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Silent Love: Ch. 5 - "Good Guy."

⊹ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Four

Previous Chapter: Project Week

Chapter One: New Roommate(s)

Master-List: Here!

.・゜゜・｡･ﾟﾟ･ ╰┈➤ Sukuna x Reader

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Sypnosis:

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.

However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.

You hate him.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Genre:

College/Modern World AU. Multiple parts.

Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Word Count: 10,040

･｡ﾟ☆: *･ November 27th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Monday

The weekend was… tense.

That pissed you off.

It still pisses you off.

You’re still hurt, too.

Yuuji notices, he has yet to ask, but knowing that you came home upset with Sukuna after being happy the whole day with him, he has a feeling he knows the reason. “Do you want to watch this movie?” Yuuji asks, looking over his shoulder.

You take your eyes off the computer, looking at the TV. “No, that one looks sad.” You look back at your screen, “Can you play a comedy, or something?” You jump up at a thought for a moment, “Oh, wait, I know what, play the movie Selena.”

Yuuji tilts his head, “Selena?” He turns back to the TV, searching up the name on Netflix.

You nod, “Mhm, Selena, I have a feeling you’re going to like her.” You continue typing away at the computer while glancing at your notebook. You’re content with all the information you gathered during the week, however, you don’t know how to go about Sukuna’s “Mental Evaluation.”

Now that the two of you aren’t talking–aren’t even looking at each other–it feels wrong to write about him, more a less do your project on him. You sigh, dropping your head on your keyboard, “I hate this project, and I hate Gojo.”

Yuuji doesn’t respond, already sucked into the movie. Which is what you expected, Selena has that effect on people, even in her young age of childhood. You can’t imagine how Yuuji’s going to react when he finally sees her grown and a singer.

You shiver, the window no longer flooding the sun’s light, “Yuuji, I’m cold.” You whisper.

Yuuji waves his hand, “I have some extra blankets in my room, you can grab one–oh! There’s also some snacks in there, too. Bring them so we can watch the movie.” He starts to stand up, “I can help you find them–”

“No, it’s okay.” You put your hand out, stopping him while you stand up. “You enjoy the movie, I’ve seen it a million times with my mom. I practically have it memorized by now.” Yuuji nods, while you make your way to his room.

For a moment you pause and look at Sukuna’s door. It’s the same it’s been this whole weekend, closed and silent. It makes your stomach turn. You want to knock, you want to give Sukuna the benefit of the doubt, you really do, but you can’t. A part of you wishes you could go back in time and listen to what he had to say when he called your name on Friday, but you’re scared–no, you're terrified.

You want to know if he was going to apologize. Yet, another part of you knows that isn’t the case. And that is what scares you. You care for Sukuna, you lik–you shake your head–the idea of him rejecting you, or using you is terrifying.

What if he just tells you to leave him alone? You can’t bear to hear that again. You can’t bear to be a girl he forgets about. It’s so stupid. You’re being so stupid, you genuinely hate it.

You bite the corner of your bottom lip, pushing Yuuji’s door open and flicking on the switch. Only to quickly realize, it doesn't work, to be honest, you’re not entirely surprised by that, you were expecting much worse. Even when you open his closet and grab the snacks and blanket, you were expecting his unopened lego box collection to fall on you, luckily, it didn’t.

You wrap yourself with the blanket, and hold the snacks between your arms, “Yuuji, I think I found all of the snacks.” You yell from his room, closing the door behind you, “Your lego sets almost killed me, but–” You feel your stomach drop, your words dying. Your fingers almost go slack, but you catch yourself, tightening your grasp on the snacks in exchange.

Sukuna pressing his lips together, his eyes moving up and down your frame, before naturally looking at the women besides him. He can see your expression sour from the corner of his eye, and it makes his stomach turn uncomfortably.

The blonde woman laughs, “Oh, hi, baby. It’s been a hot second, huh?” She gives you a satisfied smile, her hands hanging on her hips, “Interesting look you got going there.” She points at you, her finger moving up and down your outfit.

It feels weird… knowing that he’s looking at you after actively avoiding you the whole weekend, and refusing to even breathe in your direction. You give both of them an uncomfortable look, “I’m home? What do you expect me to look like?” You want to move past them, you really do, but that feels embarrassing and uncomfortable. Besides… you’ve made a point to only wear your cute pajamas now that you live with two guys.

She wrinkles her nose, “Who knows.” She turns to Sukuna’s door, pushing it open with confidence. “Something that looks even a bit cute.” She enters the room with a happy skip, leaving you and Sukuna alone in the hall.

You look to the side, a bit of a hurt expression gracing your face.

Sukuna mindlessly mirrors your body language, but keeps his eyes on you. He’s observing you, looking at the snacks in your hands, along Yuuji’s thick blanket wrapped around your shoulder. He can hear his little brother watching a movie in the living room, a part of him wonders if it’s a movie night. Another part of his wonders if he can–

“Can you move?” Your eyes are still looking away from him, your fingers tight around the bags of snacks, you can hear them crinkle underneath your fingers. “Yuuji’s waiting for me.”

Sukuna bites the inside of his cheek, nodding. He pushes himself to the wall, watching as you pass him. He can smell you shampoo and perfume, he can also see the way your eyes look a bit glossy. But, he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what to say, and most importantly, he doesn’t want to say anything.

You bite your bottom lip the moment you enter the living room, quickly wiping your eyes as you move behind Yuuji. Hugging him from behind while the blanket engulfs both of you. You close your eyes, sighing into his trapezius, completely relaxing into his body. You’re a bit surprised he can hold up your whole weight without even flinching.

Yuuji keeps his attention to the screen while asking, “You okay?” You nod into his shirt, letting your arms drape over his shoulder as you hold him close. He just nods, leaning into you and taking one of the snacks you took from his room.

You open your mouth, your eyes blurring and turning glossy again as Yuuji pops a chip into your mouth.Stupid Sukuna. Why is liking you so fucking hard?

“I think I’m in love.” Yuuji mindlessly mumbles.

You laugh a tiny bit, moving away from him and back to your computer. “Don’t worry, I was too.” You’re back to typing away, stealing glances at the TV, but mostly Yuuji. Drinking up all his reactions to the movie. “Hate the way it feels, though.”

“I invited Nobara and Megumi.” He tells you randomly, looking at you with glossy eyes. “I’m sorry, but this movie is too good to watch alone.” He wipes his eyes with the back of his hands, “I also told them to bring pizza and tissues.” He smiles to himself, “Also those delicious cheese sticks from Claim Jumpers.”

You smile, happy Yuuji can give you some semblance of a break. If anything, you’re more than grateful you’ve met Yuuji. Of course, technically, he is the one who brought you into this mess, but is the same one who manages to make everything feel better.

You nod into him, “Great call, babe.”

—

Megumi’s eye twitches, “What the hell is going on?” He’s looking at you like you're the reason. Which… you are, but he’s not supposed to automatically assume that. “Why is Yuuji crying…? Again?” Megumi places his hand over his eyes, and you swear you can hear him whisper, ‘Why is he always crying?’

You sheepishly play with the end of your shirt, “I introduced him to Selena, and this is the first time he’s seeing the movie.” You scratch your cheek, glancing back to Yuuji with a worried expression, “Uh, I didn’t expect it to affect him… this much.”

Megumi furrows his eyebrows, his eyes twitching for a moment, “Oh…” He places the pizza on the dining room table, along with passing Yuuji the box of tissues. “I thought he was joking, but…” He’s giving Yuuji and uncomfortable look.

Nobara looks at the screen, shaking her head. “Ah, no, it’s Selena. Completely reasonable.” She pops open the pizza box, picking a silence. “Cried my eyes out the first time she showed me this movie.” She bites the pizza with a distant expression, mumbling, “Memories.”

You grab a slice too, “I did, too. I just thought Yuuji would absolutely love Selena.” You glance at him, watching as he’s absolutely engrossed in the movie, you laugh a bit before grabbing a napkin and sitting down next to him, lifting the pizza to his mouth so he can take a bite. “Besides, this is supposed to be sad.”

Megumi looks at the screen, “The music is nice.”

“How can you listen to this song and not cry?” Nobara adds, however, she's eyeing you and Yuuji. “Dreaming of you," is a certified cry song. Something you listen to when your heart is breaking, you need a good cry, or just need a good song to listen to.”

You nod feverishly, agreeing with Nobara. Passing Yuuji another bite of his pizza. “Nobara gets it, Megumi, we just need to convert you now.”

“Hard pass.” He sits down at the table, scrolling through his phone.

You laugh.

“You and Yuuji seem close.” Nobara sits down next to you with a smile, “Something happened during the week you’ve been here?” She wiggles her shoulder suggestively, passing you a look you can’t help but roll your eyes at.

But, it’s quickly replaced with shock when her words settle in your mind, “It’s only been a week?!” There’s actually no way. “Oh my god, please say you’re lying.”

“It hasn’t.” Megumi shakes his head, which gives you some form of relief, before he quickly adds, “More like two.” For some reason, that makes it even worse.

You’re almost spiraling at that, how the hell has it only been two weeks?! You blink a few times, “Uh, that’s amazing…” You let Yuuji take another bite of the food, “I genuinely don’t think that I’m going to make it till the end of finals.”

Nobara leans her head on your shoulder, but a small worried look graces her face. “Hey, are you okay?” She examines your face, noticing the bags and dreariness in your eyes. “You look rough. Mostly tired.” Then, she gasps like a madwoman, her eyes growing with excitement. “Wait, don’t tell me! You and Suk–”

“I won’t tell you.” You cut her off, taking an aggressive bite into the pizza. Only to remember that the pizza isn’t yours, it’s Yuuji, and you internally scold yourself. You look at Yuuji, then Megumi, then back at Nobara, whispering, “At least, not right now…”

This makes Nobara light up, “Oh my gosh, I can’t wait!” She whispers back excitedly, jumping up slightly. She grabs your shoulders, wiggling you, “I’m actually so jealous, I can’t believe you actually—“

“Stop assuming things.” You whisper aggressively, narrowing your eyes, “I’ll tell you later.” You pout, looking at the screen with furrowed eyebrows. “That’s if I still like you by them.” You mumble.

“I’m totally sleeping over.” Nobara says with a smirk, letting her head fall on your nape, “Girls night, you need to fill me in on all the shit the two of you did together.”

Yuuji passes you a questionable look, which makes you groan, pushing her away and mumbling, “Shut up.” Yet, Nobara is quick at your side again.

“Did you bring the cheese sticks?” Yuuji asks, looking at Megumi, he cocks his head in your direction, “We’ve been waiting patiently for them.”

You swear you imagined it, but you swear that you can see Megumi's subtle smile. Looking down at his feet while he bites the side of his cheek, a small huff of air leaving his nose. His voice comes in shaky as he says, “C-Cheese sticks?”

Nobara burst into a fit of laughter, falling on her back while she points and laughs at the two of you. You give her a questionable look, confused on her amusement, “What? What’s so funny?” You look at Yuuji for support, only to see his equally confused expression, “We literally just want our cheese sticks.”

Nobara’s laughter grows more frantic, while Megumi’s subtle smile turns into a full on laugh.

Yuuji raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side, you mimic his actions. “What? They’re good?” He says quietly, confused on what could possibly be so funny.

Nobara points at Yuuji, trying to collect herself as she forces out, “W-Wait, you call them cheese sticks?” She wipes her eyes.

Yuuji’s eyebrows furrow, absolutely confused. “Yeah? What… what else would they be called?” He laughs awkwardly, passing the two of them an unsure smile.

Nobara looks at you for a second, laughing lightly. “Yuuji, babe, love of my life. Man I will marry, and love for the rest of my days. Pray that one day I will die hand to hand with.” She hugs him, pushing you out of the way. “They’re called mozzarella sticks.” She whispers.

Yuuji shakes his head, “Yeah, no. They’re not.” He looks at Megumi, desperately in your opinion, “Megumi, tell her. They’re cheese sticks, right?” There’s a bit of uneasiness in his voice, almost shaky.

Megumi slowly looks to the side, taking a bite of his pizza. “Yuuji…” He softly starts, keeping his composure, “I could’ve sworn we talked about this a little while ago, and..”

Yuuji shakes his head, “Don’t tell me.”

Megumi nods, “I’m sorry to tell you… again.”

“I feel sick.” He grabs your shirt, calling your name desperately, “Be here for me, be on my side, what are they called…?” You swear you can see some tears pearling in his waterline.

“Uh..” You pass an unsure glance at Nobara, “Are they really called mozzarella sticks?” Your question is just as uneasy as Yuuji is right now, and you think rightfully so. Was your whole childhood a lie?

Nobara gives you a somber look, looking down and closing her eyes. Almost as if you told her your favorite celebrity had finally gotten into a relationship with someone. “I’m… not sorry.”

Yuuji hunches over, grabbing his stomach. “Wow…” He whispers, “I feel like my life has changed.” He shakes his head, grabbing his mouth, “And, not for the better…” You pat his back accordingly, this is just as equally as a tragedy to you, as it is to Yuuji.

“So, every time I’ve gone to Claim Jumpers with you guys and asked for cheese sticks, the waiters just?... never corrected me?” Yuuji looks absolutely shocked, passing you a glance, “So, yesterday when we ordered some, we must’ve looked like dumbasses.”

You let out a breath of disbelief, “What the hell…?”

Nobara plots herself on the couch, letting out a satisfied sigh, “I can’t believe you idiots thought they’re called cheese sticks.” She waves her hand cockily, “If you guys look like idiots, obviously the two of you are.”

Yuuji narrows his eyes at her, “Did you even bring them?”

Nobara loudly laughs, “No.”

—

“So, tell me babe.” Nobara slides the shirt you lended to her over her head, then jumps on your bed. “What’s going on between you two? Friends with benefits, situationship, maybe even secretly dating?” She smirks to herself, whispering, “Secretly dating…” One more time for good measure.

You kick your lounge shorts to the side, bending down and grabbing some sleeping pants to keep warm, “None of that, Nobara.” You push your hair over your shoulder, “You and your imagination, I swear.”

“Not true, I’m just trying to get the juicy details.” She gives you an annoyed look, pointing at your body, “I’m sorry, but with how hot you are and how unfairly hot Sukuna is, there had to be so much sexual tension, I’m so upset I couldn’t have seen it.”

“Nobara!” You say, a bit louder than you would’ve liked. “I don’t like him right now, and you’re making it really hard for me to take you seriously.” Your face is burning up, her implications slowly starting to get to you.

“Yeah, sure, honey.” Nobara places her hand over her lips to hide her catty smile, looking to the side and singing, “I’m sure you “hate” him.” She uses her free hand to make a lewd motion that looks similar to intimately shaking a soda bottle.

You feel your eyes twitch, your face burning up even more. “Oh my god. I’m goin–I hope you kill yourself.” You place your face in your hands, shaking your head, “No. I’m going to kill myself, I swear…”

She laughs, leaning back in your bed and picks up the stuffed bunny she gave you long ago. “You love me so much, I know, I know.” Yet, her face falls a bit, “Okay, but, seriously. Are you okay? You look… tired. More so than normal.”

You press your lips together, moving to your vanity and sitting down in front of the mirror. Pulling at the bottom of your eyes, “Yes.” You shrug, “I don’t know, but…” You sigh, already knowing Nobara is going to absolutely lose her mind, “The whole week was–” You shake your head, just pull off the bandaid, “We did something on Friday at the party.”

Nobara blinks a few times, before screaming into the bunny excitedly, “No way! No way! Yes, way!” She wiggles her shoulders, hugging the bunny, “You have to tell me everything that happened, did you suck him out?” She loudly gasps, “Did he suck you off? Or… eat you out?”

“No!” You yell at her, throwing a lipliner at her head. Which she dodges with ease, you turn back to the mirror, “Oh my god, can you like not for five seconds?”

Nobara gives you an exasperated look, “What? I’m sorry but, can you blame me?” She taps her chest, “You’ve never done anything with anyone, you can’t be mad because I’m excited for you.” She does sound excited, but you wish it was directed somewhere else right now.

You grab a wet wipe, removing your makeup, “I know and I would be too, if it wasn’t for–” You falter, your hand pausing, “Right before I…” You feel your face heat up, “When I was close to finishing, he–”

Nobara tilts her head, sitting up in your bed and looking at you through the mirror. “Close to finishing? He was getting you off?” She smiles a bit, “Babe, you can’t throw these hot single lines at me and not tell me the juicy details.”

“..Yes, he was… you know.” You let your eyes move to the side, “We were doing stuff at a party… in a laundry room, while my clothes were getting washed.”

Nobara gawks at this, “Oh my god… I’m so jealous.” She shakes her head, “Okay, I’m sorry, actually continue now.”

You continue whipping your eyes, “Remember how I told you about our deal? About how we’d only be friends for like a week for the project, then just kind of forget about each other?” You press your lips together.

Nobara looks to the side in thought, “Maybe, I don’t–just tell me what happened?”

“He threw it in my face while we were doing that.” You bite your bottom lip, “Told me he was happy I finally gave in before the week was over.” You toss the makeup wipe on your desk, pushing yourself away from the vanity. “I just–I like him, Nobara, and I know I shouldn’t, but I do. And, I thought he liked me too, he was starting to be… human, but I guess not…”

Nobara wraps her arms around you, “Oh, babe, I’m so sorry.” She rubs your back, pulling away while her hands stay on your shoulders, “I genuinely feel so shitty now, I really didn’t know. You don’t deserve that.”

“You were distracted by his hot face.” You give her a small smile, but there’s some pain littered through it. “I don’t blame you, I was too.”

Nobara laughs for a moment, “I get it, my asshole has a hot face, too.” She leans close, her cheek touching yours, “He also knows how to use his hands.”

“Tell me about it.” You pull her on your bed, pulling the thick blanket over your heads. Creating a small fort of sorts. “And now he’s in his room with the girl he told me he blocked.” You think for a moment, “Actually, it’s the girl he blocked twice, one of them then he told me to do.”

Nobara makes a face, it’s a bit smug, “Okay, I know we hate him right now, but like…?” She lifts her hands, moving them up and down as if she were balancing something. “Ate…” She laughs a bit, “Devoured… I fear.”

You place your hand over your mouth, shouting a small, “I know.” Before shaking your head, “Okay, stop, I’m supposed to hate him right now.” You look to the side, “But, yeah, I totally ate that shit up. He could’ve asked me to strip and I probably would’ve done it.” You shake your head, “Back on topic. Hate him, we hate him.”

“Back to hating him.” Nobara says completely seriously. Creating an ‘x’ with her hands. “He’s not even that hot.”

You nod in agreement, before thinking, “Well… let’s not be crazy here.”

Nobara sighs, “I know..” She says a bit disappointed, “I thought lying to ourselves would make us feel better, but I’m afraid I feel the same.” You nod in agreement.

Your eyes light up, remember something, “By the way, I hope you brought some headphones.” You reach for yours, wiggling them in the air.

Nobara gives you a questionable look, before slowly saying, “Why?” She takes them from you, allowing her fingers to run over the cold metal. They’re heavy, and feel really nice. She puts them on, and instantly notices their sound proof.

