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99liners · 3 years

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the sniper and her spotter — a. daiki;

pairings: aomine daiki x female reader

genre: so!much!angst, smidge of fluff, angsty messy smut, slow burn.

words: 7.182 (i write too much plot, i am sorry)

warnings: blood and gore (they are yakuza, what do you expect), daiki is a rude asshole, more like a manchild who makes sly jokes to stroke his own ego, they kill some people (unnamed characters), daiki smokes occasionally, sexual tension, angsty sex (hey you can’t back out now, y’all handed me a yakuza!daiki), pussy eating, virgin reader, slow unprotected seggs (bls observe safe sexual practices), missionary position, orgasms (m / f), morning seggs, cowgirl position, ambiguous relationship status.

request: Anonymous asked : Is the askbox open? If yes, may I get mafia!Aomine fall in love with a girl (who's good with gun and martial art) they always bickering every time they met (not to mention the sexual tension have build, because she's hot as hell). One day, their boss make this duo as team to get revenge on someone who've killed Kuroko's(their best friend) father? A little smut if that's okay? Thankss

taglist: @seijoharlot | @carinacassiopeiae |

a/n: i just knew that the reader has to be a sniper because she is the calm person and aomine is the hotheaded egoistic asshole lol. the rest of the plot, i winged it as i wrote.

four years ago:

you were standing by the bookshelf of the sub-group leader akashi, who had summoned you for a briefing on your third assignment with his group. you took out a book from the self, a directory on various kinds of poisons when the door opened shortly to let in the main muscle man of the group; aomine daiki. it was drizzling since morning and your eyes flicked from the navy-haired guy to the pattering sound of the rain outside. you let a sigh, you absolutely hate rainy days.

your father is head of one of the main three clans of the sumiyoshi-kai yakuza family and you had just turned of age which meant that it was time for you to join a sub-group, nepotism does not really work in the yakuza families. akashi’s group was the only one who needed a hitman, so naturally you had no choice but to join their group. it was not like you wanted to join some other group, you had no such preferences. akashi had showed you around the first day to introduce you to the group starting with kise ryota who dealt with mostly the drug related operations, midorima shintaro and kuroko tetsuya the computer experts, i.e., the eyes and ears of the group, kagami taiga handled the day-to-day business and murasakibara atsushi along with aomine daiki were the muscles of the group whereas akashi seijuro was the leader and brains of the group. you filled in the group with the final position of a hitman.

you can fight too, you are trained in two forms of martial arts; taekwondo and krav maga but your specialty comes out when you are aiming at a person through the scope of your sniper from 800 yards away. your skill is like an art, one gentle press of your index finger is enough to take away a life. it is difficult to be a sniper and not have a bit of a God complex.

akashi looked up from the bunch of papers in his hand when daiki walked in, “we got the lead on the shibuya druglord. take y/n and finish the job.”

“why do i need to take a kid with me for an important assignment?” daiki retorted, his figure slacking near his hips, his hands tightly jammed inside his trouser pockets.

“because it’s an important assignment and i don’t want drama this time and i certainly don’t want media up my ass.”

you chuckled as you slid the book back in its place. daiki’s jaw tightened on the offhanded insult in front of a literal junior.

“she will only hold me back.”

you rolled your eyes, “i don’t really need him to come with me, i can get the job done alone,” you turned to akashi finally and stood parallel to daiki.

“i know you can but we need someone on the ground just in case.”

“can’t murasakibara come with me?” you knew better than to make it work with someone who is unwilling to work with you. daiki has always rubbed off the wrong way against you.

“he is gone with kagami. you get each other only, now before the druglord finishes his lunch appointment and goes back into hiding in his bunker, get to work.”

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you were too busy loading your duffle bag in the trunk of the car when daiki came out and got in the driver’s seat, slamming shut the door behind him. it broke you out of your trance and caused you to flinch when the car vibrated from the slam.

daiki noticed how your small figure shook and chuckled loudly, “scaredy cat.”

“asshole,” you mumbled slamming down the trunk too after you were finished and got inside the passenger seat, “what’s your problem mister?”

daiki chose not to reply and ignited the car. annoyed at his callousness you leaned over and pulled out the car keys from the ignition.

“what the fuck is your problem?” daiki turned to you glaring, “did you not hear akashi? we are on the clock.”

“i don’t care, i can’t work with someone who does not have my back.”

“oh get off your high horse princess, i don’t have to be nice to you to have your back,” daiki snatched the keys back from you and started driving, “pull one more stunt and i will throw out of the moving car.”

“you have never even worked with me before, hell you don’t even know. what the fuck are you so rude for?”

daiki only scoffed in reply and you have never wanted to kill someone more but kept quiet for the rest of the ride.

the car came to a stop ten blocks away in a gas station, daiki parked the car close to the exit and stepped out. you fixed the hem of your jeans which hid your hand pistol strapped to your ankle, before stepping out of the car too. not paying a glance to daiki you walked to the other end of the car to retrieve your duffle bag. you opened the trunk and leaned down to get the bag when daiki appeared and picked out the bag before you could.

“what now?” you groaned at him and stepped aside from the car when daiki pushed down the trunk while you were still leaning in.

whenever daiki show you walking with your sniper stashed inside your precious little duffle bag, he always assumed that the bag would be light but in reality it weighed at least 8-9 kgs, considering it contains your sniper, day optical scope and a fully loaded magazine. he won’t admit it but in his eyes, respect for you increased by like point five percent.

“what? just being the chivalrous boyfriend,” daiki smirked as he started walking in the direction of a nearby motel.

“you are not my boyfriend!” you almost screeched as you followed behind him, the very vile thought made you want to puke.

“baby, now that’s hurtful,” daiki feigned a frown wrapping an arm around your waist, “we are just a sweet couple, new to the town, headed to a motel to rest before hitting the road again.”

you hit his chest annoyed, “i will shoot myself before i ever become your girlfriend.”

daiki snorted a laugh, “you won’t have to, i will gladly shoot myself before that happens.”

you kept hitting him, either in the chest or his pecs but his secure hold against your waist never let loose. he was not hurting you nor was he trying anything risque but you just disliked the fact that he was the one who was touching you. to a third person walking on the streets it looked like a couple bickering amongst each other and being endearing.

the neighborhood was a mix between normal citizens and yakuza, the restaurant was not some hotel marriott either, more like a suburban eatery where the druglord was meeting another yakuza to discuss some business.

daiki came to stop in front of the motel, nine blocks from the restaurant.

“go ahead baby, you can go and change, i will get us something to eat till then.”

“ass,” you mumbled snatching the duffle bag from him but before you could away, daiki pulled you back against his chest.

“give a kiss before you go!” he whined in a sappy tone, putting up a show in front of the elderly couple running the small store adjacent to the motel who were staring at you two. anyone would mistake them for a sweet elderly couple but both daiki and you know better to see that they are some yakuza clan’s informants.

to be honest, daiki was behaving like that more to annoy you than allay suspicions.

you stared at him in shock and tried to get away but he kept his cheek extended to you. you felt the gaze of the elderly couple too, daiki was not letting you walk away without the kiss.

“i am so shooting you today,” you spoke through gritted teeth.

“of course baby, shoot me with all your love,” daiki grinned leaning down to your height.

you took a few deep breaths before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“good girl,” daiki smiled, immediately releasing you.

you rushed inside the motel entrance at the speed of flash, at that moment your sniper weighed less than air for you as you ran up the shabby old stairs of the motel to get to the roof.

daiki laughed to himself before heading towards the restaurant.

after calming yourself from the rush of adrenaline, you started setting up the sniper at the edge of the roof, facing the direction of the restaurant. taking out the tripod stand from the duffel bag, you set it up before mounting the sniper on it, your march x day optical scope was already affixed on the barrel. you sat down on your knees, your slender fingers rotated the knob on top of the scope to change the focus of the lens before you leaned down to look in the eye of the sniper again. making sure it was on the window of the restaurant, you put on the intercom kuroko had handed you.

“i am in position.”

“so fast? did you run up?” daiki chuckled, he was about two blocks away from the restaurant.

“shut up,” you replied, watching the restaurant from the eye of the sniper, “the druglord is here. hurry up.”

daiki was going to reply with some stupid joke but on hearing that, he kept quiet and jogged the rest of the way.

you pulled out your hand pistol, loaded it and kept it in front of you for backup.

“fuck i hate the rain,” you mumbled in the intercom when the rain which had stopped for a while restarted.

daiki entered the restaurant patting his clothes off the water droplets, “what are you waiting for? take the shot. he is literally sitting by the window.”

“keep quiet for a minute, the rain changes everything.” you replied pulling away from the eye of the sniper to move your tripod, “the sniper fires at 0.5 minute of arc which is approximately 0.5 inch center to center of the two holes furthest apart, so 5-round group at 100 yards will theoretically fire a 12.5 inch group at 2,500 yards so 0.5 × 2,500/100 = 12.5, but it’s raining which will affect the bullet as it travels downrange to the target bu-”

“what the fuck are you on about?” daiki asked you confused.

you had not realized that you were making the calculations out loud but ignored daiki and continued with making the necessary changes.

daiki kept standing near the counter to place an order for a coffee when he noticed that the drug lord shook hands with his businessmen and stood up.

“shit,” daiki sighed and walked to their table where a waiter was collecting the bill, “hey, shinzou right?” daiki read the name off the name tag of the waiter and kept his hand on his shoulder, his other hand holding the gun in his jacket pocket, his finger on the trigger as he positioned the gun to face the druglord.

after making sure your 5-round group is centered perfectly on the target at 100 yards, you looked into the eye of the sniper and realized you had taken too much time and the druglord was leaving. daiki’s back was directly in front of your field of vision through the window, the druglord standing in front of him taking cash out from his pocket to pay the waiter. you knew daiki could easily kill the target but it was a crowded place, everyone probably already had seen daiki, there was no escape after he would take the shot.

“aomine move,” you kept your finger on the trigger, the scope focused on daiki’s back.

daiki did not reply and kept trying to talk to the waiter, to make it seem that the waiter was his school friend, all the while pointing the nuzzle of his own gun higher up to take a shot at the target’s chest for a clean death.

“aomine i have the shot, fucking move or i am shooting you.”

the next thing daiki heard was the intercom disconnecting, he knew what was coming and instinctively moved about a mere few inches to the side. approximately ten seconds later, the druglord had a bullet right inside his heart, the blood spluttering out all over the floor as he succumbed to his death. chaos ensued in the restaurant as people started running.

daiki just stared at the corpse for a few moments because that could have easily been him before breaking out of his reverie and evacuating the place at once.

after taking the shot, you packed up your sniper back into the duffle bag, strapped the hand pistol to your ankle again and headed downstairs. you took off your jacket, untucked your tank top and let your hair loose from the pony tail because the elderly informant couple clearly heard daiki that you went to the motel to change. you already had to kiss daiki of all the people in this world to not invite suspicions, might as well take all the precautions.

after reaching the ground floor, you casually walked out of the motel and headed back to the car.

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you were leaning back on the hood of the car in the gas station when daiki finally made it back and threw the car keys at you. catching them, you wordlessly went to the trunk and packed your sniper before coming to the front and boarding the car.

“are you seriously going to light that in a gas station?” you asked when you noticed the cigarette held tightly between his lips.

daiki snatched the keys from you and ignited the car to drive out of the gas station. once the car was back on the main road, he reached inside his jacket pocket and brought out his lighter.

you heard the metallic flick of the lighter, “someone’s bitchy,” commenting, you looked out the window.

daiki lit his cigarette and after taking a puff, he turned to you clearly pissed, “maybe you forgot but you almost fucking shot me.”

“and yet, here you are, still breathing,” you sighed, shaking your head.

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two years ago:

it already had been two years since that day and daiki will not let you live it down. he will twist the story to make it seem like you missed the shot and accidentally injured him and whatnot. you don’t think that there is any variation of that story that has not reached back to your ears, nothing could possibly surprise you anymore.

boy were you wrong.

it was kuroko’s father’s 50th birthday, another important clan head and the whole clan was celebrating including you. you were not part of their clan but since you have been working with him since the past two years, inviting you was a no-brainer.

you were sitting by the bar, having a shirley temple* when a random girl came and sat by you, by the looks of it, you concluded she was a hooker. she kept looking back at someone so you followed her gaze till your eyes fell on daiki who noticed you as well and raised his beer bottle to which you gave him a curt nod in return and went back to your drink. the girl beside you noticed that wordless exchange and interrupted your state of solitude.

[*it is a non alcoholic drink cause reader is technically 20 in this scene]

“oh my god, do you know aomine?!” the girl started, her voice going like an octave higher with each word.

you let out a sigh before turning to her with a small smile, “yeah i do, i work with him.”

“ooooh! you must be that sniper who went with him to kill the shibuya druglord. you are his ex, right?”

“i am his what?” you turned towards her, your back now facing the bar. the poker smile never leaving your lips.

“yeah, he said you were his girlfriend at the time and you were so scared about him that you could not take the shot and were shaking on the rooftop alone so aomine had to take the shot himself.”

“oh? i was incapable of taking the shot?!” you almost raised your voice at that and turned your face to daiki this time who was talking to murasakibara.

“yeah and then he said because of his scary look, no one really stopped him when he walked away. like a total boss,” the girl gushed.

your mouth almost fell open at that. seriously? his fragile ego cannot handle the fact that you took the shot instead of him, which you did just so he could walk away easily unharmed but guess you should just have left him to die, or better yet, actually shot him when you had the chance.

while the scenarios played on your mind of you pulling the trigger on daiki, daiki himself appeared in front of you. you almost dropped your drink when your eyes fell on him.

“dude, stop scaring me,” you gulped down your drink and kept the glass back on the bar countertop.

daiki shrugged, “thought you might need someone to bail you out,” he leaned in awfully close to you and whispered into your ear, “she is one chatty cathy.”

you realized he was talking about the girl sitting beside you. keeping a hand on his chest, you pushed him away, “i am fine.”

“come, we will dance,” discarding what you said, daiki got a hold of your hand and easily dragged you to the dance floor where kuroko’s dad was dancing with his mom in the middle of the crowd and some other couples of the clan were dancing around them.

“i am not dancing with you, remember i am a scaredy cat who just starts shaking because i am so worried about you!” you feigned a pout, sarcasm dripping from your words.

daiki let a laugh, his hand that was holding your arm pulled it towards his body and placed your palm on his shoulder.

“well it’s true. i did take the shot,” daiki offered his signature shit-eating grin, his hands smoothly wrapping themselves around your waist.

you had not realized it either but you had stepped closer to his warm body, your hands on his shoulder, “anything else i should know about so i can play along too next time?”

daiki looked up as if he was thinking, “mhm, let’s see... oh we are broken up but you still want me back and won’t leave me alone.”

this was ridiculously self-centered, even for daiki so you could not help but let a laugh at that. daiki joined you.

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over the past two years, other than him making up newer and newer variations of the actual incident, you two have gone from biting at each other’s mere presence to sharing glances at each other. neither of you have ever tried anything but you did not miss the way daiki’s eyes lingered at you. every mission you guys had together, duo or as a group, he would always have your back. sometimes he would even volunteer to be your spotter and guard you while you were busy taking the shot some seven - eight hundred yards away. he is still arrogant, rude and his usual self but there is also a smidge of respect behind his rude words.

on the other hand, daiki has not missed how you look at him, either. in a room full of people, he will always find your eyes at him. if you were just another person, he would have been elated at that, feeding into his inflated ego and maybe even add you to his list of one night stands but you are not just another person.

you are the daughter of one of the top three clan heads’ and daiki would be spitting on his mother’s grave if he fell for you. his dad was one of the top yakuza in kabukicho, his mom was just some civilian he met on a mission. daiki was born out of wedlock which was highly looked down upon among the yakuza. he was labelled a bastard from the day he took his first breath in.

but that was far from the end of his sufferings, when daiki was in his early teen years, his mom was murdered by another yakuza group to get back at his father but at the news of his girlfriend’s death, daiki’s father outright laughed at how she never really meant anything to him so her death contributes to nothing. daiki was a mere fourteen year old boy at the time, he knew his father was lying but the yakuza pride meant more to his dad than his mom’s life. after his mom’s death, no one really cared about him, he was thrown into the underground of the yakuza where he fought his way back to the top. he knows how to fight because if he had not learnt to, he would be dead by now. which is highly in contrast from your life where you were trained from your childhood by an instructor.

when his dad died, the aomine family had no other heir but daiki and boy was that ironic. he had laughed through the entire funeral service. daiki never took help of his ‘aomine’ title and joined akashi’s group which had the least connections with the clan. when kuroko joined their group, he had a hard time to accept him as their own but he came around and he is going through a similar process with you. he is only afraid that he might just fall in love with you.

you came to know about his life one night when kagami gulped down a drink too much and narrated the whole thing to you. after that, you stopped seeing daiki as the self-entitled asshole, you even found yourself understanding his brash attitude towards you.

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the song had turned to a very slow tune, from the jazzy beat to a slow beat, daiki and your movements slow down too. you were the first to lean in, daiki followed but all you could think was that you might hurt him just like his dad might have hurt his mom. the gap between you two was only getting smaller, you were almost breathing in his air, it smelled like the beer he was chugging down earlier, the cigarettes he smoke before arriving at the party but you did not find it repulsive, not even a bit. your hands had slid down from his shoulders to the bulge of his biceps, your fingers caressing the fabric of his full sleeve shirt, the sleeves were folded up to his elbow.

at the moment daiki did not care that he might have fallen for you, he leaned in to kiss you, your lips almost touching but instead of kissing him you leaned into his chest and rested your head against his beating heart. daiki stopped swaying for a second at your actions but respected it and resumed his gentle movements, closing his eyes as he rest his chin on your forehead.

you quietly kept listening to his heartbeat, your face was towards the window side and the lights from the street kept blinding your vision. you closed your eyes to enjoy the moment while it lasted.

the moment did not last till the end of the song as your entire environment went into absolute chaos. there was sound of the window cracking, one moment later, kuroko’s dad was lying into his own blood of blood; dead.

your eyes snapped open when you recognized the familiar sound of a sniper shot. if you had not closed your eyes to enjoy a fleeting moment, you might have seen the reflection from the scope of the sniper, or maybe even the person, or something but you saw nothing. just a woman, splattered over with her husband’s blood, kuroko at his mother’s side trying to get her away to safety, his own composure breaking.

daiki felt the same way as he watched his friend lose his entire world in the matter of a few moments. he stepped away from you, avoided your gaze at all costs and joined kuroko to help the family get to somewhere safe.

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present day:

it has been two years of relentless search for the group responsible for kuroko’s father’s death. you had the bullet retrieved from the body and after recognizing the sniper rifle from which it was fired, midorima and you worked day in and out to procure the list of every person who owned the sniper in this entire country. obviously, normal people do not buy sniper rifles, some people do buy guns for their safety but no civilian buys a sniper rifle, it is illegal to buy one unless you are a military personnel. it took a lot of work, time and patience to gather the list which consisted of every single person who might have bought that particular model of sniper rifle illegally. it took another eight months to go through each name on that list, crossing them off one by one after checking the name out thoroughly to find out any link to kuroko’s family. the group even went on countless number of missions to investigate the names, obviously that only ever added to their existing daily tasks.

finally the day came when a name towards the end of the list showed a very distant but still a connection to kuroko’s family. the name was obviously an alias and was directly linked with the druglord that you had killed four years ago, on your first mission with daiki.

daiki. you wonder how long has it been since you two saw each other. your guilt has made sure that you never shared a room together after that incident, let alone look each other in the eye. even for the missions, you mostly worked with midorima and murasakibara while he was adamant on working alone and at most, would only allow kuroko to join him. he can never say no to kuroko, he really adores the light blue haired boy.

on discovering the link, akashi summoned you, “it’s your mess, take your partner and fix it.”

you know very well what he meant when he said partner but you could not bring yourself to nod, you have no idea how you are going to even talk to daiki, let alone be in a room with him. your eyes flicked to kuroko who was also present in the room, the way he looked at you with so much expectations that you along with daiki could somehow bring him some piece of mind by getting revenge.

“i will not let you down,” you offered kuroko a smile before heading out.

you informed daiki about the new information and he wordlessly packed his guns and stood up from where he was sitting.

the next thing you know, you found yourself in the passenger seat beside him. daiki was busy driving, his hands gripping the steering wheel. he moved his left hand to change the gears when his finger touched your thigh. you were looking out the window and immediately turned to him thinking he wanted to say something to you.

“sorry,” daiki spoke out briskly and the atmosphere turned quiet again.

you kept staring at him, wanting to say something so you could hear his voice again, maybe a little longer this time but you could not bring yourself to say anything and decided against it.

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“looks like akashi only got one room for us,” daiki spoke after getting the room key at the reception of the motel in kyoto.

“i am fine with it,” you dismissed the thought of being alone with him and headed up to the room with the key.

daiki stayed back in the reception area as you went ahead to the room and set up your tripod on the window of the motel, pointed in the direction of the address of the person who had bought the sniper rifle. the motel was, of course, located way too far from where you could take a clean shot but it was close enough for you to spy on them through your scope.

when daiki came to the room, he saw you sitting on a chair behind the sniper rifle, your gaze focused on the sniper eye.

“i talked to the guy in reception, he will have the dinner sent to the room shortly.”

you turned to him and nodded before going back to surveillance.

“you can take a break now, we have found the guy, by tomorrow he will be dead.”

you turned back to him again before getting up, letting your body slack a bit, “your right. that was a long ride, i really need a shower.”

“go ahead,” daiki shrugged letting you space.

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yes it’s cliché that you forgot to bring your clothes in the shower but you did forget to bring them and kept standing by the door of the washroom debating between going out in your towel or asking daiki to hand your clothes but the former would mean you would be literally going out in front of him naked whereas the latter would mean that daiki would have to go through your luggage which contains your undergarments in addition to your clothes, naturally.

you are not scared that he would jump you, far from it because you feel extremely safe with him. you are scared that you would only end up complicating matters more than they already are.

while you kept debating what to do, you heard the bell of the motel room going off. it must be the food daiki had ordered, means he will go to the door to receive it and while he will pay the guy, you can just rush out and grab your clothes and rush back. yes, that can actually work.

when you heard the door opening and daiki thanking the guy, you immediately rushed out but no longer had you touched your luggage, than daiki came back with the food. your hand kept holding the towel to your chest tightly.

ironically, daiki was shirtless too.

daiki had already paid for the food down in the reception. he came to the room and after you went to shower he picked up the sealed water bottle to take a sip but while opening it, he put too much pressure on the body of the bottle so when the cap came off, the water spilled all over him. daiki took off his shirt and let it on the chair to dry. he had meant to put on a fresh shirt but akashi called him and he got busy updating the leader. and then we all know what transpired.

daiki kept the food containers on the coffee table, his eyes never leaving your frozen body. his eyes noted that you were staring at his heavily tattooed chest, particularly on his upper chest.

“it’s my mom’s name,” daiki answered the question which you stopped yourself from asking at least three times.

“such a pretty name,” you let your own limbs relax a bit.

“yeah, she was pretty,” daiki nodded.

you nodded, “i-uh, i know what happened, kagami told me.”

“he got too drunk?” daiki’s serious gaze broke into a smile.

you let out a breathing chuckle, nodding, “yeah, he kept on rambling,” your expressions changed when you looked into his eyes after two long years, “i am sorry for your loss.”

daiki maintained the eye contact and took steps towards you, the first two steps timid, the next couple ones were more hurried as he grabbed your gentle cheeks in the warmth of his rough beaten up hands. the next breath that you took, you exhaled it in his mouth as his lips engulfed yours in a passionate kiss.

you craned your neck upwards to allow him better access into your mouth, he did not have to ask twice for permission to slide his tongue into the hot cavern of your mouth. your hands struggled between holding the towel to your body and touching him, you just really wanted to touch him.

daiki felt your constraint actions and slid down his hands, wrapping them around your balled up ones and slowly helped to un-fist your hands. the towel wrapped around your figure fell down and pooled near your feet. daiki pulled back from the kiss, his eyes not leaving yours for a second as he brought your hands around your neck, his shoulders leaning down so you can clasp your hands around his neck. he wrapped his arms around your waist and tapped at your legs, gesturing you to wrap his legs around his torso so he could pick you up.

you followed his actions blindly and wrapped your legs around his torso, allowing daiki to hold you up. he flicked off all the lights in the room and walked to the bed.

setting you down in the middle of the bed, he got on top of you, situating himself between your legs. you raised your upper body to meet catch his lips back into a deep kiss. your teeth almost clashed against each other from just how eager you both were. he held your jaw, his tongue making its way back into your mouth. the soft wet muscle played with yours, the exchange of saliva and breathless exhales - a given. his forehead rested against yours, his nose resting against yours like a missing puzzle piece while his tongue sucked on yours like there was no tomorrow, like you will leave him the moment he stops, like he won’t see you ever again.

his hand holding your jaw slid down to your collarbones and through the valley of your breasts, the nail grazing against your skin raised every hair on your body. his hand cupped your right breast and squeezed gently causing you to let out a gasp into his mouth, your own hands squeezing his arms.

you pulled away for air, your head resting back on the pillow letting your neck muscles to relax after straining up to keep kissing him.

daiki kissed your neck, his tongue darting out to lick at your skin, he left an invisible trail of saliva down to your breasts. he looked up for a second and noticed that your hooded eyes were trained at him, he held your gaze as his mouth opened and closed against your nipple.

“hm,” you exhaled at that feeling, his wet tongue flicking against your nipple, swirling around the hard nub. his mouth closed tightly against your breast, his lips sucking on it. his free hand doing the same to your left breast with his fingers. his fingers twisted the nub, almost in sync with his mouth. a moan tore out of your neck, your hands at the back of neck, leaving soothing touches.

he pulled back only to continue the same ministrations alternately. you did not know it was possible to get wet from just having your breasts sucked but it certainly was an erogenous feeling that had you rubbing your legs together.

daiki’s hand travelled down to finger you, his skin coming in contact against your bare clit let him know that you were starting to get wet. he pulled away from your breasts and looked at you, “can i?”

you nodded in reply, not missing a beat.

daiki kissed your naval, your hips and travelled down one kiss after another. the further down he went, the more ticklish you felt and you realized it was from the sensitivity.

you held your breath when his face hovered near the pointy nub of your sex. daiki brought his fingers near your entrance only to massage his index finger against your folds. your lubricative juices soon emerged out, glistening on his finger which he used as lubrication before teasing the finger against your entrance.

his finger easily slid in the initial tract before it reached the closed off tight virgin walls. daiki leaned his head down and licked on your outer folds.

you let a whimper at the sudden assault on all your senses, your legs trying to close up but daiki used his free hand to hold them apart. his finger at your entrance kept opening up the tract with every trust, his tongue flicking against your sensitive clit only aiding his finger further in. a few more thrusts and daiki’s finger disappeared inside your folds, rubbing against your walls. your hands got a hold on his hair again and twisted it into fists, tugging at it when he added another finger to the mix. he let his lips wrap against your folds and sucked while his fingers bent at the upper joints and tapped against your upper walls, in sync with his thrusts.

the room was eclipsed with a musky atmosphere, the smell of sex evident in the air, other than the sound of your rugged breathing, it was masked with silence.

“fuck fuck fuck,” you moaned out loud breaking the poetic silence, your fingers tugging at his hair harder when you felt your legs shaking followed by an unexpected orgasm.

your chest heaved down, trying to catch all air while daiki licked at every last drop of your cum. it made you gasp every now and then when his touch overstimulated your bundle of nerves.

finishing up, daiki came up to you, his back stretching, letting his hard on dangle between your legs.

“you sure?” he asked you when he felt your hands wrapping around his length.

you nodded again, not missing a beat, “i want all of you.”

daiki kissed your forehead, his hand removing yours from his length. he pumped his dick against your entrance, every time the tip of his dick touched your folds, you squirmed.

“look at me,” daiki used his free hand to touch your cheek, holding your gaze when you felt that initial intrusion. you did not expect it to hurt as bad as it did. tears pooled up in your eyes causing you to look away.

“no, keep looking at me,” daiki held your cheek, forcing you to keep your eyes at him.

you started exhaling through your mouth, trying pace your breaths.

“i know, i know,” daiki kissed the tears that skipped past your lower eyelids.

his hips coaxed further in, making its way into your innermost walls. his hips angled up and thrust once breaking your hymen effectively.

you let a wince and felt your stomach relaxing, your diaphragm going back to its original place from where you kept it squeezed up in your chest. the hymen break was painful but as he entered the rest of the way, it felt easier. daiki stopped all motions at once when he filled you up.

you kept staring at him, your slightly shaky hands caressed his cheeks when a bead of sweat from his forehead fell on your forehead. you chuckled, using the back of your hand to wipe away the sweat from his forehead. he laughed with you but made sure to not move too much, he was really trying hard to hold back.

