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Anti-Romantic | CHAPTER TWO | 18+

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THE MATCHMAKER MEETS HIS MATCH

“Ruin me, please.”

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Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader Genre: Non idol au, fluff, smut, romcom, drama, opposites attract Chapter Warnings: explicit sexual content, mentions of emotionally abusive ex, mutual fantasizing, brief mentions of virginity loss, heavy drinking, Hyunjin is delulu, heavy dom/sub dynamics: dom!reader, sub!Han Jisung (yes, there's Jisung smut in a Hyunjin story SUE ME), degradation, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, drunk sex (both are consenting parties), semi-public sex (?) Word Count: 15.1k

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“And now, here’s what we really want to ask you, Dr. Hwang: are you single?”

The interviewer swivels her head to look at Hyunjin, her Botox-enhanced mouth spreading into a wide, magenta-lipsticked smile. Hyunjin barely registers her question, distracted by her disturbing resemblance to a vulture, with her beady eyes, hooked nose, and razor-sharp nails clutching a microphone like talons grasping prey. Her garish pea-green pantsuit and cat-eye glasses, combined with a frizzy blonde perm, remind him of that creepy reporter from Harry Potter, absolutely not helping his currently depleted Zen levels.

He can already feel a sweat breaking out on his neck, permeating his satin button-down and threatening to ruin the outfit he had chosen this morning. Usually, picking out what to wear is one of Hyunjin’s favorite parts of the entire day; breathing in the Coco Noir scent of his walk-in closet is like Hyunjin’s own expensive version of aromatherapy. Today, however, it felt like a chore; It took him forever to find the perfect accessories to tie everything together, before he finally settled on his new gold Cartier earrings and the matching Juste un Clou bracelet. Hyunjin knows he looks amazing in his tastefully vintage yet sleek ensemble. He looks every bit the title of a sexy savant, one that he so rightfully carries. He looks ready to slay an interview on California’s most popular talk-show, The L.A. View. But for the first time ever, he doesn’t feel it.

It could have been the coffee that he had hand-pressed for himself this morning, his usual brew of arabica beans imported from the misty slopes of Guatemala. But then again, the coffee brought a much-needed buzz that Hyunjin needed to drag himself out of bed, no matter how temporary. More likely, it was the margarita that he’d downed in the car that was sent to pick him up and bring him to the studio to tape the interview. Tequila always makes Hyunjin’s stomach turn. Or maybe—

“Dr. Hwang?”

Hyunjin snaps out of his reverie, plastering a charmingly mysterious smile onto his face. One, two, three… work that charm. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Sharon?”

The audience oohs beneath the dimmed stage lighting, and Sharon turns red, a shade visible even under the lurid bronzer that’s caked onto her face. Hyunjin would really love to book Sharon an appointment at HWASA Skincare and Cosmetics, his go-to beauty consultant whenever he’s visiting Seoul. The founder and CEO, his old friend Hye-Jin, would personally host her just so that Hyunjin could be relieved of the horrible bout of trypophobia he’s getting right now, staring into Sharon’s cavernous pores.

“Oh, stop it!” Sharon giggles, clapping her hands together. “There definitely must be a lucky lady in your life. You’re the Love Doctor. And not to mention, but very handsome.”

Sharon winks over exaggeratedly at the camera, and Hyunjin has to hold himself back from cringing away when she palms his shoulder, eyeing him hungrily. He can’t blame her, of course; the sleeves of his shirt squeeze his arms in such a way that his toned biceps are shown off— thank you very much, Better Body Pilates. But he needs his personal space. Out of everything, he hates when people treat him like some sort of an animal at the zoo, petting and prodding at him. He sees himself as more of the Mona Lisa, a masterpiece to be marveled at, not touched. His Zen is important, after all.

Still, Hyunjin just shoots her a disarming smirk, crossing one Valentino-clad leg over the other. “The only lady in my life is Princess Diana. But I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

Both Sharon and the audience members aww, utterly captivated by Hyunjin when he pulls out a small Polaroid of his puppy from his breast pocket, holding it out so that the cameras can zoom in on it. As expected, his answer seems to have satisfied Sharon’s invasiveness, but beneath his beaming expression hides the building tension in his chest.

What Hyunjin said is the partial truth; he may not currently have a significant other, but did he have someone in mind, when romance is in question? Yes. Is said person completely off-limits? Also yes. And would his reputation be completely tarnished if that very classified information got out? Yes, yes, and yes.

“Thank you so much for sitting down with us, Dr. Hwang,” Sharon says, thrusting out her hand for Hyunjin to shake it. Ever the professional, he accepts it like a champ. “And that’s all for now, folks! Stay tuned to watch my little chat with Meghan Markle about her ex-royal lifestyle. The teapot is boiling!”

The cameras cut and Hyunjin quickly excuses himself, waving to all of the people wistfully gazing after him. He enters the little hallway behind the filming room and breaks into a run very unlike himself, practically having to swerve around crew members and stage equipment. As soon as he’s locked away inside his dressing room, Hyunjin slides off his patent leather loafers and falls back onto the couch.

It’s been exactly three months since he first set eyes on you, kickstarting his unsavory fantasies and therein, digging himself into an early grave. And maybe it would have been okay, because as a male, sometimes he’s inclined to think with his dick. It’s a biological reaction that he can’t control. But it’s not, though, because the constant image of you printed like a tattoo on his mind has been interfering with his life and sense of normalcy. It’s a feeling that’s only grown in magnitude, especially now that with your weekly sessions, you’ve rapidly blossomed into the strong, confident woman that he always knew you were. So it’s not the fact that he’s horny— well, not the only fact— it’s that he might have feelings for you. Feelings that could get him into trouble, bigtime.

And the list that you wrote for him a while back definitely didn’t help. Hyunjin sits up, reaching for his notepad that he left on the little coffee table in front of the couch. He leafs through the pages, before pulling out the small slip of paper that he saved. Reading over the words for what feels like the umpteenth time, Hyunjin involuntarily smiles to himself. This time, it’s genuine.

The first thing that I don’t absolutely hate about myself is my imagination. I’ve been restricting myself a lot, lately, because I hated the thought of coming up with new ideas just to never bring them to life. It’s probably my post-Jisung and ITEM Tech trauma. But I felt kind of inspired by our first meeting today. I have a lot of great ideas, and I think that one day, I have the potential to beat Jisung’s ass and make a better company than his.

My fucking patience. You know, you might think otherwise, because it may seem like I have the patience of a single mom at a birthday party. But today proved differently. My friend/coworker Minho and his wife invited me over for dinner, which would have been fine, except they’re one of the most disgustingly perfect couples ever. They can’t go two minutes without giving each other a sappy ass look or holding hands or singing a song or something. And then Minho’s wife asked me if I wanted some ice cream, like she and her man weren’t just all over each other a millisecond ago. I just smiled and nodded. You can say I have the patience of the saint, now.

I like how I’m perseverant. For example: this. I could have given up after the first two days and ditched this piece of paper. But I didn’t. I want to be better. I’m very perseverent. Okay, my hand hurts. I’m putting down the pen for today.

My resilience. For the billionth time in my life, my boss made me want to drive out of work and jump into a lake. Long story short, Mark Lee is the worst motherfucker to ever exist (well, after his bestie Park Jisung. My boss and ex-boyfriend are friends. FML). But after one of his daily rants about how I’m not up to mark for some random reason, I walked out of his office and into the office kitchen. I got a Sprite from the fridge, crushed the full can with my bare hands, and then proceeded to calmly clean up the spilled soda before going back to work. I deserve a medal for my healthy anger management technique of smashing things and then bouncing back like a friggin’ spring.

The only home cooked meals I can really stomach are the ones that Minho shares with me at work. You know, he’s really such a menace. When I moved into my current apartment, he got me a cutting board as a gift, knowing damn well I don’t cook. But nowadays, I’ve been slowly getting more comfortable in the kitchen. I still don’t think I trust myself in cooking, but I’m kind of a really good baker, I’m realizing. Today, I made brownies. I’m eating one right now, and I guess I don’t hate that.

I am very patient, Part 2. My dumbass cousin, Yeonjun, called me up to hang out. Knowing him, that means me buying him a crap ton of expensive food. And he’s pretty loaded, too. I think he just loves pissing me off. First, he wanted pizza. That would have been fine, if we hit Domino’s or something, but he made me take him to this ridiculously upscale restaurant downtown. Their damn pizzas had caviar and truffles on them! Like, what the fuck happened to good old pepperoni? And as if that wasn’t enough, he then started complaining that he wanted fucking dessert too. So he ordered this fruit charcuterie board that cost another fortune. On the way home, I had to get him an $8 boba because “the cheese made him thirsty.” His metabolism is amazing. I’m kind of jealous. But anyway, I’m practically Mother Teresa at this point, because dealing with Yeonjun is no easy task. He’s lucky I love him.

Fundamentally, I think I’m a good person. And I think I deserve to be happy. There. Seven things, seven days. I’m done now. See you tomorrow.

Hyunjin sighs, sliding the paper back into his book and setting it inside his little Prada bag. This tiny scrap of paper had him seeing stars, when he first read it in the office, in front of you. There’s just something about you that he couldn’t and still can’t put his finger on. Maybe it’s how delightfully pugnacious you are, or that comically angry tone you approach the world with, no matter what. And he had to bite his tongue too, because there’s no way you came up with just seven things, not when Hyunjin felt like he could give a whole recitation on your very attractive qualities, just after meeting with you once. You’re unintentionally hilarious. Real. Tough. Inquisitive. Also, you’re simply the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

You’re like an impossible puzzle to him; all the pieces are there, and yet, he can’t seem to put you together. Or rather, he can’t seem to figure out how to get his own shit together and finish the damn puzzle. Because he’s oh-so down bad, and he knows it.

“Dr. Hwang? Are you in there?”

Hyunjin stands up immediately, locking away his daydreams about you and brushing off his trousers. He quickly smooths back his artfully slicked wolf cut and opens the door for Wonyoung to step inside with her trusty tablet. Momentarily, Hyunjin is sidetracked by her outfit, a stylish mini paired with a silky lilac bomber jacket— because where the fuck are those heels from— before he remembers himself.

“What’s up?” Hyunjin nonchalantly flicks a strand of hair out of his eyes, trying not to seem like he wasn’t just having a panic attack on that stupid couch just five seconds ago.

Wonyoung taps on the screen of the tablet for a few seconds, before looking up. “You have an appointment with your personal trainer in twenty minutes. You’re running late. And then at four, you need to get back to SeoulSpark for a meeting with a client. Here’s your change of clothes. I’ve already called a car for you.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Hyunjin accepts the gym bag, before jerking back in dreadful realization. “Wait. Which client do I have to meet with today?”

Wonyoung gives him a strange look. “Miss Y/L/N. Hey, are you alright, Dr. Hwang? You always stay on top of all of your engagements, but you haven’t been yourself lately.”

At the mere mention of your name, Hyunjin literally wishes he could melt into a puddle right then and there. Of course he hasn’t been himself, not when you waltzed into the office and wreaked havoc on his very humble life— for example, yesterday, he forgot to wear his Versace pajamas to sleep, and not his Fendi ones. Hyunjin knows that Saturdays are strictly for Versace; he promised Donatella years ago at the Met Gala. This is all your fault— how can it be poor Hyunjin’s, when he’s just a mere mortal cowering in your goddess-like presence?

“I- I’m okay, Wonyoung. I, uh, just ate some bad sushi.”

“You ate bad sushi every day for the past three months?” Wonyoung suspiciously raises an eyebrow at Hyunjin. She isn’t buying it, unfortunately.

“Uh-huh. It’s a terrible addiction that I’m trying to break. My raw seafood intake is off the charts. Guess I’m not perfect after all,” Hyunjin babbles, adding onto his already horrendous lie.

Wonyoung still doesn’t look convinced, but Hyunjin flounces out of the room before she can say anything else and uncover his deep, dark secret: you. Besides, his ride is waiting outside and his quads really need working.

“See you later, Changbin.” Hyunjin waves to his trainer as he grabs his belongings and exits the gym after a grueling workout. Usually, he prefers more low-impact routines, like aerial yoga or cycling around Marina del Rey. But because he’s been skimping out so much these days, Changbin made him do an endless round of jump squats before beating his ass in boxing.

Hyunjin presses his fingers to his aching back muscles, sore with both exhaustion and worry. The slim hands of his Rolex alert him to the fact that there is only one more hour before he must face you, and he is nowhere near ready. He’ll just have to skip the sauna today. Quickly, he gets into the car standing for him by the curb, slipping on his Gucci shades and sliding down below the window in the backseat, like a celebrity escaping a paparazzi cloud.

As soon as he gets back to Oasis, the opulent complex that houses his beloved penthouse, Hyunjin practically flies into his bathroom and locks the door. Without even bothering to set his eucalyptus shower steamer, Hyunjin cleans himself up as much as he can, scrubbing off the sweat and grit of the gym from his skin.

Once he’s finished, he gets dressed and sits down in front of his bedroom mirror that’s designed to look like a Hollywood-style vanity. Taking a deep breath, he inspects his face for any signs of something off. Nope. He looks as dewy and fresh as a pink rose petal, minus the slight red rings under his eyes, which are the courtesy of many, many sleepless nights over you.

Hyunjin, however, is incredibly proud of himself for getting to the office with fifteen minutes to spare, therein being able to fit in a little solo pep talk in the car. His third outfit of the day is a show-stopping black Celine suit, practically designed to make heads turn. It definitely isn’t to impress you with his impeccable style— no, he did it for himself, obviously. That’s the only reason. And it’s a little extravagant, even for Hyunjin, but then again, he’s never been known for his subtlety.

His post-workout clarity gives him hope that everything will go back to normal, before you. All he needs to do is focus on himself. Everything else will pass, eventually. At least, that’s what Hyunjin keeps telling himself to believe, right before he crashes headfirst into you in the hallway outside of his office.

“Hey, Hyunjin!” Grinning, you hold out a small gift box tied with a sunny bow, which is coincidentally the exact same yellow as the dress you wore when Hyunjin first met you. Today, you’re sporting salmon-colored shorts and a cream blouse with an adorable sailor collar, and Hyunjin immediately has to tamp down the urge to whisk you away to go on a private boating vacation on a yacht in St. Barts. God, you really have amazing style.

Hyunjin swallows roughly and takes the box, trying to look more excited about it than how utterly taken with you he is. “Afternoon, darling. What’s this?”

You reach your hand over to where the box rests in Hyunjin’s hands, toying with the bow. Hyunjin automatically feels himself internally hyperventilate at your proximity that’s too close for comfort.

“Mango cheesecake. I’ve been trying to perfect the recipe for a while now, and I think it finally turned out really well.” You break into a bright smile that makes Hyunjin’s brain short circuit. “I want to thank you for all of your help, besides me being less-than-cooperative sometimes. Coming here has really changed my perspective on things, and for the better.”

Hyunjin clutches the box to his chest. He had always suspected that you are the sweetest, under your stormy exterior, and there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to get a taste and confirm the truth for himself. Nevertheless, he’s both touched and now even more delusional, because you spent time on him, making something to give him. “Darling, you shouldn’t have.”

You pout in response, and Hyunjin grasps the box even tighter, nearly crushing the contents in an effort to get a grip on himself. “I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Hyunjin grins, feeling himself relax a little. That’s one more thing about you— you have this contradicting ability to induce both calmness and anxiety into him, another kind of black magic that you definitely harbor in your bewitching eyes. “Well, thank you. I can’t wait to try it.”

You look away shyly and gesture towards Hyunjin’s office. “Should we head in?”

