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rcksmith · 3 years

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Distracted — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”

Smut prompts :

30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.

Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)

Word count: 4k

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.

Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.

Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.

And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.

You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.

But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.

You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.

It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.

“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.

This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.

There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.

But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.

“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.

“And you can't wait ?!”

This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.

“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.

Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!

"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.

You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

What?! Fucking what?!

Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!

"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

Oh, no. Oh fucking no.

Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.

"What a fuck ..."

But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.

"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.

You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.

Holy shit.

It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.

But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.

And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.

Well…until now.

Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.

"You called me a child, didn't you?"

You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.

"I will show you my age!"

Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.

That was a really kiss.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.

"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.

"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.

You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.

“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”

His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.

Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.

Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.

Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.

You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.

“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”

His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.

"Y-yes." You whined.

“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.

You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.

“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."

Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.

This son of fucking bitch!

- - -

You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.

Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.

And you were already crazy.

In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.

You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.

And after seven days, you gave in.

It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.

“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.

Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.

"Traffic."

You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.

“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.

"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”

He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."

You shrugged. “Okay.”

"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.

“No, why?”

“It tastes different.” He drank some more.

“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.

You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.

As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.

Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.

"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.

In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.

"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.

You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.

“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me."

Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.

God, you wanted him so fucking much...

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.

You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.

You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.

"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.

"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"

You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.

"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.

"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”

You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.

"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.

“Y-yes! Please!”

Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:

"How hard?"

"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."

That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.

Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "

Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.

This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.

“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.

Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.

Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.

"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”

"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.

"Answer!" One more slap.

"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.

Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.

"Such a good bitch."

Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.

"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.

Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.

You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.

"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.

"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.

Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:

"Wait!"

Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.

"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.

But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.

“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.

Did you blink a few times “No?”

“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”

You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.

“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.

You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.

"No." You mumbled.

Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.

And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.

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2jaeh · 3 years

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saudade | doyoung

when a young vampire coven move to your tiny, peaceful village, you expect tension between your own witch coven. but you'd never expect to fall in love.

genre: fluff, smut, angst

content: fem!reader, witch!reader, vampire!doyoung, violence, death, soft dom!doyoung, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex

word count: 14.7k

author lin

You were born into the supernatural realm with no choice as to whether you wanted to be immersed in it or not. As a mere infant, you first opened your eyes to three smiling witches staring right back down at you, one of them being your mother. A young witch exploring the city, your mother met your mortal father working at a local bakery. Once she had fallen pregnant with you, she insisted she had to move back to her village where her coven still resided.

"It'll be safer there." She told your father and left without another word to him.

Safe. Safe from the fearful humans who would pull out their torches and pitchforks at the slightest mention of magic. Your village was much different. It was tiny, practically just a single road with small infrastructures on either side. It was surrounded by a lush, green forest, the nearest city being about two hours away. The humans that lived there had settled their houses many years ago and passed them down to each generation, none of which with any desire to leave. Likewise, your mother's coven had been living there for several generations before her own. The Velvet Apothecary had served the little village their medicinal needs for a long time now, earning the humans' trust and diffusing any suspicions.

"Is that book more important than finishing your breakfast?" Your mother complained, tapping the spine of the book in your hands.

You looked up to see her peering down at you, a wooden spoon in one hand and a grin on her usually stoic face. You had no siblings and your father had never met you, so naturally you grew quite close to your mother and the two younger witches of her coven, Yeri and Seulgi, who raised you together. When puberty kicked in and you had to deal with hormones, pimples and almost setting your hair on fire, the three of them were there for you the entire time. They always kept you safe so that you could grow up to be a responsible half mortal, half witch.

"Don't you know, Irene? She has to read that book to impress that boyfriend of hers!" Yeri, the youngest of the three, gushed as she slipped into the seat next to you.

"A boy? What boy?" The smile dropped from your mother's face as she narrowed her eyes at you.

"He's just my friend, mother," you grumbled, closing your book and setting it down on the round table.

"Are you talking about Renjun?" Your mother hummed when you nodded in response, "well he's a nice boy, despite being a bloodsucker."

"Mother!" You whined, frowning at her as she just laughed at her own comment.

"Sorry dear, you go have fun with him today," she cooed before placing a glass of brown liquid in front of you, sternly folding her arms across her chest when she saw the annoyed look on your face, "drink up, you know there's no use in whining."

"It just tastes revolting." You muttered, but nevertheless took the glass in your hand and chugged down the terribly bitter drink.

"No matter how it tastes, it keeps us safe." She insisted, a satisfied smile on her face as she watched Yeri obediently drink hers.

Your mother had been giving you the bitter potion ever since your powers came in at thirteen. According to her, it was a special concoction passed down from all the head witches to keep the coven protected from other, more malicious supernatural beings. You were never told how it actually offered protection and only your mother knew anything about it. Yeri was convinced it gave off some kind of special, unappealing odor while Seulgi thought it just made your aura appear more threatening to other creatures. Renjun had debunked both those theories and you opted to believe it was just a silly tradition to which your mother stuck.

"I'll be taking my leave then." You announced, stuffing your book into your satchel and throwing the bag over your shoulder.

"Don't be gone too long! You still have your shift at the shop!" Your mother's voice echoed through the halls as you jogged out the kitchen and hopped down the stairs.

You arrived in the shop to see Seulgi at the counter, packing away some bottles for the display. She gave you a sweet smile and you returned it before quickly moving through the shop, exiting through the glass doors. It was an overcast day, the sky dull and small drops of rain descended upon the village. Most of the mortals stayed indoors on a miserable day like this, but these were the only times you and Renjun could explore outside of the dimly lit butchery at which he worked.

Renjun had a complicated story. His family had owned the butchery in your village many years ago until they decided to close up and move to a bigger city. Wandering the streets at night, Renjun encountered a young vampire with no self control. The young vampire was stopped by two others from his coven, but the damage was already done. According to Renjun, the vampires took him in, leaving behind his clothes and some blood stains to fake his death. The young vampires offered to take him around on their travels, but Renjun insisted that he'd rather go back to the village. And so he did. He reopened the butchery and survived on the blood of animals. Being the only two supernaturals in the village around the same age, you naturally became friends. You never bothered to pester Renjun on any more details about the vampires who had changed him. It was a given that he didn't want to speak about them.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?" You found Renjun at the entrance of the forest.

He was seated atop a rock, not fussy about the moss and wet surface beneath him. As expected, he was just content with the act of being outside during the daytime. However, when he lifted his head from the book he was reading, his eyes didn't show the innocent delight that usually adorned them. His lips pursed into a forced smile and you knew something was bothering him.

"Is everything okay?" You took a seat on the rock next to him, tucking your long skirt underneath to prevent it from lifting with the gentle breeze.

"Do you remember those vampires I said I met in the city?" Renjun set his book down on his lap and tapped his round rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Hmm, I do remember you telling me about them." You nodded.

"I received a letter from one of them," he sighed deeply, running a hand through his dark hair, "apparently, they've grown tired of traveling and want to come settle here… with me in the village."

"From what you said, they seemed to be a bit reckless in the city with their… feeding," you gulped awkwardly, "are they sure coming to settle in a little village like this is the best idea?"

"They were more intrigued about how safe it is here for us supernaturals and immortals," Renjun heaved another huge sigh, "I can't particularly stop them, but hopefully I can convince them to switch to animal blood."

"You know how my mother is about unruly vampires," you grinned when Renjun held back a small laugh, "if you don't set them straight, she will."

…..

The coven arrived on another dreary day, the entire village still and quiet except for the rain pelting from the gray sky. You and Yeri peered out the window, watching as their dark figures, dressed in all black, strutted down the road towards the butchery.

"So mysterious." Yeri sang in a teasing tone before turning away from the window and slumping in her seat.

"A bit dramatic, honestly," you chuckled lightly and Yeri returned the laugh, "Renjun told me that they're quite new vampires, so they might be showing off."

"Let's just hope they aren't still reckless and irresponsible," your mother leaned over you and glanced through the window before sliding the curtain closed, "otherwise we'll have some big problems."

"One look from you, Irene, and I'm sure they won't give us any problems." Seulgi snickered.

"Y/n." You lifted your head at the sound of your mother's voice.

"I don't want you meeting with Renjun for a while," she commanded, sternly holding her hand up when she saw you ready to open your mouth in protest, "not until we are more acquainted with these vampires."

"Renjun won't let anything happen to me," you rolled your eyes, but immediately cleared your throat and straightened your posture when your mother glared at you, "and what about that potion? I thought it's supposed to protect us from things like vampires?"

Your mother just groaned softly in response and closed her eyes, showcasing her frustration. Once she opened her eyes again, she drew closer to you, placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

"Don't be difficult, Y/n," her voice was sharp, making you shift in your seat, "you will stay away from Renjun and those vampires and that's final."

"She's right Y/n," Seulgi gave you a small smile to ease the tension, "only for a little bit, until we know they're not dangerous."

"Fine." You huffed as your mother gently patted your head.

You knew they meant well, but sometimes you felt the way they coddled you was a bit excessive. You understood they had to watch over you when you were young and couldn't control your powers, but you'd grown up a lot since then. You were an adult fully capable of making your own decisions. So when night fell and the three older witches were fast asleep in their rooms, you quietly tiptoed down the wooden stairs, entering the shop beneath. You stealthily exited the front door and closed it behind you. It was still pouring outside, a cold wind wrapping around your body. You pulled the hood of your black shawl over your head before starting the quick trip to Renjun's butchery.

The lights in the shop were all off, but the door was left unlocked. Renjun never bothered to lock up, especially when there was always an open invitation for you to come over to spend time with him. You let yourself in, the little bell on the top of the door announcing your arrival. You pulled your hood off and immediately went over to a table in the middle of the dull shop, winding up the glass lantern.

"Renjun, you won't believe what my mother said earlier…" Once there was a speck of light in front of you, you lifted your head up.

But the face that greeted you was not that of Renjun. The much taller figure loomed over you, his dark hair slicked back with a single strand dangling over his forehead. His features were strong, a pointed nose and pinky, pouty lips. His skin was smooth and pale, contrasting the deep red colour of his sharp eyes. Much different to Renjun's Hazel eyes, you knew that he fed off humans rather than animals. The handsome vampire seemed startled as his eyes widened rather innocently and he took a step back.

"Y/n?" Renjun's voice caught your attention and you watched him arrive in the prow of the shop, carrying a lantern of his own.

"Oh Renjun…" You mumbled, awkwardly twirling your fingers.

"I see you've met Doyoung," Renjun chuckled casually, turning on a few more lanterns to adequately light up the shop, "Doyoung, why were you just standing here in the dark?"

"I was just about to turn on the light when… your friend here arrived." Doyoung shifted nervously when he made eye contact with you, letting his head hang low as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

"This is Y/n," Renjun introduced you, a pleasant smile on his face, "my best companion."

"I didn't expect such a lighthearted mood," you mumbled to Renjun, momentarily forgetting vampires had impeccable hearing, "I thought you were against them coming here?"

"You didn't want us here?" Doyoung unexpectedly raised his voice, the offense in his tone was borderline comical that you had to bite back the amused smile on your face.

"It's not like that.." Renjun whined, holding his hands up in defense, "it's just that I was… concerned… about the feeding… you know in such a small village…"

"Well then good thing we've already sorted that out." Another vampire appeared from the staircase, striking blonde hair and a stern face. Tailing behind him was another one with charming cat-like features and a mop of dark, curly hair, his stature towering over everyone in the room.

"Sorted what out?" You pondered.

"You know how we have this issue of riff raffs entering the village? Just looking to steal a quick buck and mess around with the women?" Renjun started and you nodded in agreement, "well they've agreed that those will be the only humans they'll feed on."

"I… still don't know how my mother will feel about that." You shrugged, your eyes quickly running over the vampires before you, lingering just a bit longer on Doyoung.

"Your mother? Oh the cheeky witch that was watching us through her window?" The blonde man smirked, "Ah yes, Renjun has already told us about her hatred of… unruly bloodsuckers."

"Don't worry, I'm sure once we all sit down for a civil chat we can figure out a compromise." The tallest of the men assured you, leaning himself against the wooden counter.

"We promise we'll be on our best behaviour!" Another one of them skipped down the stairs, his big, bright eyes and adorable smile making you smile in return, "Oh I've never met a witch! This is so exciting!"

"Where are our manners?" The blonde man clapped his hands together before extending his one hand out for you to shake, "I'm Kun. This big fella here is Johnny and that's Taeyong."

You shook Kun's icy cold hand as he gestured towards the other two vampires who waved and smiled politely at the sound of their names. They seemed like a friendly lot. Being a witch, your intuition was quite strong and you didn't feel a single bit fearful around them. You could only hope your mother felt the same way.

…..

After a few days of observing the coven from afar, your mother finally decided it was time to meet with them. She commented here and there about how she noticed some scums from the street going missing, but she couldn't really complain about it. They were filthy humans who wouldn't be missed and even her morally righteous self had to admit that. So on a rather sunny day - Yeri joked that if one of the vampires spoke out of line, your mother would throw them into the daylight - the four of you walked down to the butchery. Fortunately it wasn't busy, most of the humans were at home, playing in their yards and basking in the warm weather.

Your mother entered the shop with the three of you trailing behind her. Renjun was at his usual spot behind the counter, his head perking up at the sound of the bell. He smiled politely at your mother, quickly scrambling to his feet.

"M-ma'am? Welcome!" He stammered and your mother nodded, her stoic expression never faltering.

"Where are our new neighbours?" She pulled off her head scarf and rested it on her shoulders.

"They're at the back… let me take you to them." Renjun rushed to your mother's side before leading her to the back of the shop.

You all arrived in the living room, adorned with dull, brown furniture and a maroon rug in the middle of the floor. Johnny and Kun were seated across from each other, playing cards scattered on the coffee table between them. Taeyong and Doyoung were nowhere to be seen. Kun quickly lifted his head upon hearing the footsteps and gave your mother a polite grin.

"A pleasure to finally meet you," he shook your mother's hand, "I'm Kun, and this is Johnny."

"Irene," your mother replied coldly, "this is Seulgi, Yeri and my daughter Y/n."

"Ah yes, I've already…" Kun trailed off when he saw your expression change, using your eyes to stop his words, "I've already seen you all… at your shop."

"So, as the only covens occupying this village," your mother took a seat on the couch, you three gathered around her while Renjun returned back to the front of the shop, "I'm sure you agree that there are some ground rules we'll have to set."

"Well of course, I know you're concerned about the feeding arrangements," Johnny spoke up, folding his legs, "but as a coven we've already decided to try feeding on animals like Renjun… and as for humans, us feeding on the troublemakers shouldn't be much of a problem?"

"The way I see it, it's quite a win-win situation," Kun added, "we get to eat and no one in the village has to worry about those causing trouble."

"There's also the issue of staying hidden from the humans," your mother countered, "I urge that you keep your… tendencies under control. We've done a great job at earning the trust of the humans and we don't need that to be ruined."

"Of course," Kun nodded, "we also don't want to get caught so we'll be nothing but careful."

Amidst their tense conversation, you slipped away back to the front of the shop to find Renjun. You were glad that your mother was being reasonable and it seemed as if from today the covens could live comfortably together in the village. When you arrived in the shop, you noticed the figure sitting at the counter was Doyoung, hunched over a thick book while he absentmindedly nibbled on his thumb. Watching him from afar, you didn't know why your stomach flipped over and over again. You had never felt like that before, so giddy, never wanting to turn away.

"Hey." You said softly, but it was loud enough to catch his attention.

He looked up at you, those same wide eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. He sat up in his seat, the frills of his white dress shirt swaying from side to side. His long, slender fingers laced together as he rested his forearms on the counter. You felt the heat engulf your body. Were you shy to talk to him? Were you excited to talk to him? Or was it a mix of both? You tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear before walking over to the counter.

"Hello," Doyoung belatedly replied in a low voice before clearing his throat, "Renjun is just in the kitchen taking a break."

"Oh alright," you hummed, your eyes drifting over to the book beneath his hands and a smile crept up onto your face, "are you enjoying that book?"

"Book?" He looked confused for a second before looking down at the paperback and then back at you, "Ah yes, Renjun gave it to me… it's good so far."

"I'd like to hear how good you think it is after finishing it." You chuckled and his eyebrows knitted into an adorable, bemused frown.

"Now I'm curious," Doyoung unconsciously leaned forward to flip the book open, the sudden decrease in distance forming butterflies in your tummy, "are you implying that it ends well or not?"

"If I tell you then it ruins the whole experience." You could've dissolved into thin air right there when a sweet smile spread across Doyoung's face, showing off his gums and sharp fangs as his eyes skimmed over the book and a small huff of laughter escaped his lips.

"I've always been intrigued by witches solely because of their clothes." Taeyong's airy voice snapped you out of your daze and you turned around to see him entering the shop with the two covens.

"Our clothes? I don't reckon we're all that fashionable compared to vampires." Seulgi chuckled lightly.

"We look like ghosts, you lot look like pretty, dark fairies." Taeyong accentuated his point by doing a little twirl.

"And yet he'll never believe that he resembles a fairy himself." Johnny grinned as Taeyong did another twirl, using Johnny's arm as an anchor.

"We'll be taking our leave then," your mother announced as she made her way towards the exit, "it was a pleasure to meet all of you."

"The pleasure was all ours." Kun replied with a polite smile.

And with that, you all left the shop and stepped under the warm sunshine. You looped your arm through your mother's and she just looked at you in amusement at your sudden act of affection.

"So… everything is alright now?" You pondered with a playful grin.

"They seem trustworthy enough, but we obviously can't let our guards down that easily," your mother said, "you can only meet with Renjun during the day, your curfew is sunset."

You were about to whine out some complaints about how you now had to maneuver around your shifts at the shop, but decided against it. This was probably the best compromise you were going to get from your stubborn mother, so you just nodded in response.

…..

"They aren't as bad as I expected," Renjun sighed softly as he rested his back against the tree and closed his eyes, enjoying the smells of the damp forest, "They're actually quite nice company. I didn't realise how lonely that house was…"

Weeks had passed since the two covens had met and things were running smoothly. None of the humans were suspicious of the new residents. Most were just pleasantly surprised at how safe it was to roam around the village now that the riff raff were being dealt with. Majority of your breaks were spent inside the butchery and you got to hear more about the vampires. Mainly through Taeyong, who loved to talk. Occasionally from Johnny and Kun when they were in the mood.

You learnt that Doyoung was the eldest in vampire years, having been turned around ten years ago. Not long after he impulsively bit an unsuspecting doctor - Kun - who caught him rummaging at the blood bank and his literature student neighbour - Johnny - who just happened to pick up Doyoung's mail on the wrong day. As for Taeyong, Kun found him barely alive after getting attacked by thieves and his will to save a life kicked in. In a hunger frenzy, Taeyong pounced on Renjun in an alley and the rest, as they say, was history.

You were most curious about Doyoung, the alluring, handsome man that seemed too flustered and passive to be a killer. And yet, whenever it was storytelling time, he was nowhere in sight. He always locked himself away in his room or kept busy at the shop. You so desperately wanted to know more about him. You didn't know whether it was all superficial, but you were drawn to him. Was this the compelling nature of vampires that you always read about? If so, why was it only him that made you feel that way?

"They do all seem nice," you whirred, also leaning against the bark behind you, "is Doyoung always that… to himself?"

"He tends to be," Renjun shrugged, "he likes to keep busy, he doesn't seem to enjoy talking about himself all that much."

"Hmm, I wonder what his deal is." You replied absentmindedly, letting your eyes lose focus on the greenery in front of you.

"You seem oddly inquisitive about Doyoung," Renjun smirked, giggling mischievously, "perhaps… Do you like him?"

"I don't even know him, how on earth would I be able to like him?" You rolled your eyes.

"Well maybe you'd like to get to know him," Renjun teased, poking your shoulder with his finger, "I can arrange that, you know?"

"I'll have to decline the offer," you responded tiredly, heaving yourself off the rock and landing on your feet, "anyways, I have another shift. I'll see you here tomorrow at 10."

"If the weather permits, yes." Renjun beamed as he waved you off.

…..

As agreed, you made your way towards your usual spot in the forest to meet Renjun. It was another dull and miserable day, light drizzle and gentle breeze confirming your plans for the day. These type of days were becoming more common since the Winter season was approaching. You arrived in the forest, the scattered leaves crunching under your boots with each step. You climbed up onto the rock, pressing down your skirt as you crossed your legs at your ankles.

"Y/n?" A familiar soft and unsure voice caught your attention and you peered up to see Doyoung's bright, confused eyes looking up at you.

"Doyoung?" You asked, equally bemused by his sudden presence.

"What are you doing here?" He pondered, his body rooted to his spot on the wet soil, making no attempt to move closer to you.

"I could ask you the same thing," You countered, "where's Renjun?"

"He's at the shop," Doyoung replied quietly, "he told me this was the best spot to… get some fresh air."

It then dawned on you that your mischievous little friend had set this up after the conversation the previous day. You could only laugh in amusement as that adorable frown appeared on Doyoung's face.

"Sorry, but Renjun and I usually meet at this spot." You clarified and he nodded, humming in understanding.

"I'm sure this isn't my place to ask but… are you and Renjun?..." Doyoung's voice trailed off, but you knew the direction to which his question was headed.

"Oh no! Not at all!" You laughed awkwardly, "We're just friends."

Once again Doyoung just hummed and nodded in reply. You couldn't read his expression, but when propped himself up onto the rock next to you, you could conclude that the atmosphere wasn't as awkward as you thought it was leading to be. You sat in a comfortable silence until Doyoung let out an exaggerated sigh, as if he had been holding his breath for several hours.

"I hate that book." He let out a tired laugh that made you grin.

"I was waiting for that," you chuckled, turning to sit cross legged and face him, "how ridiculous was the ending?"

"I don't understand the trope of dying together," Doyoung slumped his back against the tree behind him, tilting his head slightly to look at you, "you love each other, but can't be together so just run away. No need for such theatrics."

"Their love story was so captivating, but the writer really just gave up near the end." You laughed lightly.

"I understand he tried to replicate the Romeo and Juliet tragedy, but it was truly unnecessary," he grumbled with that gummy smile forming on his face, "Why does Renjun like that book so much?"

"He's a hopeless romantic, even when the idiotic main couple decide to die together." You shook your head.

"Do you not enjoy romance?" Doyoung sat forward, resting his chin on his bent knees and those blessed butterflies began raging in your tummy once again.

"I can read romance to a certain extent, when the story is interesting enough," you shifted slightly, your head shying away from him, "as soon as the characters become unbearable, I close the book."

"I like my fair share of romance too, maybe just as much as Renjun," Doyoung murmured, his eyes drifting towards the trees above, "but I guess it gave me a very unrealistic impression of what love is."

