her uncle’s table.

“Do you know he hates you?” Her body stiffened. “I bet this vendetta he has going on against Lee Enterprise is because of you. I mean, you were the reason for the death of his brothers after all. How can he not hate you?” Yoona felt a chill run down her back at those words. Her chest ached at the idea of Kim Minseok hating on her. She knew he did, but it hurts a lot when someone say that to her directly. “You very well know who was the target that night.” Yes, she knew. Yoona was the target. Lee Yoona and her older sister. The offspring of the current Lee family.

“And you know why he—” Before he could continue, Yoona cut him off with her hand banging on the dark polished table.

“You don’t need to tell me the past because I know what happened.” She hissed, trying to keep her tears at bay. “I know they died because of me. What do you actually want, uncle?”

A sudden pull on her hair was enough to know that his bratty children are acting up again. She could feel the long nails behind this one. It has to be her darling female cousin.

“Let her go, Ji-Soo.”

“But appa...”

“Let. Her. Go.” The younger child growled before letting go of Yoona’s hair. The 26 year old was surprised at the sudden change in her younger cousin’s behaviour. One moment she was crying and the second she’s on her feet like a wild cat, ready to tear her apart.

“What do you want from me?” Yoona demanded after a full minute of silence.

Traces of a faint smile appeared on her uncle’s lips. He pulled something out of his nearest cabinet and slapped it down onto the table infront of her. She stared at it blankly. It was a large yellow envelope about the size of an A4 page.

“I want you to go on a little trip for me. It’s indefinite of course.” He pointed to the envelope. “All your tickets, identity papers and everything else is in that envelope. You are going to be starting a new life. A new name, a new look and a new identity. Congrats Yoona, you are the new executive director of Lee Enterprise for the Korean branch. You’re going back home.”

“What?!” Three different voices in the room screamed, and Yoona was one of them.

“What do you mean?” She asked, stunned at the words he just blurted out.

His children were also looking at him in shock. Ji-soo’s hand was curled around a nearby couch pillow while Taemin’s fist was turning white due to the pressure he was applying on the chair next to Yoona.

The 26 year old flinched when the leather of the chair curved inwards at the raw strength. She looked at her uncle in obvious shock and fear.

“We need a new person to take the position. It been chaotic in our home country. Since you are practically useless to me right now, I have assigned you as the acting head. The position is yours to work with.”

“What—No!” Ji-Soo said in outrage. “That’s my position! How could you just give it to her?”

“I don’t need to explain my reasons to you, Ji-Soo.”

“But appa—” the girl looked appalled at her father.

“Leave my office. Both of you. Now.” The direct order was cold and piercing to his children’s hearts. The man who had never raised his voice on his kids, unless they did something wrong, is choosing their dirty cousin over them.

When Yoona heard the loud slams of the cabin’s door, she lifted her eyes up to the old man.

“Let’s talk in peace, shall we?”

********

Meanwhile, miles away from America and right into the heart of South Korea, a dark figure, clad in the most darkest attire of an assassin, battled his way through a crowd of armed men as his silver blade pierced through their bodies one by one. With each duck and with each stroke of his blade, blood spilled out onto him like splashes of water. The oncoming rain from above hit him like bullets as he rolled on the wet pavement and slashed at yet another men. His clothing that was designed in the most expensive polymer, tightened around his lean figure as he bent, jumped and rolled under various stalls to avoid the oncoming slaughter of the real bullets, aimed directly at his prominent limbs.

“Ya, hyung!” A childish voice whined from behind him. “Hurry up and save me already. I’m hungry!” A young boy said, jingling the silver metal cuffs on his wrist. He was sitting on a nearby stall, sucking onto a lollipop as armed men surrounded him.

The boy was unfazed by the ring leader who tried to make him cower in fear.

“Pali, Pali hyung!” He whined again when the ring leader tried to take away his lollipop. “Ya! You little cockroach, let go of my lollipop or I swear I’ll stuff your butthole with them.”

