#in the scenario in my head he’s an ‘03 baby

[bubbledtee]

the lore i have built up for modern!80s!james in my brain is overwhelming.

[vrmxlho]

Hi can you write some fluff headcanons of gokurakugai characters ? Maybe their S/O taking care of them when they come home from work? Especially with Yoru, Alma, Tao,

👉👈

There's like no content of gokurakugai 😭

you are so right we 100% need more content cuz every fanfic or scenario abt them is all in my head and i think i’m going insane 😭😭 ALSO ALMA MY LOVE MY WHOLE BLOG IS DEDICATED TO HIM, PRETTY BABY, if anyone is seeing this go read gokurakugai rn, this isn’t a request it’s an order 👿 +++ is this even what you meant by the request??? i have 0 reading comprehension skills

cw: not proofread + swearing + bad english because i'm sleepy >:(

YORU 夜

this man oh my lord

he could have literally had the most peaceful night of his life but when he gets home he makes a huge deal about it just to get kisses and hugs

he loves when you baby him

could come home with a single scratch on his hand but he will milk the shit out of

he always asks for kisses wherever he's hurt

he tells you that they're the only antidote to the pain he feels

you actually have no idea what he does since he's so mysterious but you're always worried because of the ungodly hours he comes back at

one day you just started inspecting his body in the shower and you were surprised by how many scratches and strange bruises there were and from then on you never left his side

you always have ice packs and heating pads at home to throw at him whenever he's complaining

though you do love hugging him and cuddling

most of the time to 'take care' of him all you do is give him back rubs which ends with you on his lap making out with him

although he always comes home in middle of the night and leaves early in the morning he always falls asleep after you because he wants to make sure you're not stressing too much

his personal philosophy is "holding hands saves lives" and he lives by it

always holding your hands because he had a "long day"

technically, length-wise, he did...

but he was really just walking around strangling people so

acts like he's dying so he can get your attention

actually pathetic (affectionate)

"y/n, i can feel myself slipping away." he was lying on the sofa dramatically. eyes closed, legs slightly falling off the edge and his hand on his head. he didn't notice you watching him and when he opened his eyes to check if you were paying attention, your gazes locked. he quickly turned away of course, and let out a theatrical sigh. "y/n please." you had diverted your attention for about one second because the soup you were making was making gross bubbly noises and you wanted to turn the gas off, but yoru needed you all to himself. he looked cute here. his face a bit flushed because he really did have a fever. his hair was a mess and his long body was flopped in an uncomfortable position in order to leave some space for you. you poured the soup into a small bowl and walked up to him. "my arms hurt." "i'm not going to feed you." he pouted. "i guess i won't eat then." rolling your eyes, you placed yourself on the sofa, took a spoonful of soup, blew a bit on it and motioned it his open mouth. it felt good being next to him. at least you could make sure he was safe. he could be calm with you. he could finally rest.

ALMA アルマ

he’s always late from work cuz he's a hard working baby

but even if he does come back at ungodly hours he always manages to bring food with him

and it's always your favs

somehow he has food from your favourite restaurant that closed down two years ago and who's chef was imprisoned for arson?????

what does this man do...

anyway

the second he gets home you're checking to see if he's fine and if he's going to need emergency iron tablets from blood loss

he hates when you do that because he feels like it's his duty to take care of you and that if you're the one doing the caring he's failed in some way

so he always brushes you off and tells you to go to sleep because its 03:41!!

it takes a bit, nay, a lot of insisting for him to finally let you take care of him

so the first thing you do is have a shower, washing his back and giving him head massages while he tells you about his day

checking over his chest because you're worried he's hurt and telling him to shut up when he laughs at how much you care

he tells you he would do blood tests everyday if you were the one examining him

if he ever comes back even slightly hurt you'll scold him for being careless and then give him kisses, telling him you'd die if anything happens to him

that made him want to try even harder and make sure you were never sad or scared

kindest baby, my actual husband

if for some reason he's come home without food and you're hungry he will cook for you, he's been helping out at auntie's just to be able to please you

what a man

"alma dear, there's no need to cook we can just go to the convenience store!" "convenience store? i'm not letting you eat that..." "babe about 1/2 of your meals are from the convenience store. you must be tired, i know how much you work..." "you take care of me every night, let me do something for you for once." he had stopped dicing the onions. both of your eyes were stinging but alma could be very stubborn when he wanted to be. he set down the knife, slightly patted his hands on his apron and pulling you in by the waist. "i really appreciate everything you do for me, you know. but i feel bad for making you worry so much." "don't feel bad alma, i love you." to this he pulled you into a tight hug and all you could do was put your arms around his neck. he smelled like a mixture of blood and soap. he felt warm but you could feel the tiredness in the hug. you wanted to sedate him so he would actually take a fucking break. "alma i swear to god, if you do let me take care of you i'm going to shove this knife into you." "it wouldn't be so bad if you did it." you hate how he made you blush even when he was a blink from deep sleep. i guess it can't be helped. he would never allow you to be the caregiver, so you might as well accept all the love he was giving right?

TAO タオ

mommy

there i said it

not even a potential mother, she is THE mother

barely gets hurt because she's so cool and hot like that

you're always worried though, because you know she's the type to get into dangerous situations and misjudge or underestimate them

however, she never allows you to take care of her, she's gruff and reserved most of the time, even if she loves you very dearly

but after whining about how much you wanted to baby her she'll stop resisting as much

she'll allow you to make her meals

mostly because she can't be bothered but also because she loves tasting the love in your food

she'll reward you with kisses and massages

even when she's the one who's sore and in need of massages

she sort of projects her needs onto you because she's like a mum

(please come home tao, the kids miss you)

though she is very obedient when you order her to eat, or to sleep on time

she lets you fix her wounds up and undress her when she's really tired (not always in a sexual way)

if she ever thinks you're paying her too much attention though she will straight up tell you to calm down and assure you that she's fine

she feels really bad for making you worry

but deep down she really enjoys the attention

not that she'd ever admit it

"you're back tao! what do you want for dinner?" "nothing honestly, alma and i already ate." "oh." you hated when she did this. yes this was so you could rest with her. and yes, it meant more cuddles and warm hugs. but you really wanted to take care of her. be motherly. so you gave her a pout and pleading puppy dog eyes. to this she raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "this won't work. let's just go to bed." "you will sit here and you will have dinner with me." she did as you said. she sat down with a huff and rested her head in her hand as you cooked away in front of her. it was nice and silent, the quietness was comforting. but you also wanted to hear about her day. listen to her rants and such. "so...tell me about your day." "it's really late dear, let's just sleep. i'll tell you tomorrow." "oh come on you always say that." "promise." you set down your plate, turning back to her. "i'm in middle of cooking, stop being rude." "fine..." the night passed slowly. somehow she ended up putting on some music and while you waited for the food to be done cooking you danced. you held her in your arms for she was exhausted. you loved it like this. in the arms of the one you loved. where you both would be safe, and cared for.

[buzzzlove]

hi i loved your k scenario and i wanted to ask if you would to make a headcanon how k would be as a boyfriend?❤️😊

hiiii! thank you for your kind words ♡

here you go! i hope it's what you had in mind and that you enjoy it.

requests are open 🩵

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K

I love you

It's knowing you can count on him

"Baby? What's wrong?" your boyfriend's sleepy voice came through the phone.

"Uh, I just had a bad dream. Wanted to hear your voice," your voice trembled as you answered. It was 03:24 and here you were, scared of a silly dream and wrapped up in your blanket, nervously playing with the ends.

"Are you okay?" you heard rustling in the background as K sat up in his bed.

"Not yet. Talking to you is helping though," you sighed, trying to breathe evenly, "Sorry, I probably woke you up."

"What? Pfft," he answered, trying to make you feel better, "I was up anyway. You know me and my sleep schedule."

Happy to hear a small chuckle from you, he asked another question in the softest voice possible, "You want to talk about it?"

"Not right now," you shrugged, trying to shake the bad thoughts away as well, "I'd rather hear your voice."

"Let me tell you what Taki did today then."

Your boyfriend always knew what to do to make you feel better. Even from miles away, he could tell how you were feeling and what you needed. As he fell into his story, you felt your body and mind relax again. His voice soothing your racing thoughts.

It's having arguments sometimes

"Hey bub! What's up?"

Your boyfriend was semi out of breath when he answered your call.

"Where are you?" you tried keeping your voice light.

"Just got back to the dorms. Practice ran way over time today." The background noises told you he was setting his things down and settling in.

"Oh, I see," you mumbled, "And what are you going to do now? You sound tired," you felt your heart sink, already knowing what the answer will be.

"I definitely need a shower," K chuckled, "but I'm exhausted, I might fall asleep early tonight."

Biting your lip, you stayed silent. You didn't trust your voice. It would be a dead giveaway for how you felt.

"Baby? Are you still there?"

You hummed softly.

"Y/N?" he asked again.

"I'm guessing you don't remember our plans."

Now it was K's turn to stay silent. You could almost hear his head working as he tried to remember. A sudden gasp came down the line. The background noise paired with the fact that the phone was nowhere near his face now made it difficult to make out what he was saying.

You sighed heavily before saying, "Forget it K. I'm heading to bed."

Ending the call, you threw your phone on the nightstand. You knew from the noises that he was probably going to knock on your door in a few minutes. You decided to lie down and wait.

Sure enough, 13 minutes later, you heard a frantic knock coming from the front door. A muffled yell of your name let you know you knew your boyfriend all to well.

You stood up slowly as you dragged yourself to the door. You let out a final softer sigh before unlocking and opening the door. You barely saw K's face before he was inside and pulling you into his chest.

"I'm sorry. I won't do that ever again. I'm sorry."

You didn't say anything but wrapped your arms around his waist to show him you understood. He didn't let you go for the rest of the night.

It's him getting jealous

It was one of K's rare off days so you decided to go for a walk and get some coffee. You were just standing in line, staring at the baked goods on the shelves when suddenly you felt your boyfriend pull you into his chest. He wrapped one arm securely around your shoulders and made sure to keep you as close as possible.

You lifted your head slightly, making eye contact with him, "What was that about?"

"Hm? No, nothing. Just felt like hugging you," his other hand came up to brush your hair back before his eyes flickered to something behind you. Not used to this level of PDA in public, you blushed.

"Lucky for you, I feel the same," you giggled and wrapped your arms around his waist.

He grinned down at you before he glanced behind you again. Quickly looking back, you immediately see the problem. Standing on the other side of the cafe was a young guy who was very obviously checking you out.

"I didn't know you were the jealous type," you giggled softly as your caught his eyes again.

"I'm not jealous," he huffed, trying to hide his blush by hiding his head in your hair. You just giggled, knowing you were spot on with your remark.

[qserasera]

parallax {a yoo joonghyuk/kim dokja fanmix}

songs 1-10 mostly for kim dokja, with some appearances by yoo joonghyuk; songs 11-20 for yoo joonghyuk throughout ORV

{{LISTEN ON SPOTIFY HERE}}

Song list below 'The Incarnation Kim Dokja will be killed by the one he loves most' {01 Black Crown - Kingdom [instrumental] | 02 The Story - KANGDANIEL 'Paradise that feels like it's going to me / As we get closer / That's just how / That's just how the story goes' | 03 Nine Lives - Stella and the Storm 'Because i've got nine lives, nine nine lives, baby ' | 04 Bring Out the Devil - Black Math 'While everyone is shooting for heaven / I've been planning on storming the gates' | 05 Scenario - SF9 ' I will decide a new story that will change’ | 06 Gambit - Park Jihoon, Bang Yongguk 'Oh, shall we play a sweet game? / It's dizzying, as if I'm about to reach the precipice' | 07 Pretender - July Talk 'I lean in real close as an informer / What if you're just a performer?' | 08 Soul is a Star - Jagwar Twin 'She said Papa was a sinner / Playing God behind the scenes' | 09 The Lovers Dancing - innerpartysystem 'The love still moving through my hands / I'm building and making a beautiful thing / that will never be made again' | 10 Kneel Before the Crown - Audiomachine [instrumental] }

[The Story 'Life and Death Companions' is continuing its storytelling] {11 Heart Memory - Extraordinary You OST [instrumental] | 12 When I Watch the World Burn, All I Think About Is You - Bastille 'The world is ending / on the news / But here in my head / I'm drunk on you' | 13 Lost in the Dream - MONSTA X 'Every night, I look for you / wandering in the same dream / I want to stop, but can't escape' | 14 Rewind - twlv 'Time is no medicine / the wound is growing bigger' | 15 Desire in Silence - The Glory OST [instrumental] | 16 Chained - machineheart 'I've been saying things about you in my deepest sleep / I want you back, I want you back, I want you back' | 17 Cracked Open - Lawless, Britt Warner 'You lose your mind to find your heart in the dark' | 18 Good Love - Zola Blood 'Always, I'll take a good love / or anything that might save our place a little longer' | 19 Fools in Love - Yeju 'And all I can see / is how my future holds you, my dear' | 20 love story - Jhove [instrumental] }

[dom-bastiansmythe]

OLLISBASTIAN || Discord threads

@switchingolliesmythe

March 10, 2024

Bas — 03/10/2024 3:03 PM

You can never go wrong with black leather, am I right?

Ollie — 03/10/2024 3:03 PM

Not tradtionally.

[3:03 PM]

Why?

Bas — 03/10/2024 3:14 PM

Just saying. I was looking at some old pictures from one of the times we went out together.

Of course, I like it all that much when I use it to tie you down all pretty, on my bed, or my bondage chair.

Ollie — 03/10/2024 3:42 PM

Ah. Someone's taking another trip down memory lane.

[3:42 PM]

You do love doing that.

Bas — 03/10/2024 3:52 PM

I like doing that from time to time.

[3:52 PM]

And you love being on the receiving end of that.

Ollie — 03/10/2024 3:57 PM

Hm, it certainly seems so.

[3:57 PM]

Well anything where I get your cock, I'm a fan of.

Bas — 03/10/2024 4:13 PM

Do you think that's a sign I'm getting old?

And any scenario when I get your pussy, I adore.

IMAGE

Ollie — 03/10/2024 4:14 PM

Ha. You are the older brother.

As you should. It's the best pussy on campus

IMAGE

Bas — 03/10/2024 4:17 PM

Shush you, before you earn a spanking.

Fuck.

The best, most warm, moist and delicious one, hands down. No competition at all.

Ollie — 03/10/2024 4:36 PM

Oh no. A spanking. Whatever will I do.

[4:36 PM]

Heh.

[4:36 PM]

Like that picture?

[4:37 PM]

Fuck. I really do have a big brother.

Bas — 03/10/2024 4:41 PM

As usual, being a very, very naughty girl.

I would say a picture does you no justice, but that one almost does.

You really do. Just how many fingers do you think you need to push inside your pussy to feel as thick as this, little sister? Three? Four?

Ollie — 03/10/2024 4:55 PM

Heh. And yet, I thought you like naughty, naughty girls

[4:55 PM]

Or boys.

[4:55 PM]

Hm, I certainly like it.

[4:55 PM]

Hmmm fuck. Four. Definately four. To be stuffed to the brim.

Bas — 03/10/2024 4:59 PM

The only naughty girl I like is you, sweet sister.

You look positively exquisite.

Hm, that was my guess, yes. Go on then. Be a good little and suck on four of your fingers and slide them in your pussy for your big brother.

Ollie — 03/10/2024 5:01 PM

Heh. Oh yeah? Hmmmmmm, you sure you got know gender-fluid gays you might want?

[5:02 PM]

I thought so. Almost sent it to Henri.

[5:03 PM]

Hm, well if it's for my Big brother…How could I not do that? God. Fuck that's a lot.

Bas — 03/10/2024 5:13 PM

Sure I do. You.

Why didn't you? You would get him drooling in one second, and making you kneel in front of him before you could even blink.

That's my good Little Sister. So obedient… I know, but you can handle it, can you? Move your hand, come on… Slow and deep.

Ollie — 03/10/2024 5:22 PM

I meant other than me, obviously.

[5:23 PM]

He's busy with the resturant. I don't want to steal too much of his time.

[5:23 PM]

What can I say? When you lean into the brother thing, it's hard to say no. Hm…fuck. Should I video call you?

Bas — 03/10/2024 5:28 PM

Are there other genderfluid gays at the Academy?

Baby, he would never be too busy to admire the beauty that is you.

Well, that is just who I am. The big brother who can never get enough of her slutty baby sister. Hm, yes…. That would be very good. Do it.

"Fuck.."

Ollie — 03/10/2024 5:29 PM

Hm, you never know. You might have a few spare laying around.

[5:29 PM]

Ha. Perhaps. I don't want to bug him too much, obviously.

[5:31 PM]

It takes a moment before that call starts ringing on Sebastian's phone, when the other finally picks up. It shows off the fact that Ollie had set up the phone to show all him beside him, four fingers pressing into himself as he stroked his cock, his head falling back with a loud gasp. He was lost in his own pleasure.

"Hm… That's it, baby sister… Let your big brother hear you."

Bas — 03/10/2024 5:34 PM

Hm. Now you got me curious. I will have to do some detective work about that.

I still think you should.

[5:36 PM]

With his phone already on the tripod from when he took a picture of himself, he leaned in to press the green button when the call came, the image of his brother fully on the screen, while his own was on the smaller square down to the right. It showed him wearing only a white shirt, hanging open from his shoulders, his already hard cock in full display, being held tight inside his fist.

"Bas…" He felt his cock jump at being called baby sister. At all of it. He made a show of pressing those fingers deep into him and arching his back.

Ollie — 03/10/2024 5:49 PM

There's a little smirk when that phone finally opened and he turned his head to look towards the phone and the the sight of Sebastian already hard, Ollie's perfect pout pressing together as he gave a soft groan at the sight of that cock and how hard Sebastian was.

"Fuck… It's almost too much…"

Bas — 03/10/2024 5:56 PM

Bas licked his lips as he kept his eyes fixed on the screen, letting go of his cock for just one second to suck on his fingers a bit before he was back to slowly jerking himself off. "Ollie… Fuck, you look so hot like that…" he breathed out, then bent his knees so that his feet laid flat on the bed, now showing not only his cock, but also his ass to him. He swiped a bead of slick off the slit of his cock and sucked on his fingers with a grin on his face. "No, it's not… I'm sure you put one more finger in." He swung his hard cock to the camera. "Make all of this fit."

Ollie — 03/10/2024 6:05 PM

Ollie was in his element being this sexual, being this openly slutty, hard, wanton and horny. His head tilted back against the bed and his eyes focused onto that phone as he bit at those prefect, pouty lips of him. "Hm, yeah? You like your little sister, Bas?" He teased, his eyes dancing over at him. His hips shifted into the air as those fingers inside him slid deep and he groaned. His cock jumping in his hand as he stroked it. "One more… Bas…" He groaned, giving a pout before there was that hungry look as that cock swung towards the camera. "God that's fucking huge…" Ollie shifted slightly, moving his other hand away from his cock and down between his legs. There's a little soft intake of breath as he slid all four fingers into himself before he finally slid a finger from his other hand into himself. "Big brother…Fucking hell…"

Bas — 03/10/2024 6:18 PM

Bas grinned. "How could I not? My little sister has the best fucking pussy in the world" he said, his hand now moving with more ease on his cock with the aid of his own slick now lubricating the motion of it. A soft gasp fell from his lips when he saw his brother's hand also stroking himself out, his hips now shifting and pushing down on empty, his own cock now throbbing inside his tight fist. "Fuck, yes…. Get them good and deep in you…." He groaned, also excited beyond belief at being called big brother. "Yes, huge. Just the way like it, don't you, baby?" he said with a wicked smirk on his face. "Watch my hand now. Follow my hand. Do it at the same pace I do."

[chimielie]

in my time

summary: Iwaizumi x Reader. a surprise visit to your boyfriend’s school doesn’t go as planned

word count: 1.5k

cw: slight injury (but not really), extremely mild angst with a heavy dose of fluff

a/n: i will never write a fic with good or normal formatting. this is my promise. (PDT is iwaizumi texting reader, JST is reader texting oikawa, who is GMT-3. i did so much math trying to figure out the timing if there is a mistake please tell me. or don’t)

7:01 AM, Pacific Daylight Time: morning!! and goodnight, you’d better fucking be asleep by now

[rewind]

6:04 PM, Japan Standard Time: tooru help i don’t know how to airplane

6:04 AM, Greenwich Mean Time - 3: well the good news is that you don’t have to fly it.

6:04 PM, JST: why are you always so unhelpful

6:05 PM, JST: what if they catch me for committing identity fraud and i get arrested and miss my flight

6:05 AM, GMT-3: that would only happen if you were committing fraud, which you’re not, because you’re boring

6:05 PM, JST: but what if i am and i don’t know it

6:05 PM, JST: what if i’m carrying firearms and i don’t know it!!!

6:06 AM, GMT-3: you should not be allowed to fly alone

6:06 AM, GMT-3: they should assign you a guardian and put a sign around your neck that says “big baby”

6:12 AM, GMT-3: sorry was that mean :( i was jokingg

6:13 AM, GMT-3: did you actually get arrested for identity theft?? does iwa-chan need to fly over and bail you out?

6:15 PM, JST: sorry i was in the line doing the thing

6:15 AM, GMT-3: why did it take so long

6:16 PM, JST: ...i forgot my own birthday

6:17 AM, GMT-3: LOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLL

6:17 PM, JST: shut up!!! shut up

6:17 PM, JST: why would you send haji to bail me out anyway? wouldn’t that ruin the whole point of a surprise visit

[skip]

7:03 AM, PDT: good.

[skip]

6:24 AM, JST: guess who survived the flight!!!!

6:32 PM, GMT-3: glad you made it :P give iwa-chan a kiss for me!!

6:32 PM, GMT-3: with a disgusting amount of tongue pls

[rewind]

11:45 PM, PDT: hey, is everything okay?

“Within the program, you must...”

Every word out of the lecturer’s mouth blows on the breeze right over Hajime’s head. Ordinarily, he can fight through the most boring lessons and come out with a semblance of studyable notes without succumbing to the desire to sleep, but today, his head is bent over his lap, his activity becoming less and less discreet every time he pulls out his phone from beneath his leg and checks it.

Still nothing.

He blows out a breath and looks ahead, tapping his pen against his lips. He can’t quantify the growing anxiety inside him, unsure where it came from or why it won’t go away. Surely he’s not so high-maintenance that a couple days without word from you is fully freaking him out?

He checks his phone again, the screen disappointingly blank. Apparently, he is so high-maintenance.

Honestly, he knew what he was getting into when he reassured you that your relationship would survive long-distance. He knows a couple missed calls isn’t the end of it all. He knows you’re probably just busy with your own studies.

But too busy for him?

He shakes off the thought as he exits the classroom, gaze still focused on his phone as he expertly navigates the hallways to the outside world. It’s probably not even a matter of priority. Maybe you’d dropped your phone in the sink and were having trouble replacing it, maybe the cell tower near you had taken a hit during a storm, maybe you had been kidnapped and that was why your location had been off and his messages not delivering since before bed yesterday...