That makes her stomach turn a bit.

You pull them off her head, letting them fall into your lap. “Haven’t I told you what happened on my first day here?” You tap your bottom lip, thinking for a moment, “I could’ve sworn I did…”

“You probably did.” She falls back on your bed, getting comfortable in your soft sheets. “Sometimes I just stop listening, you tend to yap a lot.” She cattily smirks, closing her eyes completely pleased with herself.

“I will make you sleep with Yuuji tonight, Nobara. Don’t test me.” You deadpan, grabbing a pillow and slapping it over her face. She dramatically puts one of her hands in the air. You smile at this, “I know you’re not going to be happy with how loud he snores.”

“No! Not again, I’ve been hit!” She laughs into the pillow, “Oh, but please do. I’m sure adding more blackmail into my Yuuji collection will make me happy.” She pulls the pillow away from her face, tapping your cheek. “There’s no winning for you here, babe.”

You slap her hand away from your face, “I hate you.”

･｡ﾟ☆: *･ November 28th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Tuesday

Eating breakfast with Yuuji is an activity you didn’t think you would miss, until right now.

Yuuji hands you a paper towel, “Now, watch me.” He places the paper towel over the bowl, covering the flakes underneath the towel. “Watch carefully.” He whispers, now placing his palm over the towel and applying pressure to it, crushing the flakes underneath his palm.

“Why are we–how does this enhance the eating experience, Yuuji?” You mimic his actions, feeling the flakes awkwardly poke and prod at your skin under the pressure.

“Trust me, I’ve done this since I’ve gained consciousness.” Yuuji reassures, peeling off the paper towel and looking at the now small flakes, then nodding to himself in approval. “Perfect, now we can add the milk.

You remove your towel and allow Yuuji to pour in the milk, swirling your spoon in the food. “Okay, and I’m allowed to eat it now, right?” You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, “You won’t throw out my food again, right?”

Yuuji sighs, taking a bite of the cereal while mumbling, “Don’t patronize me.”

You follow suit, taking a bite of the food and humming with satisfaction. “Yuuji…” You begin, chewing your food slowly to build suspense. Placing your finger in a curve above your lips.

Yuuji’s eyes light up with excitement, nodding his head excitedly, “Yeah!”

You nod a few more times, taking another spoonful and chewing slowly. “Yes, I see.” You look him dead in the eye, “It’s… exactly the same.” That’s not a complete lie, but you can admit it’s more fun to eat now. Less poky and hard.

Yuuji collapses on the floor, crumbling to his knees. “You kill me a little every single day.” He sticks his tongue out, a small ‘bleh!’ leaving his mouth, “If I die at the ripe age of forty, I’m blaming you.”

You laugh, patting his head while you continue to eat your food. “It’s okay Yuuji, I’ll probably be in my death bed right next to you.” You quickly finish your meal, placing it in the sink while lowering Yuuji’s bowl to his height. Allowing him to take it from your hands and continue his food.

“I’m going to be getting ready.” You pat his head again, a part of you tempted to kiss his head, but you suffice with the head pat. “You enjoy your food, babe, I’ll be getting changed.” You start to walk to your room, before pausing for a moment, “Also, I’m not going to my classes today.”

Yuuji stuffs his face with food, while his eyebrows pull together in a worried expression. “What, why?” He stands up, shoving his plate in the sink. “Are you not feeling well? Or, did something else happen?” He’s worried, which is endearing.

“No, I’m okay.” You reassure him, and continue to your room with Yuuji behind you. “I just have some work to catch up on, and some other stuff happening.” You wave your hand dismissively, “Some family stuff I need to work out with my parents.”

Yuuji pouts, “Oh, I hope everything works out, then…” He scratches the back of his neck, his cheeks tinting in red ever so slight, “If… if you have anything you want to talk about, I know Nobara is your best friend and all, but you can talk to me, too.”

You stop, looking at him from your shoulder with a bit of a dumbfounded look, before a smile builds on your lips. Immediately turning on your heel and hugging him, arms snuggly around his torso. “Don’t worry, Yuuji, it’s nothing bad.” You squeeze him a bit tighter, then pull away while smiling at him. “And, thank you.” You tilt your head, “I hope you can also come to me with any problems you might have.”

Yuuji smiles at that, nodding eagerly. “I promise I will!”

“You make it sound like you’re going to look for a reason to cry in my arms now.” You move to your door, pushing it open with a small huff.

“Maybe, I am.” Yuuji grabs his red converse and sits down on the floor to put them on, “Uhg! Ouh!...” He groans, placing his fist against his chest as if he stabbed himself, “I think I’ve been stabbed, or worse…” He lets his head fall, “I think my childhood trauma is coming back again.”

You laugh, moving from your door and hugging his head, pulling it into your chest. “Awh, my poor poor baby, it’s okay.” You tap his head, kissing his hair. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.”

Yuuji lets his hands fall slack to his sides, you can feel his lashes blinking, tickling your skin slightly. “I…” He slowly starts, a bit unsure, “Uh, I don’t know if I weirdly like this, or really, really hate it.”

You loudly laugh, finally standing back up, “Maybe, you’re touched deprived.” You enter your room, “It’s okay if you are, Yuuji, we all are.” You glance at your room, the clock on your drawer catching your attention. It makes you loudly gasp, “Wait, Yuuji, it’s almost time for the bus to be here!”

Yuuji panics, shoving his shoes on while not bothering to tie the laces. “Oh crap! I completely forgot about the time!” He pushes himself on his feet, running into his room and grabbing his bag, sloppily throwing it over his shoulders.

You giggle a bit, pushing yourself on the hallway wall and letting him pass you, “Have a good day Yuuji, I’ll wait for you to come back.” You kindly wave goodbye, but it’s not returned, which you don’t dwindle too much on.

You move to your room, picking out an outfit which was somewhat suitable for a nice day in, while being equally as comfortable. Some black yoga pants, with some white socks and matching leg warmers, along with an oversized gray sweatshirt.

You’re quick to grab your computer, opening it up only to get an unfavorable reminder of the unfinished project you have yet to complete. It’s definitely… close to being complete, but close in the sense of; You feel like it’s only a few more paragraphs, but the moment you start writing you realize how much more you have to add before it’s actually done.

Whatever, you have the whole day to try and complete it.

You open your contacts, click your father’s name for a facetime and hold your breath until he picks up. You’re immediately greeted by his forehead when he does answer, which makes you stifle a small laugh.

“Hi, dad.” You whisper, waving politely as you scoot back and lean on your bed, your computer propped on the small coffee table, “You need to bring the phone back more, so I can see you.” You say with a small laugh.

“Oh.” He extends his arm all the way, letting you see the room he’s in and a good chunk of his body. “Is that better?”

You laugh, nodding your head, “Mhm, it’s perfect.” You grab a blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders, “You can set up the phone on something, that way you don’t have to hold it.” You point at the desk behind him, “Set it up on your desk.”

You dad nods, setting up the camera–with a few slips–and nodding to himself in pride once it sits comfortably on the light. “I got it, baby, I told you I could do it.” He gives you a cheeky thumbs up, before narrowing his eyes at the phone.

You mimic his actions, before crossing your legs over one another, “Do you like the place? I get free accommodation for this month.” You say with an unsure smile, twisting your computer to let the camera record the whole room.

“Nothing is for free…” He tells you with an unimpressed expression.

“No, I’m very much living here for free.” You push your hair behind your shoulders, “Although, I do have to live with…” You cringe, taking in a deep breath. “I have to live with two brothers…” You awkwardly wait for your father’s reaction, but it doesn’t come. Which makes you feel even worse if he just scolds you.

He thinks for a moment, “Are they making you clean or cook for them? Or worse?” He grabs his chest, “...Are they–are they distracting you from your studies?” He seems extremely distressed by this idea, almost tearing up.

You slap your head, “No, dad, they’re not distracting me from my studies, or making me clean or cook for them.” You lean on the table, resting your cheek on your hand, “You already know I can’t cook for the life of me.”

Your dad thinks again, “Huh, I guess you’re right.” He sighs, “What are we going to do with you?” He stands up, “Here, I’m guessing you want to see your mom, I’ll go get her for you.” He pretends it’s a chore, dragging his feet on the ground, while loudly sighing, before laughing to himself and prancing away.

You giggle, waiting patiently for your mom. When she does, she sits on the chair of the desk, passing you a small wave. Her face is extremely relaxed, drooping a bit.

You wave with a smile, “Hi mom.”

You watch as she lifts her hands, waving back. Her face remains the same, uninteresting and droopy. Paralyzed, and unable to move. But, you know if she could, she would smile back at you.

You feel your bottom lips wobble, before you narrow your eyes at her, “Have you been taking your meds? I know you tend to get off them.” You point your finger at her playfully, “I know you tend to go long without them, too. It’s probably why you can hear colors now.”

She laughs, but it’s more gargled and tiresome, mumbled in an inhuman way, her face remains the same, but her throat contracts with her laughter. She lifts her hands, telling you, “I have been taking them, doctor.”

You nod approvingly, finally looking at her face again, “Good. I don’t want to make a call again.” It’s a bit humorous now, but not three weeks ago when your dad—with full seriousness—screamed at you, ‘She’s off her meds!’ Which… is the situation boiled down to something funny and simple. It unfortunately didn’t feel like that when it happened.

“You are living somewhere new? I heard you said for free.” Your mother tells you, her hands are a bit shaky with age. It’s something you’ve grown used to.

“Yeah, I made a friend and they offered their place to me when the original apartment didn’t work out.” You sigh, waving your hand dismissively, “I’ll tell you all about it when I come for Christmas. It’s a long story.”

Your mom pauses for a moment, and you know, if it weren’t for her paralyzed face, she would be smiling at you right now. It hurts when you think about something in that nature. “Can not wait to hear, baby.”

You nod, a bit of worry falling over your face, “Are you okay? I’m sorry I had to leave so fast, but I couldn’t miss another week of school.” You shake your head, scratching the back of your head. “I’m actually really behind right now, and had to skip today…”

“Naughty girl.” She shakes her head, “I thought I taught you better. But, I’m alright, just a bad episode. Nothing I couldn’t tough through.” She taps her face, looking at it through the call, “Besides, who knew it would be that bad, right?”

You can’t help but feel your chest tighten a small bit, “Yeah…” You lean to the side, trying to find a way to change the conversation. “But, uhm, how has the family been? Anything interesting happened in the few weeks I left?” You pass her a shaky uneven smile.

“Thank you for coming.” Your mother tells you, “I’m sure it was scary to receive that call, I’m sorry I put you through that.” Ever since you were a teen, she developed the ability to read you like an open book.

You pass her an empathetic smile, shaking your head softly, “Don’t worry, I was just freaking out. Besides, I’m always happy to help, it’s why I stayed so long, mom.” You wave your hand reassuringly. “I love you.”

She nods, lifting her hand. She points her pinky up, then, her pointer and thumb. Followed by her pinky and thumb, while she presses the rest of your fingers to her palm. It’s a phrase you’re more used to reading from her, than you are hearing from her. “I love you.”

It makes your chest squeeze, your eyes glossing over just a bit.

The rest of the conversation is brief, saying a quick hi to your sibling, and telling a few details about your academic life. Mentioning a few names such as Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, and–of course–Sukuna. Of which she picks up on an unsure eyebrow quirk.

She is all over that. All of which you shut down immediately. Well, not immediately… or very firmly. But, enough to where she’s sufficing with a small head nod.

Even when the end calls, you’re still reeling in slight embarrassment, cupping your face as you try to calm down. Curse, Sukuna. He can go away forever. Speaking of Sukuna, you really need to give that project more of your attention.

You instinctively reach for your phone, for the video message recorded on it, only to remember, “Shit, I left it in the kitchen.” You open your door, moving to the kitchen. You can hear a muffled conversation, which you don’t think much of–unfortunately–in favor of your cellular device.

You falter for a moment when your eyes land on the couple standing at the front door. Sukuna’s back is to you, leaning on the door frame, while the blonde woman is talking to him with a sweet smile. An airy laughing while occasionally pushing his shoulder, chest, or arm

You instantly want to turn back, come back to retrieve your phone in a few minutes, but before you can do that, you and the blonde woman lock eyes. Her sentence or obnoxious laugh–you can’t tell what the difference is–coming to a quick pause.

She waves, grabbing Sukuna’s arm while saying, “Awh, look! It’s your little roomie.” She smiles, when Sukuna finally turns to look at you, “You should probably spend some time with her, I know she’s jealous since I have your attention.”

You glare at her, hate and spite brewing in your head, venom to spite back at her bubbling your throat and burning to be let loose. But, you compose yourself, passing her a simple eye roll and walking to the kitchen to retrieve your phone.

“Damn, looks like she’s scared of me.” She whines, “Looks like you aren’t his favorite anymore, huh?” She sings, tilting her head to the side, to peer at you from the door frame. “Don’t worry, I completely understand, I would be upset if I wasn’t his favorite toy anymore–”

“You’re ugly, and your sexy face is absolutely horrendous.” You tuck your phone into your yoga pocket, “I would know, I saw the picture.” You loosely point at Sukuna, “In fact, we laughed at you. Then, he told me to block you, for the second time.” You blink a few times, “Babe, we both know you’re not even a toy to Sukuna, you’re just a fly.”

She blinks a few times, her eyes moving to Sukuna in some form of support, only to see it not given to her. It’s just a side profile of Sukuna looking at you while he bites the inside of his cheek. Is the fucker trying not to laugh at her?! She scoffs, turning on her heel and leaving the house. Slamming the door behind her.

You’re upset, and Sukuna can see that.

“You know, some support would’ve been nice?” You whisper, but your voice grows with spite as you add, “Defending myself is fucking embarrassing. Especially when you’re fucking her while I’m in the same house as you.” You go to the kitchen to grab your phone, tucking it into your pocket once you finally get it in your hands.

Sukuna doesn’t say anything, “Things aren’t lik–”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to hear it.” You wave him off, making your way back to your room. “You’re clearly too caught up in old nasty habits to be talked to.” You huff, instantly hugging yourself for some weird form of comfort.

Sukuna’s eye twitches, and something inside him snaps at your words. He doesn’t know why, but it sets him off, all the weird and unknown emotions from the weekend bubbling up and spitting venom at you. “What the fuck is your problem?!” Sukuna barks at you, moving after you with heavy footsteps.

You instantly turn on your heel, making him stop dead in his tracks while you point at his face. “Don’t you even start with that! Don’t give me the innocent, ‘I did absolutely nothing!’ Bullshit, because you did. You know exactly what you did!” Suddenly, it feels like the stresses from the past weeks you’ve been through are boiling up and spitting out.

Sukuna takes a few steps back while shoving his head into his sweat pockets. “Sure, tell me then? What did I do?” He glares at you, passing you an annoyed eye roll. “What did I do to you that was possibly so fuckin’ bad?”

You scoff at this, rolling your eyes as you turn your head away from him. “Oh please, I know you’re not stupid, Sukuna. Why don’t you piece together the puzzle for me?” You wrinkle your nose, pinching the bridge of it.

“What? You’re going to be like every other girl and throw the ‘I was using you,’ excuse at me? God, that shit is so fuckin’ annoying.” He rolls his eyes, waving you off. “You’re acting like you’re so innocent and perfect, too pretty and sweet to ever hurt anyone.”

You blink a disbelief, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Sukuna laughs at you, “Oh, as if you don’t know.” He pulls his hands out his pockets, sitting on the ledge of the couch. “You’re worse than me.” He looks away from you, licking his teeth, “I’ve seen the way you hang off Yuuji. Toying and touching his body. Then, follow me around with hearts in your eyes.”

You scowl at him, “Are you kidding me?!” You slap your hands over your eyes, “I already told you me and Yuuji are just friends. How many times do I need to drill that into your head?!”

Sukuna scoffs at that, “Right, and you’re telling me Yuuji knows that? That he’s just letting you do these things to him. Letting you get close and show him love without anything else behind it?”

You can see where he's coming from, but you’re too pissed to care. You’re not looking at him, “Oh my god, what is this even about? I’ve already told you, no, I’m just his friend. I care about Yuuji, and I don’t want to do anything with him.” You explain, a bit desperately. “He is more than aware of that.” Yuuji knows I like you.

“Right, you’re just so helpful. Never hurting anyone by saying or doing anything that could hurt them.” Sukuna rubs his face exasperated, “I swear, you’re just like everyone else–”

This makes you follow him into the living room, “I can’t believe you’re grouping me with other girls right now, I can’t believe you’re treating me like I’m some other girl you can just–”

“Throw out?” He cuts you off, walking into the living room. Your expression falls at this, your shoulders tensing, while pain dancing between your eyes. Sukuna feeds off this. “Yeah, believe it or not, doll, you’re not that special, a week spent with me isn’t going to give you any sort of special treatment.” He laughs, pointing at the kitchen, “If you want, I can give you a cookie if that’ll make you feel better.”

You feel your eyebrows furrow, your bottom lip quivering ever so slightly. “Why is it wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? It feels like you’re trying to hurt me right now.” You gesture at him, “I swear, you’re acting like you don’t know me.”

“Because, I don’t. You don’t know me, I don’t know you, this is what we agreed on.” Sukuna throws his hands in the air annoyedly.

“Stop saying that!” You can feel your eyes glaze over a bit, which makes you turn your back to him and move to the dining room table. “That whole deal–is fucking bullshit, stop bringing it up. It isn’t helping you right now.”

You can hear Sukuna sigh, rolling his eyes as he says, “Right, completely forgot. How could I forget the amount of times you threw it in my face during the week. Shit, completely my fault.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, your jaw dropping a bit, “Are you mad at me?” You ask in shock, “Oh my god, wait, do you think you’re the victim here? Do you really think that I’m the bad guy, and you’re somehow–”

“You’re not the good guy.” Sukuna barks back, “Fuck. Why do you think you’re the good person here? You’re just like me–”

“What are we talking about?!” You yell, “I have no idea why you’re mad at me–just tell me what’s wrong, or what I did wrong.” You sigh, leaning your head back slightly with exhaustion, “You can’t throw an argument in my face, when I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“That makes it worse.” He tells you, a bit more calmly than before, “You have your reason why you’re angry with me, and I have mine.”

“But, you can’t be mad at me over something I’ve never done!” You’re raising your voice again, and you will scold yourself later, but right now your emotions are all over the place. “Just tell me why you’re mad at me.”

Sukuna bites his cheek, looking away with an annoyed expression, “Oh please, I know you’re not stupid, doll, why don’t you piece the puzzle together for me.” Instantly, your words from Thursday bounce in his head, and his chest tightens in pain. Now, this conversation hurts.

It really hurts.

“The stuff you said at the party.” You start, your hands shaking, this conversation is what you’ve been terrified to have. Now, you’re forced to have it with your emotions running wild, and no game plan on how to approach it. “You did stuff with me, knowing you were just going to dump me the next day.”

Sukuna passes you an unreadable expression, “Don’t pretend you didn’t know that, you constantly reminded both of us.” He passes you a cocky smile, “Don't forget, you were the one who literally said you were a burner phone the day before. What else was that supposed to mean? I’m supposed to keep you around after I make the call?”