“you can move,” you informed him, bringing his face down to your level.

daiki pecked your lips, his upper body caging your upper body in, while his lower body retracted his length only to thrust back in again. his chest connected to yours, he used his dominant hand to get a hold of the headboard, using it as leverage to thrust in deeper.

“ah fuck,” daiki mumbled when your tight walls kept clamping against his invading length.

the feeling of discomfort near your lower pelvis was gone when his thrusts fell into a rhythm, his length getting familiarized with your inner walls, rewriting the same path again and again with each thrust.

it did not take him long to reach his climax, he really wanted to go gentle on you for your first time so even at the near peak of his climax, he made sure to not raise his pace too higher. he did not want to scar you, he did not want to fuck you, he only wanted to make love to you.

reaching his climax, he pulled out at once, his hand pumping his length, giving it the final thrusts till he came undone on your stomach.

both of you froze into your respective positions, trying to catch your breaths. you noticed a tissue box on the nightstand and stretched your hand to grab at it but even the slightest movement caused a wince to escape your lips.

daiki was sitting on his knees, his head held low when he heard you and reached over to bring the tissue box closer.

“let me,” he spoke up pulling out a couple of tissues as he laid down beside you, his head coming to level with yours, his hand lazily cleaning against your stomach while his face gently nuzzled into yours.

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the next day, you woke up around six in the morning. the birds were chirping outside, the sunlight peaking in through small sections of the white blinds. the room was untouched as you guys left it, both your luggage still packed, the food containers sealed and untouched on the coffee table.

your head was resting on daiki’s chest when you heard a grumble echo inside his ribs and daiki’s hand lying by the side of your waist, wrapping around it.

“morning.”

you looked up at him, a smile creeping onto your lips, “morning.”

daiki leaned down and left a kiss on your nose causing you to scrunch up your nose.

you sat up and got on top of him, letting your butt rest against his pelvis. you his hands on either side of him, yours fingers intertwined as you played with them.

“we have a mission to accomplish,” daiki reminded you.

you nodded, “i know. i just need to know something.”

daiki brought your hand to his face to leave a kiss against your knuckles, “mhm?”

“will you be my spotter today?” you asked.

daiki sat up at that, getting a hold of his semi-hard length from around your waist, his other hand moving your body accordingly to help you sit on his length. your breath hitched audibly, it hurt less than last night but that feeling of becoming full was unmistakable. also, you can swear his length got bigger or something because it felt like the tip was reaching all the way up to your cervix. he really was extremely gentle with you last night.

daiki pushed your hair from your face and held your face gently like he was going to sculpt art.

“always,” he mumbled against your lips, his forehead connected to yours, his lips brushing against yours as his hips started thrusting up into your tight walls.

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post script: daiki is like two years older than reader. reader is 22 when they have sex while daiki is 24.

feedback is deeply appreciated.✨

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hanjinstant · 2 years

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bts as types of crushes!

genre: nonidol!bts x reader, namjoon is idol!x reader

warnings: none

maknae line here ! part 2 of the post inspired by @jimipoo ✨

hobi : " the train rider's trail "

imagine this: you've been excited about getting the train down to see one of your friends in the south for almost months. early mornings were not usually your thing but this one had an air of excitement and anticipation wrapped tightly around it. you'd planned an outfit and downloaded a playlist exactly for it. you wheeled your suitcase (you'd be staying for a week!) along the train station floor; the noise was surprisingly loud and the station was surprisingly empty (think bts on performance at grand central empty). so when you got on the train you weren't expecting many other passengers at all. to your surprise there was a fair sprinkling of people in your carriage, none looking as excited as you. stepping onto the train you take a seat to the back of the carriage, your favourite band beyond the solar becoming the soundtrack to the beginning of your 2hr journey. you're distracted suddenly by sudden movement out of the corner of your eye. there's a young man, about your age, dancing along the carriage corridors on his way to the toilet??

you can't help but laugh out loud at the utter joy on the guy's face

like even though he's not facing you, you can see his smile

your laugh was louder than you initially anticipated

he actually heard you

as he stopped and turned around he caught your eye

yes his smile was wider than the circumference of the earth as you imagined

he shot you a wink

a very obvious one

then he went back to his original plan

danced his way to the small toilet cubicle

you go back to your music

but you don't notice he is standing right beside you

he looks one part cheery and one part nervous

he leans in to you and says...

"you have a really attractive laugh"

and you,

for some undecided reason

have summoned the courage somehow to say ...

"you have a really attractive face"

and then he laughs and smiles so so brightly

and you get to know each other through learning each other's food preferences and hobbies

you're both on the same return train, you find out

that becomes your first official date 🤧

namjoon "book by its cover"

studying at the school library had become almost a hobby as your teachers toppled you with more and more exams and tests each day. it's only been two weeks of the first term, for goodness' sake, and you're exhausted. you can't remember the last time you saw more than two hours pass at your own apartment, except for, yk, sleep. and here you are, tuesday evening and on your way to your usual corner with the coffee table to get some assignments done. except today there's someone in your seat, because you can see his feet hanging out the end of the bookshelf that hides your chair from general view. you're a private person, in truth. damn, he must be tall though because that's quite a distance. this was not what you wanted on the worst day of the week, and with a stupid amount of essays to write. in fact, you were pretty mad, because you just assumed that all the library's regulars knew this was your spot and only your spot. hmmph. as you walk around the bookshelf you stop dead in your tracks and literally drop about five things you're holding. you're pretty sure your mouth was open horrendously wide too. the guy sitting in your chair is the face that smiles with those dimples that you'd studied on posters on your wall throughout your entire teenagehood. the leader of the most successful and most well known recording artist of the entire century of the 2000s (so far) was sitting in your chair, of all chairs in the world. just reading peacefully. while you'd just had the absolute greatest shock of your life. he was so entranced in his book that he hadn't noticed you there at all. good, you thought. you have just over 15 seconds to prepare what to say to this man who has meant so much to you since you were about 14: tears, laughter, love, worry and most importantly inspiration all inclusive.

suddenly he looks up and smiles at you

the warmest smile ever

"sorry, am i in your seat?"

"oh no no it's okay really, i can go somewhere else"

he furrows his brow; looks worried

"no it's okay i can move, honestly"

something came over you

maybe you'd just absorbed some of his chill af aura

you said "no it's okay, you don't need to fly to your room, i'm fine, honestly"

an even wider grin appears on namjoon's face as he holds his hand out for you to high five

"YESSS YOU'RE AN ARMYYY"

he looks so genuinely pleased and it makes you melt a little

you two then have a long-ish conversation about books you're both reading and how school is going for you

he really was listening with the most intent, the absolute sweetie

he gives you a hug and he smells like coffee beans and spearmint

you don't get any of your work done but you think meeting your idol is more productive

(i agree)

turns out he has been coming to this library for weeks, just not on the days you did

yes, you have something in common with your idol

and it's so wholesome

you come back and study with him on the days he's here and he helps you and tells you stories about all his adventures around the world

a firm bond is built, definitely.

jin " flight 92 departure "

jin is an airport crush for sure. picture this: you're taking your first solo flight after saving up for it after three months of long days at work. you're going to thailand and the flight is 10+ hours; for sure the longest flight you've been on in your life. it's quite the journey and will probably be a bit of a drag.

after weeks and weeks of waiting, the morning of your flight is here and you've been unable to sleep since you woke up at 2. you're driving to the airport and the roads are eerily empty; understandable since you would never but up this early unless there was something exciting happening. it's an hour and a half drive but it goes by quickly since you're listening to no easy and in life by stray kids. you stop at the airport when you arrive, sit in your car and just breathe for five minutes. this is, after all, quite a big moment in your life. you quickly text your parents (they most likely won't be awake at this time, but it's worth a try) to let them know you've arrived at the airport. then you take a deep breathe, leave you car, lock it and roll your suitcase into the majestic building. not surprisingly, it's busier than the rest of the city; it;s like a bustling, timezoneless hub. you check in, get really nervous going through each of the security checks but you're fine, of course. a coffee at one of the airport cafés calms you nerves and prevents your eyelids from shutting every five seconds. driving does that to you!

soon enough, you're boarding your plane

nervously scanning all the other passenger looking for babies

because a baby on a 10 hour flight is not a vibe

at all

you find your seat quite quickly; luckily it's an aisle seat so you're not shoved awkwardly between a stranger and the side of the plane

your neighbour arrives and sits down next to you

luckily it's a woman who gives you a large smile and introduces herself straight away

you're visibly relived; like anyone, you'd read and heard loads of airport neighbour horror stories.

it's about an hour into the flight and you've just finished the podcast you were listening to and are attempting to make the film screen on the back of the seat in front to work

unfortunately, the nice lady next to you has fallen asleep so she can't help you (arghhh)

you look around at the passengers around you

there's a rather handsome guy in the seat opposite you

he looks friendly enough ...

*you take deep breaths*

"hi, excuse me, can you help me with my tv? i can't get it to play?"

he looks at me with the most gorgeous brown eyes you've seen

"of course!"

he quickly unfastens (is that a word?) his seatbelt and walks the 3cm from his seat to yours

he leans a fairly muscular arm over you

he smells like vanilla

!!!

seokjin fixes it in five seconds flat and flashes a pearly-white smile

you say thank you and he sits back in his seat

he keeps turning round to look at you and you pretend not to notice but he's not very subtle

eventually you take the aircraft safety notice and scribble your name and your number on

that's the beginning of a sky-high romance tale right there

yoongi : "cook up a storm"

imagine this: you're living newly alone after your partner left you to undertake a new job in a city a couple of hours away. (their loss) before, you'd always relied on them to cook your meals as your job required long days and major concentration and after coming back to your shared apartment at about 7pm, the last thing you want to do is stand at a stove forever. now, it was just you. and the taste of takeaway food had become less of a novelty as it became a dinner time staple for almost three continuous weeks. one day, you were eating breakfast and you decided that something simply must be done about this. so on a whim while at the shopping centre in town, you signed up for a culinary course: not a humongous commitment, just a six-week-thing. walking back home thinking quite pleased with yourself, you begin to brainstorm all the new dishes and meals you will be able to make. the first session is next wednesday at 9pm.

soon enough the day rolls around...

you walk to the café wearing a cute little pinafore dress

the sky looks super pretty because the sun is only just setting

we're talking pinks and oranges streaked across the sky like paintstrokes

of course, you have to get a photo!

your phone makes its way out of your pocket and into your hands facing the sky

you're so immersed in your professional photo taking that you barely notice a figure appearing beside you

but you're struck with a disconcertingly familiar smell

you can't reason as to what it is, and it's bugging

then you turn to look at the person that has appeared next to you

"oh my god! min yoongi?"

a familiar gummy smile appears on the man's face next to you

"oh my god, y/n?!" he pretends to be shocked

he's teasing you

how like him

it's been five years or so since you last saw him

(he's one of your brother's best friends and they used to hang out a lot)

he looks so mature, grown up and comfortable in himself: it's attractive

you laugh and you two share a hug

yes it is him that smells like mint and expensive red wine

you initiate, "what are you doing back in town?"

"i came to visit y/b/n for a couple days because we haven't seen each other in a whileee"

"oh cool! any other plans while you're here?" you ask, very obviously subtly trying to inhale as much of the mint scent as possible

"yeah, i'm doing this cooking course because my mum still thinks i can't cook"

no way !

he's doing the same course as you : what a coincedence

you decide there and then that you'll have to be chef partners

you'd missed his company too so it would be a good chance to absorb his sense of humour again

#bts fic #bts #bts reactions #bts masterlist #bts headcanons #bts x reader #bts hyung line #namjoon #hobi #yoongi #seokjin #ptd on stage #we are bulletproof #bts comeback!! 10/06 i am ECSTATIC

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slumber party | pjm

⤑ series: less of you

⤑ pairing: fratboy!jimin x dancer!reader

⤑ genre: angst !! a lil bit of smut.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 10.1K // unedited bc im tired .

⤑ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, slight dry humping, making out at a party, slight exhibitionism kink if you squint, jimin like bites her once i think, handjob, spit, cum licking, jimin sleeps with his hand in her pants to keep warm.

⤑ chapter song: dark side of the moon // lil wayne ft. nicki minaj

⤑ A/N: idk what it is, but i can’t shut up when it comes to loy!jimin // also very important to note that jimin did not invite miju to the slumber party in hopes she’d bring yn ., it was yoongi who asked jimin if he would invite miju . okay!! without any more chit chat e n j o y !! and let me know what you think x

Taehyung is the one to answer the front door moments after Miju excitedly rocked her knuckles against the wood. A furry pooch clutched to his side, decked out in an authentic-looking Hugh Hefner robe complete with the black slippers. Seoyeon is right behind him, slender arms wrapped around his torso as she pouts for his attention.

He pays her no mind, pushing a boxy grin onto his face as he stares between you and your best friend. “Miju! You look great,” She does, so you understand the blatant why he checks her out as the two of you move to enter the house.

Of course, Miju wanted to go all out for tonight. Totally convinced that this night would change everything for her and Jimin. That there was no way he wouldn't fall for her with her after the night of warm closeness and scary movies. No doubt, he'd be inviting her to spend the night in his room... some signature thing that always seemed to happen at these lingerie parties.

You had decided to call it what it was. Branded as a huge slumber party, where everyone could sit around and watch movies, eat snacks, and relax – but you weren't an idiot. Nobody was going to pay attention to the flicks on the screen and there was no way anyone would relax. Not with dozens upon dozens of college girls prancing around in their nighties.

It took all of your efforts... and energy, to convince Miju that buying an all lace negligee was definitely not the way to approach this situation. Words slightly fueled by the bit of fear that Jimin might actually like the way she looked in the thin fabric, instantly pushing the thought to the back of your mind. It was for her own good, not jealousy that you were steering her away from the lingerie aisle.

After quite a bit of debate (multiple interruptions of random messages lighting up your phone from Jimin), she was deciding on a set the both of you could agree on. Excitement clouding her features as she held up the matching pair, insisting that you bought it so you could be twins. You were agreeing, no hesitation needed. Not even bothering to actually look at the thing, just ready to make her as happy as possible. That was the guilt gnawing at your chest.

Which was exactly why you were back in this sleazy living room, freezing your ass off (literally) once again. Despite the set being made completely of velvet, the shorts were so incredibly short that you wondered if maybe you had picked up the wrong size – cropped tank allowing a chill on your midriff.

You could already feel the stares from the guys sprawled around the room, granted to both you and your best friend. Miju, though, acted as if she didn't notice... reaching back to find your hand – she's gently tugging you forward.

“Jimin said to meet him in the den,” Ignoring the way your heart drops at the mention of his name, you just nod. Following behind her, all while reminding yourself that seeing him wasn't going to change anything. That you could easily stick to your guns, no matter how many times he flashed that pretty crooked smile.

The fact that he and his little friends felt the need to seclude themselves... when the party they were hosting wasn't even all that big, had you rolling your eyes. Just from a quick glance, there were no more than ten people in their living room – half of which you were sure lived there, or spent so much time around that they knew where everything was.

Despite it not being real crowded... or loud out in the living room, Taehyung was the only one sat mingling with the group of guests. And you had a feeling that it had a lot to do with the fact Seoyeon didn't want to ditch her friends to sneak into his room just yet.

Just like Miju had said, Jimin was in the den along with Yoongi and Joon. A pretty girl with long dyed red hair sat upon Joon's lap, fingers raking through his hair. She had definitely gotten the lingerie memo, see-through lace covering her 'valued' bits, a lace robe draped over her shoulders.

Yoongi laid sideways on the armchair, scrolling through his phone with a bag of chips on his stomach. You watch the crumbs tumble from the bag and onto the floor as he lifts his body to a seated position, smiling eyes meeting Miju. “You made it,” Jimin's eyes shift behind him, nosily peaking to see who Yoongi was speaking with.

The grin that takes over his features has liquid fire instantly cruising through your veins, cheeks darkening as you easily place the look he's pining you with as the same look he gave you with his head between your legs. Jimin's standing, pushing a hand through his dark locks despite them already being swept back.

He looks good, annoyingly so. Hair carefully styled to reveal his dark eyebrows and oddly attractive forehead. A pair of wide-rimmed circular glasses perched at the tip of his nose. You can't help but notice how perfectly the black and white pinstripe robe outlines his lean body, it's left open to reveal the white t-shirt he wears underneath, the black sweats hanging off his hips.

Those hips... you remember how they felt pressed against yours. Legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tight against you. He had been so hard against your pussy, could feel every ridge and curve of his length. A shame that you didn't get to feel him stretch you out, cum around his thick cock. Yet, you don't think you'd trade the feeling of those fingers for anything. He definitely knew what he was doing in that department.

It takes a moment for you to realize that you're staring and Jimin is glancing at you, curiosity riddling his features. Had he just said something? Were you really that zoned out that you didn't hear him talking directly to you... standing right in your face? Was this what you've really become? How disgusting.

“What?”

A smirk plays on his lips, ignoring the obvious attitude on your tongue. Jimin's eyebrow arches, eyes slowly trailing over the curves of your body, the image of what you looked like underneath him, screaming his name... is instantly clouding his thoughts. “I didn't say a thing,” He speaks slowly, eyes taking their time to find your face again.

“Quit staring at me,” You mumble as you move to pass him, following the path Miju had but instead of taking the seat on the too small seat beside Yoongi, you're plopping down beside Joon and his girl for the evening.

Instantly, she's pulling her face from the crook of his neck. Lipstick smeared as she shoots you a squinted eyed glare. Warning in her eyes, feeling as if you had gotten too close to what she had claimed as hers. You're lifting your hands in mock defense, “Not interested,” She rolls her heavily shadowed eyes, before burying her face again.

Joon is turning to look at you the best he can with his human-sized leech, arm extended offering of a knuckle tap. You knock your fingers against his slightly, “Didn't think I'd ever see you again, what's up?”

Simply shrugging your shoulders, you decide that's response enough. Convinced that Jimin had informed his entire friend circle of what took place in his bedroom. Although, he didn't seem like the type... at least, not with you. But a guy was a guy, no matter how you sliced it.

“You want to choose the movie, Miju?” Jimin's offering up just as Taehyung comes tumbling into the room. Seoyeon two steps behind him, arms linked with two girls that you could only assume were apart of her 'clique'. Hoonie is behind them, fingers toying with the ends of one of the girl's ponytail.

Miju nods at Jimin's words, hopping up instantly to follow him to the array of movies that he had assorted on a bookshelf. It's hard not to stare as the two of them talk quietly in front of the shelf, searching through the names and laughing while they quote bits from movies they've both seen.

Not even standing there for more than seven minutes... you definitely did not count, but you see it all. Can't take your eyes off of them as she laughs at whatever funny thing he's saying, leaning into him as she speaks – batting her eyelashes up at him. He's smiling so brightly down at her, genuine. And you feel sick to the stomach, hate the feeling as soon as you recognize it. But you can't get yourself to look away, even though you feel Taehyung watching you watching them from the spot he chose on the floor, you can't get yourself to look away.

They're coming back with the movie picked hanging from the tips of Miju's manicured fingers. She's moving to pop it into the DVD player as Jimin goes to turn off the lights. It's Zombieland, a movie that you know for a fact Miju hated the first time you saw it together. She's still all smiley as she takes her place beside Yoongi on the couch.

You're so focused on them and the way he seems to curl inside of himself with her so close, yet, at the same time attempt to move closer to her without it being obvious. So focused that you don't notice Taehyung lifting from the floor and taking Jimin's original spot, Seoyeon in his lap.

Don't notice Jimin make a beeline to the vacant spot beside you on the couch, not until there's warmth against your thigh and you're being engulfed with the strong scent of cinnamon.

It's not until halfway through the movie do you notice the shift... in everyone that's littered around the too small den. Hoonie's got his hand around the ponytail girl's shoulders, tips of his fingers tracing the lace at the top of her bra while the other girl tries to scoot closer, feigning for attention.

Seoyeon's head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut as Tae draws intricate patterns on the warm skin of her neck with his tongue. A large hand gripped on her bottom, holding her still on his lap – which is absolutely useless because the girl is squirming.

Joon and that girl have been on the verge of fucking since before you even entered the room, so it's no wonder that she has her hand down the front of his pants. She's trying to be discreet, but he doesn't hide the groans that fall from his lips. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was practicing for a porno with how loud he was being.

There's a nervous tap of Yoongi's foot, his fingers twitching at his sides as he tries his hardest to keep his focus on the movie. Only half listening to the commentary coming from Miju beside him, who seems oblivious to the beginning stages of a parted orgy happening all around her.

It's Jimin who strikes your interest the most... yes for obvious reasons, but also for how quiet he has been since he sat next to you. Long legs crossed under his butt, eyes trained on the giant TV upfront, not a single glance sent in your direction. Not once. Not even a little sneaky one paired with that annoying smirk.

You can't help but wonder... wish that you could peak into his mind. A quick glance at his thoughts... were you in them?

All of a sudden he's standing, adjusting the robe on his body. He's making his way to the door without a word. Miju's eyes flicker to the movement, watching him walk out and you can't help the silent prayer that she doesn't follow after him. She doesn't, just brings her stare back to the screen.

You give it a good five minutes before you're standing from your spot, convincing yourself you're only leaving in search of something to drink. It's exactly what you mumble to Joon (who couldn't care less, to be completely honest) as you move to exit the room. The kitchen is just across from the den and that's exactly where you're heading... to get some water... but then you're eyes are catching the movement to your right.

Of course, it's Jimin. He's exiting the bathroom, drying the palms of his hands on his dark bottoms. Pining you with a wide-eyed expression that's slowly morphing into a smirk and waking up your heart. With a drag of his tongue on his plump lower lip, he's shifting his weight onto one foot. “You followed me?” He's assuming, ever so cocky and annoying.

Instantly, you're rolling your eyes, scoffing at his words before moving to walk ahead of him. “I just came to get a drink.” He's hot on your tail, so close that you can feel the warmth of his body against your chilled skin.

“There's drinks in there. Snacks too.” He's pointing out with a grin, which you ignore completely; entering the rest of the way into the kitchen. The party has picked up since you first arrived, very different from what was going on in the quiet lust ridden den. There's music playing out here, people drinking, laughing loudly amongst each other. All in pajamas.

Now you're understanding their desire to seclude themselves from the rest of the party. Obviously, it was just a thing that they did. Branded as a fun time where you could party in your pajamas, but the inner circle? The people inside of that den right now about to give a new meaning to pillow fight, yeah – that's what this party was really for.

Is that why he had invited Miju? Wanted to have her a part of his little inner circle? But you had come along and ruined his plans. Was that why he wasn't talking to you before in there? Pissed off that you showed up?

“I didn't get a chance to tell you how pretty you look in your pajamas,” His voice is soft even though he's standing right behind you. Eyes scanning over the various drinks that are displayed on the table, looking for something... anything nonalcoholic. Just barely registering his words, you nod your head. “They're the same as Miju's.” You point out, smiling triumphantly to yourself when you locate a water bottle hidden in the far back.

“I noticed. The two of you are really best friends, huh?” He's closer than you think when you turn around. Body instantly caged between his and the counter. Time seems to freeze as your eyes catch his wide ones, water bottle clutched in your palms as you stare at him. Butterflies waking up in your stomach as he stares right back, dark eyes searching your features.

You're forcing yourself to shake it off, straightening your back and clearing your throat. That just there? That was nothing. Not a moment. Not a discovery. Nothing. Feigning nonchalance, you're answering his question.

“Yeah, since we were six. Which is why-” Ready to reject him again. Knowing all too well what that look in his eye meant. Too familiar with the heat pooling between your legs, just from being this close to him; just from him looking at you like he was literally holding back from devouring you right here against the counter.

He's interrupting you before you can finish your sentence, though. “I know,” Rolling those pretty eyes of his and you don't miss the annoyance in his tone. “...we can't, but I want to.” A slight whine mixed in his tone, his head lowering slightly while his body moves closer against yours.

He hasn't touched you yet, despite how much you want him to. Just entered your space until he was clouding your senses. Knew exactly what he was doing, because you couldn't think when he was this close, teeth worrying his plump lower lip and you want nothing more to replace them with your own.

“Push me away,” Jimin's whispering now, faces mere inches apart that there's no reason for him to speak any louder. It's a gruff tone that has your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing. He waits, giving you a moment to think it over – figure out your next move. But you don't move, you stare at him – waiting for him, challenging him.

A smirk spreads across his lips, caught only for a minute before he's closing the rest of the space between you, molding his lips onto yours. The desperate groan that falls from his mouth is urging you on, hand wet with condensation, you're lifting it to place at the back of his neck – pulling him closer to you.

Faintly, you remember his words from the other night. How he let slip that he could kiss you all night. Right now, at this moment, you found yourself agreeing with him. Not seeing yourself getting enough of the feeling that enveloped your body just from having his lips on yours.

His thick tongue is pushing its way past your lips, fingers gripped against the counter while he moves his body toward you. Even through the layers, your body is still reacting to having his chest pressed against yours. Nipples pebbling underneath the velvety fabric. And all you can think is you want more. Every last thought falling from your head as you drop the bottle onto the floor, fingers curling into the waistband of his sweats to pull his hips against yours.

“Mmh, you eager baby?” The words are mumbled against your lips, a giggle leaving your lips with a nod of your head. Hand on his neck pulling him closer, you kiss him again rougher this time. Needier. Jimin is thrusting his hips forward and you feel his half hard cock press against your thigh.

“What do you want?” His hands are dropping to your hips, easily lifting your body onto the counter. Bottles and cups clatter onto their sides, but he pays them no mind; simply moving to stand between your legs.

It's mindless, the way your legs wrap around his hips so you're able to pull him close. Fingers knitted in his hair and head drawn back to give his plump lips as much room as they need to roam your heated skin. “You want me to fuck you? Right here on the counter where anyone can walk in?” He's biting into your skin, pulling a breathy gasp from your lips. His words are getting to you, your imagination running wild with the picture he paints.

Hips rolling up into yours, you're not hesitating with meeting his thrust. It feels so good that you don't bother to mask your moans either, instead allow your hips to take on a mind of their own. Thighs tightening around his hips in an attempt to feel more of him.

“You want me to? You're so fucking dirty...” He's panting, trying to keep it together – but it's hard with the way you look right now. Uninhibited, needy just for him. Nipples creating peaks against the soft fabric, it takes all his willpower not to lean down and wrap his lips around them. He's just about to let go and do it when he's catching the crack of the door behind you.

Jimin's quick with the way he slides your body from the counter, gently pushing you toward the fridge as he busies himself with picking up the bottles you had knocked over. A 'what the fuck' is on the tip of your tongue, but you're words are being cut by the sound of the voice.

“Minmin? Are you not watching the movie anymore?” It's Miju, naturally pouty lips directed at Jimin. Your eyes are wide, discreetly trying to adjust your shorts that seemed to have ridden up. Heart beating a mile a minute and cheeks flushed, you're glad she's all the way on the other side of the room. And paying like zero attention to you.

Jimin's head bobs at her words, reaching for a farther bottle that was moments from rolling off the table and shattering. “Yeah. I just went to the bathroom and wanted to clean up a bit.” She's nodding her head, tilting to the side and finally noticing you. Her brows furrow slightly. “You left too?”

Back straightening, you're clearing your throat. An arm wrapping around your chest to cover your pert nipples as you push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah, I... uh, I came out for some water.”

“Oh! There's drinks in there, you know? Minmin set them all up,” She's looking up at him with glowing eyes, and he smiles at her compliment. “Not cold ones,” He's pointing out and you're nodding, in agreement.

“Yeah... I wanted cold water,”

Miju is nodding, no longer interested in the topic. “Okay. Well, hurry! It's almost finished,” Your nod matches Jimin's and she's smiling wide before turning and heading back into the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

Jimin is turning to you the moment she's out of earshot, apologetic eyes searching the stoic features of your face. “I'm so sorry, Yn. I shouldn't have-,” You're stopping him with a shake of your head, lips tucked into your mouth. Leaning down, you pick out the dropped bottle, not sparing him a glance as you pass him to join the loud party.

Should've done this in the first place, you needed to keep your distance. It was too hard to control yourself around him and you were only making things worse thinking that you could. It'd be easy, just stay away... erase all thoughts of him. Keep yourself from replaying the way he kissed you, touched you, talked to you. How he seemed to know exactly what you liked.