You almost lept in to ask him to elaborate, but you bit your tongue instead. It seemed to be a more personal topic and you didn't want to probe him anymore. You were just content with being able to have another conversation with him, his bright smile and his gentle voice that made you swoon.

…..

The last thing you expected when you arrived in the butchery was the smell of flour, dough and freshly baked biscuits in the oven. You walked into the side kitchen to see Doyoung furiously kneading a clump of dough, specks of flour dotting his nose and cheeks as his brows were knitted in concentration. Taeyong was seated at the counter, meticulously decorating the biscuits with green icing.

"Do vampires enjoy biscuits?" You giggled and the two simultaneously lifted their heads in your direction.

"We're practicing for Christmas." Taeyong beamed as he grabbed one of the fully decorated cookies and handed it to you.

"I-I thought it would be nice to give out free biscuits on Christmas," Doyoung piped in sheepishly, using a rolling pin to smooth out the dough, "better late than never to make some kind of impression."

"And leaving a butchery with warm biscuits will definitely give off a good impression." You snickered before taking a bite of the biscuit, letting out a sound of delight at the taste.

"What are your plans for the Christmas season, Y/n?" Taeyong queried, resuming his decorating while Doyoung placed the pieces of dough on the baking tray.

"Not much, the shop is usually busy around this time so I'll be working," You shrugged, scraping the icing on the biscuit with your finger, "and on Christmas it's just the four of us."

"The covens should celebrate Christmas together!" Taeyong gasped, clapping his hands together.

"I don't know whether my dear mother would be up for that," you grimaced, popping the last of the biscuit into your mouth, "I'm sure you can see how stubborn she is."

"Well if she says no, then I'll talk to her!" Taeyong grinned pleasantly.

"No one can resist Taeyong." Doyoung joked, that little huff of laughter escaping him as he concentrated on cleaning up the counter and you had calm down your racing heart.

You quickly shifted your gaze away from him, only to see Taeyong watching you, a knowing smile on his face. You gulped unconsciously before backing away from the counter, dusting nonexistent dirt from your shirt.

"I should get going." You announced, avoiding Doyoung's eyes that had landed on you at the sound of your words.

"Don't forget to ask your mother!" Taeyong hollered as you turned on your heels and briskly walked out of the shop.

When you arrived back at the Apothecary for your shift, Yeri was seated at the counter, lazily paging through the newspaper with a piece of licorice dangling in her mouth. You walked over to the counter, pulling on the other end of the sweet and taking it for yourself. Yeri lifted her head to give you a scowl, but it quickly diffused into a cheeky smile.

"You're spending a lot of time with those vampires," she pointed out, moving aside so you could replace her behind the counter, "do you fancy one of them?"

"Why do you assume I like every man my age that's in my vicinity?" You scoffed, "I've given up on you once you convinced yourself I liked Renjun."

"Okay, but this time it's different," Yeri whined, "you seem different."

"Different how?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Usually you're on the moody side, complaining about whatever Irene tells you to do," Yeri shrugged before propping her elbows on the counter, resting her chin on her hands as she smirked at you, "but these days… you seem so dreamy, so giddy, like your head is in the clouds."

"Maybe it's the change of seasons," you smirked back, diverting your attention to adding change to the cash register, "you know I love Winter."

"And I know you love one of those vampire boys." Yeri sang teasingly and you couldn't hide the heat that instantly rushed to your face.

You couldn't possibly like Doyoung that much. You barely knew anything about him. And yet, as soon as Yeri began teasing you, his face instantly popped into your mind. His bright, innocent eyes that had turned hazel over the past few weeks. His gummy smile, his pretty hands, his long, lean stature. His calming voice, the little bits of awkward laughter here and there. You wondered whether he knew how much he clouded your thoughts.

"There's that look again," Yeri teased, pinching your cheek and you swatted her hand away, "which one is it?"

"Doyoung…" You murmured, shaking your head when Yeri squealed in excitement, "it's nothing but infatuation though."

"So turn it into something more," Yeri proclaimed as if it were so easy, "take the initiative, get to know him, make the first move."

"I've never been in this situation before," you retracted in your seat, "I don't even know if he'll be interested in me back."

"You'll only know if you try," Yeri just sighed, "besides you're beautiful, he'd be a complete fool not to like you back."

You could only laugh at her comment before the bell at the door rang and a customer entered. Yeri was right. You had to take the initiative. There was no point squashing your interest in Doyoung. Who knew what could blossom between you two?

…..

"So you're an immortal being who can't eat food, yet you love cooking?" You snickered as Doyoung just smiled, shaking his head.

"I wasn't always immortal, you know? I was planning to open a bakery once I had enough money." Doyoung sighed and you noticed the flicker of sadness in his eyes.

You two were atop the rock at the usual spot in the forest. Your senses were filled with the fresh dew coating the grass and cold wind nipping at your skin. It had become a regular occurrence to wander into the forest to see Doyoung resting on the boulder, eyes closed and basking in the fresh outdoors that he rarely got to enjoy. You knew Renjun was purposely working more in the butchery and Yeri was purposely taking over more of your shifts at the shop. Without even communicating with each other, they made the greatest matchmakers because over the next few weeks you were able to get more comfortable with Doyoung.

He told you stories about before he was a vampire, how he was a diligent student, how he dreamed to be a famous baker, how his older brother always got on his nerves but he still missed him. He told you about his travels as a vampire with Kun and Johnny, how they took on so many different names, different personas as they moved from city to city over the years. There were obviously some things he preferred to keep to himself, but you were grateful he was so comfortable to talk that much about himself nevertheless.

"Apparently my father worked in a bakery," you replied, trying to avoid a somber mood, "my mother apparently met him when she went to buy herself a birthday cake."

"That's cute," Doyoung chuckled lightly, "my parents were arranged to marry, but they loved each other so dearly despite that."

"That's cute." You playfully mimicked him.

"They would do anything for each other and for me and my brother," Doyoung spoke dreamily, his eyes focused on the grey sky above, "that kind of love is incredible."

"My mother is the same, she'd do anything to protect me," you murmured, "so the books you read haven't truly given you an unrealistic idea of love?"

"I guess I shouldn't blame the books," Doyoung slid down until he was laying flat on his back, his legs dangling over the rock next to yours, "I should blame my less than desirable circumstances."

"Care to elaborate?" You asked hesitantly.

"Well, for starters, I'm a cold blooded monster, how could anyone possibly love me?" You could hear the bitterness in his tone, "and how could I love anyone knowing I'd just have to move on with my life once they're gone?"

"You're not a monster." You mumbled in a small voice, but Doyoung heard and he just scoffed.

"Really? I left my family to believe I died," Doyoung replied sourly, the usual gentleness in his voice long gone and it shocked you, "I quite literally suck the life out of people, I could do the same to you."

"But you wouldn't," you insisted defiantly, "whether you like it or not, when I see you, I see some quiet mouthed, passive boy who likes books and baking, that's all. Never a monster."

There was a long silence, the atmosphere only being filled by the sound of the wind rustling against the trees. You gingerly looked towards him, feeling your chest well up with so many emotions you couldn't comprehend. He was ethereal, even under the shadow of the trees above. You couldn't understand how someone so lovely could see himself as anything but that. Your body moved before your brain could stop you. You scooted closer to Doyoung until your face was hovering over his, little strands of your hair dusting over his face. His wide eyes stared back at you, indicating his surprise, but his body made no attempt to move away.

You dipped your head low until your lips were a mere finger space away from his. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted your lips together into a sweet peck that sent electric shocks throughout your being. His skin was icy cold, but you didn't mind. It felt like you two were the only people left on this earth, the sounds of the wind and birds chirping replaced with your heart hammering against your chest. Your noses knocked together when you pulled away, your hands propped up on either side of his head as you glanced down at him. His eyes were locked on you, filled with disbelief as his mouth hung slightly ajar. A sheepish smile spread onto your lips, your face heating up in embarrassment.

…..

When a vampire loves someone, they love them with every fiber of their being. That romantic bond can form so quickly and then there's no turning back. The person intrudes all their thoughts. They want to protect that person. They want their days to be filled with that person. Doyoung realized this when your lips landed on his. If he had a beating heart it would be punching against his chest with a force strong enough to fall right out. When you shyly pulled away and looked into his eyes, he couldn't formulate a single coherent sentence. Perhaps he should have said something, because the silence drove you to back away and rush out of the forest. You probably thought he didn't like it, which was so much further from the truth.

If anything, he wanted to kiss you again. He wanted to feel that warmth rush over his chilly body. You made him feel alive and he craved it. But you barely came to the forest anymore. On the cold, dull and rainy days, he always waited at the same spot but you never came. You were probably avoiding him and he couldn't blame you. He should've pulled you in for another kiss. He should've told you that he liked you. He should've told you that you looked pretty. Any of those millions of thoughts running through his head when you kissed him should've been enough for you to know he wanted more.

"What are you in such deep thought about?" Taeyong sat up on the kitchen counter, watching as Doyoung tiredly mixed a bowl of cupcake batter, his eyes distant.

"Nothing." Doyoung lied, shaking his head and forcing his attention back to the task in front of him.

"You can't lie to me," Taeyong tapped Doyoung's head, forcing the boy to frown at him, "did something happen with Y/n?"

"Y/n? Why would anything be happening with her?" Doyoung cleared his throat awkwardly, frantically grabbing a tray to pour his batter in.

"Don't act stupid all of a sudden," Taeyong sang as he grabbed the tray, halting Doyoung's actions, "you guys were getting all cute and close recently, but now she doesn't even come here."

Doyoung remained silent as he delicately took the tray from Taeyong's hands and proceeded to pour the batter. Taeyong groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes.

"I know you like her," Taeyong said bluntly, "I may be younger than you, but I know love when I see it, especially when a vampire has bonded to someone."

Doyoung was silent again, his attention focused on placing the tray in the oven. He moved the nozzles on the oven for a few seconds before turning to face Taeyong, a defeated sigh leaving his lips.

"She kissed me." Doyoung spoke in a soft voice, flinching when Taeyong let out a yelp of excitement.

"She kissed you!" He exclaimed, jumping off the counter and grabbing Doyoung by his arms, "so what's with the somber mood? You two should be gallivanting with love in the air!"

"I-I went into panic-stricken shock once she pulled away," Doyoung replied gingerly, "I'm sure she thinks I don't like her back."

"Then go show her that you do like her back!" Taeyong whined, shaking Doyoung in frustration, "she made the first move, now the ball is your court."

"You better go sort this out before Taeyong starts crying." Johnny hollered from the shop desk after hearing the commotion in the kitchen.

"Johnny's right, I'll cry if you two don't get together." Taeyong replied seriously, his big, bright eyes staring right at Doyoung.

"Alright, alright," Doyoung slipped out of Taeyong's hold and nodded several times, "I'll… do something about it."

"Now!" Taeyong exclaimed as he began ushering Doyoung out of the kitchen.

It was a rather sunny day, the only thing preventing Doyoung from burning into crisp was the black umbrella he held securely over his head. He knew he looked suspicious as the children playing in their yards eyed the pale, six foot tall man clad in all black despite it being one of the hottest days of the Winter season. Ignoring the innocent stares, Doyoung rushed across the street towards the witches' medicinal business. As you had mentioned before, it was quite busy. There were at least five villagers hovering inside the shop. Doyoung froze at the steps leading to the front door when he saw you through the shop window. You were sitting behind the counter, a polite smile on your face as you discussed something with a customer.

What exactly was he going to say to you? He didn’t know the answer to that. Talking to you was so easy, so comfortable, and yet now he didn't even know how to start up a conversation. He stood there completely rooted to his spot, his eyes focused on you until you felt his presence. You turned your head towards the window, your eyes widening unconsciously when you made eye contact with him. He was just standing there, expressionless with no visible intention to move at all. You quickly asked Yeri to cover for you and, upon seeing Doyoung outside, she was more than willing to oblige.

"What are you doing?" You whispered frantically as you jogged towards him, "you look like the damn grim reaper."

Doyoung stifled a laugh at your words, but then the nerves kicked in again. With you there in person, for the first time since the kiss, standing in front of him in the middle of the street, he couldn't fathom his emotions. The way the sunlight engulfed your skin, your eyes, your hair, you looked radiant and that jolt of life rushed through his body once again. His one hand tightened around the umbrella handle while his other came up to cup the side of your face. Making sure the umbrella hovered over you both, he hunched over to place a delicate kiss on your lips. When he pulled back, he immediately went in for another one. And then another, until he was peppering your nose and cheeks with loving, little butterfly kisses, making you giggle.

"I thought I probably ruined our blossoming friendship." You chuckled, gently nudging him away so you could see him smiling brightly under the shadow of his umbrella.

"I'm sorry about that," Doyoung replied through an embarrassed laugh, "I… panicked a bit, but honestly, I couldn't stop thinking about you after it happened. I guess what I'm trying to say is… I like you… a lot."

"I like you too." You responded faintly.

"Finally!" You heard Yeri yell in exasperation, turning around to see her and your mother standing at the shop entrance, a delighted smile on Yeri's face.

"Doyoung, I hope disrupting Y/n during her shifts won't be a regular occurrence." Your mother folded her arms across her chest, but you could see she wasn't upset. If anything, she looked quite amused.

"N-no ma'am." Doyoung replied nervously, clutching his umbrella.

"Well then, Y/n get back to work," your mother ordered as she nodded towards the shop, "Doyoung dear, get out of the sun."

Doyoung nodded a bit too enthusiastically and you just laughed at how nervous he was around your mother. He had every right to be since she wasn't exactly the biggest fan of vampires. However, she hadn't chucked his umbrella to the side after he kissed her daughter, so that was a good sign. You gave him one last smile before rushing back into the shop.

…..

"I thought your curfew was sunset." Renjun raised an eyebrow as he walked with you through the shop, towards the living room.

"What my mother doesn't know won't hurt her," you shrugged, taking a seat on the couch, "for such a vigilant woman, she sleeps like a log."

"Well, Doyoung went out… to eat with Kun and Johnny," you shook your head in amusement as Renjun tried to water down his words, "do you two have plans?"

"Actually, I just wanted to take him somewhere," you sunk into your seat, getting comfortable, "how have you been?"

"Random question, but yes I've been okay," Renjun chuckled, "you know I was skeptical about these guys. I thought being alone was just safer, but I've actually grown to love having a coven."

"Love!? You love us?" Johnny's voice echoed through the shop until the tall man appeared in the lounge, quickly grabbing Renjun into a tight hug.

"I didn't say that!" Renjun groaned, trying to fight out of his grip.

"We love you too, Renjun." Kun hummed as he petted the boy's head.

"Y/n?" You turned your head at the sound of Doyoung's voice, not being able to hold back the stupid smile that arose onto your face.

"Doyoung," You jumped up from your seat and stood at his side, lacing your fingers through his, "if you're up for it… I'd like to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"Somewhere," You shrugged, "it's just some place I want you to see."

"Yes, but where is it? Its past sunset, are you sure you mothe-"

"Oh my God, Doyoung! Just go!" Johnny whined, finally releasing Renjun from his embrace.

Doyoung looked embarrassed and you had to bite back your laughter. With that, you tugged on Doyoung's hand and led him out of the shop, into the street lit up only by the moon and the stars. You led him towards the forest, shutting him down every time he tried pestering you about where you were taking him. Nevertheless, he let you drag him to wherever you had in mind.

"You're not taking me in as some kind of virgin sacrifice, are you?"

"Doyoung, that's offensive."

"Sorry."

"Is that the kind of witch you think I am?" You teased, playfully glaring at him.

"N-no! But you can never be too safe."

"God, you sounded like my mother for a split second."

You finally arrived at the spot. Deep inside the forest, there was a large patch of grass that rested directly underneath a roof of tall trees. There were little flowers blooming in various corners and little moths and butterflies fluttered all around the area. You let go of his hand and walked to the middle of the patch, taking a seat on the lush, damp grass. Doyoung slowly followed you, mimicking your actions as he sat down next to you.

"This is it." You let out a content sigh, letting your arms extend behind you and bear the weight of your torso.

"This place is beautiful," Doyoung nodded, his twinkling eyes admiring the butterfly that flew past him, "but what do you like about it so much?"

"Well… there are two reasons," you giggled, "do you want the long one or short one?"

"Both of them," Doyoung grinned, bringing his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them, "start with the short one."

"Okay so those flowers over there, they're freesias, my favorite," you explained, pointing towards the patch of flowers, "I put a charm on them so that they always stay alive, even in the dead of Winter like this."

"Lovely," Doyoung grinned at the flowers, the lush purple colour standing out against the dullness of the rest of the forest, "what's the long reason?"

"Hmmm," you hummed, breathing out a soft sigh before letting your body fall against the grass, your eyes staring up at the moon creeping through the trees, "this is the furthest I can get away from home."

"Why are you trying to get away from home?" Doyoung asked in amusement, his chest fluttering when you turned your head to the side to look at him.

"Sometimes… you just need to get away," you spoke dreamily, "I love my mother, I love the coven… but they're very protective and sometimes I feel like I need an escape from their rules and traditions."

"Understandable," Doyoung nodded, the entertained smile never leaving his face, "but you've never struck me as someone who followed any rules or traditions."

"Oh I never said I followed any rules, otherwise I wouldn't be here with you right now," you laughed, "but my mother is a terror so I try to keep my rule breaking to a minimum."

"Would you ever just live here?" Doyoung pondered, letting his body lay down next to yours, his eyes glowing under the moonlight, "as a compromise, I mean. Still safe and near your mother, but also free, living on your own terms."

"Free… I like the sound of that," You smiled to yourself, "you can also live with me."

"Me?" Doyoung seemed taken aback by your words, his body jolting to sit up.

"Yeah," you giggled at his reaction, "you'll get to be outside more often because the trees hide the sun… then the two of us can just relax like this… under the moon."

"I wish I didn't have to hide from the sun," Doyoung said absentmindedly, returning to rest on his back, "that's what I miss the most."

"The sun?" You pondered and Doyoung nodded in confirmation.

"You looked so beautiful under the sunlight that other day," he breathed out, his eyes never meeting yours, "I hate how limited our time together is."

You had no response to him. It was true that you couldn't be together as much as you both would like, but his sharp words stung you with another meaning. Your time together was limited. You could spend this lifetime together, but as you grew older and older, you'd eventually have to leave him for good. And then he'll have to just move onto another life without you. The thought left a bitter feeling in your body.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to dampen the mood." Doyoung whined as he moved closer to you, turning on his side as his cold hand ghosted over the side of your face and made you look in his direction.

"It's okay." You mumbled in a low voice. When you looked at him, it was as if all those negative thoughts fizzled into thin air. An unfathomable intensity rushed over your entire body and everything seemed worth it, so long as you got to be around him. So long as you got to hear his soothing voice. So long as you got to feel his icy, porcelain skin on yours. The bitterness was all worth it.

"I'm sorry." Doyoung whispered again, with no real intention behind his words.

He rested his head next to yours, both of you just gazing into each other's eyes. His eyes closed and he pressed his lips to yours, letting himself get a bit carried away. What started as a sweet peck grew more intense as each minute passed. His lips molded into yours, like the batter baking in his cupcake tray. The feeling was electric, sending a buzz from your head to your toes. You couldn't hold back the content sigh that came out muffled against his lips.

You were in love. Madly. Deeply. Intensely. You couldn't comprehend the way he made you feel, but you'd never felt that way ever before. And, more importantly, you never wanted this feeling to ever end. Doyoung pulled away, but only a little so his lips grazed against yours when he spoke.

"We should get back."

…..

"I'm sure I've seen it before." You muttered as you frantically paged through yet another grimoire, the pages crisp, browning and filled with various spells.

"What are you looking for?" Seulgi's voice interrupts your search as you turn your head to see her enter the study.

"It's… it's nothing." The embarrassment rushed to your face so suddenly and you didn't know why.

"Come on, tell me," Seulgi cooed in a sweet voice as she came to sit next to you, "I won't tell your mother if that's why you're so hesitant."

"Well… I remember there was a spell to make this charmed ring that allowed… vampires to walk in the daylight," you explained in a soft voice, "but I'm not sure…"

"And you want to make one for Doyoung?" Seulgi queried and when you gave her a shy nod her squeal sounded like Yeri for a second, "that is just adorable!"

"I told you! I told you!" Yeri came bustling into the room.

"Were you eavesdropping?" You narrowed your eyes at Yeri.

"I just knew you were up here rummaging for that spell so you can give it to your vampire lover~!" Yeri sang as she danced around the room, making you roll your eyes, "but Seulgi didn't believe me so I made her come see for herself."

"Okay… but I can't even find the spell." You sunk in your seat.

"Oh don't give up like that," Yeri skipped over to the shelf and pulled out another thick book, opening up to a page that was sectioned off with a bookmark, "I was saving it for an occasion like this! Of course, I was hoping I'd be the one in love with a mysterious vampire, but I guess I'll wait for my turn."

She placed the book in front of you and your eyes skimmed over the bold words on the page. It was a complex spell that required so much more magic than you alone possessed. The worried look on your face spoke volumes as Seulgi placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"We'll help you." Her velvety words were enough to soothe your anxiety.

And they did. You placed the ring in the middle of the table and you three joined hands, closing your eyes. You all murmured the spell under your breaths, over and over again, conjuring up your magic as the ring slowly dragged around the table in small circular motions. Then there was silence as the ring stilled and you three opened your eyes, observing if the spell worked. You gingerly grabbed the ring from the table and you instantly knew the spell definitely did something. The ring was intensely charged with magical energy and you couldn't bite back the satisfied smile that arose on your lips.

…..

The month of December was finally here. The two covens had been living comfortably for a few months now. So comfortable that Taeyong actually convinced your mother to open her house up to them for Christmas. You knew it was mainly because of your relationship with Doyoung. She had grown to like his polite and panicky personality after running into him the few times he came to pick you up from the shop. That, and she couldn't refuse Taeyong. He was adorable.

You crept through the darkness like a thief in the night. Every house was calmly asleep, except Doyoung's coven of course. When you entered the living room, Kun informed you that Doyoung was in his room. You bustled up the stairs, quickly finding Doyoung's room as it was the only one with the door closed. You pressed the door open and immediately smiled when Doyoung looked up from the book he was reading, resting on his bed with his back against his headboard. His room was barely different to the rest of the house, just a tad bit neater. The same dark wooden floors and walls with a burgundy duvet covering his queen sized bed. There was a little oak desk across the room, decorated with piles and piles of books.

"Are you not afraid that one day your mother is just going to sense you're not at home after curfew?" Doyoung pondered in amusement, nevertheless extending his arms out for you to sink into them.

