#technically late but like. would be mean to say nothing

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THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM | JJK

summary. when you complain to jungkook about your lack of action in the past year, you're not really asking for a solution. but when he casually offers to help, you just can't seem to bring yourself to say no.

after all, what's the worst that could happen in hooking up just this once?

pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

word count: 7.7k

warnings: swearing, they actually talk about their feelings :0, explicit sexual content, kissing, making out, hickeys, dry humping, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (be smarter than them pls), a bit of banter, petnames (baby), they're really fucking cute in the end it makes me sick, let me know if i missed anything!

notes: idk if this counts as my first completed series buttt... i'm gonna act like it does. thank you so so much to all the love and support you guys have given me for the past two parts, i'm genuinely so beyond grateful for it all :<< hopefully, you guys enjoy this part too!!

ps. READ PART ONE HERE & PART TWO HERE!!

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You open his chat window again like it’s muscle memory. Like your thumb don't know how to not betray you.

It’s not even about sending something. You’ve got no intention of doing that. At least, that’s what you tell yourself. But the screen is always open, staring back at you with that last unread message you sent almost a week ago — a throwaway meme you found on your lunch break. No reply. Not even a reaction.

And it hadn’t felt like a big deal in the moment. You sent it like always, light and dumb and nothing. But then the nothing kept going. No little gray typing bubble. No 'lol.' No double text. No late night 'you up?' Just this wall of silence.

You would’ve rather gotten a dry reply. Hell, even a thumbs up. Anything to prove that he saw you.

But now it’s been long enough that sending something new would feel desperate. Like you’re chasing him. Like you’re asking for something you’re not even supposed to want.

You lock your phone and throw it face down on your bed.

Then pick it back up five seconds later.

Then toss it again, harder, as if that’ll prove something.

You wish you were mad. You think you are mad — at least a little. But it’s a tangled kind of anger. One that knots itself up with embarrassment and sharp, bitter shame. You want to scream at him, yeah. But also at yourself.

Why did you let this happen?

Why did you let him blur the lines and kiss you like that and touch you like he meant it?

You were supposed to be smarter than this.

You lie back across your bed with one arm flung over your eyes. It’s stupid. You know it’s stupid. It was just sex. Just two nights. Two insanely good, dangerously close, way-too-connected nights. But still — technically just sex.

Except it wasn’t.

Not when he remembered your favourite sauce order without asking. Not when he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear while you ranted about work.

And especially not when he went cold the second things felt too good.

That’s what keeps twisting the knife. That shift in him. Like someone flipped a switch and rewrote the script. One minute, he was holding you like you mattered. The next, you were stepping out of his bathroom and into a stranger’s apartment.

You haven’t heard his voice since.

You bite the inside of your cheek and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to push down that lump of feeling before it rises too high.

It’s fine. You’re fine. You’re overthinking it.

Maybe he’s just going through something. Maybe he didn’t mean to shut you out. Maybe he thought you didn’t want to hear from him. Or maybe he’s just a fucking coward who got scared when the stakes changed.

But then, why didn’t you reach out?

Why didn’t you ask if he was okay, or tell him he was being weird, or demand an explanation like you’re owed one?

Because you’re afraid.

Because you don’t want the truth if the truth is that he regrets all of it.

Because deep down, you know this isn’t just a friendship anymore, and pretending it is would break you worse than silence.

Your phone buzzes once on the comforter beside you.

You freeze. Then sit up fast, breath catching halfway in your throat.

Your eyes are already scanning the screen before your brain can fully catch up.

Kook 🍜: hi

One word. Just hi. Like the last seven days didn’t happen. Like your stomach hasn’t been in knots trying to make sense of his silence. Like he didn’t vanish without warning after folding you into his sheets and leaving you to figure out what the hell it meant.

Your breath leaves you in one uneven exhale.

You blink at the message, your body locked in this strange stillness. Your thumb hovers, frozen. Part of you is tempted to stare at it until it disappears. Ignore it. Let him feel what it’s like to be the one left hanging. But your hands betray you again — just like they always do with him.

You: Radio silence for a week and all I get is a fucking hi? Wtf Jungkook

It’s not even what you really want to say, but it’s the closest thing you can manage that doesn’t sound like I missed you so much it made me sick or please don’t do this again.

Three dots appear.

Your heart squeezes like it’s caught in someone’s fist. And then the dots vanish.

Then come back.

Then vanish again.

You mutter, “Fucking say something,” to no one. It comes out too small, too desperate. You shut your eyes tight for a second like you can wring the feeling out of yourself by force.

A minute or so passes before his reply finally sends.

Kook 🍜: sorry. can i talk to you today?

You reread it so many times the text starts to lose meaning. Can I talk to you today?

You feel sick.

There’s no way you don’t know what this is. The phrasing. The tone. He wants to talk? What the fuck else could that mean, if not that he’s about to cut things off? That he’s going to hand you some polite little speech about how you’re great, but this can’t happen again. That he wants to stay friends and he doesn’t want to confuse things any more than he already has.

Or worse — he thinks you guys are better off cutting contact all together.

You bite down hard on your thumb, suddenly on the verge of tears and furious at yourself for it. You should’ve never let it get here. You should’ve drawn the line before the second time. Before the car. Before the party.

You should’ve been more careful with your heart.

But you’re here now. So far past the line you can’t even see it anymore.

You open your keyboard, then close it again. You want to ask what he wants to talk about. You want to demand answers over text so you don’t have to see his face when he says the words. But you know you won’t get anything that way.

You: Where?

Kook 🍜: i can come to yours

You sit there for a second, just breathing. You feel like you’re bracing for a crash that’s already midair.

You: What time?

Kook 🍜: i can be there in an hour?

You don’t answer. Not right away. You’re too busy staring at your reflection in the dark screen, wondering why your face looks so calm when your body feels like it’s trying to collapse in on itself.

You: Okay

You put the phone down carefully, like it might go off again, or explode, and turn your gaze to the ceiling. Every minute after this is going to stretch like it’s mocking you.

You don’t know if you’re getting closure or clarity. You don’t even know which one would hurt more.

But you know you won't cancel.

Because if this is going to end — if he’s going to say it — it has to be to your face. You need to see it.

You need to know for sure.

Jungkook is fucked.

Like, actually, cosmically, irreversibly fucked.

He stares at the elevator doors like they’re the gates to hell, and his own reflection in the brushed metal does him no favours. He looks tense. Jaw tight, shoulders hunched up high like he’s trying to fold himself into a more manageable version. Someone chill. Someone who isn’t about to shit himself over the thought of seeing you.

He rolls his shoulders back, shakes out his hands. Useless. He’s already sweating through his hoodie.

Every nerve in his body feels like it’s tuned an octave too high. Like if someone so much as breathes in his direction right now, he’ll either snap or confess something humiliating.

He wipes his palms on his jeans again. That’s the fourth time since the lobby.

The worst part is, he knows how he got here. He knows exactly when it happened, too — the moment the line moved.

It was your laugh. The tired kind, all cracked at the edges after that hellish Friday you had. You were curled up in his passenger seat, half out of it, feet tucked under you, and you’d looked over at him with that soft, worn-down smile.

And it just… hit him.

The weight of it. Of you.

He wanted to reach over and touch your face. Not to tease. Not to start something. Just to feel your skin under his fingers like it was allowed now.

And the second that thought formed — clear and blinding and way too tender — it was over. Game fucking over.

Because it wasn’t supposed to feel like that.

You’re his best friend. Have been for years. He knows how you take your coffee, how you organise your playlists by mood, how you chew on the inside of your cheek when you're anxious. You’re not just some girl he hooked up with at a party. You’re you.

And now, he’s standing in an elevator on the way to your apartment, trying not to think about how badly he messed it all up.

He hadn’t meant to ghost you. Not really. It was just — after that night, after the way you looked at him, all warm and trusting — he panicked. Full-body, brain-scrambling, total system failure. He couldn’t even look at you without feeling like he was seconds from saying something stupid like "Don’t sleep with anyone else, please," or "I think I’m in love with you."

So instead, he shut down. Did the one thing he always swore he wouldn’t do with you — he pulled away. Got weird. Avoided it. Avoided you.

And now you’re pissed.

Rightfully so.

He deserved that text you sent. Probably worse. You could’ve ignored him completely and he wouldn’t have blamed you. But you didn’t. You texted back and he’s clinging onto that like a lifeline. Because it means there’s still time. Still a chance to fix it — if he doesn’t blow it again.

He presses the heel of his hand to his chest like that might steady the erratic rhythm of his heart.

What the fuck is he even going to say?

Sorry for being an emotionally constipated idiot?

Sorry I ghosted you because I realised I’m in love with you and it short-circuited my whole fucking personality?

Sorry I thought I could fuck you and still keep pretending like you don’t mean more to me than anyone else?

The elevator dings.

Jungkook flinches like it slapped him, then scrubs a hand through his hair, lets out a tight breath, and steps through the doors before he can change his mind.

He’s here.

Fuck. He’s actually here.

Jungkook looks like he didn’t sleep last night. Hair messy, clothes a little wrinkled, eyes flicking up to meet yours for a second before they dart away again. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket like he’s afraid of what they’ll do if left unsupervised.

You tell yourself not to feel relieved. Not to let it show. He didn’t cancel. He showed up. That shouldn’t mean as much as it does. It really, really shouldn’t.

But still — there’s something in your chest that unclenches when you see him standing there, real and present. Even if he does look like he’s about to apologise for burning down your house or something.

“Hey,” he says, voice quiet.

You step back from the door to let him in. Dry. Wordless. The move is automatic, but your body feels stiff with it, like your own muscles are annoyed on your behalf.

He hesitates before stepping inside, like he thinks the floor might swallow him up. You don't offer a smile. Don't even look at him once the door’s closed behind him.

You cross your arms and lean back against the edge of the kitchen counter, watching him with a blank expression that’s only half-real. The other half is tightly coiled under your skin — anger, sure, but under that, all the feelings you’ve been pretending not to have.

He does a slow, uncertain glance around your apartment like something might’ve changed since the last time he was here. But it hasn’t. It’s still your place. Same plants, same overhead light humming softly, same faint scent of laundry detergent that clings to the air.

He stands there awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It’s like he doesn’t know where to put his body.

You’ve never seen him like this before. Not around you. Jungkook’s always been comfortable here. The kind of comfortable that leaves shoes by the door without asking. The kind that opens your fridge like he owns a shelf. But right now, he looks like a stranger in someone else’s house.

You let the silence stretch out. You’re waiting for him to just speak, but he doesn’t

He doesn’t even try.

Eventually, your voice cuts through the air, a little too sharp. “Jungkook, you said you wanted to talk.”

His head snaps up like he forgot that was part of the deal. Like the fact that he came here at all already cost him everything he had in reserve.

“Yeah,” he says. His throat moves when he swallows. “I do.”

You raise your eyebrows, waiting.

He opens his mouth like he’s about to start, then closes it again. Shifts his stance. Rubs the back of his neck with one hand. You catch the way his eyes flick to the floor, then back to you, then away again.

You narrow your eyes. “Well?”

He breathes out a weak, almost bitter laugh and runs both hands down his thighs, like he’s physically trying to ground himself. “I don’t know how to do this,” he mutters.

You frown, arms still crossed tight across your chest. “What? Talk?”

You hate being like this towards him — you feel like a bitch. But it’s the only way that you can stop yourself from just spilling all of your thoughts and feelings to him.

“No, I—” He breaks off, jaw flexing. “No. I mean… say the right thing. Say any of it without sounding like an idiot.”

You blink, unimpressed. “So you came here without knowing what you were gonna say.”

He looks at you then. Fully. And for the first time since he walked in, you see the real wreckage behind his eyes. There’s nothing cool or casual about it. He’s unravelling in slow motion. Everything about him is quiet desperation wrapped in someone trying really hard not to fall apart.

“I didn’t know what to say because I didn’t know what I wanted,” he says finally. “And then I figured it out, and that somehow made it worse.”

You stay silent.

He shifts closer, not by much — just a few inches. “I fucked up,” he adds, voice barely above a whisper. “I know I did. I know I disappeared. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t care. I was just—” he stops, jaw tightening again. “I got scared.”

You scoff under your breath and look away.

“I’m serious,” he says, softer now. “It freaked me out. How fast it happened. How much it changed.”

You look back at him, jaw set. “What changed?”

He swallows again. Stiff. His voice cracks a little when he speaks next.

“You,” he says again. “How I feel about you. That changed.”

Your chest tightens.

You don’t react, not visibly. You keep your face still, unreadable, even though your brain is suddenly scrambling. You’ve been yanked in too many directions this past week. You’re not going to lean into hope just because he finally decided to speak.

So you say nothing. You just hold his gaze and wait.

Jungkook takes a breath, his shoulders rising with it, then falling in a slow, deliberate exhale. The nervousness is still there — but it’s settled into something quieter now.

“I kept trying to tell myself it didn’t mean anything,” he says. “That it was just— whatever. Two friends, getting carried away. We were drunk the first time, right? It was easy to lie to myself about that. Easy to say it didn’t have to go anywhere.”

His voice is calm, but there's tension underneath it.

“But the second time?” He pauses, tongue running along the inside of his cheek, eyes still locked on yours. “That wasn’t drunk. That wasn’t casual. That was me driving us across town just to make you feel better, because I can’t stand it when you’re not okay.”

You flinch — barely — but he sees it. You know he does.

“And then it was me kissing you like I’d lose my mind if I didn’t. You think I didn’t notice how different that felt? I’ve never kissed you like that before. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”

The weight of his words hangs in the air between you.

You’re still standing by the counter, arms crossed, but now your grip has loosened. You hate how much this is getting to you, how badly you want to give in, how your chest aches just hearing him say the things you’d only let yourself think when the lights were off and your phone screen was dark.

Jungkook takes another step toward you.

“When I brought you back to mine that night… when you came out of the shower, and I saw you just standing there in my space, looking at me like I was safe…” His voice catches, but not in a way that makes him crumble — just enough to show the truth of it. “I freaked the fuck out.”

You blink at him, finally speaking. “Yeah. I noticed.”

He huffs out a breath that's almost a laugh, but not quite. “I didn’t mean to shut down. I didn’t even know what I was doing in the moment. I just— everything in me wanted to pull you close, and that’s when I realised I couldn’t keep doing this the way we were doing it. Not without losing my shit every time you left.”

Your throat feels tight, but you still ask, “So you decided to ghost me instead?”

That lands. His jaw flexes, and he nods once. “Yeah. I did. I thought if I gave it space, I could go back to being normal. Go back to just being your friend. But I couldn’t. I can’t.

“I don’t want to be just your friend anymore. Not because of the sex, not because it was good— which it was, but that’s not the point. It’s you. It’s always been you. I didn’t realise how much until I almost lost it completely.”

You swallow hard. Your arms are uncrossed now. Not folded in, not defensive — just hanging at your sides like you’re too stunned to remember what to do with them.

Jungkook steps in closer. Not touching you yet. But near enough that you can smell him — faint cologne, his laundry detergent, the scent you associate with your car windows fogging up.

“I missed you,” he says, and his voice turns softer. “Every day. And it scared the shit out of me, how badly I wanted to talk to you. Touch you. Just be around you. I wasn’t ready to admit it last week, and I was a coward for that. But I’m not running anymore.”

Silence again.

Except it doesn’t feel like the ones you’ve been drowning in for a week.

“I don’t know what you’re feeling,” he says, lower now, like the words might break if he’s too loud. “And I’m not assuming anything. But if you still want me around— really want me— just say the word. I’ll figure out the rest.”

You inhale slowly, try to even out your breathing, but your chest still feels like it’s barely holding together. Your heart’s doing that thing where it thuds too hard without speeding up.

You hate that you believe him. That you always would’ve. That no matter how angry you were, no matter how cold you tried to be when he walked in — you still wanted him to explain, to prove it wasn’t what your worst thoughts told you it was.

And now he has.

He’s standing in front of you with open hands, with the words you oh so desperately wanted to hear. And for a moment, you’re not sure what to do with that.

“I hate you,” you say quietly.

It’s not true. Not even close. But it’s the first thing that leaves your mouth.

Jungkook huffs out a dry laugh, eyes dropping to the floor. “Yeah,” he murmurs, nodding. “I figured.”

You shake your head once. “No. I mean it. I fucking hate you for this. For—” You break off, because your voice is shaking now. “For making me feel like I was crazy. For not even saying goodnight after… after everything.”

His face tightens, but he doesn’t interrupt.

“You could’ve just told me,” you go on. “You could’ve said it was too much. That it got weird. That you needed time. Anything. But you disappeared. And I had to sit here wondering if I made it all up."

You pause, pressing your lips together.

“And I— I missed you too, you know,” you add, quieter this time.

His mouth opens like he might speak, but no sound comes out at first. Instead, he closes the space between you by half, slow and steady, like he’s afraid of pushing too far.

“God, you’re such an asshole,” you whisper, but your tone isn't mean. Not even close.

He laughs, soft and low. “Yeah. I know.

“You promise me you’re sure? Cause Jungkook, I will fucking cut off your dick if you pull this shit again.”

He smiles but doesn’t hesitate. “I promise. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You stare at him.

Long enough that the air between you stretches taut, thin as thread.

His hand twitches like he wants to reach for you but still doesn’t know if he’s allowed. His jaw flexes, his chest rising and falling in uneven swells. You can tell he’s waiting — for a sign, for a go-ahead, for you.

And even though part of you still wants to be mad, still wants to make him sweat just a little longer, the rest of you aches. For his mouth. For his hands. For the solid, grounding weight of him.

So you move.

You step into the last inch of space between you and grab the front of his hoodie. He exhales like he’s been holding his breath for a year, but you don’t give him a chance to say anything.

You kiss him.

Not out of impulse. Not for show. You kiss him because you need to. Because your chest feels like it’s going to split open if you don’t.

At first, it’s quiet. Just lips pressed to lips — careful, slow. There’s a pause between each pass of your mouth over his, like you’re both trying to remember how this started. How you even got here.

But then he sighs against you — not loud, not dramatic, just a sound full of relief — and it unravels something.

His hands lift, hesitating for only half a second before they settle on your waist, fingers curling tight. You press closer, and his lips part beneath yours. The angle shifts. Your nose bumps his cheek. It’s not perfect, but it’s real, and when your tongue brushes his, everything tilts.

The sweetness melts fast.

He makes a sound low in his throat and drags you in like the distance is unbearable. Your hands slide up into his hair, fingers threading through the strands at the base of his neck, and the way he reacts — the little shiver he tries to swallow — sends heat straight down your spine.

You kiss him harder.

His body crowds yours until your back meets the wall. Not rough, not rushed. Just firm. His chest presses to yours, and you can feel the way his heart races. How your own pulse kicks up to match it.

The kiss deepens, turns messy at the edges. His teeth catch your bottom lip and your breath stutters, but you don’t pull back. You tilt your chin, chasing more, and the next time he kisses you, it’s hungrier. One of his hands slips to the small of your back, palm dragging slow and warm beneath your shirt. The skin-to-skin contact makes your whole body twitch.

You gasp into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, his hands tightening. His other arm slips around your waist completely, pulling you flush against him, and suddenly you’re not thinking anymore. You’re just feeling.

The tension that’s been bottling up between you two — the silence, the week of wondering, the ache of missing him so much it hurt — it all floods to the surface.

You fist your hands in his hoodie, yanking him impossibly closer. Your hips shift forward, just enough to brush him, and the sound he makes is sharp and involuntary, caught between a breath and a groan.

“Fuck,” he mutters, barely pulling back. His forehead presses to yours, breath ragged. “You’re driving me insane.”

You huff, lips brushing his. “That’s fair.”

Then he kisses you again. Rougher this time. Desperate in a way that makes your knees go soft.

He doesn’t stay at your mouth for long. His lips trail down — your jaw, your cheek, the shell of your ear. His breath is hot and uneven, and when he finds your neck, your whole body reacts. Your hands clutch at him, your back arches off the wall, and the soft sound that escapes your throat isn’t one you mean to make.

He feels it. Hears it. Answers it with a low, reverent sound that seems to vibrate straight through you.

His tongue traces the spot beneath your ear, slow and deliberate, and your eyes flutter shut.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, your breath catching sharp in your throat. You pull back for a second before lowering your mouth to his neck, right where the collar of his hoodie dips. He lets out a small sound, hands flexing on your waist, when your lips press there.

You start slow. You can feel his pulse under your tongue, the way his chest rises against yours, unsteady and warm. Then you part your lips and suck gently at the spot just below his jaw. His whole body stutters, hips jerking against yours before he can stop it.

Your fingers trail down his chest, tugging his hoodie collar aside for better access. His head tips back, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted.

You do it again, this time with enough pressure to leave a mark, and the sound of your mouth working against his skin is lewd.

He groans. It’s low and rough and barely held back, and the sound shoots straight between your legs. You feel him hardening now, undeniable through the fabric where he’s pressed against you.

“All mine?” you whisper, your lips brushing over the new mark you’ve left.

He doesn’t even hesitate. “All yours.”

His voice is breathless. Wrecked. And so damn certain it knocks something loose in your chest.

You pull back just enough to look at him — really look. His pupils are blown, his lips swollen, a flush climbing high on his cheeks. He looks at you like he wants to devour you. Like he would if you let him.

“I missed that mouth,” he mutters, hands gliding under your shirt again, palms broad and warm. “Missed everything.”

You kiss his throat in reply and drag your teeth across it until he swears under his breath.

His hips grind against you again, harder this time. You both feel it — the friction, the heat building between your bodies.

His arms shift beneath you and he lifts you clean off the ground in one smooth motion, hands strong under your thighs. A startled sound escapes your throat as your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, gripping him tight.

“Fuck,” he mutters again, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “I want you so bad it’s actually stupid.”

You smile, drunk on the feel of him.

“Bedroom?” you murmur, tracing your lips over the new mark blooming against his skin.

He hums lowly, and shifts his grip on your thighs.

He carries you through the hallway and your lips never leave his skin for more than a second.

When he reaches your bedroom, he doesn’t hesitate. He steps inside and drops you onto the mattress in one fluid movement.

You barely get your bearings before he’s crawling over you, slotting his body between your legs, His mouth finds yours again, and you moan into it before you can stop yourself when his knee presses between your legs.

Your hips twitch, grinding down against the pressure, and he groans in response, the sound vibrating through your chest as his mouth moves with yours. His hand slips under your shirt again, this time bolder, fingers spanning across your ribs and inching higher until his knuckles brush the curve of your breast.

You gasp softly, and he pulls back just enough to murmur, “Off.”

You sit up just enough to grab the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head in one smooth pull, your hair mussed from the friction. He watches the fabric fall to the floor, then looks at you.

“You’re so fucking pretty," he breathes.

You roll your eyes automatically, even though your face is already burning. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious,” he says, and his voice drops low. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

His lips part and he kisses along your sternum — slow, wet presses of his mouth that trail up and then out, over the swell of one breast, then the other.

You inhale sharply when his mouth grazes the sensitive skin beside your nipple, and his eyes flick up at the sound, pupils blown. He kisses lower, then higher again, murmuring against your skin, “Can’t believe I went a week without this.”

The vibration of his voice right against your skin makes you arch, and he meets you halfway, grinding down slow and deliberate, like he knows exactly what you’re chasing and wants to stretch it out just to watch you squirm.

Your hands curl into his shoulders, nails biting down just enough to make him grunt softly into your skin. He rolls his hips again, slow and heavy, and the pressure against your core has your breath catching in your throat.

“Koo,” you whine out.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, lips pink and wet, hair falling into his eyes. He grins, crooked and hot and deeply pleased with himself.

“Yeah, baby?” he asks, and his voice is pure sin.

You glare, but your thighs shift open under him anyway.

“Please.”

He hums, satisfied, and starts working his way lower. Every kiss is wet and unhurried. Down your chest, across your stomach. His hands follow, smoothing over your ribs, down to your hips, dragging the waistband of your pants just slightly with them. His thumbs hook in the fabric, pausing right above your pelvis.

He looks up at you, smug and dark-eyed.

“Gonna let me take these off?”

He's so annoying you're gonna kill him. “Do I look like I’m stopping you?”

“No,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss just below your navel, “but I like hearing you say it.”

You huff, fingers threading into his hair again. “Take them off, Kook.”

He eases them down slowly — too slowly — dragging the fabric down your legs while his mouth follows in a path of heat and pressure. He kisses your hipbone, your inner thigh, every patch of skin he uncovers like it’s something sacred. When your panties go next, he makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat — more reverent than smug this time.

You’re already wet, already aching, and from the way his eyes flicker as he takes you in, he fucking knows it.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re soaked. You missed me that much?”

You exhale hard, cheeks hot. “Shut up and do something about it.”

He grins again, slower this time. “Anything you want.”

His hands grip your thighs and spread them further apart, and before you can say another word, his mouth is on you.

The first swipe of his tongue is long, and delibirate. You jerk at the contact, a broken sound slipping from your lips, and he groans like he’s the one falling apart. His hands tighten on your hips, holding you in place, and does it again.

Every movement of his tongue is practiced and precise. He starts slow, almost gentle, licking through your folds with a kind of focus that makes your head spin. Your thighs threaten to close around his head, but he pushes them apart with ease, never breaking rhythm.

Your hands move to the back of his head, gripping tight. His tongue circles your clit once, then again, and the third time he sucks it between his lips. You try to stifle a moan, but it slips from your lips anyway.

He pulls back just enough to speak, breath hot on your skin.

“Keep making those sounds, baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “Wanna hear every fucking thing I do to you.”

He movements turn faster, his mouth messy and hot and relentless. You’re already close, the build-up sharp and climbing, and he can feel it. One of his hands slips lower, spreading you open further with his thumb, and his tongue drags in tighter circles.

You’re writhing, panting, toes curling into the sheets. Your fingers tug at his hair, your spine arching off the bed.

“Fuck— Kook—” you gasp, head thrown back.

He groans again, the sound vibrating straight through your pussy. He doubles down, mouth moving faster, and when your hips start to stutter, erratic and desperate, he presses his hand over your stomach, grounding you.

“You’re gonna come for me?” he murmurs against you, mouth slick with you. “Gonna let me taste it?”

You nod frantically, unable to speak, your whole body wound tight and ready to snap.

He presses his mouth against you again, lips sucking against your clit, and the feeling has you squirming with pleasure.

“Kook—” your voice breaks open as you come hard against his mouth.

He moans, but his movements don't stop.

Your body arches helplessly, heels digging into the bed, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other still tangled in his hair as you ride out the wave. You’re gasping, blinking hard, your heart trying to punch through your ribs.

Only when your legs start to tremble uncontrollably does he finally pull back.

His lips are slick and swollen, jaw damp, hair messy from where you’ve been gripping it. And he looks wrecked — eyes heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide, like just being between your thighs has undone something in him.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then drags his lips slowly up your inner thigh, leaving lazy kisses in his wake.

You’re still catching your breath, staring at the ceiling like your soul just left your body, when he plants a final kiss on the inside of your knee and murmurs, “Yeah. I’m never ghosting you again.”

You let out a breathless laugh, too blissed out to be mad. “You better not.”

“After that?” he says, crawling back up your body, slow and unhurried. “I’d be clinically insane.”

He settles over you again, pressing a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your stomach, then another between your breasts, then finally your mouth. You taste yourself on his tongue, and when he groans against your lips, it sends a fresh jolt of heat straight through you.

His body is flush against yours, his clothed cock thick and heavy where it presses against your thigh. You let your hands trail down his chest slowly to tug at the denim loops of his jeans.

"Want these off," you mumble against his lips.

He smiles and presses one last kiss to your mouth before he leans back onto his knees. His hands go to his belt, and you watch the way his fingers fumble for just a second.

He gets the buckle undone, then the zipper, the sound louder than it should be in your quiet bedroom. You watch as he shucks them down, boxers and all, and your breath catches slightly at the sight of him — flushed and hard and achingly ready.

“Better?” he asks, voice low.

You nod, breath shallow, and he’s already crawling back over you. The heat of him sinks into your skin as his body settles between your thighs, bare now.

Your legs part without hesitation.

His weight, the press of his chest to yours, the familiar scent of him wrapped in something raw and new — it all hits at once, and your whole body shivers.

He’s warm everywhere. The kind of warmth that soaks into your bones and makes you ache for more.

His hands slide along your arms until they find yours where they’re resting above your head. He threads his fingers through yours and presses them gently into the pillow, pinning you there. His eyes search yours, and you feel the first brush of him between your legs, just the tip, teasing the edge of you.

He doesn’t move yet. Just rests there, eyes locked on yours.

“You okay?” he murmurs, voice low and thick, like he’s hanging on by a thread.

You don’t answer — not with words. You just tilt your hips up, welcoming him in with nothing but a look.

He pushes in slow — painfully slow — each inch dragging fire across your nerves as your body stretches to take him. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, your fingers clenching around his. When he’s fully buried inside you, he stills completely.

“Fuck,” he breathes, forehead dropping to yours. “You feel… unreal.”

You can’t speak — your body’s too full, too wrecked already — so you kiss him instead. Slow and sweet and a little desperate. Your hips rock up, seeking more.

He groans into your mouth, finally starting to move, and every thrust is so fucking deep. It’s not rushed or frantic. It’s him savouring you, like he wants to remember how this feels with every part of himself.

His hands stay tight around yours, anchoring you both to the bed, to each other.

The rhythm builds, a slow burn that spreads everywhere, and between kisses you catch the way he looks at you — like he’s seeing something he’s afraid to lose. Like there’s something he wants to say but can’t yet.

“You were supposed to beg,” you manage to murmur against his mouth, breathless. “Grovel a little.”

That crooked smile curls against your lips. “My bad, baby,” he murmurs. “You can make me beg next time.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re gonna regret that.”

He shifts his hips, thrusting deeper, and your breath leaves you in a ragged gasp.

“You promise?”

The challenge in his voice is smug, but his eyes are dark and glassy, his control hanging by a thread. You whimper in response, thighs tightening around his waist, and he dips his head to your throat, dragging his lips along your pulse like it’s the only thing tethering him to earth.

He starts to move with more purpose now, making you feel every second of it. His cock grinds into that spot that makes your vision blur, and your whole body tenses, fingers squeezing his like a lifeline.

The moan you let out is shameless, high and wrecked, when he tilts his hips just right — again and again, like he’s carving his name into your body from the inside.

“Right there?” he murmurs, already knowing. His hand slips between your bodies, thumb finding your clit with the kind of confidence that only comes from knowing you — every reaction, every sound. “God, you’re so fucking wet. You always get like this for me?”

“Koo—” His name slips out broken, a warning and a plea wrapped in one.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, voice ragged, forehead pressed to yours. His thrusts get rougher now, faster, the rhythm losing polish but gaining intensity. “Let me have you, baby. Come again for me.”

The words send a bolt of heat straight to your core, your whole body winding tight. His mouth crashes against yours before you can respond, tongue tangling with yours, greedy and open and honest in all the ways his words still aren’t.

