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KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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- u n d e r n e a t h t h e w i l l o w t r e e -

Age 10 The summer breeze picks up its speed; eagerly, she jumps to her feet and brushes the grass off of her shorts before running forward. She presses the bottoms of her sneakers into the trunk of the willow tree, not listening to the calls from her sister. “You’re silly!” her sister calls, sticking out her tongue. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”

Of course she doesn’t listen, because when has she ever let people dictate what she should and shouldn’t do? Never. She’s halfway up the tree and she can feel the roughness of the thick branches digging deeper and deeper into her skin, but she wants to keep going. She’s got to get to the top.

Perhaps she should have listened to her older sister though, because suddenly the wind whips her hair into her eyes and she loses her grip, tumbling through the leaves and branches and crashing dramatically on the thick bed of grass beneath her. She wants to scream, because the truth is that the pain of the fall is almost unbearable, and her sister is already screaming in horror at the sight and immediately runs inside for their parents.

And then someone appears next to her: the boy from across the street, the one who’s always fiddling with some type of baseball playing cards on the bus with his friends. The one with the turquoise eyes and the blonde hair. The one who likes to cook with his mom. The one who always waves to her when they’re both playing in their driveways. He peers down at her with concern. “Are you okay?”

She huffs in annoyance. “Does it look like I’m okay?”

In response, he giggles. “Glad to see that the fall hasn’t affected your ability to be funny!”

And alright, she can’t help it: she laughs. And he does too. The dimple on the right side of his face is quite noticeable, she realizes.

“How come you didn’t listen to your sister?” he asks, kneeling down next to her. “She was right, you know.”

“She may have been right, but I was gonna climb that tree whether she liked it or not,” the girl announces, folding her arms across her chest. Then she winces in pain, cradling her ankle that’s already beginning to swell. She’s forcing herself to not cry, not cry, not cry. She’s about to get up when the boy places a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t try and move. Trust me. Your sister went to go get your mom and dad. I’ll stay here with you until they come, is that okay?”

She nods slowly. Then he sits down next to her and leans back against the tree. To her surprise, the tears fall down her cheeks, but the boy doesn’t say anything. Instead he smiles at her and says, “I would’ve climbed that tree, too.”

And to think: this entire time, he’s been right across the street. Why haven’t they been friends this entire time?

Age 15 “Don’t you see!” she squeals in horror, staring at something in the mirror he can’t quite see.

He’s standing behind her with an expression filled with confusion, his hands in his pockets. The bus will be soon and we haven’t had breakfast, he wants to say, but he knows if he rushes her, she’ll lash out. So instead, he impatiently says, “Um... no?” except, it kind of comes out as a question.

The girl throws her hands up in annoyance and violently rubs a brush along her jawline, careful to cover whatever it she sees that the boy cannot. “I’m going to look like such a fool! The first day of high school, and I can hardly even cover up the disaster that is my face. Why don’t they just lock me in a dungeon and be done with it! Clearly I’m ugly enough to be kept in one, far away from society!”

The boy, who’s now speedily following his friend down the steps of her house as she makes her way begrudgingly toward her refrigerator, which she opens and stares into without saying another word.

“You’re too pretty to be locked in a dungeon,” he says suddenly, catching her by surprise. They lock eyes and for a moment, things between them become still -- weirdly still. Then he clears his throat and scoots past her to grab the milk for his cereal. “Come on, it’ll be fine. You’ve got me, haven’t you?”

“You’re supposed to say that, you’re my best friend,” the girl replies, stealing the piece of toast from the toaster oven that is most definitely meant for her sister. Then she turns back to her friend and lowers her voice a bit. Her eyelashes flutter as she asks, “Do you really mean it? That I’m too pretty for a dungeon?”

The boy stops for a moment, his mouth full of Cheerios, and he wonders if she’s able to hear the steady, drumbeat pounding of his heart. He swallows and speedily stuffs another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “Nah,” he replies jokingly, “Actually, you fit the description of ‘dungeon creature’ quite perfectly, actually.”

He supposes he deserves the giant shove from her that nearly knocks him off his stool, but the two of them laugh anyway. He stops for a moment to watch her as she turns the piece of toast over and over in her hands, as if she’s examining it for any minor flaw. He realizes now that she was probably peering into the mirror, looking for flaws of her own. He wants to tell her that she won’t find any, no matter how hard she tries to look. But maybe now isn’t the right time.

“It’ll be alright,” he says finally, grabbing her attention. She doesn’t want to start high school, and he knows it. Elementary school was so easy, wasn’t it? High school has heartbreak waiting to happen. And so he tries to be as reassuring as he can. “And if it isn’t, and the world does lock you away in a dungeon, I promise to join you down there.”

Now, the idea of being locked away in a dungeon sounds better than high school ever has.

Age 18 She’s not sure when she started crying. Maybe it was when things had started to feel a bit off a few weeks ago, and she tried a bit too hard to get him to tell her what was wrong. Maybe it was when he started canceling dates, telling her he’d reschedule, but never did. Maybe it was when she found him with her, tucked away in a corner of a restaurant, when he’d told her that he had to work that night. But either way, she’d been crying forever over him, this stupid boy from school who lead her on and lied, and never, ever comforted her when she cried.

She finally opens her eyes for a moment to look at the world around her, hoping it won’t look as dismal and awful as she feels. But the purples of her walls are duller than usual, her bed unkempt and messy, and she can hear the rain and the wind outside whip furiously through the trees. It’s mimicking her, the weather. It’s a carbon copy of how she feels inside. And yet, through her blurry vision, the sight through her windowpane is as clear as day: the boy from across the street, jumping through puddles and pulling his hood tight over his head, and within seconds, he’s sitting himself down next to her on her bed, tentatively placing a gentle hand to her shoulder.

The two of them sit in silence; it’s been eight years since they first met, and they’ve become strangely comfortable being together in complete silence. He lets her cry. He lets her throw things at her already broken closet door. He lets her start to yell and relay the whole damn story through bouts of anger, before she starts crying again. And he lets her fall into his shoulder and cry some more, her tears staining the collar of his button down shirt.

The clouds have turned dark and the rain has subsided, and her parents are calling for the two of them that dinner is ready. He’s absolutely starving, but she doesn’t feel like eating, she says. And so he stays put on her bed, massaging gentle circles into her back and speaking in soothing tones so she won’t be able to hear the grumble of his stomach.

“He wasn’t the one, you know.” he tells her, and she finally peers up at him with tears in her eyes and a small grin painted onto her face.

She nods slowly, and her lip wobbles as she opens her mouth to speak. “I know,” she squeaks, and he can hear the future cries that have yet to escape her. “I just wanted him to love me. I just want to be loved.”

“You are,” he replies, “and you will be.”

She snorts a little, and he’s trying hard to contain his laughter. He’s always found her snorts wildly hilarious. And then an involuntary, hoarse cry escapes her once more. “When?”

She peers down at her shoes, and she doesn’t know what exactly what he’s thinking, but his eyes are speaking the words he wouldn’t dare too: not here, not now. It isn’t right. And so instead, he says,

“He’s on his way, and he’s getting here as fast as he can, alright? I promise.”

Except, he’s already here, isn’t he? At least, he hopes he is. The truth is that he realized it a long time ago, and he’s been holding it close to his heart, along with her and every single small thing about her. The way her hair falls over her shoulders, the way she scrunches her nose at the sight of fish, the nervousness in her eyes when change is on its way.

It’s up to her to realize it now.

“You’re always helping me,” she whispers, not quite certain of why he’s always there in her rearview mirror, with all the drama she brings.

He grins. “Yeah, and don’t you forget it.”

She snorts again and throws a pillow at his head, and he begins to see shades of his old friend again, his friend before the heartbreak.

One day. One day he’ll speak the words he’s just swallowed, and one day, she’ll realize it, too.

Age 26 It’s funny, the way things can unfold.

Through injuries after falling out of trees.

Through painful days of high school, when kids can be so cruel.

Through failed tests, awful jobs, and a whole bunch of firsts: a first school dance, a first kiss, a first driving lesson. A first heartbreak, a first chance encounter, a first realization.

There were boys who lied and played with her heart, and there were boys who cradled it as if it were the most precious jewel in the entire world.

It’s funny, how things should have been like this years ago.

But perhaps they needed to go through all of these things to find one another, right?

These things that were theirs: like endless ice cream sundaes after being hurt by groups of friends who were manipulative and catty, like Friday nights in with tons of movies to help ease the pain of a broken bone from a rough game of football, like countless mornings watching the sunrise, just because they could.

Like that time they tried to bake a cake from scratch and they nearly added salt instead of sugar. Or the time that they (he) backed his dad’s car into the mailbox and needed to quickly come up with a story as to what had happened. Or all those times he swallowed his feelings for her, just to be a good friend.

She wished he hadn’t done that, she told him one day, in the spot she figured it all out. Underneath the willow tree.

But he’s glad he waited, he told her. He needed her to realize it on her own, just like he did.

He’s cradled her heart in his his hands for years. Because it’s precious, even more so than a jewel. He never did quite understand why people had treated it with anything but the utmost love and care. But it doesn’t matter anymore. Not when he’s promising to cradle it for the rest of his life.

She thinks she’s yelled out ‘Yes’ before he’s even finished, but the truth is, she said yes a long time ago. She said yes when realization struck. She said yes to him years ago when she let him sit down next to her in the grass, waiting for her parents that time when she broke her ankle, underneath this same tree.

She’s swimming in his turquoise eyes, and he’s getting lost in her violet ones, just like he always has. And after moments of laughter and tears and tight embraces, she looks above her, into the branches of the trees, and teases him. “Race you to the top.”

Him, her fiance, her forever. He grins at her. “You may end up with a broken ankle.”

“Maybe,” she replies, gripping the lowest branch and digging her shoes into the trunk, and suddenly, she feels ten again. “but I think it’s worth it.” And they both think back to that day, the one when they first met.

And to think: it’s been him, the entire time, all these years. The boy from across the street.

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radiorenjun · 4 years

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Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn, comedy.

→ Chapters: 5, 6, 7

You came to the set with a bright smile on your face, walking in with a box of sushi in hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other. Greeting the staff members with a bow as you walk towards the makeup room.

Life was starting to look up again.

At least, that's what you thought.

"Alright, the awaited kiss scene is about to happen!" the director announced happily. Jisung choked on his caffeine as you dropped your chopsticks to the floor, frozen in place as you stared at your director with eyes wide with disbelief.

"What?" you and Jisung exclaimed in unison, glancing at the excited director to your managers who were giving you encouraging thumbs up. "Manager-nim, he can't be serious right?" Jisung laughed nervously.

"We haven't even done two episodes!" he continued. "This must be some late April Fools prank, right? I mean, you guys trick us with this too many times! It's not funny!" you gulped, shivering at the thought.

"What? You guys finally haulted your ridiculous arguments so we decided to add more chemistry with the first kissing scene!" the producer laughed as he adjusted his headphones. "Pd-nim!" you and Jisung whined.

"Just because he apologized doesn't mean he stopped being annoying!" you reasoned, pointing at the boy who nodded in agreement. You could hear Jeongin's sinister laughter in the distance, holding his stomach as you both tried to stall time.

"Come on, kids. It's just a kiss, what are you afraid of? Catching feelings?" the script writer laughed, coming over to give you instructions over what to do next. You and Jisung shook your heads aggressively, repeatedly denying.

"You gotta stop dreaming, Sunbae!" you laughed, waving it off nervously. "It's impossible! I would never like a girl who's ego is bigger than their mouth!" Jisung joked, receiving a hard hit on his shoulder by you.

"Ow!" he squeaked, rubbing the side spot as you gave him a death glare. "Then there's nothing to worry bout. It's only gonna last 30 seconds." the script writer huffed at your dramatization. "30 seconds?!" you and Jisung exclaimed in shock.

"Im guessing you two didn't read the stage directions?" your director chuckled. "You always tell us what to do, we stopped reading stage directions on the first day of the shoot back in Busan!" you stammered, your cheeks growing red at the thought of kissing the boy beside you.

"Oh suck it up and get into character. You two knew this was gonna happen sooner or later, don't you?" the stage director rolled her eyes, tapping her fingernail against the table filled with props and scripts impatiently.

You and Jisung nodded after giving out a defeated sigh, walking into the group of students who were giggling and giving the two of your smirks. "Okay, some of you also have to kiss each other okay! Don't go smirking on us!" Jisung exclaimed as he sat down next to Jeongin who was snickering away.

"Whatever, Han. You know you don't need to hide the fact that you actually want to do it." Youngheum smirked. "Yeah, you two are just being dramatic. We all know you're just dying to make out on camera!" Yeji laughed, pushing your flustered self to the girl beside you who laughed along.

"Oh fuck off, would you?" you spat from a distance, giving them a middle finger. "You know you love us, L/N!" Sayori laughed beside you before giving you a dark glare. "Be greatful you're not the one acting as if you swallowed a shot glass of vinegar." she mumbled, making you stiffle a laugh as you pat her back with sympathy.

You knew that the teasing would get even worse once the scene starts. And you don't think you're mentally ready for it. You gulped as the staff adjusting the mics above you and the camera moved their positions so that they would get a better shot.

"Hey what are y'all playing?" you smiled as you sat beside Chaeryong and Yeoreum. "OH, y/n! You're just in time!" Jinhyuck exclaimed with a bright smirk on his face. "We're playing truth or dare!" Chaeryong grinned, leaning an arm on your shoulder.

"Truth or dare? What are we? 13?" you laughed incredulously. "You're just saying that cause you're scared of getting a bad dare," Jisung taunted, his eyes never leaving yours. "Oh hush, you're also a wuss yourself, jackass." you stuck your tongue out teasingly.

"So, you in or not?" Jeongin asked as he layed a hand on his hyung before he could say another word. "Sure. It can't be that bad, right?" you shrugged, leaning back on your arms as you watch the bottle spin in the middle of your big group.

You watch as it went to your Japanese friend, who gulped as the boy who spun gave her a big smirk. He let out a loud "AHA!" before releasing a clap with his hands, rubbing them together sinisterly.

"Hey, don't be so loud, the teachers are gonna wake up at the sound of your obnoxious clapping." your friend snarled, making the boys roll his eyes before looking around as your japanese friend internally prayed to God for mercy.

"Go to the kitchen and gulp down a shot glass of vinegar." he grinned causing your friends to laugh and wave at the poor girl who gave him a look of disbelief. "Fine." she sighed, standing up in defeat to head to the kitchen. "She's gonna be there for a while, moving on!" Youngheum waved it off as we all watch her walk out of the room with her mumbling something along the lines of 'do they even have a shot glass here?'

"Nayeon, your turn!" you exclaimed, attracting your friend's attention from the door. She reluctantly spun the bottle and watched as it stopped on Jinhyuck, who gave out a muffle groan through his palms. "Have mercy." he laughed, putting his hands together to plead.

"Fine, go to Jinyoung sleeping over there and draw over his face with a marker." she smirked mischievously. "I don't have a marker though," Jinhyuck sighed in relief. "I do!" you exclaimed, fishing out a marker from your pocket which made Jinhyuck frown.

"I just finished my banner, thank me later." you smiled innocently as Jinhyuck snatched the marker from your palm with eyes boring into your skull. You and Nayeon shared a subtle high-five as your group snickered at the poor boy who tiptoed over to the sleeping class president who was snuggled up to his pillow.

A few minutes later he came back with a face filled with fear, "he's gonna kill me tomorrow." he shivered. "Don't worry, bro." Jisung giggled, patting the boy's back and rubbing it comfortingly. "I'll make sure we have cake there at your funeral." he laughed.

"I don't like cake and you know it!" he barked back. "Exactly." Jisung winked as we all shared a good laugh.

"Next up is.."

After a few turns, involving you having to drink some concoction consisting a mixture of hot sauce, mustard, tteokbokki sauce (?), wassabi and all mysterious ingredients that aren't suppose to be mixed with, your friends decided to spice up the game a little.

There's a new rule when you pick dare, you're required to choose a partner or have the person who spun the bottle choose the partner for you. Of course, whoever chose truth will be teased for being a pussy therefore everyone was choosing dare.

"Alright, my turn." Youngheum coughed after nonchalantly putting on Lee's boxers around his head like a swimming headcap, spinning the bottle eagerly. The bottle slowly coming to a stop on Jisung who gave a toothy grin.

"Bro, don't do anything harsh." Jisung raised his hands in defeat as Youngheum gave him the look that screams 'I'm gonna ruin this whole man's career'. Youngheum let out an abstract laugh, putting a hand on his chest dramatically.

"You think I'm not gonna use this opportunity to get back on you for ruining my chance with that exchange student?!" he snarled with an evil grin. "Okay, it wasn't my fault that you got in the way of me tripping over a banana peel that caused you to pour that protein shake on the new kid! You were in my way, it's your fault!" Jisung laughed nervously.

"Very funny, Sung." Youngheum rolled his eyes before looking around until his eyes laid on you. "Since I know you won't pick truth to prove that you're not a pussycat, I dare you-" he spoke before Yejin laughed at his choice of words. "Pussycat? What are you? A fucking toddler?!"

"I dare you," he rolled his eyes as he pointed to Jisung then to you. "to go kabedon with Y/n and make out for 30 seconds." Youngheum snickered. "Ooh"s went around the whole group as they smirked at the two of you who stared in disbelief at the boy who was staring with halflidded eyes.

"Youngheum." you spoke nervously, "I never did anything wrong to you right? We're friends aren't we?" you tried to reason as Youngheum gave you an innocent smile along with a peace sign. "Chop, chop you two!" Yejin clapped her hands eagerly.

"Finally something interesting is going down." Marcos sighed as he watched eagerly between the two of you. You stood up to punch the grinning evil demon across the room before you were suddenly pushed gently to the wall by your shoulder by the one and only Jisung.

His face was red as his eyes were on your collarbone as your back met with the wall. You heard squeals from your female friends and cheers from your male friends. "Get some, bro!" you heard Jeongin cheering from the group.

Jisung took a deep breath before leaning his face closer towards you as his forearms came to lean against the wall, trapping your head in between his arms. You could his minty breath coming in contact with your skin.

His face leaning to the side slightly as you felt his nose graze yours softly, his eyes staring into your lips. "You don't have to do this, you know?" Jisung whispered almost inaudibly, his voice going an octave lower as his breath fans against your skin with each word.

His words weren't in the script. But you were too entranced by his eyes staring into yours for permission as you felt an odd feeling in your gut as you tried to stay in character. He looked so serious it's hard to tell if he's actually acting or serious.

"It's alright." you manage to breathe out, you felt your heart increasing with each passing second as your eyes went to Jisung's lips, you could feel your face gradually getting redder as Jisung's half lidded eyes bore into your nervous ones.

"I-" you whispered before you felt something soft meeting your lips, Jisung's lips gently pressed against yours. You felt your heart rate increase in your chest as you pressed your lips back on to his gently.

You heard cheers behind you as your friends rooted for you two to continue, "get some, Sung!" someone said in the midst of the groups whistling and squealing. You were too entranced by the feeling of his body pressing up closer to yours as he leaned his head to the side slightly to get a better angle.

His lips breaking part with yours for half a second before pressing again. Your hands unconciously went up, one hand clutching his baggy shirt and the other going up to run your fingers over his messy locks.

The kiss stayed innocent, staying as small longing pecks but never deepening. Your hand that was in his hair moved to his cheek, slowly moving down the side of his neck. Just when you were about to deepen the kiss you felt Jisung being tugged away from you.

Jinhyuck laughing at the both of you, his hand clutching onto the shirt on Jisung's shoulder as he pulled away from you. "Stay pg 13 guys, 30 seconds are up. You can get back to sucking each others faces off later, we're still here!" he laughed.

You were panting for breath as Jisung didn't gave you a time to breathe during his kisses, you were sure your face was as red as his as he was staring into your flustered form as he tried to regain himself.

You watched as Jisung subtly licked his lips as you both have eachother a small smile, blush still adorning on your cheeks. "Alright love birds, you can fuck when we're not around. In a meantime, pick your next victim, Sung." Nayeon joked, eliciting a complain from you.

As you scolded Nayeon, you didn't notice Jisung running a hand through his hair which was now messy from you running your fingers through it as he licked his lips once again. His heart beating erratically against his chest as Jinhyuck walked over to the group.

He wasn't in the shot but he still couldn't help admit to himself that he wouldn't mind kissing you again for the next few shoots.

😳😳😳😳 HoPe YOu liKe iT bYe

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heyyyharry · 5 years

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Chapter 6: Rooftop and Champagne

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)

…in which Harry gets nominated for an Oscar, but he wants to celebrate Y/N’s good news instead.

Word count: 5k

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

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Let me know what you think!!!

The song Harry sang to Bambi: Come Here by Kat Bloom

Y/N returned to her flat the next morning and ran into Blake. He had just come back from his morning run, was about to open his door when he saw her, and his expression closed up as he pressed his lips into a small smile.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” She smiled back and pulled out her key. It was hard to act normal after their conversation a few nights ago. They hadn’t spoken since, and she had stopped expecting the good news from him. Laura Hilfgard had probably thrown her manuscript in the trash, and the sad part was she wasn’t even upset as she was already used to rejections.

“Can we talk?” Blake spoke as she opened her door.

She turned around, holding her breath. “S-Sure. What is it?”

A corner of his mouth turned up as a way to tell her, “you know what it is,” but she was too embarrassed, she breathed out a laugh and wrapped her arms around herself. She couldn’t stop thinking about how she had overreacted the other night, and she’d rather have him never speak to her again than talk about it now.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, to her surprise. “I hope you’re not mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you.”

“You’re not?”

“No.” She licked her lip and let out a soft breath. “And I’m not moving in with Harry either.” Seeing his eyes go round, she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea so she had to add, “we’ve decided that this isn’t the right time, but it’s definitely something we both want in the future.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re happy.” He jammed his hands in his pockets as she took a deep breath with a beam on her face.

“Thank you,” she said, noticing his reluctance.

He cleared his throat, raising a finger like he finally remembered something and patting his pockets to look for his phone. She had a feeling that she knew what he was about to show her. She just didn’t want to get her hopes up.

Staring at his fingers, Y/N didn’t realise she wasn’t breathing properly as she saw him unlock his phone and open his messages.

“Here. Read it yourself.” He gave the phone to her. She hesitantly took it and saw the text delivered at 8 PM last night when she was at dinner with Harry.

Loved your friend’s story. Will contact her soon! :)

Her heart skipped a beat as she gasped and covered her mouth. Blake let out a chuckle while she was still speechless. “I already gave Laura your number so don’t turn off your pho--”

Y/N didn’t let him finish as she gave him a full bear hug, the first one they had shared in three years. It startled him at first but he hugged her back in less than a second. If she hadn’t pulled away, he probably wouldn’t either. But she did let go of him to grip his phone with both hands, and while she was smiling at the message, he was smiling at her.

