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levandright · 6 months ago

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And oh, how I'd love to go Paris again

pairing : jake x f!reader ୨ৎ content / warning(s) : non-idol au, love at first sight, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers(not stated but heavily implied), tension, they're in love your honor, fate reference/mention, can be read as either hs or uni au its up to you ୨ৎ word count : 5.9k

synopsis. you're overwhelmed with your school finals close by, while you are taking a short break from your studying, you couldn't help but reminisce about your precious memories in the city of love when a song that reminds you of your time in paris play. ୨ৎ lev notes : the class trip may not be 100% accurate but its for the plot okay... i had to make it inspired by the 1975 cause i love them too much not to do so + it fits with how i literally have them as my top artist this year :3 (i started writing this days earlier before spotify wrapped lol) also i literally had paris on loop for like 7 hours in total while writing this... anyways hope y'all like this cause it took a lot of brain power to write it, trust i will post what the heart wants as soon as i finish a surprise fic im working on rn ꒰⠀for @sugarikiz event 'ʏᴏᴜʀ ℰ𝓎ℯ𝓈 ᴏɴʟʏ ☁︎.𖥔 ' ꒱

you're at your school's library, cramming for your upcoming finals. with a little over a week to prepare for months' worth of lessons across multiple subjects, the pressure is taking quite a toll on you. two cups of coffee sit beside your laptop, one already empty. even though you've been studying for less than 40 minutes, you already feel the urge to down all the caffeine left in front of you just to keep from dozing off again.

sigh, 'just gotta finish this whole powerpoint. then, i can finally relax for a bit' you silently hype yourself out. with the reward of a break for an hour of studying, you quickly go through the entire lesson in a flash.

grabbing the not empty cup of coffee, you take a much needed sip to keep yourself awake for more hours of studying.

a while later, you're stretching in your seat after having finished with that specific powerpoint. 'finally i can take a break' you think to yourself

as you sit, and stare at your laptop's screen. contimplating on what to do to pass time, you decide to play music to relax yourself.

clicking the shuffle button on your playlist. you put your headphones on and rest your head on your arms, as the familiar tune of paris by the 1975 play.

the music pulls you into a memory, that unforgettable class trip to paris.

꒰ and oh, how i'd love to go paris again ꒱

you’re on the bus, the city outside the window slowly coming to life. everyone in your class is chatting excitedly, pointing out landmarks and planning what to do when you finally get off. the eiffel tower is getting closer, its towering frame making your heart race with excitement.

“can you believe we’re actually here?” keeho says, leaning over to nudge your shoulder. his energy is infectious, and you can’t help but smile.

hyunjin, sitting across the aisle, snaps a quick photo through the window. “this already feels unreal,” he says, grinning. “i’m going to fill my camera roll today.”

the bus comes to a stop, and your teacher announces a short break to explore the area. the three of you quickly stick together as everyone spills out onto the cobblestone street. paris feels alive—the air smells like fresh bread and coffee, and the chatter of locals blends with the hum of passing cars.

“we need food. let’s find a café!” keeho declares, already marching toward a row of cozy-looking places with outdoor seating.

you follow, laughing as hyunjin drags you by the wrist to keep up. he’s scanning every building, taking quick snapshots of anything that catches his eye. “wait, stand here,” he says suddenly, pulling out his phone to snap a candid photo of you and keeho in front of a flower shop.

“are you going to take pictures the whole trip?” you tease.

“obviously,” hyunjin replies, unbothered. “someone has to document how good we look in paris.”

eventually, the three of you settle at a small café. the waiter brings over menus, and you all take a moment to soak it all in. keeho orders a slice of cake, hyunjin gets a croissant and coffee, and you decide on a simple baguette sandwich.

“okay, this is officially the best food i’ve ever had,” keeho says after his first bite.

“it’s just cake,” hyunjin says, rolling his eyes but stealing a forkful anyway.

you laugh as they bicker, feeling a warmth settle in your chest. sitting there with your best friends, surrounded by the magic of paris, everything feels perfect.

after finishing your meals, you and your friends head back to the bus to regroup with your class. the energy is buzzing as everyone talks about their plans for the rest of the day. your teacher announces that the next stop is a famous museum nearby.

the museum is grand, with high ceilings and beautiful architecture that makes you feel small in the best way. inside, it’s quieter, with your classmates dispersing into smaller groups.

hyunjin immediately pulls out his camera again. “this lighting is perfect,” he mutters, snapping a photo of a sculpture in the corner.

keeho rolls his eyes with a smirk. “he’s gonna be like this the whole time.”

“he’s consistent, at least,” you joke, earning a laugh from keeho as the two of you start wandering through the exhibits together.

the artwork is stunning—paintings that feel alive, sculptures that seem to breathe. you and keeho take your time strolling through the halls, sharing your thoughts on each piece.

“i don’t get this one,” keeho says, staring at an abstract painting.

“it’s open to interpretation,” you reply.

“so… the artist spilled paint everywhere?”

you nudge his arm. “be serious!”

keeho grins but then glances around. “hey, i’m gonna find the bathroom real quick. don’t get lost.”

“sure, sure,” you say, waving him off.

as he walks away, you wander aimlessly, letting your feet carry you through the museum’s winding halls. you stop to admire a large painting of a serene countryside when, out of nowhere, you bump into someone.

“oh, i’m so sorry!” you blurt out, taking a step back.

the stranger turns to you, and your words catch in your throat. he’s tall, with warm eyes and a gentle smile. his presence feels calm, yet somehow magnetic.

“no worries,” he says, his voice warm and calm, with a hint of an australian accent you catch right away. “are you okay?”

you nod quickly, feeling your cheeks heat up. “y-yeah, i wasn’t looking where i was going.”

he chuckles lightly, brushing it off. “happens to the best of us.”

he pauses for a moment, as if waiting to see if you’ll say anything else. you manage a small smile. “thanks for being so nice about it. i’m—uh…” before you can finish, keeho’s voice rings out from somewhere nearby.

��hey, y/n! where’d you go?”

the spell is broken, and you glance over your shoulder to see keeho waving at you. turning back to the stranger, you offer an apologetic smile. “that’s my friend. i should go.”

“of course,” he says, still smiling. “take care.”

you hurry off toward keeho, your heart still racing. as you rejoin your friends, you glance back briefly to see the stranger walking away. something about the moment lingers, a small spark you can’t quite explain.

after regrouping with keeho and hyunjin, the three of you continue exploring the museum. hyunjin has finally tucked his camera away, much to keeho’s relief.

“didn’t think i’d ever see the day you’d stop taking pictures,” keeho teases.

“i’m just saving space for later,” hyunjin retorts, grinning. “besides, i want to actually enjoy this.”

the three of you move through the museum, pausing at different exhibits. keeho offers more of his hilarious “critiques,” while hyunjin points out details you might’ve missed. for a while, it feels like time doesn’t exist, just the three of you soaking in the beauty of parisian art.

after some time, you excuse yourself to find the restroom. as you leave, keeho calls after you, “don’t get lost again!”

“i won’t!” you call back with a laugh, shaking your head.

once you step out of the restroom, you turn a corner and nearly bump into someone again.

“oh—sorry!” you start, looking up. and there he is.

the boy from earlier.

“you again,” he says with a warm smile, his eyes lighting up with recognition.

“yeah, me again,” you reply, feeling your face heat up.

“i guess we’re just destined to keep running into each other,” he jokes, his tone light and teasing.

you laugh softly. “seems like it. i never got your name earlier.”

“jake,” he says, extending his hand. “and you?”

“y/n,” you say, shaking his hand. his grip is gentle but firm, and you feel your heart skip a beat.

“nice to officially meet you, y/n,” jake says, his smile widening.

the two of you start chatting, the conversation flowing easily. he tells you he’s here with his own group, visiting from another school all the way from australia, and you share a little about your own trip. his voice is calm and steady, and his subtle humor keeps making you giggle.

at one point, he gestures toward a nearby painting. “what do you think of this one? please don’t say the artist spilled paint everywhere.”

you burst into laughter, shaking your head. “no, no, that’s keeho’s specialty. i actually think it’s kind of beautiful, in a chaotic way.”

“good answer,” jake says, grinning.

before you know it, the sound of footsteps and familiar voices echo down the hall. “y/n! where are you?” keeho calls, his voice unmistakable.

you glance in the direction of the sound, then back at jake, your smile faltering slightly. “that’s my friends. i should go.”

jake nods, his expression soft. “of course. it was nice talking to you, y/n.”

“you too, jake,” you say, stepping away reluctantly. as you walk toward your friends, you can’t help but glance back once. jake is still standing there, giving you a small wave.

you rejoin keeho and hyunjin, who immediately start teasing you for taking so long. but as the three of you continue exploring the museum, you can’t stop thinking about jake. and though you don’t say it out loud, you quietly hope that fate will bring you together again.

it’s been a day since the museum, but your thoughts keep circling back to jake. his kind smile, the way he made you laugh, and that unmistakable australian accent—it’s all stuck in your head.

after dinner with your classmates at the hotel, the buzz of chatter feels overwhelming. you decide to step outside for some fresh air, hoping a quiet walk will help clear your mind.

the streets of paris are calmer at this hour, bathed in a soft, golden glow from the streetlights. a small park just down the road catches your eye, and you wander toward it, settling onto a bench beneath a tree.

you sit there for a while, letting your thoughts drift. the cool breeze carries the faint scent of flowers, and the distant hum of city life feels oddly soothing.

suddenly, you feel someone sit down beside you. you glance over, and your heart skips a beat.

it’s him.

jake.

the boy you couldn’t stop thinking about.

he notices your surprise and gives you that same warm smile. “hey,” he says casually. “fancy seeing you here.”

you blink, struggling to process the coincidence. “jake? what are you doing here?”

“could ask you the same thing,” he says with a light chuckle, leaning back against the bench. “i was out for a walk, saw this park, and thought i’d sit for a bit. didn’t expect to run into you again.”

you laugh softly, shaking your head. “paris must be smaller than we think.”

“or fate has a funny way of working,” he says, his tone teasing but his eyes sincere.

the conversation flows naturally from there. he asks about your class trip, and you tell him about your visit to the museum and all the places your group plans to see next. he shares stories about his own class, laughing about his friends’ antics and the moments that make the trip memorable.

“you’re telling me someone actually fell asleep in front of the mona lisa?” you ask, barely holding back laughter.

“yup. full-on snoring,” jake replies, grinning. “the security guard didn’t know whether to wake him or leave him there.”

the two of you laugh together, the sound blending into the quiet of the park.

after a while, jake stands up. “wait here,” he says, his tone playful but mysterious.

“where are you going?” you ask, watching him walk toward a nearby food stand.

“you’ll see,” he calls back over his shoulder.

a few minutes later, he returns, holding two neatly wrapped chocolate crepes. he hands one to you with a grin. “figured this would make the moment even better.”

you take it, smiling at his thoughtfulness. “thanks, jake. this is perfect.”

as you both sit there, enjoying the crepes and chatting under the parisian sky, you can’t help but feel like this moment is something straight out of a dream.

the days in paris pass like a blur, filled with sightseeing, laughter, and the magic of simply being in the city. but the most unexpected highlight of your trip that osn’t on the schedule—is jake.

you can’t quite explain it, but somehow, you keep running into him. these little moments have become the thing you secretly look forward to the most.

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you’re standing at the counter of a small café, debating between ordering a croissant or a pain au chocolat. the decision feels monumental, and you’re entirely lost in thought when a voice interrupts you.

“go for the pain au chocolat,” jake says, appearing beside you with an easy smile.

you blink, startled at first, before breaking into a grin. “jake? what are you doing here?”

“getting breakfast,” he says, holding up a cup of coffee and a bag. “didn’t think i’d see you again so soon.”

“neither did i,” you reply, chuckling. “are you always this lucky, or is paris just this small?”

“maybe both,” he teases. “need help deciding?”

“i was leaning toward the croissant, but now i feel like i have to trust your judgment.”

“always trust the chocolate,” he says, nodding sagely.

you laugh and order the pain au chocolat. as you wait, the two of you chat, his humor making the simple café feel like the best spot in paris.

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a couple of days later, you’re wandering through a mall with keeho and hyunjin, trying to find souvenirs to take back home. keeho is busy debating between two scarves for his mom, and hyunjin is glued to his phone, looking up recommendations.

you drift toward a small kiosk filled with handmade trinkets, running your fingers over delicate keychains.

“don’t tell me you’re buying one of those cheesy eiffel tower keychains,” a familiar voice says behind you.

you spin around, your heart skipping a beat. “jake!”

he’s holding a bag of his own, filled with souvenirs. “fancy meeting you here.”

“again,” you add with a laugh.

keeho spots jake and gives you a knowing look, while hyunjin just raises an eyebrow before wandering off. you try to ignore them and focus on jake instead.

“what’s in the bag?” you ask, nodding toward his purchases.

“just some stuff for my family,” he says. “and maybe a keychain or two.”

you laugh. “i thought you were against cheesy keychains.”

“only when other people buy them,” he says, his grin mischievous.

────୨ৎ────

the park has become your little escape, a quiet place to think and reflect. you’re sitting on the same bench as before, lost in thought, when you hear footsteps approach.

“do you have a permanent spot here, or are you waiting for me?” jake’s voice breaks through your daydream.

you turn, smiling as he sits down beside you. “maybe both.”

“lucky me, then,” he says, leaning back and looking up at the sky. “so, what’s on your mind today?”

you hesitate for a moment, then decide to be honest. “just… thinking about how much i’ve enjoyed this trip. and how strange it’ll feel to leave.”

jake nods, his expression softening. “yeah, i get that. it’s been a lot, hasn’t it?”

“yeah,” you say quietly, and for a moment, the two of you sit in comfortable silence.

that evening. your teacher gathers the entire class in the lobby of the hotel to deliver the news.

“you’ve got two days left to enjoy paris before we head back home,” she says. “make sure you start packing your things and grab any last-minute souvenirs.”

the room fills with murmurs of excitement and relief. most of your classmates are thrilled to return to canada, and part of you is, too. but as you head back to your room, a bittersweet feeling settles in your chest.

two more days. that’s all the time you have left before you have to say goodbye to jake.

you don’t know why the thought stings so much, but it does. and now, more than ever, you hope for one more chance to see him.

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the second-to-last day in paris feels like a blur of excitement and nostalgia. you, keeho, and hyunjin make it a mission to visit as many places as possible, squeezing every last drop out of your remaining time in the city.

as the three of you step into the vintage store, you're greeted by the faint smell of aged leather and a mix of retro music playing softly in the background. the shop is packed with everything from old records to racks of vintage clothes and shelves lined with random knick-knacks.

“okay,” keeho announces, clapping his hands together. “this is the place to find hidden gems.”

hyunjin raises an eyebrow. “hidden gems or overpriced junk?”

“you just don’t have the vision,” keeho shoots back, already digging through a rack of jackets.

you wander toward a glass display case near the counter, something catching your eye—a vintage digicam. it’s small, sleek, and looks like it’s been well cared for. you kneel to get a closer look, curiosity piqued.

“hey, what’d you find?” keeho asks, appearing beside you with a leopard-print scarf draped around his neck.

you point to the camera. “a digicam. looks pretty cool, doesn’t it?”

keeho leans in, inspecting it. “very cool. are you gonna get it?”

you hesitate. “i don’t know… do you think it still works?”

“only one way to find out,” hyunjin says, suddenly appearing on your other side. he gestures to the shop owner, a kind-looking older man, who unlocks the case and hands you the camera.

you examine it closely, turning it over in your hands. the lens looks clean, and the buttons feel intact.

“how much?” you ask the shop owner.

“twenty euros,” he replies with a smile.

keeho gasps dramatically. “a steal! you have to get it.”

“yeah, before someone else does,” hyunjin agrees, casually flipping through a rack of shirts.

you laugh at their enthusiasm and decide to go for it. “alright, fine. i’m buying it.”

as you hand over the cash, keeho strikes another pose with the scarf. “what do you think? parisian chic, or should i stick to my usual?”

“stick to your usual,” hyunjin says without looking up.

keeho sighs, draping the scarf back onto the rack. “you two have no appreciation for drama.”

you test out the digicam, snapping a quick photo of keeho mid-pout. the image pops up on the tiny screen, surprisingly crisp for something so old.

“perfect,” you say, showing him the photo.

keeho grins. “okay, maybe you do have an eye for the dramatic.”

hyunjin wanders over with an oversized sweater, holding it up against himself. “thoughts?”

keeho wrinkles his nose. “are you auditioning for a grandpa role?”

“i like it,” you say, defending hyunjin’s choice.

“thank you,” hyunjin replies, smugly tossing the sweater over his arm.

the three of you spend a bit longer in the shop, goofing around and trying on random hats, sunglasses, and jackets. you snap more photos with your new camera—keeho wearing an old captain’s hat, hyunjin attempting to look cool in aviator sunglasses, and a candid shot of the two of them laughing together.

by the time you leave, the bag with your new camera swings lightly at your side, and your heart feels full. the memory of this moment—just you and your friends being unapologetically yourselves—already feels like a keepsake all its own.

at a small crêperie, hyunjin’s crêpe is covered in whipped cream and chocolate drizzle.