When he pulls back, he’s panting, “You feel like heaven, fuck.”

You can’t even process it — not now, not when his rhythm stutters and his hips slam harder, each thrust jolting a cry from your throat. Your legs are trembling, your grip bruising where it clings to him, and you can feel the knot in your stomach tighening.

“That’s it,” he groans, watching your face like it’s the only thing that matters. “Let go for me. Let me feel you.”

You bury your face in his shoulder, teeth catching on his skin as your orgasm crashes over you. Your body locks up, thighs clenching, and you cry out his name. His hand squeezes yours back, holding you through it.

Your walls grip him tight, and he groans loud against your skin, hips faltering. “Fuck— shit—”

He thrusts once more before spilling into you with a broken sound, voice rasping your name like a prayer.

His whole body shudders as he comes, arms locked tight around you like he needs you to stay exactly where you are — here, under him, around him, real. His forehead drops to your shoulder, damp curls brushing your skin as he exhales, long and shaky.

Neither of you move right away. The air between you is thick with heat and breath and a comforting silence.

Eventually though, he shifts just enough to press a kiss to your collarbone. Then another, softer.

His hand slides along your waist, fingertips brushing lazy patterns into your skin. You hum under your breath — not a word, just a sound — and he responds by kissing your shoulder again.

Your legs are still tangled together. His body still half-draped over yours. There’s a mess between your thighs and sweat clinging to your skin, and you should probably say something, anything — but there’s something sweet about the silence now. It’s soft. Unspoken. Peaceful, in a weirdly intimate way.

He shifts again, easing out of you with a quiet groan, and you wince a little at the loss.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, running a hand gently over your thigh like an apology.

“It’s fine,” you breathe, eyes closed, chest still rising and falling too fast.

He doesn’t go far. Just rolls to the side, still close enough that his leg stays pressed against yours, and reaches for the blanket to pull it up over you both. He tugs you into his chest like second nature, burying his nose in your hair, his hand stroking absently up and down your arm.

“You good?” he asks softly, lips brushing your temple.

“Yeah,” you say, quieter now. “You?”

He pauses. Then he nods against your skin. “Yeah. More than.”

You lay there like that for a while, heartbeats evening out. He’s still drawing shapes on your skin — fingertips slow, mindless — and you smile to yourself, warmth blooming low in your stomach.

“So,” you murmur eventually, voice still hoarse. “What now? We high-five and call it a night?”

He huffs a laugh into your hair. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to a high-five.”

You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder. “Cocky.”

“Confident,” he corrects, grinning. “But really—” He shifts a little so he can see your face, one hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “If we’re doing this, I wanna do it right.”

You blink, caught off-guard by the sudden sincerity in his voice. “Do what right?”

He raises an eyebrow, like it should be obvious. “Us.”

There’s a pause. You look at him, and he looks at you, and it’s terrifying and sweet all at once.

“I really like you,” he says, quieter this time. “And I’m not just saying that because I just got laid.” He cracks a small smile. “Though, to be fair, that was mind-blowing.”

You snort. “So humble.”

“I’m serious,” he says, nudging your nose with his. “I’ll take you out. I’ll plan dumb dates. I’ll be obnoxiously charming and show up with flowers. I’ll be— like— a gentleman, or whatever.”

You give him a look. “You should’ve done all that before you fucked me.”

His grin spreads. “Yeah, well. Guess I got the order wrong. You gonna hold that against me?”

“Maybe,” you say, lips twitching.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, fingers brushing your cheek. “You’ll see. I’ll be so romantic it’ll make you want to punch me.”

“I already want to punch you.”

“And yet,” he says smugly, pulling you closer, “you’re still in my bed.”

“This is my bed, dumbass.”

He pauses. “Okay, fair. But I am naked in it. With you.”

You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face won’t go away. His arm tightens around your waist, and you let yourself relax into it — into him. For once, it doesn’t feel like something to second-guess.

He kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.

You tuck your face into his neck and sigh. “You better bring the good flowers. Like the ones that don’t die in two days.”

“Oh, so now you’re picky?”

“You said dates and flowers. I’m holding you to it.”

“Noted,” he says, fingers threading into your hair. “I’m gonna be so disgustingly good to you.”

You laugh softly into his skin.

And he just holds you tighter.

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Same Time Tomorrow

Synopsis: You broke up months ago. Things ended quietly—no screaming, no dramatic goodbye—just silence and a shared ride that never stopped. Every day after work, she still waits by your car like nothing changed. And maybe… not everything has. Between shared fried rice, familiar teasing, and a hug that lingers a little too long, you wonder if “tomorrow” still means something more.

Word Count: 1,680

Karina X M!Reader

a/n: here’s the karina fic, since she won (once again) HAHAHA

The office was quiet after 7PM.

Most of the lights were off, computers asleep, and the last echo of heels on tile had disappeared twenty minutes ago. You stayed longer than you had to—not really because of work. You just didn’t want to run into her downstairs again.

But there she was.

Leaning against the side of your car like nothing had changed. Her arms were crossed. Earphones in. Lips moving just slightly—probably singing along to whatever was playing. She did that when she was waiting. Still did, apparently.

You exhaled slowly, not quite a sigh, not quite a breath.

You walked up, keys in hand. “I thought you left already.”

She didn’t even look at you. Just checked the time on her phone and said, “You’re late.”

“I wasn’t.”

“There’s no traffic. You had no excuse.”

You unlocked the car. She slipped into the passenger seat like she still belonged there.

Technically, she did.

Even after the breakup, you never said you’d stop giving her rides home when your shifts lined up. Neither of you ever brought it up. It just… kept happening.

You got in, started the car. No music. No small talk.

But the silence wasn’t awkward. Just… familiar.

A minute in, she asked casually, “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.”

“You hungry?”

“A little.”

She dug into her tote and pulled out a small takeout container, still warm. She set it down on the center console without looking at you.

You glanced. Fried rice. Sliced spam. A soft egg on top.

Her favorite. But it had ketchup.

Your favorite.

She didn’t say it was for you.

You didn’t ask.

You started driving. The city moved past slowly, lights passing over her face—like a flickering slideshow of old versions of her. Ones you used to know. Ones you maybe still missed.

Then, without turning her head, she spoke again.

Soft. Almost like a warning.

“You’re not allowed to be cute anymore.”

You glanced at her, confused. “What?”

“You were looking at me.” She didn’t smile, didn’t flinch. Just said it flatly. “Like that.”

“Like what?”

She finally looked at you. And for a second, she almost looked like the girl you knew—the one who used to hold your hand during red lights. The one who used to laugh at your stupid jokes.

But this time, her voice was steady.

“Like you still want to kiss me.”

You didn’t say anything.

Just kept driving.

And she didn’t bring it up again

You stopped at a red light.

The kind that takes forever to turn green. One of those junctions that makes the city feel slower, heavier. You could hear the low hum of other cars, the occasional motorbike weaving through, and somewhere in the distance, a bark of a dog. Manila at night.

She opened the container and handed you the fork.

You didn’t ask, but she did it anyway.

You raised a brow. “What if this wasn’t for me?”

“Then I guess you just stole my dinner,” she said, deadpan.

You took a bite. Warm. Soft. Slightly overcooked egg. Still good.

“Tastes like you rushed it.”

She scoffed, turning slightly toward the window. “Wow. That’s how you thank me now?”

You chewed. Smirked. “That’s not how you used to thank me.”

She looked back, eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”

“I remember you used to say thank you with—what was it again?” You pretended to think. “Oh, right. A kiss on the cheek. Or sometimes forehead. If I was lucky.”

She leaned back, arms crossed again. “You sound bitter.”

You shrugged. “I sound honest.”

Silence stretched again, but this time it was more alive. Electric. Like if either of you leaned an inch too far, something would snap.

She shook her head, but her smile betrayed her.

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“I was full of fried rice,” you replied, holding up the container. “Now I’m just full of… nostalgia.”

She laughed under her breath. Small. Short. But real.

And you hated how much that sound still did something to you.

The light turned green.

You didn’t drive.

She noticed.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You looked at her. She was still looking at the road, arms crossed again, but her foot tapped against the car mat like it always did when she was trying not to say something.

You could feel it. The space between you shrinking. Not physically—just… emotionally.

And maybe that was worse.

“You can’t do this,” she muttered.

“Do what?”

“This.” She gestured vaguely. “Look at me like that. Say shit like that. Act like we’re still…”

She trailed off.

You finished her sentence in your head.

Still yours. Still us. Still something.

But all you said was, “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

She didn’t believe you.

You didn’t believe yourself either.

The car had barely moved five blocks before you heard her sigh dramatically.

“What now?” you asked, not even looking.

“I’m cold.”

You blinked. “You were literally sweating earlier.”

“Yeah, but now the AC’s pointed straight at me.”

You glanced at the vent. It wasn’t.

“You can adjust it.”

“I could,” she said, “but you’re the driver. Serve me.”

You rolled your eyes and turned the vent half a click to the left. “There. Your Highness.”

She gave a fake cough. “What happened to the guy who used to bring me extra jackets in case I got cold?”

You smirked. “He learned to let women handle their own temperature.”

She leaned back with a smirk of her own. “Wow. Character development.”

There was a pause.

Then: “What happened to the girl who used to say thank you after rides?”

She gasped. “I’m literally giving you food right now.”

“Out of guilt, probably.”

“Out of pity.”

You scoffed. “Wow. That’s low.”

“You deserved it.”

You both smiled—small, subtle. It felt weird. Not forced. Not painful. Just easy.

Like it used to be.

“You still chew fast when you’re pretending you’re not enjoying something,” she muttered.

You paused mid-bite. “I do not.”

“You do,” she nodded confidently. “You used to do that with my adobo when I made it too salty.”

You shook your head, swallowing. “I literally liked that adobo.”

“No, you didn’t.”

You pointed your fork at her. “You’re annoying.”

“And yet,” she said, leaning her head against the window with that smug little grin, “you still offer me rides.”

You shrugged, “Old habits die hard.”

She didn’t say anything for a while after that.

Just let the city pass by. Traffic slowing, then picking up again. The streetlights caught the side of her face—made her eyes look softer, like she was letting her guard down, even just for a bit.

And then, quiet:

“I missed this.”

You turned slightly. “What?”

She didn’t repeat it. Just stared ahead like she hadn’t said anything at all.

So you filled in the silence.

“Me too.”

She looked at you then.

No smirk. No snark.

Just her. Bare. Familiar.

And for the first time in weeks—months, maybe—it didn’t feel like you were trying to win anything. It didn’t feel like someone had to walk away first.

You both just sat there, in a car that suddenly felt way too small for everything that still lingered.

You pulled over near her street. Same old spot.

The streetlamp above still buzzed like it always did, casting that dim, warm light through the windshield. You let the engine hum in the background, neither of you rushing to move.

She didn’t open the door.

Not yet.

Instead, she turned her body slightly, tucking her legs under her, facing you. One arm rested on the passenger seat, the other fiddling with the zipper of her tote.

“You’ve been quiet,” she said, her voice a little softer now.

“So have you.”

A short laugh escaped her. “Guess we’re both tired of pretending we’re okay.”

You turned your head, met her eyes. There wasn’t any teasing now. No smirk. Just that look—familiar, honest, a little scared.

“I missed this,” she said.

You smiled, barely. “You already said that.”

“I know.” She paused. “I just… wanted to say it again. In case you weren’t listening.”

“I was.”

She looked down, then back up again, like she was debating something.

And then, quietly:

“Do you… still think about me?”

You didn’t answer right away.

Instead, you shifted, leaning slightly over the center console. She stayed still, eyes on yours, not moving away.

Your voice came out lower than you meant, but steady.

“Every day.”

That was all it took.

Her arms wrapped around your shoulders before either of you could overthink it. Just a soft, instinctive pull—like muscle memory. She held you like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like you hadn’t been avoiding each other for months. Like she never left.

You let yourself fall into it, one arm circling around her waist, the other resting on her back. She was warm. Her hair smelled faintly like shampoo and too-long workdays.

You didn’t know who tightened the hug first.

But neither of you let go.

Not even when her voice came out again, muffled by your shoulder:

“I didn’t mean to make you wait this long.”

You rested your chin lightly on her head. “You’re here now.”

She pulled back a little—not fully, just enough to look at you.

And for a moment, it really did feel like maybe, just maybe, the two of you were still possible.

Then she smiled—small, shy, but genuine.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nodded. “Same time.”

She gave you one last squeeze, then finally stepped out, walking backward a few steps before turning toward her gate.

You didn’t drive off right away.

You just sat there for a second longer, the warmth of her still wrapped around you, even after she was gone.

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dicksuki.

synopsis: seeking out comfort from unofficialbf!katsuki and he says something mean and it's your final straw. + katsuki can't stand seeing you cry.

notes: i will be exclusively referring to mean katsuki as dicksuki from now on

it has been a long, long day. you're running on maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep, you're on your period, you've been buried under homework, and you're 2 seconds away from a nervous breakdown. so, you did what any girl would do and sought comfort from katsuki. you’re curled into his chest, warm and tired, tucked under the covers in his dorm bed. it’s late. the room’s quiet. and he just kissed your forehead like he always does. casual, gentle, thoughtless in the way it’s become second nature.

“i love when you do that,” you whisper, voice barely above the hum of his fan.

he hums low in his chest. “do what?”

“kiss my forehead,” you say, already sounding half-asleep. “it feels like you really love me when you do.”

his heart skips. it stutters, even. but he doesn’t show it. instead, he scoffs, because that’s what he does. dumbass defense mechanism kicking in without permission.

“maybe i don’t,” he mutters, a teasing edge in his voice. “maybe i just do it to shut you up.”

he smirks. like he thinks he’s being funny. like it’s nothing.

and for a second, he thinks you laugh. or maybe you’re just shifting under the blanket.

but then he feels you go still. not the relaxed kind. not the sleepy kind.

the kind of still that makes his stomach twist.

he glances down, still smirking, until he sees your face.

you’re staring at nothing, eyes wide and watery, lashes clumped from blinking too fast. lips trembling like you’re trying so hard to hold it in but you’re already losing the battle.

and it hits him like a truck.

“wait.”

his smile drops instantly.

“wait. shit. baby.”

it wasn't exactly what he said. sure, it was kind of hurtful, but it was more the accumulation of all of your stressors and he happened to be the final straw. don't crash out over this. it's ok. you don’t say anything. you don't trust yourself. you don’t move, either, lest some tears fall out with the motion. your chest rises with a shaky breath you try to swallow.

his whole body tenses. “fuck, i didn’t mean that. hey, no, no, c’mere. look at me.”

he’s cupping your face before you can turn away, thumb brushing your cheek, voice suddenly so soft.

“i was just messin’ with you,” he says, frantic now. “i didn’t mean it. of course i love you. fuck, of course i do.”

you blink up at him, eyes glassy. you're so vulnerable and emotional right now. honestly, you'd been sort of insecure about loving katsuki more than he loves you lately, and he confirmed all of your worst fears. after all, you were technically 'just friends.' just because he hangs out with you doesn't mean he loves you. “but you said-”

“i know what i said,” he cuts in quickly, guilt written all over him. “and it was stupid, okay? i was bein’ a dick like always and i swear i didn’t mean it. not even a little.”

your lip wobbles and he practically whines, pulling you against him and hiding his face in your hair.

“god, don’t cry. please don't cry. i’ll do anything, i’ll kiss your forehead a hundred times, just.. don’t think i don’t love you. and also stop cryin'. it's killin' me. i love you, sweets.”

you sniff against his collarbone, voice muffled. “you do?”

he leans back just enough to kiss you. your forehead, your temple, your hair. kiss, kiss, kiss.

“so fuckin' much.”

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[cathnospam]

Your best friend Bakugo has a very interesting habit of laying FACE DOWN between your thighs when he comes over.

It’s not often he comes to your dorm since he’s been so busy lately, but when he can, he either takes you away from UA or lock your door and spend the evening there with you if he’s not in the mood with anybody else. Which you don’t mind, next to Kiri and Deku you’re his closest friend. #1 closest female friend he ever had . Probably for as long as you both became self aware.

And when you both do the second option to stay in your room he goes to use your shower, comes out with nothing but his dog tag you got him and black sweats. You’re usually laying on your back reading something on tumblr or playing on your switch when you feel the weight of your best friend spread your legs and comfortably lay between your thighs.

The only slight problem is that once he is completely out of it he shift his head a lot and he lands face first in your crotch.

It’s not THAT BAD, you’re not technically feeling anything seeing as your body is not extremely sensitive to touch, but his forehead on your pelvis, but you’ve looked up at your full length mirror to see how he sleeps on you and if anybody walked in…

well…

it would look like he’s eating rather than sleeping.

You clearly don’t hate it nor complain, you just don’t remember when he ever became this touchy.

Once you started to fall asleep your hands landed in his hair, fingers twitching causing a small scratch to his scalp. He’d wake up before you, a small string of spit on your inner thigh he wipes off and that’s what stirs you awake.

“My bad.” The rasp in his voice makes you blink yourself awake, holding your upper half on your elbows, “We been sleep for 5 hours? the hell.” He got up from his position to stretch and grabbed a water from your fridge.

“Well you seemed exhausted…and comfortable. Didn’t wanna wake ya.”

Your tone made him turn his head at you and glare, “The hell that’s supposed to mean.”

“Nothing,” You already knew this was going to turn into a bickering fiasco, so you debated for a moment if you should indulge him or not,

and you did.

“You just needa start sleeping on your back and not your stomach.”

“Don’t tell me how to sleep.”

“Well if i’m going to be your personal pillow I just want you to know about how badly you sleep on me if someone were to walk in on us.”

“What?!”

You reach out and take his hand, he stares at it before your grab it to pull him down and readjust him to the same position he was when sleeping, but turned his head to face the mirror, “Ya see.”

“I—“

It’s like you could feel his cheek warm up, his hands definitely started to sweat as they gripped your leg, his face was a mix of anger and embarrassment, you wasn’t sure if this was something he may unfriend you for actually.

“Well why didn’t you say anything!?…Pervert.”

“PER-PER-PERVERT?!”

“YES PERVERT?”

“I didn’t wanna annoy you while you slept last time i did you fucking popped me with an explosion! ….And my thighs are soft and smooth I don’t need no bruisers and scars on ‘em!”

“Oh for fucks sake.” Bakugo groans in annoyance to get up and grabs his bag, but he honestly didn’t want to leave, but he’s bakugo of course he’s going to be dramatic, “Just say you liked it and get over it.”

“You liked it too?! I’m not mad or anything you can use me all you want, ‘Suki.”

“Oh don’t make it fucking weird, y/n.”

He did though. He kept sleeping between your thighs because whether he admits it or not you’re the best sleep he’s ever had.

Just this time he sleeps on his back.

[slytherinboysvip]

Imagine best friend Mattheo being absolutely obsessed with his innocent little Hufflepuff bsf but she just can’t tell. Everyone else knows, and it is quite obvious, but she just can’t think someone like him would want someone like her. But when she jokingly says she’s gonna get Cedric to take her virginity he decides it’s time he came clean.

Possibly with some soft smut if you are comfortable with it of course

bsf mattheo riddle x hufflepuff reader

hopefully this matches your request <3 i’ll most likely make a part 2 for this because.. you’ll see ;) 3.5k words

you lived a rather simple uncomplicated life, attending hogwarts as a hufflepuff with no interest in anyone’s drama. though you kept to yourself most times you tried to be nice to all your peers maintaining your classic hufflepuff demeanor, despite this there was one thing that was different about you.

you see, you didn’t see or understand why people don’t like other houses just because of “house rivalry” especially the students who weren’t even participating in any sports or point winning. and with this over your years though you had few friends you had one best friend who at first seemed rather impossible to be friends with.. mattheo riddle.

when you two met you were a fourth year and him a fifth, coincidentally you were going on to a few friends about your annoyance with people automatically assuming the worst of slytherin even though you yourself weren’t in their house or nearly like one. mattheo overheard this heated- adorable voice coming from behind him and he walked towards you carefully.

he sat down in front of you beside your friend as she gawked faces towards you at his presence. “you don’t think we’re too mean, huh?” he questioned small laugh leaving his lips. “i just think that some people are misunderstood and just because some wizards turned out bad doesn’t mean all of them in your house are” you looked at him answering his question with ease

he smirked in amusement and leaned a little closer to you “hm, hufflepuff eh? what year are you puff?” he sat back examining you and you didn’t fail to notice that nickname he slipped in “fourth year but i have an early birthday which is annoying because i could technically be out sooner” you sighed ignoring his staring.

“well, seeing as it’s ravenclaw against gryffindor do you wanna watch the quidditch game with me i know the best view” he stood up and held his hand out for you, you look towards your friends and they’re both nodding their heads for you to go so you did.

from that point on you and mattheo had been best friends, sadly he was in his seventh year and now you in your sixth nothing much had changed in your life. living vicariously through mattheo and his stories about slytherin parties and how you should go to one with him before it’s too late, he’d tell you about his sexual adventures and your jaw would drop everytime.

you yourself also confided in him though with much less interesting things, telling him how you feel unlikeable by guys sometimes because they never try to get or talk to you, or how you feel lonely because you’ve never had a a boyfriend before. hed always help soothe the thoughts away, telling you that it’s only your brain making those things up , “listen y/n, anyone who doesn’t love you is fucking insane”.

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talking to your friend zarah who’d been there since day one you always told her what you told matt, for the most part. “i just don’t get why nobody is interested in me zar, like am i genuinely that ugly” you plopped onto your bed sighing dramatically. “you’re not ugly and if you think no guys want you you’re blind i know one in particular that really, really wants you” she giggled.

you looked at her with a confused expression “i must be missing something because i have no idea who you’re talking about” you awaited her response and she just rolled her eyes and sighed “girl your practically boyfriend of a best friend you do everything with” she gave you a duh look and you just laughed. you genuinely couldn’t believe she’d even think he’d like you especially with all the girls he’d been with, “you’re hilarious, we both know he doesn’t want me he wants all the girls he tells me about” you started to compose yourself but zarah’s expression didn’t change.

“you literally must be blind y/n do you need glasses? or should i say puff? let’s talk about how that man hasn’t stopped calling you that pet name since you’ve met.. he’s in love” she rolled her eyes raising her hands in the air. “i still don’t think he wants me so there’s no convincing me” you shrugged her off and she groaned getting up and leaving your shared dorm.

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“puff you gotta come to this party, slytherin won agains gryffindor i just know this is gonna be the party you want to go to pleaseee” mattheo put his hands on your shoulders shaking you “fiinee” you attempted to answer between shakes before he let you go “if i would’ve known it was that easy i would’ve done that years ago” he rolled his eyes.

“anyways it’s tonight at like 8 so i’ll just get you from your dorm at like 7 do you think they’ll let me in? actually what’s the password?” he didn’t give you time to finish any of your sentences before you just gave him the password “butterscotch” you whispered, in response mattheo laughed “fucking butterscotch merlin that’s hilarious” you looked up at him and rolled your eyes walking away.

“i’ll see you at 7 puff” he yelled across the hall and you just gave a thumbs up and continued walking. you honestly were quite nervous seeing as you’ve never necessarily been to a party before, you’ve made small appearances at hufflepuff parties but you’ve heard they don’t even compare to slytherin.

making your way into your dorm you spot zarah and you pull her up from the common room couch “i finally said yes to a party need help now” you quickly mumbled and she quickened her pace “when does it start girl i need the info right this second come on you’re talking too long for me” she rushed and you blurted it all out “8pm he’s getting me at 7 he has the password he will be at the dorm” closing the door behind you two you both stopped to catch your breath

“sooo is it a dateee” she shimmied her arm on you winking “i already told you he doesn’t like me!!” you replied to her relentlessness. “ugh whatever we need to get you ready girl it’s already six” she pushed you onto your shared vanity chair and pulled out all of your makeup and a few things of hers, “creative control?” she asked smirking at you “mm fine but not too much” you agreed “we’ll see” she giggled.

after around 30 minutes she finished your makeup and she showed you the finished product, looking at yourself in the mirror you thought how you never would’ve put on red lipstick yet you feel really good in it. she gave you a small smokey eye and a small winged liner and you felt you looked more aggressive then you were, but you kinda loved it.

“it’s so much but so pretty” you admired yourself and the makeup she put on you slowly getting used to the feeling of fake eyelashes on your eyes. “i’m so glad you love it, but we need to find an outfit like three hours ago” she joked and rushed to your closets “i actually have the perfect dress in mind if you’re feeling the want to rep slytherin green” she raised her eyebrows up at you in a suggestive matter “sure why not” you shrugged

she handed you a velvet body con forest green dress that you were sure was going to be extremely short and you mean in every place. she held it up onto you “this will be perfect. get it on come on” she rushed you into the bathroom and you began putting it on “this is sooo tight” you called out as you struggled “oh i forgot it was a corset back wait i need to help you can i come in” she yelled through the door

“yeah come on i need this thing one me already” you struggled more as she walked in and immediately began to help you loosening the strings of the dress and pulling it down onto you “there we go now suck in like your life depends on it” she said half jokingly and began retightening the corset back. with every pull it felt like your chest was spilling out more and more and your ribs were shrinking “okay merlin that’s enough before i can’t breathe” you huffed and she stopped tying it off in a bow

“stop you look so hot y/n i bet matt will be drooling” she teased and you just rolled your eyes “what do we do with my hair” you looked at her with horror as you only had ten minutes before he should arrive. you quickly began curling your hair not really caring if it was messy just giving it some body and just as you were spraying perfume on there was a knock on your door.

zarah looked at you and whispered “answer it go go now” she pointed to the door like she was afraid to touch it herself and you walked over opening it to see mattheo in an all black button down with the top few buttons undone and black dress looking pants yet somehow he didn’t look overdressed. he didn’t say anything for a minute he was just staring at you looking up and down in awe “holy fuck y/n who did your makeup you look woah” he put his finger on your chin moving your head around examining your makeup

“zarah isn’t it pretty” you smiled and he removed his hand and replied “yeah you are, now let’s go” he grabbed your hand and you looked behind you waving bye to zarah “he’s so in love with you” she whispered before the door slammed closed.

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once you got the the party you noticed there were already many slytherins already pregaming and mattheo brought you two to them, “let’s get some alcohol in you little puff” he winked and poured you a shot of who knows what, you smelled the foul drink and it made your nose burn “come on do ittt” he cheered on and you held your nose throwing the shot back gagging at the taste. “how do people enjoy that” you made a face at him “like this” he replied taking two shots himself, “now catch up” he winked pouring you yet another

“if i didn’t know any better id say you’re trying to get me drunk matt” you laughed and he looked at you amused “obviously that’s what im trying to do it’s a party” he put the shot glass to your lips and you parted them taking the burning substance down your throat, “eugh that didn’t get any better the second time” you shook your head in disgust. “hm, let me make you an actual drink” he grabbed a clear liquor and a red juice mixing them together adding more alcohol than your past two shots and handed it to you

“matt this smells foul” you looked up at him, “just try it trust me the slytherins have the masking drink down” he winked and you reluctantly took a sip, and to your surprise all you tasted was juice. after taking another few sips you quick began drinking it and mattheo pulled the cup from your lips “slow down there this shits dangerous you’ll get so drunk you won’t be able to walk straight” he chuckled. “it’s not my fault they made it taste like juice” you shrugged still sipping.

“hey mattheo have your little hufflepuff take some shots with us” enzo threw his arm around your shoulders and mattheo pushed them off almost immediately “no she doesn’t need any shots” he spoke “you didn’t even ask me” you protested, granted you didn’t necessarily want to take any shots you just didn’t like being talked for. “oo are you sure you’re not slytherin you got an attitude” enzo laughed handing you a shot and you looked at mattheo who rolled his eyes as you took the shot.

throwing the shot back the burning sensation took over your throat and you could feel it rushing down your throat. you coughed a bit and chugged your drink for comfort “puff you’re going to get shitfaced slow down” matt fully took your cup this time and you were already feeling it. giggling looking up at him “okay now who was going to tell me party’s are fun” you continued giggling.

the music started playing and the slytherin common room was now getting more and more packed. you saw fifth year students and up in here, even a few ravenclaw and hufflepuffs your recognized. to your surprise in the corner of the party you spotted cedric diggory talking to a group of girls holding a drink.

pansy noticed your head being stuck in a certain direction and followed your eyes “oh em gee, someone’s got their eyes on a certain hufflepuff” she winked shoving her shoulder at your “shhhhh he’s just nice to look at” you giggled at her and she giggled along “you two would be soo cute” she added dragging you back to the drinks

“let’s take some shots!” she exclaimed handing you two , you took them smiling and shot them back with her, a woo leaving her mouth. “here chaser, chaser!” she shouted handing you another drink this time what looked like a lot of the punch, downing it all she laughed “girl we’re gonna be gone”. looking around you were seeing doubles of everything but didn’t want the night to already end.

“so, are you a virgin?” pansy shouted over the music making your already alcohol flushed face even redder “pansy!! you can’t just ask that!!” you shouted back flustered at the intrusive question, “i’m only curious girl” she giggled and gave you begging eyes “come onnnn” she shook you till you gave in “fine yes i am but don’t tell anyone!” you replied back as lowly as you could over the music

“who would you lose it to?” she giggled “i lost mine to blaise hehe sshhhh” she winked, considering she just told you her secret you felt obligated and just looked around “i mean i guess cedric” you giggled as she pointed at him after your response. before she could say anything else you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and drag you off. trying to kick your way out was useless and they brought you to an empty dorm.

through all of this you couldn’t tell who it was kicking and screaming for them to let you go till you heard mattheos voice “puff calm down it’s just me” he sighed putting you down on what you now assumed was his bed “why did you bring me in here that was so scary” you huffed trying to gain your composure. “diggory?” he scoffed not answering your question.

you looked at him confused as to what he was on about “what do you mean? what about cedric” you cocked your head to the side in confusion “you lost your virginity to him??” he questioned stepping closer to you looking rather.. pissed. you just laughed in response “me? lose my virginity to cedric?.. you’re funny” yeah you fantasized about it but it certainly wouldn’t happen.

“what were you talking to pansy about then??” he looked at you unconvinced, “she asked if i lost it and i said no, but id let him take it.-“ you shrugged “besides you know i tell you everything matt i’ve never even had a boyfriend let alone a guy be interested in my virginity” you sighed laying back onto the bed now feeling upset.

you heard mattheo sigh and you picked your head up to look at him, his eyes stared back at you in silence before breaking it “believe me there’s a lot of guys who want to get in your pants” he rubbed his fists and you gave him a confused expression yet again “what are you on about matt?” you were getting sober just from all of this extra mystery.

he walked over to the bed sitting beside you, “listen when we met you were just.. blooming completely and i would be lying if i didn’t say i first went up to you because of your looks.. well overtime you know we became friends and i noticed other guys staring in ways they shouldn’t have been so i had to teach them a lesson.” he looked at you and yo didn’t know how to respond to something like that.