“I have to tell Harry!” she said, turning his smile into a frown. “Should I tell Harry now or should I wait until Laura contacts me?”

Blake was about to answer when she cut him off, “you’re right! I should wait until it’s official! She could change her mind at the last minute.” She breathed through her mouth, clutching the phone to her chest. “Oh God, I’m so happy!”

“I could tell.” He chuckled.

“Thank you so much! Just tell me what you want and I’ll buy it for you as a gift.”

“You don’t have to buy me anything.”

“Nonsense!” She scoffed as her face screwed up. “I have to repay you somehow!”

“Well, you could buy me dinner?”

“Deal!”

“Really?” He furrowed his eyebrows, half surprised, half elated.

“I’m gonna tell Celine and Amala now. See you later!”

“Y/N, wait! My phone.”

“Oh, sorry!” Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing nervously as she returned his phone and rushed into her flat. The door was shut, and Blake was left in the hallway with a large grin on his face.

With all the crazy things happening lately, Harry had completely forgotten the day of the big announcement he’d been waiting for since months ago. He had been in the shower when he received the news and almost ignored the call, but thankfully his manager had kept blowing up his phone.

When he heard his name, ‘Oscar nomination’, and ‘Best Actor’ in the same sentence, his heart almost exploded. He shouted and jumped on the bed and started bouncing in his bathrobe like a little boy. He wouldn’t have cared if someone had seen him like that. For fuck’s sake, he just got his first Oscar nomination at twenty-five!

He was over the moon, and the first person he decided to call was his mum. It would’ve been Gemma if they hadn’t just argued the previous night, but he decided to shake it off and not be sad on this wonderful day. He talked to his mum for almost an hour and could have gone on for much longer than that, but he must hang up to break the news to his girlfriend in person.

He was eager to leave the house and almost hit a street lamp when his Ferrari swerved around a slower car. The driver cursed at him, and he just burst out laughing like a crazy person.

He parked his car on the side of the road, adrenaline pumping in his veins as he ran into the building and climbed to the fifth floor without breaking a sweat. He was panting heavily, yet still smiling from ear to ear as he banged on her door, shouting, “Bambi! Bambi!”

“Bambi! Bambi!”

“What? What is it?” The little girl looked up as Harry tackled her to the floor, almost suffocating her with his violent hug.

“I got it, Bambi, I got it!”

“Got what?!” She pushed him off, annoyed and curious at the same time.

“The lead in the school play! I’m Romeo in Romeo and Juliet!” His face lit up as he took her hands and held them against his chest. “Oh, Juliet, I love you so much, let’s die together!”

“That’s not--”

“I know, I’m just messing with you.” He laughed and gently knocked on her forehead.

She pulled away, rubbing the spot and raising an eyebrow questioningly. “Who’s gonna be Juliet?”

“Some girl I don’t know, but who cares? Isn’t this great?”

“I care!” Y/N got up to sit on her heels, fingers pinching her thighs. “Romeo and Juliet kiss! You’re gonna lose your first kiss to some girl you don’t know, Harry!”

Her reaction was priceless. Harry didn’t know how she managed to look angry and sad and embarrassed at the same time, but he thought it was adorable as he cupped her cheeks and pinched them together, making her lips pucker up.

“I’m not kissing any girl, Bambi,” he said as she pushed him away. “We’re not gonna do the kissing scene because our drama teacher thinks it’s inappropriate. I have no idea why.”

“I agree with your drama teacher!” she said as her eyes lit up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Congratulations, Harry! You got your first acting role!”

“Aww, Bambi.” He shut his eyes and wrapped his arms around her. “What would I do without you?”

“Har--”

Harry grabbed Y/N’s face before she could finish his name and silenced her with a passionate kiss. She was still startled when he let her go, but he didn’t want to break the news immediately, he wanted her to guess. It only took a second for her eyes to go wide.

“They told you, didn’t they?!” she asked, making him brighten.

“Yeah, I just got the phone call!”

“Oh God, I told them not to tell you before I do!”

Wait, what?

Y/N let out a heavy breath as she held his hands. “Fuck Cece and Amala for ruining the surprise, but it’s official, babe.”

What is official? Wait, what is happening?

“Laura Hilfgard called and...I’m her new client!”

“Shit, babe, really?!” His mouth fell open, he was laughing uncontrollably. “That’s great! So it’s official?!”

“It’s official!” She squealed, hugging his neck.

For a second, Harry was too happy to think about his big news, but as soon as they pulled apart, he instantly remembered the reason he was there in the first place. Half of him wanted to tell her, the other half didn’t. But on second thought, he received stupid awards all the time; an Oscar nomination wouldn’t change his life, but a book deal would definitely change hers.

“You know what? Let’s celebrate!” he said and opened his hand. “Give me your phone.”

“What? Why?”

“Just give me your phone.”

Though confused, Y/N still pulled out her phone and placed it on his palm. He turned it off and she frantically tried to grab it but he was quick to put it in his pocket.

“What are you doing?! I need to call my dad.”

“I’ll let you call your dad after our date.” Because he couldn’t let her find out about his nomination online.

“We’re going on a date?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Y/N chuckled as he circled his arms around her waist, playfully biting his lips. “I may or may not have brought a bottle of champagne to take you to a rooftop so we could celebrate your good news.”

“You’re joking.”

“Do I not seem like the most romantic boyfriend in the world?” He leaned in and smeared his mouth over hers, making her giggle and push him back a bit to hold his face.

“I love you so much,” she said.

“I love you more,” he said back before kissing her passionately.

“Stand tall! Romeo doesn’t slouch!”

Harry straightened as Y/N walked around him with her hands behind her back like a military commander observing her subordinate. “Now I wanna hear you say your lines. You have to convince me that you’re Romeo, all right?”

Harry cleared his throat so he could fully transform into the famous lovesick character. With a deep breath, he began, “see how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand. That I might touch that cheek! “

He playfully touched her cheek and she slapped his fingers away, trying not to guffaw.

“Was I good?”

“Very good.” She nodded proudly. “But you have to be serious and stop fooling around like that.”

The boy gave a shrug. “Well, I’m only fooling around with you. I’m always serious at the actual rehearsals.”

“Oh, do you prefer the actual Juliet then.” She rolled her eyes and looked away, pouting in annoyance. He wasn’t sure if she was really jealous or just simply upset because he wasn’t serious with her; either way, it was so funny.

He took a deep breath and got down on one knee, extending his hand, leaving her confused. “May I dance with you, lady Juliet?”

“That line is not in the play.”

“Shh!” He put a finger to her lips. “Don’t speak, my lady. Dance with me!”

“Harry!” Y/N burst out laughing as the boy grabbed her hands and started swaying her around the treehouse. They kept stepping on each other’s feet, but at least they were having fun.

Harry was breathless as he raced Y/N up the stairs, shouting at her to slow down and wait for him but she was too excited to listen. The last time they were there for her twentieth birthday, the building had been under construction, and now it was a residential building where actual people lived. They would have gone insane if they had found out they were in the same building with Harry Styles. However, since Niall’s uncle owned the whole place, Harry managed to sneak her in without anyone knowing, and the building management had even allowed them to have the entire rooftop for themselves.

Y/N pushed the heavy metal door open and stepped outside, meeting a cold breeze which blew right through her thin shirt. She waited for Harry to catch up, took his hand and pulled him with her.

“This is so cool!” she screamed at the pedestrians below. They looked like ants from where she stood. Seeing the look of elation of her face with wind blowing in her hair made Harry’s heart feel a little jumpy.

They spotted an old couch someone had discarded and moved it to the perfect spot to sit and watch the sunset together. Last time, it was already dark when they came up. They had never watched the sun go down from a rooftop before so both were as thrilled as little children going to the movie for the first time.

They admired the fiery red horizon lit by the blood-poured sun and imagined themselves being ten years younger and watching the same scenery from their little treehouse. Now the view below them was an enormous city with wide-stretched and never-ending roads instead of their own backyards and the roofs of their neighbours’ houses.

They sat in silence until the warm bronze sunlight was swallowed by the horizon. The sky was finally engulfed in darkness. A beautiful and calming darkness that seemed to be made just for them. They popped the bottle and sat side by side, with her head on his shoulder as they enjoyed good champagne and the breathtaking view of London after sundown.

“We’ve gone so far since our first date on this roof, haven’t we?” he asked, making her pull away.

“That wasn’t our first date.”

“It was to me.” He put a hand on her neck, smiling softly. “I was falling for you then.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Her eyelids fluttered as she leaned in closer, brushing her lips against his before kissing him lightly.

“You kissed me for the first time that night,” she whispered while holding his affectionate gaze.

He nodded. “I did.”

“And I stayed awake all night thinking about it.”

“You did?”

“I did.” She rested her cheek on his shoulder and looked up. “I was afraid that if I fell asleep and woke up, it would all be a dream, and I would never get to kiss you again.”

“Well, here we are.”

“Here we are.”

Giving a small smile, Harry grabbed her face and leaned in for a full-on, opened-mouthed kiss. He slid his tongue against hers, smirking as she fisted his shirt and whimpered his name which sounded so heavenly.

He cupped her neck to deepen the kiss before grabbing her waist and pulling her to his lap, but she refused to straddle him and got up, leaving him gasping for air. He shoved his fingers into his hair and groaned loudly as she laughed and took his other hand, pulling him up.

He got on his feet, letting her guide his hands to her waist but as she started searching in his pockets for their phones, he snatched her wrist, clicking his tongue. “Nuh-uh, I don’t think so, kid.”

“I’m not gonna check my phone. I just want to put on some music!”

“I can sing for us. I’m a great singer.” He snorted and started swaying them slowly. “Any requests?”

She giggled, her head resting on his chest. “How about a song that reminds you of me?”

“I have a whole playlist. How do I choose only one?”

As she only gave him a shrug, he inhaled deeply and pulled her back in. He liked how close they were and made sure to leave no space between them as they slow-danced to the sound of the wind, and soon to his gentle singing voice.

“There's a wind that blows in from the north. And it says that loving takes this course. Come here. Come here.”

She moved quietly in his arms as the champagne pulsated through their veins, casting a warm glow upon them as if they were dancing in an empty ballroom without a roof.

“No, I'm not impossible to touch. I have never wanted you so much. Come here. Come here,” he continued signing, allowing her to feel the urgent rhythm of his heart as he drew her even closer. “Have I never laid down by your side. Baby, let's forget about this pride. Come here. Come here.”

In no hurry, he took pleasure in being close to her and knowing they had no boundaries between them during or after this dance. He held her chin and gently lifted her face up to see her eyes in the soft glow of the night city. He loved the smell of her hair and the way her cool skin grew warm under his touch.

“Well, I'm in no hurry. You don't have to run away this time. I know you're timid. But it's gonna be all right this time.”

Their foreheads rested against each other as their bodies swayed slowly 'round and 'round. He found himself falling again for her mesmerising eyes.

“There's a wind that blows in from the north. And it says that loving takes this course. Come here. Come here.”

All he could think about at that moment was that he loved her. And he thought--No, he knew. He knew he wanted to marry her. One day. One day he would.

“Another song, please?” Her voice pulled him back to reality. He didn’t answer and also stopped dancing as he squeezed her hands against his chest.

“Can I just say I’m very proud of you?” he uttered, making her smile. “You’re one of the most hard-working people I’ve known. You have no idea how happy I am right now.”

“Aww.” She sighed and tiptoed to peck his lips. “I wouldn’t have any of this if it wasn’t for you.”

“That’s not true. You’ve done this all by yourself, kid.”

She shook her head, smiling. “The first story I wrote was about you. And all the stories I’ve written since were inspired by you. I didn’t have friends before I met you, and I became friends with Cece thanks to you, so...” She chuckled, chewing on the corner of her lips. “You are, by far, the worst and the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Oh God.” He tossed his head back and laughed. “Why did you tell me that? Now I’m sad and happy at the same time.”

“As you should be.” She wrinkled her nose and draped her arms over his shoulders.

He sucked his lips into his mouth, staring at her intensely as he tried to decide on what to say next. Knowing him too well, she didn’t break their eye contact and stayed patient. What she didn’t expect was him pulling away and getting down on one knee. Her face was pale as she turned paralysed. “Harry?”

“Bambi, will you...” He took in a long breath for suspense, knowing she would kill him afterwards but it’d be worth it. “Will you be my date to the Oscars?”

“W-What?”

“I got nominated for Best Act--”

“HOLY SHIT!” She jumped right on top of him. He landed on his back, groaning in pain while laughing hysterically as she sat on his stomach and showered his face with hurried kisses.

“I can’t believe it! When--When did you find out?”

The funny look on his face made her gasp, “you lying motherfuc--”

He shut her up with a kiss that left her breathless when he finally pulled away.

“I’m gonna have to punish you later,” she said against his mouth, making him whine.

“Noooo! Why later?”

“I mean, I would suck your dick now if you weren’t famous, babe.”

“Didn’t stop you many times before.”

She scoffed and swatted his chest for the joke. “Well, you’re an Oscar nominee now. Time has changed!”

“So, will I get my dick sucked after the party then?”

“What party?” Y/N froze, her fingers tightened in his hair as he gave a suppressed laugh at the look on her face.

“I forgot to tell you there’s a party happening at my house right now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She got up quickly and kicked his leg. “Pick up your glass and the bottle. We have to get there now!”

“Bambi, hold on!”

“People are expecting you! I won’t suck your dick if you don’t hurry up!”

“Okay, okay, coming!”

Harry was in hysterics as he chased her back to the door. God, he loved her. He really loved her.

Harry ignored the looks the others were giving him as he walked around in his Romeo costume just three minutes before showtime. He found Y/N standing by herself at the entrance and called out, “Bambi!”

“Harry!” She rushed up to him. “What are you doing out here?”

“I’m so glad you made it.” He hugged her tightly and pulled back, holding her shoulders. “I thought you were grounded.”

“Well, I am but my parents didn’t see me sneak out.” She gave a shrug and changed the subject, “I’m so sorry that your family cannot make it.”

“Don’t be.” He shrugged. “I mean, it sucks that Gemma broke her arm but I understand that mum has to be in the hospital with her.”

“Well, I’m here now so you must do your best because I’m gonna be judging you, and that girl who plays your love interest.”

Harry chuckled and stroked her head one last time before running backstage so the play could begin.

This is just like one of those rehearsals, he told himself, but instead of acting in front of empty rows of chairs, there’s a real audience watching you.

His heart was beating like a drum as the teacher announced he was up next.

Your Bambi is here, he sucked in a breath, she’s here, and everything is fine...

The audience applauded as a spotlight followed Harry to the centre of the stage. He started exchanging lines with the kid who played Romeo’s cousin Benvolio. Even that kid could tell Harry was nervous, so he purposely said his lines slower to give Harry more time to relax and get used to being on stage.

Harry was sweating through his costume, thinking everyone could see what a terrible choice he was for Romeo and would start booing him soon enough.

Confidence, Styles! said the voice inside his head as he remembered Bambi’s words and stood straight, because ‘Romeo doesn’t slouch.’

Harry was so nervous he could hear his blood pumping through his veins. He stole a quick glance at where Y/N sat in the audience, hoping to see her smile which he knew would make him feel much better.

But she wasn’t the only one he saw. There was also his mum and his sister with her arm in a white cast. Gemma gave him a thumb up and Anne looked so proud of him. The boy was so elated he was glued to the spot until his Bambi waved her hand to remind him to concentrate.

“In love?” his co-star asked.

“Out.”

“Of love?”

“Out of her favour, where I am in love.” Harry’s face showed genuine distress that made the audience clap and cheer.

Though the boy managed to stay in character, he was smiling so wide inside. He didn’t care if he would pull this off or be the worst Romeo to ever been on stage; he just knew that he was having fun and his family was all there to see it.

Harry arrived at the party in his nice car, holding hands with the love of his life, and was welcomed with thunderous applause by the people he’d admired his whole life. He felt as if he’d achieved every single goal in his life in one day, and yet, something was still missing.

Fuck it, he thought as he poured another drink down his throat. It was supposed to be the best night of his life, and nothing could stop him from drinking and dancing until morning. He would have a good time at his party, with or without his sister’s presence.

Y/N handed him a glass of water which he accepted but put on a table and put his arm around her. She asked what he was doing when he suddenly pulled her to the spiral staircase and climbed a few steps to stand taller than everyone else.

He whistled to get everyone’s attention, and the music stopped, all eyes fell on him. At this point, he was somewhat tipsy so all the guests, including his girl, expected him to give a silly speech to thank everyone for coming.

“Thank you for coming, everyone!” he said drunkenly, making Y/N snort and bury her face into her palm. Still holding her hand, he lifted the invisible glass in his other hand and began his toast, “I just wanna let you know that my girlfriend is about to be a best-selling author and I’m very proud of her! Her name is Bambi--I mean, Y/Ndora!”

“Get down!” Y/N laughed with her mouth and eyes wide open as she pulled him back to her side while everyone was clapping for them. She waited for the guests to start minding their own business and turned back to him. Though annoyed, she was looking at him fondly. “What the hell was that?”

“They need to know this is your night!”

“Jesus,” she muttered into her palm. “You’re lucky I love you, dumbass.”

“Yes, it’s me. Your dumbass.” He giggled like a little boy and tucked his flushed face into her neck. “Hmm...You smell so good. Let’s find a room.”

“Hold on.” She gripped his shoulders to push him away, not letting him whine about it. “Wait here for me, I’ll be right back.”

“No, Bambi, stay.”

“Be a good boy and I’ll be right back, I promise,” she said before kissing his forehead and making him sit on the bottom stair. He didn’t know where she’d gone, but he wanted to be her good boy so he stayed there like a little puppy and waited for her to come back.

As he was getting bored, he started counting his fingers and recounted them as if new ones had grown when he wasn’t paying attention. When a person towered over him, he almost didn’t notice until he heard her voice.

“Are you missing me?”

He lifted his face, his red eyes widened. “Gemma!”

Gemma rolled her eyes as her brother stood up and held her tightly in his arms. Still, she cracked a smirk and rested her hands on his back, her chin on his shoulder.

“I’m only here for the party. I’ll be mad at you again tomorrow,” she said, making him chuckle.

“I know, I know.” He nodded fast. “I’m just happy that you’re here.”

The first person Isaac saw when he arrived at the party was Y/N. They made eye contact from across the room, and her smile slipped at once. He expected nothing but trouble when she left Harry on the staircase and made her way towards him, but he had to keep his cool otherwise he would screw up again.

He sucked in a deep breath, trying to recall the things he wanted to say which he’d prepared in the car, but his head was completely empty as she approached.

“Hey, congrat--”

“Be honest!” She pointed a finger to his face. “Did you give Emilia Gemma’s number?”

“Y-Yes.” He swallowed hard. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course not! Why did you do that, Isaac?!”

“I’m--I’m sorry. Emilia told me she wanted to call Gemma herself. She thought it’d be a better idea if she was the one who reached out instead of Harry.”

Y/N let out a sharp breath as she put both hands on her hips. “Well, thanks to you both now Gemma is angry at Harry.”

Isaac stuck out his bottom lip, pointing over her shoulder. “She doesn’t look very angry to me.”

Y/N turned around, tongue-tied when she saw Gemma and Harry sharing a hug. She quickly turned back to Isaac, completely baffled. “Did you bring her here?!”

“I wish I had.” He lifted his shoulders in a half-shrug. “Maybe if I had you wouldn’t be mad at me.”

“You’re damn right!” She huffed and shot him a glare. “Just stay out of their family drama next time, please. I know you have feelings for Emilia--”

“I don’t.”

“--but stop trying to be her hero. You’re going to ruin everything and I don’t--” She slapped a hand on her forehead, taking a deep breath. “I don’t want you and Harry to fight again.”

“So you’d rather have you and me fight instead?”

She rolled his eyes at the joke and punched his shoulder.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, giving a smirk. “I won’t do that again. I promise. Anything else?”

“Actually…” Y/N trailed off and bit her fingertip. He waited for her to say something, but she only shook her head. “Never mind. Just...stay out of their family drama.”

“Got it.” He gave a firm nod and exchanged another smile with Y/N before she went back to Harry. Once she was gone, he let out the longest sigh as if he’d been holding his breath since she came up to him. He watched Y/N start a conversation with Gemma and pulled out his phone to send a text.

I spoke to Y/N, everything’s good

A reply came in less than five seconds.

Emi: THANK YOU SO MUCH!

He rolled his eyes and walked into a corner to text her back.

Isaac had helped Emilia the first time by giving her the address of the studio Harry was doing his photoshoot at. He just wanted Harry to hear Winton’s side of the story. He’d witnessed how devastated Y/N had been when she discovered the secret about her parents, so he didn’t want Harry to go through the same thing.

What he had not intended to do was lie to his friends by admitting something he hadn’t done.

I feel terrible for lying to them, please don’t do that again

This time, Emilia took more time to send three messages in a row.

Emi: I'm very sorry

Emi: But if Harry knew I asked his assistant for Gemma’s number, he would be so angry

Emi: I just wanted to help, I thought if I was the one who reached out to Gemma then she would know I sincerely wanted to know her

Isaac swallowed hard and typed down a quick reply to end their conversation.

Just don’t do that again, okay?

Emi: Yes, I promise

Taking a deep breath, he put his phone away and went to find Harry.

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Chapter 3

A few elements from the main plot: A fine line falls between fiction and reality: what starts as a musical slowly becomes a game-changer. Tables will turn and it will get clear as the sun that the only unstoppable power in life … is love.

Summary Chapter 3: Joe decides to organize a little night out at the pub with the whole “theatre gang”. Things will not go as expected.

Word count: 4.4k+

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, language and a hint of angsty arguments blink and you’ll miss it

A/N: Things start to get interesting and in this chapter, you’ll finally understand some of everybody’s love interests’ dynamics, so ... don’t miss it! 😏

Friday, 18 October 2019

“Is it possible to fall for someone without realising?”

“Oh honey, you really know nothing about human heart…”

“I don’t. Can you teach me? Can you heal me?”

One pirouette after the other, her mind was more and more confused.

She stopped all of a sudden, thumping with her feet on the wooden floor of the stage. Sighing, she brushed her hands through her loose hair and let them fall to her sides.

The auditorium was completely empty at that time of the day and besides, it was Friday so a lot of people were preparing for the night out.

Not Elizabeth.

She had spent the day studying for her imminent exams and decided to use the evening to do one of the things she loved most in the world: dance.

She had always danced, since she could remember. Even now that she was at college, and she was studying something completely different – she was studying to be an architect, just like her parents - she still took lessons sometimes and danced anytime she had her free time - which was almost never.

