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TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE

Lee Know x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Let's play two truths and a lie, and here goes the first thing about you: You want to fuck your roommate's boyfriend, Minho. (9k words)

Author's note: It's a quick one-shot I made like a year ago but pls enjoy it nonetheless 😊

Content warning: Infidelity.

This is how you play two truths and a lie. You share three statements about you, two being true and one false, and people must determine which is which.

So here goes the first statement: You want to fuck your roommate's boyfriend.

A few months ago, you came to the city for your new job and were placed in a housing with a group of unbearable people. Since you've just started working, you tried looking at another option to get a temporary place to stay until you're financially stable enough to rent an apartment.

Long story short, a friend of a friend introduced you to Kim who happened to have an extra room you can rent. She owns the apartment and does not necessarily need the money, she offered her room for the sole reason which is to help you. You're aware that you don't meet this kind of that is to help you. You're aware that you don't meet this kind of person every day and for that, you're grateful for her.

After a week of living as roommates, you learn that Kim is just as graceful as her occupation, a ballet dancer. She's beautiful, kind-hearted, amicable, and ultimately, a very attentive roommate.

The room you're staying in was supposedly her private dance studio but she uses the living room to practice now and you have to adjust yourself to the huge mirror covering one side of the wall in your room.

Not long after that, Minho comes into the picture. A sharp nose, sharp jaws, and feline eyes, a beautiful face that only reminds you that the world is unfair to some people, including you.

"This is Minho," Kim introduces him with a smile

The second your eyes lock in a gaze with him, you feel an instant attraction and it intensifies as he stares back into your eyes.

"My boyfriend," Kim adds a little too late.

It's funny that the word boyfriend doesn't stop you from being attracted to him, if anything, you want him more than before.

Kim and Minho have been together for two years now and they met at the dance academy which explains a lot of things, including Minho's lean and toned body.

How do you know? Because sometimes he stays over and on more than one occasion, you found him walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a white towel hanging lowly around his waist.

That's also when you learn that this attraction is strictly physical, your uterus is acting up when you see him, and lewd thoughts rush through your head. It's all biological. There's no way you want to pursue him romantically, you couldn't even think of a person more deserving to be with him than Kim. They're both beautiful and talented dancers, oftentimes, you get so envious because they have such a lovely relationship.

Like tonight, you hear their laughter the second you step into the apartment, finding Kim and Minho in the kitchen just casually talking to each other while sharing a bowl of fruits. You love how simple yet endearing their interaction is.

"Hey, you're home!" Kim says with a sweet, welcoming smile.

You wave your hand at her and briefly at Minho, "Hi, everyone!" You awkwardly say, feeling like you're interrupting them.

"Have you had dinner?" Kim asks, attentive as always.

"Yeah, I grabbed dinner after work," you lie, but you can always creep your way to the fridge late at night for dinner.

"There's a pie in the fridge. Help yourself to some dessert," she sweetly offers then shoves a piece of blueberry into her mouth.

Without having to look, you can see how Minho looks at you, he has this deep, intense gaze that makes you the slightest bit intimidated.

"I will, thanks," you hurriedly respond, wanting the interaction to end as soon as possible, "I'll just... get into my room."

"Yeah, you should rest," Kim softly mutters.

You hoist your bag higher on your shoulder and head to your room, before you get in, you mutter to them, "Night, guys."

"Night," Kim cheerily says.

You hurriedly get in and catch a glimpse of Minho with his intense stare a second before the door completely closes and clicks in place.

The trick to surviving the night is to wait until they get into the bedroom and put headphones on as you come out of yours, not only to avoid hearing unwanted noises, but you reckon it's only right to take the extra measure to respect their privacy.

As you're listening and catching glimpses of the movie playing on your phone, you walk around the kitchen to prepare your simple, unhealthy dinner: a cup of noodles and a can of soda.

You're quietly eating your dinner by the kitchen counter with the headphones still on and once you finished, you treat yourself to a slice of pie, then put the rest of the pie back into the fridge.

It gets messy as you're munching on the pie while watching the movie on your phone. The cherry filling gets all over your fingers and you hurriedly lick it off before it gets—

"Oh, my God!" You shriek in surprise, seeing someone standing by the fridge. Once you realize it's Minho, you break into laughter.

"I'm just getting a bottle of water," he says, his face illuminated by the glow of the fridge lights.

"I'm sorry," you say while clutching your chest, and a second later, regret for saying it when he should be the one apologizing.

There's something different in the way Minho looks at you, he has one corner of his mouth raised higher than the other, giving you the impression that he's thinking of filthy things when he looks at you like that. He's giving you that look now and it does certain things to you.

He then stops leaning against the fridge, taking the bottle of water as he walks back to the bedroom, leaving his signature faint smirk on the back of your head.

The signals are there, they're subtle yet constantly pinging, asking you to respond. For now, you're going to ignore it like you always do and continue existing like you're not sharing the same space with him.

Statement number two: You believe Minho wants to fuck you too.

At first, you thought you imagined it, you want to fuck him so you started being delusional and thinking that he wants to fuck you too. Once you started paying attention though, you realized that what he's been doing to you meant something or some sort of message he tried to deliver.

The first occurrence that came to your realization is when the two of you were in the kitchen, you were enjoying your yoghurt and he suddenly came behind you to get something from the drawer that happened to be blocked by your body. Instead of telling you to step aside, he made you stand there as his hand curved around your waist to get something out of a drawer.

From there, you noticed a lot of things he did, the way he briefly rested his hand on the small of your back as he walked past behind you, his hand that would often brush a part of your body when the two of you are next to each other or the way he would speak close to your ear as if he's seeking to be close to you. Simply put, he always tries to make physical contact with you.

The scariest part of it is not the possibility that the two of you will eventually get caught, but how unfazed he is even when his girlfriend is there. Like that night where the three of you shared the sofa and somehow, his hand found your shoulder and instead of retreating, he continued to caress the nape of your neck with his knuckle.

However, what happens tonight is what makes you believe that he wants the same thing.

After making sure that you're the only one still awake in the vicinity, you make your way to the bathroom to take a nice, hot shower to help you relax and sleep faster. You skip on using the hairdryer since it'll make too much noise and tiptoe your way back to your bedroom.

In the middle of putting on your clothes, you realize that you left the door ajar and you notice Minho is watching through the reflection in the mirror.

Instead of stopping or rushing to close the door, you pretend to not see him there and continue, turning your body to the side, showcasing every curve of your body through the reflection in the mirror.

You arch your back as you put on the night dress over your head and slowly slip yourself in it, shimmying your body as you pull the dress down with your hands. Then you look at him through the reflection in the mirror and make it known that you're aware of his presence.

From the crooked grin on his face, you can tell that Minho is pleased to be caught watching you and you received his signal loud and clear: He wants to fuck you too.

But sadly, tonight's show is over so you walk to the door and close it.

Friday afternoon, Kim barges into your room and she rarely comes into your room without knocking on your door. Seeing that she's carrying a dress in her hand, you guess she needs your opinions on her clothing choices.

You sit on the bed and take your headphones off, "What's up, Kim?"

She stands at the end of the bed and lifts the dress with both hands, "What do you think?" She asks.

It's a mini dress with spaghetti straps in a deep purple color and it's a nice dress, you're just not sure if it fits Kim's style that well, she usually opts for dresses with flaring hem and floral prints.

"It's nice, Kim," you say but skip on giving her the detailed explanation.

She puts the dress close to her body and hugs it, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah," you shortly reply, even though it doesn't fit her style well, it certainly will look good on her.

"Good!" She shortly says, handing the dress to you, "Cause you'll be wearing it.

Somehow, you reach for it and awkwardly hold it in front of you, "W-why? Why me?"

Kim goes to your vanity table and flips open your jewelry box, she holds your earrings one by one to find ones that would match the dress.

"You're coming with me to this party," she says, leaving a lot of details in her answer.

"What party?"

"Party at my friend's," she simply answers, deciding on the gold small hoop earrings.

But that's against your plan, you want to steer clear of Minho and party at Kim's friend means that he'd likely be there too.

"Kim, I don't think that's a good idea," you tell her.

She then leans against the desk in your room and crosses her arm together in front of her, "These past few days you refused to hang out with me so you have to hang out with me tonight."

So Kim knows that you've been purposely avoiding her but you need to explain that it's not because of her, "But that's not—"

"Nuh-uh!" She quickly cuts you off again, "Tonight you're going to the party with me," she decides on her own, not accepting any more excuses from you.

"Is it okay though? I mean... it's your friend's party. I don't want to intrude," you meekly say while playing with the strap of the dress.

"Why would it not be okay?" She says, coming to sit on the edge of the bed, "Besides I want to introduce you to Gaspard."

Maybe you owe this one to Kim and hearing a guy's name piques your interest, "And who is Gaspard?"

"A cute guy," she shortly answers with a sly grin on her heart-shaped face, "And you'll like him."

It's not like Minho's presence would bother you that much and Kim needs you, she wants you there, therefore, as a good roommate, you should be there.

"Yeah, okay, I'm in the mood to meet a cute guy tonight," you tell her, not forgetting to show enthusiasm as well.

"That's the spirit!" Kim says with a wide grin dancing on her face.

Well, since you'll be there and possibly meet Minho, Gaspard better be a cute distraction for real.

The taxi pulls up in front of a house and you reckon it's where the party at from how many cars are parked outside and the faint thumping of the music playing inside.

The fact that you get here by taxi only means that there's no Minho so you can relax, for now.

Kim excitedly links her arm with you as you both walk into the house and you expect a party with laid-back music and endless glasses of wine but the second you step inside, upbeat music is blasting from around the house and everyone is having beers from red plastic cups.

The party is not what you imagined it would be, but it's what you need.

Kim cranes her neck to find her friends and once she finds them, she raises her hand to signal her arrival to them.

"Come on! Let's meet my friends!" She says.

Please, God, let him be a cute distraction! You repeatedly mutter in your heart as she drags you with her to meet her friends who are gathered in what you guess is a rec room in the house.

When Kim's friends finally come to sight, you put on a smile as you quietly guess which one of them is Gaspard. Kim goes to hug them one by one before introducing you to them.

"This is Ellie, Jena, Paul..." she introduces her friends back to you one by as the mentioned person warmly greets you.

"And Minho," someone adds from behind you.

You immediately look over your shoulder to see Minho standing there, Kim gently slaps his shoulder in response and laughs.

"This is not a roll call, honey," Kim says with a smile and then leans in to give Minho a quick peck on the lips.

Minho is already here and there's no Gaspard yet. No Gaspard means there'll be no distraction. You keep your smile on even though you're slowly descending into distress.

"There he is!" Kim exclaims, pointing at something behind you.

You reflexively turn on your heels and see a tall man with brown hair, striking green eyes, and a scintillating smile. This man will make the perfect distraction.

Please let this man be Gaspard, you deeply wish inside your heart.

Kim comes to your side and puts her arm around you, "This is the man I told you about," she says.

"I hope you only told her nice things about me," Gaspard says with a sly grin that makes his whole face light up.

The universe heard your plea and decided to make it true for you, this is Gaspard, the perfect distraction you want and need.

"Holyfuck..." you lowly mutter in disbelief.

"What's that?" Kim asks, hearing you saying something but doesn't quite catch it.

You've already forgotten where you are and what you're doing. And Minho? Who is Minho? You let out a chuckle and shake these silly thoughts away.

"So this is Gaspard, huh?" You say in all confidence.

"That is me," he answers, returning the confidence with a wide smile, "I'm better than you expected, I guess?"

Gaspard is confident and then gets shy in the next minute which you find charming, you smile at him and say, "I need more time to decide on that."

"That's fair," Gaspard says, offering his hand at you.

You think he's just going to shake your hand but he takes you into the crowd gathered in the middle of the room, dancing.

"A fair warning, I'm a bad dancer," you warn him as he takes your hands in his and makes you stand facing him.

"We still have time to decide on that," he pokes fun at you, taking you by the waist and pulling you close to his front.

Kim is right, Gaspard is cute and you like him already. He has just the right amount of facial hair and it grazes your cheek whenever he leans in to whisper into your ear, giving you a tingling feeling inside and outside.

After a few moments though, you find yourself panting from dancing with him. You should've known this would happen when you're dancing with a real dancer.

Since Gaspard is way taller than you, you have to put your arm around his shoulder and stand on your tiptoe to whisper to his ear, "Hey, how about we get drinks?"

"Drinks?" He asks you in confirmation since the mix of loud music and chatter is filling the room.

"Yeah," you answer while repeatedly nodding your head.

He doesn't say anything but takes your hand and leads the way through the crowd to the kitchen where bottles of liquor are strewn around on the kitchen island.

You intently watch as Gaspard is excitingly making you his special concoction. He finishes it off with a spritz of lemon before handing it to you.

"Thank you," you mutter in gratitude.

"Come on. Taste it!" He encourages you, curious of what you think of his drink-mixing skill.

Well, you've been staring at it long enough to give him the impression that you hesitate to drink it. You hurriedly take a small sip and you don't even have to lie, it's good.

"Wow!" You gasp, impressed with the drink he made.

"I know," he confidently says with a smirk and drinks his drink.

It's so refreshing and sweet like it has no alcohol at all, you hurriedly take another sip.

"It's really good," you tell him.

"Thank you," he says with a grin.

He then offers his hand at you, "Let's find somewhere to talk?"

You take his hand without question, letting him take you wherever he wants because it seems like he knows where he's going. He leads you to the backyard where everyone is hanging out by the pool.

"Hey, you!"

Recognizing the voice, your head snaps toward the source, and see Kim waving her hand at you from the long sofa that curved around a fancy fireplace.

You stop walking on your track and end up leading Gaspard there. You unconsciously let out a sigh of relief after seeing that there's no Minho there.

"Oh, hey," you greet back.

Kim scoots to the side to make space for you on the sofa, "Where have you guys been?"

"Oh, we were just dancing and he made me a drink," you honestly answer, not forgetting to show her the drink in your hand.

"And where were you going to take her, Gaspard?" Kim asks with eyes squinted at him.

"Anywhere but here," he jokingly answers.

"Well, since you guys just got here, it's your turn to play!" Someone says, you can't remember what her name is but she's one of the friends Kim introduced earlier.

"Turn to play? What?" You ask in confusion.

"Two truths and a lie," someone says.

You feel bad for not being able to remember their names, Gaspard's influence is that powerful on you.

"You know how to play, right?" Kim asks.

It's not about whether you know how to play or not, it's just so unexpected that these talented, gorgeous dancers like to play this kind of game at parties.