The assassin who was in the middle of a trio fight, shook his head in annoyance. He bent and rolled on the ground, letting his blade do the work instead.

“Aish.. this kid.” He muttered to himself before throwing one of his trusty knives at the grubby hands of the ring leader. The old, puggy man screeched in pain as his right hand is pierced by a pointy blade in the shape of a Star. “Stay the fuck away from my brother’s lollipop!”

The said brother smiled and continued to suck on the juicy blob of sugar.

Another minute passed, and the assassin’s enemies has decreased in numbers. Bodies piled up the wet pavement as the last of the armed men fell to the ground with a sliced neck. The only one remained was the puggy ring leader and his two trusted men.

“Daebak! Hyung, your awesome!” The younger boy cheered, clapping his cuffed hands together like a teenage Pom Pom girl. His light brown hair also bounced as he jumped up and down.“I feel so proud. My hyung is the best!”

The said hyung scoffed. He has heard that line several times from the younger boy on many different occasions.

“You say the same thing to others, Jungkookie.”

“No, I don’t.” The boy lied, giving the elder a huge, innocent pout. The tongue that has now turned blue due to the lollipop he has been sucking, lapsed around his puffy lips like a little boy. “Pali, Pali! Save me and let’s go for dinner.” He whined again, pouting his lips and widening his doe-eyes.

“Aish...” The said assassin grumbled before raising his sword like a true ninja. He grit his teeth and charged at the last remaining set of men.

A minute later, all three them fell lifelessly on the ground with broken limbs. The younger bunny boy cheered, jumping on the stall like a little kid.

“Yay! Let’s go for hotdogs now!”

The assassin clad in black huffed and wiped his sword clean with his sleeves. He stashed it back into its holster behind him before tugging on his younger brother’s metal cuffs and pulling him off the stall with one hard pull.

The said boy stumbled to his feet before landing on the wet pavement with a thud. His pretty, child-like face turned into a scowl as he felt the rain water seep into his black pants.

“Hyung!” He exclaimed angrily.

“This is the only favour I’m doing for you, Jungkookie” The assassin said in a husky voice as he removed his face mask. He pulled his hood back, revealing a nest of dark orange hair. “Go back home or I’ll dob on you. Next time you get kidnapped by goons, fight your way out. Don’t call me for help.”

“But it’s fun watching you fight.” The boy whined innocently. But he stopped when he noticed his hyung’s narrowed eyes. “Fine. Whatever.”

And with that he pulled himself up on his feet, discarding the metal cuffs on the ground with no help. His hands swiped another lollipop out of his pocket before he skipped away, throwing a simple smirk over his shoulders.

“I swear I’m going to skewer him one day.” The assassin mumbled before shaking his head. Who is he kidding? The bright, sunny angel inside him would never let the dark ninja kill his maknae.

Stupid brotherly bonds.

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goodtimingz · 4 years

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dreaming you would come true

intro. pt1. pt2. pt3. pt4. pt5.

AN: check the intro out^, as usual, if jae ever hunts for fic again i’ll cry. btw stream zombie!!!!!! sorry if it’s boring ;-; i have mundane relationship goals and i want to ask my future bf about psychology so if u study psych hmu lol

tags: studentlife, jae day6, fluff, college!au

: the one where you meet jae in your second year of college and it’s basically love at first sight. just little excerpts of what i think a relationship w jae would be like c:

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What can I do? I just like being with you.

Studying Psychology was great, when you were stressed you just pulled out your notes and cried into them. Which is exactly what you felt like doing at that moment, 10pm in the corner of the library. The library was reasonably packed, as it always was during finals. Just a bunch of students trying to cram a semesters worth of knowledge, some successful and others crying in the corner. You weren’t sure which group you fit into, but you were definitely questioning your existence in that moment.

The lanky boy from last week had been meeting you every night since you first met, an unspoken commitment but a consistent one nevertheless. Infact, he should be arriving about… now.

His ruffled hair and tired eyes met yours almost immediately. It had been only a few days but you were smiling at him like he already owned your heart, the smile he sent back making it harder to breathe.