That’s part of the reasons she threw herself into the role of princess Hyv for Joe’s play: her character had a few sequences and even a solo at some point in the second act. Now that the play was starting to take shape, she rehearsed every time she could.

Dancing was one of the few things that she never got bored of doing and it had always helped her find inspiration and answers to the problems clouding her head.

She inhaled and exhaled and repeated the choreography from the start. She had pretty much come up with it herself but she had incorporated some of the moves that Malcolm, the choreographer Joe had chosen for the play, had taught her.

Music was playing in loop in her headphones and she let herself flow to the rhythm of the song.

The sequence was constantly evolving, following her train of thoughts. And that evening her thoughts brought her to Gwilym.

She couldn’t figure out why things had changed and when.

Before the summer, everything was fine between them, but now it seemed like there was a gap, a line drawn in the middle of their friendship and she didn’t know whether she was willing to try and cross.

Worst thing was: she didn’t know who to talk to about this…

Joe was her best bud but she didn’t feel comfortable talking to him about Gwilym, after all, he was his best friend too and she thought it could have been weird.

Denise had a lot of things going on in her life and even though she knew she could count on her, she didn’t wanna bore her with her teenage drama problems.

Gwilym himself was been one of her best friends but she couldn’t talk to him, for obvious reasons.

As those thoughts crowded her mind she began spinning and spinning again, till she perfectly landed from her last pirouette, nailing the ending of her choreography.

In spite of the mess in her head, dance had managed to make her body focus solely on the moves, as if completely separated from her mind.

She couldn’t help but smile as she took out her headphones when she suddenly heard a clap of hands.

She jumped on her feet and rushed a hand to her chest, trying to make out the source of the applause in the darkness of the auditorium.

As he walked toward the stage, she immediately recognised his figure.

What are the chances? her inner voice sarcastically commented.

“Jesus, Gwilym you almost gave me a heart attack” she had heavy breath as if she had run the half marathon.

He softly giggled as he climbed the stairs to the stage and walked up to the girl.

“Is that choreography yours?” he asked, genuinely curious.

She imperceptibly nodded, suddenly feeling insecure and exposed. He had seen her perform something that had come out of her body like a force she couldn’t control… she felt as if he had seen her naked.

“Something I’m working on… - she replied, adjusting a strand of hair behind her ear nervously – I thought I was alone”

“I hope it didn’t bother you I watched…” he half-smiled as if to excuse himself for having witnessed something that seemed so personal.

Shit, why are you always such a gentleman, she thought.

“I actually feel a little weird – she said, softly giggling – I can improve a lot and it’s not even finished yet and–”

“What? Are you crazy?” he interrupted her.

“Excuse me?” she was confused.

“Liz that was incredible! - he continued – You should definitely show that to Malcolm and to Joe absolutely…”

She felt her cheeks reddening more than they already were and she smiled “You really think it’s good?”

“Yeah it’s good! It’s pretty fucking amazing actually…”

She laughed “I think you’re too kind with me, but thanks Gwil”

He smiled back and for a few seconds they just stared into each other’s eyes, not knowing what to say or do and trying to understand what was happening.

All of a sudden they both burst out chuckling, trying to break the tension.

Elizabeth was trying her best not to look too much into that awkward silence. She did not want to create expectations. She did not want to let herself daydream. She did not want to throw herself into a pit of helpless hope.

Gwil’s voice brought her back to reality.

“I will look like a fool next to you” he chuckled.

“What are you talking about? You’re a good dancer!”

“Now you sound even crazier - he laughed harder – but I appreciate the effort…”

Liz didn’t know what came onto her, but she unexpectedly grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her “I’m sure you’re better than you think”

She positioned in front of him and instructed him to put a hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder.

“Now one step at a time, let’s go back, forth, right and left until we make a circle” she patiently said.

And they did.

She guided him at first, but after a few circles, she felt him take the lead. She smiled and he smiled back, absorbed in the euphoria of the moment.

They were spinning faster and faster until Elizabeth left her grip on his left shoulder and spun open their embrace. Gwil immediately caught what she was up to and with a swift move of his arm he made her spin once, twice, five times, before catching her and lifting her from the hips.

She squealed and started wiggling in his grip “Gwil! You know I’m ticklish”

He put her down after a few more spins, as they both chuckled.

When her feet touched the ground again, she realised – but she was sure he had noticed too – they were really close.

She looked up at him and he just gave her a gentle smile, the one he always did when he found himself in lack of words, his signature.

She cleared her throat and took a step back, immediately looking down.

“See? You can dance” she half-laughed before nervousness took over her face again.

Liz glanced at his face and she could have sworn she’d seen a hint disappointment in his eyes.

She didn’t have the time even wonder about it, that they heard voices coming from backstage.

“For the last time, no! I don’t think it’s missing a character - Denise sounded exhausted – the play is perfectly fine as it is”

“Yeah but don’t you think there should be another sorcerer?” Joe was stubborn as usual.

Why am I not surprised? Liz found herself to think.

They appeared from the back curtain and were startled to see their friends there, standing less than two feet apart and looking as guilty as if they’d done something stupid.

Which was kinda true.

“What are you two doing here? - Joe frowned – rehearsal is not until next week…”

Gwilym and Elizabeth shared a look but Gwil was faster to reply “I asked her to read lines – he lied – we had nothing to do so we came here to get used being on this stage…”

Joe glanced at Liz and she was smiling nervously. She was quite a good actress but had always been a terrible liar. He stared back at his best friend and he had the same awkward smile.

“Alright, if you were boning I don’t wanna know guys” he joked, but unexpectedly felt a sting of jealousy he was fast enough to ignore.

“WhAt?” Liz’s voice came out a bit altered as she tried to hide the redness on her cheeks.

Why was she being so weird about it? Was something really going on with those two? Joe couldn’t bring himself to answer that question.

“As I said, not my business guys – Joe continued - but now you have something to do tonight…”

Liz sighed “What do you need us for?” she asked.

Joe shook his head “You don’t have to do anything – he replied – I thought I would organise something at the pub tonight for the whole theatre gang, you know? To get to know our colleagues better outside of the play.”

“Okay first of all – Elizabeth was the first to speak - don’t ever call us ‘the theatre gang’ ever again” she stated and Denise and Gwilym chuckled.

“Second of all… - she continued - What time is it?”

Joe grinned “Nine pm at Green’s”

“Neat – Gwil jumped in – we’ll be there”

Elizabeth internally screamed at the use of that pronoun. We.

So much for not daydreaming, uh? she thought.

“Cool – Joe replied – and guess what? Miss Lucy and her servant are coming as well, can you believe it?”

The smile left Liz’s face as she caught with the corner of her eye Gwilym smiling at the mention of Lucy’s name.

“I still don’t know how he convinced them” Denise chuckled.

“But I did – Joe talked back – and who knows? Maybe she’ll even agree to dance with you…” he winked at Gwilym and Liz felt like a bit of her heart was being ripped from her chest.

She kept on smiling flatly.

“Yeah maybe…” Gwil chortled lightly and the others followed him.

All that Liz could hear though, was the music she’d been listening to before, her steps on the wooden floor, one after the other, and that small, broken piece of hope falling into the pit.

She could feel her heartbeat hammering in her ears, until a muffled voice woke her up from her thoughts taking her back to reality.

“Liz? Are you with us?” Denise asked her, rotating her body to look at Elizabeth as the mattress bounced underneath her. Sitting on the other bed there was Alex, who had the same worried expression.

“Oh yeah, yeah. Sorry girls, I’m just a little bit tired - she nervously chuckled, caressing her forehead and abandoning her back against the chair - what were you saying?”

“Alex doesn’t want to come tonight” Denise whined, tilting her head towards the brunette who couldn’t contain a soft laugh that escaped from her lips.

“What? Are you joking?” Elizabeth shockingly asked, almost jumping on her feet.

“I already told Joe: tomorrow my parents will arrive in town and they asked me to help them with the moving and that shitty stuff, like lifting boxes and storing objects on the shelves. I’m probably gonna spend my whole Saturday with back pain and something tells me that reordering a house in hangover wouldn't be a great idea” Alex stated, crossing her legs and caressing her knees.

“You’re wrong - Denise replied, raising her chin - I’ve read many articles, like thousands of articles, about how easier is to move furniture when you’re drunk” she used such a serious tone and made her statement sound so real, that the two other girls couldn't contain the loud laughter.

“She’s right! I’ve heard about that too!” Liz said, standing up from her desk to sit down near Denise, who high-fived her.

Alex shook her head and covered her face with her palms. She was aware that it was a lost battle when it came to arguing with those two. It’d only been a few weeks but she already loved them.

“Besides, you’re the new girl. In movies, the new girl is always the talk of the town. You have to respect the cliché” Denise added, shrugging her shoulders.

“Sorry to disappoint you Didi - Alex started, getting up from the bed and walking towards the wardrobe to swung it open - let me fix this problem as soon as possible” she added extracting a short, black dress from the closet.

Elizabeth and Denise screamed and clapped their hands, getting up to their feet to reach and hug Alex, who giggled and theatrically announced:

“Let’s get ready”

***

The pub was pretty crowded and it smelled like cheap beer and old cigarettes, but the dim light was perfectly paired with the glam-rockish music that was playing in the background.

Liz, Alex and Denise were squeezed on a tiny, not-so-comfortable red couch, chatting lively as they were waiting for the boys to return to their table with the drinks.

“And did it hurt?” Alex curiously asked, leaning her elbow on the wooden surface in front of her. Elizabeth behind her was warmly smiling.

“Not really - Denise answered, curving her lips a little - the real struggle came when I started to take hormones. But it was all worth it, believe me. I think I’m finally feeling my real self like this”

“Sure as hell ‘t was worth it! You’re absolutely gorgeous!” Alex said leaning back on the couch so that she wasn’t covering Elizabeth, who didn’t hesitate to agree.

“You know I think the same,” the read-head stated, with an, it’s obvious tone.

“You two are angels, for real” and saying this, Denise couldn’t help but get a little emotional as she felt her eyes getting watery.

Alex noticed and extended her arm behind Denise’s back to hug her, while she rested her head on Alex’s shoulder for a moment and Liz winked with a proud smile.

“Alcohol is coming!” Joe’s voice announced a second later, as he was approaching the table followed by Gwilym.

An uncountable number of beer’s pints and bottles were dangling from their hands, and the three girls immediately stretched their arms towards them to avoid a complete disaster.

When they were all sat down with a cold beer in front of them, Joe raised his pint.

“Cheers, people!” his tone firm and serious.

“Wow mate - Gwilym said, patting his shoulder - what and inspirational discourse” the girls giggled and lowered their sights, to escape from Joe’s cheesed off gaze.

“I’m putting my entire creativity into the musical project. You can’t expect me to find poetic words even during an alcoholic Friday night!”

“I’ll drink to that” Alex said between the chuckles, raising her bottle in Joe’s direction.

“Thank you! Cheers, girl!” he immediately replied, toasting his pint against Alex’s bottle.

The others, shaking their heads in amusement, followed them and in a moment their chins were all addressed to the ceiling as they were all taking a long sip of their beer.

Soon a noisy chattering emerged from their table, as they were all feeling very talkative. Probably thanks to both the alcohol, that was making them pretty tipsy and the pleasant company.

“So, tell us Joe – Denise blurted, taking another sip from her second beer and already feeling the alcohol loosening her senses – what’s your type?” she inquired, cupping her face with both hands. All eyes were on him, as Joe visibly blushed.

“What does that even mean? Are we in second grade or something?” he stuttered, drinking as well.

He didn’t know what was making him so nervous. Maybe the fact that his brain had almost immediately associated Elizabeth with his type.

Or maybe his mind was simply clouded because of the alcohol.

He opted for the second alternative. Easier and less scary for sure.

On the other hand, Denise felt completely disappointed. A last little spark of hope was expecting him to confess his love for her. Even just that he liked her and he wouldn’t have said no to a casual date. But her rationality reminded her that it was more likely to see a dog fly than to hear Joe say I love you, Denise, let’s run away together on a white horse.

She tried to chuckle with the others, as she sank into the couch to hide her upset expression.

“Why don’t you ask the question to these two? – Joe mumbled pointing to Gwilym and Liz – they seem to be pretty close lately”. His tipsy and talkative self said the words he didn’t dare to speak. He still wasn’t sure whether he wanted an actual answer.

The thing he was sure about was that the tiny flick of jealousy he had felt in the auditorium and that he had been feeling quite often lately, was getting harder and harder to ignore.

“What?!” Elizabeth shrieked, opening her eyes wide. Gwilym, at the same time, scoffed on his drink, coughing a little not to die right on the spot.

“Pair on the stage falling in love in real life. A classic” Alex joked, winking to Joe, who fingered-gun her, and friendly pushing Denise with her elbow, making her finally smile.

“I let you have the part of the typical movie cliché. New girl” Liz sassily replied to her friend, stealing a sip from her beer with challenge in her eyes.

“Wow. What a bad girl – Denise faked a shocked tone – ‘m sure Gwil loves bad girls” she added. Alex clapped her hands and burst out laughing and Joe tried to follow her right up, but his laugh only covered the ache he felt at the pit of his chest. Elizabeth and Gwilym shared a shy smile.

But, as soon as Gwil opened his mouth to talk back, the little bell on the top of the door rang and Lucy, Ben, and Rami made their entrance in the pub.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and puffed, taking the glass to her mouth to cover her annoyed face.

Gwilym stood up and waved at the trio to recall their attention.

“What is he doing here?” Alex whispered in Denise’s ear when she saw Ben taking a chair to sit next to his girlfriend on the other side of the table.

“Joe invited them because Rami and Lucy are part of the musical too. Hasn’t he told you?” she answered, leaning closer to Alex.

Ben looked at her and smirked, whilst the brunette as a response raised an eyebrow and looked away.

“No. He hasn’t”

A thin layer of tension had fallen between the entire group. Only Joe and Gwilym didn’t seem to notice it, as they kept talking non-stop to, respectively, Rami and Lucy.

“So – Gwil started, moving his chair closer to Lucy – ready for the tiring rehearsal?”

She adjusted a perfect strand of perfect blond hair behind her ear and started to show off about her past theatre experiences.

Elizabeth was watching the entire scene with a disgusted expression written all over her face, as she was trying to extinguish the fire of jealousy that was burning inside her chest.

Beside her, Alex chortled noticing the way Rami was completely ignoring Joe’s words and concentrating his attentions on Denise and Denise only.

“Do you know him?” she then asked, whispering in her friend’s ear once again.

“It’s a long story” Denise asked, sighing and rotating her eyes.

“Well, long story short: I think he likes you” Alex suggested, elbowing her with a grin painted on her lips.

“Don’t you have something else to do instead of playing Cupid?” the other replied, not being able to hide her half laughter.

Alex laughed along and started to get through her bag searching for her pack of cigarettes. She then put one in her mouth and got up.

“Actually I have – she said winking at Denise - excuse me, Madame” she jokingly asked to Elizabeth, who moved her legs to let her pass.

Ben followed her with his eyes and, as soon as the door closed behind her back, he slid an arm on Lucy’s chair.

“I’ll step out for a smoke” he announced in her ear, lightly kissing her cheek. Lucy snapped her head in his direction with widened eyes.

“What? You can’t leave me alone with – she hesitated, lowering her voice even more – them”

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not like they’re gonna eat you… And you have Rami anyway – but when he turned around he noticed his friend had sat down at Alex’s place, near Denise; when he met his girlfriend’s gaze he saw she was looking at him under the lashes with her eyebrows raised – I’ll be back in a minute. Promise” he rapidly solved the question, getting up and walking fast towards the exit.

Lucy puffed and abandoned her face against her palm, before going back to faking interest in what Gwilym was talking about.

On the other side of the table Denise was silently asking for help to Elizabeth, not being able to handle Rami’s insistent advances anymore. But Liz seemed on another planet, with her eyes fixed on Gwilym.

Joe had noticed her gaze as well and at that moment he couldn’t lie to himself: he was jealous. For the first time since he had met her, he wanted Elizabeth to look at him that way. The same way she was looking at Gwilym.

“Joey – Denise’s voice startled him – why don’t you buy me a drink, sweetie?” she was clearly trying to let Rami think there was something between her and Joe. But deeply, she knew she was doing that just to see Joe’s reaction.

“Sweetie? Sorry, Den. I-I think I need to go to the bathroom” Joe excused himself and left the table at the speed of light, leaving Denise with her insecurities behind.

Once he’d stepped out, Ben let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and turning his head left, he’d recognized Alex’s silhouette pressed against the bricked wall.

Ben couldn’t tell what it was: he just felt strange anytime she was around, anytime she met her in the hallway. Even if she had been ignoring him since their first meeting, outside the auditorium.

As he walked closer to her, he could see her body tensing, showing how annoyed she was.

He lit up one cigarette as well and abandoned his back on the wall, few feet apart from her.

“Hi” Ben tried. But as a response, Alex let out a long trail of smoke.

“Are you ignoring me?” he then asked, immediately regretting his decision. Alex giggled, but he could tell it was a burst of sarcastic laughter.

“Wow, your sixth sense is incredible” she answered without giving him a single glance.

“Okay, but why?” Ben asked again, nervously wrapping his lips on the cigarette soon after. Alex finally turned her head, but the expression on her face didn’t omen anything good.

“You even have the boldness to ask such a question – she thundered, interrupting herself to take a puff from her cig – because ‘ve met so many people like you that broke my heart in the past. And, even if she’s spoiled as fuck, your girlfriend Lucy doesn’t deserve such a treatment. Nobody does.”

“What are you talking about? You don’t even know me and ‘re already jumping to conclusions!”

“Oh, c’mon Ben, be serious with yourself. Do you think that flirting with other girls when your girlfriend is literally in the room next to you isn’t a little bit shitty?”

Ben didn’t like her tone and her attitude and he didn’t like to hear the truth spilled to him in that brutal way.

But damn, he liked her.

“You could have just admitted you were jealous. It would have been easier” he shrugged, attempting to erase some tension and reacting the only way he knew how: faking indifference and taking the piss of the other person. Though, judging by Alex’s face he realised he had just made another snipe.

“Think as you like it, Ben. I’m not falling for your bullshits – she replied condescendingly – I only pity your girlfriend, to be honest” another grey stripe flew out from her mouth’s corner.

He didn’t know how he could like her. He didn’t even know why he liked her so much. He just did. He felt literally attracted to her by a magnetic field. And more he stared at her, more he felt the need to kiss her.

She had that strong attitude that intrigued him and the impossibility of the situation made everything even more exciting.

“Let me offer you a drink. To start again” he said, imperceptibly scrolling his shoulders.

“No thank you. I’ve already drunk too much tonight” she coldly replied, continuing to smoke her almost finished cigarette.

Ben nodded to himself and absentmindedly kicked away a pebble.

“Is there the slightest chance we could become friends one day?” he asked, tilting his head towards her.

Alex sighed, but when she looked up at him to answer someone cut her off.

“Mate! How are you?” a blond boy questioned, approaching the two of them. Once he was closer, Alex recognized him: he was the guy that had helped her to find the auditorium.

“Hi mate! ‘s been a while” Ben answered back, patting on his shoulder and smiling to him. They talked a bit about practice and sport and Alex understood they were probably in the same rowing team.

“And … hi to you too” the blond guy then said, diverting his attention to Alex. She grinned and waved back.

“Allen, right? – she inquired and he nodded – ‘m Alexandra. Last time I didn’t have time to introduce myself”

“Yeah, I remember. Last time you were pretty desperate, looking for the auditorium. Right? – he teased pointing a finger towards her; Alex laughed lightly and scrolled her shoulders, all under Allen’s intense gaze – so… can I offer you a drink?” he then asked getting closer.

Alex smirked and looked at Ben.

“With pleasure” she answered always staring at Ben. She put out the cigarette right near his shoulder, against the bricked wall, before throwing it in the trash can.

She then perched herself on the arm Allen had offered her.

“See ya, mate”

“Mmmh? Yeah, yeah. See you, Al” Ben carelessly replied.

“Have a good night” Alex sassily added, before stepping into the pub followed by Allen.

Ben remained there. Looking at the black sky above his head, with a finished cigarette dangling from his lips and thousands of thoughts crowding his mind.

In that precise moment, he knew that the knot to his bundle of thoughts was only one. The answer to his questions had a name. And her name was Alex.

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j-wonwootrash · 5 years

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DK || The Waiting

genre: oneshot pairing: dk x fem!reader a/n: this is part of the seventeen first kiss series! hope you enjoy! there’s a reason why i chose this gif for seokmin. you’ll see why. ;p

s.coups || jeonghan || joshua || jun || hoshi || woozi || dokyeom || mingyu || the8 || seungkwan || vernon || dino

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Final exam week was one thing. Seokmin not studying at all was another. It wasn’t that he didn’t set his priorities right, he loved hanging with his gig more than anything. Of course not more than you— his girlfriend a little over a year now. A band he formed with his childhood friends where he could sing his heart out was the only way to relieve his stress. Especially the expectations from his older sisters and parents. Being an only son to Seokmin gave him pressure. Your presence to him was the special key to calm him down, and maybe to escape from the endless nagging about his grades over the semester.

No one knew you would date the campus’ songbird. It was hard to keep things lowkey of your relationship with him. Seokmin on the other hand wanted to everyone to know. During the winter musicale, he was chosen the role of Marius after the auditions. Knowing this, every girl swooned over him, in hopes of wanting to become his ‘Cosette’. And you, who didn’t take any auditions or callbacks, was suggested by one of the cast chorus and who was also your best friend— Yerin to the director of your campus’ drama club. Since then, you became his musical partner for over three plays and let’s say there were developments between you and Seokmin.

Funny thing though, kiss scenes in the musical wasn’t really a kiss. Seokmin made it seem real to the audience, but to you, his thumbs pressed onto your lips and his lips touched his thumbs. Physically impossible but visually possible. There was no kiss at all. That continued for the next three plays and that romance act fooled many.

Your boyfriend sat across from you in your room. A small center table on a carpeted floor, where piles of books and handwritten notes scattered on top of it. A sigh escaped his lips, bringing you to look at him. “We could stop here if you’re really tired.” you got up at scooted next to him for cuddles.

“Ah well, I want to but I don’t want to.” he smiled.

Oh his pearly whites blinded you and you playfully faked a shot from his perfectness. “Agh!”

“Such a drama queen.” he hugged you tight that you were in between his legs.

“There’s this thing called acting, y’know. But Min, what does that mean?” you poked his cheeks repetitively until you squealed at his attempt of biting your fingers. “Hey!”

Seokmin laughed at your behaviour. “I meant that I want to stop studying but I don’t to at the same time because I love how concentrated you look. You’re pretty.”