"Yes, I do," you answer.

Kim turns on the sofa to face you and looks at you in anticipation, "Okay then. Shoot!"

"Right now?"

"Yes," Kim shortly answers with a chuckle.

You admire their eagerness whether for the game or to know something about you, you rake your brain to think of three things about you and one of them should be a lie that would likely fool them good.

"Okay first is uhm... I'm allergic to cats," you share.

There's no response from them but you can see how they're looking at you and probably every detailed facial expression you make that will give away hints about whether you're lying or not.

"Second thing is my mom has a twin," you confidently share with a faint smile.

"Ah," Kim lowly gasps and you guess because you've shared this information with her before.

"Last thing is..." you look around as you think of the last thing to share with them.

You eventually turn to the side and see Gaspard smiling at you, "I think Gaspard is cute," you share the third thing about you.

"That's the one! That's the lie!" Someone excitedly guesses, and you suddenly remember his name as Paul.

You laugh because Gaspard looks so offended by his friend, "No, it's not a lie," you quickly defend him.

Gaspard shoots him a glare and triumphantly laughs, "Just drink, man!"

Paul drinks his beer in defeat.

"I must say the second one is the lie," the girl says again, still can't remember her name though.

"No. Her mom has a fraternal twin," Kim says, learning that information from you on the first day you moved into her apartment.

"Drink up, Jena!" Kim tells her that she guessed wrong and not wasting time but drinks her beer as a punishment.

"Oh, so you're not allergic to cats?" Gaspard asks.

"No, I'm not. I like cats," you answer.

He then sighs in relief, "That's great because I have a cat."

"Oh, wow?!" You utter in disbelief.

Other than being a great distraction, you share a lot in common with Gaspard and that says something.

"I also have cats," someone adds, joining in on the circle.

You can tell by the voice that it's the man you've been trying to avoid seeing tonight. You remain calm and have a sip of your drink.

"Yes, Minho, we all know you're a cat daddy," Jena says, finally knowing her name from Kim.

Kim groans and tosses a cushion at Jena, "Don't say that!"

Minho takes a gulp of Kim's drink and sits with his back reclined and his legs spread open, even his sitting position oozing with confidence and you eat that shit up.

You feel like slapping your face at that thought and have another sip to swallow that thought down.

"Is it my turn to play?" Minho asks around.

Jena shrugs since no one is taking the turn to play, "Yeah, sure, go ahead."

Minho softly scratches his chin before speaking, "I want to kiss someone tonight."

He starts easy but from the faint smirk on his face, you can tell he's brewing something in his mind.

"That someone is not my girlfriend," he calmly says.

Welp, there you go! Minho acts like he didn't just drop a shocking statement while his girlfriend is sitting prettily next to him.

You glance at Kim and she looks calm, but you can see that her jaws are slightly clenched. She's not happy so Minho should stop it.

But instead of calming his girlfriend, Minho looks at you and continues to share the third statement, "The person I want to kiss is one of you."

Your heart skips a beat because he keeps looking right at you and making it obvious for everyone to see who it is. All of a sudden, you feel the urge to exit this scene but walking out only makes it even more obvious.

Minho is sick of doing this to you and Kim, it's like he doesn't even care what it can do to either you or Kim.

"Oh, Minho, that's..." Paul hisses, not able to finish his sentence.

"Why, Paul?" Minho daringly asks him.

"Nothing," Paul says while scratching his head.

Minho leans forward and says, "It's you, Paul. It's you who I want to kiss."

Paul's tense face melts in a second and everyone bursts out laughing, "Fuck you, man!"

"It's you. I want to kiss you," Minho taunts him more, throwing himself at him and jokingly tries to kiss him.

Paul keeps pushing him away, sloshing his drink as he tries to dodge Minho's kiss while everyone else is laughing at them.

Even though it turns out to be a joke, you feel sick in the stomach and feel the need to get out of here.

"I need to go to the restroom," you mutter, getting up from the sofa.

Gaspard puts down his drink, "I can show you—"

"It's okay. I can go by myself," you tell him off, you regret being so crass but you're sure he'll understand.

"Okay," he says, sitting back down on the sofa.

While clutching the hem of your dress, you head back inside the house and find the bathroom to only queue to get inside, you decide to try on the second floor. You can easily find the bathroom as it's wedged between two bedrooms.

It's a party, you're sure the host would be okay with you using their bathroom, you don't even need to pee or something, you just need a space to vent.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you keep muttering to the reflection in the mirror.

When you touch your neck, you can feel a sheen of sweat there so you run your hands under the cold water and tap it to your neck.

This is the first time you realize what it'll do to you when it comes to following your desire. You'll ruin not only their relationship but also your friendship with Kim and she's been nothing but good to you.

"Fuck!" You mutter once again as you splash cold water on your face like it would help to put some sense into you.

Coming here was a bad idea!

But you're already here so you only need to stick to your plan, staying away from Minho and sticking with Gaspard. You allow yourself to spend a few more minutes just to compose yourself before coming out of the bathroom.

As you're about to climb down the stairs, the plan comes to a failure.

You see Minho is coming up the stairs and he seems to be looking for you as well from the way he stops once he finds you.

Instead of avoiding him as you planned, you feel the need to confront him about what happened a while ago. You grab the front of his shirt and take him into one of the bedrooms. The first one is locked so you try the other one and it's empty.

Once both of you are inside, you slam the door shut and push him against it.

"What the hell are you doing?" You aggressively ask, pushing his chest until his back hits the door.

"What? What am I doing?" He plays innocent but that smirk knows it all.

You slap his chest with both of your hands now but all you can feel is how firm his pecs are.

"You just don't care, do you?"

He puts his hands on each side of your waist and draws you closer, not hesitating to plant his mouth on your jaw.

"Minho!" You whine, ending up getting trapped in his hold with his arms wrapped tightly around you.

He glides his lips up and presses a kiss there on the skin under your ear, sending a tingling down your spine as his warm breath brushes your skin.

You helplessly dodge away from his lips yet somehow, he manages to capture your lips in a kiss and oh, you hate it so much! You hate how you like the way he kisses you, so passionately and hungrily, he makes it known that he wants it so much.

Okay, maybe the kiss is a slip-up and you hurriedly pull yourself out of it. You push him and pull away from the kiss.

"You know we can't do this," you mutter but you're looking at his lips, tempted to kiss him again.

He ignores your words and kisses you again, and you fall into it again. You try harder this time and break the kiss.

"Minho!" You whine, looking away to not let the temptation win again.

Using it as an opportunity, Minho plants his mouth on your ear and nibbles on it, peeling a layer off of your sanity which brings you to slip down the slope again.

Your lips are colliding again, harder and deeper, causing even more damage than the previous one as his hands go all over you and pull the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

The two logics in your head are clashing against each other, the one wants to satisfy this desire and the other wants to get out of this situation altogether. If you follow the former then at least, your curiosity will be fulfilled and if you follow the latter, then you get to keep the peace.

As you are caught in that inner battle, you blank out and stiffen against him.

"We have to stop," you mutter to him.

But is that what you want? To stop when you already have your toes dipped in the water?

Minho also takes a moment to assess the situation, he looks at you with his lips red and wet, "it has to stop," he says in agreement.

You take a step back and feel the sudden detachment as he lets go of you and you can't believe that he agrees right away that this is the better decision. You can't help but think that he doesn't want you enough.

He stays standing there, leaning against the door and looking at you with his eyes dark and wide with lust.

"So what do we do now?"

That's such a wrong thing to ask you because what you want to do now is be selfish for the night, for one fucking night, and if you're going to do it, you may as well go all in, right?

Take the chance or pass? Right or wrong? Continue or stop? Now or never?

"Fuck!" you heavily sigh and take down the straps of your dress, sending your breasts spilling out of the front.

"Suck my tits," you order.

It takes Minho a moment to process it and when he finally catches on that you've made up your mind, he goes for it. He comes at you full speed, hands off the brake and head first.

His mouth lathers at your breasts before sucking at them like you asked, taking them in turns, and leaving them wet with his saliva.

"Nibble on my nipples," you command.

You look down to watch him obeying you, using his tongue to nibble on your blossoming buds and alternating it with his teeth next.

"Oh, fuck," you breathlessly mutter as he sucks hard on your nipple.

While his mouth is busy latching on your breasts, his hands are snaking to the back and kneading at your asscheeks, caressing them with his fingers, and teasing your underwear.

This feels so wrong yet so good, you have your inner battle still but your logic is being defeated by your body's needs. You pull him by the shoulder and make him kiss you again so you'll stop thinking.

The rattles on the door startle you both and Minho immediately pushes the door with his back, then holds the knob to not let anyone in. Whoever tries to get it seems to figure out that the room is occupied.

"Sorry," someone says from behind the door.

Minho immediately locks the door while you take a step back from him, he gives you that look again, the kind of look that sees right through you and knows that you feel conflicted inside.

"Kim is my good friend," you tell him, feeling a pang of sadness in your chest that it aches.

He comes at you again and kisses you in which you're returning with the same eagerness. He seems to know that it's the only way to make you stop talking and thinking altogether. He pulls you closer than before his hands snaking to your rear, cupping the ample flesh in his hand.

"This is terrible," you mutter as you break the kiss so you can take your underwear off.

"This is terrible..." you mutter again, pulling him close by the waistband of his jeans and proceeding to unzip his fly open, "Betraying her like this."

It's like your body has a mind of its own, it's doing the opposite of what you're saying.

You impatiently take his semi-hard out of its confine and stroke it in your hand, "terrible," you emphasize the word and nail it deep into your head.

Minho doesn't say anything but follows what your body wants, he kisses you again, sloppily with his hands mindlessly roaming around your body.

"Touch me there," you whisper into him.

Without looking, his hand knows where to go. It goes to where you want him to be, going to the front to that wetness between your legs.

"Put your fingers in."

Minho runs his fingers down your slit repeatedly before inserting his finger into you. One digit is enough to make you moan in pleasure as he pumps it in and out of you.

"Add one more."

He draws his finger out and brings his index and middle fingers, shoving them into your mouth to wet them with your saliva. He brings them back to your entrance and slowly pushes them inside.

"Fuck, oh..." you moan, burying your head in his neck.

Two fingers are going in and out of you and you're already losing it. You start to think of what his cock would be like inside you as it feels hot and hard in your hand, pulsating with so much desire.

His lips nestle in your neck, kissing and lightly sucking on the skin as your body clings to him for support.

"Curl them— Oh!"

Minho knows what to do, he curls his fingers and carefully finds that spot that makes you whine and moan at the same time, and the lewd noise echoes in the dimly lit room.

You look over your shoulder to locate the bed and start steering his body there, walking backward without having to take hands off of each other.

He slowly pulls out and breaks the kiss only to pull your dress up, making the dress hunched around your waist. You plop down onto the bed and get on, you take a moment to continue undoing his jeans and pull it down enough to let his erection free.

Without thinking, you put his cock into your mouth, take him as much as you can and compensate for the rest you can't take with your hand. You lick and suck, alternating those two as you enjoy every inch of his delicious length with your mouth.

Minho tangles his hand in your hair and gently tugs at it, "I feel so guilty," he says.

Oh, so he's not that selfish after all but the thought of him thinking of his girlfriend with his cock deep in your mouth doesn't make you jealous at all, it makes you feel more aroused than before.

"Oh, so guilty," he says between his hoarse, low moans as he stares back into your eyes.

You slowly pull away and replace your mouth with your hand, restlessly pumping his swollen cock.

"You should be," you tell him, sticking your tongue out of your mouth and swirling it around the pink tip of his cock.

All of a sudden, he grabs your hand and takes it away from his length, he then takes your other hand to pin it against the bed. He hovers above you as he kisses you again, his tongue prying open your mouth to taste more of you.

You can feel him rubbing his length between your folds and you spread your legs open so he can do it more, making you drenched than you already are.

It's obvious to you now that you want him, you want him so bad and what you want is only inches away from you, and you can feel how much he wants you.

"Put it in," you breathlessly say against his lips.

Minho wastes no time to position himself between your legs. He then holds his cock, lubricating it with your essence and giving it a few pumps to finally aims it toward your entrance.

The more time he takes to be inside you, the more impatient you get.

"Put it deep inside me," you demand, opening your legs wider for him.

Yet Minho keeps teasing your entrance, heightening your anticipation and the tension in the room, making you arching your back at him.

When he finally pushes in, he only inserts the tip. It's just the tip but Gosh! It feels good already when he starts thrusting at a slow, steady pace.

"That's it," you say, keeping your waist afloat to take more of him, "all the way in."

Minho is just as impatient. He takes your wish as his command and pushes the rest of his length into you, hitting you deep inside that you blank out and you can't hear your own scream of pleasure.

It only registered to you now that it's all real once you take a look at how his cock is fully buried deep inside you and there's nothing like the feeling of finally having your desire fulfilled. Minho feels so good inside you, every inch of his length fills you perfectly like he was made just for you.

"Oh..." you loudly moan as he starts moving.

You're in and out of you at how hard he's thrusting into you that it reverberates throughout your body and in the middle of it, you manage to look at him, his face is masked with pleasure from the way his eyes are half shut and his lips pressed together.

Maybe the two of you want it so much that the sex feels rushed and a little rough, almost animalistic even. You can feel you're about to cum and so is he.

"Don't cum inside," you warn him before bringing his head close for a sloppy kiss on his lips.

In return, Minho goes sloppy with his thrusts that the bed quakes along with his movements and you're gripping the sheet to hold on to. He's twitching inside you and your legs are shaking. The knot in your stomach keeps tightening and you feel like exploding at any minute now.

He incessantly thrusts into you while you keep gripping the sheet, he probably senses that you're on the brink of climaxing and takes you there, sending you into your release with your eyes screwed shut, seeing white. He cums not long after you and keeps himself deep into you, completely forgetting your warning.

When it occurs to you that he completely forgot about your warning, you slowly push him away and force him to pull out of you.

"I told you not to cum inside," you whine.

Minho's eyes fixated on the way his cum drips out of you, pearly white and glistening wet, inviting him to taste. He finds a way to solve it by settling his head between your legs and licking your mixed juices off of your cunt and not hesitating to swallow it. He sucks on your gushing hole before using his tongue to insert it, he makes sure to not leave any drop of his cum in you.

Watching him eating you and swallowing his own cum is getting you off in the best way, you suddenly don't mind it that much that he cum inside you. If anything, you want him to fill you so you get to watch him do it all over again.