Forget how your stupid heart never seemed to shut up when he was close, those simpleminded butterflies flapping their stupid wings every time he smiled at you. You could just shake all of that off.

It would be easy.

The rest of the night is spent like that. Careful to keep your distance, instead halfheartedly mingling with the crowd of party-goers. Mainly sticking to the familiar faces from around campus, who grin with an offer alcoholic beverages and a step closer to wiping your mind of all things Jimin.

It's not long before you start to feel good, the sway in your steps becoming natural as the people around you become funnier. More interesting. Entertaining. Conversation coming easily as you delve deeper into the lives of your nameless classmates. Convinced you could keep up with this until you were feeling tired enough to crash. Before you knew it, it would be the next morning and you could pack it up and go home scratch free.

That was what you thought. What you hoped. Didn't take into account that the crowd would dwindle down as the night went on. And you definitely didn't expect the 'inner circle' to emerge from the den at all until morning. But as the living room started to slowly clear out, they began to appear one by one.

Hoonie is first, the girl that had been trying to get his attention tucked underneath his arm as he leads her upstairs. The shorts he wears sag low and you wonder if that was something that happened during the movie. A large hand placed on her bare ass used as an excuse to guide her into his room.

You sit on the couch, nursing your third fill of spike pink lemonade staring at the door. Silently hoping that Jimin doesn't come out, that he's fallen asleep sometime in the two and a half hours that you were out of there. Or if he does come out, he's coming out with Miju on his arm – ready to spend the night with her and you'd have no choice but to deal with it.

Yoongi is leaving the room twenty minutes after Hoonie wearing his signature annoyed expression. Hands shoved deep into the pockets of his sweatpants, he doesn't spare you a glance (you're not even sure he knows you're sitting right there) as he makes his way up the steps and into his room, pushing the door closed.

Then it's Taehyung ten minutes after that. Seoyeon wrapped around him like a koala, head buried in his neck. He doesn't head to his room as you expect, instead, he's making a beeline to the kitchen, setting her down on the counter. The same counter Jimin had you on, ready to 'fuck you where anyone can walk in'. They giggled amongst each other, sharing quiet words as he fixes drinks for both of them. Drinks you're sure they don't need what with the drunk in love expression written all over that girl's face.

Miju is exiting with the Ponytail Girl, her eyes finding you instantly. She smiles big, lifting both of her hands to wave as they make their way over. “This was where you were? How come you didn't come back in?” She's plopping beside you on the couch, tugging her new friend to sit down beside her.

“I saw some friends from class, figured I'd chat for a bit,” You lie. Miju is laughing at your words, head tilting to the side slightly. “You hate chatting. And as far as I know, everyone in your classes,” She eyes you suspiciously, big eyes searching your features for any sign of abnormality. You keep your expression stoic, silent prayers sent that she doesn't pick up on your inner turmoil.

But then, she gives up. Deciding it's easier to just ask rather than try to read you herself. “You're not mad, right? That I dragged you along tonight.” With a shake of your head, you're pushing a bright smile onto your face.

“No, not at all. I had a good time,” She smiles wide at your words, hopping up from the couch and pulling Ponytail up. “This is Yuri, by the way. They're setting up tents outside and she invited me to share, you want to come?” Huh, so that's where everyone was heading.

You couldn't help but admire how well these boys seemed to pay attention to detail. To host a giant slumber party and not want dozens of drunk half adults sprawled around your house, simply have tents ready to be set up so they can all crash there. If Miju was heading out to the tents, though... did that mean nothing happened with Jimin?

“I'll catch up. Gonna finish my drink and enjoy the music.” Miju nods happily, linking arms with Yuri before the both of them are basically skipping out back. You want to wonder about Jimin, ready to try and figure out why nothing happened between him Miju but your thoughts are quickly interrupted by a deep voice.

“You're not coming in?” It's Taehyung. Holding two cups in his hand, eyes following Seoyeon as she makes her way back into the den. Brow furrowing and head tilting to the side, you're sure you look like the epitome of confusion. He's rolling his dark eyes at you, blowing out a thick huff of air. “Joon's girl passed out. So it's just me, him, Min and Yeonie. You're just gonna sit there all night?”

He waits a good two seconds before his patience is snapping, shifting the cups so he's holding them by the top between the long fingers of his right hand. Taehyung reaches for your wrist in his now free hand, lifting you from the couch and pulling you toward the den. “You're one of the cool kids now, act like it.” He's quoting a song... or a movie, you can't quite place it but you're sure you've heard those words before.

Jimin is scowling at his phone when you enter, thumb tapping rhythmically against the screen. He's sat cross legged on the couch beside the passed out redhead, Joonie on the other side of her annoyance creasing his brow. Taehyung is dropping your hand to slip into the vacant space beside Seoyeon, lifting her onto his lap after handing her the drink.

There's a twitch in Jimin's brow, it's subtle but you see it. His eyes lifting from the screen to find you. Those plump lips of his spreading into a soft smile at the sight of you. The scowl disappearing from his features and you can't help but wonder if he had missed you in the few hours that you were away.

But, you're instantly pushing the thought from your head – complete with an actual shake of the head. Can't think like that, not when Miju was so hopeful when it came to him. Not interested in being a shitty friend and the more time you spent around him, the shitter he got. So despite, being pulled in the room and the heart pattering feeling you got from the way he looked at you, you're passing him. Walking all the way to the sliding doors that lead to the balcony, prepared to just spend time out here until you were tired enough to go find Miju.

It's colder than you expect, your bare arms and legs taking a big hit. But it's bearable. You can see the moon perfectly from where you stand, full and bright. Illuminating the figures of the people just below with their tents. You can faintly hear their laughter, conversations mixed it sounds like constant chatter.

How fun it would be to share a tent with Miju without this guilt gnawing in your chest. No doubt, she'd make a fuss about having to sleep on the grass – completely disregarding the sleeping bag as a suitable barrier. Freak out about the loud noises that she would be so certain was a bear. She was always funny like that, prepared for impending doom but unequipped to do anything about it.

It would've been fun.

No matter how hard you tried, it was hard to act normal around her since that night. As if you knew you had wronged her and felt you didn't deserve to be in on her friendship after that betrayal. She acted the same around you, though, hardly noticing your shift... you weren't sure if that made things better or worse.

You're not sure how much time passes with you just standing out there, sipping your drink. Ignoring the chill that runs down your spine with every gust of wind. Concentration on the shining moon above as you let your mind wander. Not fighting it when you begin to wonder what it would be like if you had met Jimin first. You'll just blame it on the alcohol muddling your thoughts later.

Suddenly, your senses are being clouded with silky warm cinnamon. There's a bump against your shoulder, “Namjoon won't shut up about how tight your ass looks in those shorts,” Jimin grumbles. He had taken his robe off to drape over your shoulders. He doesn't even look real in the light of the moon, as if you had conjured him with your thoughts.

Skin glowing, despite how annoyed he looked. Lips looking as soft and plush as ever, even if he insisted on keeping them pursed in his angry little pout. His eyes sparkled a hint of fire mixed in his stare. Overwhelmed with the need to tease him, a smirk is playing on your lips.

“Oh yeah? Why don't you tell him to come do something about it, then.” Hands tugging the robe tighter around your body, you watch as his scowl deepens. “Don't upset me,” He grumbles, all but growling and you don't even bother to stop the laugh that falls from your lips.

Jimin looks away at you, squinted eyes glaring at the moon above. He's leaning against the railing close enough that you're shoulders touch, but he pays you no mind. “I'm not interested in Namjoon,” You speak, even though it's none of his business. Unsure why you share that piece of information considering you owed him zero explanation.

His gaze slowly shifts to you but you don't look at him, convinced that you don't care how he reacts to your words. Instead, you continue to watch the moon. The two of you stand there or a while, shoulder to shoulder, both staring but for different reasons... with different feelings.

His robe is warm around you, a welcome feeling because you were sure your thighs were about to turn blue from the cold. It smells like him too, cinnamon. It takes all of your willpower not to lean down and inhale the damn thing. God, you really needed to get a grip when it came to this guy.

“You like it?” His words catch you off guard, wide eyes finding him. Had he heard you? Well, of course not you weren't speaking out loud... right? Could he read your mind? Did he know that you were creepily trying to figure out ways to sneak sniffs of his robe without him realizing?

“Like what?” You ask carefully. His lips lift into a full teeth grin, his gaze shifting from you to the sky. “The moon.” Jimin leans into you as he points and you know he does it as an excuse to touch you. You don't mind it. “You've been staring at it for a while...”

Relaxing, you nod your head. A small smile spreading across your lips, head lifting to admire the shine. “I like to look at it sometimes, send my wishes up there and hopefully they'll come true,”

“What do you wish for?” He's asking as soon as you're finished your sentence, looking genuinely interested.

You shrug, teeth worrying your lower lip as he looks at you. Waiting. Interested. “I wish for everything... health, contentment... to not fail,” Cheeks darkening slightly at your words, you act like it doesn't affect you. Never told anyone that you sent hopeful wishes up to the night sky and counted on them. Words just seemed to flow so easily when you were with Jimin, though.

It's the way he looks at you. How he always looks at you as if he just discovered his very own moon. Prepared to jump through hoops, endure your constant rejection if it meant he'd soon enough be able to break through. Be granted a few moments of your pretty smile, hear that laugh... and maybe, have you look at him the same way. Not willing to share you with anyone else, had half the mind to whisk you away so he could keep you.

Not like you'd complain, belonging to Jimin and only him. Certain that there wasn't a single person that made you feel the way that he did. He must have the on switch to your heart, it only seemed to malfunction when he was around. When he smiled. Kissed you. Coated with sexual tension, you were sure your feelings were more than just that. They were real. He felt real.

“I know what I'd wish for,” Eyes dropping from the sky down to you. A bit closer now, but not crossing the line. Just doing enough that left you no choice but to make the next move, leaving the final decision up to you like he always did.

“What's that?” Prolonging the conversation and staying still. Forcing your urges to stay at bay, keeping your arms wrapped around your chest. If not, you know they'd be finding the warmth of his neck to pull him into you. To feel those lips you couldn't get enough of again, and again, and again.

The grin that spreads across his lips stills your pounding heart. Dimple poking out in its usual spot, corners of his eyes lifting just slightly. “I won't tell you,” His smile widens at the end of his words and you feel your lips curling up too. “If I did, then it wouldn't come true... I really want it to come true,”

Eyes rolling, you're taking two big steps away from him. “I told you my wishes,” You mumble. Jimin laughs, arm reaching out to tug on the fabric of his robe, pulling your body against his again. His arm wraps around your waist to hold you in place, the tips of his fingers gently brushing against your exposed belly.

“Relax. I'll tell you when it comes true,”

There must be some magnetic pull because your head is finding his shoulder easily. Finding comfort in having him so close. You feel his stare but refuse to return it. Just allow him to watch you watch the moon. Enjoying the comfortable silence that falls upon you two, the warmth that spreads throughout your body from the stroke of his fingers.

“You're not cold? You don't want to go in?” Jimin's asking as moments pass. You're shaking your head, despite the shiver that shakes your body seemingly on command. He laughs softly, easily pulling your body to stand in front of him. Arms secured around your waist in a back hug, aim to share some of his warmth with you.

You're leaning back into him, hands dropping down to hold onto his wrists. His chin rests on the top of your head, gaze following yours. “You really liked it that much?”

“I could stare at it all night,” You're admitting. His hands are moving underneath your grasp, just enough so he's able to take hold of your hand, lacing your fingers with his. “I'd give it to you, so you could.” That. That has your heart doing cartwheels behind your rib cage. Butterflies flapping so hard that you're afraid they might burst out to kiss him.

Laughing it off, you urge yourself to relax. Burying the icky lovey dove-y feeling he seemed to carry around with him. “What you gonna do? Toss a rope up there and yank it down?” Tone teasing, in hopes, to shift the overly romantic moment in a different direction.

He doesn't take the hint, ignoring it completely. Pulling your body tighter against his, you can hear the smile in his voice. “If you asked me to, I'd try.”

This has you pulling away from him completely, overwhelmed with the need to be close to him – which results in you not wanting to be close at all. “Stop saying corny things to me,” You whine. That smile of his spreading as he reaches down for your hips, pulling your body toward him again. “Why?”

“You know why.” You can't believe you're actually pouting. Like a complete lower lip poked out, arms crossed pout. It feels so uncharacteristic, but natural at the same time. Jimin's eyes are rolling this time, hands pulling your chest against his before his arms are leaving your hips to wrap around your back.

“You don't have to fight it, you can just be when you're with me.” There's promise in his matter-of-fact tone and he's looking at you with those eyes again. And you believe him, oddly. Feel secure in his words, in his arms. Gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips then back up again. “Would you be upset if I kissed you?” His voice is hushed as if he was determined to keep this moment between just you two.

Soft lips press against yours the moment you're shaking your head. His signature groan falling from his lips as his hand reaches up to tangle in your hair. Different from the other times he's kissed you, this is much slower. Calculated in the way his tongue maps out the inside of your mouth as if he wants to savor the moment.

You kiss him back the same, palm of your hand easily finding the back of his neck to hold him still. Becoming completely uninterested in anything that wasn't his hands. His lips. Him. Jimin. All too soon, he's pulling back, leaving two quick pecks on your lips that has a giggle leaving your lips.

He takes a moment to admire it. Admire you. Wondering how he managed to get so lucky... and unlucky at the same time. “Come sleep in my room tonight.” You could guess how many girls had come here hoping to hear those exact words from his mouth. Knew one of them personally. And that has you pulling back, regret instantly crowding your heart.

“Are you stupid? We can't do that.” No matter how much you want to. The feeling of falling asleep in his arms, spending the night wrapped in his warmth, was quickly slipping from your memory.

“We can.” He's assuring you with a nod of his head. “I'll lock the door and it'll be just you and me. Then you can just leave before anyone wakes up.” Fingers reach out for yours, he's lifting your knuckles to his lips to press soft kisses against your knuckles. Softening you. “Who knows, maybe I'll make you squirt again.” Tantalizing teeth nibble gently at your digit.

You're pulling your fingers back just in time to catch his smirk. With your dark cheeks, you can't deny that you weren't completely against the idea of repeating the night before. “You're thinking too hard about it.” He whines. “I just want to have you in my arms. Nothing else, honest.” He's reaching for your hand again, lacing your fingers slightly.

“Why do you want that?” Can't help the question from tumbling past your lips, no matter how his words managed to make you feel. Because at the end of the day Jimin was still just a guy... and even if he brought a thousand hammers, you still had walls.

There's a furrow in his brow, head tilting to the side as he looks down at you. The pad of his thumb smoothing over the back of your hand, as his smirk turns teasing. “You don't want it?”

Jimin's room is just how you remember it. Charmingly messy, which most people would just refer to as disorganized. Not enough time is granted to peak around your surroundings, take in the trail of discarded gym clothes that lead to the en-suite bathroom. The clutter of books carelessly left in the corner of the room. The impressive collection of shoes lined up in the corner, the only thing that seemed to have a proper place.

All of that is missed because the second Jimin is shutting the door, his body is against yours forcing backward steps until your back is flat against his sheets. Sheets that he had changed since the last time for... obvious reasons. Plush lips trail a line from your chin to the meeting of your jaw and neck, pulling soft moans from your lips.

Both of his hands are sliding underneath the fabric of your tank top, stopping at your rib cage. Jimin's lips feel so good against your skin, natural as if that's where they belonged. The thump in your chest doesn't stop, in fact, it speeds the longer you lay underneath him.

Slowly, he's lifting his face from your neck so he's able to look down at you. Huffing out a chuckle, he's leaning down to press his lips to yours gently... pulling away before it can get too heated. “You look so dazed. Do you like me that much?” He's joking, can hear it in his voice... but you're not a big fan of the weight his words hold.

With a dramatic roll of your eyes, you're wiggling out of his grasp. He watches as you tug his robe from your shoulders before crawling your way to the head of the bed. Making yourself at home in his king size. Tucked in his fluffy blankets and Jimin is not fair behind you. Kneeling to remove his shirt before he's sinking underneath the comforter, arms mindlessly finding your waist.

Back pressed against his chest, he takes a moment to breathe you in. Loving that despite you having removed his robe, you still smelt like him. Mixed with your usual honey aroma, he can't help but nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck.

“I like you that much,” He's confessing into the darkness of the room, lips pressed against the skin of your neck. “Maybe, more.” It's the sincerity in his tone, every ounce of teasing completely absent. He means what he says and doesn't expect you to say anything back. Just wanted to tell you so that you knew.

And because of that, you feel your body warm. The swell in your chest growing, cheeks darkening. How did you manage to get so lucky... and unlucky at the same time. Refusing to think about the downside, wanting so badly to just enjoy this moment with him, you're pushing all the negative thoughts to the back of your mind.

Instead, you're turning in his arms. Fingers knitting through the hair at the nape of his neck, you pull him down toward you, lips finding his. He's kissing you back immediately, pouring all his passion, want, need into the movement of his lips. Pushing your tongue past his lips, head tilting for a better angle – fingers secured on the waistband of his bottoms as you hold him to you.

The groans that he emits from the feeling of your teeth nibbling on his lower lip has a gush of arousal heating up your core. His warm hand finds your wrist below the sheets, gently guiding it until your palm is pressed against the stiff hump in his pants. Fingers flex around it, forcing his hips to jerk forward.

You grin, pulling back from his lips to trail a line of wet kisses down the side of his neck toward his collarbones. Jimin has hands on your ass, kneading and molding the flesh with his chin rested on your shoulder so he can watch his hands. You didn't fail to notice the way he had hiked up your shorts to reveal more of your cheeks to his greedy eyes.

“You're so hard. What have you been thinking about, baby?” You recycle his words from the other night and from the chuckle that falls from his lips, he's noticed. “Wanna taste you...” He's admitting, his own words making his cock jump underneath your palm.

Hand slipping underneath the waistband of his pants... his boxers, easily you wrap your hand around his thick length. He curses out loud, teeth cutting into his lip to further silence himself. “You were so good to me last time... don't you think it's your turn?” Slowly, you drag your hand down to his base.

Jimin's nodding his head quickly at your words, “Yes, fuck.” He's basically throbbing in your grasp and you wonder when was the last time he has gotten off. Allowing yourself a moment to play with the thought of it possibly being before that night with you.

You whimper as his cock jumps underneath your light touch. It's as if he's getting harder as the anticipation grows and you can't deny the way that turns you on. His breaths leave Jimin's mouth when your hand is sliding up toward the head, “Holy fucking shit,” He gasps, just as you're dipping your head down a glob of spit rolling off your tongue and landing directly on top.

The slide of your hand is much easier now with the added lubricant. Jimin's hips rocking along with the movement of your hand. His moans interrupting the suction of his lips on your neck. Warm breath panted against your skin while you speed up the strokes of your hand, adding a twist in your wrist to add to his pleasure.

“That feels so good, Yn.” A dribble of precum slides down the side of his shaft following his whiny voice. You're wet just from the sound of his voice, the weight in your palm. How he's desperately rocking into you as if he's actually buried inside of you. It takes everything in him not to flip you over and do just that. Fuck you like he's been imagining since he first met you.

But he holds back because you had been hesitant before. Didn't want to push you too much, happy to take what he could. Leaving hickeys on your skin, your hands on him, your pretty moans that mixed with his hand filled the room. Yeah, that would be enough for now.

Palm closing a bit around him, mimicking the tightness he wants. “Y-you're gonna make me cum...” A stutter in the movements of his hips matches his strained stuttered words. You want him to fall apart, reach the level of euphoria he had brought you to. Strokes speeding up, thumb teasing his tip whenever you can reach it.

His breath is picking up, a string of curses leaving his lips as his thighs tense up. Arms tight around your waist, holding your close as his teeth scrape against the skin of your neck. Thighs rubbing against each other to create some friction of your own, you keep going. Not pulling back until he's groaning out your name, spilling his seed into the palm of your hand.

Jimin is lifting his head from the crook of your neck just in time to see you bring your palm to your mouth, licking his thick cum from your fingers. Eyes hooded but he doesn't dare to take his eyes off of you, the sight alone enough to have him wanting to go again. Wiping damp hand on his sheets, your eyes find his again and Jimin swears he was just shot in the heart. Breath knocked out of him just from the way you're looking at him.

“You're so perfect,” He's mumbling, because that's honestly the only word he can think of when it comes to you. A soft smile spreads across his face, hand reaching for his shoulder to gently push him onto his back. He lets you move him, getting yourself comfortable with your leg hooked around his waist.

His hand finds your ass, easily slipping underneath the fabric of your shorts. Holding him close to you, head on his chest you ignore the guilt eating away at your heart. Trying hard to focus on the good parts about being with him... which was everything. If only the circumstances were different.

Imagining what it would be like if things were like this. If you had only met him first, you could like him freely without feeling yourself shrink each time you were reminded of the sad fact. Jimin feels your mood shift but doesn't say anything. Continues to hold you close, his hand gently trying to soothe you. And with the gentle way he's rubbing your bottom, and the warmth of him underneath you – you're drifting to sleep.

At some point through the night, your position changed. Jimin's bare chest pressed against your back, hand between your thighs to find warmth. Legs entwined to ensure neither of you runs away. He's awake before you, plump lips landing soft kisses against your shoulder.

“Gotta wake up, baby.” Voice harsh from sleep, hushed as if he didn't actually want to wake you. “Wake up, I started the coffee maker and made pancakes,” He tries again, teeth nibbling at your skin and you're stirring.

Head shifting to look back at him, confusion written on your face not sure if you heard him correctly. “You made pancakes?” You question in your sleepy morning voice. Jimin grins, shaking his head before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“I'm practicing for our domestic life,” Laughing with a roll of your eyes, you reach down to pull his hand from inside your shorts. You sit up to pull the blanket off of your body, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you stand. The sleeping guests downstairs suddenly become apparent to you, with the chatter coming from downstairs.

They were awake already? What time was it? Was Miju down there too? Rushing to stand in front of the mirror, you wipe and tug at yourself trying to get rid of any evidence of what happened here last night. Jimin had gotten up too, pulling his shirt and robe back onto his body. His hands dropping onto your hips.

“Thanks for last night,” He whispers, calming your frantic movements with his soft tone and the kiss he presses to the side of your face. “I'm sorry it makes you feel so shitty... you enjoy yourself, though, right? In the moment?” You don't remember the last time you were thanked for spending the night with someone, your presence treated as valuable. And you're sure you were never asked if you had enjoyed yourself.

“I did, yeah.” He smiles at your words, taking a backward step, allowing you to move from the mirror to find your shoes. “Me too,” He agrees with a smile and you notice the tint in his cheeks... the way he's no doubt replaying the moment in his mind.

You're giggling, as you stand with your shoes fastened. “Yeah, we know you enjoyed yourself.” He moves to close the space between you, lips finding your lips. “I need to go,” You're stopping him before he can slip any tongue, knowing all too well where he was heading with the way his fingers stroked the hem of your shorts.

“One more,” He holds his finger up between the toy of you, puppy dog pouting right in your face and it's so cute that you can't help but grant him one more kiss. One more turns into three which quickly turns into five and before you know it he's pulling you onto his lap as he lowers himself onto his bed.

Fingers buried in his hair, you use your grip to pull his head back – freeing your lips. You laugh at the way he chases your lips, “One more.” He mumbles and you're shaking your head, leaving a chaste kiss to his lips before you're standing from his lap.

“That was the last one,” You're back in the mirror, fixing appearance. So drunk on him that it slips your mind that you're supposed to be sneaking out of his room. He's a few steps behind you when you pull the door open, wide eyes finding Miju at the bottom of the stairs.

Her back is to you, deep in conversation with Joonie and Taehyung. They're making her laugh, body bowed furrow as her back shakes. They look so proud of themselves, little did they know she laughs like that all the time.

You're frozen in place, stuck. Lost on how you were going to get downstairs without her seeing you, she was right there! No doubt she'd ask why you were coming from upstairs when you should have met her at the tents last night.

Jimin is reaching for your wrist, ready to pull you back into the room when Miju is turning around. She sees you, confusion flashing over her features but she still smiles, saying something to the boys before she's turning to make her way up the stairs. Jimin is kind enough to put some distance between the two of you, hands shoved into the pocket of his sweats.

“Yn? How come you're in Minmin's room?” She doesn't look angry, just confused. Doesn't expect the worse of you, because you're her best friend and no way would you spend the night with her crush and try to sneak out the next morning undetected.

“Oh. I had to use the bathroom,” The lie rolls off of your tongue coated with a nervous laugh. “Have the cleanest one in the house,” Jimin is helping with a smile that has Miju's face morphing, a smile to match his lighting up her features.

“I'll use it next time, the one down there is so sticky,” She scrunches her nose up at the thought and he's laughing. Like actually laughing and you can't help but notice how easy this is for him. You feel like you're about to crack and he's all smiles and laughter.

You're moving from Jimin's side to stand beside Miju, reaching for her hand – you give it a slight tug. “Are you ready to go? I think I'm all social-ed out.” She pulls her gaze from Jimin to laugh at your words, nodding her head.

“Yeah, sure. See you later, Minmin!” She's waving at Jimin who nods his goodbye and you're pulling her along with you down the stairs and all the way out of the house. She calls quick goodbyes to Joonie and Taehyung as you pass them. Then falls into silence the entire walk to her house.

The silence is uncomfortable for you. Wishing that you could know what she was thinking. Wondering if she bought that half ass-ed lie back there or if she was waiting for the right moment to call you out for it. She didn't seem pissed, her usually smiling self as she admired the nature around her.

Maybe she didn't pick up on the swollen lips and fucked out eyes. Maybe it wasn't as obvious as you had convinced yourself it was. It wasn't like the two of you came out groping each other, plus you've used his bathroom before... so it made sense for you to go in his room and use it again, right?

Miju doesn't say anything until you're stopping in front of her door, ready to wave goodbye when she's stopping you. “I was wondering, where did you sleep last night?” She asks casually, keys dangling from the tips of her manicured fingers.

“Oh, yeah. On the couch. I ended up crashing,” You try to be as cool as Jimin with your lies, brushing off the question with a laugh. She's nodding her head, focus dropping to the keys in her hand. “That's weird, though, because I went to look for you... and the couch was empty.”

Heart sinking, urging yourself to control your facial expressions, not wanting to give anything away. Not ready to talk to her about this yet. Not even sure if this thing with Jimin was actually a thing. “The couch in the den. Did you check there?”

“Hm, I didn't.” Something flashes in her eyes, but it's so quick you can't really place it. “Did you see the girl Jimin was with then?” Miju is not looking at you anymore, putting all her focus on trying to pick out the right key to open the door. “He was with a girl?” You play dumb because that's exactly how you feel at the moment.

She's nodding, a heavy sigh leaving her lips. “Yeah. On the balcony of the den. I thought it was you because of the jammies, but then he came and they started...” Miju shakes her head, stopping her words. “I guess you didn't see them, then?”

“I didn't,” You can feel the cracks in your heart, but can't keep the lies from falling from your lips. Knowing how hurt she'd be if she was to realize that it was actually you that she saw with Jimin. A huff of breath leaves her lips, eyes blinking as she lifts her head to look back at you. She looks the same way she does when she's about to cry and you want to reach out to console her, but you can't get yourself to move.

Miju doesn't let the tears slip, head shaking as she pushes a laugh through her lips. “He's a guy, right? No big deal. We're not even together. I just need to be bolder,” Her words oddly sound like you and you find yourself agreeing, nodding your head.

“Yeah. It'll be alright,” This time you're reaching for her, hand landing on your shoulder. She's shrugging you off, plastering a smile onto her face. “I'm gonna go in. I'll call you later.” She turns, easily finding the proper key to unlock the door.

You nod despite her having slipped past without sparing you another glance. With a heavy heart, you're leaving her porch. Guilt eating away at you with each step you took. And although it should be easy, you can't seem to land on the right thing to do.

Know that your first instinct should be to stop, to cut all times with Jimin so you can properly call yourself a friend to Miju again... but the thought of never talking to Jimin again, never get to feel his lips, be wrapped up in his arms... makes you sick to your stomach.

There was no way you could have both, though. You needed to make a choice.

– girl code rule #1: never, ever, under any circumstances fall for your best friend’s crush. but what happens when your best friend’s crush checks all the boxes of your ideal guy… and to make matters worse… he’s crazy about you too.

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bitchin’ || pt. 9 (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader

word count: 4.7k

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l

warnings: fanservice. that's it. that’s the tweet.

A/N: This fic was inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Thank you to @junqkook for letting me use her likeness!

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PART NINE

"Okay, just sign your name here, and she'll come to get you when she's ready." The cheery girl at the front desk told you.