“Psh, that’s big talk babe!” you hit his chest but he hugged you again.

“I’m serious though! My Cosette is beautiful.” he squeezed your cheeks with his hands, later bringing them close that you swore you looked like a fish.

“Am I beautiful now?” you spoke between breaths. Seokmin held a laugh, lips pursed where he could not take it anymore.

“Always.” his eyes twinkled as he brought your face up close to his. Silence was killing the sounds of your heartbeat.

It was happening in three.. two.. one..

A grumble came from Seokmin. “Ahaha. I’m hungry?”

“Alright, it’s nearly dinner time anyway. Wait for a bit.” you giggled at the boy.

“‘Cosette, I don’t know what to say~’” he began singing his lines. “Wait, it’s ‘Cosette, can you make me dinner~’”

You decided to play along and in character. “‘You have to wait~’”

Hearing these lines made you remember the play, or more so, the ‘kiss’. Even after a year of dating and the on-stage romance, he has never kissed you. You didn’t want to sound selfish but at the same time didn’t want to take the first move.

You placed the food you cooked earlier onto the microwave before he went to your apartment. The only thing he requested was fried chicken, and that took at least half an hour to both prepare and cook. Once you were done, you went to your room with a tray full of his favorites. The door was slightly opened, so you used your feet to widen the door gap. “Hey, C6 is definitely a hard note to reach in that song-” you smiled at the sight of Seokmin, who fell asleep onto the tiny table where his upper body bent over.

You thought maybe it was your chance to make the move. He’s sleeping anyway. Mustered all courage, you knelt down to his level where your face met his. He had long eyelashes, something you envied. Just a few centimeters away from his pursed lips— a habit he does when fast asleep, the courage you built dissolved when you pecked his forehead instead.

Ah man.. you hissed in your head.

You decided to prepare the food for him as you turned, but a large, slender hand held the nape of your neck, making you turn as it pulled you down.

Seokmin kissed you.

“Why did you kiss my forehead? I thought you were aiming my lips?” he got up.

No words came out of your mouth. Speechless, just like how you were when you first heard him live. “I-I thought you were a-asleep?” you stuttered.

“There’s this thing called acting, y’know.”

Ah.. he got you good, but the wait was worth it though. You smiled to yourself, Seokmin began munching onto the chicken leg. You loved him, probably more than he does to you.

The kiss wasn’t an act this time.

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Undone, Chapter 1 (Bitney) - Stephanie/Veronica

A/N: Welcome to Chapter 1 of UNDONE, a slow-burn Bitney lesbian AU. (This is a reposting of a story that was previously on RGF, because we intend to post future chapters here instead.)

Summary: Courtney and Bianca have instant chemistry when they meet on the set of their new job - a TV show set in the Golden Age of Hollywood. Only one problem: Bianca is married.

TW: This story deals with themes of emotional abuse, and since that can be subtle, we’re going to keep a general TW on all of the chapters, even when it seems like it doesn’t apply.

***

Bianca examines the actor in front of her critically, making sure that the pleats are straight and there are no wrinkles, that all the edges are clean and sharp. She knows she’s taking too long, being too compulsive, but she’s determined for everything to be absolutely perfect.

It’s the first day of production for “Silver Screens, Broken Dreams,” her latest gig - an HBO drama all about 1950s Hollywood intrigue. She’s been trapped in the wardrobe trailer since 6 am, powering through the background talent with the help of her PA and about 5 gallons of coffee. Right now, she's trying to get through the day players and stand-ins before she has to help her department head with the lead actors - who are turning out to be a real handful.

“Alright...stand here.” She directs him to a spot on the wall, taking a Polaroid for the binder. “Thanks, Louis, you’re done.” The actor leaves, and she calls out for her PA. “Jamie!”

The frazzled-looking young woman comes racing in from the adjacent trailer, where she was steaming and tagging the next day’s wardrobe. Seeing her anxiety-riddled face, Bianca almost feels bad. She knows that she’s been taking her own frayed nerves out on the girl, snapping at her so many times, she’s surprised Jamie doesn’t have bite marks. She’s just such a damn newbie and Bianca is not a babysitter. This job is too important.

“Send in the next victim,” Bianca says brusquely.

Jamie nods and opens her mouth to ask a question, then thinks better of it and scampers off again.

Bianca turns to clear some scraps off her work table, checking her binder, crossing Louis off her list. When she hears the trailer door open again, she turns around to greet the next actor, and the air is knocked out of her lungs. Standing in front of the open door, backlit by the bright California sunshine, is the most dazzlingly gorgeous blonde she’s ever seen in her life. Heart-shaped face like an angel, hooded green eyes, a delicate jaw, and a perfect, petite body with legs for days. Bianca swallows, picking up her measuring tape, trying to cover her shaking hands.

Courtney steps forward, letting the door swing closed behind her, looking at the wardrobe assistant standing in front of her, who is biting her plush, ruby lips in the cutest way. Courtney tries to breathe evenly, taking in her wide blue eyes, chocolate brown hair, the way her clothes hug that body, which is too curvy for her own good. Holy shit. Courtney knows what she likes, and this girl? Checks every box.

When Bianca hears the girl’s lilting Australian accent, suddenly her looks aren’t the most alluring thing about her.

“I thought I was gonna be the one getting naked, but this works too.” Courtney gestures to a button on Bianca's shirt that had popped open, eyes glittering with mischief.

“Sorry.” Bianca quickly pulls her shirt closed, making Courtney laugh. “I usually know the name of the person that I'm getting naked with.” Bianca chuckles weakly, knowing she’s making a fool of herself.

“I used to care about that, but the name tags kept falling off during the orgies, so now I’m more chill.” Courtney flashes a coy smile, toying with one of her long pigtails.

Bianca looks at her for a moment before grinning back, revealing deep dimples.

“You’re trouble.”

“No, actually I'm Courtney.” Courtney shakes Bianca's perfectly manicured hand.

“Bianca.” Courtney’s heart deflates just a little when she catches sight of the huge diamond glittering on Bianca’s finger.

“Great,” Courtney breathes. “Now we can get naked.”

“Right. Speaking of which, I need you to...uh...disrobe. Please,” Bianca says, knowing that this is the weirdest part of her job.

Courtney doesn’t appear to be fazed, whipping off her top and kicking off her shorts, posing seductively in her bra and panties.

Bianca clears her throat, wondering if she was ever that free-spirited, even when she was young and single, and deciding...probably not. She consults her chart, trying not to ogle the tan, lithe body in front of her.

“Courtney...you’re standing in for Eliza, right?”

“Yup, that’s what they tell me.”

“Alright, so let’s double check your measurements and then do I have a dress for you.” Bianca begins to measure her, jotting down the numbers in her binder.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re gonna love it. Sexiest you’ll ever look. I can tell it’s gonna be right up your alley. Don’t steal it. I know you’ll be tempted.”

Courtney giggles. “Well, now I can’t wait to see it.”

Bianca finishes, then walks over and pulls a dress off the rack. Baby blue, buttons up to the neck, ankle length. She swings it from the hangar, ambling back over to Courtney with a smirk.

“Miss Eliza is fresh off the train in this scene. Nice little midwestern girl, uncorrupted by Hollywood's evil ways. We’ve got a matching bonnet, too.”

“Oh my god…” Courtney laughs, looking at the dress, hands over her cheeks. “Well, that’s almost as modest as what I wore to church yesterday.”

Bianca throws back her head and laughs.

“Oh really? You were in church yesterday?”

“Well. I was at The Abbey yesterday.” She holds up her arms so that Bianca can help slip it over her head. “It used to be a church. Now it’s...gay church. AKA Sunday Funday.”

“Same thing, eh?” Bianca laughs.

“Exactly.”

“Let me just make sure the hem hits you properly and then we can deal with the hat.” Bianca finishes fastening the buttons and kneels down to adjust the hem. “It’s really something else. Beth wants me to-”

“What are those things?!” Courtney suddenly shrieks happily, eyes wide with delight.

“Oh, those are my dogs. Samson and Delilah.”

“They are fucking tiny, holy shit!” Courtney squeals, looking at the tiny little chihuahuas sleeping in what appears to be a purse with a mesh side. Sammy yawns, and Bianca gives a small chuckle.

“Yeah, they’re pocket-sized.”

“Pocket-sized bougie little purse dogs. I fucking love it.” Courtney laughs. “They don't even look like dogs.”

“Nah, they're basically rats who bark. Alright, dress is good. Time for the real magic.” Bianca holds up a demure blue hat with long dangling ribbons.

“Dear god,” Courtney mutters.

Bianca laughs, placing the bonnet on her head and tying the ribbons into a neat bow.

“Precious,” she says, with an amused nod. “Can you stand over by that wall?”

“Sure.” Courtney poses for the Polaroid camera, eyes smoldering.

“Okay, you’re good to go. Here are your shoes. Come back at the end of the day so we can check you out...I’m sure you know the drill.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.” Courtney slips on the shoes, then gathers her clothes, stuffing everything into her bag. She points at the dogs. “I am gonna cuddle the shit out of you real soon, and that’s a promise.”

“They can’t wait, I’m sure,” Bianca replies, biting back a grin.

“Thanks!”

As Bianca watches her leave, she realizes that there’s an unfamiliar warmth spreading in her chest - she’s already anticipating the blonde’s return. She takes a deep breath.

“Jamie!”

The PA runs in, breathless, grimacing in pain, standing in the doorway with an expectant, worried look.

“Are you in the mood for some Starbucks?” Bianca asks.

“I...what?” Jamie blinks at her.

Bianca smiles kindly, handing over her credit card.

“You’ve been working so hard. Why don’t you take a break and go grab something? I could use a real coffee, too, instead of this crafty stuff.”

“I...okay. Thanks!” Jamie accepts the card tentatively. She seems slightly suspicious, but doesn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Send in the next actor before you leave, okay?” Bianca grins again, flashing her dimples at the girl, and then goes back to her clipboard, a faint smile still on her face.

***

At lunchtime, Bianca sits with her boss, Beth, and the art department girls they’ve worked with on three shows. She listens in on all the latest gossip: the shake-ups in the writer’s room, who’s getting fired, and potential new scenes they’ll have to prepare for in the coming weeks. She sees Courtney walking towards their table with her tray and waves.

“Hey,” the blonde says. “Room for one more?”

“Sure, but...you don’t want to sit with the other talent?” Bianca asks her with a soft smile.

“Talent?” Courtney chuckles, sliding into a seat. “I’m a stand-in. I’m not talent; I’m a human prop.”

“Well, that’s a refreshing level of self-awareness,” Bianca laughs. “And hey, props are important too. That’s Katie, she takes props very seriously.” Bianca gestures to a brunette at the end of the table.

“Hi!” Courtney waves, shrugging good-naturedly, then says, “I’m not saying I don’t have talent. I’m just not being paid for it on this particular production. I have many talents, actually.” She licks her fork, fingers toying with the buttons on her dress.

“Good to know.” Bianca swallows, heart racing. She can feel her cheeks heating up as she watches, thighs pressed together under the table. She’s unable to tear her eyes from Courtney’s, trying to figure out if the naughty expression that flashed across her face was real or imaginary.

Beth exchanges pointed look with Sarah, the production designer, and then they both go back to eating.

Suddenly, there’s a flurry of activity as the set PAs come rushing around with new call sheets.

“What the fuck, this is a whole ‘nother set!” Sarah exclaims. “We’ve been dressing the library all day, why are we suddenly shooting in Mr. Harris’ office?!”

“Miranda needs a root canal, Jay had to switch it.”

“Motherfucker!”

The art girls jump up, screaming frantically into their walkies, and Beth huffs, exasperated, choking down a few mouthfuls of her lunch.

“I guess I better go get the new wardrobe ready. It looks like the boys are back in their Day 4 looks.”

Bianca rises to follow her.

“No, you stay and eat. You’ve been here since 6. I’ll get Jamie and Chris to help me. Seriously, eat,” she repeats, when Bianca protests.

And suddenly Bianca and Courtney are left alone at the table. Bianca smiles awkwardly, flashing her dimples.

“Never a dull moment, eh?” Courtney asks.

“Nope,” Bianca agrees.

“So...how long have you been married?” Courtney gestures to the impressive rock on Bianca’s finger.

“Oh, uh…” Bianca looks down, playing with her ring. “A little over six months. But I’ve been with my husband since we were like 18, so...sometimes it feels like forever.” She bites her lip, trying not to get distracted by Courtney’s green eyes, how bright and attentive they are.

“Aww, that’s so sweet. And a little gross,” Courtney jokes, then says, “I'm sure he’s lovely.”

Courtney lays her hand on top of Bianca's, rubbing her thumb along the ring, gazing into her eyes.

“Um. Yeah,” Bianca replies hoarsely. “What...what about you? Any...uh…” Bianca’s mind is mush.

“Nah. I’ve been single for almost two years. But it’s been pretty fun, because I’m kind of going through a slutty phase.” Courtney wraps her tongue around the straw of her drink, holding Bianca’s gaze, eyelashes fluttering.

Bianca clears her throat. What the fuck is wrong with her? She deals with stunning actors every single day. Beautiful, naked young actors, who she has to measure and dress and it’s never caused her to bat an eye. Like Farrah, the girl who is actually playing the part of Eliza, the one Courtney is a stand-in for. She’s got the same build, same blonde hair, a beautiful face by any objective measure. But despite having met her 4 times for fittings over the last week, Bianca isn’t positive she could pick her out of a line-up of other young Hollywood blondes. And now here’s this girl with a dress buttoned up to her chin, and Bianca’s palms are sweating just looking into her mischievous, flashing green eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here, cunt?!” someone asks, and Courtney finally breaks her gaze with Bianca to look in the direction of the voice. A tall, pouty-lipped girl with messy blue ombre hair, wearing a flannel shirt, a trucker hat that reads ‘I ❤ TITTIES & BEER’ and a tool belt full of mic packs.

“Adore? You’re on this show?” Courtney squeals delightedly.

“Apparently, chola! Hey!” Adore grins and slides onto the bench beside her, giving her a hug. She and Courtney had been friends (and occasional fuck buddies) for about three years. The type of friendship where, when they’re together, they’re joined-at-the-hip, ride-or-die besties, but can also go weeks at a time without talking. Which explains why neither of them knew about their current jobs – Courtney as stand-in and Adore in the sound department.

“Hiya, love,” Courtney laughs. “Nice hat.”

“I see you already found yourself a hot girlfriend, first day. Nice work, whore,” Adore nods appreciatively in Bianca’s direction, pinching Courtney’s thigh.

“Adore, this is Bianca. She’s in wardrobe and she’s a respectable married heterosexual woman.”

“Ew, why?” Adore wrinkles her nose.

“Why what?” Bianca asks, sitting up straight, bracing for trouble. She immediately dislikes this blue-haired, foul-mouthed young woman.

“Nevermind,” Adore says dismissively, then turns back to Courtney. “Bitch, you’re coming to Roosterfish on Thursday, right?”

“Of course.”

“Rad. Wear something pretty and maybe you’ll get lucky.” Adore gives her a brief kiss on the corner of her mouth and then gets up, sauntering away, cables dangling from her hip like a rope.

Bianca follows the girl’s swinging hips and round ass, wondering what the deal is between her and Courtney, and why she suddenly feels possessive over someone she just met that morning.

“She’s cute,” Bianca manages to force out.

“Oh yeah. She’s so much fun, too. We met on this god-awful indie film, years ago. I swear I’ve worked on student films that were less of a tragic mess than that disaster. Having someone around with a sense of humor saved me from a nervous breakdown. We’ve been friends ever since.”

“That’s cool.”

“And the sex isn’t bad either.”

Bianca coughs, spitting out some of her diet coke. Courtney sips her own drink, batting her eyes innocently as Bianca attempts to recover some dignity.

***

After a long, exhausting first day of shooting, Bianca finally arrives home to her Brentwood condo - a modern, pristine two-bedroom, tastefully decorated in shades gray. She walks over to the sofa and collapses, arm over her eyes, muscles aching. She’s not sure how long she’s been laying there - maybe 3 minutes, maybe 5, when she hears the front door open.

“Hey…” she calls weakly.

Jared chuckles, striding over to her and jumping onto the couch to lay beside her.

“Rough day?”

“Mmmmm…” She snuggles against him.

“So I guess this means there’s no dinner?”

Bianca opens one eye and scowls at him.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously, I’m hungry.” Jared kisses her cheek. “And Willam and Matt are coming over at 8 to work on the presentation for Joe, so, you know...we need to feed them.”

“Babe, I’ve been up since 4 am. Can’t we just order in?” Bianca runs her fingers through Jared’s light brown hair, pouting.

“Awww, you’re tired? After one day of playing dress up?” Jared mocks her in a teasing tone, snickering. “You just had a month off, you lazy bitch.”

Bianca narrows her eyes at him, tongue pressed into her cheek. There’s a long heated moment. His eyes dance with laughter, challenging her to fight back. But she won’t give him the satisfaction.

“I think there’s salmon and pesto in the fridge,” she finally says.

He grins, sliding his hands around her waist, kissing her neck.

“Good girl,” he growls against her skin, pulling her close.

She sighs against him, arching forward, then meets his lips for a deep kiss, grasping his hair, thrusting her hips forward.

“Oh, fuck…” he breathes, digging his fingers into her ass.

She bites softly at his bottom lip, grinding down against him, earning another groan, and then, without any warning, she jumps off the couch with a saucy wink.

“Later, babe. I need to cook, remember?”

He leans back, panting, chuckling slightly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he calls after her, eyes glued to her ass as she ambles into the kitchen, laughing gaily.

***

Courtney’s been staring down at her phone for the last 5 minutes, texting someone, while Bianca works on Linda, one of the day players. She’s giggling softly to herself, a sly smile on her face, Dede curled in her lap. Bianca tries not to obsess about who could possibly be captivating her attention so completely, but it’s proving to be quite a challenge. Finally, she finishes with Linda and turns to Courtney, clearing her throat.

“Alright, blondie. You’re up,” Bianca says, lifting the dog out of her lap and placing her back into the carrier.

Courtney stands, tilting her phone towards Bianca to reveal a picture taken earlier in the dressing room.

“Is this picture sexy or desperate?” she asks sweetly.

“Um...I guess it depends where you crop it,” Bianca says, swallowing.

“Good point.” Courtney laughs.

“Who ya texting?” Bianca asks, playfully batting her eyes.

“My friend, Violet. I guess she’s sort of an ex, too.” She looks at Bianca for a moment, trying to read the expression on her face. Is she jealous? Courtney decides that she might like that.

“Violet...huh.”

“What?”

“Well, I’ve just found that girls with color names typically have a high rate of STDs,” Bianca says casually, shrugging.

“Oh really?” Courtney raises one eyebrow.

“Mmm…” Bianca goes back to pinning her dress.

“Doesn’t Bianca mean ‘white’?” Courtney asks sweetly.

“Go fuck yourself!” Bianca barks quickly, causing Courtney to burst out laughing.

“I think I actually might when I get home."

“Ughhhh, too much,” Bianca groans, shaking her head, trying to stop the dimples from appearing on her cheeks.

Courtney giggles and goes back to her phone.

“Seriously, what’s up? You look like the cat who swallowed the canary.”

“Nothing,” Courtney smirks.

“Really?”

“We’ve just barely seen each other since I lived in Australia, since she’s always on tour when I go back.”

“On tour? For what?”

Courtney looks up, straight into Bianca’s bright blue eyes, as she says, “She’s a burlesque dancer.”

“You seriously fucked a burlesque dancer?” Bianca tries not to gape, openmouthed.

“I didn’t say I fucked her….but I did.” Courtney twirls her hair, a coy smile on her lips.

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks. Actually, she’s was my first, back in the day.” Courtney sighs dreamily, one eye carefully watching Bianca’s reaction.

“Your first time having sex was with a burlesque dancer?”

“I mean, she wasn’t a burlesque dancer then.”

“Sure, but Jesus. What is your life? My first time was with a person who’s still living in my hometown, married with three kids, working as like, a hospital administrator.”

“Well, I’m sure he’s lovely too,” Courtney assures her, laughing. “Anyway, she’s coming to town this weekend so I want to think of something fun to...”

Bianca sticks her tongue into her cheek as Courtney continues. She supposes it’s her fault. She did use gender-ambiguous language. Intentionally? she wonders. And she is married to a man, so Courtney is only making the same assumption about her sexuality that everyone else always makes. But she can’t help but be the slightest, tiniest bit disappointed that this opportunity to reveal a deeper truth about herself passed by without her doing anything about it, the moment fizzling now like flat champagne.

“...what’s a good synonym for ‘thrust’?”

“Uh…” Bianca wrinkles her nose.

Thankfully, she’s saved from the awkwardness of helping Courtney with her sexting by one of the Production Office PAs coming in to get their orders for a Starbucks run. Bianca asks for a venti dark roast with a splash of cream. He turns to Courtney.

“Would you like anything, Ms. Hamilton?”

“Ummm, sure,” Courtney says, looking up from her phone. “Can I get a bottle of coconut water? But, only if they have the kind that’s fair trade, like Harmless Harvest - with the green cap.” She flashes a cute smile.

“Sure thing.” He ducks out of the trailer.

“Good god,” Bianca mutters, pinning the waist of her dress.

“What?”

“You’re just a lot.”

Courtney holds up her phone, pursing her lips to take a selfie.

“I know,” she says replies brightly, lashes fluttering.

***

“Okay, so, since we’re dealing with all the outerwear tomorrow, and it’s gonna be like 85 degrees, Neil said we can bring on another PA to help,” Beth says, scanning the legal pad in her lap as Bianca listens attentively. “I’m putting you in charge of her, so just give her the rundown in the morning and make sure she’s on set all day to take care of the talent and keep the coats tagged, etc.”

“Got it,” Bianca says.

“Alright, so we’ve got the boys in their power suits, Eliza in the little salmon sweetheart number, Margie’s pencil-”

“Hi, sorry to interrupt…”

Bianca and Beth turn towards Courtney, leaning against the screen door, an apologetic look on her face.

“Um, they want me to hold a glass in the next scene and Joey asked me to get rid of the red nails. Do you guys have any polish remover?” Courtney wiggles her fingers, showing her short, bright red nails.

“Sorry, no,” Bianca replies. “Maybe try makeup?”

“Oh, right. Cheers! Sorry again!” Courtney skips down the steps, skirt flouncing. Bianca watches her, how the big swirling skirt accentuates her tiny waist, blonde hair shining in the sunlight.

“Marjorie’s in the pencil skirt. I’m not thrilled with how the top is looking. Maybe if we add a wrap, or something to...B? You listening?”

“Hmmm? Yeah.” Bianca looks back at Beth, who has a bemused expression on her face. “What?”

Beth presses her lips together, shaking her head.

“Nothing.”

