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kiss-me-muchoo · 3 months ago

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𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 || 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐲𝐮𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

part one: here || part two: heaven-sent

summary_ your brother’s best friend had always been an asshole, but when you returned to Korea you thought his approaches were real, only to discover he fell in love with a girl passing as a boy and that played with you.

warnings_ AGE GAP (in my mind reader is 21), slight sexism, both he and she pronouns for Eun-chan, reader is described to have different appearance than Korean women but nothing specific other than clothes, y2k references and lots of music mentions. NO PROOFREADING

notes_ listen to “twin” from JENNIE to cry with me, using the salesman tag so this doesn’t flop

♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 gong yoo

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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Returning sucks. Well, not entirely, you had great memories in Korea after spending most of your childhood and teenage years there. But flying back home and having the most satisfactory glow up and then returning to Korea wasn’t appealing enough to make you cheer.

Your fingers fidget around your tangled cable earphones, your other hand holding your phone and a cigar between your index and middle finger.

At the distance your mother is talking with two women; you don’t want to hear them.

Your older brother had better reasons to be back, he went on a Euro trip to the UK with his Peruvian lover and then reunited with his best friend in New York.

The woman was a gold digger.

And in spite of jealousy, you also announced to be moving back to the United States when that happened. All because your brother’s best friend publicly rejected you.

You don’t want to hear his mother and grandmother talking to your mom.

You couldn’t care less about your brother’s best friend; Han-Kyul. It was a teenage crush and he was an asshole. Always being a womanizer and probably bisexual. Which made him more dangerous.

You turn up the volume of the music; Policy of Truth from Depeche Mode.

Now you're standing there tongue-tied

You better learn your lesson well

Hide what you have to hide

And tell what you have to tell…

Fucking song…

Now what the hell, of course, you were lying. You were nervous about the day you would have to face him again. Deep down you wished he could actually see you now. But you were realistic enough to accept he was older and very different from you.

Han Kyul was a fucking asshole good for nothing and you simply would not knowledge his existence till there was no way of denying it.

Yeah, that it’ll be…

…

Maybe you’re a little overdressed, but you loved feeling dressed up. Your thrifted-inspired flapper heels echo across the street and when you finally arrive at an elegant restaurant you know you are actually not overdressed.

It was the middle of the week when your mother and her best friend urged you to accompany them to a nice lunch with their husbands, your brother, and Han Kyul.

Hell no, sounded loudly in your head that morning.

But there you were.

Just as Han Kyul was there, he expected another date, sent by his grandmother.

“No more kisses” said Eun-Chan, wiping her lips, well… his lips.

“Weren’t good enough?”

“Choi Han-kyul?” he was expecting an irritant woman upon hearing his full name.

But it was you.

“Fuck… y/n?…”

Well yeah, fuck, he was still gorgeous.

But as soon as you saw his cheeky grin, you knew he was still the same asshole.

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

He hadn’t thought about you in years. And meeting you again hit him hard.

“She isn’t a date?” Asked Eun-chan but Han-kyul quickly shushed him. He knew your Korean had never been good, in school you were always struggling and he constantly heard your brother saying how kids made fun of you for being a foreigner.

But Han-kyul also knew you weren’t easily offended. And he thought you were long over his rejection.

“Your mother and my mother planned this lunch and they aren’t here?” You ask, pulling out your phone.

He doesn’t answer, he keeps looking at you.

Your hair, your face, your black satin mini dress, and an oversized grey raincoat.

Purple eyeshadow and berry lips, crimson nails a ridiculous purse with too many keychains hanging, and a flip phone with rhinestones.

Yes, definitely you but also not you.

“And who’s your friend over here?” You ask again, taking him out of his trance. “Hello, I’m y/n. And pardon my poor Korean”

Eun-chan is surprised you are being so friendly and offering your hand for her to shake instead of leaning as a greeting or respect.

“Hi…” the boy replied shyly. You thought he was a boy, but since his features were fine and smaller, he looked a little girly. He was cute.

“And he was leaving…” Han Kyul rushes to push his friend and you frown.

“Now don’t be mean, Han Kyul” Both men are subtly looking at you. Eun Chan is hypnotized by your clothes, if she thought Joo Yoo was perfect, you were far beyond that.

Han Kyul on the other hand is looking at your face. Soon his eyes wander across your body and he feels awkward.

John, your brother, his best friend. It wasn’t okay.

But why he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you?

“Give us a minute” Han Kyul says and harshly grabs Eun Chan by the forearm, pushing him away.

That was weird… maybe they’re lovers.

You try to not think much about it. You will listen to the man and leave after forwards.

“Let’s have lunch…” Han Kyul says after returning and you chuckle.

Payback is here, you think.

“I was having lunch with our families together” you say, opening your purse and taking out a cigar. “I don’t want to have lunch with you”

Han Kyul chuckles, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Ah, you’re still mad at me” he ignores the gulp he let out after seeing you lighting the cigar. “Now you smoke?”

Smoking was bad but you looked very hot while doing it.

“Excuse me, miss. You can’t smoke inside…” an employer says to you.

“I know. I’m already leaving…” you politely answer in Korean.

“Goodbye!” Han Kyul yells, but you don’t even turn to look at him, you simply walk out and go back to your day.

He sighs, irritated by your bratty attitude, but he is thrilled.

“That was fast” Eun Chan says, appearing by his side. Han Kyul rolls his eyes at the boy. “She’s your friend?”

“My best friend’s sister” he coldly answers.

In your nice heels, you smile as you let out the smoke blow out.

Your heart doesn’t beat the same way it did when you were eighteen. Your palms remain dry and steady. You can look at Han Kyul in the eye and the need to cut the visual contact never comes.

He would always be your childhood crush, but you were free.

Or so you thought…

…

The smell of coffee fills your nostrils as soon as you walk on the block where Coffee Prince is.

Han Kyul’s grandmother urged you to visit the cafe and rank the menu since you couldn’t make it to the opening.

You decide to appear early, hoping to avoid crowds. Which was successfully accomplished.

Han-kyul was at the registry, looking too busy at something on the screen but you didn’t care.

“Hello, you…” you say, leaning on the counter.

He quickly looks away from the screen. He smiles and wants to hide how bad he wants to chuckle after seeing you.

He had never been excited to see you before.

Eun-chan comes out from the kitchen and you wave hello at him.

“Eun-chan, hi!” She shyly greets back and steps beside the boss to take your order.

“Sorry for not coming to the opening” Han-kyul shrugs. “I already had an outfit and everything but I had rehearsal”

“It’s okay” he says and you realize you shouldn’t be giving too much explanation. He didn’t care at all…

“Shouldn’t you be working? Or getting a PhD?” Han Kyul asks and you roll your eyes.

“I work at home, my paycheck comes straight from Sacramento each week and I can do side jobs here while venturing into the dancing scene” Both guys stare at you. They watch your lips move but they are scanning your makeup, clothes and all.

A T-shirt from Mexico’s football team was resting around your body as a tube top, baggy and old Adidas sweatpants and a pair of worn Puma Speedcat pink shoes.

And that ridiculous rhinestone purse Han Kyul hated and loved at the same time.

Nothing matched but it looked appealing.

“Han-Kyul? Eun-Chan?” You ask after noticing they even stopped blinking.

“Here’s your iced coffee” Eun Chan says breaking the ice and nudging at his boss. “What do you dance?” Asks the short boy and you ignore the way Han-Kyul suddenly grew curious.

“Ballet, Polynesian, samba and I’m trying to see if I can make hip hop an official class with my friends” The boy looked excited and you took that advantage. “You should come, there’s a lot of boys…”

“You with the samba attire…” Han-kyul startled chuckling and you rolled your eyes.

“Samba attire is the dream of any man” you say and he stops chuckling. Han-kyul actually didn’t know what samba was.

“Blue seems to fit you…” a waiter of the cafe says out of nowhere. He was cute and looked cold but loyal.

“Actually my attire is lazuli blue” he offers you a little smirk and you learn his name is Seon-gi.

Eun-chan sees how his boss visibly gets annoyed and wonders if he’s jealous. Han-kyul had never mentioned you before.

You stay chatting a little with Eun-chan, Seon-gi and even with the old Hong.

Han-kyul suddenly feels jealous. You seem to engage very well with everyone but him.

“Everyone to work!” He yells and you have to stop your visit.

You eye him and to your surprise, he is already looking at you.

“Asshole…” you mumble, tossing some cash on the counter and leaving.

Han-kyul smiles, happy to annoy you a little.

…

Lazuli blue…

Eun-chan and Han-kyul were staring at John’s phone screen. He decided to show them a picture of you with your samba attire.

“She’s very pretty” said Eun-chan.

“Too many feathers” replied Han-kyul, pretending to not be shocked.

She quickly learned you were somewhat close to Han-kyul. She didn’t know how to feel about you being rejected by the same man she loved. Everyone said you were no longer interested but by the way Han-kyul acted so interested in anything related to you, Eun-chan started to believe it was him falling for you now.

“Do you like her?” Han-kyul starts cackling.

“What? Y/n? No!” Neither of them is convinced that the answer is honest.

Eun-chan finds you on the terrace of the coffee shop. John and Han-kyul were throwing a little gathering just because you came because it was your free day.

You invite the shy boy to sit with you and both start eating a pair of waffles from Seon-gi.

“Is this job enough?” You ask after the boy revealed he struggled to support his family.

“I guess so” he says nodding.

“And how does Han-kyul treat you?”

“He’s good. Although he yelled at me unfairly a little before the opening. I cried a little but we’re good now…” you frown.

“He yelled at you?” The boy nods.

“He’s a fucking asshole” you take a big bite of the waffle before speaking up again. “He humiliated me too. Three years ago I confessed my feelings for him, privately. And the fucker literally screamed what I had said again, for everyone to hear”

“Why he did that?” Eun-chan asks, feeling a little better because your anecdote seemed worse than what happened to her.

