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AM Conversations : chapter 20

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -3.9k. -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 20 : His chapter

NIALL

When Olivia left, I waited for Maya to show up. I decided to invite her home but as I was waiting for her, I changed my mind and decided that maybe it was a mistake. I didn't want to give her the wrong impression and I also didn't want to be stuck with her. It was too late though and the more I thought about what she had done, the angrier I was getting. When the doorbell rang, I literally jumped off my couch and ran to the door.

There she was, on my porch, with a large smile gracing her lips, and it made me realize I would literally have to break her heart. I breathed in and sent her a polite smile before moving out of her way.

"Come in." I simply said as she walked inside.

Her eyes lingered on all the bags still laying in the lobby and I noticed she frowned but I just closed the door and walked past her to reach the living room. I moved my hand to show her the couch and I waited until she was sitting down to take a seat on an other couch but still close to her. We remained silent for a few minutes and I looked at her as her eyes roamed around the room.

"Where is she?" she asked without looking at me.

"Who?" I frowned.

"Olivia."

I felt surprised that she asked but I didn't know what to answer. Was that a question I was required to answer? I shook my head slightly but she finally turned back to look at me, sending me a weird look. She looked a mix of pissed and hurt and I was not sure I really understood her reaction until she talked again.

"Before we left, you told me you wanted to be alone." she added, explaining her question. "But her stuff is in the lobby. Why did you lie to me, Niall?"

I was flabbergasted by her reaction and at the same time, I was getting pissed. I didn't understand exactly what gave her the right to act possessively with me but I was clearly beyond annoyed.

"That's why I asked you to come here."

"So you're breaking up with me? For her?"

I made a grimace and shook my head.

"Wait, what?"

i didn't understand how she came up to that conclusion and I frowned more, trying to remember the conversations we had had in the past few days. I didn't remember that seeing a girl would bring all of these problems but I knew it did. It reminded me most of the girls I used to date before and how hard it was every single time because of the friendship I had with Olivia. I used to get so many questions, get into so many arguments... I knew it would be different if my best friend was a guy but that fact that she was a girl made all of my relationships so fucking complicated. The only exceptions were girls like Heidi, who didn't see any competition when they looked at my best friend. Perhaps that was why she was the only one I still had something going on with.

"You said you didn't feel like hanging out, yet you're hanging out with her." she repeated. "She's not only your best friend, right? She's not really dating Harry?"

I took a big breath and brought my hands to my face before rubbing my eyes. I was so tired of people expecting Liv and I to be in love, so tired to have everyone telling me how I supposedly feel, so fucking tired to argue and fight about it... I was not in the mood to repeat over and over again that we were just friends and that it wasn't anyone's place to decide for us what our relationship consisted of. Plus, I was already mad at Maya for that stupid picture she posted online and that was the only thing I wanted to address at this moment.

"I am not dating Liv, she's my best friend. You know that."

"Yea, I know that the first time we almost had sex, you left when I was half naked to go take care of her. I know that you and her are close, maybe even too close, for friends. And I know that earlier you told me you didn't want to be around people yet you invited her here."

The memory of that time, a few months ago, when we almost fucked, came back to my mind. I swallowed hard at how wrong it sounded the way she just explained it and I knew I should feel guilty but I didn't. I was fine with leaving her there and yes, maybe I had just changed my mind about wanting to have sex with her but everyone makes mistakes, right? At that moment, leaving seemed like the best solution and I couldn't pretend that running away didn’t seem like a great solution to escape this ridiculous discussion, too.

"I didn't ask you to come here to talk about Olivia!"

"I don't care, Niall, I came here to make love, but clearly now i'm not in the mood anymore."

She inhaled angrily and got up, making me do the same quickly.

"I didn't invite you here to fuck, Maya!" I let out a bit too loud. "I asked you to come here about this!"

Roughly, I brought my phone closer to her face where the picture of us was posted. Her gaze moved from mine and down to the screen of my phone before her face softened slightly, turning into a guilty look.

"I thought we were dating." she explained so low I barely heard.

Her words made me even angrier than I already was and I swallowed hard all the rude words I wanted to tell her. I was not an angry person normally but in the past few days, it seemed like everything annoyed me and I became way more impulsive than my personality normally shows.

"You know damn well we're not dating, Maya." I let out in a lower tone, trying not to sound too mad. "I said I wanted to try. I said we'd start with a date."

"We kissed, too. And held hands... I thought-"

"I know." I cut her quickly, watching her facial expression turn into sadness. What was it with me, recently? Why did I hurt everyone? "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression but you need to delete this picture."

She scoffed and shook her head, avoiding my eyes and I could feel the pain emanating from her body, making my anger decline slightly. I didn't want to hurt her but at the same time, we really needed to make things clear about how we felt and what we expected from this relationship.

"Do you know how many times this picture has been liked, Niall?"

I sighed loud and rubbed my eyes again, letting out a short groan. I didn't know but I could certainly take a good guess. I was also aware that someone probably took a screenshot of it in the next few seconds after it was posted. I hadn't taken the time to look at the comments but I could bet there were many and I wasn't too sure I wanted to read.

"Take the picture off." I asked again, feeling defeated. "Or at least, change the damn caption, Maya."

It took her a while but eventually, she rolled her eyes and took her phone in her purse. I waited impatiently as she typed on her phone and with a sigh, she looked up at me.

"I deleted it."

"Thank you."

I was not sure why but it felt like a weight had been taken off my shoulders and I closed my eyes. I felt lighter, like half the stress I had had just disappeared. My whole body relaxed and it's when I realized how tensed I had been. When I opened my eyes again, Maya was throwing back her phone in her purse, making sure our eyes didn't meet.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I just asked in a calmer way as she shook her head.

"Not now, Niall." she admitted, passing a hand in her hair nervously. "I need time."

"I think we need to clear up what this relationship is exactly." I insisted.

This time, she looked up right in my eyes and I knew that if looks could kill, i'd be a dead man. As I stared back at her, I realized that all these problems and fights were definitely not worth the relationship we could have and the thought made me feel guilty as shit. She stood there in front of me, extra gorgeous and fucking sexy, and I couldn't feel an ounce of regret at the thought of stopping things with her immediately. Even the way she was angrily looking at me should have been some sort of a turn on but I felt nothing and I had no idea why.

"We don't need to clear up anything, Niall." she let out harshly, putting the strap of her purse on her shoulder. "You were very fucking clear."

We stared at each other in silence for about a minute and I knew that her irritated expression hid something else, I could read it in her eyes. She expected me to say something, beg her to stay, tell her I have feelings for her... I knew it. I just didn't want to say these things and lie to her. For a few seconds, I saw sadness in her eyes but she quickly shook her head and pressed her lips together.

"Goodbye, Niall Horan."

I was almost expecting her to add something like 'I hope your dick gets bitten off by a wild animal’ but she just walked past me quickly as I stood there motionless and powerless to the whole situation. Did we just 'break up'? How can you break up with someone you weren't even dating? I shook my head to get out of my thoughts and ran behind her until the front door.

"I'm sorry!" I let out. "Are you still in for that double date?"

She stopped dead in her track and stayed without moving for a while, her back facing me, as i held the side of the door, keeping it ajar. She seemed to hesitate as I asked myself internally why the hell I had just asked that. It's not that I didn't want to try with her, it's just that clearly, we were on a different page. She wanted something steady and I just wanted to have fun.

She finally turned around slowly and I raised my eyebrows.

"!'m sure Liv and Harry are still up for it." I let out, shrugging one of my shoulders.

"But she-"

"She's my best friend." I explained a bit louder, cutting her. "Just my best friend."

I watched as her shoulders fell and she closed her eyes with a sigh. I was not sure why she wanted to try again, or why I even proposed it to her but I felt bad for hurting her and I didn't know how to make things better. The small smile she sent me proved that I did the right thing.

"Alright, call me."

The left corner of my lips raised up and I nodded.

"Sure will." I promised with a small wave.

I was a bit surprised when she blew me a kiss but I sent her a bigger smile and waited until she got in her car and drove away to get back inside and close the door behind me. I breathed in deeply, closing my eyes and leaning against the door before sighing loud. Once again, I felt like I took a wrong decision but if i wanted to be honest, it felt like a recurrent thing these day. I was trying to make Maya happy, to respect Harry and Liv's relationship, to convince everyone that Liv was just my friend and to keep all my bitter remarks to myself. I hit my head gently against the door a few times and groaned, searching for my phone in my pocket.

'I'm done. Come by whenever you want.'

I quickly hit send, not really expecting my best friend to run by my side unless it didn't go well with Harry but I still waited a few minutes against the door, trying to convince myself to move. I ended up back on the couch, laying down, scrolling through social medias when I really shouldn't. I wanted to know who had seen the picture Maya had posted and what everyone was saying but at the same time, I didn't want to.

I went back to the picture Harry had posted on instagram and my eyes caught the name of my best friend in the comments. I couldn't stop myself from reading what people had written and I felt my heart twist in my chest. I was not the kind of person to let what people say affect me but some of these comments could really put me in a bad mood, sometimes.

'Harry is dating Olivia????'

'!!!!! look how he's nuzzling her hair !!!'

'this makes me want to puke'

'I ship it!'

'I was so sure she and Niall would end up dating why is she with Harry and why is Niall with that girl?'

'IS HE DATING HER??? IS SHE A MODEL?'

'OMFG SHE'S SO PRETTY!'

'he's hot and she's hot'

'wow big surprise he's now dating a model 🙄 so predictable'

'i hope she dies'

'you guys need glasses that girl is fucking ugly'

'😭😭😭😭'

'Niall and Olivia are literally my OTP this is so fucking sad'

I blinked a few times, staring at the last comment and decided to open google to search for that term I didn't understand. Most of the reactions were not surprising but the comments about my best friend and I made my heart sink in my chest. Clearly, we were doing something wrong if everyone, including people who didn't know us, thought we had feelings for each other.

"One true pairing." I read outloud.

It took me a few seconds to realize what it meant and I cursed low, shaking my head with a sigh. After all this time being friends with Olivia, we had some random people wishing -and expecting!- us to end up together. I placed my phone on my chest and closed my eyes, trying to think of which comments seemed more off to me. The ones about me dating Maya, or the ones about me being meant to be with Liv.

I let my mind wander on some of the memories we had and it made me smile. I couldn't deny that we had amazing chemistry and that we understood each other like no one else did but at the same time, isn't it a fun part of starting a relationship? Getting to know each other? There were definitely some things I didn't know about her but I knew a whole lot and I was wondering if it would make things boring or monotone to date my best friend. There was one thing I didn't know about her but just thinking about it reminded me of my dream and I closed my eyes even tighter, trying to get rid of the images flooding my brain. There was also that time when I caught her masturbating a few days ago that seemed to appear in my mind randomly and although I had found it funny at first, now I couldn't help but wonder why the hell I remembered it so clearly and intensely.

I felt myself get harder in my pants and groaned, annoyed by how easily I was turned on. It was not like me to get hard with random thoughts, especially not about my best friend, and I sighed, passing my hand in my hair, irritated by my own behavior. I heard the doorbell ring and with a lot of effort, I jumped off the couch and walked to the door.

My heart jumped in my chest when my best friend's smiling face appeared behind it and I didn't know why. After all, I did expect her, but maybe the fact that I had been thinking about her naked only a few seconds before she got here was embarrassing me slightly.

"Oh, hey."

Her smile fell a bit and she scoffed, pushing my shoulder jokingly.

"You're the one who told me to come back here." she explained, raising her eyebrows. "I can leave if you want."

"No, no it's not you." I groaned. "Wasn't pleasant with Maya, t's'all."

I saw her frown but she took a step inside and I sighed again, turning around and walking back to the living room. I lied back down and closed my eyes again but I felt her push my legs to sit next to me.

"You're a paiiiiin in my ass." I let out dramatically but jokingly.

"But you wouldn't be happy without me."

"That's right." I confessed with a sigh, searching for her arm and pulling on it when I finally found it. "Come here."