“what exactly are you saying matt?” you didnt understand what he was poking at, did matt mean to say he basically likes you? were you reading too much into this? “look y/n, no one else in this school fucking deserves you. hell i don’t deserve you but i know i can treat you how you need. don’t ask me what took so long to confess to you y/n, but do you feel even remotely the same?” he let it all out quick and fast, and your mouth dropped.

“you want.. me?” you looked at him in disbelief and he just smiled “that’s what that whole speech was about, yeah” he chuckled nervously awaiting your reply “why?” you sighed still slightly unconvinced “have you fucking seen yourself puff? you’re so undeniably gorgeous, i don’t know how i hold myself back from you everyday” he leaned in closer to you making this all seem more real. without thinking you allowed yourself to lean into him, faces and lips meeting for the most magical first kiss you could’ve ever imagined.

“you’re so fucking beautiful y/n” he grabbed your face pulling you closer to him till you straddled over his lap sitting down continuing the now makeout. “this is so much better than.. imagined” you huffed through the kisses. you could already feel mattheos member growing beneath you and you never thought you’d be the one experiencing this from your best friend.

you’d be lying if you didn’t admit to a fantasy or two about him in the past but this was already one thousand times better than ever imagined. mattheos lips kissed their way down your neck leaving small marks tiny moans leaving your mouth, “i need to hear more of that, y/n, let me eat you out.. please i need a taste” he continued his kisses along your neck bringing them back to your lips “i’ve never- mm yes” you replied as his fingers began making circles over your underwear.

“you sound so good fuck” he groaned pulling you off of him and getting off the bed, “you’re sure of this?” he questioned one last time and you just nodded impatiently awaiting his next move. next thing you knew he was yanking you to the edge of his bed and slowly removing your pants and underwear looking up at you from below. “holy fuck puff.. you’re fucking soaking” he breathed out over your pussy sending tingles down your spine.

without warning his mouth met your untouched area and you felt things never imaginable. his tongue made its way around your bulging clit, flicking it up and down and making his way to your entrance sucking and licking “you taste so good holy fuck” he huffed going right back in not even looking up at you, “can i put two fingers” he spoke from your pussy and you couldn’t even properly answer “mm y-yes” you replied between your moans.

you felt his slender fingers teasing your entrance and he slowly began inching one in and out teasingly, “mattheo-“ you huffed and he chuckled shoving both fingers in, loud moan escaping your mouth and this new feeling. he did a few different moments trying to figure out what makes you moan the most, soon his tongue was sucking expertly on your clit as his fingers twisters and curled inside of you.

“matt i want to.. try” you moaned at this pleasure wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you now. “mm but you’re not ready yet puff” he continued devouring your pussy simply divulging in it as if he’d never eaten anything before. his pace on everything quickened and you were already near your own orgasm, “if you don’t s-stop i’m gonna cum” you moaned loudly trying to control yourself.

“let go for me sweetheart” he sucked harder on your clit, the nickname and action forcing your orgasm to flood over you harder than you’ve ever been able to make yourself experience. your body was shaking and you couldn’t hold your reactions back, mattheo slowly licked your gushing area clean before standing up “mm now i think you’ll be ready soon” he smirked leaning down over you, grabbing your chin and giving you a kiss.

[witchbitchlovesdilfs]

Hurt in the Workplace

Jack Abbot x reader

status: dating

synopsis: reader gets attacked by a patient, and jack is there to help.

warnings: reader is technically gender neutral (minus one predominately feminine derogatory word), language (i love to curse), violence, slight suggestive content, drugs

words: 1.6k

note: this is my first posted story. i hope you like it!

The Pitt had been hectic since your shift started. Myrna was back hassling Robby, another ambulance got stolen, and you somehow managed to get hit by every door you passed. After seven hours on your feet without more than a sip of coffee, your scrubs felt tight as hell, and the granola bar you managed to sneak a few bites of tasted like shit. If it weren’t for your co-workers - your friends - your family, you would have snatched one of Dana’s cigarettes and gone for a smoke, never to come back. 

Jack Abbot knew you well enough by now to know when you were struggling. I mean, you’d hope so - you’ve been dating for two years. His apartment was now your apartment; your conditioner was now his. And you’ve gotta admit - his curls have never looked bouncier. So when you pass him at the nurse’s desk while grumbling about annoying patients and wishing you were in bed, he grabs you by the arm and leads you to the break room. You don’t put up a fight, not when it’s Jack. So you let him usher you into the space with little more than a sigh.

“You want some coffee?” You ask, going over to the counter to pour yourself a cup. He nods, and you start to pour a second.

“What’s wrong?”

There he is, always straight to the point.

You huff and lean your back against the counter. You hand him his cup and take a sip from your own, delaying your answer. “Nothing, just tired.”

“You did stay up late watching tv.”

A crooked grin graces your lips. “You know I love my true crime. Can’t get enough.”

At the smile on your face, Jack cracks his own - just slightly, but enough for you to notice. He shifts his feet. You notice that too.

“How’s your leg?” You ask.

He flexes at the thought of it. “Sore.”

“I’ll massage it later,” you smile, reaching into the fridge and pulling out an ice pack. You toss it his way, and he catches it effortlessly. “Be a good boy and ice it, and maybe I’ll give you a full body massage when we get home.” You wink, and Jack shakes his head at you, but he gives in. Easing his way into one of the chairs, Jack watches you put your cup down.

“I won’t pull a Shen and say the “Q” word,” he starts, “but we’re through the thick of it.” 

Despite his attempt at reassuring you, you still feel sick with anxiety. There’s a bad feeling in your gut, like something’s going to happen. Five hours left, you think.

You nod and begin to head back into the ER, patting him briefly on the shoulder. “Love you,” you call over your shoulder before the door shuts behind you. 

Three hours later, you’re chilling at the nurse’s desk when Whitaker asks for your help in one of the exam rooms. Rolling your shoulders, you say bye to Perlah and Princess and follow him down the hall. Before you reach the room, Whitaker stops you, all big eyed and anxious. This isn’t anything new, but it sets off alarms in your head. 

“He’s here for a cut on his finger. I already stitched it up, but he keeps asking for morphine.”

You catch on immediately. “You think he hurt himself so he can get drugs.”

He nods. “He’s shaking and sweating profusely. And he’s getting irritable.”

It’s your time to nod. “I’m sure he is - you just told him he can’t have his daily dose.” Moving forward, you near the exam room and push the curtain open to reveal a middle aged man nursing his finger like it’s been chopped off. 

“Hi, I’m Dr. L/N,” you say, hopping onto a sliding stool and sliding towards the patient. “Dr. Whitaker here told me you cut yourself.” You take his finger in your hand, “He did a great job.” You turn to smile at Whitaker. He smiles back, pleased. “So,” you continue, “everything looks good. We should be able to send you home in a few minutes.”

The man’s forehead scrunches at this. “Don’t you need to give me some morphine?”

Your eyebrow quirks upward. “I’m sorry?”

He shrugs, totally disregarding the shock in your expression as he picks at the stitches. “It hurts.”

I can tell by the way you’re manhandling it, you think tiredly. “Look…I’m sorry, you never told me your name?”

“It’s Andrew Smith,” Whitaker pipes up, oh-so-dutifully.

Smith, how original. You nod, not turning from the patient. “Okay. Mr.  Smith. I’m sorry, but there is no reason for us to give you morphine at this time.”

“Well, I want it. Ain’t that a good reason?”

Keep cool. Don’t explode. “Again, I’m sorry, but we can’t give anyone morphine just because they want it.” He starts to speak, probably to complain again, but you cut him off. “I’m a Senior Emergency Resident. I know when to apply morphine, but this is not the case. The best I can do is offer that you get some Advil or Tylenol.”

“Bitch,” the man grumbles, but you ignore it (visibly. Inside, you are seething). 

You can feel the anticipation radiating off of Whitaker at this exchange. You do your best to keep your cool. “Dr. Whitaker never told me how you cut your finger.”

Mr. Smith huffs like you’re interrupting his time. “I don’t know, I was cutting some carrots and the knife slipped or something.” 

“You don’t know, or the knife slipped?”

“I said I was cutting onions,” he growls. 

You raise your hands in front of yourself slowly, victorious but now on edge. “I’m sorry,” you say for the hundredth time. “No need to get hostile.”

He slumps backwards onto the pillow. “Nobody’s getting hostile.”

You turn to Whitaker, and he looks equally triumphant. You’ve caught the man lying. Now all you’ve got to do is get him the hell out of your ER.

“Well,” you say, rubbing your hands together, “like I said, there is nothing more we can do for you. Keep the cut site clean and dry for the first twenty-four hours, and then you can start cleaning with soap and water. They should be healed in about six days.” You turn again to face Whitaker when you feel it: a sharp pain between your chest and left armpit. A sharp cry escapes you as the patient yanks the stitch scissors out of your back and jumps on you from behind, throwing you to the ground. 

“Get Ahmad!” You yell to Whitaker, who’s already dashing out into the hall. Mr. Smith tries to stab you again, but you grab his hand with both of yours and use all of your strength to keep the blades away. His fist finds your face in a brutal left look, and you’re seeing stars as the scissors gain on you. Before any more damage can be done, Ahmad smashes into your assaulter’s side and sends him flying. Backing as far away from the two as you can, you try to calm your rapid breathing. 

As Ahmad gets the man into cuffs and shoves him out of the room, you move your hand to feel for the stab wound. Your fingers graze it, and you wince, cursing. Your hand comes back bloody.

Someone else runs into the room. Abbot. You could recognise that silver hair and serious face anywhere, even with a vision as blurred as yours is right now. 

“Hey,” he says softly, crouching quickly and taking your face in his big hands. “Tell me where it hurts.”

“He stabbed me,” you croak out, motioning to your back. 

Jack turns you gently to check out the wound, pulling up your scrubs. He lets out a sigh of relief. “It’s superficial.”

You visibly relax. “Good thing he found with the dullest weapon here.”

Jack nods and helps you onto the patient bed. He lifts your scrub top again, this time adjusting it so it won’t fall back down when he lets go. Plopping onto the sliding stool, Abbot moves to one of the cabinets and pulls out the necessary clean-up tools. He wipes at the spot with disinfectant, his hands falling away as he takes a fresh needle to stitch you with. “Sharp pinch,” he says before starting. You laugh, but that is quickly cut off by a curse as he begins his work.

Not long after, he’s finished and making sure the wound is all good. Gently, he moves your top back in place. You flinch at the uncomfortable, irritating burn the fabric creates. 

You turn to face him, and that’s when you notice the set of his jaw, tight - so tight you’re sure he’s grinding his teeth. His eyes are ablaze as he takes in the black eye already forming. “Did Ahmad take him?” he asks, voice cold. 

“Yeah,” you breathe.

He begins to move back, most likely to hunt the man down and pound him into the earth, but you grab his arm before he can leave. “Hey,” you say gently. “It’s handled. Don’t Hulk Out on me.”

He laughs dryly but stops trying to get away. He cradles your face to inspect the bruise. “I’ll order a CT Scan.”

“I don’t-” you start to argue, but his icy stare shuts you down. “Fine,” you huff, defeated.

Jack pats your knee. “Our shifts end in less than two hours. We’ll get your head checked out, and then you should go sit with Princess and Perlah until I can take you home. Scroll through Pinterest.” He pauses. “Scratch that, don’t strain your eyes. Just sit and gossip or something.”

You giggle. “Can we get Dunkin on the way home? I want my Strawberry Dragonfruit refresher”

He sighs. “Only if you let me try some.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Ew, cooties! Get your own, old man.”

Jack laughs, the tension melting from his shoulders. “You’re lucky I love you.”

[astonmartinii]

other side of the moon: chapter four | formula one imagine

chapter four: matchstick men

pairing: fem retired formula one driver reader x ??? fem retired formula one driver reader x platonic!kimi antonelli

the cocktail party is fun while it lasts, late guests throw y/n’s decision into question but also show her just who she’s a mentor to.

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there was a january chill in the monaco air as max and y/n exited the dutchman’s apartment complex and started their short walk to kimi’s place. y/n pulled the shawl around her tighter, the light material of her slip dress doing nothing to keep the heat in.

“i told you you were going to be cold,” max teased, pulling her into a side hug, rubbing his free hand up and down her arm, “are you sure you don’t want me to run back and get your jumper?”

y/n leaned further into the dutchman’s warmth but shook her head, if she was really that cold by the time they made it to kimi’s she’d just had to steal something from them.

“sometimes you have to make sacrifices to look this good maxy,” y/n said, poking her tongue out at him, “and that includes hypothermia!”

“you don’t need to do anything, you’re perfect the way you are. i should’ve known you were still the same diva from karting when you still managed to look perfect in that ghastly shade of orange.”

“a dutchman who doesn’t like orange, now this is a scandal!”

“i like my orange, my shade - not that ugly papaya. i like you in my orange.”

“well if you play your cards right i might just wear some in zandvoort. they might be paying me a lot, but no one can pay me enough to wear that ugly uniform.”

max tightened his grip on y/n as they turned the corner to kimi and ollie’s place. there, in front of their door, stood the pair… in suits.

“did i miss the memo of this being a black tie event?” max yells, making the two boys jump, “now i look like i just rolled out of bed!”

“you always look like you’ve just rolled out of bed, we’re lucky i put all of your red bull merch in the wash so you’d wear something different tonight.”

kimi came to stand by y/n, she looked down at the italian and fixed his collar.

“are the suits too much? we wanted to make a good impression but… are they all going to laugh at us?” his voice was small and the way he craned his head to look at y/n made him look even smaller.

“no! it’s cute, you guys are going the extra mile and that means a lot. plus if they have a problem with you dapper gents, then they’ll have a problem with me!”

kimi giggled as the pair started on their way to charles’, ollie hung back and turned to max, “thank you for convincing her to say yes, he hasn’t stopped bouncing off the walls since.”

max slapped ollie’s back, “he convinced her all himself. that letter had her immediately, i think she has this weird belief that we’re not all over the moon she’s back. she’s been more herself in these past few days since meeting him than she has in three years. trust me mate, she was a shell of herself. hell, i would’ve given him the second red bull seat years ago if i knew he would bring the real her back to me.”

“i don’t think you have the power to give out the second red bull seat?” ollie pointed out, max shushed him loudly, “that’s what we want you to think.”

up ahead, y/n and kimi had linked arms like they were old friends.

“i don’t want you to be nervous going here tonight. i know my whole retirement to solitude may look like i don’t like anyone in formula one but truth be told they’re all big nerds. i expect you thought max was this big massive asshole before you met him properly but we all know he’s a big softie inside.”

kimi let out a deep breath, “i know i’ve technically met all of them, i mean i’ve been to countless race weekends now, but i’m still scared - i don’t want them to treat me like a kid, i’m a competitor!”

y/n laughed even though truth be told she was guilty of treating kimi like her long lost child, hair ruffles and cheek pinches, the lot. kimi tugged on her arm, “what was it like when you first met the drivers? not like on the grid where everyone is on their best behaviour, but when you truly met them?”

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march 2020 - bahrain testing.

“i’m nervous! what if they hate me!”

y/n whined, throwing the entire contents of her suitcase at george sat on the bed. despite having meticulously planned about a million different outfits for the annual post-test party, she was at a loss for what to wear.

“did you smash into them during preseason? did you piss in their coffee? no! so you’ll be fine, stop worrying.”

“but what if they still hate me?” the look on her face was so genuine that george’s heart broke a little.

“no one can be angry at you for too long,” george laughed, “i’m sure that even if you shunted them into the first wall you they’d be here grovelling first thing.”

pelting another piece of clothing at george’s head, “what like you? i remember monaco last year. how long did it take you?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, i’m a broody, stoic stallion, i don’t grovel.”

“your delivery of artisan croissants and a teary monologue about how much i mean to you says different…”

a blush breaks out over george’s face at the memory. he’d hardly covered himself in glory in monaco he’d admit that, but every ounce of common sense left stage right when he saw y/n lean in and lick the line of salt off of mick’s hand.

“i treasure our friendship, i didn’t want to lose you over a dumb drunk argument,” george said, taking her hand in his, “i’m older now and i know when i should and when i shouldn’t step in. you’re old enough and ugly enough to look out for yourself.”

the pair had been friends since they first started karting against each other. y/n was nervous, lining up against a grid of boys for the first time but george had come right over and introduced himself, prim and proper handshakes and all.

y/n finally found the dress she had been looking for in the worryingly big pile of clothes, jumping up with a pleased grin. she ran to the bathroom and pulled it on, a short black sequin dress with boots and a black leather jacket on top. y/n thought she looked mysterious enough without looking like she was attending a funeral.

“what do you think georgie? does it scream ‘don’t take me out on track or i’ll kill you’ but also a healthy amount of ‘i’m a scared little girl don’t be mean to me or i’ll cry’?”

george was speechless, his mouth open but no words finding their way out. y/n did a little spin but he was still sputtering and running his hand through his hair like a mad man. he cleared his throat and stood up abruptly, “you look amazing y/n, i mean seriously amazing but i just remembered that i think i left the iron on in my room and i don’t want to burn the entire hotel down!”

he rushed towards the door, flinging it open, “williams definitely can’t afford that, i’ll see you later!”

he took off running down the hotel corridor, very nearly barrelling into alex who was on his way to y/n’s room.

“where’s he off to?” alex asked, coming into the room and making his way straight to the mini bar.

“he said he left the iron on in his room? i don’t know. he just started freaking out for like no reason. i just asked him whether this outfit is cute enough for tonight and he just sat there like i told him his whole family is dead and bolted.”

“weird.”

“so weird, right?” y/n made her way back to the bathroom to start her makeup, “i don’t know what came over him, is my outfit really that offensive? alex, you’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?”

“i think it might have been too much for george, but he’s being a weird puritan maniac recently, so?”

y/n poked her head past the door, “you’re so right. he’s posted about a hundred topless photos since making it to formula one but got so angry at me for licking mick’s hand!”

y/n was so close to the point it was right in front of her, but much to alex’s disappointment it looked as if she was just as useless as the rest of them. he tried to hide his annoyance on his face, but y/n still caught onto it.

“did you think that was bad too?! have you people never done tequila shots? so do you think this is too slutty for a driver party?”

alex shot up, nearly spilling his drink all over y/n’s bed, “no! george was being a weirdo about the tequila salt thing, had a proper bee in his bonnet that night. you look great, don’t change. i think he’s going through boy things…”

alex did not sound convinced by his own words, but he would work with it. y/n was confused until alex picked up a pillow and mimed putting it in a very specific spot and it finally clicked.

“he got a boner?!”

alex barked out a laugh, “oh tell the whole floor why don’t you? be quiet!”

y/n could not keep her laughs in, folding over with tears streaming down her face. this would definitely explain the emergency exit.

“you cannot tell him i told you, swear it!” alex hissed, grabbing y/n’s hand, “please, he’ll kill me and you know him he’s weirdly sadistic he’d go all dexter on me!”

the two linked pinky fingers, “i promise to never tell george that you told me he got a boner from me in a leather jacket”

“didn’t have to go into that much detail, but yeah i promise too.”

y/n touched her makeup as alex finished off his drink, “but you’re sure this is okay? everyone knows that the real time you meet the grid is when they’re all drunk.”

“you look great, stop worrying. i think george would agree, little george as well-” y/n pelted a pillow at him.

“i just fixed my makeup, don’t make me cry laugh again!”

y/n slipped her shoes on and the pair made their way down to the lobby and across the street to the bar. it was very laidback, completely empty bar the other drivers and some of their significant others.

“about time you guys turned up!” daniel called out from the table most of the drivers were huddled around.

“sorry all, um, we had something to iron out - ouch!” alex said before an elbow to the side from y/n cut him off. the rest of the table were none the wiser but george was suddenly infatuated with his drink, hoping the small umbrella in the glass could cover his blush.

amongst all of the chaos of welcomes, lance pulled up a chair for y/n and asked what she would be having to drink. “just a tequila sunrise for me lance, if they do them. thank you.”

the canadian gave her a little salute before heading to the bar. pulling up his own chair beside her, alex grumbles a little ‘don’t ask me if i want a drink then’ and gets another shove.

daniel claps loudly, silencing the table. he turns to y/n theatrically, wiggling his eyebrows. “so, to our lonely rookie of the season here, a couple of questions.”

the table all turned to her and y/n let out a nervous chuckle, fiddling with her jacket - where was lance with that drink?

“we won’t be hazing you, no worries. no that’s actually illegal, although i am curious as to your karaoke song of choice… we’re getting off topic! my burning question is… growing up with half of the grid you must have a rolodex of embarrassing stories about them. spill. i’m talking embarrassing falls, pissing in their karts or awkward boners, i want all of it!”

daniel looked at her earnestly, waiting on her response. this was a little overwhelming, lance had returned with her drink, alex was trying to keep his laughs at the mention of boners and charles was fixed on her with a death glare - guess the waterpark story was out of the question.

all of the focus was on her and it was overwhelming. y/n was somewhat used to having people watch her every move, you get used to that as the only girl in paddocks where people are just waiting for you to fail.

“i don’t know if i want to make enemies on the grid this early on,” y/n said, looking shyly at daniel to see whether this would be considered a good enough answer.

“very diplomatic, very diplomatic indeed,’ daniel said, pondering, “you’ll do well with the media with answers like that.”

“you learn quick as a girl in this sport.”

the entire table quietened again, although a lot more awkward this time. great first impression. daniel broke the silence once again, “not that we’re going to haze you, but just out of interest, what IS your go to karaoke song?”

“man i feel like a woman,” y/n answered without hesitation, seeing a wide smile break out on daniel’s face, “i think we’ll get along very well, rookie,” daniel replies. the aussie stands up and drags her to the bar, proclaiming that they ‘simply must do some shots together on account of being his new best friend’. y/n was not complaining, this was the first driver outside of the 2019 rookies and max who was expressing actual interest in friendship.

max had always gushed about daniel during and after their time at red bull together. y/n was surprised she hadn’t seen the dutchman yet that evening, but recalled him saying that he wanted to let her get to know the others, not wanting to hover over her like an overprotective parent.

another figure slipped in beside her at the bar and when she turned she came face to face with none other than sebastian vettel. the german gave her a soft smile and said, “i hope tonight wasn’t too daunting for you, we’re all very excited to have you on the grid, though some more than others.”

y/n raised her eyebrow, imploring him to continue. “the way max insists on praising you at every turn i thought your name was already on the second red bull.”

she let out a short laugh, “max does like talking…”

“oh he’s been showing us your formula two highlights all season, gushing about your lines and how we’ll all have to watch our backs this season.”

daniel finally got their shots and butted into the conversation, “max literally hasn’t shut up since you started in formula two, he’s all in on the y/n train.”

y/n smiled. she knew max was a big supporter of hers but hearing it from others made her heart swell.

the trio headed back to the main group who in the short time at the bar had managed to consume a worrying amount of alcohol. there was something surreal about seeing world champions struggle to string a sentence together or keep their heads up straight.

“oh my god what happened? how are they this fucked? we were gone for like five minutes?”

sebastian chuckled, looking over to fernando who was practically sat on a very bemused kimi raikkonen’s lap, “some of us have tasted the glory of winning the championship, so when you know that your car is nowhere near that this season, you cope in your own way.”

the bar had descended into chaos, looking closer to a renaissance painting than a sophisticated night out amongst high performance athletes. alex was sat in the same seat but now found himself flanked by two of his rookie class who now closely resembles a pair of clingy cats. y/n was sure she even saw lando, for the lack of a better word, nuzzle alex’s neck.

when checo appeared with an entire platter of tequila shots, alex took that as his cue to take lando and george home before they got their hands on any more alcohol.

“do you want some help with them?” y/n asked, watching alex wrangle the two drivers towards the exit.

“no, i can handle them. if you think this is bad, you should’ve seen them last year, proper made a fool of themselves. stay and get to know everyone, soon they’ll be so drunk you’ll have some good blackmail material on them.”

y/n hadn’t thought about that. not that she’d ever blackmail a fellow driver…

“well good luck getting them back to their rooms, see you tomorrow!”

y/n turned back to the mess in the bar. max was pouring pure gin in pierre’s mouth, charles was trying (key word, trying) to slow dance with sebastian despite the only music playing being edm and kevin magnussen was already asleep at the main table with nico hulkenberg and lance stacking coasters on his head.

“enjoying the circus?” a voice asks her from behind, y/n turned to see none other than kimi raikkonen. trying not to show her nerves, y/n took one of the drinks kimi was holding.

“i think i am. it’s a bit overwhelming.”

kimi nodded. there was a silence between them but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

“are you excited for your first formula one race?”

“i am. i just want to show mclaren that they made the right decision on me.”

“you’ll be fine, trust me. i watched you in testing. i know that doesn’t mean much when it comes to the actual pace of the car, but you already had good control over the car. have faith in yourself.”

all of the praise from everyone else was nice but to get that many words out of kimi, it all was real now.

“thank you kimi, i hope we get to race this season. you’re a hero of mine.”

“that makes me feel old.”

“oh! i didn’t me too-”

“i’m kidding. most people would’ve chosen seb or lewis as they’re heroes.”

“oh i admire them, but there was only one blonde i loved in formula one.”

kimi let out a little laugh. the two sat there, observing for a couple of moments.

“don’t trust anyone,” kimi said suddenly, turning to y/n. “huh?”

“don’t trust anyone. i’m sorry that it’ll likely be worse for you, but these people they’re not really your friends, not when you’re in the car and everything is on the line. you can’t take it personally but you can prepare yourself. you’re a girl, so people will take their side more often than not. just know you’re here for a reason, they can’t push you around without repercussions.”

y/n took a second to let it sink in. there were things that managers and friends from outside the sport had warned her about, but a reminder from someone like kimi made it really resonate.

“i guess i’ll just have to be so fast that they can’t get near me.”

kimi laughed, properly this time. they clinked their glasses and went back to watching the mess unfold before them.

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may 2020.

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“george got a boner? can i use that as blackmail for a quali tow?” kimi gasped, clutching his metaphorical pearls.

“do not tell him i told you that,” y/n thought for a second, “or you can, i don’t really care.”

the four of them approached charles’ house and could already hear the hustle and bustle from inside. y/n went to ring the bell but kimi grabbed her hand quickly,

“you’re sure this will be okay?”

the italian had a little shake in his voice.

“you’re going to be fine, everyone will love you, okay? stop doubting yourself.”

she finally rung the bell and the group could hear the silence sweep throughout the house. the door swung open to reveal charles who was already pink in the face, telling y/n that the monagasque had already been amongst the drinks.

“well look what the cat dragged in,” charles said looking her up and down. the three behind her were suddenly weary, charles’ face had hardened when his eyes landed on y/n. “i’ve fucking missed you!”

charles pulled her into a tight hug. the world had stopped. y/n hadn’t spoken to charles since the crash and three years of silence was suddenly pouring out of both of them. tears slipped out from both of them, pulling each other so tight like they were trying to fall into each other’s bodies.

“as touching as this all is, it’s fucking freezing out here and i’d love that cocktail i was promised?”

max broke the silence in his typical fashion and charles finally acknowledged the three others. his smile turned wicked when he realised what kimi and ollie were wearing.

“oh mon amis, those suits are just too cute!”

y/n peered over charles’ shoulder with a very clear ‘i told you so’ written on her face. charles pulled on ollie’s hands, muttering about how well dressed his son is, and ushered the rest of them into his home.

kimi, ollie and max continued down the corridor and into the common space with the other attendees but y/n and charles hung back.

“i’m being serious, i really missed you,” charles said, “i really haven’t been the friend i should’ve been during all of this. i know i hurt you and i don’t expect you to forgive me, but know i am sorry, truly.”

the tears had returned to charles’ eyes once again. y/n tried to summon the anger that she had festered in for three years, but here, stood face to face with charles, she just couldn’t. the monegasque looked so wrecked and she knew that wasn’t a lie. y/n, through common sense but also the advice of her therapist, had never seen the race that ended her career. however, in a weak moment of social media addiction, y/n had stumbled upon a clip of charles’ radio. it was a compilation of his radios across the year, including grosjean’s fireball, pierre’s near miss in japan a couple years ago and finally, silverstone 2022.

“holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck! is that y/n?”

“i can confirm it is y/ln, we are waiting for news from mclaren”

“is she okay? has she responded on the radio?”

“no news yet charles, stay in delta and come to the pit lane.”

“anyone but her, god please. please be okay, please, please, please. not another one, don’t take another one.”

shivers had wrung up her spine when she had heard it. the weekend had been so traumatic that she had hardly stopped to think about anyone else. the crash had unleashed such an ugly anger within her, so powerful that just a glimpse of a formula one car made her feel so vulnerable to her emotions. instead of facing it head on, it just felt easier to hide and to try and forget.

“hey, hey,” y/n took charles’ face in her hands, “look at me okay, i have no hard feeling against you. you don’t need to be sorry, these things happen. i did what i thought i had to do and that was hide. was it healthy? no, but i hate that my silence might have made you think that i blame you in any way.”

charles let out a wet laugh and y/n continued, “i heard your radio, for the first time a couple months ago. i know what you’ve been through, i should’ve spoken to you.”

charles shook his head, “you did what you needed to do, i won’t ever hold it against you. i’m just glad you’re here now, we can make up for lost time now. although i am pretty offended that you didn’t come back for me but for this kid?”

“kimi is a lot nicer than all of you dummies,” y/n poked her tongue out, “and once he looks at you like a lil puppy, you can’t say no.”

y/n smiled to herself, and charles replicated it. the two just existed together for a moment, listening to the greetings down the hall. a small shiver of doubt made its way up y/n’s spine. the reunion with charles had gone well, but would everyone else look past her three year silence?

“they’re looking forward to seeing you,” charles said, nudging y/n closer to the action. she took a small breath and made her way to the common area.

all conversation ceased when she took her first step in the room. max, kimi, ollie and alex all smiled at he, trying to ease her into the room. carlos looked happy to see her, but as always there was something off in his eyes, like he didn’t quite trust her and oscar was there? y/n had never met the aussie but had heard he was a little standoffish.

oscar couldn’t even make eye contact with her, he looked anywhere else, charles’ white ceiling suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. that was odd.

“welcome back!” alex yelled, making everyone else jump, “i have missed you so much, so much has happened. please never disappear again!” he said, wrapping her in a hug. y/n snuggled in closer, breathing in the familiar scent of her friend. drawing back she looked up at him with a strange look,

“have you changed your cologne?”

“well, i’d like to think i have changed a lot in three years, but yes i have?”

“do you have a girlfriend?”

“tell me you don’t check my instagram why don’t you? yes i do, you’ll have to come to dinner at some point. lily is very excited you’re coming back, she says we don’t shut up about you.”

y/n was so happy for alex, “you smell like a girl, she’s done wonders for you.”

alex’s smile fell immediately, “i didn’t miss this, you didn’t get any nicer in your break huh?”