“I don’t know. But if he ever yells at you again, please don’t cry. Tell him to go fuck himself and leave” Eun-chan chuckles at your words and for a moment, she feels like a girl.

She feels like you could be a good friend for her, apparently younger and wiser than her. You are a little like her sister.

“The boys want you down” Both you and Eun-chan jump startled after seeing Han-kyul appearing.

You don’t give a fuck if he listened to what you said.

You nod at the boy and watch him leave. Only to face Han-kyul sitting in the same spot where Eun-chan was.

“You are a distraction for my employees” You raise your eyebrows, feigning surprise.

“Ban me then…” he chuckles.

“My grandmother would kill me” You knew the old lady liked you. Ever since you were a little girl, she was the one to urge you to dance.

“I made dinner for her and your mother the other night” he nods, smiling.

“They say you cook better than me”

“I can believe that” Your words make him nudge you softly and you nudge him back.

What the hell was happening? You never talked with him like this before.

“I really like what you’re doing with this place” Han-kyul was surprised.

“It’s not like I had a choice” you nod.

It was his family’s ultimatum.

“You’re still hella young, Han-kyul” you say before finishing your waffle. “Whatever you want to do next, you’ll figure it out”

Han-kyul swears that’s the moment something changes. Nobody had given him hope that he was capable of achieving something. But you said it so calmly, with honesty.

“You think so?…” he asks, wanting more validation. You turn to look back at him and nod.

“You’re an idiot” you start chuckling, genuinely feeling safe with him. “Look at the place you just opened a month ago”

Han-kyul and you smile at each other.

You ignore the way your heart starts beating. He still caused something to you.

…

Every day was getting more and more concussing for Han Kyul.

First, he knew he wasn’t over Yoo Joo, then, he started feeling weird about Eun Chan and now, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Whenever he talked with John, he debated whether to ask for you or not.

John was an architect genius, the perfect partner who gave Coffee Prince the aesthetic of the place.

Han Kyul couldn’t just suddenly start asking about you.

He already knew everything about your return. You finished a technical career in data analytics in your hometown of California and started a dancing career at the same time.

Han Kyul found himself visiting his family more often since the house across the streets was occupied by you and your family like it was a couple of years ago.

He even checked out your MySpace page.

Ten years ago, Han Kyul and John started planning a trip to New York while you were only 11 years old. About to graduate elementary school and telling both boys of 19 years old that you wanted a shirt with the ‘I love New York’ in it.

Han Kyul chuckled at the memory.

The curiosity about what person you were now was haunting him. He realized he knew so much about you, but rarely had thought about you.

The day he saw you, he wanted to rip off your cigar and crush it on the floor. He wanted to force you to sit down at the restaurant and do 100 questions in ten minutes. But he barely saw you for five minutes and thought you looked hot smoking.

Suddenly he had forgotten you were his best friend’s sister.

Han Kyul was with John looking for the perfect crystals for the coffee shop windows. There wasn’t much he could do about glass made of sand. He left everything to John; the architect and designer.

The Blackberry that belonged to John was so close to Han Kyul. And he couldn’t process it when he grabbed the phone and dialed your number.

“Hello?” You answered quick and softly.

Han Kyul froze. “John, you fucker. Answer me!”

“John told me to call you” You frowned after hearing your brother’s best friend's voice. “He didn’t tell me what for”

“Okay?” Sounds like you are in the middle of the jungle, with so much noise at the same time.

“Where are you? Sounds like the zoo…” you chuckle.

“I came with Eun-chan to pick up her sister Eun-sae from school, we’re going to the mall”

“Now you’re friends?” You roll your eyes.

“I liked him since you rudely brushed him aside the day of the restaurant” Han-kyul smiles at the memory of seeing you again for the first time.

“Yeah, you weren’t very happy to see me”

“I guess it’s safe to say we’re friends now, asshole” neither of you know both are smiling like idiots.

“Are you coming to the cafe?” You have crossed your arms and leaned on a tree.

“Why? You want to see me?”

You only learned when you were flirting.

“Yes, idiot. You said you were teaching me to write better English” Han-kyul almost missed the red light when he heard your tone. You had to be flirting.

“You’ll be the next Lord Byron for Yoo-joo” he rolled his eyes.

“That’s long in the past”

Because it was. At that moment, Han-kyul realized he didn’t feel anything for that woman anymore.

“Hmm, too bad. I’m excited for her new gallery though”

“Let’s go together”

What? What? What? WHAT?

“You tolerate me that much?” You ask, trying to stay calm.

“You’re brainless” Han-kyul says chuckling.

“And you’re an asshole” You see Eun-chan coming with her sister and you look back at the floor. “I have to go, see you later for our grammar class and to plan our outfits”

He can’t stop smiling when he hangs up.

And then he remembered he was driving John’s car. That he was your brother and had to pick him up

…

“You have been quiet for too long. Now what the hell?” John asks, briefly eying him before returning his eyes to the street.

The pair of best friends were out to have dinner together.

“What would you do if I hung out with y/n?” Han Kyul asks, sighing in anxiety.

“Well, nothing. She’s proven me to be sane enough to not go mad” John chuckled. “But since when do you want to hang out with y/n?”

Han Kyul looked away, admitting to himself how nervous he was.

“Since the day my grandmother arranged for us to meet for lunch” Han Kyul admits and John starts cackling. “Ah it was the first time you saw her again”

“Now you think my sister is hot?” Han Kyul gently slaps his friend, his lips forming a line and showing that he wasn’t joking.

John finally relaxed, never leaving his eyes on the road as he was driving.

“I feel wrong about this already, John!”

“I’m not judging. Although I should…” John says. “But, it’s so sudden. It’s not like you two were close enough or like you know her”

“Oh fuck you. I know she likes cooking but hates cleaning the kitchen. Her favorite song is ‘You don’t own me’ from that vintage lady I can’t remember her name. She’s scared of any surgery that requires anesthesia. Has high pain tolerance but cries like a baby for minorities. She always asked for that musical box from ‘Anastasia’ and has a wounded tendon in her inner thigh for dancing” John rolls his eyes and grabs Han-kyul by the shoulders. “Okay okay, I’m pretty sure you know her”

“I know she’s your sister…” both nod in agreement. “Then tell her, Han Kyul”

“I will. Just not yet… it’s too early”

“Oh yeah. And we never talk about it. But I’m pretty sure she’s bitter about you because of what happened…” Han Kyul rolled his eyes, hoping to not have flashbacks. “But if you hurt her, Han Kyul… I won’t give a damn about us being sworn brothers”

A summer night, your family was hosting a gathering, it was 2004. Soon Han-kyul left with John and Yoo Joo, they were eating on the rooftop with more friends when Han-kyul stood up to grab more rice and you were also there.

He remembered you said ‘I like you’ and he chuckled, then he repeated your words out loud and everyone heard. He also added that you were a child and that he had bigger things in mind.

Your cheeks turned red, your hands visibly shaking and you simply apologized before leaving.

A couple of weeks later, days before Han-kyul was leaving, he made a stop at your house to help John pack. And he planned to apologize for being mean to you.

But you were gone.

John said you wanted to return to California and start university there.

Han-kyul forgot about you as soon as he passed by your room.

And now he couldn’t get you out of his mind.

…

Eun-chan was his friend. His brother…

Han-kyul liked hanging out with him, to annoy him and then they had to kiss.

It meant nothing, he was worried for his grandmother and you were too busy to meet him at the hospital.

You…

Han-kyul felt like an idiot for making a list of comparisons between you and Eun-chan.

But you were winning. Just because you were even more careless than Eun-chan and because your body made him go insane.

He had to organize his priorities.

But it was so damn difficult when even his grandmother loved you and Eun-chan.

Then Han-kyul remembers John and he knows it has to be you.

The day of Yoo-joo’s gallery was a success, Han-kyul genuinely enjoyed being on a date. After visiting the gallery, he took you to have dinner and then both of you went to the beach. The way he talked and you listened made him feel safe.

The sensation of having a connection with someone was something Han-kyul hadn’t experienced so directly in his life. He loved John as his best friend, but there was something else when it came to you.

“Are you really making a move on my sister?” Han-kyul is pulled out of his trance when John enters his living room.

“What?”

“Are you going to tell my sister you like her?” John asks, making Han-kyul wonder.

Yes, he wanted to take you on another date. Despite you saying it wasn’t a date. He had spent a lot of time with you the last few days. You stayed past open hours at Coffee Prince teaching him grammar. And when you told him you also loved LEGOs, he grew even more infatuated. Both of you made a house and custom keychains. It was so silly and Han-kyul knew he was genuinely falling in love. Because he tased and annoyed you just like he did with Eun-chan.

“Yes, I’m still trying to figure out when to ask her”

“Well, you are going with me to this party to keep an eye on her” Han-kyul frowned.

“Why?”

“It’s a big club in the main streets of Seoul” John throws the towel he was using to dry up his hair and throws it at Han-kyul in the face. “If she sees us, it’s a coincidence. But I don’t want her in trouble. I trust her, but I heard there will be drugs and weed…”

Han-kyul nods. He wasn’t much of a party person, he couldn’t drink alcohol and he wasn’t good at dancing. But he knew it was also fun to be surrounded by neon lights and get away from reality.

They knew you wouldn’t buy drugs but people doing drugs around could be dangerous.

So when they arrived at the club, they confirmed the smell of pot started filling the street.

“You’re not drinking, right?” John asks and Han-kyul shakes his head while rolling his eyes. “Good, I’ll get some pot”

Han-kyul awkwardly stands there not knowing what to do. He wonders if you have already arrived.

He started looking around.