I felt half her body laying on mine and she moved, trying to find a better way to lay with me. She ended up holding herself on my stomach and I groaned again when she hurt me a bit.

"Ouch?"

"Sorry!"

She ended up laying on her side next to me, her arm around my chest and mine around her shoulders. We remained like that for a few minutes until she finally talked.

"Is it weird that we cuddle like that?"

It took me a few seconds to understand what she said but I finally opened my eyes and turned her way, my face in her hair and a lock of it sticking to my lips. I didn't want to answer because I didn't know what to answer. I wanted to say no, and if she had asked me that a few months before, that would have been my answer. But now, everyone seemed to say that things had changed and that our friendship was not normal. Some people even wanted us to be together, which was a new thing for me and kind of hard to assimilate. I was not lying to myself and I had no idea why everyone thought so. I had a few moments of weakness where I actually lusted my best friend, big deal.

"We've always cuddled like that." I just replied, pointing out the obvious.

She looked up in my eyes and I sent her a smile. I was not sure if it was fake or not but she answered it and after a while, I tapped her arm a few times and sat up.

"Come on, I'll prepare some food for us, what do you say?"

She followed me to the kitchen and reached for the fridge, opening it and bending down to take a look inside. My eyes fluttered close and I groaned again at the sight, deciding I had been abstinent for way too long if I was about to think about sex every single time my best friend was bending down. I couldn't get hard whenever I saw some skin, I was not 16 anymore, and the whole thing sounded so juvenile that I was starting to be mad at myself.

"Pancakes night." I just said, trying to think about something else than how horny I was.

She giggled and I opened my eyes again, noticing she was holding the milk and flour in her hands. I smiled back and shrugged, not really surprised we had thought about the same thing. We started preparing everything and without any surprise again, she dropped an egg on the floor and spilled floor over it. I hated messes, that was a fact, but watching her face all white with powder as she tried to clean her mess was more endearing that I could admit.

"You're such a clumsy ass." I chuckled, bending down to help her.

"Yea, and you're an asshole." she joked, avoiding my eyes as she used a paper towel to clean the egg. It escaped her fingers and she cursed in a whisper.

"Actually, Maya said-"

"Maya can go fuck herself."

We both stopped moving at the same time, startled by her harsh words and I moved my head up very slowly to look at her. Her lips were parted and I could even swear I saw her bottom one shake slightly.

"I mean..."

Her words lingered in the air, turning the atmosphere upside down until she sighed and closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I know you and her have something going on but I just, I don't know. She gives me a bad vibe."

I raised my eyebrows in shock realizing she felt for my sort-of relationship exactly what I felt for her sort-of relationship. It was weird and sad at the same time, especially that we both seemed to enjoy each other's company more.

"You and Harry give me a bad vibe too."

She looked up and her eyes met mine. I didn't know why my heart jumped in my chest again but it did and I just accepted it.

"I know."

We stayed motionless for a while but eventually, we finished cleaning and kept on cooking in silence. It's only when we sat at the table to eat that I dared to look at her. She was sitting besides me and I poured some syrup on my pancakes as she was grabbing the butter, spreading some on hers. She looked sad and I hated it. All I wanted was to see her smile again. i dipped one of my fingers in the syrup and quickly wiped it on her cheek. She held her breath as I started laughing and she finally turned to me, sending me angry eyes. I knew she wasn't really mad but the sight was hilarious and I laughed again.

"Oh hey, Liv, you’ve got something on your cheek." I chuckled, getting up. "Let me help you with it."

Quickly to make sure she didn't have time to react, I bent down and licked her cheek, making her scream in a high-pitched voice. I burst into laughter again as she rubbed her hand on her cheek. I let myself fall on my chair again and when I opened my eyes, she was smiling widely at me.

"Just for that smile, it was worth it."

Her eyes softened and her smile turned into a fond one. At that exact moment, I would have given anything to find out what was going on in her head but I just reached for her hand and squeezed her fingers.

"Come on, eat." I proposed, moving my chin her way.

She reached for the bottle of syrup and put it out of my reach, making me laugh again. I didn't want to hear about what happened between Harry and her, and I didn't want to tell her about Maya and I's conversation. All I wanted was to spend time with her, pretending no one else was important. I just wanted to pretend things were exactly the way they were a few months ago because If I wanted to be honest, that's precisely how I thought things should be: me, her, and no one else.

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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The time in Summervale: 2

Warning: none

Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy, fluff, angst

People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), ruthy (maid), jakob (duke of linwyn), christopher (prince of linwyn)

Words: 3,560

Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents?

Authors Note: sorry if i havent posted in a while or posted this in a while ive just been very busy but im glad i found the time to write this cuz this is like my bby. i worked hard on this idea and the writing. i love how this is going the pace and everything lol this reminds me of the choice game. i hope u guys like this and im sorry if this sucks as always i got my inspiration from this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles

“Come again I think I misheard you.” You gulped as you wish this was a nightmare and soon you would wake up.

“I think you heard me right. Today you are meeting your future husband. Prince Jakob, Duke of Linwyn. You met him before.”

“When? Wait that doesn’t even matter-”

“When you were about six years of age. I understand that was when you were a very young girl but you and him played for ages and you both looked so lovely together. This has been my dream ever since that day.”

“It may be your dream but not mine,” you muttered under your breath.

“Oh well please do speak up y/n you know I hate the mumbling.”

“I don’t even remember him! You never even asked me if this is what I wanted. Never got my input on the matter.”

“That is where you are wrong. I did too ask you. A few months ago during dinner I had asked you about him and you seemed to agree to the marriage.”

“Blast my stupid mind. Why must I always day dream?” You probably were thinking about inventions at the time of this conversation and did not remember it.

“Besides it is not your decision whether you marry or not and to whom you marry. It is your parents. That is how me and your father came together. It was an arranged marriage but as you can see me and your father are very happy and we love each other.”

“You two were the lucky ones. I know how this ends mother, and it is heart ache and despair. It is pain and sorrow. To put two people together that know nothing about each other is wrong. It will end in failure.”

“That is why your job as a woman and future wife is to make sure this marriage stays in place and lasts. You do what it takes.”

“So if this marriage fails it is my fault? And the whole world sees it that way?” You were flabbergasted to hear such horrid rules as a woman in royalty.

“Please sit my dear.” You did as your mother said and sat back in your vanity chair. “I know you are frightened as I was too but when you meet him you are going to never be apart. He is a good man and I know he is going to love you unconditionally.”

You felt like weeping right there. You didn’t want a husband. Maybe later but not in the prime of your life. You were still deciding on what purpose do you have in this life. It was too much. Your lips quivered, “mother I don’t want to get married. I do not know this person can’t you understand my side and let me choose who I want. Can’t you wait and let it be my decision. Please.”

Athela kissed your cheek, “I’m sorry but what’s done cannot be undone. He will be here any minute so please get ready. Ruthy make sure you cover those scars on her face, they are very ugly. Y/n, why have you not been using the creams I have given you?”

A tear fell down your cheek, you felt miserable. “I am not sure mother.” Your voice came out almost like a whisper.

“Well make sure you use it 3 times a day now that Prince Jakob is coming, we do not want him running away now.” She chuckled as she left your room.

You were used to this treatment and feeling unloved. You kept things bottled up inside never letting it spill. Your emotions were always hidden. You built a dam for your tears.

“My apologies your grace,” Ruthy said.

“I tried my hardest and did not succeed. That will forever be my greatest regret.” You stared at your reflection, hating what you saw. You were starting to feel disgust when you looked at your scars and bumps that littered your face. Not only that but you were hating what you were. You were being forced into something you did not want to do. You were letting yourself be dragged into this mess and you didn’t even put up a fight. This is your life, you were going to be stuck with a stranger for the rest of your life and there was nothing you could do. You - like many other times - hated your name and the royalty and wished it would all disappear.

“Why don’t I run you a bath? Maybe that will relax you a little,” Ruthy suggested.

As she was finished with that you got undressed and stepped inside. Goosebumps ghosted up your thighs, your stomach, breasts and arms. Even though you did enjoy a good bath it still didn’t make things any better. You sank yourself into the water, forgetting - just for a second - about all your worries. Ruthy washed out your hair and assisted you in getting dried. Again you sat on the vanity chair and Ruthy put powder all over your face adding extra to make sure everything was covered like your mother said. Your skin looked flawless and although you wished you looked like that it was not the truth.

“Now what to do with this hair?” Ruthy thought for a moment then snapped her fingers. “I have just the thing.” She brought back a diamond clip to scrunch up your hair. She put your hair up. Trying to cover the fact that a piece of your hair was shorter than the rest. “There we go. Good as new.”

“It looks beautiful Ruthy. Thank you.” You had wished Ruthy was doing your hair for maybe a cake ball or a convention about flowers but instead this was for meeting your future husband.

“Now, this is the dress her royal highness wanted you to wear.” Ruthy picked up a voluptuous dress that laid on your bed. It was silky and the color of baby pink. To your mother it was angelic, to you it was ghastly.

“Oh dear what an ugly looking dress.”

“Your Grace, maybe you should give it a try. Everything on you looks beautiful even if it is ugly.”

“Thank you Ruthy, you always know what to say about a terrible situation.” With the help of Ruthy you managed to slip the dress on. Everything was tight and in place. It looked as if you were to be married today.

You heard trotting of a horse and carriage nearby and you looked out your window. “Here they are.” You said in a monotone voice not even a little excited about your demise.

“Oh alright now remember your Grace to stand straight with your head held high! This is your moment to shine. You are going to remember this for the rest of your days!” Ruthy panicked but you can tell she was ecstatic for you. It seemed like this was for her rather than you. “Let us go!”

Ruthy walked out the room in a haste while you paused to take a look at your mixer on your desk. “You could of been my ticket out...”

“Y/n! Y/n! Where are you?” Edward, your father called out. His head looking every which way.

“I’m here father.” You walked behind Ruthy to finally greet your parents after the morning fiasco.

“Look at you my dear angel. How is your hair?”

“Well the mixer took one piece away but the rest is there.”

“Oh look at her Edward doesn’t she just look like a gem,” your mother gasped in awe. “I knew this dress would be perfect for this occasion.”

“I am very happy you all are having fun,” you said sarcastically.

“Aw cheer up dear,” Edward rubbed your cheek. “I hear this lad is very smart and a charmer. All the ladies fall for him.”

You rolled your eyes as the servants opened the door to your residence. It moved slowly because of its length. It was an enormous door that when closed sounded like thunder. It was a cream color with gold engraved in it. The large door opened and your parents walked with you in the middle.

“Smile or else,” Athela gritted through her teeth. She along with your father wore big smiles. You faked yours. Seeing the norm in this facade.

You all stood by the carriage awaiting.

“Are they ever going to come out?” You whispered in turn getting a slap on your arm from your mother.

The valet hopped out of the carriage and held onto the door but first he had to announce them. “Prince Jakob, Duke of Linwyn.” The valet opened the door and out came a tall, young man with brown hair. He came out of the carriage, buttoned his coat and looked up into your eyes. His eyes were light and looked so young and full of life. His lips were full as they formed into a smile. He had these boyish charms and a look of innocence yet sexuality. He was handsome! You were a bit taken back.

“See I told you he was cute,” Athela chuckled.

“Christopher Friss, Prince of Linwyn.”

“His father? I did not know his father was coming here too.”

“Of course. He needs to see if you are a good match for his son. Besides we have been friends with him forever.” Athela nodded her head forward.

Out came this taller man that was thicker in size. His hand that grasped onto the size of the carriage was big and had veins that were visible from working hard. His clothing style was impeccable. His hair was a light blonde but also with a hint of salt and pepper colors, slicked back and in a pony tail. His neck was thick like bark and his face was obviously older than his son. His strong, brown eyes looked at you and you were blown away. You could barely breathe and you didn’t know if this was from your corset or how he was looking at you. Your eyes widened and your lips were parted. You were bashful at seeing how handsome this man was. In that moment you wondered what his lips would feel like since you never kissed any one before. You were so innocent compared to him. He looked like he had been through war, he’s been through life, through the challenges. His tall body loomed over his son and the rest. You pushed back your hair as it became very hot in that moment. The Prince smiled as well. It was like floating on a cloud but then reality was setting in and you hated this moment. Your smile died and became a frown. In no way did you want this!