“Are you seriously saying that since I was used, you didn’t need me anymore?” You’re in disbelief, but more importantly, in so much more pain. “You just want to toss me out?”

It’s silent.

It’s so silent, you can hear your heart beating in your heart. A part of you thinks you can hear Sukuna’s.

Sukuna leans back on the arm rest of the couch, licking his canines as he looks away from you. “What else would burner phone mean?” He’s still not looking at you, but his expression isn’t filled with anger anymore, it looks more… pained. It looks like.. Sukuna is equally as hurt as you. “You said it yourself.” When he says your name to punctuate the sentence, it feels like a weapon stabbing into your chest.

You feel your bottom lips wobble, “No, stop.” You whisper at him, “You knew, and I knew, that wasn’t going to happen. You weren’t just going to pretend nothing happened, the deal was a lie from the moment we made it. We knew this. You knew this.” You finally turn to look at him, finding composure to finally speak. “I know–and you can lie to my face, say you don’t care about me, but I know you do.” It’s scary to say that, knowing he may disagree.

Sukuna stills at this, unsure of what to say, before forcing the words out, “Don’t flatter yourself.” He crosses his arms over his chest, “I swear, it’s like you actually like me.”

You feel your eyes water again, “You’re so!–Ugh.” You twist your head away from him, whipping your eyes with the back of your hand. You absolutely hate that you can’t so much as yell without your eyes watering.

Sukuna laughs, “Wait, don’t tell me…” He tilts his head to the side, trying to look at your face, “You want to be with me, you actually want to be with me?” He laughs again, his hand placed over his face, “That’s so funny. Didn’t I tell you to drop that stupid fuckin’ dream?”

This makes you snap, yelling, “I don’t want to be with you! Why can’t you understand that!” Your chest is hurting, your heart pounding in your chest. You’re lying right now, you’re lying to Sukuna and yourself, why are you lying right now?

Still, the words keep pouring out, “I would never want to be with you–be with someone like you. You’re terrible at communicating, an asshole, full of himself, and a horrible pers–” You slap your hand over your mouth, stopping yourself.

Sukuna clenches his jaw, pushing himself off the couch, “You think so?” He laughs to himself, “You don’t even know how fuckin’ horrible I can get, you want to hurt?” He stands up straight, collecting himself in a way.

It feels like your chest is tearing in pain, a part of you wants to ask, ‘What do you mean?’ But, you don’t have the strength, more or less the willpower to know the answer. What else could Sukuna possibly say to hurt you even more than now? A part of you is thankful he doesn’t finish, it’s a question left in the air, and you’re happy for that. You’re glad he has some power to not say something that will completely tear you apart.

Sukuna sighs, nodding his head to himself, “But, I’m glad we can agree. Who would want to be with someone like you?” He says with a smile, but it’s uneven and shaky, almost wobbly, “So, does this mean you can stop bitching at me? You can finally hop off my dick and leave me the fuck alone.”

You’re breathing shakily, you instantly open your mouth to spit more venom at him, before you stop. Letting silence fill the area, it is heavy, and painful. You can even hear Sukuna’s heavy breathing. “You don’t mean that…” It’s not even a whisper, but you know Sukuna can hear it.

Sukuna doesn’t respond.

You finally feel your tears slide down your cheeks, hot and wet, “What are we even arguing about? Why are we arguing?” You sound tired, your voice is a bit strained and small. “If you want me to leave you alone–not talk to you, why are you arguing with me right now?” You thickly swallow, “You don’t just argue with someone you don’t care for, Sukuna.”

Sukuna still doesn’t look at you, just walks to the kitchen and grabs his keys. “Sure.” He starts walking to the garage. When it clicks what he’s doing, you feel your heart squeeze in pain.

He’s leaving.

More tears slide down your cheeks, “Don’t leave.” You whisper, watching as he walks towards the garage door. “Please, don’t leave me.” You cup your face, trying to hide your tears. “I want to talk, let me talk to you…”

That seems to spark Sukuna, his body freezing mid step. You can see him shaking, his eyes trained on the doorknob. His lips together, his eyes narrowing, he slowly shakes his head. “I can’t.” He whispers, opening the door, then mouthing, ‘I’m sorry.’

When the door closes, you crumble to the floor. Sobbing with a heave as you break down. You wish you could go back in time to the beginning of the previous week, you wish you could take back everything you said, you wish you never agreed to Sukuna’s deal, and you wish… more than everything in this world.

That you didn’t like Sukuna. You wish you didn’t fall apart over a stupid conversation, because he just doesn’t care about you. You wish the argument between the two of you wasn’t as painful as it is.

You wish you could just hug him, and cry into his arms while he consoles you. Whispering, apologizing, and explaining how he feels. You just want to know what he’s feeling, what he thinks… You don’t believe he doesn’t care.

You refuse to.

It hurts too much to believe him.

Little do you know, Sukuna crumbles to his feet with you.

･｡ﾟ☆: *･ November 14th, 2023 ☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Wednesday

Class was… it was something. You were distant, bored, and mentally not there. Even Gojo noticed something was wrong with you, but you shrugged him off. Nobara passed him an empathetic look, before quickly following after you.

Even at your club, most of your peers were asking things along the lines of, ‘Are you okay?’ or, ‘Did something happen?’ and, ‘Do you just want to go home?’ maybe, ‘You look rough, president.’ But, it was all in vain, you remained silent the entire time. Keeping your attention on paperwork you had been avoiding up until the point, not bothering to even pass a single word to anyone. You were incredibly quiet the entire day. Even now, on the way home, you’re still incredibly quiet.

You lean on Yuuji’s shoulder, holding his hand as a form of comfort. Sneaking small pieces of his food to snack on. You’re wearing sunglasses, which constantly fall down your nose with each bump from the bus.

Yuuji is resting his head on yours, his eyes on your head. He came home to you in your room, softly sniffling, while your eyes were red and swollen. Yuuji quickly pieced what happened by his brother’s absence and your silent cries. It reminds him too much of himself years ago.

Even when the two of you enter the house, discarding your blocky sunglasses on the counter, your eyes are still puffy, and Sukuna is still gone. Yuuji is quick to make an ice pack, wrapping it with a paper towel and holding it to you. “It can help with swelling.”

You pass him a pathetic smile, but it’s more to the floor than to Yuuji, not only is your vision impaired by your swollen eye, but your vision is literally impaired, and wearing glasses somewhere outside the private space of your room sounds very unappealing.

You take the ice pack and press it to your eyes, leaning on the island counter and sighing. You reach your hand out for Yuuji, which he gives you immediately. “Thanks, Yuuji, this means a lot.” You laugh a little bit, “I feel like your child right now.”

Yuuji laughs, “Don’t worry, I’m used to dealing with crying people.” He looks to the side, scratching the back of his neck. “My ex-girlfriend was a real cryer when we were together. And, you know, there was this one time a girl was sobbing at my door for Sukuna.”

You groan at that, letting your head fall for a moment, “Are you okay with this?” You ask softly, “I don’t know, I feel like it can be so exhausting, especially since it’s your brother.” Especially with what you’ve been through, is what you want to say.

Yuuji tilts his head to the side, thinking for a moment, “Uh, no?” He shrugs, “Well, maybe I did when I was younger, but… now it’s a bit different.” He notices the way you tense, a small smile building on his lips, “I’m guessing he told you what happened?”

You cringe a bit, pulling the ice pack down from your eyes. “I’m sorry, Yuuji, I really didn’t want to pry, but I just feel… terrible. You know? I’m sorry, this is probably worse for you.” You look away from him a bit ashamed.

Yuuji laughs, shaking his head, “It’s fine, I don’t even want to hear an apology.” He bites the inside of his cheek, mumbling, ‘Sukuna owes you an apology…’ Before placing his hand on your shoulder, “But, I know why Sukuna is the way he is, and I’m just waiting until he’s comfortable to talk about it.”

That gives you some small reassurance, you wrap your arms around him, hugging him tiger then you’ve hugged most people in your life. You whisper, “Thank you so much, Yuuji, you’re really an amazing person.” You close your eyes, bringing him closer, “I’m sure it was really hard on you, too.”

Yuuji sighs, hugging you back, “Yeah, don’t worry.” Your name punctuates the sentence softly, and lovingly. His forehead resting on yours, “But, this is nice.” You giggle, nodding your head in agreement.

Only for the cute moment to be ruined by a knock, both you and Yuuji popping your head toward the direction. You blink a few times, slowly asking, “Did you invite someone?” You slowly pull away from his arms, pressing the ice pack against one of your arms.

Yuuji shakes his head, “Sukuna?”

You cringe at that name, praying inside your head it isn’t Sukuna at the door. “Who knows.” You turn away, tempted to hide in your room. You almost do, your feet naturally turning in the direction, getting ready to leave.

Yuuji notices, “Here, wait, I’ll check the peephole for you. I’ll see who's there.” He smiles, skipping to the door, trying to distract you, “Who knows? Maybe, it's a solicitor.”

You raise your eyebrows, switching the ice pack to a different eye. “You sound way too excited for a solicitor…” You’re even tempted to follow after him, but quickly decide that is a really bad idea. “What if what they’re selling you is complete garbage?”

Yuuji shrugs, “Don’t tell Sukuna this, but I buy everything they offer.” He smiles to himself, hand on the door knob. “On his card, phone number, and email, of course.” He laughs a little bit, “I can always hear him complaining about weird magazines, or email chains he’s mysteriously signed up to.”

You pass him a curious look, Yuuji just shrugs at this, “Hey, I can still be over what happened, but I like to think this is my revenge for all those years ago.”

You laugh again, making your way to the fridge. “Good for you, Yuuji.” You open the freezer, trying to find a frozen bag of peas, or any other frozen bag of vegetables. It’s also a way to hide your face when Yuuji opens the door, in the case where it is Sukuna at the door.

Despite the distance being short between you and the door, you can’t really hear the conversation he’s having, which automatically makes you assume it is a solicitor. Until you hear a very distinct, “Oh, that makes a lot of sense!” From Yuuji.

Weird, you think. Naturally wanting to look at who Yuuji is talking to, but you keep your attention on yourself. It could be a solicitor, and you sincerely don’t have the money to even entertain that idea.

You close the freezer door, tilting your head at Yuuji with one good eye. He turns his head to look at you, passing you a kind and comforting smile, “It’s for you!” He takes a few steps back, a gesture that makes you naturally move to the door to take his spot.

For me? You mentally think. Who would be here for you? You haven’t invited anyone over, more or less spoken to anyone besides Yuuji the entire day. So, who would be here to see you? Maybe, Nobara with a surprise ‘cheer up!’ visit? You hope not…

But, when you finally reach the door, you feel your lips part in shock, blinking at the person in front of you. Their white hair flutters with a soft blow in the wind, you don’t know how to react, more or less feel, to the sight of their face. It isn’t jealousy, but it isn’t excitement either. Their face is blank, emotionless, a stark contrast to when you first met them.

“Uraume?”

Next Chapter: Ch. 6 - Forgiveness?

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A/N: Hi hi everyone!! So, as of now, this was the last chapter that I pre-wrote, (excluding chapter 8) which means now, unfortunately, you do have to wait until I finish next chapter for an update. But, don't you worry too much, chapter six will come out sometime this, or next week. (Chapter 7 is more iffy on time.)

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— ♬ "I wanted you to know that I'm ready to go, heartbeat, my heartbeat. I wanted you to know that whenever you come around, I can't speak, I can't speak"

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, fem reader, angst-ish, mentions of cheating, no beta

— ♬ hbd Sunarin, my fav bendy bitch <3

Introductions are mostly memorable, however, to Suna Rintaro, it barely mattered. Suna only remembers how he meets people if it leaves an impression. He's the kind to go straight in, head filled with goals, and never the type to give pleasant greetings. If he wanted something from someone, he'd get it directly.

When he wants company, he'll find someone. Act sly, send a smirk with lidded eyes that he knows has a deadly effect. Buy a drink to get closer then get their name. Steal a kiss, switch locations, fuck, and he leaves. Why bother remembering how he met someone when all he does is leave anyway?

But you were a different case. Not that you made an impression, but you managed to keep Suna close to you. No matter how many times he had left, he found himself seeking for you. Chasing that ecstasy whenever his body was next to yours. His mind flashes your smile, the sound of your laughter echoes in his head, and the remnants of your scent linger in his senses. Everything you did made Suna's heartbeat spike up.

However, there was a problem; you had a man. Suna knows what your man is like. All polite and pristine wearing clean suits and ties. The type that would make you breakfast while you walk around naked, thinking about it makes him ball his hands. He might just text you again.

Your eyes secretly linger on your phone screen as you eat breakfast with your boyfriend, it's him again and you can't ignore how your heart skipped a beat. Suna always comes around when you least expect him. He was there at the bar when your glass was empty, that's how you met him. As your boyfriend leaves your shared apartment, you feel your chest tighten.

You've left Suna, you ended the affair. For obvious reasons, but also because of your conflicting emotions held towards him. Suna was pissed when you pulled it off last week. He liked you and he didn't want to end the affair, but he was too prideful to admit it. So, he sat alone trying his damn best to rub you off his memory but you kept returning persistently.

One week. It was one week that you have endured without calling him. That was when your boyfriend said he was working overtime that you crumbled. How could you feel so alone even in the presence of someone? Easy, it's because you don't love them.

Suna was out and about when his phone screen lit up, he ignored the way his chest fluttered. You have finally texted him.

It's not fair

The text read and his lips curled up into a smirk. It was a code for 'he's not here'. Suna hops into his car with desire and excitement rushing through his veins. Unexpectedly, his phone rings with your number displayed. He swiftly answers and hears you sniffing in the other line, he almost speeds past a red light.

"Rintaro..."

Suna could hear you crying his name, a cruel part of him reveled in the fact of your misery being apart from him. He parks his car across the apartment complex, he climbs on the elevator heading to your floor. Suna's footsteps were filled were urgency as he arrived in front of your apartment door. He sucks in a breath before placing three firm knocks on the door.

As the door swings open, Suna rushes inside to attack you with a starved kiss. His large hands holding your face, his fingers pressing into your skin with impatience. You kiss him back fervently. Both of you intertwined in each other's bruising hold and kiss, rocking back and forth, and bumping against the walls. The door shuts clumsily as Suna pushes you against the wall, both your breathing is hot and labored.

"God, I fucking miss this"

Suna grunts as he hastily pulls his shirt over his head before burying his face against your neck, gifting you with vicious bites and sucking on your skin. The scene was fueled with hunger as it swallowed you whole. You throw your head back as Suna's hands travel inside your panties his other hand pulls your shorts down.

You know this dance, you've performed it a million times with him, and it never gets old. Suna slips inside of you without a condom and it's enough to make you go cross-eyed. You hold onto him as he thrusts into you, fucking you against the wall. Your breath stuttered as your heartbeat went berserk within your ribcage.

With his eyes shut, Suna holds you tighter and fucks your harder. He spits degrading shit that he knows would make you fall for him more. With each thrust, he falls in deeper and more intoxicated. All his mind focused on was how wet and warm you were, how he was made for you, and how fucked up this was.

But Suna never gave a fuck. To prove it, he fucks you several times in the living room. Ripping orgasm after orgasm to make it up since he was away. The last time he made you cum that night was in the bedroom, on the bed you shared with your boyfriend, it was his favorite spot. After you both fucked, you both came to conclusions.

"Suna"

You said and his face went sour. He knows what this is going to be about. The two of you split to gaze at each other while in the nude.

"I can't keep doing this with you"

"Tsk, what? You're breaking up with me, again?"

"We never were, Suna"

Oh, right. Suna pursed his lips and tears his eyes away. He knows this was supposed to be a fling, not a reoccurring affair. But he wondered. He wondered if he got you first, would you want to have him as your boyfriend? He shakes his head off with a scoff and goes to retrieve his clothes. After this, he's going back to ghosting you again. He's going back to the bar and flirting with another girl because it didn't work with you.

Suna thinks you're playing a game with him. Well, two can play that game, he thinks. You don't want the same thing, he's convinced. So, it's late-night Thursday, and he's chilling with his girlfriend. Watching stupid movies on his television on his couch with his hand under her shirt, but she's not his real girlfriend. He met her a couple of nights ago after you two 'broke up', the sex was surprisingly good and he wanted to see where this would go. She had the keys to his place but Suna knows she's not his real girlfriend.

Every time he looked at her, she always resembled a stranger. Even if she was pretty and smoking hot, Suna couldn't bear looking at her. Stupid, so dummy. Suna always said the wrong thing and it made the wrong girls come running. He's paranoid that these girls want something from him, something he couldn't provide. Commitment? A relationship? Affection? He had no fucking clue.

What did you even want from him?

His mind flies back to the second time you two hooked up. You were about to go on your first date with your then-new boyfriend. He laughed because you were in time to fuck with him but late on your first date. It was then that everything spiraled. When you had that time and when he's serious enough, you two would do more than sex. You both genuinely went on dates, shared laughs, swapped jokes, and did all the stupid shit couples did. When you both had your first argument, Suna remembers you coming over to his place to apologize by taking your top off.

God, he misses it. He missed the sex where you kiss whenever you're through and how sixty-nine was the only dinner for two. He misses caressing your naked figure, kissing your neck, grabbing your ass, stroking your hair, making you laugh, and...why does everything have to be so goddamn complicated?

Suna never listened to you because he thought you were crazy. Crazy enough to ask him if you should break up with your boyfriend, because Suna didn't want that. He wasn't ready to be your full-time boyfriend, he was used to being that guy you loved sucking his dick whenever your boyfriend wasn't around. But he liked to think he had a heart. A heart that is capable of loving. He liked to believe he was more than choking the people he came across, especially girls who wanted it from him when he was in that smoke and light.

Two months passed since you both saw each other, he's convinced you have deleted his number already and that you were serious. Everything didn't work out with his 'girlfriend' and he's back to finding other ways to get you off his mind. He'd seen you in places you frequent, at the mall or the grocery store.

To say that he's surprised was an understatement. Suna found out through a mutual friend about your breakup with your boyfriend, as much as he wanted to celebrate it, he thinks about you and how you're doing. He finds out about how you're back on the dating scene. His chest tightened how he discovered you with fucking around with different guys. He decided that fuck it! He'll go see you at your apartment and see how you're doing.

"Suna...?"

You answered the door, puzzled at his unannounced visit. He waits until you invite him inside. He drops the tiny bundle of flowers by the countertop. By the looks of it, you seem barely affected by the breakup. It was at least comforting to find that you're fine.

"Why are you here?"

"You know why"

"Hm, I'm guessing you found out. What? You want to be his replacement already?"

Your tone sounded sarcastic and humorless at the same time. Suna looks down at his shoes before he carefully approaches you. He gently grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours. The kiss wasn't filled with impatience or hunger, it felt like a cautious step forward for Suna. He pulls away but you pull him back with a much heated kiss.