There was no sight of you at the bar, nor the nearby tables. He then started looking through the crowd of people dancing along Temperature from Sean Paul. The lights flicked from purple to pink and there was silver confetti falling from the ceiling.

It was literally a fever dream.

When John was nowhere to be seen, Han-kyul grew impatient and started looking for you.

He went upstairs and downstairs again only to be lost. Until, like a matter of faith, he heard a group cackling on the dance floor and when he turned around, he finally spotted you.

You were so lost in the moment. With some drinks on you already hitting and the excellent music playing, you were in heaven. When Tambourine from Eve started playing, you really gave it all to the dancefloor.

Your girlfriends urged you to keep dancing and you weren’t turning them down.

Your brother’s best friend hated dancing. But he found himself liking it just by watching you doing it. He leaned forward into the railing and kept looking at you dancing, staring like an idiot. Buttons, Move Ya Body, Pon de Replay, and Rich Girl played before Han-kyul reunited with John again.

“I got my pot” John said, with his shirt open and disheveled, his hair looking sweaty and smiling.

“I think it’s time to leave…”

“What? No!” Han-kyul realized at that moment that he ended up babysitting a pair of adult siblings. And he wasn’t particularly mad about it.

“I’m going to get y/n and we’re leaving” John seemed to remember you and nodded.

When Han-kyul returned to the same spot you had been dancing with your friends, you were still dancing, but looking more tipsy.

You were not paying attention until you felt a hand grabbing yours. You turned and surprised, your half-drunk persona ended up hugging your brother’s best friend.

“Han-kyul!” He blushed, his cheeks turned red but the lights in the club disguised it very well. Your small hands embracing him made him feel comfortable. And he even thought your hug felt better than the one he gave Eun-chan.

“You’re drunk…” you shake your head, ignoring the way your friends look at the scene.

“I’m not!” Just when you were about to go back dancing, Han-kyul pulled your hand once again.

“John and I came here to buy weed. We’re leaving, let’s go…”

Of course, you didn’t have to know that in reality your brother just wanted to keep an eye on you. Plus, that Han-kyul simply wanted to see you and protect you.

“I’ll leave if you two give some pot” you tried to negotiate.

Perhaps it was because you were ovulating, but he looked so damn hot. With the intense heat waves and humid air, his hair looked gorgeous and his horrible outfits seemed fine for the first time.

If you were a little more insane, you’d ask him to fuck you.

But you didn’t, you were tipsy but not drunk. And after spending a lot of time with your friends, you would’ve neglected some time with your crush.

Because as much as you hated to admit it, Han-kyul returned to be your crush.

The ride back home was bumpy. And it was turning into a huge problem for Han-kyul. John passed out in a second and you were very tipsy, on the verge of drunk.

“All my people on the floor, let me see you dance, let me see ya!” You kept singing that song from Britney Spears that played on the radio. Han-kyul was trying to keep his eyes on the road but he could see you dancing and leaning into the open window.

He gave up when he noticed you were taking off your sequined top.

“What are you doing?” Han-kyul nearly screamed, then looked back at John wondering if he woke up.

“These sequins are going to give me a rash with the sweat” you explained, the man driving only rolled his eyes.

“Oh, you think we’re going to crash?” your tipsy laugh was killing him. The naughty tone and the way you kept dancing and not caring that he was seeing you were enough to tell Han-kyul you were almost drunk.

And that you were insane.

“All my people round and round, let me see you dance, let me see ya” you teased a bit more, kneeling in the passenger seat and swaying your hips to the music.

“Seat still and put on your damn seatbelt” Han-kyul groaned tiredly, but secretly nervous.

He had been a flirtatious freak. He kissed a lot of women in his twenties but he had no actual sexual experiences.

And getting hard because of the sexy sister of his best friend was not on the agenda.

“If your parents see you like this, they’re killing the three of us,” he says but you chuckle.

“They are in Japan for the weekend, silly”

“Still, my parents and grandmother live across the street. If they see us…” your hand lands on his thigh. He gulps nervously but tries to ignore it.

“Stop overthinking, Han-kyul” you say, almost whispering.

To everyone’s luck, the lights were off all across the street, indicating everyone was sleeping.

Han-kyul left the windows down and John inside the car. Your brother was tall as fuck and he couldn’t carry him inside. It wasn’t the same case with you.

You were carried by Han-kyul upstairs. He knew the way to your room from memory. Every time he visited to play with John, he had to pass by your room. The aquamarine walls that once decorated your bedroom were now painted in cream color, your pink lava lamp was the only thing that kept him from tripping with you in his arms.

He opened the window but it wasn’t enough to soothe the heat. The man stares at your features, smiling at how adorable and pretty you are.

He kissed your cheek, accepting the odd feeling he felt around you was a crush. Yoo-joo had told him once, that when he fell in love, he fell hard.

In your sleep, you were sweating. Han-kyul fanned his hands to give you some air but it did nothing. He feels himself growing tired and inevitably, he ends up falling asleep at the feet of your bed.

…

You wake up made a mess of a headache. But when you look at your Hello Kitty clock, you start cursing.

And then you see Han-kyul sleeping in your bed.

“Shit, motherfucking fuck shit” he hears you because he starts chuckling.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He starts stretching and urges you to keep calm. “And where the fuck is John?”

“Sleeping in the car” you frown at his words. “You were drunk and I just placed you here last night. I tried to turn on a fan but you don’t have one, So I grew sleepy and ended up sleeping here, you’re welcome, y/n”

“Oh? I have to thank you?” He starts chuckling again at your angry voice.

How cute, he thinks.

“Yeah, perhaps you should…”

“Fuck you” you go back to stressing about the time. You had rehearsals at 11:00am and it was 10:28 in the morning.

“Why are you so mad at me? At times you are an adorable thing and then you’re a cursing machine” he says, watching you brushing your hair with urgency.

“I could ask you the same. You’re so bipolar towards me” you argue back, rolling your eyes.

“That’s not true. You are the crazy one!” You can’t handle the way he argues Andy acts so damn stubbornly.

“Han-kyul, shut up! I act so weirdly with you because I still resent you for rejecting me. But you?…” he grows quiet.

You hear him stand up and walk towards you, but you ignore him, hurrying to finish dressing up.

“About that…”

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t be so immature about it. We’re friends despite it…” you interrupt him and he sighs.

“No, y/n. There’s something I’ve been-“

“Han-kyul, I’m in a hurry and you are being an asshole so let me-“

He spins you around and kisses you.

Softly and passionately, your lips reciprocate him.

Your arms tangle around his neck and his hands carefully caress your cheeks as he keeps kissing you.

You were in love…

You smile playfully at him and he does it as well.

“This isn’t over!” Han-kyul yells after you leave the room, you hear him and your smile is even bigger than before.

Since you were on your way to see your friends at the dance rehearsals, you hurried to call another friend to tell him what just happened.

“Eun-chan!” He sounds sleepy but answers anyway.

“You won’t believe what just happened!” He asks what time is it and you quickly answer before speaking again.

“Han-kyul kissed me! We kissed!” People around you look disapproving at your loud mouth but you don’t care.

“He… what?”

“Yes! We kissed!

You start telling him all the details of the previous night at the club and he just urges you to continue.

But he was too quiet and even thoughtful. Maybe he was stressed or maybe you were being too paranoid.

But there’s a big smile across your face as you arrive at the academy and start warming up.

…

That Friday was filled with too many oddities. The energy felt completely heavy after a bright morning with the kiss from Han-kyul. Your head couldn’t stop replaying the kiss and how good it felt. At that point you had also ignored how quick he had become a true friend.

Your dance classes were fine. Your job was fine. On your way back, you decided to pay a visit to Coffee Prince and his handsome owner. But also because you missed your friends.

With your impatience, you left the academy with your ballet attire. If pointe shoes weren’t so expensive, you would’ve run as soon as the rehearsals were over with them.

When you arrive at the cafe, everything is quiet, there are no customers. Everyone is gathered with serious faces.

You frown and upon your arrival, everyone seems to get even more nervous.

“Why is everyone looking so defeated?” You ask chuckling.

Han-kyul and Eun-chan are missing, but silly you think they are upstairs on the terrace. “God, I need a cube of ice”

Your feet drag you to the kitchen, you wanted a block of ice so bad. The day was suffocating, but evenings were even worse. There was no breeze, making the air feel heavy.

You also need cold water for your bleeding knees and a popsicle for your dry lips.

Your heart was already beating fast because of the dancing and walking.

And it nearly stopped when you looked up at the freezer.

“THERE IS NO ICE, Y/N” you hear Seon Gi saying in the distance, inaudible for you because of the scene passing upon your eyes.

Seon-gi was trying to prevent you from going to the kitchen.

Eun Chan pressed against the freezer, locked by Han Kyul. She was wearing female clothing, and both were kissing.

Your brain wouldn’t fry because of the heat, it would melt because of the sudden outburst of pain, shame, and jealousy flooding you.

At the sound of your shoes, the couple looked at the door, and after seeing you in shock, both stepped away from each other, looking shocked and embarrassed as well.

You can feel your eyes tearing up. And you would kill yourself if you let Han Kyul see you cry.

Not again.

“IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!” You hear Eun Chan yelling with a broken voice when you decide to look away and leave.

The boys are looking at you with pity as you walk past them.

“Y/n… wait” The boys try to stop you, but you don’t look at them. The need to run grows as you pass by Han Kyul’s car, many steps sounding close.

“Y/N, WAIT!” Your childhood crush yells, running towards you.

And it’s not enough embarrassment for you.

You stumble, your bag falls to the ground, and your wallet and pointe shoes land a couple of inches away.

Your knees start burning and you just know you are wounded. Mentally and physically…

You wanted to dig a hole and never come out again.