"All her mystical intuition falls out the window once her head hits the pillow." You giggled, snuggling closer to him as your head rested on his chest and your arm loosely dangled over his torso.

"Well that's good for me," Doyoung sighed softly, raking his fingers through your hair, "I get to spend more time with you."

That bitter feeling engulfed your body once again. Time. There was never enough time spent with him and it pained you. Once you gifted him the ring for Christmas, you wouldn't have to worry about the sun limiting your time with him. The only adversary was time itself. As seasons changed, as the days, months and years passed, you would only get older and Doyoung would eventually have to move on to a life without you...

"What's wrong?" Doyoung's gentle voice caught your attention and you looked up at him, a concerned look on his face.

"Huh? Nothing." You replied quickly.

"Tell me." Doyoung insisted, wrapping his arms around you a bit tighter as he rolled you both onto your sides so he could look you in your eyes.

"Can I ask you a question?" You avoided his gaze, your fingers fidgeting with the material of his shirt.

"Anything."

"Do you ever feel like you're going to regret all of this?" You asked hesitantly, your voice low and unsure, "our time is limited, as I grow older I'll eventually leave you… and then you'll just have to move on. Are you not going to regret wasting your time on me?"

"I would never have any regrets…" Doyoung answered assertively, as if he were so sure of himself, "no one has ever made me feel the way that you have, Y/n… you'd never be a waste of time… of course I don't know how I'd ever manage losing y-"

"Make me immortal too." You blurted out before you could stop yourself. You cringed at the desperation in your voice, but it was the only solution you could conjure up to the dilemma in your head.

"I… I can't do that." Doyoung murmured in reply, his body stiffening.

"Why not?" You sat up on the bed, looking down at him, "then we can really be together. I won't have to grow old and leave you behind."

"It's not that simple," Doyoung insisted, "you're not mortal, who knows what would happen if a vampire bit a witch?"

"And what if nothing happens?" You complained, "then we just squandered our chance at an eternity together because of fear."

Doyoung remained silent, his expression hardened in thought. It was true that he was fearful, but he had every right to be. No vampire had ever bitten a witch before. He didn't want to hurt you and he couldn't live with himself if he caused you any pain. He knew turning you would make everything easier, but it felt selfish. He didn't want you to give up your life to spend forever with him, despite how desirable it sounded.

"I love you." Doyoung whispered, his eyes staring into yours and you felt your heart do a somersault.

"What?" You breathed out.

"I love you," Doyoung said a bit louder, sitting up in the bed, "I really love you and no matter where life takes us, that will never change."

"I love you too." You whispered back, your body still when Doyoung shifted closer to you, his hand resting on your arm.

He gave you a delicate kiss, his free hand coming up to hold the nape of your neck. He dipped his head down and a small shiver ran down your spine when the cold tip of his nose touched the side of your neck. You gulped, preparing yourself to feel the unfamiliar graze of his sharp fangs against your skin. But instead, you were met with his plump lips placing a cheeky kiss right on your vein that was on full display. He pressed another kiss on your neck until he began kissing up your jaw, reaching his final destination at your lips once again.

You let out a content mewl against his mouth when his cold hands ran down the side of your arms, finding refuge on your hips. He slowly guided you to lay down on the bed, your head melting into the silky pillow while he continued kissing you swollen. His figure hovered over you, propping himself up on his knees at your side and letting his chest press against yours. His butterfly kisses once again found your cheek, your jaw, your neck, until he hesitantly hooked a finger on the neckline of your blouse, pulling down the material to place a shy kiss on your collarbone.

"Is this okay?" Doyoung asked softly, his eyes looking up at you with worry.

"Yes." You replied weakly.

With that confirmation, Doyoung's slender fingers slowly untied the strings, opening up the blouse to expose your lacy brassiere. You could only smile at the sheepish look that appeared on Doyoung's face. You knew if he were human, his face would be as red as his eyes once were. You cupped the side of his face and pulled him up for a kiss to put his nerves at ease. You began unbuttoning his shirt before he shrugged the clothing off his broad shoulders. When he pulled away from the kiss, you couldn't help but admire his lean torso, his small waist. Upon noticing your stare, that gummy smile arose on his face.

"Enjoying the view?" Doyoung raised his eyebrow cheekily.

"Yes, very much." You smirked, your fingers ghosting over his pale skin.

"Me too." He whispered, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your cheek.

With this newfound confidence, Doyoung hooked his fingers on the waistband of your ankle length skirt, tugging it down. You bridged up to let him remove the skirt completely until you were laid there beneath him, in nothing but your undergarments. Doyoung nestled himself between your legs, his pretty fingers dancing all over your skin as he admired your body, sending you tingles of excitement. He gently pulled down the straps of your bra, kissing over your exposed shoulders and chest. He tugged down the brassiere until your bare breasts were on full display.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured, mostly to himself, before latching his mouth onto one of your breasts.

He sucked on your nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. He alternated his actions before trailing wet kisses down your abdomen, stopping abruptly at your underwear. He sat up on his knees and began unfastening the button on his trousers, never breaking eye contact with you. You reached back to unclasp the hook of your bra, chucking it aside while Doyoung discarded his pants to the growing pile of clothes. He hunched over to kiss you desperately, his shaky hands pulling your panties down.

He shifted down the bed until his face was between your thighs, his hands holding onto your waist. He placed a chaste kiss on your core, an unfamiliar shock of pleasure rushing through your body. Your soft sighs of contentment probed him to continue, catching his lips around your sensitive bud. He attached his mouth to your mound like a man starved, having you squirming and panting underneath him. Your back arched off the bed, your hands frantically gripping onto his hair as your body became overwhelmed with pleasure.

An unconscious groan escaped your lips when Doyoung pulled away, leaning in only to place a quick kiss on your thigh that made you flinch. He hopped off the bed to discard his underwear before sitting up on his knees in front of you. You drank in his nude figure, like an ice cold glass of water on a scorching hot day. You shifted closer to him until you were on your belly, your hands rested on his thighs while you looked up at him innocently, despite having no innocent intentions. He ran his fingers through your hair, throwing his head back and letting out a breathy moan when you wrapped your hand around his member.

Wasting no time, you wrapped your lips around him and he twitched at the sudden jolt of pleasure. He couldn't hold back the pants of ecstasy that escaped his mouth, getting louder and more erratic as you bobbed your head up and down. His grip on your hair tightened, making you moan against him. Before the growing knot in his core could come undone, you pulled away, peppering little kisses up his pelvis, his torso until your lips found his again. The kiss was desperate but loving as he wrapped his arms around you and guided you to lay down against the mattress, his body resting on top of yours.

You felt him clumsily line up to your entrance, one hand your hip and the other gripping the pillow next to your head. You loosely draped your arms around his neck, both of you breathing out deep moans of pleasure once he entered you. He stilled for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the new sensation. Then he began moving his hips against yours. Your breathing was frantic, unsteady as your fingers pulled on his hair. He latched his lips onto your neck, his groans and grunts muffled against your skin. He brought his fingers down to rub your clit, stimulating you to the point where your climax reached you faster and harder than you ever imagined.

His movements became faster and sloppier as you came undone, chasing his own high as well. Doyoung abruptly halted and you felt him twitch inside you. He sighed deeply when he rode out his climax, letting his body lazily rest on top of you, his bare chest against yours. There was silence in the room, save for the sounds of your labored breathing. He rolled over onto his back, his hand quickly finding yours to interlace your fingers with his.

"I meant what I said," Doyoung whispered, tilting his head to the side to look at you, "no matter what happens, I love you."

"And I love you." You replied, looking up into his eyes.

And you both truly meant it. No matter what happened with your less than desirable circumstances, the one thing you were both sure of was that you truly loved each other.

…..

"That tree is 90% tinsel and 10% tree." Seulgi complained as she confiscated the box of red and green tinsel from Yeri's hands.

"Well maybe if we started decorating a month before Christmas like everyone else I wouldn't have to do such a quick, lousy job." Yeri whined as she tried to save the slap dash Christmas tree with a pretty star ornament on the top.

"I don't think the vampires are going to be critiquing our decorations." You laughed as you happily set down Doyoung's little gift box under the tree.

It was Christmas eve and Doyoung and his coven were due to arrive at your house any minute now. After already eating your usual Christmas dinner, you were all in the living room arranging the presents and doing some last minute decorating. Finally, the bell at the front door chimed, indicating that your guests had arrived. And if that wasn't indication enough, Taeyong's voice definitely was.

"The bloodsuckers are here!" He bellowed as he arrived into the lounge, your mother unable to hide the laughter that escaped her.

"Wow Irene, that's the first time I've seen you laugh." Johnny joked as the others all took a seat on the couches.

"She laughs plenty when the humor is at the expense of others." Yeri rolled her eyes, making Johnny chuckle lightly.

"Hello love." Doyoung spoke in a low voice as he came to sit down next to you, shyly taking hold of your hand.

"Let's open some presents!" Seulgi clapped her hands together, jumping up to grab a box for Taeyong, "this one's from me."

Taeyong grinned adorably before taking the box from her hands. He quickly undid the wrapping paper and his eyes lit up when he saw a black, mesh cloak, similar to one that Seulgi owned that he'd mentioned he liked.

"Thank you!" He squealed, rushing to his feet to grab Seulgi into a tight hug.

The gift giving continued, everyone exchanging some random, some personal, some last minute presents with one another. Renjun got you a new book to read - it had been a recurring theme for years of friendship now - and your coven put money together to get you a beautiful, long black dress that you'd been eyeing for a while. Your mother even bought a gift for Doyoung; a rather fancy black sun hat that she thought was just too hilarious. You excitedly grabbed the little box from under the tree and handed it to Doyoung with a grin on your face.

"Thank you." Doyoung murmured with that smile showing off his gums as he opened the box. His eyes widened at the sight of the gorgeous ring inside; silver with a red gemstone wedged in the middle.

"Put it on." You urged him.

"Y/n… I love you," Doyoung spoke unsurely, "but this… um… is this too fast-"

"No silly! I'm not asking you to marry me," you giggled, pulling the ring out of the box and placing it on his index finger, "it's a charmed ring… it'll allow you to walk in the sun."

"W-what?" Doyoung looked at you in disbelief, his comical reaction making you laugh.

"When you wear this ring, we can be outside together no matter the time, no matter the weather." You explained.

Doyoung grabbed you into his arms, embracing you tightly as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his shoulder.

"Thank you so much," he breathed out softly, "I love you so much."

"I love you too… so much." You whispered back, the only thing snapping you both out of your little bubble was Yeri squealing about how cute you were.

Doyoung informed you that his gift for you was something that he couldn't exactly wrap up and give to you, so he would have to show it to you later. That was when you suggested going into the forest and watching the sunrise. It would be Doyoung's first sunrise in ten years and you wanted to spend that meaningful moment with him.

So in the dead hours of Christmas day, the sky pitch black and the entire village silent after a full night of festivities, you left your house and found Doyoung across the street, waiting outside the butchery. The smile on his face spoke volumes on how excited he was.

He immediately intertwined his fingers with yours and began walking towards the forest in comfortable silence. You arrived at the entrance of the forest, sitting up on the usual rock next to Doyoung. You looked up at the dark sky painted with little specks of stars. Then you looked towards Doyoung and those same stars filled his eyes as he looked up in anticipation. He felt your stare on him and looked at you, his brows knitted into a cute frown.

"What is it?"

"Remember when you called yourself a cold blooded monster who couldn't be loved?" You murmured, taking his hand in yours, "I hope you now realise how wrong you were."

"You gave me a new life, Y/n," Doyoung gave your hand a gentle squeeze, "you love me and I'm always grateful for that."

Just as those words left his mouth, the sky became lighter and the sun began creeping through the clouds. Doyoung instinctively flinched at the sight, but you reassuringly rubbed his hand with your thumb and he calmed down. An orange hue cascaded over Doyoung, his eyes glowing as he looked up towards the sky, an excited, child-like smile appearing on his face. He looked beautiful, the sun kissing his porcelain skin and the amazed laughter rumbling out of him. He turned his head to look at you and all you could see in his eyes was pure love. That was the only way you could describe it.

"Thank you, Y/n, I can't say that enough," Doyoung breathed out, cupping your face in his hands, "thank you."

He pressed his lips to yours in a loving kiss, filled with so many emotions that he couldn't express verbally. But you understood everything, because reciprocated those exact same feelings. Once he pulled away, he planted a swift peck on your cheek before grinning down at you excitedly.

"Now I need to show you your gift."

You hopped off the rock and let him drag you further into the forest. You knew the route he was taking you, it was obviously your special spot you had shown him, but the gift he prepared still remained a mystery. That was until you caught sight of a tiny log cabin now standing tall just behind the little patch of grass where your freesias were still blossoming. Doyoung stopped at the cabin before turning around to smile at you.

"This is your gift!" He beamed, dramatically gesturing towards the infrastructure behind him, "a little home for when you want to get away from home!"

"Doyoung…" You murmured in awe, slowly walking towards the cabin.

"I know it's not much to match up to a magical ring, but I was thinking you'd probably like to have some accommodation once you're ready to… once your mother is ready to give you some independence."

"Not much? You built me a house, Doyoung." You giggled, running your hand over the smooth wooden wall.

"The inside isn't done yet," Doyoung explained, slowly opening the door to the cabin, "you can tell me how you want it decorated and I'll do it."

"Just get me a fluffy carpet, a nice bed and lots and lots of books, I should be fine," you giggled as Doyoung listened intently, as though he were taking mental notes, "I love it, Doyoung."

"I'm glad." Doyoung hummed, closing the door again before wrapping you into his arms.

"I want you to come stay here with me." You spoke softly, your words muffled against his chest.

"Really?" Doyoung pulled back slightly, his comically wide eyes staring down at you.

"Really. It can be our little getaway." You leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

When you looked at him, you felt your eyes getting heavy with tears, but you quickly swallowed them back with hope that he didn't notice. He meant everything to you and you meant everything to him. No matter how long your life ahead with him seemed, it wasn't enough. You didn't want to leave him. You didn't want to eventually lose him. As selfish as it seemed, you wanted a forever with him.

"Is it still bothering you?" Doyoung's soft voice garnered your attention.

"What?"

"You know what I mean.. Is it still bothering you?"

Yes. You knew the answer but the word wouldn't leave you. He sighed under his breath, pursing his lips together in thought as his hands held onto your arms. He came in for a kiss, his movements slow, sensual and loving. Your eyes were closed as your lips and tongue danced with his, fitted together like two pieces of a puzzle. Doyoung broke the kiss momentarily, his forehead rested against yours as your breath fanned over his face. He sighed again.

"I'll do it. If you tell me that you're sure you want this, I'll do it," Doyoung looked into your eyes as he spoke, "I don't want to hurt you…"

"I want this. I'm completely sure I want this," you nodded, "I… I love you, Doyoung."

"I love you, Y/n." Doyoung whispered before pressing one last kiss to your lips.

The atmosphere was ominous, eerie and quiet as you stood there in anticipation. Doyoung bowed his head to reach your neck, his hands tightly gripping onto your arms like his life depended on it. You held onto his shoulders, your heart hammering against your chest as you gulped anxiously. Doyoung pecked the side of your neck, as though apologising for what was to come next. The cold wind nipped at your exposed skin, and then you felt the sharp tips of Doyoung's fangs. They pierced into your skin in one swift motion and you screamed out in agony.

Your legs became weak as your body unconsciously squirmed and tried to fight him off, tears pouring from your eyes at the excruciating pain. Doyoung squeezed his eyes shut and held you close, not bearing to see you in such pain caused by him. He let his venom flow into your veins, pulsating throughout your body. Once he was sure it was enough, he removed his mouth from your skin. He cradled you close to him, muttering several words of apology. Your screams eventually came to a halt and your body calmed down.

Doyoung kept you close, petting your hair in an attempt to soothe your agony. Any moment now you would open your eyes and you would have a new life. You would be reborn as an immortal like him. You two would spend an eternity together in your little cabin, your matching charmed rings allowing you both to enjoy the sunlight. Everything would be perfect.

But that moment never came. Doyoung waited several minutes but you showed no sign of waking up. He loosened his grip on you, but your body went limp, practically falling back onto his arms. He began to panic, shaking your weak body, gently placing you on the ground to inspect your unconscious state. Your eyes were still shut, the rise and fall of your chest absent.

"Y/n? Y/n?" Doyoung's voice was shaky and frantic as he shook you by the shoulders, "Y/n! Y/n!"

He screamed your name over and over again, but nothing seemed to work. You remained lifeless, your body still and growing colder by the second. Doyoung hastily scooped you up into his arms and began racing into the village, not caring about what the other villagers thought of the sight. The only thing on his mind was you. He couldn't live with himself knowing he hurt you like this. Knowing that he…

"Help me!" Doyoung burst into the Apothecary.

Seulgi, who was seated on the counter, immediately jumped to her feet and rushed over to him.

"What the hell happened!?" She yelled in fear, frantically checking over your unconscious body.

"I.. I…" Doyoung stumbled over his words, his chest tight with a feeling he had never felt before. If he could cry, he would've been bawling his eyes out.

"What did you do!?" Irene screamed as she ran down from the living room, "What did you do to my daughter!?"

Irene and Seulgi harshly grabbed you from his arms, resting your body on the floor. Doyoung stumbled a step backwards before his body was rooted to his spot. His body was frozen as he watched Irene cradle your floppy body in her arms, tears pouring out of her eyes as Seulgi frantically called out your name over and over again. The reality finally settled in of what he had done. He had killed you. The one person he loved with every fiber in his being; he killed you. He was exactly the monster that he thought he was.

His own words stumbled into his head. I don't understand the trope of dying together, no need for such theatrics. Right then and there, he wanted to die. He just wished your coven would rip him limb from limb. It would hurt less than seeing your corpse in front of him and knowing he was the sole thing that caused it.

"Doyoung, what happened?" Johnny's stern voice snapped him back to reality.

Doyoung's eyes darted around the room, his body tense under the watchful stares of everyone else in the room. The witches were still mourning and uselessly trying to shake you awake. The vampires stood in silence, watching the chaos and impatiently waiting for Doyoung to give everyone an answer.

"J-Johnny I… I tried…" Doyoung's hands balled into fists, "I tried to turn her…"

"You bit my daughter!" Irene yelled angrily before she held her head in frustration, "Oh God no… the potion…"

"Doyoung wouldn't have bitten long enough to kill her," Kun pointed out, "this doesn't make sense."

"Irene… what's going on?" Yeri asked shakily through her sobs.

"The potion… that... elixir to protect us," Irene heaved back her tears as she rested her head against yours and closed her eyes, "it's meant to make our blood poisonous to creatures like vampires… the vampire should burn immediately after biting us..."

"Well that's not what happened here." Johnny replied, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"When the vampire and witch are romantically bonded… the witch is punished by death," Irene spoke through her sobs, clutching you close to her, "and the vampire is cursed by being bound to the place he killed the witch…"

"If you knew the potion had this condition, why didn't you tell us!?" Yeri shouted.

"I didn't know!" Irene screamed, getting up from the ground to glare at Doyoung, "I didn't know this monster would try to make her just like him!"

"Okay Irene, let's calm down," Kun tried to reason with her, holding his hands up in surrender, "this wasn't only Doyoung's fault… we all didn't know this-"

"Calm down? Calm down!?" Irene yelled, her eyes darkening with rage, "I should've known better than to trust you… you animals!"

In her fit of rage, Irene flicked her palm at Doyoung and he immediately screamed out in agony. His body felt like it was burning from the inside and the pain was excruciating. He dropped to his knees, clutching and pulling at his own hair as she yelled in anguish. Kun and Johnny rushed to his side, trying to lift him up to his feet while Seulgi and Yeri attempted to shake Irene back to her senses.

"Irene! Stop it!" Seulgi shouted, tugging at Irene's arm.

"As long as you and your coven are bound to this village, you will never step foot near us ever again," Irene commanded, using her magic to intensify the pain coursing through Doyoung's entire being, "I don't ever want to see your face, Kim Doyoung. I wanted to kill you right here, but that'd be too easy for you.

"You will never run away from what you did," Irene spat before releasing her magic and Doyoung weakly fell to the floor, "you will stay on your side of the village and always remember you killed Y/n…"

Doyoung slowly got to his feet, his head hung low and his hands shaking at his sides. He lifted his eyes and looked through the strands of hair falling over his forehead. He made eye contact with Renjun for the first time and the glare on his face said everything. The boy stormed past him, harshly knocking into his shoulder before exiting the shop.

"Get out…" Irene said bitterly.

And the vampires had no choice but to oblige. They couldn't be arguing with a mother who had just lost her young daughter and the killer was right in front of her. Johnny grabbed hold of Doyoung's frozen figure and escorted him out of the shop, Kun and Taeyong quietly following behind them.

…..

The very next day after your death, Irene issued a treaty between the covens. The village would be split into two respective territories. No vampire would be allowed on the witches' side of the village and vice versa. If the vampire coven were now bound to this village forever, they had no choice but to compromise.

Doyoung had not left his room ever since the incident. He watched from his window as the witches mourned you at your funeral, crying hysterically. They buried you just a little bit behind the shop, alongside the others from their coven that had passed on. When he stood by his window and angled his head west, he got a clear view of your grave, a tiny tombstone and a bouquet of purple freesias. His whole being ached with sorrow, but he could never look away. Sometimes his eyes played tricks on him and he felt like you were standing there, looking right back at him.

A month of Doyoung dissociating in his room had passed before he decided to do something to put his mind at peace. He needed some fresh air and, more importantly, he needed to stop wallowing in his own self pity. He collected the excessive piles of books in his room and stuffed them into a bag. He then exited the room and rushed through the house, avoiding the quick looks of concern from the others as he passed them. He stopped when he saw Renjun in the shop behind the counter. Renjun looked up for a moment, but spared him nothing but a deadpan glare before dropping his head again.

Doyoung quickly left the shop, stepping out into the sunny village. He ignored all the happy families and villagers bustling around the village, completely moved on from the tragedy that had happened a month before. That poor girl from the Apothecary got sick and died. Doyoung wished he could forget, but Irene's words resonated with him. He'd never be able to escape what he did. No matter how he didn't know about the elixir, he still regretted even trying to make you a monster like him.

He walked through the forest, the atmosphere more eerily quiet than ever before. His times in the forest were always filled with your laughter, your reassuring words or just any useless conversation with you. He felt that dull ache in his chest again. He'd lost count on how many times that emotional pain took over his body and he couldn't push it away. He arrived at the tiny cabin, which was thankfully situated far out from where the treaty was agreed upon, and heaved deep sigh, as if pushing out all the weight that had been sitting on him for the past weeks.