Hajime’s eyebrows draw together and he clicks his phone off with more force than necessary, shoving it into his pocket with the resolve to stop thinking about it. Even you blocking him would be a more likely scenario than the last.

...Ouuuuugggghhh.

His phone buzzes and he jumps violently, yanking his phone out and flipping it around in his hands before checking the screen.

Volleyball practice - intramural reads the calendar notification. He tries valiantly to pretend that the chagrin washing him is nonexistent, and shuts the device in his locker, closing the door as gently as possible.

“Hey, you okay?” One of his teammates touches his shoulder, concern evident on his face. “You seem kinda off, like... you’re still the fucking best, don’t get me wrong, you’re just not really on today.”

“Yeah,” sighs Hajime, scrubbing his hands over his face. “I was actually thinking I’d stay behind, hit a few more balls. I’ll take care of cleanup and all of that, too.”

“Really? Sweet,” his teammate grins. “Hope it helps you work through your shit!”

Alone in the gym, Hajime can hit as hard as he wants, wherever he wants. He grunts as his palm slams the ball dead on, the sound punched out of him by the force of his hit. When he comes back to the ground, a jolt traveling up from the hard floor through his bones, he feels the ache of satisfaction spread through his body.

As many balls as he hits, though, as many frustrated noises he lets out, he doesn’t feel himself working through his frustration so much as feeding it. Stress tightens his muscles, constricts him around the throat- when he misses his mark, he growls and scrubs the back of his hand over his eyes, turning to grab another ball from the bin to deflate.

Behind him, he hears the familiar thud of the ball hitting something hard, and then- a squeak - a thump - oh, fuck, there’s someone lying facedown in the gym entrance, the stray ball bouncing around behind them.

The wall of panic that hits Hajime is all-consuming. He almost can’t see for his tunneling vision as he runs over, dropping the ball he was holding, stammering out an apology in Japanese.

English, he thinks frantically, I need English, what’s- how do you say-

“ARE YOU SORRY?” He bellows at the prone figure, his voice loud enough to raise the dead.

It’s somewhat effective.

You raise your head, making a whining noise in the back of your throat, and then plant your face back into the gym floor, cheek smushed against the hardwood.

“Oh,” Hajime calls your name from distantly above you, “Holy shit. Holy shit.”

This is - a lot to process. He decides to join you, lying down on his back next to you, contemplating the life decisions that led to his concussing you after you traveled who knew how many hours and miles to surprise him and then promptly yelling at you for it.

“Aren’t you supposed to check me for internal damage?” You croak after a moment. “What are they even teaching you in this school?”

“Shit, sorry,” he says, sitting up. “Oh, God, are you okay?”

“Yeah, Haji, I’m fine,” you grace him with a smile. “You don’t hit that hard.”

He gives you a look, then rolls you onto your back, hovering over you and checking almost every inch to make sure you’re truly unharmed. You consider swatting him away, but it’s been so long since you had his undivided attention you just sit back and giggle as he inspects you.

“Am I cured, Dr. Iwaizumi?” You ask when he sits back on his heels, a satisfied look on his face as he takes you in.

“You have pretty eyes,” he answers noncommittally, having just concluded his vision test. “The prettiest.”

“You’re so,” you start to complain, but he cuts you off, three fingers under your chin as he holds your face with one hand, kissing you like he’s dying of thirst in the desert, like he never wants to be parted from you. It says everything he struggles to share.

You share a stillness when you separate, tangled in each other and listening to the exclusive sound of your synchronized breaths. Where one ends, the other begins, the borders between you barely distinguishable.

“I’m sorry I almost killed you,” he says, the sound of his laughter-infused voice a warm balm over you.

“Were you trying to apologize afterward? Or do you just really hate your schoolmates?” You want to know, one hand moving slowly against his back, creating friction that stimulates his heart.

“I tried to say ‘are you okay’ and ‘I’m so sorry’ at the same time,” he tells you. “The result was...”

“Are you sorry?” You mimic, yelling right in his ear. He frowns at you and digs his fingers into your ribs, until you’re squirming and barely able to demand that he lets you go because all your air is wasted on laughter.

“No,” Hajime says petulantly, even as he ceases tickling you. “Stay.”

You tuck your head into the crook of his neck, press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw. The message reads loud and clear: Welcome home.

[ilynaevis]

you up? 

pairing : lee haechan x fem!reader genre : fluff, angst, unsuccessful bff2l warnings : angst, swears here and there word count : 0.6k (628)

a/n : haha hello... take this mwah don’t come to me crying (actually pls do.... my ask box is open and i’m dying for human interaction) also this isn’t proofread sorry 🤝

It’s cruel, Haechan thinks, how everything you do makes him fall even more in love. He hates this, hates that he has feelings for his best friend. 

He recalls when he first realized this. Yuna dropped you off at his dorm, drunk. All your friends know what alcohol does to you: it makes you clingy. 

“Hi.” you giggle drowsily, latching onto him as soon as his door opens.

Yuna shoots him an apologetic look, “She insisted. Said you were the only one who knows her skincare routine.” 

Haechan sighs and curses you under his breath. Thanking Yuna, he drags you into the bathroom after shutting the door, sitting you down on the toilet seat.

“You know you have low alcohol tolerance, idiot. Why would you drink so much?” he clicks his tongue, reaching for the makeup wipes. 

Your head lolls back as you groan, “I lost a bet to Mark, penalty was seven shots.” 

“Don’t move your head, oh my god.” he mutters. Haechan gets up to take the cleanser from behind the mirror, squeezing some into the palm of his hand. When he looks back up, your face is just inches away from him, a loopy smile plastered on it.

“You’re so sweet, memorizing my routine. Thanks, Hyuck.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, and he recoils a little due to the shock before relaxing into the sort-of-hug. 

“Well, who else is going to take care of you when you’re drunk, you big baby?” He hopes that the teasing masks how flustered he is right now. He also hopes you can’t hear how fast his heart is beating.

But Haechan knows one thing: if he confesses, he might be risking 13 years of friendship. Your voice echoes in his head now, “We can never, ever fall in love. Pinky promise?” That was when you guys were 5. He wonders if you still feel the same way.

One day, he sees you with a guy- namely Hwang Hyunjin from his math class. Jealousy bubbles up in him when you laugh because of something he said, and it takes everything in him to not stride over there. Instead, he turns back to Chenle, who’s talking about his shitty Tinder date.

“Guys, you won’t believe what just happened!” you chirp, sitting down at the table Haechan and a few of your friends have occupied.

Isa turns to look at you, “I’m not a very good guesser, so spill.” 

“Hyunjin just asked me out!” 

“What?” Haechan jumps up from his seat, causing everyone to look at him with widened eyes.

“You okay, man? That was a pretty big reaction.” Mark looks seriously taken aback by the sudden outburst.

“I’m... yeah. I’m late for class, I’ll see you guys later.” He gathers his stuff in record speed, not meeting your eyes the whole time.

That night, Haechan has trouble falling asleep. He’s debating whether to text you or not. If he doesn’t, there’s a chance he’ll miss his shot with you. If he does, his friendship with you might get damaged. In both of these scenarios, he’s losing you, in a way. hey, you up? um don’t go on that date (this message was deleted) nvm it’s nothing dw (delivered 03:00)

The next time you hug him, you’re hugging him tight. Not like the time you showed up drunk at his dorm. Haechan hears Hyunjin clear his throat from beside him. He watches you pull away from the hug with a smile, passport in hand. 

He watches you go up on your tippy toes to kiss Hyunjin.

He watches you as your shoulders rise and fall, looking back at Haechan. Not Hyunjin, but Haechan, one last time, before you disappear into the boarding gate.

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[laladellakang]

kim f-ing doyoung

masterlist | wattpad | requests / ask enhypen 

2022.01.26

italics dialogue = english | bold dialogue = japanese

bold + italics = dream

requested!

the boys all had a dream of the 'what if' au

another scenario of the au

more treasure moments

someone gets jealous of della being close with another idol

more dewon, nilla and sulla moments

connected to 'what if?’ | ! 4k words !

y'all this was such a hard chapter, it took me so long, i'm so sorry 

ALL MIN- OUR- MINE

'We should have fucking shared,' was the last thing I said in my dream (more like nightmare, actually) before I woke up with a heavy weight on my chest. It felt as if someone had pushed on it and I can barely breathe.

Fuck I need water.

I got up to grab my bottle and drank a few gulps as I sat back down on the bed.

God, I can't imagine how it'll be if I hadn't agreed to share. I'm so glad that we decided to take that risk.

What would I be doing now if she wasn't min- ours?

Would I just watch and stay single? Waiting for her? Constantly yearn for her? Pray that she'll leave him and be with us? Continuously be sad-

"Baby, why are you up?" I felt Della's lips attach themselves onto my shoulder with her soft hands trailing up and down my bare back. "Come back to bed."

"I had a nightmare, sorry love," I placed a hand on her thigh. "It kinda.. shook me up a bit."

"Aww, do you wanna talk about it?" she started massaging my tense shoulders. Her touch is like absolute magic, I swear.

"I'm just glad that you're ours, babe. I can't imagine how it would've been like if you weren't," I turned my head to give her a brief kiss. "You could've been with anyone but you chose us instead. We're really lucky," I don't really wanna tell her about the specifics.

"Are you kidding?! I'm the lucky one! I swear I'm the luckiest person in the world to be able to uhh.. bag you guys," she furrowed your eyebrows. "Some nightmare you have there, darling. Do you wanna cuddle?" her aegyo voice, I swear to God.

"I just wanna cuddle," I pouted. Both of us laid back on the bed with my head on her chest while she plays with my hair.

This is so nice. I love the feeling of her skin against mine.

"You're my big baby, aren't you?" but I hate how much I love being treated like this by my girlfriend.

"I'm your baby," I let out a small smile.

We stayed in that position for a while before Della noticed something.

"Umm.. babe? You good?" she giggled as we made eye contact.

"Sorry, baby. You can't blame me! We're both-" she cut me off with a kiss.

This woman.

This woman is all mine.

Well- ours but at least she's also mine.

PETTY ASS

"Kim Sunoo," I advert my attention from my phone to look at her before noticing that we were the only two in the green room.

Crap I think she finally noticed.

I've been trying to avoid her all day. The nightmare I had last night shook me up bad. Heck- I even woke up crying.

"Don't you wanna go with Sunoo? He's your groupmate," she was talking to Kim Doyoung. The '03 born from Treasure.

In this dream, the '03 liners of K-Pop were invited to this grand ball of some sort, and we were supposed to have a date.

I really wanted to ask Della but I guess Doyoung beat me to it?

"Sunoo? Nah, I only like him as a brother. He's not my type anyway- he drives me nuts," my heart broke when I heard her say that.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing! He just thinks I like-like him when really-" she scoffed. "I'll never date him. Who in their right mind will date their brother?" that's when my chest started to feel heavy. It became hard for me to breathe.

"Then you'll go with me?"

"Definitely," and they flew away together to head to the venue.

Oh yeah, we all had wings in the dream too.

"Kim Sunoo, are you listening?" I'm suddenly reminded of the real Della. The one who's actually my girlfriend, not his.

"No, I'm sorry. Can you repeat? I zoned out," I know it's not her fault. It's just a dream. A terrible dream. Nightmare Della does not equal to real life Della.

But I am quite a petty person.

"What happened? Did I do something? You've been ignoring me all day," she sighed, sitting next to me.

"No I'm not," stupid answer, Sunoo.

"Yeah and apart from ignoring me, you've also been very snappy. Especially to me," she kept a serious tone but her nervous habit of playing with her necklace gave it away. She's worried.

Ugh, what am I? Going through puberty? You're turning twenty in a couple of months, Kim Sunoo.

"Kim Doyoung should speak to you sweetly," WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THAT?!

"Kim Doyoung...? Of Treasure? NCT? What?" she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

Okay dude, that's enough.

"I'm sorry, Lala," I sighed, locking my phone and putting it down. "I had a nightmare with you and Doyoung- the one from Treasure."

"Aww, baby- I'm so sor-"

"No! No sorry!" I instantly hugged her tight. "I'm so sorry for being so petty," I said in aegyo.

Damn, I miss her a lot. Barely interacting with her for the whole day didn't feel that bad earlier, but I'm now just aware of how much I long for her.

"I forgive you, Ddeonu. Nightmare me must have been so horrible," she reciprocated the aegyo while lightly drawing circles on my back.

"She was! But I just wanna cuddle with real-life-Lala now," I couldn't help but grin. She really is a bear! A cute, cuddly teddy bear!

"We can cuddle at home, darling. The others are waiting in the car," oh shit yeah- that's where the others went.

"Okay, let's go- ah!" I groaned at the ache in my legs. Why did I even bother to work out before practice? Just because some of the members do it doesn't mean you have to too.

"Sunoo-ya," Della chuckled lowly, which I absolutely despise. It's so attractive.

She bent forward slightly in front of me and pulled me on top of her back for a piggyback ride.

"Della-ya!"

"Good thing I skipped leg day today," this woman- I swear to God.

SHOW OFF

I walked through the door with stiff shoulders, still a bit shaken up from the dream I had in the car.

I don't think I've ever had a nightmare outside of the bedroom before, but I guess I was so tired from my schedule today that I just.. caught it.

The first thing I'm going to do now that I'm home is cuddle Della and buy a penguin plushie online.

And write a short letter or something.

I stopped in front of Della's door when I heard another man's voice, a couple of them.

"Della-ya, Della-ya! Have you watched the first episode?" it sounded like it was a call.

"Of course! It's been days and I watched as soon as I got the notification- I'm offended Ruto-ya," ahh it's Treasure...

WAIT TREASURE?!

No- Park Sunghoon, it's probably those five members that she's closest with.

"Sorry! I forgot that you're actually a Teume."

"Della-ya! You're gonna dye your hair right?! Let's dye it the same colour again!" wait a minute... Kim Doyoung?!

I immediately knocked on her door and entered as soon as she said a 'come in.'

"Hi oppa!" she held her hand out to me. She was sat at her desk with her laptop in front of her.

"Hi darling," I walked over to wrap my arms around her neck. I looked at the screen and saw four members in a.. studio-like room?

I recognised all of them. Haruto and Asahi, some of her closest friends. Mashiho, Alice's bias.

And him, Kim Doyoung.

'Cuddle this bunny. It's not the original but in essence, you'll be cuddling me.'

Oh my God, that dream was so vivid.

"Hi hyung!" he greeted first. Ugh that dream might ruin how I fucking view him. He's such a nice guy in real life.

Well he was also a nice guy in the dream. He just wasn't the type of nice that I liked.

"Hi everyone," I waved after everyone greeted.

"How was your schedule?" Della looked up at me with those adorable sparkly eyes of hers.

"Nothing new. Wonyoung told me to tell you that she wants to hang out with you and Yujin," I gave out a soft smile before picking her up and sitting on her chair, placing her on top of my lap.

Let me show off a bit. I never get to actually show Della off as my girlfriend.

"Eyy ey eyy," Haruto teased. I grinned sheepishly while placing a kiss on her shoulder.

"How nice it is to date someone in the same group as you," Mashiho sighed dramatically.

"She's dating all of them" "How nice it is to have a lover in general," Asahi and Doyoung said at the same time, causing Della to let out a light laugh.

"Anyway- I think I might make something to eat, I'm kinda hungry. Thanks so much for today guys!" Della stretched before waving at the four. "By the way- Doyoung, we can match but I'm definitely dying it blonde."

Damn right. Jake, Della and I made a pact to bleach our hair, and Della and I agreed to go icy. She still doesn't believe that we'll actually do it.

"Alright, I'll see later. Hyunsuk-hyung is already blond."

"Bye, eat loads. Thanks for today, Della," Asahi said first with a wave.

"Bye! Bye Della, bye hyung!" "Bye Della, thank you! Bye Sunghoon-hyung" "Bye! Eat loads Della-ya, bye Sunghoon," Della turned off the call after the other three said their goodbyes.

"Why are you jealous? Hm?" she immediately circled her arms around my neck.

I love when I don't have to tell her anything because she just knows. It could get a bit embarrassing if I actually admit it.

"There was Kim Doyoung," I hid my face in her neck to conceal the dumb pout I couldn't control.

"Why? What's wrong with-" she cut herself off and stayed silent for a few seconds. "You had a dream," goddammit her sixth sense is truly scary.

"Mm," I whined as I hugged her tighter.

Stupid. Why did you whine?

"Aww, my poor prince," AHH I LOVE IT WHEN SHE PLAYS WITH MY HAIR.

Lovesick bitch.

"Your muscles are still so tense, babe. Didn't you make it clear enough that I'm yours?" her fingers were lightly tickling any exposed skin I had.

"Keep doing that," I mumbled in aegyo. Ew. "Maybe it'll help me relax."

"I can draw you a hot bath if you wa- ah!" I picked her up before she could finish her sentence. "Let's go!"

LIKE THE DRAMAS

"Did anyone order anything?!" I called out when I heard the doorbell.

"Can you check?! Maybe it's someone's package!" Sunoo replied from our room.

I got up and head towards the monitor to check who it is first.

What the- it's the guy I dreamt of a couple of days ago. The guy from Treasure.

Kim... Ah I can't remember his name and I'm about to open the door.

"Sorry Wonie! I was putting on a bra- ow! Shit- that's karma, isn't it?" Della hit her shoulder on her door frame immediately upon leaving her room. "I'll get the door."

I hid behind the wall to peek at the two.

"Hi!" he entered before closing the door behind him. They gave each other a quick hug, something Della always does with her friends and never usually bothers me.

But it does now, as the memory of the dream came rushing back to me.

Now I remember. It wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.

They were lying on her bed with him staring at her with so much love. He looks like how we look at her, but for some reason, it seems more romantic.

When I called out for her, all she did was ignore me. I kept saying her name over and over yet it was as if I wasn't there.

"Della! Doyoung!" someone called from behind me, and that was when she adverted her attention. She gave out a large smile before walking over to the voice while holding Doyoung's hand.

I looked back and saw one of Treasure's leaders, Hyunsuk, circling his arms around the couple's shoulders.

"Thank you! Sorry for the hassle!" I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the door opening.

"Nah, it's nothing. Say 'hi' to the members for me," he left with a small wave.

"Jungwonie, I know you're still there," she's... so scary.. "You're not being sneaky, you know. We can see you, darling," oh okay then.

"Why did he come here?" I walked over to her slowly.

"Yoshi-oppa made this for our anniversary," oh my god, how did I not notice the painting.

"Wahh, it's so cool," it really was cool. I'm just still worked up about the nightmare.

"Wonie-" she put down the canvas and opened her arms.

My shoulders relaxed before I entered her arms excitedly.

"I had a nightmare that you were dating Doyoung-hyung," I pressed my cheek against her shoulder, making my voice sound slightly different. "-and then you didn't hear me when I called out for you but you heard when Hyunsuk-hyung did," I closed my eyes in delight as she played with my hair.

"Aww, my darling," I smiled at the kiss she placed on my head. "I'm so sorry. I thought that Junghwanie was the one dropping the painting off but I guess he was busy so Doyoung did instead."

"It's okay, Lala. It was just a bad coincidence," I pulled away to look at her.

Woah, I kinda wanna try out something.

"Lala, can I do kabedon? And pretend like I'm the jealous male lead in dramas?" she let out a light laugh.

"Sure, Wonie," she straightened up her posture.

"Ya, Kang Della," ahh her smile is so sweet that I can't keep a straight face.

Focus, Yang Jungwon. Focus.

"You're mine, do you understand? I don't like it when you talk to other boys," I quickly did the kabedon, staring into her eyes.

"Alright, Yang Jungwon," she smiled widely as I leaned in for a kiss.

"Ah that surprised me!" what is up with me today.. How did I also not hear Jake opening the door?

I'M NOT BABY!

"Riki-kun, you're being awfully cute," Della giggled when I pulled her to my lap. She's so cuddly!

"I'm not cutee," I whined, unintentionally confirming what she just said. Shit.

"Cutee," she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed our cheeks together. "Our youngest memberr."

"I'm not cute! I'm manly!" stop pouting then idiot!

Why can't I control it?

I guess all my clinginess today has effected the way I'm acting too.

I had a bad dream last night that was absolutely painful.

She was dancing with another boy group member, and it was a couple dance. He had to hold her, it was a romantic choreography.

Which, by the way, we've never done together.

So it's only natural that I cling onto her all day and asked to do a couple dance (after our schedules, of course).

Good thing the hyungs understood so they let me have her all to myself.

"You can be both cute and manly, darling," she kissed my cheek. "Do you wanna keep dancing?"

"No I just wanna cuddle now," I leaned to the side so we would lay down on the green room couch.

"Okay, my love," she giggled. "Are you extra tired today? Is that why you've been so clingy?"

"I had a bad dream," WHY AM I POUTING AGAIN?

"Aww, Riki-kun. Can I ask what it's about?" she played with my ears. This feels like such a soft moment, I lo- no.

Let it go, Riki. She's like this with the others too. She doesn't see you as a kid. Just let it go. Channel your inner Elsa.

"You were couple dancing with someone else- someone who is not the hyungs," I hid my face into her neck. How does she still smell goo- she put on perfume and deodorant earlier, Riki. You saw her.

"Kim Doyoung of Treasure?" what?

"Uhh.. Is his emoji a rabbit? And does he have red hair?" I suddenly recalled. I don't know how I thought of the rabbit but for some reason, there was something that told me that he was a rabbit.

"Yeah and not anymore. He did for a long time though," oh well then it's definitely him. "It is him, isn't it?"

"How did you know?" I mumbled, leaving soft kisses on her neck while hugging her tighter.

Because she has sixth sense? Why el-

"The members have been dreaming about him too," oh that's why. "I'm so sorry I did that in your dream, darling."

"It was the worst dream I've had in a long time!" I whined before shifting our position so I would lie on top of her with my head on her chest. "I just wanted to cuddle this whole day."

"So that's why you wanted to couple dance, immediately," she played with my hair and kissed the top of my head. The action makes me feel so loved, I absolutely love it. "You must be so tired now though, no? After schedules and everything."

"Mhmm," I nodded slightly. "You must be tired too. I'm so sorry for being so selfish," in retrospect, I'm should've been aware of how Della must be equally as exhausted. We had the same schedule, how did I not realise?

"I'm okay, Riki-kun. Let's just go back home, yeah? The others must be worried," she pat my back. "Come on- let's go, baby."

"I'm not baby!"

"It's just a nickname!"

A BIT DISTRACTED

"Isn't that a different formula though? I thought we used this one to find that?" Della furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Wait what? Give me a second.." I brought her book closer to examine the question.

Oh yeah, she's right.

"Whoops. Yeah, you're right. Sorry 'bout that," I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Jaeyun, what's up? You seem so distracted," she set her books aside to fully focus on me.

"Ahh, I'm sorry. I think my brain's just a bit fried," I tried to avoid her eye contact.