“how are you even holding that without it falling apart?” you ask, staring at the overloaded treat in wonder.

hyunjin shrugs. “skill,” he says simply before taking an enormous bite.

keeho watches in horror. “that’s going to end up all over your shirt, and i am not letting you borrow mine.”

“you sound like my mom,” hyunjin says through a mouthful of crêpe.

by the seine river, you take turns with the digicam, capturing moments that feel like they belong in a movie. keeho makes exaggerated poses on the bridge, while hyunjin tries (and fails) to look mysterious.

when it’s your turn to hold the camera, you take a candid shot of the two of them mid-laugh. it’s perfect—pure and genuine, a reminder of how much these moments mean to you.

“alright, photographer extraordinaire,” keeho says, pointing dramatically at the eiffel tower in the distance. “get my good side.”

“you don’t have one,” hyunjin jokes, earning a glare from keeho.

as the day winds down, you find yourself lingering outside the hotel while keeho and hyunjin head inside.

“we’ll be in the lobby if you need us,” keeho calls over his shoulder, giving you a knowing look.

once they’re gone, you make your way to the park. the same bench, the same tree, and this time, jake is already there, waiting.

he stands when he sees you, his smile soft but bright. “hey.”

“hey,” you reply, walking up to him. “beat me here this time, huh?”

“had a feeling you’d come,” he says, shrugging.

you sit down beside him, the quiet of the park wrapping around you like a blanket.

“you’ve been busy,” jake comments. “i saw you earlier near the seine with your friends. looked like fun.”

“it was,” you say, smiling at the memory. “trying to cram everything into one day, you know? time feels so short now.”

jake’s expression shifts, just slightly, and you know he understands what you mean.

“speaking of time…” you begin, hesitating. “we’re leaving tomorrow. my class is flying back home.”

jake nods slowly, his gaze dropping to his hands. “i figured it was coming. my group leaves the day after.”

there’s a pause, the kind that feels heavy but not uncomfortable.

“do you think we’ll meet again?” you ask softly, not daring to look at him.

“i hope we do,” he replies, his voice quiet but firm.

the weight of his words lingers between you, saying everything that neither of you can.

you pull out your digicam, breaking the tension with a small smile. “can i take some pictures? you know, to remember this?”

jake’s face brightens slightly. “of course.”

you snap a few shots—some posed, some candid. jake laughing at something you said, jake looking off into the distance, and finally, one of the two of you together, taken with his help.

as the night deepens, you know it’s time to go. you stand, reluctantly. “i should get back before my friends come looking for me.”

jake nods but doesn’t move. instead, he reaches out, gently taking your wrist.

“wait.”

you turn, surprised, as he pulls something from his jacket pocket—a pair of silver rings, simple and elegant.

“for you,” he says softly, slipping the smaller one onto your right hand’s ring finger. the fit is perfect.

your heart races, words failing you as he looks at you, his gaze full of unspoken meaning. then, he leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“goodbye, y/n,” he murmurs, stepping back.

it takes you a moment to find your voice. “goodbye, jake.”

as you walk back to the hotel, your mind replays the moment over and over, the cool metal of the ring on your finger grounding you in the surrealness of it all. that night, lying in bed, you can’t help but wonder if the universe will bring you and jake together again someday.

꒰ paris again, and again, and again, and again, and again ꒱

a tap on your shoulder pulls you out of your thoughts, and you lift your head groggily. you blink, trying to focus on the person standing in front of you. it’s keeho, grinning mischievously, while hyunjin stands behind him, sipping his americano with a slightly amused expression.

“y/n, what are you doing?” keeho asks, leaning in and waving his hand in front of your face.

you yawn, rubbing your eyes. “i’m taking a break. i can’t even keep my eyes open for more than a minute.”

hyunjin raises an eyebrow. “yeah, we can tell. you’re practically sleeping at your desk.” he leans against the back of your chair, his voice cool but teasing. “how about you stop pretending to study and actually join us for once?”

keeho’s grin widens as he jumps into the conversation. “we’re heading to a café to study, and you’re coming with us. you need a change of scenery.”

you groan, feeling your body resist the idea of leaving the comforting quiet of the library, but deep down, you know you’ve been at it for too long. a change of pace might be exactly what you need.

“come on, y/n,” keeho insists, his voice full of that playful energy you can’t ignore. “we’ll make it more fun. you can’t study like this. plus, you’ll probably get more done with us around.”

you hesitate for a moment, your mind torn between the need for a proper break and the looming pressure of your exams. still, you can’t deny how much you need a little distraction. “fine,” you sigh, finally giving in. “but if we end up just talking the entire time, i’m leaving.”

hyunjin chuckles, giving you a knowing look. “i think you’ll be okay. we’ll actually study this time. promise.”

keeho grabs your arm, pulling you up from your seat with a playful tug. “good, because you need us to keep you sane. now, let’s get out of here.”

as the three of you leave the library, you let out one last sigh, knowing that even though you might not get as much studying done as you hope, you could definitely use the company.

the café is warm and inviting, the soft hum of background chatter mixing with the aroma of fresh coffee and baked goods. it’s a stark contrast to the quiet, studious atmosphere of the library, and you find yourself breathing a little easier as you step inside.

you find a small corner table and set your laptop down, letting out a contented sigh as you settle in. keeho and hyunjin head to the counter to order, leaving you to fidget with your feet, trying to shake off the weight of the past few hours spent studying.

your eyes flicker to the window, watching people pass by as you idly tap your fingers against your coffee cup. eventually, you stop, catching sight of the ring on your right hand.

you pause, fingers tracing the smooth metal, your mind drifting back to paris. “it’s been three years since that time in paris,” you think to yourself, a wave of nostalgia washing over you. the memory feels distant now, like a dream you’re not quite sure was real.

you wonder if jake still remembers you, if he thinks about you at all. you’d been so wrapped up in the magic of those moments, so caught up in the fleeting connection between the two of you, that you’d completely forgotten to exchange socials, to keep in touch.

a soft laugh escapes you, tinged with frustration. you can still picture your past self—so carefree, so caught up in the magic of the moment, never once thinking about the things you should have done. and now, years later, it stings.

the photos you took back then are all you have left—memories frozen in time, but still, you find yourself wishing you had more. a way to bridge the gap between then and now, something more than a ring on your finger that’s become a quiet reminder of what you left behind.

a soft laugh from keeho breaks you from your thoughts, and you glance up to see him and hyunjin walking toward the table, their arms full of coffee cups and pastries. keeho places your cup down in front of you, his expression softening when he notices the faraway look in your eyes.

“you okay?” he asks, settling into his chair across from you.

you smile faintly. “yeah, just… thinking about paris.”

hyunjin raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push. he simply places a croissant in front of you and nods. “we’ll make it through these finals. paris will still be there when you’re done.”

you nod, but the bittersweet smile remains on your face, the question still lingering in the back of your mind. will you ever see jake again?

you manage to get some work done, but there’s plenty of laughter and light-hearted banter between you guys. hyunjin and keeho constantly bicker over the most ridiculous things—whether iced coffee is better than hot coffee, or if studying with background music is productive.

“you’re seriously telling me you don’t like the classics?” keeho says, shaking his head dramatically. “what kind of music do you even listen to, hyunjin?”

“i listen to music that doesn’t make my brain want to shut down,” hyunjin replies with a smirk, taking a sip from his americano. “but hey, if you need classical music to study, you do you.”

you laugh at their back-and-forth, shaking your head at their silly rivalry. the sound of their bickering is strangely comforting, distracting you from the pressure building up inside your mind. you feel a little lighter, even if it’s just for a moment.

after a while, you excuse yourself and head to the bathroom inside the café, needing a quick break from the endless cycle of notes and coffee. the place is busy, but the hum of quiet conversations and the scent of freshly brewed coffee make it feel comforting.

you take your time, refreshing yourself and letting your thoughts wander for a few moments. when you finally finish and head back out, you’re not paying attention to where you’re going, still lost in your thoughts.

and then—bam.

you collide with someone, the force making you stumble slightly. your reflexes kick in, and you immediately start bowing in apology, your words rushing out in a flurry of embarrassment.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean—”

but before you can finish, you hear a familiar voice, soft and warm, with that unmistakable australian accent.

“y/n?”

you freeze, and the world seems to stop for a moment. you slowly lift your head, and there, standing in front of you, is none other than jake. in the flesh.

for a split second, all your words get caught in your throat. your heart races, and your brain scrambles to process the unexpected reunion. this can’t be real. is this a dream?

jake’s brows furrow slightly as he looks at you with concern, his voice softening. “are you okay?” he asks, stepping a little closer to you, clearly worried about your sudden silence.

you blink, feeling your heart thumping louder in your chest as you try to find your words, but they’re nowhere to be found. you stand there, staring at him, completely at a loss for what to say.

he leans in slightly, just enough to make sure you’re okay, his face showing that familiar concern. “y/n?” he gently says your name, and your body snaps back to reality.

“i—uh… sorry, i just—didn’t expect to see you.” you feel the heat rush to your cheeks, embarrassment flushing your face. "i thought… i thought i was imagining things."

jake chuckles softly, his expression softening with a smile that makes your heart flutter. “i didn’t expect to run into you here either.” his tone is light, playful, but there’s something in his eyes—something that makes the air feel a little thicker.

you both stand there for a moment, awkward silence hanging between you. the familiarity of this moment feels surreal, but there’s no denying the warmth that spreads through you at the sight of him.

“so, uh,” you start, finally finding your voice, “what are you doing here? i didn’t expect to run into you… again.”

jake’s lips curl into that familiar, soft smile. he shrugs nonchalantly, but there’s a glint in his eyes, something unspoken. “guess it’s just fate.” he says, his tone playful but there’s a layer of sincerity underneath it, one you can’t quite ignore.

you chuckle lightly, but the tension between you both is palpable now, thickening the air around you. there’s an undeniable pull between you, something that neither of you have fully acknowledged, but it’s there, lingering in the space between your words. you feel the heat of his gaze, and the sudden awareness of how close you both are makes your heart beat just a little faster.

“so… how’ve you been?” you ask, needing to break the moment but also curious, wanting to know everything about him since that last time you saw him.

jake rubs the back of his neck with a small, shy smile, a gesture you remember well. “i’ve been good… just been busy, you know. but i’ve been thinking about our time in paris a lot.” his voice is casual, but his eyes hold something deeper, a hint of vulnerability that you weren’t expecting.

you nod, understanding exactly what he means. you’ve been thinking about paris too. every memory feels like a treasure, something you’ve carefully tucked away, not wanting to forget any part of it. you wish you had more time to ask him about the things he’s been up to, to know if he’s felt the same pull that you have, the connection that neither of you can explain.

you glance down at your hand absentmindedly, and that’s when you see it—the ring he gave you in the park, so simple yet so meaningful. the silver band glints in the soft café lighting, and your heart does a little flip.

jake notices too, his gaze dropping to your hand. his smile softens, almost imperceptibly, but you notice it. there’s a quiet understanding between you two that you don’t need to speak aloud.

“i see you’re still wearing it,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost tender.

you look up at him, meeting his eyes, and for a moment, everything else fades away. you feel like you’re back in paris, standing in that park, with everything still ahead of you, full of hope and possibility.

“i didn’t want to take it off,” you say quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

jake doesn’t say anything at first, his eyes locked on yours. then, without warning, he reaches out slowly, his fingers brushing lightly over your hand, and he gently presses a kiss to your right hand, right where the ring rests. the simple gesture feels like it speaks volumes, and you can’t help but feel a surge of warmth spread through you.

“i’m glad,” he says softly, his voice just above a murmur. “i’m glad you kept it.”

for a moment, neither of you speaks. the world feels like it’s holding its breath. the space between you feels charged, but neither of you is in a rush to break the silence. it’s as if this moment, this small, quiet exchange, is enough.

you blink, still a little stunned by the gesture, your heart racing, but a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. you can’t help but feel the warmth in your chest, the way his simple action makes you feel seen, valued, even though you never really said all the things you wanted to say.

when you finally speak, your voice is soft but steady. “i didn’t think i’d see you again.”

jake takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. “i didn’t either, but i’m glad i did.”

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shouyuus · 8 months ago

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chapter two: tell no tales

roronoa zoro; 3,029 words; fluff and angst, enemies to lovers, slowburn, depressed!zoro, ship therapist!nami, dick!zoro bc he cannot process emotions, no "y/n", trauma bonding

summary: in which zoro starts to believe in ghosts

a/n: hi from the new blog friends! yes, i know it's a little confusing, but please bear with me !! this series is indeed moving to here to the new blog, but the masterlist will live on my old blog till i've got all the links up, and i can reblog onto the new one.

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The following hours are a blur of bodies and color, the setting sun bleeding out over the distant sky, the tiny island retreating in the distance as the Merry jolts along the choppy waves. Nami’s hand, Luffy’s arm, Usopp offering to take his midnight watch, Sanji pressing a bottle of something and a tray of riceballs into his hands.

Zoro drinks. And drinks. And drinks.

He drinks until the earth sways beneath him in ways he’s certain isn’t just the rocking of the ship. He drinks until the sky pivots above him, seeping into the darkness of his little corner room. He drinks, and he sleeps.

And he dreams of you.

In his dreams, you’re vibrant and laughing, your cheeks full of color, your lips brushed in reds or pinks or purples. You offer him a freshly made mochi, your fingertips dusted in rice flour. He reaches out for it but just before he can take it, the tiny little sweet splits open to reveal a raw, bleeding heart.

Blood trickles between your fingertips, slicking down your arm like pomegranate juice.

Zoro looks up to find you smiling, but there’s blood oozing down the sides of your face, collecting in the dip of your collarbones from a massive gunshot wound to the side of your head.

You cock your head, offering him the bloodied mochi.

“C’mon, take it! Everyone else got one!”

He jerks awake to a quiet knock at his door and Sanji’s muffled voice from the other side.

“Breakfast, mosshead. Made your favorites — grilled mackerel and miso soup and rice. I’ll uh — keep it warm for ya, but not for long, okay?”

Zoro swallows passed the dryness in his throat, closing his eyes and pressing a hand to his face, shielding himself from the bright orange light seeping in from the little window in the corner. After a few more minutes, he swings himself out of bed, dragging his swords with him down the hallway into the kitchen.

Everyone is there, gathered around the hanging table, talking in whispered tones. They all go quiet when Zoro rounds the door, and Usopp clears his throat, leaning back with a forced lightness.

“Seems like we’ll be hitting the next island soon!” he says, eyes darting towards Nami, who sighs and nods.

“Yeah, it’s only a few more days till we get to the next island,” she says, glancing back down at her hands, “then it’s straight up into the Grand Line.”

Zoro nods, dropping into one of the empty seats and pulling the only fully set tray of food towards him. He stares at the carefully arranged items — the fish grilled to skin-crisp perfection, the miso soup still hot enough to steam, the rice fluffy and sweet.

He picks up his chopsticks.

“Good,” he says, his voice too soft, “the faster we get there… the better.”

It’s strange, how Zoro’s never before believed in ghosts. But now, he sees the shadow of you in everything he does. In the swift swish of his swords through the air, in the flutter of wind in the Merry’s sails, in the rhythmic creak of the planks of the main deck.

He thinks of you, of the sadness that had flickered in your eyes the second before Crocodile (or Mr. 0 as he’s known in Baroque Works; they’d since figured out his name and his ranking, but not much else) pressed the gun to your head and pulled the trigger.

He finds himself reliving the moment, sinking into the infinitesimal space between the breath and the gunshot; he searches it as if there might have been clues tucked in the way your throat had caught or the specific way your lashes had fluttered. He thinks, at least, you hadn’t looked scared.

And maybe, that in and of itself is the mercy.

— — —

He sees you again in Mag Mell, a tiny jewel box island tucked along the edges of Paradise. It’s an island of dreamers, of poets and painters, musicians and mystics, with wending streets papered in silver dust, and houses painted in dessert-bright colors, with pearl-gilded roofs, and golden-tipped steeples hung with glittering crystal bells that tolled by the passing hours.

People here sang easily and laughed freely, and it’s all Zoro can do not to look for you around the bend of every street corner, to jolt at every single peal of bright, unabashed laughter.

You would’ve been so happy here — at least the you from his childhood memories. Guilt claws at his insides. He should’ve done more — should’ve tried harder to save you —

So when he does catch glimpse of you, the you that’s been haunting all his all sleepless nights, he isn’t sure if he’s actually dreaming. But how could he be? They’d just docked hours ago — with Sanji and Usopp off shopping for groceries, and Luffy plowing through the market for food, Nami doing… whatever Nami does in cities like these.