He walked over to the patch of freesias. They were dying now, but their purple colour was still beautiful. He picked one before stepping into the cabin. The four wooden walls looked even more depressing now. It felt much emptier than it did that Christmas morning when he first showed it to you. He pulled the books out of the bag and began setting them down in neat piles. As a finishing touch he placed the flower on one of the piles.

A nice bed. A fluffy carpet. Lots and lots of books. Even if you weren't there to enjoy it, he would make sure to fulfil what you wanted. It was the least he could do. Doyoung took a seat on the ground next to the books, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. He would gladly spend his whole life repenting for what he did to you.

Saudade (n.) ; a deep emotional state of longing for something or someone beloved long lost.

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I don't think I care - Part 1

Elliot x reader - Fez x reader (Siblings)

Word count 1.3k

Warnings- just typical euphoria things

Thank you to the people who have given me the confidence to post this, its the first thing I've written in years so we'll see how this goes. I'm also completely open to any constructive criticism, from my writing, or to the way its posted. Ive never used Tumblr before so still getting used to the format.

Even though you and fez were siblings in many ways you couldn’t be any more different, but you were also similar in many ways. Both of you were raised by your grandma, being her ‘business partners’ when she dealt, or waiting in the car while she dealt with people even she thought was to much for you two. Once Ashtray was brought home one day you both took a liking to him, wanting the best for him. Ashtray would never truly admit it, but he loved you both just as much as you loved him. He always had a hard time expressing his emotions, but could you blame him, he was abandoned by his mother as a baby. Once everything happened with your grandma fez automatically stepped up to take care of you two and the business. Even though you were only about a year and a half younger than him he always felt the need to protect you, and ash obviously but he also knew ash could handle himself, and honestly, he would prefer to, ash didn’t like to be taken care of. As soon as Fez took over, he started to push you out of the business, not as much the store, but the illegal side of it. Fez knew what could happen to you and he could never live with himself if he let anything happen to you. Ashtray was always protective of you too, taking after Fez and wanting to be just like him, but you and Fez just always had a special bond, always telling each other about your days, crying on his shoulder when you were stressed, and even though he wouldn’t like to admit it he had cried on your shoulder a couple times too. Though even though you two always had a special connection you were different in a couple ways, but the main one being you always saw the best side of people, trying to figure out why they acted the way they did, even when someone would do something to try to hurt you, you would rationalize why. Fez and Ash on the other hand hardly ever trusted anyone, automatically assuming the worst scenario that could happen. More often than not with the people you all dealt with Fez and Ash were right, but occasionally you were, and when you were you wouldn’t let them live it down. That’s one thing all three of you had in common, your stubbornness and sometimes that caused problems, but usually they would give into you if it wasn’t dangerous. Your grandma raised you both to be independent and not rely on anyone who wasn’t each other, you were both determined for Ash to be the same way, and you were successful. Fez had dated a couple girls here and there, but nothing serious, never lasting more than a month or two. You on the other hand only had one boyfriend before, Nate Jacobs, who fez hated, but honestly that’s part of the reason you dated him, you and Fez were fighting about something stupid, but both of you being stubborn weren’t giving in, so the best revenge was to date someone fez hated, it only lasted about 3 months though. Other than that, one relationship guys tended to stay away from you, not because they didn’t want to date you, they just knew your family’s reputation, if anyone hurt you then Fez and Ash wouldn’t be happy, and they used your breakup with Nate to make an example of that. Plus, they just didn’t like him to begin with, now they just had a reason to act on it. But that all changed the night of the new year’s party.

Fez and Ash were always showing up at parties to try and sell, forcing you to come along so you weren’t left at home alone all night. You usually stayed close to Fez, him always keeping his eyes on you unless you were with your friends and even then, he would check on you frequently, even if you didn’t know it, he would sometimes have Rue come check on you, since she was basically your family too, so you still felt like you weren’t being babysat all night. Ash would always be walking around talking to people, doing most of the socializing, leading people to fez if they were interested in anything. During the party you happened to sneak a cup of alcohol, not that it was something you did often, but it did help you loosen up just a little bit.

Fez was sitting on the couch as he watched you walk down a hallway until he couldn’t see you anymore, he let out a soft sigh before looking back into the crowd of people.

As you walked aimlessly down the hallway, just looking for a few minutes alone you happened to open a door that led you to a laundry room, looking inside and seeing a guy that you had never seen around doing what you suspected to be some sort of crushed pill. “Oh sorry” you said quietly before you started to close the door. “you’re good, you can come in if you want, I was just uh fixing the washing machine?” he said, but it came out as more of a question, you let out a little laugh “oh yeah? At 10pm on new years eve? Must have been an emergency” you challenged, taking a step into the room, which wasn’t something you would have done normally, but the small amount of alcohol in your system making you a little more confident than normal, not that you were shy in general, but it was still unlike you. “Yeah, it was, I was just uh, checking out the handle, you know, can’t do laundry if you can’t turn it on” he said while looking at the washing machine, then back at you. “sure, I believe you” you said sarcastically “It totally didn’t look like you were doing something else, but don’t worry, I don’t snitch” you told him, you both introduced yourself as you closed the door, now knowing his name was Elliot, you watched as he pulled a joint out of his pocket, putting it to his mouth and pulling out a lighter, lighting it before inhaling, taking it out of his mouth then offering it to you as he raised his eyebrow “you smoke?” he asked you nodded before taking it from his hand and putting it in your mouth and inhaling as well, the one thing you were allowed to do was smoke weed, Fez had forbidden you from even trying anything else after seeing how it can impact peoples lives. Plus, there was that one time that Rue convinced you to try one of her pills and that didn’t go very well. “Yeah, I do” you said, taking another hit before handing it back to him, leaning on the wall as he took it back and putting it back in his mouth. The next hour pasted but it only felt like 15 minutes to both of you. You sat on the floor of the laundry room, leaning against the wall while Elliot sat across from you leaning on the washing machine. You learned that he was new to town, moving only 2 weeks ago, that he lived with his aunt, that he played guitar and sung sometimes, also learning about why he moved, something about getting kicked out of school. While he learned that you lived with your 2 brothers and took care of your grandma, that you both went to the same school, what your favorite food was, you talked about a lot no matter how big or small. Occasionally you sat in silence for a few minutes, but conversation just came so easy for you two. “I don’t think it’s a good thing that we met.” Elliot told you, looking into your eyes. You looked confused for a second “whys that?” you asked him, he sighed “You’re so innocent, I’m not a good influence” he told you, as you smiled softly “And I’m not so sure I care” you told him.

#elliot x y/n #elliot euphoria #elliot x fem!reader #elliot x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fez x y/n

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mrs-cameron · 3 years

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in my business (part 1)

Masterlist | “Guilty of eavesdropping”

pairings: slowburn rafe cameron x reader, bit of jj x reader

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warnings: swearing, implication of drugs, Rafe is a bummer

summary: Much to his surprise, Rafe Cameron finds himself a little too interested in Y/n’s personal life after one overheard conversation.

Tanneyhill wasn’t your home - at least that’s what your parents always reminded you of - but you couldn’t resist spending most of the summer there with your best friend Sarah. Wheezie would sometimes join to watch a comedy with you or hear all the gossip around your lives, as younger siblings do.

And you had stories to tell.

Especially now that Sarah has been hanging out with John B for a while, planning to break up with Topper but never actually daring to, the drama was building up bit by bit. You weren’t saint either, hiding her fling from Topper. She hated when you referred to her favorite pogue as her sneaky link, assuring you nothing happened between them (yet?).

You couldn’t help but feel bad about keeping it a secret from Topper, you did consider him a good friend of yours. Though some of his decisions and actions were questionable, you knew that they might’ve been influenced by none other than Rafe Cameron.

Rafe was one of your closest friends too, you grew up around each other. You would hang out a lot when you were little, but then you drifted apart, Rafe preferring his «boys squad» and you making your girlfriends a priority as well.

As you grew up though, you noticed that back-and-forths was your only way of communicating with him. Despite calling him out on his shit all the time, you were never his target. Maybe somewhere deep inside he knew you were right, but he wasn’t the one to admit being wrong. Or it’s just that Rafe Cameron was stone deaf to any criticism of his behaviour or way of words.

Your relationship with Rafe worsened when he went to college. People could find it weird, if it weren’t for him messing up relationships with pretty much everyone over the past year. You could blame it on dropping out of college. The reason why you were sympathetic to him and let go of your mismatch is that he simply had too much on his plate.

But that’s what kook life is, right? Accepting people around you, good or bad. Just as long as their bank account matches yours, anyway.

This summer, when you weren’t sneaking out to the Cut to hang out with the pogues with your best friend, you would hang out with him and the kooks. Having each other around for most of your conscious life, you and Rafe were chill about one another. Besides a couple of moments here and there.

It was another day at your best friend's house. Sarah invited you to hang out (read: do nothing), as usual, and you agreed. At the moment, she was calling to order drinks and food for the party. Her throwing it was a secret from Ward, who was still at the house, about to leave for a business trip. Therefore, she was calling the delivery services from her room, leaving you alone in the backyard.

“Didn’t expect to see you there. Hope you tip well,” you heard the familiar voice.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought. JJ Maybank was right in front of you, working around the yard, his hands on a lawnmower and his eyes on you. Of course, he was the one to never lose a chance to make good money, and Ward had a soft spot for the Cut kids specially.

Sarah wasn’t the only one getting to know the pogues this summer. You, in fact, had a little crush too. And a fling. And a one-night stand. And the biggest regret after it. All in the course of 48 hours.

You wouldn’t even look at him, raising your glasses off your nose a bit, looking down on your body. “I’ll think about it if you stop blocking the sun,” you said, putting your sunglasses back on and closing your eyes.

“What’s the point? You poured like half a bottle of sunscreen on you, the sun has more chances of getting Y/n’s exposure,” he said, sitting down to fix the lawnmower.

You didn’t answer, hoping the conversation would end there and you would both go on your merry way. And you promised yourself to keep it cool: you were somewhat interested in JJ, he moved on right after you slept together, as expected from a hookup. It was you who got it wrong, hurting your own feelings.

"Mama’s mad. Don’t bite my head off,” he shouldn’t have said that. At that point, there was no going back.

Rafe woke up at a usual time. His head was still spinning from the amount of alcohol he took over the past two days. Summer in the OBX was wild for both tribes. He went downstairs to get some food when he heard your voice and a voice he couldn’t recognize. The boy carefully opened a window in the kitchen without making a noise to understand what’s going on, still sleepy.

“How’s this girl, from yesterday’s party? I don’t remember her name, um...” you snapped your fingers.

“Oh, so that’s what it’s about? I slept with another girl and you’re mad?” JJ asked.

From that moment, Rafe was all ears.

“JJ, I am not your fan by any means, okay? You can sleep with whoever you want to,” you weren’t exactly lying, your crush was a little overblown by the alcohol and the adrenaline of being on the other side of the island. “That being said, it’s the timeline I have issues with. I sleep with you and hours later, I find out you sleep with someone else. Did you get a break? A good sleep?” you were sarcastic but it did the job of explaining your problem.

“It’s an ego thing then, or something?” he asked, leaving you confused. JJ Maybank met a million and one girl but still couldn’t figure them out?

“Next time you want to sleep with two girls in one night, warn me because I never signed up to be in a competition,” you said, sipping your iced coffee, which was now basically 90 percent warm water. You squinted at it, putting it back on the table.

“Sharing is caring, Y/n, girls supporting girls and all that,” he laughed and shook his head. “Quick question, would you be less mad if I slept with a guy?” JJ suggested and you zoned out for a moment, rethinking your attitude.

“Well no, that’s totally not the point,” you laughed, making JJ more comfortable.

“Now we’re smiling. Let other women, men and me be, you gatekeeper!” You both chuckled.

“We’re good, JJ, it’s just...” you paused to form a thought, “it’s just that it was a crazy night for me, you know. You don’t owe me anything, I don’t want you to think I’m crazy.” Forming a thought? Failed.

“Oh, I do think that. A good kind of crazy, though,” he replied.

JJ was smart enough to not bring up Sarah and John B into the conversation. You had an agreement to not talk about the Sarah and John B thing anywhere, the Chateau being the exception. You exchanged a couple of words with JJ, he then left you to finish working.

Rafe stood there completely shook. He never saw it coming from you of all people. You’ve never been around pogues, if anything, it was someone like Kie who had their foot in both worlds.

Y/n hanging on the Cut. Y/n and JJ Maybank. This is not a dream. Good morning, Rafe Cameron.

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The party started at about 10 pm, taking place only outside the Camerons' residence because Sarah said there was no way in hell she’d let the crowd inside her house to break the furniture and spill alcohol everywhere.

You hung out with Kelce, sitting by the drinks. You weren’t interested in speaking to anyone joining you and your already tipsy friend. You were a little drunk yourself, bored too. Sarah snuck out last minute, despite it being her idea to throw the party in the first place. That John B kid was blatantly stealing your BFF all the time.

You were getting tired of the repetitive conversations. Truthfully, you’d prefer kegger over the company of all your fellow Kook Academy attendees, Kelce being the only exception. Finally, you excused yourself and left the company. Getting out was your only wish at the moment. Was entering the house forbidden? Sure. Well, not for you.

The house was almost completely dark when you entered. You went straight into the kitchen to drink some water and recharge a little bit, all the socialization was draining your energy levels quickly.

You thought you heard some noise in the living room, but you convinced yourself it was coming from the outside. Then you heard a loud snort. Shit, here we go again, you thought. You coughed to let him know you were in the house.

The cough definitely stopped whatever he was doing in the next room. You walked toward the doorframe, leaning back on it, looking at Rafe Cameron trying to clean up the table.

“What’s up, Y/n? You don’t enjoy the party?” He leaned back on the couch, swiping his hand on his nose.

You looked blankly at the scene. It was quite dark to see anything, but you had a good idea of what was going on anyhow.

“Not sharing today?” It was a surprise he wasn’t running around trying to sell some to everyone at the party.

“Thought I’d give myself a rest today,” he knew you’d clown him for everything he would do, so he might as well play into it. “It’s a lifestyle, you wouldn’t get it.”

“Maybe you should get another hobby,” you were getting under his skin with all the judgment in your tone. You weren’t the one to shame anyone, but you had been concerned for Rafe lately.

“What would your recommendation be? Fucking around on the Cut? Shit, I’ll stick to mine.”

Touché. Rafe was mad. He got up and went to the kitchen, leaving you speechless by the comment. Only Sarah and the Pogues knew about your night with JJ, so him knowing this information threw you off for a second. You followed him to the kitchen.

“What do you mean, Rafe?” Maybe he didn’t mean it in a literal way?

“I thought your standards for dudes were higher, but Maybank is your all-time low,” he drank from the water bottle you opened before, putting it back in the fridge.

You weren’t hurt by his words. The resentment between the kook and the pogue boys started when they barely knew how to walk. What surprised you was how fast the gossip spread around.

“Down bad. How do you even know about this?” You asked, trying and failing to seem unbothered.

“Yelling about it loudly in my backyard isn't the brightest idea, and you know, you’re welcome all the time, but maybe wipe that dirt that you call a pogue on the mat before you come in.”

“Who of the less fortunate hurt you so much that you throw a tantrum every time you see one?” You sat on his kitchen counter, purple light from the party now shining on you through the window.

“No one, I prefer to do the hurting first. What did you forget on the Cut anyway? It’s weird to see someone like you macking on these weirdos,” he came closer to you.

You laughed, ignoring his question for obvious reasons. “Can I have an approved list of the contestants? I’m lost.” You took your phone from your pocket, opening the note app. “Contestant number one: Rafe Cameron. Instantly crossing him off,” you smiled.

“Damn, Y/n, what did I do?” he played along, taking the phone from you, uncrossing his name. He always played along.

“Guilty of eavesdropping, Sarah wouldn’t be a fan. Thank you, next,” you laughed.

“Cross Topper and Kelce off too, I’m not letting you hurt them, you’re a crazy lady,” he smiled and handed your phone back, your knee accidentally touching his torso.

“I wouldn’t go there though. You’re a brat,” he looked down on you, different this time. And you reciprocated the long stare, pulling him a bit closer to you. He put his hands on your waist. “Do you mind?” He asked.

“Mind what, bestie?” Rafe looked at you with a little smirk, his hair falling over his face a little. He moved even closer and pressed his lips agains yours, standing between her legs as you wrapped them around him. Rafe’s hands dropped to your thighs as yours were on his shoulders.

Loud door slam stopped whatever was going on between you two, then the lights were turned on in the entrance room. You quickly jumped off the kitchen counter, holding onto Rafe to not lose your balance. He murmured fuck to you, you motioned him to stay quiet.

“Yeah, but the hell you were all night?” That was Topper screaming.

And there she was, your best friend. Under fire for understandable reasons. “I was out with Scarlet. We went to get the wine she wanted”.

Liar. Scarlet wasn’t even friends with Sarah anymore, bold of Topper to assume you two had someone other than one another.

Sarah entered the kitchen, Topper following her. She stumbled a little bit at the sight of the figures of you and Rafe, not expecting to see anyone in the house, especially in the dark.

“Shit, didn’t hear you here,” she said and turned on the lights, visibly relieved at the fact that the conversation with Topper is now on hold.

“The hell you’re doing here? The party is outside,” Topper asked, his temper was still showing.

“Sarah, your party sucks,” Rafe said calmly, then stormed off out of the room without looking at you. Sarah only rolled her eyes at her older brother, following him with an annoyed look.

“Whatever. Y/n, you said you were going to stay the night, is it still on? Let’s make something to eat too, and preferably not go outside anymore. The party does kind of suck,” she shrugged her shoulders and went to the fridge.

“Top, are you staying? You can either help us cook or respectfully kick everyone out of the backyard because they get on my nerves,” you said, hugging your best friend Sarah from behind while she was looking for anything post-party appealing in the fridge.

That was a friend shield right there. You weren’t leaving Sarah’s side today. If he wanted to interrogate her, he would be to fight with her biggest advocate.

“Neither. I’ll go to Rafe. If he wants to scare off the crowd, we might just do that. I am so not in the mood though,” if looks could kill, Sarah would end her life right there, “but I can’t figure why. Goodnight, Y/N,” he quickly left the room.

Sarah signed loudly. “Shit, what would I even do if you weren’t there,” she hugged you back, smiling a bit because of the little date she had with her pogue boyfriend. “What were you doing there, again?”

You were questioning it too. “Drinking water to sober up a bit, Rafe was already in the house. He actually, um...” You didn’t know whether to tell her this, contemplating in your best friend’s arms.

“We had a fight with JJ about, you know... and he heard that,” Sarah’s mouth dropped. “We said nothing about you though, he has no idea, don’t worry.”

“Are you okay, bub? Do you like... like JJ or...?”

“I’m okay. I’m not in love, it’s not even a crush at this point. We made up today, we're good. It, in fact, might be an ego thing at the end of the day,” you replied with JJ's words and Sarah smiled at you.

“Girl, I can feed your ego! Everyone, here is the coolest chick in the OBX!” She exclaimed, and her voice echoed in a quiet house. You bet Topper and Rafe had heard that.

You were thinking about what would have happened if they didn’t interrupt you and Rafe for the rest of the night. The past week of going out with new people alone seemed a bit too much, but that right there was a cherry on top of things to overthink. Would you have stopped right there, laughing it off? Would he stop?

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a/n: thank you for reading! i haven't written anything in such a long time (and it's my first time writing in english), i hope you enjoyed in as much as i did. i also have ~3-4 chapters done, so let me know what you think :)

Part 2

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe x reader #drew starkey #rafe cameron fanfiction

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mayeetjim · 2 years

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Welcome to

Empires SMP Descendants au

So first up is the good guys, aka the children of princesses and princes yada yada

First is Jimmy and Lizzie because they were easy. Their mother is Ariel. They inherited the ability to go between mermaid and human forms. Lizzie is known around school for her voice and willingness to help others that have not crossed her. Jimmy however is more reclusive, being the younger sibling that usually ends up hanging with Lizzie until he makes his own friends.

Next is Katherine. As everyone knows, fairies are born from dandelion fluff, but something went wrong. This fluff grew and grew until she became the size of a human baby, and was given to Pan, as he knew Tink. Obviously meant to be a garden fairy, she works well with flowers and trees, and can usually be found studying or talking down to her friends from the branches of her favourite tree on school grounds.

Joey, the heir of Belle and the Beast. He was raised to be perfect, and gets upset when things don't go his way. He may have a crush on one of the Frost twins, but we don't have to talk about that. He has quite the rivalry with-

Shrub, daughter of Alice. Too many shrinking and enlarging cakes and drinks led to a daughter who only comes to about half the height of a typical human, but she finds her way around. Shrub has affinity for magic, especially mushrooms, left over from Alice's trips to Wonderland. She works with Katherine to hone this ability.

Next are Scott and Xornoth, the twin children of the infamous Jack Frost. Many people questioned if they should be on the villian isle or not, given the morally grey nature of their father, but The Beast spoke up for the two, and they were raised along with the others. Scott does not find his icey powers to be a blessing, tending to repress them out of fear or hurting his friends, while Xornoth embraces his. Each has their own skills however, so do not underestimate either of these two.

The last of these students are Gem and fWhip, children raised by the mysterious Dreamfinder. Raised under the wings of a dragon, with magic and machine surrounding them every moment of their lives, Gen grew into a fine wizard, working to one day apprentice under the infamous Merlin, while fWhip works to build contraptions never seen before. Each seems blessed by the dragon, Figment, and this manifests in different ways for each.

Next are the Villains, those raised on the Isle of the Lost.

Sausage, the son of the King and Queen of Hearts. He is bloodthirsty, all hidden behind a smile so pearly white you'd think nothing evil of him. Due to a mysterious magic user, he became friends with two kids when younger, but as the trio grew older, they realized who each other was, and all ties were cut off. He hopes to reunite with his friends he knows are on the other side of this barrier, and he will stop at nothing to have them back.

Joel, son of Gaston, enemy to Joey. Dressing in bright colours common to the Isle, he dyes part of his hair green to rebell against his father. Despite him, he has grown to be the perfect prince, if he only has the chance to make it out of this damned prison. He has found a few friends, and hopes to keep them close in his rose to princehood.

Pearl resents her father, Clayton, for what he attempted to do, and has tried to make amends with whatever thing is out that that dictates their fate. She grows fresh vegetables in a window sill, helps other villian kids gets good food, and protects animals. She is most certainly able to weird a gun or sword, deadly with both, and there is very little that keeps her from fleeing her father any moment she can. She just needs the chance.