And it begins again. Both of you were naked, sweating, and moaning inside the bedroom. Suna goes pussydrunk, drilling his cock into you after what it felt like ages. He lets out a guttural moan as he feels you cum around his dick. He fixes his gaze on you as he pounds into you, chasing his orgasm. Within his cloudy vision of lust, a shimmer goes through.

The way your eyes looked at him as if you were pleading with him to not let go. The sound of his name flying off your lips causes his heartbeat to go wild. The smell of sex in the air makes his head dizzy. And the warm feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole pushes him to the edge. He finishes inside a condom and disposes it in the trash. Everything felt so surreal after the high that his gaze softened at you, but then you ruined everything when you gave him that look.

"Suna...this shouldn't have happened"

"[Name], what the fuck?"

He sits up, scowling at you from across the bed. You flinch back, but you stand your ground.

"We shouldn't have fucked in the first place"

"You always fucking tell me that even back then when you're with your boyfriend! And you know what you do..."

Suna stands up, pointing at you with a venomous smile. It makes you gulp as you clutched the blanket against your bare chest.

"You still let me pound that pussy of yours!"

"This is the last time, Suna! I swear!"

"I fucking hate it when you say that! You never mean jackshit, [Name]!"

"I'm sorry but I fucking meant it this time"

You turn away to grab your pants and shirt off the floor. Suna scoffs and copies you as he clumsily gets dressed. When you avoided his eyes and stopped calling his first name after he fucked you so good was enough to fuck him up.

"So, we're done? This the real shit?"

His voice wavered but it oozed with agitation. You finally spare him a glance. He remembers how you two used to hold hands like field trips.

"You know what? I'm a jerk, but your dude was a real dick"

Suna starts. You open your mouth but refuse to say any rebuttal. He could feel his blood boil with every second and how control was slowly slipping away.

"I read his posts on your wall, and I feel sick. He ain't cool, he ball and all that, but he just a fake asshole who blog in all caps"

You know what he was talking about, how your boyfriend was a piece of shit and you never tried to hide it. That you stayed with him even through your affair with Suna. But also know it's wrong to come to Suna and beg him to be your boyfriend instead because your boyfriend was a dick. Suna didn't do 'boyfriend', he only fucks and plays around. You couldn't wait to date even if he's going straight to thighs like the cake you ate.

"I give a fuck about the men you said you ate"

Suna was taking a step closer, vivid anger in his features. Suna knows he's the best when he's a-fake-tionate because he couldn't do the real shit. He couldn't do the stuff guys do to their girls in the books and movies, even if he feels so strongly for you. Stronger than anyone ever has.

"I'm the best that you had, face it, [Name]"

And he was. You've accepted that fact. The fact that nobody makes you feel the way Suna Rintaro makes you feel. Even if everything was essentially fake, it was the most real you've experienced compared to the previous guys you had. Your supposed relationship with your ex-boyfriend couldn't compare to your affair with Suna. You know he wondering 'What the fuck are you hiding?' that you and Suna dated like raps about Bin Liden.

"Fuck this! Are we dating?"

Suna was getting closer, towering over you so easily with his height. You step back.

"Are we fucking?"

He gazes at you unblinkingly, cornering you with each step. Your lip wobbles.

"Are we best friends? Are we something in between that?"

Your back hits the wall. Your figure begins to quiver while Suna glares down at you, letting out his pent-up frustrations with you. He knows for sure that you and him were not a couple, never were, and never will. He's done expecting something more. He takes a sharp inhale and leans against your face.

"I wish we never fucked, and I mean that"

Suna swallowed when he saw your eyes go glassy after what he said. As much of an asshole as he was, Suna didn't like seeing you cry or get hurt. That is what sets you apart from the rest. You make him feel bad for being a jerk. You always knew what made his heartbeat go fast or skip a beat. You were always the reason why it kept on beating each day. He sighs, his anger melting off his face before a tear rolls down your cheek. You look up at him, hoping to take back what he said and he smirks.

"But not really. You say the nastiest shit on bed and it's fucking awesome"

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Can You Blame Me

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Synopsis: It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him you’re leaving him, he’ll always be at your feet. And you know it.

warnings: smut, switch!jisung, switch!reader, sexual explicit content, cheating, unprotected sex, face sitting, ass slapping, coming untouched, good ole' rough turned soft in bed type of thing, let me know if I missed anything else!

Part 7 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.

Jisung hates you. Always has and doesn’t think he’ll ever stop hating you.

He hates your cheerful attitude, your shiny hair that bounces and reflects the sunlight, your sweet voice that he can somehow pinpoint from across the room every. Single. Time. He hates how you never seem to have a frown on your face and how quick you are to help anyone that needs it. He hates the halo of white that never dulls no matter how many insults he throws at you, how you never get mad at him for it and never insult him back. He hates you with his entire being. But mostly, Jisung hates that all the things he despises about you is what he wishes he were. It was just a trick of luck that he’s also head over heels in love with you, not that he’ll ever verbally admit it.

Your paths seemed to cross rather often, completely unplanned. Working in the university’s library coffee shop meant you ran into loads of other students, however, Jisung had a regular routine that somehow aligned with your work schedule perfectly. He’d attend his first morning music theory class, catch the shuttle across campus to the library where he’d order his usual iced coffee, talk shit with his least favorite barista– you– then take a nap on the fourth floor until his alarm woke him from his slumber for his next lecture.

Neither you know how the banter started, you didn’t think you treated him any differently from other customers. Looking back, Jisung assumes he was having a bad day and your perkiness just rubbed him the completely wrong way and stuck with him ever since. You’d picked up on his lack of friendliness towards you rather late, not realizing some of the things he’d say under his breath and you accidentally heard was meant to bruise your ego, so you’d reply with something funnily sarcastic. Jisung would give you a strange look and walk away wondering if you were purposefully killing him with kindness or just flat out the densest person he’d ever met.

Today didn’t feel any different when the early afternoon came around and Jisung sulkily walked into the library cafe. You weren’t working the cash register this time but rather actually making the drinks and handing them off. The other barista taking his order didn’t realize he was a regular, having to actually remember his order and read it off to her made him stutter, “er– large iced– something? I think– uhm–”

“Large iced americano with an extra blonde shot,” you’d said over your shoulder to the cashier. Jisung’s eyes went wide upon hearing your voice, not realizing he was staring. “Don’t worry. I got you, you big brooding wolf.” When you shot a wink in his direction, he’d almost crumbled completely. He couldn’t find it in him to respond, hastily sticking his card into the reader to pay and shuffling into a corner to hide.

It annoyed Jisung beyond the comprehension of words, he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear you call out his name to pick up his drink. In fact, he’d taken several minutes to even realize that it was ready. Finally coming up to get it, you were no longer there. Jisung had wanted to at least tease you for being so obsessed with him that you had his order memorized and he couldn’t even do that. He was about to leave when he noticed something scribbled on the side of the cup.

Your phone number and the dorkiest (cutest) smiley face he’d ever seen was drawn beside it. Jisung almost crushed the cup in his hand when from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of you leaving the library. With no plan, no idea what he was going to say, he ran to catch up to you. There was a sudden rush of people entering while he was trying to exit and almost lost sight of you.

You weren’t stupid. You’d known that Jisung wasn’t serious about any of the degrading and– probably– mean things he’d say. Something was telling you he did it to get a rise out of you, doing that thing that school boys did because they had a crush on a girl and didn’t know how to deal with the feelings that came with it. So you’d let it slide, let him talk down to you and hopefully make him see that no matter how often he did it, you didn’t care. Nevertheless, he was still attractive as fuck. There was no denying that Jisung was hot and he knew it, which is why it became even more fun of a game to not let him see you sweat.

The tables turned today, you caught him off guard and took advantage of that. It could’ve gone one of two ways, he’d text you or he’d run in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, it didn’t go like either of the two. You’d left in such a hurry after seeing him read your phone number on his cup that you didn’t realize he was chasing after you. Slipping through the crowd was easy, but you weren’t prepared to be run over with a bulldozer in the process.

Jisung fought against the current trying to reach you, just as he’d caught a break and dashed your way, someone cut him off. He lost his footing and crashed into you like a freight train. You were shoved forward and landed face first into the grass, all the while Jisung’s entire body weight crushed you beneath him. He didn’t even have the grace to save his coffee, tossing it somewhere nearby as he became a human boulder. As soon as he’d realized what just happened, Jisung clambered off of you and rushed to help you up.

“Oh– oh my god– oh my– this is not how I wanted this to go–” he slurred his words together in a hurry, the adrenaline making him lift you from the grass with little to no effort and dust the dirt off your clothes.

In all honesty, you were fine. Winded, sure, but other than that, unharmed. You couldn’t help but let this dark and gloomy man dressed head to toe in black readjust your outfit and get rid of any signs that he may have just shoved you into the floor. It was rather endearing. With no words, you just stared at him with delighted eyes.

“I– I’m sorry– seriously, I’ll pay for your laundry. Do you live on campus? I’ll wash them for you. Are you okay? Did I hurt you too badly? Shit, I’m sor–”

He rambled, pulling a loose leaf from your hair when you finally grabbed his forearms to make him stop. “I’m okay,” you smiled nicely. Jisung took a moment to reboot, short circuiting under your gaze before tugging away from your grasp.

“Yeah, well– serves you right. Getting in my way like that,” he cleared his throat and dusted off his own pants. Rolling your eyes, you reached down to pick up the now empty coffee cup and shove it into his chest, walking in the direction you were originally going.

For the second— third, fourth(?)— time that day, Jisung stuttered. He’d blinked away his confusion and followed. You weren’t walking very fast, nor looking back to see if he’d come after you, but he still felt his face growing hot at the idea of having a normal conversation outside of the cafe. So he walked next to you in silence, looking down at you occasionally and catching a few milliseconds of you looking back before his shyness got the best of him and turned away. Without thinking of anything but your presence beside him, he’d tossed the empty cup into a trashcan in passing, finally mustering enough courage to speak. “I’m not brooding.”

“No, brooding is too nice,” you tilted your head up at him, a sly smirk curling the corners of your lips. The sun made your lipgloss glint, looking just that much plumper. How had he never realized how much you blush? The prettiest dusty pink tinted the tops of your cheeks and glowed under the natural light.

“I can be sweet,” was all he could come up with.

“Really?” Stopping dead in your tracks, you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

Something had shifted in him, you could see it in the way he couldn’t look anywhere but between your eyes and lips, flittering and quick. He was no longer giving you the cold shoulder, but rather leaning in every time you spoke. But for some reason, this just made you want to tease him more. “What, no snarky come back? Not gonna make me pay for your spilled drink?”

Hundreds of scenarios played out in Jisung’s mind. He hated how even when you were taunting him, you said it in such a polite manner. He wanted to (gently) strangle you, call you stupid for assuming that he’d automatically be a jerk. But he also wanted to kiss you and call you (lovingly) dumb for thinking he’d ever truly mean the rude things he says. “Actually, I want to show you something. Are you free later tonight?”

His invitation took you just as aback as you had to him earlier at the cafe. Jisung smiled triumphantly at your sudden loss for words. Swallowing the lump in your throat and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you said, “yeah. You have my number,” and began to walk away.

You had to hold yourself back from jumping in the air with joy, while Jisung was scratching the back of his head with a stupid smile on his lips. You were rounding the corner out of sight when he looked down at his hands and found them empty. “Shit.”

Out of sight. He ran after you again and all but slid around the corner of the building.

“Dumbass.” A sharpie twirled between your fingers as you leaned against the brick wall, waiting for him to realize the same thing you had.

Jisung was at a loss for words again, dumbfounded as you pushed off the wall and skipped back towards him. The feeling of your skin on his for the first time almost had his heart skipping a beat, taking his hand in yours as you slid the sleeve of his jean jacket up. Jisung hoped you couldn’t feel him trembling while you wrote your number on his wrist. It was the doodled heart next to the last digit that knocked the wind from his lungs. He could only watch your pretty fingers cap the marker and stride off without another word.

You’d just reached your dorm as your phone chimed, an unknown number texting you a time, building, and room number. When you replied, all they said was, brooding and sweet can create beautiful things.

That night was the first time you’d visited him at the studio, certainly not the last. When you questioned him why you were here at 10 p.m. with almost all the lights off besides a few decorative and– hardly– tasteful LED lamps that provided ample mood lighting, Jisung fired right back at you, “you never asked me what my major was. Music production, just so you know.” It suddenly made sense why he needed all the caffeine.

Looking around the room, there wasn’t much. Where he sat, there was a desk riddled with various boards that had even more buttons on them all connected to his laptop, which was also hooked up to the TV that hung above his head. Behind that, a leather couch that looked less than comfortable minus the accent pillows that you could tell was placed there by whatever other person had the same idea as you did– this place was a man cave.

Jisung smirked at your anxious twisting of the doorknob as you stood still in the doorway. “Sit,” he gestured to the couch. Raising an eyebrow at him, you listened, shutting the heavy metal door behind you and sitting quietly. “Good,” the praise slipped from his tongue just as he turned back to his laptop. You wanted to roll your eyes, not that it’d do any good if he couldn’t see it.

“What did you want to show me?” Your voice was much softer than when you would bicker at the cafe, smoother now that there was no bustling of caffeine-deprived college students.

He stayed quiet for a second, typing and clicking away until he spun abruptly to face you. “Wanted your opinion on something. Be honest–”

“I always am.”

“What did I just say? Be honest, sweetheart,” he blinked at you slowly, assessing the way your nose scrunched in disbelief.

“Are you saying I’m a liar?”

“I’m saying, say what you actually think. Not what people want to hear.”

You bit your lip back, finding it sort of funny how quick Jisung was with his words. When the corners of your lips twitched upwards, so did his, making a triumphant smile spread across his face. He bared his pretty white teeth in a sly manner, knowing he had the upper hand. “How long have you been waiting for that one?”

“Mmm, a while.” The giggle that escaped you resulted in one from him, as well. You’d never heard him laugh, not a real one, at least. How gentle he sounded, if you weren’t so used to insult after insult, you’d have mistaken him for a ray of sunshine. It was comfortable, the silence that followed as he dragged one file from his laptop to the TV screen.

It dawned on you that you hardly knew this boy, how much could your opinion truly mean coming from someone who hadn’t the faintest idea of the inner workings of music production? Like he could smell the hesitancy dripping off you, “I need unbiased ears.” He snuck a peak back at you from over his shoulder, waiting for your approval to continue. When you nodded and sat back, Jisung repressed another smile and clicked play.

The song began with single piano notes and his voice speaking as though from over the phone, slightly muffled and sensual. “Just tell me ‘bout you,” the lyrics sang softly, then the backtrack began to pick up into something a bit more energetic but still… sad, in a way. There were no more lyrics, just the melody and rhythm that made you tilt your head. Jisung was now half facing the couch, partially out of nerves that you’d hate it and the other part because it was you judging his music. You stared up at the screen as you watched the recording fade to press-to-play position again when Jisung anxiously cracked his knuckles.

“You said you wanted honesty,” you subconsciously kicked off your shoes and brought your knees to your chest. Jisung nodded, twiddling, bouncing his knee lightly. “I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

When you didn’t continue, he urged, “that’s it? You just liked it?”

“It’s cute–”

“Cute?!” Jisung cut you off before you could keep going with your review. “Of all things, you say it’s cute? Please think about expanding your vocabulary,” he scoffed, swiveling back to face his computer.

“If you’d let me finish,” you grabbed the back of his chair and forced him to turn back to you again, “it’s cute.” The look of annoyance and disbelief littered his expression as he sighed. “It makes me feel like those coming of age movies where you see someone from across the room and just sort of…” Your words trailed off, unable to describe the sensation that you felt listening to it.

Jisung’s features softened, already feeling guilty for jumping the gun on you. Instead of repeating that, he waited and listened. “It’s like there’s a filter on it.” He almost burst into flames at the blush that rushed your cheeks again.

“Filter?”

“I can’t really explain it,” you admitted, brushing a strand of hair back and pulling your knees closer. “Y’know– the color palette over the scene when the two love interest’s eyes lock for the first time? It’s not sparks, but just a kind of–”

“Filter.” The way he repeated the word made you stop to look at him, only to find Jisung already staring back with pupils larger than plates. You told yourself it was just the dim lighting, your mind was playing tricks on you. He wasn’t getting closer, he was just trying to read your lips as you talked.

“Y– yeah,” you choked. Jisung didn’t stop, slowly rolling in his chair to knock his knees against the edge of the couch. You could feel his body heat radiating against the small part of you that was near him, already becoming flushed in the temperature yourself.

He hates you, he reminds himself. He hates you, you hate him. He hates you, he hates you, he hates you.

So why can he smell your perfume and feel your breath tickling his skin?

“It–” you lost your train of thought, eyes only concentrating on how soft his lips looked. “It makes things look…” he suddenly brought his index finger to your chin, lifting your head to gaze into his eyes. “Prettier.”

The feeling of his lips pressing against yours knocked the air from your lungs for the second time that day. Warmth spread through your body even hotter at the contact, knuckles going white as you restrained yourself from pulling him in closer. Jisung didn’t rush, didn’t do anything but simply place his lips on yours and yet, you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones.

It took everything in him not to shove you further into the couch. He could feel you tensing as soon as he’d laid a finger on you, almost afraid that you’d vanish into thin air if he went any further. So he pulled away, albeit reluctant. The sound of your lips disconnecting almost felt like an awakening of some sorts, the nervous look in his eye replacing the one that was so confident before kissing you. You left him speechless when you reached out for his neck to pull him in again, hungrier this time.

A newfound fire burned in your stomach when Jisung matched your energy into the kiss, tangling your hands in his air as he unlocked your legs and positioned himself between them. When his teeth nipped at your bottom lip for entrance, you gave it to him instantly. It was breathless, not sloppy but not coordinated, either. The two of you danced around one another as if on eggshells, not wanting to push too far. Your hands dropped lower, pulling him deeper and mindlessly slipping one under the collar of his shirt to wrap around his shoulder, nails raking the skin as you silently begged for more. That was all you did when Jisung suddenly tightened his grip on your thighs and pushed you away in one swift motion, shoving the chair into the desk as he stood.

Lips swollen and out of breath, you wanted to shrivel up into the couch and never be seen again. His expression was unreadable, not seeming angry but certainly not pleased. Whether it was out of fear or exhilaration, you didn’t know what possessed you to ask, “did I do something wrong?”

“Did you–” Jisung paced in the cramped space between the desk and the couch, “you didn’t do anything wrong. You could never do anything wrong.” It came out more sarcastic than he intended, making you wince at his sudden change.

The question ignited something in him, an existential crisis of sorts that caused him to tug at his own hair. If he hated you before, he loathed you now, not even bothering to hide it as he attempted to compose himself. Jisung forced himself to slow his heartbeat, leaning against the edge of the desk and taking deep breaths. He finally turned to look at you, catching your stare on his forearms. Tracing where you couldn’t turn away from, he noticed his veins protruding down to his hands that were harshly gripping the table. Jisung felt himself smiling, almost forgetting about his outburst and letting out a soft chuckle. Your eyes glistened, glazed over as you found his. “You’re perfect,” the words were all but spat.