At first, he thinks its his eyes playing tricks — his subconscious toying with him in this place that seems so cruelly perfect for the you of his memory, as if his dreams hadn’t been ruthless enough. But then, he hears your voice, and he’s sure it’s you.

He follows you down one twisting alley, and then another, the streets folding over one another like tributaries to a mother stream. Around the third bend, he loses you, and for a frantic moment, he finds himself spinning around himself once, twice, until a thin pair of arms slams him up against the far wall, painted a deep mahogany red.

“What part of don’t follow me are you not understanding?” your voice is nothing more than a hissed breath, tight and angry and pleading, but it’s yours.

The next moment, Zoro has you flipped, pinning you to the opposite wall, this time in a blinding turquoise, his teeth bared, a sword poised at your throat.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, forcing out the words, his heart a wild, untamed thing beating in his chest, hard enough to sting. His eyes are too wide, searching your face desperately as if looking for a sign, a slip-up that might prove you’re not who you look like you are, and yet —

The wry way your lip twists up has his stomach roiling within him. You stop struggling, tilting your head to look at him in the gather of shadows of the deserted alley.

“What? Forgotten me already? And here I thought dying in front of you would make more of a lasting impression —”

“Exactly,” Zoro bites back, unable to stop his sword from digging into the skin of your neck, a thin line of blood seeping out from beneath your otherwise unmarred skin, “I saw — I watched you —” his throat seizes forcibly over the word die and he struggles for a few seconds before he jerks back, “I watched you get shot.”

You rub at your throat with a ginger hand, drawing it away to stare at the rub of red there, your expression inscrutable.

“Yeah… that you did.”

He whips his sword out to the side before slipping it into its sheath with a dull shink.

You eye it warily, the late afternoon sun creeping into the alley inch by golden inch. It kisses at your toes and creeps up your ankles as you stare at the sword at Zoro’s side.

“That was Kuina’s, wasn’t it?” you ask.

The name slams into Zoro like a gut-punch, and it’s all he can do to keep himself from stumbling.

“So what if it is?” he asks, a quaver to his voice that he almost doesn’t recognize. He turns away from you to stare at the strip of street visible from the darkened alley. A little girl with twin pigtails skips by holding a fistful of multicolored balloons, giggling as a boy races after her, trying to steal one.

“Can’t believe you still have it after all these years.”

“Yeah, well. Call me sentimental,” but his voice is flat, almost sardonic as he turns back to stare at you.

You allow him a helpless grin, “You always were more sentimental than you’d let on. Even when we were kids.”

“You died,” he spits the word out like poison, and you flinch, almost as if struck by it. He takes a deep, steadying breath but makes no move to back down as he asks, “so how the hell are you still here?”

You press your lips, casting your eyes away, your head lowered.

“You’re on a crew with a guy made of rubber — can’t you figure it out?” you ask, rueful and quiet.

Zoro scoffs, “So far as I know, there ain’t no Devil Fruits that can make you immortal.”

You wince again, though when you do speak, there’s a weary humor tacked to the ends of your words.

“You were always smarter than you let on too,” you say, finally looking up, “you’re right. It’s not a Devil Fruit.”

Zoro frowns, unable to keep the intrigue from bubbling up his chest as he watches you.

“Then…” he trails off, waiting.

A golden shaft of sun slants fully into the alley now, finally high enough to hit the side of your face, casting your features into stark relief. Like this, he can see the hollows of your cheeks, the blueness in your lips. But also, the flicker of light that once danced like fireworks behind your eyes.

“It was a deal,” you say, as the sun shifts behind a soft gauzy cloud, tossing the island into a momentary shadow once more, and your face is again shrouded in darkness, “with the Devil himself.”

— — —

“So… you can’t die,” Sanji says, stubbing out what must be his fifth cigarette since the beginning of the conversation.

A half-finished dinner service lays in an array of dishes before you, but even Luffy isn’t reaching out to pick at the remains.

You shake your head, “No, that’s the thing — I can. I just don’t tend to stay dead.”

Nami frowns, “But how does that even work? You get killed, and what — you just… respawn?”

You sigh, letting out a tired laugh, “Something like that. I die, and I wake up the next morning exactly in the last place I went to sleep.”

“Whoa, weird,” says Luffy, finally reaching for the remains of a whole roast chicken, stuffing a drumstick into his mouth.

You nod, “Very.”

Usopp is chewing on his bottom lips, looking concerned, “But… I mean — when you do d-die… does it still hurt?”

You slowly pivot to stare at him, your expression carefully neutral.

Beside you, Zoro shifts slightly, and everyone goes strangely still as they wait for your answer.

“Sometimes,” you say, carefully, “if the person killing me decides to make it hurt.”

Sanji leans back, staring up at the broad canopy of stars above the deck of the Merry.

The silence that stretches over the table is fraught with implication. Eventually, you let out a long breath, leaning back in your chair.

“But you get used to it after a while,” you say, the shadow of a smile quirking your lips.

Zoro narrows his eyes, “You make it sound easy.”

His voice is hard, his gaze fixed on a point just over Luffy’s shoulder. Beneath the low dip of his unbuttoned shirt, you can still see the remains of the scar Mihawk had left him with. No doubt he was remembering his own close tangle with death.

You lilt your head and roll your shoulders.

“What they don’t tell you about dying is that it’s the easiest thing… but easy doesn’t mean painless,” your voice is light and airy and painfully frivolous, “eventually, easy just means that at least… you know it’ll end.”

Across the table, Sanji lets out a breath as Nami gasps. Luffy purses his lips.

“But… as long as you fall asleep in a safe place, then even if you die, you’ll just wake up there again, right?” he asks.

You fix him with a look, before letting out a helpless laugh.

“Yeah, something like that. The only thing is — when you’re working for the big-bads, they tend to make sure you only ever fall asleep somewhere they can get their hands back on you.”

“But you’re with us now!” Luffy grins, puffing out his chest, “so we’ll make sure you stay alive without having to uh — die first. Good?”

Others might only see childish innocence in his words, but you can see the absolute certainty he evokes in the rest of his crew. And that, more than anything else, makes you believe him.

You let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah, okay.”

Zoro grunts as he gets up from the table, stalking off without another word. Nami sighs, watching him go before rolling her eyes and going after him.

Sanji strikes a match and lights up a new cigarette.

“Let him be. He was real beat up after seeing you —” Sanji dips his head, “well, you know. And he’s not what you’d call super in touch with his emotions, I think.”

He shoots you a good-natured wink.

You laugh, a tired, rubbed-raw sound, nodding.

“Yeah. I know.”

Sanji taps off a bit of ash and leans forward, “So — what’s the story?”

“What makes you think there’s a story?”

Sanji blows out a series of smoke rings before reaching over to refill your glass, “Mosshead’s not exactly known for makin’ friends wherever he goes, if you know what I mean,” he slides you smile before continuing, “so if he’s this —” Sanji pauses to cast about for a proper word, “attached… to someone, I figured there’s just gotta be a story, right love?”

You sigh, nodding as you take a long sip of your drink, savoring the coolness as it slides down your throat.

“You’re right… there is a story. But I’m not sure it matters much anymore. We’re both…” you look down at your hands, pale and pink in the fading firelight, “not the kids we used to be.”

Sanji shrugs, “Neither is any of us,” he coaxes, voice gentle, “but that doesn’t mean the kids that we were don’t matter any more.”

You nod, finally allowing the warmth of the fire to wash over you as you sit back in your chair.

“Alright then — it was a long time ago but… we grew up in the same village…”

— — —

“Hey — where’re you going?” Nami catches up with Zoro just beneath the main deck, the hallway scattered with pinpricks of light, seeping in through the cracks in the planks above.

Zoro spins around, his shoulders hunched.

“To be alone.”

Nami sighs, stopping a few steps short of him.

“What’s with you? Aren’t you happy that your — your friend is alive?”

Zoro bears down on Nami, his eyes flashing.

“I don’t trust her — what if it’s not her? What if it’s a —” he waves a hand through the thickening darkness between them, “an imposter?”

Nami’s eyebrows kick up, “What, finally get your hands on a dictionary in Mag Mell?”

“Fuck you.”

Nami laughs, folding her arms as she leans up against the darkened hallway wall.

“Fine, you don’t trust her — but what else can we do? Leave her here for Crocodile and the rest of Baroque Works to catch up to her?”

Zoro tsks, turning around to pace the length of the hallway, every muscle in his body feeling tight and wrung out.

“Wouldn’t matter much — she can’t die remember?”

“Yes, she can,” Nami says, her words harsh enough to stun Zoro still. She stalks up to him, her eyes blazing in the imminent dark. “You’ve almost died once — tell me, was it a pleasant experience?”

A muscle ticks in Zoro’s jaw, but he keeps his mouth clamped shut.

He remembers it in pieces, in fever-break moments and mind-numbing delusions. He remembers the bone-deep ache that had seemed to permeate every inch of his body, of the dull pounding in his head as he tried to piece together what his crewmates were saying to him, sitting by his bedside. He’d known they were there, but he’d couldn’t let them know, couldn’t force him limbs to move the way he wanted.

It had been nothing short of agony.

“Look, I’m not asking you to trust her but at least think — think about the life she would’ve led in Baroque Works. What they might’ve made her do if they knew that every time she died, she’d just wake up in the last place she fell asleep.”

Like this, Nami’s voice is soft, almost silken. A spate of unease slithers down Zoro’s spine.

Zoro stares down at her. It hadn’t been so long ago that he’d regarded Nami with the same kind of vague distrust.

“Think for a second, about the suicide missions they would’ve made her take.”

Those words ring through Zoro like a death knell, and he takes half a step back, his head spinning with the implications. She’s right, he hadn’t thought of the life you’d led; he’d been so caught up on the vast dissonance between the person you were and the person you'd become. He’d been so tangled in his own feelings of shame and anger that he hadn’t paused to think.

Nami sighs and takes a few more steps back.

“I mean. You heard her — just because dying is easy, that doesn’t make it painless.”

“I just —” Zoro closes his eyes, letting a clenched fist thump softly against the wall beside him. A terrible, hot prickling sensation is working its way up the back of his throat, constricting his airways. He swallows hard around it before turning to look at Nami once more.

“I just can’t stand the thought of losing her again.”

Nami lets out a breathy laugh, bobbing her head once. There’s still a steely light to her eyes, but her voice when she finally does speak is soft —

“Then make sure it doesn’t happen again. I mean, what are those three swords for anyway?”

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koyagifs · 27 days ago

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tiktoks you post

hongjoong:

date gone wrong | smooth criminal | smb |

seonghwa:

lalala ft. wy | matching pjs ft. yh | emergency

yunho:

thot shit | she will | roc steady ft. mg | 3 am things ft mg

yeosang:

disco | dancing in the rain | maps

san:

flower picking | igloo | san only did it for yn

mingi:

boogie | sticky | it was yn idea

wooyoung:

gangman style ft. mg| peekaboo ft. yh | tyla

jongho:

die with a smile | hskt | hey

solos:

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just-nc-tea · 4 months ago

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COMING TO YOU THIS SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 16th 2025 ⤷ READ HERE

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hello ⭑.ᐟ I have many words to say about fake dating hockeyplayer!Jake. About 65.000 ish words to be exact. I tried uploading it in one piece but tumblr won't let me :(

SO! I wanted to ask if you all have any preferences? I know tumblr is mainly used for short form reading so yeah :)

(Yes again lmao. I am kinda unsure how to do tumblr but I would love for people to see the fit, cause I am invested)

if this sounded interesting to you check out the rest of the series ⭑.ᐟ

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nichoswag · 2 years ago

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I requested the K one shot and you did so well!!!! Thank you for bringing my idea to life. I love it! ♡

Can I request another one for when you have the time please? Maybe a Nicho one where you are visiting him in the practice room. So after practice, you two sit quietly in the corner, just chatting and being all cute together. Like soft pda etc. Then the members see you, and as the younger ones go to tease you, Fuma stops them and tells them to let you be. Just some pure FLUFF.

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cute . nicholas

pairing: bf!nicholas x gn reader

warnings: pda, kissing, reader gets flustered, teasing, use of petnames (literally just babe one time), heavy tooth rotting fluff, this is literally awful i'm so sorry

song rec: sure thing - miguel

a/n: i love spoiling my anons ♡ thank you sm for the kind words and for enjoying my work, that makes me happy! sorry if this is not my best work, i haven't had motivation to write much these past few days. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy this !!

you nearly trip out of excitement on your way to the practice room. it's been nearly a week since you lasr saw your boyfriend, as his group has been practicing hard every day for their upcoming first comeback.

however, nicholas informed you that the group was almost done practicing for the day, and you offered for him to stay the night at your place. he happily agreed, immediately texting his manager to pick him up from your place in the morning.

now, you're visiting the guys after practice and then bringing your boyfriend home with you. you open the door to the room and enter, seeing the guys coming to the end of the choreography for "road not taken."

you make your way over to the couch in the corner, careful not to disrupt them. sitting down, you take the water bottles out of your bag and set them out on the coffee table in front of you. you then watch patiently as the day of practice comes to an end.

after practice ends, your boyfriend makes his way to you. "nicho!" you call, happy to finally be able to talk to him. he sits next to you and leans in for a hug, however you pull away from him. "you're all sweaty. here." you hand him a hand towel from your bag.

"thanks babe." he smiles, wiping the sweat dripping down his face. he presses a kiss to your cheek, and you blush furiously.

your phone chimes. you check the notification and turn back to nicholas. "i ordered takeout for you guys, that was the notification that it's been delivered."

he calls out to the guys, asking them to get the food. k, harua and taki go to get it together.

you both sit and talk for a few minutes, waiting for the food. you begin to notice how tired nicho looks. "yixi, do you wanna take a nap on my lap for a bit?"

he looks taken aback, never having been asked that before. "how cute," he mumbles.

"huh? i didn't hear you."

"i said, just until the food gets here."

he lies down on your lap, and you play with his hair as he falls asleep.

a few minutes later, the members burst through the door with the takeout bags, startling your boyfriend awake. you giggle as he jumps off the couch. embarassed, he sits back down, laughing with you.

"ew," harua says from afar as you both kiss, quiet enough for only the guys to hear. "they're literally disgusting."

"oh, hush," fuma says. "don't tease them, they're in love. it's adorable."

"they're so cute," k agrees.

as long as you're both happy.

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channieskies · 2 years ago

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NEON&VELVET,HHJ [PART ONE]

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x AFAB|Reader

Synopsis: Considered one of the most exclusive clubs in Seoul, some place only the elite are privy to. Hyunjin, one of the top members of the club, has a chance meeting with someone from his past.

Genre: [Eventual] Smut, Acquaintances to lovers

Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. ⚠️ NSFW warnings are under the cut.

Word Count: 7,000+ [Reading time: ~32 minutes]

MINORS DNI

There was no name above the door, just a red, neon, bar of light. Two huge guards were posted out front, and anyone curious enough to try and enter without an invitation might meet their wrath. No one went in without an invitation. There were rumors around town about the people who frequented this place, but no one knew what it really was or how it came to be. Politicians, all types of celebrities, the filthy rich, they all were clientele of this unknown place, but no one was ever lucky enough to catch a glimpse of anyone coming in or going out.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

NSFW Warnings⚠️: Model!Hyunjin, Dancer!Reader, Mentions of orgies, mentions of bdsm, slight alcohol usage, mentions of being high and drunk (neither of them are actually intoxicated), dry humping, mentions of exhibitionism, slight impact play (just a couple butt smacks, nothing crazy), fingering (not really), Reader is implied to curvier

A.N: Multiple POV changes (usually indicated by a *)

Chapter One: Sight

He watched as bodies gyrated against others, hands touched bare skin, lips crashed against one another. He sat, legs spread, the first few buttons of his silk shirt undone, his body relaxed against the black, velvet cushions on the couch.

The energy was electric and contagious, there was nothing like the view from the owner's suite. He could hear the moans and groans of his friend who were scattered around the room. Many of them were indistinguishable from whatever body they were pleasing or being pleased by.

There had been many who propositioned him, but he seemed to turn down every single last attempt. He was looking for something special. What that was, though, he probably couldn’t articulate, but he knew it wasn’t what was being offered.

Plus, he could get his dick wet anywhere. It didn't need to be here. He closed his eyes, just taking in the atmosphere. He could hear the soft moans of pleasure that were masked under the sensual music being played throughout the club. The room should have reaked pure sex, but the scent being copiously pumped through the ac covered almost all of it.

He wanted to partake, that was his reason for coming here in the first place. But when it came to things of an intimate nature he just couldn’t give himself to anyone. Not when he knew that someone was out there that was made just for him. His perfect partner. His soul mate.

He was a private man, and although this place was not only discrete, but secure, he didn’t want to just fuck anybody. His morals wouldn’t let him go completely wild the way he wanted to. He was a hopelessly hopeless romantic.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed his hands over his trousers. He longed to feel the soft touch of a woman, to hear her purr in his ear as he pleasured her. Just the thought had him straining against his pants.

