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》 Unbeknownst to Jungkook, there is a rise in popularity for a particular human holiday, one of which leaves him blindsided and scrambling to find the absolute perfect gift for his one and only. They say food is the quickest way to a man’s heart but no one ever said it didn't work on women.

❒ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❒ genre: fluff, established relationship, a dash of angst, and a pinch of smut

❒ alternative universe: fantasy, college/university, werewolf, witch,

❒ rating: 18+

❒ word count: 12.4 k+

warnings/disclosures: werewolf Jungkook, witch MC, kinda tsundere mc, cat shifters Yoongi and Yoonji, Fairy Jimin, Siren Taehyung, MC is on the bigger side!, Merman Seokjin, Elf Hoseok, Vampire Namjoon, friendly fondling from yoonji, heteroflexible/bicurious yoonji, boob talk, mc is not good at cooking, misunderstanding on jungkook’s part, baking mishaps, frazzled jungkook, not so helpful/helpful yoongi, half-hearted frenemies Jungkook and Yoonji, Jungkook cries a little, yoonji jumping to conclusion, sense8 references, harry potter references, killing eve reference, way too many allusions to sex, jungkook isn't a good at baking, always reliable Seokjinnie, chubby POC Bunny shifter OC, whiney JK and MC, ‘rich’ jungkook, not edited i tried to i really did, taste testers Jimin and Taehyung, SMUT is at the end, bad smut at the end, food play (mostly them getting turned on by feeding each other), fingering (ew why do we call it that? Finger blast sounds better lmao), cock warming-ish, tiny hints of a size kink, grinding, soft fuck, soft spanking, sappy endings

❀ this is part of the bangtan pastries valentine collab hosted by the lovely @suhdays, who also made my lovely banner 💖 make sure to check out the other fics as well, they’re amazing as are the other authors and please excuse any incoherent inconsistencies or misspelling as this fic was written over a many days and long hours ❀

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His nose is cold, a weird thing to think about when a werewolf's body temperature literally runs higher than every other species. There’s a chill racing up his spine as he shivers reaching a lazy arm across the bed in search of your warmth only to come up empty. Jungkook finally cracks an eye open, pushing himself into a sitting position to see if you really are missing or you’ve only scooted to the very edge of the bed to escape his scalding body temperature. Though to his displeasure you are in fact missing, he’s running his hand through his hair and taking a deep breath before scrunching his feature. His nose is still cold, so he can't smell much, can only feel the slight sting of the frigid air as he breathes it in.

He hates the winter, all he can ever smell is the damp ground and the cold of the air. Funnily enough most werewolves loved winter since it gave them a break from their heightened senses, not Jungkook though, he couldn't stand not being able to smell you on his bed, in your house, on him. Your shared bedroom is extra chilly this morning raising goosebumps along his exposed skin, he’s tired, not having gotten enough sleep from the long night of studying he’d done the night before.

You’re a naturally early riser so he knows why you’re up, Jungkook however isn't exactly a morning person, never has been, especially on the weekend when neither of you have anywhere to be. He’s groggy as he pads down the hallway, a yawn stretching his mouth wide, another shiver wracking his body the closer he gets to the back of the house, it’s always been chillier there, it’s downright brutal in the winter time.

He isn't surprised when he finally comes to stand in the doorframe of the sunroom watching your figure drop what he’s pretty sure is mugwort in the bubbling cauldron. There’s this sense of domesticity watching you work, a luxury he couldn't afford as the two of you grew up. He can almost vividly remember the ugly way you’d scowl at him when he’d plop down in front of you brandishing scraped up hands or knees. A soft almost unkind reminder that he should be more careful and that next time he came in you wouldn't treat his wounds. He remembers thinking you didn't like him, maybe even hated him, so after a while (more like into his teenage years) he just stopped showing up. So you would imagine his surprise when you’d finally cornered him after his abrupt disappearance. His lips tug upward at the memory of you clumsily confessing your feelings to him before running off, never giving him a chance to properly convey his own feelings.

It’s weird for Jungkook to think that he’d almost let you slip through his fingers, his dumb teenage werewolf hormones had told him to just let you be. That you weren’t even one of his kind, so you wouldn't be worth it. He’d been so close to letting you get away, so close to letting you leave the pack when he’d taken his precious time working through his natural instincts (at least the ones he had then). How he’d almost brushed off your confession because there was no way cold, stoic you liked him. Impossible he’d thought, and then a week after he’d overheard your parents asking permission for you to attend a school away from pack lands. Away from the pack, away from your family, and away from him. The very thought twisted his stomach unpleasantly, making him nauseous as he thought of everyday life without you.

It was then that he knew he couldn’t let that happen, something about you leaving didn't sit well in his being. He couldn’t describe it then, after all a sixteen year old only understood the bare minimum of love and life and he knew even less than that. Somewhere in his mind rushing to your house at that moment had made sense, more sense than anything had in the short amount of time he’d had to process the information. He probably should’ve knocked before rushing into your house, maybe also knocked instead of flinging your room door open the way he had. The grin he wears grows wider as he recalls what he’d seen all those years ago. The rest is history, at least the embarrassing parts that he refuses to acknowledge. He doesn’t regret the way your relationship had started, especially not after almost seven years of dating. Hell, he considers himself lucky that you even stuck around this long because truth be told Jungkook could be a handful, like now for example.

“Is that my sweater?” he asks, watching amusedly as you jump nearly spilling an entire vial of pixie dust. Your hand has gone to your chest to calm your racing heart as it beats harshly against your ribs, scowling as you think of how you hated that he was so light on his feet.

“I couldn't find an apron, and it’s cold.” you say rubbing at your nose with sweater pawed hands before sprinkling some of the pixie dust into the cauldron.

“Y’know I don't like when you brew in my clothes, the smell sticks for too long.” he sniffs, still only feeling the cold sting of the air.

“I know.” you mutter not once glancing in his direction, only reaching out to take a jar of snake venom from the array of ingredients lining the counter space beside you.

“What are you making anyways and on a Saturday?”

“Vitality potion, for extra credit.” he hums to himself content with just watching you finish up your work which really doesn't take long. You add a few drops of mint sighing contentedly while you put out the fire with a simple incantation. Jungkook watches as you rub at your eyes and easily close the distance between you, your arms wrap around his waist as you nuzzle into his chest relishing in his warmth. A muffled ‘m’tired’ slipping past your lips and tickling his chest where they press to his skin. He hums his reply, hands slipping down your sides pulling soft sighs from you as he slips them under the hem of your hoodie to press chilled hands to your warm hips.

You squeal, trying in vain to wriggle away from him as he muffles his laugh in your neck. He’s quick to pull your body close, before lifting you over his shoulder, hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs to keep you steady. Your giggles are almost manic as you laugh all the way to the bedroom where he proceeds to take full advantage of this early Saturday morning.

Monday morning comes way too soon, and you’re once again seated at a table of your favorite on campus cafe. Though much like always Jungkook is being clingy, scenting your neck while you kill some time before your first class. The frappe you ordered sits untouched, the slush goodness melting into a mess of almost coffee flavored water. It’s a waste of money if you don't drink it now, although you’re also sure Jungkook will polish it off should you leave it be.

“Please stop making people uncomfortable.” you sigh, pressing a palm to his face to push him away before he can bury it back in your neck.

“I’m not making people uncomfortable.” he says with a confused furrow of his brow as he casts a glance around the cafe to catch these so called uncomfortable people. He doesn't see anyone other than a couple of baristas who refuse to make eye contact even with the way his gaze is burning holes into the side of their heads. You don't look the slightest bit amused as you narrow your eyes at him, waiting a beat then two only to realize he really doesn't know. Your heart skips a beat, ‘stupid heart’ you think as it continues to do so the longer he remains oblivious. It’s moments like this that make you think that being with Jungkook is like having a big dumb dog, except you absolutely adore the shit out of him, amongst other things.

He quirks his head the slightest as your brows pinch further together the longer you stare at him, further reminding you of his canine counterpart. There’s this flutter in your tummy, the butterflies that have long since taken residence awaken fluttering about and fanning a flame that is slowly growing, traveling to your face and warming your cheeks. Stupid heart, stupid butterlies, stupid Jungkook and his big stupid beautiful eyes, you curse mentally finally ripping your gaze away from his. It’s all a little too much, so your best course of action is going to class early, you decide standing and making to leave only for his grip on your hand to tighten, one that you had forgotten about.

“Gimme a kiss.” he says around a smirk, it heats your cheeks further as you work to calm the rapid beat of your stupid heart as it bangs against your ribs. You’re almost expecting for your chest to burst open or your heart to spontaneously combust. Luckily neither of those happen as Jungkook leans in close pressing a soft peck to your lips before moving to deepen it. He’s gentle in coaxing your lips apart, much better than your first kiss, taking his time tasting you as he always does...at first. He’s squeezing one of your tight clad thighs in his big hands, a sigh almost slipping past your lips as the warmth of his palm sinks through the material. You pull away abruptly, eyelids fluttering before blinking a few times to clear the sudden haze that clouds your vision. Next to you Jungkook is whining trying his hardest to pull you back in for another kiss, that sly dog.

“I’ll see you later.” you say pressing one last barely there kiss to the corner of his mouth, almost tripping over the threshold on your way out. His gaze follows your figure until you turn the corner disappearing from his sight. He sighs heavily, it’s laced with undertones of fatigue as he reaches for your unfinished frappe.

“You guys are gross.” Yoongi breathes, taking a seat opposite Jungkook. Jimin takes your seat, as Taehyung and Hoseok follow. Hoseok takes the empty seat beside Yoongi while Taehyung pulls up a chair from a neighboring table.

“You’re just jealous my girlfriend is hotter than yours.”

“Sure kid, you go ahead and believe that.” he almost sneers.

“Why are you here so early?” Jimin asks steering the conversation away from girlfriends for now. He’s yawning suddenly, reminded of how little sleep he’s gotten today, school was the worst.

“I came with ____, can’t have her coming all alone y’know.”

“Isn't your first class at the same time as her last?” Yoongi chimes in before asking Taehyung to get him an Americano as the younger man walks over to the counter.

“Yeah, and what?” he sniffs a little defensively.

“It was just a question.” Yoongi deadpans.

“Don’t you and your satan spawn of a twin share all your classes with ____?”

“No, we have classes together Tuesdays through thursdays.” he supplies easily, leaning back in the chair.

“Why not all week?” Hoseok asks in a tone filled with genuine curiosity.

“Monday and Fridays are the hardest days to get out of bed, duh.” he says almost matter of factly and they have to agree with Yoongi on this one. Monday is truly the worst day of the week, though it's now that Jungkook notices the absence of the previously mentioned satan’s spawn. He almost bristles, thinking that Yoonji might be out there somewhere harassing his sweet little girlfriend.

You scream, startled by the sudden weight that presses itself to you, a giggle like purr filling your ears before you relax. Yoonji’s hair brushes your cheeks softly, her arms wrapping around your frame and you squeak at the feel of her hand cupping your chest through the hoodie you wear. It’s a usual occurrence, though no less embarrassing as she continues to snuggle closer to you.

“Did your boobs get bigger?” she asks nose nudging against the soft pudge of your cheek, you know she’s scenting you, her way of messing with Jungkook later when she can’t physically be there.

“No, please stop.” you sigh, feeling a gentle squeeze followed by a soft breathy moan, heat erupting across your cheeks in embarrassment. She snickers giving your ample chest one last squeeze before finally moving away. She falls in step with you, walking along the path, snow crunching underfoot before moving to speak again.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what exactly do you like about Jungkook? I mean sure he’s great, not really, and all but really what is it? Is it his dick game because other than you I don't really think he’s ever been with anyone else.” She asks stuffing her hands in her coat pockets to stave off the slight chill that has zapped all the warmth from her fingers. There’s a brief pause in her thoughts as she wonders if Jungkook uses your impressive rack as the natural hand warmers they are, the lucky bastard she thinks with a scowl.

“I don't know, all of him.”

“That’s too vague an answer, like if I were to ask him what do you think he’d say he likes about you?”

“That I’m just so cute.�� you answer almost immediately hands cupping your cheeks as if to further prove that you are in fact cute. The scrunch to her nose is adorable, squishing her already delicate features, as you smile softly at her and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Not that cute, but to each their own I guess. I’ll see you later yeah?” she asks, turning on her heel to walk in the direction you had just come from.

“I’ll be there.” You call after her watching as she raises a single hand to show you she’d heard you.

Yoonji is sliding onto Hoseok’s lap with all the grace of the satan spawn she is, easily wrapping a single arm around his neck and taking a sip from your abandoned frappe. She hums around the straw gaze trained on Jungkook’s bewildered expression, it brings her immense pleasure to see him so distressed.

“Why are you here and what do you think you’re doing?” Jungkook asks, snatching the drink back.

“It was only a sip you’re overacting, besides it’s mostly water now anyways.” She scoffs feeling Hoseok wrap his arms tighter around her waist pulling her closer to him.

“You don’t understand, now my poor ____ has indirectly kissed you. She’s been tainted by your nasty germs, Hobi do something!” Jungkook whines cheeks flushing an unhealthy shade of red, it’s almost endearing how childlike that is of him.

“I don’t think I can do anything, since it’s already happened.” He replies easily long since used to antics and strange rivalry between his girlfriend and Jungkook. Yoonji licks her lips mischievously snickering before shooting a somewhat sultry gaze at Jungkook.

“Hmm, can I ask you something Junglebook?” she says.

“No, in fact I would very much enjoy it if you never spoke again. Yoongi how did the two of you share a womb?”

“I don't know, it just happened, what were you saying Yoonji?”

“It’s not my fault you prefer the fossil over there over me. I’m literally amazing, anyways what do you like about ____?” she asks, ignoring Yoongi’s muttering and the somewhat awkward silence that has settled over the table. Jungkook to his credit doesn't blow this out of proportion as he usually does, so she watches as he sits quietly hands wrapped around the cup. This time there’s a slow flush of color flooding his cheeks, it’s kind of cute in a weird ugly kind of way. It’s not like she found Jungkook particularly attractive, but she guesses she could, maybe if the boy next door was her type.

“I don’t know, she’s just really cute, she looks tiny compared to me, and I don't know, all of her?” the flush has spread to his neck and ears, a look she has to say she’s never witnessed before. Again cute in a gag her romcom kind of way, she would be sick if you hadn't already prepared her for his answer. She still fakes a gag either way destroying the warm bubble he’d created with all his mushy sappy feelings.

“You’re so lame, no wonder you didn't have friends in high school.” she laughs before planting a kiss to Hoseok’s cheek.

“You guys were my friends in high school.” he says, brows pinched together an ugly glare directed at Yoonji who has begun ignoring everyone, so that she can whisper to Hoseok.

“Ignoring Satan and the literal walking ball of sun, what are you doing for Valentine’s day?” Yoongi asks, sounding mildly irritated at the topic he himself has brought up.

“That’s like two weeks away, what does it have to do with us singles?” Jimin laughs resting his chin in an open palm.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t have plans.”

“Valentine’s day is for girls, and again I’m single what would that do?”

“What are you doing for Valentines day Jungkook?” Yoongi asks, turning his gaze to Jungkook who has sat silently from the start. The expression he wears is of confusion, brows pinched as if he were sitting in on a pack meeting full of boomers that didn't understand the world of today.

“Jungkook?” Jimin says catching Jungkook’s attention.

“What is that?” he asks timidly, again silence settles over the group all of them wearing a different expression. It’s broken by Yoonji who literally looks like the cat who ate the canary, it’s truly disgusting and he wishes he never has to see it again.

“Are you serious, you don't know what Valentine’s day is.” she snickers, a little too happily for Jungkook who remains just as confused as he had been before.

"Your girlfriend is human." Jimin says just as unhelpful.

"She's a witch, not a human." he reminds them.

“Witch still lands on the human side of the spectrum.” The conversation is going in circles, he thinks feeling irritation creep into him at the way they all continue to discuss your race.

“Can we please keep this conversation moving? What is Valentines day?” he asks, letting just a tiny bit of irritation seep into his tone.

“It’s a human holiday, made for couples to celebrate love.” Taehyung says, adding to the conversation for the first time this morning and suddenly reminding everyone of his presence. He shrugs off their stare, instead gathering his things and leaving them just as easily as he had joined the conversation.

“Why is a human holiday so important all of a sudden? It isn’t anything like the summer solstice right?” Yoonji looks more and more amused the longer they stay on the topic, lips curling upward into a smile that is both haunting and sort of breathtaking in a sinister steal your soul kind of way. He shivers, deciding then that he’ll pray to the moon goddess for Hoseok’s sanity.

“God you really are out of the loop, poor doggy.” Yoonji laughs sliding into the vacant chair but making sure it’s pressed as close to Hoseok as possible.

“Hoseok, please.” Jungkook breathes, maybe it’s the fatigue that is allowing Yoonji to annoy him quicker than usual or maybe she’s just testing his patience more than usual. Either way he’s distracted by Jimin clearing his throat, always playing the peacekeeper.

“You’re right, it isn't like the summer solstice but for some reason the girls like it. I think humans traditionally give chocolate, small gifts, or do other romantic couple things. This is usually the day most people confess feelings to someone, it’s actually really popular nowadays. I think even my parents celebrate valentine's day.” Jimin says the last bit more to himself than to the others.

“Wait, so do you guys give girls chocolate?” he asks, genuinely interested.

“No, I’ve had people give me friendship chocolate before.” Jungkook can’t seem to wrap his head around the whole chocolate thing at least not right now. Still he wonders if you would like to receive a gift from him. He listens intently as Yoongi and Hoseok talk about a course they’re taking seemingly having forgotten the prior conversation with the departure of Yoonji and Jimin who share an astronomy class.

He’s not forgotten about the conversation later that week while he sits on Jin's couch killing time before he goes home after all you texted him earlier saying that you’d be studying in the library and not to wait up. Jin had been filling him in on the show that’s been playing for the last two hours, one based on eight individuals who all share a birthday and somehow a weird mental connection. Truth be told Jungkook has been staring listlessly at the screen the colors long since blurred as his eyes have lost focus, hazy blobs moving this way and that. The sound has been drowned out almost as if the volume has been turned down while he thinks.

“- Riley to me is the least useful of the cluster, don’t you think?” Jin asks, Jungkook hums along not really hearing what his friend has said.

“Whispers isn’t really a bad guy, and neither is Rajan’s dad, right?” he says this time watching intently as Jungkook hums again leaning further into the couch.

“Jungkook, seriously you aren’t even watching it.”

“I am, Sun is in prison and Joongki must die.” he mutters, blinking a few times before turning his gaze to meet Jin’s.

“What’s wrong, if you’re tired you should go home and get some sleep.” Jin huffs leaning back into the recliner.

“Not tired, just thinking.” he says unconvincingly around a yawn that stretches his mouth a little too wide, suddenly reminding Jin of a lion. They sit in the relative silence for a brief moment, the sounds of another fight scene playing in the background drags Jin’s gaze back to the TV.

“What are you doing for valentines day?” he finally asks, he feels his lips twitch at the way Jin is quick to pause the show.

“Why? Are you going to tell me how much you love me?”

“No, it’s just my first time hearing about it.” he mumbles pouting slightly. Jin wonders how this boy was going to lead a pack when he’s such a child, then again he doesn’t understand werewolf hierarchy all too well.

“Are you planning to celebrate it?” Jungkook stills, once again wondering if you would be happy to receive chocolate as the others had mentioned.

“I don't know maybe, do you think ____ would like it?” Jin can hear the uncertainty in Jungkook’s voice, and for some odd reason he wants to laugh. He shouldn't because it’s rare for Jungkook to really share his feelings with someone that isn't you. Instead he asks himself the same question, would you be happy if Jungkook gave you a gift. It’s hard to imagine with you being reserved and all, but he thinks that you might, if it was behind closed doors in the safety of your own home.

“Yeah, I think she would.” And his answer is worth it he thinks as he watches the way Jungkook’s eyes twinkle with determination at the prospect of surprising you. When Jungkook goes home that night he spends a little too much time doing what he calls ‘research’ completely ignoring the course work that sits beside his laptop on his desk.

The weekend has come again and Jungkook is more than tired between school, and trying to find the best kind of gift he’s stumped and a little miserable. It had snowed again, covering the roads that had already been cleared, what’s more is that you have virtually moved into the library the last week. He’s seen less of you in the past week than he has his whole life, which just makes him more irritable as he drags himself out of bed, hoping, no, praying that you are home today. It’s Saturday after all, and you should be here in bed cuddling him, but you aren’t so he thinks you might be in the sunroom again brewing more potions. He finds it empty, not a single sign that you had been there at all by now he’s beginning to worry.

Slowly he pads back down the hall stopping briefly when he catches a soft almost muted sigh. He recognizes it almost instantly, his gaze falling to the couch as he rounds it to find you curled up underneath a thin lap blanket. You look so comfortable he doesn’t have the heart to move you, so instead he opts for something a little different. Jungkook is quick to leave returning with a heavier blanket and a pillow before he’s slipping his body into the tiny crevice you’ve left between your body and the back of the couch. He’s almost sighing at the way you unconsciously snuggle closer to his warm, he pulls you in closer, tucking your body as close to him as possible but also keeping you both comfortable in the limited space. His eyelids begin to flutter, the past weeks exhausting catching up with him now that he’s found ultimate comfort with you.