Bianca narrows her eyes.

“So we’re adding a wrap to Marjorie’s ensemble? Should it be green to stay within her color story for the episode, or you wanna add some contrast?”

“Let’s stick to the color story,” Beth replies, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

***

“Is that just an entire plate of cheesy mashed potatoes?” Courtney asks Adore, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“Yeah, I’m carbing up.” Adore shovels a huge bite into her mouth.

“Gross,” Courtney says, taking a delicate bite of her broccoli.

“Whatever, judgey.”

“Bianca! Hi!” Courtney waves Bianca over enthusiastically.

“Hey.”

“Um, wanna sit?”

Bianca shifts, glancing over to her usual table, where Beth and her other wardrobe department co-workers sit, along with the art girls. She takes a breath and slides in beside Adore, unable to say no to Courtney’s bright smile, setting the dog carrier on the bench.

“Sure. Hey, Adore.”

“Yo.”

“I’m glad I caught you. It totally slipped my mind earlier but I’ve actually got something for you.” Courtney picks up a large handbag and while she’s rifling through it, Adore looks over at Bianca and mouths “her pussy.”

Bianca makes a face at Adore, who throws back her head and laughs.

Without even looking up, Courtney says, “Adore, would you stop?”

“Sorry, boo,” Adore giggles, not looking the slightest bit sorry.

“Okay, so, I don’t know what your stance is on putting dogs in clothes, but I saw these and I couldn’t resist,” Courtney says, putting two tiny outfits on the table. “And you know...it’s not like they’re real dogs anyway.”

“Oh my god,” Bianca opens her mouth in amazement, laughing. She turns to the dogs, who are scratching at the mesh on the side of the bag. “What do you guys think? Yeah, I think she’s crazy too.”

There’s a little dress covered in daisies, and overalls with a turquoise plaid shirt.

“I got one that’s high femme, and one that’s sort of soft butch. You can choose who wears what. I’m not trying to push gender labels on them simply because of biological sex.”

“That’s nice. Very open-minded.”

“Yeah.” Courtney flutters her lashes.

“Can’t wait to see Jared’s face when Sammy’s wearing a dress,” she snickers.

“But they’re cute, huh?”

“Super cute. That’s...I mean. Thanks.” Bianca grins, dimples deep in her cheeks.

“You’re very welcome. Hopefully your spoiled, bougie purse rats wear them in good health.”

“Shut up, they’re perfect.” Bianca laughs, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Perfectly hideous. That’s right! You are!” She reaches over to scratch Sammy behind the ears through the small opening in the bag.

“Asshole!”

Courtney giggles and kicks her under the table.

“Jesus, get a room,” Adore laughs.

Bianca turns to scowl at her.

“Sorry.” Adore shoves another bite of potatoes in her mouth. “Damn, why is everyone so touchy today?”

***

“So then Alexis texted me and told me she had a huge crush on Shea, who is Sasha's girlfriend,” Courtney explains while Bianca pins up her hem.

“The lesbian community is shook!” Bianca deadpans, when she looks down at her phone, seeing a text from Roxy, Jared's assistant.

ROXY: Hey girl. I just got a job with WME so I told Jared I’m leaving. He seems pretty pissed. I’m sorry, I really like you but you know how it is. If you ever need anything just text me ok💕

Bianca pauses for a moment, a little puzzled, before typing out a reply. She really liked Roxy, but she’s a little confused about why the girl thinks she would need something. She supposes she’s just trying to be polite.

BIANCA: All good, hon. Best of luck.

“Bianca Del Rio!” Courtney exclaims dramatically, hands on her hips, annoyed that her attention was diverted from her thrilling story of Westside lesbian drama.

“Sorry Court.” Bianca sighs.

“What just happened?” Courtney asks, expression softening.

“Jared just lost another assistant.”

“Another?”

“Yeah, his company has a hell of a time hanging onto people. This girl was great though, I really thought she’d stay. But she got a better offer, and so...hang on, let me check on him.”

BIANCA: I just heard about Roxy. You alright?

JARED: Whatever. That cunt didn’t even give two weeks notice. Fuck her.

“Well, seems like his pride is a little wounded,” Bianca says, chuckling softly. “I’m gonna have a very sad boy when I get home.”

“Aww.”

“Yeah. Poor baby.”

“Masculinity is so fragile,” Courtney comments, examining her nails.

“Oh my god, tell me about it. I just pray this doesn’t turn into a week-long sulk fest.”

“I’ll try to manifest some positive energy for you,” Courtney says sweetly.

“Yeah, thanks.” Bianca goes back to the hem. “I’m sure that’ll change everything.”

“Oh! Oh my god, so listen. Apparently, Sasha found out about what Alexis said, but didn’t tell Shea, but then started acting all weird around her, and so Shea is totally confused, and then…”

***

“Sasha, why don’t you just tell Shea? I don’t really get what you’re trying to accomplish here?”

“Because I’m not trying to start drama?” Sasha rolls her eyes. “Shea and Alexis are friends. Maybe Alexis didn’t mean anything deep by it.”

“But you’re being weird!” Courtney exclaims, laughing.

“I am not! You’re just perceiving my actions as weird because you’re expecting me to be weird, making it somewhat of a self-fulfilling prophecy. I, however, am acting entirely within the scope of normal rational behavior. You need to chill.” Sasha sips her drink delicately.

Courtney’s known Sasha for years - nearly since she moved to LA, when Sasha was in high demand in the fashion world for her androgynous aesthetic, steely blue eyes, and killer cheekbones. Now, she’s traded in the shaved head for a burgundy China doll cut, and works as a sculpture artist and Associate Professor of Russian Literature at Loyola Marymount. She can usually intellectualize her way out of anything, but Courtney isn’t buying it tonight.

“I am chill, Sash. I’m just trying to give you some advice, before everything turns into a shit show, and you-”

“Heyyyyy,” Adore interrupts, a sleepy, drunken smile on her face, slurring, “Courtney, maybe you shouldn’t be giving anyone advice right now? Like, seriously?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Courtney asks, cutting her eyes at Adore.

“Courtney’s in love with a straight girl,” Adore explains. Sasha looks at Courtney with a mixture of horror and delight.

“Fuck off, am not!” Courtney turns away, flipping her hair in Adore’s face.

“Okay, sorry. Courtney’s trying to bang a straight girl,” Adore corrects herself, attempting to spit out the mouthful of blonde tresses.

“I am not,” Courtney laughs.

“Are too! You’ve been flirting your sweet ass off all week, you little slut.” Adore smacks her on the ass.

“Not even! We’re just friends, cause she’s she’s cool, and funny-”

“And hot.”

“So what? Like I’m not supposed to be friends with someone because they’re hot? That would be...discriminatory,” Courtney says.

“Like racism, practically.” Adore nods mockingly.

“Yeah. Practically racism,” Courtney agrees, giggling.

Shea and Pearl approach the group with a fresh round of drinks.

“What’s practically racism? Are you fucking white girls doing that false equivalency bullshit again? You know I hate that.”

“I know you do, and I would never,” says Sasha, kissing her. Courtney smiles.

“I’m not white,” says Adore.

“You’re white enough to piss me off in this context. Take your shot,” Shea orders.

“It was a joke; Adore was mocking me,” Courtney explains.

“Oh, well in that case…” Shea holds up her shot glass. “To mocking those who ask for it.” She winks at Courtney as they all down their shots.

“You’re such a bitch,” Courtney laughs, wiping her mouth.

“I know, but that’s why you love me, right?” Shea replies, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.

“Let’s dance, you boring cunts!” Adore yells, grabbing Courtney’s hand, causing her to let out a gleeful shriek.

***

“Should I be embarrassed that you have to take in every one of these dresses because of how small my tits are?”

Bianca laughs, pressing down the pedal of the sewing machine.

“Are you embarrassed? Because you seem pretty confident to me…”

Courtney is currently twirling on a stool, topless, in her underwear, waiting for Bianca to be finished with the alterations. She holds both of the dogs in her arms, so thankfully Bianca isn’t so distracted that she sews through her hand, which she’d almost done earlier. Courtney thinks for a moment.

“Well...I mean I guess it’s good that I’m basically flat chested. It does allow me to get jobs, like this one, as the body double for a 16 year old.”

“Wait a second. Farrah is sixteen?”

“Yeah.”

Bianca stares at Courtney, flabbergasted, making her laugh.

“Why did you think they need a full-time double?”

“I dunno, I just figured she was expensive and they wanted to save cash. She was on that Disney show, and doesn’t she have a movie coming out with-”

“She’s not expensive. She’s just underage.”

“Jesus. They need to stop putting so much makeup on her. The first time I met her, I wasn’t sure if her or her mother was the younger one,” Bianca says, finishing the stitching and standing up with the dress.

Courtney puts down the dogs and walks towards Bianca.

“Oh my god, her mother. Miss Trinity Taylor. I think she’s only 30-something, so that makes sense. But you’re right, they do pile a lot of makeup on Farrah’s little face.”

“Although the more I talked to Trinity, the older she seemed. I think she must have gotten a bad batch of botox between the first time I met her and now, too.

“You mean that droopy lid? Yeah, hopefully that goes away.” Courtney giggles, lifting her arms so that Bianca can slip the dress over her head.

“Bless her heart…” Bianca murmurs, straightening the dress.

“Bless her heart. You know, say what you will about the American south. But you guys do have the nicest way of saying ‘fuck that bitch.’”

Bianca bursts out laughing.

“We do!” she agrees. “We really do.”

***

Bianca and Jamie check in the wardrobe at the end of the day, carefully tagging everything and making sure that they have polaroids and that the binders are complete.

Bianca nods appreciatively at the PA’s notes in the binder for the background talent. “Good work,” she tells her.

Jamie smiles, wheeling a rack into the other trailer, a blush rising to her cheeks. Bianca realizes that it may be the first compliment she’s given her all week. She sighs, hanging up a garment bag, trying not to listen in on the conversation that Courtney’s having behind the curtain as she changes.

“...No, I told you, the key was in the flower pot...the African violets, get it?!...Anyway, glad you found it...Yeah, I’m almost done here, so we’ll meet you at the theatre…With bells on, love...Adore wants a lap dance, so please make that happen...I’ll send you her picture...Yes, she’s hot...I’m hanging up now...You’re terrible, Muriel.”

Courtney emerges from the changing room and hands Bianca her dress, backpack on her shoulder.

Bianca tries to keep her voice light as she asks, “Your burlesque dancer?”

“Yeah. She and some of the other girls are staying with me this weekend. Hopefully my house is still standing when I get there tonight. They’ve been in my hot tub, drinking my wine all afternoon.”

“Mhmm.” Bianca says. “Sounds like you’ve got a fun weekend in store.” Bianca isn’t sure why, but the thought of not seeing her for two days is making her feel strange, like a weight bearing down on her chest.

“Let’s hope so!” Courtney replies cheerfully.

“Court! Hurry up!” Adore barks from outside the trailer. “I’m hungry and that means I’m cranky…”

Courtney heads for the door, turning around to say goodbye.

“See you on Monday, B.” She flashes a sunny smile, then suddenly looks a little embarrassed. “Shit, is that okay? Do people call you that?”

Dimples appear in Bianca's cheeks as she smiles back.

“Yeah. B’s fine. See you Monday.”

Courtney pulls open the door, hesitating for one more second, glancing over her shoulder at Bianca.

“Courtney! Come on!”

“Bye…” She skips down the trailer steps.

“Goodnight.” As the screen door swings shut, Bianca collapses into her chair, face buried in her arms.

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #courtney act #bitney #adore delano #oc #lesbian au #fluff #angst #undone #sasha velour #shea coulee #stephanie #veronica #tw emotional abuse

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domesticity [eunwoo]

word count: 19.2k (get comfy, get some snacks, and never expect a fic this long from me ever again)

warnings: none

author: mel

“Time passes slower without you.”

♡

“Hey Jinnie!” You said brightly as you picked up the call from your best friend. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to see how it was going with you.” His voice came through your phone as you walked down the city streets. “We just got back from promotions so I figured we could hang out sometime soon.”

“Yeah, I’d love to. I have time between job interviews this afternoon if that works. We can get coffee or something.”

As you passed by a store window, you saw an advert for some random product, and you stopped to look at for a moment. The picture was of one of your favorite actors, Cha Eunwoo. Not only was he very handsome, but he had a lot of talent and always played his roles well.

“Our normal coffee place?” Jinwoo asked over the phone, as you observed the ad.

“Yep. Does one-fifteen work?”

“Perfect, see you then, Y/N.”

“See you, Jinnie.”

Once you had hung up, you dragged your eyes away from the ad to keep walking towards your destination. You got there before Jinwoo, and took a table in the corner. It was more secluded, you knew his music group was starting to gain more popularity. You were happy for your childhood friend, he was really out there living his dream of being an idol. However, you weren’t very familiar with his group; you didn’t really keep up with that kind of stuff, which was ironic considering you kept up with k-dramas, and many of the actors often crossed between singing and acting.

The short figure of your friend coming through the door pulled you from your thoughts, and you waved to him. When he spotted you, he smiled and you stood to greet him.

“Jinnie! You have your natural hair back! Well, kind of.” You squealed, ruffling his red-brown hair as you hugged him briefly before sitting down. Last time you were able to see him, he had bleached blonde hair, and before that he had blue fringe under the blonde hair.

“Oh yeah, we haven’t seen each other in uh… way too long.” He ran a hand through his hair, and the waitress came over to take your order.

After you ordered, you continued the conversation. “So how have you been? You know, being an idol and going on promotions and variety shows and all that.”

“Ah, it’s been the time of my life. But, I’m glad to just have a break, and hang out with my regular friends again. I love those five boys, but,” Jinwoo let out a groan, and you laughed. “What about your roommates? You get along with them?”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, taking a sip of your drink the waitress had just given you. “Joosung got an internship in a different city, so she’s living out there now, and Bitna moved in with her boyfriend.”

“So you’re living there by yourself?”

“Only for another couple days.”

“Oh, are you getting a new roommate then?”

“No,” you shook your head, taking a deep breath. “That’s when I’m being evicted.”

“Evicted?” Jinwoo shot up in his seat, eyes widening, and he immediately became much more worried. “Do you have another place to rent? You said you’re between job interviews, did you lose your job too? Holy crap, Y/N, why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve-”

“Jinwoo.” You stopped his assault of questions with a hand, biting your lip to try to keep from spilling all of your own anxieties onto him. “Yeah, I’m currently unemployed. But, I’ve got it under control.”

“Do you have a place to stay in the meantime?”

“Well, not really.”

“Move in with me.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. His tone made it sound more like a demand than an offer. “Uh, don’t you live in a dorm with five other guys?”

“Yeah, so? You can crash on the couch, or take my bed. Until you can go rent your own place again.” Jinwoo didn’t seem to find anything wrong with this, and unfortunately, you didn’t really have any reason to argue; you were about to be kicked out of your home, and didn’t have the money to find another place yet.

“Okay, fine.”

And that was how you ended up in the living room of Jinwoo’s dorm, holding a box of your clothes. “Here, I’ll take those into my room for you.” Jinwoo took the box from you, leaving you to stand there awkwardly. Nobody else seemed to be home, and you took a look around the place. It was clearly lived in by six boys, the occasional article of clothing strewn around, and it wasn’t necessarily dirty, but it wasn’t very clean.

You decided to walk to the kitchen to see if you would be able to cook for them all tonight, to give your thanks. Inside the kitchen there was already someone, a black-haired boy leaning into the fridge. He didn’t seem to notice your presence, and you were frozen for a moment, deciding whether or not to introduce yourself.

“Bin, did you get milk?” The boy asked, turning around to address you.

Your jaw almost dislocated from your skull when he faced you. It was your favorite actor, Cha Eunwoo, in a casual pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, barefaced and still beautiful.

“Oh sorry, I thought you were Moonbin. You must be Y/L/N Y/N, JinJin hyung’s friend that’s staying for a while.” He bowed politely to you, and you were still frozen in surprise. “I’m L-”

Before he could even introduce himself, you dashed out of the room, your stomach jumping to your throat. Going through the open door Jinwoo had disappeared into when he said he was going to put your stuff away, you threw the door closed behind you.

The two boys inside looked at you, confused. “Jinwoo! A word. Now.” You demanded, narrowing your eyes at your friend.

“Uhm, MJ hyung, this is Y/L/N Y/N. Y/N, this is Kim Myungjun, he’ll be sharing this room with you while you stay here.” Jinwoo seemed nervous, clearly realizing that he had pissed you off in some way.

“We can do introductions later.” The dark-haired boy who was about your friend’s height said awkwardly, leaving the room.

“Y/N, what happened?”

“Park. Freaking. Jinwoo. Why didn’t you tell me you lived with Cha Eunwoo, literally one of the most handsome actors ever?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, desperately trying to get your breathing under control.

“I thought you knew.”

“I’m sorry, but I really don’t keep up your group. Oh my god I just made a huge fool of myself in front of Cha Eunwoo.”

“Y/N, Eunwoo isn’t that scary. Come on, I’ll introduce you.” Jinwoo grabbed your arm, pulling you from the bedroom out towards the living room.

Sitting on the couch was the boy you had just been told was MJ, as well as another brown-haired boy, and Cha Eunwoo, sipping on a drink.

“Hey guys! This is Y/L/N Y/N. She’s going to be staying with us for a little bit. Y/N, this is Park Minhyuk, or Rocky, Kim Myungjun, MJ, and Cha Eunwoo.” Jinwoo gestured to each of them as he spoke, and you gave them all a polite ‘nice to meet you’, not being able to even look at Eunwoo when you did so.

“You can call me Dongmin. Lee Dongmin. That’s my real name.” The actor said with a heart-melting smile, to which you could only nod.

The front door opened, and in walked a couple more guys, both much taller than your friend, each carrying a couple bags of groceries.

“Oh hello!” The one with dark brown hair smiled brightly. “I’m Yoon Sanha!”

“I’m Moon Bin.” The other, with more purplish hair said as they put the bags down in the kitchen.

When they joined the group back in the living room, you giggled to yourself when they stood beside Jinwoo.

“What’s so funny, Y/N?” He asked, and you debated whether or not to tell him.

“I just, sometimes forget how short you are, Jinwoo.”

“Hey!” He said indignantly, and his dorm mates laughed.

“Well, it’s true, JinJin hyung.” Sanha said, and JinJin hit him in the chest, only causing Sanha to laugh even harder. “JinJin-ah!”

“Did you just-” Jinwoo chased after the boy as they ran through the dorm, Sanha squealing as the occasional profanity spilled out of the older boy’s mouth.

“So how long are you staying, Y/N?” Dongmin asked from where he sat on the couch, and you fiddled with the hem of your shirt awkwardly.

“I’m not sure, until I find a job, I suppose. Hopefully not too long, I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

“Stay as long as you need!” MJ spoke up, and the others agreed. “We don’t mind.”

“Thank you all.” You nodded politely to them, still hearing the screams of Sanha as he was chased. “Would you mind if I used your kitchen? I’d like to make dinner tonight.”

“Are you sure? We were just going to order in.”

“I’m sure. You all opened your home to me, this is the least I could do.” You insisted.

In the kitchen, you looked over the ingredients you had at your disposal. They just went grocery shopping, however it seem that they mostly just bought snack foods. You managed to pile together enough food to make a decent meal of ramyeon. Pulling your hair up into a ponytail, you started working on cutting up some of the vegetables as the frozen chicken breasts defrosted.

“Mind if I help?” Someone asked, and you turned to face them, nearly gracing their arm with the knife in your hand. “Woah! I guess not, then.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.” You shook your head at yourself, setting the blade down.

“I’m sure you weren’t trying to murder me.” It was Lee Dongmin, and he gave a reassuring smile that made your heart beat even faster. “So, what can I do to help?”

“Uh, put the chicken breasts in the microwave for a minute, and get a large pot. Please.”

Dongmin immediately did as you requested. With no complaint, he followed every direction you gave him. He was actually very pleasant to have around, trying to make conversation with you despite your own awkwardness around him.

“Y/N, I have a question.” He said as you started to cook the noodles.

“I might have an answer.” You replied, stirring them.

“Why did you run out of the kitchen earlier? When we first met, I mean.”

“I was very… surprised.”

“Did JinJin hyung not tell you he lived with other people?”

“No, he did. He just didn’t tell me that uh, one of my favorite actors, was one of the people he lived with.” You admitted, feeling the heat rise up in your face, and you hoped that the steam from the pot would be a viable excuse.

“I’m one of your favorite actors?” Dongmin asked you, mouth agape. “I-I’ve only had minor roles, really.”

“But your passion is there. It’s an incredible experience watching you on screen. Absolutely stunning.”

“Oh wow, thanks, Y/N.” He seemed kind of… flustered? as his eyes shifted around the room.

The knife he was using to cut the vegetables slipped, and he completely missed the pepper. “Ow!” He yelped, dropping the blade and drawing his hand in towards him.

Your protective instincts kicked in, and you dropped the spoon you were holding, guiding him over to the sink. “Give me your hand, Dongmin.” You said, running the faucet, making sure it was cold before sticking his bloody fingers under the slow stream.

He hissed as the water rushed through his gashes, turning red as it fell down the drain. As they were getting cleaned, you could see a cut near the second knuckle across three of his fingers. The one on his middle finger was deeper than the others, which were a little shallower, not as much blood welling to the surface.

“Where’s your first aid kit?”

“Uh, under the sink, maybe?” He seemed unsure, and you immediately dropped to your knees, searching through the cabinet.

When your hands finally gripped around the plastic box, you stood up. Taking a paper towel off the roll, you brought his hand out from under the water, pressing the towel to his fingers. “Keep holding it there, I need to find disinfectant and some bandages.”

He nodded, and you flipped the top open, eventually finding what you were looking for. Holding his wrist and the palm of his hand with yours, you gently took off the towel that was starting to get soaked with blood, and squeezed out some of the ointment. When you slathered it on, Dongmin grunted in pain, and you apologized, carefully wrapping a bandage around each finger.

“We should change the bandages in the morning, but you’ll be fine.” You said, content with your quick medical work.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Dongmin smiled thankfully to you, and it was then that you realized exactly how close you were to him, and that you were still holding his hand.

“You’re welcome.” You stepped back from him, turning to the bloodied cutting board and vegetables. “Guess we’re going to have just plain chicken ramyeon tonight.”

“Sorry for ruining your food.”

“You didn’t mean to slice your fingers open, Dongmin, it’s okay.”

Finally, the meal was prepared, and you leaned out of the kitchen to call the boys in. “Dinner’s ready!”

Immediately, there was a scrambling of footsteps as they dashed in, clearly hungry. You let them all serve themselves before going in for your own bowl. Following them into the small dining area, you sat yourself between Jinwoo and Dongmin, the only empty seat left.