Smiling to himself, Hyunjin steps ahead to open the door for you as you duck your head and scramble in, folding yourself onto the sofa that you both are now well-acquainted enough to often share. After setting his velvet tote bag onto his desk, Hyunjin sits down beside you, holding out a glass of mango juice to you, a drink that you now frequent whenever you meet. Plus the cheesecake? You really must love mangoes.

As you sip on your juice, Hyunjin decides to take the reasonable course of action available: ask you about your day, not if you’re available next Friday night at six. “How have you been? I’m sorry I couldn’t see you last week.”

You shrug, waving off Hyunjin’s apology like it’s nothing. It isn’t, though; he would rather have spent time with you than having to fly to Shanghai for some brand endorsement deal that his agent made him take. “Don’t worry about it. And I’ve been good. Evidently, in a much more agreeable mood these days. It’s certainly a step-up from the grumpier me, isn’t it?”

“I like you however you are,” Hyunjin blurts out without thinking, before freezing in realization. In a better world, he would have had the sense to at least clamp his hand over his mouth before he could say something stupid, but unfortunately, he’s stuck here. He wills the stammering, bumbling idiot that he turns into when you’re around to disappear, to be replaced by his usual, suave self. It doesn’t quite work, because he feels a furious blush building on his neck.

You’ve also turned a light shade of pink, and Hyunjin prays to God that you can’t see through his bullshit. “Because I’m your client. You accept me however I am.”

Hyunjin has to mentally stab himself with a fork as a reminder that he cannot, under any circumstances, disagree, although he really, really wants to. You could never be just a client to him. You’re too precious to him for that title. Yet, he keeps a straight face as he nods, disgusted with what he’s about to say. “Exactly. You’re my client.”

You down the rest of your drink, setting the glass down on the coffee table. “Anyway, you emailed me that you had something special planned for today. What is it?”

“Right.” Hyunjin clears his throat, getting up from the sofa to make his way over to his desk. He opens one of the drawers and pulls out the thick binder he’s been dreading using with you for a while now. It weighs his hands down like an unpleasant secret as he sits back down next to you.

“What’s this?” You inquire, leaning in closer to Hyunjin. The movement allows the sugary scent of your vanilla perfume become even more prominent to Hyunjin, which is definitely not helpful right now. Hyunjin stares down at the binder, adopting a robotic tone that won’t betray his thoughts.

“We’ve worked on just you for the past few months, and now it’s time. You’re finally ready to explore dating.” Hyunjin opens the binder, trying to ignore the sour taste of the words on his tongue. “And as I’ve told you before, SeoulSpark has an incredible matchmaking service that caters to everything you desire in a potential partner.”

“Cool! How does it work?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices your shorts ride up slightly, further exposing the soft skin of your upper thigh. Think of the fork, Hyunjin. Think of the damn fork.

“Well, I’ve already compiled a number of candidates in our database whose profiles complement yours. We’re going to be setting up a time when you can speed date them.”

You quirk your eyebrow in a way that shouldn’t be as attractive as it is to Hyunjin. “Speed dating? That’s…”

“I know, I know. It might seem weird at first, but that’s why we’re doing it the SeoulSpark way, to reduce awkwardness and make it really worth your time. We’ll go over the candidates briefly, and weed out the ones you really don’t want to see.” Hyunjin opens the binder, going to the profiles. “But I won’t tell you their names, so we can maintain at least a small element of surprise.”

Your eyes widen as you take in the first candidate’s picture, and Hyunjin has to fight the burning jealousy in his chest. “Wow. He’s handsome.”

“Swipe left or right?”

“Right.”

“Okay.” Hyunjin turns to the next page. “What about him?”

“Uh, left. He reminds me of my uncle. No thank you.”

Hyunjin stifles his smile as he continues flipping through the profiles, noting down your answers. He tries to enjoy your unfiltered reactions and not think about the fact that one of these lucky bastards could be your future husband. Finally, he gets to the last candidate.

You frown. “He looks kind of like a chipmunk. A quokka, maybe.”

“So is that a left?”

“I’ll say right. He seems like he’d be interesting.” You shrug, your eyes glittering with mischief. “Actually, I’m kind of excited now. Some of these guys are lookers.”

Hyunjin laughs in spite of himself, shutting the binder and standing up. “I’ll email you the details of the event by next week, when we’ll be holding it. ”

You nod, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear— oh, how Hyunjin wishes he could just casually do that for you. “Got it. I’ll make sure to look dazzling.”

“Darling, you always look dazzling.” Hyunjin smirks in self-satisfaction when you flush at his quip. It’s not exactly a reaction that’s foreign to him, but seeing you like this, all cute and bashful, is new. And it’s a look that’s very attractive on you. Hopefully, you attribute the flirting to Hyunjin’s naturally charming personality, not the fact that he’s impossibly gone for you. Not that the truth would make a difference, however. You’ll never be his.

“Thanks, Hyunjin.” You get up from your seat, letting Hyunjin walk you out, like he always does. “I feel like you have a vision going on for this matchmaking event.”

“Oh, I always have a vision.” Hyunjin chuckles, opening the door for you. “We’re considering a tropical theme, or a garden party, maybe. Or something glamorous. Kind of like prom, but without the bad music and horny teenagers, you know?”

You shrug. “Actually, I never went to my high school senior prom. But all of these ideas sound incredible.”

He pauses, his eyes widening. “You never went to prom?”

“There was this guy.” You look uncomfortable, but before Hyunjin can assure you that you don’t have to tell him about it, you decide to continue. “I wanted to go with him, but long story short, he rejected me. And I didn’t really have any friends I could go with either. I could have gone on my own, but I wasn’t brave enough. It’s one of the things that I did when I was younger that I regret now. I guess it just speaks volumes about how I hold myself back a lot.”

Hyunjin frowns. “Who in their right mind would reject you?”

“My first love, apparently. And a bunch of others.” You sigh, fiddling with the little bow on your sleeve. “But whatever. I’m going to find a real man.”

“They’re idiots. And prom isn’t even all that.”

You snort. “Says you. I’ll bet you were the kind of guy who got invited by all of the girls to be their date to prom, even if you weren’t even a senior yet.”

“Exactly. I would know precisely that prom is overrated as fuck.” Hyunjin gives you a smile. “Maybe we’ll just go with the garden party.”

You stay quiet for a moment, as if thinking something over, before looking directly into Hyunjin’s eyes. “Shame. I think I would’ve liked to see you in a tux.”

And with that, you turn around and leave, as Hyunjin just stays rooted on the spot, dumbfounded. Because how can you just so easily shoot an arrow straight into his heart and walk away? You’re a threat to society. You’re a wicked enchantress. You’re the bane of Hyunjin’s existence, and yet, he wants you to come back and string him along like a fucking bow. The dilemma is clear: Hyunjin absolutely cannot just move on from you. This is an extremely deafening cry for help.

“Wonyoung?” Hyunjin croaks, as he steps back inside and collapses onto his chair.

Hyunjin’s loyal secretary sticks her head into the room, her glossy locks tumbling over her shoulders like a Pantene commercial. Hyunjin makes a mental note to ask her later about her hair care routine. “Yes, boss?”

“Call Dr. Kim for me, please. I don’t feel so good.”

“Of course. I guess the bad sushi really got you this time.”

“Strep throat? Negative. Flu swab test? Negative. Every single other test you made me administer for you? Ditto.”

Hyunjin aggressively rubs his palms over his face. “Is there anything else, Seungmin? Are you sure there is absolutely nothing wrong with me? Should we do anything again?”

Seungmin rolls his eyes, setting his clipboard down on the bench space next to him. “It’s Dr. Kim. And I did a Barium Swallow test for you, Hyunjin. You don’t just do those for any idiot who walks in begging to be examined for no apparent ailment. Took thirty minutes and nothing at all. Chief resident would be on my ass if she knew.”

“You’d think we haven’t been best friends since our Stanford days,” Hyunjin says. “There is something wrong with me.”

Hyunjin stares down at the upper right leg of his pants, picking at a small loose thread. He’s never seen one appear in his clothing ever since he was eighteen and quiet being so fashionably challenged, but instead of disgust, he feels a strange sense of solidarity. Just like the thread, he feels out of place; confused and lost, even though he’s standing right in the middle of half of the world’s dream. But wanting someone who he can never have isn’t a dream, surely, and neither is the phantom pain in his abdomen, the one that Dr. Kim claims doesn't exist.

“‘Our Stanford days’ were literally only three years ago. And I was in med school while you were getting a PhD in the study of crazies. I knew there were a couple screws loose up there,” Seungmin scoffs, tapping his temple in flourish punctuated with impudence. “I should have known better than to befriend your ass.”

“Seung-min, you’re lying,” Hyunjin retorts, emphasizing the syllables of his friend’s name. “I swear, I’m sick.”

Seungmin groans, fed up with Hyunjin’s stubborn mindset. “You’re twenty-eight years old and have your own booming practice. Hell, you wear head-to-toe designer, even underwear— yes, I saw the Gucci briefs in your bag, that one time you made me go shopping with you. Meanwhile, I’m a stressed, overworked, and underpaid surgery resident who has to listen to his rich and famous best friend complain that he’s not feeling well. Oh, poor baby. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m trying! I’m trying, okay?” Hyunjin finally explodes, throwing his hands up in the air. Usually, he maintains that peaceful temperament that puts up with Seungmin’s attitude. Not today, however. “Honestly, Seungmin, you want to know what’s wrong with me? Her. She’s all over me, inside and out! Everywhere I look, I’m reminded of her. Everywhere I go— her. And you know what? It’s not all in my head. It’s not a fucking crazy case. I physically feel myself wanting to throw up every five fucking minutes. I have a horrible headache that won’t go away, no matter how long I rot in my bed. I’m sore all over and I just want to go home!”

Hyunjin’s best friend just glares at him in shock for a good few seconds, watching as he pants from the ferocity of his words. And then he recovers, smoothing his face over into that signature judgemental expression, because he’s Kim Seungmin. “I should’ve known this was about a girl.”

Hyunjin sighs. Thankfully, no one overheard his rant, because this is Seungmin’s lunch break and whenever Hyunjin insists on an emergency meeting, Seungmin brings him over to this empty corridor tucked behind the equipment storage rooms, where no prying eyes wander.

“It’s not just any girl, Seungmin. It’s the girl. She’s… all I do know is that she’s my client who walked into my life three months ago and proceeded to destroy it. She came in like a tropical storm and now she smiles at me like the fucking sun. She confuses me and makes me forget random shit and she doesn’t even know about any of it. And all I want to be is hers, even though I can’t be.”

Seungmin doesn’t say anything, before he bursts into uncontrollable laughter, the kind that makes his body shake with impact. “You… are… acting… so stupid.”

And this only makes Hyunjin even more frustrated. “Well, that’s the whole damn point! I’m not stupid, but I’m obviously acting it! I don’t know what to do, Seungmin! Help a brother out!”

After he calms himself down, Seungmin sighs loudly and wipes the traces of any tears caused by amusement of Hyunjin’s plight. “I’m not an expert in this, Hyunjin. But to be honest, it seems to me that you’re falling for her, and you’re just in denial.”

Hyunjin feels nothing short of horrified. “But… I can’t be. Are you sure?”

“Aren’t you the friggin’ Love Doctor or some shit? How the fuck am I supposed to be sure?”

But Hyunjin barely hears Seungmin, getting off the bench to pace back and forth in the little hallway. He can’t be falling for you, because— he just can’t! The plethora of problems that would arise from him falling in love with you are fucking endless, the worst being that you could end up negatively impacted. And all because your stupid, idiotic dating coach couldn’t keep his stupid, idiotic feelings in check. He would rather give up his beloved Versace brand deal than ever see you hurt, and that’s really saying something.

Seungmin tries to get to Hyunjin again. “Or maybe you’re not falling for her. Maybe you’re just horny.”

Hyunjin whirls around, side-eyeing Seungmin with disgust. “The hell you mean?”

“When’s the last time you, you know? Got some?”

“You put it so eloquently.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “And it’s been ten months.”

“See? That’s definitely it. You need to get laid, and you’re taking your sexual frustration out like this. You’re always the one lecturing everyone else on having healthy sex and love lives and shit, but really you’re a hypocrite. Tell me, why are you such a hypocrite, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin crosses his arms, irritated yet able to see Seungmin’s point. He had his share of relationships, enough to augment his experience and research in the whole field. It’s not like they all ended badly, though— quite the opposite, really. The majority of them were amicable splits, or awkward conversations, at the very most. The only notably sour memory is Hyunjin’s ex-girlfriend from ninth grade, the one who broke up with him in a fit of jealousy when another girl confessed her love for Hyunjin. But then again, all high school relationships are basically doomed to crash and burn.

Hyunjin was careful to never get into anything too serious anyway, because his only love would be his job; he broke up with his last girlfriend— which might be a strong word for someone who merely considered him a wine-and-dine booty call— because he just didn’t feel that same spark with her that he felt when running his business. And he didn’t think he had that capacity to feel it anywhere else, but that was all before you.

“I don’t know, Seungmin.” Hyunjin looks down glumly at the concrete flooring, his body completely exhausted of all of the fight in him

The look in Seungmin’s eyes softens as Hyunjin slumps back into his seat. “Don’t you think that you’ve been so busy thinking about helping other people with their loves that you’ve completely neglected yours? When are you going to stop being so goddamn perfect and care for yourself?”

“But I do care for myself! Why else would I have a fourteen-step skincare routine and Gucci boxers?” Hyunjin protests, stalling more than really arguing. He just doesn’t want to admit to what’s really bothering him.

Seungmin rolls his eyes for what feels like the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. He should get back to rounds; lunch will be over soon. “That’s not self-care, that’s called being fucking weird. And I’m talking about your head. You have this illusion up there that in order to help others, you need to be flawless. Get out of it, man. Whether you want someone to have a one-night stand with or have your freaking children, you need to be open and pursue it. Life is messy and unpredictable, even for neurotic perfectionists like you. It’s okay to be horny. It’s okay to be in love. It’s okay to be you.”

Hyunjin ponders over Seungmin’s advice, before looking up. “I hate when you’re right.”

“I know.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t you ‘fine’ me, dumbass. Go put on your Armani shit and get going, for fuck’s sake. This isn’t Mission Impossible. I can’t believe I have to tell you this.” Seungmin shakes his head, dusting off his scrubs. He leans forward to tighten the laces on his special work sneakers; the clock is really ticking down now.

Hyunjin gives Seungmin a withering look. “I wear Versace on my missions.”

“Welcome to SeoulSpark’s third biannual company-wide Matchmaking Event!”

The small crowd of hopeful singles crammed into the gazebo politely claps as the speaker looks down at all of you from his perch on the little elevated platform, like some kind of an all-knowing benefactor.

“Thank you everyone. You can call me Jin, and I’ll be your emcee and operations director on this fine afternoon.” He beams. “And can I just say, you people look so good today? Obviously not as much as me, but still.’”

A scattered collection of horribly faked laughter ripples throughout the gathering, and you have to resist rolling your eyes. If it wasn’t for the fact that Jin does actually serve as great eye candy, you would’ve already been putting on your sunglasses and trying to fake being awake.

“Dr. Hwang will be here in a few moments to intro, and then we’ll get on with it!” Jin states, continuing his unnecessary theatrics. “But while we wait, can someone answer this question: what do you call an ice cream that parties too hard?”

Before the inevitable awkward silence can ensue, some bored-looking man who stands a little further away from everyone else pipes up. You recognize him as the very first candidate whose picture Hyunjin had presented to you— the hot one— except now, his short, preppy haircut has grown out into a wavy mullet. “Just say it.”

Jin looks temporarily taken aback by the man’s unfiltered attitude, before correcting his expression back into a winning smile. “It is out of CONE-trol! Get it? Because of the ice cream cone? Isn’t that funny?”