A sigh of confusion left your lips, “you’re giving me emotional whiplash.”

“You’re too perfect. Stop it. Stop being like that.” He let himself slump into the rolling chair again, suddenly drained of energy.

How were you supposed to take that? It wasn’t like he was confessing his love for you or proclaiming a vendetta against you, no. He was simply stating that you were perfect– whatever that meant. Still, you wanted to know more. It seemed as though he was in a mood for talking, now. “You’re not making any sense,” your voice stayed quiet.

“And you always make sense.” Jisung slowly spun so you were looking each other in the eyes again. Just a single look from you and adrenaline rushed through him. “I’m sorry,” his gaze dropped to his lap.

The puppy dog look he sported made you want to hug him, kiss him more, though maybe that wasn’t what he needed right now. So instead, you took notes from him and tipped his chin up with your finger, forcing him to look at you. Keeping your tone low, “I don’t understand. But that’s okay.”

You let him walk you home after that, let him plant a kind kiss to your forehead and feel him slip something into your palm as his lips met your knuckles before skipping away into your building. As soon as he was out of sight, you looked at what he’d left you.

A harddrive, unlabeled other than a single music note. Smiling, you tucked it into your pocket for safe keeping.

That was almost a year ago. Giggly, shiny, perfect you that he all but ruined in more ways than one. The way he reacted to your first kiss should’ve made you turn tail and run, but no. The savior complex in you wanted to try and fix him, make use of the potential that he showed every sign of having. Granted, he was great at first. There were many wonderful dates, he asked you to be his girlfriend, you did everything together. The two of you were the typical sun and moon relationship, he hated everything but you and you couldn’t help but be an absolute angel everyone despite that. Little did you know, that would be the beginning of your downfall.

Four months after Jisung officially made you his girlfriend, you agreed to work the cafe over winter break for some extra cash, also giving Jisung an excuse to stay on campus and work more on music. However, with the new semester came new employees. You were instructed to train the new hire, Felix.

Felix was handsome, sure. He was also clueless on how to make anything on the menu and needed to be taught from scratch. Not that you minded, business was slow since most of campus was on vacation. That gave you the opportunity to teach him in depth and let him take his time.

Jisung visited you often, spent more time in the cafe so that he could just be in your presence as you worked. He enjoyed watching you from afar, liked seeing you being your bubbly and helpful self.

Early on in your relationship, you’d also learned Jisung had a thing for pictures. He was obsessed with taking your picture or recording you doing the most mundane of tasks. That also meant he was even more enamored with pictures in the bedroom. Sex was common in your alone time, you being the one to rile him up most days just so he could fuck you six ways into next week. You somewhat took advantage of how quick he was to get annoyed. Blame your high sex drive.

Sex at your dorm, his dorm, sex in the (public) studio of the music department, wherever he could get his hands on you for teasing him so blatantly. Jisung had racked up more than enough pictures and videos to keep in his spank bank, safely locked away.

Ultimately, it was also the same banter that attracted him to you that was the catalyst for your never ending string of arguments. It was always Felix– because how could it not? Your new coworker was just that handsome and as kind as you were, Jisung found it impossible that you weren’t attracted to him.

You’d never picked up on your boyfriend’s jealous tendencies until after the second semester started up again. The more students that started coming back to campus meant the heavier your schedule got. More school work was being piled on top of your hours at the cafe, also including spending more time with Felix. There never seemed to be any other reason for your arguments other than your pretty black haired coworker. Either he was too close to you, you two talked too much, he made you laugh a lot, it was always something.

Jisung had come into the cafe for his usual nap at his new unassigned (assigned) table, you brought him his coffee and a kiss on the forehead. He smiled as you skipped back to work, looking at the cute doodles you still drew for him on his cup. It was things like this that reminded him of your love, however he couldn’t help the overpowering feeling of watching Felix place his hand on the small of your back to get around you. There was nothing else that happened to make him angry, nothing to make the jealousy arise within him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the boy, annoyed that his freckles decorated his cheeks and nose and how nicely his hair was always styled. In a way, Felix reminded Jisung of you, genderbent.

Twenty minutes later, your boyfriend would usually be KO’d with his head against the table, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from your coworker. Jisung didn’t even try to hide it, you realized and looked back and forth between the two. Felix didn’t seem to notice, which you were grateful for. It irked you, but you couldn’t tell why. He was making that same face he did when he invited you to the studio for the first time, awestruck as he reached for his phone and opened up the camera app, Jisung snapped a picture of the boy.

You couldn’t have dragged Jisung home any faster after you got off work. “Slow down, babe, you’re gonna tear my arm off,” he said as his footsteps stumbled to keep up with your pace. Even as you were speed walking back, you managed to slip your hand into his jacket pocket, intertwining your fingers together. Jisung squeezed your hand reassuringly, but you didn’t respond.

“Baby?” He nudged your shoulder with his, looking down at you as you walked towards his dorm.

“Do you like Felix?” The words left your mouth faster than your brain could process them.

It was like two worlds colliding, the anger he felt for you all those months ago and now the emotions he couldn’t quite understand as he watched you interacting with your coworker. None of it made sense, so his answer was at least honest, “I don’t get it.”

“Do you always take pictures of him when I’m not looking?” Your tone was that of dominating, not upset, which confused Jisung more. You weren’t the dominant type by any means, so the way you spoke to him now caught him completely off guard. When Jisung stuttered, you kept going, “be honest now, sweetheart.” The words flipped butterflies in his stomach, but not in the way they usually did. Jisung felt caught.

“No– I mean– yeah, no I don’t. Are you– are you mad?” It was entertaining, hearing him struggle to keep up with the interrogation.

“I won’t be if you show me the picture.”

Jisung stopped walking all together, taking your intertwined hands out of his pocket and tugging you back. His mouth was slightly agape, “what?”

“You heard me. Show me the picture.” You could feel his hand tremble at the request. But still, he indulged you. Pulling out his phone in his other pocket, Jisung kept looking up to make sure you were serious. The winter wind made his hair sway lightly, only adding to the dramatic effect of him taking his time to show you what you wanted. When he did, you all but stole the phone, flicking through his camera roll without a single protest from him– as if he wouldn’t have lost that argument either way.

It wasn’t like the pictures Jisung took of you. When he captured your image, it always was in moments where you were the least suspecting, not paying attention as he saved moments where he thought you were the most beautiful. The picture of Felix, upon further inspection, was almost fabricated. Zooming in, you could see the slight turn of his eyes to the camera, like he knew he was being watched. However, neither of you would’ve caught it if you hadn’t looked closer.

For some reason, you weren’t upset, handing the phone back to your boyfriend and taking his hand again. Jisung was silent, confused as you started to lead him back to the comfort of his room. “That’s it?” He treaded lightly.

“Mhm,” the smile on your face when you looked up at him told Jisung otherwise. But he didn’t push it, if you were going to drop it then who was he to challenge that?

If you weren’t so busy, maybe you’d have noticed the shift in your relationship. Maybe you did and just didn’t care enough. Maybe you would’ve seen your boyfriend taking your pretty black haired coworker under his wing, bringing him back to the studio late at night the same way he did with you. He was being kinder to you, bringing you flowers at work and buying you little things that reminded him of you. You should’ve known then once Felix started avoiding you at work, going as far as requesting to change his hours so they were the complete opposite of yours. If you cared more, maybe you’d have been more hurt.

Jisung always wanted what he couldn’t have, even extending to what he emotionally couldn’t bring himself to accept. He’d figured out half way through the second semester that he hated Felix, too, only because he and you were so alike. That made him want the boy even more. So he started off with making small talk with the barista, escalating into inviting him to work on music together. Jisung was never the best at keeping secrets from you, living on a strict honesty policy. When Felix kissed him, he ran back to you instantly. How wrong Jisung was, Felix wasn’t you. You’d never do anything to hurt someone else like that.

You threatened to leave him, obviously, however it was a weightless threat. He’d fallen to his knees as tears streamed down his face, cheeks lips growing puffy from the rapid blood circulation. Jisung gripped at your waist and held his face into your stomach, drenching your (his) shirt as he begged for you not to leave. “He kissed me! I– I swear! As soon as it happened, I left. I’m so– so– I’m sorry, I love you.”

He just made it so difficult to leave, you’d never seen him cry like this before. Your made-of-stone boyfriend was having an absolute breakdown, shaking and choking on his own saliva as you could do nothing but run your fingers through his hair. You stared blankly at the door of his room, not sure if you should get away or soothe him. It was like this a while longer, Jisung trying to catch his breath as he gripped so tightly to your hips that you couldn’t move an inch.

Eventually, he let you go enough to sit on the bed, still kneeling on the ground between your legs. The touch you let yourself indulge in had him cradling his face into your palm, tugging your calves to trap him in tighter.

Jisung didn’t look at you like he did that first night or how he looked at Felix. It wasn’t awestruck or dumbfounded, nothing like he was a child tasting chocolate for the first time. Now, as the stream of tears dried down red on his skin and his lips trembled slightly, all he wanted was to please you and worship the ground you walked on, show you that there would never be anyone else.

“It was a mistake.” Your voice snapped him from his trance. It wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement. Jisung quickly nodded, cupping his hand over yours to keep you from removing it.

The hum you let out as you moved to caress him with both hands made him close his eyes, following your guidance to sit up higher mindlessly. Jisung being taller than you, he was just about eye level despite him being on his knees. Your fingertips ghosted around his face, grazing his lips, nose, cheeks, pushing back his hair from his forehead. He all but purred at the attention. “You’re such a pretty crier,” you confessed, smiling gently down at him. He didn’t open his eyes, attempting to control the single tear that wanted to fall again. Failing, Jisung held tighter onto your hand, still shaking. “He’s really pretty, too. Isn’t he?”

What were you getting at? Admitting to your crying boyfriend that you thought the coworker of yours he just kissed was pretty? After just telling Jisung he was pretty?

Jealousy is a powerful thing.

Jisung slowly opened his eyes again, eyebrows knitting together. “W– what?”

“Felix,” you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “He’s really pretty.” Stunned, Jisung couldn’t fight to keep you sat on the bed, watching from his spot on the floor as you sauntered over to his desk, picking up what he could only tell to be his phone. Everything was happening in slow motion to Jisung, your bare legs standing in front of his face again as you found the same picture of Felix that sparked this entire situation.

You didn’t bother showing the picture to Jisung. For all he knew, you didn’t even have the image opened. But that was the thing— he didn’t know. He didn’t know anything at this point, except for how much he wanted to make you feel the immense love he’d come to realize was all for you.

It crowded his chest, pushed his all too full heart into the palm of his hands and laid it at your feet, inches away from being stomped on.

So no, you didn’t show him the picture. It was all in good manner, though. He didn’t deserve to see the beautiful catalyst for your relationship’s strange dynamic shift.

“I— I don’t know what to say.” Honest, as always.

“No, of course not. You just run and kiss those you’re confused by, don’t you?” Jisung winced at your words, shrinking into himself more than he already had. His gaze ran down your legs until it hit the floor, not moving as you slowly tracked around his limp body.

“I’m not mad, baby.” His fingers twitched, not fully convinced.

Less to his knowledge, you were playing around with the camera settings on his phone, unsure if you wanted to use the flash, maybe the different filter settings? You twiddled his phone in your hand as you stood behind him, holding your finger over the capture button. With no warning, you gripped the back of his hair, yanking his head up and shoving the back camera of the phone in front of his face. The flash was blinding to both you and him, hearing the shutter go off and toss him with almost no force into the side of the bed.

It was cruel, you knew that, to be giggling at the vulnerability your boyfriend showed you as you examined the picture. His cheeks were extra puffy, eyes bloodshot and teary. The feeling was exhilarating, finally understanding his fixation with photos.

You created this image. You put him on his knees and made him beg, weep for forgiveness. Granted, the kiss was definitely his (and Felix’s) fault. But in the end, he always came back to you and this bed. The same bed you were now ordering him to sit in the middle of.

He did so without question, angrily sniffing and palming away a stray tear.

“Did you enjoy it?” The smile playing across your lips only irked him, knowing it was a loaded question. Jisung didn’t know how to answer you, especially when you couldn’t take your eyes away from the phone for just a second to look at him.

“Did you?” You asked again, raising an eyebrow in his direction. The weight of your side glance crushed him into the mattress, forcing a weak reply, “no.”

“No, baby? Why?” You stood at the foot of the bed now, shirt just barely covering your ass and thighs, making it hard for Jisung to keep his attention on your smug face.

“B— because he isn’t you.”

This answer pleased you, finally tossing the phone onto the corner of the bed and letting all your attention fall onto him. Countless times had Jisung been able to stare you dead in the eye long enough to make you squirm, but not now. The tables have turned dramatically, and now he was the one cowering under the pressure.

Tilting your head, you smiled your sweet, wonderful smile that made his stomach erupt in giddiness. Only now there was a lingering wicked feeling behind it. He knew he was in deep shit when you kneeled onto the bed and began crawling up the length of his body, forcing him back into the pillows. By the time you were face to face again, you’d refused to sit on his lap the way you usually would.

In fact, you’d refused to touch him at all, barely letting your thighs touch to keep you steady over his hardening crotch. Your hands kept you hovering above his lips, pinning him to the bed without laying a finger on his smooth skin, even when that was all he wanted.

All Jisung wanted was to feel you, touch you, have you tell him he’s yours and only yours. He wanted you to be mad about him kissing Felix and make him beg for you not to leave him. He wanted to know you still cared the way he knew you did back when you scribbled your phone number onto his arm (which he didn’t wash away for days because it was all he had to remind himself that you wanted him).

“He isn’t me, baby,” you’d repeated the words back to him, the nickname making his cock twitch in his tight jeans.

Jisung nodded in agreement pathetically quick, “he’s not.”

“No,” one hand came to run over his cheekbone, feather light, so soft he wouldn’t have felt it if he weren’t already so desperate. “And you won’t kiss him again?” Again, disgustingly fast he agreed with you, this time just a whimper leaving his lips.

You bored into his eyes with such an intensity that it made Jisung feel like he had to look away, embarrassed in more ways than one. As soon as he did, your gentle touch turned into a steel grip on his chin, forcing him to stare back at you.

“You’re mine, sweetheart.” Jisung crumbled into you, adoring the feeling of your skin on his despite how harshly you gripped his face. It was all he needed to hear before falling into your trap again.

“I’m yours.”

How easily the words slipped off his tongue, how he’d say them again and again until all you saw was him. Ironic, considering he was the one with the wandering eye. Even so, Jisung was selfish, but so were you.

The smirk that didn’t leave your expression told him that, coming in just enough to graze your lips over his, Jisung’s words catching in his throat as he awaited your kiss.

He’d closed his eyes in anticipation, wanting the sweet relief of his breath being taken away by the taste of your lipstick. And when it didn’t come, he opened them again to find you merely looking at him, reading him. Jisung gulped nervously.

“So greedy, baby.” The tip of your nose tapped against his as you whispered. “You just had a kiss and you still want more?”

Jisung whined again at the mention of his mistake, to which you let out a dark giggle. “I’m sorry,” he choked.

“I told you. I’m not mad.”

“Then why are you treating me like this?” His teeth grit as his emotions continued to run wild.

Raising an eyebrow, grip still firm on his chin, you sat back fully onto his now aching erection, the plopping sound of your bare ass hitting his clothed pelvis making him cringe in both excitement and anxiety. He let out a strained groan at your full body weight sitting on his lower section, heat from your cunt just covered in panties radiated through the fabric of his jeans.

The handle on his chin loosened and became soft, thumb softly running over his lips as your face pulled away from his. “Because I can.”

Throwing his head back and screwing his eyes shut, Jisung let out a more impatient moan. As soon as his mouth opened, you took the opportunity to shove your thumb past his lips, so far in that he gagged. Still, he closed his mouth around your digit. And when he did, you allowed him the smallest bit of mercy, grinding your hips into his enough to get his chest to rise and fall quicker.

The roughness of his jeans against your cunt felt better than it should’ve. You were supposed to be angry with him, be upset that he just admitted to cheating on you even if it was unintentional.

But had it really been unintentional? He’d been leading Felix on for god knows how long. If anything, it was bound to happen and yet, you didn’t do a damn thing to stop it. The slick from your arousal was just too slippery, you couldn’t help the tumble in your tummy when he tried to roll his hips harder into yours. What a pleaser Jisung always was.

He started off slow, swirling his tongue around your thumb and eventually sucking on it, taking whatever you gave him. The whine he let out as he let himself enjoy his new role elicited one from yourself, Jisung’s eyes snapping open upon hearing it. Pupils dilated as if he had just stepped foot into a nightclub, you bit your lip to hold back the moans wanting to slip. He wouldn’t get the satisfaction of hearing you more— not yet anyways, not without using him while he was in this new headspace.

Halting your movements, you pulled your thumb from his mouth, a string of saliva following it down to where you rested your hand around his neck. With the slightest squeeze, you said, “I’m gonna use you and you’re gonna like it.”

Jisung nodded, “yes, yes,” black eyes pleading for you to continue.

“Say it.”

The command went straight to his cock, “please— use me.”

With his consent, your hand around his throat squeezed tighter, bending over to kiss the spot beneath his ear. The sound of your lips trailing across his skin sent Jisung reeling further into a submissive headspace, wanting to be played with, used, abused. He also knew you could never do that to him, that fact being the only thing keeping him remotely grounded to the small piece of dominance that lingered in him.

Letting you continue to kiss him everywhere (except his lips), Jisung relished in the feeling of you slowly taking away his breathing while your other hand rode his shirt up, exposing the skin of his stomach. How hot to the touch he could feel himself to be, your cool fingertips raising goosebumps along his flesh. The difference in softness of your lips compared to the grip on his neck made Jisung’s head spin, slowly but surely becoming due to the lack of oxygen. If he were to black out, he’s glad he’d be able to do it to the feeling of your kisses being peppered across his collar bones.

You’d let go of his windpipe to slip his shirt over his head, Jisung letting you undress him. He wished you’d move faster, finding your hips and pushing down to grind into his erection again.

You weren’t one for violence in bed, at least when you had to inflict it. Instead of the slap you wished you were capable of giving, you pinched his cheek hard.

Tears began to well in his waterline again, “ow! Why?!”

“Who gave you permission to touch?” He stopped his hands from guiding your cunt across his hard on, opting to leave bruising fingerprints into your waist instead. The frown that crowded his lips made you lean into his neck again, laying down more kisses that distracted him from the aching in his pants.

He was getting lost in the pampering, even if all you were doing was leaving short pecks over his chest and torso. It was exhilarating to him, nonetheless. Jisung loved how all it took was the littlest bit of your attention and he was on his knees time and time again.

Your fingers hardly brushed over his hardened nipples, making him cry out and shove his head deeper into the pillow. The palm of your hand made its way between your bodies, pressing firmly into his cock much rougher than you ever had before. Jisung couldn’t control the convulsing of his body, folding and whimpering.

“Sensitive now, are we, baby?”