“Welcome, welcome old friends! You remember me and my wife?” Edward pointed to his wife. Jakob and Christopher greeted Athela. “And here is my daughter, Princess y/n, Duchess of Summervale.”

You took a step forward. “Hello your Grace, your Royal Highness. Please forgive me that I do not remember a lot of you two, but I hope we can make fond memories here.”

Jakob took a bow and kissed your hand, “pleasure to meet you after so long.”

“Welcome.”

Next came Christopher, the father. He was a tower compared to you. You had to look up to meet his eyes. Christopher took a bow and kissed your hand. It sent sparks coursing through your veins. He looked like a beast amongst you. You on the other hand looked like a little, fragile bird. You curtsied. “My, you have grown y/n.”

“Hopefully better but who knows,” you giggled at your own joke knowing you were much more prettier in the youth than now.

Christopher smiled, “you have grown into a beautiful young lady. Thank you for letting us into your home.”

You bit your lip as your eyes met the floor, too shy to greet his. He noticed this and his smile grew wider to something sincere.

“It is a great honor to have you here, Sir,” your voice sounded like a song to Christopher’s ears. A spark was sent off within him as well hearing you call him sir. It was your duty and his title but coming from you meant more to him. The time away from your mother and father was getting to become too long and the quiet seconds went away silent and very awkward.

“Y/n?” Your mother, Athela, called.

“Yes mother,” you twirled back to your place beside your two strict parents.

“Sweetheart,” Athela’s eyes kept going back and forth between Christopher’s, Jakob’s, and Edward’s. “Address our guests.”

Your father, Edward, grumbled, “yes, yes, yes. Please let us have lunch in the dining room.”

“We would gladly love that,” Jakob grinned whilst looking at you.

Athela made you stand by Jakob so you two lingered behind the group while the ‘adults’ talked.

“My, it really is a great pleasure to meet you after all these years.”

“Please Jakob my name is not my its y/n. Do remember who you are going to have lunch with,” you joked. Sending him into a fit of laughter.

“You have not changed one bit.”

“Sh*t! Do I still look like a 5 year old?”

Jakob’s eyes widened with you cursing. It was not in a duchess nature to curse.

“Please do not tell my mother, she would practically kill me.”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

What you didn’t notice though was the way Christopher lit up with hearing you curse.

“I’m glad we have many days to be together. I want to know all about you.” Jakob played nervously with his fingers.

“I do not think so.”

“Of course I do. I want to know your hobbies. What makes you smile? What’s your favorite book? I want to know everything about you, I mean you are to be my wife. We should know our deepest, darkest secrets.”

“Oh dear you are not going to be amused with my answers. I am really normal and plain once you scrub off the whole duchess thing.” You passed the huge statue of your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather, phew. Passed the many, wide stairs that led to all the different types of rooms. Passed by the ginormous chandelier that looked like you grasped onto stars from the sky and planted them in your house. And walked onto the soft, dark red carpet leading into the dining room.

Jakob sat beside you while Christopher sat in front of you and your mother sat beside you while your father sat beside Christopher. He gave you a half smile as you sat. You were too busy looking at his perfect, handsome complexion you knocked the cup of water that was left for you. The coldness dripped down your dress and soaked it. You tried your napkin but it was soaked as well. Athela rolled her eyes at your clumsiness. You were terribly embarrassed!

“Here let me help you with that,” Jakob picked up your drenched napkin and started dabbing away at your dress. No one has touched you there before. Your face was becoming hot. You looked to see Christopher walking to the situation, angrily snatching the wet napkin from his son and giving you his dry, napkin.

“What was that about? I was only trying to help.”

Christopher glared at his son and with a low voice said, “you don’t ever touch her like that without her permission. She is a lady, you show her respect.”

You kept quiet and pretended you didn’t hear a thing. “Thank you,” you whispered to both men. Christopher handed you sweetly his cup of water.

“I am very sorry, your Royal Highness.” Edward said. “My daughter is very clumsy. Why this morning she was trying to-”

“Bread!” You yelled.

Everyone looked at you oddly but you were trying to dodge the morning fiasco.

People were eating, talking, getting down to business but all you wanted to do was think of a new invention. There has to be something out there that you could invent that could change someone’s life.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart,” Athela snapped her fingers to disrupt your day dreaming. “Tell them that one time you matched your best friend and that handsome very tall prince together. You were a match maker.”

“That was only one time mother. They were all over each other even before I suggested the thought of them being together.”

“But you still purposed it. Our daughter loves that stuff. Loves love and romance and marriage.”

You felt like shouting and disagreeing with your mother but what was done was done. You didn’t understand love since you didn’t truly feel it and you for one did not want to get married.

“Don’t you dear?”

You nodded as you played with your food.

“Tell them what you like, my love,” Athela tapped your shoulder.

With excitement running through your veins you almost squealed at that question, “oh where do I start! I love inven-”

Athela stomped on your toes and frowned at you. She hated when you talked about your love for inventing. She thought it was a waste of time and very unattractive.

Christopher looked worried as he knitted his brows.

“I love...makeup and beauty. My hobbies are shopping and buying,” you said with a drag.

“Oh my dear y/n you are just a doll,” Athela tapped your chin to sit up straight so as not to have a double chin.

“Jakob why don’t you tell duchess y/n about your love for traveling?” Christopher said while dabbing his mouth.

Jakob sipped his tea, “yes, indeed. My hobbies are traveling. I love going to different places, its like going to new worlds. Its so unique and inspiring others cultures.”

Your eyes lit up hearing his adventurous life style, wishing it was you. “Really? I never knew this. Where have you been?”

“I’ve been to Africa, China and many more. Every place I’ve been to has been so beautiful.”

“Wow.” You leaned your head against your palm. “What a life. I wish I could go.”

“Oh don’t be silly dear those places are so far away from here why would you want to leave?” Your mother wiped her mouth like a lady.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you one day,” Jakob whispered as he winked.

“And what about you, Sir. What do you like to do?” You raised your brow, asking Christopher.

“Me? I did not know you would be interested to know about an old man like me.”

“I want to know the most about both of you. You are our guest.”

“Well I enjoy books. I have a whole collection of books in my library.”

“Wait? You have a library? How big?” You were like a child in a candy shop.

“Bigger than a ship,” Christopher motioned closer to you.

“Oh my. Who is your favorite author?”

“Terry P. Whilliams, he wrote-”

“The Way of the World. I enjoyed the book so much and he is one of my favorite authors. He is just so-”

“Real.”

“And very truthful.” You clutched your dress.

“He wrote that passage that said how the sun and moon cannot live without each other. Without the sun there is no light, no morning. Without the moon there is no darkness, no night. He compared humans to that. Humans cannot live without each other. Humans love.”

You held your breath. Yes you read the passage but hearing it come out of his mouth made it so much more dramatic and moving. “Yes, I do remember that.”

Jakob scoffed, “boring! Sorry my father is such a bore.”

“Oh no he is very not that. I am a reader as well. I love reading about everything.”

“Remember what I told you,” Athela gritted through her teeth.

Christopher saw that and saw how sad your whole demeanor became. Your smile faded as well as your enthusiasm and you pardoned yourself quietly.

“I am excited for today’s masquerade ball. I haven’t been to one in a while and I feel as if I do need to let off some steam and enjoy the ambiance of,” Jakob inhaled, “my people.”

He was a party animal. Liked the setting, drinking, the ladies why of course, that was every young, single, mans dream and happy place. To you though it made you less attracted to him. You were an outsider, anti-social. Somebody who chose the comforts of her sad, pampered room rather than dance the night away with people who didn’t care about her.

“I’m glad, my dear.” Athela ate a piece of her salad. “You deserve it. Besides it is for you and y/n.”

“May I ask who will be attending?”

“A couple of y/n’s friends. Jamila-”

“Jamila will be going?” You asked.

Your mother nodded.

You wanted to shoot up from your seat. Jamila Hassan, Princess of Saad. She was your best friend. She was the only person you felt that understood you. She was like a sister to you.

“And also Lilo, Meera-”

You groaned hearing Meera. She was royal, snotty and spoiled. She loathed your guts. She was a hypocrite, and a liar. She was a terrible person. “Why mother-” You said no more when your mother glared at you again for what felt like the 50th time that evening. This ball was going to be way harder than you ever imagined.

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leejeongz · 6 years

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Stray kids reaction to an insecure s/o

🔅I’m sorry this is slightly more towards a female s/o it was hard to not to really, and im sorry Jeongin’s is kind of short, I ran out of ideas that didn’t sound the same as others, I didn’t want to repeat myself too much but n e way thanks for the ask hun!! I hope you like it🔅

Requested by: @softxfcc

Bang Chan:

Your first gala meal with your boyfriend. Your scrapbook wasn’t going to be complete without the photo. You slipped into your tightly fitted dress and asked Felix to take the photo of you and Chan together. Felix gave you your phone back and ran to his s/o to compliment them leaving you and Chan to look at the photo. You couldn’t lie you thought you looked fat. It was horrible to see that photo of yourself and to think you have to look like that all night. You began to cry. Chan turned slightly, his arm was still around your waist from when the photo was taken. When you told him you thought you looked fat he was flabbergasted. You were so gorgeous and you definitely weren’t fat how could you think that of yourself? He made sure you knew that you looked stunning not only then but all the way throughout the night.

“Seriously y/n you look amazing. You’re absolutely beautiful and your body is perfect. Please don’t change”

Lee Know:

He was constantly surrounded by pretty girls. Idols, fans, work colleges they were all so much prettier than you. “Why aren’t you dating one of them, they have so much more to offer?” you ask him one night while cuddled up in bed. At the question Minho shuffles so he’s directly looked at you holding both of your hands in both of his. His eyes looked sad that you’d even thought of this question. He loved you not them. You had so much more than they did. You were beautiful and to him you were perfect. It was clear to anyone that you were so much better for him than they were anyway. They didn’t make him feel the way you did. And he told you all of that with just one sentence.

“Because I love YOU”

Changbin:

You’d recently posted a selfie with Changbin on your personal Instagram. Not many fans had found it and those who had up until then were really supportive of your relationship. This post however led to many new people commenting. Commenting their opinion on how you looked and how you weren’t right for him. How he deserved better. Changbin saw all the comments and rushed over to you making sure you were okay. He didn’t want you to believe anything they said because none of it was true. He’s told you so many times how amazingly good looking you are, and even though you’re actually really pretty, even if you weren’t you’d still have the best personality. And he wasn’t lying. He made you block all the haters. You wanted to take your whole account down but Changbin told you that you looked too cute on every photo to do that.

“I wish they’d understand that lying isn’t gonna get them into my heart... ever”

Hyunjin:

It was a bad day. The water at your place was stopped last night and wouldn’t work tomorrow morning and all you could use was the toilet so you hadn’t been able to shower or clean your teeth or anything. Seeing your perfect boyfriend was not an option tomorrow or tonight. He offered that you stayed at his house that night but you were afraid of morning breath and bed hair and whatever else. But Hyunjin didn’t care. He wanted you to have bad breath and bed hair and whatever else because that was you. You didn’t always have to be glam. He convinced you to stay the night nevertheless and told you in bed that you didn’t have to wake up early to get ready. He left some mints on the bed side cabinet if you wanted one so you didn’t have to get out of bed straight away.

“When we’re married with kids I think I’m gonna see a lot worse y/n”

(I'm going to drown myself look at that gif oml I think I'm crying)

Han:

Even the slightest bit of insecurity and Jisung would be there hugging you telling you how great you are. It was results day today and you’d been waiting what felt like years to finally see what you’d gotten. When you opened it and saw an “F” next to biology you broke down into tears. You weren’t good enough anymore. Your dreams of becoming a doctor were shattered. You couldn’t believe it. Jisung’s arms were around you in a flash. He stroked your hair telling you that it was going to be okay and that you could get it remarked. He’d pay. He knew how much this meant to you and how humiliating it would be if you tried to get into any med school with an F. He tried to distract you all day. He took you for food to celebrate all your other passes and took you to the ice skating rink so he could “show off his moves”. He wanted to see you smile again.