There isn’t a single person in the crowd who looks impressed, least of all mullet-guy. “No. And it still wouldn’t be funny even if I was seven years old and actually liked horrible dad jokes.”

There’s a bite to his tone, and Jin seems to have taken it personally. Jin clears his throat, stuck while clearly trying to think of something to say, when relief comes over his face as he looks directly at you. “There he is! Dr. Hwang: the man of the hour.”

You turn around so fast that you nearly get whiplash, and of course Hyunjin is right there, towering over you like some sort of gorgeous sunflower. Fuck— you knew you smelled that stormy jasmine in the air, but you passed it off as just your imagination. And because there are so many people packed into this tiny pavilion, your bodies are practically pressed together as everyone else cranes their necks to get a load of the Love Doctor.

“It’s so good to see you, darling. You look stunning,” Hyunjin says to you, in a way that seems so genuine that your baby blue gingham sundress from Target doesn’t feel so childish anymore, like you thought after seeing all of the other ladies’ stylish getups.

“Thanks.” You blush, averting your eyes. The last time you met up with him, your bolder alter-ego possessed you for a second and threw a flirty one-liner at Hyunjin, when you realized yourself and walked the hell away, before you could gauge his reaction. “You look very stunning yourself as well.”

And he truly is, as always, dressed in another quirky yet stylish look: a high-neck jacket and camel cargos, complete with a chain link shoulder leather bag. The thick gold crosses dangling from his ears don’t look gaudy, instead bringing out a youthful glow in Hyunjin’s skin. God, you really love a man who can dress.

“Everything alright, Dr. Hwang?” Jin calls out, breaking you out of your trance.

“Yes, Jin. I’ll be up in a second.” Hyunjin doesn’t take his eyes off of you, just serenely blinking like he has all the time in the world. “I absolutely adored your mango cheesecake, darling. You have to tell me about the recipe later.”

He shoots you one last disarming smile, before heading up to the platform, and you’re left to longingly stare after him like a dessert enthusiast on a sugar-free diet. You watch him take the mic from Jin, who dramatically holds out his hands towards Hyunjin when backing off of the platform.

“Hello!” Hyunjin chirps, and really, the wind is a paid actor here, breezing in and perfectly tousling his midnight mane.

This time, the audience’s response is more authentic, everyone responds in their own greetings out loud. You can’t help but feel your heart swell at the sight; your crush really is so charismatic.

“So, we’ve already explained how today’s going to work in the emails that were sent out to all of you a couple days ago. But to debrief: we will be having fifteen six-minute speed dating rounds today, each held at one of the designated tables,” Hyunjin explains, gesturing to the space surrounding the gazebo.

For the matchmaking event, SeoulSpark booked out Cafe Fiorella, a posh little eatery nestled in the heart of Vista Hermosa Natural Park’s dusty garden trails and meadows. Hyunjin and his planners did an outstanding job of organizing everything, and even you can’t help but note how impossibly romantic it is— for a speed-dating gig, at least. There are dainty bistro tables set up in the grassy outdoor dining area and nestled on top of them, multiple tiered platters loaded with hors d'oeuvres and decorative blossoms. You don’t even want to think about how much this would have cost.

“Before each round, you will all get a text providing you with the number of your table, where you will be able to chat with your partner, one of the candidates that corresponded with your profile.” Hyunjin catches your eye, and you feel yourself heat up. Focus. “After every round, take note of who you want to see again, and at the end, we’ll give you a form to fill out and submit. When you have your next appointment with us, we’ll let you know who you’ve matched with. Any questions?”

No one raises any, probably because they’re too self-conscious to ask in front of their potential partners, which leaves Hyunjin to just nod. “My team and I will be present as chaperones, just making sure everything is going smoothly. And I’d also like to thank our Dr. Jeon’s brother, Mr. Kim Seokjin, for volunteering to time and emcee the event!”

“Oh, Hyun. Always so formal. Call me Mr. Worldwide Handsome instead!” Jin calls out from the back. He does an exaggerated little bow and you— along with many other attendees— have to stifle a laugh. What a cheeseball.

Hyunjin just smiles graciously, eyes crinkling with mischief. “Let’s get the party going!”

The up-tempo, raunchy sound of girl rap blasts out of speakers that you didn’t even know existed, scaring the shit out of you momentarily. You have no doubt at all that the afternoon’s garden party beats were compiled by your eccentric Love Doctor, before you start to subconsciously sway— and mentally twerk— to “Body.”

“Ladies and gents, this is just in with Jin! Make sure to find your seats in the next five minutes, and we’ll start the clock!”

Your phone chimes with your first table assignment of the day, and you make your way over there, dodging the throngs of men and women antsy to discover their matches. You sit down at your table, trying to ignore the nervousness building in your chest. With the presence of Hyunjin, his beautiful self lingering somewhere barely a few feet away from you, you’re not sure you can give today your best. And for the first time— it’s not you. It’s the fact that you have feelings for your unsuspecting charmer, and deep inside, you can’t fight the thought of not being able to get over him.

But a lively ambiance courtesy of Megan Thee Stallion doesn’t fit the deep, contemplative mood, so you resort to pushing away your qualms and blankly gazing out at the high rise views while waiting for your partner. If this doesn’t work out, at least you can say you had a nice time humming to lovably NSFW music and raiding the appetizers.

“Beefing with you bitches really getting kinda boring—”

“You know, I kind of vibe with this shit.” Mullet-guy from earlier plops down into the chair across from you. “Don’t tell Mr. Worldwide Handsome that, though. I’ll never give him the satisfaction.”

You giggle at the comically blank expression on mullet-guy’s face. “Don’t worry. I don’t think Jin would’ve added the EDM remix of “Savage” to the playlist.”

Mullet-guy doesn’t smile, but you catch the flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Fair enough. I’m Yoongi.”

“Y/N.” You carefully take a mini slice of flaky herbed pastry off of the stand and place it on the china plate in front of you. Now that everyone has settled down, the music has been turned down to enable better conversation. “Maybe I’m being blunt here, but you don’t exactly strike me as the type of guy to go to a speed-dating event.”

“Well, what kind of guy do I strike you as?” Yoongi asks, settling back comfortably into his chair. If it was anyone else talking, you would have thought they were flirting with you. But not with Yoongi— you can’t quite put your finger on it, but he feels incredibly familiar to you. This could be just another regular talk with a good friend.

You make a show of taking in his beat-up leather jacket and the silver stud in his left ear, all add-ons to his roguishly handsome aesthetic. “Wannabe SoundCloud rapper meets Fuji Kaze, except with an even worse fashion sense.”

Most people would have already shrank away from your sarcastic sense of humor, but Yoongi claps back. “I could say the same for you. Don’t tell me you’re actually going for The Stepford Wives with that dress. You even have the Mary-Jane shoes.”

“These are discounted flats from Old Navy, don’t even. And I’ll bet your emo ass was stuck in Hot Topic since grade school.”

Yoongi bursts out laughing. “Okay, you win. But you’re not wrong though— I am a rapper, of sorts.”

You lean forward. “Really?”

“Of sorts— I haven't had much time to really get into it and improve myself, ever since I started my own record label last year, D-2 Music,” Yoongi says, picking at his peach scone. “Managing other artists is my focus these days. Been writing my whole life, though.”

“What do you like to write about?” You take a bite of your pastry, savoring how it nearly melts in your mouth. Maybe this thing isn’t that bad; good food and good conversation. Besides, this Yoongi is totally intriguing to you.

“Dreams, depression, obsession.” Yoongi steadily holds your gaze, and you don’t look away.

“Refreshing.”

“I get that a lot.” Yoongi takes a sip of his mimosa, before making a face and putting it back down.

“No, but seriously. I hate pretending, most of all. Perfection doesn’t exist, and a lot of people can’t get a grip on that.” You shrug, wiping your mouth with one of the provided lavender napkins. “It is refreshing that you don’t seem to give a crap about others.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi smiles, and you think it’s a good look on him. It doesn’t fade even after what he says next. “We’re not going to be a match, are we?”

In that moment, you can confidently say that you are both the same exact person, and while it feels so good to finally speak with someone who might remotely understand exactly what you are, you know it can never be a sustainable relationship. The two strong-minded pessimists that you both are would only clash or just further bring each other down, in the end. So you return his smile, not a hint of sorrow in it.

“Probably not.” Both of you clink your champagne classes together and drink on it, before collectively gagging at the taste.

“Time’s up, people! Please bid your partners adieu and get on to your next table!” Jin’s voice breaks out through his microphone, and immediately, the music resumes as the frenzy starts all over again.

You stand up, smoothing out your skirt and looking over at Yoongi, who stays seated, taking his own time finishing his scone. “Catch you later, Hot Topic.”

“Likewise, Mary-Jane.” Yoongi snickers, tilting his head up in a casual goodbye.

You make your way to your new assignment, and as you approach, you remember him. The next person sitting there is the final candidate that Hyunjin had shown you, the one with the rather squirrely look to him. You have to admit, however, that he isn’t bad-looking, with wavy brown bangs falling into his eyes and a soft smile painting his features. He looks simple, a pretty boy waiting for a girl. You feel like you’re reading a picture book with a happy ending, because there are no puzzles to stay sleepless over. You see the bistro table becoming a kitchen counter, frequented for coffee talk and family dinners— there is no smoke-cracked glass desk that costs more than your entire salary. And you’re not Pygmalion sculpting Galatea, the gender bended Grecian rendition of the Hyunjin who plagues your thoughts; instead, you can see the elementary construction paper dotted with finger-painted sunny skies.

“Hi,” you greet, dragging out your chair and locking eyes with the stranger. Strangely, you don’t feel that telltale thump of your heartbeat in your panting chest— you sense a steady rhythm, and perhaps you could get used to it. Think: the picture book over the puzzle. You like staying in check and control— Hyunjin doesn’t allow you that power, no matter how unknowingly he keeps it for himself.

“Hi,” he responds. “I, uh, thought you had a nice smile in your picture. It’s even better in real life.”

You stay unfazed; compliments don’t affect you much— when they come from anyone but Hyunjin. Still, it’s a cute try, and you decide to dig in deeper. To you, directness is key— again, when dealing with anyone but Hyunjin.

You slide your finger down the damp side of your champagne flute, tracing a haphazard shape in the water drops. The man falls quiet again, and you don’t bother saying anything else, just taking him in. You don’t have much experience with conversation loaded with romantic intent, and this holds true even with your infamous ex-boyfriend.

Park Jisung had spied you at a holiday festival on your college campus, and then proceeded to ask you out. It was pretty unceremonious, to say the least, and thinking in hindsight, you can’t remember a time when he actually tried to get to know you. You were so enamored with him that you didn’t bat an eye, not even when he insisted on having sex with you on your very first date. And it was also your very first time, actually— but you didn’t question it. And the sex? It was over in less than five minutes and he left right after he finished, but it just felt nice to be wanted, for once.

In the following months, you realized that when he wasn’t sleeping with you, Jisung was in his own world. You barely existed to him, while you memorized his Chipotle order and silently bought new soap for him when it ran out. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he just wanted a warm body in his bed to replace the other ones he’d fucked with all day.

“You should know that I have asthma, just in case you intend on taking my breath away on a regular basis,” the man blurts out, snapping you out of your depressing Jisung-reverie.

You bite back a snort— looks like Mr. Worldwide Handsome has new competition for the corniest person at this place. “Thank you.”

He coughs, no doubt embarrassed by his poorly executed pick-up line. “Sorry. I can’t help it. Pretty people make me nervous.”

“You’re pretty too.” You shrug nonchalantly as the man blushes. “What’s your name?”

“Han Jisung.”

You nearly throw the champagne in his face. “Come again?”

“Jisung. My name is Jisung.”

You clench your fists under the table, trying not to break something. Of all the people in this world— of all the fucking names in this world— you just had to get set-up with a guy who shares the same name as a monster who did nothing but hurt you. What the fuck, universe? You glance at your phone screen peeking out of your purse— there are still four minutes left in this stupid round.

“Hey, is everything good?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” You look up, giving him a venomous smile. Screw the picture book. “What do you like to do in your free time, Han Jisung? Don’t tell me you like to day-drink and play beer pong.”

“I’m not really a drinker. And you can just call me Ji-”

“Tell me, Han Jisung, is your zodiac sign Aquarius? And do you work in tech? Do you work for SM Tech? Do you?” You inquire without a break, gulping down your glass before refilling it with more of that horrendous champagne. The angel on your shoulder implores you not to project your ex-boyfriend’s personality onto the poor sucker sitting in front of you, but the devil whispers a different tune. You decide to follow the latter’s advice; raging hellfire is always more fun.

Han Jisung looks bewildered, but answers your question anyway. “Um, I'm a Virgo. I do work in tech, but with JYP Electronics.”

“Wonderful.”

“Anyway… I never got your name,” Han Jisung tries, visibly shaken by your suddenly aggressive line of questioning.

You scowl at him. “That’s because I already made the mistake of trusting someone like you, Han Jisung.”

There’s still a few seconds left in the round timer, but you don’t pay any mind to it. Your social battery has been exhausted, and all of the progress you’ve made in a long time has gone to dust in a mere five-minute parameter. You grab your bag and stalk away from the table, leaving Han Jisung staring after you, openmouthed and utterly perplexed by the unmerited hostility. But screw him— you can’t even live for a day without being reminded by your douchebag ex who traumatized the fuck out of you.

In your fury, you barely notice the rolling cart of lunch items that accidentally rams into your side. Bowls of pesto pasta fly off the cart, the roasted cherry tomatoes arching in the air in perfect semi-circles before splattering onto the pristine grass. The restaurant staff immediately attends to the mess, while the other guests just glance carelessly at the mess before continuing onto the next round. You rub your hip as Hyunjin rushes over to you.

“Darling, are you alright?” Hyunjin drapes his arm around your shoulders, gazing at you with concern. You melt into his touch for a moment, the frustration simmering with the longing inside of you. “Where were you going?”

You back away from him. “This was a bad idea. Maybe I’m not ready for this. I need more time.”

He frowns, stepping closer to you. “But—”

“Han Jisung?” You interrupt, more animosity in your tone than you intend for there to be. “You knew his name when showing me his profile.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widen in both remembrance and regret. “Oh my god. I didn’t realize— I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. Even taking into account how you feel right now, you don’t want to take it out on Hyunjin. Never. “It’s not your fault. But I’ll be on my way.”

Ducking your head, you turn and walk away, furiously blinking the tears away. A small part of you wishes Hyunjin would call you back, hug you close to him and ask you to stay. But he doesn’t, because he knows his boundaries. It’s you who doesn’t know their place, because regardless of the smarting pain inside of you, you want Hyunjin to bandaid your emotional damage.

And as you pick up your pace, you realize that maybe you really are doomed to be Pygmalion, yearning for someone who no one else can even compare to, someone who’ll never be yours. No matter what sorts of grotesque demons haunt you, the most sinister of them all is the off-limits adonis who disturbs your heart even when you’re still reeling from the previous break. Han Jisung’s sunny skies woke you up from your dreams— Galatea is a fucking statue, art that will never come alive.

“Well, that was a colossal disaster.” Hyunjin covers his face with his palms and shrinks into the buttery leather upholstery of his seat.

Wonyoung glances over at him as the car starts up. “What do you mean? I think it went great. I saw a sickening amount of flirting going on. Pretty soon, you’ll be officiating a bunch of weddings.”

Hyunjin groans, shaking his head. “But did you see the way Y/N left, Wonyoung? The whole Jisung thing? God, I screwed things up colossally.”

“It’s not your job to remember the names of all of your clients’ ex-boyfriends. It was an honest mistake that we both overlooked.”

“Still.”