Your hands hurry to toss the wallet inside the bag.

Han Kyul is about to kneel to help you, but he grabs your arm like he always does whenever he demands attention.

“Your knees are bleeding…”

But this time you weren’t in love to let him play along.

You realize he must have used you to please his family’s desire for him to marry. And if he had an affair with Eun-chan, you were the perfect person to disguise reality.

The rage you feel is so burning that when you feel his hand touching your leg, you snap.

“Don’t touch me!”

Han Kyul thinks you broke his nose after punching him with your pointe shoe.

The gasps of the boys and faint cries from Eun Chan can be heard.

Han Kyul stares at your knees and feels even worse. There’s mud and your pink thighs are ripped, the blood is fresh and dripping.

“This is the last time you do this to me” you firmly say, pointing at the man you loved for more time than you could ever comprehend.

Han Kyul sighs, holding his bleeding nose and watching you running away.

He is about to hop into his car and follow you but the old man he mostly rolled his eyes at stops him.

“Go home and think straight” For once, Han-kyul obeys at the man.

He eyes Eun-chan, who’s also crying, and sighs once again.

As he leaves, he grows even angrier.

He was your friend, like your twin attached to the hip out of the sudden.

Even before being adults, he knew he could trust you. You trusted him when you were a toddler and asked for his arms when he was just a kid.

You proved to be proud of him. It was because of you that he felt less like shit about the issue with his father.

He also loved Eun-chan and that was ruining him. All the time he thought it was a boy, he seriously questioned if he was gay or bisexual.

He started feeling sick when he realized he was in love with two people. And even worse because no matter what, he knew it would be more hurtful for you if you found out.

The time he spent with you was priceless. The friendship he even formed with you was full of everything he lacked through his twenties.

But you and him really meant to get together in the first place?

Two, like twins, twin…

All he knew was that it wasn’t the same.

With you, it went far and beyond love.

___________

@ilovethe141 @jeewhat

#gong yoo x reader #gong yoo #choi han kyul #choi han kyul x reader #coffee prince #the salesman x reader #salesman x reader #recruiter x reader

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cuteandhughesy · 8 months ago

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hiii!!! i love your writing, like the angst and the fluff is amazing. i actually had a request for arturs silovs (canucks) or jeremy swayman (bruins obv, for now at least) where they go on reader's popular hockey podcast, which kinda goes viral in the hockey community with many ppl shipping the two, and they kind of get pushed into doing more media stuff together as it brings views for the teams and stuff? im sorry thats all i got, feel free to add or change this if you do choose to write it. thanks

The Alchemy ╰┈➤ JS1

summary: having your own sports podcasts was one of the most enjoyable and rewarding jobs you could ever have. when a particular episode with bruins goaltender blows up - you are jermey are pushed together to film more videos. it doesn't help that everybody is shipping you two together - making your growing crush on him become harder to mask.

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warnings: SFW! friends to lovers | mention of covid -19 | fishing | suggestive dialogue | kissing

a/n: thank you for the request! your idea was so cute that I just had to write! I chose sway obviously so I hope yall love <3 happy halloween 🎃

🎵 the alchemy by taylor swift, juno by sabrina carpenter, packing it up by gracie abrams, kiss you by one direction, + daydreamin by ariana grande

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when you were a little girl you'd often find yourself huddled on the cozy material of the living room couch, watching your dads tv shows until way past your bedtime. you'd always stay quiet, eyes focused only on the tv, too scared that if you'd move you'd be put into bed.

that's when you first fell in love with hockey. having no choice but to watch the tv and seeing professional athletes zip around the stark ice at high speeds, shooting dangerously, and throwing hits - you were immediately drawn into the crazy world of hockey.

but when you're a girl and you express your love for any kind of professional sport, you become immediately labeled; gold digger, clout chaser, a bunny. whether it is football, baseball, basketball, or hockey, nobody believes girls when they say they're into the sport simply because they like the sport.

that's what made you want to start pursuing a hockey related career. you wanted to show everybody that girls, just as well as men, could watch and enjoy a sport without any ulterior motives.

in 2020, with covid-19 at its peak, you started to create hockey related content and post it on tiktok. it was simple videos with just you and your mini microphone - discussing game play, trending and popular news, and nhl players.

it blew up, and after a year of tiktok content, you were approached by barstool sports with the opportunity of a lifetime.

starting a professional sports podcast was intimidating, especially under such a well known company like barstool. you'd be competing with pardon my take, bussin' with the boys, and most famously, spittin' chiclets.

you started with high hopes and a nervous belly, recording a solo episode in your small podcast room. thankfully because of your large following on tiktok, your podcast was a successful one, and you continued to grow into your space and talk all things hockey.

what set you apart from other sports podcasts was your style of content. you were good at remembering these athletes for who they were: human. of course, you'd analyze and discuss their game, but at the end of the day, these men aren't machines and you were always reminding your audience of so.

fans of the podcast described you as 'an amazing sports analysts who perfectly represents how it feels to be a woman in sports. y/n is respectful but honest. funny but kind. clever but not a know it all. pucks in deeper with y/n is the best sports cast for everyone."

it wasn't long before your podcast, titled pucks in deeper, was gaining traction outside of your tiktok fans, and you started getting occasional sponsorships and guests on the show. starting smaller with paul bisosnette and ryan whitney (who graciously had you featured in an episode of their podcast), then landing your first active nhl athlete, only 9 months after starting at barstool.

ryan reaves was the perfect guest for your podcast and perfectly matched your vibe and the vibe of content you wanted to put out into the world. the episode with reaves birthed your first viral clip, and from there you had other professional hockey players wanting to come on your podcast and chat.

at 25 years old, and almost 5 years deep into your podcast, you were thriving. often getting compared to a mixture of bobbi althoff, alex cooper and brittany broski - your content was very personalized to your interviewee, and you specialized in humour and lighthearted conversation that the players were very intrigued by.

obviously, you got hate comments, mostly from people who had nothing better to do. you'd get called a puck bunny, and were told that ‘you knew nothing’, and ‘should quit while you're ahead.’ but that didn't phase you, and you thrived off the negatively. it pushed you to prove them wrong, and continue to have a viral and successful podcast despite the criticism.

——

email from: barstool sports inc

to: y/n y/l/n @pucksindeeperpodcast

y/n,

as usual, your podcast remains a positive and successful experience for our company. we continue to be absolutely blown away by the outpouring support and love for pucks in deeper, and are excited for you to continue at the pace you are still gaining.

due to the incredible virality of your podcast episode with jeremy swayman, we have reached out to both you and swayman with a proposal. the fans and viewers have loved your shared dynamic, and we are wanting to feed off that outpouring obsession by having you and jeremy film some content for our barstool channels.

that includes an expenses paid trip from new jersey out to boston, where you'll be staying for a few days for filming - as well as transportation and hotels in boston.

we are certain this will benefit you and the continuing growth of your podcast.

jeremy swayman's team has already agreed to the terms of the proposal and he is willing to spend time and participate in planned content recordings.

let us know what you're thinking and if you'd be so kind to consider this opportunity.

thank you,

barstool sports inc.

you re-read the email again, knawing on your thumb nail gently. a few weeks ago, the boston bruins goaltender, jeremy swayman, had graciously made an appearance on pucks in deeper. instantly, jeremy became one of your favourite guests. his calm exterior and humor had bounced off your style of interviewing perfectly, and you found yourself feeling very much intrigued by the goalie.

even though the interview was over a zoom, the entire podcast went smoothly. jeremy was kind and a willing participant in all the quizzes, games and questions you'd thrown his way.

there was a clipped video from the podcast your team had uploaded to your channel's tiktok page that had gone viral, and the traction on the swayman episode after that was mind blowing.

PODCAST CLIP

"okay," you start, a gentle and anticipating grin on your face. "this is near the end of our episode - sad, I understand," jeremy laughs at your humor, his eyes squinting. you continue, "and like usual i've hand selected a question from a fan and i've found the perfect one for you."

jeremy's brows raise, "should I feel scared right now?"

you dismiss his question, a gentle grin still softening your expression. "a little birdy told me that you're a big rom-com guy."

"is this little birdy in question named brandon carlo?" jeremy questions knowingly. you'd had the bruins defence man on the podcast the week before, and he'd immediately spilled the embarrassing and memorable tea on his teammates.

"answer the question."

jeremy laughs once, and through the slightly grainy zoom video, you watch him run a hand through his hair. he nods quickly, still smiling with amusement. "i'd say yeah - fuck it, im a self proclaimed rom com enthusiast."

"well I have the most fun question that i've kind of turned into a mini game," you clear your throat, and your eyes briefly flicker down towards your desk top, scanning over your podcast notes. "the question is from @swaymansbae - damn it they stole the username I wanted." you slip in the joke quickly, just a subtle end to your sentence.

it works, and jeremy laughs again. "oh god - you should fight them for it."

you nod, "i'm going to - anyways. @swaymansbae asks what are you favourite rom coms."

jeremy hums appreciatively, already thinking of movies he'd share his love to the hockey world with.

"but I've added my own little twist. okay, so you've all seen how blind ranking things has become just like, this crazy phenomenon online. and i feel left out...so, jeremy i've got a list of 5 of my favourite romantic comedies, and you'll have to blindly rank them - 1 being the best, and 5 being the worst. ready?"

"oh fuck," jeremy huffs a laugh, and you watch him adjust into a more relaxed posture on the camera. he rubs his jawline, eyes bouncing around the computer screen. "i'm feeling nervous now - they're your favourites?"

"yeah," you nod, pushing your blue light glasses higher up the bridge of your nose - your makeup always has them slipping down. "so there is definitely a right and wrong answer."

jeremy curses again, a quiet chuckle coming alongside the swear.

you begin, "10 things I hate about you." you look away from your notebook and back at your computer screen, eyeing jeremy with faux caution.

he hisses through his teeth, teetering his head in quick thought. "i'm going to have to go 5."