Though you didn’t linger here for long, making your way back up to sit on his contracting stomach. With both hands, you slid your fingers into his hair and relaxingly carded through it. It’d felt like a breath of fresh air, the moment you took to let Jisung regain his composure before following through with what you had planned.

With eyes just as watery as they were before, he pleaded, “kiss me please.”

He just seemed so desperate, so in need of your lips that he looked as though he might die if he didn’t get a taste. But you found beauty in that, the neediness, the aggravation and frustration that came with not getting what you wanted because once you did, it was that much more satisfying. “No.”

“Please,” he begged again. To which you responded, “no.” Another whine sounded from him, but not in a bratty way (it was definitely bratty), but more like he was containing a sob that wanted to pour out.

Just when he thought you were going to lean in for a kiss, you dodged his lips and planted one on his forehead before standing up to strip your panties off. Jisung was easy enough to distract, holding the front of your (his) oversized shirt between your teeth while you slowly slid them down your legs. His eyes fixated where your arousal made the crotch stick to your cunt, went and potent with just how horny for him you truly were. He stopped whining after that, after getting a whiff of just how needy you were, too.

And when you climbed back on top of him, dragging your soaking core over the center of his chest and pushing his shoulders back to lay completely flat, Jisung became as pliant as he’d ever been. He let you cage his head between your thighs, let you keep the shirt ridden up just enough for him to see the swell of your tits but not the whole thing, let you control his head with a heavy hand in his hair.

Your cunt was shoved into his face, yet still so far as you refused to sink onto him fully. You could feel him fidgeting with his hands, unsure of where to put them. Taking pity on him once again, you reached back and placed them in the crevice where your thighs met your hips, instructing him not to move an inch. Jisung showed his gratification by nuzzling his nose into the bit of your clit he could just barely touch.

“Be good and maybe I’ll let you fuck me,” you said through your teeth. You internally debated even letting him pleasure you, knowing his lips had been somewhere else. Knowing he’d never truly leave you didn’t ease the pressure in your chest now that you were about to ride his face. The way he begged you to kiss him made it feel all the more real.

The promise of getting to fuck you made Jisung nod, adjusting his grip on your thighs as you slowly lowered yourself onto his face.

At first, you didn’t let your entire weight down, doing your best to focus on the feeling of his mouth surrounding your bundle of nerves in a split second. It took you another minute to relax as he began sucking and toying with your clit, finally letting yourself fall onto him. Even with your cunt practically suffocating him, Jisung still pulled you in deeper, as if he couldn’t have been close enough.

Your hips moved on their own, grinding into his face as he stuck his tongue out and let you control the rhythm. One hand reached for the headboard while the other held his head steady. Thankful for the shirt muffling your cries of pleasure, you rutted back and forth against him, shivering when Jisung moaned and the vibrations rippled through your body. His fingers pressed incredibly hard into your thighs, wanting more, needing to suckle your clit as if it were his lifeline.

You didn’t let him linger in one place too long, not wanting him to necessarily be the reason you come. You were doing all the work, animalistically rubbing your wet core across his tongue and nose while he laid there and took it. Of course, the blissed out expression he held was a factor for your high, but feeling him squirming, unable to sit still was the catalyst. You only slightly turned back to see him bucking into the air, into nothing as his own horniness took over his lower half. Untouched, you could see the dark spot spreading wider over his still hard cock. He moaned and worked his tongue faster upon noticing you stop, as if he knew that you’d just realized he could come just by letting you sit on his face.

The smug way his eyes peered up at you, the knot broke in your stomach and your high washed over you, falling into the headboard as your thighs clamped around Jisung’s head in a shaking, blinding orgasm. You cried out his name, only making his own hips stutter into the air again as he gripped your cunt closer to his face. It only prompted you to move from your post orgasm bliss when he took in a deep, struggled breath.

Rolling off to the side, you slumped against the headboard, tired and fucked out even though your boyfriend beside you was still running on pure adrenaline.

“Fuck this,” he muttered, standing from the bed to kick his jeans and boxers off in record time. His cock was still hard, covered in his own cum and smearing it more as he tugged, letting out a deep sigh as he finally relieved some of the tension.

“What’re you doing?” You slid down the bed, eyeing him up and down as he towered over you. His eyes didn’t leave your body as he lazily continued to work himself up again.

“I was good, wasn’t I?” His tone was more challenging than before, knowing he’d been more than good.

“I didn’t say you could—“

“You didn’t, but I am.” Jisung released himself to reach for your ankles, pulling you down the bed and making your shirt slide over your tits, fully exposed to him.

You were planning on fucking him either way, but you loved when Jisung took what he wanted. And what he always wanted, was you.

Laying spread out for him, too tired and emotionally exhausted to be the brat he loved you to be, you let him manhandle you onto your stomach. With ease did Jisung kneel behind you at the edge of the bed and hike your hips up, lifting your right leg and keeping it suspended in the air as he aligned himself with your entrance. You were more than relaxed and capable of taking him, the act of preparing to be stretched the furthest thing from you mind when he was brushing the head of his cock against your overstimulated clit.

Wincing at the feeling, you twisted your upper body to be able to look at him, eyes half lidded just as his were. Jisung teased himself a few moments longer before gently pushing his way past your entrance, slick and already clenching for him. He didn’t look away from

your face as he bottomed out, allowing you time to adjust. And when you were ready, you moaned out.

Jisung balled the back of your shirt into his fist, more leverage for him to fuck into you. Wrapping your leg around the outside of his waist, he began thrusting at a painfully slow pace, almost as though he was scared of going any faster. That was, until you just couldn’t help running your pretty little mouth.

“Fuck me like you mean it, before Felix gets to know how both of us taste.”

All of Jisung’s inhibitions disappeared, rutting against you like a dog in heat because that’s exactly how he felt; like a dog. He was no better than one, kissing another man then running back to his girlfriend and letting her use him like all he was was a pair of dick and balls. He fucked you like there was no other sensation he’d ever live to feel, like he were to perish as soon as he pulled out of your warm, wet walls that only sucked him in deeper.

As tired and angry as you were, the harder he fucked you, the more difficult it became to stay mad. Deep down, you knew he would never go anywhere and that he didn’t mean to go as far as kissing someone else. You knew your boyfriend better than anyone, and that it was a fluke. He made a mistake, the way he let you treat him tonight was his way of making up for it. The domineering nature you always invoked in him was also another way of telling you he was sorry, because the care and softness that came after was always the sweetest poison.

Such as now, Jisung pounded into you as though he didn’t care whether or not you reached your second high, but you knew damn well that wasn’t the case. You’ll finish one more time at the least before he did, he always made sure.

“All that talk, and for what? To get fucked stupid.” One hand gripped to your elevated thigh, the other on the verge of ripping the shirt you still wore, Jisung let out a moan from within his chest, leaning over to place a few messy kisses to your cheek.

“You’re in charge, sweetheart,” he huffed, “but no one will ever fuck you like I do.”

Practically throwing your leg down, he released the grip on your shirt and hiked his leg up to plant firmly next to your hip. He only slowed for a second to really take in the feeling from the change of angle before jack hammering into you, this time not pulling out fully as he entered you again and again. The constant stimulation from the scooting motion he was making had you tumbling head first into your second orgasm, so close yet so painfully far.

“Fuck— so fucking tight, always so tight for me.“

Your lack of response wasn’t because you disagreed with him, but rather because you agreed entirely. Jisung was fucking you stupid, physically and emotionally. You felt like he fucked your emotions inside out every time you stepped into his bedroom, the same way he did your guts. How stupid of you to think he was going to lay down and take your brief moment of physical dominance.

Watching as he raised his hand and brought it down to meet your ass, you whined out in pleasure as he left one, two, three more on your reddening skin. The pain was too good, too fitting for the situations that took place, that have been taking place. Your cries for more, harder, made Jisung halt mid thrust and bring his hand back down to soothe the handprint he’d left.

“Wh— why’d you stop?” you whispered, trying to get a better look at him.

“Baby, if I hit you any harder the neighbors are gonna call the cops,” his expression turned soft, concerned. Instead of continuing, Jisung pulled out and lightly guided you onto your back. Only after stripping you of your shirt to leave you both completely naked, did he lean in close.

You’d denied him your kisses for so long, he forced himself not to cross that boundary, stay a safe distance away so he didn’t get the urge to devour your lips (even though he always did). But your arms wrapped around his neck, kneaded through his hair so expertly, your scent engulfed him and made his senses go into overdrive. Jisung didn’t even have the mind to think about his aching cock until you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in so he easily filled you to the brim again.

So torturously aware of everything that he was capable of, that you were capable of, you didn’t let him go, just letting your lips brush against one another as he stayed sheathed inside you. “Fill me up before you kiss me,” your words no louder than the softest whisper.

If there was one thing about Jisung to be remembered, it was that everything he felt could be soothed with a kiss. Want to make him stumble on his words? Kiss his hand. Want to make him choke on his drink? Kiss his cheek. Want to make him fall in love? Kiss his lips, gently and passionately.

However, that only applies when it’s your kisses. And your kisses are his reason for anything, at this point.

Which is what got him to move his hips again, this time slower and more languid. He was no longer in a rush to reach his high, but rather to make sure you felt every bit of him. As much as he craved your kiss, he wanted to savor you, feel you as much as humanly possible.

But you were already so close, realizing that it wasn’t pain you wanted to feel, but Jisung. You wanted to be just as close to him as he wanted, too.

The pace at which the two of you could go from hating each other to wanting to melt into one another was appalling, dizzying in the same way that Jisung’s thumb brushed over your clit. The motion dragged an uncensored, purely lustful moan from your lips, causing you to clench incredibly tight around your boyfriend’s dick, already on the verge of coming himself.

It only took another few circles of his thumb to get you to convulse and throw your head back, exposing your neck to him as your second high flushed your senses silly. The tightness, the surge of your arousal flushing his cock inside you made him come hard, spurting his seed to mix with your own lingering orgasm. Both your bodies held onto each other for dear life, his head buried in the crook of your neck as you pulled mercilessly on his locks. It was like a perfect mold, fit only for the two of you.

It took a few silent moments for your breathing to return to normal, Jisung keeping his face nuzzled into your hair and wanting to drown in your scent. However, one more craving needed to be fulfilled.

Tapping his shoulder lightly, he lifted his head to meet your gaze. “Kiss,” was all you said as you puckered your lips.

He took you in with no hesitation, hand coming up to cup your face, pulling you deeper into it. It was sensual, smooth, caring as your lips moved together in sync.

Jisung thought back to his kiss with Felix. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, most of all, uncomfortable. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to kiss the other boy, he definitely did. But the kiss itself didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like how your first kiss together was, he’d realized that there was no one else that could encapture him with a kiss the way you did, all that in spite of how much he disliked you at the time. How was he to love a person he didn’t want to kiss all day, every day, until the end of time?

He almost didn’t let you go after your lips finally touched. “How are your lips still so soft after all the shit you talk?“ he joked, smiling into your skin.

As much as you wanted to retort with, “because I don’t kiss anyone that gives me the littlest bit of attention,” you didn’t. You couldn’t when he was showering you with soft touches and sweet words. Before you could think of with a real comeback, he was lifting you to the bathroom, flaccid dick still inside your sore pussy. It was only when he lifted you higher to slip out did he release you on top of the open toilet.

Jisung ran around the bathroom gathering wipes, mouth wash, water, anything else you needed while he instructed you to pee— making it very clear he wasn’t listening, not that you cared much. He’d even returned with a fresh pair of panties. “I— I don’t really want them tonight,” you admitted. You still wanted him, every bit of him without the barrier of clothes.

Picking up on his quickly, he planted another kiss to your lips before walking out to let you clean up. Though, he returned not a minute later to help you wipe down your body and drag you back into bed.

It was when the tension had finally dissipated, both naked and tangled in one another when Jisung spoke again. “Don’t ever leave me,” his voice was hoarse and weary.

“Don’t kiss anyone else.”

“After this, I don’t think I could even if I tried.” You giggled lightly at his honesty. With his chest to your back and arm draped over your stomach, you couldn’t find it in you to think any deeper about his confession.

You thought back to his phone that rested at the foot of the bed, the picture of him you took earlier, the single picture of Felix that was still in his camera roll. “No more pictures of him, either.”

Neither of you had to say his name to know who you were talking about. “Can you blame me?”

You stiffened for a moment in his hold, hoping he didn’t feel it. Even after the tears, torture, begging he did, he didn’t regret it. Taking the picture, at least. It was a small but effective jab to your heart that he probably didn’t realize he took.

The best you could come up with was, “I can. Because I didn’t get to kiss him first.”

A/N: FINALLY BACK ON TRACK!! moved back into college so now I can finally get this series back up and running (even tho there's only one part left after this one heheheh)

this one took me soooo long to write it's actually embarrassing. I hope the idea of this one was sort of obvious- the purposefully ignoring the green (red) flags and sex as a way to avoid real confrontation. I kinda just threw Felix in there on a whim. either way I hope you enjoy!

Feedback, comments, anything and everything is appreciated!

-momo <3

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Adoration (pt. 2)

Summary: Though you’ve only been together for a few months, you and Wonwoo are completely starstruck by each other. Tonight, it really shows

Genre: Smut, a bit of plot, fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst but not really

WC: ~2.4k

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x gn!reader (i tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible once again but please let me know if and where i messed up so i can fix it!

Warnings: Wonwoo is still a simp, pet names (you already know), marking, smut, soft dom!Wonwoo, multiple orgasms, oral (reader receiving), that’s all I can think of so lemme know if i missed something

Note: This took WAAAAY longer than it was supposed to bc of finals and then work and then the holidays being right there so this might seem a bit rushed and I apologize!

Part 1 here!!

Wonwoo has you laid back on your bed. Your shirt is completely unbuttoned and yanked down your shoulders and your dress pants have been thrown across the room. This leaves you almost entirely bare for him while the only thing removed from his body is the turtleneck that you’re almost positive is stretched out from how you’d been yanking on it to keep him close to you.

Your hands are clawing at his head as he sucks and bites at your chest, his hot breath causing your nipples to pebble. You let out a gasp when he tugs particularly roughly at one of your nipples, your grip on his hair tightening and you can feel him shudder against you. He moves lower down your body, wet kisses placed down the center of your torso. Wonwoo smiles when you squirm under his touch, his eyes flicking up to look at you.

“My love,” he coos. When you don’t respond, he pinches the skin of your thigh. Your jaw drops open and you gasp at the sudden pain.

“Did you just pinch me?” Your head lifts from your pillow, your brows furrowed. A small smile has found its way to Wonwoo’s lips as he admires you. You look like a complete mess, your hair tangled from when his hands had laced through the strands, pulling you and guiding you. Your neck and chest are completely covered in marks that have only grown darker over time. He can see the goosebumps that rise on your skin as he traces every inch of your body, memorizing every last inch of you as if it’s the last time he’ll ever see you.

“I might have,” He rubs the reddening spot and places a gentle kiss on it right after. “Did it hurt?” You nod a bit, pouting at him. “I’m sorry, my love. Let me make it up to you.”

You watch as he lowers his head down, tugging your underwear down until it got caught on your knees. When he tears them off of you, your body shoots up so you can scold him properly. You’re quick to stop, however, when he gives you a look.

It’s not threatening, per se. It’s more…commanding. Daring, even. Like he wants you to try anything. You grow warm under his gaze and he pushes on your ribcage until you’re lying flat again.

“Just sit back, my love.” He rubs your thighs gently, his large hands casting warmth everywhere they touch. “Let me do everything.”

You feel his breath against you, slowly getting closer and closer and you let your eyes flutter shut when his tongue presses against you. He’s gentle at first, slow. But when he hears that first moan bubble from your lips it’s like a switch is flipped inside of him.

Wonwoo pulls you closer to him, his hands sliding underneath you to prop up the lower half of your body. His tongue presses harder against you, slipping between your folds and dipping into your clenching hole. Your legs are trembling, trying desperately to squeeze together but he just tugs them over his broad shoulders, effectively trapping his head between your thighs. He groans into your warmth and the vibrations shoot through your body. Your jaw drops. Your moans and gasps and cries echo in your bedroom and you can only hope your neighbors can’t hear you. His tongue slips further into you, lapping at you relentlessly like a man starved. Your eyes struggle to remain open, rolling back into your head and your hands are clutching at Wonwoo’s dark hair to pull him impossibly closer to you, chasing your high.

One of your lover’s hands slips from under you, a finger slipping into your hole beside his tongue. A loud moan rips through you, and your back arches when he adds another. Wonwoo scissors them inside of you, listening to the sounds you make to gauge what you like, and what you don’t like. When he thinks he’s stretched you enough, he slowly eases in a third finger. You clench around him, and he slows the pace of his fingers inside of you. Wonwoo pulls his tongue away from you, watching the way your face contorts as he slowly thrusts his three fingers inside of you.

“You alright, my love?” His concern is genuine and you can only purse your lips and nod. The stretch is a lot more than you’re used to, and the sting hasn’t faded yet. Wonwoo can sense it, and he slows his motions to a stop until your face has relaxed fully.

You can feel your upcoming high fading away and whine a bit. Your eyes flutter open and lock with his. You can see the concern behind them, feel the gentle caressing of his hand against your thigh while the three fingers inside of you remain still.

“Are you okay?” He repeats his question, and this time he doesn’t accept your nod. “Verbal response, my love.”

“I’m…” You take a shaky breath, clenching ever so slightly down on his fingers. The motion sends sparks through you and your eyes flutter shut again. “I’m okay. I just— I just needed a second to get used to it.” He hums and you hear him shift. When your eyes open, he’s moving to hover over you with his fingers beginning to shift inside of you. Your legs have fallen on either side of him and you cross your ankles behind his back. “You can move again, Nonu.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” Wonwoo’s lips press against yours in a slow kiss. His mouth moves gently over yours, his tongue slipping past your lips to distract you from his fingers beginning to pump in and out of you again. You stipend against him but he just kisses you harder, squeezing your thigh as he works his other hand at an easy pace.

The pleasure slowly begins to return. When you moan into the kiss you’re sharing, it’s loud and he pulls back just so he can hear it clearly. You bite your lip in an attempt to quiet yourself but Wonwoo’s free hand slides against your cheek and his thumb slip between your lips. He uses this little hold on you to pull your jaw down and let your sounds ring in the air.

“That’s it, my love,” he coos, “let me hear you. Let everyone hear how good I’m making you feel.” You clench tightly down on his fingers, your body shaking violently when your orgasm hits you.

It hits hard, your moans becoming cries of your lover’s name. He continues to work his fingers in and out of you, pushing you through your orgasm. He watches your face contort in pleasure, your back arching against him and he can feel his dick twitching in his pants. He’s gnawing at his lip, trying his damned best to keep from shoving his pants down and pushing his cock into you right then and there. He knows he can’t do that. Knows you need a few moments before he can even begin to really fuck you.

When Wonwoo finally pulls his fingers out of you, you’re watching when he slips them into his mouth. Watching as he sucks them clean of you. He’s smirking the whole, moaning at how good you taste. Your hole clenches around nothing, and you whine at the emptiness you feel.

“What, my love?” He asks and begins to undo his belt. “Need me to fuck you? Hm?”