It was just a dream. It shouldn't bother me the way it does. Della's with us and not him. She's my girl and not his.

"Doyoungie," she giggled, intertwining her fingers with his. She was sat on his lap while he planted kisses all over her face.

Music was playing in the background- Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. Our song.

"I love you, my baby," they were conversing in English- which I'm not sure he's fluent in but he was in the dream.

"I love you so much more, Sammy," I had no idea why she called him Sammy too. I thought his name was Kim Doyoung.

"Stay with me forever?" she blushed when he said that, pulling his face in for a kiss while mumbling an 'of course.'

They were doing the things that we always do. Things that belong to us. It hurts so fucking much.

A soft feeling on my lips snapped me out of my little daydream. She kissed me.

I placed a hand behind her head to bring her closer so we could properly kiss.

She's ours, Jakey. She's all yours.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" she pulled away and placed her forehead against mine.

"I want cuddles," did I just fucking pout and talk in aegyo? What the fuck?

She giggled before getting up and sitting on my lap, gently pushing my head into her chest.

Ahh I love it when she babies me.

Wait what? No you don't.

"Poor Jakey," she said in a baby voice. She's absolutely adorable but I know that it's just a trap. She wants me to let out my inner aegyo, I know it. "You had a nightmare, didn't you?"

"Mhm," I nodded with a pout. Fuck it, as long as no one else sees me like this.

"I'm so sorry, my love. I'm right here though. I'm all yours," she played with my hair. It feels extra nice because of how long it is at the moment. "I'm only yours, the boys', and no one else- besides God and myself.. but no one else's after that!"

I couldn't help but laugh. She really is so cute.

"You're ours!" I tightened my grip around her. "I love you, my baby," gotta counteract that shit of a dream, amirite?

"I love you so much more, Jakey," yeah, that's right, fuck Sammy.

I'm so sorry Kim Doyoung. You're a really nice guy in real life but I really hate nightmare you.

"Stay with me forever?" I looked up from her chest to make eye contact, knowing that it'll most likely make her blush.

There's my girl.

"Always, Jakey."

"Yeah, keep calling me that," I mumbled as I pulled her face in for a kiss.

"I thought you liked being called-"

"Jake-hyung! I need your help!"

DEJA VU...?

"Where's Lala?" I asked Jay and Niki, who were both in the living room.

"I think she's meeting up with some of her friends," Niki answered with his eyes still fixed on the screen.

"Oh okay," I made my way over to the kitchen.

"You're not gonna ask who she's with?!" Jongseong called out.

Why...?

"Itzy?!" I opened the fridge to grab a drink.

"Boy!" a boy?

"Tubatu?!"

"It's Treasure, hyung!" Niki answered for me.

I stopped sipping my drink when I heard that name.

Deja vu.

I know Della's friends with them but why does it sound.. oddly familiar..

-and not the good type, too.

I walked back to the living room and looked at the two with furrowed eyebrows.

"Sound familiar?" Jay smirked when he saw my face.

"Yeah, they're her friends. They've been friends for a while now," but still, there's something peculiar about that group. "It's just... I don't know, something's weird.."

"Kim Doyoung," Niki suddenly blurted out. That's when it hit me.

'They all have their own rooms and I'll probably hang out in Doyoung's. We're just friends, oppa.'

"Is he the..." I needed to make sure. Is she really hanging out with the same guy I dreamt her with last night?

"03 line, from Seoul, red hair last comeback, his name starts with a D, dancer, flirty, oldest in the maknae line-" Jongseong kept listing. What the?

"Just like Della," Niki added. Why are these two fuckers smiling so much?

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I said with a small chuckle. "-and why are you grinning?"

"You'll see," right as Jay said that, the sound of the door unlocking could be heard.

「ただいま!」Della's absolutely adorable, loveable, addicting, soft- [tadaima = i'm home]

「おかえり!」the two boys replied at the same time. [okaeri = welcome home]

"Lala!" I put my drink down on the table and rushed to greet her at the door.

"Hi oppa- oh!" she giggled when I picked her up.

"Have fun!" was the last thing we heard before I shut my bedroom door.

"Darlingg," I whined, nuzzling my head into her chest. "I missed youu," SHE'S SO CUDDLY AHH.

"I missed you too, my love," she ran her fingers through my hair. "Can I take my socks off first?" I shook my head as an answer. "Aww, baby- did something happen when I was gone?" FUCKK SHE'S USING HER AEGYO VOICE.

Lee Heeseung. Stop. You sound so whipped it's ridiculous.

"No, I just missed you," I reciprocated her aegyo voice with a pout. Fuck it, I am lovesick. So what? She's my girlfriend.

"Did you have a nightmare?" she brushed my hair out of my face to see me better.

She really does know people so well it's scary sometimes. I swear she has a sixth sense.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were going to Treasure's dorm?" I held her tighter and hid my face into her chest.

"I'm sorry, oppa. You weren't home earlier so I didn't. I only told Riki and Jay-oppa," she placed a kiss on my head, making my heart flutter.

"Noo, I'm sorry.. I just had a bad dream that included you and Treasure so I felt a bit uneasy. But I trust both you and them, I swear," I smiled when I felt her nonstop head kisses. They feel so cute.

"I know, oppa. Doyoung wasn't-" I abruptly lifted my head to look at her with wide eyes.

I don't think I mentioned his name earlier..?

"Funny story-" she laughed lightly while stroking my cheek. "All the boys have been having Doyoung related dreams lately. Scary, isn't it?"

What the fu- ahh that's why those two kept pestering me.

"Soulmate things," I grinned, rubbing my nose against hers.

Her fucking giggles. I hate them so much. Why are they so adorable and addicting?

"I think something happened with me and Doyoung in another dime-" fuck no.

"Nope! Don't wanna hear it! You're ours in every dimension, in every lifetime and every universe," she giggled into the hard kiss I initiated afterwards.

"I wasn't with him anyway. I was in a different dorm," wait a damn minute.

"Wait wait wait, who were you with?"

"Hyunsuk-oppa, Jihoon-oppa, Jaehyuk-oppa, and Jeongwoo. Why?" those two motherfuckers.

"Give me a second, darling," I gave her a quick kiss before getting off of her to leave the room. "NISHIMURA RIKI! PARK JONGSEONG!"

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#5

His Leading Lady - Dark!Chris Evans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You get the chance to star in a film with Chris Evans, your ultimate celebrity crush. You promise to yourself to keep it strictly professional. But does your co-star have the same promise?

Word Count: 2400~

Warnings: Dark Fic, Non-Con/DubCon, Kidnapping, Hints of Stockholm Syndrome, Daddy Kink, slight age gap (Reader is mid-20s)

You were beyond ecstatic. You were starting shooting on a new rom-com…WITH CHRIS EVANS! You had no idea when you went to the audition what it was for. All you knew was they needed a young mid 20s woman and you’d show up on a moment’s decision. You’d had a brief stint on a kid’s PBS show when you were younger and acted in a short film in college, but nothing real. Yet somehow, by some miracle, you landed the part. You found out when the director called you up. He’d invited you to his office, where you’d come face to face Chris Evans,

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how bout that trailer?

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Found Pussy

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee Bodecker finally gets to meet the new school teacher...in the most interesting of scenarios.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Dark Fic, Non-Con/DubCon, Talk of forced marriage, dirty talk, degradation, slight age gap (Reader is mid-20s)

              Lee did the best he could to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Being the Sherriff really had some downsides, like covering for the beat cops who were supposed to do night patrol. But jerry just had a baby and Tyler was out with flu. His radio flashed 3:07. Only another hour left til he could go home and sleep like the dead. He drained his thermos of the last of his coffee and sighed. Maybe he could go find somewhere to shut his eyes just for an hour. He turned his patrol car. into one of the quieter neighborhoods and had to really make sure he was awake as he saw a woman walking down the sidewalk.

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Good Vibrations

summary | It was supposed to be an awesome day, testing out your new wireless vibrator. But what happens when two hackers take control?

pairings | Stucky x Reader

word count | 2800~ words

warnings | Non-Con, blackmail/manipulation, bondage, dirty talk, Happy Ending though!!!

a/n: Bold italicized indicates text message

DARK!FIC, SMUT, 18+

 You were so excited! You were trying out your brand-new Bluetooth vibrator for the first time. Secret public play had always been a fantasy of yours. But now you were doing something risky, wearing it to work. You’d tested it before leaving the house, and the “Discreet” guarantee proved itself true. So, you headed off to your job working as an administrator at a law firm.  Once you’d arrived and settled with your breakfast, you decided to start your fun.

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No thoughts just this one Night Creature from Castlevania season 4

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New faces (09)

Heyooo guyss another chapter! It's a bit shorter than the last but idk I feel kind of down these days so I hope this will make someone's day better <3 have a great time reading !

Suggestions for fluff scenarios that you would want me to include into this fic are still open (this is a zoro x reader btw)

Previous chapters :

New faces (01)

New faces (02)

New faces (03)

New faces (04)

New faces (05)

New faces (06)

New faces (07)

New faces (08)

Description : first few days of dating Zoro

TW : mention of getting hurt (clumsy y/n), little bit teasing and a kiss

1210 words

So technically you were ready for some serious teasing from your crew members, but surprisingly there wasn’t that many, mostly because when Zoro was around he would just give a death stare to anyone if they commented on something. So your guess (which was right honestly) was that he intimidated them all but one person, Luffy, the captain. Luffy would tease the both of you here and there but it wasn’t anything bad really, you actually liked seeing him so happy like that and Zoro would just grumble something under his breath and voilà that was all, the teasing would end after that with Luffy going away while laughing. But at night time when you were in your room, Nami and Robin (sometimes accompanied by Chopper) would come into your room just to “chat” but they just ended up wanting to know how your love life was going basically which you didn’t mind sharing with them. Sanji would complain to you telling you that he could treat you better or just asking you why did you pick the marimo. You never complained about any of this to Zoro even tho he had told you multiple times that if anyone bothers you too much you just need to tell him and he’ll take care of it (fsjkf so protective), but you never said anything because in the end you’re all a big family and loved each other unconditionally.

Now to explain how you’re relationship with Zoro is going.. well it wasn’t what you expected at first. He’s actually very shy about demonstrating his feelings in front of other, which is why he doesn’t really hug or kiss you in front of the other (all of this you fully understand and respect). In the first days of dating you were very confused actually, he wouldn’t even talk to you much unless you were both alone and you didn’t like that, being the overthinker you are you would always wonder why he wouldn’t take to you... So one morning while he was napping in the crows nest, you approached him “Zoro-yah” you said as you poked his side to see if he would wake up. He just opened his eyes a bit, smiled at you and pulled you onto his lap. You were still very shy so you didn’t know exactly what to do and just sat there awkwardly “I can feel you being tense, is this making you uncomfortable?” he politely asked, you shook your head saying no “Okay then relax come on” he said as he put his arms around you and hugged you while you were in his lap. “Listen.. I need to ask you something” you said cautiously, he just opened his eye a bit and looked at you “Can I ask, why don’t you talk to me in front of the others? Or hug me or even kiss me? Are you embarrassed of me?” you quickly said the last part while just looking up at the sky. “I am most certainly not embarrassed by you” he quickly answer “look.. I’m just not used to all of this, honestly I would love to hug you whenever I see it’s just that I get so nervous because of the others.. I promise I’ll try my best.” You just turned over and hugged him super tight, this was the first time you had initiated a hug so he was a bit surprised but hugged you back. “Thank you for being so understanding, I’ll try my best to overcome my shyness as well” you told him with a little smile “Don’t worry baby, I don’t mind your shyness, it’s cute” he said as he squeezed your cheek. And believe it or not he really improved on that. He would casually hug you sometimes or hold your hand in front of the other crew members, they were also surprised at first but knew best to just not say anything, no kissing was done in front of them tho and you understood and respected his decision (you were also kind of shy honestly to do that in front of the other).

One random day, you, Luffy, Usopp and Chopper had the brilliant idea to race from one end of the Sunny to the other, the race had one rule : no using of our powers. Brook was going to be the referee. You started of the race pretty well actually being the first one, but then, as clumsy as you are, you didn’t see that Franky had wiped the stairs going down that you had to go down on, so one step and whoups you landed straight down the stairs knees hitting the ground and thankfully catching yourself by your hands. Zoro was the first one to be straight next to you gently lifting you of the ground before you even had the time to realise what had just happen, others just looked at you being scared if you were hurt “Y/N come to the infirmary I’ll clean your wounds!” Chopper said, what wounds is he talking about you thought but then felt a stinging sensation on your knees, they weren’t that badly scraped but still it didn’t look good. “I guess y/n lost then! I win!!” Luffy said as he quickly used his powers to jump from the stairs to the front of the Sunny “Heyyy that’s not right we weren’t supposed to use our powers!!” you yelled while still being in Zoro’s arms as he carried you to the infirmary. In the infirmary Chopper cleaned your wounds while reassuring you nothing bad had happened, Zoro just stood in the corner waiting for him to finish his job. You could feel his piercing gaze but you didn’t dare to look at him, you knew he wasn’t happy.. As soon as Chopper left, Zoro came in front of you and got down to examine your wounds more carefully “Don’t worry too much Zoro.. Chopper said it wasn’t anything serious!” you said trying to calm the tension down. He just looked up at you and sighed “Why aren’t you careful? Don’t you know how dangerous that could have been??” Zoro said while you just hung you head down low “sorry” you said. He lifted your head up with his finger as he got up a bit and kissed your forehead “No, don’t be sorry, I’m sorry for being overprotective of you… you just remind me of such a delicate peace that should be handled with care but then I see you falling and tripping all the time and it makes me worry. But I know you don’t do anything on purpose..  I think I just love you so much and care too much about you.” He said casually but as soon as he saw your big round eyes after what he said he took a step back and covered his mouth. You guys had never said the Lword before, this was the first time he had said that. “I love you too” you just told him with a big smile and blush on your cheeks. He just laughed it off and leaned in to kiss you, sure you didn’t plan on saying it right now but honestly you knew you loved him since the beginning.

[jeonqqin]

man up. [m] | pt. 5

h. jisung x reader | netflix rom-com au

— ❝Even with classes, annoying brothers, and an unrequited crush, you still figured your first year of college was going pretty well. Until you managed to get your first boyfriend, and suddenly your brother and his stupidly attractive best friend were attached to your hip for the whole damn ride.

or alternatively;

Why did Jisung care about you so much, and had his eyes always been that pretty?❞

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

CONTAINS: brothers best friend au, teen rom-com au, sorta crack fic, love triangle au, college au

WARNING: future smut, language, very brief mention of past child abuse (they were pushed and got hurt), panic attack

a/n: I have no idea how this chapter got this real? THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A STUPID SILLY FIC

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—UNEDITED

“Just fucking leave me alone Jisung.”

“Hyunae, hold on—”

Jisung sighed, his palm rubbing harshly into his eye to soothe the sting of oncoming tears. 

He was both devastated and relieved after his night with Hyunae. Granted, he hadn’t gotten any sleep whatsoever last night, but it was done, he really did it. Minho said he didn’t have the balls, but he fucking did, so fuck Minho. 

“No! Just… get out.”

But there was the other side of his mind that was screaming at him for ruining a relationship that he put so much time into. It kept asking him why. Why did he do it? What pushed him to end it? 

The true answer stared him in the face, but just as he had done for his whole like, he denied it. 

“I knew this was going to happen anyway. I was just waiting for you to open your fucking eyes, Jisung.”

It had nothing to do with you. Why would it? 

There was no romantic feeling between you and him, none at all. So there would be no reason for him to break up with his girlfriend on your accord. But he couldn’t ignore the way you ran out of the diner, and how terrified he had been all night with the absence of you. You hadn’t called him or Felix to let them know that you were fine, so of course he was worried, pacing back and forth around his girlfriend’s dorm until she snapped at him. It was possibly the worst timing for them to get into a fight, but it was also an opportunity for Jisung to just say it. 

He wanted to break up. 

He wouldn’t be quieted or controlled anymore. 

He was no longer going to listen to her bicker with his friends over the smallest things. 

Jisung had officially grown a backbone. 

And that had nothing to do with the comment Hyunae made after you left. A comment that she had no place to make. She was the one in the wrong that night, but he was the one being scolded and cursed at. It was always him that was at fault in the end, no matter what happened or how it happened. It was always stupid Han Jisung. 

Stupid stupid Han Jisung.

To say that his dormmate was surprised to see him after months of never sleeping in his assigned bed would’ve been an understatement. But thankfully Haechan didn’t ask any questions about why Jisung’s eyes were puffy or what he was doing showing up so late at night. Jisung respected that about the normally eccentric boy. 

That night he hadn’t been plagued with nightmares of his now ex-girlfriend, but a memory of his childhood, leaving his chest feeling heavy the next morning. He remembered how scorching hot the summer sun was on the back of his neck as he sat idle on the steps of his best friend’s house. He could hear the screaming and yelling of Minho’s cracking voice, another—deeper—baritone booming over it. Jisung has always wondered how Minho could be so brazen, staring into the eyes of every new man that walked into his house. 

Minho never really talked about it, but Jisung had picked up enough over the years to know that your dad was no longer in the picture, and that caused some conflicts between Minho and the men that he thought was trying to fill that position. Jisung never met your father, as he was barely six years old and hadn’t yet met Minho, but he grew to learn how much Minho idolized the absent man. 

Jisung remembered the loud thud before the crash of something breaking. He also remembered the way his neck heated and legs trembled. But he would do as promised and wait for his friend to walk out the door so they could hop on their bikes and just get away. Minho always asked Jisung to wait for him while he planned a confrontation. 

It was taking longer than usual.

Jisung met Lee Minho when he was eight years old, during an attempt to catch frogs in a small pond in the neighborhood. His family had just moved into the area and Jisung was too shy to really approach any of the children in the houses around him so he opted to play on his own. His brother was too old to play with him, and he honestly didn’t mind. 

He got used to it and learned to entertain himself. 

Minho approached all high and mighty, asking why Jisung was trying to catch the frogs in his special frog hunting spot, but was cut short by the smaller boy apologizing profusely and stumbling over his feet to stand. Only to find himself landing on his ass and soaking his green cargo shorts in mud. Minho had barked a laugh, his mouth opening to say something, but slamming closed as a frog jumped up and collided with Jisung’s cheek, nearly scaring the life out of the already petrified boy. Minho had then jumped into the pond with giggles falling out of his lips as Jisung laughed alongside him despite the tears falling down his face. 

The night ended with your mother peeling leeches from both of the crying boys, and you making them a poorly executed cup of hot (lukewarm at best) chocolate to get rid of the sting. 

Why you thought that was going to help—Jisung didn’t know. 

Though, Minho still drank it in one breath and thanked you for making the pain go away with uneven sniffs. That was the first moment Jisung witnessed Minho suppress his feelings on your accord, and it certainly hadn’t been the last. Jisung didn’t blame his new friend at the time though, since he found himself eager to gulp down the drink to witness the same toothy smile you sent to your brother—but only directed at him. 

It was worth the small stomach ache. 

“Don’t touch him! Don’t you fucking dare touch my son.” 

The voice or your mother rang clear as a bell in Jisung’s head, the usual calming tone was missing and urgency was all he could hear at that moment. The air only read “get away” as he continued to listen carefully to what was happening behind the closed door. He had listened to many fights, but even after knowing Minho for three whole years none of them had escalated beyond shouting. 

Jisung’s instincts tried to kick him into gear, but he still sat there, his loyalty outweighing his better judgement.

The argument shifted between your mother and the man, Minho’s voice suddenly eerily absent. Jisung felt his heart pulse for his friend, his mind wandering to only the worst scenarios and his eyes welling up with irritating tears. But his gaze stayed unwavering, locked on the swaying tire swing he and Minho had put up themselves earlier that summer. 

The door swung open, letting the voices be heard clear from the kitchen. Jisung’s head swung around carefully to watch as Minho rushed outside, his face bright red, almost unnaturally so. He left the door open, not even bothering to close it behind him. 

“—he tripped. I didn’t know he was going to fall, honey. I’m sorry—”

“If you ever lay another hand on my child, you will never see the light of day again.” Your mother’s voice threatened, plaguing Jisung’s young mind. 

“I would never purposefully hurt Minho—”

Jisung had shut the door, turning on his heel to follow his friend. 

Minho had been fuming. His cheeks red—though one more red than the other, but Jisung wouldn’t once ask about it—and drenched with fresh tears, his hand furiously whipping it all away. 

Jisung watched as Minho punched and kicked at the trees and flower beds in the backyard, making a mess of the once tidy space. But he just let his friend go, not saying one word to the boy. Jisung knew that he would be acting like a baby in Minho’s situation and was baffled by his friend’s strength. Minho was Jisung’s hero back then, and he sometimes missed that feeling when he took the time to reminisce. 

It was only when Minho was somewhat calmed down, that you walked out to check on your brother. Your eyes were rimmed with red and your hands fisted the fabric of your shirt. 

Every fight, you were always there to catch it all; a bystander like Jisung. 

And despite his state—a steadily swelling cheek and a darkening welt on his forehead—Minho still pulled you into his arms to comfort your hiccuping form. He denied every worry and question that fell from your wobbly lips, and Jisung had a sense of dejavu each time. 

It had been a rinse and repeat process for years; Minho would cause trouble and get into fights, and he would console you each and every time you showed any worry. 

Neither you or Minho spoke about it, but Jisung knew that it was only Minho’s way of trying to protect you. With your dad gone, Minho moved to fill that gap, just trying too hard without a complete understanding of the line he shouldn’t cross. 

Jisung had no idea why he had that dream, but the heavy weight in his chest began to push him in wanting to see Minho.

You couldn’t tell if you were having a good morning or not. 

The date with Chan had gone incredibly well, that was for sure. He was sweet, such a gentleman, and the time you spent with him wasn’t at all boring by any means. He was absolutely perfect. 

So why were you panicking?

Of course, there was the initial fear when you woke up in the morning to see that your little make out in his car wasn’t so little after all, and that your neck looked as if someone had tried to maul you. And the more makeup you piled over it barely made a difference, so the fact that you told Chan that you would go over to the apartment in the morning so he could show you the track he had put so much effort into, wasn’t exactly as exciting as it had been last night. 

At the apartment you could run into Minho—or Jisung. 

God, you completely forgot about Jisung. 

You hadn’t seen him in a few days for classes, the small break in your school schedule being a true blessing, and you suddenly felt guilt crawl up into your chest. The situation with Hyunae wasn’t necessarily his fault, and you realized that after a few days to yourself. They were dating, of course they were going to act like a couple. You were simply being a big baby about a bit of PDA. 

He had a girlfriend. 

Right, why were you so worried about a few hickies when he had a girlfriend?

Why were you even bringing up that fact that he had a girlfriend when that didn’t even matter?

Why were you still so terrified that you had visible evidence of Chan’s lips on your neck when Jisung wasn’t in love with you and you weren’t in love with Jisung?

Why did you feel so guilty? 