The music shifted, making him stir. He sat up and the lights changed, the warm hue of the room becoming cold as the light turned down on the stage below.

Some eyes turned towards the stage, at least the ones that weren’t focused so much on a partner or party. The curtains slid open, revealing a lone pole in the center of the stage. His brow twitched as his interests peaked.

He had been fortunate to travel the world and experience many things, but one thing he secretly loved was going to burlesque and strip shows, just to see how they varied from place to place.

There was no intro or announcement, the seemingly young woman just sauntered onto the stage, dragging a long, tulle and fur lined robe behind her. He put his hand up, letting the waiter know to bring him another drink, but he didn’t take his eyes off the stage.

She dropped the robe to reveal the intricately detailed lingerie she had underneath. The nude panels on her panties were trimmed with black lace, the lace garters kept her stockings high.

He trailed down her legs to notice how her stocking gripped her thighs. The six inch heels she had on her feet, giving her the illusion of legs that went onnfor days. Every single thing was in place, every detail looked perfect on her. He leaned forward in his seat, his elbows now on his knees. His long fingers were clasped together as he leaned his chin on the back of his hands; she had all of his attention now.

She grabbed the pole and walked around it, a small smile on her face. That smile sparked a small glimpse of a memory, he had seen this woman before. His brows knit together as he tried his best to figure out where, exactly. There was something that stuck out to him about her, her unwavering confidence. She'd had it since she walked out in stage.

As she started to dance, he started to narrow it down. He had seen a veriation of these moves before. “I can’t believe they got her to come from France for this. Amazing, isn’t she?” The waiter complimented as he sat the drink down in front of the man who seemed to be in awe of the dancer. That's when it dawned on him.

How could he forget? He had met her once before after her burlesque show in France. It stuck out to him because she wasn’t from there and her French wasn’t that good, to put it kindly. But she was a brilliant preformer. Plus her beauty was unmatched, and he had been in the company of sought-after models at the time. She put them to shame.

He put his drink to his lips as a smile formed. He didn’t think it was possible, she looked even better than she did a few years ago. She had filled out a little more and had a healthy weight and glow on her. She wore the clothes now, they no longer wore her. She stuck out now in the best way possible. She was a star then, but now she was the sun.

He kept his eyes on her, they hadn’t left her since she went on stage. She climbed the pole then pushed her legs out diagonal to it, before splitting them into a ‘v’. Her mouth was agape, face and body oozing sensuality and confidence. He couldn't look away, even if he wanted to.

You could feel the burning stare of someone in the crowd, but that was something you had gotten used to over the years. The thing was, you just couldn’t pinpoint where exactly the stare was coming from. You held the pole as you rolled your body down, free hand traveling down your torso to settle over your heat.

Looking out over the piles of people having a go at pleasing each other, but most seemed too preoccupied to notice little old you. You continued on with the routine, climbing the pole once again to do an aeriel invert, the pole turning, helping you with your search.

The hairs on your right arm stood up. The stare seemed to be coming from that side of the room. At least someone was paying attention. Sliding down and off the pole, you crawled on the floor towards that side to get a better look, but still couldn’t see anyone who was looking hard enough to where you could feel their eyes on you.

You shook it off, you didn’t have time to wonder, you were there for work after all. You gave a nod to your manager who stood at the side of the stage, letting her know you were ready for the next prop. Just like that the stage crew was closing the curtain to reset the stage and pull out your next prop.

His body went cold, his face stiffened in panic. Was that it? He sighed, sitting back in his seat, disappointed. He was hoping he could see more of her, seeing that it had been a while since he had last been graced by her impeccable stage presence. She was more than okay for a newbie back then. But by the looks of it, she had trained over the last few years. She deserved to be praised for her performance, awarded even.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the few strands that feel out of place, back. He hadn't even noticed how hard he had become, he was distracted. He ran his hand over the bulge in his pants, she was having an effect on him and she hadn’t even done that much. If only he could have seen her up close.

The annoyance had set it. He wanted- no he needed to see more. The room had become dry to him. The girl just a few steps away from him who was enjoying his friend, her moans had become irksome when just a few minutes ago he seemed to enjoy them. He got up, fixing himself to try and hide the very obvious bunching in his trousers.

Just as he was about to go relieve his current affliction, the curtains opened again. He opted to stay standing, making his way towards the large, tinted, picture window that framed the owners suite. He leaned an arm against it as he peered down towards the stage. There she was again, this time in a change of outfit. The lights showered her in their glow, making her encrusted bodice and the copious amounts of body glitter on her sparkle.

The little flecks of iridescent blue and gold went perfectly with the cream colored corset. Her skirt was made of ostrich feathers and didn’t go any further than the tops of her thighs. She was perched in the center of a glimmering, gold, crescent moon that hung from the catwalk above. It was situated in a pool of aqua blue liquid that also seemed to sparkle a bit too.

Once again he found himself to be entranced by her. Pulled in by her presence. She began by dipping her pointed toes in the liquid, flicking it towards the side of the stage. That same leg pointed out towards the crowd as she turned her body with it.

When her body faced outwards, she dipped both feet in before kicking her legs into full split, water splashing everywhere. He watched with laser focus, as if trying to commit the routine to memory.

She splashed back and forth through the water until she was completely soaked. She shed bits of her costume throughout the performance and now she was down to her corset and thong. It was close to the climax of the act, she had few more moves before she could finally retire for the night.

She sat on the crescent, hands on the pull away part of the corset, sitting mermaid style. She waited a beat before she pulled, exposing her round breasts. Her nipples were covered by pasties made of the same jewels as her corset.

She dipped her body into the water, and came up slow, her body glistening with what could now be seen as glitter from the water as larger chunks of it rained from the sky. She raised both her hands above her head as she posed, the song ended just on time.

She got a few claps from the ones who just so happened to be paying attention, but the reaction was disheartening to say the least. She kept a smile on, despite feeling a little down that only a handful of people really paid attention.

Once the curtain closed her hands fell along with her smile. “Good job.” Her manager clapped as she walked up to help her out the pool. She tucked her tablet under her arm as she extended her hand.

“Oh please, Jinee. Save that for the six people who watched. The rest of the room didn’t even know I was there.” The hurt could be heard in her voice as she stepped down. A robe was quickly thrown over her shoulders to aid her in drying off.

“Six and a half, I saw a guy only half paying attention while he was giving head, if that counts.” The preformer groaned, walking away from the other woman. “I was joking! It was a joke.” Jinee called after her, only for it to fall on deaf ears.

Chapter Two: Opulent

The hustle and bustle backstage made you stop in your tracks. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was no one who looked remotely like you back there, you would have forgotten you weren't back home in France. “Where are we going again?”

Jinee perked up, “To the dressing room, then to the owners box. Someone up there was so awed by your performance that they wanted to meet you.” She plastered on a big smile.

“I was hoping to go back to the hotel-”

Jinee waved you off, “You will, don’t worry. We just need to say a quick ‘hello’, let them praise you for your great show and then we are out of here. Okay?” Jinee nodded hoping it would get the you to go along with her plan.

“Fine. But I will walk out if we aren’t out of here in thirty.”

Your manager gave you a thumbs up. “You got it dude.”

Jinee was a liar. As soon as you both got back to the dressing room she handed you the lingerie from earlier and told you to put it on, heels and all. If it wasn’t for the room being the size of a child's shoebox, you were sure you would have fought her right then and there.

She thankfully gave you time to de-glitter your body and take a shower. You put in you best efforts to stall for time, really dreading having to mingle, keeping up your fake persona after putting on a severely overlooked performance. You reapplied your makeup and blew dry and fixed your hair, leaving it down. You were far too tired to try and tackle that task. At least you'd look the part even if you didn't feel like playing it.

Now you were standing outside the double doors of the Owners suite. The tall wooden doors had ornate gold details all over it, the knobs also had the golden detail on it and looked as if it’d take two hands to open. A large guard stood next to it, stone faced. He towered over you two, but that didn’t scare Jinee one bit. She wasn’t one to scare easily.

She was impatient, tapping her foot, arms crossed over her chest. She just wanted to get this over with. Jinee spoke in Korean to the guard and all he did was simply move to the side and open the door for them. “Enjoy.” He spoke in plain English making the manager scoff and deadpan.

“Well to hell with my Korean, hm? He made me pull out my rusty skills for him to speak English? Not fair.” She pouted, causing you to chuckle.

“Your face was priceless though. When that realization hit….” She laughed a little harder, not noticing your words trail off. She nearly bumped into as you stopped abruptly.

The lounge for the owners suite was glamorous. The flooring was a cream color with big black diamonds that had smaller diamonds inside of them. The walls had a matte black wainscoting with little flecks of gold glitter in it. The sofas were a plush, tufted, black velvet, decorated with fluffy cream colored pillows. Larger pillows were strewn across the floor for use if anyone needed them.

There were rounded, gold, and black chandeliers that hung from the ceiling with crystals that seemed to float from the ends. The bar had a golden glow to it, it seemed to be lined with lights that popped off the black surface. Even the shelves that were lined with bottles seemed expensive with its golden accents.

The room reeked of sex, opulence, and hotel grade scenting being pumped into the large space. “Oh sweet baby Jesus…” Jinee grabbed your hand as she tried to contain her very obvious shock. There was an orgy taking place in the middle of the room. But this was nothing like the one outside. There was a girl suspended from the ceiling in the middle of it, spread wide, gagged and bound while countless others ravaged her exposed body. Hands, mouths, other apengades, and tongues everywhere.

This was where you were assuming all of the top stars were.

You looked to your friend in complete and utter shock. Jinee, who was born in the states, was just as shocked about these findings as you were. Though she frequented her parents' home country a lot as a child, her Korean being barely conversational, she could still recognize a few of the faces in the room. “What the actual fuck, Kim Jinee?” Your eyes were wide, even Jinee didn’t know exactly how to respond.

Downstairs seemed tame in comparison.

This was beyond a culture shock, this was something new and entirely different. All you could do was shake your head while trying to back out of the room. But your manager held your hand tightly while shaking her head wildly. “We-we can’t go yet. Let's just meet him and get-” She stopped mid sentence as a hand snaked around her shoulder.

“I’ve never seen you-” The man hiccupped, his breath smelling of alcohol and cigarettes. Jinee looked as if she would vomit. He leaned his full weight on the small girl, lips and tongue already on her neck, her eyes cried out for help. You were frozen in fear for your friend, grip on her hand tightening as you were about to pull her away. You had to escape.

“Leave.” As she was just about to be pulled away from you, an almost light, honeyed voice interrupted. The man seemed to quickly sober up as he bowed quickly, running away as if he had seen a ghost.

You caught your friend as her knees buckled. Jinee was shaking, she had never been approached that aggressively. “Thank you.” You spoke for your friend as she composed herself. He nodded and lifted his hand, it honestly looked as if someone emerged from the shadows. He spoke something to them in hushed Korean tones and they nodded.

“She is going to take your friend and help her calm down.” Before you could protest Jinee was being whisked off by the lady in black, her hand being pulled from your grip. “Wa-” You spoke, but it was too late.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?” Your friend had just been assaulted by bad breath and aggressive, non-consensual behavior, and you were supposed to just let her be?

“She’ll be taken care of, I promise.”

“I-I’m sorry- but sir, I don’t know you or the person who just took her away. I would like to have my friend back so we can leave as soon as possible, thank you.” You huffed, but it only garnered an open-mouthed smirk from the man, the tip of his tongue jutting out between hip lips.

You were so flustered by the events and environment, that you hadn’t even had a chance to look at the stranger who possibly saved your friend's life. Because whether or not he saved her had still had yet to be determined, in your mind.

“Hyunjin.” He spoke, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Hyun- what? What is that?” You were desperately looking around to see if anyone else was hiding in the shadows, but it was purposely dark in the room. Self consciously holding yourself, making yourself small as to not be noticed by anyone. One small personal space violation was enough for one night.

“My name, it’s Hyunjin. So, now you know me.”

You stopped your search to look at him, “Like hell I do. All that means is that I know your name. That's all.”

His smile grew, “Tell me your name and It’ll make it even.”

Your eyes were back to wandering the room. They lit up as you spotted her friend who was being given water and a place to sit. “De la Rue. Rosalie De la Rue” You spoke without putting much thought into it. This was work, so why not use your stage name?

“Your real name.”

You sighed, ignoring him. “Thank you for your kindness.” That was one of the few things Jinee had taught you to say in Korean, other than a few quick phrases like ‘Where is the bathroom?’, ‘Is this spicy?’ or 'I'm not a prostitute.' Which you needed more often than not.

You were about to leave him standing there when he spoke again, “Didn’t you both come up here for a reason?” You paused at his inquiry, closing your eyes and sighing. Fuck. You thought before turning on your heels.

“You wouldn’t happen to know who called for us, would you?” The corners of your lips curled up as you tried to smile, despite feeling your agitation beginning to increase.

He nodded, sly smirk curling at the corners of his mouth, that damned tongue poking out once again. “I did.”

Your shoulders slumped ever so lightly before straightening out your posture. You regained your composure and put a smile on your face. Performance mode was activated. “I’m so sorry if I came off as rude, sir. I’m just worried about my friend. You understand, right?” You stepped a little closer to him, placing a hand on his bicep. “It’s nice to meet you Hyunjin.”

You extended your other hand to him, only for him to take it and gently kiss the back of it. "Though it may be a pleasure, this isn't our first encounter… Rosalie." You tilted your head, confusion written all over your face.

"It isn't?" You finally took the chance to study his face, only having gotten glances before. He looked as if he stepped right out of some josei manga. Almost princely in a way. Too pretty to be real.

His brows were slightly square but curved and tapered at the end, manicured to fit his face perfectly. His eyes initially came off as cold and sharp, but the longer you looked the more you noticed how they sparkled with warmth, giving the impression that underneath it all, he was kind.

He had a beautifully shaped face, with soft but sharp features. His nose bridge was elevated, something that many people wish they had. His lips were undeniably kissable, pouty and smooth. Perfect. His hair was long and full, it seemed to shine even under the purposely dark lighting of the room.

You'd remember this face if you saw it. "I looked a bit different then. Much skinnier, but my face was fuller, shorter hair…" He trailed off, leaving you to think about it. The image of this lanky model popped into your mind. You met him backstage when you were just apart of an opening act. But it couldn’t be. Could it?

"The model… Chloe's model friend?"

His lip twitched and pulled into a smirk, "So you do remember." You could hear the relief in his voice.

It all came flooding back to you. "Oh wow you do look…" Your eyes scanned over his body. His chest was out from the buttons he had undone. The thin silver chain on his neck glistened under the dim, amber lighting.

The silk shirt he wore hung slightly at the back and sides while the front was tucked into his pants, despite being slightly unbuttoned at the top and bottom. It had a silky, crocodile-like material, and even in this dim light you could make out the defined abs he had beneath it.

Your eyes traveled down his long legs adorned by black slacks, to his bare ankles, and most notably his Versace derby shoes. You chuckled, he had changed quite a bit from what you could remember. Especially his style. Though his looks had always been striking, he definitely stuck out more now than he did then.

“....Different… “ You nodded, realizing that you’d been staring for way too long. He studied your face, your eyes darted around, looking any way but in his direction.

“I hope that different is a good different…”

Your eyes finally settled on his, but you quickly looked away. “Yeah..most.. definitely.”

You swallowed hard, so hard that even with all the sounds that were going around in the room it could still be heard. He leaned in close as if he was going to reveal a secret. His scent encapsulated you, the warm, vanilla and rose scent danced its way into your nostrils. You let out a soft moan, almost incapable of holding it back.

He chuckled lightly, “Don’t be nervous, just pretend like we're old friends.” His voice seemed sweeter than it already was. Like it was drenched in chocolate and honey, and that confused you. Your senses were already in overload from the things going on that surrounded the both of you. From his scent to his attire that fit his perfect body, to the sound of his voice, it was all sending your mind into overdrive.

“Friends…”

If you knew one thing, you didn’t want any friends that looked like him. That could prove dangerous, for both of you.

Chapter Three: Expectation

“Old friends, seeing that we met years ago at this point.” He nodded, “Unless, you want to remain strangers.” He tilted his head a bit, hair falling in front of his eyes, a small grin on his face, and that stupid tongue of his making itself known. Since you had gotten here, he hadn’t stopped smiling. Something about your presence kept his lips curled up into a smile

“No, no. I could use a friend.” You looked over in the direction Jinee was in, only to see her chatting it up with some random, shredded, shirtless, actor looking guy. You groaned, rolling your eyes. You were never leaving this place.

“Care to sit? It looks like you will be here for a while.” You nodded only to immediately shake your head no.

You leaned in. It was your turn to tell a secret. “People have sex on these couches.” He laughed out loud, causing a few of those people to look at him strangely.

“They do. But not on the one I was sitting on.” He whispered back, sending chills up your spine. He put his hand out for you to take it, and surprisingly, you did. More out of fear of being swept up in all that was going on.