“Yo y/n, what’s with the raccoon eyes, next time I see you are you gonna be in the trash?” No hello, just Jae as usual. You breathed out a sarcastic laugh wondering how he managed to look so casual? His grey hoodie had to be made from a very special material… boyfriend material.

“Ha. Ha, I actually might be though if I drop out and become homeless. Would you still hang out with me if I was a raccoon?” Jae rests his chin in his hands pretending to think it over.

“Well, raccoon’s are cute. I think having a raccoon friend would be pretty fun.”

“Of course your logic is spot on, good to know I have a home if I really do drop out.”

Jae laughs, he wants to reach out and touch your face, brush his hands through your hair and jab you in your sides until you can’t stop laughing. He would do a lot to keep that smile on your face.

The past few days you two had formed a routine without words, it kind of just happened. Bonding over your love for food, deep conversations and jokes, you two hit it off harder than Brian hitting Wonpil’s cup over in Music class. Even though Jae had felt like a total simp at first, going to the library with the sole purpose of meeting you the day after the phone drop, he was pleasantly surprised when you swiped half of your stuff to one side of the desk and waved him over.

Every time you smiled at him, he reminded himself to breathe. He had to be alive if he wanted to take you out, so breathing was important even when you made it so damn hard. He wasn’t super affectionate romantically but boy did he want to be now. You plagued his thoughts, at night he craved the feeling of you in his arms, in the day he wondered what it would be like to walk around with your hand in his. At lunch his thoughts drew back to you. One week had been the best torture ever.

“Jae, what are your thoughts on labels?” You perked up from his side, interrupting his thoughts of you as he pretended to scroll through his Ebook.

“Labels? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” He asked, turning to face you with a teasing grin.

“Hmm... similar concept!” You couldn’t help but smile in his direction. I mean… if you would be my boyfriend? You had to physically shake the thought out as Jae watched you with amusement in his eyes. “I mean, for my exam we have to discuss labelling in society, how would you label me?”

“I would label you a panda. You’re cute, you’re clumsy and you’re tired.”

“Jae, I am not clumsy, you can’t say that when you literally tripped up the stairs yesterday!” You pointed, laughing at the image. Had Jae called you cute just then? You tried to overlook it. Cute was something people called pets and small things, maybe he just seen you as small.

“How can you forget that you literally dropped your phone 8 times since we’ve met, and we only hang at night time in one place. You have butter fingers!” He had a point but you shot him a childish glare. So your phone had gone through some hard times, but Jae had literally dropped his when you first met so who was the real butter fingers?

“Don’t you think it’s time for a boba run?” Changing the topic was the only way you’d escape, or it’d be a roast about who was clumsier which would end in you both laughing until everyone around you hated your souls.

“Definitely what I needed to hear.”

And just like that you both packed up your stuff and exited the warm building. With Jae things were exciting even when life felt mundane. You’d catch yourself smiling through your day just thinking about him, and the frequency of that happening just kept increasing.

The night was cold, but you refused to shiver. If you did Jae would probably tease you and say, “I ain’t giving you my hood, equal rights!”. You would then shove him and then he’d shove you. Gosh, he was so childish sometimes and yet you loved it. He knew how to act, he carried himself as this chill guy who never let life get to him, but you knew it did. Sometimes you would hear a groan, a sigh, and you knew life just wasn’t going how he wanted it to. Whenever you asked him questions he would think them over thoroughly, even if his initial response was a joke.

An idle thought crossed your mind. “Jae, what time does the boba shop close?” You both glanced as he pulled out his phone, his eyes widening as it read 10:45pm.

“11pm.” 15minutes till closing and a 20 minute walk? You watched as he tucked his phone away, but you did not expect him to grab your wrist and run. This meant you were literally being dragged along with him, and by the time you arrived at the store (receiving weird glances from the owner), you two were laughing your asses off out of sheer adrenaline. It felt good to run in the cold night together and despite you being out of breath, you managed to squeeze in a few chicken running jokes on the way.