You offered her a polite smile, walking over to the sit in the waiting room.

You always disliked these chairs. We were willing to bet money that these chairs have sat in this very room since your university first opened, worn out, uncomfortable, and outdated. Sure, maybe you had been in a bit of a sour mood lately – what with your fake ex-boyfriend dirty dicking you and all – but as you sat there, metal rod poking your spin, you couldn't help but frown.

As you sat there contemplating your school's renovation budget, you hardly noticed the sound of another student walking in and over to the front desk, your stomach churning as you put a face to those loose curls.

"Hey, stranger! What are you doing here?" Kiri's white teeth blinded you, walking over to you once her business with the receptionist was done.

You could feel one of your eyebrows twitch in irritation, swallowing down your scoff as she sat next to you.

"Trying to schedule my class next semester." You responded uninterestedly, contemplating whether or not the suspension from decking Kiri in the face would be worth it.

"Oh, just picking up a termination form. One of our newbies wants to pull out of Kappa Alpha Tau."

Shocker...

"Hey, so sorry to hear things with Jungkook and you didn't work out, by the way." Kiri flashed you a sympathetic look.

An audible breath left your lips, disbelief no doubt visible on your every feature. Did Kiri seriously think you didn't know it was her who home wrecked? Or was she just that much of a raging bitch?

"If you ever need someone to, like, talk to, just know that I'm here. I totally know what you're going through."

Your hands found themselves curling into tight balls in an attempt to keep your hands from shaking. Kiri looked as cool as a cucumber in front of you, perfectly composed, not a single hair out of place.

Then it hit you.

Of course. It all made perfect sense now.

From the moment she came up to you at your event offering her condolences, she had been trying to drive you off from Jungkook. She was planting seeds of doubt about their break up and his character. Manipulation and intimidation were her cards, and she played them well.

Fine. If the rules were being bent, you might as well disregard them altogether. You relaxed your hands.

"Oh, no worries. It's all good, I mean, it's not like we were actually dating." You shrugged.

Rule #2: No one can know the truth.

"What?" Kiri blinked, her smile faltering for just a moment.

You edged closer to her, cocking your head in mock surprise.

"Oh... did you not know that? That our entire relationship was contractual?"

"What are you talking about?" Her full brows furrowing.

You let out a sigh, "Yeah, so, basically, Jungkook would get his frat to fund my event if I helped make you jealous so that you'd come crawling back to him."

The polite mask that Kiri had plastered on finally cracked, her next words clipped and curt.

"What the hell is your damage, Y/N? Do you think I'm some sort of idiot how'd fall for that?"

"Good grief, did Jungkook not tell you? Weird, I feel like that's something he'd need to tell his girlfriend." You puffed out your bottom lip in mock sympathy.

Whatever resolve Kiri had built up crumbled at the way you held her stare, a note of honesty in your voice that she couldn't shake.

"I'm..." She cleared her throat, turning her nose up. "We're not actually back together yet."

"No? Really? Hmm..."

The call of your name crossed the room, and the two of you turned to look at the receptionist, ushering you over with the news that your counselor was ready for you.

You turned to Kiri with a smile, "Guess he didn't want you back as so much as he just wanted back in your pants."

Kiri looked utterly stunned, eyes wide as you stood from your seat, for once, without a clue as to what to say.

"See ya around, Kiri. Let's do lunch sometime. Oh and, happy holidays!" You fluttered your fingers at her, slipping away from her with a smugness you couldn't be assed to hide.

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"Wait... he called you?!" Taehyung laughed, eyes wide.

Yara nodded, scouring through the shelves, a specific book in mind. Belinda Carlisle was playing softly overhead and Yara found herself humming along.

As the holidays rolled around and everyone found themselves back in their hometowns, Yara was surprised to find Jungkook's frat brother browsing through the jam aisle in her local supermarket. As luck would have it, Jungkook's genetically blessed frat brother was from her hometown, the two somehow never crossing paths until now.

What started as a polite catchup over coffee, quickly turned into an everyday thing, the two of them realizing they had more in common than friend drama.

"He did!" Yara enthused. "He left a voicemail apologizing and rambled about how he wanted Y/N's address so he could go apologize, blah, blah, blah."

"That idiot." Taehyung rolled his eyes. He watched as she let out a noise of excitement, looking over her shoulder to announce that she had found the book she was in search of. He grinned in response.

"Anyway, I didn't call back. Because that's exactly how she wants to spend Christmas morning, with that jockstrap knocking at her door, right?"

Taehyung snorted, bringing the straw of his drink to his mouth.

"Miriam is gonna have your head on a stick Lord of the Flies style if she catches you with that drink in her library." Yara warned, to which Taehyung dismissed with a wave of a hand.

Yara was a funny girl; he was pleasantly surprised to bump into her during winter break. He could tell something was off when they first ran into each other, so he invited her out to grab some coffee. It was over a warm cup of coffee – with the most absurd amount of sugar he had ever seen – that she finally shared with him all that had been weighing on her mind lately.

Sure there was the Jungkook and Y/N stuff. Yara was beyond homicidal. Taehyung was grateful for winter break as he was positive she would have rung out Jungkook's neck had she seen him after what had happened. Taehyung himself was astounded to find out what exactly was true nature of the two's relationship, curtesy of Yara, of course. Even if it was fake, however, he knew Jungkook enough to know that the happiness he gave off once Y/N entered his life wasn't.

But more than that, the petite girl was worried about a boy, an irritating one who Taehyung happened to be frat brothers with. Eunwoo had approached her immediately after Kiri left him, spewing some excuse about only dating Kiri because he couldn't get Yara out of his mind.

It was bullshit if you asked Taehyung. But he hadn't the heart to tell Yara that, especially with the way she looked so torn up about it – unsure of how to respond to Eunwoo. He wasn't entirely sure what their relationship was like, but he figured it must have meant enough to her to have her feeling this conflicted.

So he did his best to cheer her up, inviting her for lunch and driving her to their local library, which he had come to find out was her favorite place growing up. They spent many afternoons sprawled out on the couches in the now abandoned children's section of the library... or at least until the crabby librarian yelled at them to leave.

If Taehyung was honest, he didn't care much for literature – he was a math guy – but the way Yara would shove a book into his chest with wide eyes and an 'if you don't read this and tell me your thoughts on it, I'll literally die,' seemed reason enough to keep showing up day after day.

"Have you talked to her about Eunwoo, yet?"

Yara flinched at the blond man's words.

"Why don't we ever talk about normal people stuff? Like the weather, or what sports team played last night."

"Yara..."

"Oooh!" She exclaimed suddenly, "I know, let's talk about President Reagan. Did you hear his speech about tearing down the wall in Germany? Crazy stuff–"

"Dude, why are you so scared to tell her about Eunwoo? You told me." Taehyung interrupted, quirking up a brow. Yara held his eyes for a moment before sighing.

"I just don't want to bring it up to Y/N, you know? She has enough going on..."

"So? She's your best friend. She'll want to help."

"Exactly! She's going to want to comfort me and make me feel better – which will just make me feel worse." Yara groaned, leaning back against the bookshelf.

"I'm... not following." The frat boy admitted.

Surely girls aren't usually this hard to understand.

"Look, I know you'd only known me for a little while, but let me pencil you in. I have a reputation, okay? Yara doesn't get hung up on some dumb boy." Yara wagged her finger at him.

"Does Yara usually talk about herself in the third person?" Taehyung chuckled.

"Yara," she continued, paying the boy no mind, "is an independent woman who likes one night stands and sex without strings. She doesn't like clingy boys getting into her head and confusing her."

Taehyung nodded, "So basically, Yara is scared of catching feelings."

"Shh! Don't tell Yara about what Yara doesn't want to hear." She turned her nose up at him, pushing herself back off the stand to march away from him. Taehyung reached for her arm without hesitation, stopping her departure with a sigh.

"Look, I don't mean to be on your ass about this, but clearly, you feel something for this kid. Otherwise, you wouldn't be spending all your time pining over him."

Taehyung immediately wished he could take back those words as an offended look fell across the petite girl's face, her hands falling onto her hips, clearly displeased.

"Pining? You think I'm pining over Eunwoo?"

Taehyung shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to navigate this situation. As much as he liked Yara, she did spark a healthy dose of fear into him.

"Well... I mean... you're spending your whole break with me just because I can give you a ride to the library so you can read sad romance novels and cry."

"First of all," Yara began, "I happen to enjoy your company. You're a good listener and, frankly, very nice to look at."

Surprise fell over Taehyung, "Nice to look at?"

"Oh, don't act like you don't know." She waved him off, "Secondly, I've never cried. I've let out a sniffle at most."

"Fine, so you're not pining over him. Just get back together with him." He responded.

"I can't."

Taehyung frowned, "Then turn him down."

"I can't do that either." She frowned right back.

"Dude."

"I'm scared, okay!" She whined, thumping a foot against the library's carpeted floor.

"Of what? What's holding you back from going back to Eunwoo?"

"...He told me he loves me."

"And?"

"And I don't even know what that means!" Yara threw her hands up in exasperation, the sleeve of her swear falling down her forearms. "I don't know how to love him back or be a good girlfriend – which I know is what he wants from me."

"Yara, I hope you don't feel like you don't owe Eunwoo anything. Because you don't." Taehyung grew serious, which only caused the torn girl to pout.

"I know, I just... I mean, I don't hate him. But it's scary. Whenever I'm dating someone, I get all up in my head like... Am I supposed to be this someone's person? Possibly forever? What the fuck!"

"No, I get it. It's a lot of pressure." He shrugged powerlessly.

"Exactly! I don't want to have to try and love someone. I want to do it. Like... not to sound like a sappy idiot but sometimes I think about all those stories I read," she gestured towards the books beside her, "about feeling a spark when you kiss your person and just... I dunno. Would be fucking nice, instead of this complicated bullshit."

Yara was far from a hopeless romantic. As much as she loved to read about romance, she had an innate urge to flee the moment the word love came around. Still, she could appreciate the idea of it.

"So then forget about that stuff. Forget about labels and expectations. Just be with whoever you want to be with. Have fun, worry about the heavy shit later."

Taehyung had a very soothing effect whenever he spoke. His tone was low and lovely, and despite the way Yara's head was still running a mile a minute, she appreciated the boy's docile nature. Certainly made her feel a whole lot less anxious.

"I want to. That's how this whole thing with Eunwoo started, ya know?" She admitted, crossing her arms over her chest. "But all men are the same. They say they're fine with keeping it casual, but they always end up falling for me, which, duh, understandable..."

The blond boy let out an airy snicker, a direct challenge to Yara's words.

"Something funny, Tae?" She pressed.

"C'mon, that's not true." He rolled his eyes breezily.

"Oh, yeah? Tell that to my four ex-partners who are all still in love with me."

"Maybe you just haven't met the one. You know... your knight-in-no-strings-attached-armor."

"I'm telling you, no such guy exists." Yara emphasized with a poke into Taehyung chest.

He grabbed the jabby finger reflexively, his long fingers wrapping around the small digit, setting his drink on the nearest shelf.

"Yara."

"Seriously, I've done my research! You're looking at a hot commodity, buddy. I may be a raging homebody, but I am very efficient—"

Suddenly, the petite was trapped against the bookshelf with Taehyung hovering over her, a large hand on either side of her head.

"Please stop talking."

Yara's cheeks flushed in surprise as she met the handsome boy's warm eyes, growing even hotter as he leaned over and pressed his mouth against hers.

He smelled distinctly of vanilla, and it sent her stomach fluttering, reeling in the way he gripped her waist, pulling him into her. She would've lost herself in the feeling of his soft lips moving against hers if it weren't for a cough ringing out from somewhere in the library.

Yara broke the kiss short, ears red as she brought her hands to wrap around her torso defensively, trying her hardest to ignore the way her heart was pounding against her chest as if trying to escape.

"You kissed me!" She scoffed, trying her hardest to seem unaffected. Taehyung shrugged.

"You kissed me back."

Oh god, this was bad. She felt all light and giddy tucked away in this corner of the library, the gorgeous tall man still close in proximity, looking at her through a smirk.

"Yes, well... I'm a very go with the flow kind of gal." She defended, brows furrowed adorably.

"Relax, Yara."

"Well, what the hell was that precisely?! Do you just make out with all your library buddies? Is there some sort of library buddy étiquette I'm not aware of?"

"I kissed you because I wanted to. Kissing is fun." He shrugged. "Some guys just want that, you know."

Son of a bitch.

"You got balls, Goldilocks. Understood. Message received, loud and clear." Yara acknowledged through narrowed eyes.

"Happy I could help, bookworm."

A corner of her mouth turned upwards, admittedly amused.

"Just so we're on the same page... you're not in love with me? You just smooched me for fun?" She looked at him skeptically.

"Sorry you had to find out this way." Taehyung joked, earning him an eye roll.

"And you don't have some ex-lover you need to make jealous?"

At those words, the frat boy laughed heartily, head shaking a firm no.

"Wicked."

Yara hopped onto the balls of her feet, hoping to catch the blond's kiss once more when her mouth met the hardcover of a book instead. She sank back down with an annoyed huff; Taehyung had pulled a book from the nearest self in reach, holding it up between them to pause the eager girl's ministrations.

Poking his head out from behind the book cheekily, he flashed her a lopsided grin.

"Easy there, tiger. What about Eunwoo?"

Yara held his eyes for a moment, wondering how she hadn't noticed what a pretty brown they were until now. She let out an appreciative hum.

"What about him?" She raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk on her lips that had Taehyung leaning back over to meet it with one of his own.

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"Thanks for agreeing to meet with me." You greeted him with a cautious smile as he slipped into the chair across from you.

You were nervous, to say the least, watching the tall man shift in his seat, trying to grow comfortable despite the uncomfortable circumstances.

"This place is disorienting." Erik scanned the mall cafeteria before flashing you a charming smile. "Thought you'd get tired of waiting and head back home. I apologize for my tardiness."

"No worries. I still don't know my way around at the mall, and I've been home for weeks." You grinned back.

A pleasant beat of silence passed between the two ex-lovers, each taking a moment to consider the other. Erik looked a lot older than he did in high school; he had on a brand new pair of glasses that suited him far better than the ones you remembered did. His hair was combed and styled smartly so that they would stay out of his eyes. A stark contrast from the long-haired boy you had come to know these past few months.

Dammit. Your eyes fell onto the red table between you two, cheeks growing warm as you realized your thoughts had drifted back to Jungkook, even with your ex-fiance sitting across from you.

Erik's voice rang out, "I'll be honest. I wasn't expecting you to call me."

"I wasn't expecting me to either." You confessed, your hands intertwining on the tabletop.

Really, you didn't have much reason to be nervous. I mean, it was Erik. Despite the end of your relationship, there was no bad blood between you two. It wasn't the first time seeing him since the breakup either... maybe it was why you had called him that had you so on edge.

You weren't sure exactly what you wanted from Erik. Company? A distraction? Maybe what you were asking of him was unfair, but as he placed a hand over yours reassuringly, you found the wall you had set up crumbling down.

"I can help you, but you need to talk to me, Y/N. If I could read minds, I would be a much richer man." His brown eyes rolled dramatically.

You chuckled. Same dry wit you remembered.

"I met someone."

"Is that what you wanted to tell me? Y/N, you're allowed to date other people. I understand your hesitation, but really, it is time you moved on–"

You let out a scoff, yanking your hand away from the now laughing man. You flashed him a feigned look of irritation, silently grateful for the change of pace in conversation, finding it much easier to talk when things weren't so tense.

"God, you are still just as full of yourself as I remembered." You teased.

Erik shrugged, "Not to sound like a cocky asshole, but is it not warranted?"

You let that question run through your mind. You suppose if anyone had reason to have a big head, it would be Erik. Intelligent, handsome, hard-working– everything a mother would want their daughter to have.

"It is. You've always been perfect..." You mused, a hint of sadness in your tone that Erik picked up quickly.

And all at once, his entire demeanor changed, a serious expression settling behind those frames of his.

"Tell me about him." He instructed calmly.

And so you did— the beginning, the end, and all the beautiful bits in between. You told him about a boy that challenged you in ways you never imagined– a boy who made you feel like the sun. You spoke of every stupid conversation you once thought of as meaningless but now weighed heavily on your heart and mind.

You were mad at him, of course. There was a reason you had been ignoring his calls and ordered Yara to keep him in the dark of your whereabouts, after all. But the more you talked about him, the more you lit up. Erik noticed it too. How could he not? It was that very way you spoke with an uncontainable passion that made him fall in love with you in the first place.

He watched with utmost concentration for the vocal inflections of your words, the slight movement of your brows that always seemed to speak your mind before you did.

It was clear to him that this boy wasn't just a boy. He could hear in the choice of words you used, words that were static and void of variables. But there were certain words you seemed to dance around he realized as you came to the end of the story... words that were evident to all but you.

"So... Analysis?" You breathed out, chest deflating as you took in Erik's frown.

"Above all... did you find out if he used protection? I don't want to presume anything about... was her name Kiri?" Erik paused, continuing once you nodded back at him, "but your health should be your number one concern."

"I had a friend of his ask him on my behalf. He says he used protection... I went ahead and got tested anyway, though, and I'm all good thankfully." You told him.

Whether or not Jungkook had passed along some sort of STI was heavy on your mind the next morning after you kicked him out. Thankfully, Taehyung was more than happy to get the answer you need but were still too damn pissed off to seek out yourself.

"Good." Erik sunk back into his seat, a hand coming up to run through his hair as he considered his next words. You suppose you were grateful to be able to talk to Erik like this still. Sure, he was blunt and sometimes stared at you like you were some case-study, but he didn't bat an eye of judgment at the news of the contract, for which you were grateful. He had known you for too long to find it peculiar that you'd pretend to be someone's girlfriend in exchange for furthering and fulfilling your passion project.

If anything, that was precisely in line with your character. He liked to think he instilled some of those traits into you.

"Well, frankly, I am sorry to hear this happened to you. You're a great girl; you deserve better than that."

Your neck warmed at Erik's words, slightly taken aback.

"Oh, um... thanks, that means a lot coming from you." You expressed your gratitude shyly.

Erik nodded back at you, "Seriously. It was very shitty of him to string you along for so long and for sleeping with Kiri despite knowing how you felt."

"Oh."

"Oh?" He frowned, not expecting your response.

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably, pausing to watch a woman with a stroller walk past your table.

"Well..." you cleared your throat, "I'm not actually sure that he knows that I, um, like him... like that."

God, this was mortifying. The first time you had admitted you liked Jungkook and it was to your ex-fiancé? Sometimes you swear you were the protagonist in a mediocre rom-com film and no one was telling you.

Erik paused, "I see. And does he know now?"

"...No."

"I see." He sat up, fingers tapping against the table in interest. He quirked up a brow at you. "Perhaps it wasn't just him who was dishonest."

You scrunched your nose at him, not liking what you were hearing. It wasn't anything that hadn't already kept you up, tossing and turning in bed at 2 AM, of course. You had a feeling this was where this conversation would lead to. Erik, as genius as he was, was fairly predictable in this sense. Rational, dependable... nothing like the spontaneous boy you had fallen for.

"So? Even if he knew, what would that change? He slept with her..." You grumbled stubbornly.

"And maybe he wouldn't have if he had known."

You crossed your arms, "You don't know that."

"You're right. I don't. I don't even know the guy. But you do." He continued, offering you a suggestive look.

Huh. Did you think that would have stopped Jungkook? And even so, would that fact alone be enough to get you to forgive him?

"I... I don't know." Was your conclusion, pulling a hum from Erik.

"Guess the only way to know would be to discuss it with the meathead himself."

"I just... I don't want to get my heart broken again. I, quite literally, didn't sign up for this." You placed your face into your hands, hating how rational Erik had to be.

"My guess? He didn't either. It seems as if you both got more than you bargained for." He shrugged.

"He's definitely not at all what I was expecting..." You trailed off glumly.

When you first met Jungkook, he was obnoxious, cocksure, and grotesquely unbothered. You swore you had never hated anyone more on the first meet. But as you came to know him, you found in him a lot of what you wished you found in yourself. Approachable, flexible, spontaneous...

You just wished it all didn't have to hurt so bad.

"You and I are a lot alike, you know." Erik spoke up once he noticed you fall silent. " And I only realized this recently, but I think that was our downfall. When I asked you to marry me, what I was asking of you... Well, it was unfair. Because I know I would never accept that if I were in your shoes."

Your head shot up at his words, hands quick to wave at him dismissively. Asking him to meet you here was not to discuss what had gone wrong in your relationship, and you didn't want him to think that it was.

"Erik, that's okay you don't have to—"

"No, no, what I mean is... we made perfect sense together and it didn't work out in the end. This meathead of yours is nothing like you and maybe it's for the better. You said it yourself that he makes you feel important and formidable." He pressed on.

"Are you trying to imply the notion of opposites attract? Because I personally believe that's a myth and that we're drawn to those similar to us—"

"Puzzle pieces."

"Wha— Huh?" You blinked, blind-sighted by the calm man's sudden words.

Suddenly, Erik readjusted in his seat, leaning in close as he nodded his head.

"Think of life as one big puzzle, and everyone you meet is shaped differently, right? Yet somehow... they fit. We find those that complete us. And they're not necessarily opposites but—"

"But different pieces in the puzzle." You sighed, understanding the metaphor.

You raised a brow at the intellectual man, "That was uncharacteristically poetic of you. I thought you were a man of science... since when do you rely on literary devices to get your point across?"

Erik let out a dramatic sigh, fingertips pressed to the rip of his glasses, leaning back into his seat as if showing his greatness.

"I'm a growing man, Y/N. Science helps you understand the mind and the body, but as far as the heart goes... there's only so much it can tell us." He tutted wisely with a wag of his pointer finger.

"Wow. I dig this character development. I quite like this new you."

"Wanna get married now?" He deadpanned suddenly, a laugh ripping out of you at his unexpected words.

Erik grinned at the familiar sound, also finding the humor within his joke. He was pleased to see that if anything, he could at least momentarily take your mind off of your heart's turmoil.

"Ask me again in another three years." You rolled your eyes, grinning wide, to which Erik threatened that if Jungkook didn't by then, then he just might.

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sobremesa | kth

pairing: kim taehyung x (f) reader

genre: childhood friends to lovers(?). tiny amounts of smut in the form of grinding, heavy makeout sessions in a car, mostly fluff, microscopic amounts of angst HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAE!!!!

rating: M

word count: 9.1k

sobremesa: a spanish word for that time spent after a meal, hanging out with family or friends, enjoying each others’ company

summary: you’ve known Kim Taehyung practically all your life – your parents are best friends and that inevitably leads to the two of you being forced to hang out at family gatherings – being the same age and all. But you don’t really know Kim Taehyung beyond cramped bedrooms, family potlucks, and annual New Year’s Eve parties. He’s never been a part of your picture and you’ve never been a part of his. You know Kim Taehyung in snapshots, periodic glimpses into his life over shared meals that will never overlap with yours outside these little moments. Or so you think.

-2006-

“This is my boy – Taehyung – he’s twelve too!” Mr. Kim announces, with a wide smile on his face. You stare curiously at the little boy hiding behind his father. He’s got a tuft of dark hair and he looks over at you curiously, like you’re a specimen at a museum. Your dad pats you on your back and one look at his face tells you that you’re meant to entertain this Taehyung kid.

“Oh, um,” you say, stepping forward. “We can just hang out in my room, I guess.”

“We’ll call you when dinner’s ready,” your mom tells you, smiling encouragingly. You nod and beckon Kim Taehyung upstairs. He follows you wordlessly and you usher him into your bedroom. He looks around, that same curious expression on his face before making himself comfortable on the beanbag chair you keep in your room.

“So, do you wanna like—watch a movie or something?” You don’t have a lot of experience with boys. Taehyung is small for his age though, and you can look at him in the eye if he stands up. He’s a lot smaller than the boys you’re used to at school, and so you find yourself more comfortable with him. He shrugs in response and you heave out your beloved laptop your dad had so kindly let you use for the night. Taehyung’s eyes flicker towards your bookshelf and his expression visibly brightens.

“You like Cardcaptor Sakura?” he asks, and you hear his voice for the first time. You look at him in surprise. No boy at your school likes Cardcaptor Sakura, but you love the series and your parents bought you a couple of volumes for your birthday.

“Yeah! It’s really cute. Uhm… do you wanna watch that instead? I have the DVD set.” Taehyung nods, looking far more enthusiastic than before and the two of you binge the entire first season, sitting shoulder to shoulder on your double bed.

-2007-

You don’t know anyone here. It’s somebody’s birthday, but they’re an adult and you don’t really care. These kids are unfamiliar and rowdy and honestly all you want to do is go home and read Harry Potter until you fall asleep. You’d hang out with your parents, but they’d ushered you to go play with the other kids. Looking through the various bedrooms in this ridiculously large house you hear voices coming from behind a shut door.

Knocking before opening it slowly, you peek in only to find Kim Taehyung with his arm around some kid’s neck. They’re on the floor, wrestling. Boys, you sigh mentally. Taehyung looks up, hair in his eyes, a sheen of sweat covering him.

“My phone—get my phone!” He’s yelling your name and you’re surprised he even remembers you. You’d only hung out a handful of times after your first, fateful meeting after all. You glance down and pick up the small black device the other boy is trying to reach for. Taehyung lets the other kid go and he’s gasping for air as you hand the phone back to its rightful owner.

“I’m Jungkook,” the boy introduces, voice high. “Junghyun’s younger brother,” You have no idea who Junghyun is, but you nod and introduce yourself anyway. “Are you Tae’s age?” Your eyes travel to Taehyung, who’s scrolling on his phone now.

“Yeah,” he answers for you, and you’re surprised to hear how his voice has deepened. “She’s my age. Close the door, will you? We’re watching Claymore and Kook’s mom will have a stroke if she finds out—he’s only ten.” You shut the door behind you cautiously. At least he hadn’t demanded you leave.

Feeling weirdly accepted and elated, you sit down to join the boys.

-2008-

Jungkook becomes a part of your small family-friends group. None of you even go to the same schools, but you see each other occasionally when your parents want to spend time with their friends. You like Jungkook, even though he’s younger. He’s friendly and bubbly and likes manga as much as you do. You’re still scared of his older brother though, but Junghyun is old (three whole years older than you!) and he’s allowed to stay home alone when his parents leave so he never comes anyway. Rumor has it that he even has a girlfriend.

You’re making it through life like any middle-schooler would. You have two close friends at school that you do everything with and it’s the year your dad presents you with your first phone. It’s got a full keyboard and you can text Jiyeon and Solhee whenever you want. You spend hours into the night talking about Jung Hoseok, who’s a ninth grader, and how cool he is. You have the tiniest crush on Hoseok – he’s the dance team captain, and he always smiles at you in the hallways even though he doesn’t know you. Hoseok smiles at everyone, it’s just how amazing he is. You’re too shy to talk to him though, envying the girls he speaks to on the daily. You think you and Hoseok would be good friends if you were braver.

-2009-

“You’re going to a French immersion high school? Seriously?” You don’t know if you’re more impressed or exasperated. Maybe both. Taehyung nods and accepts the cup of tea you offer him. You can hear your parents heartily belting out to some 80’s pop song in the basement – it seems the karaoke session is going well.

“Figured its never too late to learn,” he shrugs, taking a sip of the drink and wincing because its piping hot. His voice has deepened now that the two of you are fourteen, sounding like it’s dipped in honey. “Plus, all my friends are going there, and I don’t wanna be that guy who knows no one at his high school on the first day.” You try to laugh along, but it comes out all awkward—you don’t want to admit that that’s going to be you at your new school. Taehyung eyes you suspiciously.

“But of course,” he continues, in that same airy tone. “I think it’d be cool to start over somewhere where no one knows you. A clean slate.” You smile privately at his tact.

“It’s nerve-wracking though. What if I don’t make friends?” you sound small as you voice out the one fear you’ve been too scared to admit. Taehyung hums and sips his tea again.

“You will,” he says easily. “But if you don’t you always have me and Jungkook. We’re practically forced to hang out with you.”

You throw your wet teabag at him. He laughs, the sound rich and deep and you find your mind cleared of your anxiety.

-2010-

“Ay here comes the Frenchie,” Jungkook wolf-whistles and you turn around to see Taehyung making his way toward you. “Are you fluent yet?”

“No, but I can tell you to fuck off in more than one language now,” Taehyung grins, giving you a one-armed hug in greeting. He smells like vanilla and clean laundry – a refreshing contrast from the boys at school that drown in Old Spice. You want to bury your nose in his sweatshirt.