Finally, Pix, son of Jafar, raised to be diplomatic and do whatever it takes to succeed. Of course, that doesn't mean that's what he does. With an odd fascination with copper and raw emerald, he collects these gems, and keeps them away from Jafar, in case he sells them or keeps them in his own horde of useless wealth on the Isle. Maybe he will one day leave, and be free to help people the way he knows he can, only if given the chance.

If you have any suggestions or questions, please ask, I'd love to go more in depth or explore plot points.

#empires smp #empires smp au #pixlriffs #empires katherine #empires pixl #empires scott #empires joey #empires joel #empires jimmy #empires lizzie #empires pearl #empires shrub #empires shubble #empires gem #empires fwhip #empires sausage #descendants au #descendants empires au

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spoopy-fish-writes · 3 years

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Touch starved mc platonically and non platonically

With a side of hideyoshi, nobunga, mitsuhide

I have prompts if you want them

—Hideyoshi, Nobunaga and Mitsuhide with a touch starved MC (platonically and romantically)

Suitor(s): Hideyoshi, Nobunaga, Mitsuhide

TW: Family mention, brief mentions/allusions to neglect, touch starved mc

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Dialogue prompts (in bold) used from this list by @bewitchingmemes || This ended up being more scenarios that headcanons but oh well 😅 || Nobunaga has so much platonic potential, I was right

Hideyoshi

Platonic

"My family was never the touchy-feely type."

He thinks that was what set in stone his role as your unofficial but technically still official older brother. He was an older brother both literally and in personality and family is important to him, more so what family are meant to provide for each other.

He's almost immediately ruffling your hair, akin to how he would treat a younger sibling, and offering you a soft smile.

"Then consider me your family now." He means his words and it's easy to tell. It's a simple statement but it means the world to you. He already treated you like a younger sibling and he was virtually everyone's pseudo older brother but to hear it from him makes you realised that you were more than welcome here in this time period where everything seemed only to hurt and neglect.

An arm wraps around your shoulder in a familial gesture and you're leaning into his touch, comfortable and craving for this affection that you weren't accustomed to but welcomed greatly.

Romantic

"I am in desperate need of a hug."

He's opening his arms for you the moment that the words come out of your mouth and he turns away from his desk, the papers that he was looking over now forgotten in favour of your presence. You almost feel guilty for distracting him from his work, you probably wouldn't have come in like that if you knew that he was busy, but the warmth in his eyes reassured you that it was okay.

You settle yourself between his legs, clinging to him and his arms come around to cradle your form, the fabric of his kimono and haori warming you up and brushing against your cheeks. A content hum leaves you and you don't want to let go.

Just how needy for affection you could be was something that you would have thought would eventually get on Hideyoshi's nerves what with him always being so busy but he was caring and, as a man who had grown up in his younger years with a family that he was close to, the instinct to hold you close whenever you would ask and whenever he felt, even if only a little, that you wanted him to, was strong and precise.

Affection and love in any relationship were important and those were both things that you needed.

Nobunaga

Platonic

"Can we cuddle, like, platonically?"

You get a raised eyebrow in response and the half smirk he gives you almost makes you want to take back what you said, your eyes moving to stare down at the small pile of konpeito that you held in your hands. You look up at him once more at his almost teasing order for you to "come here" and he's gesturing for you to come towards him and, before you know it, the two of you are side by side.

You leaned against him, the two of you giggling like children under the light of the moon which filtered in from the open screen of the tenshu as you snacked on the konpeito that the two of you had successfully smuggled in from the kitchen from under Hideyoshi's watchful eye.

Your both comfortable in each other's presences, two friends bonding in their tired but somehow not sleepy states, fulfilling the need to be close to someone and your both happy, eventually nodding off side by side, konpeito hidden away for another day.

Romantic

"You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic."

He lets out a low chuckle and holds you closer to him, relishing in how you practically melted against him.

He didn't think he would ever be able to get over how much your craved his affection. He couldn't say that he wasn't the same way, that there weren't times where he felt utterly under your control when you hugged him or kissed him, his mind going blank with joy and a soft vulnerability whenever he felt your hands, so delicate and loving, cradle his face or wrap around him.

He loved to love you and if physical affection was what you craved, he was all too willing to give it to you.

Your hands are softly gripping the front of his kimono and you bury your face in his chest as one of his hands comes up to stroke your hair. He's comfortable regardless of where the two of you are and he allows you to indulge for as long as you need because he knew that you both needed it.

Mitsuhide

Platonic

"You've been gone for so long that I need to remember what hugs feel like."

He should have been surprised by your greeting, already well aware of how much you craved the physical affection that you hadn't been given throughout your life but it always threw him off guard.

He was always confused by your affection to say the least bit he never pushed you away, not knowing why exactly but just feeling as though he needed this. That you both did.

He related to you on a level that he didn't expect to and it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. You were like a little sibling to him. Someone to tease and mess with and still share a hug with at the end of the day when the both of you were worn out. He wanted to lead you along and, while he knew he was by far the least recommended person to do so - in the eyes of both himself and others - he couldn't help but see you as someone that he wanted to protect and look after.

A chuckle slipped past his lips as he, in turn, wrapped his arms around you, feeling you snuggle against him.

Romantic

"You've been gone for ages and I just miss your kisses, okay?"

Normally Mitsuhide would tease you, throw in a little remark about how you're being so needy and he should shower you with so much affection that you'll be begging for him to stop but, today, he couldn't because he was exactly the same.

The time that he had spent away from you had really taken its toll on him and the need for attention (both his and yours) was even higher than usual, as though a part of you had been taken away and the both of you desperately needed it back, craving the warmth that only the soft touch of your lover could give you. You just needed to have each other as close as possible to make up for the lost time.

Time that you weren't with each other; time that other people hadn't taken to give you the affection and touch that you both so desperately craved; time that you would both give each other in moments like these, bundled up in his futon as you pressed a flurry of kisses against his cheeks, nose and forehead, ending it off with multiple soft kisses to his lips that he was more than willing to reciprocate, a chuckle or two slipping past his lips at your eagerness as he pulled you ever closer to him.

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twin flame // gw x reader

words: 3.8k

series genre: angst, fluff, smut (all in due time)

warnings: jealous george, angry george, charlie x reader kinda, mentioned ronmine, mentioned hinny, mentioned bleur, percy weasley slander, alcohol consumption, spitting kink (sorta if you squint), cringey pet names, mediocre writing at best

a/n: idk how many parts this will be,, maybe 5. but i already have the ending in mine. happy reading loves!

part two | part three | part four

twin flame (n.): an intense soul connection, sometimes called a "mirror soul," thought to be a person's other half. it's based on the idea that sometimes one soul gets split into two bodies. one of the main characteristics of a twin flame relationship is that it will be both challenging and healing. this is due to the mirroring nature of a twin flame; they show you your deepest insecurities, fears, and shadows. but they also help you overcome them and vice versa—your twin flame will be equally affected by you.

george weasley. what could you say about george weasley? he is… charismatic. funny, charming, fiery, pretty. everything. george is everything. he’s your best friend, of course, since the two of you were young. your fathers worked at the ministry together, so you and your siblings had playdates with the weasley siblings all the time, whether it be at your house or at the burrow. george is three years your senior, and he’s extremely protective of you. more than your soulmate, george is your twin flame—platonically, of course—that’s all that it would ever be. solely a platonic connection. at least that’s what you thought…

after the war, you and george became even closer. something about both of your lives being put on the line brought the two of you that much closer. after the war, you moved into the apartment above the joke shop with fred and george and began working as the store clerk and attendant. your parents had, unfortunately, died in the war and left just you and your siblings. when you told your older brother that you couldn’t stay in the house filled with memories, he completely understood. fred and george offered you to stay with them, and how could you say no to your favorite twins and your best friends? and besides, fred wouldn’t have let you say no. especially after you saved his life, pushing him out of the way of the falling debris. (fred weasley is alive. no i don’t take criticism.)

the transition was possibly the easiest thing you had ever gone through in your life. living with fred and george was a dream. it was all late night movie dates and cooking dinner together which ended up with the three of you throwing various ingredients at each other and laughing your heads off. this meant that you guys often ended up flooing to the burrow, and eating whatever it was that molly made for dinner that night.

that leads us to another point. molly. she absolutely adores you. she thanked you a million times over for saving fred’s life, it’s not something that she would ever let you forget. she’s like your second mom, and she thinks the world of you. everytime you saw her, she was sure to remind you that you could just give her a call if fred and george ever got out of line and she would be sure to put them back in check. not that you ever needed to, the twins were lovely to be around.

you were finishing up with your last customer of the day as george was locking up the doors and fred was beginning to clean up. just as the last customer walked out, george walked up to you and sat atop the counter in front of you as you were wiping it clean. “oh, please make yourself comfortable,” you remarked sarcastically as you threw away the clorox wipe.

“thanks love, i did,” he smirked. you rolled your eyes with a giggle as you began your count of the money in the register. “so as you know… we’re closing the shop up for christmas,” he began.

“georgie, if you have something to ask then please ask it,” you lightly teased.

“mum wants you to come to the burrow for christmas. i, of course, would also love for you to come. but mum’s threatened me a million times over if i don’t ask. i told her that you had your own family but she absolutely insisted at least ask you. she also told me to tell you that charlie would be there. as well as ron and hermione and harry and ginny and bill and fleur,” george spoke.

“well gosh, if charlie’s going, then i have to be there. after all, he is the hottest weasley brother,” you joked. if you weren’t so oblivious, then you would’ve noticed the look on george’s face after your harmless joke. you would’ve noticed the way his jaw hardened and his nostrils flared. you would’ve saw that way his gaze turned icy and the vein in his neck began to protrude in just the slightest as his face turned the slightest shade of pink. and you absolutely wouldn’t have missed the way that his chuckle wasn’t truly one of humor. you wouldn’t have missed how tense he became and you definitely wouldn’t have missed the ice in his tone when he replied.

“good one, love. are you coming or not?” the words were harsh, but you paid no mind. you didn’t catch it, but fred did. you also didn’t catch the harsh glare that fred sent his twin brother. or the way that he mouthed harsh words at him as he fixed him with an even harsher glare. but of course… you were oblivious. to you, george saw you as nothing more than a very good friend. a younger sister even. after all, you were ginny’s age. but to george…? to george he saw everything.

you were charismatic. funny, charming, fiery, pretty. gorgeous even. you were… ethereal. you were george’s everything and he was your’s. but the two of you didn’t know that. both of you were hiding a huge secret from each other. one that neither of you dared reveal. you didn’t dare tell anyone. your crush on george weasley was a secret that you were absolutely prepared to take to your grave. nobody knew. okay well that’s a lie… harry knew. but that’s only because the bugger was practicing his stupid legilimency and failed to tell you that you were the subject.

your heart fell to your ass when you heard the loud gasp harry let out and you turned to see his wand aimed at you. “you like-“ you practically flew across the gryffindor table and shoved your hand over his mouth before he could reveal your secret. the action had all heads turning to you, causing you to sheepishly smile and offer a wave before pulling away from him, demanding that he follow you. “you like george?!” he whisper shouted once you had finally lead him into an abandoned classroom.

“yes, but harry please don’t say anything, you have to swear it on your parents!” you exclaimed.

“that seems a brash, no?” harry raised a brow.

“swear it, potter! or i’ll hex you into oblivion,” you threatened.

“i swear it! i swear it!” he put his hands up as if in defense. you nodded once before pivoting on your heel. “he likes you too,” he spoke behind you.

“stick your foot in your mouth!” you grumbled, stomping away.

it was three days before christmas, and you fred and george were fully packed. you were sat in george’s room, kneeling on the floor as you packed your last few items and began to zip your bag. there was a soft knock on the door before it opened. “all ready, butterfly?” george asked. that’s another thing about the weasley twin—he had called you butterfly for as long as he could talk. you figured that it was because the two of you would chase butterflies together when you were little. once, a blue monarch landed on your nose, causing you to let out the sweetest giggle. if you ask george, he’d tell you that it was that exact moment that caused him to fall in love with you.

you looked ethereal. the way the blue monarch landed gently on your nose and you just let out the purest giggle. “georgie, look!” you exclaimed quietly so as not to frighten the creature as the giggle fluttered in your chest and tumbled past your lips. it was then that he knew. the sun shone on you so perfectly, like a spotlight almost. like the ball of fire in the sky was made for you and you only. the smile on your face was unmatched as continuous giggles spilled past your lips and your hair cascaded down your back. george fell in love with you that day. and at that moment, he decided that he would stop at absolutely nothing to see you smile like that again. to hear you giggle like that again. in that moment, everything was okay. there was no wizarding war. no death eaters and no voldemort. no dark thoughts and no fear. there was just you and george. and the pretty blue butterfly that made him fall in love.

you looked up at him and shot him a smile before nodding. he offered you a hand and you took it, allowing him to pull you up from the floor. he carried your bag down the stairs for you and the three of you stood in front of the fireplace. “you first, butterfly,” georgie smiled and kissed your head. you stepped into the fireplace and fred handed you the floo powder. you called out your destination before throwing the powder. you stepped out at the burrow and were immediately tackled into a hug.

“y/n/n!” ginny exclaimed, lifting you from the ground and twirling you in the air.

“hi gin,” you wrapped your arms around her neck as a giggle tumbled past your lips. fred stepped out after you, and her reaction was less than thrilled to see him. she simply waved after she set you on the ground, dragging you into the living room as she ignored the younger twin that had now also stepped out of the fireplace.

“great to see you too, baby sister,” george teased lightly.

“don’t care george!” she called. you greeted arthur and molly before kneeling in front of the coffee table in the living room. charlie, hermione, fleur, and harry were each sat on the couches and ginny kneeled next to you. “sooo… tell us everything!” she exclaimed excitedly.

“about what?” you asked with a giggle.

“about george!” she whisper shouted as she slapped your shoulder.

“there’s nothing to tell, gin. he’s my best friend, he has been since we were young,” you explained, trying to force the heat that was creeping up your neck away.

“bullshit, y/n! harry already told me, now spill it all!” she demanded.

“harry!” you pressed.

“she threatened me if i didn’t tell her!” he exclaimed. “and i’m more scared of her than i am of you,” he defended with a nervous gulp.

“well i didn’t tell anyone, y/n. only fleur and hermione,” she waved it off.

“dude!” you slapped her shoulder.

“well we didn’t tell anyone, mon amour,” fleur assured as she sipped her drink.

“i… may have accidentally let it slip to charlie a few minutes ago…” hermione spoke sheepishly.

“you told charlie?! he can’t keep a secret to save his life!” you whined.

“hey, ‘m right here!” charlie defended. “and i didn’t tell anyone but my dragons, and they can’t speak. so i’m doing better than eighty percent of the people here,” he smirked.

you groaned as your entire body heated up in embarrassment. “this is awful. absolutely awful, ‘m gonna die. if he ever finds out i’ll actually die. what am i gonna do?” you whined as your arms came up to cover your face.

“we’re gonna make him jealous, bunny,” you heard charlie’s voice and suddenly the burly, bearded man was straddling you and pinning your arms above your head.

“what are you on about, weasley?” you glared, skeptically.

“well y/n/n, it’s no secret that you’re… well… a huge pussy,” gin began.

“hey!” you exclaimed indignantly.

“she’s not wrong,” charlie defended, causing you to turn your glare to the astronomically muscled man that still had you pinned to the floor with one hand, using zero of his strength. you had tried fighting him off, but you gave up as you had been squirming and struggling for upwards of forty seconds, and the man hadn’t even budged, nor had he broken a sweat. it took zero effort for him to pin your body to the floor as he straddled your waist and kept your arms pinned down with one hand.

“okay so, what’s your diabolical plan, gin?” you asked as you let out a sigh.

“actually, it’s my plan. the same thing i did to ron with viktor, you’re going to do to george with charlie. you’re going to use charlie to make him jealous. the both of you will be here at the burrow for a few days at least, and george will as well. you make that boy suffer. make him want you. force his hand, make him make a move, whether he wants to or not,” hermione explained.

“charlie’s already agreed to help so you can’t say no. we don’t want to hear it,” harry shook his head.

“you told him ‘accidentally?’” you looked at hermione in disbelief as you put the word in air quotes… well as best as you could with your hands pinned above your body.

“no it was absolutely on purpose. we needed his help. bill’s already married, ron’s got mione, no one likes percy, and fred’s his twin so george would be able to manipulate the situation and act like fred and make you spill all the beans,” ginny said.

“i like percy,” you weakley defended the third weasley sibling.

“no you don’t!” harry accused.

“no i really don’t, he gave me four detentions in one week during first year,” you grumbled.

“merlin’s balls, four?!” charlie exclaimed above you. “why so many?”

“i didn’t know how to tie my tie,” you pouted. “and it was a violation of uniform, so instead of being a nice person and teaching me, he served me detention everytime it was untied,” you told them.

“yeah percy’s sort of an asshole,” you all murmured agreements at harry’s statement before molly called you to the kitchen for dinner. charlie stood up before pulling you to stand and you all walked to the table. you sat between charlie and bill, and across from george. you missed the strange look he gave when you didn’t take your usual place beside him as you were too absorbed in your own mind with how the plan was going to go and if everything would go according to plan or not.

“so, y/n, dear how have you been?” molly asked. “we’ve missed you dearly. i’ve caught up with all of my children except for you, what’s it like living with the rowdiest of my boys?” she asked, kindly.

your face heat up again as molly called you one of her children before you began to answer. “it’s awesome. fred and george are sweethearts. i’m the attendant and the clerk at the joke shop and it’s honestly just… a dream. i really love it,” you smiled widely as you talked about life with the twins.

“and uhm… any… special guys?” ginny pressed, gently nudging your shin with her foot under the table.

“ginevra weasley!” molly chastised.

“what, mum?! it’s a genuine question!” ginny defended.

“nothing serious,” you shrugged with a nervous chuckle. “there is a guy that i guess i kinda have a crush on. but i think he sees me as nothing more than a friend,” you shrugged, telling the truth about your crush on george, but turning your gaze to charlie before averting your gaze quickly. you heard a deep chuckle come from charlie on your right before he pat your thigh, causing heat to rush through your entire body once again. this time, you didn’t miss the unmistakable clench in george’s jaw and the way his nostrils flared, signifying that he was positively pissed.

the rest of dinner went by completely uneventfully. it was rather quiet actually, untill it was time to clean up. you, ginny, hermione, and fleur helped molly clean the table and the dishes as the boys all went to the living room. “well,” molly began as the dishes were finished. “percy, your room has been turned to storage, sorry dear. fred and george’s beds have been moved to ron’s room, so there are four beds in there, and your room holds all my knitting. charlie’s room is available, as well as bill’s and ginny’s. you may decide how you all sleep,” molly offered you all a smile before she and arthur bid you all goodnight and went up to his room.

“gin, you can share with hermione and y/n, yeah? perce, you and i can share my room. bill and fleur will take his, and george, fred, ron, and harry can all sleep in ron’s room. sound good?” charlie laid it out. everyone agreed with a small shrug and no arguments. “perfect. now that that’s all out of the way. gin, where do mum and dad keep the firewhiskey?” charlie smirked evilly.

ginny squealed excitedly as she stood and rushed to the kitchen. she came back with two bottles of firewhiskey and bill and charlie got blankets before you all went outside. the guys laid out the blankets by the fire pit as george and fred began to start the fire. “c’mon, bunny,” charlie motioned you over. “come sit with me,” he pat his lap.

heat rushed through your body for the fifth time that night as you stalked over to the man and sat beside him. he pulled you to be sitting in between his legs and your breathing picked up just slightly as a million and four nerves ran all throughout your body. “really need you to relax f’me, bunny,” he whispered into your ear as he brushed your hair off your shoulder, purposefully brushing his fingers across your neck, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin where he had touched. his arms wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled your back to rest against his chest. “s’just me. y’ve known me your whole life,” he reassured you gently.

“just you,” you scoffed. “just you who is literally the hottest weasley brother and possibly the hottest man on the planet. just you who i’ve had a school girl crush on since i was five. just you who is actually sex on legs,” you rolled your eyes. “just you,” you mocked with another scoff as you shook your head.

charlie openly laughed at your small rant, causing you to elbow him in the ribs. “okay, okay, sorry bunny. but really, i need you to relax. georgie won’t be jealous if he sees how tense you are around me,” he reasoned as he began to gently massage your neck and shoulders before moving his hands down to your collarbones and continuing back up, effectively loosening your muscles, causing you to relax more into him.

“alright. lads, ladies, ron…” ginny began. ron furrowed his eyebrows before turning to glare at the insult from his little sister. “truth… or drink?” ginny smirked as she held up the bottle. “everyone drink enough to get you feeling it and then pass it along so we can start and nobody can tell lies,” she laid out the ground rules before she drank the firewhiskey.

you, fleur, ginny, and hermione drank significantly less than the guys as it took more for it to hit them than it did to hit the four of you. you giggled drunkenly from your place underneath charlie’s chin as you began to feel the effects of the firewhiskey. it was unexpected, but you weren’t complaining as charlie’s strong, veiny hand wrapped around your throat and pulled your head back to look up at him. you let out an involuntary whimper as he poured the firewhiskey into your mouth and you quickly swallowed it, causing him to smirk (basically this tiktok). “good girl,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead, making you let out another small noise of satisfaction.

“okay!” george called loudly, interrupting your moment, and making you smirk. everything was going according to plan. “i’ll go first then, freddie,” he called. fred turned to look at him with a raised brow. “what’s going on with you and johnson, then?”

“nothing, you know that, mate. went to the ball as friends in fourth year, we keep in touch but we’re nothing more than friends,” fred shrugged.

“so you wouldn’t mind if i made a move then?” george asked, turning to look at you, tauntingly. your jaw clenched and your nostrils flared as you felt a big, green cloud of jealousy begin to blossom deep within your chest.

“uh… go ahead,” fred shrugged, confusion lacing his tone. “ginny, have you and harry had sex yet?” fred asked.

“blue. y/n, which of my brothers do you want to fuck the most?” ginny totally ignored fred’s question and gave you a chance to fire back at george with your own rage.

“charlie,” you answered quickly, staring back at george just as tauntingly, jaw still clenched, glare hard and icy. george’s jaw clenched harder if that was even possible and you didn’t miss the eye roll. “mione, are you and ron official yet?” you moved on.