Staring at the purple marks on your neck had your mind flickering back to the moment when you first saw Jisung with the same little round spots on his own collar. Back in your first years of secondary school when Jisung basically lived at your house, him and Minho stopped paying much attention to you. It was a phase in your brother's life where he was getting into too many fights with his peers, and spending less time with you. And when you were that age you were pretty butt-hurt about it. 

Jisung and Minho had just returned back from a party, one that you hadn’t received an invitation to—not that Minho would allow you to go anyway—and they trampled up the stairs at two in the morning without a care in the world or a second thought about you nor your mother that were trying to sleep. How your mom managed to stay sleeping that night was beyond you.

And with your brother’s room right next door to yours, it was impossible to get back to sleep, their loud excitement too much for the thin wall between you to block out. So, you peeled your covers off your body and stomped into their room to give them a deadly glare and a good smack to the backs of their heads. 

Grumpily, Minho apologized and promised to be quieter, but Jisung simply smirked and tugged you down onto his lap to coo at how cute your puffy and tired face was. It was around the same time of your life when Jisung learned to push back his anxieties and began gaining self confidence, since that was something he desperately lacked when he was younger. But with confidence came the flirting. 

He chalked it up to “sibling like teasing” but you couldn’t deny the massive crush you had on the boy back then. So the feeling of his skinny arms wrapping tightly around you and his (then blonde) fringe ticking your cheeks, was almost too much for your poor heart to take. 

And then you saw the red spots lining his neck and momentarily froze, confusion haunting your train of thought and throwing you for a loop. You weren’t stupid, you knew exactly what those were, but for some reason, it didn’t occur to you that Jisung would ever get them. 

But there they were and it had definitely punched a small hole in your heart that night. 

You were all adults now though, surely they knew that you were bound to grow up sooner or later. It would be ridiculous if they decided to throw a fit now, right? You were in college for god sake, you were allowed to have a boyfriend.

Or—a Chan. Whatever you and Chan were, you were allowed to have it dammit.

So why was your hand shaking as it lifted to grab the door knob?

Amongst your inner turmoil you hadn’t heard the heavy step of Jisung walking up the stairs. He was so exhausted that he hadn’t even noticed you until he was scaling the last few steps of the three story apartment complex. He paused for a moment as he watched you hesitate at the door, your eyes glued down on your hand. 

A sudden wave of so many emotions rushed through him at the sight of you in a baggy sweater that fell around your thighs, the black spandex of your shorts peeking out from underneath. Even from behind, Jisung could tell that you were tired, your hair all messy and cute. His heart swelled in his chest. 

Of course you would be the one to dissolve all of his stress. He should’ve known. 

With a deep sigh, Jisung felt himself smile. He ascended the last few steps and sidled up behind you, eyes heavy from lack of sleep. You still had yet to notice his presence, and that had him chuckling under his breath. Your obliviousness was going to get you killed. 

Jisung slid his arms around your waist, only feeling you flinch for a second before you were relaxing back into his chest. He didn’t have room for any confusion, as he was too elated to actually hold you again. He couldn’t remember the last time he could just walk up to you and grab you without there being a fuss. Jisung missed you. 

Jisung took the opportunity to lean his jaw against your shoulder and tuck his face into the fabric of your sweater, only holding you closer. Your body wash had always been his favorite, not too intense that it had him nauseous, but sweet and soft enough to tempt him into placing a line of gentle pecks along the expanse of your skin—

That settled it, the break up was officially driving him insane. 

With a sigh and a curt laugh, you closed your eyes and leaned your head to the other side. Jisung’s eyes widened for those few moments when the invitation was right there in front of him, and some sick part of him wanted to scatter marks over the soft plane of your skin. In his daze, he wondered what kind of noises you would make if he bit down and made a mess of your pretty collar; if you would beg and whine or release little breathless gasps. He was right there—so damn close. 

His tongue ran along his bottom lip at the thought. 

What was happening to him?

“I’m sorry for just standing out here. I must look crazy.” You breathed, hands wrapping around his forearms. 

Jisung huffed a laugh, nudging your shoulder with his chin, just enough to shift your sweater off to the side. “No, you—”

Both of you froze at the same moment—complete different reasons why. 

The warm body behind you wasn’t Chan. 

Your mind was screaming at you to get away, telling you that you shouldn’t feel so comfortable with Han Jisung pressed intimately against your back. With his hands gripping your waist and chin resting on your shoulder where some other man's lips had kissed you, where Chan had—

Jisung saw the angry purple bruises before he could process the rest of what he wanted to say. They had been hidden behind the strategic collar of your sweater, and he suddenly felt a wave of an emotion that hadn’t risen to the surface for years climb up into his chest. 

He quickly unraveled himself from you, face flushing red as he took multiple steps backwards, his back colliding harshly against the door of the apartment across from Minho’s. Jisung couldn’t care less about the sudden pain that rocketed up his spine, his attention locked onto the massacre on your clavicle. 

Speechless, Jisung could feel his chest tightening and breathing quicken within his ribcage. Everything was so much worse than it had been before. At least he had a form of relief from breaking things off with Hyunae, now all he could feel was the crippling weight of your eyes on him. He felt completely exposed and dejected.

He couldn’t breathe. 

“Ji—” You attempted to lean forward and grab his arm, brows pulled into a worried frown. 

He felt stupid. 

“I—shit. I’m sorry,” he whispered, shrinking away from your reaching hand and hurrying past you to shove his extra key into the lock, twisting it open faster than he had ever done in his life. It was a miracle that he could even get the key into the hole with how badly his hands were shaking. 

Stupid stupid Jisung. 

Jisung barely registered the confused concern that flashed across Changbin’s face as he sped past him, his sights set solely on the last room on the left. Slamming the door behind him, Jisung couldn’t help but feel like he was dying, his chest aching and body suddenly warm. 

“Sung?” A groggy Minho lifted from under his sheets, his chest bare and bedhead wild. “What the hell?”

“I’m so stupid,” Jisung rasped, tugging at the collar of his shirt and collapsing back against Minho’s desk chair. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

“What happened?”

But Jisung could barely hear anything over the sound of his heart beating, the echoing drum in his skull. 

Minho frowned, lifting from his bed and pulling a shirt over his head in order to cross over to his best friend. Jisung looked absolutely exhausted, heavy-lidded eyes staring out at nothing as his hands raked through his gelled hair, ruining the style he had probably spent his whole morning on. 

It had been years since Minho had seen Jisung in such a state. There had been brief moments where Jisung got uncomfortable going to crowded parties or big lectures, but there was nothing small about how he was acting now. 

A brief memory of a crying boy covered in mud and soaked to the bone flashed through his head. 

Minho sighed, rubbing a palm over his face as he took a seat on the floor beside the desk chair that Jisung had claimed. Minho’s hand moved up to pat Jisung’s knee, “Well, Sung… Let’s get over this bitch together, okay?”

You felt your face pale as you took a slow step into the apartment, closing the door behind you. The look of fear that Jisung sent you was heartbreaking, his eyes wide and jaw clenched so hard that you knew for sure that it had to hurt. 

“The hell happened out there?” Changbin asked, tone stern but confused. 

You cringed, feeling your face heat up. 

“He…” You debated telling him—perhaps he already knew? Either way, it wasn’t your place to say anything. The last thing you wanted was to get even further on Jisung’s bad side. 

What did you even do to set him off?

“He what, Y/n? What happened?” Changbin placed down the cook utensil that had been gripped tightly in his fist. 

It felt weird to see Changbin distressed, as he was usually the calm during the storm, keeping a level head even when things took a turn for the worst. But you figured you’d be the same way if you just saw one of your best friends in such a state and not have any prior knowledge of the situation. 

“He started freaking out,” you finally said, voice low. “I’m sure he’ll be okay.”

But you really weren’t sure, and it was easy to tell that Changbin didn’t believe you.

“Are you sure you want to leave it at that, Y/n?” 

Your lip wobbled for a quick second as your eyes locked on something off to your right. It was difficult to sit still under the heavy gaze of Changbin, but really, there was nothing else you could say. You wouldn’t tell him anything that could reveal too much, and if that meant you would have to endure his interrogation with sealed lips, then that was what you had to do. 

You nodded slowly, “Mhm.” 

Changbin’s eyebrows rose in shock, his arms moving to cross over his chest. “Seriously? You’re not going to tell me why Jisung just ran in here breathing like he was in fucking labor?” 

You nodded again, more sure than the last time. 

“He’s with Minho. He’ll be fine.”

“You’re just going to be super cryptic and annoying then.” Changbin said, frustration clear on his face. “No explanation at all.”

“Sorry.” 

He looked at you as if he didn’t believe you, but you honestly were. You knew how shitty it felt to have people you care about hide things from you, since you went through a whole phase of it with Minho—hell, he still hid shit from you half the time. But if anyone was going to tell Changbin what was going on, it was going to be Jisung. 

Because there was no way in hell that you were going to break all rules of trust and tell someone that Jisung suffered from panic attacks. 

Granted, he used to get them all the time when he was young, therefore they were less of a secret and more of a “who possibly didn’t know?” type of deal. A lot of things set him off, and the fact that his parents completely uprooted their lives every two years didn’t help. Thankfully, they had gotten the hint and decided to hold off on moving until Jisung was out of school and ready to go off on his own. 

But it had been a long time since you witnessed one so bad, and you didn’t want to share that secret with anyone. You knew Changbin was one of the most trustworthy people you knew, but it wasn’t your news to spread. 

Changbin’s eyes scanned your form for a moment, his gaze only pausing on your neck for a fraction of a second, and if you hadn’t known what he was looking at, you wouldn’t have noticed anything different. 

“Fine.” He said, spinning on his heel and returning to the small kitchen. He was frustrated and you felt bad about that, but he would hopefully know soon enough. 

And like clockwork, the bathroom door then opened, Chan emerging with damp hair and thankfully fully clothed. It wasn’t the time to get distracted by his incredible body, you’d probably just feel even more guilty if that was even possible. 

“Y/n,” Chan chimed, voice full of life and excitement as he all but blinded to your side like an excited puppy. Though, his cheery nature wouldn’t be enough to raise your spirits—if anything he dampened them further, even more guilt gnawing at your chest. 

He grabbed your limp arms and rugged you forward, nearly pulling you into his chest. You felt your brows furrow and your head tilt away as he leaned forward to place a kiss on your lips, only to miss and land on the side of your head. Chan immediately pulled away with blinking eyes, his pretty lips open in slight surprise. 

You cringed. 

The universe was really against you today, huh?

“Is something wrong?” Chan asked, voice full of concern. 

What a perfect guy. 

You nodded, lips pulling in a tight line. “The morning has just been a little crazy…” 

Eyes flickering up they landed on Changbin, who was already glancing your way, his own gaze skipping back and forth between you and Chan. Though, without a word he turned back to whatever breakfast he was cooking. 

“Anything I can do to help?”

Leave—

You seriously wanted to punch yourself in the face. It wasn’t Chan’s fault for what happened, and you couldn’t ever think that. He was just caught in the middle of some messed up situation that wouldn’t have even happened if you just kept your stupid heart in line. Maybe if you had never met Jisung, everything would’ve turned out fine. 

Because that would’ve solved all of your petty problems. 

“No, Channie,” you managed to send a smile to the boy. “But we should probably get out of here before things get worse.”

Chan nodded, carefully lifting his hand to cradle your jaw. 

“Okay. No problem.” 

You sighed as he gave you the most patient smile you’d ever seen. Your guilt only grew.

Could things get any worse?

As if answering your question, the door to your brother’s room swung open and quietly shut after your grey haired sibling stepped out. His face was set, jaw squared and brows furrowed. 

It was the same face that he went into every conflict with. That was the same expression he wore every time he threw a punch or when he used to pick fights with your mother’s old boyfriends. Minho was angry—with who, you weren’t yet sure. 

But he didn’t miss a beat as he stepped around Chan and took his place in front of you, his calloused and scarred hand reaching up to the neck of your tousled sweater. You didn’t even bother to pull away or wiggle out of his reach, you just kept your unwavering gaze on Minho’s face as he tugged your collar down to expose the patches upon patches of bruises that spread lower than most would consider to be modest. 

Minho kept his gaze down, refusing to look up into the wide eyes of his baby sister. He didn’t believe it when Jisung began babbling about hickies and teeth marks on your skin, his head in his hands as he finally came down from his inner panic. But there it was, clear as fucking day. 

Minho wanted to spin around and sock Chan square in the jaw, but there was something deeper seeded in his chest that kept him from doing so. He bit the skin on the inside of his cheek inside, his mouth filling with copper as he dropped his hold on your sweater and spun around. He met eyes with Chan for only a moment, getting a hard look back as he bumped past and back into his room. This time the door had slammed behind him, all caution to the wind. 

You expected yelling and screaming, a fight you were willing to endure and take. Minho was your brother—as much as he wanted to fill the hole that your dad left empty—he was just your older brother. He could scream and punch things, but you weren’t a baby anymore. What you hadn’t expected was complete silence from him, it was almost worse than him screaming… 

No, your mind flickered back to the way he refused to even look into your eyes, it was much worse.

[nakachuchu]

Hoodie Weather | Nishinoya Yuu

SYNOPSIS: You find a lost hoodie.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 1452

WRITTEN: 03/14/2021

It was especially cold that morning. Nishinoya was in a rush and didn't have time to put his hoodie on. He woke up late for school as usual and was rushing to get to Karasuno.

He rushed to slide his card through the machine to enter the subway. His hoodie was laying on top of the school bag he held in his hand.

On the other side of the subway's entrance, you were running down the stairs. You rushed onto the train just as the doors were about to close.

You attended a different school, but the subway went to the station near your school. You stood up, holding onto the railing tightly, sighing at how crowded it was.

The train stopped to let some passengers off, and you noticed a hoodie laying on the floor. You looked up to see the fluttering of a black uniform and dyed hair before the doors closed. The uniform seemed like a male uniform.

You crouched down to pick it up, stumbling to get up when the train jostled to start. You waited for your stop as usual, then got off and looked around while holding the hoodie in your hand.

The weather was cold. You hoped the student would be okay without their hoodie. You stared at the bundled hoodie in your hand before sighing and walking the opposite way.

You were dreading school. You didn't feel like going to school. You swung your arm back and forth. The hoodie slightly unbundled and slapped against the wind.

"Aren't you cold, Noya?" Tanaka asked.

Nishinoya did notice a slight chill throughout the school day, but he didn't think much of it because of the school's heating system.

"I actually am," Nishinoya muttered. "I swear I brought my hoodie with me."

"The white one?" Tanaka asked.

Nishinoya nodded.

"You love that hoodie so much, it's like your baby blanket."

Nishinoya frowned. "It's so warm and comfortable. I think I left it on the subway."

He sighed and leaned back on his chair, then rubbed his face. Tanaka scooted his chair next to Nishinoya and wrapped an arm around him.

"So what are you going to do? Are you going to try to find your hoodie?" Tanaka asked. "It's Friday, dude, so there's two days until school starts again."

"I'll have to hope it's still there," Nishinoya replied.

"Man, that sucks. You may have to buy a new one."

"But I don't want a new one," he whined. "I want that one. Have some faith in me finding it."

"Tons of people get on that subway throughout the week. I would have stolen it if I saw it," Tanaka retorted.

"You suck."

"Your mom sucks."

"Don't talk about what my mom sucks."

"Is that your boyfriend's hoodie, Y/N?" your friend asked.

You shook your head. "That's funny, but no. I picked it up on the subway. I was going to return to the person who dropped it, but he left before I could. I saw part of his uniform though."

"Are you going to keep it?"

"No. Wouldn't it be awkward if I was wearing it and he saw me? I'd be so embarrassed," you explained.

Your friend laughed. "Only you would overthink things like that."

You sighed. "I'll admit overthinking can be bad, but it can be good sometimes. On tests, it's horrible, but in everyday scenarios, it can come in handy."

"How?"

"Well, what if you thought you forgot your lunch, but you were too lazy to check, so you decide to leave the house without? So you're on your way to school already, but you start to get antsy with the thought of not eating during lunch while everyone else is eating. You end up checking inside your bag for your lunch, and it's not there. You go back home, find it's waiting for you on the counter, then you finally go to school," you ranted without pausing.

You were breathing heavily while your friend stared at you with her mouth open.

"The fact that you just thought of that example is what shocks me the most. But yeah, I see your point."

You snapped your fingers like a poet. "Thank you. So I'm going to try to find the guy who lost his hoodie, but I only know what his uniform looks like. I don't know what he looks like."

"Well, that'll be hard. It's the weekend tomorrow, so even if he does use the subway again, he won't be wearing his uniform."

You sighed. "I guess I'll just wait for Monday."

You didn't have to return the hoodie, but you were taught by your parents to return things to its owners.

Once you got home, you laid the hoodie down on your desk and stared at it.

"You're one small hoodie," you muttered. "The guy wearing you must be small."

As if the hoodie was calling to you, you reached out and grabbed it, unfolding the hoodie to put it on.

The sleeves were much longer than you thought they would be, but the torso seemed to fit fine. You hesitantly brought the sleeve of the hoodie to your nose and sniffed it.

It oddly smelled like the orange essential oil your mother liked to put around the house to make it smell good.

You decided to take it off before anything got weirder. You neatly folded it again and set it back on your desk.

You really hoped you'd be able to give it back to the right person and not a stranger.

It was Monday morning.

You woke up early today because you were determined to return the hoodie to its owner.

You stood up on your toes to search through the crowd of people at the station. You were trying to find the uniform of the student, even though you didn't know his face or his name.

You were ready to give up and try again, but then you saw his uniform leaving the station on the other side.

You checked the time on your watch. You would be a few minutes late to school, but you decided that returning the hoodie was more important than first period.

You ran after him, weaving through the crowd of people.

"Um - excuse me!" you shouted. "Excuse me! The shortie in the black uniform!"

"Who are you calling—"

His brain fired blanks when he saw how pretty you were. He couldn't believe someone as attractive as you was talking to him. He looked around and pointed to himself.

"Me?"

"Uh... Yes, you," you answered as you stopped in front of him, a few feet away.

Unlike Nishinoya who was breathing normally, you were huffing from the run. There was fog around your face as you exhaled and inhaled. You extended your arm out with the hoodie in your hand.

"I think this belongs to you," you said.

Nishinoya looked back and forth from the hoodie to your face. He walked closer to you and slowly grabbed his hoodie.

"Hey, thanks!" he exclaimed, feeling a huge weight off his shoulders. "I've been looking for this."

You softly smiled. "Yeah, I had a feeling. I should...go to school now. Um—it was nice meeting you."

Nishinoya nodded.

You began to turn around, but he grabbed your wrist. Not expecting that, you fell off balance and staggered back.

Your back pressed against his chest as he caught you. The two of you looked at each other. Your faces were only centimeters apart from each other. The two of you were spotting similar blushes.

"Yes?" you whispered.

"Um—Y-You didn't bring a jacket today. It's pretty cold. You should borrow this for today and return it to me another day," Nishinoya said.

"But how will I find you?" you asked.

"We could...exchange numbers?" he asked. "Only if you want to," he added.

His eyes darted around nervously. You laughed a bit and nodded.

"I'd like that."

"Really?" he asked. "All right!"

"Maybe you could let me go first," you suggested.

"O-Oh, s-sorry!"

He quickly let go of you and stepped away, rubbing his neck nervously. You smiled and took out a piece of paper and a pen from your school bag. You leaned in and pressed the paper against his chest. He stiffened from how close you were. You wrote down your number on the paper, then tucked it into his pocket.

"I'll see you later?" you questioned.

"Uh-huh," he absentmindedly answered.

You smiled and waved goodbye to him as you jogged in the direction of your school. Nishinoya blinked at the spot you once stood at and took your number out from his pocket.

"Y/N, huh?" He grinned. "Tanaka's never gonna believe this!"

[theluckyyyoneee]

antipode | pcy

pairing: park chanyeol x reader

contents: high school!au, soccerplayer!chanyeol, serious!yn, mild cursing, reader becoming very confused and thinks they’re going crazy!seriously reader has minor panic attack:(

word count: 10,2k

summary: AlternateUniverseAU! When the guy you hate—and who you’re certain hates you—becomes your boyfriend after you swore he kicked a soccer ball at your head.

part 01  |  part 02  |  part 03:finale

You can’t be friends with everybody.

Damned if that wasn’t the truest statement you’d ever heard.

Trying to appear friendly to everyone you met without changing your personality to fit theirs or their expectations they held for you a few moments after first meeting you, you now used that saying as a very important and undeniable proverb to live by at a relatively young age.

You guessed it was a good thing that you weren’t one of those people who needed to be the center of attention or someone who enjoyed being surrounded by people who all pretended to be your friends to your face while insulting you behind your back. So that was why you preferred to keep company in the form of three close friends who were like your own family. Ugh, high school drama.

You couldn’t wait to graduate and spend at least one month relaxing before starting to register and pack up for college, already grimacing at how busy you would be this summer, but at least at college they would treat you more like the adult you were, or at least the adult you felt like, rather than babying you in high school.

“Class don’t forget, I already gave you an extension on yesterdays homework, so I fully expect it on my desk tomorrow afternoon before class starts. Okay?”

Groans erupted from the whole class, save you and a few other students who had actually completed the assignment when it was first issued. 

“Ms. Lee, can we just turn it in on Friday please? I haven’t had time to finish it with the soccer practices that I have everyday, I’m sure you know that the game is coming up.” You didn’t even have to look to your right to know it was Chanyeol who was speaking, his smooth and loud words piercing through the noise and the whole classroom silenced at the sound of his voice. 

You also didn’t have to look at him to tell that he was giving Ms. Lee his signature kicked puppy expression; wide brown eyes and his lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout. Keeping your constant gaze on your teacher instead, you watched somewhat amusedly at the flush that crept on her cheeks you could see from your seat, the way her hands balled into fists at her side then gripped the material of her slacks as she agreed with a shaky tone, deciding that Friday was a better day after all.

As soon as the teacher had turned her back to the students, no doubt fantasizing a scenario that would land her in jail if she acted upon it, given the teacher student relationship, even though you were certain he was eighteen. Chanyeol and a few of his jockhead buddies next to him exchanged high fives, the bell signaling the end of the school day motivating everyone to spring up from their seats and out the door.

“Ugh,” you muttered under your breath, taking a stand as well and stole another glance in his direction, scoffing and shaking your head slightly at his eyes already on your figure, his head tilted to the side as he wiggled his fingers in your direction, his friends watching from the sidelines, giggling at his actions, slapping him jokingly on the arm as they watched you exit out the door.

Idiots, didn’t they have minds of their own? You didn’t think so, since they chose to spend their time with that pompous and self-entitled jerk. No, maybe they were just as bad as he was, but there wasn’t a way for you to know since they had never attempted to mess with you the way Chanyeol adored.

“Wow, so approachable Y/n, no wonder you only have, like, three friends. You know, you should really appreciate me more for even talking to you.” Junmyeon chides, slinging his arm over your shoulder as he appears suddenly at your side in the busy hallway, keeping close to you to avoid getting in anyone’s way.