“still a bitch i fear.”

everyone was back engrossed in their conversations, with carlos keeping his distance from y/n by busying himself with charles at the bar. y/n saw oscar again, hovering by ollie, trying and failing to conceal his staring.

“is oscar usually this weird with new people?” y/n asked alex, “he’s staring but also can’t make eye contact without looking like he’s going to shit himself.”

“oh he’s got massive survivors guilt, which is a weird way to put it considering he wasn’t in the race that day, but…”

oh. now it makes sense. “i see, i should probably talk to him shouldn’t i?”

“you can if you want to but you also don’t owe anyone anything? it’s your choice.”

y/n looked over again and oscar again quickly diverted his eyes. here goes nothing. making her way to the other group of drivers, oscar started looking for his escape.

“hi guys, are you okay if i steal the aussie for a second?”

the rest of the group didn’t care but oscar sputtered out a, “really? i’m okay, you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to?”

“come on,” y/n took ahold of his arm, “let’s go talk somewhere else.”

the aussie looked nervous but he followed y/n through charles house. after trying a couple doors, the finally found a study and the pair sat down. oscar couldn’t stop fidgeting, he felt the sweat beading at his brow and the collar of his shirt was starting to strangle him.

“do you want to tell me why you’re so nervous?” y/n asked, “as far as i’m aware, you’ve done nothing to warrant this?”

oscar didn’t say anything. he didn’t know how to word it without sounding like an idiot.

“i just thought you would maybe resent me for taking your seat? i’m sorry for being such a weirdo about it. i know it was a dick move from me to not even bring you up but there was this whole thing with mark and zak, but i should’ve listened to myself, i’m sorry…”

it all spilled out at once and oscar just looked at her horrified. did she even know about mark and zak?

“oscar, i don’t resent you for taking the seat. i can’t say i’ve watched much more than just the races, so i can’t say for sure you’re the greatest guy off the track, although the fact you were even invited here tells me so, but you more than deserved that seat. yes, it’s unfortunate the way it became available, but i’ll never resent a racer for following his dreams.”

oscar let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, “thank you, you don’t know the amount of sleepless nights i had after i took the seat. i thought that maybe you would come back and either i’d have to give it up or i’d keep it and stop you from coming back. i mean you’re a hero of mine and all i could think was ‘am i an asshole for taking this from you when you’re still in hospital?’”

y/n sighed, “i won’t lie, it hurt. but not because of you. a full lifetime of work was snuffed out in one second. i understand formula one is a business but i don’t think zak knows that i could hear everything while i was in the medically induced coma.”

oscar’s head shot up at the mention of zak’s name and this told y/n everything she needed to know.

“he was on the phone just five minutes after the nurse told him i’d never be able to get in a formula one car again. my racing body wasn’t even cold yet. i do know it was mark on the phone. i’ve not held it against him, unless there’s something you’d like to tell me?”

was it betrayal if he told y/n? everything had already happened and the truth was y/n knowing wasn’t going to change anything. but if he didn’t say then y/n could decide to go back and watch interviews and videos and see what a big liar he was.

“him and zak had this weird thing they were stuck on. like i said you’re a hero of mine, and i still wanted to honour you in any way i could. i had a plan to have a 13 on my helmet, i even wanted to dedicate my first win to you. but i wasn’t allowed. they said i needed to leave you in the past or it would make me look weak.”

tears were falling down oscar’s face as y/n pulled him into a hug. the aussie shook with the strength of his sobs.

“i’m a grown man, i should’ve told them no, but i had just gotten there. i’m sorry, i wish i had a back bone.”

y/n ran her hands through his hair, comforting the younger driver, “oscar, don’t worry. i don’t take any offence. you forget i raced under zak, i know what an asshole he can be. you don’t have to do anything to make it up to me, just don’t be a stranger in the paddock. i may be there for kimi, but you can still come to me.”

y/n wasn’t sure how lando was treating oscar, had he started off kind with him and flipped on his head as well? it couldn’t hurt to check.

“i know lando can be difficult, so don’t think you’re alone okay? i know how it feels, so come complain to me if you need to.”

oscar laughed, “i know exactly what you’re talking about. did you watch hungary this year? that was a mess, it was so awkward in the garage after that. it’s creepy how he can turn it on for a video right? i don’t know what happened between you but it’s almost like he knew i wanted to dedicate it to you? he asked me like ten times whether i dedicated it to anyone.”

okay, that was a problem. y/n had stupidly thought that maybe lando going cold turkey from her for three years might have made whatever weird vendetta he had against her disappear, or at least lessen.

“if i’m being completely honest, i’m not sure what happened between us. we obviously grew up together and were close from that, we all were, but as soon as the racing started he just switched up, and by the sounds of it, it hasn’t gotten better in my absence.”

the pair moved to the bathroom to get oscar some tissues and make him look a little more presentable. fixing his hair, y/n said, “i’m serious oscar, there’s no hard feelings. i’m proud of you-”

y/n was cut off with some commotion coming from the common area. the pair looked at each other and hurried to the scene of the noise. there stood george and lando, they both looked like they had grown up, lando sporting some facial hair and george in a suprisingly formal getup.

both brits locked on y/n and oscar as they returned.

“so one mclaren driver wasn’t enough for you? you had to go and seduce oscar as well?”

lando accused, a look of pure disgust on his face, “he’s got a girlfriend as well, do you have any respect for yourself?”

y/n burst out laughing, looking bewildered at lando. “is this guy serious?” she asked looking around the room, most of them looking just as shocked as her at his outburst.

“i don’t know what you’re laughing at,” lando said and turned to oscar, “i really thought you’d last more than five minutes mate.”

“lando, i don’t know what you’re problem is, but we were clearing the air about me taking the seat after her crash. you know, we spoke, like normal fucking people. just because you couldn’t spend more than five minutes with the one girl in the sport without wanting to fuck her doesn’t mean i don’t see her as an actual person.”

oscar replied, standing in front of y/n who was shocked but also impressed by the aussie’s take down of his own teammate. lando glared at his teammate, “you know having her on side will do nothing for this bullshit bid you have to be the number one driver this season. in fact i remember her launching a plot like that herself, and look how that ended.”

one second lando was smirking in front of oscar and y/n and next he was on the floor, all courtesy of kimi. the italian was looming over lando, the angriest anyone in the room had ever seen him. ollie tried to grab his hand, but he yanked it back and set his sights back on lando.

“you really are the dumbest person in the world aren’t you?”

lando was speechless, still on the floor.

“she could’ve said so much about you, your team and the bullshit you both put her through, but she didn’t. we all know you were an asshole to her, she could’ve ruined this dumb boy next door act you’ve got going, but she didn’t. so you should think yourself lucky.”

kimi felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see y/n. he stood up, moving away from lando and let y/n lead him towards the exit just as the other one decided to pipe up.

“she’s a bit old for you isn’t she, buddy?” george’s voice rung out, “or are you really going for the max verstappen route, problematic older woman and everything?”

that was a low blow. kelly was a sore subject for max, y/n didn’t really know much about her, just that they got together and broke up during the time that y/n was first moved to london. max had been the only one to know where she was, but that was only months after she had moved. y/n never met her and only heard about her when max had visited and gave her a life update that included a whirlwind romance.

“that’s a bold choice george,” max said, getting in his face, “isn’t kimi like a son to toto? you really think he’s choosing you over him? you were just a bed warmer for him when lewis had pissed him off. we all know he’d choose kimi and well, that he’d do anything for me, so are we really the ones you want to try and go toe to toe with?”

george narrowed his eyes at max, “i went through so much trouble for that girl back then, i hope you’re not getting your hopes up. she’ll just lead you on like she did to us, you’re just a stepping stone to her.”

“i am right here, you know? you don’t have to talk about me like i’m not?”

george’s head whipped around to her direction, “you were fine not talking for three years. why now? why come back now? there’s nothing for you there? or do you have an ulterior motive? are you using kimi to sabotage me?”

y/n let out another laugh in disbelief, “are you being serious right now? you can’t be this seriously delusional. despite popular belief, to you, not everything i do, is to do with you. both of you seem to have such an inflated view of your place in my life, please sleep well knowing i don’t want anything to do with either of you.”

charles interrupted, “i invited you two because i thought you would be happy to see y/n, why are you ruining my night? i brought olives and you’re bringing the mood down!”

“yes, i think it’s time you guys left.” max said, ready to escort them himself, with force if necessary.

the two gave y/n a final dirty look before storming out of charles’ house. y/n didn’t understand how it had gotten so bad between them, she longed for the times when they’d sneak out for ice cream at karting competitions and tell each other ghost stories. she wanted those times back so badly, but with displays like tonights she wasn’t sure if it was worth it. maybe those bridges had burnt the moment her car hit the wall.

the atmosphere in the room was thick, no one knew what to say following what ever they just witnessed.

“i guess we don’t outgrow the pettiness. ever.” ollie said, downing his drink, “if that’s what formula one does to a man i need another drink.”

charles started working behind his home bar and with the silence broken, the conversation started again.

“y/n i’m sorry i brought you back into this. i just wanted to have you as a mentor and try and get you to fall back in love with the sport, i didn’t want to bring you into a civil war where you get accused of seducing everyone.”

“kimi, i am happy to be here and we will work together. they don’t mean anything to me, okay? the things they say is water off a duck’s back for me now.”

“as long as you’re sure, i want you to enjoy it.”

“there’s enough of you i love to stick around. i’ve only known you for a short while, but the way you go for the things you want and stand up for what you believe makes me believe. they don’t matter to us. what matters is you and your car, and we will prove them all wrong.”

max slipped his arm around her shoulder as she spoke to kimi. “do you want to go?”

y/n looked back to kimi, “are you okay if we go? you and ollie can stay and enjoy yourself, rinse charles for as much as he’s worth.”

kimi nodded and hugged y/n. “see you soon, thank you again.”

“no worries, bunny.”

y/n and the dutchman grabbed their stuff and made their way to the door. charles escorted them out, “sorry it became such a downer, but i still liked seeing you again. we’ll have to get lunch some time before testing, arthur has been bothering me about meeting you.”

the pair ventured back out into the wind, a strained silence between them. “you know none of us believe what they said, right?”

“unfortunately, i’m very used to it maxy,” y/n said, leaning into him, “but it doesn’t bother me anymore. the people i care about know me, that’s all that matters.”

“just say the word and i’ll make their lives hell.”

“that’s noble, max, but i’m okay.”

“you let them get away with too much, y/n. seriously, what they just did was fucked up.”

“maybe to them i did do those things?”

“don’t say that,” max said stopping her, “they’re being childish. they can’t act like they have and expect that you’ll just fall into their arms.”

“do you think i’ll fall into your arms?”

“no. maybe? i don’t know, i want whatever you want. you know how i feel about you, but i just want you in my life. you’re the only one who has always really known me. we were so young and you saw me, not my dad and not my driving, but me. i will forever be grateful for you, it’s in your hands.”

“it’s all so confusing, max. if i do anything i just prove their point. at this moment i just need to exist. but i’d like to exist with you.”

“i’d like to exist with you too.”

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fin.

note: it's the drama mick i love it! a big bust up chap for you all, and boy have i been tired this weekend so this took a lil longer than i wanted it to. testing next!!!

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[sluttywonwoo]

make 'em sweat

pairing: jeon wonwoo x f reader

summary: introducing you to his friends doesn't go quite the way wonwoo expected (title from water by seventeen ; technically a sequel to fuck the neighbors but can be read as a standalone)

warnings: swearing, angst, "what are we" discussion, self-degradation, mingyu is canonically a whore pt deux, jealousy, smut (mdni)

smut warnings: discussions of reader's sexual past, sub!wonwoo in a flashback, public-ish sex, light exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex, massive cock!wonwoo, reader is lowkey a size queen lol, choking, creampie, cum eating

word count: 6.1k

You’re bringing your girlfriend to Jihoon’s birthday, right?”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes at his roommate even though his back is turned to him. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

Mingyu gives an equally exasperated huff in return. “What would you call her then? She’s obviously more than just a friend. It doesn’t matter whether you’re at her place or ours, I can still hear you two going at it like animals practically every night.” 

“We’re just repaying the favor,” Wonwoo scoffs before turning defensive. “We’re… figuring things out right now.”

“You’ve been ‘figuring things out’ for months, bro. When are you going to just get the balls to ask her to be exclusive?” 

“We are exclusive,” he insists. 

It’s at least true on Wonwoo’s side. He wasn’t seeing anyone else. In fact, he’d told you as much when you casually asked if he was sleeping with anyone else one night after a few rounds in bed. He answered honestly, saying no and asking you the same. You also told him no, but you did put an emphasis on “I’m not sleeping with anyone else”, whatever that meant. It only caused Wonwoo a little bit of anxiety every time he relived that conversation in his head, trying to piece together what you could have been trying to imply. 

“You do like her, right?” Mingyu presses.

Wonwoo sighs. “You know I do. There’s no point in lying to you.”

“Then lock it down! She won’t wait forever.” 

“How do you know that’s even something she wants?”

“Because if all she wanted was sex, she wouldn’t sleep over when her own bed is right next door.”

“Flimsy evidence, at best. Wouldn’t hold up in court.”

“Do you want me to provide more examples?”

Wonwoo surrenders. “Fine, maybe I’m a coward. I just like what we have going on right now. I don’t want it to change if we put a label on it.”

Mingyu purses his lips. He looks like he wants to say more but decides against it. 

“Are you bringing her or not?” is what he says finally. “Soonyoung’s trying to get a headcount.” 

“Yeah, she’s coming,” Wonwoo concedes.

“You know, you could have just said yes when I asked and we would’ve avoided this whole ordeal.”

Wonwoo decides to change the subject. “Are you bringing anyone?”

His best friend shrugs. “I don’t know yet.” Figures. “I told Soon to put me down for a plus-one just in case.”

Mingyu ignores the snort that he gets as a response and finishes whatever text he’d drafted to Soonyoung. He joins Wonwoo on their couch and reclines with his arms stretched across the back. 

“Do you think they’ll scare her away?” he asks. 

“The guys?”

“Yeah. I mean, you’ve never brought a girl around. They’re going to be all over you two the whole night.”

Wonwoo cocks his head to the side as he considers it. “They can be a little intense but it’s nothing she can’t handle.” 

Mingyu shrugs. “Throwing her to the wolves before making it official, respect.”

Wonwoo isn’t sure if Mingyu is trying to sike him out on purpose or not but either way it was starting to work. He isn’t keen on sharing you, especially when you’re not his to share. It’s too late to change his mind, though. He already invited you, it wasn’t like he could take it back now. Not without looking like a total asshole. 

“It’s just one night,” Wonwoo says, trying to convince both his roommate and himself, “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

-

Wonwoo hears Mingyu answer the door at six o’clock on the dot. Living next door to each other made it easy to be punctual, although admittedly Wonwoo did sometimes lose track of time when he was gaming- but he was trying to be better about it! 

“Hey, you,” Mingyu says in greeting. “You look great.”

“So do you,” you reply. “Where’s Wonwoo? Did he ditch me already?”

There was his cue. He would’ve been the one to meet you at the door but he was still getting dressed when you knocked. He didn’t usually have to put much thought into what he wore so having to find an outfit that fit a theme was somewhat uncharted territory. He steps out into the living room with a black tank halfway over his shoulders, pulling it down all the way to his waistband as crosses the room to greet you with a hug. 

“No need to put a shirt on for me,” you say cheekily. 

Wonwoo feels his cheeks flush under both you and Mingyu’s gazes but he decides he can’t go down without a fight.

“This is for your benefit,” he quips. “We have to get to Jihoon’s on time. Didn’t want to distract you, you know.”

“So courteous,” you scoff. 

“Always a gentleman.”

You look like you want to disagree but with Mingyu standing right there already looking vaguely uncomfortable, you don’t. 

“You look nice,” he adds, suddenly remembering the sort of thing kinda-boyfriends are supposed to say to their kinda-girlfriends. 

You look more than nice, you look... incredible. But Wonwoo’s brain can’t think of any more effusive adjectives at present on account of just how incredible you look.

Soonyoung had said that the dress code for his roommate’s birthday was “red”, and that if you showed up in any other color you’d be turned away at the door, not allowed to join the festivities until you went home and changed. Wonwoo had relayed this information to you and you followed through, showing up in a short black skirt and a red leather... bustier? Corset? Wonwoo didn’t know what it was called but it was red and tight and laced up in the back. 

“So do you,” you reply sweetly, running a hand down the front of Wonwoo’s shirt, “but your friend is going to kick you out.”

“Right.” 

Wonwoo detaches himself from you and darts back to his room to grab the red leather jacket that was hanging on the back of his desk chair. It was just a coincidence that you had both decided to wear leather but it made Wonwoo secretly happy to know you’d be matching all night. 

“Almost forgot,” he explains when he reemerges with the jacket on. 

“Are we ready to go?” Mingyu asks. “Soonyoung is going to bitch at us for a week if we’re later than ten minutes.”

“We’re making good time,” Wonwoo assures him. 

“We don’t know what the traffic situation is going to be like! And maybe the taxi guy’s a slow driver-- it’s better to leave earlier just in case.”

Wonwoo sighs and places a hand on the small of your back to urge you forward. “Okay, okay, we’re going.”

He sees you suppress a smile behind your hand which makes him grin too but he turns his head so that you and Mingyu won’t see. 

Mingyu reaches the door first and holds it open for you to pass through before both of them but Wonwoo stops you by grabbing your hand. 

“Wait, are you going to be cold?” 

“I have a jacket,” you tell him. 

He looks you up and down in confusion. You’re not wearing a jacket and all you have in your free hand is a clutch. 

“Where?”

You let go of his hand and tug on one side of his own jacket. “Right here.”

Wonwoo chuckles. “Of course.”

“The car’s downstairs,” Mingyu huffs impatiently. 

“Chill out, white rabbit. They’re not not going to leave us.”

“White rabbit?” you ask as they follow you out into the hallway. 

“Yeah, you know the one that’s got the pocket watch from Alice in Wonderland?” 

“That’s kind of a random reference.”

“I’m well-read.”

“Isn’t that a children’s book?” Mingyu chimes in.

“No more questions.”

-

You get squished in between Wonwoo and Mingyu in the backseat of the cab. They both try to make themselves smaller to give you more space but they’re just so tall that their efforts are mostly in vain. 

“How much do I owe you for this?” you ask Mingyu, pulling your phone out to transfer your share to him. 

He shrugs you off. “Don’t worry about it. Your, um, Wonwoo’s covering yours.”

Wonwoo reaches over and locks your phone before you can start to type in his information. “Don’t.”

“But-”

“Don’t make me block your number. I’ll do it.”

You pout and fold your arms across your chest in defeat, prompting Mingyu to jump in and change the subject. 

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” you admit. “It sounds like there are a lot of them. I just don’t want to mix anyone up.”

“We’re a big group,” Mingyu agrees almost apologetically.

“They won’t mind if you do get them mixed up at first,” Wonwoo promises. 

“Except for Chan and Seungkwan.”

Wonwoo shoots Mingyu a look as you sink further in your seat. He clumsily attempts to do some damage control. 

“You already know Wonwoo and I. We’ll have your back.”

You nod but Wonwoo can still sense your apprehension. He puts a hand on your knee to try to comfort you, only to feel you tense up underneath his touch. Now you’re both anxious. 

-

The three of you get to Jihoon and Soonyoung’s pretty much right on time despite Mingyu’s worries. Jihoon’s the one to answer the door with his roommate right on his heels. 

“Happy birthday!” you all chorus as he ushers you inside. 

Wonwoo and Mingyu shove presents into his arms while you stand behind them timidly. 

When it’s your turn, you step up and offer the envelope you’d stashed in your clutch. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I hope cash is okay,” you tell Jihoon. 

Wonwoo had no idea you had even got him a card. You probably didn’t tell him because you knew he’d insist on adding your name to his gift instead.

“Please, you didn’t have to get me anything!” Jihoon gushes. 

“I wasn’t about to show up empty-handed!”

He smiles and lays the card on top of the other gifts in his hand. “Well, thank you. Please, make yourself at home! I’ve got to go put these with the others. There are drinks in the kitchen but I’m sure Wonwoo will make you one if you ask.”

He winks at Wonwoo as he walks off with his roommate, leaving the three of you alone once again- or the two of you. Mingyu had disappeared as well, without a word. Classic. 

“I think that went well,” you whisper to Wonwoo as he guides you through the apartment by the hand. 

“That’s an understatement. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jihoon be that friendly to a stranger.”

“I must be special,” you muse jokingly.

“Another understatement,” Wonwoo agrees under his breath. 

-

Wonwoo clumsily mixes you both a drink in the kitchen, pouring shots of vodka into plastic cups along with Sprite and grenadine to match the theme. Mixology isn’t his strong suit, neither are most activities that involve food and/or drink preparation for that matter, but the dirty Shirleys are palatable at the very least so he counts it as a win. 

You sip yours appreciatively with a little grin that tells him you’re pleased and he has to push down the swell of pride in his chest that urges him to kiss you in the middle of the crowded room you’re standing in. 

With drinks in hand, he leads you back into the living room to start introducing you to more of his friends. 

You’re a hit with everyone, of course. Seungkwan falls in love with you instantly. The guys don’t indulge his yapping as much as they probably should so when he notices you’re hanging on to his every word, he takes advantage. He would have likely talked your ear off all night long if Wonwoo hadn’t whisked you away to meet some of the others. 

Seokmin, Junhui, and Vernon are in the middle of a game of beer pong when Wonwoo drags you over to them. It’s two against one- Seok and Jun versus Vernon and somehow Vernon is winning. You watch from the sidelines as they play. All three of them are too distracted by their match to hold a true conversation with you but Wonwoo can tell that they like you and are eager to impress you by winning the game. They even protest when Wonwoo tries to pull you away to meet more people. 

“That’s not fair, she has to see who wins!”

“Yeah, you can’t take her away now!”

“You sound like children,” Wonwoo chides. 

He concedes, though, and you stay until the game ends. Jun and Seokmin manage to pull off the win, jeering poor Vernon as he chugs the last cup of beer with his middle finger directed at the other two. 

It was all going so well, until Wonwoo presents you to Jeonghan and Chan. They’re standing in a corner away from the rest of the party, whispering in each other’s ears about God knows what. 

Wonwoo gets their attention by clearing his throat and stepping aside to reveal you. He’s so preoccupied with introducing everyone that he misses the way Jeonghan’s eyes flicker with recognition when they land on you. He also misses the same look in your eyes. 

Jeonghan addresses you directly, completely subverting Wonwoo and cutting off Chan who had opened his mouth to say hello to you. 

“I didn’t know you guys were together.”

“We’re not together,” you clarify quickly, driving a knife right in between Wonwoo’s ribs. 

It’s his fault. He’s the one who’s been too much of a pussy to ask you out officially. But did you have to answer so fast? And so confidently?

“Oh,” Jeonghan murmurs. 

He looks unsure of what to make of the two of you and he’s still only looking at you... wait-

“You... know each other?” Wonwoo asks as it finally clicks. 

“Yeah, we used to f-” Jeonghan stops mid-sentence, tilting his head in confusion. 

Wonwoo follows his gaze to you who had started furiously shaking your head and motioning for him to shut up. 

“Ahem, nevermind.”

Wonwoo suddenly remembers a conversation he had with Jeonghan several months ago. It was at a party a lot like this one. All of the guys were gathered around a fire pit catching up and Soonyoung bugged Jeonghan to spill about the girl he was seeing at the time. 

Jeonghan brushed it off as nothing serious but he did make sure to note that it was, “the best sex I’ve ever had,” which led to a bunch of jeering shouts from the rest of the boys, Wonwoo included. 

“If it’s that good, why don’t you want to be exclusive?” someone, he thinks Minghao, asked. 

Jeonghan shrugged. “Neither of us feel ready for that. She’s kind of hung up on an ex and I don’t have the time to commit.”

“Or the emotional capability,” another one called out.

“Shut the fuck up. Maybe it’ll go there one day but for now... it’s just for fun.”

The memory burns in the back of Wonwoo’s throat. He blinks the image of you underneath his friend away and clears his throat. He’s jumping to conclusions. Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe it hadn’t been you Jeonghan was talking about. Maybe the f-word he had been about to say was... “farm” or “frolic”?

“So how do you know each other?” his voice breaks as he asks the question but he barely notices. 

Jeonghan gives you a look as if to say, do you want to tell him or should I. You sigh and turn to face Wonwoo.

“We used to hook up,” you admit.

“Oh, cool.”

Cool? Cool? What kind of response was that? That’s not the kind of thing you say after finding out the girl you want to be your girlfriend used to bang one of your best friends. 

It shouldn’t be a big deal. He didn’t know you back then. It’s been months since. This sort of thing happens to people all the time. Right?

“Wonwoo, are you okay?” It’s Chan that snaps him out of his spiral this time. Wonwoo had honestly forgotten that he was standing there too. 

“Yeah, fine.”

No one is convinced. 

“Are you sure?” you ask him quietly. “Do you want to go talk about it somewhere more private?”

That’s the last thing Wonwoo wants to do right now. He knows he’ll have to confront this sooner or later but he’d rather it be later. Much later.

“I’m sure,” he assures you. “It’s not a big deal.” 

You look relieved which comforts him at least a little bit but not nearly enough.

“Does anyone else want another drink?” Chan asks, breaking the silence again. 

No one does but he uses the excuse of getting himself one to dip from the conversation, leaving you, Jeonghan, and Wonwoo to simmer in awkward tension by yourselves. 

You’re the first to speak once he’s gone. “If you have any questions, you can ask us.”

Jeonghan flinches at the “us”  like he hadn’t been expecting you to volunteer his input, probably because he hadn’t been, but nods reluctantly, avoiding eye contact with Wonwoo. 

“I’ll let you know if I think of any,” Wonwoo mutters. 

In reality, he has a lot of questions. None of which he’s sure he wants to hear the answers to or ask in front of Jeonghan. 

“So uh, how have you been?” Jeonghan asks. 

“I’ve been good!” you tell him as you grab Wonwoo’s hand and squeeze it. “Really good.”

Jeonghan grins. “You look good.” 

It’s an innocuous comment but it causes Wonwoo’s heart rate to spike once again. 

“You both do,” Jeonghan amends when he notices his friend’s reaction. 

“So do you. Your hair’s gotten long.” 

“I’ve been growing it out. You like it?”

“I do, yeah. It suits you.”

“Thank you.” Jeonghan bites his lip as he says it, either to keep from laughing or smirking, and you smile in turn, which makes Wonwoo's eye twitch imperceptibly (he hopes).

Suddenly, Seungkwan appears from out of nowhere and Wonwoo's almost relieved until he opens his mouth.

"Mingyu's looking for you. He wants you to be his partner for pong."

"I'm a little busy," Wonwoo mutters. The last thing he wants to do is leave you alone with Jeonghan after what he had just learned.

"You know he's just going to keep bugging you until you give in," Seungkwan sighs.

"You should go play," you chime in encouragingly. "I'll be fine."  

Seungkwan takes Wonwoo by the arm and begins to drag him toward the other room. "The faster you win, the faster you can come back to her," he says.

It's supposed to make him feel better but it doesn't. He's famously terrible at games that involve coordination. It could be hours before he makes it back to you and that's IF Jeonghan hasn't charmed his way back into your pants by then. He turns his head to look back at you just before Seungkwan pulls him through the doorway just to see you laughing at something Jeonghan's said. He has half a mind to wrestle himself out of Seungkwan's grasp and march back over there to get in between the two of you but that wouldn't fit into his already very unconvincing "playing it cool" thing he's trying to pull off.

Fortunately, they win after just two rounds. He barely hugs Mingyu in celebration before he peels off to find you. You aren't in the same corner you had been when he left so he has to check a few more places before finally stumbling across you in the kitchen. Jeonghan's nowhere in sight, thankfully. Wonwoo doesn't care where he's fucked off to as long as it's not with you.

"There you are," Wonwoo says, getting your attention immediately.

"Got thirsty," you explain, showing him your empty cup. "Want one?"

"Only if it's as good as the one I made you earlier."

You scoff. "A high bar to clear."

"I believe in you."

He approaches you from behind as you mix the drinks, running his fingers along the small strip of your back your outfit left exposed. You shiver but neither of you comment on it, quiet until you hand Wonwoo his cup and offer yours to cheers with. You watch his expression as he lifts the cup to his lips.

"So?"

He doesn't want to admit yours is better than his even though the difference is obvious. It's another dirty Shirley but the one you made is smoother, evidently poured with a much lighter hand.

"It's okay," he bluffs.

You shove him lightly, enough to make him rock back on his heels. "Shut the fuck up."

"Or what?" he challenges.

"Or I'll tie you up. Again."

Wonwoo feels his throat get tight. “That was a one-time thing!”

“You keep saying that but you sure seemed to like it in the moment.”

You had him there. He did like it. He liked it a lot, in fact- maybe too much. Even thinking about it now, the way you straddled him, the way the rope bit into his wrists when he pulled against his restraints... his cheeks get hot before he can shake the thoughts from his mind. 

“You’re blushing,” you point out. “You did like it”

His shy smile falls as he abruptly wonders if you’ve ever done the same thing to Jeonghan. He pictures Jeonghan in his place, the memories replacing his body underneath you with that of his friend. He sees Jeonghan kissing you, chasing your lips when you pull away. He sees the sweat on his brow, the determined set of his jaw. 

All of the questions he didn’t want to confront earlier douse him like a bucket of ice water. Was Jeonghan a better lover? Would he be a better boyfriend? Who was big-

“Wonwoo, are you okay?” 

Your voice, the thing that usually brings Wonwoo back down to earth, isn’t what breaks the spell this time. It’s the expression on your face when he looks down at you.

“Not really,” he admits. 

You lay a hand over his. “Do you want to get out of here? We can leave.”

“In a bit. Follow me.”

He leads you back through the house, up the stairs to where he knows no one else will be. He briefly considers pulling you into one of the bedrooms but thinks better of it, knowing neither of his friends would appreciate what he plans to do to you happening on their beds. 

There’s a bathroom across the hall from the bedrooms that he chooses instead, holding the door open to let you in first. 

The gentlemanly gesture is immediately canceled out as soon as the door shuts, though, as he pushes your back up against it and starts to kiss you. 

You reciprocate, thankfully. Your lips part almost immediately to let his tongue explore your mouth. He feels the tug of your hands clutching his jacket, pulling him in closer. He lets you, pressing his body to yours so you can feel exactly what you do to him. 

He’s the first to break the kiss but he only does so that he can move down to your neck. You tilt your head to give him better access, moaning under your breath when he begins to suck on a spot just below your jaw.  

"W-where's this coming from?" you ask, breathless.

"I've wanted you all night," Wonwoo explains, brushing it off. It’s not a lie, but it isn’t the full truth either and he suspects you know that. Still, he wishes you would just let it go and lose yourself in him the way he was trying to in you. 