“You’re so short it’s like watching a baby pig run.” Jae teased, poking your cheek and heading to the counter to order.

“Sorry we aren’t all lanky giraffes, Jae.”

“Don’t hate the player hate the game Y/n!” Jae held his hands up in defence with the cutest grin. “What game! Life?” You shoved him gently with a smile, leaning around him to pay for your drink. His hand quickly pushed yours away, tapping his card to pay.

“Hey! We’re both broke what are you doing?” You had no idea what he was thinking. Last time you heard he was complaining about having only $3.20 in his account.

Jae simply smiled in an sickly sweet way, shrugging his shoulders and walking to a seat.

He was broke. But he felt rich in soul. Okay, that was extremely cheesy. It’s just the way you laughed while running beside him, it made him feel so alive.

He cared about you now, no take backs!

You planted a tiny seed in his heart and he was watering it everyday, it grew so fast and he knew it would be hard to get out. You sat across from him gazing around at the decorations of the store mindlessly and he couldn’t stop thinking about how he didn’t want to lose the image of you.

Life had been plain, last week he couldn’t even remember. It all felt the same. Study, play, sleep, eat and repeat. Everyday he was one step closer to stepping out of college, and he really tried hard to enjoy the mundane times of his life. But after a whole year of playing catch up with college work and performing, he thoroughly enjoyed the idea of finally having someone to share it with.

“Jae, you should let me dye your hair.” You looked genuinely excited and slightly evil, hands reaching over to touch Jae’s hair. “It’s kind of dead. That definitely means pink next.” Jae feigned annoyance but he won’t admit he leaned into your touch a liiiiittle.

“What in the world is going through your head to think I would trust you with such a special job. My hair is my image!” He could feel the tips of his ears giving away his chill image.

“Do we need to talk Jae? You know you’re more than your hair. You have a great personality too. I can book you in tomorrow at 9pm.” Your teasing made him reach over and scruff up your hair sending you into giggles.

“We get it Y/N, you’re gonna be a crazy psychologist though.” He laughed, hoping he could be there to see the day you graduate.

BRO.

Jae needed a good slap. He’d fallen too hard in such a short time, maybe he was just stressed.

(It definitely wasn’t that.)

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thinkaboutdobrik · 5 years

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The Shed Behind The House -> Crawford Collins

A/n: this is a series of many crawfors requests, so i combined them all together and came up w this little thing! enjoy

Plot: you're in the reality house and about to compete against Lauren. Once it's over, you and Crawford spend some time together as you keep getting progressively drunker. ;);)

It was your turn to finally do a challenge. You were going up against Lauren, and ever since the voting you had been dreading this very moment.

You and Lauren were standing with both feet in front of the tub, worryingly keeping your eyes glued to it. Kian and Jc had been very generous with the ice - so much to the point where it was almost overflowing.

"On your marks.." Jc started.

You swallowed hard and looked at Lauren. She looked back at you with the exact same facial expression. "Good luck." she nodded, and you nodded back.

All the contestants were standing around you, watching as you and Lauren were getting in the tub.

Corey nudged Crawford's side and leaned into his ear. "Imagine what an ass like that could do." Corey chuckled and pointed at your ass.

"Dude." Crawford replied fast, shaking his comment off.

"C'mon. Look at her! Haven't you ever wondered? And now she's here, in a little bikini. This is like a dream come true for you, isn't it?" Corey added just to poke fun of his best friend.

Crawford laughed and heavily rolled his eyes, trying to pretend as if Corey wasn't completely right.

"Get set-" Jc continued as you and Lauren were standing with both feet in the ice water.

"Sit down!" he continued, and you did as he said.

At first the cold hit you like a wall of bricks. You got instant goosebumps and could feel ice cold water hitting every single inch of your body.

But a few seconds in your body had already gotten numb, not feeling the cold as much anymore, which was a relief.

"Oh, this isn't that bad." you bragged as you glanced over at Lauren who was shivering.