"Stop, Minho! Stop!" You tell him, tugging at his hair to stop him from diving further into your wetness.

He abruptly stops and lifts his head with his mouth and chin glistening wet with your essence. You grab him by the front of his shirt and make him hover above you again. You know you already got what you want and it's time to stop.

What are you going to do now? You ask yourself.

Seize the chance. This is probably the last time you ever had this chance and this could be the one and only chance. You roll him over and straddle him, thinking of having him again for the last time, selfishly.

Taking a moment for this could be the only chance you get to do it, you look at him and his beautiful face, and you allow yourself to kiss his lips. You're running your hands down his clothed chest and patiently unbuttoning his shirt, then part it open to reveal his toned upper half body.

It's only fair if you get to touch him all over too so you do it, using your hands and your lips next, it's just you and miles and miles of his warm, honey skin.

Minho lets you do everything as he lays on his back, watches you kissing every inch of his abdomen, and eventually has him in your mouth again. He props his hands against the bed to see how your lips wrapped around his cock.

After a while, you suddenly pull out and gasp for air, "We have to stop."

He sits up on the bed and puts your hair away from your face, "But I don't want to stop," he says, then continues putting your hair away to the back so he can kiss your neck, chest, and breasts.

They're just words, they've been just words that you say in vain and have no effect to make you stop whatsoever. You only say that just to remind you that this feels so wrong but it feels good to do it.

You sit on his lap and position his cock at your entrance again, slowly, you lower yourself on him. You let out a mewl as you take him in little by little, feeling his girth stretching you out.

"Do you want to stop?" He asks you with his hands cradling your head in between.

"We have to," you sigh with your eyes closed, overwhelmed by his cock that buries deep inside you.

"I don't want to," he breathlessly says, holding you by the waist, guiding you to start moving.

Putting your arms around his shoulders for support, you're switching between pulsating and rolling your hips around him as he latches his lips on your neck and chest.

Somehow, he feels bigger and harder inside you, and he fills you better, therefore, you just want to keep feeling his length around you. However, in the middle of it, your logic fights to come out of you.

"This is wrong," you breathlessly mutter.

"Mmh-hmm," he hums against your lips, mindlessly answering to you.

"This is so wrong, Minho," you say again as you keep moving to chase your high.

If this is wrong then why it feels so good? If this is wrong then you never want to be right. If this is wrong then you want to be a sinner, forever.

"Oh, I can't do this anymore," you cry, it's unclear whether it's the body or your conscience speaking.

"Keep going, keep going," he repeatedly mutters through his gritted teeth, watching you bouncing on his cock.

The sex is more intense and harder than the previous one, you keep holding your breath even though you're running out of air. Your nails dug into his skin, your mouth locked with his lips, and you feel a sheen of sweat forming on your skin.

It all comes down to the one moment when everything hits you all at once. Other than the wave of dopamine and oxytocin that surge through your body, you feel good, you feel light and happy, but underneath that, you feel that bitter feeling, guilt that is gnawing and eating you alive from the inside.

You open your eyes and find Minho looking at you with a soft gaze and it feels tender that you feel like crying, or you're about to as you feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

"Oh, God! What have I done?" You roughly brush the hair stuck to your moist forehead.

"It's okay," Minho says, trying to justify this act of betrayal.

"Oh, my God!" You press the heels of your palms to your eyes to stop you from crying.

Minho gently holds your chin and softly presses a kiss on your lips as if he's trying to take the pain away but that's useless because you caused this yourself and he's a part of the problem.

But his kiss no longer holds the same effect, you feel restless the more he kisses you so you slowly pull away and keep a safe space between you and him.

"Let's just stop," you say with a sigh and then rush to get off his lap. You lowly gasp from the sudden emptiness and once your feet touch the floor, you're staggering backward.

Then, you feel it, his hot cum that drips out of you and down your inner thigh.

"I can help you with that," Minho offers.

You immediately hold your hand up at him and firmly say, "Just stop!"

You start fixing your dress, putting your arm in the straps, and pulling them to your shoulders. You look around for your underwear and once you find it, you put it on.

"Kim can't know about this," you meekly say as you pull the hem of your dress and smooth them down.

There's no looking back at it now. You've got what you wanted and now it's time to move on. You turn the door knob and head out without saying anything else.

Rejoining the party downstairs, you immediately head to the kitchen to get a drink but on the way there, someone catches you by the hand.

"Come, dance with me!" Kim says with a grin, pulling you with her to the middle of the room.

"Kim, I–" you can't find anything to say to her without the guilt clogging your throat, "I need a drink."

"Here. Have mine!" She hands you her cup.

"I'll get us drinks and get back to you, okay?" You kindly refuse her but she won't let go of your hand.

"Oh, come on, it's my favorite song!" She pleads with her puppy eyes, making you feel worse than you already are.

Seeing her and how oblivious she is to what you and Minho have done is breaking your heart.

That brings you to the third and last statement: That will be the first and the last time you've had sex with Minho.

Things are going back to normal. Or that's what it seems to you.

You're still roommates with Kim and she's still oblivious about what you and Minho did behind her back which means he keeps true to his promise.

And yes, he still comes to the apartment but it doesn't bother you as it used to. You learn that your friendship with Kim is far more valuable than his boyfriend's cock, in fact, you've been taking her kindness for granted.

So for these past few days, you've been trying to avoid them as much as possible. You purposely come home late from work and if you do find them together in the apartment, you make excuses to stay in your bedroom.

Fewer interactions means fewer chances of this guilt from bringing you down further.

The new plan is to get your own place as soon as possible and for that to happen, you have to start looking for it.

Today, Gaspard offers to help you check a few places and it's also the perfect getaway than staying in the apartment. You quietly get dressed and slip out of your bedroom to find Kim catches you while dunking her teabag into her cup.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

You don't want to tell her about it yet that you plan on moving out soon so you make up an excuse on the spot, "Just getting a few things for work, yeah," you lie.

She tosses the teabag into the trash and uses a spoon to stir it, "Just getting a few things for work, huh?"

"Yeah, I need new work shoes," you lie again, seamlessly this time.

"And you think you don't need my help?"

"No, no," you hastily reply, "I just know how much you like staying in on the weekends."

"I would to go out on the weekend too."

Kim keeps misunderstanding you so you decide to tell her, "I'm going out with Gaspard," you admit, but keep the details from her.

Kim lets out a laugh and puts down her cup of tea, "Oh, my God! Why did you lie about it?"

"I don't know. It feels weird," you awkwardly answer.

"Why would it be weird? Cause he's my friend?"

"Yeah..." you meekly say.

She laughs again and comes up to you, "Why would it be weird that my roommate is going out with my good friend?"

That's true, this is nothing compared to fucking your roommate's boyfriend. You swallow the guilt that crawls out of your throat.

"I can lend you my shoes to match it with that cute dress?" She offers, kind as always.

"No, it's fine. It's comfortable this way," you say, opting for the sneakers you're wearing since you're going to do a lot of walking today.

"As long as you're comfortable," she says, fixing your hair as she speaks.

The front door opens and the two of you are turning your heads to see who's coming, it's none other than Minho. You hurriedly sling your purse around your shoulder and ready to leave.

"I'd better get going," you tell Kim, giving her a quick hug.

"You can come home as late as you want," she jokingly says as she hugs you back, "Actually, don't bother coming home tonight."

You laugh it off and pull away while ignoring Minho who walks to the kitchen to get something out of the fridge. You head for the door and wave bye at Kim before getting out.

The search for a new place comes to fruition, you have two potential living spaces but the only problem is you can't afford the rent, yet.

You end the day with a hearty dinner also as a treat for Gaspard for being so helpful and patient with you. He's simply a great guy to be with and you wonder why didn't you want to fuck him instead of Minho.

Oh fuck, you think about Minho again and it reminds you that he's in the apartment now so you stay out as late as you can. You consider Gaspard's offer to come and visit his place but you don't want to give him the impression that this is a date.

It's too casual to be counted as a date in the first place but you make sure to promise him a proper one next time.

"Maybe next time when I'm not sweaty and the day is not as humid as today," you kindly refuse the offer.

"I agree," he says as his hair turns a lot curler in this humidity and shyly brushes it to the back.

He walks you to the entrance of your apartment building and you turn on your feet to face him, "Thank you for today," you sincerely say.

"No worries. I had fun today," he coyly says with a smile.

You know he wants to kiss you and you want to kiss him too because he's just so attractive and fun to be with, he's a great guy... you can list so many reasons why you should kiss him so you muster up the courage to do it.

You stand on your tiptoe and press a kiss on his lips, putting your hand on his shoulder for support and Gaspard returns the kiss with so much gentleness with his hand cupping your jaw.

In the middle of it, you come to a realization that you kiss him for so many reasons but not because you like him. You slowly pull away from the kiss and quickly put on a smile for him.

"Goodnight, Gaspard," you mutter.

He allows himself to place a gentle caress on your cheek and smiles back at you as he says back, "Goodnight!"

The walk back to the apartment feels like a punishment. At least, it's late enough that you're sure Kim is already asleep by now so you quietly unlock the door, pushing it open without making any noise, and walk through the living room until you get to the safety of your room.

You kick your shoes off, throw your purse onto the bed, and take off your jacket, just standing there in your dress facing the huge mirror with your reflection staring back at you.

"Do you need help with that?" Minho asks through the cracks of your door.

You hate it that he's still here and you're happy to see him, you're not answering but he comes to your aid anyway. He stands right behind you and slowly unzips your dress for you.

It must be intentional the way his knuckles graze your skin as he pulls the zipper down your back.

The memories from that night come back to you and unlock all the feelings that you try to keep at the bottom of your heart.

Minho then places his hand on your shoulder and looks at you through the mirror, "Do you need help with anything else?" He asks with a voice so low it's almost like a whisper.

You turn your head to the side and meet his gaze, "No."

All sorts of thoughts come rushing through your head but it's the same contradicting questions: Take the chance or pass? Right or wrong? Continue or stop? Now or never?

Those questions going around your head and won't stop bothering you until you make up your mind.

You turn around to face him and notice how close he's standing in front of you, so close that you can feel the heat his body is emitting.

"But I'll help myself," you say and then kiss him.

Well, you guess people can tell which one is the lie now.

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𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘 — four: not an ounce of comfort

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. lee heeseung x fem!reader, park sunghoon x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. Y/N always knew that her high school was dominated by wealth and privilege. Upon having a one night stand with popular athlete Lee Heeseung, she uncovers that Heeseung's friend group controls not only social dynamics but also school policies and local affairs, revealing a hidden world of power and manipulation behind their so called perfectly polished exteriors

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You ended up rushing over to the football field, a blue painted 85 on the side of your cheek.

85 was Heeseung’s number, Giselle had told you because she saw his jersey a couple times while passing the football field.

“Are you wearing a push-up bra?” Giselle asks as she examines your chest area with a quirked brow. “Trying to impress the Mr, aren’t you?”

You roll your eyes, shoving her back jokingly. “Gigi!”

Yujin shows up not a minute later, her honors chemistry textbook in her hand. “Are you wearing a push-up bra, Y/N?”

“Is it so obvious that everybody knows?!” You exclaim, huffing as you crossed your arms.

“Girl, it’s fine.” Giselle pats your back. “Heeseung will definitely like it.”

The coach blows his whistle and the game starts to become upbeat again, the stadium filled with students cheering.

You could see Hanni and Danielle do warm up stretches on the track, and you can’t help but feel a bit of envy towards the two.

They practically had a perfect life.

“Go go go!” You heard the crowd roar, watching as Heeseung runs through his opponents in a flash. “TOUCHDOWN!”

Giselle shrieks, grabbing both you and Yujin—who crinkled her eyes in disgust—in a tight hug.

“Well what are you waiting for?” Giselle screams over the cheering crowd. “Go with him for your project girl!”

You run down the stadium stairs, bumping into Seojun with a pck!

“You’re Heeseung’s partner,” he smirks. “Heeseung’s over there celebrating with the team. I’ll take you to them.”

Although Seojun intimidated you to the max, you knew you were going to do yourself worst if you said no to his offer.

“Heeseung.” Seojun taps on the boy’s shoulder, and when he turns around, you’re almost stunned by his beauty.

Who knew Lee Heeseung in his football jersey would be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Seungie!” Before you could say your greetings, Hanni runs over in her cheer uniform and pompoms, jumping on Heeseung and wrapping her legs around his waist.

He wraps his arm around her frame within seconds, securing her. He gives you an awkward smile, one which you return back.

“I’m so proud of you!” She says after setting herself on the ground again. “You just needed harsh motivation Heeseung!”

He nods, then looks back to you. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

Yeah. Yeah?! Heeseung just asked you a question and all you can say is yeah?

You could already feel his friend group burning holes into your head.

“My friends are coming too if you don’t mind. You know Hanni and Seojun. Danielle and Sunghoon are coming too.”

You grimace slightly, but try not to show it in front of Heeseung.

You were going to be surrounded with them.

When you arrive at his house, your jaw practically drops to the ground. It’s gigantic, almost seems endless with a giant front pool that looked like an Olympic swimming pool.

“Why the long face?” Hanni asks from behind you. “Never seen such a place so nice? Are you one of the scholarship kids?”

You gulp, not wanting to turn around to face her.

“Alright Han, drop it.”

Hanni rolls her eyes at Heeseung defending you. “What? It’s just a joke Heeseung, loosen up.”

All of them drop their bags near the maid, not bothering to look behind them as they settled into Heeseung’s kitchen.

“Do you need help?” You ask the maid. Curse you for being an empath, but you could sense her tiredness.

“It’s alright dear, it’s my job.” She gives you a small smile. “Thank you though. You really aren’t like the others.”

You smile sadly at that, hanging your backpack on one of Heeseung’s hangers instead of letting the maid do it like the rest of them.

“Heeseung! What did your chef make for us today?” Sunghoon leans back against the kitchen island. “Tell me you got oysters, I’ve been craving them.”

Heeseung opens up his fridge, sliding a bowl of raw oysters towards the boy. “Have at it.”

He turns around to you, his eyes holding a warm welcome. “Do you want anything Y/N? Sea moss? Truffle pizza? Wagyu with rice?”

You shake your head. “Water would be nice.”

Hanni can’t help but giggle at your words, leaning against Sunghoon.

You’re sure she’s making fun of you in her head. You’re just sure of it.

“Alright let’s talk about our project.” Heeseung takes a seat next to you. “I was thinking we talk about skin layers, including skin diseases that affect people everyday.”