“Wow, school fees well spent,” Jungkook nods sagely. “I can’t believe I’m the only middle-schooler left.” Taehyung is taking his seat in the chair next to you, your hand still grasped in his, much larger and warmer one. Taehyung has always been physical – not just with you, but with everyone. You’re all at a restaurant this time, celebrating the fact that Junghyun not only got into his dream university, but managed to survive without flunking his first semester. You don’t know why you had to squeeze into a dress for this occasion, but alright. You barely even know Junghyun – he doesn’t fraternize with his kid brother’s best friends. “Oy, here’s Jimin.” The two of you look up to see another boy making his way towards you. “My mom’s best friend’s kid,” Jungkook whispers to you two, rather like he’s divulging the nation’s greatest secrets.

Jimin sits down next to Jungkook and you mutter polite hellos at each other. As it turns out, he’s the same age as you and Taehyung.

“So, this is the kid’s end of the table, huh?” Taehyung murmurs in your ear and you laugh.

“Don’t complain – would you rather sit next to my dad and have him clap you on the back hard every minute?” Taehyung winces at that, clearly having multiple war flashbacks. Jimin stares at you two.

“So how do you all know each other?” has asks. Taehyung blinks.

“Oh me? I’ve known her—since when—? We were like twelve,” you nod. Has it really been that long? You’re sixteen now. “And I met Jungkook not long after, I think.”

“The three musketeers,” Jungkook cheers, raising his glass as if its not full of just orange juice. Jimin nods. Taehyung rolls his eyes

As the dinner progresses, you find out you like Jimin too. He’s friendly and before you know it, you have each other on Facebook. Jungkook proclaims that all of you need a way to keep in touch and that’s how you find yourself in a group chat with three noisy boys.

-2011-

“Uno motherfucker!” Jungkook dramatically throws down his second-last card onto the pile. You groan. How is this boy so ridiculously good at literally every game?

“Not so fast, Jeon,” Taehyung is next to you, wearing pajama bottoms with ducklings on them. Throwing down his only wild card, he’s changing the color of cards up. You laugh delightedly because thank-you-Tae-you-lifesaver. He gives you a hearty fist bump. Jimin is on your other side, and as always, the man is more action than words because he quietly puts down a +4 that has Jungkook screaming into his pillow.

You’re all cooped up in your bedroom. Taehyung’s parents have already told him he could stay over, and he’s promptly changed into his sleeping clothes. It isn’t a rare occurrence for him to crash in your guest bedroom every time your parents hang out late into the night. Jimin and Jungkook are still in their jeans getting more and more uncomfortable by the hour. It’s past midnight and the parents downstairs have no intention of ending the party any time soon.

“You should’ve just stayed over too,” Taehyung says, watching Jungkook trying to change his sitting position for the third time in the last twenty minutes.

“I live literally down the block,” Jungkook snaps. It’s true – Jungkook’s family had moved onto your street only last year. “I’ll sleep in my own bed thanks.”

“Besides, is Jooyoung okay with you staying over at another girl’s house?” Jimin mutters, picking up a card and frowning. “Won’t she have a fit?”

“Who?” you and Jungkook ask at the same time.

“His girlfriend,” Jimin giggles next to you, and Jungkook is practically yodeling. Taehyung’s ears go slightly red. You look at him in surprise.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” you tell him and his ears, if possible, go even redder.

“He’s been with her for a whole month,” Jimin proclaims proudly and you’re looking at Taehyung again because wow—that seems serious.

You have no expertise in dating. There’s a cute boy in your English class called Choi Seungcheol that you like to look at. He’s got a nice smile and really long eyelashes over eyes that look like they hold galaxies in them. One time, he lent you his dictionary and you almost melted into a puddle of goo. But Seungcheol runs with the popular kids, even though he’s always been sweet to you, and you’re still somewhat of a recluse. All of a sudden, Taehyung seems really grown up and faraway.

“She already knows,” Taehyung says testily, and gestures wildly at you, “Plus it’s not like the two of us are even remotely close enough for her to care too much.”

You find you’ve suddenly lost all interest in the card game.

-2012-

“Can’t believe you’re leaving us,” Jungkook pouts as he stares at you and Taehyung. “Can’t believe I only have Jimin from now on.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Jimin quips. It’s your graduation party – the third graduation party you’ve attended in the last two weeks – Taehyung had his first, then Jimin, and now you. You’ve chosen a university that’s three hours away. Jimin chose to attend college in town.

Taehyung, surprising you all, is moving a whopping six hours away, across the country. The art program he’s chosen is super elite and you’d all had a potluck at his house with your families when he’d gotten accepted. You sip on your wine, still getting used to the taste of alcohol. You turned eighteen only last month, but Jimin and Taehyung are still minors, and are both sporting matching cups of sparkling apple juice.

“We’ll be back for the holidays,” you tell Jungkook. “I can even drive back on some weekends!”

“Yeah, but when our families hang out, I’ll be the only one there,” Jungkook continues, looking genuinely upset. “Gonna just stay home from now on.”

“What about me?” Jimin asks indignantly. “I’m still here!”

“You have, like, a billion friends,” Jungkook huffs. “And a girlfriend.”

“Good point.” Jimin agrees. You and Taehyung laugh.

“Well, we still have all summer,” you say. “The four of us should find some time to hang out before I move at the end of August.” Jimin nods at that, reaching forward to eat the chips off the plate in front of him.

The four of you look at each other. Your lives really don’t overlap outside the confines of your bedroom and while Jungkook is upset, you know he’s got his own horde of friends back at school. He’s on the football team, and in the multimedia club. Your best friend’s little sister goes to his school and you’ve heard through her that he’s basically the school’s heartthrob. A little hard for you to believe though – Jungkook will always be that small child who Taehyung tackled to the ground for trying to steal his phone back when you were twelve.

You look around your room. You only have around ninety days left in these four walls, in this particular life, before all of you move into the next chapter.

-2013-

You’re shut up in a bathroom stall at your dorm, tears threatening to spill. Your first year as an engineering undergraduate is almost over, but your mother’s voice over the phone has opened all the flood gates you’d been so carefully keeping close these past few months.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you’re bumbling, and your mother can hardly make sense of you. You know that it’s probably coming as a huge surprise to them. You’ve spent so long pretending you’ve been fine all year that your family hasn’t had a clue how rough things really had been for you. “I want to drop out, mom, my grades are so bad, I’m so close to flunking out.”

Your mother is comforting you over the phone, but you continue to sob, months and months of tears and anxiety finally getting their chance to flow freely. You don’t care if your dormmates hear you – they were never really your friends anyway.

Weeks later, when your parents have picked you up, and have driven you back home, you know you’ll never go back to that place. You lie in your bed staring up at the ceiling, feeling void of any emotion. You’d always done fairly well in school so the significant drop in your grades at university had taken a toll on your mental health. The sun shines outside, the first signs of summer peeking through, but you can’t bring yourself to push open your curtains. You feel like a failure. You are a failure.

At some point during the day, Taehyung comes into your room, knocking quietly. He doesn’t speak, and you haven’t seen him for a whole year. Contact was few and far between and seeing Jimin and Tae do so well in their respective programs had made you put up a front with them too. He probably had no idea that anything was ever wrong.

Even if he had, you tell yourself, there was nothing he would really do. You find you barely know Taehyung, are only obligated to spend time with him because your parents are friends with his folks. But he’s here, in your room now, and you can’t hear Mr. Kim’s booming voice downstairs. You selfishly wonder if he came to see you by himself. Only for you, and not because of his parents.

He quietly lies down next to you, and the two of you lie there, shoulder to shoulder, staring up at the ceiling.

He stays like that until you finally fall asleep.

-2014-

You scream when you open the mail and Jimin jumps next to you, spilling milk all over the kitchen island.

“I got in!” you scream and Jimin blinks owlishly up at you. “Chim, I got in!”

“Oh my god that’s amazing!” Now Jimin is screaming, grabbing you out of joy and pulling you in. The two of you are jumping up and down in your kitchen and your parents are here wondering what the ruckus is. You’re merely shoving the letter towards them, too overjoyed to speak.

After taking the summer off, and pulling out of your old university, you’d applied to the college in your town – the same one Jimin attends. You figured you were better off in a program that genuinely excites you and come September, you and Jimin would be attending the same school.

“We gotta party,” your dad exclaims, a big grin on his face. You know your parents had partially blamed themselves for everything that had happened last year. For maybe forcing you towards a program you weren’t really interested in, only because the employment opportunities were higher, and you had the grades to get in. You’re pleased to see them so proud and happy for you. You’re in a better place now, have gotten the support you needed to help you get through that rough patch. Last year feels like a fever dream, like it belongs to someone else, someone that’s not you.

Your dad is calling the usual crowd up to celebrate, and you can’t wait to see Jungkook and Junghyun. It’s been months since you saw them last and you know Jungkook is a senior and is swamped with college admissions and his football games.

Taehyung doesn’t come home this year – working at an internship somewhere on the other end of the country that’s been keeping him busy. You don’t hear from him much at all.

-2015-

You gratefully accept the glass of wine from Jimin and glance over at the giant Christmas tree in his living room. The Parks have decorated it up to the nines, a real step-up from last year.

“Your ugly sweater is so not ugly,” Jimin groans from next to you, and you look down. It’s a simple grey sweater with a giant ornament on it, the baubles are three-dimensional.

“It was the only one I had,” you sigh, leaning back into his couch. “Where is everyone?”

“Jungkook is spending Christmas at his girlfriend’s,” Jimin tells you and you roll your eyes. “But he says he’ll see us for New Years. Tae’s family just arrived actually – he’s in the kitchen saying hello to everyone.”

“Bet all the moms flocked to him,” you mutter. Taehyung is the group’s golden boy – the success story. He’d secured himself a fancy internship and was pretty much guaranteed a job straight out of university when he graduated in a couple years. Jimin nods sleepily next to you. You cozy up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

Taehyung arrives in the living room then, his eyes travelling from the giant Christmas tree to the two of you folded onto the couch. You wonder if you’ve had too much wine already because you’re definitely imagining the strange look that crosses his face when he sees Jimin lean into you. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him in person – Instagram pictures really don’t do him justice. For some reason, Jimin quickly pulls away from your embrace.

He’s grown taller, and his hair is dyed a soft honey blonde falling into his eyes, a piece tucked behind one ear. He’s wearing a sweater that’s literally the same color as the Grinch but he manages to effortlessly pull it off. Taehyung has always been pretty, you tell yourself, but somehow, he’s managed to get even prettier. He’s half-tucked his ugly sweater into black slacks and looks more like a runway model than someone you’ve known since you were twelve.

He fist-bumps Jimin before collapsing into the couch on your other side.

“What’s the plan tonight Park?” he asks, taking a sip of his wine.

“I brought my poker kit,” Jimin says over your head. “Thought we could play.”

“Poker,” you sigh amusedly. “When only yesterday Jungkook was beating our asses at Uno.” Jimin laughs with his whole body and you giggle sleepily next to him.

“And, how are you?” It takes you a while to notice that Taehyung is talking to you. You straighten up, letting go of Jimin

“M’fine,” you murmur. Taehyung hums. There’s a strange sort of silence that befalls you. You and Taehyung never had a chatty relationship, but it was never like this either. Taehyung feels more and more like a stranger these days. You know facts about his childhood that you’re sure no one else does – the time he broke his arm falling off a bike you had dared him to get on, or the time he’d accidentally eaten a cookie with hazelnuts in it despite being allergic to them – but you don’t know this Taehyung. You don’t know the first thing about him. And it makes you sad.

The two of you make small talk – the weather, Taehyung’s internship, your finals – but it just doesn’t feel the same.

-2016-

It’s really been a whole year since you’ve seen any of these people – except Jimin, you see his ass on campus every damn day. The music is in full swing and your parents are laughing at something Taehyung’s mom is saying.

You’re sitting in a chair next to Jungkook, fresh off his first semester of university. His hair is longer, he’s inked up his right arm and smells like expensive cologne. Despite that, he’s still the lovable goofball you’ve known practically all your life. He lets you tease him about his ink, good-naturedly pulling at your cheek. He towers over you now, has for a few years.

Taehyung sits directly across from you. His hair is back to black, curling and long. He’s wearing thick black-framed glasses today, complaining about leaving his contacts back at university. Jimin isn’t here, having made plans with his dancer friends. It feels like every year, the only constant at these end-of-the-year parties, is you. The only one who makes a conscious effort to attend, who doesn’t treat these family gatherings like back-up plans.

“Jieun said she wants to meet you,” Jungkook is saying. He’s been dating this girl for six months now. “She’s gone home for the holidays, obviously, but maybe in the New Year. When do you go back Tae?”

“The twelfth,” Taehyung answers, mouth full of mashed potato.

“That’s later than usual,” you say in surprise. Taehyung shrugs.

“Didn’t come home for the summer, so figured I’d stay for winter break longer,” he answers, and you nod. You’re still on the “kids” end of the table, despite all of you now being full-grown adults. Some things really never change.

“Y’know we really should hang out,” Jungkook is saying. “I haven’t seen Jimin in two years – isn’t that crazy? Hey, remember when our parents would hang out and drag us with them. At least that meant we saw each other constantly. Now that we have our own lives, I don’t even go when our families hang out.”

You ruffle Jungkook’s hair and he gives you an adoring smile.

“I miss you guys,” he pouts, and something warm floods through you.

“I miss you guys too,” you answer, a little melancholy, a little sad, and Jungkook gives you a dopey grin, completely clueless. But Taehyung doesn’t return your smile, only surveying you quietly through his glasses.

-2017-

Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung said they weren’t going to attend this year’s annual New Year’s bash. You can’t say you aren’t crestfallen at the news. It’s clear they all have lives outside their family. Taehyung and Jimin have graduated already. Taehyung doesn’t have enough time off to come home, and Jimin has plans with some guy he’s been seeing lately. Jungkook is going home with Jieun this year to meet her family.

You make plans with your friends from college, and the four of you end up at a bar. It’s fun – you sing karaoke and drink copious amounts of alcohol. You even makeout with strangers.

But somewhere deep down, you know you rather be sitting at the kids end of the table, stuffing your face with food.

-2018-

Taehyung hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked into his house. You’re wearing a dress and some heels because Jimin insisted that the four of you dress up for the occasion, considering you hadn’t been able to get together last year. It’s been a while since the gang was back in town at the same time, and you’d just graduated and secured a decent job right away. Jimin claimed it was a cause to celebrate.

The four of you are at the usual family party this winter, because where else would you be?

Taehyung is very obviously drunk. He isn’t rowdy like Jimin or Jungkook, but you can tell. He sways faintly to the music and his eyes are dark.

At the end of the night Jimin goes home to his boyfriend, and Jungkook to his girlfriend, leaving you and Taehyung to clean up the messes they leave behind. Your parents have long gone home, no longer caring if you stay a little longer, or stay over. Taehyung’s family is practically your family.

You eye him subtly as you’re putting away the board games – his hands are in the pockets of his burgundy trousers. A cream dress shirt is tucked into his pants. As always, he looks good. Taehyung suddenly turns to look at you and you feel your face go warm at his stare.

Before you know it, he’s reaching over to kiss you, large hand cupping your face, head tilting so he can slot himself better against your lips. Your hand grasps at the front of his shirt as you pull him closer and you don’t hesitate to intertwine your free hands.

He wordlessly pulls you towards his bedroom in the basement, careful not to wake his parents. He pushes you down on his bed before climbing on top of you to continue where you’d left off in the living room.

That night, you fall asleep in his arms, naked and satisfied.

-2019-

Kim Seokjin whispers in a terrible joke in your ear, making you giggle. He’s your date for the night – but the two of you aren’t actually dating. Seokjin was a friend from college, albeit your senior, but you’d asked him to accompany you to this year’s New Year’s party and by some miracle he’d said yes.

You know Jin doesn’t think about you in that way – you’re at most like a baby sister to him – but he plays his part and holds your hand and sits next to you and brings you refills whenever he sees your drink is running low. A part of you thinks he knows what the deal is, if the soft way he looks at you is any indication. You owe Jin a big one.

You didn’t want to be the only one in the group without a date. Jimin has brought Min Yoongi, his boyfriend of two years and Jieun is here with Jungkook.

And then there’s the pretty girl on Taehyung’s arm.

You bite your lip. After spending that one night together last year, you and Taehyung had woken up with smiles on your faces. It had been a happy moment, until you’d had to sneak out of his house without his parents noticing. He’d laughed, kissed you on the lips and you’d left. When you’d seen him next, you’d been with Jimin, Jungkook, and all your families. The two of you had shared secret smiles but hadn’t got a moment to yourselves and before you knew it, Taehyung had had to head back across the country – back to his life without you in it.

You hadn’t even gotten a chance to discuss whatever had happened between you, and you didn’t think it would be appropriate to discuss over the phone. You’d carried on talking to him like normal, assuming that you’d discuss this whenever he came back home next, and he never brought it up either. You hadn’t realized then that Taehyung only ever came home once a year – for Christmas.

Your heart sinks now, watching as he leans in quietly to talk to her over the loud bass of whatever rap beat Yoongi has chosen. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your college friends, about what had happened. You feel used – that whatever the two of you had, was maybe just a drunken one-night stand. But it hadn’t felt like that to you. It had felt… right. Like the conclusion to something that had been building up for many years now. But looking back, maybe it’s just you that thinks that.

Taehyung has never shown any interest in you in that manner, and you’ve known him for years. He’s dated in that time – even had relationships (Jooyoung from high school comes to mind, and you rack your brain trying to think of other serious girlfriends, but you only come up with girls he’s mentioned once or twice and then never again). Jimin already lives with Yoongi and Jungkook and Jieun are discussing moving in together. In your little group, only you and Taehyung have no strings when it comes to relationships.

You’ve dated too – of course – but never seriously. Your longest relationship lasted three months.

“Is he the one?” Seokjin leans over to ask you in a low voice. You turn to look at him nestled comfortably on the couch next to you, long limbs spread out. “The one you like?”

“Like...huh?” you take a large gulp of your wine. “I’ve never thought about him that way.”

“Then pray tell me why your face has longing written all over it?” Seokjin is astute.

“Thanks for coming today,” you say instead. Jin smiles lazily, long lashes casting shadows on his elegant cheekbones.

“I’ll even peck you on the lips at midnight if you want me to,” he says cheekily, and you slap his face away laughing.

“Aren’t you two adorable!” Jimin collapses on the couch next to Jin and offers him a friendly fist bump. Jimin knows Jin isn’t your boyfriend but is smart enough to not say anything.

“Are we?” Jin grins, throwing his arm around your neck to pull you towards him, your cheeks smushing together. “You hear that babe?”

“Oof,” you groan against him and he lets go of you to stand up. Motioning towards the bathroom, he flashes one of his infamous grins before making his way through the living room. Jimin slides over towards you, neatly taking your drink from your hand before taking a sip.

“Where’s Yoongi?”

“His parents called, he’s talking to them out on the deck,” Jimin looks at you. You look at him and raise your eyebrows. “You okay?”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“I dunno, you always get this look on your face when you’re not,” he hums, sipping your wine again. “How long do you think I’ve known you?” You roll your eyes. You’re eyeing Taehyung again. He came to the party late and hadn’t as much as introduced his lady friend to you. He hadn’t even looked at you. Was this how your friendship with Taehyung was going to end?

“Who’s the girl?” you can’t help but ask, jutting your chin in the direction of the pair. A knowing look crosses Jimin’s features.

“Yoona something,” he says. “They work together, I think. Her flight home got cancelled so Tae brought her back here.” Jimin looks at you again. “They’re not dating – if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Fucking, then.”

“Well, probably,” Jimin laughs. “It’s Taehyung,” Of course. It’s Taehyung. You huff sarcastically. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

“You do,” You groan. What is with your friends today. “When will you admit it to yourself?”

“Admit what?”

Jimin gives out a short laugh and stands up.

“You’re both so painfully alike, I’m going to get frustrated,” he mutters, half under his breath. You tilt your head curiously at his wording, but he doesn’t elaborate. “One is horrible with making a move and the other too dense to realize what’s staring at them in their face.” You watch Jimin head off, muttering to himself and shake your head.

When Jin returns with another bad joke about the toilet and pinches your cheek adoringly, taking up his spot next to you on the couch, you’re far too busy laughing to notice the way Taehyung’s eyes flash across the room.

-The Present-

“Tae’s coming home this year, isn’t he?” you mother casually asks. You’re in the middle of putting the cakes in the oven and you pause.

“Is he? I haven’t asked,” you answer, schooling your voice carefully.

“His mother mentioned that he doesn’t seem too happy lately,” you mom continues on from the other end of the kitchen. “They want him to move back here, or somewhere closer to here.”

“Good luck with that,” you snort. There’s three feet of snow that arrived last night and you’re not looking forward to shoveling it all by yourself. You haven’t seen Taehyung properly since the two of you had… fooled around some two years ago. Whatever idea you’d entertained about the two of you after that, it had all just been clearly in your head. Taehyung was barely home long enough for you to hang out as a group and if the rumors amongst the parents were anything to go by, you weren’t surprised he wanted to avoid the gossiping small town feel of this place.

Frankly, you’re dreading seeing Taehyung this year. This year’s party is definitely more exclusive than last year’s. It’ll just be the four of you this year. Like the old days. And Jieun and Yoongi, but you’ve known those two for years now.

“He’s such a good-looking boy,” Oh god, your mother is still talking. “I’m surprised he hasn’t thought about settling down yet. Of course, how can he think about settling down without a stable career first – freelance photography was it?”

“Mom, it’s none of our business,” you mutter.

“Oh, I know,” she says quickly. “But I’d always thought he’d go places, you know? He did so well at one of the country’s best universities, got that amazing job right after. And now what? He quit it after all this time and that Jimin who only did community college is earning twice the amount Tae is!”

“Mom!” you snap. “Let. It. Go.” Your mother stares at you in disbelief, closing her mouth quickly, and thankfully shutting up. “I’m gonna go shovel the driveway,” you mutter, taking your apron off, and shoving it onto its usual hook by the pantry.

You’re just opening up the garage and grabbing the big purple shovel when you see Jungkook floundering through the snow towards your house.

“When did you get home?” You ask, forgetting about your mother for a second.

“Two days ago—look,” Jungkook’s face is serious. “We need to throw Taehyung a totally bitchin’ birthday party.”

“What?! Why?” You begin shoveling while Jungkook stands there. You’ve never thrown Taehyung a party before – usually that goes hand in hand with the annual New Year’s Eve bash and the two are celebrated together, even though Tae’s birthday is the day before.

“Because he’s been weird ever since he came home – he never says anything, but I know, alright?”

“What? He’s back?” You stop shoveling and stare at the younger man.

“He didn’t tell you?” Jungkook asks, after hesitating. You bite your lip. You’ve always been the first to know whenever Taehyung decides to visit. “Is everything okay?” You sigh.

“Yes… I don’t know… probably not,” you groan. Jungkook blinks down at you, utterly clueless. “We…fooled around, alright?”

“When?!” Jungkook’s voice has gone up three octaves. “Oh, holy fuck.”

“Two years ago,” you hiss, motioning him to pipe down. “After that party at his house. We never spoke about it and I just assumed he wanted an easy fuck.”

“You’re an idiot,” Jungkook says and you wonder at his wording. “A blind idiot.”

“What?” you’re so confused. Jimin had mumbled something similar last year. Jungkook shakes his head, bits of snow falling off his beanie.

“Aside from that, I think the dude is just going through an overall rough time,” he says. “And no, it’s not because you two fucked. You in?”

“What—yeah fine,” you give in.

“Cool – then my house on the 30th. Bring your own booze. Wear something cute but comfortable.”

“Who else is coming?” You yell after him, watching Jungkook shuffling back down the street. He turns to look at you questioningly.

“It’s just us,” he says, surprise evident in his voice. “Who else?”

“Right.” You say, sighing inwardly.

That night, you run straight into Taehyung outside Jungkook’s door.

“Uh,” you say, wincing at yourself for sounding so horribly awkward. Taehyung stands in front of you, readying himself to knock on. You’d hoped to avoid him for a little bit longer but here you were, running into him right as you arrive. You grip your bottle of Merlot tightly. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he says back, raising an eyebrow at you. Taehyung is intimidating – has always been. You vaguely remember a time when he didn’t scare you, when you were both young and Taehyung was this small scrawny kid with big eyes and a mop of hair. “How’ve you been?” He towers over you now, all broad shoulders and long legs.

“Good,” you clear your throat. “You?” A ghost of a smile flits across his features.

“I’m sure you’ve already heard,” he says, almost bitterly.

“That you quit your fancy job? Yeah, I heard.” Maybe it’s your offhanded tone that throws him off but he’s gawking down at you before chuckling to himself. “What?”

“Nothing,” his face breaks into a bigger smile. “Should’ve known that you of all people wouldn’t give a shit if I quit my job or not,” You’re rushing to correct him that that was not how you intended to come off but he’s grinning, raising a hand to stop you. “No, it’s a good thing. I’m sick of people pitying me for something that was so obviously the correct decision.”

“Pity, huh?” you grin back at that. “Do they give you the sad head-tilt too?” You tilt your head mockingly to the side to demonstrate.

“Oh my god yes,” he snorts. “I’ve been getting those all week.”

“Welcome to the world of failures Kim,” you grin, holding out your hand in an honorary handshake. “We hate it here, but at least the expectations are now at a rock bottom. You can only go up from here.” Taehyung is about to reach for your hand when the door opens.

“Can you two quit flirting out here and come in?” Jungkook is indignant, holding a bottle of beer in each hand. Taehyung gives you a look you can’t quite decipher before heading in. You follow in after him, setting your wine down on Jungkook’s kitchen island. His apartment is small – only one bedroom – but it’s so Jungkook that you smile.

You hug Jieun as she comes out of their shared bedroom before moving on to join Jimin in the kitchen. Jieun is hugging Taehyung, wishing him a Happy Birthday. You watch them as you open your wine and reach for a glass from one of Jungkook’s cabinets.

“Not drinking tonight?” you ask Jimin. He’s dyed his hair blonde and it curls slightly. You think you like this look on him.

“I drove here,” he says easily. “What about you?”

“I’ll figure it out,” you grin. Taehyung comes up to dump the cheesecake you hadn’t noticed he’d been holding earlier on the counter. “Want me to put that in the fridge?” You address him.

“Yes please,”

“Not drinking tonight Tae?” Jimin throws your question at the dark-haired boy, as you shove the cake into Jungkook’s fridge. Taehyung’s eyes quickly glance at you before he speaks up

“I drove here,” he mutters and Jimin snorts.

“It’s your birthday party and you’re gonna stay stone cold sober? That’s sad man. Not to mention you brought your own cake,” he says, chin resting on his hand as he leans on the counter. Taehyung shrugs.

“Where’s Yoongi?” you ask and Jimin motions towards the living room where Jungkook and Yoongi are deeply immersed in what looks like Super Smash Bros Brawl. Judging by the way Yoongi is yelling, you assume he’s already tipsy. Taehyung comes up behind the counter to stand next to you to observe their game. You’re only faintly wary of his presence next to you as you sip on your drink. You don’t even realize Jimin has left the two of you to yourselves to go join Yoongi and Jungkook.

“Why’d you quit?” you ask, still staring at the TV. If Taehyung is surprised at your question, he doesn’t show it. “Your job, I mean.”

“It’s not what I went to school for,” he answers, hands in his pockets. “It became less about the art and more about kissing the asses of big corporations so they would fund us. I took the job because it paid well but at what cost?”

“Yeah, I understand,” you say softly. Taehyung looks at you.

“I know you do,” He says after a while, and your heart blooms at the honest faith in his voice. “My parents are disappointed. They don’t say it out loud, but I know they are. They think I’m going through something when the truth is that I know exactly what I want to do.”

“And that is?” you’re looking at him now and things suddenly fall into place. It’s as though the last few years never happened, that there was never a distance between the two of you. It reminds you of a different time – a time when you and Taehyung would tell each other everything even if you didn’t see him every day.

“Photography,” he answers. “My own studio. Maybe even sell my work – I don’t know. Just me, and art.” You smile.

“That sounds nice,” you say. “You know, Jungkook threw this party thinking you’re going through a quarter-life crisis,” Taehyung snorts at that and you can’t help but giggle along. “I wanted to tell him that he was crazy, but I didn’t have the heart to.” Taehyung is looking at you, questions evident on his face. “Call me crazy, I don’t know, but there has never been a day where you’ve been lost in your life. You’ve always known what you want, and you’ve made sure you get it,” You look down at your wine. The words unlike me are at the tip of your tongue but you don’t voice them. You know what—who you want, but you’re a coward.