“God, please,” you breathe. “Please fuck me Nonu. Need you so bad. Please please fuck me.” The smirk on his face only grows at your desperation and he gets up from the bed for only long enough to tug his pants and underwear down his legs and kick them to the side. Wonwoo only watches as you gape at him. At his cock. The way it stands proudly, leaking from the tip. “Oh fuck, you’re big.” This draws a laugh from him as he crawls back over to you. He lets you reach forward and wrap your hand around his girth. His eyes squeeze shut as you give an experimental pump down his shaft, your eyes practically bugging out of your head.

“My love,” Wonwoo’s voice trembles as you continue to pump your soft hand up and down. “My love, please.” He’s begging. You look up at him and you tilt your head. His eyes are struggling to open, and his breath is coming out wavered. When you stop moving your hand, his cock is twitching.

“Nonu?” He forces his eyes to open and he looks down at you. “Can you fuck me now?”

“Of course, my love.” He breathes out. “Of course.”

It takes him a moment to find where he put his wallet, digging through it to find the foil packet he just so happened to bring with him tonight. He’s lucky he did, though. Otherwise this all would have stopped a long time ago and you’d both be left on edge until he had left your apartment.

He laces his hands in yours, leaning you back until you’re laying down. Your hands rest on Wonwoo’s chest, running up to his shoulders and resting on the sides of his neck. Your lips purse when he begins to slide himself into you. Just the tip is enough to stretch you out, even with his prior prep.

“Take a breath, my love,” Wonwoo’s voice is strained as he squeezes your hand. Your walls are squeezing him so tightly, the pressure enough to have him wanting to cum right then and there. He wants to pound into you, make you see the same stars as him in this moment. He listens to your breathing. Listens as they go from slightly pained to light and airy as he continues to slowly slide himself into you. He whispers quiet praises to you even after he’s fully engulfed by your warm walls.

“Nonu,” your voice comes out in a whine. “Nonu, please move.” The desperation in your voice. The way your legs squeeze around his waist to pull him impossibly closer to you.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head when he begins to thrust into you. Slowly at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling. And fuck, does it feel good. The drag of his veiny cock against your walls. The press of him hitting that spongy spot inside of you. Your hand pulls him down to you by the back of his neck, your lips crashing against his in a sloppy kiss. It muffles the sounds you make, quiets you, and apparently Wonwoo doesn’t like that. His thumb finds its way into your mouth again, tugging it open so any sound you make rings in the air.

“Don’t muffle yourself,” he’s breathless. “I want you to sing for me, my love.”

You can see the sweat beginning to form on his forehead. He’s moving faster now, his hips slapping wildly against yours but his movements are still sharp and fluid. He repeatedly hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars again. You’re crying out his name now, begging for him to go faster. Harder. He complies without hesitation.

All he wants is for you to fall apart on his cock. All he wants is for you to see stars, to beg him for more. To cream his cock until you have nothing left to give him. Until you’re completely spent and begging for him to cum.

Your second orgasm of the night arrives faster than the first, hitting you at the speed of a bullet train. The pleasure is blinding and your back arches upwards. You squirm, trying to pull away from Wonwoo as he fucks you through it, his hips seeming to move faster than before. He grabs your waist with both hands the moment he sees your back bend and he holds you up.

He forces himself to sit back on his heels as he fucks you. It takes him a few moments to tear himself away from where he’s sucking another mark into the base of your neck. But the moment he sits back on his heels, his new grip on your waist tightens and he slams himself into you with a new fervor. You’re screaming for him now, and he almost feels bad for the noise complaint you’re going to receive in the morning. For now, though, he’s only focused on the pleasure you both feel.

He can feel himself getting closer. Feel his abdomen tightening, his cock twitching inside of you. His hips begin to stutter, and his thrusts become sloppy.

“Fuck, my love,” His head falls back, heavy breaths and loud grunts falling from his lips the closer he gets. “Gonna cum, baby, fuck.”

You can’t even respond at that point, too far gone and drunk on his cock. You can feel a third orgasm rising, your walls clenching weakly down on Wonwoo’s length as you beg. For what, you’re not sure. Something. Anything to relieve the pressure inside of you that grows and grows and—

The wire that snaps inside of you has you writhing underneath Wonwoo. Your jaw is dropped in a silent scream and your arms thrash on the sheets below you. The pleasure is blinding, and it takes a moment for the ringing in your ears to fade away. You can faintly hear Wonwoo moaning loudly into the air as his hips stutter and he fills the condom with his cum. His hand runs slowly up and down your stomach, your body twitching under his touch.

You don’t know when Wonwoo pulls himself out of you. You don’t know when he runs a bath, or when he picks you up to bring you to your bathroom. You’re only half awake at this point, your body completely spent.

“My love?” Wonwoo’s voice is faint in your ears, even though he’s directly behind you in your tub. He’s washing your body, massaging your body where he knows you’ll be sore. “Y/n, baby. You okay?” You can only hum in response, leaning your head back on his shoulder while he cleans the two of you. You let yourself drift off as he washes your hair, gets rid of all the knots he created.

When you’re conscious again, he’s laying you down in your bed, tucking the blankets around you. Your brows furrow when you see him start to leave, and your hand wraps around his wrist. He turns toward you curiously, his damp hair brushing over his forehead.

“Can you stay?” Your voice is hoarse and you grimace at the sound. Wonwoo smiles and nods.

“Of course I’ll stay.”

#itsbeeble #itsbeeble masterlist #kpop #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo smut #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios

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milli0n-dollar-fool · 11 months

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spoilers

since mr gaiman said we could maybe write our notes as we watch each episode i’m going to start doing that because i need to understand what happened the whole season LMAO im so distracted by ep*s*d* s*x

Episode 1 – The Arrival

The thing Crowley is holding looks like the thing he used to stop time

His hair is GORGEOUS

He’s so bubbly and wholesome

Aziraphale didn’t know he was helping to make the stars

This is why Crowley wanted so badly to go to the stars with Aziraphale last season

Crowley sort of refers to Aziraphale as kind of below him? Like rank-wise (note Aziraphale is a cherub?)

Aziraphale looked so hopeful introducing himself to Crowley then he doesn’t even tell him his name LMAO

HIS EXCITED SQUEAL

Is this how he wanted to watch the world go in season 1? From space with Aziraphale?

Not aziraphale thinking Crowley was referring to him with the “look at you, you’re gorgeous”

“and I think you’ve done an excellent job” shoot me now

So this is what Crowley is like with a will to live (JOKING)

“stars everywhere” didn’t he say that in the “what are they putting in bananas these days”

Help the music sliding down when aziraphale breaks the news I didn’t notice that before

Crowley’s face

‘call it a nebula’ HE’S SO PROUD OF IT

‘if I was the one running it all’ *immediately looks around nervously*

‘how much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions’ honey you’ve got a big storm coming

THE STARS RAINING AND THE WING AHHHHHH

Love David tennant getting his name before Michael sheen in the credits

We didn’t see the blimps or raining rabbits in this season – s3?

Switched little sign thingies

THE SIGN CROWLEY WROTE ABOUT CLOSING TIMES AHH

“hello Maggie” HIS VOICE IS SO GENTLE

“what if I were to take these Shostakovich records without paying for him” HE SAYS IT SO MISCHIEVIOUSLY

Also I love some of shostakovich’s pieces

“I’m very good at forgiveness, it’s one of my favourite things” PARALLEL TO “I FORGIVE YOU” RAHHH

I like how you can see crowleys eyes behind his sunglasses

“frozen peas” he’s not letting down his man aziraphale

She has her order memorized AHRIOAA

Head empty no thoughts goob intro

HELP ME THE BARE HUG SQUEEZE I WOULD RATHER DIE

STOP LOOKING UP AND DOWN AZIRAPHALE

‘near one particular person’ ‘no certainly not’ bffr

Was the something terrible thing heaven hunting him down

His smirk at “his royal smugness is in trouble that’s so sad” AHHHH

“you’re funny. I love you” hello?

The fly in the box heh

Aww his face after ‘what box’

I will die for Muriel

TONE OF VOICE

“go back a long time’ ok

‘because there’s a naked man there?’ JEALOUSSSS

“is it something I can help you with?’ JEALOUSSSS

So like we were right about Crowley eating/drinking really fast

“purely selfish action’ not very angelic of you

I wonder what the rest of his keys are for

HIM PUTTING HIS GLASSES ON THE HORSE LMAO

“ask him properly” I jumped

“I am dusting” HE JUMPED LMAO

Dartmoor sherlock reference I see you

Arguing 25 minutes into the show I see

‘precious, peaceful, fragile’ man

‘if you refuse to help me you’re at liberty to go’ paralleling ep*s*d* s*x is gut wrenching

“no, I would love you to help me” im crying he really is picking up the pace

How long was that blue car out there for

Ngl him smiting everywhere was kinda

“you’re misunderstanding me uriel” “im understanding you very well. You think somebody should be giving orders and that someone is you” PARALLEL TO THE END

I unironically love Michael

Crowley looks so tired in his Bentley :(

For a sec I thought we were going to get traitor traitor Crowley

The way he sprawls lmao

Beelzebub trying to find the man theyre down bad for lmao

The way they converse comfortably instead of Crowley being afraid of Beelzebub

Aww Maggie being sheltered :(

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY

“theres only room for one of us in this lane and it’s not you” crying

I love how nina remembers people based off their coffee order – That’s Mr Six Shots of Expresso

“my bad” aww

The way he was listing when he did the I was wrong dance WHAT HAPPENED

Were those the years of the flashbacks I’ll check later (1650, 1793, 1941)

I love the dance I need the backstory

“very nice” rolling

“together” im crying

Parenting is going well

‘it would barely move the dials’ okay

They look so determined

Their smiles when they thought they did the miracle right aww

And theres the end of the episode folks what do we think

#this is for my use lmao #might be interesting for other people to see as well #please tell me your thoughts i can't hold this in forever #not me being the only friend with prime none of my other friends have watched it :(#i have a class tomorrow with my favourite teacher who's already watched it can't wait to lose our minds together #good omens show #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #spoilers #go2 spoilers #ready to marry anyone who diligently tags spoilers

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tellmegoodbye · 8 months

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Hello Harley! nice ask week query for you! give me your top 5 Lone Star scenes please and thank you 💜

Top five scenes??? Gosh, This is hard!!

Before we start, Hello. My name is Harley and I love angst. My choices here probably explain a lot...

I am doing this off the top of my head because I have never put a list together until now. It is also very late so if I forget an iconic scene that would be criminal for me to leave out, I'm sorry. I will definitely correct myself in the morning and add onto this if that is the case.

The best scene in the entire show HAS to be the TK waking up/Grace giving birth sequence, right? I think it's safe to say that nobody is doing it like her. Just the two extremely emotional situations that could only really be described as miracles, both coming to fruition after four episodes of angst. The music choice?? The acting??? TK and Carlos finding their way back to each other and barely having to say anything, and Grace and Judd being able to have this experience together in spite of everything that stood in that path. The pain you can feel from Owen as he watches a new life coming into this world, unaware that his son is waking up at the same exact time. Like the choices that were made here were just brilliant. Push, my beloved, there is a reason I just wrote 23k words about you.

This is a combination of two from the same episode, the first one being that period of silence after Tommy finds Charles in 2x13. It's one of the most emotional scenes I've ever watched in any show, and it does so much without relying on sound. The second one is at the end of the same episode where she is finally able to cry, and this is also one of my favorite musical moments from the show, if you recognized the lyrics in my blog title!

The entire plane landing sequence in 3x08. Another favorite musical moment of mine, but also just an amazing scene in general. I'm a sucker for all the 'begins' type episodes, and the way that scene switches between the past and present is really well done and definitely gets me crying every time.

I absolutely have to include the scene in 2x02 where we get a glimps at each character mourning after Tim's death. It's another one of those scenes that does a lot with very little. Incredible acting, and it gave us that beautiful moment where TK comes home to Carlos and collaspes in his arms. Such a memorable scene for me.

I'm going to be on my Owen bs for a hot second here so please bear with me. It had actually been a while since I watched this scene so I almost forgot how much I enjoyed it, but I watched 3x18 again recently and the scene where Owen is hallucinating talking to Gwyn fucking broke me. As well as the rest of the scene that followed where he's rescued. The best way I could describe their love story is a beautiful tragedy. You can tell Owen has carried around a lot of guilt for how it ended, and you can't help but wonder how different things could have been if they had worked out, and if she had lived. I think it was an incredibly important scene to have as well, if you also take into account everything we learned about Owen in 3x15 and 3x16. His journey over the past two seasons is something I have appreciated immensely. We learned that he lost his brother and his father in different, yet equally tragic ways, he lost the love of his life, he lost a brother AGAIN so soon after metting him, and after all that loss he still had to find a way to focus on the people who were still there. I think that 3x18 scene in particular is beautiful, but it also sums up a lot of the emotions I have surrounding his character and why I love him so much.

Honorable mentions include: soulmates scene, proposal scene, intro scene in 4x18 where they postpone the wedding, the entire being alive sequence, the call between Grace and that astronaut in 1x10, Hen and Owen talking when they're trapped in the mine in 2x03, Carlos crying after the fire, Marjan keeping herself alive by hallucinating her younger self in road kill, and literally any scene from saving grace and shift-less.

Plus many others that I have inevitably forgotten. Please yell at me and tell me what I missed because I can be a ding dong sometimes and I am overdo for a full rewatch.

#I apologize to any owen haters who stumble upon this #my blog is not an owen-hater friendly environment #I unapologetically adore him and he is my favorite after TK and Carlos #I am biased for good musical moments as well as flashbacks of any kind if that wasn't obvious #I love you character development I love you cinematography #I love you to whoever it is that works at 911 and 911ls who decided to include a shinedown song in both shows YOU ARE MY HERO #the how did you love scene also goes hard #okay I have rambled wayyyy too much and I have no idea how to format this in order to make it more readable #I'm so sorry my brain just doesn't know how to shut up #asks #911 lone star

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spinningbuster98 · 1 year

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Ok so here’s finally my thoughts on Silent Hill 2 @colony-drop-program

So I think I’ll start with the obvious: this game has an incredible aesthetic and atmosphere

The character models are very good for a 2001 PS2 game, not the best mind you (I still think the character models of MGS2 which came out the same year are more impressive, if a little Barbie faced) but they’re animated pretty damn well and go a long way in giving the characters life and expressions

But most of all I love the overall texture work, the environment look remarkably rusty, worn down and creepy, they look like something out of a late ps2 game, not early.

But the cherry on top is the lighting: this game might just have the best shadows I’ve seen, the way your flashlights barely lights up the hallways, and the way it creates dynamic shadows is not only really impressive but really adds to the creepy and oppressive atmosphere. Love it!

The level design of the “dungeons” is technically not too different from the first game’s, so most of its positives and negatives still stand, though this game does generally a better job at making each place more memorable thanks to its gimmicks, be it the Hospital switching over to the Otherworld halfway through, the Prison and its “holes” that you have to jump into that may symbolize James’ suicidal tendencies, or the Hotel and that brief moment where you have to go without any items and of course when it gets all watered-up after the “reveal”, combined with that droning music which all combines to perfectly represent James’ mental state at that moment.

The town itself is both better and worse than in the original

It’s better because it’s scaled down meaning much less back and forth

It’s worse....because it’s scaled down meaning it’s also less interesting, plus you get tired after running for a while causing you to slow down and I fucking despised that because it’s completely useless, it’s not like there are any monsters that can outrun you so it only worsens the pacing and further discourages exploring the town!

There are quite a few gameplay tweaks that I appreciated: the game allowing you to choose a Riddle Difficulty level is amazing and honsetly all puzzle based games should have something like this, plus I found the puzzles here, even on normal, to be more “balanced” when compared to the first one’s, with a few exceptions (fucking cans to throw in that trash chute in the apartement, I thought they were a healing item).

I love how all the hints are saved in the Memo section of the menu

I also noticed that the controls are generally more responsive

However despite all this many of my issues with the first game are still present, namely that the game is excessively generous with resources and that the enemies are usually too easy to take down or avoid, which is not good for a horror game that is supposed to keep player tension high. I maintain that the game’s sheer atmosphere is enough to create great tension on a first playthrough, but on a second one (which I did) it starts to lose its luster and the basicness of the gameplay rears its head.

I was also a bit disappointed with the Otherworld here, I know that the look of the previous game’s Otherworld couldn’t have been reused, as Alessa is nowhere to be seen and James’ mind is far different from hers, but it’s nowhere near as striking as previously, to the point that I sometimes didn’t even noticed I was in the Otherworld! To be fair it’s not a big issue as the game’s basic atmosphere is just that strong but still, bit of a missed opportunity

I also noticed that the map is more....inconsistnent? Like before it marks every door you can and can’t open and the locations of....some puzz tensionles, not all of them which tripped me up on some occasions.

I guess the last gameplay related thing I wanted to talk about is Pyramid Head

Now I like him for his concept, a manifestation of James’ guilt and subconscious desire for punishment. His design has me....mixed? It’s certainly iconic and striking but, symbolism aside, he’s still a dude with a big-ass pyramid on his head weighing him down and I can’t help but find it hilarious XD

But on the gameplay side of things....ngl I thought he was kinda weak sauce

The reason is pretty much the usual: he’s simply not dangerous enough, he’s really slow and has a hard time catching you (the only time he got me a gameover was during the hospital chase sequence but only because I thought he was coming from in front of me, causing me to turn back, run into him and I accidentally got Maria killed because of it. But on my second attempt i simply...ran ahead without stopping....and that’s it), his attacks do more damage than those of normal enemies but that’s no biggie because I’ve got a few dozen health items with me, and it’s usually pretty easy to get around him during his sequences (mainly in the prison). He’s sort of the biggest example of what I said last time about the game’s gameplay tension not matching up with its atmospheric tension. Tbf this may all be much better on hard mode but on normal this was a tad disappointing

I wanted to make a comparison to show you what I mean by all of this. Now the first comparison that most would make would be with Nemesis from RE3, but I thought a more interesting comparison would be with this little bundle of joy:

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Say hello to the SA-X from Metroid Fusion.

The SA-X is this game’s take on the persuing monster archetype, an shapeshifting parasite that has robbed Samus of her best weapons and armor and is now stalking her while using her appearence. It’s very similar to Pyramid Head in the sense that it’s invinvcible and you meet it during scripted sequences where you have no choice but to run away, and in this sense it shares many of its issues, namely that due to its scripted nature it’s only gonna catch you by surprise on a first playthrough, and its AI can sometimes be a little...

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However I believe that it overall does its job more efficiently because it’s....simply far more dangerous than Pyramid Head. The SA-X is fast, in fact it WILL outrun you in 2 seconds if it spots you, it’s jumping attack can damage you, it can shoot you from off screen and THROUGH WALLS, and you can only hold it off by freezing it, though that only lasts a second, and it will also chase you through multiple (scripted) rooms.