"what?!!"

he laughs again, "I don't know…i'm not big on the whole enemies first storyline."

"enemies to lovers, jeremey, get it right."

another chuckle is heard before he starts to defend his rank. "I don't know it's something about that storyline I find so unbelievable. I think if you truly loved one another, you wouldn’t treat each other like that."

you sigh loudly, "okay, I guess that makes sense."

"is that your favourite?" jeremy questions, a teasing glimmer in his eyes.

"no comment." you clear your throat, reading your next movie from your notes. "next: to all the boys i've loved before."

"i've never seen that one - 4."

"jeremy...oh my god."

he raises his hands in surrender, teeth sparkling where they are just becoming visible under his growing smirk. "it's too new!"

"it came out in like 2018 -"

"- okay and i'm more into the classics. that's not one i've seen, but maybe i'll have to check it out."

"no, yeah you absolutely need to watch it." you tell him, eyeing him over the rim of your tortoise shell lenses.

"it's not enemies to lovers is it?" he gets the name of the trope correct this time around, and it has your lips quirking up pleasantly.

you shrug a shoulder, "no, not really."

his brows furrow, "not really?"

"moving on - how to loose a guy in 10 days."

he claps his hands, rubbing them together. "okay now I can get down with this - amazing movie."

"amazing." you echo, nodding. "and like hello matthew mcConaughey is this movie is like perfect, as well as kate hudson."

"way better than him in the wedding planner." the bruins goalie agrees, leaning forward in his kitchen chair as he gets more engaged with the conversation.

your eyes widen in suprise, "100%. and you wanna know why?"

"he's a cheater in that movie."

you make a noise - a combination of joy and shock escaping your throat. "no exactly! you get me."

"I get you." jeremey nods his head in a jerk like motion, acknowledging you like a flirty teenage boy. "i'm going to have to put that at...damn - gotta go 2."

ever so slightly, your cheeks tinge pink. regardless of your online persona of lighthearted, flirty, and funny, you're easily flustered. it sometimes made your job a bit difficult - but you're also good at your job, so repressing that initial haze from his compliment is quick and easy.

"not 1?"

he kisses his teeth, "something could always be better."

"very optimistic of you - the proposal."

his gentle laughter comes to a soft end, and he eyes you through the camera. "y/n…that's that stupid enemies shit again."

"okay, yeah but this one is different."

"how?" jeremy chuckles.

you splutter for a moment, thinking of some sort of answer. "he's all like scared of her and it's just, I don't know, well executed! and it's not like she's horrible to only him, it's just her personality."

jeremy scrunches his noise, clearly not vibing with the proposal even with your explanation. "what do I have left open?"

you glance at your notes, where you've taken the time to make sure you'd been tracking the places of each of jermey's ranking on the movies. "1 and 3."

he curses. "it's gotta be 3 - I can't put it at 1."

"oh my god, better hope you like this next movie. god forbid if the characters are mean." you tease him, eyeing him playfully through the screen. jeremy's lip tugs up, a grin forming. you continue, "and your number one....the last movie is...she's the man with the lovely amanda bynes and channing tatum."

"okay I'm actually really happy with that. I'm obsessed with that movie." he beams, "that is the kind of rom com that you just can't argue its greatness. not only is it funny and unique, but it's a sports movie - c'mon."

you echo him, "c'mon, what's not to like?!"

"sports romance for the win."

"very fitting," you chime warmly. "are you saying if a girl wants your attention she should disguise herself as brad marchand and zip around the ice."

he barks out a laugh, nodding reluctantly. "something like that."

comments

user1: wait this is everything

user2: OBSSESED

user3: sway + his love for rom coms = my new obsession

user 4: no because they way he's looking at her !

user 5: justice for 10 things I hate about you

user 6: why do I ship them together

user3: no because I was going to say that

user 7: they vibe so well together I need this is be like a weekly thing honestly

user 8: he's got rizz

user 9: MORE pls i love you both

user 10: okay but you two would be the most stunning, perfect couple. the humor matches, the banter, the way they look at each other

user4: just watched this again and omg the way sway says he hates enemies to lovers bc he doesn't believe you could treat somebody you love that badly - CERTIFIED LOVER BOY

the fans were always amazing, but as they loved on the episode, the comments about you and jeremey being cute together and shipping you were coming in at a lightning pace. it had you feeling weary of filming more content with him - despite knowing it would be a professional working environment.

the comments made me you feel like you were falling into the stereotyped female hockey fan category - labeled as a puck bunny or clout chaser. and although you found yourself always growing stronger from those false accusations, it doesn't make you the happiest to see those types of comments.

you sigh gently, pressing the respond tab on the barstool email. through your doubts, you know that barstool is right, and filming more content with jeremy while your podcast episode was still gaining traction was smart. and it's not like jeremy was a bad guest - quite the opposite. so you'll learn to work around the fans who want the two of you to date, and the allegations that you're already in jeremy's pants.

spending time with him would be good, you think. without any idea of what you'd have to participate in, you say yes - looking forward to meeting jeremy and continuing to get to know a potential returning podcast guest - getting shipped together be damned.

no harm, no foul.

boston, here you come.

— youtube: JEREMY SWAYMAN TEACHES Y/N Y/L/N HOW TO FISH

"okay and here we have - camera man, come closer." you gesture for daniel, the younger camera guy to come closer. once he's in your space, you direct his attention towards the portable flat table filled with fishing rods along other fishing things. you continue, "and this right here will be my rod. the fisherman's dream 2000."

beside you, jeremy laughs. he's fiddling with his own fishing pole, attaching the fake shrimp lure on his hook. he's laughing because there's no fishing rod on the table called the fisherman's dream 2000, and you are simply just fooling around.

regardless, your face is very serious, and you continue. "I mean, even though this is my first time fishing, jeremy told me - he actually said this - he said: I can tell you're going to be the best fisherman already so you deserve the nimbus of fishing rods. to which I responded, 'jeremy I'm a fisherwoman not a fisherman.'"

"yeah, you're right I totally said that." gently with his hip, jeremy shuffles you slightly off to the side, making more space. you don't mind, and allow him to move you around with his gentle push. immediately, he reaches for the fishing rod you'd been talking about, picking it up off the table to start attaching bait.

before he hooks the mini lure on, he looks at you. he's already grinning, and one of his brows is raised questioningly. "you sure you don't want to hook it on? you're supposed to be learning."

you cross your arms over your dark green plastic overalls, and the fabric puffs around you awkwardly. "I can watch and learn."

he eyes you slowly, gaze dragging down your body, assessing your fishing attire of rubber boots, overalls and a long sleeve - and back up to your face. jeremy is dressed the same, keeping him dry from the drizzly, cooler june day. "you definitely like to watch, huh?"

your mouth drops slightly, and in an instant you're getting into his space, taking the bait from jermey's calloused fingers. "okay, fine." he's laughing at you gently, watching as you try and attempt to attach the rubber fish to the sharp hook. you curse, merely missing pricking your finger. "this is rigged - there's no way it's supposed to be hard."

gently, jeremy takes over once again, hooking your lure correctly so it's secure on the end of fishing rod. you look back up towards the camera again, "okay and as you can see we've attached the fake bass fishy to the rode - hopefully to catch some big fish." you fist bump in and early celebratory gesture.

chuckling, jeremy shakes his head in amusement. it wasn't a bass lure, and they're aren't even bass on the lake you're at. regardless, he lets you take control and entertain- what you're best at.

"if I was a fish, i'd fall for that fake food - zoom in on that masterpiece, my god!" daniel the camera man does what you ask, expertly changing the framing on the camera to capture the neon oranges and pinks of the lure.

shrugging, you dig into the tackle box, pulling out some more fishing necessities. things like rolls of fishing line, pliers, scissors and anything in between. you pull out a small pocket knife, holding it wearily as you eye the camera - a frightened expression on your face. "what's this for? are we gutting them?"

jeremey laughs once, shooting you a look as he fiddles with the rod. you had no idea what he was actually doing with the fishing rod, because you've never held a pole in your lifetime. "we're not gutting them." he tugs one of the levers, and the clear fishing line tightens before your eyes.

"then what's the knife for?" you question, swinging it back and forth between two pinched fingers.

he shrugs, testing the retention of his fishing line. "don't worry about it." your eyes widen comically, and the swinging knife comes to a dramatic stop. it has jeremy laughing again, his shoulders shaking as he does. "okay, are you ready to head over to the lake?"

the lake in question was only 10 feet away - the water looking awfully calm through the misty weather.

you turn your body to face jeremy fully, an amused frown tugging at your lips. your brows raise playfully, "am I ready?" you echo, sarcasm lacing your tone. you pull the straps of your rubberized overalls, letting them smack back against your shirt. "i'm ready to catch some fish."

with that, you grab the orange rod from jeremy, bringing it against your chest. jeremy cringes slightly, watching the way your fingers merely miss the hook on the end of your line. on instinct, he reaches out to you, moving your hand gently so that you're out of harms way. "do you remember what I told you?"

you think back to the beginning of filming, after you'd mentioned to everyone that you had absolutely zero clue how to fish. jeremy had nicely said there was nothing to it, and as long as you remembered a few rules, you'd be fine. you sigh in thought, eyes looking into jermey's - his gaze encouraging. "stay calm and speak gently - to not scare the fish."

you're praised immediately, jeremy smiling warmly as he gathers the fishing necessitates to bring down to the water. on the way down, you almost wipe out, practically shrieking as your foot slips down the wet, grassy hill. it would've had you feeling embarrassed, but thankfully jeremy's reflex's were superior (those nhl goalies are on a different level), and he grabs the crook of your elbow to stabilize you.