“Dr. Hwang, I feel like there’s more to this than you’re letting on.” Wonyoung crosses her arms. “Since when did you get so worked up over a client— over anything?”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes like a petulant child. “I’m not getting worked up.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Am not.”

“Sure.” Wonyoung looks back down at her tablet, tapping away at the screen. “I’m already seeing so many matches.”

“Nice.” Hyunjin looks out the window pointedly. “It’s always fucking raining these days.”

“Dr. Hwang.”

Hyunjin ignores Wonyoung, just leaning forward to instruct the cab driver. “Actually, can you drop me off at The North End? Thanks.”

“Seriously. What is going on?” Wonyoung presses once more. “You can’t just go drinking now, not like this.”

“I’ll be fine, Ms. Jang.” Hyunjin doesn’t meet her eyes as he gets out of the car, placing a few bills covering the whole cab fare into her hands. “Get home safe.”

Before she can protest, Hyunjin closes the door and lets the drizzle envelop him, effectively ruining his new logo-motif jacquard set. But he doesn’t give a fuck as he steps into the bar like a shivering stray cat, because the stench of liquor and greasy peanuts is strong enough to incapacitate his inner fashion police.

“Bourbon, on the rocks,” Hyunjin orders glumly, looking down at his phone screen, a shot of Princess Diana on her birthday last year. She looks absolutely precious in that fluffy pink tutu that he dressed her in, a sight that never fails to make Hyunjin melt. Today, however, not even his adorably stylish puppy can cure him. He downs the whiskey the bartender sets in front of him, wincing at the burn he so rightfully deserved.

When you stormed out of the party just barely two hours ago, it took every fiber of Hyunjin’s being to not run after you. He’d wanted to ditch everyone and just kiss it better for you. He’d take you back to his apartment, run you a bath, cook you a comfort meal, and massage all of your sore spots. And then he’d cuddle with you on the couch, holding you while you fall asleep in his arms. But his stupid common sense held him back, rooting him to the spot like a big, dumb boulder.

After speaking with Seungmin, he realized how precisely he’s gone for you. And it obviously wouldn’t end well, so he decided that distance— complete professionalism— would be the way to go. Last night, he’d tried a crapload of healthy methods to try and fix himself, from watching porn to reading porn to even listening to porn on some sketchy podcast— anything to distract him from the thought of you. But nothing worked, because he wasn’t horny. No, he had an emotional boner— the worst kind of boners. In the end, he’d realized that the only way to move on from you would be get his ass out there and find someone else,a rebound— which is what he’d been dreading all along.

Therefore, he’d turned around like a fucking moron and went back to the party, listlessly floating around like a trash bag discarded on the highway. And now, he’s at some bar with high end cocktails that are just a pretentious way of saying “fuck me” to strangers.

“Hey there handsome, need company?”

Hyunjin looks to his left, where the sultry voice has originated from: a young woman— a pretty one, too. She’s wearing the kind of tight, black dress and matching coy smile that can only mean she wants one thing. Luckily, Hyunjin’s on the same page as her.

“What’s your name, darling?” Hyunjin asks her, ignoring the guilt inside his chest. That term of endearment was once reserved for you, and only you. He’d have to get over the sting of that too.

She sits down next to him, tossing her hair over her shoulder and exposing the smooth skin of her neck. “Lisa.”

“Lisa,” Hyunjin repeats, signaling to the bartender for another round. “Tell me, what do you do?”

“I’m hoping it’ll be you tonight.” Lisa smirks at him, raising an eyebrow seductively.

Well. That was fast.

Hyunjin chuckles, trying not to think of the nausea rising in his stomach. He accepts the drink from the bartender, clinking his glass against Lisa’s, meeting her darkened eyes over the rim.

“I’m Hyunjin. It’s nice to meet you.”

You haven’t watched trashy Youtube videos in months, thinking you’d left that disgusting habit behind, and yet, here you are, watching said trashy Youtube videos. Today, it’s a shotgun wedding getting upstaged by one of the bridesmaids proclaiming her love for the groom. You feel an old chips packet somewhere inside the bedsheet hollow you’ve burrowed yourself into, the crumbs poking into your back like unwanted intruders. However, you just try to ignore the nasty feeling and slump into the mattress, pulling the bedcovers up so they cover your chin.

It’s been almost a full week since the matchmaking debacle that you absolutely made a spectacle of yourself at. You’ve spent the entire time drifting off to work, getting yelled at by Mark for no reason at all, and then coming home and lazing around. At this point, your gym membership must be a mere accessory, and the nearby 7-Eleven that you frequent for junk food is practically your second home. Fuck— you’re disgusted with yourself.

Resorting to self-destructive yet containable activities has always been your go-to for whenever you’ve been down— you’ll let yourself be fine with the world falling apart as long as it’s inside the confines of your humble abode. For months, however, you’d truly believed that you were past it. Hyunjin’s presence in your life inserted a certain desire inside of you— not to be better for him, but to be better because of him. Hyunjin opened your eyes to the real beauty of living, of having passion for any trade and a lust for happiness. That kind of positive outlook kept you climbing up that hill, no matter how arduous it was to maintain good spirits for the majority of the time. But as soon as a crisis hit, you bailed on your trek and fell back down the cliff.

You feel truly guilty as well, an emotion that usually got lost in the web of pity and hatred that you spun yourself into whenever you know you’ve done something wrong. Han Jisung didn’t deserve to be subjected to your outburst, you know that— that should have been reserved for the person who actually wronged you. You never actually got the chance to confront Park Jisung, not after he walked out like he didn’t just fucking break you. Deep inside, you know that you take out that inky mixture of unresolved frustration and regret on every single person who dares trigger you, even if it’s unintentional. Han Jisung was one such unfortunate target today.

A small chime alerts you to a new message, and you tear your eyes away from your laptop, reaching for your phone on your nightstand. In the notifications on your home screen, you see that it is not an email from Hyunjin like you’d unrealistically hoped for— instead, it’s a text from Yeonjun, your cousin who’s a constant thorn in your fucking side.

Yeonjun: hmm i’m thirsty :P

You: no yeonjun, i will not take you out for drinks.

Yeonjun: pretty pls w a cherry on top

You: fuck off

Yeonjun: u seem upset :(((

You: i’m having adult problems, yeonjun. leave me alone.

Yeonjun: well then i will help you with ur adult problems

Yeonjun: u know, i’m an adult too OMG

Yeonjun: come on, when have i ever not given u great advice?

Yeonjun: i missed my fucking calling in therapy. i woulda been an excellent shrink.

Yeonjun: i’m an amazing cousin who always is there for u. y/n i lysm, u know that?

Yeonjun: u know what else i love? Vodka.

Yeonjun: but i love u too <3

You: Yeonjun, stop fucking spamming me or I’m not coming.

Yeonjun: YAYY!

With a defeated sigh, you shove the blankets to the side, the cold air conditioning gripping your body like a vice. But begrudgingly, you have to admit that it feels refreshing to get out of your sweaty hideout and step into the shower, cleaning yourself up as much as you can on the outside— the inside issue can be attended to with the drinks.

A half hour later, you find yourself in a skeevy dive bar on the Westside, doing shots with your cousin, because even though he irritates you to the core, he’s all you have. You really could use that drink, anyway. But no amount of alcohol seems to mask the way your heart hangs heavier than the full moon outside. In fact, the liquid courage just manifests your sadness even more, leaving you a sniveling mess on the bar counter.

“And, he was actually really cute, you know? But I could never date him,” you sniffle, after downing your fifth drink. “It’s just, I just can’t deal with any reminders of Jisung.”

Yeonjun knocks back his vodka. “I take it back. If therapy means dealing with saps like you, I’d rather die.”

You frown at him. “It’s better than being a failing TikTok influencer. When’s the last time any of your thirst traps got views?”

Yeonjun shrugs, unbothered by your jab; he’s as used to you as you are to him. “You could’ve at least hooked up with him, if he was that cute.”

You swirl your straw in the melting ice as you get on your phone, pulling up the follow-up email in which Hyunjin had sent you online scans of the candidate profiles. Yeonjun looks over your shoulder and whistles as you zoom-in on Han Jisung’s picture. “But I’ve only ever slept with Jisung before. I may be a scary bitch, but I’m not bold enough for that.”

“At least you’re self-aware,” Yeonjun cackles. “Well, it’s only a better reason to have a one-night stand. Do you really want to give your trash ex-boyfriend the power of being the only person to have had sex with you? That’s kind of sad.”

Yeonjun makes a face, shivering in disgust, and you sock him in the elbow in retaliation. “For someone so bitchless, you really have such strong opinions about me and my love life.”

“Who says I’m bitchless?” Yeonjun grins deviously. “Besides, you’re the one who told me all this crap in the first place.”

You glance up at the ceiling, feeling an indescribable sense of loss. “Perhaps I wouldn’t mind a one-night stand, though. I guess getting laid is something I kind of need right now. I need to stop letting Jisung control every aspect of my life.”

“Well, if you’re not averted to the idea, a person of interest just walked in.”

You whip around to look at the door, and of all people, Han Jisung from the matchmaking event walks in. He doesn’t notice you at the counter, just making his way over to one of the booths near the entrance and sitting down in solitude. The waiter takes his order and walks away, leaving him to put on his headphones in wait.

“I think I must be living in a social experiment.” You groan and look over at Yeonjun. “Hell if I’m sleeping with him.”

“Did you or did you not just say that you don’t want to let your ex control your life?”

You stare at Yeonjun. “I can sleep with someone else. He’s probably too scared of me anyway. I kind of verbally-knifed him the other day.”

“Please. Everything about that guy screams ‘degrade me.’ He probably liked that shit. You might as well use him as a punching bag again— this time, more productively.” Yeonjun waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively, and you wrinkle your nose in distaste.

“The fuck do you know about productivity?”

“Nada. But I do know a lot about getting a fix when needed.” Your cousin winks at you, producing a packet of condoms out of nowhere and slapping it into your palm. Before you can react, Yeonjun is already slinking off to go and flirt with a pretty girl sitting by herself on the other end of the counter. And alas, you’re left alone again. With a packet of XL condoms— Yeonjun sure is optimistic.

You glance over at said person of interest, who is currently immersed in whatever song that’s got him bopping his head to the beat, eyes closed as if in a dreamy trance. He’s not your type, for sure. But the thing is, you don’t even know what your damn type is at this point— if it wasn’t for Hyunjin’s ability to make you feel inappropriate things so vividly, you’d have thought you had fucking cobwebs down there. Speaking with Yeonjun really was a reminder that you’re still young, after years of both an emotional and physical dry spell. Emotionally, you might not be ready. Physically, however, there’s an opening, and you know it.

When you were dating Park Jisung, sex was always initiated by him. It was always for himself too, because he never cared about making you feel good. But you didn’t see it as a red flag, since you were so in love with him. You just followed him around like an innocent, lovesick puppy that was eager to please. And in the end, even that wasn’t enough.

Your first orgasm— and first experience with a deeper kind of desire— was alone, some time after your relationship ended. It was a quiet night, and you’d just fallen back onto the couch after another long, uneventful day at work. You flipped through the TV channels before settling on a network that was playing The Notebook, and despite its fame and reach, you’d never watched the movie before. Everything was normal until the main characters started kissing each other in the rain, a scene that would remain something you’d download and revisit many, many times when you were locked away in your room.

You’d never seen that level of lust before. You’d never felt it directed towards you or ever even experienced it when you discovered porn in your teenage years. Yet, these two people seemed to want each other on a whole other level, risking everything— their home, their reputation, their love— for something you’d always thought would be over in two minutes. And as your hand undid the button of your jeans and slipped down even lower, you realized just how wrong you were.

In the years that followed, you learned to become so much more comfortable with your sexuality. Hell, you have a drawer dedicated to storing your sex toys and on nights that you’d had too many glasses of wine, you wind up writing filthy erotica just for fun. However, you’d never actually considered having sex outside of a committed relationship, not until now. And in complete honesty, you really are curious about if Han Jisung is as subby as Yeonjun insinuated— if that proves to be true, you wouldn’t mind taking your pent-up Jisung-frustrations out on him. Productivity, and all.

You slap your payment down on the wooden counter, shaking it slightly, before marching towards Han Jisung’s table.

“Hey,” you start, but Han Jisung doesn’t notice you. “HEY!”

Han Jisung’s eyes fly open as he jerks in his seat and pulls off his headphones. At the sight of you approaching him so determinedly, he eyes you with both wariness and renewed interest, and you have to keep yourself from sighing exasperatedly at his hesitant desperation. You’re here for a reason, after all.

“Oh, hello. Y/N, right? I asked Hyunjin for your name after you left.” He gives you a nervous smile, brushing the bangs off of his forehead. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I just wanted to say—”

“I’ll get to the point, Han Jisung.” You cut him off, ignoring the surprised expression on his face. It’s like he’s never in his life encountered a woman who knows what the hell she wants. “I want to have sex with you. What do you say?”

For a good minute, he says nothing, just gaping at you, shocked. And then he does a double-take, looking you up and down as if checking to see if you’re real.

“Is this a ploy to kidnap me and steal my organs, or something? Because when I last saw you, I got the impression that you severely disliked me.”

“No, I’m not going to steal your organs. The truth is complicated,” you scoff. “But you’re hot, and I’m over everything else, at least for tonight. Are you up for it?”

You stare Han Jisung down, making him shift in his seat. He scratches his nose and blinks at you like a trembling mouse. “I… wait. You think I’m hot?”

What an idiot. Good thing he’s pretty.

“Is that a yes?”

“Fuck yes.”

With no warning at all, you grasp his hand, pulling him out of the booth while he scrambles to grab his belongings and shove them into his pockets. You feel his gaze on the back of your neck as you drag him through the bar, walking with your chin pointed up with purpose. You wind your way between the tables expertly, but this Jisung stumbles, making you glare at him over your shoulder.

“Watch your step,” you snap.

“Sorry,” he mutters, looking down at the floor as you barge into the bathroom in the back of the building, tugging him inside with you. “Wait, are we not going to your place, or—”

“Stop asking so many fucking questions, Han Jisung.” You slam the door behind you both and click the metal latch in place, leaving you both locked in the tiny room. It isn’t so cramped that there isn’t any space for movement, but it’s small enough to force you both into facing each other in a charged silence.

You eye Jisung from head to toe, taking in his baggy t-shirt and ripped jeans. He clears his throat, making you raise an eyebrow at him. “So, um, do you really have to call me by full name? Don’t you think that’s a little formal, considering what’s about to happen?”

You roll your eyes, your mind going back to the other Jisung you know. Never— there must be something to differentiate the two. You take an intimidatingly emphasized step towards him, backing him up against the wall. “No. I don’t think that’s too formal, Han Jisung.”

“But—”

“Shut the fuck up.” You trace your eyes down his body once more, gaze landing on the noticeable bulge in his pants. Bless Yeonjun— how right he was, for once. You look up, giving Jisung a mean smile. “Are you actually getting turned on right now?”

“Uh, wow—” He squeaks, as you reach your hand out and place it on his warm thigh, tracing it up his limb at a painful pace both dedicated to your desire to tease and be cautious.

“I asked you a fucking question.” You retract your hand right before it reaches its destination, glowering at him. “Answer me.”

“Just, um. I…” Jisung stammers, closing his eyes before opening them again, as if preparing himself. The honeyed tone of his skin exposes a light blush and therefore, his answer. “Ruin me, please.”

That’s all the permission you need before you’re placing your hands on Jisung’s surprisingly toned shoulders, roughly turning him around and swapping places with him, so that now you’re the one with their back to the wall.

“Han Jisung…” You speak slowly, punctuating your words with the kind of loathing that has Jisung panting like a dog waiting for a treat, eyes wide with anticipation tinged with delicious fear. “If you’re a good boy and do as you’re told, I’ll see about giving you a reward.”