“I’ve just... never seen you like this,” you say. 

“Like what?” 

“So desperate.”

Wonwoo stops. He lifts his head to finally make eye contact with you, detaching himself from your person. You look like you want to protest but you don’t. You let him go, watching as  he takes a step back and considers what you’ve said. You cross your arms over your chest, closing yourself off to him. 

“It’s Jeonghan, isn’t it?” He sighs, which is all the confirmation you need. "Shouldn't we talk about it?"

“What is there to talk about?”

“You tell me. It obviously bothers you.”

The words escape him for what feels like the thousandth time. The shame that he had been pushing down all night creeps up the back of his neck like fire chasing a trail of gasoline, burning hot, the smoke filling his lungs and threatening to suffocate him. 

How does he articulate it? How does he tell you he’s afraid that given the choice, you’d pick Jeonghan over him? That he’s sure Jeonghan would be able to give you what he might not be able to? He’s never had to confront feelings like these. He rarely forces himself to confront feelings of any kind. It’s why he’s never had a girlfriend for longer than a few months, why he tried so hard not to get attached. 

When he doesn’t respond, you fill in the blanks for him. “What, is it that your friend had me first? Are you humiliated to be with someone’s sloppy seconds?”

Wonwoo’s shocked that that’s the conclusion you would come to. “No! No, absolutely not. You’re not- don’t talk about yourself that way.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s me.” You roll your eyes. “I’m serious! It’s... fuck, I’m not good at this. It shouldn’t bother me. I know it shouldn’t. It was before we met and you didn’t know we knew each other, and even now we’re not technically- I mean, I want to be but I’ve been too much of a pussy-”

“Wonwoo.”

“Sorry.” He takes a deep breath in an attempt to steel himself before trying again. “Let me start over. It bothers me but not for the reason you think. I can’t stop worrying that he’s better than me.” 

“Better than you? At what, sex?”

“At all of it. If he was better in bed, if he’d be a better boyfriend... I know it isn’t healthy to compare myself to another guy, especially to someone who’s my friend, but I like you so much. I want you to be happy and I want what’s best for you and I want that to be me. I’m just afraid that it won’t be.”

He’s able to breathe a little easier when your gaze softens and your arms fall back to your sides. “Why don’t you let me make that decision for myself?”

“I- of course. It's totally up to you I just meant-” He shuts up when you take a step towards him. 

“You know, you were a lot cockier when we first met. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous. Hannie really shook you up, huh?”

You’re teasing him. Throwing in Jeonghan’s nickname like that, you want to get under his skin.  

Wonwoo narrows his eyes at you. “You’re such a fucking brat.”

“It’s one of the things you like about me. One of the reasons you want me to be your girlfriend.”

“Come here.” 

He grabs your arm before you can duck away, using his strength to overpower you and trap you in between himself and the sink. 

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

“What?”

“To be my girlfriend.”

“Are you asking?”

There is no hesitation this time. “Yes.”

It’s not the most romantic proposition, but he figures it’s fitting for the two of you. He’s already been more vulnerable with you in the last ten minutes than he has with anyone in years. It’s progress.

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “Then yes.”

The desperation comes back full force when he kisses you. It’s different this time, though. All-consuming. He didn’t think he would get this far and now that he has, he feels like he has something to prove. 

He runs his hands up the backs of your thighs until they reach your ass. His eyebrows raise in surprise as he looks at you.

“No panties?”

“It’s a thong,” you laugh. 

“Ah.”

His fingers find the waistband and snap it against your skin, making you flinch. 

“I had to, ah, wear them because this skirt is so goddamn tight.”

Wonwoo doesn’t really get what that means but he nods like he does, moving his hand from your hip to in between your legs. 

“Seems like someone else is pretty needy too,” he muses as he coats his fingers in your arousal and starts to play with your clit. “Have you also been thinking about this all night?” 

You bite your lip. “Maybe.”

“Maybe? I need more than that, baby.”

You groan in annoyance. “Yes, I’ve been thinking about it.”

“For how long?”

“S-since I got to your apartment.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, rewarding you by pushing one of his fingers inside of you. 

“I like your friends. They’re all really nice, but I’ve been wanting to go home so we could fuck pretty much this whole time.” 

“Should’ve said something, pretty girl. We could’ve come up here a lot sooner.”

You look shy all of the sudden. “Well, I wasn’t thinking about doing it here.”

“It turns you on, though, doesn’t it? Knowing we could get caught?” he adds another finger as he presses you for an answer, causing a whimper to slip from your lips as you nod. 

“Is that why you brought me up here?” you challenge shakily. “So that he might hear us?”

It’s like a slap in the face, but less hot. And it stings even more because you’re right. 

He slides his fingers out of you without warning, pointedly ignoring the pout you try to guilt him with. 

“Open.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth. You’re going to clean my fingers off for me.”

You do as you’re told and suck his fingers clean, moaning around them at the taste of yourself for good measure. 

“There we go. Good girl. Might as well make that mouth of yours useful if you’re going to insist on being bratty.” You roll your eyes at him and try to protest. “Aht-aht, don’t talk with your mouth full.”

He relents with a smirk when you push your teeth into his fingertips, threatening to bite him. 

“You’re lucky it turns me on when you’re a dick.”

“Trust me, I know. Now turn around.”

Wonwoo works on unbuckling his belt while you bend over the sink and brace yourself against the counter. He’s so focused on getting inside of you that he almost forgets the most important part.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t care.”

He meets your gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I’ve been on the pill for forever now. I just liked the extra precaution.”

“Jihoon probably has some around somewhere if you want to-”

“Wonwoo?”

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me without one.”

He blinks a couple of times, half-wondering if this was a dream. “Are you serious?”

“I’m serious. Do you not want to?”

“Of course I want to,” he assures you. “But we’ve never done that before.”

You’re the one smirking now. “I mean, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you? My boyfriend can fuck me raw whenever he wants to.”

“Fuck.” His cock twitches against his thigh. “Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?”

“You mean you aren’t already?” you tease. 

Instead of answering, Wonwoo gets his hands back on you, pushing your skirt up to expose your ass. He pulls your thong to the side and spreads you apart, groaning at the sight of you. 

You make a similar noise when he spits into his palm and starts to stroke himself. He’s tempted to tease you back, to make you watch him jerk off while he knows you’re aching for it, but he’s dying for it too and he doesn’t have the patience to make either of you wait any longer. 

Your breath hitches at the feeling of his cock pressing into you, just the tip at first. You whine and try to push yourself further onto him but he holds you in place, giving you one inch at a time until there’s no more to give and you’re connected at the hips. You both sigh in relief at the feeling, though the moment doesn’t last for long. 

You make eye contact with Wonwoo in the mirror, pleading silently for him to move. He does, pulling out slowly before rocking back into you, cursing under his breath at the way you’re squeezing him. 

“How are you always so fucking tight?” he grunts. “Doesn’t matter what I do to you, how many times I make you cum before I fuck you...” he trails off, losing the ability to complete the thought as he loses himself in you. 

“It’s because you’re so fucking big,” you gasp. 

“Oh, is that right?” 

The little voice in the back of Wonwoo’s mind urges him to ask if he’s the biggest you’ve ever had, but he resists it. It would defeat the purpose of the conversation you’d literally just had-- even if he is dying to know if his dick is bigger than Jeonghan’s-- so he decides to taunt you instead. 

“But you like it like that, don’t you? Can’t get off unless you’re being split in half. Isn’t that right?”

Your mouth falls open, either in shock or in pleasure. There’s no way to tell which. 

“That’s not t-true” you argue.

He clicks his tongue, calling your bluff. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby. It’s okay to be a size queen when your boyfriend’s got a big dick.”

The word feels foreign on his tongue but he likes the way it sounds. He likes the sound of being anything as long as he's yours. 

Subconsciously, his grip on you gets a little more possessive. He holds you tighter, closer. He shortens his thrusts, not pulling out as far so he can keep his body against yours. You feel so warm around him, even warmer without a condom in between you.  

He’s never done this with anyone before, never wanted it with anyone until you. Of course, he had always heard that fucking someone raw felt a thousand times better than it did with protection but it was just never worth taking the risk to him. 

Risk is the last thing on Wonwoo’s mind now. The only thing he can think about is how good, how right it feels to have you like this. 

“Baby? You still with me?” he asks, slowing down enough for you to respond. 

“Mhm.”

“Feels good?”

“So good.”

“Are you getting close?”

You nod, moaning a little too loud when you open your mouth to try and answer. Your eyes widen in surprise and you clap a hand over your mouth to try and stifle it but it’s too late. 

“It’s okay, I’m sure no one heard.” 

Secretly, Wonwoo hopes they did. He knows you don’t actually want to get caught, though, so he offers to help in the best way he knows how. 

“Take a deep breath, baby.”

The way your eyes roll back when Wonwoo’s hand closes around your throat is almost enough to send him over the edge. He has to bite his lip and pray to whoever’s listening as you cum hard around him, weakly fucking you through it while he hangs on by a thread.

He can barely think, let alone speak. The words are choked out, shaky and barely coherent. “Fuck, I’m- where do you want me to-”

“Inside,” you plead. “Cum inside me.”

God, he’s going to lose it. “Are you sure?”

“Are you going to make me beg?”

He wants to jab back, joke that you don’t have to beg even though you always sound so pretty when you do, but he’s too busy filling you with cum to grant you any kind of response. There’s so much, way more than he anticipated. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“What, why?”

He gives you a sheepish look. “It’s going to make a mess.”

You shake your head at him. “That’s what your tongue is for, silly.” Of course. Wonwoo is lucky to be dating such a smart woman. “You clean me up, I clean you up?”

He grins. “Deal.”

He pulls out and sinks to his knees on the tile in front of you, cock still out and still hard, dripping with the both of you. His hands travel gently up the backs of your legs until he reaches your thighs. He taps your right one, signalling you to lift it and hoist it over his shoulder. Then when you do, he looks up at you expectantly. 

You cock your head to the side in confusion. “What?”

“So... after this, my place or yours?”

[sunrizef1]

The Truth in Pretending

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: umeployed!logan, Williams racing

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Logan is on the brink of losing his seat. Maybe a relationship with a famous singer would help him keep it.

ynln

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user1 my baby

user2 diva core

user3 I am feral for this woman

user4 new music when??????

user5 real 😭

oliviarodrigo beautiful girl 😘

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ynln no, you 🫶

user6 I love her

user7 MY BAEEEEE

user8 I need new music

user9 how can I relate this post to rep tv

user10 that cat is so real cuz I would act the same way if I met y/n

sabrinacarpenter 💕

ynln 💕

user11 looked in the mirror and sighed

user12 need her

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u could say that again 😮‍💨

never taking another tequila shot again 🤮

ynln

It wasn’t *that* bad

I’ve only thrown up twice this morning 🤷‍♀️

sabrinacarpenter

well, don’t look at me for blame

we needed to celebrate your last day of independence

ynln

That’s not what that was

I’m sure he’s wonderful

sabrinacarpenter

hmm

he’ll have to win me over

I’m not convinced

Especially since it’s his team making you do this

ynln

I could’ve said no

sabrinacarpenter

but u didn’t

Cuz u were pressured into it

it’s not hard to tell

I litteraly have a whole song about not being a mind-reader and even I could tell

ynln

wtvr

it’s fine, really

sabrinacarpenter

have u even met him

ynln

We meet today

sabrinacarpenter

Good luck, soldier 🫡

you’ll need it 💋

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who took this?

ynln

lily!

she was walking with Alex behind us on the way out

logansargeant

oh, I didn’t know they were there

it’s a cute picture

ynln

you rly think so?

logansargeant

I like it, at least

ynln

don’t worry

I do too

logansargeant

thanks for coming btw

you didn’t have to

ynln

I mean, technically I was contractually obligated to

but I had fun

I’m glad I came

logansargeant

but I finished p20

sorry I couldn’t make your first race more exciting

I fear it will be a lot of p20 this season

ynln

Logan, it’s fine

I know nothing about f1

I was just having fun watching you race

logansargeant

so I take it you liked your first race?

ynln

I did!

lily might just be my new favorite person

Don’t tell Sabrina I said that

logansargeant

I don’t have any way to do that so I think you’re safe

I’m getting nervous you might like lily more than you like me

I mean, ur not contractually obligated to hang out with her

ynln

lol

we might be a contract but I do like you lo

dw

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good to know

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ew, nerds

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hi :)

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logansargeant

do u maybe have extra shampoo in your hotel room…?

I don’t have any

ynln

oh my sweet angel logan

I don’t use hotel shampoo

You can have all of mine

logansargeant

oh yay

can u bring it over

ynln

yeah I got you

what room are you

logansargeant

4567

ynln

Oh you’re just down the hall

I’ll be over in a min

logansargeant

thank you :)

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oh my poor baby

stuck in England for American independence day

ynln

I think I’ll survive 🤷‍♀️

sabrinacarpenter

oh?

ynln

yeah

I mean I have this lovely little puppy for company

sabrinacarpenter

who’s dog is that?

ynln

Logan’s

sabrinacarpenter

ugh

not him

ynln

He’s wonderful

sabrinacarpenter

hmmmm

I’m not convinced

ynln

well I am

sabrinacarpenter

oh!

you’re not into him, r u?

ynln

Nope

he’s just rly nice sab

sabrinacarpenter

mmmm

ynln

well I have a 4th of July party to get ready for

bye sab

sabrinacarpenter

don’t think I didn’t notice that ur having a party with Logan when there’s not even anyone around to see it and help your pr

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where’d u goooo ☹️

ynln

lol I’m in the backyard

u good?

logansargeant

yeah, I’m just feeling too patriotic

need to talk to another American

ynln

you’ve been talking to me all day?

logansargeant

well yeah but I can’t go too long without an American or I start to turn British

ynln

lol, come outside

logansargeant

already omw ☺️

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❤️❤️❤️❤️

ynln

❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m so glad u came :)

ynln

I am too

I meant it when I said I was proud of you

logansargeant

thanks y/n :)

for once, I am too

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ynln happy summer ☀️

packing it up out now 🎧

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user15 AHHHHH

user16 y/n l/n returns to Instagram posts

user17 WAIT THIS SONG IS SO CUTE

user18 I spot Logan!

user19 “I came so close to packing it up but then you happened” 😭

user20 waitttt this is lovely

user21 this is her so high school

taylorswift so good!!! 🙌

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user22 Logan sargeant you have rocked my world

lilymhe I would like photo creds

ynln so sorry guys, lily took the middle photo!!!!

user23 wait the Williams boys vacationed together? 🥺

user24 this is so

logansargeant ☀️

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idk can you make the plane move faster or something

ynln

Ur so impatient

logansargeant

sry I wanna see my gf who I love or wtvr

ynln

oh?

There’s a couple big steps in that statement

logansargeant

Delete delete delete

how do u delete messages on Instagram

I didn’t say a word

ynln

oh no, dw, I enjoyed it

logansargeant

r u sure?

cus I just figured out how to delete messages

thanks google

ynln

nope

don’t delete it

as ur gf, I think I should get used to that

(+ I love u 2, so the feelings mutual)

logansargeant

oh thank god

I was worried I’d have to disappear off the face of the planet

ynln

oh don’t do that

I haven’t even seen you as your official gf yet

logansargeant

giggling and kicking my feet

ynln

lmfao, shut up 😭

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user27 as a Logan fan, I am thankful for this sign of life

user28 love that, instead of using a candid, she used a pic of him at Williams just to put an x over the logo lmfao

user29 she’s so diva, I love it

user30 MY SHAYLAAAA

sabrinacarpenter ig he’s alright

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logansargeant I’m honored

sabrinacarpenter don’t get too cocky, ur still unemployed 🚩

user31 They’re MY Taylor and Travis

user32 I WAS SO CLOSE TO PACKING IT UPPP BUT THATS RIGHT WHEN YOU HAPPENEDDDDDD

taylorswift happy for you!

ynln thanks tay!

user33 HES FREE! WORST EXPERIENCE OF HIS LIFE!

user34 why does my goat look so happy to be fired

user35 if I got to get out of that hellhole and go home to my beautiful girlfriend who writes sweet songs about me, I would also be very happy

logansargeant I love you 😍

ynln lol, I love you too nerd

user36 oh my god they’re so perfect I love them so much

user37 actually let’s talk more about the x over the Williams logo

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user39 ofc he did, this is tayvis 2.0

user40 tayvis this, tayvis that. No, this is my Louis and Olivia.

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In the Night || J.YH (2/3)

Synopsis:You were just trying to survive. Dance, collect money, pay off your debt. Repeat. What you were not trying to do is to fall in love with someone you can’t have—not when you are owned by someone dangerous.

Warnings: PART 1, PART 3 SMUT

THEME: mafia!Yunho x Stripper!Reader

Blossom's Note: I just want to take this moment to thank all of you for showing love and taking time to read this story. It truly means a lot to me. Thank you to the new followers, for the sweet comments, and of course, the love. Sorry for uploading so late, had technical issues. Enjoy part two. Grab that drink and popcorn and lets get into it.

TAGSLIST: @ateezswonderland @sourpatchkiddo101-blog @heartsforyeoo

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You have done everything to avoid Yunho but the universe kept having different plans for you.

In every single corner, he was right there. 

It ached you so much when you two looked at each other—his words kept replaying in your head. 

Your words kept replying. 

You don’t deny it, you also said some shit you regret.

But it was the heat of the moment—but maybe this argument was for the best.

You can just go back to how things were.

Tonight was half empty in the club.

Just a handful of tipsy men by stage, watching some girls dance in exhaustion with the occasional shuffle of heels on the tile. The music was low—more for the ambiance. 

You were behind the bar, restocking bottles, wiping down the counters like your life depended on it. Trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

But it just felt so quiet around you. 

Until—

You felt it.

You turned your head—only slightly.

And there he was.

Yunho.

Seated in the corner booth of VIP. One arm draped over the back of the booth, legs spread as usual, but his face—Distant.

Unreadable. 

His eyes never once looked away. When your eyes locked on his, you stiffened for a second but quickly whipped your gaze down to the table, letting out a heavy sigh.

You just focused on lining up the shot glasses like as if your hands weren’t trembling. 

Don’t look. 

Don’t you dare break.

But you felt it.

That stare burning into your face. You couldn’t help it. You looked again—Fast. Just a glance. 

And he was still watching. There was no smirk, no nod—Just pain. 

One of the girls slid up beside you, getting in your view as she settled down her tray with a little huff. “You okay?” She asked, furrowing her brows at the sight of you looking a little stressed. 

You nodded too fast, clearing your throat. “Yeah. I’m okay. Just… tired.”

She followed your gaze before you could hide it. Her lips curled into something almost sympathetic then looked back at you, “You know, he hasn’t moved since he got here.” 

You said nothing.

You couldn’t. 

What could you even say?

She leaned over, “Hey.” She said softly to you, causing you to stop in your actions and look at her. “I don’t know what's going on nor do I want to know…” She paused. “But you two should talk things out, before things get worse.”

You flickered between her eyes before looking down at the counter. She gives you a warm smile and reaches over, caressing your arm before walking away. 

You watched her leave and sighed. 

She’s right. 

You two should talk but things are better like this. 

—

You two still remained unspoken to one another.

Like when you were behind the bar or just on the floor, you always looked at the VIP section—he was always there. Women would be there with him but he didn’t allow them to touch him nor would he engage with them.

And lately you've noticed—he didn’t look at you anymore. 

And it just killed you. Only amplified your mixed up emotions. 

Whatever. 

There is no point in harping on this. 

There was a time where you were walking to one of your tables that was filled with regulars, tray in your hand. You walked past him, your shoulder brushed him and you didn’t flinch.

But when you were out of his sight, he let out a breath he was holding since he saw you walking towards him. 

Or another time when he was outside of the club, lighting a cigarette. He didn’t smoke it, just held it, watching the smoke stream come from the end.

You were in your car, watching him from a distance. 

Thankfully, the parking lot was packed with cars, so he wouldn’t be able to see you. Your hands slide off the steering wheel as you lean your head back on the headrest. 

You watched as he dropped his hand and looked up to the sky. You let out a sigh, dropping your sight to the keys in your lap, “Let’s just go home.” You whisper to yourself, starting the car and driving off. 

You saw from your rearview mirror him turning his head to your car, dropping the cigarette on the floor as he stood up, watching you leave. 

He knew you were there.

You braked the car abruptly. Your hands gripped the steering wheel as your eyes stayed still on him. He tucks his hand into his pockets as he remains still.

Soon he takes a step forward.

Than another.

He kept thinking to himself, 'Is this it? Are you giving me a chance to talk to you? Can I just explain myself?'

But he stopped in his steps as you quickly turned your sight to the road and took a left.

You couldn't do it. You know you will break if you talk to him and you just can't have that happening.

You had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other was perched at the edge of the window, wiping your fresh, fallen tears.

Or when you were in your dressing room, girls around you getting ready and you just sit on your chair, lights on the vanity on. Your hands on your thighs, holding his napkin on your lap. Rereading his note in his voice in your mind. 

You then fold it half. 

Then again. 

Then again.  

Maybe if it’s small enough, you won’t feel it anymore. 

Or the time you were laughing with your coworkers, louder than usual. A genuine laugh. He looked at you and watched the way your smile reached your eyes. 

He had that moment tattooed in his head. 

Or when you were on stage, music loud and lights down low. For a second you locked eyes with him, sliding down the pole and on to your knees.

Then you look away.

Like it never happened.

Like none of it ever happened.

—

Tonight felt too much. You needed some fresh air.

You head out into the night air. The heavy metal exit door closed behind you as you rubbed your hands together. You walked further behind the club, your ears ringing slightly from the change of sound. 

The bass faded into a muffled vibration the more you walked, looking down at the ground. You just wanted some fresh air, feeling like you were just suffocating in there. 

The wind blows through your hair, cold air hitting your skin—goosebumps rising as you hug yourself to give some warmth. The sound of your heels against the gravel, kicking a few small rocks until you decided to leaned on the wall, looking up into the night sky. 

You sighed and closed your eyes.

Just enjoying this peace.

“Y/N.”

Peace was over. 

You opened your eyes and froze. 

You then turned your head to the direction of his voice and then pushed yourself off the wall. 

No one spoke. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned right around, not wanting to see him or talk to him.

“Wait,” Yunho said as he rushed after you.

You picked up the pace when you heard his footsteps approaching you. “Wait—can you just stop for a second— Y/N, look at me.”

He gently grabs your arm and turns you to face him. “Don’t touch me.” You snapped at him as you removed his hands from you.

“I don’t want to talk. Just leave me alone, Yunho.”

You turned around and kept walking but he didn't stop, "Please," he said, softer this time. "Just listen to me."

You let out a humorless scoff, "Listen? I think I've heard enough."

"Just stop." He begged as he grabbed your arm once more and turning you to face him.

Your chest heaved as you stared into his eyes. “What do you want?” Your voice came out hoarse.

“To talk.”

You scoffed as you removed your arm from his grip. “Talk?” You said, “You want to talk to me? After everything you said to me—“

“I didn’t mean it.” he said immediately, cutting you off.

“Yeah, but you said it.” Your hands trembled at your sides. “You knew exactly where to hit. And you fucking did.”

He stepped closer. “I was angry. I felt like you hated me, Y/N—“

You stared at him like that was the dumbest thing he could say. “I didn’t hate you, Yunho,” you snapped. “I was just trying to protect myself.” 

He stepped closer, clenching his jaw a he tried to stay calm. “I know. I said things that I regret.” He admitted.

You shook your head like you can't believe this is happening, feeling the tears dwelling in. 

His voice dropped low. “But you did too.”

Your eyes flicked up.

You saw the hurt in his face, “You compared me to him, Y/N.” His voice broke as he spoke to you. 

You looked down in guilt. You felt remorse as tears streamed down you face, sniffing.

“You hurt me too.” He looked down to the ground, tears forming in his eyes. “When you looked at me like I was him—” He cut himself with a sigh, your throat tightening, “You don’t know what it did to me to hear you say that.”

You remained looking down, not being able to face him.

He was right. He is nothing like Jae.

“I know.” You said broken, whispering. "I shouldn't have said it."

“A-And maybe I deserved it,” He sniffed as he cupped your face, “But it still fucking hurt.”

Your voice broke after a small pause. "You didn't deserve it." You paused as your teary eyes flicked between his.

"It wasn't fair of me to say such things. I just—" You let out a sob. "I just thought that if I painted you as Jae—convinced myself you were like him... then it would be easier to hate you than to admit I want something that I can't have."

He sniffed as he shook his head, "You have me." His voice was small as he wiped your tears with his thumbs. "You have me, Y/N." He repeated himself.

"I'm sorry for what I said. I was angry and it wrong of me throw something so vile in your face like that." He choke out a sob, hating himself for speaking so harshly at you.

"But it's the truth. It's my fault I'm in this situation." You said as you reached out to hold on his wrists.

You sniffed as you closed your eyes, sighing. "We both said things we regret. Maybe it's best if we just stop—"

"No"

"—this."

"Don't" He said whispering gently, "I can't stop this. I can't stop wanting you. I can't stop thinking about you—"

“Don’t do this.” You cut him off softly, feeling your chest cave in. 

“Even when you said those things to me,” He kept going, “My heart still yearned for you.”

“Don’t make this harder, Yunho.” You take a step back as you look at him with pleading eyes.

You walk around him in a rush as he runs a hand through his hair turning around to look at you—

“Let me ask you something.” He says making you stop in your steps. You turned around and looks at him, standing in torment. "Was any of it real?"

There was a pause between you two.

You gulped then parted your lips—like you wanted to say something but you had swallowed your words. You didn't want to admit it. Because if you did, it would ache even more.

You stayed frozen in your steps as he stepped forward.

Closer and closer until his hands rose gently and cupped your face.

You sighed in comfort from his soft touch, closing your eyes, feeling a tear stream down. 

His thumb brushed the curve of your cheek, “Tell me, Y/N,” His voice was laced in desperation.

He leaned in—

Forehead pressing lightly against yours. You opened your eyes, feeling your heart race. “When I touch you like this…” His fingers curved slightly, brushing your jaw, “does it feel like a lie?”

You closed your eyes, the pain hitting full force.

You shook your head, “No.”

He stayed silent. 

And then—

His lips kissed the corner of your mouth. Lingering just for a moment as you let out a small shaky breath.

Your hands reached to his wrists, taking hold as you leaned into his hands. “Please, tell me what we have is real.” He whispered. 

He slowly pulled back, looking into your eyes.

“What we had was real, Yunho.” Your throat clenched as you removed his hands—gently and slowly. “But it doesn’t matter anymore.”

You took a step back and turned around as you quickly pulled the heavy door and ran inside.

You left him there.

His hands slowly dropped and swinged on his sides slightly as he threw his head back in frustration and anger.

-

The club had emptied.

Your shift was finally over. 

You couldn’t wait to go home as you slipped on your jacket, fixing your sweatpants on the waist, and sliding in your purse, adjusting the straps. You closed your locker and locked the lock, letting your hands slowly slip from it.

You should’ve been home already. 

But you couldn’t stop thinking.

About Yunho.

About the conversation.

About the way he kissed the corner of your mouth.

And then having to pretend it never happened.

Your hands went up to your head as you shook your head, letting out a frustrated groan. 

No more. 

No more crying—

Until you got home. Then we can cry all we want.

You walked through the dimly lit club and waved bye to security who was finishing up some last minute closing details. Your eyes scanned the area and didn’t see Yunho, making you let out a shaky breath.

You stepped outside, automatically zipping up your jacket as the cool night air hit you. You reached into your purse and quickly unlocked it, scrolling to find your ride app. 

Your car was making a weird noise and you didn’t want to risk it and seeing as it is your day off tomorrow, you'll just get it checked out then.

You winced at the bright screen, turning it down the brightness to low, and that’s when you heard it—

“Hey.”

You looked up and saw a man—drunkenly swaying with glassy eyes. “I know you,” he points at you as he stumbles to the side, “You’re one of the girls from the c-club.”

Oh no.

You offered a quick, polite smile. “Club’s closed.” You tell him as you take a few steps to the side. 

He stepped forward.

“You looked so good up there, baby.” He slurred, eyes dragging over you. “Real fuckin’ good.” He licked his lips and smirked. 

Your stomach turned.

But you maintain your composure, “Sir, you’re drunk. Get home safe. Have a good night.”

You couldn’t have picked a perfect night to leave your car at home. 

Your car, Yunho, and now this. 

Could things get any worse?

You turned back to your phone and just when you were about to order the ride—his hand touched your arm, a little aggressively.

You stiffened. “Hey—don’t.”

“Don’t be like that.” He grinned at you. “I’m just tryna talk to you, baby.”

He stepped a little too close. “Come home with me.”

His breath reeked of liquor and he smelled like sweat. You shove his hand off, “I said no. Back up.” Your voice was stern. 

He grabbed your wrist harder this time. “Bitch—stop being so fucking difficult.” He gritted through his teeth.

Pain surged in your body. 

You shoved him once more— but it only made him angier as he shoved you forcefully against the wall. “No!” You yelped out in shock and pain, arms still fighting him off.

“This could’ve been easy but you want to fucking fight me. I thought sluts enjoyed shit like this.” He said as he shoved his face up to your cheek and you turned to the slide, shoving his face off you.

“Get the fuck off me!” You screamed out loud.

And then—

“HEY!”

You didn't have time to turn.

The man was ripped off of you so fast, you stumbled forward to the ground, dropping your things. 

And then—

CRACK.

Yunho’s fist collided with his face, making the man drop to the floor instantly, groaning in pain. 

You gasped, turning your sight to the fight as you stood up, “Yunho—”

But he couldn’t hear you right now. 

He just sees red. 

The man held his hand up to his nose, trying to ease the pain but Yunho hovered over him and grabbed him by the shirt and lifted his back off the ground, punching him once more—harder.

The man crumpled but that didn’t stop him from giving him one more punch. 

“Please, Yunho!” 

Yunho’s eyes held nothing but rage. He raised his fist one more and gave him the final punch causing him to lose consciousness.

“Yunho, stop—!” You reached for him. 

But suddenly—

Footsteps.

As if from the shadows, his men appeared—surrounding you. You gasped as you looked around, your heart still racing at the speed of light.

“Grab him.” Yunho snapped. Two of his men quickly stepped in and hauled the man by the arms like he was nothing but dead weight. “Call the police. I want every single inch of his face on record.”

His voice was cold.

Commanding.

Deadly.

He reaches into his suit and grabs a handkerchief, wiping off the man’s blood off his hands then dropping it on the ground.

Then—finally—he turned to you. 

Instantly, his expression softened slightly.

Your eyes were widened as you were breathing heavily, looking frantically at the body being dragged, trying to process what just happened. 

“Y/N,” His voice was soft, “Look at me. Are you okay?”

Gently, his hands touched your arms. “Are you hurt?” He asked you as he examined your neck and face. 