he smiles slightly, eyeing you playfully when he asks if you're okay. you blush slightly, brushing off your slip with some teasing remark.

when you had arrived at the filming location this morning, you weren't expecting to end up at a fishing park - you weren't expecting fishing period. you'd been left feeling clueless about what you and jeremy would be filming for barstool, and you definitely weren't prepared for water related activities. thankfully, the crew had provided both you and jeremy with proper waterproof attire - your tights and long sleeve align top wouldn't cut it.

right before getting changed, jeremey had shown up and....he was much better looking in person. you hate yourself for even thinking that, and you almost feel guilty for daring to even have those thoughts about an nhl athlete. anytime you think an athlete is cute, you have that guilty feeling - you hate that it plays into that bunny stereotype, even though you'd never get on your podcast and solely discuss an athletes look.

regardless, you're not blind. jeremy swayman was taller than he looks, and broader than expected. he also smelt really good, and his smile had you feeling flustered. it had your online persona feeling more real, and your borderline flirty comments had you getting hot and bothered - especially when jeremy flirts and teases back.

off camera, you and jeremy (mostly jeremy) set up the fishing equipment on the dock; poles, extra bait, and even adorable little camping chairs - you really felt like you were getting the premium fisherman experience. he runs over simple fishing techniques and hacks, showing you how to keep ahold of the rod, how to reel your line and casting. the camera catches all your poor attempts, as well as jeremy covering his snicker behind his hand - his amusement at your poor cast very evident.

5 minutes into fishing

you jerk the rod slightly, trying the movements jeremy had showed you just two minutes prior - trying to snag any fish nibbling around your bait.

you sigh gently, pursing your glossy lips outwards. eyeing jermey, you ask, "so like what kind of fish are we exactly trying to catch?"

jeremy hums, "some perch would be nice. or possibly cod, or halibut..." he trails off, eyeing your confused face, and the look you're giving him has a subtle smirk tugging at his upper lip. he breathes a laugh, "you have no idea what I just said, do you?"

you bark an unattractive laugh, and that has jermey's smile deepening. "not a clue."

"that's okay," he assures you immediately, and his leg moves towards you like he was planning to knock your thighs together reassuringly. but your bodies don't touch, and it has you feeling a little disappointed. "everyone has their own interests. besides sports, what else do you like?" he looks towards you quickly, but looks back at the water when he feels his line tug slightly - nothing has bitten unfortunately.

you swing your fishing pole back and forth tiredly, enjoying the way the water ripples from your line moving on the surface. "oh god - honestly i'm into a lot of stuff; movies, books, fashion, food. you name it and i'm into it." you pause, eyeing him playfully. "you must not watch my podcast - I tend to talk about myself a lot."

jeremy looks back at you quickly, but once he sees that you're clearly being playful, his once tight shoulders relax, and he smiles gently. "maybe I get distracted when I watch your podcast and don't catch everything you say."

he was insinuating that he's distracted by your face - his teasing gaze and laughing smirk has you clueing into jermey's underlying undertones.

you clear your throat. you can feel heat rise to your makeup covered cheeks, and you advert your gaze back to the lake - trying to distract yourself from the whirling fluster caused by jermey's flirting. "well guess you'll just have to hear me talk about it all over again."

11 minutes into fishing

"what's your opinion on one direction, jeremy?"

he pauses from reeling his fishing line in momentarily, and a very small, breathy laugh falls from his tinted lips. jeremy looks at you, scratching his stubble in thought. "love them." he admits.

you smile automatically at jeremy's willingness to answer you absurd, random questions - just like he's been doing since you first meet through a zoom meeting for your podcast. your brows raise questionably though, not truly believing that a 25 year old man would vibe to a british teen boy group.

"okay," you hum questionably, "but who's your favourite?"

jeremy doesn't back down, keeping eye contact with you - reeling in his fishing line long forgotten. "who do you think it is?"

now you're invested. you squint at him, deep in thought. you look jermey once over, "probably zayn. yeah, you give big zayn vibes."

he smiles, brows pulled tightly. jeremy jerks his head at you, expression full of curiosity. "who's your favourite?"

"louis." you tell him.

jeremy laughs triumphantly, "i knew you'd be a louis girl."

you click your tongue, and adjust your seating position. without thinking, you let go of the fishing rod so you can push yourself upwards in the chair. before the most likely expensive rod takes a tumble into the misty water, jermey catches it, jolting across your thighs so he can grab it before it plunges.

you don't notice the chaotic series of events, and you smile, still thinking of the one direction conversation. "what can I say," you hum, " I like them a little wild."

jeremy eyes the camera - a mixture of amusement and fear on his face.

19 minutes into fishing

jeremy watches you intently, observing the way you change your bait. there'd been nothing caught yet, and honestly you were playing up the impatient act pretty well.

so, jermey suggested to change the bait on your hook. that way you'd not only be able to have a new opportunity to attract fish, but also learn how to change your lure.

he sighs gently, "okay, you're still not hooking it right." he leans closer to you, the arm rest digging into his muscled side.

"oh, shut up." you grumble, making sure your playful flare is very prevalent in your tone.

jeremy takes the pink bait from your fumbling fingers, properly demonstrating the correct way to attach it to the sharp hook. "you shut up." he echos you, nudging your side with his elbow - his hands not once leaving your fishing rod.

"make me." the underlying suggestiveness that can be taken from your remark doesn't dawn on you at first - but as soon as jeremy pauses, and gives the camera a knowing glance, brow quirked playfully, you realize your mistake.

you blush, and without really knowing what else to do, once jeremy fixes your lure and pulls away, you throw the extra fake fish at him, hitting his bicep.

25 minutes into fishing

"holy shit," you beam, eyeing jeremy beside you. when his posture suddenly changed, as well as his body position- muttering a curse under his breath, you knew something was happening. you watch him reel the line expertly, "do you have a fish right now?"

"yup," jeremy's tongue darts out, tucking against the corner of his mouth as he concentrates on reeling in his catch. it's not much labour for him to bring in the fish, effortlessly lifting it out of the water. it's a pretty big fish, you think, considering you've never seen a living fish this close.

he holds it expertly, detaching the hook lodged in the fishes throat. ones it's free, he switches hands so he's pinching the lip between two fingers, holding it out.

"oh my god, you're like really good at this." you compliment, tilting your head to get a better look at the side of the fish, eyeing its reflective, slippery scales.

"you like that, huh?" he spins the fish in between his fingers, allowing you to get a proper look at all angles. jeremy grins, eyes watching your wondrous face. "want to hold it?"

you frown unpleasantly, eyes darting between jermey's reassuring face and the scaly fish gripped in between his fingers. "I don't know?" it comes out like a question, your weariness about holding the fish clear.

"you got it," he assures you, "come here." he holds his free arm out, silently gesturing you to come towards him.

almost reluctantly, you take the few steps left between you, and stand beside him. the camera catches it all; jeremy practically gentle parenting you as he shows you how to properly hold the fish, the uncertain expression pulling at your face, and the shriek you let out when the fish starts to squirm around - its tail flapping up against your wrist.

"oh it's slimy," you state the obvious, holding it as far away from your body as human possible. it squirms again, and you can feel your fingers slipping away from their grip. you look at a smiling jeremy, who's clearly having fun watching you struggle. "jer, yup."

you gesture the fish at him, eyes darting between the aquatic animal and jeremy.

"he's fine." he smiles through gentle laughter.

"no, no, take the fish."

32 minutes into fishing

you reel in one last time, watching the fish come up from the waters surface, dangling off your hook. it's squirming around, water spraying all over.

jeremy comes up beside you, helping you bring your fishing pole upwards to properly display and hold the fish. "yes, y/n," he smiles praisingly. his arms come around you from behind, adjusting your positioning.

you're too distracted by the fish frolicking around at the end of your clear line to feel flustered by jeremy's closeness - paying no mind to the gentle way he helps you. "oh my god," you beam, "I just caught a fish."

"yeah you did!" jeremy nods encouragingly, slipping his body around to your side. he looks between the fish and your bright eyes, and he squeezes your bicep warmly - oh, he's still got an arm around you. "you gotta try and take it off the hook."

"no. jer, i'm scared!" you tell him immediately, "I can't do that."

"you can," he assures you, "just try once, and if you really feel uncomfortable after that, ill do it, okay?" his warm eyes stare into yours softly, providing a comforting vibe towards your clear uncertainty.

that combined with his sweet smile and the heat of his body, which, yes, his arm was still wrapped assuringly around your body, has you sighing shakily and you nod. "okay, i'll do it. i'll try just for you."

— tiktok video:

when you'd finished up filming, one of the producers who'd been off working in some white, pop-up tent while you'd be with jeremy, informed you that before leaving, they need you and jeremy to make a tiktok.

but surprisingly, they gave you and jeremy a lot of creative freedom with the direction of the video. meaning, you'd get to choose the audio and your positions and presentation of the tiktok.

"twin" the audio starts through the phone, and you mouth the beginning of the song. the camera catches you stepping out of one of the trucks, mimicking you as if you'd just got to the filming sight. you've still got your fishing gear on - rubber overalls and boots included.

the next shot is on jeremy, who you both decided would be at the picnic bench, looking like he was waiting for you. as the audio starts, he whips around towards the camera, lip syncing to the next line of the audio. "where have you been?" he points off camera at you, and his overalls squeak at the friction of movement.

you laugh at him behind the camera, stifling your laugh into a clenched fist. jermey finishes that part of the audio with a large wink in your direction, and you shake your head with amusement- a giant blush covering your cheeks.