“no, not really. we’re exclusive to each other, but he hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend yet,” she answered, doing her best to ignore the tension in the air.

you and george’s eye contact never broke throughout the entire game. your faces never changed. it turned into a competition of who could make the other more jealous. your faces were set in stone. jaw’s clenched. nostrils flared. glares icy. tones cold whenever you answered a question. one thing you knew for sure… this week with the weasleys was gonna be a shit show. it would either end in heartache or a new relationship. who knew?

the week brought upon two options. you came to a fork in the road. option a would pour gasoline onto your twin flame. expanding it untill it exploded and brought upon a future for you and george that was even brighter than your flame. option b would pour water onto your twin flame, completely fizzling it out. destroying the most amazing friendship you’d ever come to be apart of.

you truly hoped it would be option a. with your whole entire being, you prayed to godric, and salazar, and helga, and rowena, and merlin, and every single one of the gods you knew that would listen that it would be option a. but with the way that just tonight alone was going… your hope slowly began to fizzle out.

you fell asleep with that prayer in your mind. you fell asleep hoping the week would fuel your twin flame. you fell asleep with both george and charlie weasley running all through your head. wondering just what was going to come about. the night was long and completely restless. you could do nothing but sit and wait. to see what would result of your twin flame.

one thing you were completely sure of was that you would make george weasley your’s. just like hermione said, you would force his hand. you would make him want you.

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S’chn T’gai Family Notes

• Sybok was born in 2224, according to the Star Trek Chronology (2nd ed.) and the Star Trek Encyclopedia (4th ed.; vol. 2).

• Michael Burnham was born in 2226, on Earth.

• Spock was born January 6, 2230, on Vulcan, in ShiKahr.

This makes Sybok 2 years older than Michael, and 6 years older than Spock. It also makes Michael 4 years older than Spock.

(Leonard McCoy was born in 2227, making him 3 years older than Spock, and 1 year younger than Michael. James Kirk wasn’t born until March 22, 2233, making him 3 years younger than Spock, and 6 years younger than McCoy.)

From the Inside Star Trek phonograph album, Spock was not the first vulcan/human hybrid, but he was the first to survive. Earth-Vulcan conception will abort during the end of the first month. The fetus is unable to continue life once it begins to develop its primary organs. Spock was removed from Amanda's body as his organs began development and placed in a test tube for two Earth months, as physicians performed delicate chemical engineering and introduced over a hundred subtle changes. After that, Spock was returned to Amanda's womb. At the ninth Earth month, Spock was again removed from Amanda, prematurely by Vulcan standards, and spent the following four months of a Vulcan term pregnancy in a specially designed incubator. This was the first time this particular procedure was attempted, and was entirely experimental. Baby Spock proved surprisingly resilient.

(Enterprise would later introduce the binary clone, Elizabeth, who would be the first vulcan/human hybrid, who passed away not long after her birth. Elizabeth was born 2155, 75 years before Spock was born.)

Michael’s biological parents, Mike and Gabrielle, were attacked by Klingons in 2236, after which point Michael was put in the care of her foster parents, Sarek and Amanda. Since Michael is shown spending her 10th birthday on Vulcan, this makes Michael 9 (going on 10 that year) upon being fostered. Spock would be 6, and Sybok would be 12. Sybok was raised by his mother until her death. Since we never see Sybok in the Discovery flashbacks, we can only assume Sybok was still living with his mother. We see Michael’s childhood up to age 11, so it can be assumed Sybok did not join the family until he was at least 13; while we still don’t see Sybok when Michael is 19, it can be assumed Sybok was either away for his own studies or already banished; banishment would explain why no one talks about him.

Sybok’s mother was originally described as a “Vulcan princess.” In the novelization of Star Trek V: The Final Frontier, she was given the name T’Rea, and referenced as a Vulcan priestess instead. In the book Sarek, she was referenced again by the name T’Rea, and given the title “reldai,” translated as an archaic vulcan term meaning both "female religious leader" and "female ruler or princess," in order to conflate both translations. “Priestess” appears to be the more correct term, as Vulcan does not appear to have a monarchy and she is described as being Sarek’s original childhood bondmate who annulled their bond in order to become a kolinahr adept, and later High Master. Sarek’s first “wife” is considered to (presumably) be Amanda, as she is said to be from Earth, so it would appear Sarek and T’Rea were never fully married, as Spock and T’Pring were never fully married.

The novelization also explains that Sybok was banished from Vulcan for violating the mind of a Watcher in the Hall of Ancient Thought in order to locate the receptacle of his mother's katra and meld with it to discover the location of Sha Ka Ree, which T’Rea had raised Sybok to believe in.

• Soon after arriving on Vulcan, Logic Extremists (a small Vulcan extremists group claiming to represent "true Vulcan ideology" and valuing logic above all, who regarded humans to be inferior and more heavily opposed human involvement in Vulcan culture than the average vulcan, who saw the extremists as fanatics) bombed the Vulcan Learning Center. This resulted in Michael Burnham dying for three minutes, before being revived by Sarek melding with her and leaving part of his katra inside her mind. Michael believed she, a human child living and learning among vulcans, was the target, however, Spock believes he was most likely the intended target, as the “half human abomination” in the household. It is likely that Spock is correct, as it seems Amanda, also fully human, was not targeted.

( If the vulcan extremists’ intended target was Spock, then a comparison (or even loose connection) might be made to Terra Prime, the extremist xenophobic terrorist organization dedicated to the expulsion of all non-Humans from Earth and the Sol system, who used vulcan/human hybridization as a fear tactic in Enterprise. )

Fearing for her adoptive family’s lives, Michael tries to run away from home, when she is initially stopped by a very young Spock, who pleads with her to stay. In her fear for their safety, Michael pushes Spock away by calling him a freak and a “weird little half breed,” and telling him he’s not capable of love. This moment causes a rift between the previously close siblings, leading Spock to choose to close himself off and fully commit to logic at a very young age. Michael tries to repair their relationship, but Spock is unreceptive until adulthood. Michael and Spock can only be about 10 and 6 respectively when this fight occurs.

• Spock is dyslexic, which is called L'tak Terai on vulcan.

• Spock is espoused to T’Pring at the age of 7. This is the same year he partakes in his kahs-wan.

The kahs-wan, or Vulcan maturity test, was a traditional survival test of adulthood for adolescent Vulcans. The basis for the kahs-wan was to survive ten days without food, water, or weapons in Vulcan's Forge.

In the animated series, Spock decided to take the kahs-wan early. His pet sehlat, I-Chaya, insisted on accompanying him, despite young Spock's orders. I-Chaya and Spock from the future end up having to save Spock from a le-matya attack, but I-Chaya had to be euthanized afterwards due to receiving a fatal wound from the le-matya’s poisonous claws.

• Solkar was the first Vulcan ambassador to Earth, and father of Skon. Skon is implied to be an ambassador (and would have been confirmed one if the fifth season of Enterprise was ever produced), translated the Teachings of Surak into English, and father of Sarek. Sarek is also an ambassador and is, of course, the father of Spock and Sybok.

• In the animated series, Spock goes back in time to save his younger self, and claims to be Sarek’s cousin by the name of Selek, son of T’Pel and Sasak. It is unclear if these are real relatives of Sarek’s, or if they’re fake and the S’chn T’gai family is so big Sarek can’t keep track of them all.

• Spock claims Arthur Conan Doyle is an ancestor of his. It can only be assumed this is on Amanda’s side.

#spock #michael burnham #sybok #sarek #amanda grayson #star trek #just a collection of notes i've taken

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SHIN SOUKOKU HOGWARTS AU

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Slytherin, but the hat teased that he could also be a good Gryffindor. This resulted into an argument with the hat about how wrong it is.

Akutagawa is ecstatic when he finds that he's in the same house as Dazai

Akutagawa has a black snake named Rashoumon and he's adorable.

He's been nicknamed "Dazai's shadow" and looks too happy to have it.

One of the big mysteries in Hogwarts is whether Akutagawa is a vampire or not (someone even started a betting pool around it)

Akutagawa is a year older than Atsushi, but two years younger than Dazai.

This poor boy gets pushed around by Dazai a lot, and does his homework for him

Akutagawa is a half-blood, but still occupies pureblood supremacy beliefs. He despises how his blood has been tainted with dirty non-magical.

His prejudice against muggles really stemmed from the mistreatment he and his sibling faced in the orphanage before they ran away.

Akutagawa used to hate Chuuya, mostly because of his half-blood status, but now he begrudgingly respects him for his talents (in actuality, he's just envious that Chuuya is so close to Dazai)

His sibling, Gin, is nonbinary and goes in neutral pronouns and gladly lets them burrow his spare male uniform when they want to.

Nakajima Atsushi

Gryffindor. Atsushi freaked out when he heard the Sorting's hat voice and spent the majority of the sorting questioning how the voice in his head got deeper.

Lucy Montgomery, a redhead he met in the train, went into Gryffindor and Izumi Kyouka, a quiet girl that Atsushi asked to sit with in a compartment, went into Slytherin.

Lucy and Kyouka are presidents of the "Protect Atsushi" club.

Atsushi is raised by his muggle uncle. He doesn't know much about his parents other than they died in a car accident.

On his first day, Atsushi finds someone's legs pulled up, body half submerged in the Black Lake. He thought it was a dead body at first, before he noticed that it was still moving. Immediately, he jumped right in.

("Tsk," the weird boy sneers, "Another failed attempt." Atsushi freezes when the boy turns to him, noticing how utterly displeased he looks. He tenses, preparing for a litany of apologies and arms getting ready to guard him from an attack. It doesn't come, and only finds the boy now staring at him with a guarded expression.)

Atsushi later learns the Slytherin's name is Dazai Osamu, and he wasn't going for a swim like he thought.

("Dazai Osamu?" Kyouka's stoic face falters into a darkened gaze. "Don't consort yourself with the likes of him. He's bad news.")

Atsushi doesn't understand Kyouka's warnings. Dazai doesn't seem dangerous.

After that Lake incident, Dazai talks to Atsushi like they've known each other for years. Lucy is confused. Kyouka is glaring at Dazai. A pale boy in the Slytherin table is glaring at Atsushi meanwhile Atsushi? He's just tired.

MORE SHIN SOUKOKU

Look, Atsushi should've known something is wrong the moment Dazai said he'll help Atsushi with his homework. Because the person who arrived isn't Dazai at all.

("What are you doing here?" "I should be the one asking that! Dazai-san said he'll help me with Charms—" "Dazai said that to me too!" There's a long pause, before they realize what was happening.)

Turns out Akutagawa is bad at Charms, but good at Transfiguration. The exact opposite of Atsushi. They made a mutually beneficial agreement that they'll get along for this one day. Just this day.

Of course it didn't happen, because Atsushi and Akutagawa keep getting into situations together that they can't get out. Which Atsushi realises are all orchestrated by Dazai.

Atsushi is a big fan of Chuuya's flying the first time he watched a game. Shyly, he asks Chuuya to teach him and the redhead obliges. Atsushi is rusty, but he's determined to learn.

Atsushi finds out that Akutagawa had a bad childhood, and it doesn't excuse his behavior at all, but he could understand where his hate for muggles came from.

For the record, Akutagawa and Atsushi aren't similar at all. They aren't so shut up, Dazai.

Akutagawa sees the bruises on Atsushi and figures out why Atsushi prefers to stay in Hogwarts at Christmas.

When Atsushi gets an ugly figurine of a tiger with a letter 'it looks like you' under his desk, he doesn't comment on how the handwriting is very similar to someone he knows.

Jinko is now a prominent nickname and Atsushi hates it. He likes it.

Atsushi no longer talks about the time he took the hit of a dangerous spell for Akutagawa in a fight. He ended up in the hospital wing for a week, and he'd never seen the Slytherin so quiet before. It's a sore topic.

Nothing changes between them after the incident. That's what they want to believe.

"They're really close, huh?" Chuuya muses, watching the Slytherin and Gryffindor argue. Amazed at how they could still be so loud for this long without straining their voices.

Dazai wipes an imaginary tear off his eye. "They remind me of our younger years."

If you want to read the Soukoku Hogwarts Au, here's the link. I might do Fyodor and Nikolai next.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #shin soukoku #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #ryuunosuke akutagawa #bsd hogwarts au #sskk #bsd sskk

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🥡 SWEET LIKE CANDY (II) | h.hj smau

045—DER DROPS IST GELUTSCHT

-> a german idiom that translates to "the candy is sucked" meaning "well, now it's over."

word count: 12k

warnings: mentions of death, funeral, car crash, slight gore, physical violence (fist fight), blood (lots of it). implied mental illnesses. lots and lots of pain

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a/n: shoutout to @leagreenly for the chapter's title suggestion <3. this is also the last chapter for act II, next chapters will be under act III—the final act ;)))). sexy.

p.s. the ones in italics are flashbacks (and there's a lot of them lol)

he’s not going home.

it’s gonna cost him his pride, dignity, and shame if he does. besides, what he calls “home” isn’t even his own—he’s simply freeloading again, and this time, it’s with you and your brother. hyunjin would rather be homeless than feel as awkward as he does under your roof.

“seriously. i thought i told you to be out of here by the time i get back,” nayeon scolded hyunjin as she always does as they sat around the table, slicing vegetables for her grandma. “you keep freeloading around here.”

“tsk tsk, that’s no way to talk to our helper, yeonnie.” her grandma scolded, earning her a warning glare, she stuck her tongue out towards her grandmother which then earned her a solid smack on the head, “such a childish lady! you won’t get a husband if you keep acting like that.”

“it’s okay nona, she has a point.” hyunjin responded, nayeon’s eyes turning as wide as saucers as she stared at her friend in disbelief.

“nona?! you’re on a first name basis now?!! i’ve been gone for half a day!” nayeon commented in disbelief as she widened her eyes at hyunjin, “this is MY grandmother!”

hyunjin simply smirked, proud of his sudden closeness with his friend’s grandmother—well, more like a convenient relationship but hey, if he could get away with staying at someone else’s house by just doing chores, he’d do it forever.

“she may act like that but i’m sure she likes the company. i’ve raised this girl all her life and she’s always wanted a sibling,” nona said fondly, her sharp eyes softening at the thought of her young granddaughter.

“true but who would want hwang hyunjin as a younger sibling, gross.” she made a disgusted face before turning back to her work.

hyunjin’s mind wandered for a bit as he observed the scene before him, a grandmother and her granddaughter prepping for a meal whilst he sat in the middle helping out. everything felt cozy to the point that he almost forgot the feeling of being out of place. this isn’t his home, and it never will be. he’s welcome to crash here for a few days at most but it will never be a permanent settlement for him.

“so,” nayeon snapped hyunjin’s mind back in the present with a sudden inquiry, “do you have anything for the school exhibit yet?”

hyunjin’s mind reeled in confusion, “exhibit?”

nayeon looked at him in surprise, “wow, and i thought you’d be the last person to forget.” she took a flier from her bag and handed it to hyunjin. splashes of color and extravagance marked all over the advertisement as it showcased the upcoming event, “you know, the one professor kim announced in class.”

“ummm..” hyunjin scanned the paper, his head throbbing from trying to remember that memory, “i kinda remember it… but she said it was in a few weeks—and she said that to me months ago.”

nayeon rolled her eyes in frustration, as if annoyed at hyunjin for not remembering, “it got moved remember? for some reason, the school board decided to reschedule it for the season’s end. i dunno why though. are you even listening in class anymore?” she shrugged as she explained.

“do you think i’ll be included in this?” hyunjin asked, making nayeon raise her eyebrows.

“are you kidding? you’re one of the top students in the class, and i say this as your t.a. and not as your most amazing friend.”

he didn’t feel confident in the slightest, but it felt good for hyunjin to know that someone was on his side.

“and if you don’t feel assured enough, then just know that literally every art student gets featured in it, even if you suck. it’s school policy, it’s a school exhibit for a reason. the only students that don’t get featured are the ones that get suspended due to breaking rules or on probation—which you are neither.”

“ah i see,” hyunjin dismissed. now that nayeon told him that he definitely has a spot in this exhibit, the second question comes into mind—what would he showcase?

all his best work (that he thinks of) got stolen and sold to the black market by someone whom he thought was one of his closest friends, and now, he doubts he’d have enough time to come up with coherent pieces to make it in time.

“one of the conditions as well is that it needs to be at least 10 pieces—that’s technically a lot but only if you’re cramming, there’s no designated time period for the pieces so it could literally be something that you’ve made when you were 15.” nayeon continued, which didn’t help hyunjin’s slump.

he currently had nothing, aside from a few drafts that are all not good enough, but his professor was looking forward to his work, so was nayeon, and so was his pride.

his phone pinged, a text from seungmin telling him that it’s about time he talks to jisung.

hyunjin sighed. if only he could just sit at this table forever, be scolded by nayeon and nona endlessly whilst they talk about art.

if only hyunjin didn’t have to be haunted by a past that wasn’t even his fault to begin with.

there were a lot of things in his life that he had no control of, but all he knew was that if he doesn’t deal with it now, it will never disappear.

so with a heavy heart, he excused himself from the table, bidding a small goodbye to the ladies before leaving the house, surprised to see that seungmin was already there waiting in his car.

“how’d you know i was here?” hyunjin asked as he entered the passenger’s seat, buckling his seatbelt.

“you’re pretty transparent. you weren’t at jae hyung’s and i knew this was the only other place you knew aside from ours.”

“i see.”

a sudden slam stopped seungmin from driving off, seeing nayeon catch up and knocking on hyunjin’s window as she held up a paper bag.

“dude what the hell?” hyunjin exclaimed as he rolled down the window to accept whatever was on nayeon’s hand.

“grandma told me to give you this—”

“what is it?” hyunjin asked.

“i don’t know,” nayeon shrugged, “but one of them is a shirt that your roommate let me borrow. the girl, i puked on mine so she made me change clothes, i think my shirt is still there too. return it and then give me mine back ok? oh—and you’re kim seungmin right? you’re pretty cute, not my type though. toodles!”

before hyunjin could even respond, nayeon already ran back inside after throwing his friend a quick wink, making them both cringe in their skin.

“she’s pretty lively.” seungmin commented as he drove away making hyunjin chuckle.

“you mean annoying?” hyunjin said as he looked through the paper bag. one was a tupperware of galbi-tang, which he smiled softly at, and the other was your shirt, which he avoided like the plague. he took the tupperware of food and put it in his bag before plopping the paper bag on seungmin’s lap, making him look at hyunjin in confusion.

“you can return the shirt, i have somewhere to be afterwards.”

“you mean running away?”

hyunjin side-eyed his friend, “no.”

“you know me and y/n still aren’t talking, right?”

“and we’ve never talked properly, what’s your point?”

“that i have an actual valid reason, and you guys are just being petty.” seungmin snarked making hyunjin shuffle in his seat to face seungmin, eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“you think my reason isn’t valid?!” hyunjin said, not meaning to make his voice sound as angry as it did.

“i think your childhood qualms are way past it’s expiration date now.” seungmin reasoned, “and besides, i don’t think you’ve ever told me the full reason as to why you hate her guts.”

what better time than now? hyunjin thought as he sat back down in his seat, trying to calm himself down before looking at his hands, fidgeting his fingers in frustration.

“back in middle school, my father told me that my mom was on her deathbed—cancer, i think, or tuberculosis.. or pneumonia… honestly it’s been so long i can’t remember anymore. i think i just repressed it—” hyunjin started, pausing for a bit to throw a hesitant glance towards his friend who seemed to be focus on driving, though he can tell that he was listening intently.

kim seungmin was nothing if not a good listener, he made you feel heard and accepted, hyunjin didn’t know what took him so long to open up to his friend but nonetheless, he’s glad he’s starting to.

“—my mother lived in the states with her side of the family. it was only me and my dad here and...well, we didn’t really have money to live in luxury. my dad worked two jobs, he sold bread during the day and was a bartender at night—but since we were paying for mortgage, tuition, and a bunch of other stuff, life was tight… really really tight.”

hyunjin took as many breaks as he can whilst retelling the story, and seungmin just listened patiently, nodding along and humming to encourage his friend, yet never intervening to make him feel more comfortable in speaking.

“so my mother was dying, and we really wanted to see her but obviously we had no money for a plane ticket. until a school grant came along… back in middle school, there was this academic competition and the winner gets a one week trip to the states—it couldn’t have come at a better time.”

there was a certain relief that hyunjin felt as his shoulders loosened the more he went on, the feeling of being able to grant himself a cathartic release with his past as his best friend listened.

“so i strived for that grant. i worked my ass off day and night to study and create the best project—but during the day of the competition… fuck—ugh, y/n ruined my project visuals. she ruined my research!” hyunjin huffed angrily, trying to calm his shaking pupils to prevent himself from tearing up.

the opportunity to go overseas and see his mom, that dream that was within his reach.. all ruined because of a single person that he will continue to hate forever.

“so she won the competition, got the school trip, and you know what’s the worst thing of all? she could afford going abroad—after she got home from the trip, apparently she enjoyed it so much that she and her parents moved there. what a fucking slap in the face.” he ranted, “if you could afford to pay for something, why take away the opportunity for others? i don’t understand how someone could be so selfish and wicked.”

hyunjin composed himself before letting himself sag on the passenger seat, closing his eyes to calm down, he almost forgot that seungmin was there until he spoke up.

“you’re right. you’re very valid, i apologize.” seungmin said, “obviously you two have a lot more history than we do but i think i can see the selfish part.”

“i’ve been telling everyone that from the start.” hyunjin mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed. “are you gonna stop talking to her for good?”

“i don’t know. it wasn’t a deep friendship to begin with.” seungmin shrugged, closing the conversation as he continued driving, finally arriving at their destination.

it was an abandoned building, one full of spray painted walls, cracked ceilings, and messy rubble. it didn’t help that they came here at night. “are you gonna murder me or something?” hyunjin snickered, trying to joke around the situation yet the slight pitch in his voice indicated his nervousness.

something that seungmin picked up on, “don’t be too scared hwang, i’m not going to hurt you.”

“that’s what murderers always say to their victims before they show up on the news.” hyunjin unbuckled his seatbelt, following behind seungmin as they exited the car.

seungmin expertly navigated through the darkness of the night, warning hyunjin not to use much light just in case people see them. they went through a few abandoned hallways before happening upon a set of stairs that led to a hidden basement, the trap door hidden under a pile of trash.

to say that hyunjin was scared is an understatement, he could feel every fiber of his being raised against the chilly night matched with his impending fear.

as they climbed down the rusty ladder, seungmin now turned on his phone’s flashlight, illuminating a single metal door. “it’s an underground cellar used as a hideout for soldiers back in war times, now it’s used for… other things.” he started before turning the knob, the heavy door creaking as hyunjin welcomed in the unfamiliar sight of the other side.

a single flashing bulb barely illuminating the entirety of the rundown room, just as messy as the outside but cleaner in comparison. though what caught his eye the most was the man sitting on the floor at the corner, throwing pebbles to keep himself preoccupied as his eyes slowly shifted towards his visitors.