When Jungkook wakes again he’s on his back, his pinky finger just barely skimming the sliver of skin exposed by the way your shirt has ridden up. You’ve yet to awaken, brows furrowed in your sleep, your face relaxes when he nuzzles the crown of your head. He cherishes these quiet moments, not that he didn't all the others but these were his favorite. Enjoyed the naturalness of it all, like this you weren’t hiding from others, you weren’t reserved, you were just yourself and he liked that. He briefly wonders what time it might be, when he feels you begin to stur, it always starts off slow. You sigh softly a single puff of air leaving your nose, then you nuzzle into what would usually be your pillow but today it’s Jungkook’s chest, next comes the twitch of your fingers followed by the stretch of your arm, hand seeking the warmth that is usually Jungkook beside you. Instead your hands tangle in the softness of the blanket pulling it closer softly knocking him on the chin as you snuggle into the comfort.

“____, baby it’s time to get up.” he murmurs voice husky from disuse.

“Don’t wanna.”

“Gotta make us some breakfast.” he sighs feeling you shift further before you sit up, your eyes are half lidded, hair mused. The long sleeve your wear is slipping off one of your shoulders, you’re blinking sluggishly, gaze still unfocused but at least you're awake now. His hands find purchase on your thighs, squeezing them slightly so that your gaze meets his.

“You awake yet baby? Need some help?” he asks watching the way you frown down at him before shaking your head, rubbing at your eyes tiredly. His heart squeezes in his chest, a slow heat swirling low in his belly the longer you straddle him. You shift your weight as you stretch, back arched in a way that pulls his gaze to your chest, through the thin material he can make out the stiff peaks of your nipples. There’s a twitch of his fingers as he restrains himself from feeling the soft weight of them in his palms, but there are other things troubling him at the moment. Mostly the way he can feel the heat of your pussy through the thin material of panties as you settle more of your weight on his crotch.

“Breakfast?” you ask, the single word is enough to drag his thoughts back to something fluffy, something softer, less deprived. He squeezes at your thighs again sitting up to press a kiss to your cheek before sliding you off his lap and intertwining your fingers as you follow him to the bathroom.

Jungkook is humming as he sways at the stove chuckling as you squeeze your arms tighter around his waist when he stops swaying. It’s odd for you to be this openly affectionate, even here in the safety of your home mostly because he likes to take advantage of the situations persuading you to do things he would rather keep to himself. Still he can’t say he isn't enjoying himself, at least he was until he hears the door fly open and the telltale muttering of one Min insufferable Yoonji. Your grip tightens further as you press yourself closer almost as if you’re trying to hide from her, but that doesn't make sense, as much as he hates to admit it you two are super close.

“What are you doing?” she asks, and just her tone makes him pause.

“Making breakfast.” he replies before he hears a scoff.

“I wasn't talking to you Junglebook, ____ what are you doing, you were supposed to meet me three hours ago.” she sighs as you whine pathetically against Jungkook’s back rubbing your face into the soft material of his shirt.

“I can’t hear you.”

“M’tired, don't wanna go.” you cry and Jungkook feels heat rush to his cheeks at the tone you use, it reminds him of the way you sound when he’s balls deep in you. He really shouldn't be thinking of that, especially not with that thing you call your best friend around.

“This was your decision, I’m just there for moral support. Now let's go before I catch whatever disease Jungkook carries.” she sniffs, narrowing her eyes when you don’t budge.

“Can’t you at least let her eat breakfast before you drag her away?” Jungkook asks, moving the grilled cheese to the cooling rack glaring at Yoonji over his shoulder. She sighs heavily but silently agrees as she takes a seat at the kitchen island. He can hear the clicks of her keyboard as she typed something into her phone followed by the swoosh of her message being sent. Briefly, and just briefly he wondered who the hell would want to talk to her so damn early. Though he can’t really call afternoon early now can he.

You look sleepy when you’re finally ready to leave after having eaten your weight in bread, cheese, and butter, a look he absolutely adores. Yoonji is standing in the open door typing on her phone again, ignoring the flowery atmosphere that blankets the two of you like some cliche shoujo manga. The way you smile up at him makes his heart flutter, a pleasant wave of warm slowly makes its way through his body as you hug him and he’s planting a kiss to the crown of your head not so subtly scent marking you. It’s only when Yoonji makes an exasperated sound do you two pull away.

“See you later, be safe.” he says smiling in a way that makes your tummy flutter.

“I will.” you almost sigh before Yoonji glares at him once more and pulls you along. With you gone, he has nothing else to do than to look through the possible gifts options he’d bookmarked. There’s so many things to chose from, gourmet chocolates, edible arrangements, teddy bears, flowers, jewelry, spa days, sex? It’s all so much, he’s saved so many links it’s a folder that he’s pinned to his bookmarks bar on his search engine. Maybe he should ask for help, Yoonji wouldn’t help him even if he asked nicely while on his knees, but perhaps Yoongi and Seokjin would. He has to take that chance, and pray to the moon goddess that they’ll offer their insight.

“I can’t help you.” Yoongi says after Jungkook has gathered the most reliable of his friends.

“Why not?”

“Prior engagements, and this if your girlfriend. You should know what she’d like, let me know what you go with.” he says, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck and leaving the oldest and the youngest together.

“Jin please tell me you’ll be more helpful than Yoongi.” he whines, and Seokjin takes pity on him because as much as he hates to say it, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“I can try but it really depends on what you think ____ would like the best.” Jungkook beams at Jin’s willingness to help even if he doesn’t promise anything. He’s quick to pull open his laptop, opening one too many links that have both their heads spinning. Jungkook’s because he’s just so excited to surprise you and Jin is mostly amazed at Jungkook’s thoughtfulness. He switches through tabs, scanning over the things Jungkook has chosen, truth be told he’s not sure if any material items would be any good. He also doesn't like the ridiculous price listed beside the edible arrangements and gourmet chocolates, absolutely gawks at the price next to the jewelry. It’s not like Seokjin doesn’t know what kind of family Jungkook comes from, sure werewolves were a dime a dozen but not Jungkook, he was from one of the founding packs and in being so he was more than well off and that came from a literal prince of the sea such as himself. Still he wonders what kind of craftsmanship could be worth that much, or did Jungkook not care about price? He wants to laugh at the sheer absurdity that is the younger and his lack of care for things such as this, but he supposes that was where he came in.

“What did you have in mind?” Jin asks hesitantly, almost dreading the conversation.

“I don’t know a little of everything.” Jungkook answers sheepishly.

“A bit of everything.” Jin repeats already appalled at the idea. “Maybe you should stick to one, how about flowers?”

“____, do you think she’ll like them?”

“I don't know, i’m sure she’ll be able to use them in her potions.”

“Nevermind, not flowers. Then maybe jewelry?”

“Does ____ wear jewelry?”

“Not really, she doesn’t like being too flashy.” he mumbles.

“What about chocolate?” Jin finally asks, skipping over all the other options for fear of prolonging this dreadful conversation.

“That’s perfect, I should order it right now.” he beams, reaching for the laptop in Seokjin’s grapes but coming up empty when Jin scoots away from him.

“Or, and this is just a thought, but why don’t you make it yourself?” it’s posed as a question, though to Jungkook it sounds more like a statement, a suggestion if you will. One that he doesn’t think sounds too bad after all how hard can making chocolate be? He smiles at Jin, in a way that lets Jin know that it’s finally over. But boy was he in for a trip.

Jungkook had dragged Jin to the closest supermarket, throwing every bar of chocolate into the cart that he could find, even including other ingredients. After the supermarket they’d gone to a craft store for silicone molds, he’d even stopped at a small variety store for what he called cuter molds, because the ones from the craft store were too plain. Truth be told Jin wasn’t too sure what Jungkook would do with all that he had purchased but he knew he’d find some adequate guinea pigs for Jungkook. The younger thanks him with a meal followed by a brief goodbye before heading home to start the process of chocolate making.

As it turns out chocolate making isn’t too hard, but there’s something unsatisfying about melting premade chocolate and filling molds. It’s okay Jungkook supposes as he demolds yet another batch of half strawberry half milk chocolate rilakkuma molds. There are a few more trays of chocolates, some have pocky others have nuts but he’s still dissatisfied paying no mind to them as he dumps the finished chocolates into a tupperware instead of the box he’s intended to pack them in. This was supposed to be a test run, a successful one if they asked him but one that left him thinking that it wouldn't be enough. He heaves a heavy sigh as he finishes pulling the chocolate from the molds, moving to seal the tupperware that held them.

He’s decided then as he’s stacking the containers in a canvas bag that he’s going to Jin’s again he needs more help, but before that he needs to clean up so that you won't come home to this mess. He also doesn't want to risk you finding out what he’s planned as a surprise, he’s so focused on the task at hand he doesn't hear the door. Much less the way you and Yoonji speak animatedly as you make your way further into the house.

“Jungkook what’s this?” you ask giggling the slightest as he flinches at the gentle hand you place on his shoulder. His shock is quickly replaced by something gentle, something that has your brow furrowing. Maybe it’s the way he widens his eyes as he turns his body to face you properly, he used to do this a lot when he was trying to hide something from you back when you were kids. This faux innocent look got him in more trouble than you can remember and you don't like it, especially now.

“Hey baby, I didn't know you’d be home so soon.” he says wrapping you up in a hug. You squirm in his hold trying in vain to get him to loosen his hold on you, which makes you all the more suspicious of what he might be hiding.

“Jungkook, please.” you murmur a little confused as he continues to evade your question from earlier.

“I’m going to Jin’s for a bit. I'll be back with some take out is that okay?” he says instead grabbing the bag and heading for the door. You stare after he’s gone, a little more than confused at what has just transpired.

“Is he going to bring enough for three?” Yoonji asks from her place on the couch the tv playing a reality show you don’t particularly enjoy.

“Why is Hermione always out of breath? It’s like she’s always on the brink of hyperventilating in every scene.” Yoongi asks as he sits beside Jin, a half confused half annoyed expression sitting pretty on his face. To his credit at least he isn't hyper analyzing other aspects of the film, ones that he knows are a lot more pressing than Hermione’s inability to catch her breath. So you would imagine how relieved he is to get the door after a series of knocks, even more relieved to see Jungkook if only for a moment. Jungkook to his credit doesn't look any less different than he did earlier in the day, in fact he looks normal? Maybe he should be worried that Jungkook looks significantly less excited than he was mere hours ago. Jungkook thrusts the bag at Jin before throwing his weight down on the couch beside a very amused Yoongi.

“What is this?” Jin asks, a little too hesitant before recognizing his ‘como se llama’ eco friendly bag.

“Chocolate.” he answers quickly but a little too quietly while Yoongi perks up at the prospect of free candy.

“I thought you said you didn't have my bag,” Jin says pulling out one too many containers “are these my tupperware?” Jungkook remains silent, gaze settled on the tv as Yoongi pulls open one of the tupperware.

“What’s with all the chocolate, kinda cutesy don’t you think?” Yoongi comments offhandedly popping a few pieces into his mouth with a hum.

“They were for ____.” Yoongi pauses mid chew, turning his attention to the younger.

“Why would you give us candy meant for your girlfriend?” he asks around a mouthful of strawberry chocolate hearts.

“It was practice, I didn’t wanna give her homemade chocolates after all.” he sighs, turning his gaze to Jin who still stands beside Yoongi who continues to eat the chocolate.

“Do you have a backup plan?” Jin’s gaze falls to Yoongi who posed the question, he’s glad he wasn't the one who asked. He watches in a weird mix of concern and amusement as Jungkook’s eyes glaze over before he whines.

“No,” he all but sobs looking up at Jin with a tremble to his lip “what if ____ hates me because i didn't give her anything.” It’s so hard to hold in his laughter, Jungkook was being a little dramatic.

“There are other things you can make besides chocolate y’know.” Yoongi sighs, setting the bowl on the coffee table and finally pausing the movie after all he really likes the scene where Harry realizes the patronus he saw was his own.

“Why not bake her something, there are plenty of pastries that use chocolate.” he offers, ignoring the way both Jungkook and Jin gawk at him.

“Is hell freezing over, are you actually offering to help?” Jin gasps a little too dramatically, it makes Yoongi scowl.

“No, you ugly I won't be helping but I might know someone who can.” beside him Jungkook makes a choking noise, one that has both of them casting their gaze in his direction.

“Thank you so much Yoongi, I’ll give you my first born.”

“Keep it, I’ll have enough of my own.” he says, scrunching his nose at the thought of Jungkook’s kids. Jin on the other hand is grumbling at the level of disrespect from a solid 8 when he was in fact a 10, a 10!

“Go home, I’ll text you the information later.” he sighs trying to pacify Jin who continues to list all that makes him a 10 and Yoongi an 8. He does as he’s told, trying his best to slip out so as not to be lumped in with Yoongi even though he was feeling grateful for his hyung. He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and he’s scowling down at the sole message that lights up his screen.

my moon ♡

➣ don’t forget the takeout, plus extra Yoonji is here :)

He supposes he can deal with Satan just this once, he’s got a good feeling about this.

Jungkook is feeling overwhelmed to say the least, it’s Wednesday and he’s suddenly swamped with course work. To add insult to injury he hasn’t heard a single word from Yoongi who has also somehow gone missing for the last three days following their conversation over the weekend. He’s so tired he’s thinking of skipping his only class for tomorrow, what’s worse is that valentine's day is a week and a half away now and he’s still very much at square one. Luckily he’s at home so he’s free to let out a tear or two of pure frustration, he curses Yoongi for lying to him. What's worse was that he played nice with the she-demon too! Maybe he’s overreacting, there are worse things than not having giving you a gift for some stupid human holiday. Still though, he wanted to make this one memorable, even if it ended up being the only one you celebrated together. Hell you aren’t even here, he’s sure you’re doing it on purpose now.

How much extra credit could one person need, especially when you were one of the top students in your field. If push came to shove he would drag you back if he had too, but right now he just wants to curl up and pretend he didn't care about this stupid holiday. It would seem though that the universe won’t let him throw a pity party because as soon as his eyes fall shut there’s a knock at the door. He ignores it at first hoping it’s just one of his friends and they’ll leave if he doesn’t make a sound. He shouldn't have bet on it, when the knocks continue. It’s funny how urgent they sound, but really he just wants to be left alone. Still he groans, dragging himself off the couch and shuffling to the door with a scowl. The door swings open as he readies to spit nasty words at whoever has interrupted him only to catch a faint whiff of apples. His gaze falls to someone just a head shorter than him, a woman, one he doesn’t recognize.

“Can I help you?” he asks, feeling the chill of the air nip at his nose as he takes a deep breath, catching the scent of a prey shifter species.

“I um, well, are you um, are you Jungkook?” she asks, her gaze easily meeting anything else except his own as he stares. He’s sizing her up, not in a scummy way of course, how could he when he had you, but he doesn't recognize her at all. Nor does her scent smell familiar so he really can't place how he would know her.

“Yes, and you are?” he finally says watching as her nerves seem to settle the slightest, though her heart is still beating a little too loudly for his liking.

“I’m Bunny, Yoongi said you would be expecting me?” she offers up easily though it’s almost a whisper. His features twist into something of confusion, Yoongi said what now? That damned cat had gone MIA, surely this was a prank or something.

“How do you know Yoongi?” He asks instead, watching a shade of rose color the light olive of her cheeks.

“We’re dating.” she mumbles bashfully clenching her hands at her side. Suddenly he recalls pestering Yoongi into letting them meet his girlfriend, and the former almost immediately putting his foot down in a firm no. So really is he at fault he didn't recognize Yoongi’s girlfriend, someone he has never met, until today that is.

“Oh, you’re that Bunny!” he almost howls watching as she flinches at the sheer volume of it. It’s cute really, he takes back what he said about her not being as hot as you, though you will always be number one in his book.

“Yeah, did Yoongi not tell you that I would be here today?”

“I don't think so.” he answers easily, watching the way she scowls more to herself than him, as she pulls her phone out and presses it to her ear.

“You didn't tell him I would be here?” Bunny says after a brief moment. He can slightly hear what he assumes is Yoongi’s voice though it's more muffled than anything.

“But Yoonie you said you would tell him. No, I was on time. Are you sure you texted him? Yoongi! Okay, you owe me big time. Promise? Okay, love you.” she finishes hanging up with a sigh, the rose on her cheeks is darker bordering more on red now.

“Sorry about that, Yoongi was supposed to send you my schedule. He said you needed help with baking a pastry?” she says with a smile sweetly at him.

“Wait, you're the someone he knows?” she tilts her head slightly brows furrowed at his words.

“I guess I am, can I come in or is this a bad time?” He’s quick to step aside, showing her to the living room and offering her something to drink. It’s odd to be alone with another woman, one who is very much not single but still weird since he’s never done it before. It’s almost off putting, so much so he feels a growl building in his chest. He really shouldn't be so guarded, especially when she is harmless and seems to have no ill intentions. He’s placing a cup of tea before her taking the seat adjacent to her as she smiles warmly at him.

“So what did you have in mind?” she asks, not unkindly pulling a notepad from her bag and resting it in her lap while she waits for his answer.

“I’m not entirely sure, I just know it has to be something with chocolate.”

“That narrows it down a bit, do you want something more elegant or simplistic?”

“Simplistic, my girlfriend doesn’t like things that are too flashy.” he sighs thinking of you and the easy smile you give him when you're eating sweets. It eases his nerves the slightest, as Bunny takes note of this.

“This almost seems like a therapy session, what with you sitting here taking notes and all.” he says to break the gentle scritch scratch sound of her pen on paper. She pauses, a small hesitant smile on her lips as she moves to meet his gaze.

“Truth be told I’m a little nervous, you’re aura is a little intimidating.” she chuckles, grip tightening on her pen. He can see the reasoning behind her words after all werewolves very rarely interacted out of their species even amongst the supernatural.

“You shouldn’t be, I’m house trained after all.” he’s amused as a flurry of giggles flee her being, and she tries in vain to stifle them. After that she seems to relax, easy narrowing down their options to a devil's food cake or a chocolate tart. He likes the idea of a tart so it’s with a little glee that he makes his decision.

“I’ll be here tomorrow at the same time and we can get started.” she says as she gathers her belongings while he shows her out. He’s excited to say the least a little more than he was when he was with the chocolate. So he guesses that in the end Yoongi was a least a little helpful.

True to her word Bunny is at his door at the same time as the previous day and Jungkook is more than happy to let her in, even taking some of the shopping bags out of her hand. He isn’t quite sure how he’ll do, but he is confident in his ability to try. After her departure and a stressful amount of time spent doing school work you had come home, sans Yoonji of course and you’d cuddled before he’d made the two of you a light dinner. Even after he’d spent too many hours reading over a single chocolate tart recipe, so much so he probably knew it by heart.

“I brought enough ingredients to make room for trial and error. You don’t have to be good at it from the get go, just follow the recipe okay?” she says in a voice that is oddly calming, he wonders briefly if she uses it on Yoongi. He nods his head in confirmation tying an apron around his waist as she does the same. She’s quick to take the reins, directing him in the tasks, and helping him when he asks for it. She says that they’ll be working in pieces, cutting the recipe in half for now as she whisks the ice water and egg yolk while Jungkook mixes the dry ingredients with butter.

“Making the dough is easy, the baking part is what usually takes a while to get right. I’m sure you’ll do fine, after all Yoongi has told me you’re a great cook.” she offers still whisking the egg and water.

“This is actually my first time baking in a while, I’ve found that I’m not that good at it.” he laughs.

“Really, your girlfriend must be very special. It’s actually kind of romantic.” He offers her a smile as they move to the next step. As it turns out Bunny is a very good teacher, helpful and patient when Jungkook thinks he might’ve messed up the dough. He learns that she’s studying to be a preschool teacher, and that one day she hopes to have a litter of her own. A soft rouge settles on her cheeks after she had divulged that tidbit of information before she asks him what his course of study is and his dreams for the future. The dough is now chilling in the refrigerator as they wait, so he supposes he can indulge her if only a bit.

“I’m doing pack management, an easy degree for someone like me.”

“Yoongi said you were loaded and I didn't believe him, but i guess it’s true.” she laughs.

“I guess that’s one way to look at it, I just want to be a good Alpha.”

“How about pups? Do you want any?”

“Of course, I want a whole pack full of my pups. I just have to marry my mate first.” She seems to perk up at this, a smile splitting her features.

“Marriage, have you asked her yet?” she asks a little too giddy for his liking but he feels a blush color his cheeks regardless.

“Not yet, I don’t think it’s the right time.” She nods her head in understanding, before pressing him for any dirt he has on Yoongi. All in all the first lesson goes smoothly, well except for the fact that he over cooks one of the tart shells and burns the other. She reminds him that there is still room for improvement, which somehow settles his nerves. He agrees with her after all there are still nine days left before the 14th.

He manages to get the tart shell perfect seven days before valentine’s day, which means he has a week to learn how to make the filing and how to put it all together. He’s feeling a little more stressed than usual with midterms coming up and your virtual lack of presence over the last few days. Really he’s starting to wonder just what is keeping you away from home all these days especially when you easily redirect his attention any time he asks. Maybe he’s overthinking it, it could really just be school work. He’s hissing, as the knife he’s using to chop the semi sweet chocolate slices through his middle finger. Luckily for him Bunny is quick to usher him away from the island and towards the sink. She wraps a bandage around his cut offering him a rubber glove to cover his bandaged hand before she wipes down the blood that had leaked onto the counter.