You weren’t lying. Taehyung had always been ambitious – a go-getter. If he wanted you, he would’ve made it clear. The realization is heart-breaking.

Taehyung doesn’t reply to your statement, and only hums in response.

The night gets rowdier after that – Jungkook and Yoongi are a deadly combination when drunk and you’ve made it through your bottle of wine by yourself so you’re not doing too badly either.

Jimin and Yoongi leave first – Jimin basically dragging the older boy out. You’re scrolling through the train schedule when you notice Taehyung come up to you.

“I’ll drop you off,” he says. “You’re on the way to my parents house anyway.” You can only nod at that before he’s helping you stand up. The two of you bid a goodbye to Jieun (Jungkook has long since been put to bed and she’s collecting the myriad of beer bottles for recycling), and before you know it, you’re comfortably seated in Taehyung’s car.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been to your place,” he says at last, sounding only slightly guilty. You laugh and tell him your address and watch as he plugs it into the car’s GPS system. You had moved out only last year, finally in a place to be able to afford. The two of you drive in silence, with you watching Taehyung.

He’s wearing a dark button down, tucked into equally dark jeans, hair falling over his forehead. Rings adorn his fingers that are gripping the steering wheel, and you swallow as you eye his thighs in those pants.

The wine was a bad idea.

“Something on my face?” he asks lightly, eyes still on the road. You start in your seat. The wine has lowered your inhibitions considerably.

“No, just admiring how pretty you are,” you say and Taehyung chokes on air. “Did you know you’re pretty? You always have been,”

“Is that so?” There’s a wry smile on Taehyung’s face. You prop your elbow up on his window, chin resting in your hand as you look outside.

“Yeah, since the fucking beginning,” you snort. “Even when you were scrawny and twelve, you were this pretty little thing. Next to you I looked like a drowned rat.”

Taehyung scoffs, running one hand through his hair, pushing it back.

“The day you wake up and realize your self-worth,” he mutters. “You’re far too intelligent and beautiful to belittle yourself like this,” You freeze and turn to look at him. “What? I’m telling you a truth. Stop undermining yourself – you’ve done it all your life.”

“Do you want me to pull up photos from that one trip our families took in 2010? Your puberty kicked in and turned you into a teenage model. My puberty kicked in and I looked like Phineas and Ferb’s long lost sibling.”

“Chat shit all you want, but Jungkook and I spent that trip sneaking glances of you in that bathing suit.”

“You two did what?”

“And I told Jungkook to back off,” Taehyung says it so easily. He pulls up in front of your building and turns off the car. The two of you sit there in silence. “Do you know how hard it is for me to control myself around you?”

You’re dimly aware that Taehyung hasn’t had a single sip of alcohol tonight – that he’s completely himself.

“Then why are you controlling yourself?” you whisper. Taehyung gives you another one of his wry smiles, this one rather sad.

“Because you’ve never seen me the way I’ve seen you,” he says, voice just as hushed. “And for a while, I didn’t mind. It was just a little crush – and I only saw you once or twice in a year so how could it mean anything? I had an entire life outside of you that you weren’t even a part of. So how could any of this be real?” He pauses, and you wait for him to continue.

“But then… That Night happened,” and you know what he’s talking about. “And I thought ‘finally’ and once I’d had a taste, I wanted to keep coming back for more.” He looks up at you now, eyes distant. “And because you never brought it up again, I just thought that it didn’t mean anything—”

“Wait,” you interrupt him, heart racing so fast you can hear it thrum through your ears. “I thought you wanted nothing more.”

“Why would you ever think that?” he whispers. “When I never heard from you, I tried to move on—I had to move on, y’know? And this year I told myself that when I saw you, I’d be content with being your friend. I know I’ve been distant these past few years, but I needed that time to pick myself up—it was too hard to see you and know nothing could come of it.”

“Wait wait wait,” you wave your hands in front of your face, eyes tightly shut. “B-but you never mentioned that night again! I-I just assumed it was a one-night thing!” Taehyung blinks.

“A guy would have to be completely blind to only want you for one night,” he says quietly, and your heart soars. He’s reaching over for you and you shyly intertwine your fingers with his.

“You’re going to have to spell it out for me,” you whisper, tracing patterns on the back of his hand with your thumb. “Because I’m stupid and I won’t believe it until I’ve heard it—”

But Taehyung is reaching over to your seat and pressing his lips to yours. You’ve missed this taste and you reciprocate almost instantly. He tastes like the strawberries that were topped on his birthday cake and you lean into the kiss, sighing in pleasure.

Before you know it, he’s undoing your seatbelt and pulling you over to his side. It’s uncomfortable and you almost ram your head against the rear-view mirror, but eventually you find yourself comfortably straddling his lap, back to the steering wheel. Taehyung’s large hands span the width of your back as he holds you in place.

“I think I like you,” he says. You smile down at him, running a hand along his cheekbone, jaw, finally resting it on his shoulder.

“I think I like you too,” you say back. You lean down to capture his lips in yours one more time and this time he doesn’t hesitate in sliding his tongue into your mouth. You grasp at his shirt on his shoulders, while his hands travel down to rest on your thighs where they travel under the flowy dress you’re wearing, moving over your thighs and finally resting on your ass. You whimper into the kiss and Taehyung doesn’t miss the opportunity to explore more of your mouth.

It’s when you let yourself sit down on his lap completely that you feel it – the hardness in his pants. You gasp before straightening up, but he pushes you back down onto his crotch. You pull away from the kiss, lips swollen.

“T-Tae!” you’re gripping his shirt almost painfully right and he smirks up at you.

“See what you do to me?” he whispers. “We’ve barely done anything except swap spit and I’m already so hard it hurts.” Your ears go warm at his dirty words and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. You squirm on top of him and he groans in pleasure. “Any more of you moving that cute little ass on top of me and I’m going to cream my pants right here and right now.”

His lips latch onto your exposed collarbone where the strap of your dress has slid off and he sucks a bruise there. Your hips are swirling on top of him of their own volition and Taehyung has to throw back his head to let out a deep moan of pleasure. You stare at him in wonder – he looks so beautiful like this, dark hair clinging to his forehead, eyes blown out, lips swollen – and at your complete mercy. You kiss up his neck, biting his earlobe, before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I’m soaked,” you say, blushing. Your hand reaches down to tease your clit and you whimper before bringing your slick fingers up to show him. “See?”

Like a man starved, Taehyung is wordlessly reaching over to take your fingers into his mouth, and you watch in awe as his tongue swirls around them, licking up your juices instantly. His gaze doesn’t leave you for even a second and you’re so mesmerized. When you kiss him again, you taste yourself on him.

“You’re gonna have to stop here,” he puts a hand on your thigh to halt your ministrations. “I’ll seriously cream my pants.”

“I’m okay with that,” you mutter, leaning in to kiss him again, but he pulls back, a sly smile on his face.

“No, I’d much rather cream your pussy,” his grin is so wolfish that you feel a new wave of juices flow through you.

“Lucky for us we’re at my place though isn’t it,” you smile against his mouth. He laughs, a low, comforting sound before opening the door. You climb off him and out onto the sidewalk and straighten your dress. Taehyung gets off after you, hair mussed (thanks to you), and shirt half unbuttoned (also thanks to you). He reaches for your hand, which you take with a smile. This time, there is no hesitation, no hidden meaning.

-Sometime in the (not-so) distant future-

“Will you hurry up?” You hiss at Jungkook, but he’s too busy brushing his hair to pay any attention to you. “We’re so gonna be late!”

“You’re trampling on my mojo,” Jungkook tells you, straightening his tie and staring at himself in the mirror. Taehyung is next to you, tapping his foot in impatience.

“Okay, Jeon, that’s enough, you are not going to be late for your own wedding.” He says, face impassive and Jungkook sighs.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll be right out – you two go take your positions. Tae – you got the rings?” Taehyung rolls his eyes and pats his front coat pocket pointedly. Jungkook grins, face guilty and Taehyung is opening his mouth, probably to tell Jungkook off once and for all.

You laugh, knowing this is your cue to interrupt the fight before it actually happens, and pull Taehyung away from his best friend and push him out of Jungkook’s dressing room.

“Let’s go – if he’s late that’s on him but I don’t want us to be late either and you’re in the wedding you need to be up there.” You push Taehyung towards the main church towards the altar.

“God,” Taehyung is grumbling. “Promise me, our day won’t be so anxiety inducing.”

“How can it be when you’re such a micromanager,” you smile. “I expect our day to run like a German train schedule.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and glances at a dainty ring on your left hand. He does that often, as if to reassure himself that this is the reality, that you’re here and present and beside him. It makes you unbearably fond. Because even now, years later, Kim Taehyung still can’t believe he has you.

“Honestly, we could do it at city hall and I wouldn’t mind,” Taehyung hums. “Without all these clowns present.”

“Fine,” you play along. “Wanna go this weekend?” You’re not expecting the raised eyebrow he gives you, or the coy answer that follows – but it does make your heart race in a way only Kim Taehyung has ever been capable of.

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Enemy Of The Wolves [3]

TW: Language, Violence, Fighting + Poor Written Fighting Scene, Gore (brief), Injuries

Pairing: [slight] Mark Lee x Female Reader, NCT OT23 [Mostly platonic] x Female Reader

Genre: Action, Military Style AU, Organized Crime AU, Mafia AU, Angst and Fluff

(3/?) Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 5.8k

[Main Masterlist] [Enemy Of The Wolves - Mini Masterlist]

Summary: Not only were you one of the few females to be apart of Neo Culture Technology’s underground organized crime association, you were also the only and top ranked female captain in the entire industry. Even if you worked in a majority male industry, you earned respect from nearly every one of your male counterparts. All but one. That one not only exposed your name to one of NCT’s worst and most vicious rivals but signed NCT’s entire demise. Only one group will prevail, the other left in ruins with no chance of recovery.

Notes: Good morning, currently 1:17 am and sorry for this taking three weeks to write, enjoy LMAO

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is a work of fiction and solely fiction. Any of the idols written and mentioned in this series would never take part in these actions, let alone stand by/condone them. The idols mentioned are merely used as characters and in no way am I saying that this is how they act in real life.

It didn’t take you too long to reach the building, faster than you actually expected. You had crossed a few other teachers, most older than you but respected you none the less.

You were tired and all you wanted to do was rest. You have gotten off a nineteen-hour flight, came straight home, learned what your delinquent soldiers did in your absence through the Dreamies, confronted a handful of students, reported back to 127 and had a mini-reunion with WayV. Some of the moments were more pleasant than others.

You rounded the corner and continued your way down the hallway, fatigue noticeable in your features but you forced yourself to stay awake just until you get to the dorms. You are more mentally and emotionally exhausted than anything else. A lot of it was because of what happened on your mission but you didn't want to talk about it.

You arrived in front of your office and sighed; you were going to prepare yourself for another issue before the day ended. However, you pause in front of the door when you hear chatter on the other side.

This confused you; no one should have access to your office or any higher-ups' offices for the matter. It was out of respect and privacy. Plus, you made sure it was locked, especially since the offices are secured with passcodes. The code bar on the side of the door was broken, insisting that someone had just broken it. If this was before you had arrived, someone would’ve noticed. This happened recently.

"We shouldn't be doing this, you know it's wrong."

"Doesn't matter," one whispered harshly, "you heard what he said, Captain Song could be onto us and our entire plan could be ruined.” You heard rummaging through drawers as you heard more sounds from further inside the room.

What was going on?

“Ezra, come on,” you heard another whisper from inside yet his voice was a lot quieter and was nearly inaudible. “Jihoon should be there any moment. Help Chris look through her stuff and tell us if you find anything useful.”

“I don’t understand why we didn’t do this when she first left,” you heard another groan, “we had two months and we’re doing this now? Not to mention Captain Song literally will arrive any minute-”

“Which is why you talk less and keep searching you idiot,” You recognized the voice as Hyunwoo’s, it was definitely next to Chan. “Look for anything that could look bad on her, take a picture then send it to Jihoon.” There was a pause. “Mh-hm.”

“Yeah, anything from weird documents, files, anything on Neo Culture that raise an eyebrow… just anything to frame her and make 127 think she’s the one that-”

You suddenly open the door, your eyes landing on four of five students you were supposed to talk to this afternoon. They all froze when they saw you, dropping whatever they had in their hands with their mouths agape.

“I’m the one that what?” You asked, your jaw clenched and your eyes are dark as ever, pure iciness emitting from them. “What the hell are you guys doing in my office?”

Your office was a mess when you looked around; paper and files sprawled across the floor, books and folders were thrown at every corner of the room. Your artifacts and nameplate were removed, the table in the middle right was turned over, the library where all your books of anatomy, fighting and strategic tactics were either on the floor, opened or misplaced on the shelves.

Some of them jumped at the sound of your booming voice, others fumbling on their words while looking at them. You were more shocked than anything. Your students, some of who you’ve been teaching for so long were the ones rummaging through all your stuff in search of something so important that they had to breach your privacy.

You were sick to your stomach, you weren’t even expecting this type of behaviour from them. That showed how much faith you had for them, hoping they’d change and finally mature into, one day, future and reliant soldiers. But now, Ezra was frozen in the middle of the room, his back faced to you while he was facing your office bureau, Chris was next to the library, a book now at his feet after dropping it while Chan was hunched behind your desk and Hyunwoo was crouched in front one of the drawers on your desk.

By their faces, you could tell that whatever plan they had backfired as soon as you stepped foot inside the room.

“I said, ‘what the hell are you guys in my office’” Your voice was a lot more hostile than before as you placed your hand on your holster, staring at the students in hostility and suspicion. The only information you had right now was, one, they broke into your office and two, they were talking about their plan that included you for some reason. You saw Chan’s eyes widen, the brunette with deep brown eyes obviously panicking.

You watched as Hyunwoo got back up from his crouched position, his eyes fixated on your gun. You clenched your jaw, your other hand going for your communicator, the one that every NCT member has where you’re able to communicate over a 30-mile range. You didn’t want to take any chances, especially since you were alone with four students who could overpower you if they tried hard enough.

Not to mention that you hoped that Hyunwoo didn’t find the hidden gun in your desk’s drawer. Even if it’s locked, you didn’t know what else they broke into.

You moved your gaze to Ezra, who had turned around when you asked what they were doing for the second time. Out of all of them, he was the one that was the most agitated. The one was looked torn between helping his friends in whatever business they had in your office and answering your question.

So you, being the person you are, picked on him. You had to figure out what they were doing and you were sure the three others weren’t going to tell you. You stared at the black-haired student with hazel eyes while keeping an eye on everyone else, the only disadvantage was that Chris was near the bookshelf, which was completely behind you as you stepped foot into the room. “Ezra.”

The nineteen-year-old jumped, not expecting you to talk to him first, especially since he’s the youngest out of the friend group. He started at you while his fingers were trembling. You almost felt bad, maybe you would’ve if they didn’t break into your office. “Y-yes?”

“What are you doing?” From the corner of your eye, you see Hyunwoo reach his hand down and pull out something just as fast, making you pull out your gun and point it at the youngest male. You see everyone’s eyes widen as Hyunwoo now pulls the gun on you, cocking in back, loading a bullet. You don’t mind the twenty-one year old, turning your head towards Ezra again, you calmly question, “Ezra, what do you guys have planned?”

“Don’t you fucking answer her, Ezra.” The older male growled lowly, his deep, gravel voice making the growl almost animalistic.

“Ezra,” you call his name once more which makes him look at you, “what are you guys doing-?”

“Shut up before I blow your brains out!” You were about to point out that the door was open, that it would be stupid for him to shoot you right in the open. That was until Chris closed it. You cursed under your breath as you were now running out of options.

You, however, kept your cool and turned your attention to the student with the gun pointed at you. “No, you won’t.”

Hyunwoo was caught off guard by your boldness, certainly baffled by the fact that you weren't fazed by someone holding a gun towards you. He shook his head for a few moments before ceasing, “and why not?” His voice made himself sound a lot tougher than he was but his body language was a completely different story. He was scared and nervous; never a good combo when holding a gun.

You scoffed under your breath, analyzing the current situation you’re currently in. “One; you shoot me, one, you won’t have anyone to frame in your little scheme. Two, that gun doesn’t have a silencer, meaning that in a one-mile radius, everyone in this very building and in the other ones will hear it and three, the gunshot will make the academy go into lockdown which means you and everyone here won’t have enough time to run before one of the higher-ups find you.” You list off while deadpanning.

“That’s why you can’t shoot me.”

You saw Hyunwoo think about what you said as you saw Chan move from the desk with his hands raised. He looked at you in plea, hoping you wouldn’t do anything to his younger friend. “Captain please, don’t shoot him.”

You rolled your eyes at this, “obviously should’ve thought of the consequences before breaking into my office.” You cocked the gun back, scaring both Ezra and Chan. “Now, what the hell are you guys doing in my office and what do you guys have planned?”

You weren’t stupid; you weren’t going to shoot the guy-- unless necessary-- you just needed the information about what the hell Jihoon was planning and what they were doing. You wouldn’t shoot Ezra to evoke fear out of his friends, it’ll give them more of a reason to attack you.

At which, you were at a complete disadvantage. Two of the students here, Ezra and Hyunwoo were amazing at hand to hand combat even if Ezra still lacks a soldier exterior and Hyunwoo was hot-headed and added tech genius. Chan was better with weapons as you’ve heard from Haechan, from a wide range of handguns and heavy-duty arms. You were fine right now since he didn’t have access to a gun. As for Chris, he was an extreme strategist and like the first two, great in hand-to-hand combat; him having the top grades in your class. You needed to look out for him, he was the biggest threat to you currently.

“Please, don’t shoot me.” You glanced at the youngest, seeing tears form in his eyes, “I’ll tell you--”

“Ezra!”

“I'll tell you,” he ignored Chris’s call and nodded his head, “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, just please, put the gun down.”

You shook your head and clicked your tongue, “can’t do that, not with Chris being behind me and Hyunwoo with a gun pointed to my head; you’re my only leverage.” You weren’t lying, you knew that as soon as the gun was off of him, Chris was going to attack you and the other two would join in.

At this point, you weren’t the ‘soft and nice’ version of yourself, you were the version of yourself that got you your position as Captain, the more ruthless and heartless version of yourself. Did you hate it? No. Do you wish that this situation never occurred? Of course.

“Okay, okay,” the youngest nodded his head while looking at you with teary eyes, “I’ll tell you but you need to promise you won’t hurt them.”

Chan sighed heavily, slowing going back to where he previously was next to Hyunwoo, “Ezra, stop talking--”

“Be quiet,” you hushed the other as you looked back at him, “if they don’t try anything, I won’t try anything. You have my word.”

They were students after all. They, in fact, are very that 127 or Dreamies found them rummaging through your things, hell, even WayV. They’re very much, actions first, ask questions later. Exactly the reason why all the Dreamies were in tier one (which is a story for another day) and why you’re sometimes so frustrated with half of 127, especially Taeyong (cue him telling Jisung it was okay to punch Jihoon). You were more of a gain more information now and see what you do with the person later.

Which was what you were currently doing.

“We’re trying to frame you,” he said as everyone around expressed sounds of disappointment and annoyance. He ignored them and continued, “we broke into your office to find any information about your mission or anything that could look bad on you.”

You lifted your eyebrows and waved your gun, urging him to continue as you know there's more to the story. “And who exactly were you going to give this information to? The higher-ups? Go as far as to give it Taeyong?”

Ezra glanced at his friends, who kept shaking their heads in disapproval. You saw him hesitate and now you were getting frustrated with the entire ordeal. To be honest, if it were any other day, you would’ve been fuming. However, you won't say you didn't see this coming; you weren’t surprised that they’re trying to frame you especially after Jihoon’s little speech.

“Ezra, do not waste my time.” You clenched your jaw and rasped out, “you and everyone here are already caught, there's no need to keep quiet unless you want me to call my backup right now,” you threatened. “You know, out of the Dreamies, Jisung is the most patient but even he punched Jihoon over stuff he said about me. How do you think everyone else will react when they find out that you broke into my office and were trying to frame me over whatever it is?”

You saw his face fall, even more than before, as he nodded his head but not convinced. You sighed again, your voice more straightforward than before, a mocking smirk on your face, “now if you think that’s bad, how do you think 127 will react… hell WayV is back and they have one of the top-ranked interrogators in China and South Korea.”

“Okay! Okay!”

You raised your eyebrow when he cracked further. You thought it was too easy, way too easy for a student in the second-tier. Then again, Xiaojun, Renjun and Jungwoo were pretty scary.

“Well then,” at this point, you were too focused on Ezra that you currently cared less about what the others were doing. Something you know will bite in your ass later. “Who were you going to sell or give the information to?”

“Ezra!” Chris yelled from behind you, making your head tilt towards the eldest in the room. His gaze was fixated on the youngest, his gaze sinking into his skull, “shut up.”

“No, he won't,” you snapped, fed up with their attempt to stopping him from telling you what you needed to know, “he agreed to confess to what you guys were doing, let him speak.”

“He didn’t agree to shit!” The messy blonde male yelled at you, his jaw visibly clenched, his hands stuffed into his pockets, “the only reason he’s talking is because you have a fucking gun to his head.”

You scoffed, using your other hand to point to Hyunwoo who was still pointing a gun to your head, “a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”

“The Dragons!” Ezra finally exploded, his voice rising, “Jihoon made a deal with them when you first left; he offered to tell them all the things he learned as a student as well as information they didn't have on you- so then we started looking for files that could help them figure out who you are since you aren’t in their database and Hyunwoo came across a file about your mission which was locked away really far since it took us about an hour to find something on you and he sent it to Jihoon. Basically, The Dragons found out who you were using the info and Jihoon and Hyunwoo’s help as a hacker, they found out what happened about whatever happened in Canada and so they are planning an attack tonight at midnight for revenge.”

Your eyes widen, shock overtaking your body. You didn’t even have time to think about the information learnt Chris ushered, “son of a bitch!”

And started attacking you.

You moved out of the way in time to avoid his kick but his foot hit your hand, knocking the gun out of your grasp and landing in Ezra’s hand. You ignored it and started attacking the person in front of you, finally considering him as a traitor.

They broke into your office, sold your information to NCT’s worst enemies and basically set up a hit on the base for midnight tonight? And you being the only one knowing about it since you practically forced it out of à student at gunpoint?

This was bad, you understood the absolute severity of the situation. Although 127 had men from all over SK and many allies, it was already six o'clock, there’s no way the allies were going to get here in time and decipher a plan of defence. That is if you don’t tell them right away. You need to take care of them first and at the same time, contact the members to alert them of the situation.

You knocked Chris’s punch away from you, ducking under his arm and striking him in the stomach. You turned around when you heard someone approaching you and deflecting the blow to your face with your forearm, taking Chan by surprise. You dodged his headbutt and hit him on the side of his stomach at which he didn’t flinch, only returning a hit to your shoulder. Although it landed, you didn’t bother worrying about it and avoided his chokehold. You pushed him off of you and moved away just in time for both males to run into each other in an attempt to combo attack you. Turning around, you see Hyunwoo running straight at you and knocked you on your back.

You let out a sharp puff of air, dazed for only a few seconds in time to use your arms to block the punches to your face. Quickly grabbing his arms, your bucked your hips towards the air and shot them to the right, throwing Hyunwoo to the side falling off of you.

You were suddenly being pulled from your foot, Chan pulling your away Hyunwoo. You pulled up while grabbing his arms and twisting them in hope that the pain would get him to let up. He only groans in pain but continues pulling you. Seeing as it wasn’t working, you tucked your other leg under the other one, in between his arms and pushing your foot on his stomach, creating enough force to knock him back and falling atop of the desk.

You hastily get back to your feet, only for someone to kick your back, making you tumble back on the floor. You moan at the pain in your lower back but roll away as soon as you see a foot above your face, nearly hitting you. You get back up but when a kick lands on your stomach, you're knocked straight into the bookshelf, a couple of books falling on top of you.

You stayed dizzy for a few seconds, your mind becoming fuzzy. You let out a quick sigh and through a punch to the nearest person approaching you. He falls to the floor as you move to your next target. You send a roundhouse kick to Chris, one that he ducks under but he isn’t fast enough to block upright kick, which was a blow to the shoulder.

Chan had quietly approached you from behind and put you in a chokehold, attempting to knock you out. You launch your head backwards and pry his fingers from your shoulders, pinning his arms behind his back, crouching behind him and use him as a shield from Hyunwoo who accidentally punches his gut.

You push him onto Hyunwoo, knocking them both on the floor. Just when you thought you were clear to use your communicator, you’re knocked to the side with someone sitting on top of you pining your arms over your head and starting punching you repeatedly on your face and chest. You struggle getting Chris off of you, his waist too far down to use your legs. You let out multiple groans of pain as you start seeing stars.

You snarl and rip your arms from his hand, pushing him off of you while throwing à punch to his jaw. You breathe heavily, your chest-thumping from both the already forming bruises and your racing heart.

You get on your knees, about to get back up when someone puts you in another chokehold. You’re not able to do anything when you’re suddenly hit on the head with what you presume to be the back of a gun.

Your entire vision starts to fuzz up, the dizziness and nauseous hitting you hard as the chokehold only gets tighter and tighter. You try prying his arm from your neck but eventually, you start slipping unconscious, the last words you hear resonate with you until you wake up.

"I'm sorry."

"No!"

The young girl slapped her hand across her mouth and tore her gaze away from the slightly opened door. You were in there, you were either hurt or even possibly... No, she wasn't going to think about that, not about your potential death. She knew you weren't, despite not able to see anything, she heard a loud thud, presumably your body. She knew what a stab sounded like as well as a gunshot, it couldn't have been either. Maybe it was your body hitting the ground, she couldn't tell.

Lia had heard everything, from the fighting to their plan; she knew that Jihoon was already on his way to The Dragons to give them whatever information they had on you, whether it was good or bad. Either way, she could accept that it’ll make the Dragons upset. She was so shocked that during the entire ordeal that she could just listen and gather as much information as possible before finding someone that could help.

And that time was now considering they heard her gasp.

She should've listened to her gut; she should have come sooner, everything could have been avoided or even interrupted if she had gone to get help. But her instincts told her to wait; she was now the only one who could warn the others about the plan now that you were unconscious. Her hand balled into a first as she leaned her back on the wall as quietly as she could. Her heart was racing and her mind thought of her training; she could do this, just had to be smart about it.

“You head that too right?” Chris whispered to Chan while panting heavily, “sounded it came from…” Lia’s eyes widened.

"Check how it is, if they run, both of you ran after them... make sure they don't get away."

The only thing that separated them was the door and she was moments away from being killed. She looked to her left; the pathway over there led to a dead-end, the only thing there was the rest of the Dreamies offices and if they had heard the entire fight like she had, they would've been here by now. The only reason Lia was in front of your office was that she was, to her denial, eager to talk to you about your mission. She thanks her lucky stars for her curiosity. To her right was the hallway she walked from, leading to a gateway of stairs that led to the second-floor lounge and an exit at the bottom of the steps, followed by a fire alarm.

If she could get there by running fast enough, she would be able to trigger it and run outside to the student evacuation zone and alert the military personnel. One shot, she told herself, I have one shot at this.

She braced herself and bolted seconds before they opened the door, a string of swear words leaving Chris's mouth. “Fuck! Lia!” Chris ran after her, gun took from Ezra while Chan followed suit, gun was stolen from you.

The brown-haired girl ran as fast as she could, her legs picking up the pace as the footsteps follow behind her. One shot, one shot, one shot, she kept repeating to herself. She heard the footsteps gain speed on her as she flew around the corner and pushed the door opened, jumping over the rail and onto the other set of stairs, glancing up to see both men already opening the door. Lia's heart sunk, were they that close to her? She shook her head and picked up the pace, scurrying down the stairs, almost jumping over sets of three before landing near the door.

"She's going outside!"

"Take the left to cut her off!"

“Come on,” her heart was racing as she glanced up again, this time seeing that their guns are drawn. Visibly panicking, Lia's hands fumbled on the fire alarm and finally pulled it, her hands now covered in dark blue ink and a loud, excruciating bell echoing through the halls and filling every room and pathway in all three buildings. Even if she wanted to go directly towards the teachers, that door was locked by a bio-passcode, she couldn't go through even if she wanted.

A hand landed on her shoulder and spun her around, a small yell ripping through the teen's throat, too quiet to be heard over the alarm. Chan groaned when she kicked his lower waist and inhaled sharply among the pain. Lia hastily opened the metal door and shut it as soon as Chris put his hand through to stop her, shutting on his fingers and amputating two, a string of anguished cries cutting through the thick and dense atmosphere surrounding the three. His fingers fell on the floor and bleed out, bone poking out of the severed organism.