You both took a seat on the couch he had previously occupied. You scooted close unknowingly, just to avoid the scene that was taking place too close to your feet. His arm was on the back of the sofa, legs spread wide but comfortably.

“I sense that you don’t frequent places like this.”

Heat creeped to your cheeks, “Is it that obvious?”

He nodded, “It’s not a bad thing, so don’t worry. You could be like me, frequenting, but not taking part in anything.” Your brows knit into a frown.

“So you watch, but you don’t play…” You looked around, “Are you a masochist? Because that sounds… and looks like torture.” Your eyes darted towards his crotch, just to dart away just as quickly. You caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants and immediately felt embarrassed about it.

“Some days it's bad, some days I’m okay. I was okay today until someone decided to perform.” You looked shocked. At least someone liked your performance. That brought your total up to one person.

“You are great on stage. There is a magnetism about you, I couldn’t look away.” You accidentally looked into his eyes as he spoke. They looked like endless pools of dark, rich coffee. Hypnotizing. You felt like you were trapped in the spider's web, and anything he asked you to do, you'd be compelled to do it.

"Thank you.. is that what you wanted us to come up here for?" Your voice was soft, somewhat nervous. He almost couldn't hear you. But the way he stared intently at your lips helped him to decipher quickly what you were saying.

"No, I wanted to see you up close.” His eyes traveled down your body, then back up again. Taking in every curve and dip of your smooth skin. “To see if you were just as beautiful as I remember.” You swallowed hard yet again, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. “You are. It seemed impossible, but you might be even more captivating now.”

You couldn’t knock the nervous feeling you felt. Your cheeks heated up, and you tried to look away, but it seemed like you were glued in place. You couldn’t run. “Th-thank you.” Your eyes finally peeled away, but they immediately went straight to his crotch once again.

You groaned, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. His voice alone was enough to flood your basement. Him being this complimentary was making things far worse. “Get yourself together, Y/n.”

Your tone was hushed, but his ears perked up at the unknowing admission. “So that’s your name.”

You looked up, not realizing you had said it aloud, “Ah- yeah.” You nodded. You tried your best to keep work and personal life separated. You were Rosalie on stage, and Y/n any other time you weren't working. Which wasn't often these days, you were constantly working.

He couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Y/n.” Your name oozed off his lips like the empitomization of sex. It sounded a lot more erotic than anyone had ever made it sound. “It’s pretty. Fitting.”

You looked away and murmured a big ‘Oh my gosh,’ but turned back to him, trying to make herself seem unphased.

“Thank you. I try to keep up with appearances, so I usually use my stage name in situations like this. But I guess because you're familiar. A friend of a friend of sorts.. I guess it just slipped out…...” You started to ramble, “So yeah, is it hot in here to you?” You reached down to fan yourself with your shirt, forgetting you didn’t have one on. You were sitting here next to this fully clothed man in just your skivvies.

Once again, he waved his hand in the air, and someone appeared, “Ice.” The waitress nodded and quickly went to retrieve what he requested. “Here, let me help.” He leaned in, his scent intoxicating you once more as he gently pulled your hair into a ponytail. He used his free hand to help you fan, not knowing he was the very reason you were hot in the first place.

“That’s sweet of you, thank you.” Your body heated up more from his kind gesture. The waiter came quickly with a cup of ice, handing it to Hyunjin.

“May I?” You seemed apprehensive at first, “I’m just trying to help, I promise.” You took a deep breath and nodded. “Hold this.” He handed you the ponytail of hair he was holding. You regretted the extra long extensions you had gotten.

He put his hand on your shoulder, indicating that he wanted you to turn, you did. He started with your neck, placing a finger where he was going to put it so you wouldn’t be alarmed. The cold ice touched the bare skin of your neck, sending chills down your spine. Your back arched, making you sit up straight, not that you were slouching.

Drips of cool water made their way down your back, getting caught in the lace of your bra. He watched carefully at the way you reacted. They way the little hairs of your neck and arms stood up when your skin came in contact with the frozen cube. The low hums you gave in approval. Even the way you bit your lip to stop any other noises from escaping.

He wondered what you would sound like in the throws of passion. Your little whimpers and moans from your conversation had him on edge. He was trying to keep a cool head about it himself, but you were really making that a hard task for him.

He had become a painter with the frozen water. It was his brush, and you were his canvas. He slid it across your neck, back, and shoulders, watching it quickly melt down your hot skin. He longed to kiss the places he had just touched. A soft hum turned into a moan, his eyes darting to your parted lips. Your eyes were closed as you focused on cooling off.

Your eyes shot open as you felt him blow on your wet skin, yet another moan slipping from your mouth. He fell deaf to the rest of the room. All he could hear was you. Your breaths, moans, whimpers, and even your breathy sighs were all that filled his ears.

The last bit of ice in his hand had all melted away. He traced down your arms with his fingertips, a trail of goosebumps following his every move. “More?” His lips were mere inches from your ear lobe, his voice deep with lust, sounding amplified. You didn’t know what came over you, but you nodded, wanting more of whatever he was willing to give.

He reached for another piece of ice, then pulled you into him. “Let's cool off the front too, yeah?” Your teeth had a tight grip on your bottom lip, and you nodded in agreement to that as well. This block was much bigger. He was thankful for that. Not for his frosty fingertips, but for the fact it would take a little longer to melt.

His fingers wrapped around your neck gently as he leaned your head back on his shoulder. Without a warning, he placed the ice on your collarbone, swiping it from one side and slowly to the other. He watched as the liquid trailed down your buxom bosom and in between the valley of it. Wishing briefly he could be a droplet.

The delicious sound of your moan filled his ears, prompting him to groan in response. He was painfully erect at this point. He needed a release. But that wasn’t going to stop him from making sure you were nice and cool. He had dedicated himself to that task. He once again started to blow on your skin. Watching the way your chest quickly rose and fell.

You sifted, squirming in your seat, pressing your thighs together to get any type of relief you could. You could feel your wetness growing, and it wasn’t from the ice. The stickiness between your legs was making you a tad bit uncomfortable, so you moved a little more to resituate yourself, your hand landing on his muscular thigh.

One would think that by making that mistake, would prompt you to move your hand, but it didn’t. You kept it there, turning your head ever so slightly to look at him through half lidded eyes. He focused on you initially, but his eyes quickly moved to your plump lips, which made him bite down on his own.

“Y/n…” The way he breathed your name made you whimper, “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay-” He could barely get the words out before your lips were on his. You turned your body around and pushed his back against the plush fabric, caught between the arm and the back of the sofa.

Your knee landed between his long legs while your other leg was planted on the floor. One of your hands roamed over his chest, that silky material the only border between your and his hard pecs. “Fuck…” He whispered against your lips, his hands moving up to your waist, pulling you down onto his lap.

He wanted to be a gentleman, but everything in him was screaming for him to take you right there on that couch in front of the whole V.I.P. section, including your little friend. But he also didn’t want this to be some flashy one night stand that you’d have and soon forget about. No, he wanted this to be something you’d reflect on fondly.

You straddled his waist, your hands now in what used to be his perfectly coiffed hair. The heat you felt in your core was growing exponentially between the both of you. You pulled back, biting on his bottom lip, eliciting a moan from his lips. You felt drunk, though you hadn’t had a sip of anything but water in the last few hours.

Was it him that had you feeling intoxicated? Or was it the room and the sexually charged atmosphere? You didn’t know. But it was clear that you needed him tonight. Needed to release all that was pint up since you strolled into this out there club.

Chapter Four: Eyes

You wanted to hear that sound again, the sound of his moan. You settled your hips over his, pressed down, and rolled your hips. Your lips were now on his long, thick neck, kissing and biting, leaving little marks behind.

His hands couldn’t help themselves. They had found their way underneath the straps of your garter belt. He was palming your bottom. He leaned his head back, letting out a loud moan as your hips rolled over his crotch. Any self-restraint he felt was being heavily tested at the moment.

"Damn, I don't think you know how sexy you look when you do that." Hyunjin was a masterpiece in your eyes. There was beauty in everything he did, even moan. Your brow arched as you did it again, just to see if you got a rise out of him. You did. He was reacting to every little thing you did.

It was like an open invitation to nibble on his neck. You leaned in and licked straight down the middle of his neck while your fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. You wanted to see more of him, more of his perfect skin.

His mind felt hazy. He felt as if he had been holding his breath all this time, but he finally got a chance to breathe in your heavenly scent. You smelled of raspberry with hints of warm vanilla. Your skin was the softest thing he had ever felt, even softer than some of the most expensive fabrics. You were hot to the touch, your body warming him up with it.

He captured your lips again, waiting to taste you once more. One hand moved to the back of your head and the other to your hip. He guided your movements, needing the right type of friction. He could feel your dampness through the layers of clothes separating you. You were soaked. He groaned again, thinking about your slickness against him.

Just the thought was sending him into a spiral. Your lips moved back down to his neck, nipping at his ivory skin, your nails dragging down his chest and over his abs. Your hands stopped at the waistband of his slacks, a finger sliding over the upper hem of it. “Y/n… are you sure you want to do this here?�� Your pupils were blown out. There was no coming back from how high you felt at the moment. You were completely drunk on him. High on lust.

“As good a place as any, right?” You started to unbutton and unzip his pants, “Plus, does it really look like anyone cares about us?” After your performance, you had been conditioned to think that no one was actually concerned about anything other than receiving or giving pleasure. So why would they care about what you were doing to him or vice versa. It didn’t concern anyone but the two of you.

“You’d be surprised.” He grabbed your hands, making you stop, “Let’s go somewhere private.” There was this concern in his voice that made you more agreeable than you would normally be.

“Fine…. since I want to continue this. But, I need to find Jin-.. '' Your eyes landed on your friend who was pint against the wall, getting it from that guy she was tonguing down at the bar. “Yeah, never mind. Let’s go.” She was already partaking in what you hoped you'd get into soon. No need to spoil her fun.

You slid off his lap and stood up. Normally, you had a policy of not going too far from your friends when they met a random person at the club. Fearful that something would happen to your or one of your friends. It was best to stick together. But Jinee was other wise occupied. Plus, there was something about Hyunjin's presence that made you feel secure. Plus, technically, this wasn’t their first encounter, so it should be fine, right?

You'd try and make sure to text her later to let her know you'd left.

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Deep in the heart of one of the most exclusive buildings in Gangnam was a lounge that held the secrets of many of the most influential, powerful, and richest people in Korea. There, hidden behind billowing gold curtains was a door that led down a pathway and into one of the biggest secrets the building had to offer; the location of the secret high flier club.

Y/n hadn’t fully made it out of the long corridor that connected the club to the vip lounge of the apartment building. No, you and Hyunjinwere too engrossed with one another to make another move. Unless said move had to do with your hands on the other's body.

His hands had once again found their way to your ass. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he was so fascinated by it, but he would prematurely say that he loved the way it felt in his hands. He wondered about all the things you liked done to it, if anything at all. He felt a little curious, but he didn’t want to ask, just in case it ruined the mood. He gave it a test smack, watching it jiggle over your shoulder.

You giggled against the skin of his neck. “Having fun?” His cheeks immediately flushed, he quickly hid his shy smile. He had been caught.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Do you…. like that?” You pulled back, away from him.

“Like you getting shy or… having my butt smacked?” His cheeks flushed even more with your words.

“Having your bu- " He shook his head, quickly making the correction, "Having your ass smacked.” He had seen plenty of regular butts. You had an ass. Perfect. Full. Perky.

Your lips curled into a smirk, “You want to find out?”

He groaned, pulling you in by your waist. “I do,” He paused, his hands moving right back to where they rested before. “But first, let’s agree to keep this casual. I know you are only here to visit, and I don’t want either of us to get… caught up.” Meaning, he didn’t want to fall for you, just for you to leave and never come back. You nodded in agreement.

“That’s cool with me. Casual it is.” He kissed your lips to seal the deal, grabbing two handfuls of your butt before smacking both cheeks. You giggled once more, “Can we get to this private place you were talking about? It feels like we are being watched down here.” You had a slight fear of close spaces, and though this was a long corridor, it wasn’t very wide, making you super uncomfortable.

He took your hand and pulled you behind him as you made your way out the doors of the connecting pathway and into the apatment buildings exclusive lounge. There were a few people chatting here and there, but no one of them really seemed to pay either of you any attention as you made your way through. He called for an elevator and pressed you against the sparkling, cream, and gold wall as you waited.

It was something about the way he tilted your head up by lifting your chin with his ring clad index finger. Something about the way his plump lips lingered after giving you a soft kiss on the lips. You nearly missed the ding of the elevator. He picked you up, hands gripping the underside of your thighs. You squealed, quickly adapting and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your back settled against the cool gold-plated walls. He looked away briefly to press the ‘P’ on the elevator. You stared at the glowing button briefly before being pulled back in for a kiss. How could a model afford the penthouse in this very expensive building? You pondered on whether you needed to make a change in careers, but the thoughts dissipated upon feeling his fingers press against the fabric of your underwear.

You let out a delectable moan that coated his ear drums like honey. There were so many nasty thoughts running through his head about what he wanted to do to you, with your consent, of course. Just pressing his appendage against your soaked panties had him willing to get on his knees in the elevator and taste every drop of your sweetness.

He applied a little more pressure, rubbing his thumb in circles over your hardened bud. He looked back to see what floor they were on, and they were approaching their destination quickly. “How are you so damn wet?” His words came out as a growl. He was trying to keep himself under control, but he wanted you bad.

You snaked your hand down and stroked him through his slacks. “Same reason you’ve been like this all night.” He groaned, leaning his head on your shoulder just in time for the elevator to ding again, indicating you had reached his floor.

He let you down and grabbed your hand once again, leading you into the expansive penthouse. You tried not to be shocked about the view, but the place was beautiful. You could see right across the Han river from where you were standing and you were just in the entrance. Your heels clicked on the marble floors of the entry. The floors and walls all shined brightly of the same gold veining through the cream marble. The chandelier reminded you of the ones in the owners lounge, just on a bigger scale.

Truthfully, a lot of the design aspects of this place reminded you of the owner's lounge. Once you were down the three stairs from the foyer, there was an off-white, almost gray carpet with big black triangles in the center. The couches were stark white with black and white pillows over it. The walls were the same color as the carpet, and there were little black and gold details everywhere.

It was honestly on trend with the club, making you wonder just who he was. He noticed the look on your face, “The same person designed my apartment and the club, if that's what you are wondering.”

You chuckled lightly, “I guess my face said it all, huh?”

He turned to you, your hand still in his. “I have a question for you.” You nodded for him to continue. “Where do you want me to fuck you first?”

Read Part Two Here

A.N: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.

[Rewrites, Reposts, and Translations are Prohibited]

Thanks to @infamouskem for all the help and inspiration. If it wasn’t for you, I'd still be stuck on the fluff part, haha 😄

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rikitachiquita · 2 years ago

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bananas for you 🍌 || s. jake

•synopsis: y/n didn't really enjoy science but her crush did. and a silly experiment on bananas might help her with said crush

•genre: oneshot, y/n x jake, highschool au, written (0,5k words) and screenshots

Science was not y/n’s favorite subject. But indeed it was jakes.

Obviously, like a normal teenage girl at school, since her crush liked one subject, she had to like it too. And she also liked having good grades, so studying wasn’t that. Either way, if she ever failed the subject she could ask Jake to tutor her. But that was her secret plan b.

Today was a very fun day, because it was lab-day. They would be doing some type of experiment related to the dna, the topic they were learning lately.

The teacher caught your attention “Ok class, today we are going to extract DNA from bananas” the whole class let out a little gasp, excited to be doing something different than usual.

“But before that, let’s have a brief introduction. Did you know that all bananas share the same dna? They are all clones! and there’s only one type of banana that is eaten in the entire world! That's why they are always endangered: if they get infected by a parasite, they risk extinction. that already happened in the 50s: your great grandparents probably ate a different kind of banana that doesn’t exist anymore because it was infected by the parasite of panama. And it’s possible that we won’t have bananas in 50 years” the teacher explained

“Ok now i’ll make small groups of 4 people to do the experiment”

He made the groups and you ended up with Danielle, your best friend, Heeseung and Jake. jake. your crush. This was going to be fun.

The first step was to take a banana and smash it very well until it was basically liquid.

“Smash the banana” said Heeseung to Jake

“But maybe the girls want to do it. y/n do you want to do it” Jake said

“I don’t but I know Danielle and she can’t wait to do it.” You responded with a smile and gave Danielle a funny look. your best friend seemed very happy that you mentioned that. She quickly took the spoon and started smashing the banana. Heeseung in the meantime, was taking videos to make a report later on.

“Do you know what she is saying?” asked Jake, close to your ear so you were the only one that heard the question. she was referencing to danielle, who was still smashing the banana, while also singing quietly the same part of a song

“Chulo.” you responded

“What?” asked the boy

“Chulo, that one reggaeton song that is really catchy”

“Oh my god I love that song actually” he said smiling fondly. his smile was so pretty that it almost made you mad

“Do you also like reggaeton?” you asked surprised, since he didn’t look like the type of guy to listen to that kind of music.