You nod, listening attentively to his words. “I think that’s a great idea Heeseung.”

Within minutes, you could feel yourself needing to pee, thanks to Heeseung’s fancy water his parents had imported from Erehwon in Los Angeles.

“I’m gonna use the restroom if you don’t mind,” you say to him.

“That’s fine, it’s down the hall. Make a turn to the right when you reach it.”

You quickly walk over to the bathroom, giving a maid a small smile as you passed by her in the hall.

Meanwhile, Hanni pokes at the wagyu on her plate, clearly upset with something.

“What’s wrong pretty?” Sunghoon asks. “I thought you were really happy about the win.”

“I am,” she huffs. “It’s about Heeseung.”

“What did I do?” Heeseung asks, taken aback.

“What didn’t you do?” Seojun laughs loudly at his own joke. “What? It was funny!”

“I mean you’re defending that Y/N girl so hard! You didn’t even laugh at any of my jokes.” Hanni grumbles. “Like what the fuck is your problem? This whole new personality is seriously unlikable.”

The room grows silent, and Heeseung can’t help but let out a loud sigh.

“Look—I’m sorry Hanni, okay? I just don’t want to make her uncomfortable. This project is a huge part of my grade and I don’t want to work with someone that hates me.”

“Whatever.”

You swore the tension in the room could be cut with a knife when you entered, but you didn’t want to mention it.

“Now where were we?” Heeseung says, breaking the silence with a smile towards you.

Oh it was going to be a long night.

AUTHOR’s NOTE: think we can all agree mitski is heeseung’s favorite artist 😭

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svuguru · 13 hours

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stepdad Toji who has to tame his bratty stepdaughter by fucking her throat

stepcest, minors, and antis dni! i'm not responsible for the content you do or do not consume ^_^ umm i tried to make a sorta mean toji lol :3

You've always had such an attitude with your stepdad, Toji, and he doesn't know why - today, however, you've been especially infuriating. It could be that you just woke up that way or he's done something to you that upset you, either way, he really needs to remind you who's in charge. How, you ask? By getting you on your knees and having you stick out your tongue for him, of course.

"There we go, finally putting that mouth to good use." Toji laughs as he strokes his cock right in front of your face. Your pretty eyes follow his hand, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. "What, you want it? Yeah?" He mocks before placing one hand on the top of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair to gently pull you forward.

"Yes, daddy," you mumble and bat your lashes up at Toji, shiny eyes just begging him to let you suck his thick cock.

"Okay, I'll let you," he hums, " open your mouth and stick out that tongue, sweet cheeks." Obediently, you do just that, parting your glossy lips and sticking out your wet tongue. Toji squeezes his girth before slipping it on the tip of the slick muscle, looking down at you expectantly. "Go on, baby, suck it."

You're looking up at your stepdad as you slowly wrap your lips around his tip. You're intimidated by his size alone, knitting your eyebrows together to prepare yourself, Toji's fingers still wrapped around the locks of your hair.

"Okay, there we go... 'm gonna move now, okay, princess?" That catches you off guard. He was going to move in your throat? Nevertheless, you close your eyes and nod after straightening your posture and placing your hands on his thighs.

Toji's other hand pats your cheek lovingly before he slowly begins to move your head up and down on his mouth, making you take inch by inch until he's felt your warm mouth all over his length. He starts off slow, getting you used to the feeling, but he gradually picks up the pace and intensity.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you were using this mouth to complain all morning when you could have been using it for this?" He laughs like it was comical because to him, it was. You can feel his veins sliding against the inside of your cheeks and you're careful to not accidentally scrape him with your teeth.

You don't even bother moving your head yourself, Toji's got it all figured out. You fix your posture and squeeze your eyes shut and your thighs together, your pink skirt riding upwards. Digging your nails into Toji's bare thighs, you whine around his length, the roughness of it all making you so overwhelmed.

Looking down at you, Toji just can't help but admire the way your mouth looks so full of his thick cock, all because you were acting up earlier. Tears form at your lash line, the tip of his dick threatening to hit the back of your throat but you're thankful he at least has a sliver of mercy on you.

"Sh-shit, baby, so good..." Toji groans. He can't help but throw his head back, sucking in a deep breath. Every time you cry or whimper around his girth, the vibrations send a shiver down his spine. He can't help it, his sweet stepdaughter is just so tempting.

Your teary eyes hesitantly flutter open so you can look up at Toji with them, your sad, pleading gaze almost making him want to take mercy on you.

"Don't worry, princess, 'm gonna cum. Gonna let me cum in this sweet mouth, baby? Straight down your throat?" Toji's voice is quiet but it almost sounds caring. Your saliva coats his dick and you nod your head, though not far, he can still notice it. "Good fucking girl..." he grunts.

The way he thrusts his hips into your mouth is so mean and relentless, tears falling down the apple he makes in your cheeks. You can tell Toji's just seconds away from releasing right into your throat by the way his breath hitches and his hips stutter, the grip he has on your makeshift ponytail tightening, so you're prepared when you feel his warm load release into your mouth.

"Shiiiiiiit, baby, you did such a good job f'me," Toji's lips shift into a lazy smirk as he watches the way you're taking his load. Only a few moments later, he wraps his hand around his girth and pulls it out of your mouth, his cum seeping past your lips but he doesn't blame you for that - you've had it rough enough with him already, anyway. "Gonna swallow?" He asks, like he was genuinely curious and he didn't sound like he'd force you to if you didn't want to.

You rest your hands on the space between your throat and chest, swallowing his release before looking up at him with a wide grin, as if you're proud of yourself.

"Good girl, you just needed daddy, didn't you?" He says, patting your cheek affectionately.

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daydreamingyuta · 3 days

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THIS IS SAUR CUTE WHAT

🥹❤️

It’s insane how well you capture mark’s personality through your writings that it feels so real yk?😵‍💫

If it’s possible could you write another version of this butttt make it spidey!mark where the reader tries on his costume?? (don’t blame me pls. 200 and his rem acc is making me feel things HAHA)

Spidey Suit | Mark Lee

summary: fluff, drabble, asking spiderman!mark if you can try on his spidey suit <3 wc: 375 a/n: omg thank youuuu!! that's literally such a sweet compliment omg! thank you for reading and liking my mark drabble 🫶 also I loved writing this and I'm sorry that it took so long but I hope you enjoy it! <3 <3

“Can I… try it on?” You ask, unsure of how he’s gonna respond. Mark isn’t the type to not want you wearing his clothes, actually most of the time he’s the one suggesting it, but you’ve never tried to wear his spidey suit before.

You watch as his face turns into that smile of his that you love so much, revealing his cute cheekbones. “You wanna wear my suit?” You nod your head, hopeful for him to say yes and before you know it, he’s rummaging through one of his draws and pulls it out. “Ok, but I get to take pictures of you in it.”

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You thought that it would be super hard to squeeze into, but it was surprisingly easy. It was tight, without feeling tight at all. Actually, it felt like the most comfortable thing you’ve literally ever worn before.

“It’s nice right?” You hear Mark ask. You had asked him to turn around while you got changed but he must have noticed that you managed to get it on when you stopped moving around so much. (spidey senses).

“I cannot believe you made this yourself, It’s genuinely incredible.” You say, checking yourself out in the mirror. You can’t see him but you know he’s blushing by your comment. “Can I um turn around now?”

“Oh, yeah.” You say, now facing him.

You watch as his eyes focus on you and his head moves back slightly, something he always does when he’s surprised. “Wait, you actually look so cute.”

“What do you mean actually? You weren't expecting me to look good in it?” You say playfully, crossing your arms.

“No, no '' he says, his voice cracking. “I just meant like, when I wear it it’s super intimidating and cool looking. But somehow you just look adorable.” He says, walking towards you.

You give him the sternest look you could muster. “I’m intimidating too.”

“Right right.” He says as he cups your cheeks in his hand, pulling you in to kiss you, “I definitely wouldn’t want you as my enemy.”

“Exactly.” You kiss him back until Mark starts to laugh. “What?”

“Nothing, it just feels funny. Like I’m kissing myself.” You let out a laugh too because of course he would say that.

#mark lee #nct #fluff #drabble #nct 127 #k-pop #imagine #nct dream #nct scenarios #fanfiction #mark lee x reader #mmarm #mark lee x y/n #mark lee x you

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allurecile · 11 hours

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take a chance ( s.jaeyun ) — PART ONE

synopsis: where your best friend is a loser good guy and tries to show how love really feels like: “take a chance! baby, let’s take a chance! yeah i know they did you wrong but i’m not all bad [ … ] don’t hold back and i promise you can fall in love again.”

song inspiration: fall in love again , p1harmony.

second/last part: fall in love again. ( coming soon )

( 엔하이픈 ) - bestfriend!jaeyun x fem.reader ; pure fluff & angst ; happy ending ( words : 5,2k+ )

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warnings : reader had her heart broken many times, reader dates men, curse words, reader’s ex-boyfriend dated her for a bet, mentions of mentions of cheating, mean comments on how reader looks like, toxic relationship, reader’s parents are divorced, mentions of trust issues, vague mention that reader’s grandparents have passed away, mentions of therapy.

note: okay guys yall can shot me... i know i haven't updated for a very long time and i'm sad i couldn't :( i'll try to be more active!! i hope i'll get more ideas and more motivation because yall ,, it's been hard recently lmao ; okay, enjoy this work!

your first boyfriend was back in high school, and he was the popular and richie guy from the class. many girls who desired him were left with their mouth open when they saw both of you kissing in the back of the school’s building. it was a big deal for you because he was your first love, your first boyfriend; and your first kiss. and the first person who played with you.

someone — who anonymously sent you a text — said that they had proves that your boyfriend didn’t love you as he always said he did. you were confused, but heard the audio the person sent you the next day, and you were shocked with your boyfriend’s at the time words. — “she’s going to fall for you man! she’s a dummy, a scaredy cat!” you heard one of his friend’s voice. “he’s right bro,” you heard another one say. “and if you make her fall in love with you within one month, a thousand dollar is going to stuff your pockets!” ; you gasped, covering your mouth as you tried to be silent while sobbing in the girl’s bathroom cabin.

it was humiliating and pathetic how painful a heart break felt like. — “yeah, she’s really naive! okay, bet, i wanna see a thousand dollars on my hand next month!” — that was the last thing you heard before your vision turned completely blurred and red. you were so angry, but there’s nothing stronger than the feeling of betrayal. he didn’t cheat, but he wasn’t yours.

you remember slamming your feet onto the ground while you attempted to find him. you were rushing to the back of the school, hopefully you could confront him about it. however, you weren’t sure if it was going to be good to see him and confront him, or you just wanted this story to die; breaking up with him with a stupid excuse/reason.

of course you found him; better than ever. his back was turned at you while he was laughing with his friends and you saw a smelly smoke pairing on the air. your breathing pace was very unstable and your chest just made that look even more visible, making you more vulnerable than ever. you watched how his friends mouth dropped when they saw you frowning and looking mad as fuck. thinking they would be intimidated somehow, you were tricked: your boyfriend at the time turned to look at the person who made his friends interested and you saw how his brows raised with a hint of indifference towards you. he couldn’t care less if you had or not found out about their bet.

“what happened?” his tongue poked the right side of his mouth, the small burning cigarette fell onto the ground and was beaten by his white — kinda smudged —, expensive trainers. “have you gotten your thousand dollars?” and he smirked, turning only his head to his friends, laughing — almost like mocking — at your serious tone. “yeah,” he pulled some bucks out of his pocket, lighting up another cigarette as he started counting the dollar bills. “i couldn’t be more happier!” he laughed like a maniac, and you twitched your face in disgust, scoffing as you spit out: “fuck you tae-san!” “oh no! the pathetic kitten is breaking up with me?” he mockingly pouted at your tearing eyes, leaning his body towards your face, analysing how your brows were fighting to hold your anger. your hands were shaking fidgeting your skirt’s hem. “there is really a relationship to break?” you asked with a broken voice, biting onto your bottom lip as a tear ran down your cheek. “for me? nah…” he smoked. “but if we’re talking about you…? mhm… lemme see, what do you guys think huh?!” he laughed at you turning his head to ask his friends, receiving a playful middle finger from one of them.

you were so mad that you couldn’t tell when you wore your big girl pants and slapped the school’s favorite face. you just remember slamming your head against the bus window and waking up with your eyes glued to each other — because of the earlier tears that ran down — ; trying to figure out where you were or wondering how far you were from home. you took a quick look around and yawned, realising that it was already night time and the bus was with a few people — about five people sat in different areas.

you sighed as you remembered the earlier event that hit you like a truck and broke your heart into little pieces, almost impossible to rebuild. you couldn’t get over the pain of a broken trust, and since he was your first boyfriend, you couldn’t tell if that was how love felt like. your parents were divorced and you couldn’t recap when was the last time you saw your dad, leaving you with the thought that the relationship you were in was how love felt like.

lost inside your own head and lost in your thoughts, you just realised someone was calling you because of your phone’s buzz. lazily, you pick up your phone from your jacket’s pocket and picked up, not even bothering to see who was calling. “yes?” your tone was very low and soft, sounding like a whisper. “where are you? your mum called me, she’s worried; she said you didn’t arrive home yet.” your best friend’s voice was rushed and anxious. “jaeyunnie…” you whined, trying to sound silent while holding up your tears. “yeah? what is it mhm?” “i need a hug!” you bursted into tears, hearing jaeyun’s worried hums, not bothering about the other people in the bus going home.

convinced love was going to happen for you, a little bit older you began going out to parties as any 17th year old would start doing. however, your mum started to get worried about your recent developed behaviour. she was worried about you, but clubs seemed to be the only way for you to start socialising and distancing yourself from that image you developed during high school.

your mum really tried to stop you from going out to bars and getting vulnerable around people you didn’t know. she even asked jaeyun to keep an eye on you, but she hesitated, not wanting to bother such a good boy with her concerns. meanwhile, you were meeting new people and hoping you were going to find the prince you always heard about in fairy tales, tired of getting played or never ending with anybody your heart desired.

and guess what? you thought met your prince: a guy named yon-pil; a tattooed man, five years older, black hair, a good smile and flirty. he also had that bad boy essence that you always fell for. funny because in the end you actually fell for him.

yon-pil at the very beginning was a gentleman. always treated you right and cheered you up, until one night he started to talk to you about intimacy, and you said you preferred to leave that subject alone. he accepted your request, but still gave you a dirty look — that you ignored.