“Are you okay?” she asks a little too hesitantly for someone who he has become quick friends with.

“Yeah, I was just stuck in my thoughts.”

“We can always take a break, we have time.” She reminds him again, moving to clean up before leaving him alone and saying that he deserves a break from not only school but baking too. With Bunny gone he has some time to himself, time to think, to cool down and let his rational mind take control of the rampant nasty thoughts rearing their ugly little heads. To his credit he’s never once thought that you would cheat on him, it just wasn't in your personality to do so. He knew that you wouldn’t, but he really can't help letting his head tell him otherwise. Still he would know if you were, his wolf would feel it and he’s yet to cause a commotion. He decides then that he’s overthinking it, there’s a high chance that you’re just off doing god knows what with Yoonji. He doesn’t like that either but it’s still better than what the little voice in his head is saying.

Five days from Valentine's Day, he and Bunny are making the filing for the tart. He’s once again chopping semi-sweet chocolate listening to her as she tells him the next step. She’s made the tart shells beforehand so it would be easier on him so as to relieve some of the pressure for a perfect tart. He’d thanked her for the consideration when she’d arrived, which led to now as he combined heavy cream, milk heating to a low simmer before he mixed in the chopped semi sweet chocolate. He added sugar and watched as Bunny beat the eggs needed to finish the filing. The only thing left to do was stir the eggs into the chocolate mixture before pouring it into the tart shell and baking it again. With a timer they set out to clean up, before Bunny excuses herself telling him to try the tart with some friends and if he needed any further help she was only a phone call away. With her departure he’s quick to call up Jimin and Taehyung asking them rather cryptically if they wanted to come over. To his surprise they showed up rather quickly and they brought Namjoon along.

“Smells good in here.” Jimin comments.

“Really good, what are you making?” Taehyung adds.

“Are you baking?” Namjoon asks, catching the attention of the other two.

“I am, don’t tell ____. I need you to taste test it for me.” he says quickly, moving to run his fingers through his hair as his nerves kick in again.

“Cool.” Taehyung laughs, throwing his weight down on the couch before turning the TV on to show with a female assassin who’s in love with a woman from MI6. Jungkook gnaws on his lip as he watches from the kitchen, silence falls over the four of them as they watch the events unfold on screen. Jungkook is surprised at Taehyung's choice, mostly because he very rarely enjoys anything the former recommends. Since he prefers shows he can use as background noise that he doesn't have to pay much attention to. But this one is good, it’s interesting enough he barely hears the timer go off. None of the others move, gaze trained on the show as the blonde assassin plays a prank on her retainer. He likes the relationship between the retainer and the assassin, in fact he likes them a lot more than the lady from mi6. The tart is warm in his oven mitted hand, and smells amazing if he does say so himself. The shell is golden brown and the filing looks just as beautiful as he’d seen in the pictures. But he’s still not in the clear just yet, he still needs his taste testers to give him the green light.

The nervous flutter of butterflies has returned, swirling in the low of his belly as he leaves the tart to cool. He’s gone back to gnawing on his lip, thoughts running rampant that maybe it won’t be good enough, perhaps Bunny had been lying to him, maybe this would be a disaster. He tastes blood, the skin of his inner lip torn open by all the anxious gnawing, he swipes his tongue over the wound letting the coppery taste linger the longer he sits in his pool of self imposed anxiousness. The sounds of the TV are muffled, the images blurring as his gaze grows unfocused the longer he sits and waits, there’s something about the waiting that gets to him. His gaze slowly falls to the tart as it cools to the side, his brows furrowing as he looks at it.

“Oh are you cutting it?” Jimin asks, gaze focused on Jungkook and the knife he holds in hand. He can barely manage a nod, watching just as silently as his friends crowd him at the counter as he cuts them all a slice. He doesn't wait for them to take a bite, watching his fork easily cut through the chocolate and the shell hearing the soft clink of the metal on ceramic. He slowly brings the fork to his lips, and when he finally takes a bite he almost weeps.

He wakes up to you snuggled into him, an arm and leg slung over his body to keep him close. To his surprise you don’t have anything to do that day you offer up when he asks what your plans for the day are. He tries to hide the way he freezes at your revelation, after all you’d both been busy leading up to today. Finally the holiday is here and he was ready to prepare your gift while you’re out but this has thrown him for a loop. He counts himself lucky that it’s a weekend before he shoots a text to Jin asking to borrow his kitchen and that he would be more than happy to offer compensation for said favor. Jin easily agrees, reminding him that if he wanted to use it he had to be there before five since he had a date. The real pain is having to leave you when he finally has you to himself, he has to physically force himself to leave you alone with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to be back early.

Time seems to fly by, because when he finally reaches Jin’s after what he thought was a quick trip to the supermarket the sun hangs lower in the sky than when he’d left. Jin greets him at the door, as he comes through bags in hand, before he rushes to the kitchen. To his surprise Namjoon is here, and he offers a small smile.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, taking note of the way Namjoon is dressed up.

“Jin and I have dates in the human realm, thought it’d be easier to catch a ride with him.” Namjoon says with a shrug.

“Aren’t you afraid of biting them?”

“You’d be surprised how many humans are into that.” Namjoon laughs, catching the look Jin gives him.

“Anyways, we have some time before we head out. I can help you if you need it.” Jin offers, tying an apron around his waist. Jungkook beams at the older, grateful for the help even though he’s determined to do all the work himself he’s more than happy his friends offer the help. The motions come easily, the dough and the filing are easy enough to do now after he has practiced. He makes a mental note to send Bunny a thank you gift and he supposes Yoongi too. Namjoon offers idle chit chat to fill the silence as he compliments the tart Jungkook had made all those days ago, saying how he’d been thinking about it often, he even goes far enough to say he would pay to have Jungkook make him one. The three of them laugh, Jin taking slight offence refusing to be upstaged by the youngest. Some odd hours later the tarts are done, one for you, one for Jin as thank you and one for Namjoon who looks more excited over the pastry than the date.

“Thanks for the tart, I hope she likes it.” Jin says as he locks his door leading Namjoon to his car. The drive home is a calming, classical music filling his ears as he lets his frenzied mind unwind. He thinks that he shouldn't be worried, he knows you and that is enough to finally calm the nervous flutter of butterflies in his tummy.

It would seem the butterflies have returned as Jungkook stands awkwardly on the porch, canvas bag in hand. His heart beats against his ribs too violently he’s afraid there’ll be bruising, he doesn’t think he’s ever been this nervous in his whole life, perhaps it’s the holiday, truly he isn’t quite sure. He recalls Jimin saying that Valentine’s Day was made to celebrate love, while Yoongi said it was capitalism but he liked the thought of celebrating love better. Jungkook was a sap like that, and what better way to celebrate love than to give you something that he’d worked hard to make to show you, his one and only how much you meant to him? It’s this thought that finally frees the butterflies, setting them free from the confines of his belly taking his nervousness with them. Still he takes a deep breath before he finally enters his home.

“Hey you’re here!” you beam at him from down the hall. He takes in the dress you wear, something loose and flowery but still form fitting enough it hugs all his favorite parts. His gaze however remains on the apron you wear, something frilly and cutesy he’s never seen before.

“I am, are you cooking?” he asks, unable to help the way his tone fluctuates the slightest on the last word. There’s this bashful smile spreading your lips, tugging them upward ever so slightly it makes his heart skip a beat.

“I am, come and sit I’m almost done.” he does as he’s told, taking in the absolutely decadent scent of food. You fuss over him, taking the bag from him and setting it gently on the counter. He’s seated at the table chin resting on an open palm watching you work. It’s nice he thinks, especially seeing you dressed up for something as simple as dinner. Still it’s a welcomed change, a sudden furrow settling on his brow as he remembers you aren’t a particularly good cook and as such usually refrain from doing so.

“Hey, where’d you learn to cook?” he asks.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, but if you must know I had Yoonji and Yoonji teach me how to make you something special.” you say shooting him a smirk over your shoulder, it stirs something in his belly something that he struggles to tamp down.

“Oh yeah, special occasion?” he teases with an easy smile.

“Just wanna spoil my man.”

“Hmm, lucky him, wonder where he’s at.” you gasp dramatically. Turning off the stove while pointing tongs at him.

“I do too, he’s very charming, cute smile, big, y'know all the things a girl likes?” she sighs as his cheeks pinken at the unexpected praise.

“You think I’m big?”

“Of course baby.” you simper, plating the food before cutting up the steak. He smirks as you saunter over placing the plate before him leaning up as you lean down to plant a soft kiss to his lips. He hums as you nibble at the skin of his lips, one of his hands moving to squeeze your hip before you pull away. You take your seat opposite of his, careful to remove the apron and setting it aside.

“Go ahead, dig in.” you say watching with rapt attention as he takes a bit of the steak and some greens. His gaze never leaves yours even as he takes a bite, letting the taste wash over his tongue. You smile so wide eyes sparkling as he groans, the savory bite of meat melts on his tongue, and he finally looks away.

“Oh god, what did they teach you?” he asks around a mouthful, quick to dig in as you giggle softly.

“Enough, Yoonji said you should be grateful she taught me well and that this was her one good deed for the year.” you laugh chewing the bite of steak. He nods his head, it seems he’ll be indebted to her.

“So this was the prior engagement Yoongi had mentioned.” he says more to himself than you.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, this is really good. My compliments to the chef.” He loves the way you smile at his compliments. The rest of dinner goes by much the same, the two of you exchanging teasing words in between bites and soon enough you're doing the dishes. You’re drying them as Jungkook rinses, resting comfortably close to one another when you spot the canvas bag that Jungkook had come home with.

“What’s in the bag?” you ask turning to look up at him taking the last dish from him to dry it.

“What bag?”

“The one you came home with, what’s in it?” you ask again as you dry your hands. He turns to see the bag, and suddenly he’s reminded of the tart.

“Oh, you go sit on the couch, it's a surprise.” he says spinning you in the direction of the couch smacking your ass playfully when you don’t budge. You flinch slightly as the mild sting, moving towards to take a seat on the couch as he says. It’s not long before he’s settling beside you as you look down at his hands to see a single slice of chocolate tart topped with whipped cream. Your brows furrow, lips twitching as you fight a smile.

“I made this for you, happy valentine’s day.” he says bashfully, chuckling softly when your gaze shoots up to meet his.

“Jungkook, you didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted too, besides it’s mostly self indulgent.” he whispers leaning into you to slot his lips against yours. He breathes in your sigh, tilting his head the slightest to deepen the kiss relishing in the taste of you before he pulls away.

“You taste like steak.” you giggle while he simply rests his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, well then I’d say we taste the same.” He pecks you once, twice, three times sighing when he finally pulls away taking the fork and bringing up a small portion of the tart to your lips.

“Open up baby.” he breaths eyes half lidded watching intently as your lips part ever so slightly wrapping around the pastry teeth scraping over the fork to catch every last bit. The rich taste of the chocolate washes over your tongue. You moan slightly blinking sluggishly as you savor the taste of the creamy filling parting your lips for more. Jungkook's pants feel tight as he feeds you more, each bite you take is more painful as he finally lets his mind wander. Let’s himself think of all those nasty little things he’d been holding back for a little too long.

“Need you baby.” he breathes, moving to take your bottom lip between his teeth. You whimper softly pressing yourself closer to him as much as you can. He’s quick to set the plate aside pulling you onto his lap, pulling you down by the hips so you can feel him press against you right where you need him. He swallows you gasp as he gently thrusts his hips up into you, teeth nipping at your lip again because he just needs to feel you.

“Want you Kook, please.” you murmur against his lips as he slowly trails them to your jaw and neck. He hums hands squeezing your thighs with a muffled groan as he slides them under the hem of your skirt, finger slipping into the waistband of your panties and giving a swift tug.

“Want these off baby.” you nod eagerly shakily sliding off his lap to quickly pull them off as he rids himself of his pants and boxers. His hands find your thighs again, squeezing as he pulls you to straddle his lap once more. Your fingers knot themselves in his hair, tugging slightly to tilt his face up for another kiss, mewling as he slides his fingers through your folds spreading your slick and rubbing your clit in small tight circles. You buck your hips as heat swirls in your belly, sighing shakily as his fingers dip into your heat.

“So wet for me, how bad d’you want it?” he breathes, nuzzling your cheek as your fingers tighten in his hair.

“So bad, kook plea- oh!” you squeal as his sinks a finger further into you, pumping it slowly as he eases in a second finger in beside it basking in the way you clench around them whimpering as you drop your hips with every upward stroke of his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just a little more, don’t wanna hurt you.” he sighs feeling his cock twitch as he thinks about being buried in your warmth.

“Need you, please.” Your hips grind into his palm crying out as he pulls his fingers from your heat, soothing you with soft bites to your shoulders.

“Shh, I got you, s’okay, ready for me?” he asks, not really expecting an answer. He spreads your arousal as he gives his cock a few pumps before he lines himself up to your opening.

“Deep breath okay, yeah just like that.” It’s a tight fit as he slowly pushes into your warmth, you groan into his ear at the stretch, twitching as he buries himself deeper. There are tears in your eyes as you clench around his girth, crying out as he grinds your hips into his. You can't take it, can almost taste your release as he continues to grind your hips into his as he whispers soft praise into your skin. His grip on your hips loosens, breath ragged as you continue to grind down on him feeling your walls flutter around his length. Your panting broken incomprehensible words, one’s he recognizes easily as your plea for help. His palm comes down on your ass, the sharp smack accompanied by your gasp when he thrusts into you. He only manages a few pumps of his hips before you wail, clenching around his cock so tightly it almost pains him to just sit and let you ride out the wave of your orgasm. Your body has grown slack against him, head buried in his neck as he rubs at your back.

“Are you tapping out on me?” he chuckles into your skin grunting as you twitch in his lap, squeezing your thighs closer.

“Gimme a sec.” you murmur sleepily, lips ghosting over the mole on his neck. He’ll give you all the time you need because you won’t be sleeping tonight.

“Happy valentines day, baby.” he growls when he feels you begin to rock your hips easily lifting you both off the couch and making his way to your bedroom.

“I can't, it's too much.” You cry.

“It’s okay, just a little more.” Jungkook reassures you softly.

“P-please s’too much.” The sob that you let out is whiny, bordering on distressed. Yoonji’s cheeks heat the longer she stands in the hallway, maybe she should’ve announced her entrance instead of barging in. Perhaps if she did she wouldn’t have walked in on you and Jungkook fucking in the kitched.

“That’s it, good girl, that’s perfect.” he sighs followed by your whine, and so Yoonji decided she should just leave. After all there was no use in interrupting if it meant being scarred by the image of her friends mid fuck. She definitely didn't need to see Jungkook’s tiny weiner, gross she thinks closing the door as gently as she can and leaving them blissfully unaware of her accidental presence.

“I hate cutting onion.” you cry when Jungkook cups your face and plants a few kisses to your lips.

“I know baby, but you wanted to learn.” he laughs as you grumble to yourself and he sweeps you up into a hug.

“So should we move on?” he asks, watching you nod excitedly, he’s equally excited to see what the future holds. It may have taken some time and more than ten ounces of semi sweet chocolate but eventually Jungkook learned that you would be the sweetest thing in his life.

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3 dates | c.sc

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 12.4k+ (i have NO idea how this became so long so strap in for a ride)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, self doubt, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

synopsis ➳ after one fateful encounter with him you cannot get him out of your head. so you opt to do some crazy things to catch his attention and even snag a few dates with him. only trouble is he isn't the type to stay after the whole disposition is over.

Swirling the third drink in your hand you heave yet another depressed sigh. You are so tired that you feel like you can just slump on the counter and pass out. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to stop for a drink, you alcohol riddled brain thinks.

The plans you had with Katelyn was cancelled last moment; she called to tell you that her thesis submission date was moved forward and so she couldn't hang out with you tonight. You're in the middle of an existential crisis quite literally, the too many part time jobs yet still lack of money and copious amounts of study getting to you. Staring hard at your drink you contemplate if it is worth giving up on college and your dream of becoming an arts major. It sure feels tempting right now, the long hours at the diner and not enough sleep at night proving to be the worst nuisance.

Sighing you put down your drink. It's still early, you should go home and try to catch up on the much needed sleep. You really had no intention of grabbing a drink tonight; you have morning classes tomorrow but you made a last moment decision to stop for a drink on your way back home. You didn't take your usual route to home today, and while trudging through the streets tiredly you came across this bar called Seventeen's. You've heard stories about this place, how it is the home to local gangs and how it's bad people's turf and what not. Your curiosity, probably too much of that made you get inside for a drink even though all the bones in your body ached. The inside is what you expected, nowhere near fancy but dingy, just decent enough. The people inside didn't look friendly and if the chains and tattoos on them gave any indication you'd say the rumours are true; this is the turf of gangs. The drinks taste decent, not the best but not the worst and from the overall look of this place you don't really have a reason to come back.

You're about to stand up from your stool when a large, clammy hand grabs your wrist out of nowhere, making you jump. "Hey sexy, sit down. Let me buy you a drink," the owner of the hand, a large, tattooed middle aged man slurs making your nose scrunch out of disgust. You're wearing nothing that can be called sexy; a plain cardigan and jeans and the way he looks you up and down makes you want to poke his eyes out.

You really shouldn't have come here. Clenching your jaw, you meet his eyes, "What makes you think I'm interested to have a drink with you?"

"Oh come on, why would you be here then, lookin' all nice? Just sit down," the man drawls, an ugly smile on his face. He still hasn't let go of your wrist and it's making you impatient. Looks like you're gonna have to kick his balls tonight. Maybe the self defense classes didn't completely go to waste.

"Get your disgusting hands off me while I'm being nice, sleazeball," you hiss at him, trying to get his hand off. The man stands up growling, "What did you say you bitch?" You're preparing to break his nose when out of nowhere a punch lands on his face that sends him tumbling to the ground. The attacker gets on top of him and twists his arm and you can literally hear a bone snap.

Shit.

"I think she said she is not interested," the man hisses, landing yet another another hit on his face before kicking his groin and getting up. When he turns around and his eyes meet yours, your heart skips a few beats and you almost The man is drop dead gorgeous, someone you would not expect to see here but probably on the cover of a high end magazine. His blond hair is long, crossing the nape of his neck as well as some covering his forehead. What takes your breath away the most is his eyes, the most beautiful pair you've ever seen. They seem to have their own galaxies in them, so deep and mesmerising and decorated with lashes long enough to make you jealous. His dress up, black jacket and jeans, immediately tells you what he is; a gang member.

"You should get home, lady," He speaks in a no nonsense tone, his face cold as ice. But you're offended. "Excuse me? Who are you calling lady? You make it sound like I'm old." You puff your cheeks and cross your arms, trying to appear intimidating. "Besides I had the situation under control, you didn't need to butt in." The man keeps looking at you with that no nonsense look, his features displaying annoyance if you are right and he's clearly not intimidated. The dude on the floor grunts and makes an effort to get up, only to be kicked by your saviour once more. "Hey Mingyu, get him out of here. What was this piece of trash doing here anyway?" The man orders to someone before turning to look at you, "Do you live far?"

"Uh- no, a ten minutes walk from here maybe," you reply unsurely, surprised at his question. The blond haired man nods before grabbing your wrist, "I'll walk you home. Hurry up, lady." You have a feeling he's purposely calling you that and though you start following him out of the bar, you make grunts of protest.

"Oh yeah, why? Trying to find out my address? So you can come later and hurt me like that guy?" You would not be this brazen if it wasn't for the alcohol in your system, after all the man next you isn't a friendly one if the rumours are true. The man raises a brow at you, "Did you do something that requires me to beat you up?" You hiccup at his serious tone. Does he not get a joke? He lets go of your hand now that you're at a safe distance from the bar but still stays close enough to you as your steps are rather stumbling and messy. You aren't fully drunk but your body is tired and feels like will shut down any second.

You really need some sleep.

"You know I'm not that drunk. You don't have to walk me home." You complain. "I'm walking you home because this isn't a nice place you should be alone at night. What happened earlier could happen again." He says not looking at you. "Mhmm," you keep on trudging behind him, "Thank you so much for your kind gesture, sir." You mock him but he doesn't reply, staring straight ahead, completely ignoring you as he walks quietly. In silence you two walk the rest of the path, before finally stopping as your apartment comes into view. At this point it feels like your bones will break and you will plop down on the concrete any second, but you manage to keep standing. "Well, thanks for walking me home." You shift your weight from one foot to another. "And for helping me back there." He shrugs coolly, a bored expression on his face. He's turning to walk away when you call, "Hey- I didn't get your name."

"What do you need it for?" He side glances at you. You shrug, "I don't know. You helped me so I thought it'd be nice to know your name." "You don't need to. Go inside, lady." He says, his tone final and starts marching away. You wait a couple moments before yelling, "Asshole!" and quickly rushing inside your building, partly afraid he's gonna come back.

You won't be surprised if you get killed tonight.

"So you are telling me Choi Seungcheol walked you home?" Katelyn screams in your ear, jolting up from her seat, earning glares from other people at the library in the process. "That's his name?" You whisper-yell, grabbing her hand to pull her back down. "I'm guessing from the blond hair you said," Katelyn shrugs. "Uh huh." You mean back in your chair, "He was hot though."