“Oh my god.”

“Take off your clothes.”

Jisung nearly trips over his own two feet trying to wrestle the suddenly irksome swaths of fabric off of his body, tossing the garments onto the gross bathroom floor like he doesn’t give a fuck about getting a staph infection later. When he’s fully stripped, you trace your eyes over him in your own leisure, reveling in the way he shivers when you do. Your gaze washes over his defined abs, dipping even lower until you reach his hardened cock, flushed a pretty pink and glazed with pre-come— the condoms would come in very handy, after all.

Seeing him bared to you and your mercy rouses you up like you never thought it would; you never thought that feeling wanted yet being in control would work you up so much, but it does, and you love it beyond reason.

“You’re really something else. Getting off on me being so mean to you.” With a sadistic smirk, you cross your arms. “I bet you thought about me even after I ditched your ass at the party, didn’t you?”

“I— I did,” he admits, with a nervous giggle. “You’re so fucking hot, I just couldn’t help it. Seriously. I’m sorry if— mmph.”

You interrupt his rambling by winding your hand into his soft hair and forcing him closer to you, meeting his soft lips in a harsh kiss, one that has him moaning shamelessly into your mouth. You kiss him deeply, like you want to punish him for it, like you want to both hurt him and make him beg for more. Jisung’s lips are small but full, moving against yours in a sloppy yet heated exchange, fighting for more in an unwinnable battle; he tastes like brandy, strawberries, and the promises of a good time, and you’re drunk on it.

“You’re disgusting, Han Jisung,” you spit out, prompting a whimper from Jisung. “Get on your fucking knees.”

He wastes no time dropping to his knees and letting you lead the way, fully submitting to your tantric commands. Quickly, you clutch at his hands and direct them to where they should be, tilting your head back against the wall as Jisung satisfies your wishes. With an eagerness that doesn’t even compare to your own, Jisung loosens the knot on the elastic band of your skirt, not bothering to untie it fully before he’s tugging the skirt up so that it’s bunched around your waist.

And without you even demanding him to move faster, he’s pushing your panties aside and attaching his greedy mouth to your cunt. You nearly jerk away at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure; your ex-boyfriend never went down on you, and oh, how profoundly you’ve missed out. But you’ve researched enough to know exactly what you want.

Jisung’s eyes flick up to where you’re looking down and showering him with breathy sighs, spurring on his performance. When you shoot him a warning glare, he goes back to completely making-out with your cunt, easily spreading you apart with two of his fingers so he can focus on your throbbing clit. Jisung uses his other hand to squeeze your thigh gently, rubbing circles into the smooth skin as he works.

He delves deeper into your pussy when you run your hands through his silky hair, lapping at your arousal like it’s honey and he’s been starving for days. “You taste so good…”

Immediately, you yank back his hair and hold him in place as you start to grind onto his pretty face. “I don’t remember saying you could fucking talk.”

Jisung groans, taking every insult you hurl at him in such a measured but unbridled way. He makes up for his lack in precision with his enthusiasm, suctioning his mouth around your tender clit and swirling his tongue in patterns that have gotten you seeing the fucking stars. He lets you use him entirely, body going slack as he helps you ride out your high. The obscene sounds of Jisung slurping at your cunt fill the room as you come, gripping his head between your thighs as you feel that beautiful wave of euphoria fall over you. You pat Jisung’s shoulder in silent instruction, and he rises, cupping the sides of your arms and running his hands down them gently, soothing the way you quiver at any touch.

“Are you okay?” Jisung whispers, making you open your eyes in surprise. Your ex-boyfriend never once checked up on you, not even when you were clearly in discomfort that first time he made you his own. This complete stranger however, one that you have been anything but gracious with, inspects your face with concern. A strange feeling of warmth spreads throughout your body as you nod your head.

“I’m good. You did well.” You grasp the bottom of your top, pulling it over your head so that all you’re standing in now are your skirt and basically ruined panties. You didn’t bother with putting on a bra before you left the house, and now, you’re thankful for the decision that was ultimately a byproduct of your laziness; Jisung gazes at your body with utter reverence, like just the sight of your tits has blessed his entire life.

“Please…”

“Please what, Han Jisung?” You bite your lip, both amused and flattered by how desperate he is for your pussy. “Use your words.”

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me. I’ve been good, haven’t I?” Jisung whines sadly, clearly on the verge of tears. His cock is now rock-hard, flush against his stomach, and it turns you on so much to know that eating you out has reduced him to such a pathetic mess.

“Yes, you have…” you murmur, before jutting out your hand to hold his chin tightly. “Spit.”

Without a single protest, he obeys, a single string of saliva connecting his lips to your hand, before you’re reaching down and palming his cock. He lets out a gasp as you wrap your fingers around the base, spreading the dampness and pumping a few times for good measure, as if the mixture of his spit and your own arousal coating your pussy isn’t lubrication enough.

You take the condoms out and help Jisung slide one onto his cock, chuckling when he places his hand over yours to help quicken the process. And then you’re finally guiding him into your entrance, circling one leg around his body and caging him into your fantasies.

“Fuck—”

Jisung enters you as you both collectively moan out loud, him at how tightly your cunt clenches around him and you at how wonderfully his dick curves into you, hitting your sweet spot inside each time. Jisung cups your face as he kisses you again, but this time, it’s slower and more drawn-out, a vast juxtaposition to how rigorously he thrusts into you. You drag your nails down his back in a way that’s sure to leave marks for days to come, but he just increases his pace on your aching pussy, lost in pleasure.

You grip Jisung’s ass and squeeze at the flesh, eliciting a throaty groan from him as your sweat combined creates a sticky layer between your bodies. Your breasts are pressed against Jisung’s chest, and he ducks his head to attend to them, licking and sucking at your sensitive nipples. The heightened attention goes straight to your sweet pussy, making you buck your hips as you hold him even tighter.

“Oh god— I’m fucking— I’m gonna come—” Jisung chokes out, his movements now erratic and even more rushed, if possible.

“Not yet.” You just laugh cruelly, shaking your head. “You’re going to wait. I’m first.”

“I— I don’t think I can—”

“Suck it up like the little bitch you are, and make me come again,” you snarl, digging your nails into the arch of his ass.

He cries out, and for a brief lapse in time, you think he will not be able to outlast you, but then he slides his hand down, rubbing frantic circles onto your clit. The attempt to get you off a second time works, and the orgasm washes over you like a cool breeze in the summertime. You can’t help what escapes you next.

“HYUNJIN!”

“Did you just—”

You clench your jaw and give Jisung a menacing look, warning him of a topic that should not be broached under any circumstances. Luckily, your harsh expression just seems to spur Jisung on even more, and he follows you into ecstasy not long after, squirming in your hold. When he finally finishes, hot spurts of him coat your pussy and trembling thighs.

For a moment, Jisung slumps against you limply, and you let him, enjoying that blanket of heat and protection against your exposed skin, another gift you’ve never been given before. But then you remember that’s all he is to you— a body that has warmed you up for one night. You don’t feel guilty though, because you never did offer more than you could actually give.

You pat Jisung’s back, prompting him to draw back and give you a fucked-smile. His bangs are plastered against his forehead in a sweaty mess, and his skin is tinged pink from his great efforts to please you. It’s a sight that you’ll be tucking away in your memories for any future lonely nights.

After putting your blouse back on, you walk over to the sink as Jisung just stays leaning against the wall. Wetting a paper towel with some water, you run it between your thighs and clean up the remnants of Jisung’s come smeared there. And then you pull your skirt down and help Jisung, because no matter how you don’t see him as more than a fling, he is still significant to you. He’s the first person to make you come and show you that physical care that you’ve been craving for so long, and that amounts to something. Besides, you’d never just toss someone aside after using them so intimately, not like your ex did with you.

You get a fresh towel for Jisung, placing it against his forehead to cool his heated skin while assisting him in putting his clothes back on. When you both are completely dressed, you place a chaste kiss on Jisung’s lips and give him a small smile, before turning for the door.

“I’ll be on my way now, Han Jisung.”

Jisung leaps forward quickly, grabbing your head before it can reach the doorknob. “Hey, I know you said this was just a one-night, but can’t we maybe get dinner or something?”

“Jisung.” The plain name is still sour on your tongue, but you swallow it down. “We aren’t going to work. This isn’t going to happen again.”

“Wait. Are you just, like, crazy edging me right now?”

Shaking your head, you let out a tired laugh. “No, I’m not. Look, I think you’re a really nice guy. I’m sorry for how I treated you at the party last week. You definitely didn’t deserve that, and I definitely still need to resolve my own issues. I’m sure there’s some other sexy lady out there just waiting to dom your pretty face off. You deserve better than me.”

You leave Jisung speechless, finally getting out of the bathroom. You have a very important meeting tomorrow, one that you absolutely cannot miss. Besides, he really does deserve better than you, someone who definitely doesn’t make his whole life an enigma. Someone who doesn’t have the same impact on him as Hyunjin does on you.

And in your post-coital clarity, you also finally accept that there will be no compromising with your feelings for Hyunjin. You’re falling in love with him, so much that even when another man is balls-deep in you, he’s all you can think of. It’s so profound that it hurts, the thought of never being able to fuck him into oblivion like you just did with Han Jisung. You can never have those nights with him in dirty bathrooms, or the ones tangled up in bedsheets for hours at an end. Late night conversations about the banalities of life and playful interviews about where he buys his amazing clothing will never be yours. You’re playing a dangerous game, ignoring your feelings like they’re a hazy insect that will eventually buzz away. Because you know they won’t. They’ll come back to sting you.

As you beeline for the bar exit, you run straight into Yeonjun, who seems to have been waiting for you all along. And by the looks of the Cheshire grin on his face, he knows exactly what you’ve been up to.

“I knew his dick was big.”

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

“So… want to talk about last week?”

“There’s not much to talk about.” You shrug, toying with the hem of your dress. It’s green, a new look from the various shades of pinks that you donned whenever visiting Hyunjin. The change doesn’t feel refreshing— really, it’s restricting and strange, somehow. Like it doesn’t belong on you.

Hyunjin sighs, getting up from his fancy chair to sit down next to you. So understanding, so caring, so gentle. Everything you don’t deserve and that you will never have. “Darling, please. Open up to me.”

You snap, looking at him directly. “I had sex with Han Jisung.”

Closing your eyes, you lift your up palm, effectively silencing whatever you know that Hyunjin was about to say. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself. You have to mend the cracks before you break completely. Again. It’s now or never, no matter how much it will hurt you to do so.

“And I think we should stop seeing each other.”

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Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch.12: Miss Beatrice

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Word Count: 10K

🚨TRIGGER WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT, TRYPOPHOBIA, MENTIONS OF SA!!🚨

Donnie whistled, walking back to his shed. It was so nice meeting someone he knew; even though she was really weird about it…

Flashback

“I believe I do, you’re Arielle,” He smiled at the girl.

Arielle stared at him in horror. Had he said something wrong? Was this not Arielle? The beauty mark was still under her right eye and everything. The siren stepped back before running away to two other sinners he assumed were her friends.

Donnie tilted his head slightly confused, “What an odd girl..”

Present day

Whatever that was Donnie couldn’t worry about it, he had a daughter to protect.

“Bea..I got you some donuts,” he walks into the dark shed. “If you’re good you can get two-”

The light turning on shocked him, Bean wasn’t there; the chair was knocked over along with singed chains, instead of Bean in her place was a very angry Ruby. She was practically fuming with her arms crossed.

Donnie cleared his throat trying to think of something to say, “To be fair I did have her here, and she was here.. You said do whatever it takes!”

Ruby said nothing, still glaring at him. He was not making it out of here alive.

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“She’s burning up,” Husk touches Bean’s forehead, who was currently curled up in a ball on Alastor’s bed.

“Thank you Husker I definitely didn’t know that already,” Alastor rolls his eyes. “I wanted to know if there was anything I could do.”

Husk shrugs, “Put her out of her misery?” Alastor looked at him with “seriously?” type of eyes. The winged cat noticed this, “What? This is why no one goes out in an acid rain storm, this happens,” he gestured to the whimpering sinner. “There’s literally nothing we can do, her skin is peeling off and she’s sick from radiation.”

Alastor stared at Bean, it was clear that she was in a lot of pain, it’d be better to kill her; she’d just come back but…it wouldn’t hurt to try..ugh! What was wrong with him?! This was not the Radio Demon! He blamed Charlie, and Vera.. “Come now Husker let’s give her a chance.”

His eyes widened at his boss’s words, then sighed not wanting to argue, “Fuck it, let’s help the kid.”

To be honest they didn’t know how to help her, so Alastor went to someone who would at least know Bean better than he did.

Her mother.

“Ruby’s” was pretty packed, with a bunch of older demons, it seemed to be bingo night.

“E7,” the announcer called.

“Bingo! I win again!” A familiar raspy voice yelled.

Everyone groans, “Susan we told you to leave, you can’t use someone else’s bingo board,” The announcer rolls his eyes.

“Give me my prize!” She yelled.

“No! That isn’t your sheet!”

Alastor rolls his eyes, where was Ruby? She usually wanted to be the center of attention.

“Now Susan,” Alastor spotted the overlord across the room. “I told you that you could come tonight if you behaved, don’t be rude to my son.”

“He needs to learn to respect his elders!”

“What?!” The announcer fumed.

“August!” Ruby stared at him, “Are you arguing with an elderly woman?”

“No ma’am,” he mumbled.

“Great! Now, let me get you a BLANK bingo sheet,” she smiled, taking the used sheet. “August, keep calling numbers.” Ruby looks across the room at Alastor and Husk, she sees Alastor is holding something or someone in a blanket. “Hmm,” she raised an eyebrow approaching the two, “I’m sorry boys but we’re full for the night.”

“Nobody wants to play bingo with these dusty sinners,” Husk groaned.

“I’m afraid we’re here on business my dear,” Alastor moved the blanket revealing who was underneath, it was a very pale Bean.

Ruby touched her neck, looking for a pulse; it was faint. She sighed slightly annoyed, did they really bring a half dead girl to her? “Come with me-”

A glass is thrown against the wall, “I SAID BINGO!” Susan screamed.

“DAMN IT SUSAN!”

The sinners made their way into Ruby’s back room, it was as if they had walked into a doctor’s office.

“This where you keep your customers happy?” Alastor jokes.

“This is where I help my children,” She walks over to a tall cabinet. “Place her on the bed.”

Alastor does, practically dropping her. Bean groans in pain, “I’m sorry but you were getting quite heavy.”

“Oh good you’re awake,” Ruby walks over to the bed, “Let’s see what we’re dealing with,” she mumbled, taking the blanket off her.

Bean winced, Ruby examined her back. It was greenish in some places, with small open wounds all over her back; she pressed her back making Bean cry out in pain, “You should’ve let her die.”

“Now what is with the lack of confidence?” Alastor gasped. “I’m sure you have something in that cabinet of mysteries for your ‘child’,” he put up air quotes.

“She’s slowly rotting, what is it you want me to do?” Ruby had her hands on her hips.

“Well a smile wouldn’t hurt and maybe start by cleaning up her back,” Alastor rolled his eyes.

Ruby’s eye twitched before going back to the cabinet, “Donc mwen panse mwen se on type de mirk travayé kounya!” She slammed a bottle of rubbing alcohol on a desk.

Translation: So I guess I’m some type of miracle worker now!

“What she sayin?” Husk leaned into his boss.

“Get away from me,” Alastor looked him up and down.

Ruby turned around holding a huge needle, “Hold her down.”

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Flashback

“I believe I do, you’re Arielle,” He smiled at the girl.

Arielle stared at him in horror. Arielle? Erin felt as if her stomach would fall out of her butt, She wasn’t Arielle, her name was Erin.