“Dongmin hyung, what happened to your hand?” Moonbin asked, gesturing to his friend’s bandaged fingers.

“I was chopping celery and missed.” He explained sheepishly, and his members all laughed.

“That’s why there’s no vegetables in this, huh?” MJ cackled from across the table.

“Yes, sorry everyone.”

After dinner, you were sitting on Jinwoo’s bed, which he had given up to you for your stay. You still felt guilty about making him sleep on the couch in his own home, but he was insistent. Everyone was taking turns with the shower, and you had just finished yours, dressed in your pajamas and brushing out your wet hair now. There was a knock on the door, startling you for a moment.

“Come in.” You replied, going back to messing with your hair.

It was MJ, who offered you a bright smile as he put his clothes from the day in his laundry basket. He had apparently just come out of the shower too, new clothes on and his hair still damp. The boy plugged his phone in to charge before walking over to his bed.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said just before collapsing onto said bed, clearly not wanting further conversation.

But you couldn’t make yourself go to sleep, no matter how tired you felt. Your eyes just didn’t want to stay closed, and your brain wouldn’t turn off. Sighing, you checked your phone, making sure the brightness was all the way down as to not wake your roommate. Apparently you had been attempting to sleep for forty-five minutes now.

Shaking your head, you decided to try to go for a walk or something. Reaching into one of the boxes that held your clothes, you slipped on a jacket and quietly left your bedroom. You tiptoed through the living room where Jinwoo was sleeping, and was surprised to find the front door unlocked. These boys were lucky they didn’t get robbed; you made a mental note to talk to them about it tomorrow, it’s unsafe.

Opening the door silently, you were surprised to see a familiar figure sitting on the step.

“Dongmin?” You questioned, closing the door behind you.

“Y/N?” He was confused as well as he looked up at you. “Where are you going?”

“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d go on a walk.”

“At this time of night?” The actor frowned. “That’s not safe.”

“Well, what are you doing out here?”

“Sitting.”

You snorted at his response, “Obviously. I meant, why are you out here?”

He shrugged, patting the spot beside him. “Sit with me, if you’d like.”

Having nothing better to do, you obliged, pulling your jacket tighter around you for warmth. It was just the beginnings of fall, making the nights crisp.

“So what are you doing tomorrow, Y/N?”

“Job interviews in the city, the shopping district mainly. Why?”

“Do you mind if I come with you? I need to get some things.”

You were curious as to why Dongmin wanted to go with you, he had just met you, and had five best friends to go shopping with. “May I ask why?”

“I figured you could use the support.”

Tilting your head curiously, you looked at him for a moment, causing him to start rambling on, “And also, Minhyuk and Bin are going to the studio to work on new choreography, Sanha is going to tutoring, and the hyungs are doing something with our manager tomorrow and I don’t want to go alone.”

“Of course you can, Dongmin.” You stifled a laugh at his confession, and he gave an embarrassed smile.

“Are you laughing at my perpetual loneliness?”

“Only because I can relate.”

And so you just sat there and talked with Dongmin for hours. You talked about your childhoods, your future plans, whatever you could. You talked until you felt that your mouth was dry and your eyelids were getting heavy. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon as you let out a yawn.

“Oh great.” You rolled your eyes, standing up to stretch and check your watch. “I have an interview in three hours.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you get ready?” Dongmin offered, standing as well, opening the door for you.

“No, but thank you, I’m going to try to get a power nap in, eat, then get dressed and get down to the district by 7:30, so I have a 30 minute cushion before my interview at 8.” You explained your plan, seeing that the house hadn’t started waking up yet. Changing your voice to a whisper, you addressed your waking companion. “I completely understand if you want to get some sleep instead of coming with me, Dongmin.”

He lowered his voice to a whisper as well, “I’m alright, I’m coming with you, Y/N.”

Jinwoo was knocked out on the couch, and no noises came from any of the rooms as you quietly crept back into your bedroom. Setting an alarm on your phone for a twenty-four minute power nap, you almost immediately dozed off in your friend’s bed.

You woke up to your phone vibrating furiously, your alarm going off. You weren’t the most refreshed you’d ever been, but you were less tired than before. Stretching, you grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed for the bathroom. After your brisk shower, you changed and went out towards the kitchen, fully intending to make yourself some breakfast. Instead, you found Dongmin already standing at a counter, scrambled eggs on three plates.

Rooting around in the fridge was Jinwoo, who popped his head back out, victoriously holding the jug of milk bought the night before. “Morning, Y/N!”

“Morning, Jinwoo! Morning again, Dongmin, thanks for making breakfast.” You accepted the plate and fork the taller man held out to you, going to sit at their table.

“No problem, Y/N. We’re leaving in 45 minutes?” He asked, setting a glass of water in front of you before sitting across from you.

Jinwoo sat to your left, his own glass filled with milk. “You two are going somewhere?”

“I have a few job interviews in the shopping district.” You explained between bites. “Dongmin needs to go shopping. So, we figured we might as well go together.”

“Ooooh, have fun!” He grinned.

When breakfast was done, you hurried to do some makeup and your hair, accidentally waking MJ up. He was only a little disgruntled, going immediately to the bathroom. The younger three were still fast asleep when you and Dongmin said goodbye to JinJin at the front door, heading out into the nippy autumn air.

At the shop of your first interview, Dongmin spotted some suits he seemed interested in, and you went into the back with one of the managers. She seemed more interested in your companion than you, constantly looking out her window at him browsing the racks. You tried your best to redirect the conversation back to you and the opportunity of working at the store, but she interrupted you.

“Who did you bring with you today?” The woman asked, craning her neck to still see Dongmin behind some clothes.

“Uh, is that pertinent to the job?” You replied awkwardly, not liking the situation.

“Is he single?”

Your blood was starting to boil. “Could we please talk about the job, Ms. Min?”

“Oh, of course, sorry.” She said apologetically, only looking back at you for a moment before refocusing on Dongmin. “Seriously, he can’t be single with a face like that.”

You finally snapped, “Ms. Min, if you’re not going to take my job interview seriously, I’m going to leave. I don’t want to work anywhere that cares more about the relationship status of attractive patrons than interviewing new employees for their stores. It is completely unprofessional and inappropriate.”

This finally got her attention, her eyes widening at the fact that you raised your voice at her. “And I don’t want anyone so utterly disrespectful working for me. Leave.”

“Thank you for the opportunity.” You gritted your teeth as you bowed to her, grabbing your bag and making a beeline for Dongmin.

He noticed you walking towards him, and immediately a smile spread across his face. “That was fast, how’d it go?”

“She wanted to know more about you than me. Let’s go.” You spat, still furious from the meeting with her.

“Really?” He frowned, then seemed to get an idea.

Dongmin leaned down to kiss your forehead as he stared at something directly over your shoulder. It was then that you realized what he was doing, making a point to the woman who had interviewed you. You hesitantly laced your fingers through his, and he gave another bright smile as he started tugging on your hand to lead you out of the store.

Just at the doorway, where you knew she could still see you from her office, he embraced you tightly and leaned down to press a long kiss to your cheek, right beside your mouth to make it look to her that it was a kiss on the lips. You tried to stifle your giggles and blushes as he finally let you go and the two of you officially left the store.

“That was mean.” You laughed, letting go of his hand to press your palms against your warm cheeks. Cha Eunwoo had just pretended to be your boyfriend for a whole forty-five seconds. So you were freaking out just a little bit.

“I’m a mean guy.” Dongmin shrugged nonchalantly, and you shook your head.

“I don’t think so.”

“Thanks.”

“I still can’t believe you did that, you’re famous. What if someone saw?” You chewed on your lip as you led the way down the street towards the site of your next interview.

Dongmin had a frown on his face. “I’m not that famous.”

“Bullshit.”

Your companion half-laughed, scratching at the back of his head. “I’m guess I didn’t think of that. I just wanted to piss that lady off.”

“And I appreciate that, Dongmin. Thank you.” Opening up your phone, you checked the time. “My next interview doesn’t start for another 45 minutes. Anywhere you want to go to beforehand?”

And so Dongmin dragged you through his favorite shops for the next half hours. In every single one he tried to persuade you to wear some outfit he chose, claiming that it would look really good on you. Each time you refused, and he finally gave up.

At the store for your next interview, he browsed the men’s section on the other side of the store, and you were pleasantly surprised to see that the person interviewing you was a man this time. Hopefully he too wouldn’t get distracted by Eunwoo.

You were called back almost ten minutes early, and you were glad to have arrived early, knowing that it made you seem much more professional. The man that interviewed you seemed eager to converse with you. Maybe a little too eager.

You were shifting in your seat uncomfortably as he kept asking you questions that felt way too personal to you. He complimented your hair, and your makeup. You were getting more and more uneasy by the minute. It was finally when he tried to nonchalantly ask your cup size that you stood up quickly, backing away from him.

“I don’t think this will be a good fit for me. Thank you, Mr. Li.” You awkwardly bowed to him, hands fumbling to grab the doorknob.

Mr. Li beat you to it, holding the door closed as you tried to open it. “But Ms. Y/N, I really want you to work here.”

“Sir, please let me leave.”

“I have just a couple more questions to ask you.” He put his hand on your shoulder, and your survival instincts immediately lit up.

Wrenching your shoulder from him grasp, you desperately banged on the door of the office, screaming as loud as you could. You knew that if you hit him in any way, you could get in serious legal trouble, so you just hoped that Dongmin or another patron had heard you. An apparently someone did, because as Mr. Li was trying to cover your mouth with his hand, the door was thrown open by none other than Dongmin, horror written across his features.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He practically bellowed, yanking the man’s hands off of you. You’d never thought of Dongmin as someone to get like this when he was angry, but he was now.

He pushed you behind him, backing out of the office to make sure Mr. Li didn’t try anything else. You peeked around Dongmin’s torso to flick Mr. Li off right before the two of you left. Your companion hurried you both out of the store and down the street.

“I can’t believe anyone would- that’s so horrible. Are you okay, Y/N? We need to tell the police.” Dongmin ranted as you struggled to keep up with his quick pace.

“He wasn’t actually going to do anything, Dongmin…” You tried to reason with him, looking at the ground.

He suddenly stopped, rubbing his face in frustration. “Aish, Y/N. Don’t make excuses for that creep. We need to tell someone.”

“It’ll be all hearsay, Dongmin.” You shook your head. “But if you really want to do something, write a letter to his boss or someone higher up than him.”

“I will.” He promised, seeming to calm down for a moment to gently grab your arm, getting you to look at him. “But you still haven’t told me, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Let’s get you home, you’re probably in shock.” He frowned, guiding you down the streets with a protective arm around your shoulders.

“I’m only saying yes because I don’t have anymore interviews today.” You grumbled, but let him take you back to the dorms.

When you got there, the two of you were alone, all the other boys out doing their own errands. Dongmin forced you to go change back into your pajamas. Once you had, you walked back out to see that he had apparently taken every single blanket and pillow in their house and threw it onto the couch. A movie was already queued up on the TV, and you could hear the sound of the microwave running. The smell of butter met your nose, and you knew he was making popcorn.

He emerged from the kitchen after the timer went off, a bowl filled to the brim with popcorn. Dongmin sat you down on the couch, wrapping a blanket around you before plopping the bowl on your lap and handing you the remote to the TV.

“I’ll be out in an hour or so, I’m going to write that letter right now.” He promised, going to walk away, but you had to stop him.

“Dongmin, are you really going to make me have a movie night alone? That’s super depressing.”

Dongmin seemed conflicted as he looked between you and his room. With a sigh, he walked over to you, sitting beside you on the couch. Victorious and a little smug, you spread one of the blankets over both your laps, offering popcorn out to him. Halfway through the movie, you commented on what one of the characters had done, but didn’t get a response. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Dongmin on his phone, furiously typing something.

“Dongmin.”

His head snapped up as he looked at you expectantly. “Yes, Y/N?”

“What are you doing?”

“Writing the letter.” He immediately went back to typing, and you pursed your lips for a moment.

“Dongmin.” You caught his attention again, reaching over to take his phone and turn it off. “I appreciate this, I really do. But what I’d appreciate more is you actually watching this movie with me right now. That’s all I want right now, a friend. Someone to tell me that everything’s okay.”

You heard your voice get smaller as you spoke, your eyes falling to your lap as you spoke. The couch shifted underneath you as Dongmin scooted closer, pulling the blankets around the both of you tighter.

He hesitantly laid a hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly. “It’s okay, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. You’re okay.”

An almost peaceful smile came to your face as you closed your eyes for a moment, just listening to Dongmin murmur comforting words to you.

“Could I ask you for one more thing, Dongmin?”

“Of course, whatever you need.”

“Don’t tell Jinnie about the second interview, or any of the boys for that matter. But really not Jinwoo.”

You could practically hear the frown in his voice as he replied, dropping his hand from your back, “Y/N, I think that hyung should know.”

“If he does, he’ll go and string the dude up by his ears.”

“Yeah, and I’ll go help him. Hell, I’m sure all of Astro would help.”

“And that sentiment means the world to me. But that doesn’t mean you need to go do it. Write your letter and let them deal with it.” You looked over your shoulder to plead with Dongmin. “Please.”

He unwillingly nodded, and you smiled again.

“Thank you, so much.” In a rush of gratitude, you attached yourself to Dongmin, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso.

The man took a moment before hugging you back, but did it with as much force as you, “You’re welcome.”

Removing your face from his chest, you keept the same small distance between the two of you, the proximity making you feel safe, even as it made your heart rate increase. You refocused on the movie that had been paused for your heart-to-heart, pressing play, “Let’s see if we can finish this before the others get home.”

And maybe it was that eventful and emotional first day you shared with Dongmin that had started your incredibly close bond. Even though you’d known the other four members for the same small amount of time, it was Dongmin that you were closest to out of them. There were even times that you found yourself pulled more towards Dongmin in times of distress, or boredom, rather than Jinwoo, who had always been your go-to for over a decade.

You’d been living with ASTRO for almost two months, but it felt like you’d always lived with them. The seven of you had fallen into a schedule, each of them playing some kind of role in your day. On the days when they all had to go in to Fantagio, you would eat breakfast together before you all headed out; them to their work, and you to your own. You’d finally gotten a job, but it was so low-paying that it would take forever for you to save up for your own apartment again.

Most days, however, you got up and helped Dongmin or Jinwoo make breakfast, then helped to serve it to any others that were awake. You would then go change while MJ waited outside your room, he had gotten used to waking up with your alarm. There was the rare occasion that Rocky or Sanha were up, and if that was the case, you’d usually be banging on the bathroom door for them to get out so you could get ready yourself. And after living with Astro for so long, you’d still yet to see Bin before you left for work.

If it was a day when they were all at dance practice, you would take your lunch break at the same time as them, and you would stop by to hang out. Rocky would proudly show you any new choreography moves he came up with, and they all always insisted on showing you how much they’d practiced their new point dance. Even though you saw it a million times at home, as you would always remind them. You’d even taken to calling the dorms your home.

After lunch, you’d have to sadly return to work, and it was usually Dongmin that walked you out of the building, giving you a final goodbye hug, with the promise of seeing you later. You were usually the last one to arrive home, your work ending right around when they would eat dinner. Except, they had started waiting up for you, making sure a hot meal was always on the table when you got home.

If you all weren’t too terribly tired, you’d sometimes play video games together, or watch a movie or whatever TV show you were all currently obsessed with. You made sure they all got to sleep as soon as you heard a yawn from their lips, no ifs ands or buts.

One night, as you said your goodnight to Sanha, having to practically shove him into his room, you came to a realization. Your life had slowly come to involve, or somewhat revolve, around these six boys. What would you do once you had enough money, and had to move out?

The only other person left awake with you was Dongmin, who looked down at you with something of a disapproving yet proud smile on his face. “You look dead, Y/N.”

“My heart is swooning, Dongmin. You really know how to woo a girl.” You scoffed, but knew what he meant, dead tired.

“What can I say? I just get all the ladies.”

“I haven’t heard you talk about any woman that wasn’t your mother in the entire time I’ve known you.”

“Maybe because I’ve had just one on my mind the whole time you’ve known me.”

“Your mother?”

He laughed, giving you a light shove towards your room. “Go to sleep, Y/N.”

“You’re avoiding my question, Lee Dongmin.”

“And you’re about to pass out, Y/L/N Y/N.” He pointed out as you nearly tripped over your feet, grabbing your arms to steady you.

Opening the door to the room you shared with MJ, you were startled to see a figure curled up in your bed, well technically Jinwoo’s bed. Which didn’t explain why Bin was there, other than he must have gotten confused in his tired state.

“Bin took my bed.” You closed the door and complained to Dongmin.

“Then you can take his, come on.” He opened his bedroom door for you, and you walked in with no arguments.

You sat on the one you knew to be Bin’s, as you had sat on the opposite one many times, watching YouTube videos or looking at memes with the owner of it, Dongmin. With half-closed eyes, you watched Dongmin busy himself with rifling through his drawers, pulling out a couple articles of clothing. “Here, unless you’re going to sleep in your work clothes.”

You accepted them from him, and he left the room while you sleepily changed. The clothes were huge on you, which made sense since Dongmin was several inches taller than you. You threw your dirty clothes into their shared hamper, after all, you were starting everyone’s laundry tomorrow.

Walking a couple steps, you opened the door for him before shuffling back to the bed. Dongmin was already in his own pajamas, and in the dim light you could see a glimmer of a smile across his face as he watched you in his clothes. Laying down, you pulled the covers over you, still a bit discontent. Everything reminded you of Bin. Gathering a fistful of the shirt you were wearing you brought the material up to your face, reveling in the feeling of Dongmin that now surrounded you.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He murmured from across the room.

“Goodnight, Dongmin.” You replied, already slipping into your dreams.

When you woke up, you were startled for a moment as you didn’t quite recognize your surroundings. But then you remembered that Bin and you had unwillingly switched beds last night, and slowly sat up. The bed across the room from yours was empty, Dongmin was already up and doing something. You smiled to yourself when you remembered that you were still wearing his shirt. Sliding off the bed, you padded out towards the kitchen, where you could hear the familiar sounds of bacon crackling and Dongmin switching between humming and singing quietly as he cooked.

“Good morning.” You said, stretching and yawning.

“Morning!” Dongmin replied brightly, but as he turned around the smile on his face dropped. He cleared his throat awkwardly, having a difficult time placing his eyes somewhere.

“Something wrong?” You asked, finally finishing your long stretch.

“You’re not wearing pants.”

It was then that you realized there was a coolness on your thighs, and when you looked down, it turned out that you were just in the shirt and your panties. The too-big pair of sweatpants must have fallen off as you tossed in your sleep. The shirt reached well past your fingertips, meaning that your undergarments weren’t visible thankfully. Except maybe earlier when you had stretched with your hands reaching far above your head.

You weren’t sure why, but you really weren’t all that embarrassed as you unabashedly walked past him to the fridge to grab the juice. “Sanha said he was waking up early this morning to eat with us. Something about seeing me off to work like a proper son. He really has made me his adopted mother. Anyway, might as well get us all something to drink, hm?”

“Uhm, Y/N.” Dongmin’s ears were starting to turn red. “I don’t think Sanha should be seeing this.”

You took in your appearance again. “Ah, you’re right. Actually, I really don’t want anyone else seeing me like this. Do you have basketball shorts?”

He nodded, and you set the carton of juice down before walking back towards his bedroom. You found the basketball shorts, making sure to tie them tight around your waist. Back in the kitchen, Sanha was in fact awake.

Begrudgingly, it seemed, as he whined to Dongmin about it. “There’s barely any sunlight, why do you get up so early?”

“Because Y/N gets up this early.” Dongmin answered simply.

“Gross, it sounds like you like her or something hyung.” Sanha snorted, then did a 180. “Wait. You do! You like JinJin hyung’s friend!”

“Sanha that’s absolutely ridiculous and if you keep yelling like that you’ll either manage to wake Bin up, or get a frying pan to the face.”

“You’re threatening me? Must be true.”

“I swear to god, who raised you?”

“You and JinJin hyung did, actually-”

“You disrespectful little-”

It was then that you decided to enter, running a hand through your bedhead as you walked in. “Morning Sanha!” You beamed to the younger member, waving to him where he sat at the table. “I can’t believe you’re actually up this early.”

He cocked his head to the side as he took in your appearance. “And I can’t believe that you’re in Dongmin hyung’s clothes… something you two want to tell me?”

Flicking him on the head as you passed him, you rolled your eyes. “Bin took my bed and kicked me out of my room last night with no pajamas. I had to make do.”

“Sure.” His comment earned him another flick on the head, making him pout. “Now I regret waking up early to see you off to work like a proper son.”

“A proper son wouldn’t speak to his mother like that.”

“Good thing you’re not actually my mother, because that would make Dongmin hyung my dad and he doesn’t seem like he’d be a very fun dad-”

Both you and Dongmin let out noises of indignation, Dongmin almost spitting out his tea. “Hey, I’d be a very fun dad!”

You looked at him incredulously. “That’s the thing you decide to comment on?”

“Yes, I’m very offended that he doesn’t think I’m fun.” Dongmin looked over to Sanha. “I bet Y/N thinks I’m fun, right?”

“I’m sure you two have had lots of fun.” The maknae wiggled his eyebrows, and you nearly screeched at his suggestive comment.

“I’m done. I’m out. I’m gonna get ready for work.” You threw your hands up as Dongmin still tried to insist that he was a fun dude.

Emerging from the bathroom in fresh clothes that actually belonged to you, you felt ready to face the day. And Sanha. And Dongmin. In the kitchen, you sat at the head of the table, where Dongmin had already set a plate of food. You dug in, careful not to get anything on your blouse. The boys joined you, and thankfully Sanha didn’t try to make any other smartass comments. He fulfilled his promise of seeing you off, giving you a hug at the door and handing you your purse. You laughed at how it really did feel like he was your son in the moment, waving goodbye to Dongmin as well as you left.

It was another two weeks later that you were finally paid for the month, and you eagerly checked your bank account. There it was. You had finally reached your goal. You had enough for the down payment on your new apartment.

You were sat on the couch as you looked at the figures on your phone. As far as you knew, it was only you and the oldest hyung home, all the others were out getting groceries or finishing up their own projects elsewhere. You felt like you should be happier as you recalculated it in your head, reconfirming that it was enough. You should’ve been yelling and screaming and bouncing off the walls, calling all the boys to let them know. But that was what was saddening you. The thought of leaving the boys. They’d become a part of your world, your life, and now you had to give them up. For what? Living alone in a one bedroom, half bathroom apartment, with barely enough room to fit half your stuff in.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” MJ’s voice was suddenly in your ears, and you glanced up to see him at the threshold to the living room, concern across his features.