everything seemed just fine, until: one day you were at the phone with jaeyun — the call was echoing through the mobile’s speaker since you were washing the dishes —, and then you proceeded to hear the noise of the front door of your boyfriend’s house closing. you didn’t hang up the phone with jaeyun, you stayed on the line humming while he was talking about some adult life concerns he was having and thinking about constantly. yon-pil, hearing the manly voice echo somewhere, rushed to know who it was, laying his eyes on you talking on the phone with some man he didn’t know.

oh boy, that night he argued with you. even though you showed him there was nothing to worry about, he didn’t hear you. or better, he didn’t want to. his eyes were dark that night, and you remember looking at his face with teary eyes and pouty lips as you were begging for mercy. you were just washing the dishes and talking to your friend, was it wrong? well, he made you think it was wrong, and you began to distance yourself from jaeyun. it was a slow process until you started distancing yourself from your other friends, and then there was your mum.

yon-pil also began with little comments about your looks, always comparing you to an random animal he thought were ugly. always concealing everything with cheap apologies, justifying that it was all a joke when you were being hurt by his words. you remember standing in front of the mirror and watching how he would look at your body as if you were a piece of meat, analysing your body and appearance — not to mention the times he would constantly talk about plastic surgeries he would do if he was you.

it stayed like this for about six months until you decided to break up. not just your heart was hurt, but your soul was also hurt because, after reflecting about everything that you went through, you realised you were treated like a piece of meat, a fragile puppet or a piece of trash. yon-pil was so insensitive that, when you broke up with him, he simply shrugged and walked away. at that point you realised you shouldn’t expect more than that from him. you lost six months of your life with an asshole that felt like three years. the most long and sad six months of your life.

thankfully, jaeyun immediately ran to meet you at a convenience store — localised nearby to jaeyun’s family’s place. even though you had distanced yourself from him as much as you could, he still stayed with you and heard you; when your “boyfriend” couldn’t even stand hear a simple explanation about your relationship with jaeyun, lost in his psyche mind and ignoring your words. but of course your best friend would be the one to hug you that night and feel how hurt you are. reality hit him hard when he realised how hurt you were that time after hearing how much you were sobbing against his chest. he realised your heart was broken while your soul seemed lost.

welcome to your twenties y/n! wow, good job falling again! when you completed eighteen years old your met a guy the same age as you. he was tall, funny, charming, and this time you felt actually loved. he was always cheering you up and even talking about marriage with you sometimes. his name was norman and he was half korean/american. norman was handsome: his eyes were blue and his body was kinda build up; different from many men out there.

however, he was always crowded by women due to his handsomeness and different appeal — since he were mixed —, and at first you were pretty chill about it, trusting on your partner with your heart and soul. but it became annoying and an rock on the way, making you a feeling like jealous and having a lot of trusting issues. the way he was constantly smiling at his phone — assuming he was texting someone —, his instagram inbox always full and his feed filled with photos of women in tiny bikinis, and much more things.

considering every single relationship you’ve been through your life — always unhealthy —, made you have many doubts when hearing his “sincere” words towards your accusations of cheating; or looking for other women. every time you went to confront him about his own actions, he would say that you were seeing things and that you didn’t trust on him — even having the courage to one day talk back to you, yelling that having insecurities when he’s being loyalty was worse than cheating. and there you go: answers.

hearing just what you needed to quit this relationship, you said you wanted to break up two days later after considering your own feelings and trying to protect the few pieces your heart was holding still. since you found out about norman’s toxicity and remembering everything you already been through — since high school — you got triggered and had your first serious anxiety crisis mixed with years bottled emotions; so you basically exploded into panic and got extremely overwhelmed.

norman, before leaving you alone, made you think that you were crazy and you were wrong about him. at first you cursed him inside your mind, even calling him an asshole, but as the days go by your mind began to sabotage you; making you think you were wrong somehow for doubting his loyalty towards you.

“it might hurt, but you gotta let him go, y/n. i miss my best friend y/nnie…” jaeyun whispered behind the phone’s speaker, hearing your sobs. “i miss you, and yourself must miss you too…”

“maybe love isn’t for me yun…” you muttered sniffling. “maybe i don’t have a soulmate.”

“stop saying nonsense things– ugh, can’t imagine you crying over someone else! i’m coming over.” and jaeyun hung up, leaving you laid on your bed, tears wetting your pillow case and your body drowning into pure numbness. you were feeling anesthetised.

was jaeyun actually worried for you or he was just taking care of your vulnerable self for pity? was this the feeling of a heartbreak or the loss of a true love? you felt like confusion was being mistaken by insanity.

“i don’t know– i just can’t understand how i feel Mr. Kwang...” the therapist sighed as he took off his glasses, gazing at your frowned face.

“look y/n, i can see how much you try to stay strong and hold your feelings to yourself as i said the first time you’ve been here;” two years ago. “with the fear of making others worried about you, and eventually having the feeling of bothering them.” the old man sighed once again, tapping his fingers on the clipboard placed on his lap. you just kept nodding your head, already knowing that. “you mentioned earlier that–” the professional seemed to take a breathe interrupting himself, thinking twice before speaking to you. “you were almost sure that you were destined to die alone, why would you think that?” he frowned. “i mean, i know your motives, but i wanna know why; why do you think that? why don’t you deserve love, y/n?” and you felt a cold tear streaming down your face, touching your soft skin and conflicting with your burning cheek; that was overwhelmed by all those memories you held.

“as i sad Mr. Kwang, i don’t know how to explain it.” you shook your head, gesturing with your hands.

“have you thought that you just haven’t find the right person yet?” he raised his brows and you were left dumbfounded, not sure on how to reply the therapist for the abstinence of reflection. after a few minutes sharing an awkward silence. “alright, this is your homework for today:” Mr. Kwang pulled out a page from the clipboard he was carrying after writing something below, eventually handing you the paper. “reflect and don’t just suffer, suffering is the reflection of how you deal with your problems, so start taking deep breaths before doing something under those heated moments; is that okay?” he softly smiled, trying to reassure if you were agreeing with his proposal.

“…okay.” you whispered, bowing as you thanked Mrs. Kwang and walked out of the therapy room.

“everything okay miss?” the sympathetic secretary asked, smiling at you while typing on her keyboard lifting her gaze to glance at you.

you purses your lips and proceeding to nod your head very gently. “good to know!” she enthusiastically replied standing up from her chair and walking past the counter that once had hidden her figure. carrying some papers to hand you: “here sweetie. this are medicine prescriptions that Mrs. Kwang has given you; but, you only need or take these when you are having an violent crisis, alright? don’t abuse and take care– oh!” her gaze switched from you to the exit glass door. “your boyfriend must have arrived~” the sweet lady whispered at you like it was a deep secret she held for you, holding in a playful suspicious giggle, walking back to the back of her position — behind the counter.

“oh he’s not–”

“hey princess,” the front glass door was opened and your eyes laid on your best friend’s figure, all smiley. “let’s go?”

you twitched your upper lip, feeling like universe was trying to make you embarrass yourself as you were just about to deny the relationship allegations: proved wrong — under other people’s eyes — because of the pet name jaeyun has called you. as he walked in, the secretary mouth’s was left open as she observed how handsome he was under the sunlight’s shadow.

“hello.” he waved at the young lady behind the counter, and she waved back, but his eyes were already looking at you. “let’s go.” jaeyun took your hand without even hesitating. “do you have anything else to do today?” your best friend paused completing his proposal: “wanna take you out for dinner today…” he murmured, giggling at his own plan with you as he began walking towards the exit holding your hand — plus: leaning his head a little bit back like he was melting with the sight of how your eyes were shining; a shine that he always cherished and missed so many times when he was rubbing your back as you cried and vented against his chest.

you couldn’t deny that jaeyun was handsome, and your crush during your childhood. as that being said, seeing him wearing his black sunglasses was tempting, almost like you were fighting against your childhood feelings again — feeling like a pure little girl again.

“um… goodbye!” you shyly waved at the secretary with a embarrassed smile plastered across your face. she had a delayed reaction because she was enchanted by the man beside’s you beauty, but waved back and smiled at you.

“bye!” jaeyun waved at the lady behind the counter — he didn’t know — without showing much of interest on her, but you couldn’t ignore how her cheeks got red as she glanced at his lips; politely smiling at her.

“how are you doing?” jaeyun’s voice was heard after a long moment of silence. his face was drifted to the streets, careful with the traffic, but still taking the chance to glance at you by the corner of his eyes.

“i’m doing fine.” you simply answered, gazing at the — almost — night sky.

you felt jaeyun’s gaze burn onto your cheek and he said: “are you sure?” he paused a second just to turn left. “that’s like,” he hummed as he thought. “what you say every single time i ask you this.” he chuckled, but not that humoured.

“nah, i’m fine.” you shrugged and flashed your head at him just to scrunch your nose, letting out a breathy laugh when you heard his silent giggle, relaxing against the car’s seat and melting into a smile.

“how about your mum? have you been talking to her recently?” jaeyun felt how your body tensed. oh shit…

“yeah, i talked with her last sunday…” you murmured, pursing your lips as you recaptured the meeting.

“mhm. what did she talked about with you?” he was curious because your mum usually talks about her personal life with your best friend instead of you, afraid that she might be disappointed with you one more time. she felt like a failure of mum when she saw how broke you looked when you broke up with yon-pil.

“well,” you sighed as your head dropped to your lap, fidgeting with your own fingers. “she said she’s moving to busan; her hometown…” your eyes laid on your best friend’s not surprised gaze. “she probably has told you…” you whispered, chuckling with a bit of disbelief; like a sad scoff.

due to his silence you interpreted as an honest “yes” coming out from his mouth. jaeyun was way too pure to confess he held this secret from you — your mum’s order. he was sad that your mum would be moving to another place, even if it is still inside korea, it is not the same thing.

"how are you feeling about this whole situation?" jaeyun carefully asked.

you sighed before replying: "i don't know how i feel; my feelings are numb since my grandparents death." you let out a sad chuckle cringing your shoulders. "and don't even get me started with the pressure my mum has been pushing on me to get married." you rolled your eyes annoyingly, turning your gaze back to the jaeyun's car window.

your best friend pursed his lips, a little bit hesitant because he didn't know if he could continue this conversation or it was time to change topics. "did i make you uncomfortable asking you that?" hearing his nervous voice, you looked at him with a soft frown, confused why he was worried about it.

"no worries yun," you waved your hand. "my therapist says that i have to discuss about it with myself to reflect on how my feelings are working right now." you shrugged nodding your head at your own explanation. "so, i think it's good for me to be confronted about some topics..." you pouted as you continued to nod your head, this time gazing at the front window just like the boy beside you. "if you're curious about something, just ask me; i know is been a while since we talked about our problems." you chuckled, trying to keep a good energy in your — kinda sad — last explanation.

he sighed before nodding his head as he made a turn to park his car at the barbecue's house parking lot. "dinner's on me today, let's go."

both of you walked in the barbecue house and were greeted by one of the employees. the restaurant seemed to be full of people, and it has been proven even from the outside of the place — the entrance was crowded. "how can i help you guys?" a black haired boy — with a sweaty forehead — wearing round glasses asked while holding a little stack of papers approached.

"hello, um, i have made an reservation under the name 'jaeyun', could you check it for me man?" the employee nodded with his head and told him to wait a minute with a gesture, apparently he was going to ask one of his colleagues if they could check it for him; since he was kinda busy with the costumers entering the restaurant and constantly ordering something from the menu.

a different employee approached this time, but the black haired guy could still be seen walking by her side. it was a young lady that was wearing a red lipstick and wearing her hair on a pretty bun. "this is mina and she's gonna guide you guys to our reserved area, thank you so much for your patience." he bowed after introducing the — perhaps/look like — waitress, returning to his resigned job.

"thank you!" jaeyun shouted as he thanked the gentle employee.

"may i know your names?" she gently asked, smiling at you.

"mine is jaeyun and she is..." he waited for you to introduce yourself.

"y/n." you smiled-pursed your lips as you shyly replied.

"nice to meet you; follow me please." she turned her back at both of you as she began walking and guiding both of you to the private/reserved area. "are you two a couple?" the red lip lady asked with her back still facing you and jaeyun.

jaeyun glanced at you by the corner of his eyes. realising you were having the same ‘i don’t know what to say’ reaction, he took the hint to answer the waitress: “oh… we’re just friends for now…” and he giggled, trying to sound playful, making the young lady laugh.

“there you go love birds.” she playfully spoke, making you slightly cringe, softly smiling at her when she switched her gaze to you. “your friend jaeyun seems to be a good guy; and good guys are a blessing.” giggling she whispered at you ( not in a very silent way ). “if it feels right, them just let it!” before she walked away her hands turned into fists, like she was encouraging you to open your heart.

were you blessed with a good guy? all this time? hold back y/n, don’t confuse your clingy feelings with love.

“sorry about that…” jaeyun spoke with an embarrassed tone and a half-hearted smile.

you shook your head and let out a humoured laugh, “it’s okay, there is nothing to apologise about.” you blinked your eyes at him, reassuring that you weren’t bothered.

“oh…” his half-hearted smile turned into that smile you always cherished on your bad days. “so, what does my–this–” he paused trying to figure out your reaction, hoping you weren’t mad at him for calling you his. “yeah, my damsel would want to order?” he gently pursed his lips with a closed smile — trying to hold back this giddy feeling — after analysing for a second your soft smile at him.

after ordering a variety of beef and finishing off with a delicious and spicy tteokbbokki, jaeyun couldn’t forget to order a beer and an alcoholic beverage — like soju. you weren’t drunk, neither him, but you — in special — wasn’t completely sober: always giggling when the guy in front of you tells you a simple joke or life story. there was a moment where you were almost falling asleep on your knuckles and jaeyun observed how your eyes were heavy and close to shut, giggling at your cuteness. hearing his giggle you giggled with him, turning everything into a giggly mess.

and even not very sober, you could remember a time when you were telling something to jaeyun and he took your hand across the table, rubbing your knuckles as he took a sip on his beer. fuck, when did he get this attractive? oh my gosh. were you turning back into the old in love with my best friend y/n? it can’t be…

“y/n, are you okay?” nod. “are you sure?” nod. “your eyes seems heavy, are you sleepy?”

“no,” your head fell onto the table without hesitation. “i’m totally fine.” your voice was muffled since your mouth was fighting against the woody table.

and the last thing you heard was a gasp. perhaps you were drunk? very drunk?

“yun! let’s go back! i wanna drink mooore!” you whined, but wasn’t fighting against jaeyun’s arms as he carried you back home. — bride style.