“There’s more to life than being a doctor baby, and you always make me feel better when I’m sick is that not enough?”

Felix:

Felix had had enough of you saying that you were ugly. You obviously weren’t ugly, you were so so pretty and he wanted you to know that. He knew you’d always been insecure and he always wanted to help but he never really knew what to say. It was only today when you refused to leave the house because you looked “so ugly” that’s when he knew what to do. He wanted to show you off to the world. Everyone would think you were pretty and he knew they would and if they didn’t he’d be quick to correct them. He sat next to you on the bed and put his arm over your shoulder pulling you in closer to him. He told you how beautiful you were and how silly you were not to see that. He said all the right things. He ended his speech with a small delicate kiss to your forehead. When he finally convinced you to go out he held your hand at all times.

“You’re so pretty you make my heart explode you don’t need me to tell you that”

(you’re Hyunjin but lets be real no one is iconic as Hyunjin so)

Seungmin:

You were out shopping when seungmin took you into a skincare shop after you’d complained about the spots on your face. You took this the wrong way however, thinking he wanted you to sort them out else he wouldn’t want to date you anymore. Immediately you stormed out of the store going to sit at the nearest bench. Seungmin followed behind you almost running to catch up. He sat down next to you, sitting on his hands, and apologised shyly. He explained why he did it and that he only wanted to help you feel more comfortable in your own skin. He didn’t care what you looked like, he always wanted you to be his. He grabbed your hand and took you home, letting you try all of his skin care products that he already has.

“I just want you to be happy. I don’t want you to feel like you have to cover yourself up”

I.N:

You and Jeongin had been dating for a while and he felt it was the right time to come out to the public about your relationship. He wanted to show STAY how beautiful and wonderful you were! You weren’t opposed to the idea, but as soon as you said yes the real emotion kicked in. What if the fans didn’t like you? What if they thought you weren’t the right weight? What if they thought that you weren’t enough? Your expression changed to a straight face causing Jeongin to look at you with a frown. You asked him the same questions you’d asked yourself to which he responded with:

“You’re perfect to me who cares what they think, you’re mine and nothing is going to change that”

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n

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bu-ikikaesu · 2 years

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people will truly like being making biphobic remarks isn't biphobic bc im xyz flavor of queer and that cancels it out! anyways bi women who experience attraction to men are lesbophobic for the crimes of having a good relationship with a man 🥰

like im so tired of bi being treated as a less than version of 'fully gay', or a stepping stone to realizing you're only attracted to one gender as if it isn't a full queer experience in and of itself... my gender and bisexuality go hand in hand personally and it isn't as cut and dry as being attracted to men and women as some ppl love to paint it to be. And even then if that WAS someone's experience as a bi person what is wrong with that???? Sorry for bitching in ur inbox im just so irritated 😭

omg don’t be sorry at all, you’re absolutely right!! and i’m irritated as fuck about it too like

i was actually thinking about something similar to that a couple days ago, even before seeing that god awful biphobic post—though i’m still trying to sort out my own gender situation, i know that my bisexuality and my gender definitely go hand in hand in so many ways as well. there is a lot more nuance to bisexuality than what a lot of biphobes make it out to be

that said we obviously shouldnt have to prove to ppl that our sexuality is actually complex and nuanced for us to be taken seriously as if being attracted to men somehow takes away from our experiences as wlw…. bc regardless us being attracted to men isn’t predatory or “centering” them like what it’s literally just a part of who we are??😭😭

also cant understand for the life of me how my attraction to men has anything to do with lesbians or how it’s “centering men” or lesbophobic in any way and im far too tired to even begin to try to understand this line of thinking. -_-

sorry if this is messy/redundant or i didn’t hit any good points i’m just super exhausted, tired and quite frankly flabbergasted. maybe one day when i can collect my thoughts i’ll make a better post abt this topic 😔

#shatteredatthealter #ask

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whimsical-ness · 7 years

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Hey, Neighbor | Baekhyun

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◇ Genre: Neighbor! AU, Fluff

◇ Summary: In which you have a huge crush on your neighbor Baekhyun, and you aren’t really sure what to do about it; until every passing encounter soon forces you to face your feelings.

◇ Word Count: 5.5k

You had pretty much fallen head over heels for your devastatingly cute neighbor the very first time you ran into him in the elevator.

He’d looked at you with those twinkling eyes from under his messy hair, and you’d melted on the spot. “I’m Baekhyun,” he’d said, grinning, offering his hand. “How come I’ve never seen you around?”

“I moved in just yesterday,” you’d blurted out. As the elevator opened and you had both got out onto the same floor, you’d realized with a start that his apartment was the one right opposite yours. “Fantastic! We’ll be seeing loads of each other then,” he’d said, with that same annoyingly adorable smile.

And oh boy, had he been right.

You ran into him almost every single day every time you left for work, because somehow, he had the same office timings as you did.

What seemed like awkward elevator conversations at first, turned into the highlights of your morning. The two of you exchanged stories from work, complained about pain-in-the-ass colleagues, and even bitched about the other annoying neighbors on your floor.

“I am going to seriously lose my mind if that lady in the flat next to me yells at her husband one more time about leaving the toilet seat up…” he said once, grinning when you laughed.

Baekhyun was very good at making you laugh. He was also very good at occupying your thoughts on a daily basis.

You were in awe about everything about him. His smile, his hair, his eyes, his laugh. All too soon you realized you’d gotten a big fat crush and you had no idea what to do about it.

You’d never been in his apartment yet. He hadn’t been yours either. Your interactions were currently limited to the elevator, sadly enough. You weren’t really sure how to change that. You’d always been a terrible flirt. You didn’t even know if he had a girlfriend.

You really, really hoped he didn’t.

Then one fateful Saturday evening, you were lounging on the couch in your pajamas, binge watching your favorite TV show, when the doorbell rang.

Muttering about who it could be under your breath, you opened the door.

Lo and behold, it was Baekhyun, looking very flustered (but very cute). He was in sweatpants and an oversized white t-shirt. Seeing him dressed so casually made your heart feel all kinds of weird, because you were so used to seeing him in formal work attire.

“I’m really sorry to barge in like this,” he began. “But I need a favor.”

You suddenly became acutely aware of your messy top-knot and obnoxiously pink pajamas.

“Um, what’s up?” you asked awkwardly, stepping aside to let him in. You raked your eyes around your living room, mentally kicking yourself for not having cleaned up a little.

But Baekhyun seemed too pre-occupied to notice anything about you, or the state of your apartment. “I’m asking because my only other options are the couple that hate each other or that old lady who hates me,” he said sighing.

“Did something happen?” you asked, your curiosity now peaked.

“It’s my shower. There’s something wrong with it, and I can’t get it to work,” blurted Baekhyun. “The water just won’t come out, I tried everything. I’m going to have to call the plumbing guys, but they’ll only be able to come by tomorrow.”

You gave him a confused look.

“Look, I know this is a really weird request but…can you please let me use your shower instead?” he asked finally, biting his lips.

You were a bit flabbergasted to say anything, so he spoke again.

“In other circumstances, I wouldn’t have asked. But I have a date tonight, and I really need to look as good as possible. You understand, right?” he said, his eyes hopeful.

Actually, you didn’t understand. At the mention of the word ‘date’ your heart had plummeted to your stomach.

You felt immediate jealousy rise up, and you tried your best to force it down. You wanted to refuse; why should you lend him your shower so that he could get ready for his date with a girl that wasn’t you?

But a tiny voice was telling you that this train of thought was completely unreasonable. Plus, Baekhyun was now looking at you with puppy-dog eyes and your heart melted, despite everything.

You sighed. “Yeah, sure. No problem.”

Baekhyun’s face lit up. “I owe you big time. Your next wish is my command, I swear.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“No, seriously. Do you want me to take your trash out for the next month? Because I’ll do it,” he said.

You stifled a laugh. “Will you just get in the shower before I change my mind?”

The next ten minutes consisted of you sitting awkwardly in your living room, while Baekhyun took a shower. You could hear him humming a soft melody, and you sighed.

Why didn’t you just have the balls to tell him your feelings? If you had confessed to him earlier, he wouldn’t be going on this stupid date in the first place.

You felt a sudden strange to urge to cry. You sniffled and rubbed at your eyes to stop from tearing up. You were being ridiculous.

“I’m all done!” said Baekhyun, reappearing in the same clothes but with his hair damp. You tried not to stare at the way droplets from his wet hair rolled down his neck.

You cleared your throat. “Well, have fun on your date then.”

Baekhyun grinned happily. “I will now, thanks to you. Seriously, next time you need anything, don’t even think twice about asking me, okay?”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” you said, biting your lip.

“See you later, then?” “See you.”

The following Monday morning you almost didn’t want to see Baekhyun. But as always, there he was, standing in front of the elevator. He grinned widely when he saw you. “Morning, neighbor.”

“Morning. How’d the date go?” you asked, casually.

“I think it went pretty well, if I say so myself,” he said, stepping into the elevator after you. “She told me I was quite the charmer.”

Oh, he had no idea.

And there it was again, the gnawing jealousy. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You barely paid any attention to the rest of his words, and quickly waved him goodbye as the elevator reached the ground floor.

You thought you saw a confused look on his face, but then you were already walking away from him, not turning back.

That evening, you were exhausted after yet another long day at work. You were so eager to get into your apartment and just flop onto the couch, that you nearly missed the box of chocolates lying at your doorstep.

Who in the world—?

You reached down and picked it up, your breath catching in your throat as you read the post-it note stuck on the front.

hey, neighbor. here’s a proper thank you from me for your kind favor the other day. also, im hosting a small party at home this weekend and some of my friends are coming over for dinner. you should come too, it’ll be fun! i’ll talk to you in person about it, but im just dropping this off for now because i have to rush off on an errand. enjoy the chocolates in the meanwhile :)

You re-read the note so many times that you had the sentences memorized in your head soon enough. The reality wasn’t sinking in. He was inviting you over. You were actually going to properly hang out with him. Sure, his friends would be there, but you hoped you would get time with him alone, too.

You popped a chocolate into your mouth and smiled, already looking forward to the end of the week.

Soon—but not soon enough—it was Saturday evening, and you were a mess of nerves.

Baekhyun had seemed elated when you’d accepted his invitation, promising it wouldn’t be awkward at all, because his friends were supposedly very easygoing and fun to be around.

But you were still nervous at the prospect of even being in his house, and the fact that you were going to have to talk to strangers was not helping.

You bit your lip as your stared at your reflection in the mirror. You’d put on a pretty off-the-shoulder blouse over some blue jeans, hoping it didn’t seem too over the top.

You’d even picked up a box of donuts, not wanting to walk into his place empty-handed.

Boy, were you whipped.

“Get a grip,” you told yourself softly. “Nothing to be worried about. You’ve got this.”

And with that, you grabbed your phone (and the box of donuts), and calmly rang the bell to his apartment. You could already hear the laughter from behind the door.

You were met with a laughing girl, her hair sleek and black, cut short till her shoulders. She was very pretty.

You felt an uncomfortable lurch in your stomach. “Um hi, I’m—“

“Y/N! There you are,” came Baekhyun’s voice, as he appeared suddenly behind the girl. “Come on in, you’re just in time,” he said grinning. You stepped into the apartment awkwardly

“This is Lia,” said Baekhyun, shutting the door behind you. “Lia, meet Y/N, my incredibly nice neighbor. In fact, she’s the reason I managed to make it to our date last week,” he said smiling.

You froze. How had the thought not crossed you earlier? Of course he had invited his new girlfriend. Of course.

Lia laughed. “It’s nice to meet you! Are those donuts, by the way?” she said, her eyes widening. “Oh um, yeah I thought I’d get something sweet for us to eat…” you said softly, already preoccupied with the fact that she was insanely gorgeous and clearly dating Baekhyun.