"Is that seriously all you have to say?" Katelyn whines exasperatedly. "No, I mean, if it wasn't for the way he dresses or talks I would have thought he's a model or something." You murmur.

"Are you sure he didn't hurt you?" Katelyn questions. "Hell no!" You frown. "He saved me from that creepy old dude. I was surprised too. I wish I didn't drink so much, I could have gotten a better look at his face," you sigh. "Seriously?" Katelyn raises a brow at you.

"Girl, you should have seen him. His aura and the way he carried himself was...so hot." You grin to yourself. Katelyn watches you like you've grown two heads. "Are you trying to tell me you have a crush on that gangster?" You smile sheepishly, "Maybe, I mean it's harmless. He was broody yet charming and I'm a girl so.... Also, it's not like he likes me too and is gonna come running whenever I ask him to bang me." You mutter.

"Oh he's gonna break your bones and bang your skull against a wall. That's what he's gonna do."

"Come on! Maybe he isn't so bad. Maybe the rumours are just rumours. Maybe he just looks intimidating and dresses up like that and people thinks he's a gangster." "Really? His name is on every bad thing that happens around here. From illegal racing to murders. Do you know that people say he has killed too?" "Like I said, rumours," you shrug being your stubborn self. Katelyn holds her hands up in surrender, "You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm glad you're alive so let's just put this behind us, shall we?" You don't reply but wiggle your brows at her, a conspirational look on your face. "Oh no, don't look at me like that," Katelyn warns. "Let's go to that bar tonight. Please?" You give her your best puppy eyes. "What are you? Fucking crazy? You wanna get killed?" She whisper-yells, scowling at you. "No. I just wanna take another look at him. Without the alcohol in my system you know. Besides, the place isn't that bad." You reply.

"Well then get killed by yourself. I'm not coming with you."

"I'll help you with your papers for the rest of the semester."

"Shit."

"Well, looks like your wish won't be coming true," Katelyn muses chugging down her fourth glass as you keep playing with your first one. It's nearing an hour since you've come to the bar and there has been no sign of the man you desperately seek. The place is exactly like it was the other day, filled with people who you wouldn't want to mess with.

Yet here you are.

"Let's call it a night," Katelyn sighs. "We're just wasting our time." You know that too but you don't want to leave; not just yet. You are well aware that this is just pathetic but you've this crazy urge to see that man once again. You don't know why you feel this way; you never felt like this before. Why are thinking yourself to death about a complete stranger? Has some kind of spell been casted on you?

"Yeah, let's get going," you murmur half heartedly. You help your friend stand up as she's a little wobbly on her feet and together you make your way through the door. "Should we call a cab?" You ask Katelyn. She shakes her head no and you nod, you arms wrapped around hers to support her in case she looses her balance. You start stepping away from the bar and towards the road to her place until a noise from behind makes you stop in your tracks.

"Did you hear that?" You ask, whipping your head behind. There's no one around and the street is mostly dark other than the light flashing from the name of the bar. You hear the sound once again and this time you can locate where it's coming from. There's an abandoned playground at the back of the bar and you've a feeling that's the source.

Katelyn hisses as she sees you step towards there. "What are you doing!"

"Didn't you hear that?"

"Yes I did. That's why I say we leave!" You ignore her and cautiously keep on stepping forward, mentally cursing yourself for wearing heels. Katelyn follows behind you murmuring all kinds of warnings. "You know curiosity killed the cat, right?" She whispers.

You roll your eyes, "Well I'm not a cat. Just- be quiet. It can be nothing." You both move past the bar gingerly and towards the playground at the back. There are old gallons of oil and abandoned materials just around the corner and you two quickly hide among them. It takes you a while to get adjusted to the low light after you poke your head up from the hiding spot.

You're eyes fix on him immediately. His blond hair makes him easily recognisable amid the darkness. There is a few more people around him, all kicking something in the ground. Not something, but someone. The man lying on the ground groans in pain and you realize this is what you both heard. "Shit," You hear Katelyn curse from beside you. "We need to get going." Instead of replying, you keep your eyes trained on the scene unfolding, holding your breath. You're tranced. Seungcheol lands continuous punched on the guy laying below him and after a moment his writhing frame seems to stop moving as it falls limp.

Fuck.

"You know in movies this is the part where people get caught." Katelyn whispers, her voice hoarse and her hand clutching yours in a tugging motion. "Uh-huh. But I can't seem to move. I wonder if he's... really dead." You whisper back. "Are you fucking crazy!" She hisses. "You wanna witness murder?"

Before you can reply you hear a sound that echoes through the empty field and it takes a second for you two to realise that it came from any one of you two. You don't have the time to figure out who made it as you both are crawling away from the playground without looking back, head crouched low to avoid being seen. You don't know if they heard that or if they're coming behind you, you both just keep scrambling, moving until you're past the corner. As soon as possible you both get on your feet and run like the grim reaper is chasing you, stopping only when you are far enough from the bar.

"I am never listening to you again!" Katelyn yells.

It's been a good few days since your near death experience and you somehow find yourself in front of that bar once again. You and Katelyn have not brought up that incident after that night. You made yourself believe that it was over and came to a conclusion that it is better to forget that man and leave all of it behind, no matter how much your heart disagreed. But it's easier said than done; you may not mention him out loud but in the back of your mind you think of him. He's like a ghost, haunting you all the time, plagueing your thoughts when you go to bed at night. It felt like he was ever existent and there was an itch in your heart that drove you insane.

Maybe that's why your subconscious brought you here, in front of Seventeen's, once again. You were on your way back home from library and you thought you took your usual route, until you realized you were standing in front of that place. But what is even terrifying is that the man haunting your mind stands in front of the entrance of the bar and you blink a few times to make sure you are not hallucinating. He's leaned against the entrance door, cigarette between his lips and from his pocket he fetches a lighter to light the poison in his mouth.

Damn, lighting up a cigarette never looked this sexy.

He hasn't seen you yet and you contemplate running the other way. That's the sensible thing to do but you, not being a sensible person, start walking towards him. Your footsteps make him look up and notice you and like the last time, there is no expression on his face. It's the same bored yet handsome face except now in daylight you can take a better look at him and this time, you notice a little mole on the left of his face, by his nose. Realising he's gonna stay silent you decide to speak, "Hi... It's me... Do you remember me?" Wow. That's such an intelligent thing to ask.

With the monotoned yet serious expression on his face, he goes, "Why won't I? I don't have Alzheimer's."

So he can joke.

You laugh, an awkward, probably exaggerated laugh. "What are you doing here? Did you not learn your lesson last time?" He cuts to the chase, his voice brassy and deep, almost threatening. You want to roll your eyes. "Who are you to say? I can be wherever I want whenever I want, thank you very much." "Well then, have fun getting in trouble like last time." He's nonchalant as he blows a smoke right past you and stands up straight, turning away. "Wait!" You almost grab his hand, desperate to stop him.

What is wrong with you? Your subconscious slaps her forehead. What are you holding him back for? To say 'hello sir, I think you're hot, can you please put your dick inside me'? Seungcheol turns his head back, his eyebrow cocked up.

Why do you find everything about him so attractive?

"Um...I know your name, Seungcheol." You speak, trying to sound intimidating, like knowing his name gives you some power over him. There's something definitely wrong with you which is why you don't want him to leave just yet and which is why you're stalling time. But it seems to have done the job as he pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and turns towards you, an annoyed look on his face. "How do you know that?" The timbre of his tone is deep and it rakes shivers down your spine. "Well, you've built quite a reputation for yourself so it isn't hard to get your name." You shrug coolly. "Well, if you know so much about my reputation, you should know what I'm capable of." His lone is low, almost threating as he starts to take slow steps towards you making you step back out of reflex.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe you will also end up like the curious cat.

"Oh yes, I know. People have got a lot to say about you," you try to sound unfazed, not meeting his eyes that you feel are burning holes on your face. "What are you doing here, lady?" he asks slowly, pausing between each word and glaring at you as he continues to step forward. You can feel his patience thinning.

"I swear to God if you call me that-"

"What are you doing here?" This time his tone is scary, too scary. It makes you lose the ability to speak for a second as his dark gaze bores into you. He has backed you up against the wall behind you and you swallow. Right, what are you doing here? It probably has something to do with a very hot individual and his insanely attractive aura. Scratch that you are a hundred percent sure it has something to do with the blond haired, enticing man in front of you. He's driving you mad and you need to get your fill of him.

"Go out with me," you state and you are sure you've never spoken words more stupid than that. Internally, you cringe and pray that the ground below you would open and take you straight to the fiery pits.

This is the first time you see some sort of expression come across his face; surprise. He looks utterly shocked and somewhat confused. His mouth opens just a little and he squints at you, "What?"

There's no going back now.

"Go out with me. Let's go on three dates." you say once more, looking him in the eye. He seems to appear even more surprised, a dumbstruck look sitting on his face. He observes you quietly for a while and you can feel the gears in his head shifting. You wonder what he's gonna say next. Or maybe he won't say anything but bang your head on the wall and leave you to die alone. "I'm sorry I'm not following," he looks genuinely perplexed. "I want to go on three dates with you. They say after three dates you can figure out whether you like that person or not and I think I like you so..."

I think I like you.

The biggest understatement of the year.

Seungcheol tilts his head, an amused expression on his face as he studies you, those sharp eyes of his settling on yours, "What is your deal, sweetheart?" He crosses his arms, a brow raised. Sweetheart? That's new. And definitely better than lady. You can't deny how hearing him call you that makes your insides melt. "Nothing. I just want to date you," you shrug, trying to keep your wits together. His proximity is driving you wild; you can sniff a faint smell of cologne and cigarette, him being inches away from you. This time he laughs loudly, a mocking laugh you'd say. "Who sent you?"

Oh my god.

You roll your eyes. "Nobody sent me! Do I look like I'm a gang member or something?" "Then I don't see a reason why you'd want to date me," He states, throwing a challenging look at you.

"What if I said I have a thing for bad boys?"

He snorts. "You don't look the type to date bad boys," he mocks. "Who are you to say that?" You cross your arms. "I want to date you because I think you're hot, okay?" You can not believe you just said that. Looks like you don't have control over your mouth anymore. Warmth spreads throughout your face like a forest fire.

Seungcheol narrows his eyes on you, his tongue poking his cheek as he stands in front of you as if trying to read your mind. After a beat he sighs before looking at you, his eyes becoming darker than usual and his gaze unforgiving. "Hey. Does it look like I'm playing house here? Do you have any idea about the shit I do? The dirty work I do? I don't care if you have a fucking fetish or whatever but this is the last time I'm warning you. I don't want to see you around again. If I see you here once more, you're in fucking trouble," he spits and starts stomping away. His tone is serious and you know very well he is not joking, which is why you use your last resort. You're embarrassed at yourself for being so desperate but at the same time you feel shameless. It has almost turned into a game at this point, you want to make him surrender. That's right, you want him to give in. "You shouldn't be like that with me. I saw you, a few days ago. That night, when you and your friends were beating up that guy...in the playground," you casually stroll to come stand right behind him.

You can't believe you are blackmailing a gangster. Your death must be near.

Seungcheol whips his head back, his eyes glaring at you and you can almost see fire in them. Finally, you got his attention.

"My friend also saw it, we both did. You killed him, didn't you? Me and my friend witnessed a murder. What do you say? Should we go to the station?" You can see his jaw clench and you can't hold back a victorious smirk. Moments pass by as your words hang in the air and the tension between you gets thicker. Yet once more he surprises you, breaking the silence with a chuckle, "Well I killed one person, what makes you think I can't take care of another?"

You swallow.

"Well, my friend already knows so if I go missing you can be sure that the cops will come to you first." You throw back at him.

When did you get so wreckless?

Seungcheol stares at you for a few more seconds before shrugging and moving his hand dismissively, "Well then go tell the cops. I don't give a shit." He starts walking back to the bar leaving you starstruck. He stops and turns towards you before opening the door, "Also, I meant it. I hope I don't see you around. Otherwise I may just have to hurt that pretty face."

You don't show up after that.

Mostly because you are embarasssed.

It's been a good while after your last encounter with Seungcheol and you didn't go to the police, obviously. Because you don't have evidence and from what you've heard Seungcheol is pretty influential around here and you don't need to go to an extent to get on his bad side. You're definitely gonna end up dead if you do so, which you don't want just yet.

Classes have just finished and you and Katelyn step out of the classroom together, walking through the hallways and into the main campus. She rambles on about some bad sushi she ate yesterday while your mind remains preoccupied. Maybe you need to get laid. Maybe that'll make you forget about Seungcheol. You just need good dick that's probably why you were so desperate for him.

That's just a stupid lie.

You don't realise Katelyn is calling you until she shakes you by the shoulder and you snap back into reality. You notice her face is as pale as a ghost and following her line of sight your eyes stop on him.

Him. Seungcheol.

What?

You double take, blinking furiously to confirm your vision. He's standing there, in the parking area of your uni, leaned against a convertible Ferrari, a cigarette between his lips. He looks relaxed, like he does this regularly. Students whisper in each others ear while gawking at him curiously. "What did you do!" Katelyn yells. "Nothing!" You hiss back.

"Then why is he here!"

"I don't know!"

Your eyes meet with Seungcheol's and a smirk spreads across his face making you shiver. He stands up straight and tilts his head, an indication for you to come closer to him. "Fuck, he's here for me," you mumble. "Of course he's here for you, dumbass," Katelyn snaps. "Well, if I don't return, you know who killed me." You sigh starting to walk towards him. "Wait- you're going with him?" She asks incredulously.

"Don't worry. I'll keep my phone on. I don't think he's gonna murder me, I mean there are so many witnesses." You inhale deeply, leaving behind a lost looking Katelyn.

Seungcheol says nothing as you stand right in front of him raising an inquisitive brow but he only holds open the door for you to get in. Deciding to follow him you enter the car quietly and a wave of gasps go through the crowd.

There's gonna be talk about this tomorrow.

Seungcheol, still smirking victoriously for some reason rounds the car and gets inside and within seconds you're hitting the road. There's a thick silence for a while, which feels like ages to you. You're overwhelmed, bewildered to say anything; your poor brain still processing what is happening. You're nervous, jittery as you fiddle with you bag and look out on your side, for some reason scared to look at him.

What if he really kills you? He wouldn't, right?

"You're awfully quiet," Seungcheol says matter of factly as he spares you a glance while driving.

"I'm... processing."

"What are you, a robot?"

"Why are you doing this?" You question instead.

"Doing what?"

"Okay, you know very well what I mean. Why are you picking me up from uni all of a sudden? How do you even know I'm a student there?" "I have resources and...you didn't protest at all. You came along nicely," Seungcheol raised a brow at you, a cocky smile on his lips. You don't answer but continue to stare at him, trying to pin him down with your gaze. He finally sighs and pulls the car to a stop by the side of the road, the sudden brake making you slightly jerk in your seat. "I've decided to give you those 3 dates. That's why," He is calm, unreadable and you wonder if this is a prank. Then again, he has no reason to prank you, does he? "Really?" Your voice comes out breathy. "Yes. I thought I'd give you a taste of how it feels to be with someone like me. I can scare people without physically hurting them you know," He says in a menacing tone.

"So what? You're taking me to an underground fight or something?" You question. "Nah, we're keeping it simple today." He smirks as he starts the car again and turns on the radio, an indication that he doesn't want to converse anymore.

Shamelessly you take a good look at Seungcheol; he's dressed in another jacket today paired with a black tee underneath. Today, you notice he has upped his accessory game, his fingers full of rings and chains dangling from his neck. But what catches your attention is a tattoo, something like a dragon and words written in a language you don't understand, peeking from underneath his sleeve. You almost ask about it but decide it'll probably be too much and he wouldn't answer you anyway.

As you do so, in the back of your mind you think you should have dressed better, something cuter, more appropriate for a date rather than a plain blouse and jeans. But then again who knew Choi Seungcheol was gonna show up out of the blue. You're gnawing at your lower lip, lost in your thoughts when the car is pulled to a halt and you realize your ride is over. You're parked in front of a diner called Lacy's and from the vibe that the place is giving, you can tell that this is place where people like him hang out. You raise a questioning brow at Seungcheol who says, "I know it doesn't look fancy but trust me I has some of the best food I've ever eaten." Taking his words for now you quickly type out a text to Katelyn letting her know you're in one piece and get out of the car.

Once you're seated you look around the place which is relatively empty except some men playing pool at the far end. You watch Seungcheol who has gone to the reception booth to place your orders; his posture relaxed as he leans against the counter and talks to the girl standing there. They seem to know each other because their chat takes longer than it should and the girl has a shy, almost flirty smile on her face.

He probably fucks her.

You shake the thought off your head as the gangster comes back and sits in front of you. There's silence for a second as you wonder if you should just ask the questions that run free around your mind. "Are the rumours true?" You blurt out. He's raises a brow.

"About you. You know..."

"Do you want them to be true?" He asks back. "I don't...know," you reply. "Well, I think it depends on each person. If you want it to be true it is true, if you don't it isn't," he shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "Why don't you just give me a straight answer?" you snap. He smirks as if he's having fun but doesn't reply, watching you with his arms crossed. You roll your your eyes, blowing out an exasperated breath. "You know, I haven't seen one like you. Willingly hanging out with dangerous people, going to dangerous places. You say you saw me kill someone yet you're here. You're almost desperate to get in trouble," he observes. "I'm not desperate to get in trouble. I just...I'm just- attracted to you alright?" This is so embarrassing. You need to shut your mouth. "You've been on my mind ever since that night. I wanna see exactly how deep I'm into you." You bite your lip.

That's enough. You will boost his ego through the roof like this.

Seungcheol studies you for a bit before grinning cockily, "Well, if you didn't know, I am trouble baby. Just you being with me might end you up in a mess." Before you can reply, your food is served, that same girl from the booth setting down your plates and looking at Seungcheol for a bit too long with that same stupid smile which he returns. You don't know why but you feel jealous, jealous of whatever these two share, whatever she has with him.

You've lost your mind at this point. You're on a high that is Seungcheol. He has made you forget your morals, made you completely lose your mind. Or maybe you've been too good all your life and seeing him brought out that crazy, thrill seeking part of yourself.

Silently you dig into your food and as Seungcheol said, the food is really good. This is one of the best meatloaf you've ever had and you can't help but moan. Seungcheol watches you with an amused smile before popping a fry in his mouth.

"What's your major?" Seungcheol asks out of the blue.

"Uh- sociology."

"Mmhmm."

You're about to ask him what he studied in college but you assume he probably never went to one so you seal your lips. You wonder what his background is and who his parents are but you don't want to get too personal on the first day. So you ask something else, "How old are you?" He laughs out loud before he deadpans, "Thirty five." "What!" You almost choke.

There's no way he's-

"Why? What did you expect?"

"I... I don't know! A few years older than me? You're kidding right? You don't look thirty five." He has to be bluffing. "And how old would you be?" "You shouldn't ask a woman her age," you try to make a point. "Don't you have any manners?" He smirks,"I don't, sweetheart. To answer your question, I'm twenty eight."

Uh huh.

"Well, I'm twenty one," you mutter under your breath. You don't know if he hears it because he doesn't give any reaction, busy twirling a fry in sauce. The rest of your meal is full of silence as you wonder if your date will end like this; dry and boring. He's awfully silent and seems to be lost in thoughts as he doesn't engage in a conversation. You're about to take your last bite when the silence is broken by him.

"What did you see that night?" He leans over, his elbows resting on the table as he suddenly regards you with a sombre look, his earlier cockiness vanished. His eyes have once again gone dark and his demeanor says he's not being superficial right now. You're caught off guard as you cough loudly, reaching for your glass to take a sip of water. "What?"

"You heard me. What did you see that night? Exactly how much did you see?" He repeats. You're confused. You thought he didn't care about it. He said it didn't matter. So why is he bringing it up now? You've worked hard to push that night in the deepest part of your brain, pretending it didn't happen.

And then suddenly it clicks.

"You!" You point an accusatory finger at him as you catch on to his plan. "You've agreed to go out with me so that you can find out what I saw that night!" Seungcheol groans, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, just fucking tell me!" He snaps, annoyed that you've found out his little scheme. You scoff, "I thought you said you didn't care? Besides it's not like I'm going to tell the police." He rolls his eyes and leans back into the couch. "Just tell me and let me go."

You're baffled. His actions didn't make any sense and you actually thought he had no other intentions behind dating you but holy shit this sneaky bastard. "You sly little asshole!" You hiss at him. "Call me that once more and you'll regret it." He threatens. You roll your eyes sagging back into your seat, "Whatever." Then an idea hits you. "You know what, I'll tell you exactly how much I saw that night." You have Seungcheol's full attention now as he stares intensely at you, waiting for your next words. "On our third date. When this whole deal is over, I'll tell you. But in return you'll have to keep your promise and take me out on two more dates."

"Oh fucking hell," he groans rubbing his face in frustration. His state makes you smirk and you feel accomplished.

Choi Seungcheol is stressed because of you.

What a day to be alive.