“we can drink more another time, yeah baby?” oh shit, how sexy that sounded.

“yun…” you whispered as you heard a digital lock beeping and the sound of a door opening. “are we home?” you asked throwing your arms to hug him, almost falling from his grip.

“yeah, we are home.” you felt your forehead being pecked. “okay, you’ll have to help me yeah? i can’t leave you like this.” he whispered the last part after gently laying you onto the soft cushion of your sofa.

"wait," your drunken self spoke, gesturing with your hand for him to stop and switching to a sitting position, gazing at jaeyun this time. "are you leaving me?" you unconsciously pouted as your eyes closed and tears were running down your face. "why are you leaving?" you whined like a cry baby. "did i make something wrong? i'm sorry if i did!"

"no y/n, look," you felt big and warm hands cup your wet cheeks and a burning sensation made you open your eyes. "i'm just leaving your place, okay? i'll see you tomorrow, i don't want to intrude your privacy; is that okay?" he gently leaned and placed a kiss onto your forehead, looking at you with big eyes as he waited for your response; never forgetting to rub his thumbs against the skin of your red cheeks. "princess, is that okay?" jaeyun watched your eyes with intensity, wanting to know what your thoughts sounded like — and maybe find out why you were looking at him with such a intense gaze. he even looked down and checked himself to see if something has happened to his clothes for your eyes be so glued to his figure, but there was nothing to fix or worry about.

"okay..." your nod was followed by your gaze being suddenly dropped towards your best friend's lips, like when a magnet meeting iron.

"okay, i won't change your clothing but i can lead you to the bathroom, brush your teeth and get you ready to bed alright?" he watched your nod, smiling at your positive response.

with that, jaeyun picked you up and walked into your house's bathroom, sitting you down onto the toilet's lid. he proceeded to turn his back at you as his laid onto your toothbrush. after squeezing some toothpaste onto your toothbrush's bristles, he gently approached you and lifted your chin.

"can i?" he asked in a playful way as he shook the toothbrush's handle between his thumb and point finger.

"i wanna sleep..." you spoke with a groggy voice. jaeyun pursed his lips as he realised how heavy your head was against the touch of his fingers.

"i'll take that as an yes."

jaeyun brushed your teeth and tied your hair into a bun. he removed he mascara you were wearing and took off your jacked, leaving you with a simple tee and your jeans. he couldn't help to feel guilty about leaving you with these uncomfortable clothes, but he knew he would feel even more guilty if he had changed your clothes without your consent. he ended up handing you a glass of water: that you drank after a ton of groans and tired whines.

"there you go." your best friend groaned as he placed you onto your bed's cushion. "thanks for being my company tonight baby, i hope you feel better tomorrow." he whispered, covering your body with your blanket. "i'm leaving okay? rest well baby, i'll come here tomorrow and leave you a hangover medicine, how does that sound?" he was constantly asking for your opinion — even though you were not in a good condition — because he wanted to make sure you were knowing what was happening around.

before he could walk out of your room after placing a kiss onto your forehead for the third time this night, jaeyun heard your sweet, yet sleepy, voice call his name.

"jaeyun...?" he turned to look at you.

"what is it babe?"

"what if i say you look super attractive and i want to kiss you? would that sound weird?"

and that was the last thing your mind could remember after you woke up with your best friend's body way too close to yours.

taglist: @jakesangel , @laylasbunbunny , @jaeyunpinkyring-deactivated2024 . . .

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atrologynuances · 19 hours

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astrology observations pt 3

these are based on personal observations as well as acquired knowledge from books, websites, and other observation posts.

(some of these are brutally honest and some are very very general)

all signs included!!

⚜️ aries mercury are the type of people whose intelligence you don’t hear because their voice is too loud. oftentimes they’re described as hardheaded or bold when in reality they’re the reality check not everyone is ready to cash out. they’re also fairly messy, too many thoughts with no clear direction.

⚜️ aries men make for irresponsible fathers. the ones that are present but in reality they aren’t.

⚜️ libra placements can be very charming! however, this charm can become obnoxious and overstimulating very fast.

⚜️ I never hear anyone talk about how beautiful the eyes of scorpio risings are!! not only captivating and mysterious but they look like they hold the weight of the world in them and with that comes the secrets of manipulating you without you ever finding out. like an online library with an organized database and when they look for your name there, they know all your secrets.

⚜️ talking about scorpio risings, do any of you have weird experiences while you sleep? sleepwalking, sleep talking, people being scared of you when you’re sleeping?

⚜️ natives with north node in the 4th might have more conflicts at home when they find a full time job. it is hard to find a balance between the home and work life. this is more prominent if the north node is aspecting a malefic planet.

⚜️ a specific placement that will love their pet like a mother loves their baby is moon in the 6th!

⚜️ natives with pluto in the 10th house have to change jobs often because their coworkers subconsciously feel these people are overqualified for the job and envy them or envy how fast they were able to get promoted so they start hating on them. this creates a tense energy within the workplace making the pluto native to just quit the job and move onto the next. I find that there is nothing a pluto in the 10th house can’t master.

⚜️ natives with chiron in the 11th house attract friends with the same sun sign chiron is sitting on. this might be true with other chiron placements but it is especially true with chiron in the 11th. the sun sign person will bring challenges and leave the chiron native in the cold. the sun person also tends to belittle the chiron person a lot, thinking they are better than them.

⚜️ most taurus women have long torsos and short legs. I find that they’re also more prone to getting plastic surgery or cosmetic procedures. also, they have a very standardized beauty, like they don’t have a specific feature that sticks out, their face just blends together very prettily to the eye. i’ve also noticed they like gold or gold colored jewelry.

⚜️ gemini risings have gapped teeth. they also tend to have a bigger head than the rest of their body and be on the skinnier side. one thing i’ve noticed is that their energy feels light and familiar but also unknown. like a new friend whose vibes you like but you don’t really know much about them.

⚜️ unevolved gemini moons have a need to be liked by people; they want to feel and be included. in general, when you hear about them from other people they sound mean and intimidating, but when you get to know them they’re actually pretty cool to talk to. they also make for great listeners, and will have you saying things you wouldn’t have confessed to other people as easily or fast lol.

⚜️ sagittarius mercuries are story tellers! what I love about them is they know how to identify the interesting points with the ones that aren’t so their story is always fun to listen to. the thing with them is they’ll tell you the same story multiple times lol.

⚜️ I have personally noticed that cancer mars MEN are more likely to commit domestic violence. this is a very broad accusation I know. it is just an observation i’ve made with celebrities and men with this placement around me. they tend to act out on their current emotions. on the other hand, cancer mars women are veryyyy passive aggressive lol.

⚜️ venus in leo always attract people that get them better jobs, better deals on something or an upgrade of some sort lol. or they tend to be in good terms with a superior which later helps them get promoted.

⚜️ virgo mars are hard workers!!! I love love love this mars sign. they can come off as know it alls sometimes but sometimes they do know it all lol. a lot of actual life experience. they’re the ones you should call if you’re looking for a job, because they always know of a place that is hiring lol. if you ever need something done efficiently, call a virgo mars! not only are they willing to do it, keep if between you two, but they also do it well! three for one deal.

⚜️ a lot of capricorns make bad friends. they’re not the type to embarrass you in front of people type of bad friend, I find that brings embarrassment to them as well and they can’t have that. they are the type to belittle you throughout the friendship to check off their competition list though lol.

⚜️ aquariuses fall in love with their friends a lot! even when they are in a relationship, they still fall in love with other people. they’re very individualistic and if they think being with someone else will bring them happiness they will pursue that without caring about their current situation. that’s why they’re more prone to “sleep around” lol.

⚜️ pisces risings daydream a lot, sometimes they’re ashamed of how far they go when daydreaming. also, pisces risings might look like they’re on cloud nine, but nine times out of ten, they read the room before stepping a foot in it. i’ve also noticed that sometimes they act dumber than what they actually are just to see how others react to it. like you think you’re manipulating them but they’re the ones manipulating you by letting you think they’re actually getting manipulated lol.

#astrology #astrology observations #astro observations #astrologynuances #cancer #pisces #leo #libra #gemini #saggitarius #capricorn #age of aquarius #aquarius #taurus #aries #virgo #scorpio #moon #planets

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Turnabout Timeloop Chapter 1

“I’ve heard enough. It’s time to declare my verdict.”

(This is bad.) Apollo didn’t have the evidence needed to turn this around. (What should I do???) He was out of options, wasn’t he? (That doesn’t matter!! I can come up with a good reason why. For now, I just need to ob-)

“Guilty.”

(….ject)

Almost instantly, a voice rings out across the courtroom. “NO!!!!! Frin would never do something like that!! Let them go!!!” Bonnie struggles helplessly in Odile’s arms. They must have found a way to sneak into the courtroom after all. Odile’s expression is unreadable as she tries to usher them back out of the courtroom. None of them had wanted Bonnie to see this.

Apollo’s client, Sifferin, nomiddlename nolastname (Still can’t believe that was allowed), stares in horror at the commotion. “Bonbon….” They look shattered. Understandably so, considering they were just declared guilty of murder, and in front of Bonnie, no less.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t- I just- wanted to-I’m sorry.” Their voice is small. Practically drowned out by the scuffle happening in the back of the room.

(What do they mean?) Was there something he missed? There had to have been. It just didn’t add up. (I wish I had more time to investigate, maybe I could’ve-)

Apollo

Feels

Tug

His

Stomach

Apollo wakes up at his desk in the Wright Anything Agency. (A dream? Man. I must be really stressed about this case if I’m dreaming about losing it huh? That dream was weirdly detailed though….weird.)

He tilts his head back and forth to try and deal with his stiff neck. It pops unpleasantly.

“You’re going to end up with back problems like me, you know.” A familiar voice calls out.

Phoenix. Wright. His boss. Didn’t he say something like this before? Apollo had just kind of responded noncommittally in the dream, something about not doing it again. It was pretty passive, and he’d felt weird about it after. Like he was a kid getting scolded by his dad. (Gross.)

“Dunno, Mr. Wright. You sure you’re not just old?”

“HA. I guess you don’t want this coffee then. More for me.”

“Wait, no I was just joking-” he wanted that coffee.

“Yeah, yeah I know-” He pauses and with a devious smirk adds “....kiddo.” and ruffles Apollo’s hair.

(Eugh.) Apollo nabs the coffee from Phoenix’s hand and downs it. He’s not sure how long he slept but he needs to get to work. There was lots to do. Meet with the client, investigate the crime scene, interview the witnesses…the sooner he got started the better. He didn’t want a repeat performance of his dream.

“Alright, you know Trucy and I are going to be out of town for her next show. Gonna have to get your own coffee for a few days. “

“I’m sure I’ll manage.” It was kind of a shame. Mr. Wright did make weirdly good coffee. Maybe he worked at a coffee shop at some point when he was disbarred? Who knows. Wasn’t like he’d tell Apollo if he had.

“Good luck on your case. I know Prosecutor Von Karma can be intimidating but she’s mellowed out a lot since I faced her in court. You got this!”

Prosecutor Von Karma…she had been practicing law abroad for some time now and had only just recently returned to Ka Bue. The daughter of Manfred Von Karma, the prosecutor with one of the longest win streaks known in the law world as well as the adoptive sister of the head prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. Family legacy aside, she was well known to be very good at what she did and to take very little nonsense in the courtroom. He’d have to be at the top of his game if he was going to be facing her. In his dream she’d been as formidable as he’d imagined… Perhaps it was some sort of subconscious warning against complacency? Sure. He’d go with that.

“Athena’s out of the office today but should be able to assist you in the trial tomorrow if you need back up.” He knew she’d been enjoying some down time after her last big case and didn’t want to drag her into his own workload. Still, her skills were invaluable in many past cases so he should consider his options carefully.

“Water Charley for me, won’t you?”

Oh, he’d been in his own head about the case and not responding to Mr. Wright, oops. “Of course. I’ve got things here Mr. Wright. Go enjoy Trucy’s show”

“I know you’ve got this, I just gotta do my job as your boss, heh. See ya in a few days.”

“Don’t forget to take a few videos of the show for me!”

“‘Course.” He says as he leaves the room with a small wave.

He fixes his signature spikes and pulls on his suit pinning his badge to the lapel.

His pretrial nerves were starting to get to him as well as lingering weirdness from the dream. Well. No one was here to judge him for doing his cords of steel warm ups as he got ready sooo-

“APOLLO JUSTICE IS DOING FINE!!”

“APOLLO! JUSTICE! IS DOING FINE!”

“I'M FINE!”

“I! AM! FINE!”

(Alright!! All warmed up! It's go time, Apollo!)

He hops on his bike and pedals away to the detention center. He vaguely remembers how there had been a traffic jam in his dream so he takes an alternative route where he could stick to side streets more. Silly maybe but hey if his subconscious was trying to protect him from being late who was he to argue?

A woman is waiting for him outside the building. She is technically the one who hired him. (Odile if I remember correctly. She’s a Ka Buan citizen but has been abroad up until recently. She was part of a group that saved the country of Vaugarde.)

This case was somewhat of a diplomatic nightmare. Despite the distance, Vauguarde and Ka Bue were in pretty good standing with one another. Convicting one the saviors of Vauguarde carried steep political implications. A citizen of Ka Bue had been murdered though and the law was clear that justice must be served regardless of the circumstances of the accused. It was his job to prove his client innocent and possibly prevent an international incident. (No pressure!)

“Mr. Justice.” She says it more as a statement than a question. HIs defense badge must have given him away.

“Yes, ma'am! At your service!” He realizes he sounds a bit too over eager and tones it back a bit. “You must be madame Odile?”

“That’s correct.” She gives him an appraising look. Her expression does not give away any conclusions she may have drawn. “Thank you for coming out on such short notice.”

“Of course.” (Short notice is kind of the norm in my experience…)

“Siffrin is inside. They wouldn’t let me inside to talk to them but they should let you in as his lawyer.”

(She seems calm for someone whose friend is currently being held on suspicion of murder. She’s either one tough lady or she’s convinced they didn’t do it.)

“I’ll see if I can get you visitation privileges after I talk to them.”

She gives him a small nod. “Thank you.”

Apollo enters the detention center trying not to think too hard about how Odile had appeared so accurately in his dream. It was probably just his brain mixing up memory with dreams after all. She just looks similar enough that his brain THINKS it's the same! (....yeah that’s gotta be it)

His client looks very distraught. Understandable considering the circumstances but they look like they’re on the verge of a panic attack. (I should do something to calm them down.)