A genuine smile crept on your lips and you softly jabbed him in the stomach with your elbow, ignoring how solid his midsection seemed underneath his shirt. A huff of air escaped him and he clutched his stomach dramatically, wringing his hold on your shoulders even tighter and you gasped, grimacing as he pushed your face into his chest as he ruffled your hair with his other hand.

“Yeah right, you with your dad jokes, you would just drive them away.” You retorted, pushing him off you as the two of you neared your locker, shaking your head and fixing your nest of a hairstyle thanks to that nerd. Putting in the right combination on your lock, you smirked as you glanced at him leaning against the lockers next to yours and continued, “I swear, sometimes it’s like you’re a middle aged man inside a teenagers body.”

He opened his mouth in indignation, rolling his eyes and scoffed, looking into the distance as a scowl graced his handsome features. “Not my fault that I have a sense of humor too sophisticated for a peasant’s taste like yours.”

Giving him the middle finger with one hand, you shoved your locker shut with the other and readjusted your backpack and walked alongside Junmyeon in the much emptier hallways towards the school’s exit. Running into Yerim and Kyungsoo along the way, the four of you stopped by the doors leading downstairs, conversing a bit before they had to make their way down to the photography room—both of them involved with taking photos for the yearbook.

You couldn’t help but smile a bit at the way she leaned back into his chest as you talked, his arms casually hanging around her shoulders.

They were so cute.

After awhile their allotted time for conversation was up and they waved goodbye and you continued on your way home. You two resided in the same neighborhood about an eight minute walk away from school, so it was routine to walk home together almost everyday when he didn’t have tutoring on Tuesday and Thursdays.

“Leaving for the day? Must be nice.” A low voice echoed out to you and startled the two of you apart, attempting to calm the pounding of your heart you looked behind to where the loud sound had came from and frowned to see Chanyeol bounding about a yard behind you and Junmyeon, a black gym bag draped casually from his broad shoulders. 

Long gone were his baggy tee and jeans and his famous soccer uniform adorned his frame now, looking ridiculously even more tall now than he did before. He eyed the two of you with a deep stare, his lips forming a line as you eyed him with a similar hard gaze and looped your arm in Junmyeon’s. 

“Uh, y-yeah, we are. Heading to practice?” Junmyeon replied hesitantly beside you and you eyed him weirdly, wondering why he was acting so buddy buddy with him. While you on the other hand, kept your grip on his arm tight and continued to walk without glancing back.

“Yeah. The teacher wanted to talk to me after class and I still had to change before heading over to the field.”

You rolled your eyes, remembering the blush that was distinctly on Ms. Lee’s cheeks and wondered how that conversation went. Chanyeol probably got his way like he always did.

Junmyeon made a sound of acknowledgement, not really knowing what to say in return to Chanyeol’s story, and he opened his mouth after glancing at you, most likely going to utter an awkward goodbye before Chanyeol cut in before he could with—

“Are you two dating? You guys are always together.”

His tone had a certain edge to it that he didn’t previously possess and you frowned at both his nosiness and his hostility. Why did he care? So he could find another reason to make fun of you?

You were suddenly being pushed away with a gentle hand on your arm as Junmyeon explained quickly, “No, no, we’re not dating. We’re just really close friends and have lived in the same neighborhood since middle school.”

You couldn’t have agreed more, but you were a bit put off by how quick he was to deny a relationship with you, were you really that bad, you pondered with a slight pout.

Chanyeol must’ve seen the expression on your face and pounced at the chance—

“Right, who’d want to go out with Y/n.” His words were said with a snicker, having caught up to the two of you in no time and stepping around you to flash you a smirk, glancing up and down at your figure before exiting the double doors.

“Yah!” You shouted at his back, already being able to tell he was laughing at the way his shoulders shook just before the doors shut behind him with a loud noise. You were fuming at his words, fuming at the way he wanted to make you less than average.

Placing your hands on your hips, you blew air out of your mouth and paced around in a small circle, trying to burn this sudden burst of hot energy you found yourself experiencing. You wished you would’ve landed a roundhouse kick right in the square of Chanyeol’s back, but let’s be honest, you would’ve most definitely missed and given yourself an embarrassing cramp.

“Why do you guys do that?” Junmyeon asked exasperatedly, eyeing the doors Chanyeol had exited out of in a quiet curiosity you were used to seeing on his face by the long years you’ve known him. 

Your mouth dropped open at his question and pointed at the closed doors. “He obviously started it! You saw, I didn’t even say anything to him and he still managed to insult me.”

“Was it an insult?”

“How was, ‘Right, who’d want to go out with Y/n, har har’, not an insult? Sure he didn’t outright say any demeaning words or phrases, but it was well implied and you know it.” You lowered your voice when repeating the phrase, trying to mimic the deep tone of Chanyeol’s voice with some difficulty.

He titled his head to the side a bit and pursed his lips, walking ahead of you and opening the door and you had to rush to not be left behind, the heat from the sun warming up your skin. “I don’t think so, but whatever you guys want to call it, it has to stop. Just date already.” 

“Excuse me?” You all but screeched, looking at him with an expression of disbelief.

He shrugged and held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. “Hey, don’t look at me. You were the one who told me you that he was cute when you first met him.”

“That was before he opened his mouth and I found out what a jerk he is,” you mumbled, heat creeping up on your cheeks as you remembered, yes, technically once upon a time you did find Chanyeol somewhat charming and handsome.

You usually stayed away from the athletes, they created unnecessary attention and special treatment wherever they went. It wasn’t as if you had an interest in things such as football, soccer, diving, track, etc., so you didn’t understand the obsession with these athletes that drove everyone crazy at the mere sight of them.

The first time you had laid eyes on Chanyeol, he hadn’t been dressed in his uniform, looking comfortable as ever in a plain t-shirt and jeans combination, and you could admit it to yourself now, that yes, your heart did pick up its pace a bit at the sight of him, your face heating up as you made yourself look away, being stuck in a daze of just gazing at him for sometime.

It wasn’t as if you automatically had the naive assumption that everyone on earth was an angel or anything of that nature, but you thought that he was generally a good person, seeing as no one seemed to hold any grudges or contempt towards him, always greeted and greeting everyone with a wide smile and the joyous everyone reacted to his presence. 

You were fascinated by him.

Did your fascination cross some line into a crush like thing? You weren’t sure. It wasn’t as if you wanted to talk to him and enter his busy world, you were completely fine watching him from afar, your faith in humanity returning the tiniest bit by finding a good young person in this Sodom and Gomorrah that you called high school.

Until you had a personal interaction with him.

It was completely random timing, it was an ordinary day, you were already seated in your chair near the back where Ms. Lee had assigned you at the beginning of the semester. You had your book you were currently engrossed with open on your otherwise empty desk, but you had looked up when you heard someone enter. 

Chanyeol walked in with his backpack, that looked practically empty to you, comfortably slung over his shoulder and he sauntered to his seat and you froze as the two of you made eye contact for the first time. 

You expected for his eyes to skim right past you, but they didn’t. He kept your stare with his wide brown eyes for a few moments longer before he let his backpack fall to the ground by his seat and slowly sank himself in it, you not noticing his teammates and desk buddies watching the whole exchange, their grins hidden behind their hands that covered their mouths. 

You blinked and distractedly returned to your book, not remembering what part you had been on before or the context to make sense of this sentence when a pair of large feet encased in some no doubt expensive sneakers came into your view of vision and you whipped your head up to stare blankly at Chanyeol standing about a foot away from your desk, gazing down at you with a smile.

Your lips began to turn up in response to his, until of course he opened his mouth—

“Don’t you have any friends?” He asked you, his voice the usual amount of volume as it usually was but it felt like he had shouted it, the classroom silencing at his words and chuckles began echoing from your classmates all around you two. 

Your skin began to flush with the embarrassment at being laughed at, at being made fun of so openly, an unpleasant feeling settling in your stomach as you eyed the confident smirk that rested on his lips as he stared back at you expectantly. 

“Of course I do.” Was all you could think to reply, your tone slightly questioning, wondering what he meant to accomplish by asking you that question. 

“Then why are you always alone?

Your features twisted into a glare at his next question. What is wrong with him? Why had he chose this particular moment to ask you a somewhat private inquisition in front of the whole class rather than approach you when there were less students present and at a much less close proximity. 

Was what his goal? To embarrass you? If so, it was working, as much as you willed it not to.

It was a reaction you couldn’t seem to help. You were human after all, as much as you were confident in yourself, you doubted anyone enjoyed being laughed at unless they were actually trying to be funny intentionally.

Your lips formed to put your thoughts into words when the bell rang, your mouth still open as you watched him leave to return to his seat in the front of the classroom. 

You could feel the stares of the students around you and you used your hair as a shield for the rest of the time. Your eyes fixed on the clock routinely, you began quietly packing up your books and pencils and was the first one out of your seat and out the door by the time the bell rang—not noticing the way he stared at you as you sped out the room at lightning speed.

After that, it was as if he had forgotten your existence, how it had been until that one particular encounter. You had given it a discomfiting amount of thought, the only explanation to his questions was that he was in fact trying to embarrass you, the more you thought it, the more his seemingly innocent smile seemed like a sinister smirk.

It was fine for awhile, he left you alone like he’d always had, but you no longer watched him from afar, you strayed as far as possible from him and his buddies who seemed to always be in a sudden giddy mood whenever they spotted you from across the hall or cafeteria. You could feel his eyes on you, but you tried to distract yourself with engaging into a conversation with Kyungsoo as to why he should bake you a cake this weekend.

Then he somehow decided you existed again and began to make passing remarks to you in the halls.

“Nice hair, sleeping beauty!”

You had woken up late thanks to sleeping right through your alarm and had gotten ready in about eight minutes, your hair drying in an awkward way from the way you tossed in your sleep the night before and had thrown it in a ponytail that barely tamed your natural waves that you were trying your best not to feel so self conscious about.

His comment made your cheeks flame as you registered the snickers that sounded all around you at his words. You made no facial expression whatsoever as you passed each other, determined to maintain your nonchalant and confident facade that crumbled pitifully as you were sure he was out of sight.

“What’s up, nerd?”

Chanyeol appeared beside you, a good foot taller than you, but you managed to hear his words just fine in the midst of a million conversations that were happening all around you. He walked ahead of you, but not before he nudged you with his shoulder and knocked the books you held in your arms down tumbling to the floor, earning attentive stares as they stared you bent over, picking up the strewn books off the floor and back into your arms.

He didn’t even look back, that asshole. Seriously, what was his problem?

Ever since then, you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with Park Chanyeol. Not like your over-exaggerated indifference to his glances and stares, seemingly playful waves and loud greetings of your name in a sugary tone that made people stop and look at you deterred him any. 

If anything, your lack of reactions only seemed to encourage him, his voice echoed louder in the halls than before. People were starting to associate you with him, amused smirks creeping on their faces and watchful eyes with just the sight of you wandering down the halls. 

You hated the way the rest of the whole student body ate from the palm of his hand, laughing and smirking along to his words.

But all you had to do was continue to ignore him, no way was there a chance in hell that you would ever willingly approach him first.

Or so you thought.

“You’re tutoring Chanyeol?”

“I was supposed to, but I can’t. My grandparents flew in and they can only stay for tonight,” he started to explain, looking the least bit frustrated at the surprise visit but mostly excited. “My mom wants me home early to spend time with them before they continue on their journey of seeing the world or something like that, I don’t know.” He sighed, shaking his head. His expression suddenly changed and he was grinning at you broadly and gave you the notebook that was previously in his grip. “Can you just give him this notebook of notes I wrote out for him, he told me that he has last minute practice anyway so it was fine, I wrote everything very clearly and dumbed it down enough for him to understand it.”

“I doubt that, all he knows how to do is how to kick around a ball and think the world revolves around him,” you couldn’t help but mutter, an impressed expression no doubt taking place on your face as you skimmed the contents of the notebook, Junmyeon was very detailed and if Chanyeol still had no idea after studying this guide, he was an even bigger idiot than you thought.

“Y/n, please?” Junmyeon sighed in front of you, even going as far as to clutch your shoulders in his hands as he looked down at you with a pleading expression. “I know you two don’t get along, but just get his attention for one second, point to the notebook and leave it on the bleachers and leave. I would go myself, but I’m already late going home and the field is all over on the other side of the school. Please, I’m counting on you! Thank you! If I’m any later, they said they would send Minseok out to come get me! I’ll text you later!”

He left you with your mouth hanging open watching him sprint down the street and out of your sight in less than ten seconds, almost falling face first after rounding a sharp corner. The sight of him almost biffing it made you crack a grin, wondering just how secretly scary his slightly older brother was to make him run home like that.

Their parents sure made handsome boys, shame though, you knew just how much Mrs. Kim had always wanted a daughter and got stuck with two boys instead.

A grimace came on your features as you sluggishly began your journey to the field, a sigh escaping you. You thanked your luck that it wasn’t a sweltering day or else you would’ve literally turned around and forgotten about the whole thing, but since Junmyeon had seemed really anxious and pleading, you would do him this favor.

He totally owed you a meal for this.

The walk actually wasn’t too bad and passed far quicker than you anticipated, must have been all those years practicing your fast walk to perfection,  and you could hear the whistle and yelling from a distance, only becoming more clear and noisy the closer you came to the field, the rich green turf momentarily blinding you if you looked directly at it. 

Tall, lean forms in matching white jerseys and shorts ran along the field, each with their own ball, taking turns taking free shots at the goal net at the other end of the field.

Good, at least you caught him early on in the practice as to not possibly getting yelled at by the head soccer coach that had always intimidated you by his yells you could hear miles away.

Clutching the notebook tighter in your grip, you slowly made your way around the fence, coming closer to the bleachers that held many gym bags along with half filled water bottles and towels laid untidily on the seat, making you grimace at the disorder of it all.

Your hesitant arrival becoming noticed rather quickly, you watched with a feeling of impending doom as the whole team shouted Chanyeol’s name, his head shooting up from his focus on the soccer ball in front of him to you, his face changing from a stoic concentration, to shock, then to a smirk.

You eyed the whole ordeal strangely. Maybe Junmyeon had told him that you were coming to drop off the notebook in his stead and to look out for you when you arrived? You ran through your previous conversation with the man in question, but nothing came up of him telling you that Chanyeol was expecting you other than gaining his attention.

Which you did, in a surprisingly short amount of time and effort. His teammates all had big grins on their faces and were playfully shoving him around and your brows furrowed in confusion at the reaction your presence created.

Just show him the notebook and get out, Y/n, you told yourself, gritting your teeth and held up the notebook in your right hand—Chanyeol still staring intently at you, fiddling with the ball at his feet—and dropped it on the bleachers, not bothering to find his personal bag and felt relieved that you managed to complete Junmyeon’s plea with much less difficulty than you were anticipating. 

“Watch out!” He suddenly exclaimed with a yell as you caught the tail-end of his kick, his right leg swinging out in front of him with the force of it.

Eyes widening in alarm, your heart beating at an alarming rate as you realized the ball was heading straight towards you, then everything went black with a thump.

You blinked and all of a sudden you found yourself laying in an uncomfortable bed located in the nurses office. A cold and foreign object being placed gently on your temple that throbbed and hurt like a bitch made you flinch back in surprise and pain, a hiss escaping your parted lips.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” a breathy and apologetic voice sounded from beside you and once again you startled, your heart rate going from a normal range to tap dancing within the confines of your rib cage. You swung your head to the left, only to freeze as you locked gazes with Park Chanyeol, the sight of him and the onslaught of increased pain leaving you to groan, your left hand instinctively coming up to poke and prod at the area causing you so much discomfort.

“Would you stop moving, I’m trying to keep this ice pack on your head.” He spoke again, this time much less breathy and more exasperated, yet still weirdly apologetic, his own hand catching your wrist and gently tugging it back down before you could make contact. He made no move to extract his hand from yours and you eventually pulled away, choosing not to focus on how warm and secure his hand had felt holding yours.

Memories came rushing back to you the longer you stared quizzically at him, a gasp leaving your mouth as the suddenly crystal clear vision of that damned soccer ball zooming straight in your direction, a smirking Park Chanyeol being the one to kick it at you, after all. 

“You hit me with the soccer ball!” Yelling only upset your injury more but you didn’t care. You knew he didn’t like you, but kicking a soccer ball at full speed from the other end of a giant field at you crossed the line. 

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you, it was an accident, I must’ve lost my aim or something.” He rushed out the excuse, his words gaining volume as his expression changed back into what looked like guilt, furrowed brows and he gnawed at his bottom lip as he winced in conjunction as he readjusted the ice pack on your head.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, letting Chanyeol know that you didn’t believe his sorry story for a second. “Yeah, right.”

“What?”

“You totally meant to hit me, there’s no way your aim could’ve missed.” It wasn’t like you were on the actual field standing in front of the net or anything, you had been standing in front of the bleachers. 

His mouth flew open and a noise of assault exited his mouth, eyebrows shooting clear up to his hairline at your use of his own words against him, his tone becoming more desperate with each word he spoke, eyes fixed earnestly on yours. “It did! Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because you hate me, that’s why! You’ve probably had this planned for a week, but it backfired because you know I know, and that’s why you’re taking care of me—give me this.” You snatched the ice pack away from him, the movement causing your head to hurt even worse and you reapplied the ice pack to your temple with a groan and a death glare.

Chanyeol was looking at you like you had just eaten the last slice of pizza after taunting him for ten straight minutes, the hurt and betrayal clear in his expression, his dark eyes wide and mouth turned down into an obvious frown as his gaze roamed over you repeatedly.

“Why would you say that? Are you okay? Why on earth would I hate you?” You hated the way those words sounded coming from him. How would he expect you to understand something like that?

“How the hell should I know? You tell me.”

“But I don’t hate you! I love you!” He seemed especially and genuinely earnest now, even more than a few moments ago, going to grab your hand in his once again, but you retreated before he could, a look of hurt crossing his features, and then you registered his sentence.

Well, you weren’t expecting him to ever utter those words in response to yours. “...What?”

“Of course I love you, you’re my girlfriend.”

“WHAT?”

The two of you stared at each other unblinking for a few moments, before you broke it with a tired sigh and shook your head the tiniest bit to as not to upset your headache and injury even more. “Look, I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but it’s not working, so you can stop. I’m not in the mood for this right now.”

“Stop what?” He seemed confused at your words, large frame scooting closer to yours on the bed, to which you scooted back with a questioning gaze.

You stared at him in all seriousness then and answered with a sneer, “As if we would ever date.”

You had to give him credit, he was keeping his character for longer than you thought he would, and his face still held that expression of bewilderment and concern as he continued to study your face with his wide eyes, his mouth turned down at the sides in a frown.

“Y/n, this isn’t funny, okay? I already feel really bad about hurting you, I get it. You don’t need to pretend to not know who I am.” Gone was his faux concern and in came his signature eye roll that you’ve seen many times, relaxing from his alert position to lean back in his chair.

You squinted your eyes and continued to look at him weirdly, wondering if he was the one who got hit in the head and not you, what with his sudden strange behavior and all. But after a few more moments, you realized you really didn’t care, and just wanted to go home and maybe set up a doctor’s appointment to get your bruise looked at by a professional. It didn’t hurt as much as it did at first, but your head still throbbed from the collision.

“I know who you are, obviously, but we’re not dating—you know what, I don’t really care, I’m going home now, thanks for nothing... except for possibly giving me a concussion.” You huffed as you slid off the bed slowly, shrugging off Chanyeol’s helpful irksome hands as he tried to help steady you, scowling in irritation at how annoying and clingy he was being, deliberating on taking the ice pack home with you but deciding against it and placed it in the sink with a small shrug. Your house wasn’t far from here, surely you would survive the walk. Spotting your bag strewn on the floor by the entrance, you bent down to pick it up, but was beaten to it Chanyeol. He hurried to open the door for you with watchful eyes.

You were beyond annoyed but didn’t have the energy to deal with wrestling it from his grasp and opted to exit through the door, knowing by now he was going to follow.

“Are you being serious? Let me take you to the hospital, I really think you should get your head looked at.” He followed behind you like a lost puppy as predicted, and you wanted to scream. 

Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?!

You were about to yell your thoughts at him when two identical uniform clad goofs you recognized as his two buddies who he was almost never seen not by his side came bounding to the two of you, concerned expressions adorning their surprisingly—though not so surprising—handsome faces. 

Both of their gazes were intense, but the one closest to your right was even more so, the furrow of his eyebrows made your heart rate increase, you would not want this man to be upset with you. But you were the victim here!

You recognized their faces, but had never gone through the trouble to remember their names. Your eyes narrowed at the unexpected close proximity as they hounded you with questions.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

“Are you dizzy?”

“Dude, I can’t believe you actually hit her with the ball!”

At the last comment, you turned your attention back to the guilty giant on trial, giving him the meanest and hardest glare you could muster up before continuing on your way home. 

“What’s going on? Did you guys fight?” 

“Jongin, she’s sporting a head injury from being hit in the head by a flying soccer ball, genius. Of course she’s upset.”

Ah, so the less intimidating one was Jongin—wait, why did you care?

“But it’s not like you did it on purpose, have you apologized yet?”

“Of course I have! Like a hundred times, I don’t know why she’s suddenly saying that we’re not dating,” Chanyeol piped up behind you, still trailing behind you, albeit at a safe distance. You could imagine his pout in your mind without having to look back at him, convinced his friends were in on this prank he was trying his best to pull off.

Hell, they were probably silently giggling behind your back at this very moment. Mouthing their rehearsed script as to not mess anything up.

You couldn’t trust them, you needed to call Junmyeon. He would assure you this was just a stupid and juvenile attempt to further aggravate you, which reminded you to take your bag back from Chanyeol.

“That’s an indirect way of saying, ‘Let’s break up.’“ Those words were spoken with a laugh.

“Sehun!” The voice you now recognized as Jongin’s whisper-yelled from behind you as you halted in your stride and heaved a sigh. 

Enough.

“Y/n, are you really breaking up with me? I already told you it was an accident and that I’m really sorry. That’s not a reason to break up, right?” His eyes were wide when you turned around, lips parted looking very concerned and stared at you as you stepped closer, looking the exact definition of a kicked puppy that only served as more irritation for you.

“We’re not breaking up,” you huff out exasperatedly, stopping in your stride long enough to take your bag back from Chanyeol’s loose grasp, his shoulders drooping with what seemed like relief judging by the sigh that escaped him and the smile he gazed at you with. That quickly faded with your continuation of, “because we never went out in the first place. I told you, I’m not falling for this.”

Turning back around you felt around in the first pocket for your phone after realizing it wasn’t in your pocket, while they continued to discuss among themselves in quiet voices as you grasped the familiar object, not knowing how it got there but didn’t really mind as long as you held it in your hands. 

“Do you think she should go see a doctor?”

“Yeah, what if it’s amnesia? That has to be why she can’t remember your guys’ relationship!”

“I’m standing right here, and I’m lea—” Your next word cuts off as you press the home button, as your eyes land on the picture of your wallpaper, brows furrowing and heart beginning to thunder in your chest as you tried to make sense of this.