You shook your head—

Then nodded—

Then—

“I—I don’t know.” You blinked, finally meeting his eyes. You were trying to process, trying to calm yourself down. 

“It’s okay,” He said in a lower voice, bringing you close to his chest. “You’re safe now. He won’t ever touch you again.”

You close your eyes, feeling safe in his embrace as your hands gripped his shirt. You let out a shaken breath as you open your eyes once more, looking to the ground as you hear his heartbeat. 

“I’m taking you home.” Yunho said, commanding firmly.

You then pulled yourself back from his embrace, slowly, looking at him. 

You shook your head quickly, even though your body still felt like jelly. “No—no, it’s fine. I’ll order a ride. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

You weren’t and he knew it. 

He tilted his head, eyes scanning your face and your trembling body. “Absolutely not. I’m not going to leave you alone. Much less going to let a stranger take you home.”

You swallowed hard, guilt blooming in your chest. “I just… I need a second, that’s all.”

His jaw flexed. “Y/N,” he said, gently this time. “Don’t pretend for me.”

You blinked. ”I’m not.”

He saw right through your lies.

He stepped aside slightly and motioned toward the black car waiting by the curb—engine already running with the passenger door open. “Let me take you home,” he said. “Just tonight.”

And for once, you didn’t argue back.

You just nodded.

You felt his hand behind your back as he guided you to the car. You let yourself sink into the seat of the car, trying not to flinch when he closed the door. You gripped onto your purse and let out a breath. 

Everything is okay.

-

The car ride was silent. 

Streetlights streaked across the windshield as he drove through the lanes. The hum of the engine and the faint clicks of the turning signals was the only noise that was being made. 

Yunho gripped the steering wheel to the point his hand turned white, with the red irritation and mini cuts grazing his skin. 

He was holding something back. 

He hadn’t looked at you once since he got in the car. When you would peak and look at his face, it still carried anger—like he still wanted to fight.

You sat still in your seat—fumbling with the strap of your purse as you gnawed on your lower lip. 

Your voice came out softer than you meant.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t speak. 

Just gave the slightest nod, eyes still on the road. 

But his grip on the wheel loosened, just a bit. You exhaled at the sight of him easing up slightly. 

You stared out the window, watching the blur of passing lights and let the silence take over again. 

But eventually, you broke it. 

You needed to know. “How did you know I was outside?” You asked, turning your face to him.

He didn’t answer at first.

Then—

“I didn’t.”

His jaw twitched once.

Like he was debating whether to say more or not. “I waited out back.” His voice was quiet, “After the club closed, I didn’t see you leave through the front.”

He paused. 

Eyes still locked on the road. 

“I told myself I’d just wait a minute—make sure you got out safe.”

His fingers flexed slightly on the wheel.

“Then I heard you scream.” He shifted in his seat, remembering your heart wrenching scream.

Silence.

Your breath hitched.

And suddenly it all made sense.

He was watching—waiting.

Because even after everything—you were still his priority.

“Thank you, Yunho.” you said again, gently. 

He glanced at you, making your heart leap.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said quietly then turning to face the road. “The thought of something happening to you—”

He stops himself, wanting to stop those thoughts from coming in.

He clears his throat, swallowing the lump as he tightens his jaw, ‘I’d burn the world for you if it meant to keep you safe.” 

You didn’t respond. Your throat tightened.

The ache in your chest grew louder than the words you couldn’t find.

So you looked out the window, blinking away the tears that were forming. 

-

The car slowed to a stop in front of your apartment complex. You moved to unbuckle your seatbelt, but he was already out of the car. Opening the door before you could touch the handle. 

Of course.

You stepped out, legs still a little wobbly. He then extends his hand out to help you out the car and you gratefully take it. 

You two didn’t say anything as you walked to your building's door. He stayed walking behind you—some distance to respect your space. 

You then turned around and looked at him. “Thank you, again. For tonight.”

He gave the faintest nod. 

But his eyes… they said more. He takes a step back, “Get some sleep.” His voice was low.

You nodded. Your eyes catch a glimpse of his hands as he turns and—

“Y-Yunho,” You take a small step forward, hand reaching out to him. 

He turns around and nods, “Um,” your words are gone as you pull your hand back. “Take care of yourself.” You said as you pointed to his hands.

He gives a small nod and a small smile before turning to walk away. You let out a sigh as you turned around, pressing your code into the keypad and hearing the buzz to let you into the building.

As you heard the click shut, you glanced back and found him looking at you from his car—where he was leaning his back against, arms crossed. 

You gave a small wave and turned, heading to the elevator. 

Tonight was eventful to say the least. 

-

Time moved strangely after that night. 

Fast—so fast that it was hard to believe two weeks had already passed by since Yunho almost killed that drunk guy and saved you.

Yes, you two kept your distance. Like as if you two would shatter if either one of you got too close again.

But on the bright side, your car is working again. Hundreds and hundreds of dollars later—and a chunk of your soul—they were able to fix the issue. 

No more stalling at red lights or praying the engine didn’t wheeze on startup 

Still, with the kind of damage to your bank account, and with Jae expecting his money for whenever he comes back, there wasn’t much of a choice but to pick up extra shifts.

Morning and night—anything to soften the blow. 

Anything to keep you busy and distracted. 

Because if you had a moment to stop, you will start to drown in the thoughts and memories of Yunho. From the way he would touch you so gently, to the way his voice broke when he confessed to you, to when—

No. 

Stop.

Tonight was busy, which is perfect. 

There was a football game going on tonight so it was a perfect way to keep your mind occupied. As you were handling drinks and food to your regulars—the bartender called you over, seeing that she was too swapped to leave the counter.

“I’ll be right back.” You tell your regular as you walk up to the bar, watching her run around making drinks as tickets keep coming out one after another. “What’s up?” You ask her.

“Please do me a huge favor,” she says dramatically as she frantically throws ice into a cup.

You smile at her, laughing, “Anything. What do you need?” You asked.

“Can you take this to Mr. Jeong?” She held up a dark glass. “It’s his usual. He’s in the VIP section.” 

Anything but that.

You felt the nerves crawling in as you stared at it. “Can’t you take it?” You sighed as you crossed your arms.

“Bitch,” She gave you a deadpan look. “Don’t you think I would if I could?”

“Bitch,” you mocked her tone, “I can run the bar as you go do it.”

She stopped what she was doing and sighed as she leaned on her hands the counter top, “Y/N, I’m drowning in tickets. I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t desperate.” She said as her voice softened. 

“Please, please, please..” She clasped her hands to get in a prayer form and she repeated the word.

You stared at the drink as if you could magically teleport it to him and not have to deal with it. You then let out a sigh and nodded.

Fine.

Just a drink.

Just a delivery. 

“You’re fucking lucky I love you.” You tell her as you grab the cup and tray with attitude, walking away.

She lets out a squeal of happiness and smirks, “Damn right I am.”

You shook your head as your heels clicked softly against the floor. You raised the tray with the drink in hand, showing Yunho’s security guard who nodded and lifted the velvet rope, letting you pass.

You heard the soft clink of the rope being placed back as you headed up the steps, steadily. 

You reached the last step and finally saw him.

There he was, laid back in the plushed corner with one hand resting lazily on his thigh while the other was low on the back of a girl.

Sitting on his lap.

Her arms were draped around his shoulders, giggling softly against his ear. 

Your jaw locked.

Well—

You weren’t expecting this.

At all. 

You felt every emotion all in one go. 

His voice in your head asking if everything was real, him kissing the corner of your mouth, the tears you two shared, him saying he would burn the world for you—

Was that real to you, Yunho?

But who are you to be angry? You were the one who kept pushing him away every chance you got. 

But—

That’s because you were scared. You were just trying to protect yourself. 

Ugh, this is what happens when you let someone control your heart.

The girl— her beautiful long legs, glittered skin—leaned into him like she belonged there. You watched as they shared a smile as her finger played with the collar of his shirt, tugging at the fabric like it was hers to ruin. 

Her mouth was too close to his ear, whispering things to him. Her nails were tracing light patterns on his chest—like she knew exactly what he liked.

He was letting her. 

But then—

He saw you.

Your presence slammed into the room. His gaze flicked to you instantly and everything just shifted for him. 

His jaw tightened. His arm stilled. His relaxed posture? Gone. 

Oh, my bad, did I interrupt something? 

“What?” She asked sweetly, turning to follow his gaze. Her eyes landed on you, still walking towards them with the drink on the tray. “Ooh. Delivery service.” She smirked, motioning towards the drink. “Right on time.”

Girl, read the room.

You walked forward, careful to keep your expression blank. You remained quiet as you approached the table and placed the drink on the table.

Then—

“Your usual, Mr. Jeong.” You said neutrally. 

“Hey,” The girl called for your attention as you stood up straight. “What do you think?” She gestured between herself and Yunho, giggling as she settled more into his lap. “Do we look good together?”

You turned slightly—eyes never leaving his—and smiled. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said softly, tilting your head just enough to make it look harmless. “He gets bored so easily—must be why there is always a new girl in his lap.”

The girl blinked, mouth parting but nothing came out as she felt dumbfounded. 

“But I am sure you will keep him entertained.” You leaned forward slightly, voice dropped into something intimate but cold. “... for now.”

You stepped back before either of them could respond and headed down the steps but not before turning around and waving, “Enjoy your drink, Mr. Jeong!” 

Flashing a bright smile at him.

Yunho’s expression didn’t move. 

But his eyes? Burning. 

As you turned around and headed down the steps, your smile instantly dropped into a scowl.

You walked past the bar and dropped the tray, “I hate you.” You tell the bartender as you went to attend your regulars. 

“What happened?” She asked as she looked up from pouring the drinks, staring at your walking figure. She then shrugs it off and goes back to work.

Back in the booth, Yunho just sat there—glass untouched and girl forgotten. 

—

You were heading down the hall, pulling your robe tight as you dangled your heels in your hand, feeling comfortable in your slippers when soon you felt a presence behind you.

You didn’t even a chance to turn.

Fingers quickly wrapped around your wrist, just enough to make your breath catch as your heels drop to the floor.

“Yunho—!”

You barely said his name before he took you into an empty, private room. He slams the door and back you up against the door—firm but gentle.

Your heart was racing as you pant loudly. 

The music was muffled now. 

It was just you and him. 

You shoved him as you yelled, “What the fuck is your problem?”

Yunho stepped forward, closing the space in a heartbeat. “You.” He said as he flickered between your eyes. “You’re my fucking problem.”

He wasn’t yelling at you. “You had no right to say that shit.”

But he was seething.

His eyes burning into yours like they were trying to pull the truth. “You knew exactly what that would do to me.”

You scoffed at him. “It didn’t mean anything, Yunho. It was nothing. Like you.”

You tried turning around but he trapped you with his arms on either side of you, “Bullshit.” He scoffed at you with a bitter smirk. “You said it because you wanted to hurt me.”

He leaned closer, “And you did.” He said low and dangerous—in pain.

You stayed silent as you glared at him.

“I have to go.” You said barely above a whisper as you removed his hand from the door and turned the knob, twisting it as the sound of the club poured in—

But he was faster.

His hands slammed it once more, keeping you trapped as he got closer to you. His chest touching your back as he leaned into your ear, “Say it didn’t mean anything to you.”

His voice sounded defeated.

You felt your heart pounding in your ears. 

You closed your eyes as you felt his hand slide across your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Say I was just another body in a chair.”

He buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Say you don’t think about me.” You felt his breath on your neck, making the hairs stand at the back of your neck as goosebumps formed on your skin.

“That I don’t keep you up at night.” He kept on. You exhale as you bit down on your tongue, sighing slightly from his gentle touch. “That I don’t make you feel anything.”

You didn’t answer because your silence said everything. 

But then— you did answer.

With poison.

“Why does it matter?” Your voice was sharp, opening your eyes as you stared at his arm around you. “It didn’t take you long to find a replacement.”

His jaw clenched. 

You removed your self from his grasp and walked around him. You turned to face him and crossed your arms, “Or… is that your way of reminded me I was just a game to you?”

He lets out a disbelief scoff. “Are you serious—?”

“Am I just another girl on your list—?”

“Don’t say that—“

“That I was never the one—?”

“Stop saying that—“

“Why? You made it very clear that you—“

“Don’t you fucking say that to me.” He cuts you off with a raised voice. A voice that is just so exhausted of this back and forth with you.

You froze at his words, feeling yourself shrink as walked towards you. “You drive me insane, Y/N.” He lets out a defeated sigh.

“I just—I don’t know what to do anymore.” His eyes flickered between yours as you swallow the lump in your throat. “I want you—No—I need you. But you just keep pushing me away.” 

You looked away but he quicker cups your face, “Look at me and tell me what I have to do.” He begs you, desperate. “Please, just tell me what it is I have to prove to you that you’re the one I want.”

“Yunho—“

He presses his forehead onto yours as he closes his eyes, sniffing deeply as he felt tears forming. “I can’t keep doing this.” He cuts you off.

You felt your heart drop.

Your hands were sweaty.

Body was shaking with nerves.

“I’m suffering every fucking day, wondering if you will ever come back to me. Tell me right now, right here, and I will do whatever is it you want me to do.” He said as a tear streams down his cheek, “Because when I walk out that door, I promise I’ll leave you alone. I won’t bother you anymore.”

This is what you wanted, no?

This is what you have been asking for.

Everything inside you was buzzing, threatening to just break as he spoke to you.

But you just stayed silent and his heart ached. This was really it. This is for your own good—for his own good. You two are simply not meant to be in this time.

His eyes were asking you, ‘Are you really not going to say anything? Is this what you really want?’

Your chest rose and fell too fast as you looked into his eyes, his hands slowly removing from your face as he backs up slowly.

He just keeps walking back until he turns around and heads to the door.

You’re really going to lose him.

This is the end for you two.

His hand reaches for the door knob, slowly turning it as if he’s waiting for you to say something but nothing is coming out as you just stand there, overwhelmed with emotions as tears stream down your face.

Just as he was about to open it—

“Don’t leave me.”

Your voice broke into a whisper as you hiccuped, your breath cutting off as you sobbed. He turns to you with widened, teary eyes. Did he hear you correctly?

You took a step forward but froze in your steps, feeling like you lost control of your body, your hand reaching out for him.

You shake your head as you choke out a sob, “Please,” you said softly, “don’t leave me.”

He lets out a sigh of relief as he rushes to you and engulfs you in a tightly embrace. “I won’t, baby, I won’t.” You let out heart crushing wail as your hands clutched the fabric of his shirt like as if you trying to hold on.

He caresses your hair as he planted soft kisses at your temple. “I’m right here. It’s okay.” He reassured you as he closes his eyes tightly m, tears falling down.

Your hands remain clutching as you let out a cry. “I’m—“ you paused, trying to gather yourself. “I’m so scared.” Your voice came out shaken.

He stays silent as he caresses your body in a calming manner, trying to ease you down. “I’m so scared and I fucking hate it.” You let out in between cries. “I’m scared of what this is and what it entails for us.”

“I’m scared of how when you look at me, I forget everything around me and just see you. I’m scared of how easy it is to be safe with you. I’m scared of how you put me at ease, instantly. I’m so scared of what you make me feel.” You cried out to him as your voice trembled.

You sigh as you closed your eyes tightly. “No matter what I fucking do, I can’t get you out of my mind.” You said, sniffing. “I told myself that. I wasn’t going to fall for you—that I don’t care for you, but I do.”

“I’m so fucking scared that I want you.” You pulled back a little and looked at him into his eyes, “Even when I know I shouldn’t.” Your voice cracked at the end into a whisper.

His hands cup your faces and wipes your tears away. “Let me in, Y/N.” His voice dropped. “You have me. Let me show and prove to you what I feel for you.”

“What I said, it was wrong of me.” He grabs your hands and raises them to his lips, planting kisses on them. “I hate myself for hurting you. It’s something I never wanted to do. I never want you to think otherwise of my feelings for you. Just let me try again…” his voice broke off into a whisper as he closed his hands, your hands against his lips.

There was a pause between the two of you.

Your hands slowly dropped from his grasp, watching the way he opened his eyes and looked into you.

Your eyes flickered between his.

Then to his lips.

Then back to his eyes.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You fucking needed him.

You kissed him. 

No hesitation. 

Just all of it—raw and reckless, trembling and real as you wrapped your arms around him.

Yunho wasted no time. 

The way he kissed you back like he was starving. His arms wrapped around you—tight and desperate, scared that you were going to leave again. 

Scared that you would disappear if he let go.

You didn’t stop. And you didn’t even want to. 

This kiss was messy. Hot. Desperate. 

Your fingers threaded through his hair, gripping tight, pulling him closer—closer than close. You whimpered into his mouth as he groaned—deep and broken.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered against your lips, voice rough and trembling between each kiss. “You don’t fucking know.”

You gasped softly, and he swallowed it. Like your breath belonged to him now.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him flush against you, as he walked you two backwards to a wall, pressing you against it as he groaned when he felt the arch of your body against his.

Your fingers dug into his back as his lips dragged across your jaw, breath hot and desperate. You whimpered as you bit your lower lip in delight, throwing your head back.

He groaned like he was about to lose it.

And then, he stopped.

Pulling back as his forehead rested against yours. Your lips parted as your breaths tangled between you two. 

Neither of you spoke.

Until you broke the silence.

You pressed your hands to his chest—barely—just enough to make space between you. “Yunho,” you said with glassy eyes, lips swollen. “You know we can’t do this.” 

He just looked at you like he already knew it wasn’t true. Like he was begging you not to lie to yourself. “We can’t.” You said again, quiet.

And that’s when he leaned in, voice brushing against your lips, “Yes, we can.” His eyes dropped to your mouth, his voice barely more than a breath, “Don’t be scared anymore. Trust me.”

Your lips barely touched—still trembling. “But I am scared, Yunho.” You tell him. “I’m scared to lose this.” You swallowed hard.

“I don’t know what it’ll do to me.” You shake your head, closing your eyes as a million of negative thoughts roam in your mind.

“Hey,” he said gently as he places his finger under your chin, “I’m not going anywhere. You won’t lose me.” His hand soothes down your back. “I mean it.”

He leaned back just enough to look at you—eyes steady, soft. “We can take it slow.” He smiles gently at you, “As slow as we need. There is no rush.” He lifts your hands to his lips and places small kisses on the knuckles.

Your throat tightened—tears burning but not from fear this time. From the weight of someone meaning every word they said. 

Slowly, you dropped your hands and rested your head against his chest. His arms tightened around you and closed your eyes in his warmth.

You let yourself breathe for the first time in forever.

You two stayed in silence for a moment.

Until your voice broke it—soft. 

“What about Jae?” His chest stilled under you. His jaw clenched slightly.

He didn’t answer. Not right away.

Because this really wasn’t just about Jae. It was everything that entails that scares you. 

It was about the what ifs. The fear of letting someone in. The fear of hope. What if the things Yunho says aren’t real? What if he will let you down? What if he’s like the rest—

Then finally—

He exhaled, taking you out of your thoughts. “It’s not going to be easy.” He pauses, “You know that.”

Your fingers curled slightly into his shirt. “He’s an unpredictable, dangerous man.” He stops and sighs. “And he already thinks you’re his.” 

The chill ran straight down your spine. “So what do we do?” Your voice was hoarse. 

Yunho’s hand moved up your back—steady, grounding. “We don’t give him anything to see. We will be careful. Quiet.”

He pulls back and looks into your eyes. “And we protect what is ours.” He said softly. 

“I’m not afraid of him,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “but I won’t risk you.”

You nodded. “I trust you.” 

“Good.” He gives you a small smile. 

He lets his thumb slowly run your lower lip before placing another long, desperate kiss on them. 

—

And it’s like nothing happened.

No exchanging looks. No silent acknowledgement. 

Like as if last night never happened. You played your part and he played his. 

The adrenaline from work today has completely calmed down and you feel the aches in your bones and muscles as you put on your shoes—sighing in relief at the compression on your feet.

You stood up and grabbed your bag, heading out the room and the club. When you looked up, you stopped in your tracks, seeing that Yunho was leaning against his car, legs crossed at the ankle, his hands tucked into his pants pockets. 

His head was tilted with a smirk on his lips as he watched you approaching him with a smile on your face. 

“Heading home?” He asked all casually. 

You nodded, “Yeah.” You paused. “Waiting on someone?” 

His smirk deepened, him eyeing you up and do, "I was." he said smoothly. "But turns out she found me first."

Oh shit. 

You felt yourself short circuit as your breath hitched. The way he looked at you made your knees buckle slightly.

You give him a small laugh, trying to not let him catch you slacking. "She wasn't sure if you would still be here," You said softly. You then wrap your arms around his waist and looked into his eyes, "But... it's nice to see you."

He leans and plants a gentle kiss on your temple as he wraps his arms around you. "How was work?" He asks you softly.

You let out a defeated sigh as you leaned your head on his chest. He then let out a chuckle, "That's all you had to say." He said, making you smile.

You then pulled back and looked into his eyes. "It was eventful, to say the least."

There was a comfortable pause between you two are you looked at one another. His eyes flickered between yours before reaching with one hand to cup your face, "Come get breakfast with me."

You blinked up at him, confused. “Breakfast?” You repeated with a smile still on your face.

He nodded his head, a faint smirk on his lips. “Yeah,” he said. “Nothing fancy. It’s up the street.” 

You unwrap one arm from his waist and grab your phone in your back pocket, looking at the time. 

3:00AM. 

You then looked up at him and nodded, “I could go for some breakfast right now.” You smiled. 

—

The diner wasn’t much. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, black and white checkered tile with peeling red booths. It was a little run down but you didn’t care—

You were more caught up in the excitement of spending time with Yunho. 

The smell of grease clinged to the air as Yunho opened the door for you, making the bell ring, gesturing you to go in first. You give him a small thank you and gesture two people to the waitress.

She grabs two menus from behind the stand and guides you two to your table. You slid into a booth near the window, the cracked leather squeaking under your weight.

Yunho slide in across from you, taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves to expose his forearms. You both thanked your waitress as she placed down the menus in front of you.

“I’ll be right back with your waters.” She said with a tired smile and then walked away.

Silence fell between you two. 

You busied yourself by straightening the silverware, flicking the peeled edge of the laminated menu as you felt him watching you. 

The way he looked at you in a soft manner—curiosity even, made you slightly shift in your seat. You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to break the silence. “I-Is there something on my face?” 

“No.” He said without missing a beat. “Just looking.” 

You looked down to the menu as you felt your cheeks getting red. 

Shit. 

He has you blushing. 

“So,” you said, changing the subject, grabbing the menu to hold it up a little, adjusting yourself in the seat. “What do you normally get from here?” 

He chuckles at your reaction, maintaining his eyes on you. “I don’t.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as your eyes shot to him. “You don’t what?”

“I have never eaten here.”

You blinked. “Seriously?” You tilted your head to the side, asking softly. “Then why come here?” 

He shrugged lightly, voice calm. “I wanted to take you out.” His eyes flicking between yours, “spend time with you. Get to know you better outside of a private room or the club.”

You froze for a second, letting his words sink it. Then a gentle smile appeared on your face, “That’s really sweet of you. Thank you.” You tell him, still feeling red in the face.

You then look down to the menu, trying to hide your flushed face. You cleared your throat, “I don’t even know what to get.” 

Yunho chuckled softly as he leaned back. “We have time.” He paused. “Get whatever you want.”

You raised an eyebrow at his words, repeating them skeptically, "Whatever I want?"

He smirked as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, an amused smile tugging the corner of his mouth. “Whatever you want.” He murmured softly.

You felt the heat creep up the back of your neck. 

But before he could get any closer, you lifted your menu quickly, blocking him like a flimsy shield. “Good.” Your voice is neutral but the smirk twitching in your lips betrayed you. 

He laughed at you as he backed up, grabbing his menu. You swallowed hard, forcing your eyes to stay locked on the page, tracing over items you weren't really reading.

Waffles. 

Pancakes. 

Omelettes. 

None of it mattered.

After a beat, his voice slid across the table, "You always hide when you get nervous?” 

Your hands stiffened around the menu instinctively. You peaked over the top, trying to glare—but the smile threatening to come out was reaching your eyes. “I’m not nervous.” You said too quickly.

Yunho’s smile widened just a little, “Sure.” He said looking back down his menu. “Whatever you say.” He teased. 

But behind the menu— out of his line of sight— you smiled.

Really smiled. 

For the first time in what felt like forever.

You stayed hidden behind the menu for a few more seconds, your heart hammering in your chest, your cheeks burning hotter than you dared admit.

And you could still feel Yunho’s eyes on you—calm, steady, unbothered.

You let out a forced huff, placing the menu down on the table and glared at him. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” You accused him.

Yunho’s mouth twitched at the corners. He just leaned back slightly in the booth, stretching one arm along the backrest. “Maybe,” he said. “But watching you squirm a little? It’s kind of worth it.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him but then—

You got an idea.

You tilted your head, eyes glinting with amusement, “Oh, Mr. Jeong,” you teased, voice dripping in danger. 

You lifted your leg under the table, slowly letting your foot brush up his leg and thigh. Your fingers reached across the table, trailing light circles over the back of his hand.

His eyes darkened as he stared at you, feeling a rush of heat coming into his body—smirk dropped.

“Don’t act like you weren’t squirming when I had your hands cuffed and your knees on the floor for me.” 

He stiffened at your words.

He then lets out a humorless chuckle, sitting up straight, going to lean onto the table with frustration on his face, “You—“

“Okay! Sorry about the wait,” the waitress chimed in brightly—oblivious to what was happening. “What can I get you both to start?”

Yunho eyes burned into you as you reached for your water lifting it to your lips that had a sweet, smug smile.

—

Soon the food came out. 

The plates clattered down between you two as she called out the order and placed it down respectively. She tucks the empty tray under her arm, “Enjoy guys.” She said as she walked away.

Your mouth was watering at the sight of the food. You grabbed your napkins and unrolled it, getting the utensils out, ready to dig in. You picked up your fork and stabbed your eggs, closing your mouth at the taste of it. 

“How’s your food?” Yunho asked as he drank his coffee.

You nodded, “Mm,” you swallowed your food. “I don’t know if it’s because I’m hungry or what, but this has got to be the best eggs I have ever eaten.” You tell him, causing him to laugh. 

“You think I’m joking?” You tell him playfully serious. You gather some eggs on your fork, “Here. Have some.” You smiled at him and fed him the eggs.

He happily takes it, leaning back on the booth as he dramatically throws his head back, “No, you’re right. These are the best eggs ever.” He moaned in delight. 

You laugh at his exaggeration as you crump up your napkin and throw it at him, aiming it as his chest. Soon enough, the laughter dies down and silence—which was nothing but comfortable—took over you two are you enjoyed your food

Across from you, Yunho ate slowly as watching you enjoy your food in delight. He loves to see you being relaxed and at ease with him. That’s all he ever wanted.

But something keeps clawing at him—

How did you get here? What's your whole story? How do you go from cold and shutting off your emotions to being this. 

He sets his coffee down with a soft clink and leaned slightly forward. “Can I ask you something?” He said softly.

You sip your water and nod as you look at him. “Sure.”

He looked at you for a second longer, wondering if he is going to push it too far by asking, “How—“ he paused, trying to find the words, “How did you end up working for Jae?”

“Oh.” You paused.

Your chewing slowed down as your eyes flickered down at the table. It's a fair question to ask. You just weren't expecting it so soon. But Yunho is a safe space for you, you knew there was no judgment with him.

“We don’t have to talk about it—“

“No, no,” you cut him off with a gentle smile, “it’s okay.”

You placed your fork down with a light clatter and took another sip of water. “Well," You started off, "I was working at a diner—something like this actually.” You said as you looked around. “Very long hours, barely making anything. I was behind on rent, bills—well, everything.” 

“Jae, at the time, was my regular. Always asked to be seated in my section, always was a huge tipper, always was a smooth talker…” you let out a humorless smile, remembering when he would flirt with you. “He... wasn’t who he is now. Or, maybe, he was and I just didn’t see it yet.”

Your eyes zoned out to your plate as you kept going, remembering the naiveness you had. “One night, he offered me a job at his club… said I could make some real money—no strings.” You sighed and shook your head, “But I turned him down.” 

You then looked into Yunho’s eyes. “But that didn’t stop him from coming back a couple days later. He asked me to come down to his club, just to check it out and see for myself. No pressure.” You shrugged.

“So I went.” You paused.

You mentally cursed at your past self.

You gnawed on your lower lip as you leaned your forearms onto the table, “I couldn’t believe the amount of money the girls were walking out with. Money that covers rent for a week in one night.”

You closed your eyes as you remembered your weakened state of mind at the time. “I was desperate. Exhausted. So, I signed.” 

Yunho pulls his eyebrows together slightly as he listens to your story, gulping nervously for what's next to come.

You then let out a bitter laugh as you opened your eyes, “But what Jae didn’t mention—of course—is that most of the girls were in debt to him.” 

Your tone hardened as you explained. “This is what he does. He will give you the money upfront. He helps you with rent, food—clothes if you need it, every single cent is tracked and counted for. But, what makes it worse is that Jae adds interest.” 

“Oh, and the contract?” You shake your head, “You can’t just leave. He made it so airtight that you can’t leave unless he says you can and trust me…” you paused, “he won’t.”

There was a moment of silence as Yunho let all your word sink in. He felt anger, frustration, sadness all in one go as he looked at you. 

Slowly, he reached out and took your hand into his, “That son of a bitch." He said in a low tone as he shook his head in disbelief. "I'm so sorry."

His eyes were dark and steady. "You shouldn't have been alone like that. You don't deserve this." He lifts your hand to his lips as he places soft kisses on your knuckles. "I'm here now. I won't let him continue this. Trust me."

You gave him a teary smile, "What if it's too late?" You asked scared but hopeful.

"It's only late if we stop fighting." He said softly as he shook his head. "Trust me, Y/N. I am not going anywhere. I will get you out."

You gave him a teary laugh as you sniffed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. "You keep saying things like that and I just might start falling for you."

He leans in with a raised eyebrow, "You mean to tell me you haven't already?" He teased you.

You let out a sneer as you shook your head, "You ridiculous." You said smiling. You then get serious with a smile still on your face as you slightly slouch in your seat, "But, in all seriousness, thank you. For saying that and for being here. I didn't know how much I needed this."

“No, thank you.” He said, having a small smile. “For confiding in me.” 

“Can I ask you something?” You said as leaned in, curious.

He nodded, “Anything.” 

“What about you? How did you become—um, actually—I’m sorry, what do you do? Like what's the job title in your field?” You asked him awkwardly, making the two of you burst into laughter. 

His thumb caresses your hand as he inhales deeply, calming down from the laughter. “I, um—“ he clears his throat, “I handle the contracts, import of things, logistics… sometimes favors.” 

You blinked at him before slowly nodding, “Mhm, got it, got it. Basically something vague and suspicious.” You teased him. 