"nobody knows me like you do." you're at the picnic table for the next part, and you previously decided to pretend one of the fishing rods was a microphone, singing into it sarcastically.

the audio continues, and jeremy comes into screen behind you, taking the fishing pole turned microphone to sing the next line. "nobody can't love me quite like you can."

the last remaining seconds of the audio, you wanted to capture you and jeremy from a distance. as an ode to your famous podcast episode clip, you and jeremy previously decided on recreating the dirty dancing lift for the video. right before beginning to film the last part, jeremy checks in on you to make sure that you're still feeling okay with being lifted, which sends your heart running rampant in your chest.

the camera is set to slow-mo, but in real life it feels like you're running a million miles an hour. the way jeremy easily lifts you into the air and over his head - his hands splay over the entirety of your hip bones, holding you steady.

you're glad for the ridiculous overalls in this moment, because you think if you'd be able to feel the warmth from his hands too close to your skin, you'd die.

10 minutes later, when you and jeremy are watching the video back, you get all those fluttering, nervous butterflies once again. he laughs against you, body just grazing your backside as he watches the tiktok over your shoulder.

as the lift plays out on the phone, he leans in closer, his chin gently brushing against your shoulder. out of the corner of your eye, you look at him. jeremy is smiling, eyes bright as he watches the end of the tiktok. his woodsy scent is intoxicating, and you can count every freckle sprinkled across his nose with him being so close.

suddenly, he looks at you. his smile doesn't falter, and if anything it changes into a more smirky, excited one. "that's a good one, don't you think?" briefly, you watch his eyes flicker away, landing farther down your flushed face before meeting your gaze again.

you nod once, blinking gently. "yes....really good."

— 9 months later: NHL ALL-STAR GAME

there's not a day that's gone by since the videos of you and jermey had been posted to the barstool media accounts, that you haven't been tagged, sent or mentioned in a clip of the two of you. fans loved you and jeremy, and still continued to blow up not only the fishing video and tiktok, but your podcast as well.

there's also not a day that's gone by since leaving jeremy in his rubberized overalls that you haven't thought of him. in the few conversations you've had face to face with him, you've been left feeling rather smitten and flustered with jeremy swayman. it doesn't help that before you left boston 9 months ago, jeremy had asked for your contact - all smooth and smirky. it obviously had you swooning and giving him your number.

so in all these months, you and jermey had been in contact. it started simple, with sweet check ins every couple days, you congratulating him on wins, and teasing him for his game day suits - but that soon turned into more flirtatious, and playful conversations. on a few occasions, you'd even sent him tiktok edits of himself, accompanied by a sequence of heart eye emojis from you.

jeremy would like and shamelessly comment on all your photos on instagram, and vice versa. which obviously has the shipping edits and comments spiralling to an unfathomable level. at first, you were worried that jeremy would feel uncomfortable with the fans wanting you two together, showing their support through comments and videos - but no, jeremy loved it all.

him having enjoyment in the relationship shipping between you both has you feeling even more into him - your feelings for jeremy growing stronger and stronger. that combined with fun text threads, edits and occasional facetimes from jeremy, has you crushing hard on the bruins goal tender.

two months ago, you had the nhl social administration and event team reached out to your team and ask if you'd been interested in interviewing nhl players on the red carpet for the nhl all star game. it was such a surreal moment and immediately you took the offer.

for the entire two months since accepting the opportunity to be an interviewer for the nhl social team, you'd been looking forward to the february, toronto bound event. the nhl administration has taken care of the expenses, as well as wardrobe and makeup for you - which is wild.

now here you are, standing on the red carpet while interviewing amazingly good nhl superstars. thankfully, you've meet and interviewed a lot of these guys on pucks in deeper, which leaves no room for awkwardness. the players know you and your style of interviewing, and that visibly has them lightning up from their previous over professional exteriors.

you're mid conversation with tom wilson, listening intently as he answers one of your more serious interview questions, when you feel your heart speed up.

it's weird - at first as you're not sure why exactly you've become nervous. you swallow, adjusting the mini-microphone by your painted lips - your gold bracelets clinking against each other. as subtly as you can manage, you let your eyes wander down the carpet, and it doesn't take you long to see and understand the sudden change in your hearts pace.

kids near the entrance of the arena are all calling for jeremy, their hands tightly holding out bruins memorabilia for him to sign.

the light catches the silver chain on jeremy's neck, complimenting his shining smile to make his grin look even brighter. you clear your throat, tearing your eyes away from jeremy and back towards your interviewee. thankfully, tom is clueless to your shift of mood, and is still happily answering into his own tiny microphone.

you've only got one more interview before you get to talk to jeremy. it's with mat barzal, who if you weren't so infatuated by the bruins goalie , you'd been shamelessly flirting with. you'd never had barzal on your podcast before, but that didn't matter - talking with him was anything but akward. it was nice, and (if you aren't going insane) you're pretty sure the islanders forward was flirting with you.

but you're too blinded by jeremy to entertain any of those thoughts. soon enough, he's next in queue, chatting to his assistant without realizing what exactly he's in line for.

you lock eyes as he is directed towards you, and immediately you feel yourself relax. your once tense shoulders fall back into a comfortable position, and your cheeks heat pleasantly as a smile automatically grows on your face. instinctively, you're falling into your interview shoes (currently very glamorous shoes). "you just can't stay away from me for too long, huh?" you tease him as your social director passes him the mini mic.

jermey's smile is matching yours, his gaze not leaving you as he takes the microphone, holding it tightly between two fingers. "what can I say? you look great!"

you drag your free hand down the front of your red dress, the soft material tickling the pads of your tanned fingers. "why thank you, jer. i've got to say i'm digging this look on you - much better than the boring suits you usually wear."

jeremy smiles at your lighthearted jab to his fashion choices. his last game, you'd given him slack on his boring suit choice and had followed with a text thread of insane, over the top suits you'd considered better options. "I was taking inspiration from the ones you'd sent me."

you hope fans don't piece together any insinuations from jermey's comment referencing your texts. although it has you blushing, you recover from your fluster relatively quickly, and you reach towards him, poking one of the black, shiny buttons on jeremy’s jacket. "and tell us what you're wearing mister fancy jacket."

he looks down at the material of his suit jacket, "i've got a custom todd snyder on - very comfortable and stylish. it's just what I was looking for when I was trying to find a jacket for this event."

you nod understandably, "yes, like cute and professional but also cozy."

your chipper tone has jeremy's smile growing. his warm tinted eyes go hazy, and they rather slowly watch you - tracing down your dress covered neck, down your bare arms, and all the way down to your painted toes peeking out your heels. his tongue wets his plump, bottom lip, and his eyes find yours again. "you look cute and cozy."

even if he's meaning it innocently, you can't help but think otherwise. what feels like the 20th time since the start of the interview, you blush. "were twins then." you shrug sweetly, as if to show the audience that the way you were speaking to one another was no big deal - hopefully they buy it …because you certainly don't.

jeremy’s smitten grin grows wider. he bites the skin of his bottom lip, tucking it between his teeth seductively. it's like he's in a trance, which usually would have you feeling creeped out or weird, but because it's jeremy and not some random guy, you feel your skin prickle pleasantly, and your knees begin to feel weak.

the camera man clears his throat - a subtle and gentle reminder that you're supposed to be interviewing jeremy, not eye fucking him.

you blink. "unfortunately, I have to get a little boring, jer. can you tell me and the viewers what you're looking forward to the most at all star weekend. sorry I know, boring and repetitive." you stick your tongue out, blowing a raspberry.

your noise mimicks a fart if anything, and jermey laughs a real laugh - all teeth and squinted eyes. he rubs his chin in thought, but comes up with an answer pretty quickly. for the first time tonight, his media training is kicking in. "i'm really looking forward to just spending time with all these amazing guys and having fun on the ice."

teasingly, you purse your painted lips, cocking your head to the left. "so not me?"

through his constant grin, jeremy clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth - nodding at your correction. "okay, maybe you too."

you give the camera lenses an unimpressed look, as if to say - is this guy being for real? you shake your head, playing into your annoyed persona. "since our fishing video together, which thank you to the fans for blowing that up -"

"- oh my good, yes, thank you." jeremy adds on, nodding thoughtfully.

you continue, "fans want to know...what is your favourite one direction song?"

jeremy exhales loudly, eyes bouncing between you and the camera lens - a whisper of a curse heard from under his breathe.

you nod understandably, "we've really got the hard hitting questions, so I can understand if you need to take a second to think-"

"kiss you." jermey interrupts with a triumphant tone, and he looks very proud of his answer.

"that was pretty fast - why kiss you?"

his slinky smile is back, and it has your stomach falling all the way down to your feet. "why not?" jeremy shrugs one suit covered shoulder nonchalantly, and the sleeve of his jacket brushes against your bare arm at the same time.

you smile, "what's been your favourite part of toronto so far?"

this time, jermey's answer is instant. "you."

you laugh proudly, nodding in approval. "that's a better answer."

behind the camera, one of the social directors holds up a pamphlet, one that she'd change throughout the night. it only ever said a last name - the last name of whichever nhl player was next and approaching your interview area. it was essentially a one minute warning, and she was trying to tell you to start wrapping up your conversation with jeremy.

disappointment pangs deep into your chest, the thought of having to part ways from jeremy is not one you enjoy.

reluctantly, you look away from the director holding william nylander's name up over the camera man, and set your gaze back on jeremy. "okay, i've got a two part question. firstly, are you up for a little challenge?"

he nods, "right now I think you could probably talk me into anything. so yes."

your heart flutters but you stay composed. "good. secondly, which celebrity team do you hope picks you? because personally i'm hoping you get team tate, so you can sneak me in for a picture with her."

jermey laughs again, his head rolling backwards. "obviously id be happy with any team, but if I get tate...I got you."

you smile brightly, "thanks jer."

"anytime."

"we appreciate you taking time out of your busy day to chat with us, we always love catching up with you."