“didn’t think i’d see your face here.” jisung greeted, looking away to get back to his stone entertainment. his voice lost it’s chirpiness… or perhaps he was faking it to begin with. what used to be a warm and clingy friend turned into a shell of nothingness as he accepted his fate of failure. han jisung was a cold, hard, criminal. that was something hyunjin could never wrap his head around until he cast his eyes upon the man right now.

different from the man he met in high school.

this was the real han jisung.

“he’s here to talk to you.” seungmin started, pulling a metal chair from the side and sitting down on a creaky wooden table, hyunjin did the same as they waited for jisung to do so.

“you can talk to me from way over here.” he said, making seungmin sigh and look at hyunjin gesturing for him to turn his phone off and slide it towards the end of the door. jisung was a careful man, and he won’t let himself get caught with a flimsy recording.

hyunjin followed, also taking off his jacket and let seungmin pat him down whilst jisung eyed them from the side to make sure they had zero electronics on their person.

now that hyunjin was here, the floor was now his, but he didn’t know what to say now that he’s here, faced with the harsh reality.

instead, he turned back to seungmin, “i thought you guys caught him legally? this seems…”

before seungmin could answer, jisung spoke up, “don’t you know? the kims always have some dirty secret up their sleeve. i thought you’d lose the naivete by now, hwang.”

“this is legal. well, as much as brian can stretch out the loophole of keeping a man underground but don’t worry, we’ll get him behind bars soon enough. the hyungs are just finalizing everything—the fight is over, hyunjin, just close this chapter in your life and be done for good.” seungmin encouraged, making hyunjin nod apprehensively.

“do you want to know what they did?” jisung started as he stood up, brushing the dust off of himself yet his appearance remained dirty, apparent with how long he’s been kept here, hyunjin swallowed, not finding it in himself to interject as his curiosity got the best of him. “they snuck into my house in the middle of the night.”

jisung kept talking as he walked closer to the two, finally entertaining their act of sitting down for a conversation, “they drugged me and kept me here for… i don’t even know how long anymore… and now, they’re trying to find incriminating evidence against me.”

jisung sat, leaning his elbows down and stared straight towards seungmin, “but there isn’t any, is there? everything you have is anecdotal, unlike my scum of a father, i’m actually good at keeping my trace clean—so how will it be? are you having your little posse plant drugs?”

seungmin clicked his tongue. “no.”

“perhaps frame me for murder?”

“no.”

“or maybe you’ll pin my father’s crimes on me too.”

“cut the shit, han jisung.” seungmin slammed his hand on the table, trying to shut jisung up, “you’re guilty and you know it. unlike you, we don’t rely on scummy acts unless needed be, we will find that evidence and get you locked up for good.”

“and how will you do that exactly? you know i have a fall guy, right? felix is good for a lot of things but the main reason i hired him is because he’s a drifter—he doesn’t exist in any sort of data or record, it’s easy to pin crimes on him. and he knows this.”

“too bad for you then.” seungmin said.

“are you still trying to bluff your way by saying that felix is dead? you know that guy never dies right?”

seungmin took out the autopsy file and slid it towards jisung who scanned it tentatively before shaking his head with a small laugh, “this could be fake.”

“what more evidence do you need? my brother almost died!” seungmin lost his cool, surprising hyunjin that such emotion could be taunted out of him.

“i want to see the body.” jisung shrugged.

“fine. confess and i’ll let you.” seungmin tried to strike a deal but jisung just laughed in his face.

“nice try, kim.”

“why me, jisung? why… why would you do that..” hyunjin suddenly started, unable to look the unfamiliar man in the face but he could see him shrug in his periphery.

“no hard feelings, man, you know how family is.” jisung started, “it’s nothing personal against you. it’s your father that started all this.. and what better way to extract revenge than to go through his son?”

“are you doing this because you’re following in your father’s footsteps?”

“you could say that,” jisung shrugged, “or perhaps, you can say that it’s the opposite.”

“what do you mean?”

“with my father in jail, i’m the one left to continue his business dealings as his only child. he built an empire and although the emperor fell, the money will continue. i had to take over, there was no choice. so, i wanted to bail him out so i could buy my own freedom.”

freedom. money. hyunjin knew those feelings all too well. he couldn’t fully blame jisung for his cruelty but the fact that he could do such things without having a heavy heart makes his head pound in pain.

“there were literally other ways you could’ve done that.” seungmin interjected, making jisung glare at him.

“and what would you know about my family?” jisung snarked, “because of hyunjin’s father, our life fell apart, i think what i did to him was mild in comparison.”

hyunjin felt sick at the familiar theme. ruining someone’s life because of intentional sabotage. it was what his father did to jisung’s father, it was what y/n did to him. when will the cycle end?

blinded by fury, destroying everything in his path of toxicity. hyunjin understood very well. it didn’t matter whether or not he was wrong or not, jisung was wronged, and he was the most convenient victim.

when will this vicious pattern of backstabbing and revenge end?

he was in the center of it all, whether hyunjin was at fault or not, he now had the opportunity to cut all these ties, to be the bigger person.

so he did what his heart told him to do.

he stood up from the chair, crossing the table to stand next to jisung before kneeling, putting all of his heart into it as he touched his forehead to the ground.

“please, let’s just stop this.” his voice cracked as he closed his eyes with hope, “i don’t harbor any ill feelings towards you or felix, i just want this to be over, i beg you.”

“hyunjin—” seungmin started, yet he couldn’t put it in himself to stop his friend, hyunjin wanted to do this, and it wasn’t his place to interject.

jisung snickered, bending down to grip hyunjin by the hair so they could face each other eye to eye. “aren’t you a little too pathetic, hwang? the beautiful campus prince going on his knees just to appease me—why don’t i make you lick the ground as well?” a sinister glint danced around his eyes as he stared at hyunjin’s sharp ones.

seungmin was losing his cool, slowly moving his hand to grip a hidden holster.

“kim seungmin, if you pull out that gun, i’m bashing this guy’s head in.” jisung warned, his eyes never leaving hyunjin for a single second making seungmin stop in his tracks, cautiously eyeing the two but hyunjin was strong with his own resolve.

“aren’t you a bit too entitled? do you think it’d make me happy hearing that you’re not mad at me?” jisung taunted, anger filling his veins. “do you know just how much damage you’ve cost in my life?”

“i didn’t cause that, my father did.” hyunjin said between gritted teeth as he tried to swallow away the pain of jisung’s hand in his hair.

jisung snapped, landing a strong fist on hyunjin’s face. before seungmin could react, hyunjin punched him back. blows after blows were landed as the two men engaged in a fist fight, seungmin just sighed, plopping back down in his seat, “take your time.”

sounds of grunts and bones cracking filled the air as punches landed on each other, the room growing heavier in heat by each passing moment because of the fiery spirit of the two fighting it out.

none of them knew how many minutes it’s been, the ground was covered with splatters of blood, cuts and bruises adorned the two’s faces as they gasped on the floor, heaving as they laid on their own pools of red liquid.

“are you done?” seungmin said as he gazed down at the two, they didn’t even notice him leave, only to come back with a first aid kit. he helped hyunjin up before starting to patch him up carefully whilst jisung just watched, still laying on the floor.

“deal.” jisung said suddenly, making the two face him.

“what?” seungmin asked.

“i want to see felix.”

that was all they needed to hear.

perhaps criminals still have weak spots after all.

it took seungmin a few minutes to patch them both up, letting them rest before they hauled jisung at the back of seungmin’s car, blindfolded to be extra careful.

“i’m already turning myself in, why the blindfolds?” jisung asked.

“i’m not taking any chances, han.” seungmin said.

you never really knew how much bullshit was going on in your life until you spent hours just laying down on the bed, staring at your ceiling and thinking, ‘ah, much needed peace and quiet.’

when you moved back home, all you expected to do was breeze past college, perhaps stress about a few projects here and there but definitely not come across a bunch of criminals… and death.

in hindsight, it made so much more sense now as to why jae was always so overprotective knowing that he grew up being aware of a whole different world in its entirety. it made sense why he would be adamant on separating you and bibi away from such heinous events, but at the same time, your older sister was someone who knew how to handle herself well.

hence why you asked to talk to her about it. a soft knock followed by the creaking of your bedroom door snapped you back to the present as you make eye contact with your sister, whom you have called over to meet.

“i haven’t been here in a while, still looks the same,” she greeted as she looked around your room, scrunching her nose at the wave of nostalgia that hit her.

“thanks for coming over.”

she shrugged, “i knew you had a lot of questions.”

“yeah… and now it feels like i don’t have any at all.” you laid back down, trying to organize your thoughts as bibi sat on the edge of your bed.

“why don’t i start then?” she offered, making you nod.

“as you know, i met wonpil when we were all very very young. you were at the kims once again and jae was in the hospital so he couldn’t pick you up, so i did.” she started, “ever since i saw him for the first time, i think i’ve always just had a little crush on him so i tried my best to catch his attention but obviously, i was a child and he was already a grown up in our eyes, even though we only had like what, five years between us.”

you nodded along, listening intently to your sister. you’ve never really pictured her as a lovestruck teen with hearts in her eyes but perhaps wonpil was her very own kryptonite.

“i tried my best to mature—fast, just so i could get even the single chance of him looking my way—and i guess it worked? you know, stay around in someone’s life long enough and eventually, they’ll have no choice but to look at you.” she snickered, reminiscing about the past. “when you left, i realized that our connection really only based around you and jae. he was best friends with our lousy brother and he was kind of like your babysitter—but i had nothing.”

“then how did you start dating?” you asked.

“i confessed, obviously.” she rolled her eyes, as if offended that you’d even ask her such a question. “do you think i don’t follow my own advice about not being a pussy? why do you think it’s my go-to advice for everything?”

“because it worked for you.” you muttered, gaining insight on your sister’s life. though to be fair, as cool as it sounded, it seemed like a philosophy that would only work for someone like bibi. she was steadfast, smart, talented, and beautiful. she could have anything she wanted with one word, and that’s probably where her confidence lies.

“exactly. i was still a minor but we both waited—it’s not like i got everything i wanted in an instant. beautiful things take time.. patience, and a lot of diligence. you won’t get things just by wishing it to exist, you need to really want it and know within yourself that you deserve it.”

“then how did you get caught up in all the… bad stuff.”

bibi hummed, “well, that’s actually one of the problems we faced. it’s one of the things that i had to overcome—wonpil he.. he’s such a doormat, don’t get me wrong, he knows how to be assertive but he’s a huge martyr.”

you laughed along with her as she continued, “when we started getting serious, he started getting scared. at first, i thought it was because him and jae were best friends and at this point in time, he was still mad about it, i really didn’t get it. i thought our brother was just being illogically stupid as usual—until i started noticing that wonpil is always gone, he always has somewhere to be… most of them during at the late hours of the night. so you know what i first thought?”

“you thought he was cheating,” you answered and she nodded.

“so i followed him one night, fully prepared to smackdown some mistress but what i didn’t expect was for him to meet up with brian—”

flashes of memory went through bibi’s brain as she recalled the events to her little sister.

it was a dark, cold night. colder than it had ever been but she persevered. there was no way in hell she was going to go home after following wonpil for hours only to give up once she saw him just casually meeting up with his college friend.

there has to be something fishy going on, especially since they met up in an abandoned building. what if they were actually going to strip clubs or meeting up with hot single chicks in the area—who would suspect an innocent ruined pile of rubble and cement to be a sexy meeting spot?

no one. no one but herself.

bibi wrapped her coat tighter around herself, trying to give some warmth and comfort to her dangerous mission, hoping that perhaps, if she buried herself in more cloth, she’d be less inconspicuous.

too bad she thought wrong.

as she followed the two men inside the building, she failed to take notice of another figure following them from behind.

the two men continued to walk through a dark hallway, barely using any light aside from the glimmer of the night’s moon, bibi immediately hid herself in a nearby corner once she saw them enter through a trapdoor, climbing down a ladder.

she thanked her light footsteps that she was able to follow down with as much subtlety, continuing down the hole until she heard the sound of pained grunts reverberating through a metal door.

bibi wasn’t dumb, she listened well in class so she knew what kind of place this was—or what it used to be. an underground cellar during times of war… what she didn’t know was why her boyfriend was here and what he’s doing.

she peeked through the small crack of the door, thankful that they didn’t close it all the way through, and she almost gasped loudly at the sight of a bloodied man on the floor, brian sitting on a worn down chair that highly contrasted his crisp suit and fine briefcase, wonpil stood at the side, a metal bat adorned with splatters of blood was resting in his hand as he stared daggers at the man.

the same puppy eyes that she loved to look at screamed of danger as he focused on the job. brian was spearheading the confrontation, asking the man about evidence and money and whatnot… at this point, bibi was already too stunned to take in everything all at once as her feet slowly started backing up until her body bumped into something.

she yelped as she heard the cocking of a gun behind her head, making the two men inside aware of a sudden presence, “show yourself.” brian shouted, making bibi slowly turn her head to whoever was behind her.

a large man had a gun behind her head, a dangerous sneer adorning his lips as he showcased his set of yellowish teeth, a glint of corruption in his eyes as he stared down at her. “why don’t you follow his orders, little lady? one wrong move and you’re getting a hole in your pretty head.”

cautiously, bibi obeyed. she turned back and opened the door, slowly revealing herself to those inside. wonpil’s eyes were as wide as saucers as he realized who it was, “hyungseo?! what are you—”

she thought his boyfriend’s eyes couldn’t get any scarier, but boy was she wrong. his eyes dimmed in complete killing intent as he realized what was going on.

“let her go.” his tone was cold and warning but the man behind her simply laughed in mock amusement.

“and what will you do about it? beat me with a bat? boy, your woman would be cold dead on the floor before you could even do something about it.” the man said, but as he was preoccupied, he failed to notice the presence of brian who calmly took out his own gun outside the briefcase.

he clicked his tongue in annoyance as he realized that he had belittled the least dangerous looking one, “it seems we’re at an impasse. state your conditions.” brian said, his gun pointed towards the man.

“we want our boss back.” the man said, pointing towards the pathetic guy bloody on the floor.

“well isn’t that sweet.” brian mocked, “too bad we can’t give him back until he gives us what he owes.”

“what do you need?! money? we can make a deal.” the man propositioned but brian simply clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

“no. we want justice.”

as the man got taunted to anger, bibi felt his grip loosen on her, giving her the opportunity to strike as she immediately turned around to subdue the foe, kicking away his gun and slamming him face down to the ground, “wrong hostage, bitch!” she shouted as she spat on the man who was clutching his stomach in pain.

bibi immediately felt her arm be pulled back by wonpil who kept her by his side, “what are you doing here?!”

bibi rolled her eyes at the most obvious question in the world, “i followed you, duh!”

wonpil held her by the shoulder, shaking her away from such stupidity, “you shouldn’t be here! what if you got hurt, you literally had a gun to your head!”

“so? aren’t you doing dangerous things too? why can’t i?”

wonpil ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “you don’t get it hyungseo, this is my life, okay? i’m used to things like these, you—”

“then i want to get used to it too,” her eyes were as firm as her resolution as she stared straight into wonpil’s eyes… and it was in that moment that wonpil knew he was done for.

his heart was owned by the woman in front of him and he couldn’t do anything about it anymore.

“ew gross, can you guys do that in private.” brian scrunched his nose, gesturing to the current situation they had at hand.

“so you just… forced yourself into his life?” you asked dubiously after bibi’s story and she shrugged.

“kinda. when you love someone so much, shouldn’t you accept every part of them? no matter how bad it is. i wanted to be a part of his life but i knew i wouldn’t be able to if i hadn’t done that.”

you nodded in understanding, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so much love for someone to the same point that your sister had. to ever feel the yearn to be a part of someone’s life, to know everything about them, to share the most intimate details of the way they live. well, maybe you felt it with one person—now you don’t think you do anymore.

“what happened with the car then?” you asked for clarification, still wondering what that plan was all about.

bibi shifted in her seat, sudden guilt flooding her senses as she has now been indirectly responsible for such death. “whenever we make plans, i always do it with confidence, i go forward thinking that everything will work the way i envisioned it to be—never have i expected for the worst case scenario to come.”

“don’t blame yourself, eonnie. it’s just how brian said it, none of us knew this would’ve happened.”

bibi looked up, straight into your eyes, “but that’s not entirely true is it? we both would have known.”

you knew exactly what she was talking about. you were the only two people who have ever talked to jake about it.

“i shouldn’t have told him anything.” bibi groaned in frustration and late regret, “i knew i shouldn’t have… but i knew what it felt like to be on the outside looking in.”

you purse your lips in empathy, your sister was a strong woman, she really was, that’s why she always had it in her to look out for the underdogs. you hoped that this situation wouldn’t rid her of that quality.

“when felix got the heads up from jisung that he got caught, felix immediately fled right into our trap—we made jisung tell him about the car and pretend that he supplied it himself so felix could escape.” you nodded at bibi’s explanation, already heard of this part of the story from jake.

“i didn’t know jake would be there, and i didn’t know what they had talked about… it seems suspicious, that’s for sure. but those blanks in the story… only jake can fill them in.” bibi said, “i’m curious about it too.”

“do you think they were in cahoots?” you asked and bibi shrugged.

“at this point, anything could’ve been possible. but i refuse to believe that jake is a bad person. say what you want about the kims but that darkness that resides within them… they use it for good, never for bad. you would know.” bibi said, making you nod.

seungmin was still mad at you, deservingly so, since you broke his trust. you sighed, feeling bad at the loss of a good friend… but did seugmin feel the same? or does he still feel like you’re a thorn that he finally removed from his life.

“should we… can we go see felix?” you asked your sister and she gave you an ok sign.

“yeah, poor guy doesn’t even have a family to throw him a funeral so brian took care of everything. it’s sort of a secret thing, apparently it’s dangerous for the underground world to know whenever a dangerous fellow dies… stirs up chaos apparently.”

you nodded, it made sense, though you never fully understood the happenings of the world they move in, the least you could do was not question it any further. because unlike your sister, you have no plans mingling with the dark side, nor did you have any reason to do so.

“and where do you think you two are going?” jae showed up by the door, leaving on the frame with his arms crossed. bibi shot him a raised brow.

“we’re paying respect to the dead.”

“don’t you guys think you should stop associating yourselves with this situation any further? a boy just died! a young boy! probably one with hopes and dreams and a future looking forward to him!” jae exclaimed.

as much as you and your sister wanted to roll your eyes at his big brother's sermons, you can’t deny that he was actually right.

criminal or not, there was still so much that felix could’ve lived for… and now he never will be able to. you were sure that every second bibi was reminded of that, she feels the same ounce of guilt each time.

“that’s why we want to see him. for closure.” your sister said, jae just sighed at that, probably giving up since he never had the success of ever winning in an argument against the middle child.

“fine, then after this i’m having a talk with wonpil and brian. you are done.” jae warned bibi. she gulped, nodding reluctantly.

the air was tense as you all boarded the car—again, it was times like these that reminded you how you three haven’t seen each other in years. how you three haven’t really talked or connected that much altogether, it was always you and jae or you and bibi. perhaps it was your turn to connect the two of them now.

“oppa.” you started as jae drove off making him hum in response, eyes focused on the road.

“what? you need money? want me to swerve on a mcdonald’s drive thru?” he joked, finding it odd that you’d call him ‘oppa’. it was rare whenever you’d do so, and it was natural for jae to assume that you wanted something in return because that’s the only time you’d use the honorific.

“no, idiot, i was going to ask a question.” you rolled your eyes.

“shoot.” he simply said.

“bibi eonnie mentioned one time that you couldn’t pick me up from wonpil hyung’s because you were in the hospital… did you get in an accident..?” you asked slowly, jae’s eyebrows shot up, surprised at your choice of question.

“oh? i’m surprised you don’t remember, you used to cry a lot because of it back then.” jae reminisced with a mocking smirk, “i was a sickly child, didn’t you know? had a shit ton of allergies, always had a viral flu, mom and dad even thought that i wasn’t going to live past 15 years old.”

your mouth formed an ‘o’ in realization, remembering now how you’ve always thought that your brother was going to die and leave you.

“so i was always in the hospital, i didn’t even get to go to actual school until i was in high school.” he continued.

when you were younger, the almost 10-year age gap between you and your brother felt like more like twenty years. you remembered thinking that he was an adult and adults doesn’t need to go to school. you never really realized how he was simply homeschooled.

you commend your brother for being such a social butterfly despite growing up so isolated.

“then did you become close to wonpil hyung and brian hyung thanks to high school?”

“well we were all in the same neighborhood so i’ve known him even before i went to school. brian on the other hand… well, funny story actually. i met him face to face in college then we realized we’ve been playing together in this online game we’ve been doing for so long.” he reminisced about a simpler past, and a part of you wished you were old enough to witness it.

“how… how did you know about the crimes then… their secret side or something.” you asked, hoping it wasn’t a touchy subject. though at this point, jae was already accepting of the fact that you’ve all entangled yourself in the mess of the kims, hwangs, and hans, the least jae could do to protect you was to make sure you had the weapon of information in your hands.

“well, you all know about the kim’s household situation, right?” you and bibi both nodded at his question, you remembered how jake opened up to you about their mom in the hospital and how they never really had a dad.

“wonpil pretty much became the breadwinner right away… and for a guy so young to suddenly have to take care of an entire household, things weren’t easy for him. he’s never always been the gentle and responsible professor that you know today. that’s why even though he was a good friend of mine, i wasn’t happy about him and bibi.”

your sister scoffed at the back but jae continued.

“sure, sue me for being cautious and wanting more for my sister and her future. i still love wonpil and i’m glad he’s gotten himself a good profession but that sort of past never truly leaves you, you know? hence why this thing still keeps happening.” jae continued, “but the first time i knew about it was when we were in high school—back then, it was just small dirty work. he was always out late at night, come the morning and he always had bruises all over. he delivers secret packages, sometimes he’s in underground fighting rings, then sometimes when he’s saved up enough of that quick cash from odd jobs, he’d take on a 7/11 cashier role or something that isn’t dangerous. he played a smart game, doesn’t mean it was never risky.”

you both nodded along as jae continued, “but he was always careful not to get hit in the face—that’s how he got his small title actually, ‘the slum prince’—always looking so pretty yet needy. not the best title, he hated it actually, especially since it made him out to be a vain person. he avoided his face getting bruised not because he was a narcissist, he did it because he didn’t want his family to worry—black eyes are always harder to justify after all.”

“what did you do when you found out?”