He looks into your eyes and slightly tilts his head, “I just made a few decisions I couldn’t take back when I was young.” He said as he looked at your hands interlocking with his, reminiscing his tough childhood. “I was just with the wrong crowd and it was too late for me to leave.” 

“But,” he said as he flickered his gaze to you, who held a sad expression for him. “I pushed through it and built something for myself.” He smiled at you, his heart swelling with warmth as you gave him a small smile back.

“Now I make sure I never end up powerless again.” He said.

You nodded at his words. “It’s amazing how you turned your life around, how you were able to take charge.” You sighed. “I would too if I was capable. I wouldn’t want to feel powerless again if I ever get out.” 

“When you get out,” he corrects you, then he tilts his head, “what would you want to do? What would you want to be?” He leans in closer.

You giggled softly at him. Maybe, just this once you will dream once more about what you wanted to be growing up. “A marine biologist.” Your eyes gleamed.

You let out a laugh from how ridiculous it sounded after so many years. 

He repeated it, thoughtfully. “Marine biologist.” He nodded slowly, “That’s a great dream.” 

You shrugged, trying to act like it didn’t matter. “Was a great dream.” You muttered, picking at your hash browns. “Before everything went to shit.” 

He just leaned back slightly, grabbing his cup of coffee with his free hand, “You know it still can be.” He takes a sip.

You let out a small huff as a small smile tugged at your lips, shaking your head slightly. “How?” You teased him. “You're going to enroll me into college between your “logistical” and mafia—like meetings?” 

“Works for me.” He said easily as he smiled, shrugging. He tapped his finger against the side of the cup, “I’ll be there at the back of the class looking like your bodyguard.”

You let out a short, startled laugh, louder than you meant to, causing it to echo in the empty diner as it bounced off the walls. Your hand flew up to your mouth, eyes widening, “Sorry.” You said muffled. 

Yunho just grinned wider, looking pleased with himself like he’d just won the world. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it.” He reassured you. 

You then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down all shy. “Think about it,” he continued, “You would be giving a presentation about—about,” he paused, thinking but just gave up, “about whatever the fuck the ocean has and me sitting in the back, scaring your professors which gets you an automatic A.” 

You laughed again, softer this time. “You're so silly.” You muttered at him.

“Only for you.” 

—

You two were cracking jokes, laughing amongst each other when the waitress came up to the table, “Here you are.” She placed the check on the table with a muted thud. “Let me take this away from you two.” She said as she grabbed the stacked, dirty plates and headed to the kitchen.

You blinked down at the check, reaching for your bag automatically, “I got it.” You said out of habit, rummaging through your bag for your wallet.

Yunho just scoffed at you, “Right.” He said sarcastically as he took out his wallet from and placed his card on the paper. “Not tonight.”

You watch as he waves to the waitress, signaling her that he was ready to pay. “Yunho,” you said sternly, “I can at least pay for my half.” 

He just gives you a deadpan look as the waitress grabs it from his hand and makes her way to the cash register. You then crossed your arms, knowing you have lost this battle. “Fine.” You said but then gave him a small smile. “Thank you. For tonight and for the meal.”

He reaches his hand over the table and you happily take it. “Anything for you.” He said, smiling softly. “Thank you for tonight as well.” 

The waitress then comes back with the receipt and card and thanks the both of you. With that, you two stand up and place on your jackets, you fixing your purse on your shoulder. 

He then takes out a few hundred dollar bills, stacked neatly and places it on top of the paper. You stared at it—stunned for a second. Not at the money, but of how thoughtfully he did it. It wasn’t to show off or prove anything.

“That’s really sweet of you.” Your voice was small. You looked at the money, reflecting. A few years ago, this was you. Wanting the hope of a generous customer to ease the weight of the week—you just wish it wasn’t Jae who did it.

He looks at you and smiles, wrapping his arm around you, bringing you in close as you two walk to the door. “She deserves it.” He whispered to you as he kissed your temple.

You two stepped outside, the cold air hitting you instantly, making you shiver. Without a word, he removed himself and took off his jacket and draped it over you—faint smell of his cologne, all warm.

He then wrapped his arm around you as he guided you to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for you. Back in the diner, the waitress tirelessly walked to the table—eyes widened and frozen in her steps as she saw the amount of money left for tip.

In disbelief, she slowly reaches out and grabs the money with a small shake, mouth parting as tears swelled in her eyes. She lets out a gasp and looks out the window to see Yunho closing the door for you. 

Yunho looks up and nods at her, waving goodbye as he walks around the back of the car and gets into the car. The waitress raised her hand to say but just froze as gave him a smile, watching the car drive off.

She looks down at the money with happiness and puts it away, wiping down the table before heading back to the kitchen.

—

Finally, you two arrived at your apartment building. The car makes a small screech as he slowly brakes. He puts the car in park and turns it off, quickly getting out and walking around to open the door for you. “Thank you.” You said softly.

You two walked hand in hand to the front door of your building and stopped at the entrance. You turned to face him and hugged his waist as you looked at him, “Tonight was… really amazing. I don’t think I have laughed or spoken about my feelings in a long time. But…” you paused as you gave him a smile. “I’m happy it was with you.” 

“I’m happy to be the one who can make you feel free and safe.” He said, eyes soft. “I have never felt this way before but I, too, am happy it’s with you.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, making you slightly blush. Slowly, he leans in, lips hovering over yours as you flutter your eyes close, closing the gap between you two. Your arms quickly draped over his shoulders as his hands found your waist, pulling you in closer.

He titled his head, deepening the kiss. You let a whimper so low, he thought he had imagined it. Your hand tugged on his hair, making him exhale through his nose as his hands roamed your back.

But then—

“Ahem, Ahem—!”

The both of you jumped back at the sudden voice. You quickly turned around and saw an old man with his hands behind his back, leaning forward with an eyebrow raised as he glared at you, glasses resting low on his nose bridge. 

“S–Sorry.” You stuttered out.

“Sorry.” Yunho said.

You two awkwardly moved to the side as he remained looking at you as he walked to the code box near the door, inputting his numbers making the door buzz open which finally made him break eye contact as he went inside.

“Have a good night.” Yunho said respectfully to which the man just ignored, the door closing behind him.

In the same beat, you guys looked at each other and just broke into a small fit of laughter. “What could an old man be doing out at almost five in the morning?” You pounder out loud. 

“Who knows,” Yunho jokes, “maybe he just came back from the club too.”

You shook your head as you laughed. You looked at him once more, eyes gleaming and all smiles, “Will I see you tomorrow?” You asked him.

“Of course you will.” Yunho replied. He leans down and gives you a kiss on your forehead and tucks his finger under your chin and lastly plants a kiss on your lips. “Sleep well.”

“You too, Yunho.” You smiled at him. He places a gentle kiss once more on your lips before turning around and heading to his car. 

You bite your lower lip, smiling as you head inside. You were finally happy. You couldn’t believe it.

 —

The relationship between the two of you was blossoming into something passionate and meaningful. You two made each other feel loved and safe, always surrounded by the good of each other. 

He has proven to be a man of his word. He never once made you feel like a burden. He is patient and understanding of your needs and past issues. He doesn’t fight it, he works through it with you. 

He has changed you for the better. Your smile reaches your eyes now. Your laughs are genuine. You wake up brighter now. You actually look forward to your days. It’s been good.

Yunho is someone who is willing to drop whatever is doing and just run to you. For example—

Your car, once again, was acting up. You were going to head off to do some errands but it wasn’t turning on so in a distress state, you called him crying. “Yunho,” you sniffed, “I need help and I just don’t know what to do anymore.” 

In an instant, Yunho stood right the fuck up, causing his men to do the same as they stood on alert. His heart dropped at the sound of your voice, “What’s going on?” His voice was low as he grabs his jacket and walks to the door, snapping his fingers to his men to follow him. 

But then he froze in his steps.

“My car!” You cried out as you stomped your foot on the floor, throwing your head back in frustration. He closed his eyes and he deeply inhales and exhales, trying to calm himself down. 

He genuinely thought something horrible was happening to you and was getting ready to kill. “It’s not working and I honestly don’t know what else to do and it’s just frustrating me because I already dropped so much money and….”

Yunho sighs as he hears you rambling. “So your car isn’t working.” He repeated as he rubbed his temples. His men let out a sigh of relief as they slouched back down to their seats. 

Soon after, he picked you up and called a tow truck. He held your hand the whole car ride as you carried a frustrated expression on your face the whole ride to the mechanics.

When you arrived, the mechanic was just explaining what the issues were, what they were going to need to fix, what needed to be replaced but all you heard was your bank account crying. 

“I’m sorry.” you cut him off softly as you crossed your arms, trying to ease the frustration building within you. “How much is this going to cost?” 

He lets out a scoff and smiles. “Well, honestly speaking we are doing a lot of repairs so this is going to cost you—“

Yunho steps up from behind you, hands tucked into his pockets as he glares at the man who shuts the fuck up and gulps nervously. He takes a look around and sees some of Yunho’s men standing, looking at him to which he lets out a sheepish laugh, “I’m sure we can work something out.” 

“I’m sure we can.” Yunho’s deep voice rang. 

You then let out a smile of relief, obvious to what just went down because you were consumed with thoughts of your car and payment. 

But no need to worry, while your car was at the shop, Yunho would happily take you to any destination you wanted—home, work, grocery store, you name it. When dropping you off at work, he made sure to drop you off at a safe corner and watch you walk to work, just so people, or cameras, see anything. 

He would always be waiting for you outside like clockwork, flirting with you at times as you would walk to his car. “Excuse me,” he would say as he put the car window down, “I just wanted to let you know that you have got to be the most beautiful girl—“

“I have a boyfriend.” You cut him off with a deadpan look, serious tone. As you walked past his car, you broke out into a huge smile, trying not to laugh when you heard him turning the car around to catch up to you.

“Y/N,” He sounded panicked. “Get in the car. It’s dangerous outside!” 

Or when you finally felt ready to invite him up to your apartment. You had closed the door and leaned on the open passenger window, letting your hands dangle inside. He reaches for one hand and places a kiss on it, making you smile. “Hey,” you said softly, “Do you, maybe… want to come up stairs?” 

He raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you nodded with a small smile. “You can stay for a bit, nothing crazy.” You teased him, making him smile. 

“I would love that.” He said warmly. 

—

It started becoming a habit. 

He would drop you off and stay a while. He would let his hands run the edge of the sofa before going around and sitting down at the corner while you would go and change, talking out loud about your day. 

“How was your day?” He shouted slightly as he took off his jacket. He smiled when he heard your groan of frustration, hangers clicking against each other as you roamed your closet for comfortable clothes. 

“Don’t get me started.” You said as you took off your shirt, the light of your lamp captured your figure and displayed it on the wall. Yunho bit his lower lip as he saw your shadow taking off your pants. 

His breathing picks up just a little bit as he adjusted his pants—all of a sudden feeling tight. You then appeared in the doorframe of your room and rolled your eyes, “Let me tell you all about it.” 

You walked towards him and just as you were about to sit next to him, he pulled you to his lap. He settled you sideways across his thighs with one hand wrapping around your waist. “I’m ready.” He said as he leaned back on the sofa, ready to hear about your day. 

You spoke about how some girls were annoyed about being put on stage last minute, how some regulars came back after a while or not seeing them. Or when you gave advice to the poor, drunken man who was crying over his marriage. Or how the new heels you bought gave you blisters because they have yet to be broken into—just everything.

It was always like this. He enjoyed hearing about your day, what you planned on doing the following day, what errands you needed to run. It would have the both of you sharing laughs, eyebrows being raised at some concerning things, or branching out into different conversations.

But when he would see your eyes closing, your responses being short, he knew it would be time to go. He always respected your space—boundaries. “Y/N,” his voice rang softly, making you hum in return. “It’s time for me to go.” 

Your eyes would always open softly and look into his eyes. “Do you have to?” You whispered to him and he would look down, you in his arms as you laid on him. 

“Yes.” He said. 

You let out an annoyed exhale through your nose which made him smile. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” He said as he leans down and gives you a kiss on the lips. 

And back he was, but tonight was different. This time you noticed his head turning to the side, his hands slowly falling from your waist. “And so I said—“ you froze in your sentence as you looked at him, giving him a gentle smile. 

“Yunho…” You whispered to him as you got off, “hey, lay down.” He then jolts slightly awake, trying to get up but you calm him down, “It’s okay. Stay tonight, please.” You said and he gently nodded. 

He lays down and instantly falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. You grabbed the blanket from the edge of the sofa and draped it over him. You leaned down and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Good night.”

Soon enough, he got comfortable staying over the night. Due to this, you two have more time for activities, such as playing games. Now, you’re not competitive whatsoever, but bring in UNO and all of a sudden you are cutthroat. 

You smirked as you placed your card, “Plus two.” 

He looked at the card and then at your face, scoffing. “Plus two.” He said, placing it down.

You maintained that sly smirk on your face and dropped an additional plus two. His face then drops in frustration and he looks through his card deck causing you to laugh in delight.

But then—

He dropped another card.

Plus two. 

He smirked at you as you just stared at him. You then dropped all your cards on the table, arms crossed as a pissed off look appeared on your face, “I don’t want to play anymore.” 

He just bursted out into a fit of laughter, seeing your reaction. “You think this is funny?” You asked in a serious tone, eyebrow raising. 

He just kept laughing, unable to contain it. “Wait, wait, wait—“ He said in between laughs as he stood up to chase after you and grabbed your hand, gently.

You kept your arms crossed as he wrapped his arms around you. “It’s the fact that you let me do that!” You said, feeling annoyed. 

He gives you a smile, “What did you expect me to do?”

“Tell me that you have plus twos!” You playfully yelled at him. 

He keeps smiling at you as he cups your face, planting a kiss on your lips. “My sore loser, it’s okay. We can play something else.” He teased you. 

“I’m not a sore loser.” You said as you rolled your eyes. He just laughs as he just went back to kissing you, making you slowly forget what you were even angry about. 

—

There was a night where you didn’t work but he did. He came over, all tired through the smile he gave you and only you. You were sitting on the sofa, his hands caressing your legs as he told you about his day but—

Respectfully, you could give a fuck right now. You kept getting lost in the way his hands touched you. The rough patches on his palms on your soft skin—it was getting hot for you. 

You would breath heavy as fuck when his hands would stroke higher and higher your thigh but he was too consumed in telling you how work was that he didn’t notice your fidgeting. 

You bite the tip of your thumb to distract yourself, giving him half ass responses and nods to his words when he would look at you. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes flickered from his hand to his eyes. 

“I asked if you were okay.” He said as his eyebrows furrowed. “You kept fidgeting. Does something hurt? Do you need me to get you something?” He said sitting up a little.

Okay, maybe he did notice. 

“Oh, no.” You smiled at him, gulping. “I just—I think I’m just tired.” You quickly think of an excuse. 

He just nods at you as he keeps his eyes on yours. Soon, his hands slowly passed your knee and up your thigh, “Is that… the only reason?” 

Your mouth parted—nothing came out. 

His fingertip traces small circles in your inner thigh. “I saw the way you looked at my hands.” His voice went low, making you shift in your seat as you looked down. “Look at me.” He said as he placed a finger under your chin, lifting your face up to look at him. 

He leaned in closer, “Tell me,” he whispered. “What were you thinking about?” 

Your heart raced as you felt his breath over your lips. You let out a breath as your eyes looked into his. “I was thinking about you.” You exhale a shaken breath. “You… touching me. 

He hovers over you, “What was I doing?” He whispered in your ear as he slowly leans your back on the sofa, kissing below your ear, trailing it down your neck and back up, making you gasp at the touch. 

“Don’t go quiet on me now.” He grinds against you making your mouth part. 

“Oh.” you let out a moan. “You were using your fingers, making me feel good—so good.” You arched your back as he kissed your lips, grabbing your leg and hooking it over his waist. 

“Tell me,” he said between kisses, “how you want it.” He starts moving down, scrunching up your shirt and placing hot kisses on your stomach. “Whatever you want,” he said tugging down the waistband of your shorts, placing kisses on the exposed skin, “whatever you need,” 

He slides off your panties and spreads your legs, eyes shooting to yours, “I’ll do it for you.” 

The cold air hits your glistening pussy as you clenched into nothing. He keeps his eye contact on you as he leans down and places a kiss on your clit, making you lean your head back as you close your eyes in anticipation.

You bite down your lower lip, trapping a moan as his tongue lays flat on your clit, licking you up. He then sucks the sensitive top part of your clit, moaning in delight, making you feel the vibration.

Your chest slowly heaves as he spreads your folds and drags his tongue down, fucking your hold with his tongue in and out, flicking it inside making you moan loudly.

His thumb reaches to massage your clit as he keeps his tongue working you out. One hand reaches to grip the edge of the sofa behind you while the other grips his hair. “Fu—ck.” You said brokenly. “Oh my—Oh my gosh—Oh!”

He sticks two fingers inside of you and curves them upward as he goes back to sucking your clit, making loud suction noises as he sucks hard. “Yun—Ah! Yunho, fuck!” He moaned, vibrating deep into your pussy. 

He gets his other hand and massages the sides of your clit V style as he flicks your clit with his tongue. “Tell me, baby, is this what you were thinking?” His deep voice rang in between your moans. 

You nodded and swallowed to moisten your throat. “Yes—“ You cried out.

“Yes, Yunho, Yes!” 

“I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so close—“ you repeated as you shot your eyes to him, watching him eat you out. He quickens the pace on everything and just sends you over the edge making you scream out loud as your body shakes from the overwhelming sensation. 

He rides out your high with his fingers, watching you break apart in front of him as you jolt from the sensation. He licks his lips as he sits up, bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking your sweet juices. You watched him with slightly parted eyes, breathing heavy.

He then hovers over you, watching you with a faint smirk as your hands reach out and place a comforting touch on his chest. “That,” you said panting, “was amazing.” 

He laughs softly at your reaction. “Anything for you.”

—

Tonight was no different. You were over at his house—TV long forgotten in the dark bedroom, straddling his hips as you two passionately kissed. His hands running up and down your, groaning into the kiss as you slowly grind on him. 

You sit up, slightly panting, but he quickly sits up and captures your lips as his hand gently grabs your face, maintaining you still. Your hands reached the bottom of your shirt and you quickly took it off, keeping eye contact. 

Your hands went behind your bra and unhooked your bra. “Wait.” he said as he held your arms, panting.

“What happened?” You said softly. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head and placed a gentle kiss on your chest, “I just want you to be sure of this.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you tilted your head. “It’s just—I want to make sure that you are ready for this.”

You then smiled softly at him, cupping his face. “I have never been more sure, more ready in my life.” 

He reaches for your wrists and lets out a small chuckle. “You’re positive?” 

You place a kiss on his lips. “I promise you. I want this with you and only you.” 

“Okay.” He nods. 

Slowly, you reached for your bra straps and took it off. Yunho’s breath hitched at the sight of your breasts, quickly taking one into his mouth as massaged the other one. You threw your head back as you caressed the back of his head. 

He flickered his gaze up to you, letting go of your nipple, the string of spit breaking as he kissed up to your neck. His hand grabs your face as he forces you to look down at him, kissing your lips passionately. 

You gasp into the kiss as he flips you two over. You pull away slightly, “Take it off for me.” You whispered into his mouth.

He reaches down and slides off your panties, throwing it to the side of the bed. He takes this time to take off the remaining clothes off himself, chucking it as well. 

You propped yourself on your elbows, mouth watering at the sight of the length of his member. He pumps himself as he hovers over you, “Are you ready, baby?” 

 “Yes.” You whispered as you laid back down. He looks down and aligns himself with your entrance and slowly slides in, making both of you moan at the feeling.

You feel so tight around him while he stretches you out deliciously. 

“Fuck.” He muttered to himself. “You feel so good and we haven’t even started.” 

Your back arches slightly as you gripped the sheets, making your hands into fists. “Slowly, Yunho—Oh!” You said as you feel the painfully, delicious stretch of your pussy. 

Your chest heaves up and down, letting yourself adjust to his size. You inhaled and exhaled deeply as you kept your composure, clenching at just the feeling of him inside you.

When you were ready, you slide your hands up his arms and hold onto his shoulders. “Move, please…” He starts to rock in and out, slowly, feeling all of the curve of his tip and veins.

Little by little he picked up the pace, making you clench your pussy on his length as your hands switched positions and gripped the pillow on either side of your head. “Yes, Yunho! Just like that! Yes, yes, yes.” 

He lets out a loud moan as he goes faster. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He bit his lower lip as he watched your tits bounce, trying to distract himself from busting so fast. 

The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass and your moans were the only noise in the room. “Fuck,” he said as he threw his head back and then looks back down to you. “Ride me baby.” 

You quickly get on top of him and pumped his penis some more before sitting back on it. You grinded on him as you reached behind you and massaged his balls, gently. He let out a pornograhic moan, throwing his head back on the pillow. 

“Fu–uck. If you keep doing that I’m going to fucking cum.” He said in a strained voice. You smiled through your heavy breathing as kept going, bouncing your ass up and down on him.

He grips his hands onto your ass, guiding your movements. He plants his feet onto the bed and thrusts his hips up, matching your pace as you feel your orgasm building up quickly. 

You fall forward to his chest, still bouncing him in a different angle, making him reach deeper into you as you let out whimper. “Y–Yunho, I’m so c–close, ah!”

“Keep bouncing on my dick, baby.” He tells you as he picks up the pace, his nails digging into your ass cheeks as you tug on his hair, lips hovering over his. “Cum with me.”

You moan out loud in agreement. 

He lets go of one ass cheek and smacks it hard, making you clench hard on him. He smacks it once more as he feels it coming in.

You let out a scream as it was approaching and soon—

Both of you came. 

He lets out a moan as he stiffened under you, releasing everything into you. “Yes, baby, cum inside me. Mmm, cum inside me.” You tell him as you ride out both of your highs. 

You collapse onto his chest, both of you catching your breath—processing what just happened. You placed your chin on his chest and closed your eyes, “Wow.” Was all you managed to say, making him laugh, feeling the vibration.

You laid your head on his chest and let out a sigh of comfort as he caressed your head. He zoned out as he stared at the ceiling, feeling his heart racing slightly but for different reasons. 

“There is something I have to tell you.” He said in a whisper.

You opened your eyes and stared at a dark corner of the room. “Mmm.” You hummed to him, in a soothing trance from his caressing touch.

There was a moment of silence.

But then—

“I love you.” 

You froze. 

You then looked up at him. “Wh–What?” You said softly.

“I love you.” He repeated as he tucked some hair behind your ear. Your eyes frantically looked at his chest before you sat up and got off the bed. 

“Hey,” he said gently as he sat up, putting on his boxers. “Hey, it’s okay.”

He grabs you and turns you gently to face him. He knew this was unfamiliar territory for you, so he understood your panic. “You don’t have to say it back to me if you aren’t ready, but I couldn’t go another day without telling you.” 

Your eyes flickered between his, feeling tears welling up. “You… love me? Like actually love me?” You whispered. 

He nods and  cups your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Yes.” He said softly. “But, listen, you don’t have to say anyth—“

“I love you too.” You cut him off.

“So much.” You said as tears fell down your cheek. “I just didn’t know how to—I don’t to mess it up—I have never experienced this and I’m scared—“

“Shh,” he cuts you off as he pulls you into his embrace. “You have me. Forever. I know your heart has been through so much, but I’m here to cherish and love you. I’m here to protect you. Don’t be scared anymore. We got this… together.” 

You nodded at his words. “Together.” You repeated.

—

It was the middle of the morning and you were jolted awake by a consistent vibration. You looked over and saw Yunho passed out with his arm draped over your back and you looked at yourself—sleeping on your stomach and naked. 

Then it registered that you had, indeed, knocked out as well. Your head then snaps to the vibration—your phone. You looked at the phone light up over a missed call. You reached over and squinted your eyes to the brightness only to widen your eyes.

5 missed calls from Jae

15 text messages from Jae. 

Your heart fucking dropped. 

You then saw an incoming call from him once more making you quickly—but carefully— get up from the bed, trying to not disturb Yunho, who only stirred in his sleep. You grabbed your clothes headed to the bathroom, picking up the phone. 

“Hello?” You whispered. 

“Y/N,” Jae’s deep voice rang in a serious tone.

You froze in your steps. 

He stayed quiet for a second.

“Finally!” He slurred, “Why didn’t you pick up my calls or text me back?”

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. You thought you were done for. “Jae, it’s five in the morning.” 

“I miss you.” He ignored your complaint. “All these girls are nothing compared to you, you know that?” He smirks into the phone as he sways slightly near the balcony. 

You put your clothes on, putting the toilet seat down and sitting on it. “What do you want, Jae?” You sighed. 

He chuckled. “Can’t I just talk to my favorite girl?” He tilted his head, “You know… you sound tired. Has it been a long night?” 

You shot your head up to the wall. 

“A long night.”

Does he know? 

No. Right? 

“Work… has just been stressful.” You swallowed as you stood up, feeling too nervous to be still. “Been having trouble sleeping.” 

“Mmm,” he hummed, looking into the sky. “You know that you’re mine, right? Even when you think you aren’t.” 

You let out a scoff, masking the panic in your voice. “You tell me all the time, Jae. Is this what you called me for? At five in the morning?” 

You don’t see it but he smiles. “I just wanted to remind you.” He leans his arms over the railing. “You think that you’re being careful. But I see everything.” 

Your stomach dropped. “What are you trying to say?”

“Tell me something,” he says slowly, “have you been taking care of our partner?” 

Your blood ran cold. “H–Huh? What do you mean?” 

You slowly stand up, feeling the room shrinking.

He lets out a chuckle as he grabs the bottle from the silver tray and takes a swig as he looks off into the distance. “You know, I keep having this dream…” he pauses, ignoring your question, “You in bed with another man…”

You stayed silent, as you turned to the bathroom door—Yunho in the opposite room passed out in the bed. 

“But I know you would never do that to me.” He stumbled back slightly. “At least… not without looking over your shoulder first, right?” 

You felt the room getting hot, the hairs at the back of your neck standing up. 

Your voice came out in a whisper, “I–“ you paused. “I would never do that to you, Jae.” 

He closes his eyes and smiles. “Good.” He then opens his eyes, face turning into something sinister. “Because I’ll fucking kill him.” 

He then hangs up the phone. 

You just felt frozen in your body. 

He’s just drunk. 

He doesn’t know. 

Or does he? How did he find out? You two were careful. You didn’t speak to the girls about it—right? Right. 

Wait—

Fuck, you don’t know. 

With Jae you never know. You never know what his next move is. You don’t know if he was being serious or just being his regular insecure, stupid self.

One thing is certain—

You opened the door, gently and stared at Yunho’s sleeping body. 

You have to leave. 

You cannot risk losing Yunho. 

What you two shared was something beautiful but you would rather die than to have him killed over your actions. 

You start to tear up as you quietly creeped to his side of the bed. “I’m so sorry. Please, don’t hate me.” You whispered to him as you placed a long, tender kiss on his forehead. 

Please forgive me. I don’t think I can explain it to you. Maybe it’s best if you don’t know—for your own safety. Was what you wanted to tell him.

Just when you confided in him that you loved him, you now have to leave him. 

You headed out the room and crept down the stairs, holding onto the wall with every step. You looked around and saw an empty living room. 

You tiptoed to your shoes and slipped them on quickly and quietly grabbing your keys. Your hand slowly turned the knob and scrunched your face when the loud unlock sound resonated through the night. 

Your hand reached for the knob and turned it quietly but then, in that moment—

“Y/N?”  Your heart dropped. “Where are you going?” 

To be Continued.

[starkeymeow]

rafe with siblingpack!pogue!reader . . .

he would hear you say “my brother” a lot.

you’d toss it into conversations like it meant nothing, like “my brother borrowed my charger again” or “my brother said that movie was mid.”

but it was always a different brother. rafe started noticing that.

one night, while driving back from a late-night gas station run, he finally asked, “how many siblings do you actually have?”

you shrugged like it was no big deal. “six. well, technically seven, including me.” and he almost drove off the road.

he didn’t say anything right away. he just filed it away.

six siblings. six people who share your childhood, your last name, your house. six people who have stories he doesn’t know. six chances to screw this up.

later, he joked about it. said stuff like, “you hiding me from your family?”

and you told him straight-faced, “no. i’m hiding them from you.” and he laughed, but deep down he knew you’re not totally kidding.

it wasn’t that he didn’t want to meet them. it’s just, he didn’t want to lose before he even got the chance to prove himself.

the first time he dropped you off at your house, he saw the shadows through the window.

someone was pacing the hallway. someone else was on the porch barefoot, eating cereal out of a mixing bowl. the porch light flickered. music was playing. someone was shouting from upstairs.

you leaned against his truck door, thumb tracing a chip in the paint, and said, “you don’t have to come in.”

and he knew what you mean. not just tonight. but in general.

you don’t have to see all this. you don’t have to see the unfiltered version of me. but he wanted to. it’s just, he wanted to deserve it first.

you thought about bringing him home, yeah. more than once. usually late at night, when he’s driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of your neck like it's instinct. when the roads are empty and he’s looking at you like he’s still trying to figure you out.

he’ll ask little things: what your house is like, why you never bring anyone around, and you always dodge it, joke your way through.

truth is, you didn’t think he’d want to see it.

even if he asked.

but then today happens. you were supposed to run to the gas station and grab milk. you were hungry. he was already with you. cole had texted some passive-aggressive version of ‘get here before someone eats the rest of the pasta’ and the sun was already going down.

so you said, screw it.

and now, here you are.

you don't even need to knock. the door's unlocked, like always. probably wide open all day. you walk in first, and rafe follows, just a step behind, slow, cautious in the way you never really see from him. like he’s entering a space he shouldn’t be allowed in.

the house smells like cheap candles, burnt toast, and whatever jude poured down the sink last night. the tv’s on so loud the floor vibrates. somewhere in the distance, a door slams and someone yells ‘get the hell out of my room’ in a voice you can’t place yet. might be cole, might be a feral animal.

rafe pauses just past the threshold.

“this a bad idea?” he murmurs, voice quiet but right in your ear.

you glance at him, try not to wince. “kind of.”

he huffs a small laugh, but doesn’t press.

you kick your shoes off automatically, sidestepping a pair of muddy cleats that definitely weren’t there this morning. a small blur zips past your legs, barefoot, wearing a black hoodie and something strapped to his head with duct tape. he’s muttering something about ‘operational recon’ as he disappears around the corner.

“rowan’s in mission mode again,” you mutter.

“jesus,” rafe says under his breath, eyebrows raised. “how many are here again?”

you just wave him in further. the living room is barely holding itself together. a pile of laundry sits half-folded on the armchair, and someone’s hoodie is draped over the ceiling fan cord like a noose. jude is sprawled on the floor like a corpse, watching the tv upside down, arms flung wide, one sock on. next to him, kit’s curled into the couch, hoodie zipped all the way up, knees tucked under her chin.

neither of them looks up.

you clear your throat as you step over an open bag of chips someone clearly gave up on.