You murmur, "Besides this isn't even a proper date. This was more like an interrogation. But I'll go easy on you and won't make you redo this date." You give him a sweet smile and he sees red. You can literally see fury blaze in his eyes. "Whatever!" He yells and abruptly stands up. "I don't have time for this. Your stupid play date is over. I'm dropping you home."

Before you can reply, he's marching towards the door. You've to admit this wasn't the best date but at least you've trapped Choi Seungcheol.

It has been a good week after your so called date at the diner and you haven't heard from him. You expected him to call or text you since he was gracious enough to ask for your number but he didn't. You now realize it was a mistake to not get his number; you had asked him for his when he took yours but being the prick he is he denied to hand over his number to you. You should have forced him to, you sigh. As you sit in the library the ping of your mobile distracts you from your racing thoughts as you realize you have a message. Picking the device up you tap on the notification. Even though it was from an unknown number, you have no trouble figuring out who it is from. A smile graces your lips as you read the words over again.

I'll pick you up from your house tomorrow evening at six.

That's all it says and that is good enough to send a thrum of excitement throughout your body.

You have not held back in dressing up today and you realize it's been a long time since you've dolled up yourself. A long before the clock strikes 6 you are ready; dressed in a cute pastel top and a matching skirt. You've also went ahead and applied makeup, not too much but just enough to maybe catch his eye. Maybe.

You wonder what he has planned for today.

A text from Seungcheol saying he's here has you flying out of your apartment as fast as your feet can carry your desperate self to see him. He stands in front of your apartment with his convertible, dressed in a white jacket that matched his pants. You take a deep breath before walking towards him, trying to calm all your nerves down.

"You know I expected to hear from you earlier. I've been waiting all week," you voice makes his head turn around to meet your eyes as you are skipping towards him with a teasing smile in your face. "I've been busy," he shrugs coolly, his eyes going over your whole body, from your legs to your face. He doesn't hide that he's taking a good look at you, in fact does it unashamedly.

You wonder if he likes what he sees.

Someone dressed up today," he comments. "Too bad we aren't going to a place where you can show off your pretty clothes." You frown, "Where are we going?" Seungcheol holds open the door, a mischievous smile on his face. "I've decided to grant your wish." With a confused face you get inside the car, the gears in your head running. What does he mean?

"I'm taking you to an underground fighting ring," he says with smirk as he reaches for something behind his seat. He pulls out a large hoodie and tosses it towards you, "Put this on. Otherwise you are going to attract a lot of attention and you don't want that." You gulp, taking the hoodie and putting it on you. You're slightly embarrassed. You were so excited to try this outfit but it's not like you knew he was taking you to a fight club. Hell you would have dressed like a guy if you knew. You shrug on the hoodie and it falls almost to your knees but it's huge and comfy and most importantly it smells like him. There's a hint of cologne, nothing too strong; a subtle, expensive scent that makes you want to take a deeper sniff. You wonder if you can keep this with you.

Stop it, pervert.

Seungcheol's voice pulls you out of your haze, "You can take it off later. Just wear it until we're out of there," he says and brings the engine to life.

Then you actually think about it. Underground fighting ring? Holy shit. You were only kidding when you mentioned it. Admittedly, you're shocked, somewhat horrified. Everyone knows it isn't the best place to be at especially for someone like you who never had such an experience. Seungcheol must have seen your expression because the smile on his face gets bigger, "Why? You not up for it?" His voice is teasing.

He's challenging you.

Oh well.

"Of course I'm up for it," you square your shoulders, keeping your voice cool. "Bring it on."

Seungcheol leads you into a bar and then through a door at the back that leads down to a lot of stairs, reaching a place similar to an underground parking lot. Quietly you follow Seungcheol, staying as close to him as possible, your bodies occasionally touching. He leads you to a pair of double doors and from the other side you can hear men shouting and chanting.

This is it, I guess.

Seungcheol throws one more smile at you before pushing open the doors as you scramble to follow him closely. The sight that greets you something you only see in movies. There's a boxing ring where two people are throwing punches at each other and surrounding them from all sides is a wild, loud and excited crowd. They continue to cheer loudly as the two men in the ring continue to box and you hear their grunts and groans.

Holy shit.

Swallowing your eyes meet Seungcheol's who is regarding you with curiosity. "What do you think?" He has to speak loudly for you to hear over the screaming throng. "Uh... It's loud," you say dumbly as you try to think of a reply. But it's too loud for you to even think properly as you take in your unfamiliar surroundings. You see a tall man approaching towards you and out of reflex you shuffle closer to Seungcheol until you realize it's his friend. The guy from the first night. He and Seungcheol grin at each other, patting their backs as they talk close to each others ears. You gawk at them curiously and realize they must be talking about you because his friend takes curious glances at you occasionally. His friend is tall, really tall and well built but unlike his body his face is sweet and puppy like, almost cute. When he grins his canines pop up just like a puppy and you wonder if all his friends are good looking.

After he's done chatting with his friend Seungcheol pulls you close and says, "This is my friend. Mingyu. Always stay near him, you hear me? Don't stray away unless you wanna get hurt." His eyes are stern as he pins you down with his stare but you have other thoughts running in your head.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?" You yell over the noise.

He just smirks at you and starts taking his jacket off. "About time you see how we do it around here." His tone is cocky as he hands his jacket to you, "Hold this for me. And stay close to him."

Giving a look at Mingyu Seungcheol starts walking away towards a door that you're guessing is the changing room.

He's gonna fight.

"Wait- but-" Mingyu stops you with a hand on your shoulder and offers you a kind smile. "It's fine. Just stay with me." He then ushers you towards the crowd, spotting a place where you can get a good look at the ring. "Do you guys do this often?" You look up at Mingyu. He smiles sheepishly, "Not me. I tried a few times and I always end up beaten to a pulp. But hyung does this often, he's really good."

"Uh huh, I'm sure he is," you smile dryly. "This is your first time watching a fight, no?" "Definitely." He grins, "Watch carefully then. It's really fun."

You have your doubts on how watching people beat each other up can be fun but you don't comment anything, instead chew on your lip anxiously. Seungcheol really didn't have to go this far? What if he gets hurt badly? Is he trying to impress you?

Don't flatter yourself, your subconscious rolls her eyes.

As the loud cheering that had died down ensues again, your train of thoughts are halted as you see Seungcheol in shorts and his hands covered in boxing gloves, step into the ring. You can't help but ogle at his naked torso, his finely defined and chiseled muscles. He has the perfect body, not too bulky, not too lean just the right amount that gives you a hard time taking your eyes off him. He seems to have noticed your gaze because the second your eyes meet, he throws a haughty, knowing smirk at you. Embarrassed you avert your gaze elsewhere.

His opponent is a muscular man who's growling and banging his chest with his fists, a gesture of intimidation, you suppose. You are definitely intimidated and you wonder if Seungcheol can actually win against him.

The fight starts with a whistle and in mere seconds they are on to each other, throwing punches left and right. Your eyes have a hard time keeping up with them and their fast reflexes and your hands fly to your mouth as a punch lands on Seungcheol's face, followed by repeated blows as Seungcheol falls back. There's a moment of silence as he wipes his bottom lip and you realize there's a cut.

He tilts his neck, popping the bones and glaring at the other man before launching himself on top of his opponent. The next moments are a blurry mess, Seungcheol beating the guy repeatedly until he ends up on the floor but he doesn't stop there. Seungcheol ends it with a sharp jab to his spine and you have no doubt the other man has broken bones with the ways he howls in pain. The match comes to an end like that as the people cheer wildly while Seungcheol steps down from the stage. Mingyu grins at you happily as if what you witnessed was just a regular occurrence, something you should be cheerful about. Shaking your head at the situation, you let out a deflated sigh.

Their life is really so different than yours.

Seungcheol seems to be in a very good mood after the fight as he buys you both some sandwiches and drinks from a deli after you both step out of the bar. You both sit down at a park nearby to eat and watch the night sky. "You know, I thought you were gonna lose," you speak after taking a few bites of the sandwich. Seungcheol scoffs, "You underestimate me, sweetheart. I've been doing this for a long time."

"Do you enjoy it?" You ask quietly, focused on peeling the wrapper from your food. You feel Seungcheol's stare on you. "Yes. Why? Are you scared already?"

"No. I was just... curious. Your definition and my definition of fun is totally different." You murmur. "Of course. What did you think? I go to the mall and shop and watch movies with my friends when I'm bored?" His tone is sarcastic. You bite your lip. "No I didn't. It's just...I feels different now that I have experienced it first hand." Seungcheol offers nothing more, taking a sip of his coke and leaning back into the bench. A silence stretches between the both of except the rustling of the wrapper of your food. "How long have you been doing this?" You blurt out. He frowns at you and you don't expect him to answer but he surprises you.

"For a long time."

He doesn't offer anymore and you don't have the heart to prod him for an actual answer. "And how long do you plan on doing this?"

"What?"

"I mean... don't you have any other plans. Like...do you wanna keep doing what you are doing for the rest of your life? Don't you wanna like... settle down maybe?" Your voice is soft as if you are talking to a child. Seungcheol looks annoyed. He doesn't speak for a while as he stares at the ground, a frown etched to his face. You're about to take back your question when he replies, "I really don't think you understand. I've been trying to tell you that my life is completely disparate to yours. So I don't think like you. I don't have plans like you but neither am I expected to follow a certain pattern like you. I can do whatever the fuck I want, ___. So don't look at me like you pity me. I'm the last person here that should be pitied. " His tone is sharp and it makes you feel bad, like a sensation of needles pricking your heart. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry," You whisper, feeling timid as you look down at your lap. He mutters, "Don't go poking your nose in other people's business. Specially people like me."

He's right. You shouldn't have asked that. You are not close enough to ask things like that. After that there is a silence, this time, an awkward one. There's palpable tension in the air and you feel jittery. Should you just ask him to take you home?

It's still early and truth be told, you don't want to leave him just yet. You only have one more date to go and judging by his reaction, he is in no way interested in a relationship. You heave out a long sigh. You knew very well what you were getting into, yet you couldn't stop yourself. Seungcheol is like a poison, the sweetest one, the one that has you addicted and unable to let go, no matter how much it hurts.

This is a fucking mess.

"Let's get going. I have plans," Seungcheol announces, standing up. You want to protest but you feel like you have ruined the mood, so you follow him mutely to his car.

The drive to your house is awfully quiet, to the point you want to scream out of frustration. Seungcheol seems to be lost in his head as he makes no move to talk. It's like you are alone, but you're not and it's worse, the air full of tension. Soon you have reached your house and he stops the car but keeps the engine rolling, indicating his rush. He keeps still and stares ahead while gripping the steering wheel as you step out of the car in silence. "Thanks for dropping me home," you say lamely, your voice meek. You turn around to walk away but his voice stops you in your tracks.

"I promised you three dates and I will keep my word. I expect you to keep yours, ___. I hope you will tell me what I want to hear when we meet next time." His tone is sharp with an edge of threat and you barely get to nod before he drives away.

It's not until you're inside your apartment that you realize you still have his hoodie on. Quickly fishing out your phone you type out a text.

I'm sorry, I forgot to return your hoodie.

After a while, his reply comes.

Keep it.

You watch Katelyn as she fills her lunch tray with food before walking over and taking a seat opposite to you. She looks extra radiant today, which probably has something to do with the way she's dressed; a bright colourful outfit which undoubtedly she put a lot of time into considering. She has a date, with a guy she has been talking to for the last few weeks. It reminds you of your pitiful situation and you sigh, trying to shrug off those thoughts.

It has been a good couple weeks since you last saw Seungcheol and you have not exchanged a word after that night. In the back of your mind you wonder if he is even alive. You want to message him, you really want to because you are going crazy but after how your last date ended, you can't bring yourself to. You are scared, exactly of what, you can't put your finger into.

The entire situation you have put yourself into is fucking scary. They say you become sure of your feelings after three dates but it did not take that much for you. You already are very certain about your feelings for him and how deep they run exactly and you also know that in the end you will be left scarred. He would never be yours. He has probably forgotten about you or decided that it is not worth another date to figure out what you saw that night.

You let a desperate, pitiable sigh.

"I know you are hiding things from me but I understand that you are not ready to talk yet. But I want you to know I am here for you okay?" Katelyn's voice makes you blink your way out of your thoughts. She squeezes your hand tightly and gives you a reassuring smile and you're left feeling guilty.

"I ...I will tell you. Soon. Just give me a bit more time," you whisper. She nods in understanding. A grateful smile touches your lips as her words make you emotional. Then there's a ping from your phone letting you know there's a message. Without giving it much thought you open the device and your eyes go wide.

I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow night. Wear something formal.

You wait outside your apartment for Seungcheol. Your day has passed by in a flurry of excitement and nerves as you carefully picked your outfit and did your hair and makeup. A soft baby pink dress that stopped just above you knees adorns you as your hair rests just above your neck in a loose bun.

You are fiddling with your fingers as you think about how this night is gonna end and wether you will ever see him again when a car screech that grabs your attention.

Seungcheol's convertible has taken a stop in front of you and you see the man getting out the vehicle and take big steps towards you.

You're mesmerized.

Perhaps there is not enough word in this world to describe his looks or perhaps you've simple lost the ability to speak; either way, you just stand and stare, drinking the godly man that stands in front of you. He looks delectable, completely flawless and agonizingly gorgeous in his sharp black suit and pants, with a silk black shirt underneath, the top couple buttons undone that reveals a beautiful porcelain skin. His hairstyle completes the look, parted to one side in a sleek way and showing his forehead and oh god is it sexy. You realize you have a forehead kink, if there is anything as such.

If you weren't in love with him before you are now.

He looks ravishing, and you wonder why it isn't illegal to look this good. It should be because you have completely lost control over yourself. Nothing exists in your world except for him and you feel paralyzed, unable to do anything but drink him in. You wonder if you are even worthy to stand beside him.

"____?" Seungcheol calls you, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. He must have been calling you while you were eye fucking him. "Oh! Um, hi." You're flustered. "You- you look really, really nice." It isn't enough but it's what you can get past your lips. A knowing smirk kisses his lips before he teases, "Well, you look really, really nice too." Motioning you to his car he says, "Shall we? We'll be late for our reservation."

"Yeah, of course," you say, hurrying over to his car, embarasssed at your foolery. Seungcheol must have noticed you ogling him like that. But you don't really care when he looks like that. It is his fault for looking so devilishly handsome and idly you wonder if he did that on purpose. If he's deliberately teasing with, trying to make you the most miserable before letting you go with a slap of reality to your face. Pushing away those plagueing thoughts, you sit up straight and clear your throat as Seungcheol comes to sit beside you and brings the engine to life.

A decently long and quiet (except for the music from the radio) but not quite uncomfortable car ride later, Seungcheol stops in front of a really fancy and expensive looking restaurant just by the sea. You did not except him to take you to a high end restaurant, otherwise you would have put some more effort in your looks.

Feeling slightly out of place you quietly follow Seungcheol into the beautiful European styled building after he hands his keys to a valet. The interior is dripping with polished furnitures and extravagant chandeliers and marble floors as guests dressed elegantly have their dinner. As you look around the place in awe Seungcheol talks to the receptionist who then guides you towards a staircase that leads to a pair of large double doors decorated with gold which then, opens to a large balcony. In the middle of it sits a table with two chairs and an unceremonious gasp escapes your mouth as you realize this is where you will be having dinner.

The man from earlier takes his leave as Seungcheol helps you sit down before taking a seat for himself while you take in everything, overwhelmed with all your surroundings. Why did he put so much effort for a lousy and fake date?

"What do you think?" He asks with a smirk as he rests one of his elbows on the table.

"I'm overwhelmed," you reply quietly, honestly. He chuckles, "Well this place has really good food and a fantastic view so I thought it wouldn't bad for our last date."

Last date.

"It's really beautiful. I don't know why you did this but thank you, really," you murmur, eyes on the satin table cloth with intricate golden lining. Everything about this place is so pretty.

"Well, I decided it would be beneficial for me to extract words from you if you are wooed," his words have a teasing tone to it and his demeanor is completely different from last time, giving you a whiplash but you are not sure if he's fully joking. Before you can say that you are definitely wooed, a waiter appears to take your order and you leave the duty of ordering to Seungcheol since he seems to frequent this place. Prior to his leave, the waiter pours you Seungcheol's champagne of choice and then, you two are alone once more.

Reaching for the flute, you quickly gulp down the champagne to soothe your dry throat and to calm all your nerves.

Over dinner you talk about your uni and your parents back home and the farm they own. While Seungcheol mostly keeps quiet he doesn't ignore you but listens carefully, occasionally passing glances your way or commenting. He does not offer anything about him, which you expected and you don't ask any questions about him either. Instead you try your best to keep his interest in your words despite the lack of it from his side.

After a hearty meal of poached lobsters and wagyu beefs and creamy soups comes dessert; a chocolate orange mousse with spiced fruits and yogurt sorbet. You start eating your dessert in silence, the occasional crashing of waves filling the complete lack of sounds.

This location is truly magnificent and breathtaking, almost having a feel like you're in a fancy resort in a luxurious tropical island. It is undoubtedly the most beautiful place you have ever been, let alone have dinner at and you wonder if you would ever have the chance to visit some place like this had you not met Seungcheol. The man in question, continues eating quietly, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He looks lovely as always, if not more and you try to burn this image in your mind for you to look back at later. You want to ask him so many question, you want to tell him so many things but you're scared. Sacred if you do so this moment will break, scared it will annoy him and end your final date all too early. So you bite your tongue and finish your food as he does and after your plates are cleared away, you are served another expensive champagne as an end to your luxurious dinner.

Even though Seungcheol doesn't say anything, you assume it is time to spill the beans, to say what he has been wanting to hear from the beginning. You have teased him enough and it is time you give him what he deserves. Taking a deep breath, you open your mouth. "Me and Katelyn heard noises from the playground that night so we decided to check. It was pretty dark and we were tipsy but I recognized you and you were... beating someone up. We stayed there and watched until one of us accidentally made some noise. We were scared that you heard us so we ran. That's all that happened."

You have Seungcheol's full attention now as he listens cautiously, his sharp eyes trained on you. Gulping, you clench your hands together underneath the table, waiting for his reaction. There seems to be an eternity of silence as Seungcheol simply stares at you as if he's debating whether your words are true or not. It's torturous, awfully agonizing and when you can't bear it anymore you're about to speak but he beats you to it.

"I didn't kill him." His voice is quiet. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Somewhere in the back of your mind you believed it, you believed he wouldn't be cruel enough to kill someone just like that and as soon as he speaks those words you believe him, without a doubt, without a second of delay.

"I believe you." You whisper, holding his gaze. "That asshole deserved what he got. He shouldn't even be alive but I let him go. He's in a hospital now, if you are wondering." You nod quietly. It's scary how much you believe him, how much you trust him even though he is pretty much a stranger.

There's a moment of silence as you bask in his presence before he speaks, "____, men like me, we aren't the nicest people. But we are needed, the cops need us around. People like me do the dirty works for people like you so y'all don't face troubles. We do things in an unconventional way but that's just who we are. We aren't as bad as the rumours say but we definitely aren't someone you should be with." You open your mouth to protest but his sharp gaze makes you stop. "If you have not understood it yet, let me say it out loud. I am trouble. People like me is always bad news. Whatever we did until now, I hope you forget. That's the best, ____ trust me. I think we both got what we wanted so let's call it a night." Just like that, he stands up, not waiting for your reply.

You gawk at him, baffled as he pays the bill and starts walking away. Tears burn the back of your eyes and you bite your lip to hold them back. The ending that you had expected has taken place but you are having a hard time accepting it. Your subconscious reminds you that you deliberately got yourself into this even though you saw this coming. So there is no one to blame for it but you. Grabbing your purse, you stomp your way out of the restaurant and towards Seungcheol's car.

Seungcheol barely acknowledges you as you both get in the car and he presses the key to the ignition. You are fuming in your seat, his words and the way he dismissed you cutting you deep. His words come to you, I think we both got what we wanted. You want to laugh. How can he possibly think that? Is he really so stupid or is he deliberately ignoring your interest in him? You want to smack his perfect face, curse and scream at him but all you can do is sit still with your arms crossed as steam comes out of your head. Is he really not curious about your feelings? Does he possess none for you? Does these few days with you mean nothing to him? You have so many unanswered questions. Leaning back into your seat, you close your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

It feels like in the blink of an eye the drive to your place is over as Seungcheol halts his car in front of your apartment. He does not utter a single word, doesn't even spare a glance at you while patiently waiting for you to get out of the car.

Asshole.

You inhale deeply, trying your best to gather yourself together as you take off your seatbelt and turn towards him.

"Seungcheol?" Few seconds pass before he looks at you. Words are stuck in your throat. When your eyes meet his, you become mute, overwhelmed with emotions as your words die in your tongue. He keeps staring at you, not opening his mouth but waiting for you to speak. "Is this goodbye?" Your voice breaks.

"I believe we don't have any reason to see each other. We both got what we wanted," He says without batting an eye. You're left bemused, one step away from landing a slap on his face. How dare he say that?

"Do you really believe that?" Your words come out as an accusation. "I wanted to go out with you because I thought I have feelings for you! And I do! And my feelings have only increased since I first saw you. I want to see you again, Seungcheol. You may have gotten what you wanted but I didn't." Your fades into a whisper as tears burn the back of your eyes.