Stumbling on her steps as a cold wind ran through her hair, Lia pushed her glasses up before taking off, the traitors collecting themselves before running after her a short while later.

The sun was setting as the alarm ran through the rooms, offices and hallways. Every student, whether asleep, socializing or studying got up upon the loud blaring sound. Some jumped while others only sighed and complained about a fire drill this late in the evening but still went out, some grabbing their coats. Some teachers glanced at the flashing light before their eyebrows raised in confusion but still went out nonetheless. They filled out of their dorms, libraries and practice rooms, teachers ushering them out while communicating with others, making sure no student was left behind.

Soon, the entire facility was vacant, save you still tied to your chair and unconscious. Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun, who had been walking back to their offices looked at the light and glanced at each other. They also wanted to stop by yours, figuring they haven't seen you since you came back but upon seeing the closed door, lack of noise and turned off light, they presumed you were already out.

“Did Taeyong or Mark even tell you guys we were running a drill?” asked Jeno while looking down the hall, "unless it was a last-minute thing, I didn't hear anything."

“No, it’s the first I’ve heard of it,” Renjun glanced at his com before asking, “hey, did any of you guys know?”

The rest of the Dreamies, including Mark, answered with a no. Jaemin glanced at the clock, “you don’t think one of the students pulled it, do you? A lot of them have tests tomorrow.”

“Don’t know,” Jeno shrugged while ruffling his hair, “we’ll have to search for anyone still inside, look for students with blue hands too.”

Blue hands. Each time someone pulled the fire alarm if it wasn’t set off in the official’s offices, would have stained blue hands to catch the culprits. Even if the perpetrator wore gloves, the ink could be seen with a UV light, any speckle could be seen either way.

“Hey guys,” Renjun spoke again in his comm, “Jeno, Jaemin and I will check the student quarters, can you guys check levels one and two?”

“Already cleared,” Mark’s voice came through with a sigh, “waiting outside right now. To our knowledge, only a handful of students are missing and 127 are coming out, WayV already here-- have you seen (Y/n)?”

The Dreamies looked at your office they had just passed, Renjun looking under the door to make sure the light was off. "No, we haven't. We just got on the third floor when the alarm started so I'm guessing she's already out if not going right now. Either way, she's not in her office."

Jaemin had a feeling, it wasn't remotely bad, it was just odd. Wouldn't he have heard you leave the room? Maybe you never came here in the first place... but you would've if that meeting with Jihoon and his friends still happened but considering the closed door and turned off lights, he presumed that it had already finished. Or so he hoped.

“Copy,” Mark answered before deactivating, "don't be too long." He lowered her wrist before looking at the soldiers behind him. The students were in the evacuation zone, instructed to stay whenever a fire or emergency were to occur. Quiet murmurs were among them but not too loud to be annoying.

Six students were missing, five of them being the group of delinquent boys and one of them being Min Lia, the youngest student in Neo Culture. She should be here by now, Mark knew that she would’ve been the first to be out, considering she’s one of the most prominent students here despite being young. He had the chance to work with her before and after you left; Lia reminded him so much of you, especially when fighting. You both had the same style and technique despite hers before undeveloped, it was there. You both were also strategic. He only hoped to see him in a few moments. You as well.

Mark proceeded to look at Lucas and Yangyang, both WayV members with him at the time the alarm ran out. “Jaemin, Renjun and Jeno are checking the student quarters to see if anyone’s left.”

“Alright but I doubt they have any luck finding anyone,” Yangyang sighed, “no matter where you are in the building, those alarms are loud, everyone should be here.”

“Better to be safe than sorry I guess,” Lucas looked over the crowd, “I might not know every student here but the field is pretty filled.” Before he could explain further, Taeyong had walked out the west side doors.

Once they had all arrived, sun still setting in the background with a brisk wind ruffling their hair, Taeyong looked around before voicing out, “there’s no fire.”

The members dawned in a state of wonder before Taeyong regained control, “checked the cams, no smoke, no blaze, nothing. Either it was a prank or it was deliberately set off.”

“Why would someone deliberately pull the alarm?” Sungchan asked with raised eyebrows, “unless you think it was an attack from the inside.”

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking.”

"But who?" Questioned Jisung, "they wouldn't do that... I can't think of anyone who could..."

He stopped himself upon realizing that they were some students that could set the fire alarm, that he had been wrong. Before saying anything else, Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun all walked out and joined upon seeing all of them gathered together. Jeno was the first to speak, bringing everyone to pay attention, "no students are in their quarters, completely vacant."

"That means no one should be in the buildings," Doyoung whispered with an unsatisfied tone, "but that's not right."

"How so?"

"Six students are missing," Chenle answered, looking around him before his gaze landed on Mark. "Nearly all of them should've been with (Y/n) at the time of the alarm." A silence fell over the personnel, their eyes scanning the group.

"Then where is she?" Kun was the first to voice, eyebrows scrunched. "She should've been here by now."

"That's the thing," Jeno said with a heavy air to his tone, "her office lights were killed, there's no way she could be there. IF she was, the other boys would be there too but the room was completely silent."

"Then where the hell is she?" No one could answer Ten's question, minds scattering to come up with an answer. They didn't know where you were and what's scarier is that they didn't know if the delinquents, who are now traitors unbeknownst to their knowledge, were with you or somehow connected.

"Who else is missing?"

"Min Lia," Mark looked at Taeil, jaw clenched, irritation behind his eyes. "Her and (Y/n) are close, wouldn't be shocked if they were together."

"So you're telling me that not only if the captain of D.R.E.A.M.S is missing but six students are along with her? Five of them wreaking havoc during her absence?" Yuta ran a hand on his mouth, "did anyone try calling her?"

"Numerous times yeah," Haechan nodded with a click to his tongue, "hasn't responded since the last time I've called her."

“The passcode bar was broken,” Jaemin suddenly rushed out and shared with the group, eyes widening as he cursed under his breath, “wasn’t broken before she got here.”

"Call a code yellow," Taeyong ordered as soon as his suspicions were made clear, although he hoped he was wrong. His hand was already on his holster when he looked at the annoyed students pacing, waiting to go back inside. "Six students and a captain missing despite the alarm pulled and put a code white on the five boys, someone pulled that fire alarm intentionally and I don't think it was any of the second tiers."

As if nothing could get worse, two gunshots rang out from outside near the center of the academy, not too far from the evacuation zone. Everyone ducked in case of an oncoming bullet, screams and cries from students disturbed the once irritated atmosphere and it quickly induced fear and panic in the younger classmates. Taeyong was the first to react, drawing his gun and hooking his com in his ear, knowing that whatever's happening was much bigger than he thought.

The General yelled commands over the yells, “WayV go inside and look for any threats and search every room, including those who are barricade with passcodes. 127, secure the perimeter and Dreamies, escort the students to the bunker and then I want Jeno and Haechan helping WayV look for any threats while the rest of you are on cams. Report back immediately if anything happens, I want eyes and ears on everything, understood?”

"Understood."

"Go now!”

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Need You Now | Satan x f!reader

Fandom: Obey Me! Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.600 Genre: Smut | Slice of Life | Romance | Fluff Additional tags: Breath play | Fingering | Double penetration | slight Voyeurism | Hair pulling | Dirty talk Summary: Who knew a trip to a library will bring you this far? Notes: And here it is. At long last! I wanted to post this yesterday on his birthday, but didn’t find the chance, so here it is. One day later, but not less filthier asdfghjkl I apologize ahead if there are mistakes left cause I’m running on time, but I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

If there was one thing you knew, it was that libraries in the human world held nothing against the Royal Library in Devildom. Not even infamous Tianjin Binhai and Alexandria libraries could measure up to it. With many floors beneath the surface, Royal Library was one of the most stunning libraries you had ever seen. It made you wonder how in the whole wide world, Celestial Realm and Devildom did Satan get a job in this one. Then again it was Satan we were talking about. He could devour book after book with no stopping, knowing of things you didn’t even know existed just like you didn’t know demons and hell really existed.

Which was why you were currently gaping at the bookshelf after the bookshelf while Satan was calmly walking in front of you. As someone who loves books and even has a small share of them at home, this felt like living in a dream. It was too good to be true. You pinched yourself into the same place as you did ten times before and no wonder a small redness was already visible.

Not hearing your footsteps behind, Satan stopped and turned. He raised an eyebrow when he saw you peeking behind a bookshelf, eyes unable to stay in one place for long before you walked to the next bookshelf and repeated the same thing. He let out a silent sigh and shook his head, unsure how to keep you distracted.

“You know,” you began slowly when you finally stopped by his side. Your eyes were still all around the place, still unsure where to look before you finally looked at him. “I love this place. Tell me, is there a house built in? An apartment? If you say yes, I’d believe you without checking the facts.” you said ever so seriously and Satan believed you.

“I must disappoint you, but there are no apartments in this library.” He chuckled. “Rooms for staff yes, but nothing else.” He began walking once more, but this time you followed right away. “Each floor has three rooms for staff. One on each side and one in the middle. Makes it a better help when searching for books.”

“Okay, but how many … demons are working here?” you asked.

“Too many; but then again there are always at least two by the counters beside those rooms, at least three inside to prepare books if you check them over the computer you saw on the ground floor and there’s always at least five returning the books to their right places.” He explained and you nodded intently. “Although lately, especially in the floors beneath the surface, we’re trying with a different approach to return the books. It’s something similar to the Harry Potter wizarding world.”

Your eyes widened at that. “You mean like magic?” you wiggled your fingers in front of your face and Satan laughed, nodding. “What about Little D’s?”

“They’re mostly behind in the archive, but they’re also looking if the books went to the right place.” He answered and stopped in front of the elevator. “If you wish we can check it out later.”

“I’d love to!” you agreed without hesitation.

Satan smiled at your enthusiasm before you walked inside the elevator. “I hope you don’t have other things to do today. It could prolong too late.”

“Don’t worry,” You waved with a hand. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you wrapped your arms around yourself, smiling. “If I could, I'd live in a library.”

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow, curious. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” With a shrug you followed Satan out when you reached the second floor. Your eyes widened, feeling like you just stepped into a castle instead. Shaking your head, you paced to Satan’s side, continuing; “I love books. I have two bookshelves back in the human world. I want more of course.” you grinned.

“So what kind of books are to your taste?” Satan asked as you walked down the hallway.

You kept looking around, almost missing his question. “Criminal, sci-fi, stories based on real events are cool too.” You murmured and stopped when you spotted a sofa chair amongst all those bookshelves. “Are you kidding me?” you looked at Satan, scowling. “You guys can literally sleep here on those chairs and no one would bat an eye?”

Satan looked behind you and smiled. “Sleep over the night no, but something similar.”

“You guys are no fun.” You pouted before you continued your way. “Hey, since I’m here, can I look around?” you asked, pointing behind yourself.

“Sure,” he nodded and before he could say anything else, you were long gone. Satan stood there, in the middle of the hallway, watching your fast decreasing form with wide eyes. He laughed, shaking with his head and continued with his work.

Stretching your arms, you straightened on the sofa chair you were sitting. With legs beneath you and book on your lap, you completely lost track of time. Checking the time on your D.D.D the corners of your lips twitched when you saw a couple of messages from Satan. The last one seemed to be from a couple of minutes ago, asking for a second time about your whereabouts. Feeling guilty for not responding, you decided to call him instead, after all, you didn’t exactly send him where you were in this big library.

It only rang once, when he picked it up.

“Where are you?”

Smiling nervously, you looked around. “Among … history, I think?”

“You think? I’ve been trying to contact you for the last hour, sending you message after message only to get no response. I was ready to overthrow the whole library.”

“I’m sorry!” you were quick to apologize. “I just got so absorbed into the book that it completely slipped my mind to text you where I’m at.” Placing a paper among the pages, you closed the book and stood up, but not before putting on your shoes. “Where are you? I’ll meet you halfway.” You said and looked around, noticing no one around.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there quickly.”

You pouted. “Then I’ll look around a bit if you don’t mind.”

Satan chuckled. “I don’t. But try to be in a visible place.”

“Aye, aye sir!” you were grinning from ear to ear. Hanging up, you placed the phone on top of the book before you disappeared among the bookshelves once more.

You were humming to yourself when you felt hands on your waist. Your eyes widened and you turned your head enough to see blond hair. Satan was leaning his forehead on your shoulder, his grip tightening until you were sure it would leave marks in its wake.

“Satan?” you called quietly, softly and tried to turn, but he didn’t budge. “What’s wrong?” you asked worried and narrowed your eyebrows.

The moment his lips brushed against your skin, you remembered the incident with syrup. You blinked, but before you could speak, Satan bit on your shoulder. You flinched and the moment you took a step forward, Satan pushed you, caging you between his arms and bookshelf. You barely caught yourself only to be turned around and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. Your eyes were wide at his actions that seemed rushed and needy. Your cheeks heated up in a second when you felt a familiar sensation in your stomach.

“I’m sorry…” Satan panted, his warm breath tickling your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine as you tried to control your sudden need for more.

“I-I’ll explain everything, but I need you right now…” his grip tightened before he nibbled on your neck, leaving a small bruise behind.

You unconsciously shut your eyes and parted your lips, a silent moan escaping. With one hand, Satan held your chin and turned it his way, his lips capturing yours while with the other he began to grope your chest. You felt something wrap around your leg.

“Can-can I?” Satan stuttered.

You found yourself nodding and Satan wasted no time to press himself closer to you. You felt his hardness through your clothes and unconsciously ground yourself against him, wanting more. The kiss was anything but soft and gentle. It was needy and rushed. He was holding you by your shoulders before he sneaked one of his hands down your arm and thigh.

Feeling goosebumps on your arms, you shiver when his hand sneaked under the vintage dress that you’re wearing. He half groaned, half moaned into the kiss when he felt your panties already damp and you felt your cheeks grow hot because now he knew. He could feel what he was doing to you. Placing hands on his shoulders, you supported yourself from falling to the floor because the next moment he pressed a finger to your heat, making you gasp in anticipation.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” Satan cursed when he pulled away and it only dawned on you in that same moment he already had one finger inside. He looked into your eyes. “Is this your first time?” he breathed out as he pulled the finger back out, rubbing at your clit instead.

You moaned at the loss, but shook with your head. “Well…” you began, but stopped. You were the first to avert your gaze, feeling embarrassed to admit it. “I-I tried d-different things.” You stuttered and moaned when every once in a while he slid his finger inside. His fingers felt completely different than yours did. It felt so much better. He was already filling you with just one. How much fuller will you be when he penetrates you?

Leaning closer, Satan began to trail his kisses down your jaw and beneath and then to your neck, making it almost impossible to focus on anything else. You closed your eyes, your fingers going through his blond hair that felt so soft to the touch. Adding another finger, you gripped his hair tighter when you felt something wrap around your panties and tear them apart. Eyes widening, you looked down and bit your lower lip, seeing his tail forming and twirling around your waist.

“Does it bother you?” Satan spoke, his lips peppering your shoulders.

You shook your head and he cursed silently when his fingers easily slipped inside.

“You’re so wet…” he growled, gritting his teeth. “Does it turn you on to see my tail?”

You felt the tail wrap itself around your waist harder, its sharpness almost prodding through the dress and into your skin. You were dripping over his fingers, but couldn’t find it in yourself to care more than you did for the fact that you wanted more. More of his touch, more of him.

“Tell me …” Satan whispered against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “What did you do? How did you do it?”

“M-mostly w-with fingers—” You gasped when his fingers went deeper inside you.

“And?” he growled, relishing at watching your expression.

“P-pillow!” you stuttered with a moan following right behind. “Fuck, Satan!” you gripped on his upper arms, biting your lower lip.

“Did you do it since you came to Devildom?” he asked, his green eyes focused solely on you.

You parted your lips, panting as your hips rocked against his hand, wanting more friction. A whine escaped you when he stilled his movements, which made you look at him with tears brimming in your eyes.

“Answer me, kitten.”

“Yes!” you nodded rapidly. “I-I did it here a-as well!” you stuttered, cheeks hot both from embarrassment and lust that was overwhelming you each second more. “I-I wanted to do it with you so much…” you admitted and widened your eyes when you realized what you just spoke.

Satan stilled completely, his own eyes wide as he stared at you. The edges of his tail prodding through your dress and digging into your skin. It was wrapped around you possessively, marking you with its sharp edges like it wanted you to remember to whom you belonged.

You covered your face and moaned at the loss of his fingers inside you when he pulled them out and grabbed your hands instead. He pried them off your face and you realized his cheeks were dark.

“You have no idea how long I waited to hear this.” He was the first to break the silence only to capture your lips with his, shoving you against the bookshelf. His hands gripped yours tight as his tongue slipped into your mouth, deepening the kiss. He released your hands soon after and you went with fingers through his hair, tugging on the edges, making him moan.

He grinded against you and you could feel his bulge which made you grind back, trying to match up with him. This time you didn’t care if someone heard you, because the next moment he was sliding into you painfully slowly, relishing at every gasp and moan that left your lips as your fingers dug into his scalp.

“Fuck, you’re so tight …” he growled against your lips. Once completely inside you, he stopped to let you adjust before he began to move slowly. He raised one of your legs for better access and you let him.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking up into the ceiling. There was pain, but it slowly turned into pleasure and you wanted more. “F-faster, please…” you whispered and Satan complied.

His thrusts became faster, slamming into you harder. His hands were on your waist, trying to keep you in place as his tail trailed up your side, swiping itself over your lips. You parted them and it slipped inside. You shut your eyes, moaning around his tail, completely oblivious to green eyes that watched you. Your walls clenched around his cock and Satan groaned. He leaned down and nibbled on your neck, leaving a small bruise in its wake.

“I-I was always-ah thinking of you …” you moaned.

“Y-yeah?” Satan stuttered. “What were you thinking? What was I doing to you?”

Your cheeks heated up. "Y-you took me from be-behind while I was supporting my-self on the w-wall." you stuttered.

Satan leaned forward and began to kiss your neck and collarbones. "What else?" He whispered, taking his time in pleasuring you as his thrusts became rather painfully slow and teasing.

"You-you used fingers y-you make me c-come t-two times in a row…" you gasped when he stilled completely inside, his cock reaching even deeper. His tail wrapped itself around your neck, making it slightly harder to breathe, but not enough to make you unconscious. You shut your eyes, your walls clenching around his cock more than before.

"You like that?" Satan asked as his tail tightened its grip just a bit harder.

You parted your lips, moaning in answer.

"What a filthy girl you are." He snarled and began to pound into you, taking you by surprise. You yelped and held onto his shoulders, unable to hide your moans and pants, your nails digging into his shirt.

"If you won't stay quiet someone will come to check." He said against your lips. "But maybe that's what you want," he gritted his teeth; "since you're swallowing me more than you possibly can." His tail lessened it's grip around your neck and it trailed down, sliding along his cock.

Your eyes shot wide open when it slid inside along his cock. "Satan!" You hissed his name, tensing at the sudden penetration.

Satan began to pamper you with kisses on your cheeks, over the tears that escaped. You panted, trying to relax, but it was hard because he began to move slow, yet stilling every now and then. You leaned your forehead on his shoulder, unconsciously biting into the soft material beneath, as pain began to turn into pleasure and you soon started to beg for more. And Satan gave in.

Watching your expression filled with nothing but pleasure edged him on. He reached for your hands, fingers intertwining as he leaned them on each side of your head on the bookshelf behind you. He completely ignored the book that fell down by your feet.

"Shit!" You cursed, feeling you were close. "Shit, shit, shit…" you painted and Satan paced up, his pants, hot breath mixing with yours. "I'm so close, Satan. Please!" You begged and looked at him with tears in your eyes.

"I'm close too, kitten. S-so close." He whispered and when he felt your walls tighten around his cock, he pulled you into a kiss that prevented you from moaning even louder. He didn’t want to have more company than there already was. With a few more thrusts he was quick to follow you, stilling inside you completely. He grunted with eyes shut and it was your turn to pamper him with kisses along his face, a small smile breaking on your lips.

Satan mirrored it, pulling you into another kiss that was gentle, soft to touch.

After you both caught your breath, Satan pulled out of you and you felt his cum dripping down your thigh. A shiver ran down your spine at the odd feeling, but frowned when you saw Satan was staring at you. He was quick to dress himself and thankfully you wore a dress so you didn't need much fixation aside from your hair.

"What?" You asked, head tilted on the side, trying to ignore the slick on your thighs that freely ran down.

"Have you checked the books you wish to bring along?" He asked like the two of you just didn't have sex between the bookshelves.

"I don't need any." You smiled and reached for his hand that he didn't hesitate to take. He raised it and pressed a kiss on the back, smiling as he stared directly into your eyes.

Your cheeks heated up, but your head snapped towards the footsteps that were coming closer. Your heart paced up and Satan chuckled as he pulled you closer and turned you both around so he managed to hide you completely. Peeking over his shoulder, you spotted a Little D with green horns. Your eyes widened, recognizing it.

“What?” Satan’s voice was slightly harsh, directed at the Little D, who didn’t seem to be bothered by it. As a matter of fact it looked slightly disappointed, which confused you.

His green eyes stared at Satan before they focused on you. Blinking a couple of times, he turned and left, not a word spoken.

“What was that?” you murmured more to yourself than to Satan.

Satan pursued lips into a thin line. You looked at him and he couldn’t resist kissing you on the lips. Your eyes widened at his gesture and his lips turned into a smirk.

“Don’t pay attention to him.” he said, his fingers intertwined with yours, giving your hand a small squeeze.

You hummed and tilted head to the side. “Why?” you asked, looking at him. “I wanted to talk with him.” you pouted and Satan laughed.

“You’ll have many chances later.” he pulled you to his side, his tail wrapping itself around your waist.

Your breath hitched before you felt something being put over your shoulders. Your eyes widened seeing it was his jacket and you looked at him confused.

“For your dress.” he mumbled under his breath, his cheeks turning into a darker shade.

You blinked and looked down, seeing it was slightly torn around your waist. Covering your face, you couldn’t stop the heat from spreading over your cheeks and ears, remembering how his tail felt around you. You buried your face into his chest, hands clinging on his shirt as you groaned. He chuckled, kissing top of your head.

“Come on, let’s go back.”

“What about the books and your work?” you were confused.

The corners of his lips twitched into a teasing smile and it dawned on you.

You gaped at him and you slapped his arm. "I can't believe you!" You hissed, feeling the embarrassment three times more. "We could've gotten caught!"

"But we didn't." He said. Who was he to tell you that you had a small company towards the end? "Also it's been one of my many ideas to try out." He admitted and added; "Don't deny it wasn't yours either." when you were about to argue.

You closed your mouth, unable to say anything, because he was right. It was indeed one of your many ideas to go through with. Letting out a sigh, you shook with your head, murmuring; "Can't believe you did this to me." more to yourself.

Satan's chuckle reached your ears and you slapped his arm once again, trying to glare at him, but unable to do so for long. It was something you came to realize soon after you arrived into Devildom. You had an abnormal weak spot for the Avatar of Wrath.

"So," Satan woke you from your thoughts. "Where do you want to try next time?"

Blinking, you stared at him before you burst into laughter. "If I say Diavolo's throne would you dare?" You smirked.

It was a joke, you wanted to say. But the way his expression remained serious and rid of any emotions as he thought it through sent a chill down your spine. It was of excitement and not of being terrified that you even came up with that idea. Instead of saying anything you continued to remain silent as you waited for his response.

Satan blinked at you before he leaned down and whispered into your ear; "Well if you truly wish to do that, who am I to tell you no? Do you think he'd notice?"

#Obey Me Satan #Obey Me Satan x reader #Satan x reader #Obey Me! Shall we date #smut #safrinawrites #Obey Me oneshot #Obey me fanfic #oneshot

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skzandateezwrecked · 4 years

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THANK U (part 3)

Genre: angst, fluff

Group: Ateez

Member: Jung Wooyoung

Summary: Badboy!Wooyoung asks you to be his fake girlfriend to make himself seem less available to others. Would you accept it?

Word Count: 1.6k words

(a/n) part 3 is finally here! i am so sorry for the long wait. i’ll do my best to be more consistent with my writing and posting from now on. thank you all for the support! i’m so sorry if this part seems kinda rushed; i wanted to get it done asap but i promise the next part will be worth it! enjoy!

tags: (idk how to do this, i’m still fairly new hehe) @pou-noikiazeis-to-oneiro

part 1, part 2

Not going to lie, you were nervous. It’s 2:00 PM and you were supposed to meet this person at 3:00 PM and you had just finished taking a shower. Why are you so worried about what he thinks of you? Why are you picking out a cute romper to wear from your closet? Why are you putting on makeup? To top it all off, why are you so nervous? You have not seen this dude in over a year, surely your feelings for him should have diminished by now... right?

It’s now 2:30 and you had just left your house to walk to the park. It only takes 15 minutes to get there but you decided to arrive a bit early just so you can mentally prepare yourself. You don’t know why you’re being like this. It’s not like you guys ended your friendship on a really bad note. It was just a mere argument that led the two of you to ignore each other and eventually drift apart. You don’t even remember what it was about.

When you arrived at the park, you looked for the big oak tree which had leaves that formed a heart shape through its shadow. That was the spot. The spot that held so many good memories, laughs, and late night conversations. You smiled to yourself at the bittersweet memory.

As you were approaching the tree, you saw that someone was already sitting down and leaning against the base of its bark. The closer you walked to the tree, the more you can make out that person’s face. He was here early as well.

He was wearing a navy blue sweater and black pants with a beret to match. His camera strap is wrapped around his neck as he is looking down on his phone.

Damn, I’m really going to talk to him again, huh? You thought.

“Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin looked up from his phone and locked his eyes with yours.

“Y-Y/n... Hi, how’ve you been?”

You smiled and sat next to him. You and Hyunjin met at a work party hosted by your parents back in elementary school, but didn’t start talking to each other until the both of you entered middle school. Hyunjin’s father is the president of JYP Enterprises and is good friends with your parents.

“I’ve been good, how about you? I see you brought your little Hyuncam with you,” You chuckled. “Hyuncam” is the name you gave Hyunjin’s camera back in middle school. “Hahaha, yeah. You know I can’t leave the house without it,” He replied.

“So um, what is the exact reason that you wanted to meet with me? I know that it’s not just to talk about the uh, deal. You could have approached me in school about that,” You said.

“Do you really want to know?” Hyunjin asked and you nodded.

“I just wanted to see you. I miss you, like a whole lot. I miss the times we have spent together and I’m not sure if you feel the same way about me, but life has been kinda boring since you and I stopped hanging out. I guess, when I found out about the agreement you have with Wooyoung, I thought that it would be a good excuse for me to talk to you again,” Hyunjin replied.

“I miss you too...” You whispered, just barely enough for him to hear. “Wait, how did you find out about that anyway?” You asked.

“Right, about that. When I saw you and Wooyoung holding each other’s hands at the hallway the other day, I knew something was up. You’ve complained about him and Ateez so many times before, it was strange to see you and him together. alsoimighthavebeenkindajealousbuthat’snotthepointrightnow ANYWAY-”

“Wait, what?”

“Hm? Oh nothing. Anyway I kinda followed you two to the librar- yes I am aware that it’s very Joe Goldberg of me, stop looking at me like that!” Hyunjin rolled his eyes playfully and continued on to his story. “I stood behind the bookshelf that your guys’ table was in front of and I um, heard your conversation,” Hyunjin finished and looked up to meet your eyes.

“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” You finally said. It was silent for a while before you spoke up again. “Can we talk about how uh, our friendship kinda... ended? Like what happened, dude? You and I were doing so well and having so much fun.”

“How badly do you want to know?” Hyunjin asked.

“Bad enough to the point where it’s been eating me alive and I can’t even count the amount of times I stayed up at night thinking about what went wrong,” You looked at Hyunjin with sad, pleading eyes.

“I caught feelings,” Hyunjin admitted. “I don’t know when exactly, but I was afraid about what could happen if you found out and... I don’t know, I thought that if you and I stopped talking for a bit then I would lose those feelings for you,” Hyunjin continued and looked down. “But I never did...”

“Wait, are you saying you liked me? Dude! I liked you too what the hell,” You said. You were completely oblivious to the last sentence he had said.

“Hold on, we liked each other at the same time?” Hyunjin asked in confusion.

“That’s literally what I just said my dude,” You laughed. You didn’t want to tell him that you are currently unsure about you felt about him, romantically at least.

You two started smiling to yourselves, each thinking about what could have happened if the both of you had acted upon your feelings.

“What do you say we get out of here and get some boba? For old times sake,” You suggested.

“Let’s do it!”