Erin backed away from the man without another word. He had to be wrong!

Right?

Present Day

“That’s impossible,” Zeke shook his head.

“That’s what he said!” Erin exclaimed. It was still giving her chills.

“Maybe he was mistaken,” Wynter shrugged.

“She’s right,” Eric put his arm around Wynter, “A lot of these sinners have been down here for decades, I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t remember his own name, what is he like a Boomer? Gen X? Silent Generation?” He chuckled before Wynter moved his arm off her.

“It doesn’t matter!” Erin stopped him.

“Right, now we know who was responsible for your death,” Zeke agreed. “Who cares if you’re Erin or Arielle?”

“I do! It means everything I remember is a lie!” Erin was beginning to panic, or was she Arielle? What if she was Donnie’s daughter?!

“Or that Donnie is fucking with you,” Eric but in. “I used to watch ‘Criminal Minds’ and there was this episode-”

“Oh my gosh!” Erin had realized something, “Bean is STILL MISSING!!” What kind of person doesn’t realize her friend is missing?

“Ya know, I did not remember she was gone,” Eric mumbled to Wynter and Zeke.

“I did, but I didn’t want to be like ‘Bean isn’t here’ and she was across the room, that would be embarrassing,” Zeke laughed awkwardly before violently coughing. Wynter inched away from him.

“Hun, she’s probably okay, she’s probably at V-Tower; that’s where she works-” Wynter was cut off by Eric dramatically gasping.

“Of course!” He stood up. “It’s been right in our faces!”

“What?” Zeke asked.

“I’ve been thinking this mystery was a one and done! IT’S NOT!” He pointed at Erin.

“I’m confused, are we still talking about me?” Erin tilted her head sniffling.

“No! Because not everything is about you! This mystery just became a two parter and we’re in the season finale,” he said ominously.

Erin, Zeke and Wynter stared at the sinner in confusion.

“I don’t understand,” Zeke broke the silence.

“Understand this,” Eric grabs his face. “To understand Erin’s story, there’s another story we have to understand and that’s Bean’s story.”

Erin gasped, “Are you saying..we could be sisters?”

“What, no! I’m saying the same person that had you has Bean, and we need to know why.”

“Because he’s a psychopath?” Wynter shrugged.

“Well The Northern Killer only killed women, and he kept them for a while-”

“Hey!” Eric interrupted Zeke. “He only killed women and kept them for a while before killing them! We need to know why,” he stood over them looking all heroic and Wynter couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“Maybe we should split up, to get more info,” she suggested.

“Smart idea babez,” he winked at the siren.

“Babez? Like with a z?” Zeke narrowed his eyes.

“Wynter and I-”

“Actually, I want to go with Erin to get answers, you and Ezekiel can go back to Lucifer, he gave us the wrong file,” Wynter looked into Eric’s eyes smiling. She had a plan, but she couldn’t risk Eric doing something idiotic.

Eric bit his lip, “Playing hard to get, I see.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she smirked.

“Me neither, what is happening?” Zeke asked before getting shushed by Erin.

“Anyway! Let’s get to it!” Eric took out his recorder. “Episode One Part 2…Connecting the Dots,” he smirked.

“Wait?” Zeke spoke up.

“This is still Episode One?!”

Erin followed Wynter through a neighborhood she had never been in before, it wasn’t like “The Doomsday District” or “Cannibal Town”. Sinners walked like they had a place to be, like they were here to be on business.

“Where are we Wynter?” She asked.

“Well back when I first dropped down it didn’t have a name, it was just a place where old timers hung out, but over the years sinners have noticed only serial killers drop down in this area so they call it ‘Serial Square’,” Wynter smiled at a female sinner she knew. “You don’t come around here unless you’re a serial killer, you have business with someone or I don’t know you’re just plain dumb.”

The younger siren looked worried, “And we’re here because..?”

“On business.”

It finally clicked, “You think Donnie’s here.”

Wynter nodded as they continued walking until they got to a bar with the words, “Easy Street” written over the top, Wynter turned to Erin, “Before we enter I must tell you something.”

“Okay,” Erin looked at the older sinner.

“Wynter is a stage name, my name is Roxana, Roxie for short.”

“Awe Roxie is such a cute name!” Erin squealed. “Though I do like Wynter-” she was interrupted by Wynter’s hand over her mouth.

“They…don’t know that, so please refer to me Roxie,” she pleaded.

“Got it,” Erin gave her a thumbs up before they made their way inside, it was pretty empty and quiet; there was a praying mantis demon in the corner playing piano.

Wynter leaned into her, grabbing her hand, “Stay close to me,” she whispered. The siren looked up smiling at everyone, “Good afternoon.”

Some sinners looked up at her smiling and tipping their hats, Erin waved at an older looking demon but was met with a glare. “Well well if it isn’t Red Roxie,” a female demon smirked from behind the bar.

The sirens walked up to the bartender, “Hi Yolanda, this is my friend Erin, we’re looking for somebody,” Wynter leaned on the bar.

“Hey sweetie, want a drink?” Yolanda asked kindly.

“No thank you, but do you know anyone that goes by Donnie?” Erin smiled.

“Do you know how many Donnie’s are in this place?-”

“I think they mean me,” a male’s voice came from behind them, it was Donnie.

“Let’s chat ladies.”

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“AHH!!” Bean screamed, struggling against Husk’s hold on her as Ruby rubbed alcohol on her sizzling back. Alastor was going to help but Husk almost got bit and he was not for that, oh goodness…do children bite?

“Almost done,” She continued to rub until the sizzling died down, voilà all done!”

“Finally, I was a little afraid that Bean would eat Husker. A little,” Alastor grinned.

Husk groaned, “Lady, you done or what?”

“Now now I just have to put the gauze on,” Ruby took a roll of gauze bandages and placed it along Bean’s back. Bean winced in pain feeling her back being pressed on, “Oh it cannot still hurt,” the overlord rolled her eyes.

“Look at you, being a mother,” Alastor put his hand on his chest.

“Oh and I guess you bringing her here was just a normal Monday for the Radio Demon,” Ruby raised an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Ruby rolled her eyes, “If you care about someone you should tell them, don’t waste their time playing ‘I don’t care’ when you really do;” she stared at him. Back when Bean was alive Ruby had grown tired of the “romance” movies she always put on, some poor teenage girl was always falling for a toxic teenage boy; Ruby never understood the appeal.

Alastor stayed silent, he did care for Bean but he wouldn’t let Ruby know that. “Are you almost done? I am a busy man.”

“I told you I was,” she scoffed. “Now just letting you know she’s running a fever, she’ll be very sick and too much movement will slow down the healing process.”

“Aren’t you mother of the year,” Alastor picked a very warm Bean up in a blanket, holding her bridal style. “Let’s go Husker-”

“DADA!” A small child jumped out of a nearby cabinet scaring everyone. It was the small cannibal child.

“Anna, what have I told you about scaring people,” Ruby scolded her.

“Oh we meet yet again,” he watched the small girl jump up and down, the radio demon looked at Ruby. “I see we’re stealing children now, do you have an oven preheating for her?”

She caught Annalise, picking her up, “Rosie wanted me to watch her, and I don’t eat children, I eat venison,” Ruby smirked.

“Ooo, then we have something in common,” Alastor grinned, not scared by the threat at all, “ Come Husk.”

“I’m right here,” The former overlord rolled his eyes.

“A l'aurevoir,” Alastor blew a kiss before shadowing away.

Translation: Goodbye.

“Bye bye,” Annalise waved.

Ruby glared where Alastor had stood. “Bâtard.”

Translation: Bastard.

Upon getting back to the hotel Alastor had really hoped it would be empty, but as soon as he arrived there was a circle of sinners. Shit, he forgot this was when Charlie’s little activities took place.

“Al!” Charlie had an excited look on her face. “You’re just in time! We’re talking about baby names for you and Voe!”

“No need my dear, I’ve got it covered! I’ve been looking up girl names all-”

“Girl names?” Vera was standing at the front desk with Eugenia who sunk in her chair behind the magazine she was reading. Alastor’s eyes widened, his Vera was practically glowing; he was so stunned he almost dropped Bean on the floor. “I didn’t know we were having a girl, which is weird cause I’m the one who’s pregnant.”

Alastor cleared his throat, coughing a bit. “Ew,” Angel mumbled in disgust.

“Shouldn’t you be off your feet? Stress isn’t good for the baby,” he tried changing the subject. However she stood there with her arms crossed.

“Look at that ‘stress’ telling someone not to be stressed,” Lucifer crossed his arms.

“Voe-”

“Where have you been?” She asked. His eyes darted around the room then down at Bean who looked to be waking up. She groaned in pain.

“Alastor? What is that?” Vaggie had her hands on her hips.

“Well I got nothin’,” Husk abandons Alastor, going back to his job post.

“Traitor,” Alastor narrows his eyes at him.

“Alastor?” Vera tapped her foot.

“Fine,” Alastor rolled his eyes, before dropping Bean onto the floor. “You’re all so impatient.”

Bean yelped, “Ow! Why?!”

“Bean?!” Angel Dust went over to the sinner pulling off the blanket. “Holy shit you look gross , and smell gross,” he backed away.

Everyone crowded around her, asking if she was okay and where she’d been, “My goodness give her some space,” the Radio Demon shook his head.

Bean looked pale and exhausted, she felt exhausted too. She was in a lot of pain and wasn’t in the mood for questions, Bean opened her mouth to say something when something rose in her chest. She threw up toxic waste on the carpet, the residents backed away in disgust and concern.

“Gross,” Voe said.

“I don’t feel too good,” Bean held her stomach.

“Ya don’t look like it either,” Cherri looked at her with concern.

Eugenia rushed over touching Bean’s back, Bean looked at her in horror before puking again and again until she passed out. Her mother touched her forehead, “She’s really warm.”

“How cute, she’s playing mommy now,” Cherri glared at Eugenia.

Eugenia looked at her glaring back. Alastor’s grin widened.

Seems like something is brewing, he was gonna figure out..

Even if he had to start something to do it.

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“Lucifer!” Eric and Zeke were bolting down the hall towards the king.

Lucifer groaned rolling his eyes, why was it always them? This is what happens when you stop your hobby for others. “What now?” He turned to the sinners.

“Ya done wrong Lucy!” Eric pointed at him.

“Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow.

Zeke moved Eric to the side, “What Eric means is that you gave us the wrong file sir.”

“You asked for Erin’s file, right?” Lucifer looked between the boys.

“Yeah,” They said in unison.

“That’s the file I gave you.”

“But she’s not Erin, we need Arielle’s file-”

“Look! I cannot keep giving you random sinner’s files, okay?” The devil snapped, then took a breath, he didn’t mean to snap but they clearly had no idea what they were doing,“Okay, I will do this, but ONLY if you get facts that she is Arielle.”

Zeke and Eric looked excited, “Yes sir! Thank you sir!” They yelled running off.

“Ugh..” Lucifer rubbed his temples. “They’re driving me nuts.”

“So ladies,” Donnie smiled at them. “What can I do for you?”

Erin and Wynter look at each other before Wynter clears her throat, “We want answers.”

“Okay..? What?” Donnie looked at them with a straight face.

“Why’d you call me Arielle?” Erin but in. “That’s not my name.”

“Oo you meant those kinds of answers, no I’m not answering that.”

“Why?!” Erin whined.

“Because it’s so funny to watch you struggle for answers,” Donnie chuckled, drinking some of his beer.

Well Wynter’s plan was going down the drain, it was time to go with something else, “What do you want?” She asked.

“From her,” he pointed at Erin. “Nothing, but from you…” He grinned, examining Wynter. He grabbed her face, “Smile for me baby.”

Irritation spread through the siren, couldn’t he just ask for sex like a normal sinner? Anytime she came here, these sinners wanted a body part! She smiled, showing off her sharp fangs. Donnie had an excited look on his face, he let go of her.

“Fine I’ll tell you whatever you want, for all her teeth,” he smirked.

“What?! No-”

“Fine,” Wynter cut Erin off. Erin looked at her with a worried expression.

“I’m so excited, I’ve never had siren teeth in my collection before, this is gonna be new; I also want you in your little mermaid form while we do it,” He demanded.

Wynter’s eye twitched as she faked a smile, she was not giving this man her teeth, “Sure.. but we need to be somewhere special.”

“And where would that be?”

“The beach, I can’t just do my mermaid form; I need water.”

“Hmm..ok, to the beach!” Donnie stood to his feet, leaving with Erin and Wynter.

“HEY!” Yolanda yelled. “YOU DIDN’T PAY YOUR TAB!”

The beach was quiet, Wynter liked the sand and the sound of the ocean; being a siren water just connected with her. Now she didn’t NEED a large body of water to get into her siren form, but she did for this.

“Are you gonna do it or what?” Donnie complained.

Wynter rolled her eyes, before beginning to take her shoes and clothes off. “Tell me Donnie, why women?” She looked at him, speaking softly. “Mommy issues?”

“No, nothing like that,” he shook his head. “I’ve always been fascinated with women, they think so differently and their bodies are different from a man’s, they truly are heavenly creatures.”

“Creatures?” Erin looked up at him.

“Women are creatures of Aphrodite, I sculpt her creations in her image,” Donnie stared into space with a look that Wynter couldn’t quite decipher. “Get in the water,” he looked at her.

“Sit on that rock,” Wynter told Erin. She did as she was told. Donnie was freaking her out. She had honestly never been alone with any of the serial killers, cause they got like this.

Wynter stepped into the water going further and further out until she was in the deepest part of the ocean, she let herself sink into the water.

The two sinners looked out at the sea waiting for something to happen, Erin hoped she didn’t just ditch her here. That’s when the water started bubbling, a large body rose out of the water, it had to be at least 50 feet tall. It was Wynter, her scaly skin was white and her ruby red tail shimmered under the sun; she swam closer to the two. Both Erin and Donnie were amazed.

“Wow! You’re amazing!” Donnie smiled.

Wynter smiled showing off her now sharp teeth, “Would you like to see my teeth Donnie?” She said softly, her voice echoing.

“Hell Yeah!” The large siren picked him up by his jacket using her fingertips, bringing him up to her yellow eye.

“Hello handsome,” she smirked.

“Hey..” Donnie smiled nervously, he cleared his throat trying not to feel intimidated. “Can I see that smile again?”

Wynter grinned, “Sure,” she proceeded to open her mouth revealing rows and rows of sharp teeth.

“Whoa..” Donnie realized he might’ve made a mistake, how was he gonna take all these, “Ya know..I think one will suffice.”

“Pick your poison ,” Wynter said before beginning to lower Donnie into her mouth.

At first Donnie was excited, however he panicked as he was lowered past her teeth and was about to enter her throat, “Hey! Wait! Wait!” He screamed. However, Wynter kept going, “Alright! Alright! I get it! I’ll tell you!” He screamed almost to a loud pitch.

Wynter took him out of her mouth, “What was that?” She batted her eyes at him.

“I said I’d talk!” He said louder.

“Oh good,” She set him back on the ground. “Thought I’d have to go off my diet.”

In all honesty she wasn’t going to eat him, she could if she wanted to. But she did not.

“Mind being normal sized again?” Donnie fixed his jacket.

“I’m fine here,” Wynter replied.

Donnie rolled his eyes, then looked at Erin. “I don’t know why you’re using her name, your name is Arielle, I remember your hair was curled and Erin’s wasn’t, Erin is blonde, you have red hair, I know what I’m talking about!”

“But that can’t be right,” Erin said. “Why am I remembering everything differently?”

Donnie sighed, he was not getting out of here, “Sit down, I’ll tell you.”

The sirens listened as he told the short but sad story of Arielle Reyes.