Seungcheol stays quiet, staring ahead, his brows knitted as if he's annoyed. "I promised you three dates, ____. And I gave you that. It's over. Your feelings? You'll get over them. It's better to be in pain for a while that be with someone like me."

"You can't say that! I get to decide for myself!"

"____," he sighs, rubbing his temples. "I'm a bad man. You should leave while you still have a good image of me. You'll get hurt because of me and I've caused enough pain to enough people. Just...go. Just forget me." You stare at him as frustrated tears roll down your cheeks. He doesn't meet your gaze but turns his head the other way. You are angry, infuriated and heart broken all at a time. Clenching your fists you inhale a shaky breath before reaching for him.

Before you can chicken out, you tilt his face towards you and quickly press your lips against his. Seungcheol seems to be shocked as a small gasp leaves his mouth but you don't let him push you away. Instead one of your hands come to rest on his thigh as he other cups his face to keep his mouth against yours. You kiss him with all you have left, pouring in every bit of passion and love for him as your tongues intertwine. By the time you are both breathless, Seungcheol gently pushes you back and peers into your eyes. "That's all I can give you, ____." He says, his voice the softest you have heard. You are broken into a million pieces and as much as your heart wants to cling to him, you suddenly feel tired, deflated like a popped balloon. Your emotions have drained you out and left nothing and right now, breathing almost seems too painful for you. Taciturnly, you grab your purse and step out the convertible. You hear another door shut behind you but you don't look back as your heavy steps carry you to the entrance of your building. When you are about to enter your apartment, you accumulate all your strength and courage to spare one final glance at him.

Turning around you see Seungcheol standing by his car, hands in his pockets, simply watching you. Even though your eyes are locked on each other, you don't see any emotion in them. He looks like the same expressionless, mysterious man you saw the first day. The man you fell in love with. Taking in his gorgeous features one last time, you bite your lip and turn away, forcing yourself to walk inside your apartment building.

Your chapter with Seungcheol ends here.

Epilogue

A/N : Okay so idk why this fucking app is being like this but it says I reached the maximum of 250 blocks but I thought tum1r didn't have a word limit?? Anyway so I've decided to break it up and put the rest of the fic in another post. Please click epilogue to read that.

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Incipient : Gang!Michael

Summary: in the wake of a big rival gang altercation, The Aces are merging with The Raiders gang and Michael is put in charge of the merger, which is where he meets the rival gangs right hand woman

Word Count: 12.4k

Warnings: a few smutty scenes

Full Gang Universe Masterpost Here

Incipient meaning: in an initial stage; beginning to happen or develop.

Harry and Michael friendship masterpost

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“Look, I know none of you are happy with this, god knows I’m not either, but if we want our gang to survive, this shit needs to happen.” Harry said, looking at the bar full of burley men, “this merger is final, and if you have a fucking issue,” his voice rose, “you can take it up with me.” he cracked his knuckles loudly, “this is Michael, he’s the rep from The Aces, he’ll be around a lot, helping us figure this shit out. Now, if I hear that any of you have so much as looked at him the wrong way, I’ll have to teach you a god damned lesson, is that clear?”

The room was completely silent.

After the whole… debacle, (the one where Harry kidnapped the Birdie, the girlfriend of rival gang key player Luke Hemmings) Michael was shocked Harry had managed to keep his hold on gang leader for The Raiders. Luke had beaten Harry up pretty bad, and it had taken a full month for Harry to heal completely.

After a long talk amongst the Ace leaders and the charming brit, an agreement had been met. A Merger. Harry’s gang coming under the wing of The Aces. A mutual coalition. The Aces had things that the Raiders needed and vice versa.

Luke could hate Harry all he wanted, but it was a fact that Harry was more valuable alive than dead. His command over the room in that moment just went to prove that fact to Michael as he stood and addressed the gang, “well, as Harry said, I’m here for the merger. I’ll mainly be working with the higher level members but it should be fun!”

The room was quiet.

Michael sighed, nodding to Harry who pushed off from where he had been leaning against the wall, “well, that's it, clear out.”

Everyone dispersed but three people, who stayed and approached Michael and Harry who were standing at the bar. “Michael, this is Josh and Farley, and that’s Blades.” Harry motioned to the only woman standing there.

Michael had noticed her earlier, briefly taking in the blonde who had been sat atop the pool table during Harry’s speech. Her arms had been folded over her chest and her eyes had been watchful, almost judgemental. With a beautiful resting bitch face, she was exactly Michael’s type, but he was a glutton for punishment.

“One of those names is not like the others.” Michael teased, looking the leather clad girl who narrowed her eyes at him.

“Blades earned the name.” Harry assured him, he moved out of the way as the men went behind the bar, busying themselves with work. Michael realized that although the guys were bartenders, the woman obviously had another reason for approaching.

“So what’s up?” Michael asked, looking between the charismatic brit and the broody blonde.

“Blades is my right hand, she’s a down right menace, much like Luke actually.” Harry explained, “you’ll be seeing a lot of her, so I thought I would introduce the two of you, like a peace offering, start on good terms, trust me, you don’t want to be on her bad side.”

“I don’t know how seriously I’ll be able to take this if I have to call you Blades.” Michael admitted with a smirk.

“Oh and you have something else in mind?” the woman snapped.

Michael grinned. She’d fallen right into his perfectly planned trap. Truth be told, he did have a name already chosen, one that was inspired by Harry’s words and fit the theme Michael was so obsessed with: “Dove.”

“Dove?” the woman scoffed.

“Call her whatever you want mate.” Harry said with a shrug, “just know she’ll probably cut yer’ balls off if you piss er’ off too much.”

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The blonde picked at her long nails absentmindedly, feet up on a table as she leaned back in her chair. Michael’s eyes flickered up at her, “how are you not amused by this?” he asked, looking back down at the computer that he and one of the Raiders were working on.

“I’m not a tech runt.” Dove stated, reaching into her boot to pull out a knife that she began to twirl nonchalantly, eyes fixed on Michael.

She’d been making small jabs at him all week but being called a tech runt? She was coming after his soul now, and he couldn’t let that go.

“Sounds like someone doesn’t know what html is.” Michael said.

Dove turned in her chair to look at Michael, and the guy helping him out began to fidget, knowing full well how dangerous the woman in the room was, especially with the blade that was in her hand in that moment.

Her pine green eyes narrowed at Michael, sizing him up, then she stood.

The man next to Michael pushed away from the computer, “I need to get water.” he said as he scurried from the room.

Dove approached Michael who remained standing where he was, not showing any signs of fear at the deadly woman who was now within centimeters of him. She turned her gaze to the screen, leaning down, her fingernails made small tapping sounds as she typed something in, then hit enter.

The screen flickered and suddenly a live recording was playing. “Wait, what did you just do.” Michael pushed her with his hip but she didn’t budge and he groaned, moving around her to look at the screen.

“You’ve been trying to hack this camera for ages. This computer is a little weird. We had a hacker a year back who updated some of the coding to make it easier for him, little short cuts work wonders.” Dove explained.

“Well where are the shortcuts written down?” Michael asked in exasperation, “and why didn’t you mention this an hour ago?”

“And make your job easier? As if.” Dove scoffed, returning to her seat, “also they aren’t written down.”

“So how do you know them?” Michael asked.

“Good memory.”

“Well how did you even learn them in the first place?”

Dove looked up at him but didn’t answer.

Michael laughed, “oh… you were fucking a tech runt.”

“Fuck off.”

“No, I’m just surprised that guys like me are your type.”

“Guys like you aren’t my type, trust me.”

“Sure they’re not Dove.” Michael smirked. Dove opened her mouth but Michael’s phone buzzed and he answered it immediately, “Calum?”

“You with the Blades chick right now?” Calum asked immediately.

“Yeah, I’m with Dove-”

“Can you two come to the club? We have someone who needs to be interrogated and it’s Luke and Birdie’s date night.”

“Uh… there’s no one else who could come?” Michael asked.

“I mean there is, but it would be good to have a Raider get some blood on their hands for us. A show of good faith. Besides, I hear this Blades girl is an artist or some shit.”

“Some shit.” Michael echoed, “fine, we’ll be there soon.”

“More dumb bullshit errands to run tech boy?” Dove asked as Michael hung up.

“Think you’ll like this one.” Michael sighed, “got a guy for you to torture.”

That caused her to perk up and Michael laughed, already feeling an odd fondness for the angsty looking murderess. “Do you have any thing you need to grab to make this experience, uh, more fun for you?”

“Got my toys right here.” Dove said, grabbing her dual knives from her boots, she proceeded to toss them up and down in a juggling motion that made Michael nervous. She was an expert, and seeing the deadly weapons in her hands made Michael rethink his nickname for her.

He was also really digging the sexual innuendos, Michael being the type of guy who dropped them with some frequency, but most people didn’t play along like Dove just had. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed her.

The other tech guy showed up again, and after a few instructions, and Dove tapping her foot by the door impatiently, Michael finally grabbed his keys and the two of them went down to the parking garage.

Michael went one way and Dove went the other, “the fuck are you going?” she asked.

“To my car.” Michael answered.

“I’m driving.”

“Not a chance.”

“We’re going to that shit club that you took Harry to a few weeks ago yeah?”

“Shit club-?” Michael began.

“Race you there.” and then Dove was running and Michael wasn’t about to just lose to the girl and give her and Harry something to tease him about, so Michael jogged over to his car. He got inside, realizing how out of shape he was by the racing of his heart as he put his car in reverse.

The sound of screeching tires filled the parking lot.

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“You’re fucking lucky we have all the cops in this city on our payroll.” Calum said, voice low and angry as Michael and Dove entered the club.

“We didn’t kill anyone.” Michael pointed out.

“Not yet, where’s my guy?” Dove asked.

Calum looked the blonde up and down then sighed, “in the back, Michael, you know the drill on this one.”

As Dove and Michael walked past the bar, Michael waved at Puppy who smiled, but Dove completely ignored the other woman. Not that Puppy minded, she was definitely not a fan of the whole merger idea. In fact, the bartender glared at Dove, earning a hand on the small of her back from Calum, “this is a good idea.” he stated.

“It’s not.” Puppy stated, “Harry threatened Birdie-”

“I know.”

“That’s his right hand woman-”

“I get it babe. Be as angry as you want. Something tells me it won't matter much to that chick anyways.”

Michael had finished explaining the usual gang protocol. The guy Dove would be torturing had information they wanted, but they didn’t need it, which meant that Dove had full range to do whatever she wanted.

Dove could feel her skin prickling as Michael uttered the words “do what you want with the guy.”

The giddy feeling of joy and expectation filled her soul and Michael laughed, “calm down killer.”

“I am calm.” she assured him.

“This is the happiest I’ve ever seen you.” he pointed out.

“So keep the bodies coming.”

“I would but you have to share-”

“Oh yeah?” she scoffed, “with that blonde douchebag-”

“Luke-”

“Yeah, that guy.” Dove grinned, taking off her leather jacket to roll up the sleeves of her tight black v-neck and remove her knives from her boots, “I don’t share.”

“Well you have to learn.”

“Not today.” Dove said, flicking her knives around, “okay, let’s do this.”

“You are way too excited.” Michael chuckled.

He noticed the way her skin was flushed with anticipation and he knew that if he was to press a soft kiss to her neck, he’d be greeted with a racing pulse. Michael wiped his sweaty palms against his pants, startled by the sudden dirty thoughts that had just entered his mind.

Michael went to the keypad and punched in the numbers, opening the door for the blonde who all but bounded past him into the room.

“Aw, you guys even wrapped him up all nice and pretty for me.” she smiled, “usually Harry just tosses the guy into the room with me like fresh meat.”

Michael couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from his chest as he closed the door behind him, locking himself in the room with the deadly woman and her prey.

As she began to work, Michael couldn’t help but notice the differences between her technique and Luke’s. Dove moved in fluid, graceful motions, her blades an extension of her body, gliding along skin. In contrast, Luke was all awkwardness and lumber, relying solely on physical strength and determination to make an impact.

Michael enjoyed not feeling like he had to jump in at any moment. Dove had complete control, she was enraptured with the process, that much was obvious, but she also remained oddly professional.

Luke always made a mess, but each splatter of blood caused by Dove’s blades was like the flick of red paint from an artists brush. Michael had to admit, there was something so endearingly sexy about watching Dove kill a man.

His skin was tingling even being in the same room as her.

The man began talking, blabbering anything Dove wanted to know, putty in her hands. At that point, she allowed Michael to take over, gaining all the information needed while she stood behind the man with her hands on his shoulders.

When everything had been answered, Michael’s eyes flickered to Dove and she pulled out both of her blades again, the sharp metal gracefully slicing through flesh to finish the job.

Grabbing at her shirt, Dove cleaned her knives of blood against the black fabric, “where can I change?” she asked.

“Follow me.” Michael said, opening the door for her. He took her to the locker area, “you good with one of my shirts?” he asked.

“Whatever.” she answered, instead of taking the black muscle shirt in his hands, her fingers went to the hem of her v-neck, swiftly lifting the fabric up and off of her head. Michael’s breath caught in his throat at her newly exposed skin and the sexy, lacy bra. In that moment, Michael could have sworn he’d regressed to a teenager, his eyes fixed on the word ringing through his head: boobs.

His gaze flickered to her gang tattoo, prominent and pretty over her left breast. There was something so seductive about it, Michael had never seen a gang tattoo so similar to his own on a female form.

“Perv.” Dove stated but her tone was teasing, telling Michael that the woman in front of him didn’t entirely disapprove of his wandering eyes.

He decided to just roll with it, his heart already hammering in his chest, “you love it.”

Dove laughed, grabbing the muscle shirt from Michael, “something about murder gets me going-”

Michael chuckled, “I get that.”

Dove studied the grinning guy in front of her. He had the sweetest smile she’d ever seen, but he’d just watched her torture a man for a solid thirty minutes, and she appreciated a man who didn’t get in the way of her work. Her heart was still racing in her chest and she considered what it would be like to scratch the itch working its way up her spine.

Michael’s gaze flickered across Dove’s face, “you have blood on your cheek.” he said.

“Why don’t you wipe it off for me?” she suggested.

Michael met her steady gaze, stepping forward, his hand rose, thumb brushing against Dove’s bottom lip. Michael watched his digit slip into her mouth, almost groaning at the feeling of her tongue swirling around him. It took all of his willpower to remove his finger from her mouth, cupping her face as he brushed the pad of his thumb across the blood splatter.

Dove’s eyes bore into Michaels, “is there a private bathroom somewhere.”

Michael hummed in response, still to enraptured in watching the place their skin met.

“Show me.” Dove stated.

Michael removed his hand from her face, brushing past her towards the private bathroom. He opened the door for her and Dove walked through, going and sitting on the sink counter as Michael locked them in.

He turned to look at her, eyes once more landing on the gang tattoo that beckoned him forward.

“You just gonna stand there? Or are you going to come fuck me?” she asked.

Michael laughed, walking over to stand between her legs. His palms made contact with her thighs, rubbing at the black denim and moving up to her waist, roughly pulling her as close as he could. Her eyes bore into his, a challenge, waiting to see if he’d make the first move.

His gaze dipped down, landing on the tattoo that be brought a finger up to trace, “we match.”

“Show me.” she answered, breath faltering slightly to betray any inner turmoil she was feeling.

Michael went to grab the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head to toss somewhere on the ground. Dove’s eyes took in the gang tattoo over his heart, and her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him closer. Her hands grabbed his, interlocking his fidgety fingers to keep them at his sides as she leaned forward, dragging her tongue across the mark.

Michael’s head lolled back, enjoying the feeling of her mouth on his skin, “enough teasing, kitten.” he groaned.

“Don’t call me kitten.” she said, breath hot against his skin as she released his hands, allowing him to finally grab her face and pull her mouth to his. They’d already wasted so much time with build up that Michael didn’t even bother testing the waters, his tongue slid against hers and she received him eagerly.

Dove’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling to earn a groan as Michael went to unclasp her bra. He slid the straps down next, finally getting the dangerous girl bare for him as he went to grasp her breast which made Dove moan, a sound that Michael ate up like his last supper.

She immediately grabbed at his belt, expertly getting it open so she could unbutton his jeans and shove them down, “get inside me.” she growled against his lips, still feeling the post murder tingle across her skin that she wanted to chase to a high.

Michael tore off Dove’s pants and she lifted herself enough to get the jeans and her panties down and to the floor, “condoms-” Michael began.

“Pill.” Dove said, grabbing the back of Michael neck to drag his lips down to hers again.

As soon as his mouth was where she wanted it, her hands went to his hips, dragging him forward so he could finally slide into her. They panted into each others mouths, foreheads pressed together as their eyes opened to hold a steady gaze as he thrust in and out.

She nipped at his lower lip in an effort to make him kiss her again but he refused, hand grabbing her hair and pulling, exposing her throat to his greedy mouth and teeth that endeavored to mark the pretty skin.

Dove’s hand clawed at his chest, scratching at the tattoo that revealed the kindred aspects of their lives. His teeth sunk down into her neck and Dove clenched around him, moaning louder. Michael’s hand slipped down between their bodies to find her clit, rubbing harshly. Dove’s legs spasmed around Michael’s waist, “gonna cum for me soon kitten?”

Dove grabbed at Michael’s jaw, forcing him to look at her, “quit it with the animal names asshole.”

Michael grinned, pressing his mouth to hers again as he rubbed quicker, the pace of his hips matching the motions of his fingers. Dove’s whines got louder and Michael groaned, his other hand tangling in her hair again to keep her face close as both of their eyes clenched shut and they chased their impending orgasms.

One last drag of Dove’s nails against Michael’s chest had him cumming, Dove following in suit, spurred on by the erratic motions of Michael’s hips. They gripped each other fiercely, using each other, breathing each other.

As they both came down from their highs, breath hot and fanning across skin with each pant, Michael pulled out and Dove ran a hand through her blonde hair, “get out of here, gotta change.” she said, just like that, reverting back to the resting bitch face murderess.

Michael didn’t question it, pulling on his pants then his shirt, he left the bathroom, heart still racing in his chest. Michael took a few breaths to steady himself as he waited, a minute or two passing before Dove slipped from the bathroom. She looked put together, even in his oversized muscle shirt, no sign showing on her perfect features that they’d just fucked in the gang’s club bathroom.

“Harry texted.” Dove stated, “gotta get out of here.”

Michael didn’t say anything, humour lost as the two walked back to the main bar, as soon as they entered, five pairs of eyes landed on them.

“It’s the man of the fucking hour!” the tall blonde bellowed, voice dripping with anger, “thought you could just replace me?!”

Michael’s eyes darted between Luke and Calum in confusion, “Cal made the call-”

“But you brought the Raider-” Luke took a step forward but his tiny girlfriend, Birdie, rested a hand on his forearm, stopping his motions.

“And I got all the information, heard my record is a hell of a lot better than yours.” Dove’s voice interrupted.

Luke’s eyes narrowed and Michael’s heart lurched, knowing what would happen if the two murderous blondes were allowed to act on their impulses.

“Luke you had date night, we didn’t want to bother you-” Michael began.

“So you replaced me?!” Luke was yelling again and Ashton stepped forward, grabbing Luke’s other side as he cast a glance at Birdie, “and since when do you stand up for a fucking Raider?!”

They all knew that Michael was close with Harry, but he’d never tried to stand up for any Raiders to Luke’s face. This was a new low and it was obviously hurting Luke, pain evident in the blonde’s eyes beneath the anger.

“He doesn't need to stand up for me.” Dove pushed past Michael, “not against the asshole who murdered some of my friends-”

“I may have murdered your buddies but your fucking boss tried to fucking kill my girlfriend!” Luke screamed.

“As far as I heard, she let herself be tied to the chair.” Dove seathed.

Luke took another step forward and Birdie got in front of him, “Baby, please, it’s okay, you’ll have more people to murder another day-”

Luke’s eyes flickered down to his girlfriend and he visibly softened, knowing how hard it must have been for her to just be alright with him being addicted to killing, which he most definitely was.

“Luke has a right to be angry.” Puppy said, voicing her opinion for the first time, “this is Harry’s right hand woman-”

“Exactly!” Luke said, motioning to Puppy, “we’ve always said this whole thing was a fucking shit idea-”

“Luke you have to calm down.” Michael said, stepping forward yet again.

Dove’s eyes flickered to him then narrowed, “I’ve got places to fucking be.” she stated, moving towards the door.

“Don’t you dare fucking go after her, we are not finished-” Luke began but Michael was already following.

He caught up to her outside her car and before he could even say anything, Dove had turned to look at him, anger written all over her face, “what the fuck was that?!”

“What-”

“You didn’t need to fucking stand up for me! We fucked but you’re not my fucking boyfriend, hell, you’re not even my friend! You think that just because I’m a girl, I need your help? News flash, I’m a gang member, just like you, and I don’t need your fucking help.”

Michael’s blood was boiling, hating the fact that other peoples beef had gotten him dragged into this mess, “jesus fuck, have you ever stopped to think that maybe I stood up for you because it’s my goddamn job?! I’m in charge of the merger, it’s my responsibility to make sure things go smoothly. I can’t just have you and Luke fighting in the middle of the bar! This has nothing to do with the two of us fucking, I’m not a child, I know it didn’t mean anything to you! Look, I know you’re strong enough to defend yourself, it’s one of the things I kind of love about you, but you don’t always have to be the one fighting. You’re in the Aces now, and we stick together, which means I am here whether you fucking like it or not.”