"thank you for having me, y/n/n." the sudden nickname has your heart beat coming to a dramatic halt, and from now on all you ever want to hear is jeremy swayman's voice, saying your name over and over again.

there's a brief moment before nylander gets to your portion of the carpet - he is currently too caught up with screaming fans and paparazzi. the camera lens isn't focused on you as the camera man fiddles with some of the dials, affectively blocking the two of you from its view.

jeremy passes the tiny microphone back to you, and his fingers graze yours softly on the way back. you swallow nervously, meeting his gaze once more.

he clears his throat and suddenly he seems almost...nervous. he rubs his hand against his jawline scruff once, a nervous habit he’s always had. "hey, after the stuff going on tonight, a couple guys and their girlfriends were planning on getting dinner. I was wondering if you'd like to tag along?"

your eyes widen in suprise, "guys and their girlfriends?"

he breathes laugh, "yeah. I want you to come with me."

"okay," you nod bashfully, "i'll come."

you watch william nylander enter your queue behind jermey's broad shoulder, chatting happily with your director as she goes over the process. you've interviewed nylander before, so it will be another breezy and entertaining interview- especially with the swedes personality.

jeremy's grin is blinding, bringing you back into reality. "great," he sighs, "i'll text you after."

"i'll be looking forward to it."

-- DINNER

you take another hearty gulp of your spiced red wine, letting the clash of flavours sit on your tongue briefly before swallowing fully.

you're on your third - maybe fourth? - glass of your preferred wine, and sure, maybe you were using the buzz as a way to calm your erratic, exited heart. since jeremy had texted you after the events of the all star celebrity draft, you've been filled with happy butterflies - and only a part of that was because of the picture he sent you of him with tate mcrae.

jeremy had walked to your hotel room -he didn't want to just meet outside or just meet at the restaurant, he picked you up on the 10th floor of the expensive toronto hotel. he had complimented your new, dinner appropriate outfit - a shiny maroon top with sleek pants and jacket and you had shared the compliment back at him.

you had to clench your thighs together to calm yourself when you were right outside the extravagant glass entryway of the restaurant, pastrnak just seeing and waving you both over, when jeremy leaned down, lips brushing your ear and admitted he hadn't stopped thinking about you and your sexy little dress.

so, yeah, the wine was definitely needed. you stab one of the only remaining potatoes onto your expensive silverware, bringing it up and past your lips. you chew lazily, listening quietly to the conversations around you. after all, it had been a few hours of meaningless conversations since you and jeremy arrived - your borderline drunk brain needed a minute.

the potato was cold now, and the gravy coated it had that slimey film coating. you pull a face to yourself, chewing the mushy food quicker than before, trying to get to swallowing it faster.

fingers tickle your arm over the sheer material of your blouse - jacket long abandoned over the back of your chair. you look over to jeremy, who's got his arm rested loosely on top your jacket - the culprit of your bicep tickles.

he looks amused, "you okay?"

with no regards to the food in your mouth, you turn towards him and begin to speak. "my potato is cold."

jeremy chuckles lowly, continuing the leisure up and down motion with the pads of his fingers against your covered skin. "want to spit it out?" he can tell you're teetering on drunk, and he doesn't mind at all. you're at the perfect level of buzzed - still controlled and conscious, but also having no care in the world. jeremy feels pleased that you feel comfortable enough to let go with him, and he finds amusement with your usual laid back, humorous behaviour.

you shake your head, finally swallowing the food in your mouth. you turn your body into his, and push your body against the side of your chair, trying to get closer to the man beside you. jeremy raises his brows questionably, the start of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I don't spit."

the suggestive undertones to your words don't go unnoticed, and jeremy is spluttering. his cheeks tint pink, and he takes a harsh swallow. you bite down onto your lip to contain the flurry of giggles that want to pass, and you lean further into jermey's bicep behind you.

finally, he collects himself. behind you, you can feel his elbow bend, and with the new position he can come around to the side of your head - his fingers taking some of your hair between them, gently running through your strands. "no?"

you shake your head. "nuh uh."

"so, y/n." the sound of a fork hitting someone's plate combined with them calling your name, has you pulling away and out of jermey's personal bubble. you're back to the reality of who you are and what you're doing here - not just at dinner tonight, but in toronto this week. you're supposed to be a professional. your cheeks flush with the guilt of feeling caught - even though you're not actually doing anything wrong.

kenna, mat barzal's girlfriend, is looking at you expectantly, her pointed chin resting on her tanned palm. you resist the urge to huff at the sight of her sour face. since the start of the evening, kenna has been very passive aggressive towards you - no compliment was given without a condescending remark. not only that, but mat had been very flirty and friendly with you since the red carpet, and although you've been unresponsive to him, it only fuelled kenna's fire.

she hums in faux interest, eyeing you and jeremy. "so like, it must be nice with your podcast and having the pick of like any and every nhl player you want, huh?"

a couple of people sitting at the lengthy table hear, and they look down at you quickly. you laugh awkwardly, eyes briefly meeting the crisp, white table cloth below you. you shrug, "I suppose? everyone is really nice, and i'm very grateful for their support."

she laughs, "I mean, like, do you just like, fuck any of them?"

her words are like a stab to your chest. all those derogatory hate comments and misogynistic remarks come rushing back to you. you don't know what to say, even though no, you've never hooked up or dated any nhl player, especially while you're working with them. but you can also understand why kenna would think that - the way you're cuddling up and talking with jeremy is very much telling.

that guilty feeling is back, and all you can do is just stare at kenna's smug face - mouth open wordlessly.

"I don't think it's any of your business, honestly." jeremy’s voice is firm, but not unkind, as he responds for you. "it's nobody business but hers. y/n is ridiculously good at her job, and she is way past the point of having to prove that she's serious about her work."

kenna laughs it off, mentioning something about just playing around as she takes another sip of her mixed drink. the conversation slowly starts up around you again, and without the attention focused on you and the awkward exchange, you feel like you can finally exhale.

you look at over at jeremy, your eyes glossy and wide. his expression is hard, and his brows are pulled tightly together in irritation.

"you didn't need to say anything...I'm used to those kind of comments." you try and dismiss your feelings - trying to lighten the mood, but jeremy doesn't buy it.

he shakes his head, "you shouldn't have to deal with that - especially from some douche bags girlfriend."

the end of his sentence has you cracking into a smile, a breathy laugh following. "thank you." you take a quick inhale, stopping your quiet laughter. your face turns serious again, "but I don't do that - i'm not some crazed, horny, puck bunny in disguise. that's not what this is." you gesture between the two of you without thinking, and you feel your lips falling into a frown - your emotions catching up to you.

jeremy mimics your frown, and before he can stop himself, he reaches out and takes ahold of your hand. he gently keeps ahold of you, bringing your hand down to rest on his lap. jeremy runs his thumb along the wrinkles of your palm, soothing you. "you don't need to justify anything to me."

you nod silently.

"ready to head out?" jeremy questions gently. you answer yes quickly, letting jeremy help you out of your seat and into your winter jacket. he gives david some money - enough to cover both of your meals before he guides you out of the restaurant, hand in yours.

the walk back to the hotel is pleasant, the once lingering awkward feeling from the restaurant vanishing once you and jeremy were alone. like earlier in the night, jeremy comes to your hotel door - he doesn't suggest that you'll go your separate ways once in the elevators, or part ways in the lobby, he doesn't even hesitate to walk you back.

before you swipe your key card in the holder, you torn to face jeremy. you smile, leaning your bodies weight onto the closed hotel door. "I had a nice time tonight, jer - although I think it's only because you were there."

he laughs gently, "i'm glad you came."

you cringe at yourself and your rather rude insinuation about everyone else at the restaurant tonight - even if it was true. "sorry, when I drink wine I have a hard time controlling my mouth."

jeremy shuffles closer to you, so subtle that you don't even register him moving. he shrugs, "I don't mind. they deserve it."

you giggle. "and you also look really good - like, all the time. I haven't stopped thinking about you in fucking, like, 9 months." you shake your head, "sorry - the wine." you remind him.

"don't apologize, if wine makes you say things like that, I never want you to stop drinking it." jeremy reaches out to you, resting his large hand on the side of your jaw. his thumb strokes your ear lobe softly, running over your studded earring.

your stomach swoops, silently looking up at him. jeremy is so much taller than you, standing over you like a damn giant. the position of you two has you feeling small - sexy. your tongue darts out, wetting your lips. your lipstick has faded throughout the night, and your spit adds more colour to them - more appeal.

but jeremy thinks you've never not looked like the most beautiful, amazing, appealing woman he's ever seen. he smirks slowly, a warm, syrupy feeling in the air around you. "I really like you, y/n - so much that it's kind of embarrassing."

you smile, "I don't think it's embarrassing, especially because I feel the same way....but I think my wine mouth gave that away."

"it sort of did." he teases.

you huff gently, eyes twinkling with amusement. before you can say anything back, jeremy leans down and kisses you. the wine flavours mix between you, and the exchange of quick kisses combined with slow, tongue chasing kisses making your knees buckle.

jeremy presses you further against the door, his thigh slotting between yours to provide an extra form of stimulation. you sigh into his mouth, holding onto his shoulders warmly as you continue to make out in the hotel hallway.

reluctantly, you pull away. you're breathing heavy, heart pumping loudly through your ears from the adrenaline high. "maybe we should clam down - we're in public."

"shhh," kiss. "just a little bit more." his words are mumbled, his lips brushing against yours. jeremy’s lips find yours again, and all your worries float away.

you blindly grab ahold of your key card, and it takes a couple of attempts of trying to slide it through without the use of your vision - but you get it. jeremy’s lips don't leave yours, and you don't want them too. he uses his body to push you both through the door and into the hotel room, kicking the door shut with his dress shoe behind him.

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