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Donnie thought he was so fucking funny! Vox angrily read texts from “Bean” which was actually Donnie after he abducted her.

Bean 🫘: I think we should break up.

Bean 🫘: I don’t wanna see you anymore.

Vox: Strange since we weren’t dating to begin with.

Vox rolled his eyes, looking at his cameras at Bean who was laying in bed, not conscious. He stared at her wishing he could go see her, but he was not about to go to that shitty hotel and see Alastor with his stupid triangle ass, old man ass, slutty ass!-

“Vox!” Velvette burst into the control interrupting whatever he was thinking, something about Alastor.

He rolled his eyes not turning around, “What.”

“I need you to sign off on-”

“What do you think is a gift that a girl would want?” He interrupted whatever she was talking about.

“Money, anyway like I was saying you need to sign off on my runway-”

“Everybody wants money, maybe I could-”

“Stop interrupting me!” She yelled. The doll walked up to him, turning him to face her; “Focus, I need you to sign off on-”

“Sign off? On what?” He groaned.

“LET ME SPEAK!” She shook him. “I have a runway project and you have to sign off on the building! There are parentless children staying there and I need them out to have space for the show!” She spoke fast.

“Ugh! Fine!” The tv demon snatched the papers from her, signing on the dotted line. “It’s always about you guys! Or runways! Or orphans! What about me?!” He grumbled.

“Vox for fucks sake!” Velvette went in her fur jacket pulling out a new V-phone. “Give this to her, and stop being a little bitch!”

“Why do you have a brand new phone?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I was gonna give phones to the orphans, I guess they could sell them to buy a cupcake to share,” she shrugged.

“You’re giving phones away? For free?!” His voice became staticy. “I don’t think so, you charge those bastards.”

“Fine, whatever! Oh and Valentino wants Bean for his movie special, so if you can convince her when you give her the phone then do that,” She winked.

“Sure,” Vox rolled his eyes, he was not gonna do that..he might, it’d be good for ratings and sales..he’d think about it.

“Good boy,” Velvette smirks. “Ciao love!” She waves, leaving.

He mocked her silently before turning back to the cameras, Bean was still sleeping. The overlord looked back at the phone, “Hmm,” then he looked at the camera with Alastor in his shitty looking room, instantly becoming irritated.

He’d send it in the mail.

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“I told you we don’t lock doors in this house..” a voice was heard on the other side of Bean’s bedroom door.

Bean stood in the middle of her room, frozen in fear.

“Bea…open the door.” The door knob started jiggling.

Bean stayed silent. Who was that? That voice, it was so familiar..

There was banging on the door, making her jump, “OPEN THE DOOR!”

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. The banging became louder and louder, until the door burst open.

A bright light shone in her face. Bean’s heart started racing as the light got closer and closer

Until finally..

Bean shot up in bed covered in sweat. Right? It was sweat this time, right? She turned on the light, feeling relieved.

What time was it? She looked around for her phone, then remembered. “Fuck,” She put her hands in her head.

Bean felt awful. She was weak, hot and her stomach and head hurt. There was a knock at the door, she froze staring at it. The door opened revealing Cherri bomb, She was holding a tray with a bowl of soup and a cup of tea Bean assumed. “Hey babe, how ya feelin?” She closed the door.

“I’m fine,” Bean lied. Besides the headaches and nausea, she hadn’t been feeling herself. Like there was something eating away at her mind bit by bit.

Cherri sat on the bed looking concerned, “Don’t lie.”

“I’m am, seriously,” She answered, too tired to sound convincing.

“Angel told me about your mom,” The one eyed sinner set the soup and tea on the nightstand.

Bean rolled her eyes, honestly she wasn’t even mad but she thought he was joking about texting her, “Please don’t do anything, or say anything,” she was so embarrassed. She didn’t want anyone to know about the things she’d been through.

“Not even to Mother Teresa Voe?” Cherri crossed her arms. “They’re all buddy buddy sharing mommy stories,” she rolled her eye.

“Don’t say anything to anyone,” Bean pleaded. She was too exhausted to care who was friends with who.

“Fine, oh by the way this was sent for you,” Cherri took a small rectangular box out of her shirt.

Bean gasped, taking it, “You got me a present?”

“No,” Cherri rolled her eye.

“Barktholomew!” Bean looked at the dog on the floor.

“The tv bastard’s name is on the back.”

Bean turned it around seeing Vox’s name, “Hmm,” she couldn’t remember the last time they spoke, then she remembered. The night before she was abducted, the fight they had. Did he really think this would make up for what he did?

“What is it?” Cherri touched her hand.

“I don’t know and I honestly don’t care,” Bean tosses the gift to the side.

There was an awkward silence.

“Oh. Okay. Well do you want your-” Cherri is interrupted by the door being kicked open. The girls look, seeing Angel in the doorway wearing booty shorts and no top.

“What up bitch!- Cherri? What are you doin here?” He smirked.

Cherri blushed, “I’m giving Bean soup, what are you doin?”

“I was gonna dance for Latte like I dance for you when you’re sick,” He gestured to his body.

“Awe…a get better soon dance,” Bean was flattered. It made her feel nice that they’d make sure she was okay.

“What kinda soup is this?” Angel looked in the bowl looking disgusted. “Yeah no, chicken soup? No, come downstairs and eat real food, no one actually eats soup when they’re sick.”

“Literally everyone does,” Cherri said with a straight face.

“Shh! You comin Latte? Or do you want canned soup?”

Bean looked at the soup, then at Angel, then at Cherri, both sinners had pleading eyes, “Can I bring the soup?”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes.

“Suck it!” Cherri cheered.

It took a bit of her energy, but Bean made it downstairs with Angel and Cherri’s help. The downstairs area was full of sinners, Bean felt like she missed so much. She was only gone for a day but felt as though she was gone for months.

“Guess who decided to join the party,” Angel pushed Bean forward.

Charlie, who was entertaining guests, gasped rushing up to her, “Bean, oh my gosh!” She hugged the sinner tightly. “How are you?!”

“Well, you’re crushing me so there’s that,” Bean responded in pain.

“Sorry!” The princess let her go. “Come sit! We’re hanging out in the parlor,” she grabbed Bean’s arm leading her into the large living space.

Angel and Cherri followed the two, “Charlie..” Bean groaned. “I’m not in the mood for any activities..”

“Don’t worry, this is called ‘Take a Chill Pill’,”Charlie said, feeling proud of herself.

“It’s code for we’re doin whateva we want,” Angel, “whispered” to Bean.

“No no no! It’s a chance to interact with your friends!”

“Whateva you say princess,” Cherri chuckled, as the three sinners walked away.

So many sinners were conversing and laughing with each other, the hotel was really bringing everyone together, even sinners that probably didn’t deserve it. Across the room Bean spotted the person she wasn’t ready to see, Eugenia; she was talking with Voe and Alastor. Well Voe, Alastor looked as if he could care less. She was chatting it up with Voe, Bean didn’t realize they were friends. Did Voe know? Was she okay with it? Did she already apologize?

Cherri growled, snapping Bean out of her thoughts, “Is she serious? Voe the Beau is laughin it up with Bean’s mum.”

“Come on Cherri, I don’t think she knows,” Angel crossed his arms. He didn’t know what was happening with his friend, but when Cherri got passive aggressive she became aggressive.

Bean stared at the women talking, she wanted a reason to go over there, a reason-

“Well let’s let her know then,” Before anyone could stop her, Cherri marched over to Voe and Eugenia.

“Cherri! Oh shit.”

“I’ll get her,” Bean followed her. Was she for real? They literally JUST talked about it.

Before Bean knew it she was right in front of the three.

“My my look who decided to wake up,” Alastor smiled up at Bean. “How are you my dear?”

Bean shrugged, “I was asleep for a day so-”

“Three days,” Voe interrupted.

“Pardon?” Bean raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve practically been in a coma for three days.”

“Right, forgot to tell you that, probably the reason why you’re weak,” Cherri shrugged.

“Oh well, you can tell me about it over here,” Bean grabbed Cherri’s arm, but she snatched it away. She glares at the one eyed sinner.

“Did you guys need anything?” Eugenia asked.

“Oh I need somethin alright-” Cherri was stopped by Bean elbowing her in the chest.

Alastor raised an eyebrow staying silent, he wanted to watch whatever was happening unfold.

“I wanted to thank you Alastor,” Bean stood in front of her friend. “For making sure I didn’t die.” Even though dying would’ve been better than this.

“You’re very welcome my dear, I saw you outside and thought you were one of my packages,” he lied.

“Uh huh,” Voe looked at him. “Oh! Eugenia! Isn’t there something you wanna say to Bean?” She winked at her.

Bean internally groaned, what the actual hell did this woman have to say?

“I was gonna tell her later,” Eugenia nervously laughed.

What was this? Were they serious?

“Oh nonsense!” Alastor grinned. “She’s already here, you might as well tell her.”

Eugenia looked down blushing, this pissed Bean off. This person she called mother, she was weak and was always weak. She could never do anything, not even for her children.

“What?” Bean crossed her arms.

“I wanna hear this,” Cherri mumbled from behind.

“Shut it!” Bean was beginning to get mad at Cherri as well.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SA (🍇)!!🚨 (skip bold if uncomfortable)

Eugenia cleared her throat, “I’m sorry Beatrice.” Bean’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry about the things I put you through, I held you back from your dreams and that wasn’t okay.” Bean felt rage form throughout her body, it was so bad it made her head hurt. “I had no right to keep you from your dreams-”

“What dreams?” Bean interrupted. She felt tears sting her eyes. She was a coward. She was too worried about keeping her friends! And having everyone like her! Bean didn’t know much about how the process worked, but this was not redemption!

“Of dancing, you were so talented and I should’ve let you do what you wanted with your life,” Eugenia looked at Bean with pleading eyes, the same eyes she used in life, the ones that said “Do this for me.” Not this time. Not ever again.

Bean laughed, she was so angry and honestly wanted to jab a knife right into her neck, “You can’t say it, can you?” Her mother looked down at her hands not saying another word. Voe looked confused while Alastor looked smug as ever, “Tell her.”

“I don’t-”

“Stop. Lying.” Bean leaned down to her. “Tell her the truth!” She banged her fist on the table.

“Oh my,” Alastor said, “shocked.”

“Voe I-”

“Look at her,” She growled.

Eugenia turned to Voe who still looked confused, “When Bean and I were alive..I had a husband..”

“Donnie?” Voe asked.

“No no this was after him, he- he didn’t like me very much..he was more fond of..Bean- but at first he was like a father to her and I was all alone and couldn’t take care of her on my own and-”

“Get to it!” Cherri said. Bean glared at her. “I’ll stand in the corner.”

Eugenia kept looking at Voe whose face was now looking concerned. “When she got older..he- he became more fond of her, he wouldn’t even look at me anymore. He started to..to do things to Bean..”

Voe gulped, “Things?”

“Say it,” Bean told her. She was tired of sugar coating it, tired of the lies.

“He was raping her,” She looked down.

“And you knew about it,” Bean finished the statement.

“Wait? What?!” Voe was enraged.

“Now dear-” Alastor started but was cut off by Voe’s hand.

“You knew?! You knew your husband was abusing your daughter and you knew!” She yelled at Eugenia

“Just let me explain!” She pleaded.

“Explain?! And you!” The doe turned to her husband. “Did you know about this?!”

“More or less,” the radio demon shrugged.

“You let me be friends with a rapist apologist?!”

“I thought you could use a friend, and I only own her to make her life worse,” he explained.

“Ooo!!” Voe glared angrily at him.

Bean stood up slowly walking backwards, she didn’t feel good about this. She honestly didn’t know why she did it. Justice? Revenge? Bean was just tired of her mother living this lie, why should she have to suffer while Eugenia got to make this her personal safe haven. One thing Bean was certain of, her mother would not be safe. Not while she was here.

“Hey,” Cherri touched her shoulder. “You okay?”

Bean snatched away from her, “Don’t!” She yelled walking out of the room with Cherri right behind her.

“Voe I’m so sorry-”

“Why are you saying sorry to me?!” Voe stood up looking down at this woman who was supposed to be a mother. “You didn’t hurt me! You’re not my mother!”

“If you would just let me explain-”

“NO! Let me explain, and I want you to look at me when I tell you this,” The doe grabbed Eugenia’s face. “Do not come to my baby shower, do not come near or even breathe in my children’s fucking atmosphere when they arrive. Because if you do, I don’t care who tries to stop me, I will not hesitate to rip you into pieces. Okay? Okay,” she let go of her face, giving Eugenia a look of disgust before walking out of the room.

Alastor stood up, “That was quite the performance, I really like the part where you tried to explain your actions! Bravo!” He leaned down to Eugenia, his grin spreading across his face.

“Now it’s just you and I.”

“Bean! How many times do I have to say sorry?!” Cherri followed Bean into her room, almost getting hit by the door.

“I just want an explanation,” Bean turned to her. “Why?! Why would you go over there?!”

Cherri didn’t have an answer, “I just..I just wanted you to be happy, your mum gets to walk around making friends while you can’t even function most days! How is that fair?! I knew you would never do it yourself -”

“But I did! I did do it myself!” Bean cried.

Cherri stepped up to Bean, holding her face; “And I am so proud of you, and I'm so sorry that I almost took that away from you.”

Bean blushed staring at Cherri, she could feel her heart racing as they almost closed the space between them.

A knock at the door stopped them. “Bean? It’s Voe.” Cherri groaned. “I’m sorry about what happened, if you need someone to talk to..” a business card for a doctor was slipped under the door. “And I meant to give you this,” a ticket was slipped under the door next. “For the opening of ‘Annie’, I hope you can come.”

Bean walked over to the objects picking them up, she looked at the two. She had never gone to therapy, when she was alive it was not a good look if someone needed it. Next was the ticket, she couldn’t remember the last time she went to a musical.

Maybe she’d go.

“You wanna go to that play don’t you?” Cherri smirked.

“Maybe,” Bean smiled, then realized Cherri was opening her gift, “Is that my gift?!” She gasped.

“Sorry, I was curious,” she handed it to Bean.

It was a phone. The new V-phone. Seriously?! He couldn’t come to give her the phone in person?! He was such a coward!

“Hey,” Cherri came up behind her. “I wanna give you a haircut.”

“A what?” Bean was confused.

“A haircut,” she gave a devilish smile. “While I’m doin that I’m gonna teach you somethin called ‘Lead and Leave’.”

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Vox could not believe that Bean hadn’t texted him all week! He had to learn through a sinstagram post that she was going to Voe the bitchy Beau’s production of “Annie”. The overlord saw this as a two for one, he’d confront Bean and see what a disaster the production was! It was brilliant!

The tv demon walked into the theater, it was full of posters of old musicals and musicals he’s never heard of, rose gold columns and the carpet was a dark pink. He scoffed, “Geez was this enough pink for ya?”

“Excuse me sir?” Vox turned, seeing an imp dressed in black. “May I show you to your seat?” Vox handed her the ticket before following her. They walked to the middle of the orchestra stopping on the left side, “Here we are, you’re the second seat in, enjoy the show,” The imp have him a playbill, looking like an actual Broadway playbill.

In the aisle seat a woman with shoulder length brown hair and a black dress was sitting there, “Pardon me my dear, I believe-” the woman turned around, it was Bean. She looked like she aged a few years, she looked great. “Oh great. You.”

Bean rolled her eyes, “Mr. Vaughn.”

“Yeah yeah, move that’s my seat,” Vox crossed his arms. Bean moved her legs, leaving little space to get by; Vox stared at her with a straight face, “I need more space.”

“This is all the space I can give,” she smirked. The tv demon growled, then walked by stepping on her foot, “OW! Jerk”. Bean glared at him as he sat with a smug grin on his face.