Replacing your wallpaper of one of your favorite artist’s albums was a photo of Chanyeol. He was obviously posing for a picture, eyes closed and a smile on his face, little stickers and emojis of hearts decorating the space around him, your facial features scrunching up into a grimace the longer you eyed the cursed image.

What the hell?

Were you really—the thought made you gag internally—dating Park Chanyeol?

The thought made you laugh out loud at the absurdity of it, causing the guys to look at you with wide eyes. 

Of course you weren’t dating Chanyeol, you would’ve remembered making such a stupid decision. He must’ve been the one to sneak your phone in your backpack after finding a way to change your wallpaper. 

To think you nearly fell for this stupidity.

You studied the photo and sighed, wondering if he was really narcissistic enough to take a picture of himself like this and add hearts on it himself.

Who were you kidding, of course he was.

He was willing to go this far for a stupid prank that wasn’t even working?

Feeling much lighter, you showed them your wallpaper with an unimpressed expression on your face. “Ha ha, very funny. How did you change my wallpaper you creep?”

“Creep?” Sehun couldn’t help but let out a giggle at your words, earning a glare and a slap to the arm from the boys by his side and an eye roll from you, a small huff of pain escaping you as the pain in your head from that move, and moved to enter your passcode and frowned as it told you that you had entered it incorrectly.

Typing the numbers in slowly and carefully, you sighed when it told you it was still incorrect, making Chanyeol freeze in his stride towards you as you shot him a glare, immediately jumping to the conclusion he changed it along with your wallpaper. 

“And you changed my password, too? Unlock it.” You held your phone out to him with a hard face, just wanting to go home and forget about this. 

“I didn’t do anything to your phone, Y/n.” His lips were turned down as he slowly took it from you, then smiled a bit as he gazed down at your screen—most likely at the picture of him. “I didn’t know this was your wallpaper, though. You’re mine, too.” He fished his out from his back pocket and held it out to you, that small grin still placed on his lips, and you frowned at his words, nonetheless taking his phone from his palm.

“Ugh, you damn lovebirds make me sick.” The one you now recognized as Sehun moaned, fake gagging as Jongin laughed along to his words.

Blinking at the picture of you, you couldn’t help the confusion and the bit of panic that hit you. It was a photo you had no recollection of, but you seemed ridiculously happy judging by the wide smile on your face, your face tilted to the side and braced against the palm of your hand, eyes shining brightly as you stared into the camera, bright neon pink blush effects placed on your cheeks with similar heart emojis surrounded your face.

Your breathing became a bit heavier, you continued to look at the picture, heart rate picking up in your chest. 

How did he have this picture? When did he take this? You didn’t remember yourself taking a picture like this, you’d never smiled so big like the one on the screen. 

This was obviously you, why did you have no memory of it? What was going on?

Placing your thumb on the screen of his phone so the screen wouldn’t go dark, you continued to stare lost at the picture, trying to decipher the background, your clothes, anything that could tell you when this was taken.

The bright lights behind you were hazy and unfocused, no major landmarks or buildings behind you to clue you into where the hell you were. 

But you had more pressing thoughts rather than where that picture was taken.

Was it possible the two of you were really dating? That this wasn’t all just a poorly executed endeavor to prank you? Did you really gain amnesia over being hit with the soccer ball and just didn’t remember? How else would him having a picture you didn’t remember being taken—when you could clearly see you willingly posed for it—be explained somewhat logically?

You needed to get out of here. 

“...Y/n? Shit, Y/n? Are you dizzy? You look really pale, let me take you to the hospital, I think you should really get checked out.”

Flinching and shying away from the hand he attempted to lay on your shoulder, you noted once again the flash of hurt that passed through his eyes at your actions, but it wasn’t as if you could help it. 

Your mind was racing with all these confusing thoughts, and his reaction to your reaction didn’t make anything easier for you, only adding onto it if anything, your expression worried as you tore your eyes from him to flit over the empty hallway, attempting to ignore the concerned gazed of Jongin and Sehun.

“No, I’m fine. I’d rather go by myself...” you trailed off, sluggishly handing him his phone back and exchanging it for yours, forgetting that he still hadn’t told you your passcode to unlock it, but you’d figure it out later. 

You just needed to get away from this before you lost your mind, though you felt that it was a bit too late for that, your headache coming back tenfold.

Chanyeol on the other hand, shook his head at your words, a determined expression taking hold on his face and moved with you towards the exit, along with his two lackeys from the sound of six feet following you. “No, I’m not letting you go alone, it’s not safe. You might have a head injury.”

“I have a head injury, thanks to you.” Your harsh tone was a striking contrast from his, your patience running thin from humoring this prank for so long, a weird pang of guilt hitting you as Chanyeol flinched slightly at your words, hearing the halting footsteps of the two behind you.

“Please, Y/n. I would feel better if you let me go with you.” His phrase was delivered with a desperation you just didn’t understand and that fact made you even more upset.

“I’m not going to the hospital with you, I don’t even know you or like you. I’ll just call Junmyeon when I go home and see if he can take me.” Your words were uttered in nothing less than a frustrated growl, causing the words Chanyeol was going to say to die in his throat, his pleading and anxious expression transformed into a much harsher one.

His eyebrows narrowed and his mouth formed a tight line as the two of you continued to stare at each other, neither one blinking as if willing the other one to give up first. Then a sigh escaped him, “Fine.” With that he marched ahead of you in angry steps, leaving you behind to stare at him, not wanting to examine the feeling in your chest as you watched him walk away at your words.

Sehun whizzed past your figure without a second thought, running after him. Yet for some reason Jongin hesitated by your side, noticing your slight wince and how you clutched your head, exhaling a steadying breath. “He’s just worried, you didn’t need to yell at him like that.”

That wasn’t yelling, you thought. But you didn’t voice your thoughts and said instead, “Regardless of what you guys tell me, I don’t recall ever being in any type of relationship with that jackass. I’ll be fine getting home by myself, I’m not a little kid.”

His expressions changed many times during your speech, and he seemed like he wanted to something but chose not to, opting with, “Just text us when you get home and what the doctor says, we’ll be worried about you.”

Your brows furrowed at his words and followed slowly behind him towards the exit, nodding a bit in thanks as he held the door open and looked back a few times as he stood in the same spot, like he was making sure you got home all right without being overly pushy like Chanyeol was.

His words confused you, since when were you two so close?

Your mother greeted you from the kitchen and had audibly gasped in horror when she saw the giant bruise forming on your temple, questions of what happened and are you okay all jumbled into an incoherent stream as he ushered you right back outside, stopping to let the backpack fall from your shoulders to the doorway before sitting you in the passenger seat as she called your father on speaker, telling him you were going to the hospital and that she would give him more details when she could.

Since head injuries and head traumas were taken very seriously, you were taken in to get some tests done that were more meager than they were annoying. You had wanted to get into the doctor’s office earlier, but now all you wanted to do was go to sleep and forget this whole confusing and tiring day happened, relieved once they told you they weren’t going to keep you awake, certain you didn’t have a concussion, but were puzzled at the fact you lost memories of only thing; or person, chalking it up to temporary amnesia.

“I wouldn’t worry too much, okay?” The handsome doctor Mr. Jung told you as he laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder—and for some reason, you were reminded of how you shot down Chanyeol when he tried the same thing, that same pang of guilt hitting you right in the chest. “You’re an intelligent young lady, I know this must be driving you insane, and it might feel as if you’re actually going insane.” The two of you share a small laugh and you nod, wondering if he could read minds as well.

“Just remember to rest and to not push yourself to remember too hard. Take part in hobbies you enjoy or take a nice walk outside. If you experience any pain, feel free to come back for another check up to make sure everything is doing fine. Okay? Okay, I’ll see you no sooner than two weeks I hope. Feel better!”

Did you really have amnesia? It would make sense to trust your doctors words, even your mother was surprise you didn’t ‘remember’ your relationship with Chanyeol, apparently the two of you had been dating for around six months.

You about spit out and choked on the water she had you sipping on after the two of you had gotten home a good almost three hours later, well into the night and your father was out at the store getting the prescribed painkillers your doctor had prescribed you. She even told you he had called her in a panic while you were getting your tests done, begging for an update, and she told him that you were fine but that it was maybe best if he stayed away for at least tonight. 

But your mind was stuck on the six months part.

Six months? Surely your mother wouldn’t lie to you, so then it must be true, no matter how much something inside you told you it wasn’t. You opened your mouth to ask her some questions when there was loud pounding on the front door before the person remembered they had a key and let themselves in. 

Junmyeon came barreling in, eyes locking with yours and immediately sprinted in your direction, hands coming to grasp your shoulders as he looked you over with wide eyes. “Are you okay? You remember me, right? There’s no way you’d forget about me... right?”

“Of course I remember you, you dummy. And I’m fine... mostly. Just here icing my bruise.” You took his hands off your shoulders and motioned towards the ice pack sitting on the kitchen counter.

“You’re not fine, you have amnesia.” Junmyeon told you and you rolled your eyes, but stiffened when he said, “Chanyeol called me earlier.”

Suddenly becoming very aware of your mothers presence, you tilted your head in the direction of your room, smiling tightly to her as she gazed encouragingly back at you.

“Chanyeol called me about an hour after school ended, saying he hit you in the head with a soccer ball and that you couldn’t remember him or something like that, I don’t know, he was freaking about it I couldn’t really understand him all that well on the phone, saying that you two weren’t speaking at the moment and asked how you were doing, I just updated him vaguely about five minutes ago thanks from the details I got from your mom. She already gave him an update at the hospital, but I guess he just wanted to be sure. He told me he’s called you like twenty times and you haven’t answered.” He tells you, eyeing you as you pat your back pocket at the remembrance of your phone in your back pocket, taking a seat at the edge of your bed as you followed his actions. 

“Which I guess makes sense since you don’t really remember him, but you could at least text the poor man back and tell him your doctors visit went fine and you’re home safe. You might think you’re strangers, but he really loves you.”

Your brows furrowed with his lecture, ignoring his last five words and played with your phone, sighing as you stared at the picture of Chanyeol as your wallpaper. “I don’t know the passcode, I think he changed it while I was knocked out.” You mumbled quietly into your chest as you refused to look at him.

His hand swipes it from your grasp and you watch as he types on your phone, not expecting him to be able to decipher whatever random code Chanyeol must have put to have your mouth hang wide open in shock as he hands it to you once again, your home screen in full view.

“What the hell? How did you know what it was?”

“He didn’t change it, you created this passcode. It’s his birthday.” He said simply.

“Chanyeol’s birthday?” You placed your phone back in his hands to re-enter the passcode so you could change it to something you would actually remember, opting to change your annoying wallpaper later.

“Yep.”

“I’m really dating him?” You had to clarify, even though you’ve been told you were by literally everyone, letting your phone drop onto the bed in your lap, questioning if you were really the type of person to put in your partners birthday as a passcode, please—you so hoped that wasn’t you.

“Yep.”

You groaned. “Why? Do you not remember how mean he was to me?”

“What?”

“Oh come on, those snarky comments he’d always say to me in the halls? That was not flirting, I don’t care what you say.”

“What are you talking about?” Junmyeon’s face was scrunched up in confusion at your words, and your face scrunched up at his words and were about to clarify, when he continued. “Y/n, I think you’re remembering things differently, or else you had a weird dream yesterday that’s got you confused after your accident, but Chanyeol has never said anything even remotely mean to you. He’s basically been in love with you since you two met earlier this year.”

“What?” Now it was your turn to be confused.

“Okay, let me fill you in a bit since you can’t remember for yourself how the two of you started dating.” You narrowed your eyes at him as he shuffled closer a bit, looking like the epitome of seriousness as he stared at you, then awkwardly avoided eye contact as he began to fill you in on your lost memories.

“Let me see,” he murmured with pursed lips as he thought about where to start, a slight furrow to his brow as he began, “Um, you two shared a few classes together last semester, I think—yeah, you did. Because I remember you rambling to me about this ‘cute guy’ that you shared classes with.”

You strangely did remember that, but you had thought it was only that one class, with Ms. Lee? But along with that memory, came the onslaught of his comments that would continue for the next months that angered as well as embarrassed you, so something was not adding up. 

“Wait—“ you held a hand up to pause him, squinting your eyes at him. “I know, we literally had this conversation earlier today.”

Junmyeon’s brows furrowed as he blinked at you, eyes narrowing as he studied you a bit more closely. “Y/n, we’ve barely talked at all today, and it certainly wasn’t about you and Chanyeol. I was busy tutoring, remember? Oh right—” he paused to giggle at his own joke, “the amnesia.”

You in turn did not find his mediocre attempt at a joke amusing and you noted internally that today was in fact Thursday, one of the two days of the week he tutored for some extra cash, his words seeming like they should make sense or strike a chord with your messed up memory, but you couldn’t shake this—weird—feeling. 

But Junmyeon continued on without seeing your turmoil. “Then maybe a few weeks after classes had begun, he approached me out of the blue and outright asked me if we were dating.” He started laughing at the admission and your eyes narrowed as you experienced a bit of deja vu—certain you had a conversation of this manor before. 

“And I told him there was no way in hell that would happen,” he paused to gauge your reaction and you scowled at him to which he sent you an over dramatic finger heart. “Sorry, you know I love you, but you’re not my type.”

“You’re not my type, either. Every time I look at you I still see naked Junmyeon from the seventh grade.” You retorted and shivered in response to the image you conjured up with your spoken words and giggled when he jumped back.

“Yah! You should’ve known to knock by then, especially if I told you I was getting ready to shower.”

“Who doesn’t lock the door when they’re about to shower?” You smiled as you spied the barest hint of pink gracing his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

“Whatever. We’re not getting into this right now.” He glared at you, seemingly blaming you for getting off track and you shrugged and he cleared his throat and continued. “Where was I? Oh yeah, and he seemed really relieved and said thanks and left. Then you told me that you gave him your number a few days later and the rest is history.” 

You blinked at his triumphant expression, wondering why he was acting like he did this big thing, when all he really filled you in on was something you could’ve gotten from almost anybody. “You told me nothing.” Rolling your eyes, you shook your head at him and eyed the phone in your lap silently.

He shrugged from his spot across from you. “You guys like each other—no, I’m pretty sure you guys are crazy in love with each other. I don’t really know much about anything else about your relationship details, other than you guys deserve to go jail from the amount of cutesy shit you pull out in public.”

It was unsettling to have him talk about you about events that you didn’t remember and decided to distract yourself with the phone that seemed so foreign and held it in your hands.

Your eyes grew wide at the number of calls and texts you received, your lock screen keeping your messages and caller ID’s hidden and you typed in your new passcode, studying the picture on your home screen you were registering for the first time, unlike the first time when you were so fixated on changing your passcode.

Again, it was Chanyeol, but it also had you in it. The two of you looked like to be in front of a building that you didn’t recognize, wearing casual street style clothing and had your arms around each other, cheesy wide smiles on your faces as you looked at the camera.

Seeing a picture with you in it, yet having no recollection made your skin crawl a bit and wondered if you could find anymore.

You grow silent as you somehow find yourself clicking on your gallery, scrolling through what seemed like hundreds upon hundreds of pictures of you and Chanyeol. Varying locations and all different types of photos greeted your vision; ones where you two smiled at each other, faux seriousness, ones where the two of you gave each other piggyback rides, ones at the movies, the arcade, the fair, wrapped up in each others embrace, there was even one where you had your arms around him after what seemed like a pretty intense soccer match, his hair matted to his forehead with most probably was sweat.

It was definitely you in the pictures you were staring at, but it seemed like a completely different person. This person on the screen looked so happy, so content, so carefree. That wasn’t you. Your gaze shifted to Chanyeol on the screen, always by your side, with his arms wrapped securely around you. Were you the one that put that wide smile on his face? So many memories shown, but you couldn’t account for any of them.

“Look don’t worry about it too much, okay? It sucks that you got hit in the head with a soccer ball and that you got amnesia from it,” he starts to chuckle in between words and tries to calm himself once he sees just how not impressed you are with his amusement. Clearing his throat, he tries again, “But you were really happy with Chanyeol, you were always telling me that he was the love of your life and that you were going to marry him one day, it was really disgusting.” A small smile came onto his lips at his words, seemingly reminiscing in the past.

“And you don’t have to jump back in if you don’t want, okay? Just... Just text him, at least. Tell him that you’re okay, he’s really worried and I had to convince him at least a dozen times to not stalk your house. I know that hearing you’re okay from you will really help calm him.”

Remembering all the missed calls and messages you had waiting for you, your eyes widened at the majority being from Chanyeol, some from Yerim and Kyungsoo, and weirdly, Sehun and Jongin.

Eyes furrowing at the name you had Chanyeol saved under, you began reading through his numerous texts.

Chan❤️

[3:40 PM] i’m so sorry y/n i shouldn’t have left you to go home all by yourself, even if jongin did it on my behalf. I just felt so guilty and upset at the way you were reacting to me

[3:43 PM] saying that we weren’t dating and that you didn’t like me, and refusing my help like i was a stranger

[3:46 PM] and you looked so scared and confused, i’m so sorry again, it really was an accident i would never hurt you on purpose, you know that, right?

[3:47 PM] I love you so much, please be okay

[3:55 PM] Just please answer your phone or answer my texts so i know you’re okay

[4:05 PM] I called Junmyeon and he said he didn’t know anything about you going to the hospital???

[4:00 PM] Please tell me someone took you

[4:00 PM] Your mom filled me in a bit, saying it’d be best if I stayed away so I wouldn’t stress you out more.

[4:01 PM] Which is smart.

[4:02 PM] The last thing I want is to stress you out even more

[4:03 PM] Which means I should probably stop sending all these messages.

[4:05 PM] Remember to get lots of rest and stay hydrated and to get plenty of protein and nutrients, okay?

[5:30 PM] If you could, please just let me know that you’re doing okay. Please.

Your lips quirk up a bit at the absurdity of everything and nodded to appease your friend, thinking that it might be the least you could do. 

Chanyeol did seem genuinely concerned, after all. 

Seeing you nod seemed to please him and he patted your shoulder twice before standing up, telling you that he’d better go home and tell his parents and Jooyeon that you were fine.

“Jooyeon?”

“My younger sister?”

“Oh, of course.” You shook your head and he laughed at your silly question and told you to get some rest and he’d text you tomorrow, you had the Friday off as orders from the doctor so you had a long weekend to look forward to.

But you couldn’t help but frown as he closed the door softly behind him, hearing him say goodbye to your mother before he left your house.

You could’ve sworn he had an older brother, not a younger sister.

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[myarlert]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋

# .01 — eren yeager, armin arlert, levi ackerman x fem!reader

# .02 — cw : smut : female reader is dominant but only in these short scenarios. m!sub characters.. [sorta]. names [use of baby, sweetheart.] praise, premature ejaculation, handjobs, oral [m. receiving + f. receiving.], giving them balls some lovely attention. squirting. a ruined orgasm.

# .03 — i popped off and i’m not sorry. maybe a p. 2 in the future.

minors do not interact

EREN YEAGER

taking eren by surprise would be a lot of fun. he wouldn’t consider your relationship being ‘dom/sub’, but there was this one night in particular where you took control and just thinking about it still rocks his shit. the second he saw you get that nasty smirk, hooking your arms under his and using every ounce of strength in your body to flip him over he knew he was done for. he would groan as he felt you go down, kissing a line down his tummy, leading down to his pants.

— ‘w-what are you doing?’ he’d ask, feeling your warm tongue brush against his cloth covered cock, already hard and needy. you playfully shrugged and as he started to sit up and reach for you, you stop him. placing a hand in the middle of his chest, you push him back and he lets out a breath. ‘baby.. you know i like being the one in cha-’ ‘do you want to cum eren?’ you look up at him with pretty doe eyes, laying on your tummy between his pretty thighs. you let your fingers dance around his cock, rubbing his pants against it and watching him shudder. he nods desperately and shifts to rest on his elbows, making sure to get a good look at you. you then take the zipper of his pants and oh so fucking slowly unzip and tug them down, but just though to let his cock and balls out. he takes in a sharp breath when he immediately feels your breath, warm and taunting against his balls. biting his lip, he watches and you take one hand and start stroking him, from the base all the way up to the tip, twisting your hand just a smidge and tightening it. you peer up and lower your head and suck his balls into your warm mouth. still stroking him but speeding up, you feel his thighs tense up, see his abs clench and watch as his mouth falls open and head rolls back. the noise that comes out of his mouth is absolutely pornographic. he brings a hand down to your head, holding you by the nape of the neck. ‘oh my f-fucking god baby.. i-i think i’m gonna fucking cum.. k-keep stroking just like that FUCK,’ he lifts his head and can see you smile with your eyes, gathering up all the drool n spit in your mouth. you release his balls with a pop and take a long lick up the length of his cock, letting your tongue flick on the slit, capturing some pre. the look on his face is almost angelic, brows furrowed, mouth hanging wide open and damn near tears gathering. ‘gonna cum f’ me ‘ren? hm?’ you take his tip in your mouth and let your tongue continue to kitty lick it. he nods, biting his lip and humming a soft mhm. you pull off just as you can feel his cock twitch in your hand, letting go all together and watching as he cums, letting out a strangled absolutely wrecked moan, his seed landing all over his chest, tummy and thighs. ‘why the fuck did you do that baby.. i was so good for you..’

ARMIN ARLERT

he would come home from a long day, absolutely exhausted and just wanting to be in your arms but seeing as he always wants to be the one to make you feel good, you decide to change the way of things and take it into your own hands, making him feel so fucking good. he would kick off his shoes, take off his jacket and immediately have his lips on yours, hands holding your sides, drifting up and down maybe even going down to squeeze your ass.

— ‘armin.. come with me..’ hearing this he nods, following you like a puppy to the bedroom. he watches you crawl onto the bed, sitting against the headboard, spreading your knees and patting the spot between them for him to sit. he loosens his tie and just as he’s about to crawl between those pretty thighs, you stop. ‘take off your pants and underwear. leave the shirt n tie on. alright ‘min?’ he blinks at you and is silent for a moment, his mouth hanging open. this sudden burst of confidence you got in telling him what to do absolutely is turning him on to the max. he nods and smirks, quickly unbuckling his belt, sliding it off and then taking off his pants and briefs in one motion. you bite your lip and smile at the sight of him already being hard, fucking loving the effect you have on him at times like this. ‘you’re so handsome ‘min.. did you know that? cmere.. lemme take care of you.’ he all but moans at this, crawling between your open legs, gently leaning his back against your chest. his hands rest on your knees, stroking them softly and wrapping them to rest just under your calves. he does this also to keep himself steady since he has an idea about what’s to come. ‘had a long day hm? you’re so tense.. i got you baby.’ you whisper in his ear, watching as his eyes close and he rests his head back against your shoulder. he flinched and bites his lip again as he feels your hands beginning to touch and get his cock all wet. you remove a hand and bring it to his lips, ‘lick it for me. get it all wet.’ he does as you ask, his warm, wet tongue tickling the palm of your hand. ‘please baby.. please fucking jerk me off..’ he whines, wanting to feel your warm hands touching him again. as soon as he does, he tenses up again. he hisses and furrows his brows, pushing his head against your shoulder. you start stroking him again, letting your hand close a little more around his tip each time on the way up. ‘gonna cum so fucking fast baby i-’ he has a slight chuckle behind his words that you find so attractive at a time like this. his stomach was twitching, his thighs threatening to close at each pass. pre now spilling down, aiding in your actions with your hand, you allow your other hand to rest against his abs, digging your nails into the skin there. ‘fuck baby… SHIT,’ his hand spread down into the mattress below him, lifting his entire body with the force behind his orgasm, broken grunts and a strained moan tumbles out as his cum is now splattered on his abs, your thighs and your hand. as he was coming down, you allowed him to fuck his cock into your hand, feeling his body become heavier and looser. ‘does that feel better ‘min? was i able to help enough?’ you pushed the hair on his forehead back and pressed a soft kiss there, his hairline sweaty. he nods and lets out a shaky breath. ‘fuck yeah. thank you sweetheart, i definitely needed that.’