“i stayed quiet. not because i didn’t care, i was always the one patching him up afterwards but have you ever tried helping out a kim? those guys have pride for days. he keeps talking about little seungmo being prideful but what he refuses to realize is that he’s just as bad at accepting help from others. the only time he ever asked me for direct help was when they almost got evicted.”

you sighed. there was always so much suffering in the world, you were thankful to be in such a privileged situation but it definitely shone a light on how much you were ignorant to. your own friends, they’ve gone through so much hardships, it almost made you tear up knowing how they live life with their chins still held up high, being raised well with a good head on their shoulders. bibi was right, the kims know how to use their bad for good, with what they’ve gone through, it only takes a small misstep for them to end up like jisung or felix.

jisung.

that’s another name you didn’t expect you’d ever regard with such disdain.

you felt chills run down your spine thinking that you were even open to the possibility of ever dating him. thinking about it now, it was no question that he played the manipulation tactic well. it’s so hard to think of jisung as a criminal and not as the sweet, respectful boy that he presented himself to be. your heart hurt, you wanted the best for him, you expected more from him. you actually wanted him to be good.

“has brian always been part of the criminal world?” your sister asked, snapping you away from your solemn thoughts.

jae shrugged, “not really that close to him as much as i am with wonpil but i knew he’s always been very techie with computers, always knows how to access forbidden websites and whatnot. back in college, i do remember him saying that the reason he wanted to pursue law was because being an attorney gave him access to all kinds of powerful people—good and bad. it was a dangerous spot to be in but it was well worth the connections. plus he’s always been a thrill guy. he’s also the one who gave wonpil his ‘job opportunities’ you know the kind.” bibi nodded in understanding.

“but no more of this, ok? i’m not kidding. wonpil himself said that he doesn’t want this kind of life anymore. i know you’re just following him out of—” jae paused to gag, “—love. but if you love someone, you would want their safety in your best interest.”

jake shifted in his bed, memories of the crash plagued his mind as he tried to will himself to sleep, but every time he closes his eyes, the same events keep rerunning behind his lids. a shifting on his arm put him back in the present as he looked down on the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“sorry, did i wake you up?” he asked gently, pushing away the strands of hair from ryujin’s face.

“yes.” she snarkily replied through her groggy voice as she sat up to stare at her boyfriend disapprovingly. “you told me you’d be able to sleep better if i was here.”

jake gave her an apologetic smile, “sorry.”

“when your leg heals completely you’ll be seeing a therapist, aight?”

“yes ma’am.” he gave her a mock salute, making ryujin roll her eyes.

“what would you do without me?” ryujin sighed as she went back on leaning against her lover’s arms.

“i’d probably be dead by now.” jake joked, earning him a smack on the rib from ryujin, he hissed in pain as he laughed, “careful baby please, i haven’t healed completely yet.”

“duh! why did you even do that? why did you have to get in that car and drive that sick son of a bitch—may he rest in peace, of course.”

jake just sighed, couldn’t get himself to say much more than kiss the top of his girlfriend’s head. perhaps he just doesn’t want ryujin to get caught up in this mess, or perhaps he swore himself to secrecy out of respect of the man-to-man conversation that transpired in that death vehicle—

as felix huffed amidst the cold air, he spotted a single sedan parked within the darkness of the night, dimly illuminated by a nearby streetlight. “a bit of a modest car but beggars can’t be choosers.” he muttered to himself as he inspected the vehicle, circling around it.

panic coursed through his veins… jisung was his primary sponsor, can he really just run away like this? especially at a time that he needed him the most?

but jisung has always been the one who called the shots, so if he says that felix should run away, then felix will run away. he has rarely ever questioned jisung’s orders. though a part of his heart pinched at the thought of moving on to his next life—going from job to job, jisung’s gig was the longest thing he had ever committed to in his life. almost three years of partnership which now crumbled down.

felix shook his head at the thought, this was all because han jisung insisted on pretending to be besties with hwang hyunjin. business and friendship is never meant to be mixed, felix knew that from the start. so now that he’s off to the next thing, it’s time to bid han jisung a farewell. it was a shame that he couldn’t do it in person, he could only hope that the money jisung promised him will be safely sent to him.

he needed that money. it was the only reason he accepted his proposition in the first place. if it wasn’t for that incentive, felix never would have worked with a snotty rich snob.

felix checked inside the car for the keys, about to hop on but his gut instinct kicked in, telling him that something felt off.

he checked the backseat to see if someone was going to jump him. nothing.

he checked underneath the car if someone was clinging to it. nothing.

he checked the steering wheel if it was faulty. it was solid.

his eyes roamed around the car, trying to pin down what was wrong until his eyes fixated on the engine. but before he could check, jake appeared from the shadows, making him jump into defensive mode, a hand on his hip pretending that he’ll pull out a gun even if there was nothing there.

“relax, i’m not here to hurt you.” jake raised his arms in surrender, “and i know you don’t have any weapons on you.”

felix looked at him suspiciously but didn’t let on. he remained with the same posture.

“you’re very sharp. the engine’s faulty.” jake confessed making felix raise his eyebrows.

“shouldn’t you be convincing me that everything’s perfectly fine.” felix commented, voice as deep as the ocean, his nerves warning him of imminent danger, “i thought you’re on their side.”

“i’m on my own side.” jake shrugged, smiling as he went closer to felix, not a single ounce of fear in his veins. felix stood up straighter in confusion, watching jake as he went inside the driver’s seat. “i’ve always been the designated driver. have a ride with me?”

felix was confused, oh so confused to the point that he couldn’t say no to this strange boy that shot him puppy eyes, asking him for a ride. it didn’t help that he looked a bit like seungmin, bitter memories flooded his senses so he obliged.

“what do you want?” felix immediately asked as he hopped onto the passenger seat with much hesitation.

jake started driving before he answered, “i’m here to catch you, of course.”

“i thought you were on no one’s side.”

“i’m on the side of justice.” jake shrugged making felix slump in his seat. he felt stupid for even walking into this head first, he didn’t know what got to him. perhaps it was the thought of finally losing his partner that he let his guard down.

rookie mistake. felix immediately regretted it as he looked out the window, considering jumping off.

“i locked the door, you know.” jake said, noticing felix’s demeanor.

“who said i can’t break my way through?” he shot back.

jake ignored him and kept driving, “the car is supposed to malfunction after a few miles, hyung’s guys are waiting there for your capture, in the intersection passed the bridge.”

felix just hummed in defeat, “and so?”

“i’m giving you until that checkpoint to tell me about yourself.”

“will you let me go if i do?” felix asked, a little hopeful.

“no. but it’s good to get it out of your chest, yeah?” jake smiled sweetly, but felix can’t see anything but creepiness on it, especially with how casually he was treating felix in such a situation.

but hey, carpe diem right?

what did felix have to lose at this point?

“jisung hired me back in high school to work alongside him in trying to bail his father out of prison.” felix started, “he wanted to live a normal life and he can’t do that whilst still living in his father’s shadow. but his methods were hella messed up, i think there might be something wrong with him—probably with the way he was raised, give someone so much trauma and their brain can only be stable for so long but hey, i’m not a therapist so i don’t know.”

felix continued, “he wanted to live a normal life, that was what caught my attention the most. this guy who can have anything with the snap of his finger, with riches that can buy him ten islands… he wants to live a normal life. it was irritating, honestly. it sounded so pompous that i spat in his face but he came back with an offer that i can’t refuse.”

“money?” jake asked, felix hummed in agreement.

“money… and the prospect of a new life.” felix confessed, “i don’t want to keep living like this. i wanted to live a normal life as well. that was probably what tied me and jisung together. we were polar opposites yearning for the same thing so why shouldn’t we be on the same side?”

jake just nodded, letting felix speak his truth. “so when he offered me a shit ton of cash and a new identity… i said yes. it was ironic, actually, to start living honestly in a fake identity. maybe that’s why i was doomed to fail, it was an oxymoron, a false dream.”

“is felix even your real name?” jake asked out of curiosity, making the freckled blonde smirk.

“as real as it could be.”

“do you really just want to start fresh? is that why you got yourself in such a big mess?”

felix shrugged, “yeah. i mean, if i could afford living in the first place i wouldn’t be in this situation, but i couldn’t. i was basically a waste of air.”

jake’s heart clenched for the man beside him. he was supposed to go through with the plan but now he couldn’t find it in himself to do so, he gripped the steering wheel, a sudden crossroad in his brain.

should he help felix or should he stay loyal to his family?

before jake could even decide, fate had already answered for him.

life was full of twists and irony… sometimes not the good kind.

“the engine is malfunctioning.” jake said with a shaky breath, feeling the vehicle lose control on his hands.

“what? we haven’t even passed the bridge yet.” felix sat up straight, surveying jake’s features whether he was pulling on his tail or not.

“i slowed down on purpose so you can have your monologue!” jake confessed making felix groan, no matter how much he tried, jake couldn’t pump the brakes.

“what idiot would do that?! are you really seungmin’s brother??” felix panicked as he punched open the wires from within the driver’s side, but how could he fix something that was already tampered with to malfunction? “just crash on the railing.” felix said.

“w-what?! we might fall off!” jake said in a shaky voice, his eyes darting around everywhere.

“would you rather crash in another vehicle? or in a building? or perhaps in a crowded place of whatever blue man group your brother set up?” felix hissed, hoisting jake’s hands out of the steering wheel.

“felix!” he panicked, taking the steering wheel back on his hands as he tried to compose himself. “fine, i’ll try my best.”

felix’s heart was racing as he tried to brave himself for impact, but he’s been in a ton of accidents before.

he can survive this.

right?

has the bridge ever been this long? jake questioned himself as he tried to build up the courage to manually crash. he’s not a good mathematician, he doesn’t know the probability of them staying alive after this but if he could at least maneuver the car in a way that they won’t be hurt as much, then it’ll be a success.

as jake turned the steering wheel, bracing for pain, the last thing he saw was a lot of red, his head searing in pain as his body started to lose all feeling.

the last thing he felt was someone pulling him out of the vehicle before he heard a faint explosion ringing in his ears—

“jake?” ryujin shaked him away from the memories, “dude, hey, are you okay?”

jake blinked back to reality, staring at ryujin’s concerned eyes. “jake, you weren’t all here again.”

“sorry.. i just.. i keep remembering it.”

“maybe you should pay him a visit. try to get some closure.” ryujin said, pulling his boyfriend up.

“but i don’t want to. i don’t want to see my responsibility.”

“you have to, jake. you know it.”

it was already the dead of night when you and your siblings decided to pay felix a visit, what you certainly didn’t expect was for the whole gang to be there.

brian, wonpil, jake, ryujin, seungmin, hyunjin, and jisung.

the last to arrive were you, jae, and bibi.

“this is hella awkward.” brian said with a low whistle, breaking the ice as someone who’s technically an outsider.

everyone involved was in the same place all at once… well, except for ryujin, but she had a slight gist of the situation, knowing how tense the room is.

but they can all forget their rivalries for one night of solemn quiet, to pay respect to the departed.

the chapel was small and chilly, only a few candles surrounding the open casket that jisung was standing next to as everyone else took a seat on the benches.

“i thought it was going to be a closed casket?” hyunjin asked seungmin, making the boy shrug.

“the mortuary makeup and the autopsy was done well.”

everyone lowered their heads out of respect, even jake was still a bit too nervous to stand close to the coffin, especially since he was the last person to ever see the man alive.

it felt like whiplash, to be talking to someone only to stand next to their dead body the next time you saw them.

all because of him too. his little heart couldn’t take it.

“you look better dead.” jisung said bitterly as he leaned on the glass separating him and his partner, taking in every inch of his face that he had memorized due to the years they’ve worked together. “i said i was going to give you a new life, not make you move on to the afterlife.”

everyone felt bad listening in but they also couldn’t help it. you were all so curious about felix and his life… his backstory, and now you get to hear a few words from the person you all know he was closest to.

as close as he’ll ever be to someone.

hearing jisung talk was like hearing someone give a funeral speech about the deceased. he may not be directing the message to the room but it was loud enough for everyone to hear it—

“i finally caught you.” felix slowly turned his head, looking at the homeowner, what he didn’t expect was a teenage boy the same age as him.

jisung looked at the freckled boy in curiosity, he looked young, too young to be a thief. “you’re good, you hide your tracks well and your movements are clean… quiet… trained.”

jisung walked around, yet felix knew his attention was on him, the perpetrator.

“you’ve been stalking around our house ever since my father got jailed. easy target, you thought. now that most of his men got caught too, it’s only me and a few housekeepers who are too dumb to notice that a little cat has been taking a few valuables every now and then. it’s quite impressive, actually.”

felix glared at jisung, “what do you want? just call the police.”

“but that wouldn’t be fun, is it? lee felix, born on september 15, 19 years old, lives in the trailer park, steals for a living, lives for the thrill.” jisung recounted, making felix cringe at how much he knew about him.

jisung stopped pacing around and stopped in front of felix, offering a handshake towards the boy, “i’m han jisung, same age, born a day before you. you’re useful, work for me.”

felix didn’t hesitate spitting on jisung’s face, making him recoil in surprise and disgust.

“dream on, brat.” he walked away, forgetting to steal the golden antique he dropped by for in the first place. he never expected some proposal to come from a normal night of thievery but perhaps he’ll just stop dropping by there. there’s other homes to steal from after all.

han jisung, what an oddball.

whenever he’s not stealing, he’s holed up in some crappy internet cafe within his shitty neighborhood. only a few computers and some jacked up wifi, but what felix loved about this place was the anonymity, it allowed him to access the deepest parts of the web that he won’t be able to do so in a regular IP—

“you can steal AND go to the dark web, you’re more interesting than i thought you would be, felix. you’re more useful than you let yourself on.” felix looked at the reflection of the screen in front of him, irritated to see an out of place han jisung with his crisp-looking school uniform in an otherwise rundown location.

“what do you want?”

“i told you, i want you to work for me.”

“and i told you to go suck a dick and leave me alone.”

jisung pulled a seat to face felix. “5 million dollars.”

felix’s fingers stopped from clacking on his keyboard, ears perking up at jisung’s words, “what?”

“with 5 million dollars you can buy yourself a house, change your name, change your face—or not, it’s up to you. but you can create yourself a new identity and live a comfortable, peaceful life. you can start over.” he started to explain, “it’s also the amount of money i’ll give you if you help me with what i’m trying to accomplish. with the petty thievery you’re doing and the chump change that you get from it, you won’t be done with this lifestyle even when you’re in your late thirties, am i right?”

felix didn’t answer, he started considering it, listening to jisung’s words.

“you and i are the same, felix.”

a few more hours of convincing and felix finally said yes, though a part of him already regretted doing so now that jisung started housing him.

it felt different being in his mansion in the morning, it felt more comfortable at night whenever he dropped by for an antique and peace out immediately.

it definitely didn’t feel like reality when he felt the comfort of a plush mattress for the first time in his life.

“so i was thinking, right,” jisung started as he watched felix fumble with his school necktie, after a couple years of working together, he was the one that suggested felix should start going to college with him as well so that their ‘friendship’ doesn’t look odd. especially after jisung successfully befriended his targets and introduced felix to them.

“what?” felix asked as he gave up on the tie, throwing it in the trash as he just let his buttons remain loose. he wasn’t going to take college seriously anyways, taking the course that looked the most interesting for him: computer engineering, just so he won’t fall asleep in class and get himself kicked out. besides, he might learn a new skill that’s helpful for his ‘career’. especially now that he’s trying to build a new life, a fancy degree might not hurt, it only took jisung a few forged documents and a shit ton of bribery for the university to look past the fact that felix’s credentials looked sus as fuck.

“yongbok.” jisung said with a cheeky smile.

“is that another one of those gross and greasy fried chicken that you like eating so much.”

jisung rolled his eyes, “no, dumbass, it’s a name for your new identity. it means dragon’s scent. i think it fits you quite well.”

“no, it sounds horrible.”

jisung’s mouth curled up in sorrowful amusement as he reminisced about the past, he took one long look at felix’s face, counting his freckles that he knew all too well for the last time before backing away from the coffin with a final smile, “i’m sure you’re doing better now. better than i will be.” he said, wiping a stray tear from his cheek before he faced seungmin once again.

“i’m ready to peace out yo.” jisung said.

“alright, come with us then.” brian stood up, stalking over to seungmin and jisung’s spot as he gave jisung a firm pat on the back, “you��re doing the right thing, boy.”

“is he really going to be locked up?” jake asked his brother softly, “i mean, he already lost a friend besides—”

seungmin interjected, “peace can’t prosper if we keep giving out pity, jake, you should know that by now especially after almost facing death.” he said, giving a small glare in your direction, making you look away in shame as he continued speaking, “besides, we can’t have a dangerous guy like this man roaming around free, who knows what else he might do.”

“i already lost my partner, you really think i’d still be able to do jack shit without felix? you know he did everything for me right?” jisung rebutted, though it’s less to get himself free and more to just stir drama.

“again, we’re not taking chances.” seungmin said, “besides, with guys like han jisung, he’s probably going to rich people prison.”

“what’s that?” jake asked.

brian answered for him, “it means he’d be able to pay a lot of money not to be holed up in a jail cell, he might get off on probation or witness protection and be sent off in some tropical island where he can enjoy himself with a chain on his ankle while attending much needed therapy.”

“is your father in rich people prison too?” jake asked toward jisung, making the man smirk.

“i’ll give you three guesses.”

seungmin rolled his eyes, pulling jisung away, “see, he’s a good-for-nothing crappy guy, take your empathy elsewhere.”

brian walked towards you and your siblings, letting seungmin take jisung to the car so he could bid a small farewell.

“this might be the last time you’ll ever see me again for a long time, i want you to cherish staring at my handsome face.” brian said with a smirk towards jae before they shared a bro hug.

“still shitty as usual, kang, never change.” your brother said to his friend.

brian turned to bibi, “i still remember you two being so disgustingly mushy, you both deserve a peaceful life. you have my word that i won’t contact wonpil with odd jobs, he’s done with that life now.” they shared a handshake, “that being said, i won’t really say no to him if he’s the one reaching out to me with such things.”

he laughed making bibi roll his eyes. she couldn’t rebut though, since like this situation, wonpil was the one who reached out to brian with such a favor—under seungmin’s request, of course.

finally, brian turned to you, “no need to get yourself wrapped up in any more of this mess, y/n, don’t be like your sister, you don’t have to include yourself in illegal dealings just to be with seungmin.” you choked on air as you heard him say the last sentence.

“u-uh what?” you asked, jae and bibi both looking at you scandalously.

at the corner of your eye, you see hyunjin, wonpil, jake, and ryujin turn their attention too.

“oh? i thought you two had a lil something something going on, i mean, with bibi and wonpil… you and seungmin, you know.” brian held his two fingers close together, indicating you and seungmin’s ‘closeness’ but your eyes were as wide as saucers.

“what?! no! we were just friends, oh my god.”

brian tipped his head back in laughter as he misunderstood the situation, “is that so? my apologies then.”

he gave you a pat on the back as he waved one last farewell, bidding a salute at wonpil who was talking to ryujin and jake before going for the door, “live a good life folks.”

“i’m gonna go talk to wonpil,” jae said, excusing himself, bibi followed him along, looking at you to see what you’d do but you were already on the door, following brian’s trail to meet up with the three.

“wait!” you shouted as you watch seungmin stash jisung at the back of his car once again.

“y/n, what’s up?” brian said, about to get into the driver’s seat. seungmin just looked at you in confusion but his mild anger was still there as he refused to address you.

“can i have a word with him, one last time?” you asked them both and brian shrugged.

“be my guest,” he said as he motioned for you to get in the car as he backed away to give you some privacy, seungmin did the same but you can see them still keeping an eagle’s eye on the man.

you went inside, making jisung scooch to give you some space, “hey baby, are you going to confess your undying love for me and bust me out?” he greeted with a sleazy smirk making you scrunch your face at him.

“oh my god, is this really how you’re like?” you said in disbelief, the image of a sweet boy-next-door gone for good as he gave you a lazy shrug.

“what can i do for you, y/n.”

now that you faced him, you didn’t really know what to say.

perhaps you just wanted to see for yourself what kind of man han jisung truly is.

“did you actually ask me on a date because you liked me or were you just trying to mess with hwang hyunjin.” you asked boldly making him shoot his eyebrows in surprise.

he definitely didn’t expect that.

he leaned back on the seat, staring straight into your eyes, “well you’re definitely cute and interesting, i’ll give you that. but one thing you’re misunderstanding is my capacity to feel.”

he leaned closer to your face, making you back away slightly in nervousness, “i don’t have it in me to like anyone, y/n, not when i’m the way that i am.” he said before going back to his original position away from you.

“what are you saying? don’t you like felix? you seem pretty attached.” you said remembering the single tear he shed, but he still shrugged, keeping a cold exterior on display.

“i lost a good asset, that’s all.”

“i guess this is goodbye then.” you said with a small sigh, taking in jisung’s features one last time, giving up on trying to crack his tough exterior. maybe there really wasn't anything more to him.

“maybe in a different life, we could’ve worked,” jisung said with a small smirk, “cheesy, right? i’ve always wanted to say that.”

you rolled your eyes at him but he turned to you once again with a serious expression, “serious advice, y/n, why don’t you try confronting hwang hyunjin for once.”

“what’s up with that.” you asked in bewilderment at the sudden ludicrosity he just said.

“because the world is a big and scary place. whatever it is that you’re holding against him, in the grand scheme of things, it’s all just nothing.”

“i don’t get you. i thought you didn’t know anything about me and hyunjin?” jisung laughed at your question.

“do you really think i don’t know anything, y/n?” he asked, making you shut up.

of course he knows everything.

if felix did, he certainly did too.

“the moment you gave me your number, it was game over.” jisung stated, “how do you think felix knew about this candy and choco thing?”

“you gave him my number and then he saw the one on hyunjin’s phone..” you said slowly, connecting the pieces all together.

“smart girl, try coming to that conclusion faster next time and you’ll save yourself a lot of trouble. maybe you'll even learn not to give out as much information about yourself to other people too."

“why are you telling me all of this?”

jisung sighed as he gave you a soft smile, “because in the grand scheme of things, maybe sometimes i want to do something good too.”

those were the last words you two shared before they all drove away to capture jisung for good.

as you watch the vehicle disappear in the horizon, you felt a piece of your heart shatter knowing that your life will never be the same after this experience.

but perhaps there was something to learn in jisung’s words.

with the universe so big, should you really let such petty fights keep you from making meaningful connections?

you reminisced about your conversations with candy, and now putting a face onto that person.. as well as a name.

hwang hyunjin.

now that you were certain that he was the anonymous friend you’ve been talking to, it was hard not to see him in a better light.

if you two could make a meaningful connection and be open to each other as strangers, why can’t you two do it all over again?

besides, there has to be a reason why jae immediately started to be more lenient towards him, right?

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synopsis: long time rival hwang hyunjin has been the bane of your existence for as long as you can remember. thank god your secret anon textmate always has your back— sweet, caring, and good with words. definitely not like hwang at all.

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