“Nothing, I finally have enough for the apartment.” You tried to throw on a half-hearted smile, but knew that MJ had seen right through the façade.

“And you’re sad about that?”

“Well I’m going to miss everyone, a lot.”

“Uh, this is definitely not the last time you’ll see us.” MJ snorted, sitting beside you on the couch. “We’re all your best friends for life now, and you’re never getting rid of us. You know that, right?”

“Thanks, MJ. I don’t know how I could think anything else.” A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, but you were still somewhat melancholy.

“You’re still sad. You’re going to miss someone in particular, aren’t you?”

“Since when have you been a mind reader, MJ?”

“Pretty much since birth.”

This made you cough out a laugh, still looking down at your bank balance. “Can you promise not to tell the other boys yet? Especially not Jinwoo and Dongmin.”

“Yeah, of course.” He seemed to accept your unknowing confession; you knew that he’d be able to pick up on the reason why you specifically mentioned Dongmin. Even if you didn’t know why you did.

MJ sat with you for another moment before the sound of the door opening caught your attention, and the ruckus of all the boys returning at once filled the air. You stood up to greet them, a bittersweet smile on your face as you hugged them all, helping to bring the groceries in. In your mind you thought about how this might be the last time you had a night with them like this.

After dinner, you excused yourself to your bedroom early, feigning tiredness. But really, you needed to call the landlady and start the process of getting the contract for the apartment. She was eager to finally have a tenant, offering to email you the contract and you could move in within a week. You accepted, and after hanging up, looked to the boxes that still held all your things. Most of your clothes had been distributed across the room, in the dresser and closet, but all your other possessions and knickknacks you had were still in the same boxes they had arrived to the dorm in. You’d have to start packing soon.

It was six days later that you sat on your bed, chewing nervously on your lip, staring down your stack of boxes. You were supposed to move in to the new apartment today, but had yet to tell any of the boys. MJ knew that you were leaving soon, but not exactly when. A reluctance was at home inside of you, wanting you to stay at the dorms forever. But you couldn’t, this wasn’t where you belonged. Even though they made you feel as though you did. You had enough money to move out, and they were going on a mini tour soon. It was the right time to leave.

Standing up, you shouldered your bag that had your essentials in it, and opened the door. To your surprise, Dongmin was already standing there, hand raised as if he was about to knock before you’d swung it open.

“Hey Y/N, going somewhere?” He questioned, taking in your outfit that was clearly ready to go outside.

As he looked around the room, his eyes fell on the boxes, the result of your fervent packing over the last two days. You nervously tugged on the hem of your jacket. “Yeah, I was actually going to tell everyone about it.”

You gently pushed Dongmin back out to the living room, gesturing for him to sit down. The other members were already spread out, studying you with intrigue. “Hey guys, uh, important news.”

“Is something wrong, noona?” Sanha asked, concerned.

“No, everything’s great. I’m moving into my new apartment today.”

Your words were immediately met with screams and yells of every emotion as they all stood up to crowd you. You were pretty sure that it was a group hug, as some said congratulatory words and others lamented the loss of you in the dorms. Dongmin hung back from the group, arms crossed. He seemed upset.

“Do you need some help?” He queried, and you made eye contact for a moment, unable to tell what exactly he was feeling.

“A couple extra hands would be nice.”

“Well, you’re going to get twelve extra hands!” Jinwoo declared, and you smiled at your friends’ enthusiasm.

And so the rest of the day was spent with Astro taking your boxes up the three flights of stairs to your new apartment. Sanha and Bin almost dropped every box they carried, but everything made it up in one piece. Soon enough, most of them were hungry and decided to get dinner for everyone. That left you in the tiny apartment with Dongmin. He had barely said a word to you the whole time, almost nothing since the initial offer to help. You nervously leaned against the small kitchen counter, trying to look anywhere but your friend.

“I’m sorry.” You finally sputtered out, the guilt clawing at your lungs.

“For what?” Dongmin was genuinely confused for a moment.

“Not telling you sooner. It was a shitty thing for me to do, dropping this on you at the last minute.”

“I understand, I just- don’t you think it’s a bit soon? I mean, all you could afford was this, it’s a bit small. Maybe you could stay with us longer. To save up more money for a better place.” Dongmin stuffed his hands in his pockets as he spoke, looking over the tiny space again.

“It’s okay, it’s really all I need for just myself. And besides, you guys are going to a bunch of concerts overseas, I couldn’t stay in the dorms alone. Oh, and Lord knows that your managers didn’t want me staying there another minute, they nearly have a heart attack at the very thought of a scandal popping up because of it. I think it was time.”

Dongmin nodded, and you took it upon yourself to take a couple steps over to him and wrap your arms around his torso. He took his hands out of his pockets to reciprocate the hug as you muttered against his chest, “Thank you, Dongmin. For everything.”

“I feel like I should be thanking you, Y/N.” He softly chuckled, still holding you close to him.

“Why? I was the one staying in your house.”

“I know, but you made the dorms… a better place. It became so much livelier when you were around, and it stopped feeling like ‘the dorms’, and more like a home.”

“I’m happy that I could do that for you. Don’t worry, I’m sure the boys will drag me back to the dorms again soon.”

You could’ve sworn you’d heard him murmur, “Not soon enough.”

“Why don’t I get a hug from noona?” The loud and indignant voice of Sanha came from the doorway, and you let go of Dongmin to look at the maknae, holding your arms out.

“Come on then, you baby.” You scoffed as he quickly attached himself to you, wrapping his long limbs around you.

“I’m going to miss you a bunch, Y/N. You’re coming over every Friday night for Mario Kart, understand?”

“I can’t believe you want to be beaten to a pulp every Friday.”

Sanha let go of you with a groan, lightly shoving your shoulder. “You’re not that good, Y/N.”

“She’s better than you.” Jinwoo pointed out from where he was unpacking the takeout in your small kitchen.

“Not like that’s saying a lot.” Rocky teased, causing you and Sanha made noises of vexation at his claim that disparaged both of you.

You didn’t have any furniture except for your mattress that had been haphazardly set down in the sort-of living room. Sitting on the floor around it, the group used it as a makeshift table to rest their containers on. It felt like all of your past group dinners, but different. There was a different atmosphere as you talked and joked around with them, all of you knew it was a dinner that signaled the end of something.

It was when Sanha and Bin started yawning that you knew they had to go.

“Alright, looks like you boys need to get some sleep.” You declared, clearing the empty containers from the mattress.

There were immediately moans of protest, but you shook your head firmly, looking to Jinwoo to help you. He begrudgingly did, “Y/N’s right, we have a flight to Japan tomorrow.”

“Then we can sleep on the plane!” MJ tried to argue, and surprisingly, Dongmin spoke up.

“Can’t you see we’ve over stayed our welcome? I’m sure Y/N wants to get some sleep too, it’s not all about you guys.” He chastised the younger two as well as the eldest.

You gave him a thankful and tired smile, you really did want to get to sleep too. They gave in, and you started showing them to the front door. You were engulfed in a group hug, a mess of tall and short limbs and faces, all giving you goodnights and goodbyes. Jinwoo and Dongmin were the last two to leave, and you gave them individual hugs.

“Thank you so much, Jinwoo. I’ll never be done returning the favor.” You said to your best friend.

“I’m the one returning the favor.” He laughed, and you cocked your head curiously. “Remember when I ran away from home when we were seven and you let me sleep under your bed?”

“That lasted not even an hour.” You remembered it very well, a giggle escaping your throat as you remembered that your house was the first place his parents looked when he wasn’t home for dinner. Your parents didn’t help you conceal him at all, and the both of you were grounded from seeing each other for a week.

“Still, you don’t need feel indebted to me.”

“Too late.”

“You’re a pain.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, but the both of you were grinning, exchanging one more hug. Then, it was time to say goodbye to Dongmin. You gave him a hug, holding him tightly, just like you did the night after your disastrous interviews. There were so many things you wanted to say to him, but nothing came from your mouth. Instead, he stated simply, “See you later, Y/N.”

It didn’t feel like a proper goodbye, but would anything you could do in that moment have been? Now you would never know, watching their backs as they joined the other four at the stairwell. They all gave you one last cheer and wave before descending. Closing your front door felt like you were closing the door on the best chapter of your life, and now you were going into a filler chapter. Or maybe just the rest of your life would be a filler chapter. Maybe nothing could happen to you that was as great as when you lived with Astro.

Going to your boxes, you found the one labelled pajamas and opened it, needing to change before you practically passed out. Curiously, right on top were a couple articles of clothing that weren’t yours. You identified them as one of Dongmin’s hoodies, and the other was the t-shirt you had borrowed when Bin took your bed, and when Sanha thought that you two had done something. It brought a small smile to your face, but you couldn’t figure out how it ended up in there. Pulling out your phone, you texted Dongmin, hoping that they weren’t home yet.

[you: hey, i think i accidentally packed up a couple of your shirts with my stuff. do you want to come get them now or before you all leave tomorrow?]

You quickly got a response, one that surprised you.

[dongmin: i put them there, you can keep them. it seemed like you really liked them.]

He was correct in his assumptions, you tended to borrow that one sweatshirt when either yours were in the wash or were missing. You didn’t realize he had noticed, it was a plain black one that any of the boys could’ve owned.

[you: oh, thank you]

[dongmin: go to sleep now, you need it]

[you: so do you]

[dongmin: y/n]

You pretty much hear his stern tone through the text message.

[you: okay fine, goodnight]

[dongmin: goodnight]

And with that, you clicked off your phone, plugging it into the wall. There was no point in going into your bedroom to change, the mattress was out here. You changed into a pair of shorts and the sweater Dongmin gave you, the heat wasn’t the best in the building, especially not halfway through October. When you slid the hoodie on, you realized that it went past the shorts you were wearing. You opened another box to pull out your blankets. Plopping down onto the mattress, you quickly crawled under them and almost immediately fell asleep.

As you went about your new schedule, your lonely schedule, days turned into weeks, turned into almost two months since you’d seen any member of Astro. They weren’t on tour that long, but they had a comeback with all of those promotions, and then another tour within in Korea. You wanted to attend their Seoul concert, but your bank account couldn’t handle it. So the best you could do was stream their performances off YouTube after the fact; you didn’t even have a TV in your new apartment. They had completely transformed their looks and style for the comeback, and yet it still felt like that six dorks you had once lived with.

It was halfway through December, Christmas creeping up on you, that your phone rang, waking you from a content sleep. Rolling around under your pile of blankets, you grabbed it, looking first at the time. Almost two am. You were ready to hit ignore when you saw who the caller was. Dongmin. The two of you tried your best to keep in contact, but it was difficult with his singing and acting schedules, he was arguably the busiest member of Astro. So you mainly got news about him secondhand from the others, or from the media.

Propping yourself up on an elbow, you answered the call, putting the phone to your ear. “Morning, I guess?”

“I’m sorry, to call so late.” His apologetic voice came through the phone, tinged with distress.

“No, it’s fine. What’s up?”

“Are you home?”

“Where else would I be at two in the morning on a Thursday?”

“I thought that, you know, maybe you were staying with someone else.”

“Who would I be staying with?”

“I didn’t know if you had gotten a boyfriend or something, since the last time I’d seen you.”

“No, Dongmin, I didn’t. You don’t sound okay, what’s wrong?”

“Not really. I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I was at the dorms Friday night, remember? Six days ago?”

“I know, it’s just- I don’t know. Time passes slower without you.”

This conversation was getting weirder and weirder, and his words pierced your heart. “Dongmin.” Was all you could utter, at a loss for words.

There was a brief pause, where neither of you spoke, just listening to the sounds of the other breathing. You stood up, moving to your window to look outside, and bringing tour phone with you. It had snowed during the night, a thin white blanket coating the streets below.

“Did it snow where you boys are?” You asked, unsure of which city they’re in.

“Let me check.” The sounds of him quietly sneaking through wherever he was met your ears. “Yeah, we got snow over here.”

“And where exactly is ‘here?’”

“The dorms, it’s our last night together before our holiday break.”

“So you all get to go home?”

“Yeah, but Fantagio wants to have a Christmas concert on Christmas Eve, so it’s a mini vacation.”

“They’re making you work on Christmas Eve?”

“It’s okay, we all want to do something for Aroha for Christmas. It’s a free concert.”

“Have you boys booked your flights in advance for getting home? Because you should be home for Christmas, and all of the tickets will be gone if you get them on Christmas.”

“We’re not going home for Christmas.” He admitted, and your heart dropped. “Our Christmas is the 23rd.”

“That’s horrible! You should be with family on Christmas, not being worked to the bone!” You were wide awake now, and angry at their company.

“That’s why we want to invite you over for Christmas, if you’re not going to be home. So we can be with our whole Astro dorm family on Christmas.”

You were nearly speechless. They really considered you part of their dorm family?

“Yeah, I’m not going home, I’m actually working Christmas day too. So that sounds wonderful.”

“Great, when do you get off?”

“Five, so it’ll have to be for Christmas dinner.”

“You do know that the boys will make it a Christmas sleepover, right?”

“I’ll plan for that, then.”

There was another pause as you looked out at the streetlights shining on the snow. There it was again, you wanted to say something, a lot of somethings, actually. But you didn’t.

“I’ll let you get back to sleep, Y/N.” Dongmin finally uttered, and you bit your lip.

“Okay, goodnight Dongmin.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

As you hung up, you knew that you wouldn’t get back to sleep, not when you now had that familiar feeling swirling around inside of you. It hadn’t ever left, but it was stronger now that Dongmin was reentering your life.

The days leading up to Christmas were some of the most stressful in your life. You desperately wanted to get the boys presents, in some kind of attempt to repay their kindness. Every time you went down into town to do to work, you would search every shop for something they would like, and you could afford. December 23rd was here, and you had five out of the six gifts.

You’d gotten Sanha a plushie of a red shell from Mario Kart, and Minhyuk was getting a new speaker for when he practiced new dance moves (it was thankfully on clearance). Bin was going to receive a set of new chopsticks, since he was always eating. Jinwoo’s was the most inexpensive, a small scrapbook of childhood photos of you both, which your mother has generously sent to you. MJ’s was a purple knit sweater you’d found at the very back of a store, on sale. He always talked about how much he liked yours, might as well get him his own.

The perfect gift for Dongmin still eluded you though. You thought that you knew him so well, but not a single object in any store caught your attention. You wanted to call Jinwoo, or Bin, to ask them what Dongmin could possibly want, but you refrained from it. They were visiting their family, you couldn’t possibly. Strangely enough though, you saw a familiar brunette head poking up over a clothes rack. Getting on your tiptoes, you had to do a double take.

“Sanha?” You questioned, and the lanky boy whipped his head around.

His face lit up in a smile as he hurried through the store, immediately hugging you. “Y/N! What are you doing here?”

“Trying to do some Christmas shopping. Why are you still in Seoul? I thought you boys were going to be back home today.”

“Seoul is my home! All the other boys are from different towns, but my family is here.”

“Oh, that’s pretty cool.”

“Speaking of family, me and my brother and I are doing some shopping too, for our sister.” Your younger friend explained, dragging you to a man that was apparently his brother.

“Sanha, who is this?” He tilted his head as he looked at you.

“Junha hyung, this is my friend Y/N. Y/N, this is my older brother Yoon Junha.”

“Nice to meet you.” You bowed, offering the taller man a smile.

He smiled politely as well, bowing to you. “So how do you know my brother?”

You and Sanha exchanged a look, and you decided to answer, “It’s… a long story.”

“I mean, not really. You lived with us for a couple months.” Sanha said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Junha seemed… at the least confused. “You lived in their dorm? With six dudes?”

Glaring at Sanha, you realized how it sounded, “Only for a little bit.”

“It was like, three months, noona!” Sanha butted in again.

“Two months.” You tried to redirect the conversation. “I’m out doing some last minute Christmas shopping too. I still don’t have anything for Dongmin.”

“Ooh! Dongmin hyung wanted you to stay longer than you did, and I still think that you two had s-”

“Sanha, I swear to the Lord Almighty if you don’t shut up I’m going to drop kick you to China.”

Junha was looking at the interaction between you two, clearly unsure of whether or not he should interrupt. He hesitantly grabbed Sanha’s arm, “I don’t think we’ll find anything for our sister in here, let’s go Sanha.”

“Okay, bye Y/N!”

As he was dragged out of the store, you felt relief but also embarrassment. Junha definitely thought ill of you. You didn’t even find anything for Dongmin, and left the store empty-handed. As you walked back down the streets of Seoul, you felt your phone ring in your pocket. Picking it up, you saw that Jinwoo was calling, and eagerly answered it.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” Jinwoo asked, over the sounds of his family in the background.

“Oh, I’m good, I’m on my way home from work.” You replied. “Aren’t you visiting your family?”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m calling. They all want to talk to you.”

“Well then put me on speakerphone!”

After a click, there was a loud chorus of ‘MERRY CHRISTMAS’ blasting through your speaker, and you had to distance the phone away from your ear.

“Thank you! Merry Christmas to everyone!”

“Y/N, we wish you could’ve visited. Also, I’m sending Jinwoo back with your present and enough leftovers to feed you for a month.” His mother, who was pretty much your second mother, rambled on over the phone. “He told me about your new apartment, and I really don’t like how small he said it is, or the neighborhood it’s in. Do you have enough locks on your doors? You should have at least three for being a woman living alone there. Are you warm enough? You know what, I’ll send some sweaters back with Jinwoo too.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Park.” You knew by now that it was pointless to try to argue with her, she was aggressively kind. “Oh, and I’ll be back for New Year’s, so I’ll make sure to stop by.”

“You better.”

You spent another couple minutes talking to Jinwoo’s mother, father, and the couple of cousins you were close with a well. Jinwoo finally made them all say goodbye before taking the phone back. You could hear a door open and close, then the background murmur of the family was gone.

“Ah, peace and quiet.” He sighed, and you smiled. “So, do you have all the details for Christmas at the dorms?”

“Yeah, I’ll grab a stay over bag after work then head to the dorms, and leave the next morning before your managers throw a fit.”

“Perfect.”

“Jinwoo, while I have you, I have a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“I still don’t have a present for Dongmin. What should I get him?”

There was a brief pause before he spoke again. “Knowing Dongmin, just you being there would be enough for him.”

“Oh thanks, you’re about as helpful as Sanha.”

Your friend snorted, “You asked Sanha for advice?”

“No, I ran into him in the shopping district, and now his brother thinks that I’m a whore that turned the dorms into a giant orgy during my stay there.”

Jinwoo immediately burst out laughing, having to hold the phone away from his face as he coughed. He was wheezing, trying to compose himself, “Oh- Oh my god. That’s the- that the funniest shit, that I’ve heard in a while. Oh man. You just made my day, Y/N.”

You glared at your phone, even though he couldn’t see you. “I’m glad that someone thinks it’s funny.”

“Which brother was it?”

“Junha.”

“Oh no, that guy doesn’t have a sense of humor. If Sanha had joked about something like that, it totally went over his head.”

“Great.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Sanha clarified that you didn’t turn our dorms into a giant orgy.” Jinwoo was still laughing between sentences.

“He better have, for his own sake.” You declared, arriving at your building.

“Anyway, my mom’s calling me in for dessert. See you soon, Y/N.”

“Bye Jinwoo, tell them Merry Christmas from me again.”

“I will. Bye.”

“Bye.” You hung up, pocketing your phone again as you started your journey up the stairs.

Jinwoo’s words about a present for Dongmin still lingered in your mind, though. Your presence would be enough? Definitely not true. You’d look like an absolute piece of shit if you got every other member something except for Dongmin, and you didn’t want to do that to him. You really wanted to get him something special.

Cracking your back, you said a hasty goodbye to a coworker, ready to get the most out of your lunch break. You preferred to hang around the park near your work now that you couldn’t visit Astro, your lunch breaks didn’t sync up anymore. A small crafts fair was being held right outside the building, and your eyes roamed the stalls. One caught your attention, it was a jewelry stand. On one rack were simple leather bracelets, an empty space on them for something to be carved in. You selected a medium toned brown, handing it to the owner.

“And what would you like it to say?” He asked, taking it from your hand.

“Time passes slower without you.” You repeated the words that echoed in your head ever since Dongmin said them that night. Something about them stuck with you, stirring up those swirling emotions.

The craftsman nodded, “I’ll have it ready in twenty minutes. I think there’s a free concert going on somewhere around here in the meantime, if you want something to do while you wait.”

“Oh, that sounds nice. I think I’ll go find it.”

You wandered further into the park, the sounds of music soon reaching your eyes. All too familiar music. Not even thinking, you started running, until your feet finally brought you to the crowd gathered in front of a small stage. And sitting on chairs on that stage, singing one of their ballads, was Astro. They were all bundled up, singing out the final verse of Run. Your eyes were shining as you looked up at them, you’d never been able to actually see them preform live before. You could feel your chest swelling with pride as they all harmonized for the ending. The Aroha around you erupted into screams, and the boys all stood up to bow.

“Thank you for coming out. Thank you, Aroha.” They all waved, huge smiles on their faces.

Jinwoo took it upon himself to give a true speech, “It’s all of you that make everyday happy for us, not just our Christmas. Thank you again, Aroha. Please, go home and drink some more hot chocolate, get warm. Don’t stay out in the cold too long. We love you.”

All six said a final ‘Merry Christmas’ to the crowd. As Bin’s eyes swept the crowd one last time, it almost looked as though he made eye contact with you. He grabbed Minhyuk’s arm, pointing to you. They both waved as Minhyuk then went to grab Dongmin’s arm. Before he could get his hyung’s attention, you slipped into the crowd, hurrying away. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t want Dongmin to see you. Maybe it was because if he did, he would’ve done anything to meet with you. And you would’ve have met with him, and every time you saw him, it became harder and harder to say goodbye. Maybe you feared that one day it would be impossible to say goodbye. You didn’t know what you would do, if that day ever came. Or what Dongmin would do.

Twenty minutes still hadn’t passed, so you stopped at another stand to order yourself a warm drink and some lunch. When you were finished with the food, you checked your watch and figured you should go back to check on the bracelet. The man greeted you with a smile, holding a small box out to you. “Here you go, miss.”

You opened the box to inspect the bracelet, your fingers tracing the words now engraved into it. “It’s lovely, thank you.”

As you went to pull out your purse, he shook his head. “No need for payment, miss. That’s clearly for someone special, and I’m in the Christmas spirit.”

“I-I couldn’t possibly take this without paying you-”

“I insist.”

You stopped protesting, deciding to swallow your pride and accept his charity. “Thank you, sir. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” He waved you off, and you returned to your work.

Giddily, you traipsed down the streets of Seoul with a skip in your step. You’d just gotten off the bus that took you to the station nearest the dorms. You were almost there. In one hand was your sleepover bag, and the other was a bad that held all the boys’ presents. You felt like Santa Clause.