Baekhyun shook his head fondly. “See what I meant by incredibly nice?” You smiled shyly as he took the box from you. “I’ll go put this in the kitchen. Lia, introduce her to the rest of the gang, will you?”

“Sure, come on,” she said smiling, and ushered you towards the living room. There were three others sprawled there, all men. With a mental groan you realized that all three were in fact very, very attractive.

Wasn’t it enough that Baekhyun was hot? Why did he have to have obnoxiously hot friends too?

They looked up as you walked in. “Hello,” you said tentatively. “I’m Y/N, I um—live next door.”

The one sitting in the centre smiled warmly. “I’m Junmyeon,” he said. “And these two idiots are Sehun and Jongdae,” gesturing towards the boys on either side of him.

Sehun waved at you, but Jongdae just sort of sat there gazing at you intently before he spoke.

“Okay, why hasn’t Baekhyun ever mentioned having a cute neighbor before?”

You went bright red. Just then, Baekhyun reappeared. “I heard that, Jongdae. And this is precisely why.”

Sehun shook his head at him. “You really need to think before you speak, dude.” Jongdae just shrugged. “What? It’s only a compliment. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, his lips curving into a sweet smile. You found yourself smiling back. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Baekhyun had been right about his friends. They were very welcoming, and you felt comfortable around them after just a few minutes.

But that didn’t stop your gaze constantly floating over to Baekhyun and Lia, and the way she whispered in his ear, or giggled at something he said.

You’d never thought it possible to dislike someone as much as you suddenly disliked Lia. You shoved down the uncomfortable sickness as best you could, and forced yourself to enjoy the evening.

As it turned out, Baekhyun was a fantastic cook, and by the end of the meal, you were stuffed. In fact, all of you were plonked in various positions around the living room, too full of food to move.

To your surprise, Lia soon got up to leave. “I have an early flight tomorrow,” she explained. “I’d have loved to stay longer, I’m sorry Baek,” she said, pouting. You tried very hard to contain your joy.

“Do you want me to drop you off?” he asked, walking her to the door. “Ah…no that’s alright, I’m sure I’ll find a cab. I’ll see you guys!” she said, waving. And just like that, she was gone.

“Is it just me, or was that a little strange?” said Baekhyun, uncertainly. “She hadn’t mentioned having to leave early before…”

“Um, I think I should probably get going too,” you said awkwardly, getting up. Jongdae looked at you with wide eyes. “Wait why?”

Baekhyun gave you a confused look. “Yeah, why? Please stay. It’s not even that late.”

The truth was, you were uncertain about being around the boys by yourself. Lia had been a stranger, but at least she’d been a girl. Junmyeon seemed to sense your discomfort. “We don’t bite,” he said smiling. “Promise.”

“Besides, you live right next door. You can run away if one of us tries something,” said Jongdae innocently. At that, you laughed. “Alright, fine. I’ll stay.”

After a while of just casual conversations—and Jongdae trying his best to get you to laugh at his lame jokes—Sehun thought it would be a great idea to get the alcohol out. Soon enough, the four boys were downing the drinks at a pace that seemed unlikely to slow down.

At Jongdae’s insistence, you settled on a can of beer, but you were still very much sober. The boys, though, were slowly but surely letting the alcohol get the better of them.

“Let’s watch a movie,” said Sehun suddenly. “A scary movie.”

“I hate scary movies,” whined Jongdae. “Y/N, do you like scary movies?” You shook your head in amusement. “See, if Baek’s cute neighbor doesn’t like them, we aren’t going to watch them,” he said, a satisfied look on his face.

“Stop calling her cute,” grumbled Baekhyun under his breath. You almost thought you’d misheard him, and stared at him in surprise.

“Well, I don’t care what she thinks, I’m playing the movie,” announced Sehun, and ignoring everyone’s protests, set it up in a couple of minutes.

He picked a shitty low-budget movie, the kind with jump-scares every five minutes and lots of blood and gore.

You really really did not want to watch a horror movie right now. But you weren’t really sure how to leave, what with now being squished up between Jongdae and Baekhyun.

Apparently, drunk Jongdae did not really understand the meaning of personal space, and as soon as the movie started, he flopped down next to you on the couch, giggling. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you if you get too scared,” he slurred, making you roll your eyes.

Baekhyun seemed to dislike the sight of this, and so made it a point to sit down on your other side, shooting Jongdae a frown. You weren’t really sure what was making him act this way. He almost seemed a bit jealous. The thought sent an excited chill down your spine. Or—the logical part of your brain reminded you—he was just drunk.

But the proximity to Baekhyun made you jittery. You couldn’t keep still, and the jump-scares in the film weren’t helping. At one point, you grabbed Jongdae’s arm without thinking, and were rewarded with an extremely smug smile.

You weren’t sure when your eyes started to get heavy. The alcohol had given you a mild buzz, but it had worn off, and you felt exhausted.

The others too, it seemed, were beginning to doze off. Junmyeon was already knocked out on the other couch, the glass bottle still in his hand. Sehun was sprawled on the rug, attention still on the movie, but his eyes had started to droop.

Jongdae’s head had unconsciously begun to loll onto your shoulder, and you had to jerk him awake a few times. But Baekhyun still seemed to be alert. “Hey, I think I should get going,” you whispered, not trusting yourself to be able to stay awake for much longer.

Baekhyun nodded, his eyes bright. “I’ll…walk you out.” You silently made your way to the front door, with Baekhyun right behind you. The yellow lights of the hallway made both of you squint.

“Thanks for the great evening,” you said, barely stifling a yawn, as you reached into your back pocket for your keys. Baekhyun smiled sweetly. “I’m glad you had a good time. I don’t why we hadn’t done something like this earlier. I…I’m really liking getting to know you,” he said, eyes dropping to the ground.

You blushed, and opened your mouth to reply, but all that came out was—“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” asked Baekhyun, his eyes wide. “Ah—I don’t have my keys. But I’m certain I’d brought them with me,” you said, frantically patting the front and back of your jeans.

“Maybe you dropped them in the living room?” said Baekhyun, and he walked back into his apartment, you following behind.

You were met with all the 3 men fast asleep. You bit your lip, not wanting to have to turn the lights on and wake them up. You turned on the torch on your phone, and quickly scoured the floor and rug for your keys.

They were nowhere to be seen. You pointed towards the couch, where Jongdae was now curled up. It was possible they had fallen through the spaces in between.

Baekhyun attempted to gently shake Jongdae awake, but in vain. The man refused to budge. Baekhyun sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You could just…sleep here for tonight,” he whispered uncertainly. You mouthed a silent protest. “Hey, take it as me not owing you one anymore” said Baekhyun softly. You hesitated.

There was a big difference in letting someone use a shower and all out crashing over at their place for the night.

But there was nothing you could do, what with your keys trapped somewhere in the couch underneath Jongdae’s sleeping figure. So you found yourself reluctantly nodding.

Baekhyun smiled. “I’ll show you the bedroom.” “W-wait, where are you going to sleep?” you asked. Both of the couches in the living room were currently occupied by Jongdae and Junmyeon.

Baekhyun gestured to the rug on which Sehun was snoring away. You shook your head fiercely. “Yo-you sleep in your room. I’ll figure something out,” you whispered.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “Like what? Just take the bed, will you?”

“But there’s no room for you on that rug either,” you said desperately. It was true. Sehun was a very tall person, and he was sprawled over the ground. There was no way Baekhyun was going to be able to get any sleep there. You couldn’t stop the guilt making it’s way into your heart.

Baekhyun sighed in exasperation. “Look, unless you want to share the bed, we don’t really have another option—”

“I don’t mind,” you said quickly, and then promptly clapped your hand over your mouth, not believing you’d said the words out loud.

Baekhyun raised his eyebrows, but grinned at your mortification.

“We can divide the bed,” you said, your face flushed red in embarrassment. Baekhyun, still grinning, gestured for you to follow him as he made his way to his bedroom.

He flicked the lights on, and you were surprised to see a relatively neat and tidy space. Despite the current situation, his bed looked so warm and welcoming that all you wanted to do was curl up and fall asleep.

Baekhyun noticed the look on your face and laughed. “Go on, then.”

You awkwardly walked over and picked up a large throw cushion, placing in the centre of the bed. You arranged the pillows on either side as far away as possible from each other. “Um, I think this’ll work?”

Baekhyun said nothing, but his eyes twinkled. “Well, if you say so.”

Your heart thumped in your chest as you slipped inside the blankets, carefully positioning yourself on the far end of your side of the bed. You were going to have to sleep in your jeans and blouse. There was no way you were going to ask Baekhyun for a change of clothes.

You felt the bed dip as Baekhyun lay down. He cleared his throat. “I can still go take the rug—”

“No,” you said forcefully. “This is fine. Don’t worry about it.”

For a few minutes neither of you spoke. “You might want to avoid mentioning this to Lia, though,” you said awkwardly.

Baekhyun laughed. “I don’t really see a future with her, if I’m being completely honest,” he said. “We’ve only really met a couple of times. She’s nice, but I don’t think there’s anything special between us. I think she knows that too.”

Your chest suddenly felt as if a tremendous weight had been lifted off of it. He didn’t like her. You still had a chance.

The bed creaked as Baekhyun shifted his weight and turned to face you. You thought your heart would stop as he blinked at you, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

“I don’t regret going on that date with her, though,” he said slowly. “Why not?” you whispered.

“Because thanks to that evening I got to spend so much more time with you. Those 2 minute elevator conversations were driving me insane” he said, his eyes closing, an adorable smile on his face.

You couldn’t find the words to reply. You didn’t trust yourself to be able to speak coherently. This entire situation was beginning to feel like a dream you never wanted to wake up from.

“Baekhyun,” you whispered finally, after a few minutes.

But he was already asleep, his body rising and falling gently with his breaths. You stared at him for what felt like hours, but must only have been a little while, before your eyes fell shut and you let sleep take over you.

You awoke surrounded by the feeling of being extremely warm. You pushed the blankets off slightly, but the cool air didn’t hit you the way you expected it to.

You shifted, opening your eyes, squinting against the light that was breaking through the curtains. It took you a second to realize that you weren’t in your room, and another to recall why. You began to stretch, but then stilled as you realized why you were feeling so warm.

Baekhyun and you had somehow ended up wrapping around each other during the night.

Your arm was curled up against his chest, your cheek pressed to his collarbone. You couldn’t just move, because Baekhyun was facing you, one of his arms resting over your waist, encasing you against his body. Even your legs had tangled together; you could feel the weight of his foot over yours.

So much for you having tried to divide the bed.

You lay there in complete horror for a few moments, not knowing what to do. A part of you wanted to remove yourself from the position, but a much larger part wanted to stay there like that, curled up with him, feeling his breath against your hair.

Reluctantly, you started to slowly pull away, trying to lift his arm off your body. You glanced up at him for a split second, and nearly felt your heart stop as you saw him staring back at you, his eyes sleepy. “Where are you going?” he croaked.

You flushed. “I-I just…um-your arm is—” you stammered, not being able to form proper sentences with him looking that adorable this close to you.

Baekhyun shifted then, his eyes widening as he finally noticed how the two of you were curled up together. “Shit—I’m sorry—we must’ve moved in the night—ah—” he was stumbling with the words too, quickly pulling away from you and sitting up, running a hand through his hair.

You sat up too, your cheeks burning. “I should um—I should probably go,”you mumbled. And before Baekhyun could say anything, you quickly got up and made your way to the bedroom door.

But you froze before opening it, realizing how you walking out of Baekhyun’s room having spent the night would look to the other three sleeping outside.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Baekhyun, sensing your hesitation. “If I know them, they’re probably still asleep.”

You crossed your fingers and pulled opened the door, hoping you could quickly find your keys and leave.

“Y/N?”

You stopped in your tracks. Jongdae was looking at you from the couch with sleepy eyes and an extremely confused expression on his face. “Did you stay over?” he asked, his eyes widening.

You cringed inwardly, not having the slightest clue of what to say.

“Someone was lying on top of her house keys and was refusing to budge when we tried to wake him up,” came Baekhyun’s voice from behind you. “So yeah, she stayed over.”