“Yeah I actually do, surprisingly. You do too, right?”

“Yeah, it fills me with energy, especially in the morning when i don’t feel like getting out of bed” you admitted

“Y/n, we should go to that one cafè place that only puts reggaeton together after school” Jake proposed with a small smile

“That is such a good idea, I can't wait” you responded, blushing.

The experiment was long forgotten

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• author's note: another fruit one shot cause they are so fun, i love them!!!! i did this experiment at school last week, so yeah i had to make this. i hope the science part is actually right 😭 anyways yeonjun being the teacher is so funny to me. check the other fruit one shots!!

#enhypen fic #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smau #enhypen social media au #sim jaeyun #sim jake #sim jake x reader #sim jake fluff #sim jake imagines #sim jake smau #sim jake drabbles #enhypen #enhypen fluff #｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ ray writes

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alastorss · 1 year ago

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hii!, hope you have a nice day<3, could I request alastor with a VERY VERY ticklish reader? with like alastor giving a hug to reader and him figuring out they’re ticklish (and using it to his advantage, fluff too!♡︎)

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Alastor has tried everything he could think of, but your mood still hasn't improved.

He's resorted to the most humiliating scenario imaginable: knocking on Charlie's door and asking for her help while grinding his teeth. For you, he's swallowing his pride.

There's no discernible reason for you to be upset, nor has the Radio Demon been successful in finding a way to make your terrible crying stop.

You might as well plunge your hand into his chest and squeeze his heart until it stills. At least then he wouldn't have to feel this horrible ache just looking at your tears.

"Did you offer them their favourite food?"

"Of course I did."

Charlie thinks for a moment, hand on her chin. The Princess of Hell has a whole whiteboard of ideas going on how to make you feel better.

"How about hot chocolate? Hot chocolate always makes me feel better!"

"I don't think that's quite—"

"Oh! I know! What about singing a song? That always makes us feel better!"

Alastor's head tilts. While that was true, he's not sure the sentiment would exactly carry over.

"I... don't think so, my dear."

Finally, after filling the board with countless ideas and subsequently crossing them off, Charlie sighs and flops onto the couch next to him. "I give up. If only they could be cured with your hugs or something."

"... Hugs?"

Deathly silence fills the air as the Princess stares at him blankly.

"You... did try that, right?"

Alastor's ears twitch in lieu of an answer.

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You've decided to hole up in your room again.

For whatever reason, it annoys Alastor. He hasn't been able to see your face all day, and as ridiculous as it sounds, he's become quite attached to you.

He doesn't bother knocking, instead opting to slip through the crack of your door in shadows and materializing beside your bed with a dimming smile.

You don't seem to stir at his sudden appearance, apparently used to his shenanigans.

"What do you want?" You murmur miserably from under your blankets, which are coiled up around you while you wallow.

"Come now, darling. It's a beautiful day in Hell! Why don't you join me for a stroll?"

He perches himself on the edge of your bed as you groan and pull the sheets tighter to your body.

"Go away, Al."

"Why, you've been absolutely pitiful, my dear. What's gotten you so down?" Reaching over, he peels the blankets away from your face so he can finally look at you.

There's a familiar throbbing ache of his heart when he sees your tears. When you don't answer, he sighs.

"Would a hug help?" He asks, trying not to cringe. He holds his arms open with a shaky smile. You blink at him with wide eyes.

"... Really?"

He hesitates, but then your eyes sparkle with the tiniest bit of wonder and happiness, so he surrenders. "Hurry and come here before I change my mind."

You shuffle across the bed, abandoning all your blankets and pillows in the process. After you've shed the layers, you slot into his arms.

At first he's stiff as a board, awkwardly patting your back. But then you relax in his arms, melting against him. Smile softening, he pulls you closer into his chest and squeezes.

Giggle.

Alastor's eyes fly open. Jerking back, he looks at you in bewilderment.

"Is something wrong?"

"N-No!" You exclaim, slithering away from him.

"Are you... ticklish?" He asks, amused by your flustered expression.

"I'm not!" You lie through your teeth, squirming to put some distance between your bodies.

"Really, now~?"

He suddenly lunges at you, enveloping you again in his hold and purposefully poking at you with his fingers. You burst out into a fit of giggles, writhing to get away from him.

"Al!" You shriek with laughter. Shoving him away, you finally have a moment to catch your breath while you wipe away the tears gathering in your eyes.

Alastor reaches out, gentle this time, thumbs pulling at your smile. He admires it softly. As much as he hates to admit it, just seeing your face lit up fills him with relief.

"That's more like it, darling. Show me your lovely smile."

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senascoop · 2 months ago

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┊ ENHYPEN NSFW LINKS!! ☁︎

pairing: enhypen x female reader . warnings: twt p.rn links . [note: dumping my drafts since I haven't posted in sooooo long] [LIBRARY]

♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

heeseung who wanted nothing more than taking you against a wall after the little joke you made on his ‘d!ck’ being not enough. guess he'll have to show you again—how enough it actually is.

sunghoon believed bad girls deserved punishment. the thing is, how were you any different?

jake hates bad days but he doesn't hate them when bad days bring him another excuse for his pleasure.

jay who loves nothing more than seeing your ass bounce as he thrusts into you, reminding you of who you truly belong to.

sunghoon who can't even hide it when he misses you :(

heeseung who lets you take control and instantly regrets. poor boy never thought you could be so into the role.

jay who makes every night the same. or—when every night is spent making you feel desired.

jake isn't one to shy away, especially when it came to eating you out in the most unusual places—and this time it was the kitchen counter.

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christopherisfoive · 6 days ago

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hi!! I hope ur not getting tired from writing these fics because I haven't requested mine yet 😿 minho + 15 & 1?

☕ order’s up! thank you for the loveliest request—this lee know brew came out strong, slow, and just the right amount of cozy. one bed, late night tension, and a little bit of morning chaos? just what the menu needed. hope it hits the spot ♡

Title: In Step | Pairing: Lee Know x Reader | Prompts: Sharing a bed for the first time , “You’re cold. Come here.” | Setting: Dance crew Airbnb (feat. SKZ as the squad)

The Airbnb looked better in photos.

From the outside, it had charm—ivy trailing the porch, string lights curling around the eaves—but inside, it was just enough space for eight sleep-deprived dancers to trip over each other. Shoes piled near the door, duffel bags lined the hallway, and the living room was already claimed by Felix and Jeongin, both half-buried in blankets like they'd declared war on responsibility.

You’d barely had time to kick off your shoes before Hyunjin tossed you a room key with a grin. His hair was still damp, towel slung around his shoulders, and he didn’t stop walking as he said, “You and Minho are upstairs. Last one on the left.”

You caught the key mid-air, confusion already settling in your gut. “Wait—Minho and I?”

“Only room left,” Felix called out without even looking up, voice muffled by the blanket he was nesting in. “Hyunjin and I claimed the big one before rehearsal even ended.”

“There’s also a closet,” Jeongin added helpfully, peeking out from his cocoon. “It has a water heater and some… suspicious smell.”

You turned toward Minho, who had just finished hanging his jacket by the door. He met your look with his usual unreadable calm, then shrugged. “I don’t mind. It’s one night.”

“It’s three,” you muttered, but you were too tired to argue. After twelve hours of rehearsals and two more of travel, the idea of sleeping anywhere that wasn’t a studio floor felt almost luxurious.

Still, as you climbed the narrow stairs behind Minho, your mind buzzed with the logistics. One room. One bed. With him.

The room itself was... fine. Clean. A little small. Pale walls, wood floors, one window cracked slightly to let in the chilly spring air. The bed was pressed against the far corner under the eaves, comforter neatly folded. Definitely only one.

Minho stepped inside first and set his bag down by the dresser, already pulling off his hoodie like this was any other end to any other night. You lingered in the doorway, fingers still curled around the strap of your duffel.

“This is fine,” he said, glancing over at you. “We’ve slept in worse places.”

“On the studio floor after a 2 a.m. run-through isn’t exactly the same thing.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, stretching one leg out in front of him. “It’s not that deep. I don’t snore, I don’t roll, and I’ll stay on my side.”

You hesitated, still planted near the door like crossing the threshold made this all more real.

“Unless you snore,” he added, glancing back at you. “In which case, I reserve the right to launch a pillow counterattack.”

That broke a reluctant smile from you. “No promises.”

You finally stepped inside and dropped your bag near the wall, the quiet thud of it against the floor sounding far too loud in the small space. Minho didn’t say anything else, just leaned back slightly against the wall, arms draped over his knees, watching you without pressure.

The tension wasn’t overt, but it was there—quiet and unspoken, like static clinging to the edge of every moment. You weren’t close, exactly. You danced well together, spoke in dry banter and the occasional shared look, but something about being alone like this made it all feel sharper, more present.

You cleared your throat and started unzipping your hoodie, not looking at him. “I’m taking the side by the window.”

“Figured you would,” he said. “You don’t like feeling boxed in.”

You paused. “How do you know that?”

His voice stayed casual, but something in his expression shifted—curious, maybe a little amused. “We’ve been dancing together for six months. I notice things.”

You didn't know how to respond to that, so you turned toward the small desk and busied yourself plugging in your phone. Behind you, you could hear the rustle of fabric as Minho stretched out onto his side of the bed. The mattress creaked gently under his weight, and for some reason, that sound made the room feel even smaller.

Downstairs, someone—probably Jisung—let out a loud yell followed by laughter. You could still hear the muffled sound of Felix's playlist through the floorboards, bass thumping in time with your heartbeat.

Minho exhaled behind you. “You coming to bed, or are you planning to stare at the outlet all night?”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips curled upward as you flipped off the light.

Fine. Just a bed.

Just three nights.

Nothing to worry about.

Right?

By the time everyone was showered and semi-functional, Chan had miraculously ordered enough takeout to feed a small army. The kitchen table was too small, so dinner spilled into the living room—blankets, chairs, and floor space claimed like territories in a makeshift warzone.

Minho dropped beside you on the floor, criss-crossed with his plate balanced on his knees. You tried not to react. He didn’t say anything either, just handed you a can of soda and nudged your elbow when you looked at it, like yes, it’s your favorite, and no, I’m not saying it out loud.

Across from you, Hyunjin twirled noodles dramatically onto his fork like he was being filmed. “Is anyone else’s body already shutting down, or am I just built different?”

“You’re dramatic,” Jeongin mumbled through a mouthful of dumpling.

Jisung raised his hand. “My soul left my body at hour five of rehearsal. Everything since then has been autopilot.”

“Speak for yourselves,” Felix said, lounging across the beanbag with two spring rolls in hand. “I’m thriving. I’m going to eat six more of these and then sleep for ten hours.”

Chan was perched on the arm of the couch, flipping through a notepad between bites. “We’re running final stage tech tomorrow, so rest up tonight. Morning call is flexible, but don’t make me chase anyone.”

His gaze settled pointedly on Hyunjin.

“Okay, one time—”

“Three,” Seungmin corrected. “Three times.”

You tuned out the teasing, your attention flicking back to Minho. He ate quietly, methodically, like he always did—focused, clean movements, always oddly elegant even in the most mundane things. When he glanced up and caught you watching, he raised a brow.

“What?” he asked, voice low so it wouldn’t cut across the group noise.

You shook your head. “Nothing.”

He didn’t press. He never did. But the look lingered, just for a second longer than it should have, before he looked back down at his food.

Somewhere in the background, Hyunjin threw a spring roll at Jisung. Jeongin screamed. The soda can in your hand suddenly felt cold again.

The ride back from the venue was loud. Victory always was.

First place. Perfect execution. A stage that buzzed with adrenaline and left your skin warm even now.

The crew filled the van with noise—Jisung blasting music from someone’s Bluetooth speaker, Hyunjin recounting his solo like it was a battle scene, Felix leaning over the back row to braid Jeongin’s hair just to annoy him.

Minho sat next to you, unusually quiet, one hand resting on his knee, the other scrolling through clips of your group performance someone had already uploaded. You caught glimpses of yourself on the screen—your movements, your form, your smile. It was surreal, like watching someone else entirely.

“You were good,” he said quietly.

You blinked. “Huh?”

He didn’t look up from the screen. “The final set. You were clean. You hit every beat.”

It wasn’t much, but from Minho, it was practically a standing ovation. Your chest warmed unexpectedly.

“Thanks,” you murmured.

He nodded once, still not looking at you—but the compliment hung between you like something heavier than the van’s bassline.

By the time you got back to the Airbnb, the house was filled with post-competition haze. Everyone was still buzzing, but bodies moved slower, voices softening like the high had begun to wear off.

Jeongin passed out on the couch face-down, one shoe still on. Hyunjin was in the kitchen eating something leftover from breakfast. Chan gave a low “good work today” to each of you before heading to the room he shared with Jeongin and Felix, door closing behind him with a quiet click.

You and Minho trudged up the stairs last, the hallway dim except for the soft glow of the bathroom light spilling beneath the door.

The second you stepped into your shared room, the silence settled different. It wasn’t awkward. Just… intimate. The kind of silence that hummed with unspoken energy.

You dropped your bag by the dresser, shoulders slumping with the kind of exhaustion that hit only after a win. Minho moved around the room quietly, tugging off his hoodie and tossing it onto the bed, his hair a little messier than usual.

“I’m showering first,” you said, grabbing your sleep clothes.

He nodded, already sinking onto the edge of the mattress, elbows on his knees, stretching his neck with slow rolls as if the tension would crack and spill out.

The bathroom was small, and the water wasn’t hot enough—but it helped. When you came back out, steam curling from the cracked door, Minho was already under the covers, facing the window, the blanket pulled halfway up his chest.

You hesitated for a beat too long before slipping into your side of the bed.

The sheets were cold again. The heater wasn’t working. You didn’t say anything.

And yet—

“You’re cold,” Minho said softly, voice half-buried in the pillow.

A pause.

Then, lower, “Come here.”

You didn’t move at first. Your fingers curled around the edge of the blanket, knuckles cold, heart thudding like he’d reached out and brushed your bare skin instead of just… saying two simple words.

You faced the ceiling.

You stared at the shadows swaying on the wall, cast from a tree outside the window.

You listened to the faint sound of Felix’s laugh through the vent.

“You don’t have to make it weird,” Minho said again, a bit quieter this time. “I’m just… not cold. You are. It makes sense.”

He sounded casual, almost bored, like it was the most logical thing in the world. But there was a tightness under the calm, something you wouldn’t have caught six months ago. Now you knew what to listen for.

Still, you hesitated.

“It’s fine,” you whispered, voice soft. “I’ll warm up eventually.”

He didn’t reply right away. Just the rustle of his sleeve as he shifted under the blanket.

Then, dryly: “You’re shivering so hard it’s shaking the bed.”

You pressed your lips together.

“And I can hear your teeth.”

“…You can’t.”

“I can,” he said flatly. “You sound like a baby goat.”

That earned a half-laugh—betraying yourself—and Minho, smug as ever, stayed quiet after that.

You sighed and stared at the ceiling for three more seconds before finally, carefully, scooting back just an inch.

He felt it. Of course he did.

Another breath. Another inch. The warmth was immediate—radiating from him like a heater you hadn’t realized how badly you needed. Still, you didn’t quite touch.

Minho reached behind him, fingers curling into the fleece throw at the foot of the bed. Then—with practiced ease—he flipped the blanket over your shoulder in one clean motion and tugged you back, gentle but firm, until your spine met his chest.

“Don’t overthink it,” he said, voice now low and close by your ear. “It’s just body heat.”

“Right,” you said. “Strictly scientific.”

“Exactly.” A pause. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

You rolled your eyes, even as your body instinctively relaxed into the warmth of him—into the solid comfort of muscle and tension and quiet steadiness that was uniquely Minho.

He was warm. Really warm. And still.

No teasing now. Just breathing.

The space between you disappeared slowly—familiar tension folding in on itself.

Just heat.

Just him.

The morning light filtered in slow and golden, casting soft stripes across the wooden floor. You were warm before you were even awake.

Your first thought wasn’t the sun, or the smell of someone making coffee downstairs—it was Minho’s arm.

It was still around you. Heavy and relaxed, his palm resting at your waist like it had always belonged there. His chest rose and fell steady behind your back, his breath ghosting lightly over the nape of your neck.

You hadn’t moved all night. Neither had he.

And it should’ve been awkward.

It wasn’t.

You barely opened your eyes before the bedroom door creaked open with a squeak that immediately made your stomach drop.

“Yo, breakfast—”

Jisung’s voice froze mid-sentence.

Dead silence.

You kept your eyes shut like that would somehow make you invisible, but it was no use. A beat later—

“OH MY GOD,” he whisper-yelled, voice cracking halfway through the sentence.

Minho stirred behind you. His grip on your waist loosened just enough for his fingers to twitch, but he didn’t open his eyes.

“Don’t,” he mumbled into your hair. “Just don’t.”