And it was true, it didn't feel that bad. Infact you were starting to feel comfortable, more than expected, and a few moments later Lauren stood up from the ice bath and threw her hands in the air as she sighed.

"Looks like we have a winner, guys!" Kian cheered to the camera before it was panned towards you.

Everyone cheered and clapped for you and you felt a wave of confidence come over you.

"Here," a voice said from behind you and once you turned around your eyes landed on Crawford standing behind you and handing you a towel. "you did great!"

"Thanks." you chuckled and reached for the towel.

Crawford's eyes were glued to your body, looking you up and down as a small smirk appeared on his face. "Uh, yeah. Y-you're welcome." he smiled in return once he managed to shake himself out of the trance he was in.

Moments pass and you had finally gotten to take a steamy hot shower which was definitely needed considering your fingertips were turning blue at this point.

You spent the next 30 minutes in the shower, enjoying the nice warm water hitting every inch of your skin.

Once you finally got out three knocks came from your bedroom door.

"What's up?" you asked as you opened the door and landed your eyes on Corey.

"Everyone's hanging out outside. Jc brought beers."

"K, I'll be there in a sec!" you smiled in return and closed the door behind you.

You put on your favorite pair of biker shorts and an oversized tee shirt to go with it, threw your hair in a messy ponytail, and headed outside.

Everyone were sitting around the pool. Some were sitting in small groups, chit chatting and what not, and you scanned the area looking for the most tempting group; Crawford, Corey and Bobby.

You walked over to them as they were standing by the table filled with a bunch of whiteclaws and coronas.

"Want a beer?" Crawford offered and handed you a beer.

You took a big gulp of it and let out a relieved sigh.

Hanging out with Corey, Bobby and Crawford was one of your favorite things to do in the house. For some reason you just clicked better with them than the rest of the people in the house, and not only that but Crawford had also been eyeing you, and you him, for some time now so naturally you wanted to be wherever Crawford was.

Corey and Bobby left to help Kian and Jc with something inside the house. You and Crawford were left by the pool, just the two of you. At first you felt a little awkward considering you had a little crush on Crawford and didn't know what to say, but once Crawford scooted closer to you and started making conversation, everything felt more relaxed.

Crawford's eyes were glued to you as you spoke, and you watched as his dimple appeared and his colgate white smile was plastered all over his face whenever you made a joke.

Butterflies were starting to appear in your stomach, and one beer after another you had started to feel a sudden wave of confidence come over you. That, and you were also getting pretty tipsy at this point.

"Crawford, you know.." you started and took a long look at his face as you smiled.

"What?" he questioned in return and looked at you in confusion.

"You're pretty hot. Am not gonna lie, dude. You're pretty fine and any girl is lucky to have you." you slurred as you drunkenly tried flirting with him.

His cheeks turned pink and he smiled from one ear to the other, trying to form a sentence.

"I-, thank you. You too. You're hot too." Crawford complimented back and winked at you.

By now he was well aware you were tipsy, but he still found it very charming how you complimented him.

"I may be drunk, but you know how when you're drunk you supposedly tell the truth. So there you go." you shrugged which caused him to laugh and nod along.

At this point the two of you were sitting very close. There was chemistry in the air, you stomach was swarmed with butterflies, his too, and all you wanted was to kiss him.

Him leaning in and glancing down at your lips everytime he spoke didn't help either, and it was clear that part of Crawford wanted to kiss you too.

"Let's get out of here. I wanna show you something." you smiled from ear to ear and got up from the ground, dragging Crawford along with you and rounding the corner of the house.

"What's back here?" Crawford questioned as you dragged him through a tight space and some prickly bushes.

"You'll see. But we need to go through these bushes. I'll go first so I can protect you." you slurred and smiled before racing off and dragging Crawford through the bushes.

"That's gonna leave a mark." Crawford mumbled to himself as he tried dodging all the sticks and bushes poking his sides and scratching his face.

"Look! We're here. Tada!" you cheered once you had finally gotten through the jungle og big bushes behind the house.