In Vauguardian he says: “Hey, breathe for a second alright?” When their attention snaps to him he hesitates for a moment then: “Here um. LIke this?” He breathes in. Then out.

They follow his lead and after a bit seem to have centered themself a bit. A realization seems to dawn on them a moment later however. “How did you know to do that?”

“A breathing exercise? I mean. It's a pretty common calming technique isn’t it?”

“No- You…did it differently before”

“Before…?” (I did do it differently in the dream didn’t I? This way seemed to work better for them in the dream so I guess I just led with it? But that was just a dream. Wasn’t it???)

They seem to be deep in thought for a long moment then they fix an intense look on him. “Something of mine was found on the victim. What was it?”

“A coin.”

The answer was so automatic he surprises himself. That wasn’t right. He hadn’t even been to the crime scene yet. Sure in his dream there’d been a coin but that was just-

“Stars. You remember.”

#ace attorney #isat #siffrin #apollo justice #ace attorney au #in stars and time #isat au #turnabout timeloop #my writing #fanfiction

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If you could change Shameless storylines in a sort of "I'm the master puppeteer and I'm all knowing" kinda way, what would you change? And what would you put in place of those changes?

Example: Mickey not going to prison, since Noel is (contractually) staying in this AU Ian and Mickey don't break up at the end of season 5, what does their relationship look like in S6?

Other ideas: Kev and Vee pregnancy with her mother ends up fizzling out because in the middle of Shameless creating that storyline Shanola got pregnant and would have looked pregnant during filming so the story got changed at the last minute. -> Scrap the mother from the script and let's say that Vee being pregnant was very easy, what would they end up doing that season?

Frank should have probably died earlier, and his death should have been unrelated to either his drinking or his age. Probably after Monica, to add irony I'd say it should happen during his Francis arc, when he was sober so... S8? And actually show the Gallaghers dealing with it.

All the early romantic interests should have stayed longer and been even more fleshed out as characters beyond their relationship to their Gallagher, there's a reason ppl remember the early relationships so much more than the later ones, the Milkovich, the Jackson (as much as I don't particularly like Sheila) and Jimmy and his family are sooo weird and dysfunctional and interesting. They should have their own small story arcs every season, also, have them interact with the rest of the family.

Have the actress for S1 Mandy stay the whole show, the energy she brought to the character is soo different, if her version of the character had stayed and had still ended up with Lip I feel like she would have threatened to scalp Lip with a smile on her face before ever turning her anger and desperation on Karen.

Also, her incest/abortion arc is either treated more in-depth or it should get scrapped completely. It's NEVER brought back and it's probably one of the darkest details of S2 that really feels out of place especially in the early seasons.

I'd define the Milkovich family more: how many brothers? How many cousins? Names? It sure was convenient of the writers to just say that the Milkovich themselves don't know how many siblings and half-siblings they have so that they never have to keep them straight and they can appear and disappear and spawn new ones whenever the story requires it.

I really liked Bonnie, Carl's first crush, would 100% bring her back at some point.

Since this is an "I'm an all-powerful being making these decisions" I'd make Noel start out younger, not necessarily his character's age (Noel had a baby face that wouldn't intimidate a bunny) I'd have him start out s1 at 20, so that he can still convincingly play young in the later seasons.

Not sure what I'd change of Debbie's storyline, I'd probably bake hints of her being a lesbian basically every season and have her realize it earlier than in canon, probably bring out Sandy seasons earlier than they did.

A bit less Frank, definitely less Sheila scenes (sorry to anyone that likes her, I just don't).

A lot of those plotlines that involved a single character that ended up fizzling out without going anywhere replaced with a joint storyline with Kev and Vee or Frank and Monica or another sibling.

#sorry if this got rambly at some point but ideas kept coming up #shameless #my post #shameless us #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #lip gallagher #mandy milkovich #sandy milkovich #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #fiona gallagher

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Jade Shadows Spoilers

I just finished Jade Shadows and I love it, even if it did baffle me to begin with. And it definitely had a very uncomfortable bit.

Personally, I agree. It was really short. But we've had some mainline story quests that just… are short but still really impactful (Prelude to War and the Apostasy Prologue mainly). This one, just as much as the others, was CLEARLY setting up for a continuation.

Also is Christmas Stalker gonna start slapping us now? Just *sets baby down* "wait here sweetie Daddy's got bills to pay" *DRAWS HATE* "TENNO"

Part of the disappointment I'm seeing is, I think, because people expected it to be more about Jade. But this wasn't Jade's story, not really. This was Stalker's story. If she's the light, this is a story about what follows light: shadows. And what did we learn Stalker is but the shadow to her light?

Look, I'm all for having a childless lifestyle, I am pro-choice, I will never have children because I don't want to, and I have a deep fear of pregnancy and childbirth, too. But damn if I don't respect those who can and do want that for themselves. There's sacrifice in giving that up, but there's sacrifice in having children, too.

I don't think anyone gets to claim misogyny in this case. Warframe has a TON of strong female characters—and make no mistake, JADE IS ONE OF THEM. Does Operator not say that something was killing her, and she wasn't fighting it? She wanted that baby. She wanted it so much she poured every last iota of strength she had into it. And that was her choice, not a choice that was made for her.

Jade… doesn't have any agency? Really? Idk I think there's a lot of agency in a woman choosing to be a mother and holding on long enough to see it through despite everything, just to make sure her child gets to live? She became a Warframe and held on to her love for Sorren/Stalker, and she carried her baby to term? And you don't think she had any agency? Hello? Did we play the same quest?

And sometimes, sometimes, women live and die by tragedy, and the only way their story gets told is through those that follow. DE clearly set that up for what follows, not what came before.

(And isn't that kind of how we learned about Marguilis? We, and the Lotus, and Natah, are what follows. We tell her story. Now Sirius/Orion and Stalker get to tell Jade's.)

On another note, this did not feel like a redemption to me. I see some people complaining in that respect, but fatherhood does not a redemption make. Bad people can do good things, and good people can do bad. If there's.going to be a redemption, this is only the beginning.

Also DE out here feeding my bisexuality with more intimidating Corpus ladies.

#i have feelings #might delete and polish this later #but i don't see the point of the anger #warframe #warframe spoilers #jade shadows #jade shadows spoilers #warframe stalker #warframe operator #warframe ordis

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two-bit mathews dating hc’s 🧸🤍

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Two-bit x Fem!reader

warnings/extra; mention of Keith smacking reader’s butt and being drunk. Sorry if I missed something. Also I calli him Keith in this one because I’m not calling him no goofy ah ‘Two-bit’ 😭

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ this is the first ff that I actually 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 so be patient and bare with me omg😢 but anyways feel free to send reqs once I actually make some rules and open the req box! ♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

𐙚 ok so I’m just gonna get straight into it, you can’t tell me this man doesn’t call you the most 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 nicknames ever

𐙚 all jokes of course but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. especially when he says them around your friends, family, etc

𐙚 I mean occasionally he’d be a normal human being and call you baby or something but when he wants to be extra he’ll call you babycheeks, muffin, or honey bear LIKE WHAT

𐙚 Sometimes you wonder if he’s joking or if he’s actually being serious cause there’s no way

𐙚 makes the most dirtiest jokes anywhere anytime. Like yall saw that once scene where he lifted that girl’s skirt or where he made that dirty joke to the girl sitting in the car? Guaranteed he didn’t even know them, so let’s just say around you, his girlfriend, he gets pretty.. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (sorry omg)

𐙚 he has an 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀 laugh. Just picture it, yall are having a cute little date and what not at the diner and he just pulls out one of his jokes, starts laughing like crazy. By himself too, you let out a fake giggle or two to ease the second hand embarrassment.

𐙚 you almost ditched him then and there when people’s heads started turning, looking for the source of sound

𐙚 when yall are over at the curtis house he forces you to watch mickey mouse with him whether you like it or not

𐙚 atleast he’ll share some chocolate cake with you that one of the curtis brothers made.

𐙚 *jealousy zone* he gets pretty jealous easily. let’s say there’s some guy trying to talk you up. Keith’ll just pop out of nowhere and wrap an arm around your shoulder, staring down that guy like this 🤨

𐙚 he’ll play that whole ‘tough guy act’ and intimidate the guy, maybe even swing out his switchblade

𐙚 like who does bro think he is 😭🔥

𐙚 he’ll either make some remark or just stare the guy down. Which leads to an awkward atmosphere, eventually the guy got the message and just walked away, grumbling under his breath.

𐙚 don’t get me wrong though, you can still have guy friends. Just as long as they don’t get too close to home

𐙚 but he is pretty protective just in general. Someone talking crap about you? He’s already on them with some snarky remark. He’s so quick with it too omg. Like he’s genuinely good at putting someone in their place

𐙚 as for affection, I feel like he’d be into it but not CRAZY into it. He’d have an arm slung around your shoulder, smack your butt, have an arm around your waist, yk the basics

𐙚 but when he happens to be drunk he’s way more lovey dovey and flirty than usual.

𐙚 drunk or not, he does like to leave purposeful sloppy kisses on your cheek just to gross you out. You can just smell the alcohol on him which makes you all the more grossed out so you proceed to “wipe off” his kiss. He gets pretty butt hurt

𐙚 he got you a minnie mouse shirt to match his mickey one. You haven’t worn that thing outside the house once. may or may not have stolen it for you

𐙚 if you get along with his little sister then he’s more head over heels than before, she looks up to you a lot and it’s just one of the couple things that warms Keith’s heart

𐙚 overall he’s a pretty decent boyfriend, would definitely recommend. 10/10

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders x you #outsiders #the outsiders imagine #the outsiders fanfiction #fanfic #headcanon #two bit mathews #two bit matthews x reader #keith mathews #two bit imagine #fluff

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Animals Without Direction

Chapter Thirty-Six: Drums

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Drums.

The marching sounds like drums.

It reverberates through your body like a second heartbeat. Each and every beat sends a shock wave of fear and anxiety right through you.

Just as the sky was brightening, you started to hear it. The drums of evil. The drums of death .

You and Hyunjin were the first to pick up on it, your Elven ears piqued immediately on the first thud.

The two of you have not left each other’s side since the gate closed. The stone walls surrounding you somehow don’t make you feel as safe as the hand firmly clasped in yours does.

Hyunjin’s presence is keeping you sane. Every instinct in your body is screaming to leave. Every iota of your being is begging for you to turn tail and run.

Both of you are standing in the center of the fort, both eyes facing forward, away from the gate. You know they’re coming from the south and the west. Jeongin and Changbin lie behind the hill to the North.

Louder and louder the drums begin to sound. They sound more like footsteps the closer they get. You begin to hear their armor clinking, their swords bashing against their shields to intimidate you.

Hyunjin squeezes your hand tighter. He’s trembling. Same as you.

Every hair on your body feels like it's standing up. There’s a permanent lump in your throat.

“I have seen many battles in my day,” Hyunjin whispers for your ears only. “Never have I felt like this before.”

You only hold his hand tighter.

Any moment now, you’ll need to let go and grab a hold of the sword that feels so heavy on your hip. The sword attached to the belt that Jeongin secured to your body with such care.

The ghost of his kiss sits on your lips.

The archers on the top of the stone walls shift around. They’re all sitting against the wall to conceal themselves from view. The six other foot soldiers stand in the center of the fort with you and Hyunjin.

Louder. Louder. Louder .

You can’t hear your heartbeat anymore. You can only feel it.

Tighter. Tighter. Tighter .

You’re grateful for each second you get to hold his hand.

One of the archers makes eye contact with you. His bow is held in front of him with a nocked arrow not yet pulled back to be fired.

The two of you stare at one another before his eyes move behind you. They widen. He gulps.

What did he see?

You fight every instinct to not turn your head.

Do not stare directly into the eyes of the Void, Y/N.

Louder. Louder. Louder.

Do not stare death in the face.

Tighter. Tighter. Tighter.

Swallow your doom and let it sit in your stomach with your last meal.

Louder. Louder. Louder–

It stops.

It’s silent.

It was silent before your parents saw the Mercy Division through the window, too.

Your eyes drift up to the sky. It's not quite blue yet. It’s painted orange and pink.

Not a single cloud to be seen.

How beautiful.

But, yesterday’s sunset was probably prettier…

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Every single archer stands up, pulls back their bowstring, and looses their arrows at the same time.

Twelve arrows soar through the air. You have no idea if any of them hit their targets. The yelling starts immediately following the whizzing noises that came from the attack.

It’s a roar.

It rips right through you like a lightning bolt.

“By The Six,” you murmur. How many of them are there?

Hyunjin squeezes your hand one last time, pulling your attention to him.

Your eyes meet.

“For Miroh,” he says to you.

“For Elves ,” you respond.

He stares at you for a second, grabbing your face with two warm hands and pressing a long kiss to your forehead. His hands feel so warm on your cheeks. He somehow fights off the December chill.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he hisses against your skin.

He lets you go just as quickly.

The two of you part and your hand reaches for your sword like second nature.

A wave of arrows comes over the top of the wall, blindy coming down into the center of the fort. None of them are near your body, but still, you flinch.

The shield of absorption comes off your back and you hold it securely on your arm.

Every archer knocks back another arrow and lets them fly. Over and over again, they reach into their quivers and pull arrows out, not even giving themselves time to think before they’re fired into the hoard.

It’s only a few seconds before another barrage of arrows comes over the top of the fort walls. These arrows are much closer to your body, you lift your shield up over your head.

One bounces off the metal and the shield begins to purr.

There’s a sharp yelp to your right. You turn your head just in time to see one of your archers fall to the ground from atop the wall with an arrow in his chest.

Hyunjin moves from your side and sprints towards one of the turrets.

“Hyunjin!” you yell after him. He turns and yells back.

“I can shoot my flames from above into their army. Stay alive, mercenary!” He doesn’t say anymore, he turns and runs into the stone leaving you with the six other foot soldiers on the ground.

Another barrage of arrows comes down and you duck under the shield. Three hit the steel.

Things are happening so fast, you almost forgot how quickly everything happens during battle. It’s one thing after the next within 3 seconds of each other.

There’s a loud clang to your left against the gate. It chills your bones. It’s immediately followed by more clanging and yelling.

It bangs over and over and over again. The bellows of angry soldiers overlap the hits.

Slowly, you turn and look directly into the eyes of hatred. So many sets of gleaming, evil eyes are pushed against the metal gates of Fort Mire, waiting to be let in. Waiting to tear the flesh from your bones.

These soldiers are uglier, meaner, nastier than any Erban soldier you’ve seen before.