You finally turned your head slightly—just enough to see Jisung frozen in the doorway, jaw dropped, one hand over his mouth like he was witnessing a crime scene.

Jeongin appeared behind him.

“Bro.”

Felix popped his head in next. “Oh wow.”

“I’m gonna pass out,” Jisung whispered dramatically, backing away slowly.

“Wait, wait—are we acting surprised or pretending we didn’t all see this coming?” Felix added, voice too chipper for 8 a.m.

“Get out,” Minho said, still groggy.

“You’re literally spooning Y/N,” Jeongin said. “This is my villain origin story.”

You groaned, dragging the blanket over your head.

“You guys are worse than high schoolers,” Minho muttered, already pulling the covers higher to shield you both from the verbal shrapnel.

The door clicked shut behind their laughter.

Under the blanket, your cheeks burned. You felt Minho’s lips brush against your temple—so brief you might’ve imagined it.

“We’re never hearing the end of that,” you whispered.

Minho shrugged, voice still sleep-rough. “Let them talk.”

You turned toward him slowly, noses almost brushing, the air between you full of sleep and morning light and whatever came next.

His gaze softened as he looked at you, bare and close and warm in a way that had nothing to do with heat.

“You’re not cold anymore,” he said.

You smiled. “Not even a little.”

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pyract0 · 2 months ago

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╰┈➤Angst thoughts (Hsr edition)- Part 2

☁︎Just short little collection of thoughts of different scenarios! ☁︎Amphoreus spoilers! If you haven't played any of the 3.0 story onwards be warned (Not many, but would consider a few parts) ☁︎Warnings: Angst, death/ injury descriptions, illness ☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you", ☁︎Mydeimos, Anaxagorus, Gallagher, Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Jiaoqiu (continuation) ☁︎Part 1 here, part 2 here

╰┈➤Mydeimos (+Tribbie)

Mydei who after losing you had to relearn the simple things you used to help him with. Some days waking up forgetting you're gone, seeking you out thinking you're walking about somewhere after rising early.

You who used to sit down with him, talking about plans while braiding his hair, now gone forcing him to do it himself. Some people wouldn't even realise you had passed, him doing everything in his power to stop everything else from changing.

With you both being "parents" (the cities children who just love you), having to explain to them why you aren't coming to play with them anymore or give them gifts like you used to.

Like to imagine Tribbie would be naturally close to you, seeing you as a parental figure, who tries to be positive that she'll "see you tomorrow" but takes it just as hard as Mydei. The two of them trying to cheer up the other but in the end just making themselves realise further that you aren't coming back.

╰┈➤Anaxagorus (Spoiler warning!)

Anaxa losing you in the same incident that took his own life, yet only one of you were given a core flame and revived. Him waking up breathing again just for your body to remain unmoving, pulse long gone.

Him pushing that people use his full name, not only because he sees it as disrespectful but because it's what you called him. Wishes to keep it as your designated nickname, as both a way to respect and remember you.

Imagine you both who liked gifting small things, rings in particular, with Anaxa wearing them each day without failure. Never taking them off in fear of losing them, with them becoming apart of his normal attire. Wears an extra ring that you never gifted him, matching the one tucked away in a small box that he never got to give you.

╰┈➤Gallagher

Instead of him losing you, he was the one lost in the end. You knew it would happen eventually, he didn't exist, he was never meant to accomplish anything other than his mission. Yet it still hurt when he inevitably disappeared.

You who took it upon yourself to release "Sleepie" with the help of the trailblazer, letting go of what felt like the last piece of him that remained living in hopes that one of you could be happy. Though you later find the creature in search of Gallagher, coming to you in a means of finding him.

The man who begins to fade from the dreamscape, with people and memories slowly forgetting him, yet you can't seem to stop thinking about him. You keep a small locket with his photo, yet each day he looks less recognisable as time moves on without him.

╰┈➤Aventurine

Aventurine who saw you as a friend, someone who he could confide in on his home planet, the only person he had left besides his sister. Yet you fell alongside everything he knew, leaving him the only known survivor of your world. The only one to hold your memory.

He fell in love with a ghost, imagining you growing up beside him, being able to free himself and move on to a new life with you. He began to drive himself insane, living as if you were there the whole time as a comfort, though it did more harm than good.

Who after falling into the deepest part of the dreamscape sees you again, finally letting you rest as he walks away from his past.

╰┈➤Dr Ratio

Dr Ratio who loses you early into your relationship to an illness he failed to detect, blaming himself for your death and using it as a motive to keep working on his studies. Imagines a world where he saved you as his end goal, that somehow if he found an answer it could bring you back.

Him picking up sculpting as a way of preserving your memory, engraved in stone for years to come. Having a room dedicated to solely you, each sculpture doing something you loved as if you were still there.

Refers to you as if you were still alive, never failing to mention you in conversation when he sees fit. His students believe you're still breathing, as if at any moment you would walk in to deliver something to him, yet you never come. And only he knows why.

╰┈➤Jiaoqiu (Please read part 1 for context!)

Less like idea, more just my thoughts since the last part.

Since he's a foxian, I imagine his anatomy to be different depending on if it's more based on his human side or not. If his body, specifically his digestive system, is more canine based then this idea isn't as plausible.

But if he's more human

He'd likely fall ill from the consumption of the raw blood and organs that weren't cooked, maybe he get's a deadly bloodborne disease?

Worst part is, he's a doctor so he'd see the signs. If not initially of what you had been doing, he'd know from the telling's of his own body. Nausea, fatigue, fever. He would know.

But would he seek to get treatment or let the possibly fatal disease choose his fate?

He hasn't fulfilled his promise of curing Feixiao yet, but can imagine his losing motivation from your death. While he isn't killing himself, he isn't stopping the disease that could potentially end his life.

Or, he takes your sacrifice as his reason for moving forward, for living his life to the fullest because that's what you would have wanted.

Just some thoughts I had for it, might just die who knows.

╰┈➤ Note

I might do him in another one of my pieces but y'all.. Sue me. I don't really like Phainon. Like I see the appeal but his design doesn't do it for me 😔 He is pretty though. (I also just didn't have any ideas for him)

I have a request I plan to write next, not sure when it'll be done but plan to finish it soon :)

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eclipseberrycake · 5 months ago

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Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 6

AN: I really need to stop this is getting crazy (DW i'll never stop). This has been in the works for a while, and the part number has changed a few times, but I feel this is a good time to release this onto the world. This one will have some warnings so head them if easily triggered please! You are more important than any piece of fanfiction!

-> Part one

-> Part Two

-> Part Three

-> Part Four

-> Part Five

Warnings: Depictions of Gore, Depictions of being turned into a Twisted, Momentary/ Temporary loss of a partner, Grief, Acts of Violence, Ichor being used as blood.

☁ He knew the latest run had returned before the elevator had even docked itself, the groaning of the gears ringing in his ears as he slowly sat up. Blu gave a little mew at being disturbed before curling up where he was laying down, purring contently as she returned to her slumber.

☁ He gave her a few soft pets before standing, walking over to the elevator docking area, watching the door open. You were the first one out, beaming happily as you and Cosmo, who were hand in hand, twirled your way out of the elevator. He was just as happy as you, his smile lighting up his eyes, which shined like a rich chocolate. Seeing the two of you positively beam like the sun made his heart thrum at the prospect of you two looking at him the way you looked at each other.

☁ It was such a silly thing to him, and never something he would've expected should you have asked him about this very scenario before the breakout. The thought alone made him snicker, shaking his head slightly as you used some exaggerated hand motions to explain something that must've happened on the run. Cosmo seemed utterly entranced by the action, his curled tail wagging behind him so quickly the sprinkles seemed to be a blurred streak of color.

☁ It looked like the poor cake roll was gonna explode before he was sweeping you up into his arms and spinning, both of you laughing. It was such an amazing scene to see, only interrupted when he startled at the feeling of arms hooking around his own waist. Looking up, he grinned at the berry watching you two as well, a dopey grin on his own face.

☁ "Must've been a good run." Sprout hummed before pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. "How was the nap?"

☁ Leaning into the embrace, Astro burrowed into the fur lining of his cape, exhaustion still tugging the corners of his foggy brain. "Good. Blueberry slept with me."

☁ Sprout hummed at the information, "I was wondering where she went. Good to know she was with you and not peeing on Finn's clothes again."

☁ If Astro grinned behind the fur of his cloak, the only one that needed to know was Sprout, who was grinning himself. Leaning back onto Sprout, who was warm from being in the kitchen, Astro felt his eyes threaten to close, only staying awake due to the fact that he was standing, and too busy watching the pure energy that you and Cosmo radiated. It was almost tangible, and if the grins on the other toons faces were anything to go by, they could feel it too.

☁ He couldn't imagine why though. If he remembered correctly, when you and Cosmo had snuck off that morning, you two had assured them it was simply a restock run meant to ensure you and Goob were still working together as you should and trying to implement Pebble into your tactics. Or so Astro thinks he remembers that's what it was. Truthfully he barely he remembered you two leaving, too tired to recognize what was happening around him before burrowing into Sprout's side. He felt the berry talking that morning, but didn't hear what was said, so maybe Sprout knew.

☁ Just as he was about to ask, you seemed to notice them, alerting Cosmo, who set you down, ready to take off when you stumbled, dizzy but still laughing. He shot out an apology, helping you stabilize before taking off as you shook yourself out, quickly following.

☁ They knew you were faster than all of them, but the spinning must've done a number on you as Cosmo beat you to them, jumping onto Astro the second he was close enough. They went down in a heap, making him gasp out at the feeling of an entire body on his ribs, even if he grinned nonetheless accepting the kisses bestowed upon him. Cosmo's tail was wagging wildly behind him, ruffling his cloak as it did, making Astro chuckle before catching Cosmo's cheeks and pressing a proper kiss to the cake roll's lips.

☁ Whatever high he had been riding seemed to finally calm itself a bit as he soothed himself, melting into the kiss before seperating, even if he laughed the second he could. "We missed you."

☁ "We could tell." Astro grins, feeling Cosmo's forehead lean on his own. Using two of his arms, he secures the cake roll to his chest while the other two help him sit up, his eyes darting to where Sprout had managed to catch you and stay upright. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as you pressed kiss after kiss to his cheeks, forehead, chin, anywhere; his own hands holding your thighs with a dazed look across his love stricken face.

☁ Astro couldn't help but laugh at the scene, Cosmo chuckling in front of him before Sprout was shaking his head and returning the affection tenfold with a solid kiss to your own lips.

☁ When you separated, laughing with flushed cheeks, you made him put you down with a parting peck before turning to Cosmo. Something mischievous sparked in your eyes as Cosmo also stood and before he knew it, he was pinned to the floor once more.

☁ It was a welcome feeling as he was much more prepared this time, catching you in a much more firm hold than he had on Cosmo as you gave him the same affection you had given Sprout.

☁ You and Cosmo were so full of affection and life, it was truly some sort of miracle you had even given him a chance. He counted his lucky stars every time one of you, any of you, had given him a hug, kiss or even just held his hand. It was like the heavens had smiled upon him when making you three and he would be damned before giving any of you up.

☁ Catching your cheeks, he held you for a second, watching your giggles before pressing a firm kiss to your lips in the same manner he did to Cosmo, even if you ended up laughing through it. When he pulled away, you were still just as smiley and as exuberant as you had been since the day he laid eyes on you.

☁ "What's got you two so giddy?" Sprout had finally asked, Cosmo nuzzling into his scarf. "Thought this was a restock run."

☁ "It was!" You answer to the best of your abilities, Astro removing his hands so you could speak properly. That doesn't deter you though, as you positively beam. "But then we ran into Shelly!"

☁ "You what-" Both Astro and Sprout seemed shocked that seeing a main, especially Shelly who left your brain foggy and confused, left you in such high spirits. Sprout immediately went about checking Cosmo for any injuries but just as Astro went to return the favor you shook him off.

☁ "No, no, we're okay I promise, but we did it!" It was your turn to hold his cheeks, making him look at you as you're perfect smile lit up your face, nothing but pure adoration in your eyes as you gazed upon him. "We got her research."

☁ Astro, truthfully, didn't know how to feel. Back before this entire thing had gone down, him and Shelly were close friends. They went to each other for practically everything. He was the first person she told when she admitted she liked girls too. She was who he first came out to admitted that he liked any gender.

☁ To hear that they could bring her back? His best friend outside of you three?

☁ His eyes burned as all four of his arms wrapped around you, squeezing you to his chest as you laughed, returning the action and letting him hide in your chest. He never thought he could love any harder than he loved not ten minutes ago, but sitting here, he knew that wasn't the case. You and Cosmo and Sprout always managed to prove him wrong. He wasn't even sure how that was possible anymore.

☁ But as he held you, heart so full of pure adoration, he realized he didn't care. Everything leading up to this point was worth it. Every agonizing step as a twisted, eyes burning by the ichor leaking out of them in the form of mocking tears, with his hands so cold and stained with ichor he couldn't tell which was which, was worth it. Even if it was just for this one moment alone.

☁ Looking up at Sprout and Cosmo, who were watching him with those same adoring smiles on their faces, he hoped that messaged was purveyed to them in the same way he hoped it was to you.

☁ Getting ready for that run was a challenge all on it's own. With the added effects of confusion that left the extractors slower and dazed the distractors, messing with their sense of direction, it was imperative that they were prepared before even daring to go on a retrieval mission. Hordes of smaller, five floor runs were orchestrated with those who had no want or need to go on the retrieval run to gather supplies while those who were going on the run planned for the worst with fail safes above all else.

☁ It would be himself, Sprout, Cosmo and you, absolutely guaranteed, but from there it got dicey. Goob was powerful and you worked well with him, but Pebble was much faster and good in case his twisted form showed up. Plus, they needed at least two fast extractors, since both Astro and Sprout carried the Veemote.

☁ In the end, it was decided more distractors was better than the alternative and Goob and Pebble were both brought on, along with Glisten and Vee. With two healers, three distractors, two extractors and a support, it seemed like a fine run.

☁ Piling into the elevator, even the usual tension that normally was there during a retrieval run seemed lightened as light chatter rung out among them. You and Goob were making sure Pebble's trinkets were attached securely, you're own dangling by your waist, while Sprout was chatting with Vee about the room layouts and how best to split her and Glisten. So far the plan was that himself, Sprout, Vee and Glisten each take a machine for the time being while climbing up to the higher floors with you, Goob and Pebble alternating distracting on a schedule you had pre-planned based on likely hood of certain twisteds appearing. While it was subject to change, of course, it was comforting to know when you were expected to be in the line of fire.

☁ Cosmo himself was tasked with staying nearby the distractor just in case, his high stealth making him a valuable asset in terms of healing without any difficulties. The other distractors would be tasked with searching the floors for anything useful, and with any luck on their side, this would be an easy retrieval. Or as easy as one could be.

☁ Walking over, Astro rounded around Cosmo's back so he could place his chin on the cake roll's shoulder, following his line of sight to where you were trying to keep Pebble still enough you could fix his trinkets on his collar. "Are you alright?"

☁ Cosmo was silent for a second, fists clenching by his side as he held a deep breath for a moment. "I-...I have a weird feeling about this run." He admitted. "But I don't know what to do about it. The last time I felt about this was...Pebble's retrieval."

☁ Swallowing, Astro tried not to think about Pebble's retrieval if he could help it. You had gotten so hurt during that, almost losing the bit of sanity necessary to refrain from becoming a twisted all because they weren't quick enough. It made his chest ache thinking about it, and he understood why the worry made Cosmo as anxious as he seemed.

☁ "We'll be there. The entire time." Astro swears, urging the universe to head the warning he's promising. He wouldn't let anything tear you apart. He wouldn't. He'd give himself and his own humanity up before your own. Seeing you that night on the balcony and hearing how you feared yourself was never something he wanted you to experience again. If he could take you're hurt from that time, he'd do it in a heartbeat. He'd do it for you, Cosmo and Sprout without a second thought. "We have Pebble now anyway, so we have someone who can successfully distract...that twisted."

☁ This seems to ease Cosmo, even if not entirely as the first floor is revealed and you're taking off, blowing kisses their way as you run backwards before turning, pinpointing the twisteds Vee highlighted.

☁ And like that, floor by floor is completed quickly with little issue. Medkits are picked up so both Sprout and Cosmo are stocked with plenty, while the healers remain mindful of the supplies they pick up. Even Astro, Glisten and Vee have some form of heal on them in case of emergencies. It was going as a normal run would, even if the feeling in his gut heavily disagreed.

☁ Astro was never a man of myths, despite being a celestial, but he could feel the bad omen in the air, if only for the fact that the amount of heals given was too many to be comfortable. It felt like someone was preparing them for something, which made his skin prickle with goose bumps.

☁ Things would be okay. They'd have to be. He doesn't know what he would do if something happened to one of you.