Jongdae eyes flitted back and forth between you and Baekhyun, his mind working furiously. Just then, Sehun groaned and sat up, rolling his neck around to release the stiffness. “What’d I miss?”

“Just Baekhyun and his neighbor sleeping together,” announced Jongdae, the betrayal in his voice evident. “We didn’t sleep together!” you spat, flushing a dark red. “I would-I would never—”

“You would never what?” asked Baekhyun, a hurt look flashing in his eyes. You felt your chest contract in embarrassment and guilt.

“I-I’m just saying that we didn’t do anything,” you stammered. “We only shared the bed to sleep. That’s all.”

You jumped as you heard Junmyeon sigh. You hadn’t even noticed he was awake. “You don’t need to explain anything to us,” he said, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Um—I’ll just go,” you said softly, ignoring Jongdae’s gaze as you finally spotted your keys stuck in the couch and picked them up.

“Thank you…for everything,” you said to Baekhyun, and waved goodbye to the boys awkwardly, swiftly pulling open the front door. “Y/N,” you heard Baekhyun say, but you were already shutting the door behind you, relieved to finally be left alone with your feelings.

You didn’t see Baekhyun the rest of the weekend, and were dreading seeing him on Monday. You didn’t know how to face him.

All you could think about was the feeling of his arms around you, and the look in his eyes as he’d gazed down at you curled up against him. The words he’d spoken to you before he’d drifted off to sleep that night; did he even remember them?

You just needed to know whether there was any chance he felt the same away about you as you did about him. But you were terrified of the fact he maybe didn’t, and the fear was powerful enough to make you want to avoid the matter altogether.

And so in the days that followed, you made it a point to leave for work much earlier than usual, so that you wouldn’t have to see Baekhyun. Your plan worked well, and for a nearly a week you managed to avoid him completely.

Then one Friday evening, you were rushing into the building to get out of the heavy rain outside, and there he was, standing in front of the elevator. You almost wanted to turn around and walk back into the rain.

Your eyes locked with his, and he smiled slightly. You awkwardly followed him into the elevator when it arrived.

Baekhyun cleared his throat. “I see you’ve been avoiding me.”

You swallowed. “How could you tell?”

“We used to see each other every single morning. And now you’ve either started to work from home, or you’re just leaving whenever you know I won’t be there,” he said, in a matter-of-fact manner.

You started to reply when suddenly there was a loud bang. “What the—” said Baekhyun, but was cut off by the elevator screeching to a halt. You screamed as the lights went out, leaving you in complete darkness.

Baekhyun cursed and switched on his phone, the dim light casting an eerie glow over his face. “Where’s the emergency button?” he asked, eyes roving the row of numbers on the side of the elevator. You turned on the light on your own phone to help him.

His fingers pressed it as soon as he found it, and you held a breath. Nothing. There was no beeping sound, or anything to alert someone of your predicament.

“I-I think the power’s gone out because of the storm,” you said shakily. “Fantastic,” muttered Baekhyun. “Does your phone have a signal?” You shook your head as you quickly verified his question.

“What do we do?” you asked in a small voice. “I don’t think we have much of a choice. We’re just going to have to wait for the power to come back on,” said Baekhyun shaking his head. “We could scream for help,” you suggested.

“I doubt the technician is going to be able to do much with all the power out, even if someone hears us” he replied, sighing, and slid down to the floor.

After a few minutes, you sat down opposite him. It was still dark, but the light from your phones was enough that you could see each other.

“I’m sorry,” you said finally. Baekhyun raised his eyebrows. “For being stupid and avoiding you,” you continued.

“It’s because of the—ah—sleeping thing isn’t it?” he asked awkwardly. “Kind of,” you replied, biting your lip. “I told you I should’ve slept on the rug,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve always been a clingy sleeper.”

“I liked it,” you said quietly, looking down at your hands. Baekhyun said nothing so you said it again, louder this time. “I liked it. Sleeping next to you.”

Maybe the fact that you were stuck in an elevator with no current way out was making you braver than you’d ever imagined yourself to be.

Baekhyun let out a breath. “I liked it too,” he said softly. Your heart fluttered.

And then he was moving, and you suddenly felt his warm presence right next you. You looked at him with wide eyes.

He smiled, and even in the darkness you could see his eyes shine. “I don’t know why I’ve waited so long to do this. And now it’s going to sound cheesy as hell. But would you believe me if I said I fell for you the first time I met you?”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “Baekhyun—”

He sighed. “I was scared. Of messing things up and creeping you out. I thought that even if I never told you, at least every morning I could still see you, still talk to you. I fooled myself into thinking that much would be enough.”

But then the more I got to know you, the greedier I got. I wanted more. So I made up a dumb excuse just to see you. There was nothing wrong with my shower that day. And as for Lia, I already told you how I feel about her. I only met her because my friends set me up on a blind date,” he said finally.

You let out a shaky laugh in disbelief. “You lied about the shower not working just so that you could see me?”

Baekhyun hung his head, embarrassed.

“We’re both idiots,” you said softly. “I have been completely and utterly crazy about you since the day I moved into this stupid building.”

“You’re joking,” said Baekhyun.

“I was terrified of saying anything to you. And after you went on that date with Lia, I thought the jealousy would kill me. You have no idea how relieved I was when she left early that day,” you said, shaking your head.

“If it makes you feel any better, I had to hold myself back from punching Jongdae in the face for flirting with you,” he said, grinning.

You began to laugh. “I can’t believe this is happening,” you said, covering your face with your hands. To your surprise, Baekhyun gently pulled them away with his own.

“This is probably the first time I’ve ever kissed a girl while being trapped in an elevator,” he said, and before you could say anything, he was leaning forward, his lips meeting yours.

You let your hand cup his cheek, and parted his lips with your own, losing yourself to the kiss. You’d imagined this moment countless times in your head, but nothing in the daydreams had accurately captured the softness of his lips, or the feeling of his fingers at the nape of your neck as he pulled you closer to him.

You broke apart when the lights suddenly flickered back on, the elevator jerking upwards. The power had come back on.

Baekhyun helped you to your feet, both of you breathless. “So, neighbor. What do you say to Round 2 of dinner and a movie?” he said, his eyes twinkling.

You smiled. “I’d like that.” “Who knows…maybe you can lose your keys again,” he said, winking.

You raised your eyebrows.

“You won’t have to divide the bed this time.”

A/N: Thanks for reading..as always, please do leave your thoughts in the comments or my ask! :)

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✉️ wOOP okay so um i'm charlotte my fave animal is either a horse or dolphin (wowie i'm so basic) my fave song is when the day met the night by patd i love the rain and the cold so much it makes me sO happy i don't believe in proper pUncTuAtIon and CaPiTaLizAtIoN when communicating online bc it looks ugly and screw the rULES (so im sorry) idk i say sorry too much but that ain't gonna stop me from apologizing uH and my favorite all time character is fred (pretend i sent this from my sideblog)

you are so cute, I can’t- ok, here you go! Sorry it’s a bit late; I got wrapped up in writing but ta-da!

Wanna know what your first year at Hogwarts looks like through caffeinated eyes?

how you got your Hogwarts acceptance letter: you’d been hearing from friends that they were getting their letters, yet yours had yet to arrive. Which was odd, because your magic has a way of rudely interrupting your daily routine- papers floating away from you when you’re flabbergasted about what to write, little rain storms trickling down on you in the middle of the night (you don’t really complain about those). So what gives? You weren’t sure what to make of it and, despite the nagging feeling of worry in your gut, you tried not to overthink it. It was on a particularly cloudy August day that your letter arrived, and you weren’t even at the house to receive it. Since it was cloudy, you decided to take your dogs out for a walk in hopes of catching a little rain (you wanted to show off your new purple polka-dot umbrella so badly). It rained, but… uh, not the way you thought it would? Apparently, there was a misunderstanding at the post about where exactly you lived; your family had moved during the summer, and were traveling. You were sitting on a bench, watching Max and Daisy play in the dry grass, when something flat and wide slapped you on the nose. From above. Before you could really register the small envelope that slid off your face and onto your lap, there was another “plop” at your shoulder, another plop at your feet, your head, and when you looked up there was a small horde of owls dropping pellets of letters on you. You didn’t even have time to open your cute umbrella. Your dogs happily helped you clean up the puddle of letters and, for once, you worried about the grumbling clouds above. Wouldn’t do to have a soggy supply list, right?

head canons about your trip on the Hogwarts Express: despite being positively giddy at the thought of going on this particular train, the second you charged through to platform 9 ¾, you were struck with nerves and remained still at the entrance. Taking it all in: the heavy steam sticking to your pores like morning mist (except way more polluted, yikes) and the cacophony of kids yelling and parents audibly yanking out their hair trying to maneuver carts without crashing into one another, into other people’s running kids. With a THWACK, someone’s cart ran into you from behind, and for a moment you wondered if you’d have to go to Hogwarts in a wheelchair. A bit dramatic, especially since the cart barely hit you. When a familiar voice heckled you from behind with an “Oi, move your bum!” your nerves melt. A friend from your neighborhood has arrived and the fear of being alone vanished. You boarded the train after a quick goodbye to your family, knowing from the herd that seats will be impossible to find, and you wanted to make sure you’re seated with a friend. Right off the entrance you spotted the one, golden empty cabin. You caught the eye of another student, tall and ginger, and with impossibly long legs down the corridor, and it was a very rigged race to the cabin. Somehow, though, you two managed to crash into each other and your friend applauds your ability to get wedged in the doorway with a Pretty Cute Guy. Unfortunately, Pretty Cute Guy had a family of gingers trampling down the corridor to score the cabin, too. Since you were wedged in the doorway with him, you actually have a perfect spot to negotiate terms with him. You ended up sharing the cabin with your friend, and new friends: the Weasleys. The Pretty Cute Guy told you his name is Fred, but him and his twin brother made sure to trick you about who was who any time they returned to the cabin from food and bathroom runs. You made sure to take advantage of their tallness to put up your luggage above the seats, and to take it back down at the end of the trip. They have since made sure to make fun of your shortness.

what happened when you went head-to-head hat with the sorting hat: you come from a house of Hufflepuffs, so you were pretty certain what you were going to get as you approached the holy stool - even if the idea of being a Hufflepuff didn’t really sit well with you. Something about that toil bit didn’t attract you. But even though your favorite crew of redheads were Gryffindors, that didn’t seem right either- not for you. You sat down, smiling, but your brain was pretty petrified: were you going to be revealed as a cunning devil, an enlightened bird, a brave lion or a determined honey-badger? The hat sat on your head for a while trying to figure things out, because Merlin knows you were still figuring things out. Eventually, it gave a huff and a puff and called out, “Ravenclaw!” And while that’s been awesome to be decreed smart, you’re wondering when that’ll kick in homework-wise. A little Hufflepuff determination would be nice around exam time.

who’s your squad: It’s hard to see you within the clump, since the Weasleys are a stretched out bunch of spaghetti strands, but - whenever someone can’t find you- people know which gingers you’re usually around. The Twins were and continue to be a completely horrible influence on you, and when the three of you are in the same room together, it’s impossible to find an iota of peace or quiet. Your first year was spent hanging out with Ron and Hermione (she’s the only one who can pick your butt into doing your homework, but she’s also a little annoying in that she actually reads in her leisure time and you…. well, you’ll get to her recommendations eventually). You have, on multiple occasions, eyed them suspiciously when they talk to each other because there is something there and it’s fun to tease them. You also love to keep the company of your fellow Ravenclaw, Luna, who shares your love of all things and who is always up for a small adventure outside to look at the sky, sit in the rain, or something else that …. isn’t exactly academic.

general first-year shenanigans you were up to while Harry was being Harry:

A majority of the points deducted from the Ravenclaw house was thanks to you. You have a bad habit of talking in Professor Snape’s class, and he was very generous with how many points he’d take when your mouth opened. He wasn’t the only professor to wish you’d write a little more and talk a little less.

you’ve gotten at least two detentions for running late to class because you were sleeping in. At least your house was spared point deductions?