“kit. jude. maybe try pretending we have manners.”

kit looks up first. her eyes land on rafe and immediately narrow like she’s scanning him for weak points. she’s got that look she always gets when you bring someone new around. mostly bored, mildly suspicious, like this is all taking time away from her personal agenda of doing nothing.

“you brought someone?” she says, raising a brow. “thought you were still in your antisocial era.”

“she is,” jude mutters, not taking his eyes off the screen. “she just wants someone to suffer with her.”

“true love,” kit says flatly. “so romantic.”

rafe glances between the two of them, then back at you. you catch the faint twitch of a smirk, but he doesn’t say anything yet.

“kit, jude,” you start, tilting your head toward him, “this is rafe.”

“cameron?” jude pipes up, finally looking over. “like . . . that cameron?”

“no,” you say. “a different one with the same face, voice, and trust fund.”

rafe gives him a polite nod. “hey.”

kit stares for another beat before her mouth lifts slightly. “ballsy move, bringing tannyhill into this dump.”

“it’s not that bad,” you argue, but even as you say it, a dog barks in the distance and something clatters in the kitchen.

jude shrugs. “i give him ten minutes before he bails.”

“you want a timer?” rafe asks, tone dry.

“ohhh,” jude grins. “he’s got jokes.”

before you can even roll your eyes, another crash comes from the kitchen, followed by the unmistakable voice of cole yelling “i said don’t fucking touch that!” and nadia snapping something right back, sharper, quieter, way more terrifying.

you walk toward the noise and gesture for rafe to follow. he does, weaving past the wreckage of backpacks and tangled shoes by the hall.

in the kitchen, cole’s leaned against the counter in a faded white tee, sipping a beer like it’s the only thing anchoring him to the ground. nadia’s across from him, arms crossed tight, face set like stone. there’s a pot boiling on the stove and something singed on the burner beside it.

cole eyes rafe as soon as you walk in. no hello. no smile. just a squint.

“we picking up strays now?”

“do not,” you warn, pointing a finger. “do not start.”

rafe just lifts a hand. “not a stray. came voluntarily.”

“worse,” cole mutters. “means you’re either stupid or into her.”

“definitely stupid,” nadia adds, dryly, without turning around.

you rub a hand over your face. “rafe, meet cole and nadia. the kitchen trolls.”

“i’m not a troll,” cole says. “i’m the cook.”

nadia turns to rafe with a sigh and a faint smile. “sorry in advance. he’s only here because he ran out of beer at his place.”

“false,” cole says, gesturing with the bottle. “i brought this.”

“that’s expired,” she fires back.

“so’s my patience.”

“anyway,” you cut in before they start again. “we’re just here for a second.”

“sure,” nadia says, though her eyes flick back to rafe. not judgmental. just reading him.

then rowan reappears, making a dramatic dive-roll across the linoleum, blanket cape flapping. he skids into the cabinets, hops up, and shouts, “agent deployed!” before vanishing again.

rafe blinks.

“what the hell?”

“that’s rowan,” you sigh. “he thinks he’s in a war movie.”

“he’s eight,” cole adds helpfully. “don’t feed him. don’t look him in the eye. he’s fine.”

you glance at rafe again, just to check. he doesn’t look freaked out. he looks . . . kind of amused, actually. like he’s genuinely curious about how this turned into your life.

you lean a little closer.

“still wanna be here?”

he shrugs, small smile playing at his lips.

“figured it’d be worse.”

“worse?” you echo.

“yeah,” he says. “like, knives flying. yelling. exorcisms. this is just . . . messy.”

you snort. “give it time.”

but when you look back at him, standing in the middle of the chaos, arms relaxed, not checking the door, you think maybe he can handle it after all. maybe he already is.

a/n: me when i rewatch shameless LOL but yea this wont be a series but maybe ill write headcanons or blurbs here n there with rafe & reader who just has a bunch of siblings in the cut. also yes ik i said 6 siblings and only introduced 5, the 6th is away from home rn !! we’ll get to her another time idk, lmk if u want a brief rundown on ur new fictional siblings maybe

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[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: Cats

Alien: Thanks for inviting me over. Alien: I’ve never been in a human’s home before so this will be- *sees cat sitting on couch* Alien: What is that? Human: That is Fred. *Turns to cat* Human: Say hi Fred. Fred: *MEOW* Alien: I was not aware you had a roommate. Human: What? Human: No, he’s my pet. Alien: You keep a sentient being as a pet? Are you a monster? Human: No; but Fred is. Fred: *MEOW* ----------------------

Alien: *goes to sit down, accidentally steps on fluffy ball* *Cat’s head shoots up* Human: You need to run. Alien: What? Why? Human: You just stepped on Fred’s favorite toy. Alien: So that means I am in danger? Fred: *low growling sound* Human: It’s too late….. --------------------------

*Thirteen stitches later* Alien: How can something so fluffy be so angry!?!?! Human: Domestication probably. Alien: Is that not meant to breed out the violence? Human: Normally yes, but with cats it just condensed it. ------------------------

*Next day* *Door slowly opens* Alien: Is it safe to come in? Human: Let me check. *Picks up Fred and holds him in front of alien* Fred: *Low growling noise* Human: No it is n- Alien: *Slams door shut quickly* ---------------------

*Two days later* Alien: *Sipping drink* Alien: What can I do to win over your furry slave? Human: First off, he is a pet not a slave. Human: And even if that was the situation I technically am Fred’s slave. Alien: *Surprised* You are one of the most advanced species in the galaxy; having mastered space travel and the manipulation of matter itself. Human: And yet I am the one cleaning up his shits. Alien: *Opens mouth to counter, then sips instead when nothing comes to mind* ----------------------

Human: Why does it matter that you want Fred to like you? Human: I thought you hated him? Alien: Were he not an animal I would have sworn a blood oath to destroy him and his family for what he has done to my face. Human: I ask again; why does it matter? Alien: Because for reasons beyond my understanding I feel compelled to have that little death machine love me. Human: Welcome to being a cat owner. ------------------------

*Three days later* *Door slowly opens* Alien: Are you ready? Human: I’ve got Fred. Alien: And you’re sure this will work? Human: Positive. *Alien walks in and Fred starts growling* Human: Get ready; I’m releasing Fred. *Puts Fred down who begins sprinting towards alien* *Alien holds out tiny tube with goop pouring out end* Fred: *MEOW!* *Stops murder sprint and begins sniffing and licking tube enthusiastically* Alien: So you bribe him with food? Human: Works on us humans as well. ------------------

Alien: Do you think I have won him over? *Fred walks up and brushes against Alien* Human: I think you’re good.

Alien: It felt like being embraced by the goddess herself. --------------------

Alien: So besides eating, sleeping, and acts of disproportionate violence; what else do they like to do? Human: Fred loves to play. *Picks up laser pointer and flashes it around room* *Fred’s head shoots up, does the butt wiggle, then lunges at the laser* Alien: What fascinating technology. Human: Yeah; we also use this to guide missiles for air strikes in wars. Alien: Your pet enjoys playing with tools of death? Human: I think that’s one of the reasons he enjoys it so much. ------------------

Alien: *Looks down at shirt* Alien: What is this? Human: Oh yeah, forgot to mention he’s a heavier shedder. Human: Sorry about that. Alien: Do not worry, for I too shed my skin. *Proceeds to peel off skin until raw muscle and bone is left* *Casually tosses aside empty skin suit which Fred walks over to and cuddles in* Human: Thank you for that fresh nightmare material. Alien: *slurring words due to no lips* Yoooou’re welllllcoommme.

[studioeisa]

worship in the bedroom 🍏 joshua x reader.

joshua believes there's no sweeter innocence than some gentle sin. that's why he got his tattoo, isn't it?

★ word count: 952 ★ genre/warnings: suggestive (no real smut), cussing/swearing. joshua has a tattoo, established relationship -ish, references to the bible's creation myth, inspired by hozier's from eden and take me to church. yes, a & i just wanted an excuse to think of christian boy hong jisoo. ★ footnotes: @chugging-antiseptic-dye & i are late to the joshua rib tattoo discourse, but better late than never. this one is for her— the giggle at my funeral, et cetera, et cetera. <3

You hadn’t believed it when you first heard about it. 

Joshua Hong, of all people— a tattoo? 

Unlikely. Impossible.

But now he’s pulling off his shirt, and you can’t even bring yourself to admire his toned abdomen. You’re far too distracted by the very thing you last expected to see on him. Holy shit, you think dazedly. They weren’t crazy. 

Joshua— who had gently shoved you back on to his bed, who had kissed you stupid before starting to undress— notices your dumbstruck expression. 

“Ah,” he says, the word coming out more like a laugh. His tone is edged with mirth as he sinks down onto the mattress, right by your feet. “Oops?” 

Despite your shock, you manage to shoot him a half-hearted glare. It only makes Joshua giggle.

“Forgot to mention it,” he chirps. 

“Yeah,” you mumble, still a bit breathless from his earlier kisses. “No kidding.” 

You know it’s stupid to be so stunned. People get tattoos all the time.

Joshua’s fingers wrap around your ankle. He gives you a gentle shake to snap you out of your thoughts, that infuriating smile still on his face. “Is it really so out of character for me?” 

You could lie. What’s the point, though? He would just clock you, maybe even punish you a little for trying to give him anything but the truth. 

“Just didn’t expect it,” you manage, which is technically true. 

He lets out a thoughtful hum before making his way up his bed. He hovers on top of you, his arms bracing himself on either side of you. By the time he’s done shifting upward, you can see the details of the inked artwork despite the dim light of his bedroom. 

“Better view,” he teases. 

You would probably threaten him with bodily harm if you weren’t so damn distracted. Tentatively, you raise your hand. 

Your fingers brush against the punctured skin. It’s not by any means a new tattoo. The dark ink is already a little faded, and Joshua doesn’t flinch like one might if it were fresh. 

But he does hold his breath. 

Joshua tenses above you, his eyes flicking to your hand. You pause. He shakes his head. 

“S’okay.” All humor is gone from his voice now. In its place— something low, something reverent. “Go ahead.”

With his permission, you begin to trace. 

Your touch ghosts over the delicate tattoo smack dab underneath his heart. It’s a rendition of a known piece of art. Outstretched hands with fingers barely touching. 

“The Creation of Adam,” you finally say. This time, it’s your turn to sound amused. 

Joshua at least looks pleased that you understood the reference. He gives you an affirming ‘mhm’ as he leans down to press a kiss to the side of your jaw.

“Now that,” he says against your skin, his tone matching yours, “is something you’d expect, hm?” 

The quip draws a laugh from you. Your free hand instinctively goes to entangle in his hair and you can feel him preen above you. Still, nothing seems to affect him as much as your absentminded plotting of his inked skin. 

You should let this topic drop, let Joshua take you like he’s probably dying to, but you can’t help the nagging queries. 

“Why here?” you ask, pressing the pads of your fingers a little more firmly against his skin, as if emphasizing his choice of placement. 

His breath stutters. His answer is quiet, muffled by his lips charting more kisses down the column of your neck. “Easy to hide,” he murmurs. “No one has to know.” 

“No one has to know,” you echo. 

You can feel the upward curve of his mouth as he moves over your collarbone. “Except you,” he says, saccharine sweet in his easy flirtation. 

Your eyes flutter close. Give in, your body screams. 

You can’t resist one last jab. 

“Shua.” 

“Mm?” 

You give his hair a gentle tug. He whines a bit, but he gets the message. He tilts his head up so he can meet your gaze. 

“What,” he asks flatly. His supposed annoyance is belied by the warmth in his honeyed eyes. The look of a man who will always indulge you.

“If I asked,” you say softly. “Would you give me your rib?” 

Oh. Oh. That gets him. You can see the way Joshua’s pupils dilate, the way his face flushes. 

And so the story goes— Eve, created from the rib of the first man. 

You, underneath a man who’s a pagan of the good times.

Joshua doesn’t answer at first. Not with words, anyway. 

Instead, he leans down to capture your lips. It’s the type of kiss that robs you of all rationale, and the press of his chest against yours does very little to help your case. You’re reduced to fleeting thoughts, to single words that can barely scratch the surface of what it feels like to be with Joshua. 

Absolution. Heaven. Creation. 

Joshua’s teeth nip at your lower lip as he pulls away to breathe. His next words are spoken right against your mouth, like he can’t bear to part from you for too long. Like a part of him is already a part of you. 

“You are my apple of Eden,” he breathes. “And now I will live with the guilt.” 

So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the man’s ribs and then closed up the place with flesh. Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man... Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame. — Genesis 2:21-25

[microtheory]

If the Nuremberg Laws were Applied…

-Noam Chomsky

Delivered around 1990

If the Nuremberg laws were applied, then every post-war American president would have been hanged. By violation of the Nuremberg laws I mean the same kind of crimes for which people were hanged in Nuremberg. And Nuremberg means Nuremberg and Tokyo. So first of all you’ve got to think back as to what people were hanged for at Nuremberg and Tokyo. And once you think back, the question doesn’t even require a moment’s waste of time. For example, one general at the Tokyo trials, which were the worst, General Yamashita, was hanged on the grounds that troops in the Philippines, which were technically under his command (though it was so late in the war that he had no contact with them — it was the very end of the war and there were some troops running around the Philippines who he had no contact with), had carried out atrocities, so he was hanged. Well, try that one out and you’ve already wiped out everybody.

But getting closer to the sort of core of the Nuremberg-Tokyo tribunals, in Truman’s case at the Tokyo tribunal, there was one authentic, independent Asian justice, an Indian, who was also the one person in the court who had any background in international law [Radhabinod Pal], and he dissented from the whole judgment, dissented from the whole thing. He wrote a very interesting and important dissent, seven hundred pages — you can find it in the Harvard Law Library, that’s where I found it, maybe somewhere else, and it’s interesting reading. He goes through the trial record and shows, I think pretty convincingly, it was pretty farcical. He ends up by saying something like this: if there is any crime in the Pacific theater that compares with the crimes of the Nazis, for which they’re being hanged at Nuremberg, it was the dropping of the two atom bombs. And he says nothing of that sort can be attributed to the present accused. Well, that’s a plausible argument, I think, if you look at the background. Truman proceeded to organize a major counter-insurgency campaign in Greece which killed off about one hundred and sixty thousand people, sixty thousand refugees, another sixty thousand or so people tortured, political system dismantled, right-wing regime. American corporations came in and took it over. I think that’s a crime under Nuremberg.

Well, what about Eisenhower? You could argue over whether his overthrow of the government of Guatemala was a crime. There was a CIA-backed army, which went in under U.S. threats and bombing and so on to undermine that capitalist democracy. I think that’s a crime. The invasion of Lebanon in 1958, I don’t know, you could argue. A lot of people were killed. The overthrow of the government of Iran is another one — through a CIA-backed coup. But Guatemala suffices for Eisenhower and there’s plenty more.

Kennedy is easy. The invasion of Cuba was outright aggression. Eisenhower planned it, incidentally, so he was involved in a conspiracy to invade another country, which we can add to his score. After the invasion of Cuba, Kennedy launched a huge terrorist campaign against Cuba, which was very serious. No joke. Bombardment of industrial installations with killing of plenty of people, bombing hotels, sinking fishing boats, sabotage. Later, under Nixon, it even went as far as poisoning livestock and so on. Big affair. And then came Vietnam; he invaded Vietnam. He invaded South Vietnam in 1962. He sent the U.S. Air Force to start bombing. Okay. We took care of Kennedy.

Johnson is trivial. The Indochina war alone, forget the invasion of the Dominican Republic, was a major war crime.

Nixon the same. Nixon invaded Cambodia. The Nixon-Kissinger bombing of Cambodia in the early ’70’s was not all that different from the Khmer Rouge atrocities, in scale somewhat less, but not much less. Same was true in Laos. I could go on case after case with them, that’s easy.

Ford was only there for a very short time so he didn’t have time for a lot of crimes, but he managed one major one. He supported the Indonesian invasion of East Timor, which was near genocidal. I mean, it makes Saddam Hussein’s invasion of Kuwait look like a tea party. That was supported decisively by the United States, both the diplmatic and the necessary military support came primarily from the United States. This was picked up under Carter.

Carter was the least violent of American presidents but he did things which I think would certainly fall under Nuremberg provisions. As the Indonesian atrocities increased to a level of really near-genocide, the U.S. aid under Carter increased. It reached a peak in 1978 as the atrocities peaked. So we took care of Carter, even forgetting other things.

Reagan. It’s not a question. I mean, the stuff in Central America alone suffices. Support for the Israeli invasion of Lebanon also makes Saddam Hussein look pretty mild in terms of casualties and destruction. That suffices.

Bush. Well, need we talk on? In fact, in the Reagan period there’s even an International Court of Justice decision on what they call the “unlawful use of force” for which Reagan and Bush were condemned. I mean, you could argue about some of these people, but I think you could make a pretty strong case if you look at the Nuremberg decisions, Nuremberg and Tokyo, and you ask what people were condemned for. I think American presidents are well within the range.

Also, bear in mind, people ought to be pretty critical about the Nuremberg principles. I don’t mean to suggest they’re some kind of model of probity or anything. For one thing, they were ex post facto. These were determined to be crimes by the victors after they had won. Now, that already raises questions. In the case of the American presidents, they weren’t ex post facto. Furthermore, you have to ask yourself what was called a “war crime”? How did they decide what was a war crime at Nuremberg and Tokyo? And the answer is pretty simple. and not very pleasant. There was a criterion. Kind of like an operational criterion. If the enemy had done it and couldn’t show that we had done it, then it was a war crime. So like bombing of urban concentrations was not considered a war crime because we had done more of it than the Germans and the Japanese. So that wasn’t a war crime. You want to turn Tokyo into rubble? So much rubble you can’t even drop an atom bomb there because nobody will see anything if you do, which is the real reason they didn’t bomb Tokyo. That’s not a war crime because we did it. Bombing Dresden is not a war crime. We did it. German Admiral Gernetz — when he was brought to trial (he was a submarine commander or something) for sinking merchant vessels or whatever he did — he called as a defense witness American Admiral Nimitz who testified that the U.S. had done pretty much the same thing, so he was off, he didn’t get tried. And in fact if you run through the whole record, it turns out a war crime is any war crime that you can condemn them for but they can’t condemn us for. Well, you know, that raises some questions.

I should say, actually, that this, interestingly, is said pretty openly by the people involved and it’s regarded as a moral position. The chief prosecutor at Nuremberg was Telford Taylor. You know, a decent man. He wrote a book called Nuremberg and Vietnam. And in it he tries to consider whether there are crimes in Vietnam that fall under the Nuremberg principles. Predictably, he says not. But it’s interesting to see how he spells out the Nuremberg principles.

They’re just the way I said. In fact, I’m taking it from him, but he doesn’t regard that as a criticism. He says, well, that’s the way we did it, and should have done it that way. There’s an article on this in The Yale Law Journal [“Review Symposium: War Crimes, the Rule of Force in International Affairs,” The Yale Law Journal, Vol. 80, #7, June 1971] which is reprinted in a book [Chapter 3 of Chomsky’s For Reasons of State (Pantheon, 1973)] if you’re interested.

I think one ought to raise many questions about the Nuremberg tribunal, and especially the Tokyo tribunal. The Tokyo tribunal was in many ways farcical. The people condemned at Tokyo had done things for which plenty of people on the other side could be condemned. Furthermore, just as in the case of Saddam Hussein, many of their worst atrocities the U.S. didn’t care about. Like some of the worst atrocities of the Japanese were in the late ’30s, but the U.S. didn’t especially care about that. What the U.S. cared about was that Japan was moving to close off the China market. That was no good. But not the slaughter of a couple of hundred thousand people or whatever they did in Nanking. That’s not a big deal.

[amazinglyashy]

hello!! can I request fluff reactions of the boys to mc craving something to eat in the middle of the night?

thank youu have a good day 🥰

I'm laughing because you asked this like it would be the most off the cuff situation, when literally every single one of these men canonly have an awful sleep schedule and nighttime habits. Like, there is absolutely nothing weird about this at all except the fact that you're awake when they're awake.

LaDS men when you crave something to eat in the middle of the night -

Zayne -

In all honestly, he was just now getting home from a shift at Akso hospital, so it takes him just a few moments to register why the situation in front of him was abnormal.

He can't help it, he's usually coming home in the early evening, not at three in the morning.

So when he sees you sitting at the counter, snacking on something, he simply sets his stuff down near the door and removes his tie, before coming over to give you a peck on the cheek in greeting.

He's made it halfway to the bathroom, yawning wide and telling himself to get some good sleep tonight- well, technically this morning- wait… morning…? What on earth were you doing up-

He's back in the kitchen in a second, with your eyes flickering back to him in an innocent question, confused as to why he's looking at you so bewildered.

'Why', is the only thing that comes out of his mouth, and when you finally process what he means by that, you can't help but give him a chuckle and a smile, still eating whatever you had gotten from the fridge or cupboard.

"I was hungry."

Not even going to question why you acted on your impulses to eat at three in morning. He'll just sigh, and tell you to make sure you get to bed soon for the sake of your health and mood tomorrow. Gives you one more kiss before heading off to get ready for bed himself.

Sylus -

He's probably just getting up.

So when he starts to rise and notices you lying awake, he's going to be confused, hoping to himself that you didn't have some freakish nightmare, especially not any possibly involving your past experiences with him-

No.

Turns out, you're currently trying to make yourself go back to sleep, despite wanting something warm to eat, but also not wanting to cook.

He's going to find it terribly endearing, letting out a little snicker and making you blush at his reaction, his hand carding through your hair as he leans down over you.

"I think you're forgetting something, kitten. I wake up around this time- meaning, I need to have something for breakfast before working on anything. You do know you can ask the chef to make you something right now, right sweetie?"

He won't say it, but you can tell he's so pleased to be eating with you, even though he knows you'll be heading off to bed right after, it's a nice change of pace for him. He's more than happy to have your company, no matter the odd hour.

Rafayel -

He's finally ready to kick himself into going to bed, but the moment he opens the bedroom door, he runs into you.

At first, he's worried.

Secondly, he's miffed that you got up to come and harrass him into coming to bed again.

Thirdly, he's extra miffed that none of the previous answers are true, but you're actually just hungry.

He's seen the way you snack, he knows you're not just making something up. And he can't exactly let you go back to bed hungry so-

That's how he ended up making a late night dish rather than finally heading to bed.

Any protests to him cooking fell on deaf ears. He's having none of that. He can tell you're still sleepy, and since he hasn't wound down yet, he isn't. So he's more than happy to cook for you.

Definitely wasn't hungry himself, definitely didn't forget to have dinner, no sir-

He'll sit and eat with you, asking if you had any interesting dreams, before making up scenarios that may have occurred involving food monsters and treat fairies.

He's not trying to hear that beautiful sound that is your laugh. Not at all. He's trying even less hard to make the meal last longer, just so that he can spend a little bit more time with you-

Xavier -

He probably saw you on his own way to get a snack, in all honesty.

You two just have to share a look, contemplating the situation, before the both of you begin to grin, realizing what the other is awake doing.

He offers to walk you around the block to the corner shop that's open 24hrs, so that the two of you can get some junk food or spicy microwave noodles to have together.

If you don't want to go anywhere, he'll either go himself or order delivery from somewhere that's open all hours so that you guys don't need to cook. He doesn't want to put out a fire for his attempts this late at night, and you either don't feel like it, or you're not the best at it yourself.

(You're still better than him though.)

Whenever the two of you end up getting your food, you sit together on the couch, legs folded over one another as you tangle together to watch an episode of something you've been binging.

You'll both wake up completely different though- having fallen asleep together on the couch after finishing your food, and ending up snuggled closely, a bundle of warm blankets and pajamas mixed with the relaxing sensation of the other's breathing.

Thank goodness today was the both of your day off...

[ksywoo]

(not so) secret | m.jh

pairing: idol!myung jaehyun x fem!reader pronouns: none used except one use of "noona" towards reader (sorry I had to) word count: 1.3k genre: secret relationship, reader is friends with bnd and secretly dating jaehyun, sappy fluffy lovely sleepy myungjae, bnd is not as oblivious as they think (except woonbaby) warnings: kissing, reader is called noona once, reader spent the night in jaehyuns dorm but nothing explicit is implied or written note: I finally caved. I adore bnd with my whole being and the desire to write for them finally won.

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“Jaehyun!” 

You wake up startled by the sound of Taesan calling for Jaehyun outside his door. He knocks on the door and tries opening it, but Jaehyun had the forethought to lock it last night, not wanting the possibility of the boys seeing you in his room. 

Jaehyun groans and buries his face in your neck, despite you trying to sit up.

“Come on, we’ll be late!” Taesan calls, emphasizing his urgency with more knocking.

“I’m up, I’m up!” Jaehyun called back sleepily, but his eyes were closed as he pulled you into his chest. You could hear Taesan walk away, which eased your worry about being caught. 

You laugh sleepily and look up at your boyfriend. “You need to go, baby.” 

He peeks at you through one eye and pouts. “Why?”

“Because you’re the leader,” you coo.

“I’ll hand over the position to Woonhak, then.” 

“You trust the future of the group in Woonhak’s hands?” 

He looks past you as he thinks before frowning. “Maybe Sungho, just to be safe?” 

You shrug with him but kiss his cheek. “Get up.” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be begging me to stay here?” he asks, pouting his lip before kissing your nose. “You don’t like me enough?” 

“I like you enough to tell you to go to your meeting. I know if I ask you to stay you will never leave,” you tease as he tries getting comfy again. “Come on, Myung. Part of the agreement of me sleeping over was you promised to be on time to your meeting.”  

He hums with a smile as he finally stands up and starts getting ready. You start getting up too but he looks at you, offended. “Where are you going?” 

“Home? I’ll leave after you guys so they don’t see me.” 

“Oh…” he trails off and turns back to getting ready. 

“What did you have in mind?” you sing, grabbing his waist and hugging him from your seat on his bed. 

“I figured… I mean, I’ll only be gone for a few hours,” he starts softly, not looking at you. “You can… stay here if you want? That way you’re here when I get back and, like, we can go back to sleep or just hang out.” 

You don’t answer for a moment, not wanting to shut him down but worried about several things. “What if one of your managers comes over while you’re gone?” 

He shakes his head. “They won’t. Technically today is supposed to be a day off so they promised to leave us all alone once this meeting is over. That means they also are trying to keep the meeting as short as possible.” 

“Hyung!” Taesan calls again, more impatiently.

“One second!” Jaehyun whines back before looking back at you.

You wait to hear Taesan leave again before whispering. “What if there’s no way for me to escape without being seen later?” 

“Taesan and Woonhak are going shopping this afternoon and they would never miss that. It’ll just be us here.”  

“You sure you won’t be in trouble?” 

He nods quickly. “I promise. Even if a manager did come over, they won't go into our rooms so you’ll be fine staying in here.” 

You smile and he mirrors you. “Okay. I’ll stay.” 

He tackles you down on the bed and cheers softly, keeping in mind that his members are still outside. He peppers your face with kisses as you laugh, pushing him off. 

“Come on, you need to leave before Taesan comes back and breaks down your door.”

“I’ll be back before you know it! Sleep well, baby,” he says, kissing you softly before slipping out of his room. 

You curl back up in his blankets, still warm, and easily fall back asleep as you hear them leave the dorm. 

When you wake up a few hours later, you’re thirsty. You look for any texts from Jaehyun warning about returning but only find a cheesy good morning text from him. You press your ear to his door, listening for movement but hear nothing, so you creep out and quickly pour a cup of water. As you’re gulping down the water, you hear the front door chime as someone enters the door code. You panic, scrambling to set the cup down in the sink and book it back to Jaehyun’s room, but you aren’t fast enough. Just as you touch the handle, you hear Woonhak scream. 

“Ah!!!” he yells, followed by several people asking why he’s being so loud. “Noona?!? Wha– Why–?” 

Sungho’s voice joins in and you are hit with the knowledge that not only do Jaehyun’s roommates know you’re here, but the lower dorm does too.

You admit your defeat, turning around slowly to face the six boys who are looking at you with mixed amounts of confusion and realization. 

“Hey…” you wave awkwardly. 

You look at Jaehyun and he’s clearly embarrassed, but also smiling like an idiot at you while covering his face behind Riwoo.

There’s a moment of silence before Leehan bursts out laughing, unable to control himself as he falls to the floor. Sungho tries to scold him with a light kick, but it’s ineffective since he’s also smiling. 

“We decided to all have lunch together today, Yn,” Riwoo announces as he and Jaehyun lift the bags in their hands. “Care to join us?” 

You’re taken aback by their casualness before realizing they must have figured you and Jaehyun out long ago. “Uh…” 

“Wait, why are you here?” Woonhak asks again as the others brush past him. “What’s going on?” 

Okay, maybe all of them but Woonhak. 

“Come on, Woonie, come help me set the table,” Sungho says as he pulls the youngest by the shoulder. 

“What! Why is no one else confused??” 

Everyone disperses, going to help get out dishes or prepare the meal while Jaehyun and Taesan walk towards you. Jaehyun looks apologetic, while Taesan looks like he’s having the best time. 

“Stop making him late,” Taesan orders playfully. “You two are not subtle at all, I knew you were in there making him not want to leave.” 

“I’m the only reason he actually got up today,” you poke back proudly. “You should thank me.”

He shakes his head but is smiling as he walks back to the kitchen. 

Jaehyun stands in front of you with his hands clasped together. “I’m so sorry. I meant to text you when we left but Leehan kept trying to look at my messages and then I got distracted when we started talking about lunch, and I promise I was trying to convince everyone to eat downstairs but they insisted because Sungho didn’t believe it was clean–”

“Because of me,” you added.’

“Well, yeah, because you helped me clean. But now I’m thinking he knew and wanted to catch you over here.”

“Myung, it’s okay,” you promise. “You’re the one who wanted to keep it from them.”

“Only because they have big mouths and will tease me about it.” 

“That would require you to have shame.” 

He pauses for a moment before his face lights up. “Wait, that’s true! What’s there to tease? That I’m hopelessly in love with you?” 

You freeze and he stops when he realizes what he said. “You love me?” you ask, a small smile tugging at your mouth.

He doesn’t hesitate to nod. “Yeah, I do. I love you. You don’t have to–”

“I love you too.” 

“Really?” 

“You think I would help you clean this nasty apartment if I didn’t?” 

He giggles and kisses your cheek. “Yeah, you really gave it away when you started washing the huge pile of dishes. Do you want to stay and have lunch with us? I promise you won’t have to do dishes.” 

“You might not have shame, but I do. We’re going to get teased so bad.” 

“But I ordered your favorite.” 

“Okay, fine,” you agree, kissing him quickly. 

As you pull away, you heard a loud gasp from the kitchen. “WAIT, ARE YOU TWO DATING?”

Leehan giggles and pats the youngest's head. “Woonhak, literally everyone already knew that.”