☁ The only tell that something is not as it should be is on the sixteenth floor. The door opens and immediately they know Shelly is there. There's a thin film of fog that crosses over his brain, blurring the objects in his vision just enough it takes an extra heartbeat to recognize who's who. The effect it has on the disctractors seems stronger as Pebble whimpers, shaking his head while both you and Goob groan at the feeling. There are heavy, leafy steps as well and from the corner of his eye, Astro can see Sprout frown. But it's nothing you haven't handled before. No, it truly only gets worse from there, as Vee taps her mic and a silhouette he is all too familiar with is seen tramping down the hallway, all four arms outreached and looking for something. Just the sight of it churns his gut, yet you and the other distractors seem unfazed.

☁ You're quick to bark out some directions, taking Sprout's twisted for yourself as you're used to his vines. You direct Pebble to take Astro's twisted as the tired effect he forces upon those around him has virtually no effect since Pebble is fast enough he doesn't need to run, leaving Goob with Shelly. He's given the antidote and instructed that he should wait till panic, but if he has the opportunity, take it.

☁ Turning, you look at the rest of the group, giving each of them a stern look over as you quickly strategize before nodding. "I have a med-kit, so the healers can go with Goob and Pebble-" Both healers open their mouth to immediately disagree, but you hold up a hand. "I'll stick close enough one of you can get to me at all times. Cosmo, I'd go with Pebble since your stealth will make healing him easy, and Sprout I'd go with Goob in case of emergencies. Vee, Glisten and Astro, I trust you'll find those machines quickly. If each of you finish two we'll be done before you know it." You grin, as optimistic as ever.

☁ You don't give anyone the chance to deny what you've said before taking off, quickly finding Sprout and leading the twisted on a wild chase. Pebble barks before doing the same with Goob, the two splitting up soon after with Sprout and Cosmo reluctantly following. Looking to the other two, Astro frowns, seeing them both reflecting the same emotion he's feeling. Maybe you had the same gut feeling too, but just didn't show it. It's hard to say.

☁ Still, they don't waste any time and quickly go about finish the machines they were given. Astro's already standing outside the elevator with Glisten when the elevator's open, the mirror stepping inside as he waits for the others just in case. Pebble and Cosmo are first, sliding into the elevator with heavy breaths as the countdown continues.

☁ Next is surprisingly Goob and Sprout, the latter carrying the limp, ichor riddled body of Shelly. Even from where he stands, he can feel Sprout's magic attempt to work, but Shelly's too exhausted for it to take any real effect.

☁ Swallowing, Astro makes eye contact with Sprout, who nods, before letting his own magic thrum, praying that you and Vee would be okay. You had to be.

☁ There was no way you wouldn't.

☁ Yet, as the countdown continues, he begins to worry. It's evident with the way the others toe the boundary of the elevator they do too. Even Pebble is whining, almost looking ready to dart back out when five seconds hit. You and Vee come skidding around a corner, the former looking at the end of her circuit's power as you escort her to the elevator.

☁ Four seconds hit and the other two Twisted are turning the same corner.

☁ Three Seconds and Astro swears he knows exactly what you're thinking the second the thought hits. Registering his position crouched by Sprout and Shelly, he realizes he's too far to make any real difference.

☁ Two seconds and you falter by just a step, ensuring you're behind Vee, glancing behind you to make sure the twisted's are focused on you.

☁ One second and it seems like slow motion drags out what may possibly be the worst moment of his life. Your hands pull back before rushing towards Vee's back, making her stumble forward into Goob's outstretched hands. Cosmo and Sprout immediately clue into what just happened, eyes going wide as Astro jumps to his feet. Goob's arms snap back just as the elevator gears begin to turn and you take a sharp turn to avoid running into the metal wall. He's sees the puddle of ichor spawn underneath of you, an inky vein shooting up and into your side. You shout out, ichor spitting out of your mouth as the twisted version of himself catches up at last, his clawed fingers digging into your pallid flesh.

☁ The elevator shuts just as the first sounds of flesh tearing and Ichor being spilt rings out along with your pained screams.

☁ Sprout runs into the wall of the elevator, fruitlessly banging on it helplessly as salty tears run down his spotted cheeks, begging, pleading for it to be himself. How he could save you, take the pain away. He screams for something, anything to change or give him the chance to make it different, but it's a plea that falls on a the ears of a deaf, vengeful entity.

☁ Cosmo is crying as well, holding his hands to his mouth as he collapses to his knees, the thunk echoing in the elevator as it's quickly redirected to the lobby. His shoulders begin to hiccup as he falls forward one of his hands falling to catch himself as his breaths begin in rushed, panicked motions, choking him before they're even fulling sucked in.

☁ Astro himself can't even begin to fathom what happened. The reality of it all seems just out of his grasp as the confusion from the remnants of Twisted Shelly's embrace fades away. It settles in the gapes of his psyche comfortably. the look on your face as you made the very decision that took you away from and sealed yourself for what was a painful, tragic turning.

☁ You had faced what was your greatest fear in order to save Vee. Vee, who was still in shock on the ground in front of him, looking too terrified to truly understand what had happened. Vee, who was Sprout's best friend and you knew that. All on a run to save his own best friend, who was groaning in Glisten's hold.

☁ A cold numbness gripped his chest as his eyes began to burn, his fists clenching and unclenching as he truly has no idea where to go from here. Where is there to go truly? He is no longer a complete being without each part of your group. He had given each of you such a large part of his mind, body and soul and to have one of them yanked away right in front of him left feeling hollow.

☁ It was an odd feeling, watching Sprout and Cosmo go through the motions of grief while feeling themself. He can tell Sprout is livid. Raging beyond normal anger as he spits heartbroken curses at the wall, ranting about how you had promised to be more careful and how it wasn't fucking fair. How could you leave them like this?!

☁ Cosmo is curled into a tight ball, hyperventilating as Goob rubs his back, screaming into the space between his chest, knees and the floor. His fingers are curled so tightly that the flesh of his knuckles look strained and he can tell in the strain of his voice that his throat is aching from the sheer ferocity of the cries alone.

☁ For himself? Astro finds himself in an odd dance of denial of the very event he just saw happen and bargaining for someone, anyone, to bring you back. He'd offer himself in a heartbeat. He'd offer all the tapes or ichor he could get his hands on. He'd sell his soured, moon-laden lonely soul if it meant you're sunny, bright self rain it's light on them forever more. The words you had told him the night on the balcony kept ringing in his ears, about how terrified you were of yourself. How you'd never wish it on anyone, let alone them.

☁ He never dreamed, no, he wasn't allowed that pleasure as the keeper of dreams himself, but this was very much what he imagined a nightmare to feel like. He wanted to wake up. He needed to wake up and see you there, sleeping in between him and Sprout as you always did, Blu snuggled against your chest. He needed to see the slow rise and fall of your chest. He needed to see you.

☁ The elevator opened and the others rushed to greet them only to stop at the sight of one less familiar face, gasps ringing out around them. Shelly was taken away to the med-bay by someone, he couldn't tell.

☁ He didn't even know how he got the wherewithal to move, but he found himself doing so, gently waving off Goob before collapsing next to Cosmo and pulling the cake roll to his chest. He wrapped his cloak around the sobbing man, mindlessly rubbing up and down his back with a hand while another held Cosmo's face to his shoulder, if only to save him the shame from everyone watching them.

☁ His glazed eyes scanned the area before them as well, landing on Sprout who seemed to run out of steam momentarily, swallowing tightly as his fists clenched. Astro opened his mouth, a broken croak of the berry's name leaving his lips. It did the trick as Sprout turned, blinking at the them before more tears ran down his face and he was stumbling over to them, wrapping himself around them as he began to let out heavy, wrenching sobs.

☁ Astro bowed his head to rest against Cosmo's, his own tears dripping down his cheeks. He shouldn't have used his power like that. He could've saved you. He had the power and opportunity to do so, but couldn't. If you had just gotten to the elevator, they could've saved you no matter what. But you hadn't because Vee didn't have the Stamina to get there without your intervention.

☁ That night was the hardest night he's ever had. He wasn't sure how they made it out of the elevator, but they had. Sprout had nearly gone to his own room, but that idea was quickly dashed by Astro's hand on his wrist, stopping him. It wasn't what you would've wanted.

☁ So Sprout remained with them, the night time routine quickly being cut down to only the most basic motion of getting into bed. As hard as that was, the worst was when Blu hopped up, as oblivious as ever, mewing for you. When she didn't immediately spot you, she slowly stepped further up to where you normally slept, bowing her head as if to take a closer look to where you could be. When she couldn't find you, she mewled again, sounding much more desperate than the first attempt.

☁ Cosmo is quick to bring her into his chest, curling around her as if she were a last chain to reality. To you. He's the first to speak between the three of them besides angry curses or desperate pleas. "We'll get them back." He swears, sounding more resolute than either Astro or Sprout have every heard him. "The same way they got us back."

☁ Neither of the other two have to say anything for Cosmo to know they're promising alongside him.

☁ The quest for your twisted form's research is begun the next morning, the other toons adamantly refusing to let them go until the fateful recovery mission. They were too emotional and would lose themselves should they be allowed to go now.

☁ It's a painful, pitiful thing even if they understand deep down. Moreso, it's a grueling and slow process. Every floor you're on is the last the run does, immediately retreating after coming into contact with your twisted, beaten and bruised. None of them tell them what you look like, but it's a small mercy. They don't talk about what you did or what happened, they simply pass over the research and continue on to med-bay.

☁ It takes just over 4 days for the research to finish with the antidote provided and by that point, Astro feels he's going to burst if he's benched from this mission one more time. He's moved from the numb feeling of loss, moving to anger at the world for daring to do this to you. To pure hatred at Dandy and the ichor now coursing through your veins. He hates it. He needs to fix it.

☁ So he will.

☁ Sprout is in much the same boat as he is while Cosmo seems more determined then ever. He's silent but stoic, glowering at anyone who even looks like they're thinking about telling him to stay back. If it weren't for the circumstance, Astro would be proud of the cake roll for finding his backbone, but as it stands they have bigger problems.

☁ They know their roles, but at this point, it's evident even the most thoughtful of plans can go to hell in a handbasket.

☁ Floor by floor, they trek through, watching Poppy and Boxten, the two most familiar with your twisted form, for any sign or recognition of you being there. By floor eleven, they seem to get it, faces immediately tightening. With a glance at each other, Poppy is quick to turn to them, the ever optimistic girl incredibly stern as she spoke. "There's one incredibly vital part you need to know. Stay out of view as much as possible. Even if you don't think they spotted you, remain there until you're sure. They'll charge you if they find you. From there you have three seconds to build enough of a gap between yourself and them to hide. Do not attempt to distract. They're too fast. They will turn you if you give them the chance, so don't."

☁ The warning left something sour churning in Astro's gut as the doors opened and they all immediately darted behind the boxes in front of the elevator. Slowed, sluggish steps echoes behind them and a risky reach for a capsule beside them revealed the other toon to be Rodger, meaning that was you. You were there, so close. Within arms reach! They just had to get to you.

☁ Which was the hardest part of it all, really. You were fast, strong and precise. A dangerous combination. There was a moment of silence before Poppy was slowly moving, as if trying to get a grasp on the situation before she was immediately darting back, hands clapping against her mouth.

☁ The steps stopped.

☁ Reaching over, Astro grabbed the first person's hands he could find, squeezing them tightly as he urged them to continue. Sprout seemed to be his unfortunate victim, even as he squeezed back. The steps did continue, but they were quick, too quick and before they knew it, the boxes behind them were crushed as you crashed into them, roars of agony leaving you as they scattered. The three of them hid in a side room as you shook off, whipping around for any sight of limb or tail of any of them. When you found nothing, you snarled, giving them a good look at your twisted form. Your teeth are beyond sharp as you snap on air, sheening with drool and stained with ichor. There's a large, gaping wound in your side that drops the same black ooze, trailing behind you as you limp along the way. Worst of all were your eyes. Ones that used to shine like diamonds in their own right, laced with nothing but pure love and the edges of your soul were now stained red as you yanked at your fuzz in frustration.

☁ There were even large claws on your fingers, which clawed at your face as you did so, making you more frustrated as you howled out some form of anguished noise. Some form of movement caught your eye after this and you were off once more.

☁ Astro was forced back into hiding as his chest heaved. You were there. And all he could think was that you were correct to be scared. How scared you must've been now. Through all the pain and anger you must've been feeling as a twisted, the fear for the you that was left must've been astronomical.

☁ It makes his eyes burn as he shuts them tightly, urging his breath to remain steady. Looking over at Sprout and Cosmo, he swallows tightly. "I'll go first. Stay here unless absolutely necessary. Especially you Sprout-"

☁ "You can't ask that of me!" Sprout is quick to snap, even if his eyes look frantic. "That's not fair. To me or to them. You can't just expect me to sit here and-and- to what?! Wait?!" He cries out only to immediately hush himself at the sound of your cries, the ding of a machine going off.

☁ "I'm not asking you to wait." Astro is quick to reassure. He can't lose them and you. He can't. He'd break. He'd willingly turn himself back over to the twisted side if it meant being with you all once more. But he knew that's not what you would want. "I have the highest stealth. Even if they do spot me, I have the best chance of getting away."

☁ "By your same logic, I have the highest stamina." Sprout shoots back bitterly, crossing his arms. "For someone's who's power regenerates stamina, it doesn't work on you. You'd be hooped."

☁ "Coming from the man who can't heal himself?" Astro can't help himself, snarling back angrily. Sprout's mouth opens to retaliate before Cosmo is pushing them apart, shooting a hard look at both of them.

☁ "Knock it off." He sneers, voice low and quiet as his eyes dart out the room. The steps are closer than they were before, but slowed and unhurried. After quickly checking to make sure you're out of hearing range, Cosmo shoots them both a hard look, as if unable to believe what's in front of them. It makes both mains wilt in shame admittedly. "It doesn't matter who does what. What matters is getting them back." The cake roll continues, swallowing tightly as his eyes water. "They did it for every single one of us, without fail. It didn't matter how hurt, how scared or how tired they were. They did it. Over and over and over again. This whole thing even happened because they were doing it again." There's another ding of a machine.

☁ "Our job here isn't to do the machines. Our job, above all else, is to get them back." Cosmo takes a breath. "And then kick their ass for daring to do something like that."

☁ The third machine rings, but your cry of attack rings with it, your steps thundering away from their hiding place. That's their cue as Sprout pulls out the antidote provided to him by Goob, clenching it tightly. Between the three of them, it would be their job to somehow pin you down long enough and bring you back.

☁ The fourth machine dings and panic begins with the blaring of red lights as elevator opens. The others, save for Boxten, are quick to return and they're hoping if nothing else the noise brings you their way.

☁ But when Boxten appears, they're faced with yet another problem. He's being chased by a twisted clone of Flutter, who has her eyes locked in on their prey. A number of curses are dropped as Sprout shoves the antidote into Astro's hand and takes off. Flutter immediately turns her attention to him, allowing Boxten to find safe recluse in the elevator. In that moment however, you turn the corner and you're eyes immediately lock onto Sprout.

☁ You fall to all fours, darting forward with a snarl on your features. Sprout lets out a yelp at the sight, making a harsh U-turn only for Flutter to dig her clawed feet into his arm. It makes him yelp as he pulls away, but you don't falter. Cosmo and Astro both step forward with a yell, but you're jumping before they can stop you.

☁ It's not Sprout you pounce on though.

☁ No, you go right past Sprout and tackle Flutter in a messy clash of claws and snarls. You throw the Twisted further away from them with another loud growl, crouching in front of them, as if daring Flutter to get closer.

☁ She doesn't, taking the loss for what it was and flying away.

☁ You don't even notice Astro's by your side until he's jabbing the needle into your neck the same way he's seen you do it, making you cry out as you're body withers beneath him. The wound on your side gives a final gush of ichor as you do, pulsating with the oily liquid as your body contorts. Your voice, the one that's spent endless hours reading out the worlds from your stories to him, or listing instructions to Cosmo, or even picking fun, meaningless arguments with Sprout, is now entwined with the gravelly groan of your Twisted's voice, crying out for relief of some kind.

☁ It shred's whatever remnants remain of Astro's patience as he quickly scoops you against his chest, turning to elevator. Cosmo's already healed Sprout, who's leaning against the cake roll for support, both eagerly awaiting him in the elevator.

☁ The metal wall slams shut behind them and Astro quickly kneels, making sure you're body is supported as he takes a breath of relief for what felt like the first time in the last few miserable days.

☁ You're there. You're with them and breathing, even if it's laboured and strained, you're ichor stained hands grasping at your side.

☁ Sprout is right there, first aid kid in hand with a bandage already wrapped around his arm where Flutter had gotten. His hand is shaky as it raises, gently resting on your head as his eyes shine in a way Astro knows he'll deny later.

☁ Cosmo is already crying, holding one of your hands tightly despite the fact that Astro's sure you're not even aware of what's going on.

☁ He himself can feel himself ease at last, even if he knows the night will be hard on every one of you. As he holds you close and you're weak, albeit just as sunny and exuberant smile shines once more, he knows it'll already all be worth it.

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