LEVI ACKERMAN

doesn’t care who’s in charge, just as long as both of you get off that’s all that matters to him. correction, as long as he can make you cum is all that matters to him. that’s why tonight, he gave you a choice. ‘either you can let me fuck you absolutely dumb orrrr you use me to get you off.’ he’d say. and how could you pass that up?

— he was already between your thighs, holding them open and his needy lips kissing all over your lips n clit. he loved kissing your clit, how he could feel it fucking throb against this lips. ‘remember what i said? i want you to use me to get yourself off. alright? grab my hair.. tug it all you want. i’m your fucking toy tonight.’ swallowing, you nodded. you planted your feet gently on his back, trapping his head between your legs, then running your fingers through his hair like he wanted you to do. he nods and locks eyes with you. you feel as he runs his tongue from your entrance all the way up, letting it flick against your clit a couple times then running back down, spreading his saliva. levi fucking loved this just as much as you did, and you know damn well this is going to end with him rutting his hips into the mattress. you tossed your head back, feeling him apply some suction there, his hands grip getting tighter on your hips, his thumbs rubbing it softly. ‘l-levi! just like that.. add a finger.. please!’ he does exactly as he’s told, bringing one hand down and prodding at your cunt with his middle finger, letting it get drenched in your slick before he begins easily sliding it in and out. he makes a point to curl it up right where your sweet spot is, smirking to himself as he successfully watches your head roll back and toes curl against his back. he mumbles against your clit, momentarily popping off, knowing how much you love the vibrations of it. you definitely felt the bed start to rock slowly, knowing damn well levi was digging his cock into the mattress, getting off on eating you out. you let out a nasty moan at the idea alone, combined with the way his mouth is working you over. every time you moan, he groans against you, nearly constant. ‘a-nother finger.. please..’ he shakes his head against you, loving the way you were tugging the hell outta his hair, his scalp burning but in the best of ways. but he did, he added another finger just as you wanted. his long fingers stretching you out ever so slightly, not comparing in any way to his cock but the way he would curl them up every now and then and hit that spot that nearly had you screaming. he quickened his pace once he heard those certain noises from you, memorizing them and remembering them. you could feel his hips stutter against the bed and when you looked down at him to see his brows furrowed, and eyes closed tightly, a loud groan would come from his throat, transferring to your cunt, his fingers stuttering and you know that he just came. ‘l-levi.. please, i’m so close!’ you take hold of his head, grinding your hips up against it, feeling his nose brush against your clit so fucking good. his lips would suck and suck, abusing your clit as his fingers would press on that spot without moving. squeezing your eyes shut you felt that urge. the most nasty, pornographic moan slipped from your lips as you gushed all over levi’s face. he smiled against you and fucked you through it. ‘you did so good levi.. thank you.. mmm.’ you smile down at him. as he sits up, you see the cum stain on the sheets, how hard his cock still is having been drained once already. ‘never said we were done.’

MYARLERT ©️ 2022

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

handmaid - 03

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: i love writing ingenue readers, it’s my absolute favourite thing. i hope you enjoy xx

NEXT CHAPTER

The contract.

That goddamn contract had haunted Y/N throughout the whole night. There were several points that not only made her even more scared of the myth that was the mob boss Sebastian Stan, but made her fear for her own safety if she were to slip outside those rules. On the other hand, several other points stated and talked about terms she’d never really heard of. It made sense to her why no one dared oppose him, if she was being completely honest, she didn’t feel like opposing him. Things were different in his family than the tight knitted Forrests, more technical even, all held up by blood contracts that made it sound like she herself was selling her soul in order to serve him.

This was not the way things had been taught to her. No. She had always been treated as almost a foster daughter of Mr. Forrest, going to the same prestigious schools as his daughter, attending the same events, being cared for the same way with only the price of making sure Gwen kept her feet on earth and was safe enough by constantly having her by her side. The Stans had an almost hierarchic way of doing business with the family itself being at the top while the employees stood right at the end of the pyramid. She couldn’t blame them for that, after all, they had held the highest rank in all of the families for over a century, but it still wasn’t free of criticism. 

Gwen had returned from her date with the mysterious guy with a spring on her step, and purple hickeys on her neck and collarbones. She had just sighed at the sight, rolling her eyes at the very much engaged woman’s behaviour. Y/N didn’t want to blame her or shame her into at least trying, fully knowing it was common for mistresses and affairs to occur in the mafia. However, Gwen was her friend and she’d rather have her try to at least be friends with Sebastian. Nevertheless, that probably wouldn’t happen and she should probably prepare herself to discuss the contract with someone who could possibly kill her and make it look like an accident. Could she even amend a contract? She didn’t know, but she was gonna try.

With all the might she could, she strutted towards his office, taking a deep breathe in. You’re a powerful woman, Y/N, she told herself. Powerful woman, Catherine Tramell levels of power. With all that, she knocked on the door, mumbling his name and wondering if she could run away had he not heard it. Sadly he did, telling her to come in. She opened the door, shaking like a leaf on a windy night. There he was, sprawled over his office chair like a king in his throne, slightly unbuttoned dress shirt.

     - Miss Y/N ... - her name rolled off the tip of his tongue just like honey, sickeningly sweet. Sebastian observed her too, her sleep filled eyes from what he guessed due to waiting for Gwen and her oversized baby pink dress which he was sure probably had belonged to Gwen too. - How can I help you?

     - I’m here for the contract. - she walked to his desk, contract in hands.

     - Did you sign it? - he questioned, pointing at the chair so she would sit down instead of spending the whole time on her feet. Not that he didn’t enjoy to see her standing.

     - Not really, I have a few questions. - she bit onto the skin of her bottom lip, placing the contract on top of his desk. - I also don’t agree with some points of this agreement.

    - It’s a contract, Miss Y/N. You sign it or you don’t sign it, we don’t discuss it because I have better things to do. - he put both his elbows on top of his desk but she instead opened the contract, pointing at one of the first bullet points right at the top. 

    - The subject will not pursue any legal action. Why would I pursue any legal action and why would I not be allowed to pursue it? - Sebastian chuckled, leaning against his chair with the most unnerving grin ever seen. 

    - Well, angel, if you were to pursue any legal action against me you wouldn’t win and considering your prior employer didn’t pay you ... I don’t think you have enough money to get good enough lawyer to fight mine. Even if you did, I own the jurors, whatever you did, I would still win.

    - I would still like the ability to sue you. - she crossed her arms. - Please. 

    - No, that stays. 

    - If that stays then this point ... - she changed to a different page, looking for the sentence she had highlighted the prior night. - The subject is to carry a firing weapon and receive training if untrained. This point leaves. 

    - That is also a hard no. It’s for yours and Miss Forrest’s protection.

    - Isn’t that what the weirdly suited man’s for? - his name was Christian and he constantly followed Gwen and Y/N around. Based on what she had noticed, he had at least two guns in his belt and was constantly annoyed at something. 

    - Alright, angel. How about you do the training and I don’t force you to carry around a gun? - he took a pen from his perfectly organised pen holder filled with the same matte coloured black pens. That type of organisation and colour matching was only seen in office supplies magazines. He turned the contract to himself, crossing it out and writing the newly discussed point. - Anything else?

    - When you said that all your employees must be submissive to orders ... how would you describe submissive? - Sebastian took a double look at her, wondering if she was teasing him but no. She had the most confused look he’d ever seen on someone’s face and he wondered how sheltered she was from the world she lived in. - Mr. Stan? 

    - Pardon me. - he woke up from his thoughtful state. His early morning brain did not dealt well with the words submissive followed by Mr. Stan in the same sentence, specially coming from her. - I think I would describe it as the dictionary describes it, Miss Y/N. Additionally, I believe I told you to call me Sebastian.

    - Yes, sorry. I just ... I don’t wanna, I don’t feel comfortable with the idea that I have to do everything you tell me to do. 

   - With all due respect, Miss Y/N, you are a handmaid. You’re a female servant and being a servant means you do everything you’re told.

   - Means I do everything Gwen tells me to me and even with that, it goes through some critical thinking. My loyalty does not lie with you until you’re married to Miss Forrest. - in any order circumstance, he would’ve had her punished for that snarky comment. However, this was Y/N and not only would the Forrests take it as an insult, he did not want to hurt such a precious little innocent thing. - So I would like that removed. 

   - I must say, Miss Y/N, you’re a good negotiator. - he crossed the point out, wondering if he’d ever regret it before handing it the pen back to her. - Now, would you please sign it?

   - Oh, alright. - she put the pen’s top up to her mouth, mindlessly bitting on it as she read the contract all over again, something Sebastian choose to advert his gaze from. His gaze only returned back to her as he heard the scribbling pen being put back on his desk. - I have a question. 

   - When don’t you have a question, Miss Y/N? - he put the pen back in its holder, filling her contract along with the rest of his staff. 

   - Can I decorate my room? - she played with the hem of her dress, back again to bitting her lip. - Not that I don’t like your taste I ...

   - I didn’t decorate it myself, Miss Y/N. You can do whatever you please with your room as long as it doesn’t disturb its safety and over wall construction design. 

   - Thank you. - she gave him that cheek to cheek smile, getting up from the chair and moving it back to its initial state.

   - I hope to see you at the engagement party tonight, Miss Y/N. That is, if you’re not covering for Miss Forrest’s affairs. 

   - It’s a party, I’m sure she’ll attend. 

She closed the door behind her, letting go of the air she had been holding in like a nervous little kid. Her hands flew to her cheeks which were severally heated up, but at least she had gotten half of what she wanted and that was worth the whole nervous scenario that would probably haunt her during sleepless nights. Nevertheless, she had gotten her way and right now she had enough strength in her to go awake up a very grumpy sleeping Gwen. 

Y/N walked into her bedroom, opening the door quite harshly to see if it would wake up sleeping beauty but she remained still in her slumber, as if the very loud noise wasn’t even there. Annoyed, Y/N grabbed the remote from her dresser, pointing it towards the windows so they shades would give way for the natural light to enter in. That seemed to do the trick as Gwen hissed like a cat, hiding her head under the duvet which Y/N unceremoniously pulled away from her. 

    - Rise and shine, Gwen. - she held the duvet in her hand as Gwen raised her head, giving her the scariest glare she’d ever seen. - Next time don’t stay out until 5 AM. Don’t you have an engagement party to get ready for?

     - Shopping does sound like a great idea. - she sat down on her bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. - How do the hickeys look?

     - Like you were mauled by a bear. What do you even do with those boys that gets you looking like a TV hero after a fight? - they were fresh hickeys and just like any bruise they looked very red, starting to turn purple. Y/N might’ve never gotten a hickey but as a rather clumsy person, she did understood bruises very well which meant in a few hours that same hickey would start becoming very ugly. - Can’t you act like an engaged woman?

    - Can’t you act like less of a prude? - she grabbed her phone, turning it on to check for messages. 

    - Hey, I’m not a prude. - Y/N whined like a child, taking her phone away from her too. - Please go take a shower, put some makeup on those hickeys and get ready for lunch.

    - I wanna go shop for a new dress, Y/N. We can probably go and have lunch somewhere in the Upper East. - she wrapped herself in one of her countless satin robes. - I’m sure you can convince the Big Bad to allow us to go.

     - No. I covered for you last night and he caught me. I’m not gonna ask him for anything, you ask him, you’re his future wife.

     - C’mon, Y/N. What’s the worse he can do to you? - she could think of several things he could do to her that all ended up with her at the bottom of a lake sleeping with the fishes or whatever method of deposing he preferred. - He can’t kill you, that’s bad practice. 

     - No Gwen, you talk to him. I’m not gonna ask him anything after he caught me lying. - Y/N pulled the duvet back onto the bed as Gwen stepped into her wardrobe, looking at what to wear. - I’ll go grab my bag, I guess. 

     - I’ll talk to Sebastian, stop being such a scared little sheep. - Gwen screamed as she walked out and into her bedroom. Y/N eyes immediately scanned the room from side to side, wondering if someone had heard and thankfully no one had heard such thing.

She returned to her bedroom, taking note of a few things she would’ve grabbed from the shop to make it a bit more homey, maybe a nice dusty pink throw and some nice pillows. Yeah, that would make it look so much better.

Y/N grabbed her bag, putting her purse and phone in it before going down the stairs where a very annoyed Gwen was standing next to Sebastian who constantly had the same stoic look that made anyone want to immediately bow down.

     - Sebastian is coming with us. - Gwen shot him a glare for which he didn’t mind too much. 

     - If you’re gonna behave like a child, I’ll treat you like a child. - Y/N just followed them onto the lift, exchanging an uncomfortable look with the chauffeur as Gwen huffed, understanding she was not gonna have her way with this. 

The journey to the Upper East Side shopping street was even more uncomfortable. Everyone was mostly quietly, Gwen unhappy with not getting her way which was foreign to her, the chauffeur who barely spoke to begin with, Sebastian in the front looking over some papers and Y/N trying to turn invisible. Soon enough they were on the street with Y/N following Gwen into Prada, her favourite shop, along with the security guard while Sebastian took off to go somewhere else.

Going into expensive stores was something Y/N was used too but it still made her feel wildly out of place. From the clerks handing them expensive champagne to Gwen going over several newly in. She walked out in a red bodied dress that flared out from her waist, giving a little twirl.

    - Does this dress say forced engagement or not? - Gwen asked, shaking her hair a bit for volume. - I need a matching mask.

    - I thought you said covering your face was sacrilege. - Y/N leaned against the comfy coach in the changing room.

    - It’s a masquerade party. It’s really in right now, besides, a man in a mask is always entrancing.

    - Please don’t make out with someone at your own engagement party.

    - Alright, Y/N ... - she turned around. - I really don’t need your criticism right now.

    - I’m ... I’m sorry. - she bite onto her lip, getting up from the coach, picking onto the skirt of the dress. - I’ll wait with Amos outside. 

Gwen crossed her arms, watching her leave. Y/N knew for a fact she wasn’t being critic out of meanness alone, she just didn’t want her friend to be gossiped about in mob circles. She was a smart girl with capacity to take over her father’s place if it came the time to do so, however, Y/N guessed maybe her opinion wasn’t called for. 

She stepped in outside to stay with the very silent security guard. Did his contract say he couldn’t speak? Y/N didn’t know, at least it was better to be there without having Gwen wanting to have her head on a plate.

    - Found a dress already? - she turned to where the voice was coming, finding Sebastian waiting by the parked car. 

    - Oh, no. I have a dress at home, besides ... Gwen will probably buy two so if she doesn’t like the one I choose, I can always wear the one she doesn’t. 

    - Do you always let Miss Forrest pick what you wear? - he cocked his head to the side. - And you had an issue with being submissive to orders?

    - It’s not the same thing. - she crossed her arms, rolling her eyes.

    - Did you just roll your eyes at me? - he chuckled darkly, noticing how one of her hands came to rest upon one of her heated up cheeks. - Have you ever had a piece of clothing that wasn’t a hand out?

    - My school uniform was mine, I still have it, very soft dress shirt. 

    - Come on. - he snapped his fingers for one of his security men to follow him. Y/N scrunched her face, holding her bag as she walked behind him until he stopped in front of a store front which Y/N recognised as one of Gwen’s favourite shops to go in. Oscar de La Renta. - We’re getting you first new piece of clothing. 

    - I can afford a napkin from Oscar de La Renta. Much less a dress.

    - Consider it a gift from me. 

    - I can’t ... - she was interrupted by his phone ringing. He took it off his pocket, face lines intensified as he noticed the name on it. 

    - Stephen, make sure Miss Y/N gets a dress. 

    - Wait, Sebastian, I don’t need ... - he picked up his phone stopping her mid sentence. She stood there, watching him walk down the street on the phone. Biting her lip, with a little naughty smile, she entered the store with the security guard behind her.

Time to buy a dress. 

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[jalapeno-princess]

Coffee For Your Head

(He’s so pretty)

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Angst with some fluff and a happy ending 

Word Count: 7.1K

Summary: After an exhausting and frustrating day at work, all you want to do is go home and fall apart in your boyfriend’s arms. However, a comment that is meant to be a joke turns in to a full blown argument between you and Mark; causing you to storm out of your shared apartment. 

A/N: Hey guys, so this week has been pretty shitty. I had to pay $700 to get my car fixed only to have someone steal my muffler (Hawaii is not the paradise everyone paints it out to be) but I’m not letting it get in the way of my life. Anyways, this imagine was inspired by that deathbed coffee for your head song but literally just the first verse (the song is actually so sad). I also have a couple of surprises for you all! The last and final chapter of crazy little thing called love is in the works, and I’ve decided to make a part 2 to “nobody compares to you” by popular request, so stay tuned. I’m also a few followers away from 700 that’s crazy!! Anyways, happy reading!

Never in the four years of your relationship has Mark ever felt like he didn’t want to look at you. Hell, there was never a time he wasn’t looking at you. From the moment Mark first laid his eyes on you, he was captivated by your beauty in ways he has never experienced before. 

Some days, he had to force himself to stop admiring your breathtaking looks so that you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. After what took weeks of building up the courage to ask you out on a date, it didn’t take him long to realize that you were just as beautiful on the inside as you were on the outside. He honestly felt as if he was the luckiest man on earth to be the one who was extremely blessed to love you. 

Unfortunately, the two of you had your first actual fight just a few hours prior and he honestly wishes he could go back in time and keep his mouth shut so that the two of you wouldn’t have been in this disheartening situation. Although there were a few times the two of you would disagree and have a couple quarrels here and there, this was the first time you actually stormed out of your shared apartment out of anger and frustration. 

He was well aware that he went too far tonight; Mark knew you like the back of his hand. Just by your posture and the way you slammed your bag down on the counter, he had a feeling something bad must have happened at work. You were a registered nurse at your local hospital and as much as you wish you could say being a nurse was everything you could ever hope and pray it would be; it was quite the opposite. 

Sure, you had the honor of witnessing many miracles such as pregnancies, watching patients win their battles against cancer—just being able to help anyone in need were a few perks that came with being a nurse. However, being a nurse also came with great responsibility. There were lives on the line and just the simplest mistake; giving a patient the wrong medication, scheduling the wrong surgery or assigning the wrong diet could really affect the lives of those you were in charge of. 

Being a nurse was very exhausting; you were constantly on your feet for eight to ten hours a day and there were many people, either the patients or family members of the patients who always felt the need to take out their stress and worry on you. Tonight had been one of the most tiring and stressful days at work and there was nothing more you wanted to do than to change in to your pajamas and fall asleep in your boyfriend’s warm embrace. It was obvious Mark had other plans. 

Normally, whenever you came home so distraught and obviously shaken up, Mark would do whatever he could to comfort you and make you feel better. He didn’t understand what got over him tonight though—what started as a joke about you leaving the dirty dishes from earlier that morning in the sink as his way to cheer you up turned in to hours of yelling at each other and getting at each other’s throats. 

You told him he was a selfish, egotistical asshole who didn’t care about anyone but himself and he called you an aggressive bitch who takes things too seriously. As soon as he saw tears falling from your cheeks while you yanked at your purse and your keys that were still on the kitchen counter before storming outside, Mark was well aware that he fucked up. You weren’t a sensitive person; you did cry occasionally when work could be too much for you to handle, when you felt home sick being 3,000 miles away from your family or if there was a sad scene in a movie the two of you watched together then yeah—you would shed some tears, but it was only natural. 

When you guys did argue—if ever—you did tear up out of irritation; but you never allowed Mark to see how much your little disputes would hurt you because you didn’t want to feel vulnerable. He may have been your boyfriend, but you didn’t want him—or anyone for that matter, taking advantage of how timorous and fragile you were as a person. It took him a while to process that you actually left. He was too focused on the fight; there were so many things he believed he wanted to say to you in the heat of the moment, but he knew it was best that he didn’t. 

Now that he was all alone in the apartment, he felt like complete and utter shit. He knew the entire fight could have been prevented if he had just kept his mouth shut. What came over him that he felt the need to make such a stupid comment? You weren’t all that familiar when it came to California seeing as how you would only go out for work, with friends or with Mark. 

California was different at night; it’s was more dangerous and scarier, even for your boyfriend who has been living there his entire life. Seeing as how your family lived in New York and you hardly made any friends in the couple years of living in the relatively sunny state other than a couple coworkers, he had no idea where you could have run off to. For all he knew, you were at a bar getting drunk off of your ass and someone could have been taking advantage of you—or worse, you could have been driving and got in to a car accident because of how frustrated you were. 

From what he experienced with being in the passenger seat while you drove, he had to admit you weren’t exactly the best driver. You had two of the worst qualities a driver could have—impatience and anger. Normally, you were calm and collective. Even if life as a nurse could get very hectic and frantic at times, not once in your three years of working at the hospital did you show that you were on the verge of a mental breakdown. 

Mark never understood how you did it—but you were very good at managing your time and completing your tasks while under pressure. Your driving however was a completely different story. As much as he could only hope and pray you were somewhere safe, it wasn’t enough to stop the many negative thoughts and scenarios that his conscience came up with. Out of force of habit, he turned on the news to make sure nothing bad happened to you—God, why didn’t he just keep his mouth shut? If he just gave up his pride and took in to consideration the stress you were under, you’d be cuddling in his arms right now while the two of you watch reruns of Cake Boss—but instead, you were out driving in the freezing cold, alone and angry. He had no idea what he should do; even if he were to give in and admit his faults first, what good would it do? You were just as stubborn as he was. 

Knowing your headstrong tendencies, there was a big chance you would leave his messages unread and let his calls go to voicemail. He couldn’t blame you though, if it were the other way around and you were the one trying to get in touch with him, Mark would’ve ignored your attempts entirely. His guilty conscience got the best of him only after ten minutes; he knew there was no way he’d be able to go to sleep without finding out your whereabouts.

Mark: Hey. 11:56 p.m.