The SA-X works better than Pyramid Head in this role because it literally outclasses you in every category, meaning if it spots you there is a really high probability of death, and while your first encounters with its are pretty easy if you just stay put and wait for you to leave, later on the game throws you into brief platforming areas that you have to go through WHILE it’s chasing you, so no “running in a straight line to safety” like that Hospital sequence.

Phew...ok I think I’ll stop here for now and cover the plot in another post since this one has gone on long enough I think XD

Well I hope you find my thoughts so far at least interesting :)

#silent hill #silent hill 2

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setimoalem · 2 years

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more of my lily's childhood headcanons

Lily hated cold with a passion and she actually had life long plan of switching between north and south hemisphere mid september and be back mid april to only ever live in warm weathers.

She had a small geographic globe she used to spin and stop at random places to plan what she would do when she got there. Islands were her favorite.

Could name almost every single country and it's capital because of that.

She was a sticky hands toddler.

Lily was that one kid always receiving punishment at school; a lot of kneeling and donkey ears.

Some of her teachers were fast to notice kneeling and facing the wall wasn't working so they started punish her with actual labor; help the kitchen ladies, sweep the whole courtyard, reshelve library books etc.

Her most memorable burst of accidental magic was during a particularly nasty punishment to mop the girls bathroom after she broke Sarah Wheeler's nose. She kicked a bucket of dirty water against the wall in a fit of anger and squat down with her head between her knees to take a deep breaths, when she looked back up the whole bathroom was squeaky clean and smelling of wildflowers.

Severus was the first person to actually believe her on this.

She was protective of her friends and had a tendency to run her mouth. Hair trigger temper.

If there was a fight you could bet Lily was either the pivot, the one fighting or the shit stirrer. Never minding her business.

Hated being accused of things she didn't do. It was the easiest way to pick a fight with her.

She had (as we like to call in my native language) "a heart that didn't belong to her" though, always ready to comfort other kids, to help solve their problems, to stop any injustices.

Always hungry, never sleepy.

Hard worker. Always did her homework at school to have more free time, always studied ahead, never skipped a single class.

Hyperactive. Being sick was a actual nightmare.

Not vegetarian but didn't care for meat.

Loved anything with berries.

Slept with her Hogwarts letter under her pillow everyday until the last day of august.

Didn't have many toys, she was more of a playing in groups kid.

That one kid making mud cakes™

Running in the rain.

Her mom influenced her music taste. "Their" song (as they called it) was Tomorrow today by Kippington Lodge. Everytime it played on the radio they ran to hold each other and sing along on top of their lungs.

Upside down on monkey bars, actually gave young Petunia her first stress induced grey hair.

Growing up poor and only being around just as underprivileged kids she wasn't aware how many children didn't live in the same way until she started Hogwarts and people wore gold jewelry to class and authentic fur cloaks in the winter.

It cemented Lily's will to be better than the rest of them in any subject or course.

Hair always pulled back in a ponytail.

Aspirant potion master (mistress?)

This one is shorter than my last one, I'll try to make a longer one next time! Hope you liked <3 this was also an excuse to make my Harry was Lily's son through and through agenda seen.

Also every single punishment I described here were actual things my mom's teachers made her do for acting up/bad behavior. They once made her kneel during recess/lunch time and her friends sneaked around to feed her biscuits and give her water because said teacher didn't give her permission to eat. She tells it like it was funny though.

#lily evans #headcanon #hp marauders

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studiojeon · 3 years

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use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | - Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee).

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed.

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish. “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes.

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better.

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you.

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face.

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly.

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips.

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way.

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were.

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion.

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on?

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week.

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker.

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way."

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while.

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either.

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out.

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside.

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you.

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know".

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right.

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?"

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though.

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t.

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

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Lake Chelan

Heyy💜 so i have a req for Vinnie😍 based on this tiktok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdaeQPS7/ So the readers that girl and they had like the most amazing date and for whatever reason vinnie forgot to ask her number so they never met again until years later the reader is actually a big tiktok star and moves in with nai. One day nai’s on live and vinnie’s watching and then the reader shows up on live and he’s like ???!!!!! And freaks out cause it’s the girl he’s never been able to forget. @canyoubuymetoast

Summary: An impromptu connection quickly turns into an unforgettable yet unrealistic one. Despite this a few years later Vinnie finally gets a second chance to reignite said connection.

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

“You know your help would be great Vinnie.” Reggie says sarcastically while trying his best to figure out how to pitch their tent. Maria and Nate went off to scope the area since they already set up their tent, so it left the two Hacker brothers to figure out how to create their sleeping arrangements.

“Yea yea one sec.” He responds placing his phone on the picnic table he was sitting on before looking up to see a German Shepard walking towards him. Vinnie’s eyes instantly brighten and a smile washes over his face as he calls the dog over.

The black and brown dog trots over to Vinnie with a wagging tail and almost immediately the friendly animal starts to leave slobbery kisses all over Vinnie’s face. Vinnie lets out a laugh as he moves his face out of the way, but continues to the pet the dog.

“Who’s dog is that?” Reggie asks walking over to his brother, giving up on the tent.

“I don’t know it just came up to me. It’s friendly though.”

Reggie simply shrugs his shoulders and joins his brother in petting the dog. However, just as Vinnie opened his mouth to suggest that they should call the number on the dogs collar an unfamiliar voice calls out.

“Zeus! Where are you boy?”

Reggie looks up from the dog and his mouth almost immediately drops open when he see’s a gorgeous girl searching the area looking for something. He nudges his brother who was still petting the dog and cooing at it in a baby voice. Vinnie looks up at Reggie annoyed before he decides to look at what his brothers line of vision was fixated on.

As Vinnie looks over yours and his eyes simultaneously meet. Albeit cliché, Vinnie could’ve sworn he had the air knocked out of him just by making eye contact with you. He’s never felt anything like it before.

You on the other hand quickly glance down and relief washes over you as you finally spot your dog that wandered off of your families campsite. You quickly walk over to Zeus, your dog and the two boys that were with him.

“Zeus I should’ve known you went to mooch food off of strangers!” You exclaim to your dog who quickly walks over to your side before you finally look back up and make eye contact with the boys. As you do so seemingly the same effect you had on Vinnie, he had on you. How did you not realize how attractive he was when you were walking over to them?

“I’m sorry about him he does this at every campsite we go to. You would think we don’t feed him, but he’s just a glutton.” You say, heat washing over your face due to the fact your dog wandered off and found the most attractive guys you’ve ever seen.

“No no it’s okay we needed a break.” Vinnie says nodding over to the unpitched tent while smiling at how flustered you got from his gaze on you.

Reggie scoffs looking at you then his brother. “We needed a break?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “Vinnie, I’ve been trying to set up the tent for the last 15 minutes while you were trying to find service so you could make a tiktok.”

It was now Vinnie’s turn to be flustered. “Pfft, that’s not true.” The blond says obviously fibbing and you simply look at him amused.

“Do you guys need help? My family and I go camping every summer so I’m basically an expert at setting up tents.” You suggest.

“Yea sure that would be great.” Vinnie says standing up for the first time in the last twenty minutes while smiling at you. Without another word the three of you walk over to the unpitched tent with Zeus following along.

“My name is Y/N by the way.” You say glancing at Vinnie before kneeling down to work your magic.

“Vinnie and that’s Reggie.”

And that was how you and Vinnie Hacker met, all thanks to your gluttonous dog who loved showing off his puppy dog eyes to strangers in return for food. Little did either of you know how much this small interaction would have an impact on the other. As the Hacker’s camping trip went on the more your family and Vinnie’s bumped into each other and finally one night your dad invited the Hacker’s over to your campsite for a bonfire. Almost instantly yours and Vinnie’s acquaintance status changed to friends. Soon enough your family and Vinnie’s family spent the rest of the camping trip together, going swimming, boating, tubbing and more.

That was no different for the last full day of your camping trip. In fact Vinnie finally gathered up the courage to ask you on a date despite the fact you two originally lived hours away from each other.

“Thank you.” You say glancing up to the waiter that just took away your empty plates and placed the bill on the table. You look back up at Vinnie who was already staring at you with admiration, causing heat to wash over your face.

Too flustered to look at the boy in front of you, you take in the scenic view. You two sat out on the patio over looking the lake with mountains, foliage and the sun setting in the distance. The restaurant Vinnie took you to was one of the fancy ones in town and the two of you stood out like a sore thumb due to your clothes. Showing up to the restaurant and sitting down to eat in a normal t-shirt and shorts was the equivalent of eating at McDonald’s in a prom dress and suit. Yet, the disapproving stares from other patrons made the whole experience even more memorable.

“This is very nice thank you Vinnie.”

“Anything for you.” He says softly, placing his hand on the table in which you take without hesitating, causing both of your heart beats to increase.

“Do you want to hit O’Riley’s after?” You ask, referencing the ice cream shop the two of you went to seemingly every day of the trip to cool off on your walk back to the campsite after a day full of activities.

Vinnie pulls out his wallet from his shorts to pay for the expensive meal while looking at you with a smile on his face. “Great minds think alike.”

Without another word you two leave the fancy restaurant hand in hand while receiving glares from the regular patrons. Throughout your short walk to the popular ice cream parlor in town the two of you reminisce about the past week and a half together. It honestly felt like a dream.

“You know I wanted to hold your hand on the hike today, but I couldn’t keep up with you and Zeus.” Vinnie says, recalling the hike you guys went on along with Reggie and your brother.

“Clearly you need to work on your stamina, City Boy. That incline wasn’t even that bad.” You joke poking Vinnie in the stomach before leaving his grasp to wander over to the menu of ice cream flavours. Vinnie was infatuated with everything about you and he adored how you made fun of him for being from Seattle. The blond lets out a laugh and follows you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on the top of your head as he analyzed the menu as well. Almost instantly you melted into his touch.

“Okay Snow White.” He retorts back remembering how basically every animal or even bug seemingly gravitated towards you throughout the trip.

“What can I say Vinnie. I’m just that captivating.” You say turning to look at Vinnie before winking.

After a few minutes of waiting in line and you changing your mind on what flavour you wanted for the fifth time the two of you finally order and make your way over to a bench nearby. You weren’t a stranger to Lake Chelan and what you loved most about the small town was how close everything was. In fact the bench you and Vinnie decided to sit down on wasn’t too far from O’Riley’s, but it was close enough to the lake to witness the scenic view in full.

Once you two sat down you guys instantly turned to each other and tapped the other’s ice cream cones, causing some of your ice cream to transfer to Vinnie’s and some of Vinnie’s to transfer to yours. You introduced this small practice to Vinnie on the third day of hanging out together. In which the reason behind it was simply because you’ve been doing it ever since you were little for good luck and to have a small taste of the other person’s ice cream.

Vinnie watches as you taste his flavour, red velvet while your eyes light up, causing him to smile. “Holy shit yours is good.” You say before taking a lick of your flavour which was blueberry cheese cake. The blond laughs in amusement as your face of delight quickly turns into disgust.

“Yea I definitely should have gotten yours or moose tracks.”

Without hesitating Vinnie softly takes your ice cream cone out of your hand and switches it with his. “There you go.”

“Vinnie, no this is yours.” You say reaching for your ice cream back, but he simply puts his hand above you and ultimately out of your reach.

Vinnie laughs playfully as he watches you attempt to reach the cone with your original flavour from your spot beside him. “Y/N like I said earlier, anything for you.”

You roll your eyes at the blonds cheesiness, but you end up sitting back down placing your head on his shoulder while heat washed over your body at how he made you feel.

The sound of kids riding their bikes, crickets and birds splashing in the lake could be heard while the setting sun continued to reflect off of the water. “It’s so beautiful here.” You say after swallowing your last bite and taking in the view in front of you.

“Yea it is.”

You turn to Vinnie and your heart begins to race when you notice he was already looking at you. Some may think this moment was cliche, but to you it was perfect. In fact your hopeless romantic dreams were being fulfilled.

Vinnie’s gaze on you was intense and you couldn’t bring yourself to break it. Instead you found yourself flickering your eyes down to his plump lips and back up to his brown eyes. Vinnie follows your lead and his proximity causes your breath to hitch.

Without wasting another second Vinnie finally moves in and acts on what he has been wanting to do ever since he got to know you. His lips meet yours and you instantly kiss back, wanting for this to happen for a while yourself.

The kiss was short yet sweet and passionate while leaving both of you flustered. You place your head back onto Vinnie’s shoulder, your hand finding his and intertwining your fingers. A comfortable silence falls upon you two as both of you take in the perfect moment.

“I don’t want this trip to end.” Vinnie says breaking the silence while rubbing his thumb across your skin and admiring the scenic view in front of him.

It scared Vinnie how fast his feelings for you developed and continued to do so and he was quite frankly disappointed that you guys live so far away from each other. Although you both lived in the same state you lived closer to Portland while he remained in Seattle. You two created a once in a lifetime connection throughout a camping trip and it seemed as if it was going to end just like that.

“I promise I’ll say goodbye and give you my number before we leave tomorrow don’t worry.” You say lifting your head off of Vinnie’s shoulder before placing a kiss on his cheek. The whole trip you refused to give Vinnie your number or social medias simply because you realized their was more to life than the internet. You would rather be going hiking or playing in the rain than being on your phone, which Vinnie adored considering he was so consumed with his platform on TikTok.

However, your promise would ultimately be broken when Vinnie woke up the next morning. The blond boy walked over to your campsite with a small bouquet of wildflowers he picked along the way. He could hear the beat of his heart in every step he took, knowing this would be the last time he saw you for a while.

When Vinnie reached your campsite his heart and the bouquet of flowers simultaneously dropped at the same time. Your site was empty. In fact, it looked as if you and your family didn’t even stay there. The only thing that proved that you were there were the tire tracks of your families RV. Now the site was ready for the next group of campers to come in and make their own memories.

Even though you and Vinnie only spent a week and a half together it felt like you two created a lifetime worth of intimate moments and memories. He doesn’t understand how he got so attached to you in such a short amount of time, but he did. The blond boy lets out a deep sigh before turning around to go back to his site, leaving the memories you two created and flowers he brought you behind.

Vinnie lets out a big yawn as he stretches in bed. He grabs his phone and checks the time. 2:43pm. The night before the blond streamed Valorant on twitch until 4 in the morning so there was no wonder as to why he was just waking up. Deciding to stay in bed for a little longer, Vinnie cuddles into his sheets and opens TikTok, Hera joining him a little bit later.

As he scrolls he likes a few and comments on some of his friends posts. However, his incessant scrolling comes to a stop when his for you page lands on a video of Nai’s. Vinnie watches it, but as he does so a familiar face is shown causing his heart rate to increase while butterflies erupted in his stomach. Who knew that one person could still elicit these feelings out of him two years later?

There was no way. It couldn’t be you in the video. Yet there you were in Nai’s tiktok showing off your gecko. You looked the same, but so different at the same time. Vinnie couldn’t help himself, but to watch the tiktok a few more times, every time his smile getting bigger and his heart fuller.

Luckily for him Nai tagged you in the caption in which Vinnie took this opportunity to check out your profile and make sure it was actually you and his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. Right away he knew it was in fact you.

You had just under a million followers and were on the brink of getting verified. As Vinnie scrolled through your profile he finds your first tiktok that went viral and ultimately kick started your career. The video was of you eight months ago running and dancing around in the rain in the middle of the road. Vinnie smiles as he watches and he couldn’t help, but to feel flustered at the fact he finally found you after all these years.

It made him happy to see that you seemingly stayed the same personality wise. From what he remembered you loved everything about nature and animals so there was no surprise to see your account full of videos of you enjoying what you loved. In fact your most viral videos consisted of your ring neck parakeet, Athena.

Just as Vinnie was about to hit the follow button on your account a text from Alex popped up.

I was planning on throwing a chill party tonight is that okay?

He clicked and stared at the message for a few seconds. Seemingly Nai would be invited which meant if you were with her still Nai would likely bring you as her plus one.

Yea ofc.

Vinnie spent the rest of the day going through your social media accounts. He wanted to follow you on every platform possible, but he didn’t want that to creep you out so he decided it was best to wait and see if you came tonight. After all his odds were looking in his favour as the time until the get together dwindled and you and Nai continued to post with each other.

The blond walks out of his washroom freshly showered with a towel around his waist and into his large room. He could hear a bunch of voices and music coming from down stairs so the party must have already started. Just as Vinnie was about to drop his towel to get dressed a familiar voice is heard from the other side of his door.

“Knock knock!” Nai shouts.

“One sec!” Vinnie calls out quickly, throwing on boxers and a pair of black cargo pants before rummaging through his dresser for a shirt. “Come in!”

Almost instantly the door flies open revealing Nailea in all her glory. Vinnie glances over to her in hopes you were with the brunette, but his hopes fall when he see’s you’re no where to be found.

“You seriously need to stop making thirst traps in the shower we all thought you slipped and died with how long you were taking.” Nai says walking into the room and flopping onto Vinnie’s bed.

Vinnie lets out a laugh while he continued to look for a shirt he wanted to wear, his mind being clouded with thoughts of you. Nai was wearing the same outfit she was wearing in the instagram stories she posted with you today so where were you?

Just as Vinnie turns around, putting on a shirt with the intent to discretely ask Nai about you a familiar, but nostalgic voice could be heard in the hallway over Alex’s loud laugh from downstairs. “Nai?”

“In here!”

“Jeez this house is huge I need a map just to leave the washroom.” You say walking into the unfamiliar bedroom. As you do so your eyes lock with Vinnie’s and both of your heart rates increase significantly. Heat washes over you under Vinnie’s gaze and you couldn’t help, but to feel confused. He looked so familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on where you recognize him from.

Vinnie on the other hand felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Throughout the past few years he imagined scenarios where he would run into you back at home or at Lake Chelan, but finally being in your presence again caused him to not know how to act.

“Y/N this is Vinnie the friend of mine I wanted you to meet.” Nai says looking at you. “And Vinnie this is Y/N. I think you guys will click instantly especially since you’re both from Washington.”

“Nice to meet you. Can I sit?” You ask nodding over to Vinnie’s bed where Nai was sitting, petting Hera.

“Y-yea of course.” The blond stutters out causing his cheeks to go red. However, a pang of hurt rings throughout the boys heart when he realizes you don’t remember him.

Quickly you make your way over to Vinnie’s bed and without wasting another second you extend your hand out for Hera to smell before petting her. Vinnie watches as you do so. You looked even more beautiful than when he first met you two years prior, if that was even possible. Although you looked slightly different due to the fact you graciously grew into your features Vinnie could tell your personality stayed the same as you continued to gravitate towards animals.

“What’s this cuties name?” You ask scratching under Hera’s chin, causing her to purr before you smile at Vinnie.

“Her name is Hera.”

You let out a gasp, “Did you know Hera was married to Zeus?” You say, recalling your past obsession of Greek Mythology. By now Nai was zoned out of your conversation and was scrolling on tiktok.

“Yea I actually named her after a girl that I met at Lake Chelan, who’s dog was named Zeus.” Vinnie says with a toothy smile on his face.

Your eyes widen and you look back over to the blond, your heart beating a mile a minute while you finally connected the dots.

“City boy?” You breathe out.

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