Placed in front of you was an old messed up, partly broken, bench sitting next to some old and ugly furniture. Maby bushes and shrubs was surrounding the bench and it was obvious the owners of the house had either forgotten about the area, or just completely neglected it. Either way, even though it looked ugly, it was quite the cozy space.

"Whoah. How'd you find this place?" Crawford asked in surprise as he looked around with big eyes.

"I don't know. I was just exploring and I stumbled upon it. Isn't it great? Come, let's sit." you cheered before carefully sitting down on the broken bench.

The bench cracked as you sat down and you let out a shriek. Luckily it didn't break down under you, and once you were fully sat down Crawford joined you.

"So.. what now?" Crawford chuckled as he looked at you.

You glanced down at his lips as you scooted closer to him. You gently placed a hand on his thigh and smiled, watching how Crawford's cheeks blushed even more than before.

"I don't know..." you whispered and leaned in.

You and Crawford were mere inches from eachother, and his breath was hitting your lips when he spoke.

Crawford's hand gently rested on your cheek as he looked you in the eyes. He gave you a quick, nervous, smile before glancing down at your lips and back at your eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" Crawford whispered, making the first move.

You giggled and nodded, placing your hand on his neck and pulling him closer.

"Wait- someone's coming." Crawford said and interrupted your moment as soon as he heard foot steps on the other side of the bushes. "Let's hide in that shed over there." he whispered and got up from the bench, dragging you along with him.

He carefully opened the door to the crappy looking shed and carefully stepped inside.

The shed was almost empty exept for some old wood and tools sitting in the corner, clearly not being used for the longest time.

Crawford leaned against the wall as he held your hand and pulled you a little closer. Your chests were touching and you tried to make little to no sound, but the breaths escaping your mouths were too heavy.

"We're breathing too hard." Crawford chuckled.

You chuckled along and placed both hands on either of his cheeks, pulling him closer before finally pressing your lips against his. Although it did help your heavy breaths calm down a bit, the butterflies in your stomach were going insane.

You pulled away and giggled. Perhaps that wasn't the best thing to do considering Kian and Jc were already standing right outside the shed and scanning the newfound area.

"Did you just hear that?" Kian questioned from the outside.

Looking through the cracks of the wall you could see them turn towards the shed and in your direction.

The door opened and you and Crawford stood perfectly still in hopes of them not being able to see you in the dark.

"Is there someone in there??" Jc nervously asked as he looked over Kian's shoulder.

"I think it's-" Kian started and squinted his eyes, trying to focus on the dark room.

"Hey! It's y/n and Crawford! What's up!" Kian greeted as he landed his eyes on the two of you pushed up against the wall.

"Uh- Hey, bro. What's up?" Crawford casually asked trying to play it off cool.

"We're y'all just kissing?" Jc asked and stepped up from behind Kian.

Your jaws dropped as you looked at Jc by the door. "No!" you and Crawford lied in unison.

"Don't play that bull crap, we know y'all were kissing." Kian said and pointed a finger in your faces as he pulled some kissy faces.

The four of you stepped outside of the shed.

"Alright, fine. We were. Just don't tell Corey, bro." Crawford admitted and worryingly looked at Kian and Jc.

The only reason he didn't want Corey to know was because he knew Corey'd make a big deal over it. He knew Crawford had had his eyes on you ever since you stepped into the house.

"We got you, brother." Jc nodded and put his fist out for Crawford to give him a bro fist.

Kian and Jc crawled out of the bushes and left you and Crawford behind.

"Whoah. They totally almost caught us. That was a close one!" you slurred and burst into laughter as you leaned your body weight on Crawford's side.

Crawford, having to catch you so you didn't stumble over your feet, looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. "What are you talking about? They literally just caught us."

"Oh.." you chuckled and buried your face in your hands.

"But hey," Crawford started and cupped your cheeks in his hands to catch your attention.

"It's our little secret. Okay?" he smiled before pressing his lips against yours.

You smiled and giggled into the kiss, kissing him back.

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