Mark: I’m sure you’re still mad at me and my apologies probably mean jack shit to you right now but just know that I am really fucking sorry. 11:56 p.m.

Mark: You don’t have to return my calls, but do you think you could at least let me know that you’re safe? 11:58 p.m.

Mark: I didn’t mean anything I said—you know me better than I know myself baby. I would never do or say anything to purposely hurt you. Fuck, the last thing I ever want to do is upset you y/n. I’m sorry I’ve made you so sad. 12:03 p.m.

Mark: I love you so much y/n. Please come home soon. 12:03 p.m.

He tossed his phone somewhere on the floor before releasing a frustrating groan—where could you have gone? A lot of places were closed at this time of hour and he decided that since you were driving, there was no way you could be drinking. Any club or bar was immediately crossed off of his list. There was also no way you’d go back to the hospital; it was painfully obvious that something occurred during your shift that made your mood sour—so you probably didn’t want to get near the establishment until you had to return back to work in the morning. 

Shit, that’s right. 

You had another shift in less than eight hours, God, Mark really felt like the biggest asshole on the planet. Knowing that there was a huge chance he wouldn’t be hearing from you any time soon, he decided to set up camp in the living room just in case you came back home and wanted to go straight to bed. He was also secretly hoping that you read his messages and forgave him; or at least felt a little less infuriated with him. 

No matter how much he tried to take his mind off of you, there was nothing that could distract him. None of the many video games he owned nor the new unsolved mysteries series Netflix had to offer could ease his unsettling nerves. Something inside of Mark was telling him to go out and look for you, but he knew that wasn’t a good idea. Honestly, he wouldn’t even know where to start. California was huge—he’d probably drive in circles for hours. 

The idea of getting in contact with his friends also popped in to his mind; you’ve grown close to his group of friends over the course of your relationship to the point where you could consider them all family. However, you were the kind of person who hated being a burden to others. You also didn’t want to involve anyone in your personal business unless you really had to. 

All he could do was lie on the couch and stare at the ceiling; growing more and more irritated with himself as the minutes went by. Your disheartened facial expression was imprinted in the back of his mind—this was the first time you looked at him in a way other than lovingly and with so much adoration in your eyes. He hated it; hated himself even more. 

He just really wanted you home safe. 

Your boyfriend had no idea how long he was waiting for you; minutes felt like hours as he continued to lie on the couch, doing nothing. As soon as he heard the click of the door sound off, he abruptly sat up; not caring if he seemed too eager. He sincerely meant everything he said over text message—your health and your safety meant more to him than his stupid ego. 

His heart began to race watching you walk in; there was nothing more he wanted to do than to run over to you and pull you in to his embrace while he repeatedly apologized for everything that he said and all the hurt he made you suffer through. For his inconsiderate actions, for not running after you, for allowing his pride and wanting to be the winner of the argument get in the way. But you looked so exhausted—so tired. Your body language spoke for you; it was evident that you were probably still hurt from his words and from what he learned with past experiences, you probably just wanted to go to sleep. He was curious if you got around to reading his messages or if you listened to his many voicemails.

His heart was begging him to get up and make his way over to you, but his mind didn’t want to make matters worse. Although he wanted to fix things immediately, he was going to wait for you to take control of the situation. You slowly took off your sandals and made your way in to the kitchen. The battle going on between his mind and his heart was currently consuming his thoughts; as much as he knew it would’ve been better to continue giving you his space, his heart had other plans. 

You looked as though you saw a ghost when you heard him make his presence known and only then did Mark realize it was 2:15 in the morning. His chest hurt when he saw you tense up; he began regretting his decision. You obviously weren’t ready for reconciliation. 

“What are you still doing up?” 

You still had your back faced toward him, but he was going to take whatever he could get. Instead of continuing to ignore him, which is honestly what he felt he deserved, you actually responded to him. It had to be a good thing—right? 

“I know you’re well aware that there was no way I’d be able to go to sleep knowing you were out all by yourself this late in a city you’re not all that familiar with. Especially because I was the reason. I—I was so worried.” 

The tension in the room was thick; he was practically walking on eggshells while thinking about what to say next. You were the definition of a sensitive person and it was a trait of yours that Mark was still getting used to. It was the truth though—Mark cared about you more than he did anyone else on this hell forsaken earth. If something were to happen to you, he didn’t know what he would do with himself. You were his person. That man would die for you if he had to. He found himself reaching out to you as a force of habit, but he retracted his hand as soon as he realized what he was doing. 

“Can we—can we talk?” 

You took in a deep breath and finally allowed yourself to turn around and face him. There was no way around this—you knew as you drove around that he would want to talk sooner or later. When you saw that he was still awake, you weren’t surprised. Being with him for all these years, you’ve grown to learn that Mark never allowed you to go to bed angry. He was the type to want to solve your problems before you were to fall asleep. 

The idea of you crying yourself to sleep because of something he said made his heart hurt. Only once in your entire relationship did you go to bed without listening to Mark’s apologies and it was because you didn’t want to deal with the drama any longer. He felt extremely bad that entire day though and when you arrived home that night, there was a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite cake from your favorite bakery and a stuffed animal all sitting on the counter. 

Mark was going to make sure you knew just how sorry he was, even if it meant having to sleep on the couch tonight. You were much more calm than you were when you first stormed out. Right after the fight, you went straight to your car and sat in it for a while; allowing yourself to breathe and come to your sense before driving away. Then, you decided to go drive around the city until you pulled up to a 24-hour coffee shop. 

The exhaustion from your extremely stressful day was finally taking over you; and since you planned to stay out for at least another hour or two, you were going to need something that would keep you from falling asleep—and what better than a caramel macchiato with three shots of espresso? To your delight, you were the only customer there; you didn’t want anyone witnessing your breakdown as you cried quietly to yourself while remembering Mark’s harsh words that he directed towards you. 

Mark was the only good thing going for you in your life at the moment; all you wanted to do was collapse in his arms and have him comfort you—you wanted him to run his fingers through your hair while you were perched up on his lap, hiding your face in the juncture of his neck. Every single time you had a rough day, whether it was because of work, or something else going on in your life; but your boyfriend was really good at taking your mind off of any problems, worries or negative thoughts that you had. 

Coming home, only to hear him complain about how you didn’t wash your cereal bowl made your blood boil. You were scolded by your manager for almost giving a patient the wrong medication and it was the mistake of your colleague in training—yet you didn’t have the heart to confess that it wasn’t your fault. You understood how intimidating it was for first and second year residents; you’ve been there before, so you were fine taking the blame for something that you didn’t do. However, hearing your manager insult you and claim that you were inadequate and had no idea what you were doing made you feel as if it were true. 

The last thing anyone in the medical field wanted to hear was that they weren’t good at their job. You didn’t go through so many years of crying over how hard clinicals were on top of pulling all-nighters every single week there was a test or exam just for someone to make you feel like you had no clue on how to complete the tasks given to you. This was the first time you were scolded for something that you didn’t think was all that bad; the medication the patient was meant to take helped with soothing a sore throat. The one that the medical resident gave them had to do with decreasing heartburn—it wasn’t like it was a life or death situation. 

Mark never did anything to upset you purposely; sure, he had a tendency to leave the toilet seat up every now and then and sometimes he would get crumbs all over the couch, but that was as bad as it would get. When he called you a bitch, it genuinely felt like a slap to the face. It physically hurt and you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched in anger as he continued to say such hurtful things to you. At one point while you were drinking your coffee, it became bitter—which was odd considering how sweet it actually was and you found yourself no longer wanting to finish it. 

Your argument with Mark was just taking up the entirety of your thought process that you were growing agitated with anything and everything. After reading his text messages and listening to a few of his voicemails, you didn’t know how to react. Mark Tuan was never the type to admit to his wrongdoings; he had so much pride and such a big ego—but not once did he ever use it towards you. You’ve watched the way he became ruthless while playing video games and said some things to his friends that you considered to be a joke; something he said to throw them off while being focused on winning. 

Even at work, if he did something wrong, he’d never admit to his faults. That’s just who he was; so for him to say that he was wrong—that he didn’t mean a thing that he said and he shouldn’t have upset you at all gently pulled on your heartstrings and you found yourself throwing away the remainder of your beverage and making your way back to the apartment. 

You weren’t sure what was going to happen once you were to walk in the door; he might have apologized, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he was going to talk to you or apologize again in person. Your mind would not let you get any rest; it was currently in a battle with your heart—your stupid, stupid heart that belonged to the man that made you feel like you were wrong for having a bad day. 

That—you had no right to lash out on him. You wished he would have heard you out first before attacking you for something so small and unnecessary; he could’ve washed the damn dishes himself if he was so bothered. But your heart wouldn’t stop telling you to forgive him. His job could get extremely frustrating sometimes. It might not have been as time consuming or energy draining as yours, but there were times where he would need you to hold him every now and then because his executives expected so much out of him. 

He probably had just as much of a hard day as you did—maybe he came home pissed off from something that happened at work and noticing that there was dishes in the sink that he knew were there from this morning got on his nerves. You felt like he could have handled it better though and you couldn’t help but think like he was growing tired of having to be your backbone; having to comfort you almost every single day on top of his own problems. Your mind wouldn’t stop coming up with all these thoughts and lies you knew weren’t true and you were well aware that it was best to start heading back to your place knowing that you had to be up again in less than five hours. 

Seeing him practically leap at the sight of you walking through the door sent so many emotions to your chest. You hated any time spent away from him—there were occasions where your schedules would collide and the only time you would see him was right before bed or if you were coming home from a graveyard shift while he was getting ready to leave for his job. 

The dried tears on his cheek confused you; he was the one who caused all of the drama and he had no problem making you feel like you were overreacting and being too sensitive. You were upset with yourself for wanting to walk over towards him and wrap your arms around him—but it was only natural for you to want to do so. 

For the entire duration of your shift, he was all you could think about; the thought of Mark was what kept you sane throughout the entire day. No matter how upset he made you, he was still the love of your life—your best friend, your favorite person, your soulmate. One fight wasn’t going to tarnish or falter your feelings for him in any way. 

Arguments were considered healthy in a relationship; sure, you could have done without the harsh words being thrown back and forth to one another, but you realized in the coffee shop that you would rather bicker and disagree with Mark every now and then for the rest of your life, then to have a relationship filled with constant joy and laughter with someone else. 

It was obvious that he was probably just as tired as you were, but the thought of him staying up worrying about where you were and waiting for you to arrive back home filled your stomach with butterflies. You made your way towards the dining table and took a seat; you waited for him to make the first move because you didn’t know where to start. 

“Did you—uh—happen to get my texts?” 

You decided to keep your gaze on the cup of coffee he placed in front of you; you didn’t even notice him heating some up for you. Your boyfriend was very observant of the way that you practically lived on coffee; on the days you had morning shifts, he would set an alarm to wake up before you and prepared all the things you needed so that you had less to worry about—coffee being your number one necessity. If you were to look up at him, you were well aware that you would probably cry just at the thought of how considerate he was even under a negative circumstance. 

“Yes. I didn’t have a chance to read them though.” 

That was a lie. You read every single one of his messages; each message pulling on your heartstrings the more you continued scrolling through them. Although you no longer held any anger towards Mark, you didn’t want to give him the benefit of the doubt. A part of you also wanted to hear him apologize in person rather through messages—but you felt in your gut that he would sooner or later. Honestly, you wanted to wait until you were to come home from work tomorrow afternoon so that you were well rested enough to have the right mindset if another argument broke out. 

“Oh. Well, I—For starters, I want to apologize for the way I acted towards you. I don’t know what made me say the things I did—I meant it as a joke but you obviously didn’t think it was funny and I don’t know why I expected you to. I’m so fucking sorry y/n. I was an asshole and you didn’t deserve it at all. I know I said some really cruel things in the heat of the moment, but I hope you know I didn’t mean any of it. You’re not a bitch nor are you over-emotional and you don’t get on my nerves. At all. I just—hearing you say those things about me sparked something inside that I wanted to hurt you as much as you hurt me. It took every bone in my body not to run after you. I’ll admit, sure—it was because I wanted to give you your space, but I was also very prideful and still so irritated with the entire ordeal. I regret every single thing I said and did tonight as soon as I realized just how scary it is being out late at night by yourself. I’ve never hated myself more than I did in these last two hours worrying about where you could have gone and what you were doing. I couldn’t stop thinking about your broken expression as you grabbed your things and stormed out the door.” 

His voice quickly grew shaky; you knew he was on the verge of crying again just by the tone of his voice. For some reason, you found yourself giving in to him and finally looked up. It felt like a slap to the face; seeing him with the most heart wrenching frown—not once in your relationship did you ever question Mark’s love for you and right now, hearing that he beat himself up for the last few hours while he was going crazy thinking of the many possibilities that something bad happened to you made you come to the realization that the beautiful man in front of you loved you more than you could ever fathom in to words. 

“I know you’re tired from work—I don’t know why I didn’t just keep my mouth shut. If I could, I’d go back and prevent this entire night from happening. I was so fucking scared y/n. You don’t know California all that well; you could have taken a wrong turn and ended up on your way to Las Vegas—your car could have broken down in the middle of nowhere and someone could have came and—I don’t even want to think about it. I’m sorry for hurting you—I know you’re well aware that I would rather sit and suffer through listening to Yugyeom and BamBam screaming while playing MarioKart than to hurt you in any possible way. You don’t have to forgive me. Hell, scream at me; yell at me, hit me, do whatever you want to me. Just know that I’m extremely sorry, and I’ll do whatever I have to in order to get you to trust me again.” 

He hesitantly stood up and didn’t even spare a glance at you before making his way back into the living room. You were upset that he didn’t give you any time to respond, but at the same time—you were extremely grateful. Right after he left you all alone at the table, you allowed the tears to flow freely from your eyelids as his apology continuously replayed in your mind. Whatever exhaustion you felt from earlier that disappeared right after you abruptly left the apartment was quickly returning—though, you didn’t know if you were physically tired or just mentally drained at this point. 

You gave yourself a couple of minutes alone just to plan out what you were going to do. Going to sleep sounded like the most rational decision to make; especially because you were meant to wake up in less than four hours to work another long, grueling and tiresome ten-hour shift. But you didn’t want to go to bed on bad terms with Mark. If he was willing to give up his pride and raise the white flag first just to make sure you were well aware that he was extremely regretful and apologetic of his actions, then it was only righteous of you to forgive him. You got up from your seat and put away the cup of coffee before taking in a deep breath and making your way in to the living room. 

The lights were off; but the lights from the hallway were still dimly lit enough for you to notice that Mark was lying down on the couch with a pillow and a blanket wrapped around him. This was the first time since you moved in together that you found him outside on the couch. A small smirk raised on your face—your boyfriend was always so courteous and considerate. 

He began tossing and turning in order to find a sleeping position he would be comfortable in. Your couch was pretty spacious and the two of you have slept on it countless times while watching movies together, but you were sure he was probably bummed by your response or lack thereof. You walked over to the end of the couch and gently tapped his thigh with your knee to get his attention. 

“What are you doing?” 

Although there was barely enough light to even see his figure, you were able to see him shrug nonchalantly at your question—as if you already knew the answer. 

“You’re still mad at me. I don’t want to make matters even worse. I’m giving you your space—“ You surprised both yourself and your boyfriend by flopping on top of him, earning yourself a soft whimper. Nonetheless, his hands made their way down towards your lower back without hesitance. His heart was racing against your chest; you had a feeling he wasn’t expecting for you to forgive him tonight let alone throw yourself in top of him. The two of you sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the only sound that could be heard was your breaths and his fingers tapping lightly on your skin. He placed a couple of gentle kisses on your jaw and gripped at your chin; lifting it up to make eye contact with you. 

“I lied. I did read the messages and I cried like a baby—you ass. Okay, I’m gonna start off by admitting that there were some things I also said that were out of line and that I did not mean. You are not a bad boyfriend at all Mark—you are the best boyfriend—hell, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. A lot of what I said was because I was so pissed off at you. I had such a terrible day at work. I was scolded by my manager twice for things I didn’t do, I had to work two extra hours to help out because three people called in sick, I was thrown up on and my break was cut short because we were so low staffed today and everyone in California all seemed to have kidney malfunctions on the same damn day. All I wanted to do was fall apart in your arms and have you comfort me like you always do—but then I come home and you make a comment about how lazy I am and I just—I cracked. Normally you’re always so good at picking up on the fact that I’ve had shit days; so, for you to make me feel even worse when all I wanted to do was find solace in you—it made me so fucking sad. And then I went out and drove for a while but I came to the realization that it wasn’t a good idea for me to roam around in a city I’m not familiar with while I was fuming so I went to a coffee shop and just thought about everything.” 

Feeling his grip on your hips tighten only made it evident that your words had an effect on him. Sure, you were telling your side of the story and you had every right to—Mark deserved to hear what an asshole he was towards you—the last person in his life that he ever wanted to hurt. But he could just picture you sitting in your car; sobbing and blaming yourself like you’ve done multiple times in the past even if it wasn’t your fault. You were the kind of person who had a tendency to think you were the reason why things went wrong. 

Usually, it was in situations at work; but he couldn’t help but feel as if you were beating yourself up about the argument that could have honestly been prevented if he observed your posture and body language and just kept his mouth shut. You wiped away a tear that fell from his cheek before placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

“I wanted to continue giving you your space, but I had so many negative thoughts running through my mind. I was so, so worried about you. Baby I am so fucking sorry—“ you playfully pinched his cheek before covering his mouth with your hand. 

“No more apologies okay? Our argument is in the past. I just want you to know what happened and why I decided to return back so soon. If I’m being honest with you, I was planning on staying out until I had to head in to work again but sleeping in my car is not the most easiest thing to do. You hurt me Mark—I know it wasn’t purposely but for a few minutes, I actually contemplated on staying at a hotel or something. I didn’t want to see you for the rest of the night and I hated that I felt like that—even if it was for a split second. I always want you Mark. Every second—every minute—every hour spent away from you is spent thinking about you. What you’re doing, if you ate your meals on time, how you’re doing, if you miss me the way I can’t stop missing you, when I’ll get to see you next—then I got your message and they just solidified the love you have for me. Not that I ever questioned it once in our three years of dating. I’m sorry about the dishes—I’m sorry if I haven’t been myself these last few days but please Mark—I’m not acting this way on purpose. I’m so tired. You’re the only reason why I don’t end up in a mental institution at the rate I’m going. I’ll try to be better okay? I love you too by the way—so much.” 

The longer you spoke, the more tears fell from his eyes knowing how you must’ve felt so unhappy while overthinking the argument and just your entire day in general and he just felt so angry with himself. It was one thing for him to think about how much the argument must have bothered you, but it was another thing to hear you confess what had happened at work before coming home to a nagging and complaining boyfriend. 

He felt sick to his stomach and it was even more upsetting because he didn’t have the right words to explain just how sorry he was nor did he know what to do to make it known that he was regretful of the entire situation. Your boyfriend didn’t give you any time to prepare; he cupped your face in his hands and roughly connected your lips together. His lips were chapped and dry and tasted like salt from the tears. However, his movements were dominant and quick; his desire and need to kiss you was all that was on his mind at the moment. 

He wanted you to feel how much he loved you and how remorseful he was through the kiss. His tongue pushed down all but gently against your bottom lip before bringing it in between his teeth. The kiss continued to deepen the longer your tongues battled for dominance; any anger you held for your boyfriend was completely gone at this point. As much as you loved the way his lips melded perfectly against yours, you were finally feeling the wave of exhaustion re-enter your body and to Mark’s disappointment, you pulled away and placed your forehead against his.

“Babeeeee—“

“Come on, let’s go to bed.” 

You got up from off of him and reached your hand out in order to help him up. Mark was the definition of a clingy boyfriend—everyone who knew the two of you both witnessed and heard just how possessive he was over you and how he constantly had to be touching on you. But nobody ever complained—it was so adorable. He wrapped his arms around your stomach and placed his head on your shoulder while letting you guid the two of you towards your shared bedroom. You attempted to escape his hold in order to move around freely, but he had other plans and continued to cling to you like a sloth.

“Babe, I have to get ready for bed—“

“You can get ready while I hold you.”

“I can’t take off my scrubs with your arms around me.”

“I guess that means I have to take them off for you—it would be my pleasure baby.” You rolled your eyes and gently shoved him while grabbing one of his shirts and making your way towards the bathroom. 

“Baby?” You hummed in curiosity and gingerly smiled at him. 

“It’s already 3 in the morning. Maybe you should call in sick. I don’t like the thought of you going to work with barely any amount of sleep and I know we’ve moved on from our argument—but it’s only human for you to think about it again. I don’t want you getting yelled at again if your manager senses that you’re tired. Plus, you’ve been working so much this last month. I know you love your job, but it’s okay to take a well deserved rest once in a while—“ 

He had a point. Besides Mark, work was your ultimate priority. Sometimes, you put the hospital before your own health and private life. There were occasions where Mark would invite you out with him and his friends, but a lot of the time, you would either be at work or sometimes be called in as you started getting ready. Working so much led to over exhaustion every now and then but no matter how sick you felt—whether it was a cold, the flu or nausea, you would still find yourself tending to patients. It was something Mark wasn’t all too fond of; especially because your boyfriend seemed to be the only one genuinely concerned about your well-being. 

As soon as you finished your nighttime routine, you wasted no time making your way towards where Mark was sitting on the bed and crawled on top of him. He gave you a tired yet toothy grin and pulled you close to his chest. His hands returned to your lower waist and he even playfully pinched your butt; earning himself a slap to the shoulder. You brought one of your hands in to his hair while cupping his cheek lovingly with the other. 

“I know you don’t want me apologizing anymore, but I just want to say sorry one last time. I can’t promise we won’t argue again—we’re both stubborn as hell—but I promise to be more patient; more understanding. And I don’t want you leaving—you really did worry me baby. I love you so much y/n. I’m sorry if what I said earlier made you question my love for you—but I love you. I’ve loved you for the last three years and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life.” You placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth before smashing your cheek against his chest. 

“I love you too. A lot more than I get around to telling you. Fine. If I stay home tomorrow, you owe me.” He gently pulled away from you and began wiggling his brows. 

“Oh, and what do you have in mind? You know babe, we don’t need to wait till tomorrow, I can give you what you deserve right now. I’ll take such good care of you—“

“I don’t mean sex you horny ass, I meant you make me breakfast in bed or prepare a bath for me. If I’m calling in sick, I want a relaxing day off.” He gave you an adorable pout while playfully hiding his face in between your breasts and whining softly. 

“Making love can be relaxing. Come on Y/n, it’s been almost a week since I had your pretty lips around my cock. I’m sex deprived. As much as I prefer you topping me and riding my cock like the professional cowgirl you are, I’ll take the lead. I’ll eat your pussy out until you cry—fuck you till you scream. Might as well you call out for the entire week. I think you and I both know angry makeup sex is the best sex. Don’t lie y/n, you miss having me inside of you just as much as I miss feeling your tight walls wrapped around me—“

“I think I made a mistake telling you to come in here. Go back to the couch.”