Fred and George always had a way to sneak you out of those detentions anyway.

you’ve made it up to your house on various occasions, due to your creativity in class and ability to come up with answers on the fly. This also helped loads when you needed to finish homework JUST before class started.

you nearly froze your butt off during the winter, hanging out in the astronomy tower, writing.

when you accidentally found out that there was a three-headed dog, you refused to believe Ron when he said it was the ugliest thing he’d ever seen, because dogs are the best and you almost tricked him into telling you were it was. Almost.

at the end of the year, as you got back on the train and Fred loaded your stuff above the seat for you, again, you realized two things:

1: you were crushing hard on that funny beanstalk of a boy and

2: you totally forgot to return the books you’d borrowed from Hermione and Cho. And you hadn’t even read them. Again.

#daisy26745 #hp;hc #hp

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zoromance · 7 years

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bulletproof (ch. 10)

Bulletproof: a BTS ‘Grand Theft Auto’ AU based on this post

Genre: drama, humor, angst, romance

Word count: 4241

Warnings: mature content, graphic violence, non-graphic sexual content, strong language, drug/alcohol usage

Summary: Min Yoongi owns this city, and he doesn't take kindly to death threats on his loved ones. Min Yoongi can, and will, make you hurt.

Chapter: Prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11

A/N: dude,,,, im so sorry about this insane wait

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Two weeks later

“So Jimin’s been helping you out with hand-to-hand combat, huh? The guy’s always had a knack for it,” Hoseok spoke, leaning back and taking a swig of his beer. He spared a glance around the sitting room, eyes lingering over the priceless vases and ornate furniture. The feeling of being a bull in a china shop never really went away in this house. It didn’t matter how many times Hoseok came over to Jimin’s place, the sheer size of the mansion never failed to astound him.

Jungkook paused, cheeks flushing, before averting his gaze. The reaction confused Hoseok slightly – it had been a simple enough question, nothing to get flustered over.

“Yeah, he’s a good teacher,” Jungkook mumbled. “Says I’m getting pretty good at it, especially for a beginner.”

Chuckling, Hoseok slapped a hand on Jungkook’s back. He wasn’t surprised – everything the kid touched turned to gold. Makes sense Jungkook would be a naturally good fighter.

“I’m glad,” Hoseok replied, touches of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “Cause pretty soon you’re gonna have bastards coming at you from every direction. Better to establish yourself as a qualified fighter before some son of a bitch gets the drop on you.”

Jungkook nodded and tapped rhythmically on the lip of the beer bottle in his hand. His behavior was still throwing Hoseok off; something seemed to be out of place, and he couldn’t put his finger on it.

This was the first time in days that Hoseok had gotten to spend time alone with Jungkook. Earlier Jimin had run off to the grocery store, claiming he needed agave nectar or some healthy shit like that, and Hobi decided it was an opportune time to kick back and have a couple beers with Jungkook, just chat with the kid, try to give him a sense of normalcy again. God knows he probably needed it after the stress of the last couple of weeks.

“How did Jimin get so good at fighting, anyway?” Jungkook ventured after a few moments of silence.

Hoseok let out a breathy snicker, leaning back on the couch. “Excellent question,” he spoke. “Thing you have to understand is that there’s more than one reason Jimin is so commonly known in this city. Not just for being a party boy socialite, there’s more to it.”

Jungkook cocked his head, almost like a puppy, inquiring further.

“Jimin used to do street fighting. Quite a lot of it. No gloves, no rules, no supervision – underground brawls, sometimes to the death. It was completely illegal and all very hush-hush. Absolutely brutal stuff; he’d come back and we would have to patch him up and wash the blood out of his clothes. He wanted the money for drugs, mainly. But he also got high off the rush,” Hoseok explained.

“It was dangerous, but Jimin was insanely fucking good. People’d underestimate him cause he’s tiny, but the kid sent guys to the hospital on a regular basis. The whole thing got way out of hand, and we finally convinced him to drop the habit before he ended up brain-dead.”

Finally Hoseok spared a glance over to Jungkook. The guy looked absolutely stunned, eyes wide and jaw slack.

“You’re telling me that Jimin… was in the Fight Club?” Jungkook stuttered, taken aback.

The statement, combined with the completely flabbergasted look on Jungkook’s face, caused Hoseok to let out a bubbling laugh. “Pretty much, that’s the gist of it,” Hoseok responded between giggles.

Then Hoseok froze.

Years of living in this city would instill a person with a kind of sixth sense. It wasn’t fictional, it wasn’t exaggerated, it was undeniably real. Hoseok has developed an uncanny ability to predict when shit’s about to do down.

And in that split second, something was horribly off.

All of his hair stood on end, his stomach went ice-cold, his fingers gripped tightly around the forgotten beer bottle in his hand.

“Jungkook…” Hoseok whispered tightly, not daring to move a muscle.

“Hobi?” replied Jungkook, hesitantly, as if he could immediately sense that the atmosphere had changed completely. The boy’s eyes were blown wide, staring at Hoseok with a startling air of concern and confusion.

Hoseok didn’t respond, merely shifted his gaze to the nearest window. Not a muscle in his body moved, and he could hear blood dully thudding in his own ears.

Something was so wrong –

“Get down!” Hoseok shouted, grabbing Jungkook’s shirt faster than lighting and dropping to the ground. A splitting crack sounded in the distance and suddenly there was glass everywhere, raining down in shards on the pair, splitting tiny gashes into Hoseok’s face and arms. Head pounding from the sudden cacophony, Hoseok struggled to blink his eyes open. Jungkook was lying on the floor next to him, stunned but unharmed, completely still from the shock.

Hoseok wasted no time in grabbing the boy’s sleeve, hauling him to his feet.

“Come on, get up! Run!”

The pair stumbled to their feet as more cracks sounded through the air. Hoseok felt the bullets whiz alarmingly close to his head, one shaving off a strand of his hair. He gripping the front of Jungkook’s jacket like it was a lifeline and blindly stumbled to the entrance of the room, unable to even think straight enough to watch where he was going.

“Hobi—” Jungkook started to shout, before his voice morphed into a yelp of shock. Hoseok whipped around to find a bullet graze oozing fresh blood from Jungkook’s cheek.

Shit, shit—

“Come on!”

They stumbled into the hallway, taking off at a full sprint as shattering glass and whirring bullets filled the air directly behind them. Panic and adrenaline flooded Hoseok’s entire body as he raced to the only safe room he could think of – that bomb shelter in the basement that Jimin’s mother was paranoid enough to demand be built.

Rounding the corner to the game room, Hoseok pulled Jungkook close and put his finger over his lips. The boy was clearly panicking, his whole body shaking from the shock of what had just happened.

Hoseok reached one hand down to pull his glock from its holster on his thigh. He quickly checked the cartridge for ammo (a full round, thank god) and switched off the safety.

“Jungkook, take this,” Hoseok whispered as he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a smaller revolver. He placed the cold, steel gun into Jungkook’s shaking hands and looked the kid in the eyes. “Don’t fucking shoot unless we get separated, do you hear me?”

Nodding shakily, Jungkook slowly took the revolver from Hoseok’s hands. “Hobi, how…”

“I don’t fucking know how they found us, but we need to get to the basement. Jimin’s got a bomb shelter down there. We can stay there until—”

Hoseok immediately stopped as he saw a flicker of movement over Jungkook’s shoulder. With reflexes faster than he even knew he had, Hoseok whipped his glock up and fired directly into the approaching man’s skull. The bang sliced through the air and Hoseok flinched from the recoil.

The man dropped to the ground, remnants of his brain dripping from the wall behind him.

“They’re in the fucking house. Follow me, don’t make a sound, and be alert,” Hoseok whispered into Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook snapped out of whatever trace of shock he had been stuck in, and crouched behind Hoseok, shaking hands clutching his pistol. From the corner of his eye, Hoseok saw the boy swallow harshly, eyes blown wide. Poor thing was freaked as hell. Hoseok followed Jungkook’s gaze to the end of the hall, where he saw bits of gore and blood littered in every direction, coating the walls in a macabre kind of Pollock painting.

“Now, Kookie,” Hoseok breathed out, careful to keep his voice and his crouch low.

As quietly as he could, Hoseok crept down the hall. Alarm was rolling off Jungkook in waves, and it was almost distracting. Rounding a corner, Hoseok peered into a nearby room to see figures moving inside.

Hoseok swore under his breath and jerked to a halt. Footfalls were distantly approaching behind them, and the room they were headed towards was occupied by at least three armed thugs, from what Hoseok could see. There wasn’t any option, they would have to shoot their way through that room—

Hoseok’s train of thought was broken by a sudden cry of alarm inside of the room.

It was nearly impossible to get a good look at whatever the hell was going on in that room. Hoseok heard gunshots, yelling, crashing… then silence. Jungkook was frozen at his side, too still to even risk breathing. A faint voice came from inside.

“Xiumin, did you get the guys around back?”

Holy shit.

Relief washed over Hoseok and he slumped down, letting out a long sigh. Clearly confused and still terrified, Jungkook silently looked to Hoseok with apprehension on his face. Hoseok simply smiled and softly wiped the blood from where Jungkook’s cheek had been grazed.

“It’s Jung Hoseok, I’ve got Jungkook with me. We’re coming in, don’t shoot,” Hoseok calmly stated, cracking open the door to find Xiumin and Kai surrounded by dead bodies.

Hoseok grinned. He wasn’t sure who had hired them, maybe Taehyung or Namjoon, but Hoseok was in no position to be complaining.

The Exorcists had come.

Hopefully Namjoon’s shop wasn’t locked up.

Jimin quietly drove through the city, probably about halfway to the auto shop by now. As much as he adored Jungkook, he figured the kid could use a break from his presence for a couple of hours. He’d already made a run to the grocery store with some dumb excuse about needing healthy shit (which he kind of did, to be completely honest) before leaving Hoseok to look after the younger.

There was something about Hoseok’s presence that could just make a person feel at ease. Considering all of the stress that Jungkook had been through in the last few weeks, Jimin figured that it was a good idea to leave the two of them alone for a while.

The car radio was silent. Jimin’s phone had died earlier, in the middle of looking up nutritional information for some fancy granola brand. Honestly, he usually hated whatever was playing on the radio – he’d prefer to drive in silence than to listen to a bunch of commercials for things he didn’t care about.

People always underestimated how much Jimin loved complete silence. It was an extremely rare treat in his life, flitting around from party to party and always hanging out with the guys. Dance studios. Raves. Government events. It was all characterized by an excess of noise.

He’d been feeling much better in the last week or so. Hadn’t even touched any drugs, besides some weed that he hit with Jungkook and Namjoon a couple of days ago. The effects of cocaine detox had absolutely clawed at him for the first week and a half or so, but Tae was always there by his side. Encouraging him, telling how he needed to be strong and healthy for the sake of the others.

Jimin was still sometimes caught off guard by how considerate and intelligent Taehyung could be.

Finally, he turned the last corner onto Namjoon’s street. The shop appeared to be open, a couple of stray cars parked out front. The lights inside weren’t on, but that didn’t mean much – Namjoon often would close the front of the shop and just meet with customers in the back garage. It wasn’t exactly typical protocol for an auto shop, but then again, Namjoon’s shop wasn’t exactly targeted towards typical customers.

Jimin pulled into the parking lot smoothly and killed the ignition. There was a slightly odd feeling in the air, but he shrugged it off as his typical post-withdrawal paranoia. Harder drugs have a way of fucking with your sense of security, and coming off of them multiplies that feeling infinitely. Still feeling wary, Jimin unbuckled and stepped out of the car.

It was then that he noticed the store was oddly still. There wasn’t a soul inside, no noises coming from the garage, not even a stray bird or a passerby on the street.

Maybe this wasn’t just paranoia.

Calmly, Jimin slammed the car door shut and began to stroll towards the front door. He was on high alert, eyes scanning the parking lot, checking the reflection behind him in the glass windows of the shop. Still, not any sight of another person.

He took a shaky breath as he approached the front door. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he raised a hand to the glass and pulled.