Bean had her arm on both arm rest, did she really need both? She had an aisle seat. Vox moved her arm, “This is my arm rest,” he smiled.

“My arm was here first,” Bean moved his arm.

“Oh you admit you stole my armrest,” he pushed her arm with his.

“Maybe you should’ve gotten here earlier! Then you’d have it”.

The two began fighting and bickering for the armrest, pushing each other’s arms off of it. They stopped when suddenly a hand grabbed them, Alastor appeared behind them.

“I want you two to know that the show starts in 3 minutes, if you do not quit this childish behavior I will eat your souls for ruining my woman’s production,” His voice was full of static making the two shiver. “I’ll take your silence as an understanding, enjoy the show,” he grinned before disappearing.

Vox rolled his eyes, “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he mumbled.

The lights dimmed as the show started. Every few minutes throughout the show Vox would see if Bean was looking at him, she was not. She was just watching the show, it couldn’t have been that good; the girl playing Annie was pitchy! Once the lights came back up for intermission, she turned to him.

“Is something wrong?” She asked.

“I’m glad you finally said something Miss Beatrice, I was starting to think you were ignoring me!” Vox glared at her.

“Yeah I was! I wasn’t playing into your bullshit!”

“Bullshit? So me getting you a new phone was bullshit?! That phone could’ve gone to an orphan Bean! And you didn’t even say thank you,” He crossed his arms.

“Maybe I wanted to say thank you to your face,” she finally answered. “But instead you let whatever rivalry make you a coward to the point where you couldn’t even come see me!”

Vox glared at her, “Well if you would’ve texted me! I would’ve came-”

“I meant before the phone! I don’t care about the phone! Or any other gifts! I wanted to see YOU!” Her voice cracked. “I was in a lot of pain and I still am! And not just from being abducted or from the acid rain..”

The overlord stayed silent, sitting back in his seat, “How was I supposed to know that you wanted to see me?” He mumbled.

Bean turned his head to her, “Because you see everything, but you won’t ever see me,” she stood up, walking away.

“Oh shit,” Vox slid down in his seat.

What a fucking night.

“Rosie! Rosie! Over here!” Paparazzi were taking pictures of the overlord and the other actors and actresses.

Bean tried getting to the front of the crowd, she wasn’t leaving without an autograph from Rosie. She was her favorite part, she had played Miss Hannigan so well! It took her back to when she went to NYC for the very first time with her elementary school, it was all phenomenal. Finally squeezing her way to the front of the cheering crowd Bean looked for Rosie, she was beginning to get disappointed, thinking she probably missed her until..

“Excellent performance Rosie! No one else could’ve played Miss Hannigan better than you,” Bean heard Vox’s voice, she turned, seeing them a few feet away. She’s made her way over, forgetting about the tension with Vox, Bean was getting this autograph.

“Oh stop it!” Rosie chuckled. “I better be the highlight of Vox-2-Nite, since you found me so amazing!”

“Anything for the Star,” Vox smirked, handing her a bouquet of flowers.

Bean stood a few feet away, waiting for them to final, “Oh these are lovely!” Rosie turned her head seeing the blue sinner, “Hello sweetie, can I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Bean,” she walked up to her. “I saw you in the show and wanted an autograph-”

“You’re Bean?!” Rosie looked shocked.

“You two have met?” Vox asked.

“I’ve been hearing so much about you young lady! Pleasure to meet you!” She smiled, shaking Bean’s hand.

She was stunned, an overlord like Rosie knew her?! This was such an honor, “Pleasure to meet you too,” Bean smiled.

Vox looked at the two women, he didn’t know Rosie knew her, well Rosie somehow knew everyone.

“Such a beautiful young lady!” Rosie beamed at a blushing Bean. “Can’t believe you ditched a pretty girl like this Vox! I’m disappointed,” Rosie handed the flowers back to him before going back to Bean.

“I thought you were fantastic in the show! I couldn’t take my eyes off you when you came on stage!” Bean smiled forgetting Vox was there.

“Takes years of practice to be so fabulous! I could teach you a thing or two if you’d like,” she suggested.

This excited Bean, “Really?!”

“Of course! You’re welcome to stop by my emporium any time!”

The Tv demon cleared his throat, “Well I’ll leave you ladies to it-”

“Vox! You’re gonna let her go home by herself?” Rosie put her hands on her hips.

Vox’s eyes darted around, “Umm..”

“Who am I kidding! Of course you aren’t!” Rosie laughed, before stopping. “Now Vox, be the gentleman that I know is deep inside somewhere and take Bean home.”

Bean stayed silent blushing, she wasn’t gonna deny a free ride, but Vox surely wasn’t gonna agree-

“Okay,” He responded. Bean’s eyes widened.

“Good,” Rosie smiled before turning to Bean, and signing her playbill, “I’ll be seeing you soon missy.” She handed it back.

“Yes ma’am,” Bean held her playbill close to her chest.

“Take care you two, Ruby! I can’t believe you made it! Whose this fine gentleman?!” Rosie called to another sinner before walking away.

It was awkward for a second, then Bean turned to Vox. “Ladies first,” he opened the limo door letting her in.

“Why thank you, how chivalrous of you,” She pretended to talk all proper.

Vox chuckled, shaking his head.

He thought seeing Bean again would be a disaster..

Maybe this was fate.

This was a mistake.

The car ride from the theater was quiet. Vox didn’t know why Rosie suggested he take Bean home, apparently it was the “gentleman” thing to do. What did she know about being a gentleman? She was literally a woman, he kept glancing up from his phone at Bean, she was staring out the window. Her wished Vel and Val were up, he can’t believe the show ran so late; some show Voe the stupid Doe put on, back in his day Broadway shows were like 2 hours the show lasted at least 2 years-

“Did you like the show?” Bean interrupted Vox’s internal rant.

“Huh?” He asked.

“Did you enjoy the show Mr. Vaughn?” She repeated smiling at him, he couldn’t put his finger on it but she seemed different, like she had seen things and shit like that.

“I guess, the girl playing Annie was a bit pitchy, don’t know where Voe found these people,” He rolled his eyes, then looked back at Bean who had her arms crossed. “But the musical itself was good, I can’t remember the last time I went to a show, what did you think Miss Beatrice?”

“Best production of Annie I’ve ever seen,” She smiled.

“Oh yeah,” the overlord scoffed. “And how many productions of ‘Annie’ have you seen?”

“Well Annie came out in the late 70s which I recall is when I was born..I’ve been to see Annie on a school trip in the 3rd and 4th grade for ‘Awesome Attendance’, and if I also recall you died 1950 which is like 30 years before it existed-"

“Wrong, you’re wrong,” He smirked. “True I never watched the show but I listened to it,” Vox stared at her confused reaction. “Before ‘Annie’ was ‘Little Orphan Annie’ it played on the radio when I was in my early 20s, so I think I win,” he booped her nose.

Bean blew raspberries at him, “That just shows your age old man.”

Vox was offended, “Old? Shouldn’t you have grandchildren by now?”

“Shouldn’t you have GREAT grandkids by now?” She smirked. The sinners laughed.

“Wow..look at you, you seem like a new woman tonight,” he smirked.

Bean’s demeanor changed, she was now a blushing mess, and not looking at him; she had shown too much almost forgetting what he did to her.

“Bean come on,” Vox sighed, sounding annoyed.

“What?!” She snapped at him. “You can’t just do this! You can’t treat me like shit then expect me to just move on to Little Orphan Annie!”

“What the fuck do you mean?! We were on that topic! We just came from seeing fucking Annie!”

“Um..Mr. Vox?” The driver said nervously.

“What?!” His voice was distorted.

“We’re here.”

Bean looked out the window, “This isn’t my home, this is V-Tower- what the fuck Vox!” She punched his arm.

“Don’t fucking hit me!”Vox grabbed her wrist.

“What are you gonna MAKE me?” She glared at him.

His anger kind of faded at that remark, Vox understood why she was so distrustful of him. He let her go.

Bean sighed, she felt ridiculous. “I’m sorry I hit you, of course you didn’t do this on purpose!” She covered her face embarrassed. “I’m being stupid.”

“I’m sorry for using my powers on you, I was upset that you weren’t listening and everyone listens to me and I’m deeply sorry..” he looked down, he hoped the driver didn’t hear any of that, ah he’d take care of it later.

“Awe..” Bean touched his hand. “I don’t listen to anyone.”

Vox looked at her confused before she burst out laughing and her followed her. “You are somethin’ else Miss Beatrice,” he laughed.

“Oh Mr. Vaughn you flatter me,” she waved him off. “It’s getting late, I’m sure your driver can drop me off at my actual home.”

“I suppose that’d be alright,” Vox smiled. “Have a good night,” he went to kiss her hand but instead his brain made a wrong turn and pecked her on the lips. The tv demon pulled away as quickly as it happened.

They stared at each other before Bean snapped out of her trance, “Oh my gosh! What did you do?!” She was in shock, this was not part plan.

“Kissed you good night..I think,” Vox shrugged trying to brush off his shock.

“Oh no no no this wasn’t supposed to happen!” Bean shook her head.

“Excuse me? Happen?” Vox raised an eyebrow.

“Lead and Leave, that's what Cherri told me to do.”

“Yeah, I don’t know who that is” He rolled his eyes.

“She’s my friend,” She was appalled.

“Who I don’t know.”

Bean was confused and she didn’t know what to do, “I need some air,” she got out of the limo with Vox right behind her.

“Wait!” He grabbed her. “How about you I don’t know kiss me back? To make it even.”

“That’s a horrible idea!” She whined.

“Fine! Then how about you come upstairs and we can have tea or something or coffee, whatever you want,” he shrugged.

Bean looked up at the building, then at Vox, then at the limo; “My feet are killing me,” she smiled a little.

“That a girl,” he winked at her. She rolled her eyes as they walked into the tower.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SMUT!🚨 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

As Vox promised it was only coffee, coffee and them talking; which Bean was relieved about. She sat on the island in his kitchen laughing at his jokes and talking about basically nothing, however she suddenly wanted to disengage from the conversation and be in her thoughts. This would happen, where she’d stop engaging in the conversation and go off into her own world; it usually happened with a group so it was weird for it to happen to with her and one other person.

“So,” Vox broke the short silence. “What happened while you were-"

“I’d rather not talk about it,” she looked down.

“You’d rather not talk about anything huh,” he leaned on the island.

“Fine, let’s keep talking about Annie-"

“No, there is only so much you can say about that little red headed child,” he groaned. “How’s your coffee?”

“Fine,” she said, not looking at him.

“Fine?” He stood in front of her. “I put my blood, sweat and coffee maker into this coffee and it’s just ‘fine’?”

Vox was in Bean’s face at this point. Her whole body at this point was heating up, she didn’t know what to do or say so she decided to get even, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, then pulled away, “I decided to get-“ before she finished Vox pulled her back kissing her, Bean was surprised at first but came to realize that she needed him, at least for tonight. She kissed him back, it was silent the only thing that was heard was moaning as their kissing became passionate. Vox’s hands began to slowly roam Bean’s body, going from boobs to her thighs, his hand pushed up her dress; she could feel her skin on her cool countertop. Vox moved from her lips to her neck, slowly licking to her collarbone, Bean bit her lip moaning putting her legs around his waist, she could start to feel her crotch wet and her nipples hardened as he bit her neck.

He pulled her closer to him, she gasped when he picked her up, holding her by her butt. Within minutes Vox had Bean up against his bedroom wall slowly grinding into her, “I want you, I want you right now,” he moaned into her mouth.

Bean smirked, “I don’t know if I believe you,” she moaned feeling his boner against her clit. Vox’s dick hardened at this challenge, he pulled her dress strap down revealing her boob; she moans as he puts it into his mouth, “Vox..” he goes under her dress moving her wet panties to the side beginning to rub her swollen clitoris, “Fuck!” She gasps not able to contain herself any longer, he smirks licking her nipple.

“Come here,” Vox tossed the sinner on the bed before removing his bow tie and blazer and vest. Bean sat up biting her lip as he started undoing his shirt, then his phone rang. She felt instant disappointment, but it quickly faded as he declined it tossing his phone across the room, and taking his shirt off revealing his pecs, which Vox was very proud of, “Where were we?” He pulled Bean to him before kissing up her inner thighs, she giggled as he started biting her. The closer he got to her pussy the wetter she got.

Bean gripped the sheets feeling his warm tongue play with her clit, “Fuck..uh..fuck me..” She moaned squeezing and playing with her nipples, the amount of heat in the room was overwhelming, she pulled her dress over her head throwing it to side; leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

Vox looked her body, seeing her like this made him want to devour her, he wanted to see this body every time he woke up. Vox slid his thick tongue inside her wet cavity as his hand wandered up to her boob, Bean moaned loudly gripping onto his back practically clawing at it, he continued eating her out as she began to grind into his face. He took his free hand undoing his pants, he pulled out his thick blue dick and started masturbating.

“Fuck Vox! I need you!” She screamed in pleasure. “I need you!”

He smirked climbing on top of her, “Say it again,” he put his hand around her throat, putting his thumb on her lips.

“I need you,” She moaned.

“You need me?” He rubbed his dick on her clit and around her entrance.

“Fuck! Yes!” Bean pleaded before Vox lifted her leg, sliding himself inside her. She gasped feeling his member stretch her insides, he began slowly thrusting leaning down to kiss her as she moaned in his mouth, “Holy shit..Fuck..Vox..” She latched onto his back.

Vox moaned thrusting deeper, “You like that?” He began kissing and biting her neck.

“Yes..don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” she moaned.

“You’re so beautiful,” Vox began thrusting faster. “I don’t want anyone else to have you,” He moaned. “Not Val, not Vel, not Alastor! No one!” He thrusted harder.

Bean was barely listening to what he said she was in euphoria, “Yes! Fuck! Right there! Fuck Vox!” She was so close to the end when Vox flipped them over so she was on top, it was so unexpected; she had never been on top, not even when working but she couldn’t stop now. She moved her hips, grinding on his dick.

“Fuck baby, that’s it,” Vox moaned watching her ride him.

For a second it was scary, but seeing someone beneath her for a change was..exciting.

Vox noticed the smirk on Bean’s face as she went faster starting to claw at his chest, it was a different side of her.. and it was hot. He started grabbing her breasts watching her completely destroy him, “Fuck, give it to daddy!”

“Yeah daddy? You like that? Huh?!” She rode him harder pushing him to the edge.

“Fuck Bea!” He sat up thrusting into her .

“Vox!” She moaned, as Vox continued to thrust and she continued to grind. “Fuck! I’m coming! I’m so close!”

“Come for me! Come for me right now!” He growled as he came inside her. Bean gasped having an orgasm all over his cock.

They stared at each other panting, before bursting out into laughter.

What a fucking night.

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“Donnie are you full?” Ruby smiled, cutting into a large cake. “Do you have room for dessert- oh!” She was startled by Donnie standing behind her, she gave a sigh of relief, “You frightened me,” Ruby noticed his eyes were looking towards the door to her condo. “What is it?” He gestured for her to follow him before leaving.

The two walked downstairs to the back of the club quietly, there was a knock at the door that startled them. The overlord pushed Donnie towards the door to open it, he rolled his eyes before cautiously opening the door.

There stood Annalise.

“Mama!” She smiled, holding her arms out for Ruby.

“Mwen ti chéri!” Ruby smiled, pushing Donnie out of the way.

Translation: My baby!

She picked the little girl up, hugging her, “How did you get here?!”

Ruby noticed a note in the cannibal girl’s dress pocket.

So glad you could make it to the show! I can see a friendship with you in the near future! Here’s something to show my appreciation, if you wanna show yours let’s have coffee tomorrow to discuss it.

-Rosie

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