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“And then she just got in the car?” Harry laughed.

“Yeah, what the fuck right?” Michael couldn’t help but chuckle.

“She’s an interesting one.” Harry mused, swirling the liquor in his glass, “I’m kind of shocked that the two of you fucked though, she usually keeps to herself, not a fan of guys thinking they need to protect her, explains why she got so pissed though.”

“Thought she was dating a tech guy?” Michael asked.

Harry’s brows furrowed, “hmm?”

“The guy who taught her html.” Michael clarified.

“Are you…” Harry set down his glass, “I think you mean Noah, he was her friend.”

Michael thought back to the conversation, he’d assumed she meant a special guy as in a boyfriend, but she’d never clarified it for him… in fact, she had said specifically that tech runts weren’t her type. “What happened to him?”

“He died a year or two back.” Harry explained.

“Was it-”

“Aces, yeah, but not one of your guys.”

“And they were just friends?” Michael prodded.

“Always suspected they coulda been more, but as far as I know, nothing ever happened. They spent a lot of time together. Noah’s the one who actually suggested she join the gang, knew her from a few jobs or summat. Yeah, they were close, when he died...” Harry shrugged, “well, she got more closed off after that.”

“I can imagine.” Michael frowned.

“Do you actually like her?” Harry asked.

“I mean she’s interesting.” Michael could feel his skin flushing, “not used to being around girls like her-”

“Yeah, your gang has no women, you all sexist or some shit?” Harry asked.

“Well, no-” Michael laughed.

“Hey mate,” Harry cut him off, “mind if I ask, how’s… uh, how’s Birdie doing?”

Michael looked at Harry, “she’s fine.”

“Hmm…” Harry looked deep in thought, and Michael wondered what was going through his head, “if you were interested in Dove, Birdie would be important. She’d be open to Dove, Puppy wouldn’t be.”

Michael chuckled, “you think ahead.”

“That’s why I’m at the top and you’re not.”

“You’re at the top because we let you be.”

“Hey, take that back!” Harry glared, pulling Michael into a headlock.

Michael managed to escape with a laugh, “fuck off.”

Harry grinned, “look, whether you wanna fuck Dove or not, you need to ease the tension between her and your friends, do it through Birdie.”

“And when am I going to start forcing you to hang out with them so Luke doesn’t murder you?” Michael asked.

“Hmm…” Harry laughed, “hopefully not any time soon yeah?”

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Dove’s chopsticks picked at her leftover Chinese food, her eyes watching the thick noodles move amongst the vegetables.

She’d been on edge when she’d seen the notorious ‘Angel Face’ and she had to admit that she’d snapped when it came to Michael afterwards.

In the moment, all of her rage had been justified, but after his retort, she’d realized maybe there were things she hadn’t been considering.

Dove was used to the alpha male types who let that mindset lead to assertion of dominance but Michael wasn’t like that. He really had been stepping up from a place of partnership, and Dove had simply not been used to it. Someone supporting her without an ulterior motive? Wild.

And, she realized, without Michael or the others stepping in… it would have definitely led to a fight which was not the best idea in the world.

Dove was confused about everything Michael related.

She didn’t date, let alone date gang members.

After Noah had died, things had been tough. She’d spent over a year wondering what could have been if she’d let loose and allowed them to be something more, if they’d both been able to look past their differences and give it a try. Although her heart didn’t ache as it had before, her brain remembered, and she reminded herself to try to be more open when it came to Michael.

She had slept with the guy, which was a big step.

But she hadn’t been able to help herself. Murder always had that sort of effect on her and the adorable way Michael smiled had enraptured her already racing heart. Maybe Michael was a good idea.

The dinging of her phone distracted Dove from her food, she cussed, “you have got to be fucking kidding me.” she mumbled, scanning the text, she typed ‘is this mandatory?’

The response was immediate: ‘yes’

-----

“Why are we here?” Luke groaned, head lolling back as he stared at the ceiling of the restaurant.

“Michael thinks you and Dove need to get to know each other-” Birdie explained for probably the hundredth time.

“Yes, but why did I come?” Luke asked, looking at his girlfriend.

“Because I asked you to.”

Luke sighed, “true.”

Her hand went to his thigh under the table, offering a small squeeze as Dove and Michael entered the restaurant. Dove looked stiff, arms crossed over her chest as she sat into the booth next to Michael who was smiling, “how are you to doing?” he asked.

“Good, you?” Birdie smiled sweetly.

“Fantastic.” Michael picked up the drink menu and a waitress approached.

“Can I get you guys started with anything?” she asked.

“Shots.” Michael stated, “let’s start with twelve shots, three each, I’ll do whiskey, Vodka for the blonde guy, tequila and lime for his girlfriend and-”

“Whiskey for me too.” Dove interjected.

The waitress nodded and scurried away as Birdie grinned at Michael, “three shots each?!”

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll drink two of yours.” Luke said, arm tightening around her shoulders reassuringly, “wouldn’t want you blacking out and ending up robbing a store for lollipops.”

Dove studied the blonde, noticing how soft he looked as he addressed the girl tucked under his arm. He had yet to say hello to Dove, address her, or even so much as look at her, but it was a step above screaming.

“I’m Birdie by the way,” the brunette girl said, holding out her hand to Dove, “we met briefly at The Luxury but, well... anyways, I’m Birdie.”

Dove looked at Birdie’s extended hand, as did Luke and Michael. Everyone waited for a moment then Dove reached forward, shaking it, “I’m Blades.”

Birdie’s eye brows furrowed, “I thought-”

“Call her Dove, she hates it.” Michael interrupted.

“Oh Michael, you didn’t.” Birdie giggled.

“Does he give nicknames a lot?” Dove asked.

“No but he has an obsession with animal nicknames.”

“Why?”

“Well, I’m Birdie, and the bartender you met, she’s Puppy-” Birdie began.

Dove sighed, turning to look at Michael, “you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Michael held his hands up in defense, “hey! The nickname fit! You’re an olive branch, a symbol of peace-”

Both Luke and Dove scoffed, only to narrow their eyes at each other, Michael quickly jumped in again, “I mean I could always call you Kitten-”

“I’d have to kill you.” Dove stated.

“So I guess we’re sticking with Dove then.” Michael shrugged.

The waitress appeared with all of the shots, setting them down on the table, “can I grab you anything else?”

Birdie nudged Luke who looked down at her then to the waitress, “yeah, do you guys have uh, whats it called, the fries with gravy and shit”

“Poutine.” Birdie whispered into his ear.

“Poutine.” Luke stated loudly.

“Yeah, I can grab you a poutine.” the waitress smiled, turning to go.

“Oh, and some wings.” Luke called.

“Salt and pepper.” Birdie whispered.

“Salt and pepper.” Luke said, just as loudly as the first time.

“With ranch dip.”

“With ranch dip.” Luke reiterated. The waitress nodded again and scurried away.

Michael was used to this type of shit from the couple. Birdie got a little anxious when it came to ordering things, and Luke was always more than happy to step up and do it for her. Michael hated to admit it, but he thought it was cute.

Luke grabbed his shot and everyone else followed suit, Birdie reached for the salt shaker and Luke brought her hand to his lips, kissing it before he licked it, startling Birdie who immediately tore her wrist from his grasp, giggling loudly.

“Luke!” she tutted.

“It’s for the salt babe.” he assured her, taking the shaker so he could put some on the recently licked skin, then he handed her the lime.

Luke clinked his glass with his girlfriends, completely ignoring Michael and Dove as he shot his while Birdie reached out to clink her shot with Michael’s, then offering it to Dove, who reciprocated after a moment.

Unlike the three gang members who all took their liquor with graceful expressions, Birdie’s face scrunched up as she shoved the lime in her mouth and Luke smiled, watching her with eyes full of adoration.

“Feeling better?” Michael asked, finally getting Luke to look at him.

“Again.” Luke stated, ignoring the question and grabbing his next shot. Birdie groaned but reached forward only to have her drink pulled away by Luke, “you don’t want another one.” he stated.

Which was true.

“If she wants to take another shot, you should let her.” Dove said.

“Oh, so you know my girlfriend better than me huh?” Luke turned his glare to her, “guess you got to know her when your asshole boss kidnapped her hmm?”

Michael sighed, “Luke, you and Birdie are kind of weird, it looks a little weird-”

“Stay out of this Michael.” Luke said.

“Just looks like you’re controlling your girlfriend.” Dove said, “wouldn’t be the first guy in a gang to be an abusive asshole.”

Michael’s skin prickled, palms sweaty as he looked between the blondes who were both squaring up. His gaze met Birdie’s and she looked panicked, “okay, I can see how it would look that way-” Birdie began.

“Are you seriously accusing me of being abusive?” Luke’s voice was low, a growl that had everyone at the table, but Dove, on edge.

“If the wife beater fits.” Dove sneared.

There was a moment of complete silence and panic. Michael burst out in awkward laughter first, “what a saying! Is that even a saying!? I’ve never heard that one before!” he said loudly as Birdie wrapped her arms around Luke’s shoulders, grabbing at his face to make him look at her, “hey pretty boy, hey, she just doesn’t know, it’s okay, it’s okay.” she cooed.

While Birdie distracted Luke, Michael turned to Dove, “why are you pissing him off?” he hissed.

“I just pointed out a particular behavior that could have suggested abuse, more people should be calling attention to this sort of shit.” Dove glared.

“Okay, yes, but trust me, Luke would never hurt Birdie-” Michael began.

“Excuse me, but is this the same guy that crashed his car into Harry’s and almost got everyone killed?” Dove asked.

“It was a misunderstanding, we didn’t think Harry would have Birdie in the car with him-” Michael began to explain.

“So you’re all just stupid.”

Michael sighed, hand reaching out for his shot, “you know what? Maybe.”

Dove grabbed her glass and Luke followed suit, not about to be out done by the other blonde. As they all downed their shots, a sigh of relief settled over the table, Birdie having successfully reassured her boyfriend that Dove just didn’t know what she was talking about, and that if Luke just played nice, Dove would realize soon enough that he would never hurt her.

As soon as the glasses hit the table, Dove reached for a third and Luke once again mirrored her, their eyes locking as they drank again. Michael groaned, following suit.

Then Luke moved one of Birdie’s extra shots forward, the clear liquid almost sloshing over the rim as it slid towards Dove who accepted it. The blondes once again locked eyes, downing the tequila without salt or lime which made Birdie cringe just watching.

“More.” Luke stated.

“You might want to slow down mate-” Michael began.

“Do you want us to get along or not?” Luke snapped.

“Well yeah-”

“Then let us get drunk.” Dove said, finally finding something she and Luke agreed on.

Birdie perked up, nudging Luke who immediately saw what she was looking at: the waitress walking towards the table with their appetizers.

As the food was set down, Dove leaned forward, “we’ll have some more shots-”

“Four more shots-” Luke butted in.

“Make it five.” Dove stated.

“Make it six.”

“Seven.”

“Eight.”

“Wow, you can both count, great.” Michael stepped in, “eight shots should be enough.”

“Of vodka, wouldn’t want the ‘pretty boy’ forcing down a big boy shot.” Dove stated.

Luke glared, “make it whiskey.”

“You sure?” Dove said, voice sickly sweet, “wouldn’t want you to choke on an actual drink.”

“Whiskey.” Luke stated again, “make it nine.”

“Eight will be fine.” Michael assured the waitress.

As soon as the waitress was gone again, Luke turned to Dove, “how many people have you killed?”

“Luke!” Birdie gasped in shock.

“You can’t just ask people how many people they’ve murdered.” Michael groaned.

“Too many to count.” Dove stated, “you?”

“So fucking many.”

Birdie had pulled the plate of poutine forward, grabbing a fry, she held it up to Luke who finally tore his gaze from Dove so he could let Birdie feed him, nipping at her fingers to make her giggle.

He was starting to feel the effects of the liquor, a happy buzzing erupting over his skin. His entire attention was focused on the love her his life as she popped a fry into her mouth before grabbing another to feed to him again. She was weary of his teasing bites, pulling her fingers away quickly before he could take another nip at her skin. The giggles that erupted from her made him laugh, and Michael let out a sigh of relief, Luke’s walls were coming down.

Beside him, Dove also seemed to be relaxing, her shoulders not as stiff underneath the black leather that hid her body from Michael’s would be wandering eyes.

He tried to come up with something the pair had in common, something they could bond over but the only thing he could think of was murder. Finally he sighed, seeing no other way around it, “so Dove, what’s your favourite kill?”

Dove sighed, leaning forward on the table, head on her palm, “that’s tough. There have been so many good ones.”

Luke rolled his eyes.

“You have one at the top of your head?” Dove asked.

“This one torture sesh I did a year or two back, huge guy, lasted a long time. That shit went on for hours-” Luke began.

“Love it when they last longer.” Dove mused, smirking at Luke who returned the sinister look. Michael and Birdie were once again watching the two cold blooded murderers, and although Birdie wasn’t thinking too hard about it, Michael was sensing the sexual undertones, and his heart was racing, thinking about what had happened between him and Dove.

“And when they beg?” Luke laughed.

“Fucking love it when they beg.” Dove agreed.

Birdie’s eyes widened, finally catching on to what they were saying.

“The way your skin feels-” Dove began.

“Splattered in blood.” Luke finished.

Birdie’s nails clicked along the table for a moment then she said, “I have to go to the bathroom.” and Michael nearly wanted to join her if just to get away from the conversation that was making all of the killers at the table so hot and bothered.

“I’ll come with.” Luke stated, turning to look at his girlfriend, eyes full of hunger.

“Uh, no, I was actually thinking… maybe, maybe Dove would want to come with me?” Birdie asked hopefully.

Dove looked her up and down for a moment. She’d never been the type to have girl friends. Never the type to go to the bathroom just for the sake of talking about her feelings. But fuck it, this was as good a time as any she supposed.

Birdie even grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers as the small brunette pulled her through the restaurant. It was a pretty high class place but that wasn’t a surprise to Dove, most of the gang members in the city liked to flaunt their money.

The bathroom was large, with a fireplace and two couches - it was that kind of restaurant. Birdie went to the sink, opening her purse. Calum, Ashton and Puppy had convinced her earlier that she needed to interrogate Dove, and Birdie supposed she did want to know a bit more about the blonde, but that just couldn’t happen in front of Luke.

“So Michael seems to like you.” Birdie stated, finding her lipstick in her bag.

Dove leaned against the counter. She was feeling a pleasant buzz and she had to admit that it was lowering her inhibitions. Plus, the girl in front of her seemed so nice and friendly. She couldn’t see any reason not to talk to Birdie, to not open up. Besides, Dove knew getting along with the Aces was important, she had to be making more of an effort to merge, like everyone else had.

“Does he?” Dove asked, wishing that boy talk wasn't going to be the conversation that helped her bond with the pretty brunette.

“Yeah, is there anything there?”

Birdie wasn’t even looking at her, which Dove appreciated, it was less pressure, but for some reason it made her want to be a little less guarded, “I mean we slept together-”

“You did not!” Birdie squealed, turning to look at Dove with a huge smile on her face. She was practically bouncing with excitement.

“It’s not a big deal-”

“Oh so you’re like Puppy, the whole ‘I slept with a gang member and it doesn’t matter because we all just sleep around like it’s no big deal.’ thing.” Birdie teased.

“I mean, sort of.” Dove couldn’t help but smile, then she groaned, realizing she was actually enjoying the boy talk, “fuck, Harry mentioned you were gangster kryptonite-”

“Stop it!” Birdie giggled, “but seriously, you and Michael? Wow, I can totally see it!”

“You can?”

“Oh yeah.” Birdie smiled, “you’re all gorgeous and dangerous and you have a cool nickname-”

“Dove?”

“Okay, Dove is nice but Blades is pretty cool. You know, if you don’t like Dove, I can call you Blades-”

“I actually don’t mind Dove.” she sighed, turning to look at herself in the mirror, “Blades sounded kind of pretentious anyways.”

“I want to apologize for Luke by the way,” Birdie said, once again picking up her lipstick, “he’s really protective. He’s a great guy. I know he can be kind of weird but… well, I love him you know? And he’s really good for me-”

“Don’t worry, I know he’s not abusive.” Dove sighed, “you two actually look pretty good together.”

“So…” Birdie’s eyes flickered from her lips to Dove, “Luke killed your friends.”

“I’ve killed his too.” Dove sighed.

Birdie put her lipstick down, “sometimes I wonder why you guys stay in the gang.”

“It’s what we’re good at, it can be hard to leave, and… at the end of the day, it’s family.”

“I guess you’re right about that.” Birdie mused, “anyways, so you slept with Michael-”

Dove hid her face in her hands which is when she realized how far gone she was from the shots she’d taken, and, how much she actually liked Michael, “fuck, I’ve only known the guy like a week.”

“Michael’s a teddy bear.” Birdie smiled.

Dove groaned, “I know, it’s so annoying.”

“So… I have to ask, and don’t hate me for this, but, okay, so the others are kind of suspicious of you, and I guess I’m just- there’s been some talk about your gang still trying to sabotage The Aces or something and, well, Michael’s a pretty integral part of the Aces-”

“I’m not going to seduce him then break his heart.” Dove said, “not my style.”

“Okay. good. Cuz if you did, well, I would be very upset with you.” Birdie narrowed her eyes but she could only pretend to be menacing for so long before she broke into a grin again, “so are you two going to date?”

“I wouldn’t go that far-”

“What? How come?” Birdie turned to look at her with wide eyes.

Dove almost laughed, “life doesn’t work that way-”

“Yes it does.” Birdie insisted, “you like someone so you date them.”

“We can’t just-”

“Why not?”

“Well…” Dove thought about it, “his friends don’t like me.”

“I will make them like you.” Birdie insisted.

“But… who knows if he even likes me.” Birdie’s eyes widened and Dove groaned loudly, “see, this is why I don’t date, men are so fucking confusing and you’re looking at me like I’m some dumb teenage girl who's never dated before-”

“I’m just shocked because you’re so gorgeous and confident-”

“Please don’t.” Dove sighed again.

“But you are!” Birdie insisted.

“I’m good at killing people, that doesn't mean I have good people skills.”

“If Michael asks you out, would you say yes?” Birdie asked.

“If you talk to him about this-” Dove began to warn but she stopped herself, not about to threaten the soft girl in front of her, “please don’t.”

“What if I just give it a little push? Just a little one?” Birdie asked.

Dove was conflicted. Maybe it was the booze, or the threat of actually feeling something for someone, but she was worried. Torn. she’d been in this situation before and chosen to ignore the blossoming feelings, only to lose any chance she’d ever have with the guy when he was shot dead in front of her apartment. And now here she was again, with an opportunity to grab what she’d missed with Noah or possibly feel the same regret all over again.

Dove sighed, “gangster kryptonite and certified matchmaker hmm? Let me guess, you also like to bake and regularly hold gang game night?”

“I tried that but Ashton, Puppy and Calum are too competitive.” Birdie frowned for a moment, “but yes, certified matchmaker.”

“If this goes bad I’ll have to change my name and dip out of town-”

“It won’t go bad!” Birdie insisted.

Was Dove really about to place all her trust in Birdie? The girl who hand fed her boyfriend, was wearing a pink sweater dress with matching fuzzy flip flops and bubblegum nails, and cringed at the taste of tequila?

Dove made a mental note not to get drunk around Birdie again.

-----

The shots had arrived while the girls were in the bathroom and Luke had helped himself to four of them already, all but collapsing on the table as he held his face up with his hands, “so…” Michael grinned, watching his friend pick at the poutine, “Dove’s not that bad huh?”

Luke looked up at him then laughed loudly, “did you sleep with her Michael?”

“How… how did you get that from what I just said?”

Luke shrugged, “you like blondes, that's why none of us worry about you with our girlfriends.”

“So it’s not because I’m just a stand up guy?” Michael laughed.

“No.” Luke’s hand reached out for another drink that Michael moved away from him, earning a groan and pout from the blonde, “give me.”

“No.”

“When Dove comes back, she’ll drink with me.” Luke stated.

“You sure about that?”

“Yeah, she’s nice.” Luke said, shoving fries into his mouth.

“So you want to hang out with her again?”

“Yeah.” Luke groaned, resting his head on the table, “where’s my baby?”

As if on queue, the girls returned. Luke’s arms widened and Birdie entered them, running her fingers through his hair, “hey you.”

“Hey princess.” he smiled against her neck.

Her gaze went to Michael and the new shots on the table, specifically the empty ones, Michael shrugged at her and she sighed, knowing there’s nothing he could have done to stop her boyfriend from drinking. “You tired?” she asked.

“Hmm.” Luke hummed, lips pressing against her skin in delicate butterfly kisses.

“We should probably get going soon yeah?” she asked.

Luke nodded, rubbing his face against her neck, “smell so good.”

“I’m gonna get this one home.” Birdie told the other two before pressing a kiss to the crown of Luke’s head.

He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, he tossed a bunch of money on the table, “on me.” he stated.

Birdie got out of the booth and Luke followed suit, arms around his girlfriend who somehow managed to support him, “you going to say goodbye babe?” she asked.

“Bye Michael, bye Dove.” Luke smiled.