Their muscles are bigger, their swords sharper, and their hatred stronger. It’s been so long since you’ve seen a Mercy Division soldier.

The fear rips right through your body.

All of these soldiers have one purpose. And it’s to kill you.

And you can feel it in their glares. In the way their screams and words are slung at you.

Suddenly, you’re a small girl again, pulling your cloak over your ears as you run through the woods. You’re hiding from their lingering stares in the streets of Erbus’ capital.

Everything about their aura sends you back.

Your chin dips down as you stare back. You will not allow them to intimidate you more than they already do.

No matter how loud fear is screaming in the back of your mind, you will not let them get to you. Not anymore.

The rest of your body turns and you face the gate completely.

Other soldiers around you stand motionless as they also stare at their doom.

“Six protect us,” one of them whimpers under his breath.

Your hand tightens around your sword. You lift your shield up to protect yourself from another barrage of arrows.

Four this time.

Mercy Division soldiers continue to pound at the gate with their weapons. Dust and tiny bits of debris fall from the stone surrounding the gate with each hit. All of a sudden, you have no faith in the fort’s construction.

That gate is the only thing protecting you from death.

The archers continue to fire more arrows into the horde. Gods, you hope they’re hitting their marks.

All around you the air takes a deep breath, The little heat that was in the December air is sucked away.

A loud swoosh sucks up the atmosphere and then there’s a loud roar of screams from the army outside the walls.

Your eyes flick up to the wall just in time to see Hyunjin dance around before launching a large ball of flames down into the enemy horde. The screams get even louder.

“ ELF! ” A soldier screams from outside the gate.

Your blood runs cold as you stare at Hyunjin. He doesn’t even flinch. His lithe body spins around, fingers moving in a dance just as elegant as his body while he draws heat and energy from the world around him.

The world inhales once more and another ball of flames begins to grow in his palm. His other hand comes in front of his body and produces a blue shimmery ward.

A barrage of arrows are shot at him and each arrow deflects off the ward.

It’s like he has a giant target on his head now.

He ducks, spins, and launches the fireball into the crowd. More screams and more arrows are fired at him.

“Ladders!” An archer screams from atop the wall.

Oh, shit .

Your feet take off before you can think further. Next thing you know, you’re sprinting into the same turret that Hyunjin entered previously.

You’re leaping up three stairs at a time up the spiral structure.

The closer you get to the top, the louder the screaming gets.

By the time you run outside along the wall, Hyunjin hurls another fireball into the army. Your eyes follow it all the way down.

Down.

Down…

To the… hundreds of soldiers surrounding the Fort.

It’s just … a sea of enemies. They’re everywhere.

Your knees wobble as the fear finally grips your heart. There’s just… so many .

Where’s the grass? You can’t even see the ground between them! They’re all screaming, banging their swords against their shields.

Ladders are being brought to the front of the army towards the wall.

You can see the three flaming craters in the ground from Hyunjin’s attacks. There’s sizable holes in the army where his attack landed. But it’s like taking one brick out of a wall.

The front line of archers pull back their bowstrings and let them fly.

You bring your shield up just in time to deflect at least ten arrows off of them.

A loud clang comes from your right and you whip your head around to see the ladder resting against the wall. Any second now, a soldier will pop up and try to get to the gate’s lever.

Once that gate is open, Miroh’s interior legion is done for.

You’re all too familiar with that battle plan.

Swallowing your fear, you look down at your fellow foot soldiers on the ground.

“ Get your asses up here! ”

Without any further hesitation, your instincts push your body into the passenger seat and you spin around and bash your shield into the Erban soldier that was charging you after he got off the ladder.

Because of the array of arrows that the shield took the hit of, when you bash the soldier, a loud pop sounds through the air and his body is thrown off the wall.

Behind you, you hear Hyunjin launch another fireball into the enemies below.

You take two steps closer to where the ladder is leaning against the wall.

A soldier vaults over the stone wall and is immediately met with your sword coming upwards and slicing up under his chin. He doesn’t even have a moment to register what happened before his body is falling backwards off the wall.

Grabbing the wall with your one free hand, you turn and kick the ladder down backwards and down into the army. There’s a loud roar of screams as it comes down with several soldiers still climbing it.

Again, no time to watch.

You see another ladder being placed against the wall ahead of you, much closer to Hyunjin.

The mage is looking the other way, his elegant moves never pause once. He’s launching fireball after fireball down into the Mercy Division.

His cape billows around his soldiers. Embers swirl around him like fireflies. His eyebrows are fiercely furrowed in concentration.

You’re running towards the ladder.

One, two, three soldiers make it over the top by the time you make it over there.

Two of them turn their attention to you while the third focuses on an archer along the wall.

The first soldier raises his sword and brings it down to you, you raise your shield and block the blow– you feel the metal purr on your arm.

Pushing his sword away with the shield, you swing your sword upwards at his head, he leans backwards to evade your swipe.

The second soldier swings his battleax at your body, you drop down to the ground underneath it. At the same time, your leg comes out and sweeps underneath the first soldier, knocking his own feet out from under him.

Your momentum spins you around more and you pop back up to block another hit from the battleax with your shield. More and more your shield vibrates.

Bringing your boot up, you kick the second soldier in the chest, when he stumbles backwards, you shield bash him once more. The energy stored within the shield launching him off the wall.

The first soldier is just about to get up when you swing your sword down and right across his neck.

Blood spurts out of the open wound and sprays all over your freshly polished armor.

Grimacing, you turn and see the archer had already taken care of the third soldier and managed to push the ladder off the wall at the same time.

There’s a growl behind you.

You turn just in time to get hit right in the jaw with a strong right hook. It blurs your vision and rocks your entire world for a moment.

Copper floods your mouth and you stumble back a step.

Shaking your head, you raise your shield out of instinct and weakly block another blow from a sword. It knocks you back a few steps.

When you regain your footing, you steel your hold on your shield to absorb several more blows as the soldier relentlessly swings at you.

Hit after hit after hit abuses your shield.

They’re one after the other, the shockwave from the hit goes up your arms into your shoulders each time.

You grit your teeth and push back to meet an attack and a deafening crack splits the air.

The soldier lets out a blood curdling, gurgle-type scream and another gruesome spray of blood washes over your body not concealed by the shield.

By The Six.

A strong ache blossoms through your jaw from his punch, your vision still feels a bit fuzzy from the blow.

When you take the shield away from your vision, you see blood everywhere . The damage the shield had done to him was insurmountable. You feel your stomach flip when you see his arm had been ripped clean off. The rest of his corpse was bleeding out against the wall.

“Gods…” you murmur, swallowing the bile in your throat.

There was no time to dwell on that.

More and more soldiers are climbing up the walls like insects.

The archers are doing what they can to take them down, but it’s starting to become too much.

You turn and scan the wall.

Hyunjin catches your eye once more. He’s a whirlwind of heat and flames. The very air around him bends to his will as he hurls attack after attack into the enemy.

There are ladders on either side of him.

Immediately after he throws fire on one side, he spins around and launches one to the other. Back and forth, back and forth. One after the other. There’s no hesitation between any of his attacks.

He’s already three steps ahead of the soldiers crawling up the walls.

But you can tell he’s becoming overwhelmed.

Archers are so focused on the perimeter of the wall, they cannot turn their attention on him even for a moment. The foot soldiers are no longer down below in the fort, like you, they’ve come up to the top of the wall to protect it with everything they have.

The screams of battle are so loud and consistent, they’ve almost become white noise.

Swords clash. Metal scrapes against metal.

Curses are thrown as arrows are fired.

Begs for mercy and medical attention hit your ears– but they’re not voices you recognize.

Miroh’s interior legion was not going down without a fight.

Another ladder comes up and sets into place on Hyunjin’s left.

You take off in his direction.

Other Erban soldiers try to get in your way but they’re quickly introduced to either your sword or your shield. Left and right you cut them down. Some fall to the stone under your feet, others fall from the top of the wall down to the dirt below.

One by one, four Erban soldiers come over the ladder to the left of Hyunjin, three on the right.

Your aching legs push faster, you completely bowl over two more soldiers off the wall. Their screeches barely even reach your ears.

The closer you get to Hyunjin, the colder the air is around you– he’s taking all the heat from the world around him in order to hurl the flames down into the enemy.

You see his eyes flick over towards you when you’re about ten feet away.

The world moves in slow motion.

His sharp eyes move from you, to the enemies around him. Your boots hit the stone with heavy thuds.

Hyunjin spins and launches a fireball past your body, taking out the soldiers directly to your five o’clock. You feel the heat shoot past your head– it will be a miracle if none of your hair singed off in the crossfire.

You continue running as fast as your legs will allow.

He finishes his spin and bends over, making his back as flat as possible.

Oh, you clever mage.

An enemy soldier raises his sword above his head directly next to Hyunjin, ready to bring it down onto the mage’s neck.

You shoot forward, your body using its momentum to spin and create even more force.

Rolling to the side and raising your sword up at the same time, your entire body rolls over the back of Hyunjin's, your shoulder blades meeting for a split second.

Your body glides around and you roll over Hyunjin’s back.

With your sword gripped tightly in your hand, you bring it down to slash across the soldier before he could bring his own down on Hyunjin’s neck.

As soon as your boots hit the stone once more, your body twists and you bash your shield into another soldier. The metal of his helmet clangs with the metal of the shield and he recoils.

Your arm comes back and you smack the shield forward at him again before he can recover, launching his body over the wall.

Time resumes at its normal pace.

Behind you, you can feel Hyunjin’s body moving fluidly once more.

The two of you become a sight to see.

If you go low to take out the legs of the soldier approaching you, Hyunjin goes high and attacks the one after him. You’re fighting back to back, taking on every single Erban soldier that makes it over the wall.

The lever to open the gate rests directly between your battling bodies.

Anyone that gets close is immediately cut down.

Both of you look like you’re in a well rehearsed dance with how well your attacks are timed out. You’re defending the lever that opens the gate as if your life depends on it.

Because it does .

Soldier after soldier meets your sword and shield, all of their bodies adding to a morbid pile on the ground below you. Arrows continue to whizz past your head and into any Erban soldiers you or Hyunjin cannot get to.

Over, under, up, down, slash, bash, jump, dodge, stab, left, right. Your two bodies look so graceful in their movements.

Just a pair of battle trained Elves ready to fight until their last breath.

Your vision is so locked into the battle; every muscle is moving on its own. The sword you wield is no longer just a weapon, it’s an extension of your own body. Blood covers your armor, painting a gruesome war painting all along the steel.

The air around you is so cold, not only from the December air, but from Hyunjin drawing every single ounce of warmth from it in order to wield his blessed fire.

Your eyes snap to the ladders just a few feet away from you. Soldier after soldier comes up, one after the other. Just a never ending stream of evil.

You need to knock those ladders over. No, you need to eliminate them completely.

How are you going to destroy those ladders? Even if you knock it down, they’ll just put it back up.

Slashing at another enemy soldier, his blood sprays all over your body before he falls to the ground in a heap.

“Y/N!” Hyunjin yells. You whip around to him. “Shield!”

You raise the shield up in front of your body.

A whistle pierces your ears before you feel a fireball shatter upon impact when it hits you.

The metal on your arm vibrates. You grunt loudly with the impact.

You smirk.

Just like old times, eh, Hyunjin? Camus is rolling over in his grave.

You spin around, gaining momentum, before you hurl the shield at the soldiers like a discus.

“ WARD! ” Hyunjin screams.

Shit.

The shield careens through the air and when it hits one of the soldiers at the top of the ladder, a loud explosion rings out.

Your hand comes up in front of you.

A loud drumbeat sounds in your ears, it’s so loud, as if the sound was coming directly from within your chest. Every single drum pounds in a strong rhythm.

That same shimmering magic pours out of your hands before the blast of the impact can affect you. You can vaguely feel the heat against your palm from the other side of your magical shield.

Wooden pieces of the ladder fly out around you, some of the tinier pieces shooting through your ward and clinking against your armor.

As soon as the initial blast dies down, you drop your ward and swing your sword around to behead an Erban soldier who was more preoccupied with the explosion than you.

Then, with no warning, there’s a respite.

You look around and see no Erban soldiers climbing over the wall on your side.

Frantically, your eyes look around for your shield. It had to have gone somewhere close by. Where? Where did it go?

Hyunjin runs up behind you, you can feel his pants on the back of your neck. You turn around to look up at him.

His sharp, crimson eyes scan over every part of your face, then down your body, looking for any injuries. Ash and soot spots blotch his otherwise flawless skin.

“Are you hurt?” he pants.

“Nay, you?”

“Nay.”

“Good.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You’ve been fighting non-stop now for who knows how long. The roof of your mouth is so dry, your tongue sticks to it as you try to produce saliva.

Turning, you look over the wall and see Erban soldiers piling up against the wall below, most of them trying to get through the gate. Arrows are being fired up towards the two of you and flying past your head.

A deep cough comes from your chest and you look around on the ground, still trying to find your shield.

Hyunjin grabs your upper arm and points downward towards the dirt within the walls of Fort Mire.

“Thank The Six,” you breathe out. The metal glints in the sunlight.

Once more, your eyes lift and you look all along the wall.

Your heart sinks.

Only three archers remain.

Only two foot soldiers are standing.

The walls of Fort Mire are littered with bodies. Some of them are still whining and begging for mercy or medical attention. But they’re all beyond help at this point.

Blood pools over the stone. The entire wall is painted a deep crimson from the sheer amount of gore splattered all along it.

Your armor is no better— you look like a corpse that rose from the dead.

“Get the ladders to the front!” an Erban commander screams from down below.

More ladders.

When you wipe the sweat off your brow, you end up smearing blood across your face. It turns your stomach but you swallow the bile rising up.

By the Six, how were you supposed to hold off any longer?

Your legion is a shell of its former self. How much longer until your body becomes one of the numerous lying dead at your feet?

Hyunjin takes a deep breath behind you. “Here they come…” he whispers under his breath.

Your head whips around to look to the north. A sharp horn pierces the air in a long, low, deep blast. It rattles your very bones.

But not with fear, no. With hope .

Hundreds of horses pour over the hills.

The roar of Miroh’s soldier’s battle cries sound like one constant note at this point. It’s just a low, even hum that lifts your spirits.

Even with how far away he is, you can clearly make out Changbin leading the charge down the hill, his sword held tightly in one hand and his horse’s reins in the other.

You feel your motivation coming back into your body. You just need to last.

Protect the gate. Protect the fort.

Survive.

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