Two hours later and you and Hyunjin were both on your fourth cup of boba. How your guys’ bladders could handle that much liquid whilst laughing your butts off is still a mystery. You and Hyunjin spent those two hours to the fullest; exploring the city and revisiting favorite spots that brought back fun memories.

It was getting dark so Hyunjin decided to walk you home. The two of you started to talk the memories you had missed out together.

“Dude! Remember that time last year when the entire freshmen broke into the campus pool? That would have been a BLAST if you and I had gone together,” You said.

“Holy shit dude you’re right! OH! And do you remember whe-”

“Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice interrupt Hyunjin.

“Oh, hey Wooyoung! What are you doing here?” You asked. Wooyoung’s car was parked right in front of your house. It looks like he’s been waiting a while.

“I came to pick you up. There’s a party at Seonghwa’s and I heard that Clarissa’s going, so I need you. You weren’t answering your phone so I figured you were out so I’ve been waiting for you,” Wooyoung said. His glare towards Hyunjin was barely unnoticeable. You finally checked your phone which you didn’t realize you haven’t been using since you arrived at the park a few hours prior and sure enough when you opened it, there were tons of texts and missed phone calls all from Wooyoung.

“I’m so sorry, I haven’t been checking my phone,” You said.

“Yeah, clearly,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. Why in the world was he so pissed? “So, are you coming or not?”

“I’m exhausted Woo, maybe next time?” You suggested.

“We have a deal, Y/n. I’m not sure if you remember it. Also, you can’t go out running around town with other guys. That’s going to make people suspicious,” Wooyoung said.

“I was with an old friend! And for the record, you don’t own me and you can’t tell me what to do.” You started to argue.

“Alrightttt I think this is my cue to leave,” Hyunjin finally spoke up, breaking the tension that was lingering in the air.

“No, Hyunjin. Stay. At least for the night. My parents are out of town and you still have some clothes in the guest bedroom. I don’t want to force you, though,” You said.

“Oh, yeah sure. My parents are out of town as well and I could use the company,” Hyunjin agreed.

Wooyoung looked back and forth between the two of you and scoffed. “Alright, I see how it is. Enjoy fucking each other all night since you guys apparently have the house all to yourselves,” And with that, Wooyoung went back inside his car and drove off.

“What’s up with him?” Hyunjin asked.

“Who knows?” You answered. “Let’s head on inside?”

After eating Chinese take-out for dinner, you and Hyunjin decided to get ready for bed and spend the night watching movies and playing video games.

“So... what do you say we act on Wooyoung’s suggestion?” Hyunjin smirked.

“Wait what.”

“What.”

It was now 11:30 PM and you and Hyunijn were on your 9th round of UNO. You two had planned to binge-watch The End of the Fucking World, but that was now long forgotten and only contributed to background noise.

As you were about to scream “UNO” since you were down to your last two cards, your phone started ringing. You checked to see who it was and it was Seonghwa.

“Yes, Seonghwa?” You said. It’s quite late, why would Seonghwa be calling you?

“Y/n? It’s Yunho. Seonghwa is in the ambulance right now with Wooyoung. We’re headed to your house right now to pick you up and go to the hospital,” Yunho sounded like he has been crying.

“Wait what? What happened? Are Seonghwa and Wooyoung okay? Why are they in an ambulance?” You asked. You started thinking about all the different kinds of scenarios that could have happened, but nothing could prepare you to what Yunho was about to say.

“Wooyoung got stabbed.”

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kinetic-elaboration · 3 years

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July 17: 2x26 Assignment: Earth

Finally finished up S2 of TOS yesterday. That was... a rough episode tbh. I’m just gonna say it: back door pilots are bad! They’re bad. If I wanted to watch that other show, I’d watch it.

Wow, they’re just really jumping right in, huh? “Here we are, on a routine mission into the past, using a time travel method that we invented nbd.”

Investigating desperate problems in the year 2020...2016.... no wait 1968.

Ooh, Spock in the transport room today. Does he have a whole extra random station there? That’s so weird; I’ve never seen that before. It’s like hidden in the corner.

Cat!! Cat!!

What a good actor. I’m still bitter that wikipedia has a whole section about the casting for “Isis the cat” that talks entirely about the human who played Isis for 2 minutes and nothing about the talented feline actor. Where did they find her? How did they teach her to act?

She has a lot of thoughts about Kirk.

I wrote down “Scully, you’ve got to see this” in my notes and I’ve already forgotten what it refers to lol. Some moment that I thought would fit well with my favorite x-files meme.

Change history, you say? Spock is intrigued. ...Admittedly, Spock is often intrigued.

“What if it turns out you’re an invading alien from the future?” Honestly...let him invade. You’re not supposed to be here anyway.

I’m pretty insulted by this. The aliens went through all this trouble to help in 1968...where are our alien helpers NOW?

The cat straight up attacked his face.

Kirk is so fond of Spock being fond of the cat.

“It’s a lovely animal. I feel myself strangely drawn to it.”

Kirk is way too confused by Seven--an allegedly human person with super-human abilities that he says come from aliens--and yet, he’s met Charlie X so??? Is this not the same?

Kirk’s got the whole crew checking in on zoom.

(I actually do like this sequence of him getting video calls from different parts of the ship.)

“Weren’t orbiting H-bombs a huge problem in 1968?” Looks at the camera like he’s on The Office. Not the subtlest bit of writing in the “social commentary” genre. I do say this with love, though. I always enjoy when they comment on contemporary problems.

“He has a totally perfect body.” Lol don’t distract these two bisexuals.

[soft meowing]

“The prisoner has escaped.” The way this is shot, it looks like he’s talking about the cat.

Hmm, I do love the decor. Very 60s. This honestly immediately feels like a different show, and a much more dated show; even when the Enterprise time travels, it tends not to time travel to... office space.

Love the little sounds the computer makes.

So is Isis supposed to be one of the fancy aliens? It’s never explained but one must assume she is.

Aw, he’s petting her paw.

So I assumed the cats sounds are real, but just dubbed. They’re not lol. Which I guess isn’t surprising: this cat makes a lot of noises! They were provided by a human voice actress.

Damn.... I want a secret bookshelf that turns around to reveal a super computer with a big screen. “Computer... play Netflix.”

That’s what Seven does in his spare time.

The computer is an AI. “Beta 5 snobbery” lol.

Where are OUR alien overlords to stop US from destroying ourselves before WE can mature into a peaceful society?

This is really masterful exposition lol. Not forced or awkward at all.

ST sure does love the snooty female computer trope.

“Get us the proper costumes.” Yes, get Spock his Requisite Hat.

Omicron IV....that’s one of the names they use in Futurama lol. Such nerds.

Another excellent Spock Hat.

I love Seven’s various IDs. Great style. I wish my driver’s license looked like those.

“Who do you think you are?” He hasn’t decided yet. That’s why he was shifting through his IDs.

Seven is not smart lol. Like, he should have figured out way faster that this lady isn’t one of the Alien Overlords. He asks her the code question, she doesn’t understand it, and he... assumes she’s just really in character? Dude, that’s what the code questions are for!!! To help you identify people! Otherwise you could just straight up ask: are you an alien?

Instead he’s like “oh, you silly alien, you’re playing with me,” and then is forced to trap her, reveal his whole mission, and ultimately ensnare her in his plan.

I want that typewriter. Voice recognition typewriter.

"My incompetence has made you aware of very secret devices." Well at least he knows.

Trained cat!

The alien overlords were killed in a random car accident. That’s ironic.

Oh look, a real rocket!

Brown pants + short sleeved shirt + tie is such a Classic 60s look.

This security guard doesn’t think it’s weird that this random dude has a cat with him? Is this part of Isis’s alien power?

Except for the part where it’s a weapon, it’s pretty cool to see all this build up to, like... launching stuff into space. Exciting.

Isis likes to be on shoulders. Just like Little Guy.

New hat for Spock. His outer wear hat, and now his fancy hat. There is something to be said for this ep, and that is Kirk and Spock in suits.

Amazing how they literally launched rockets with computers that old. Like seeing the big bank of primitive computers is totally wild. We put people on the moon that way! Amazing.

“Meow.” Lol, Isis is stressed so she’s speaking like a cat. That’s a pretty funny joke actually.

Seven is so incompetent. If he’d just let the Enterprise help, Scotty could have fixed that rocket issue in like 3 seconds.

Lol everyone’s just pulling Gary through space. Now on the Enterprise. Now in the office.

Why does this computer have a hug black screen if it only displays images on the small white circle?

"Spock and I in custody. Main characters, doing nothing, knowing nothing, totally useless and irrelevant. I have never felt more helpless." Literally what is even the point of them today? Does Spock even have lines outside of “I like the cat”?

Isis is jealous of Roberta. Is she.. in a relationship with Seven lol?

Uhura is listening to everyone in the world. She probably has a universal translator on, but I do feel like this scene implies she just...understands all the languages.

So now the warhead is armed and heading to somewhere vague... in other words, everyone has collectively made the situation worse.

....Or this was Seven’s plan all along? To scare people into ceasing to be so careful with nuclear weaponry? As someone who knows humans better than this guy, I think this is a dumbass plan.

“That’s why so many people in my generation are kind of crazy and rebels.” Same, sweetheart.

Really this is just a story about bad communication. If Seven had told Kirk his plan upfront, Kirk would have helped him. And if Kirk weren’t so insistent on involving himself in something just because he happens to be somewhere he probably shouldn’t be, we wouldn’t have this issue either. The hubris of everyone.

Overall, just a really forced narrative imo.

Or that’s how it was supposed to be lol. The Irony of time travel. By it’s nature, everything has already worked out.

Kirk and Spock are like “You’re welcome. Peace out.”

Honestly... Isis was the only good part. Such a talented cat actor!! Or trio of cat actors, I guess. Had to do all those stunts and stuff.. .amazing. I also liked the concept of Isis. How she turned into a human later just to troll Roberta. How she’s never really explained--one must assume, an alien? Plus I pretty much never get tired of human + animal teams where the animal makes animal noises and the human just understands and answers in English.

As a stand alone sci fi concept...it was okay. Kinda dated by now. The alien tech was nifty and Roberta could have grown on me. Maybe even Seven, though he left a lot to be desire. That said, the narrative relied a lot on people getting in each other’s way for no reason, which I find very frustrating.

But as a Star Trek episode....no. The main characters were just nuisances on the side lines!! I’m not even sure what Kirk’s mission here was--to try to figure out what Seven was doing? And stop him if necessary? But he never really decided if it was or not, until the point where not trusting him would basically cause a nuclear war? I don’t know, I found it all very frustrating. The melding of the original show and the spinoff was not smooth.

If I were watching this in 1968, I’d feel very cheated. THIS was the season finale? That’s it? I don’t even get a real Star Trek episode and now I have to wait months for anything new?

And what I get after all that waiting is Spock’s Brain?? I’d be tempted to quit. If I had a tumblr in 1969 I’d be writing multi-paragraph rants about how the best show on television has completely nose-dived lol.

But then there’s The Enterprise Incident, which is one of the best episodes... I don’t know, man. It’s a conundrum. I’ve only seen maybe half of season 3 but from what I remember it’s very uneven: some of the best eps (The Enterprise Incident, For the World Is Hollow, Day of the Dove) mixed in with some of the worst (Spock’s Brain, The Paradise Syndrome), plus some that are good concepts but shoddily executed (The Way to Eden). So we’ll see what I think about it when I see it all in one piece, in air date order.

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Dreaming While I Wake

Sanders Sides Foster Care AU - Roman-centric Angst & Hurt/Comfort & Abuse Recovery

Roman tries to be upbeat and hopeful despite all the shit that’s happened to him. And a lot of shit has. Luckily, his new foster home is with two literal rays of sunshine (and a sarcastic asshole).

Words: 3,480 Warnings: Major Warnings - Spoilers in Warnings Characters: Roman, Thomas, Patton Universe: Dreaming While I Wake Genre: Chill Hurt/Comfort

Chapter 26

chapter 1 for new readers - ffn mirror

Roman exhaled with relief as he unloaded the textbooks he didn’t need into his locker at the end of the day. He still was so incredibly glad he only required the one textbook for his science homework due tomorrow. Short answer essay questions, because the teacher was the actual devil. He’d gotten back some of his homework today and it was lots of C’s, even though he tried to focus and do his best.

He got back some homework he got help from Patton on with an A, at least, so he could possibly average out to a B instead of being a solid C student as usual. Not that he could ask Patton to help him again. He couldn’t bother them. He just had to… do better somehow. He managed a B on his own for one of the packets, so he could in theory.

Roman closed his locker and hefted his bag off the floor, but jumped when he locked eyes with a guy leaning against the locker right in Roman’s face. Roman narrowed his eyes and looked the stranger up and down. He didn’t recognize him and had genuinely no idea why this guy was staring at him. Did they share a class? Roman had trouble remembering faces.

“Can I… help you?” Roman inquired curiously.

“What’s with the new look? Trying to pretend you’re interesting or something, now?” The guy sneered at him with a villainous grin.

“That’s rich coming from a guy dressed up in a fancy peacoat,” Roman slid on his backpack and huffed at him, motioning to his coat. Was this even real life? This was so weird.

“Hiding something?” He said, reaching out and plucking at Roman’s gloves. Roman twitched his hand back and scowled at him. He knew he’d regret wearing them at school, eventually. He thought they looked okay, certainly less obvious, with the leather jacket, and he didn’t wish to upset Thomas again by forgetting. Thomas reminded him multiple times to put them on that morning, and he couldn’t bring himself to take them off while he went to school as usual.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Roman rolled his eyes and threw his head. He spun around to walk off. He wasn’t stuck in a class with this asshole and had no reason to continue to tolerate this passive-aggressive bullshit.

“I know,” The guy called after him. Roman couldn’t stop himself from stiffening his shoulders while he strode off. “I know what you’re hiding,” He continued. Roman swung to look at him. His expression was completely impassive and his bright hazel eyes felt piercing as they locked gazes.

“Whatever,” Roman said dismissively and turned back around to leave. There wasn’t anything that this guy could extort from Roman. He didn’t have cash, and most of his possessions weren’t fancy. If he pretended it didn’t matter, then hopefully it wouldn’t. It had worked before. This guy clearly had problems to seek out Roman just to fucking bother him, and Roman didn’t need to make himself a part of this stranger’s issues. Roman waved at him and headed out the building to walk home. The guy didn’t follow or call after him again, so hopefully, it worked.

Today was long, PE continued to be a nightmare of glares, and he slept like shit last night because he was so busy feeling guilty about Thomas buying him clothes. He wished to lie down and space out to something on TV. If he got lucky he could pass out to it. His feet freaking hurt and that guy annoyed the shit out of him, so he’d need to relax or his anger would get out of control again. He had that damn appointment soon, and that fucked with his mood enough so he needed to try to keep his cool.

His mood was not as bad as Virgil’s, though. Virgil stormed past him on the sidewalk, looking as pissed as a hydra that had one of its heads lopped off. He had some paper crumpled in his fists and was slouched over, his hood hiding his dark hair and doubtlessly a very dour expression. Roman sped his pace to keep up with Virgil but kept a berth of a few feet. He wasn’t sure if he should ask or let him deal with it alone. Roman would rather be left alone, personally, so just making sure Virgil didn’t punch anything should be helpful enough.

Virgil grimaced as he fished his keys out of his jeans pocket and unlocked the front door. He stomped upstairs and slammed his bedroom door before Roman got halfway up. He ambled into his own bedroom and left the door open, in the event Virgil desired to vent or something, and dropped his backpack at his desk. Roman flopped down on the bed and exhaled tiredly. He kicked off his shoes with his toes and considered if he wanted to watch the TV downstairs or on his phone. It’s about all he had the mental capacity to do right now.

Sitting there and thinking about doing things was more effort than he had. He was fucking tired, annoyed at that prick, worried about Virgil, and his feet which were fully healed were being bastards and aching for no good reason. Was it too much to ask to just stop existing for a while? Even twenty minutes? Roman needed a god damn break like he needed oxygen. Too drained for TV wasn’t exactly a new low, but still some grade-A bullshit. At least he didn’t have to be watching kids right now.

“Hey, do you know what that was about?” Thomas asked, knocking on Roman’s open door. Roman leaned up and looked over to him.

“No, no clue,” Roman shrugged and sighed.

“He’s not answering his texts. Would you mind…?” Thomas trailed off and pointed to Virgil’s room from the doorway.

“What?” Roman raised a haircut at him.

“Translating for him?” Thomas finished somewhat awkwardly. “I mean... if he’s okay with it. I’m hoping he’ll respond in person,” He added sheepishly.

“Um, no, I don’t mind,” Roman sat back up and got up from the bed. Thomas shifted a door over and knocked on it while Roman stared curiously at Thomas.

“Virgil? I’m opening the door,” Thomas announced. Roman stepped up behind him while Thomas paused. He pushed it open and Virgil was sitting on the floor against the bed, with his arms wrapped around his bed and his makeup smudged. “I brought Roman to translate if that’s okay,” Thomas said. Roman finally got a chance to look into Virgil’s office. He had a surprising amount of things, but the room had a similar setup in that it had a full-sized bed, a dresser, a bookshelf, and a desk, other than the fact that he had a big bean bag in the corner. But there were plenty of little decorations, old toys, and other possessions littered about the area. He had posters up, some bands Roman didn’t recognize and a Donnie Darko poster, which is weird, because Roman was certain that movie was rated R. Virgil’s sheets were royal purple and he had a black throw and pillowcases on it. Virgil didn’t acknowledge Roman or Thomas and stared blankly ahead. “What happened? Are you okay?” Thomas asked, looking concerned and conflicted in the doorway.

“School,” Roman said as Virgil signed sluggishly. Virgil sighed and leaning back against the bed, looking more exhausted than pissed now. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes slightly hollow.

“Did something happen at school?” Thomas urged him to open up softly, holding on to the door frame. Virgil took up the crumpled paper and held it up. Thomas stepped in to take it and examined it. It looked to be an essay, but there was a big red zero on the top and a stamp for where the parent had to sign to prove they’d seen the grade. Roman flinched involuntarily seeing that, grimacing. Thomas skimmed the paper swiftly. “It’s okay if you got a bad grade, but I have to admit I don’t see what’s wrong about this essay. Did you go off-topic or something?” Thomas asked with a confused expression, flipping it over to the other side.

“Oral presentation,” Roman translated for Virgil. Virgil grimaced, dropping his face into his knees and taking hold of his legs again, flopping his hoodie down.

“What do you mean?” Thomas scratched his eyebrows, appearing to be reading the essay. “This looks fine to me,” He commented, flipping the pages back and straightening them out.

“I think he means it was supposed to be an oral presentation, and the teacher failed him because he couldn’t present,” Roman suggested sourly and Virgil nodded slowly in confirmation. Thomas stiffened and his eyes widened right away.

“What a complete and absolute bitch!” Thomas intoned acridly. “Don’t let Patton know I said bitch in presence of you,” He added quickly and ran his hand through his mane. “How dare they, honestly? This teacher is likely still at the school, right?” Roman backed up and nodded, not a fan of this angry energy Thomas was putting out. “Alright, come on, both of you. I’m not leaving either of you alone, but I’m not letting them get away with this,” Thomas hissed. “Get your shoes back on, Roman,” He said, but Roman was a little freaked out and couldn’t react. Virgil curled in on himself on the floor. Thomas inhaled and exhaled gently. “I’m sorry, boys. Please, let’s go. You don’t deserve this grade, Virgil. We need to set this right,” Thomas said much more evenly and Virgil and both let out a tense breath.

Roman backed out of the doorway and shuffled into his bedroom to slide on his shoes. He didn’t want to walk anymore, but he also didn’t have it in him to contest Thomas. He looked intense, and that was extremely unnerving to Roman. It was usually safer and easier just to follow along, even if he didn’t understand why he had to go. It wasn’t as if he was going to hurt himself or whatever, he only wanted to take a nap and sulk. Though maybe Thomas could see something in Roman that he didn’t. He had to admit he was in a trash mood, and that could make Thomas nervous. Roman pulled himself up off the bed with a pained huff. He headed downstairs and waited for Thomas and Virgil. They came downstairs a few moments later and headed out.

His feet hurt, so Roman limped every few steps on the way there. Thomas was a full-grown adult and Virgil had long spider legs, so their natural pace was quick compared to Roman’s limping gait and he had to be careful about not falling behind. Thomas was rushing and gripping the essay in his hands. Virgil had his hood up again and was holding himself as he followed behind Thomas. He looked sullen at best, grasping his hoodie with pale knuckles and staring morosely at the concrete below them as they walked.

They reached the school swiftly due to their long legs and frustrated pace. Virgil led them over to the junior hall and to the teacher’s classroom silently, Roman tagging behind them nervously. Thomas fell on the open classroom door and entered with his shoulders high. Roman slid in to sit down and put out his feet, but Virgil hid behind Thomas and rubbed his arm restlessly.

“Excuse me? Mr. Brennan. I’m Mr. Sanders, Virgil McNaught’s guardian?” Thomas got the teacher’s attention, standing firm in face of the desk.

“All you had to do was to sign the paper, Mr. Sanders, you didn’t need to come in,” The teacher said, sounding very tired as he examined the failed essay in Thomas’s hand.

“I’m here because you can’t give Virgil a zero for being unable to present vocally,” Thomas said coolly, dropping the paper on the teacher’s desk.

“You’ll find I can. It is not my job to make shy children come out of their shells. He chose not to present,” Mr. Brennan responded, tapping the desk with his pen and looking annoyed.

“He is not able to speak, and that is a very important distinction. Virgil still provided the presentation in a way he was capable of doing,” Thomas poked the essay on the desk and Virgil shrank back slightly.

“I wasn’t made aware of a 504 plan for the student,” The teacher replied, sounding frustrated and rubbing his nose under his glasses.

“Virgil shouldn’t need that for you to know that he can’t talk and thus can’t give an oral presentation,” Thomas insisted angrily, crossing his arms.

“He does, technically,” Mr. Brennan’s tone sounded bored. Roman stared at him from across the room.

“I don’t care about technicalities. This still violates the spirit of the ADA and we’re already actively working on getting a diagnosis,” Thomas shot bitterly, standing stiffly and possibly joining Roman in the glare from the slight hunch.

“Listen, he’s not the first quiet kid I’ve ever seen. He’s got the look and everything,” The teacher motioned to Virgil and arched an eyebrow. Roman gritted his teeth, biting back an insult. “How do you know he’s not lying to you, too?” He demanded incredulously and jumped when Roman’s fist slammed down on the table. If he had ever given anyone a death glare, he was sure giving it to this asshole. Thomas glanced behind him at Roman. “Please control your entourage, Mr. Sanders, it’s after hours,” Mr. Brennan said warily and rubbed his head again.

“Roman has every single right to be upset, just like I am! He cannot talk. And as it happens, that’s not your place to assume or judge. Boys, come on, we’re going to the main’s office,” Thomas growled slightly as he spoke with firm conviction. Virgil was completely curled into himself and breathing hard. Roman got up and stood between Virgil and Mr. Brennan without hesitating, staring him down.

“Leave him alone,” Roman hissed menacingly to the teacher, balling up his fists.

“Roman, that’s enough,” Thomas stopped Roman, putting his hand on his shoulder. He would have preferred to shrug it off, but it was grounding and Roman was barely containing himself as he bared his teeth at the schoolteacher. “An infringement of the ADA is a fire-able offense. The principal can do much worse than you,” Thomas added evenly, though his other hand was clenched tightly.

“It’s not an invasion of the ADA without a diagnosis, Mr. Sanders,” He sighed with exasperation, flipping his hand out towards Virgil as he rested his head on one arm.

“Once we have a diagnosis, that’s something completely trivial for my lawyer to handle,” Thomas stared him down, standing resolutely. Roman glanced back at Virgil and he didn’t seem to be doing any better. Roman shrugged Thomas off and walked behind him, squatting down to the floor to face Virgil. He fell on the ground with his knuckles and Virgil’s eyes shot up.

‘Hallway,’ Roman signed and Virgil nodded slowly, swallowing hard. His forehead was sweaty, and he looked kind of sick.

“The school doesn’t have any money for you to sue for. This is a public school, we’re lucky we have running water,” The teacher sounded more fatigued than before, leaning heavily on his hand and scowling.

“I don’t want money, I want fair treatment for my- for Virgil! I don’t need money, I need you not to treat children like liars! This bullshit is why kids are hurting so much and I’m not standing for it!” Thomas shot fiercely, only barely controlling his volume. Roman held his arm out and protected Virgil as he made his way to the hall. Thomas followed after them after he finished his tirade, holding the essay again.

“I’m really sorry, Virgil. I’ll make sure this gets solved. Can you breathe?” Thomas asked much more softly, keeping a safe distance from Virgil. Roman stayed within a foot of him, entirely on edge but ready to throw down at any second if anyone even looked at Virgil funny. He’d gotten his ass beat for foster siblings before and he’d do it again in a heartbeat, and he couldn’t use but default to that when he was stressed and Virgil was panicking. Virgil nodded weakly and choked a bit, continuing to shake and grip himself too hard.

“Let’s all take some deep breaths, okay? I could use it, too. I’m going to count on my hand and you two can follow my lead,” Thomas suggested, putting the essay under his arm and holding up four fingers and starting to breathe in, counting on his fingers. Roman followed suit with his fists gripped tightly. It took plenty of cycles, but the time for each slowly increased and Roman eventually calmed down a bit. Virgil had stopped shaking as well, though his bangs were still holding to his forehead and he looked completely drained, the dark circles under his eyes visible under the makeup.

‘Fuck that guy,’ Roman signed to Virgil with a half-smile on his face, but he couldn’t manage to suppress the grimace much. Virgil nodded bitterly and glanced at Thomas.

“Let’s go to the administrative office. You two can wait on the court out front, just stay together and keep each other safe, all right?” Thomas requested, motioning with his head down out of the junior hall.

“Way ahead of you,” Roman muttered darkly under his breath. Virgil stuck close to Roman in the hall instead of keeping his normal few feet of distance.

Virgil dropped to the bench right outside of the front office with a fatigued exhale. Roman stood, not sure if Virgil needed his space on the bench and helpless against the tension in his body. Thomas marched in the administrative office and advanced directly into the principal’s office without waiting for the currently absent secretary to let him in. Roman tapped his fingers on his jacket as he crossed his arms, shifting his weight around on his feet from time to time.

Virgil’s arm eventually reached out and yanked at Roman’s jacket, forcing him to sit and then scooting over, less than a foot between them. Roman exhaled painfully, his rib acting up. Maybe watching him twitch restlessly wasn’t helping Virgil. Roman uncrossed his arms and wrung his hands slowly instead. Virgil leaned forward on his legs and stared at the floor despondently.

That motherfucker in the open peacoat with the brown and gold shirt passed in the hall and regarded Roman curiously. Roman glowered at him, doing his best to communicate not to fuck with him right now with his eyes. Roman barely contained his need to fight as it is. The guy paused and looked Roman up and down before he walked up, which meant this person didn’t get the picture. It felt like an invitation that Roman wanted to rip into shreds.

“Acting out again?” He said smoothly, sliding his hands into his coat pockets. Again? This fucker. Roman didn’t know what he knew or how he knew, but he clenched his teeth and balled his fists against his thighs. “Oh, you don’t enjoy being-” Roman socked him right in the fucking face. He was standing over him and breathing hard before he was even aware of what he was doing. The person in the peacoat stumbled back and hissed in pain, holding his eye.

“Good!” Roman shot loudly, raising his arms. “Get the fuck out of here before I come over there and finish the job,” Roman spat, cracking his knuckles stepping forward. The guy scampered off hurriedly and Roman growled and ran both his hands through his mane and scratched aggressively at his scalp. He held himself and started pacing.

Virgil gripped his sleeve while he passed and yanked him down on the desk again, shooting him a furtive glance. Roman sighed and grasped his legs. The combination of jeans and gloves stopped him from feeling his nails pressing through the material and he groaned quietly in frustration, eyeballing the direction that prick head ran off in. He loved to chase that kid and go for round two. He longed to go fight him so much it buzzed in his muscles painfully.

Roman reached up and scratched at his head once more. He was just as awful as his fucking dad. Roman held his head in his palms and leaned back against the wall, rubbing his face roughly in frustration. Virgil yanked at Roman’s sleeve and removed Roman’s hands from himself. Oh. Right. Roman nodded to Virgil in thanks. His skin felt raw from the leather gloves, but he probably didn’t hurt as much as that kid’s eye did. Roman squeezed his eyes shut and clutched at his jacket, trying to stop attacking himself. What the hell was wrong with him?

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