“Be safe.” Michael stated.

“You be safe.” Luke retorted.

Michael chuckled, watching Birdie help Luke from the restaurant.

“So we gonna finish these or what?” Dove asked, motioning to the five shots still on the table.

“All of them?” Michael laughed.

Dove shrugged.

“Guess those four shots weren’t enough for you?” he teased, accepting the shot from Dove.

“I’m hardcore.”

“I know.” Michael smiled, earning a small shove from Dove. they clinked their glasses and drank, slamming them back down onto the table.

He was also feeling the tingly, boozy sensations running through his body and god, she was beautiful.

Dove caught him looking at her lips and felt her skin heat up as she grabbed another shot.

“You should slow down.” Michael advised, “don’t wanna be carrying you home tonight.”

“You don’t?”

Michael chuckled, not expecting her answer, he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, looking at her, “I mean, I’d be down to, but something tells me you’re not into that sort of thing.”

“You’re right.” Dove laughed, “you already know me so well.”

Michael was shocked at how open she was being, how teasing, how… sweet. He wondered if she could always be like this, if he managed to get past her barbed wire riddled walls.

There were three shots left and Michael really wasn’t in the mood for getting pukey drunk. Dove’s hand reached forward for another shot and Michael put his hand over hers, stopping her, “you sure you want that shot Dove?”

Her eyes were focused on their hands and after a moment, Michael looked down too, watching as she fully interlocked their fingers.

Michael’s phone buzzed and Dove quickly tore her hand away, with a groan, Michael answered his phone, “yeah?”

“Where the fuck are you mate?” came Harry’s angry british drawl.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s taco and thrones night asshole!”

Michael thought hard for a moment then he cussed, “shit, fuck, really? We were serious about that?”

“Well, I was! Did you seriously forget about this?”

“Kind of?”

“What a fucking fake fan you are.”

“Look, I can be there soon-”

“Bring snacks.” Harry hung up.

“Are you seriously choosing Harry over me?” Dove asked.

Michael sighed, “I promised him like a month ago that I’d watch Game of Thrones with him when it came back on.”

“Why would you do that?” Dove laughed, “he’s just going to get super drunk and yell at the tv.”

Michael shrugged, “sounds fun, I think you’re just pissed that you’re not invited.”

Dove glared at him, “then invite me.”

“Wanna come watch game of thrones get super high and drunk and yell about the Lannisters?”

Dove shrugged, “got nothing better to do, so I guess.”

-----

Harry opened the door in nothing but boxers and a black silk robe, a bottle of scotch in his hand, “You made it!” he hugged Michael, “and you brought Katherine with you.”

“Katherine?!” Michael squeaked, turning to look at the blonde, “your name is fucking Katherine!?”

Dove shoved past Harry into his apartment, “asshole.”

“No wonder you hate it when I call you kitten!” Michael screamed, “that’s literally your name!”

“It’s not.”

“Katherine, katy, kit, cat, kit kat, kitten-”

“Michael shut up!” Dove groaned, collapsing onto Harry’s couch.

“Where the fuck were you two?” Harry asked as Michael entered the apartment, walking into the kitchen where an entire taco station was set up.

“Drinks with Birdie and Luke.”

“How’s my favourite gang couple doing?” Harry asked, following Michael to the kitchen to begin making himself a taco.

“Cute as ever.” Michael said absentmindedly, “and I thought you were more of a Cashy fan?”

“What the fuck is a Cashy?” Dove called.

“Calum, Ashton, Puppy, those three scare me.” Harry admitted.

“Same.” Michael agreed.

They made tacos and went to join Dove who was sitting on the sofa. Harry took one edge, splaying his legs open with one arm going behind the couch, leaving the middle for Michael.

The show began and Harry leaned forward, focusing completely on the tv for a solid five minutes before he let out a long sigh, “not high enough for this shit, anyone wanna smoke?”

“I’m good.” Dove sighed while Michael held up a hand.

“Your loss.” Harry said, opening a box on the coffee table to remove a blunt which he then put between his lips, grabbing a lighter before going out to the terrace. He shut the door behind him.

Dove stretched out on the couch, putting her legs over Michael’s lap, “you doing alright Kitten?” he teased.

“Fuck you.” she said but she was smiling, arms stretching over her head as she let out a soft moan, “feeling great.”

“How drunk are you?” Michael asked.

“Just a little buzzed, why?” she pulled her legs back and for a second Michael was glad about the disappearing pressure on his lap, but then she got up on her knees, swinging a leg over Michael so she was straddling him, “worried you’ll take advantage?”

Michael swallowed thickly, looking up at the blonde, “think you’re the one taking advantage.”

“Hmmm” her voice was low, sexy, and it made Michael’s heart thump faster, “think you’re letting me though.” His hands moved to her hips while her fingers came to dance along his chin, exploring the stubble, “want you to mark me up with this.”

A groan left Michael’s lips before he could stop it, fingers moving on their own accord, digging harshly into Dove’s hips as he pushed down, helping her grind against him.

“Such pretty lips.” Dove mused, finger dancing along his bottom lip.

She leaned down, breath ghosting over his face teasingly as he waited for her to kiss him, tilting his head up eagerly. Her eyes searched his and she grinned, finally closing the distance.

One of his hands came up to tangle in her hair, keeping her lips on his in case she felt like being a tease again and pulling away before Michael had had his fix. Their tongues clashed desperately as Dove grabbed at Michael’s hair, pulling it harshly, Michael gave in, letting her gain access to his neck.

Her lips teased the skin, tongue running over his adams apple as it bobbed while he swallowed thickly, groaning. His eyes opened and he turned his head a little to look towards the terrace. Harry was standing at the glass sliding door, grinning ear to ear with a bunt between his lips, he wiggled his fingers at Michael before making a few thrusting motions and Michael groaned, turning his head so his lips could meet Dove’s again.

“Harry’s coming back.” he said, wanting nothing more in the world than for the situation to continue, but he just couldn’t. He couldn’t fuck her on Harry Styles’ couch with Harry watching while high as fuck on the terrace. Hell, even if they’d gone to a bathroom or the spare room Michael had crashed in before, it still wouldn’t have felt right.

Michael had never had an issue with sex outside the bedroom before, so the fact that he was helping Dove get off of being on top of him was a shock.

Dove looked at Harry who had by that point turned to look at the sky line again, “do you think he’ll make us watch the whole episode?”

“Probably.” Michael said, picking at his pants that had since gotten far too tight.

“Are you even into this show?”

Michael shrugged, “Harry likes to laugh about the cringey sex scenes and he lets me be on my phone for most of it anyways, so it doesn’t matter much to me.”

Dove groaned, taking a deep breath, “I need water.”

“Good idea.” Michael watched her go to the kitchen and grab a glass.

A soft cool gust of air signified that Harry had come back inside, he looked ecstatic, bounding to the couch to sit down, “let’s watch this fucking show.”

----

They’d both walked with their hands tucked into their jackets, an obvious distance between them as Michael escorted Dove to her apartment which was just a few blocks from Harry’s.

The tension was prickling Michael’s skin, the silence uncomfortable and deafening.

They’d both sobered up and both of them were confused about the whole situation.

Both of them assumed the other only wanted sex but neither was willing to clarify that notion, which meant, when they stopped in front of Dove’s apartment, neither had any clue what to do.

Michael opened his mouth when his phone dinged and he looked down, narrowing his eyes at the new chat that had popped up on his phone. He knew the two contacts but it was a bit of a shock to see them in the same place.

Birdie and Harry’s icons were clear as day, as were the words ‘Green light! Green light!’ and ‘its a go cliffo!’

Michael quickly typed: ‘how do you two even have each others numbers?’

While it sent, a humping gif flashed on his screen from Harry and a few moments later Birdie said: ‘that dont matter mike, dove likes you!’

Michael frowned, ‘wut?’

‘SHE. LIKES. YOU.’

‘GET IT!’

“Who is it?” Dove asked.

Michael shoved his phone in his pocket, looking up at the blonde. He took a deep breath, feeling more anxiety than he had in ages. He itched to have a gun in his hand, that would make life easier.

“No one, uh, you gonna invite me up?” he asked, heart thumping in his chest again.

Dove studied him for a second, pulse racing. She took a deep breath and a leap of faith, “yeah, come on.”

Michael followed Dove into the building to the elevator, taking it to the top floor. They stayed quiet and Michael wondered what he was even going to say to her. She opened her apartment and Michael followed her inside, not wasting a moment to take everything in before he grabbed her hips and pulled her back to his chest, lips close to the shell of her ear, “still want marks?” he asked, hoping, praying, he sounded seductive instead of awkward as fuck.

Dove turned in his hands, throwing her arms over his shoulders as she pressed her lips to his. He had no clue where anything in her apartment was so when he pushed forward with his hips, making her walk backwards, he hoped they’d hit something eventually.

Dove bumped into something and mumbled “couch” (or maybe it was ouch? Michael wasn’t sure) against his lips. Michael opened his eyes briefly so when he shoved her down, he’d be sure she landed somewhere, then he got on his knees at the edge of the sofa, “take off your shirt.” he stated, already grabbing at her boots to remove them. First he slid out the twin blades, placing them delicately under the couch where they couldn’t harm anyone.

He tore her jeans off fluidly, along with her panties, leaving her exposed for him for the second time in two days. Michael lifted her foot gingerly, pressing a kiss to her calf before he continued up her leg. He rubbed his cheek against her skin and Dove shivered, fingers shaking as she unclasped her bra and let it slide away.

Her hands immediately went to his hair, tugging at the bleach blond locks to urge him forward as he got closer and closer to where she needed him.

His lips made contact with her inner thigh and a soft moan left her lips as he rubbed over the recently kissed skin with his cheek, the scruff making a slight burning sensation that was driving her wild already.

Michael finally took a teasing lick, flicking her clit and earning another whining sound, Dove’s fingers pulling lightly at his hair. Her hips thrust forward in an effort to get him to continue and Michael obliged, wrapping his lips around her sensitive bud so he could suck it into his mouth, tongue lapping at her.

He maneuvered himself so he could slip two digits inside of her, groaning at how wet she was for him. He curled his fingers up, thrusting them slowly as more of an afterthought to what he was doing with his mouth. His teeth grazed the soft bundle of nerves and Dove’s body jerked under him, the loudest moan yet ringing through the room.

“Fuck!”

He smirked, sucking harder and quickening the pace of his fingers. As she fluttered around him and more curse words left her lips, hips spasming to the point that he had to physically hold her down with his free hand, he knew she was about to come undone for him and he revelled in it.

She clenched around him, a loud whine like angels singing as her fingers tugged harshly at his hair and Michael continued his motions, prolonging the experience to the best of his ability until she was a shaking mess, only when he was one hundred percent sure she was done did he pull away.

He licked his fingers greedily, looking up at the beautiful woman as he stood. In a post orgasm haze, she struggled to catch her breath and Michael took the time to look around the apartment.

His eyes landed on the tv, and the gaming console underneath it.

“Holy shit!” he screamed, making Dove’s eyes snap open with concern before she realized he was just excited as he ran over to look at her games, “I didn’t know you were a gamer?!”

Dove pushed herself up, “yeah.”

He picked up the Call of Duty, “this makes so much sense to me.”

“Are you… are you going to come back here?” Dove asked.

“Uh…” Michael looked over his shoulder at her.

Dove sighed, “your loss.”

“But we can play video games?” Michael asked.

“Yeah.” she grabbed at her jeans, pulling them on, then found her bra, sliding it back on next, “online, multiplayer, zombies-”

“online.” Michael stated, grabbing two controllers he came to sit next to Dove on the couch, handing one to her. As the game turned on they both tried to set it up which led to a bit of a fumble and finally Michael sighed, allowing her to pick everything.

The game loaded, “if I get more kills than you, you have to fuck me.” Dove stated.

“And if I get more kills?”

“Then you’re allowed to fuck me.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Michael laughed.

Dove stood up and Michael was about to question it when she got in front of him, he moved his arms so she could sit down on his lap, getting comfortable and earning a groan from him, “what are you doing?” he asked.

“Sitting.” she answered as his arms wrapped around her, resting the controller and his hands on her lap. He could still see the tv over her shoulder, and he moved her hair to one side, exposing her neck so each breath sent tingles across her skin.

He pressed a soft kiss to the skin, only stopping when the game begun.

Michael tried to focus but Dove kept moving slightly, her ass pressing against his aching cock and earning deep, gruttal moans from Michael. “Fuck, stop moving.” he cussed when a particular motion made his leg jolt, watching himself get shot by someone that he would have easily been able to kill on a regular day.

“Im not moving.” Dove said innocently.

Michael groaned, using one hand to grab her waist and force her to be still but as soon as he went back to the controler she moved again.

He was almost panting against her throat now and Dove smirked.

His forearms pressed into her sides in an effort to hold her still, using his chest to lock her in against him. She loved how big he felt behind her and in a way Dove even enjoyed the constriction.

Breathing was getting difficult for her, the feeling of his boner pressing against her ass was too much of a distraction and finally Dove snapped, “move your arms.”

“No.”

“Move them!” Dove growled.

Michael groaned and followed her instructions, eyes flickering between her and the tv in confusion as she got onto the floor, “what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” she asked, tossing her controler away as she immediately began to unbuckle his jeans. Her fingers slid under the waistband and one hard tug had them down enough for her to access his throbbing cock.

When her digits wrapped around it, Michael jerked, muttering “fuck.” as he once more struggled to look between her and the tv.

“Play your game.” Dove stated.

Michael growled when her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue teasing in a swirling motion before she slid down more, cheeks hollowing around him.

His hips twitched and Dove rested her hands on his thighs, nails digging in as she began to bob up and down, eyes closed, revelling in the small, deep moans leaving Michael’s lips.

She focused on the tip a little more, realizing that when she did this, Michael’s noises got louder.

When Dove pulled away Michael was about to protest when she began removing her clothes again. When she had gotten off her pants, Michael briefly let go of his controller to allow Dove to straddle him, his hands reconnecting behind her back as she sank down on his cock, making both of them moan.

“What’s you kill score babe?” she asked, kissing at his neck as he tried to focus on the tv over her shoulder.

Dove’s hands settled on his shoulders as she began to move up and down, finding a pace that worked for her, something not too slow but not too fast either.

“Bout sixty.” Michael answered, voice shaky.

“Make it a hundred and I’ll let you cum.” Dove stated.

Michael groaned loudly, narrowing his eyes at the tv as a sudden determination to find enemies to kill surged through him. It didn’t help that Dove had sped up her motions and the feeling of euphoria was pulsing through Michael’s body.

He tried to focus on the tv, tried to ignore the feeling of the woman sliding up and down on his throbbing cock.

Dove reached behind herself, unclasping her bra so she could throw it across the room. Her breasts pressed against his front and she pulled away a little so with each movement they bounced against him.

Part of Michael wanted to whimper at the feeling, but he pushed it away, focusing as he racked in more kills like a machine.

“Ten.” he stated.

“What?” Dove moaned, nipping at his ear with her teeth as her nails dragged over his gang tattoo.

“Nine.” two moments passed, “eight.”

He was counting down how many more kills he had before reaching one hundred.

With each new number, Dove sped up, using his countdown as a timer to reach their highs. As he got to four, Michael had began thrusting up a little, trying to meet Dove’s movements as more low moans tumbled from his lips.

“Two.”

Dove let out a high whine, pulsing around him in anticipation.

Michael didn’t even say one, he simply threw the controler across the room, hands grabbing Dove’s hips as he lifted her up, getting her onto her back on the couch as he entered her again, jack hammering inside like his life depended on it.

Dove’s fingers tangled in Michael’s hair as their lips smashed together, teeth and tongues clashing. She came almost immediately, moaning into Michael’s mouth as his hips spasmed, her orgasm bringing him to the edge as well.

“Fuck.” he panted after a few seconds, hips finally slowing, then stopping as they panted against each other, Dove running her fingers through Michael’s hair as they both came down from their highs.

“Will you go out with me?” Michael asked, voice half mumbled against Dove’s neck.

“Yeah.”

“Thank fuck.” Michael fully buried his face against her skin, making her laugh as his scruff tickled the sensitive flesh of her neck.

“Was this whole night to get Luke to like me so you could ask me out?” Dove asked.

Michael thought about it for a second, “that sounds so fucking weird when you say it like that.”

Dove laughed, “it’s nice.”

“Yeah?” Michael pulled away so he could look at her face.

“Yeah. You’re not like a lot of the guys I know. Which is a good thing.” she assured him, fingers brushing over his cheek bone and pretty lips.

“You’re not like the gang girls I know.”

“You don’t know any gang girls, Harry says The Aces are sexist.”

“We’re not sexist!” Michael insisted.

“Sure you’re not.”

Michael groaned, “what I mean, is, fuck- here’s an example: Puppy. When she started seeing Ashton and Calum it was just sex because that’s what people in gangs are used to. It took her getting kidnapped for them to pull their heads out of their asses and just fucking commit.”

“Are you commiting?” Dove furrowed her eyebrows at him.

“No, I mean, uh, well,” Michael groaned, “I’m saying this isn’t just sex for me, in case that was something you were worried about.”

“I was worried about it, but I’m not anymore.” she assured him, “I want this. I want to try this. Whatever this is.”

Michael beamed at her, then his attention was taken by the tv, “hey! Our team won!”

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As soon as Luke’s eyes landed on Dove, he began running, “dibs!” he screamed, trying to get to the back torture room before she could, but Calum and Ashton blocked him at the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting there first.” Luke tried to move past Calum who wouldn’t budge.

“You two will be interrogating together.” Calum stated.

“What?”

“It will be fun.” Michael said, clapping Luke on the back.

“No it won’t.”

“Hate to tell you this Luke, but you admitted to me at the bar the other night that you were kind of interested to see what the hype about Dove was.” Michael sighed.

Luke groaned loudly, “fuck.” he leaned forward, eyes flickering to where Dove was standing with Birdie, voice a whisper, “you didn’t tell her that did you?”

“I did. Also told her you said she’s nice and want to hang out again, so here you go, hang out, torture someone together, should be fun.”

Luke narrowed his eyes at Michael, “you’re dating officially now aren’t you?”

“Again, how the fuck did you get that from what I just said?!” Michael laughed.

“Fucking knew it.” Luke groaned, “so I guess I have to be her friend now huh?”

“I mean, it would be nice-” Michael said.

Calum cleared his throat, “have you told Puppy?”

“No, but she should be fine with it right?” Michael asked, “I mean, if Luke can get over it-”

“Puppy holds grudges.” Ashton stated, “she never forgets anything.”

“Why doesn’t she like Dove?” Michael asked in confusion.

“Something about a huge ploy to undermine this entire gang through seducing you-” Calum began.

“Birdie insists that it’s not true-” Ashton cut in.

“Birdie says what?” Michael looked between the three men.

“We may have asked Birdie to interrogate Dove once she was drunk while you four were at the restaurant the other night.” Ashton said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“You what?!”

“Don’t worry, she checked out, Birdie couldn’t stop raving about her for hours, it was shit for my hangover.” Luke stated.

“I can’t believe Birdie was a spy for you assholes-” Michael said in shock.

“She wasn’t a spy.” Luke interrupted, “we could only convince her by saying it was her looking out for you.”

Michael sighed, “fine. You guys go ahead, I’ll talk to Puppy.”

“Good luck.” Ashton said, immediately turning to go to the back room, not interested in being around for the Michael and Puppy interaction.

Michael waved over Dove, grabbing her hand which he gave a small squeeze, “have fun.”

“We will.” she assured him, offering a smile before she went to follow Luke.

The sound of them discussing murder technique got quieter as they disappeared and Michael turned to the bar where Birdie was with Puppy.

He took a deep breath and walked over, feeling more judgement from the dark haired bartender than he had ever felt in his life, “so me and Dove-”

“It’s a bad idea.” Puppy stated.

“Look, she’s a nice girl-”

“She literally murders people with dual blades she keeps in her boots.”

“And you’re dating not one but two gangsters, one of which is a leader so, I dunno, seems pretty even to me.” Michael pointed out, “I know you think the merger was a bad idea but it was a decision that was made by Ace leaders. Don’t you trust us? Don’t you trust Cal?”

“I have trust issues.” Puppy stated as a matter of fact.

“Well that sounds like something you should work on.” Michael said, only realizing once the words left his lips that he sounded like a douchebag, “shit, I’m sorry, I just, I really like her. And it’s new, but I want it to have a chance and that can’t happen if you’re mean to her.”

Puppy looked him up and down and Birdie fidgeted with her nails awkwardly.

“Luke’s warmed up to her.” Michael said.

“Because Birdie made him.”

“I don’t make Luke do anything.” Birdie quipped in for the first time.

“Puppy, please.” Michael said, reaching out a hand to her, “for me?”

Puppy groaned, grabbing Michael’s hand finally so he could squeeze it, “fine. But it’s not going to last.”

“Then it doesn’t last.” Michael shrugged.

Puppy searched his face, “I’ll be nice but I won’t be happy about it.”

“That’s all I’m asking for.” Michael smiled.

Puppy shrugged, “it’s not going to last.” she said again with complete certainty.

She was wrong.

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(so this is just the start of their relationship. Dove and Michael will be back in the Harry fic that will also be dropping this week, its like 23+ K and features everyone from this AU so yeah :) )

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