Jimin yelped and jumped at the sudden sound of the welcome bell. Fuck – the thing had scared him half to fucking death, Jesus Christ—

Chuckling at himself, Jimin pushed down his anxiety and entered the shop. Nothing looked out of place, at least; maybe Namjoon had just run out to do some errands. Still, that didn’t explain the cars out front…

Before Jimin could even finish that thought, he felt an impossibly strong arm snake around his neck from behind.

He cried out in shock and pain as the arm tightened itself around his throat. Instincts kicking in, Jimin stamped on his attacker’s foot as hard as he possibly could and dug his nails into the muscular skin of the man’s bicep.

Shit—

Jimin gasped for breath and lurched forward as the attacker cried. He grabbed the nearest weapon he could find – a tire iron – and whipped around to face the man.

Shit. Two men. Two men.

What the fuck.

As hard as possible, Jimin swung the tire iron at the taller man on the right. It let out a satisfying whump as it impacted the man’s chest, probably at least cracking a rib.

“Fucking bitch!” the man howled as his friend made a move to tackle Jimin. Jimin was panicking by this point, so much so that he accidentally dropped the iron in an attempt to dodge. The man caught his ankle and dragged him down to the floor – god, shit, where was Namjoon? Where the fuck was Namjoon?

Jimin yelped as his head hit the hard tile floor, sending stars across his field of vision. The pain in his head was throbbing as the man began to try to pin him down. Jimin twisted around just in time to land a right hook straight into the guy’s jaw. Another punch, and kick to the groin – and Jimin was frantically crawling out from underneath the attacker.

Guy Two had recovered from the blow to his chest, and was coming straight for Jimin.

“Namjoon!” Jimin screamed as loud as he physically could, backing up desperately and trying to find some other kind of weapon.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you for that, kid,” the man growled as he stepped over his friend.

Jimin felt a pang of fear in his stomach. It was easy enough to handle one guy, but he wasn’t used to fighting two at a time. He had absolutely no idea what to do. Lunging for the man, Jimin dodged an incoming punch and landed a swift jab to the area of the man’s broken rib. The guy howled, doubling over so that Jimin could grab him by the hair. With all of his strength, Jimin lifted the guy’s head and smashed it down against his knee.

Blood splattered all over his pants and on the floor as the attacker’s nose completely shattered. He let out a guttural howl and stumbled backwards, falling to the ground.

Without warning, the other man shot up and clenched his fists around Jimin’s throat. Jimin could feel the life being squeezed out of him as he was shoved to the ground. The man climbed on top of Jimin, straddling him, pinning him down, hands clenching tighter.

Oh God, Jimin was gonna die. He was gonna die.

“You alright, Kyle?” The man on top of him asked.

“Fuck, the bitch broke my nose,” Kyle growled in response, slowly rising from the floor. “Oh, looks like Yeon finally fucking showed up.”

A third man entered Jimin’s blurry field of vision, towering over him in a dark mass.

“You sure this is the right kid?” the new man – Yeon – asked with trepidation.

“Yeah, it’s him alright.” The man on top of him answered. There was a thick pause, and Jimin clawed at the hands against his neck hysterically. He was gasping for any kind of air, his vision beginning to tunnel in.

“Fuck…. He’s pretty.”

Jimin’s blood ran cold and his heart dropped into his stomach.

“Don’t go there, Mike. You know the boss doesn’t want him as damaged cargo.”

“The boss doesn’t have to know,” Mike replied in a low voice, fingers tightening around Jimin’s throat. “Shit, just look at him, Yeon.”

Jimin tried to scream, tried to fight back, anything. The oxygen was leaving his brain at a terrifying rate. Utter silence filled the room.

“…Fine. Fuck him if you want.”

Jimin’s eyes shot open and he let out a pathetic squeak. He’d never been so fucking terrified in his life. He felt one hand release itself from his throat, and he hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled – fuck, fuck, shit,

With the last of the energy that he had, Jimin shot his hands up to Mike’s face, sinking his thumbs into the guy’s eye sockets.

The sound that came out of the man’s mouth was entirely unhuman.

It almost made Jimin vomit, the feeling of how squishy and bloody the eye sockets were. He felt one of the eyeballs pop out, hanging from Mike’s face, oh god, don’t throw up, don’t throw up.

Mike was screeching, falling to the floor, a strangled gargling noise coming from where the blood was beginning to pool in his mouth. Jimin faintly heard the other two men yelling in a panic, but everything was so blurry, he had lost so much oxygen to his brain.

Before he could even form another thought, Jimin felt a cloth being violent pressed over his mouth and noise. An overwhelming chemical stench permeated his nose, and everything was black.

Yoongi should have expected that this would happen sooner or later. Things had been far too quiet over the last couple of weeks. Bosang had been way too quiet.

Five dead bodies were scattered around the warehouse, each in their own little uniform pool of blood. Three of them were his dealers, two of them were his informants. He was supposed to have been meeting them here to discuss the last shipment from Tijuana. And now they were all fucking dead.

“Little overkill, don’t you think?” Yoongi deadpanned, his flat voice echoing through the warehouse. He faintly heard light footsteps to his left, and his eyes flickered towards the noise.

“That’s an interesting accusation, coming from you,” Bosang replied dully, stepping out from a shadow in the corner.

Well, Yoongi couldn’t really disagree with him on that one.

Chuckling darkly, Yoongi stated, “I take it that means you got the package I left you.”

Bosang continued ambling towards Yoongi, expensive dress shoes clicking lightly on the concrete floor. “You’d be correct.” He came to a stop in front of Yoongi, face stiff, suit cleanly pressed – everything about him screaming professionalism. “Can’t say I really enjoyed it, but it’s the thought that counts.”

A smirk crossed Yoongi’s features.

“Severed tongues? That’s old school, Yoongi. How did you do it? Did you track down every single one of my Crimson Dragons, one by one, and watch them scream while you sliced the tongues from their mouths?”

Yes, that’s actually exactly how Yoongi did it.

“A bit harsh, don’t you think?” Bosang asked, playful mocking lining his tone.

“Why are you here?” Yoongi interrupted, cutting to the chase without any more dumbass theatrics from Bosang.

The man didn’t respond, simply leaned forward and raised an eyebrow. After a moment, he responded quietly, “Why do you think I’m here, Yoongi?”

“To admire my perky ass.”

“You’re funny.”

Every single pore in Yoongi’s body was seething with hatred, just wanting this man to get the hell out of his face. “You got your damn drugs, Bosang. I told you to leave Jungkook out of this. Don’t make me start slicing off dicks instead of tongues.”

“You of all people should know that I don’t quit once I find someone that I want. You have no idea how much that kid would get me on the black market. Hell, even just renting him out to some locals. You’d be surprised how high the corruption goes, Min,” Bosang said flatly, leaning back away from Yoongi’s face.

Yoongi snarled, barely holding himself back from reaching his hands up and strangling the life out of the man.

“I’ll cut you a deal, Yoongi. I take the boy, and I pinky promise not to hurt any of your other buddies.”

“I don’t fucking make deals with serial rapists,” Yoongi hissed.

“Your loss,” Bosang replied. “You might be reconsidering that offer pretty soon.”

He couldn’t fucking take this anymore. Yoongi darted forward, his hands grasping Bosang’s collar and clenching tightly. “You come onto my fucking territory and make threats again my people? Do you know how easily I could end you? How easily I could bring your entire empire down? Three minutes, and I could make everything you know crumble,” he growled into Bosang’s ear. “But do you want to know why I don’t?”

Yoongi paused, heaving breaths.

“Because innocent people would fucking die. So many people would die. This entire fucking city would be in chaos. And I’m not you, Bosang. I don’t get off on other people’s pain. I value human life and I’m not about to let innocents die in the crossfire. But don’t think for one second that I’m afraid to murder you.”

He let go of Bosang’s collar, shoving the man backwards. For the first time in a very long time, Yoongi saw a jolt of shock cross Bosang’s features.

“It would be in your best interests to fuck off,” Yoongi threatened, his body quivering with rage.

He didn’t care anymore. Bosang was skirting along that line again, testing Yoongi, seeing how far he could go before the rope snapped.

The brief look of fear fell from Bosang’s face and left behind a self-satisfied smirk. “I’ll see you around, Yoongi,” he calmly stated, turning on his heel to stroll towards the exit. He was being entirely nonchalant, but Yoongi didn’t miss the unsteadiness in his tone.

Yoongi stood and watched, completely still, as Bosang paced away from him and finally out of his sight. He heard a car driving off in the distance, all screeching tires and thrumming engine. He stared long and hard at the exit of the warehouse, completely lost in thought. His eyes wandered from one bloody body to the next, taking in their features, observing the gunshot wounds in their heads.

With an uncharacteristic gentleness, Yoongi approached the nearest body and kneeled down. The woman’s name had been Boyoung – she was always bright, friendly, despite this hellhole of a city. Of his dealers, Boyoung had been one of the kindest.

With soft hands, Yoongi reached forward and shut her glassy eyes.

He pulled out his phone, called the number of another one of his trusted informants. “Get down to the warehouse on 40th. Bosang left bodies,” Yoongi spoke softly, his tone gentle. “Five of them. Tell the families that the funerals will be paid for.”

He hung up, sliding the phone back into his pocket and running a weary hand down his face. Shit like this was inevitable in such a dangerous job, in such a dangerous city. But Yoongi still fucking hated it. These had been good people, who died for no other reason than unfortunate timing in an unfortunate place.

Yoongi walked around the room, closing the eyes of the rest of the victims, taking silence stock of who had been lost.

He walked out of the warehouse simultaneously enraged and numb.

It was a long walk back to Yoongi’s apartment. In all honesty, his didn’t even want to go to his own apartment – he wanted to stay at Hoseok’s, Jin’s, he didn’t care. He just didn’t want to be alone right now. In all honesty, Yoongi felt weak for the first time in a long time. Some days, this lifestyle was easier to cope with than others. This was a bad day. This was a really bad day.

As if on cue, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. One look at the caller ID put a slight smile onto his face. It was almost like Hobi telepathically just knew when Yoongi needed him.

He tapped the pickup button and held the phone up to his ear. “Yeah?”

“Yoongi,” Hoseok panted, sounding stressed and tense. Immediately Yoongi’s hairs stood up on the back of his neck. Something had gone wrong.

“Hobi, what happened?”

“They attacked the house.”

Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks, blood running ice-cold.

“Jungkook and I are fine – the Exorcists came, Tae apparently hired them. Everyone is alive, but we’re all really shaken up. I took Jungkook to my apartment,” Hoseok spoke, sounding exhausted.

“Good, stay there,” Yoongi responded, his heart racing. “Where’s Jimin, was he with you guys?”

“No, he was out shopping when they started shooting at us. He’s not answering his phone, Yoongi.”

Yoongi cursed loudly and paced back and forth on the dark street, running a hand through his hair. “You’re telling me that you have no fucking idea where he is?”

“I’m sure he’s fine, Yoongi, his phone might have died. There’s no way they could have known where he was going,” Hoseok said, sounding more like he was trying to comfort himself than anything. “I have to take care of Jungkook, he’s got some minor injuries. Get some people searching for Jimin and tell me immediately if you find anything out.”

“I will,” Yoongi replied tiredly. This was the last fucking thing he needed right now. His gut curled in fear of what could have happened to Hobi and Jungkook, in fear of what happened to Jimin. “Look after him.”

Yoongi hung up, beginning to walk down he street again and scrolling through his contacts to find Jin’s number. His finger was hovering over the number to dial it, when a sudden jarring noise from the shop to his side caught him off guard. It was the window display of a television store – all of the display TV’s had abruptly turned on, displaying static and playing white noise. Yoongi was about to shake it off when suddenly, the screen changed to a sight hat make his stomach hit the floor.

Glaring down at him from seven different screens was a live video of Park Jimin, limp and bound to a chair, covered head to toe in bruises and blood.

#bts #bangtan #bts fic #jungkook #taehyung #jimin #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #jin #bulletproof boys #bts au #bts gta #yall this wait was insane i just powered through writing the rest of this chapter

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