Knocking on the door, your excitement was bubbling over. You were finally going to see them all again. Whenever you went over for Mario Kart with Sanha, which was already a rare occasion, there was usually at least one or two members missing, always out doing something. But now they were all guaranteed to be home, and you’d be spending the night with them all again.

“I’ll get the door!” Came the loud voice of MJ, followed by several pairs of thundering footsteps.

“I want to get the door!” Bin yelled.

“No, I’m getting the door!” Sanha’s voice reached your ears, right before there was a sound of several bodies hitting the door at once, a resounding thump echoing.

“Move, you idiots.” Another familiar voice scoffed, and the door opened to reveal Bin, Sanha, and MJ still in a pile on the floor, and Minhyuk standing to the side, holding the door open for you. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Minhyuk.” You laughed as you carefully stepped over the boys that were trying to stand up again. “Merry Christmas, boys.”

They were all too busy arguing about who had pushed who, and whose elbow ended up in whose face to reply, and Minhyuk gestured you further into the dorms. You smelled something coming from the kitchen, and peeked your head in. Dongmin and Jinwoo’s backs were to you as they cooked, chatting amicably.

“Can I help?” You chirped, and they both whipped around, clutching their chests.

“Aish, you’re quiet.” Dongmin relaxed, a twinkling smile on his face.

“Anyone can sneak up on you with you all blaring Christmas music this loud.” You referenced the Mariah Carey that was currently playing from the speakers on the TV, at full volume.

“But it’s great music!” Jinwoo commented, setting his spoon down to give you a quick hug. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

Before you could reply, he let go of you and started singing along to the song with his Power Vocals. “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need.”

He pointed to you to continue the song, and you gleefully obliged, “And I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.”

You gestured to Dongmin, who had stopped cooking as well when Jinwoo started singing. He joined in, with his truly angelic voice, “I just want you for my own, more than you could ever. Make my wish come true-”

Jinwoo and you joined in the bellow out the next line, “Baby all I want for Christmas, is you!”

After your impromptu karaoke verse, you clutched onto the counter as you laughed, your cheeks hurting from all the grinning you were doing already. “That was great. Merry Christmas, Dongmin, by the way.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He gave you a brief hug as well before turning to look back at whatever they were cooking. “Oh and to answer your question, nope, you can go out there and enjoy yourself. We’re almost done anyway.”

You frowned, but left the kitchen anyway, Minhyuk entering it as you left. In the living room were the other three, all in various positions on the couch. “Y/N!” Bin yelled, jumping up to greet you. The other two followed, engulfing you in a hug.

“Merry Christmas!” They all said in variations of a sing song voice before tugging you onto the couch with them.

“Oh yeah, Sanha, did you explain to your brother that you were joking?” You asked him sternly, and he shifted his eyes awkwardly.

“Ah, about that-”

“Sanha, you let your brother keep thinking I fucked everyone in this house?” You practically screeched, and the other two looked at you, mildly horrified.

“You told you brother Y/N did it with us?” Bin seemed almost disgusted, and MJ hit the youngest on the back of the head.

“How could you do that to her?” The oldest hissed, hitting the maknae again.

“Yah! No I didn’t!” Sanha tried to defend himself as MJ slapped him again. “Would you stop? I told Junha that I was joking. And I didn’t suggest that you did it with everyone in the house, just Dongmin hyung-”

This time, you hit his arm, and he whined, “Jinwoo hyung! They’re attacking me!”

Either Jinwoo couldn’t hear him over the Bing Crosby that was now playing, or he ignored the cries of the boy.

“Anyway, I explained to Junha hyung that I was kidding. And then he asked for Y/N noona’s number.”

MJ was now cackling, rolling around on the couch as you almost choked on your own spit. “Did you give it to him?”

“No, I told him that you were already dating Dongmin hyung.”

“I’m going to kill you in your sleep tonight.” You were grateful that he had dissuaded his brother, but not by lumping you with Dongmin again.

MJ was now running out of breath as he laughed, and Bin spoke up through chuckles, “Sanha, why would you think they did it in the first place? Y/N has standards.”

You snorted, almost falling off the couch yourself at his clear insult to his friend.

“Because noona was wearing Dongmin hyung’s clothes after they shared a room the night before.”

“That’s because Bin took my bed, so I couldn’t get to my clothes, and had to take his bed.” You pointed to him accusingly, and he sheepishly shrugged as Sanha continued.

“Uh, then why were you walking around in just one of hyung’s t-shirts and your underwear? Isn’t that what girls wear after they do it with a dude?”

You felt violated, eyes widening as the other boys stopped laughing to shift uncomfortably. “Sanha, what the fuck? You saw that?”

He seemed to immediately realize that he took it too far, flames flickering in your eyes. You weren’t sure if you wanted to punch him out or go home and never leave your apartment again. The two of you stared at each other for who knows how long, his Adam’s apple bobbing with every nervous gulp he took, and your fist clenching tighter with every passing second.

“Dinner!” Jinwoo’s voice calling everyone to the table spared you from making a decision you would regret, and Sanha from probably getting his face bashed in.

The boys ran to the table, Sanha much faster than the others. You took a seat next to Dongmin, sending the maknae a pointed look. After a brief silence, it was then declared that everyone could start eating. It felt like you were transported back in tome, like nothing had changed. Like you were still living with them, talking over your days together. After dinner, the maknae line offered the clear the table, letting the oldest two drag you back into the living room. They sat you down in front of the tree that had up in the corner, decorated haphazardly with ornaments and lights.

Underneath it were stacks of presents, and you were quick to reach over to grab your bag, distributing the ones you’d brought under the tree as well. The three of you waited patiently for the younger four to finish, MJ scouring for the first present he wanted to open. When the others joined you all, you started the opening of presents. In order to make it go faster, everyone would all open the presents from Sanha, then from Minhyuk, and so on.

When you opened your present from Sanha, all your previous anger disappeared. He had gotten you a huge container of your favorite candy, accompanied by the tiniest Yoshi keychain you’d ever seen. You immediately put it on your lanyard with your house key, thanking him. Minhyuk had gotten you a copy of the newest BTS album, an obsession you shared, and mainly how you had bonded during your stay in the dorms. Bin’s present to you was a handmade coupon that said 'three free lunches with me!’ “Since you can’t visit us at the studio anymore, I miss eating with you.” He said, and you grinned, thanking him.

It was Dongmin’s turn to give presents, then it was yours, you were smack dab between him and Jinwoo in age. The sounds of wrapping paper being ripped filled the room as everyone opened their presents. You had a small box in your hands, and removed the lid. Inside was a small notebook, it fit in the palm of your hand. An intricate design was across the cover in gold foil, and you smiled up at Dongmin, a little curious as to why he gave it to you.

“You’re always complaining about forgetting things, so I figured you could write it in there.” He explained, “I already wrote something in there, that I don’t want you to forget.”

You opened the journal, and on the first page, in Dongmin’s neat handwriting was his name. Lee Dongmin.

“I couldn’t forget you, Dongmin.” You shook your head, scooting yourself across the floor to hug him tightly. “Never in a billion years. Trust me.”

He held you there for a moment, head buried in your shoulder. You felt your chest constrict more the longer you embraced. It hurt, but you didn’t want it to end, you had missed this. You missed Dongmin. Too much.

“Are you two done? I want to open Y/N’s presents!” Minhyuk complained impatiently, and you let go of Dongmin to distribute the presents you’d gotten them.

Sanha was elated with his present, playfully throwing it at you, making the sound effect as it bounced off your arm. Minhyuk and Bin’s faces lit up when they opened theirs. MJ immediately swapped out his current sweater for the one you’d gotten him, a bright smile on his face, “Now we can match!”

Jinwoo hadn’t said a word, flipping through the scrapbook in awe. “Y/N, this is incredible. I can’t- I can’t put it into words. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Jinwoo.” You reached out to take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. “Thank you, for being my best friend for so long.”

He could only nod, his eyes starting to fill with tears as he kept looking through it. “I’ll be right back.”

When Jinwoo stood up to go to the bathroom, you glanced over at Dongmin, who still hadn’t opened his present from you. You watched with anticipation as he lifted the lid off the box. He spun the leather band around in his fingers until his eyes found the engraving. Dongmin stared at you, the most beautiful smile making its way across his features, his eyes turning to crescents as he let out a small laugh.

“I love y- I love it. A lot. Thank you, Y/N.” Dongmin clipped it around his wrist, then enveloped you in his arms again. This time, you ended up situated between his legs, fully wrapped up in his form. And you wouldn’t want it any other way, you realized, as you let him cradle you securely. You ignored anything that the others said, just content with the moment.

The sound of the door opening drew your head out from the crook of Dongmin’s neck to look at Jinwoo as he left the bathroom. He was still dabbing at his tears, but a bright smile on his face nonetheless. “Time for my presents!”

Jinwoo sat back down, sliding a box over to you. “This is from me.”

He then grabbed a stack of four boxes, pushing them to you as well. “And these are from my mom.”

You laughed, “I love your mom. Now I definitely have to visit her when I go back for New Year’s.”

“You’re not going to be in Seoul for New Year’s?” Bin asked with a frown as you started unwrapping the present from Jinwoo.

“Nope.” You confirmed, lifting the life off the box. “I managed to get three days off, so I’m going back to Ilsan for a late Christmas and on-time New Year’s.”

“Have fun visiting your family!” MJ gave you well wishes as you reached into the box.

Inside was a small electronic photo frame. It seemed on be battery powered, with no cord, and you clicked the on button. Apparently Jinwoo had also conferred with your mom, because a slideshow of pictures from when you two were toddlers, all the way up to the summer before he joined Fantagio while you went off to your first year of university. You were grinning from ear-to-ear, your vision starting to swim. “Great, now I’m going to cry.”

“Success!” Your childhood best friend cheered, and you laughed, sniffling for a moment.

“Thank you, Jinnie. It’s wonderful.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Merry Christmas.”

Jinwoo’s mother had given you a box of sweaters, as promised, a box of jackets, a box of homemade cookies, and a box of kitchen essentials such as tupperwares and mixing bowls and cooking ware. You couldn’t have been more appreciative.

“Oh and your pie is in the fridge, as well as your month-worth of leftovers from Park Family Christmas Dinner.” He added as you inspected the cream sweater you’d been gifted.

“Your mother is too much sometimes.” You said affectionately.

“Tell me about it.”

MJ’s presents were last, and you laughed at the rubber duck he had given you. It had a lilac sweater on, identical to the one you had, and the one you had given Myungjun just a few minutes ago. When you flipped it over, you saw that he had even written a small note on it.

'For my lovely not-anymore roommate. Merry Christmas, Y/N. - MJ’

“This is going right on my kitchen counter!” You squealed at how cute it was, squeezing it to hear the little squeak of the toy.

Once presents were finished, you offered up your huge stash of cookies from Jinwoo’s mother for dessert. As everyone munched happily on the cookies, you were trying to find a movie that everyone was okay with watching. You eventually settled on a classic, snuggling back into the couch.

After the movie was over, everyone took the time to take out their phones to call their families. You stayed on the couch as you called your parents. You talked about your plans for coming home for New Year’s, and told them about how you were spending the day with Jinwoo, so you weren’t alone on Christmas. They told you about how Jinwoo had visited them while he was home, and you relayed your promise of visiting his family as well. You said your goodbyes and final Merry Christmas to them before hanging up. The other boys were still dispersed through the dorms, talking to their families. Peering out the window, you saw Dongmin had gone outside, and was done with his call, hands stuffed in his pockets. But he made no move to come back inside, instead he stood looking up at a street lamp, deep in his own mind.

Pulling on one of the sweaters from Mrs. Park, then your thickest overcoat, you quietly slipped out the front door. Dongmin didn’t seem to notice you, still watching the beams of light from the lamp dance through the falling snow. As you got closer to him, you could see that his cheeks were wet, the light shining off of them. His eyes were red from crying, joining the pink tint on his nose and ears from the cold.

Wordlessly, you looped your arm through his, tucking your own hand into your pocket. Dongmin didn’t seem startled at all, casting a sidelong glance at you before looking at the lamp again.

“So how are they, your family?” You asked softly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Oh, they’re great. Really great. I wish I could be there with them, you know?” He said with a sigh.

“When are you going to see them again?”

“After we’re done with our next comeback probably.”

“And when is that?”

“Spring, most likely.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault. Besides, I’m used to it.”

You took your arm from his to face him, a deep grimace on your face. “You shouldn’t have to be.”

“It’s fine, I’ve been able to spend my time with someone pretty great.” He grinned as he looked down at you.

A smile couldn’t help but replace your frown, and you replied, “We should go back inside before we get hypothermia or something.”

Later that night, when everyone was starting to bed, you refused Jinwoo’s offer to give up his bed again. You could sleep on the couch one night. He said one last goodnight to you before shuffling tiredly into his bedroom. Dongmin emerged from the kitchen, two mugs in his hand. “Some chamomile, to help you sleep.”

“Thanks, Dongmin.” You took the warm cup into your hands. “See you in the morning.”

There it was, another moment of hesitation, where it felt like there were more words that needed to be said. But they weren’t. They remained firmly planted in your brain, refusing to evolve into full thoughts and ideas to be shared. They were only notions of something, something better than this.

“See you, Y/N. Goodnight.” Dongmin nodded to you, disappearing into his room.

The next morning felt like any other morning when you lived in the Astro dorms, you were the first one awake, followed by Dongmin. He helped you to make gingerbread man pancakes, and even started waking up the boys so they could eat breakfast with you before you left for work.

“I can’t believe you have to work on the day after Christmas. I’m pretty sure that’s illegal or something.” MJ commented, mouth half full with food.

“It’s okay, really.” You assured him, cutting off another piece of your pancake. “My boss says that I might be getting close to a promotion, so I really need to work as much as I can now.”

“Congrats! I hope you get it soon!” Jinwoo beamed, clearly proud of you.

After breakfast, all of Astro saw you off at the door. You unfortunately had to give them hasty goodbyes, it was already later than you normally left for work from the dorms. And so with a wave over your shoulder, you turned the corner away from their doors, still filled by happy feelings.

Four days later, you were climbing out of your mother’s car, eyes glistening as they landed on your childhood home. It was the same as when you visited a half a year ago, bringing a smile to your face. She ushered you into your house, where your father was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, like he always did.

“Y/N! Welcome home!” He stood to hug you, and you felt like a child again as you were embraced by your father.

“We really want to catch up with you, but I know that Mrs. Park set aside her whole day today for you, so here.” Your mother held the keys to her car out to you, and you took them gratefully.

“I’ll be back for dinner.” You promised, going to hug them again.

“No you won’t, I’m sure of that.” Your father chuckled, returning to his paper.

The Parks had moved out of the neighborhood you grew up in right around the time of Jinwoo’s debut, meaning that you had to drive a few minutes to get there, rather than just walk next door. The gist of your stay there was filled with Mrs. Park feeding you, asking about your new apartment, feeding you some more, asking about your new job, and any other interesting life developments. You decided to indulge her, and told her of your stay in the Astro dorms.

“Oh I’m sure those boys must have been a handful.” She shook her head, obviously having met them before.

“They weren’t too bad, Dongmin and Jinwoo were a big help. Most of the time.”

“Dongmin, he’s the actor, right?”

“Yep, he just finished his role in The Best Hit a few months ago.”

“Oh I loved that show! He’s such a handsome boy, and I remember him being very polite too.”

“Yeah, he is.” You agreed, your answer seeming to catch the mother’s interest.

“He is, polite… or handsome?” Mrs. Park asked, a teasing glint in her eyes, and you immediately groaned.

“Uh, both, I guess.”

“Mhm.”

After you had stayed for dinner, at hers and Mr. Park’s insistence, you let them walk you to your mom’s car. “It was great seeing you all again. Maybe next time Jinwoo and I can visit together.” You suggested, hugging Mrs. Park.

“That’d be great. Bye honey, drive safe!”

Back at your house, you found your parents sitting on the back porch reading. Three steaming mugs were out, and you took the empty seat in front of one. You spent most of the night informing them of what had happened the past months, from losing your job and getting evicted, to suddenly living with Astro, then moving out and ending with you visiting them again on Christmas. You talked well into the night, finally saying goodnight and retiring to your old bedroom.

The next day was spent mainly running errands with your parents, and you found comfort in the normalcy of it. You all went to the market to buy food for tomorrow, they invited a few of the neighbors since you were home. Dinner was a simple meal of take out before you excused yourself to your room early. You just needed some time to yourself, your mind not fully with you. It was still back in Seoul, in the Astro dorms, where you could pretty much imagine your friends getting ready for their own New Year’s celebration, Dongmin probably organizing most of it. He was probably making sure everyone had a say in what they were eating, which fireworks show they would go see, and if they’d watch the countdown at home or downtown. Just the thought of it made you smile to yourself.

Which is probably why, when you got into your pajamas, you slipped on the hoodie Dongmin gave you. It was comfy, and always brought around the pleasant memories of him.

You woke up still slightly sleepy, and checked the time on your phone. Surprised, you saw that it was already the afternoon, you’d really slept in. Rubbing your face with the hoodie sleeve that reached well past your fingertips, you yawned. It took you a full ten minutes to even start getting out of bed, not bothering to change before heading to the kitchen.

“Good afternoon, sleeping beauty.” Your father chuckled, and you offered a tired smile as you hugged him.

“Hey, Dad. When are the guests coming over?”

“I think around five. That gives you three hours.”

“I’ll go shower now then.”

Your shower was probably longer than it should have been, but you were awake and refreshed after it. You got into more dressy clothes, and even went so far as to do a little bit of makeup too. Soon after, your mother called you to the living room, and you saw that a couple guests had arrived. They were familiar to you, the couple that lived behind you. They were older when you were growing up, all of their kids already in college while you were in grade school. That meant that now they were definitely elderly. But they still asked you a couple friendly questions. There was a knock on the door, and you went to open it.

More and more people were entering your house as time went on, and soon it felt like a real party, not the 'small gathering’ your parents had originally pitched to you.

You were stuck talking to Youngyu, someone you couldn’t even classify as a childhood friend. He was more of a high school bother. And now he was bothering you again, shamelessly flirting with you as your parents talked to his parents, oblivious to how uncomfortable he was making you. You didn’t even realize that there was a knock on the door until your mother called your name.

“Y/N, there’s someone here for you!”

You were thankful to have an excuse to slip away from Youngyu, and also curious as to who it was.

“You didn’t tell me you had invited someone as well.” Your mother seemed somewhat offended as you approached.

Standing in the threshold of your house was none other than Lee Dongmin, one of the last people you thought would be standing there.

“Oh, my bad, Mom. Sorry.” You tried to cover up your shock as your friend nervously rubbed at his neck. “Let me show him the Christmas lights before he comes in!”

“Don’t stay out too long! You don’t want to miss the countdown!” Your mother warned as you pulled on your boots and started layering up.

“It’ll only take a couple of minutes, Mom, don’t worry.”

You closed the door behind you, standing with Dongmin on your stoop. “You do realize that this is a bit creepy, right?”

“Yeah, I finally realized it as your mom was opening the door.” He admitted sheepishly.

“How’d you get my address anyway?”

“JinJin hyung.”

“Makes sense, he’s always had a big mouth.” You led the way down into the grass, the snow crunching under your feet.

Dongmin followed hesitantly. “Do you not want me here? I’m sorry if I’ve intruded, I can leave-”

“No, Dongmin. This great, really. You actually had perfect timing.” You explained, linking your arm through his as you slowly strolled across your front lawn. “This dude that practically stalked me in high school showed up, and hasn’t left my side for the past forty minutes. I was thirty seconds away from shanking myself with a kebab skewer.”

Dongmin laughed, relaxing into the conversation. “I’m glad I could save you from self injury, then.”

“So, how’d you even get the time off to come visit me? I thought you were working nonstop or something.”

“Called in sick, and JinJin hyung is helping to cover for me.”

“You lied to your managers for me? I’m touched.” You placed a hand on your chest dramatically.

Finally, you figured that you’d wasted enough time outside “looking at the Christmas lights,” and you had to take Dongmin inside to properly introduce him to your mother. You hadn’t even given her his name earlier. Opening the front door back up, you ushered Dongmin in before removing your boots and outerwear that had gotten soaked. Underneath, your blouse was still dry, and you smoothed out the fabric in an attempt to look presentable. Dongmin’s heavy jacket was taken off to reveal a plain black sweater over a blue button up, the collar sticking out over the sweater. You noticed happily that he still had the leather bracelet you’d given him on his wrist.

“Cute.” You commented before dragging him further into your house, actually excited for the rest of the night.

Without being told, you knew that the first person you had to introduce him to was your mother. She was in the kitchen, standing by the sink, as if she was waiting for you.

“Mom, this is Lee Dongmin. Dongmin, this is my mother.” You introduced them, and he bowed deeply to her.

“You’re one of Jinwoo’s group members, right?” She seemed to recognize his name immediately. “That let Y/N stay with you all for a bit? I hope she wasn’t a hassle.”

“Yes, I am. It was really an honor to have her stay with us.” He replied politely, not joining your mother in teasing you, and he seemed genuine when he said it too.

“Good. I hope you have fun while you’re here, Dongmin. And let me know if you need anything from me, okay?”

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

With that, you pulled Dongmin back out of the kitchen with you, plopping the both of you on one of the couches. Youngyu eventually found you again, followed by his sister Eunha as he approached the couch. “Y/N, do you want anything to eat, or drink?” He offered, eyeing your companion suspiciously.

“Actually, Youngyu, could you show my friend where the drinks are?” You gave Dongmin a light elbow to the side, insinuating that he should follow the other man.

Youngyu nodded, gesturing for Dongmin to come with him. Once they had left, Eunha sat down on the large ottoman in front of the couch. Her wide doe eyes followed Dongmin as he left the room.

“You know Cha Eunwoo?” She whispered in disbelief. Eunha was still in high school, which made sense as to why she recognized him with you saying either of his names. High school girls tended to keep up with actors and idol groups much more than you normally did.

“Oh, Dongmin?” You weren’t used to hearing him be called Eunwoo, you’d called him Dongmin ever since he had first introduced himself to you. “Yeah, we uh- we met a while back.”

Your answer didn’t seem to satiate her curiosity, but her brother and your friend came back, each with two cups in their hands. Dongmin held one out to you before sitting back down beside you, “Here, hot chocolate with mini marshmallows.”

“Ooh, you know me too well, Dongmin. Thank you!” You eagerly breathed in the delicious smell, visible steam coming off the beverage.

Youngyu seemed put off by this, now unsure of what to do with one of his cups. He begrudgingly handed it to his sister, who was still transfixed on your friend. As you four conversed, you and Dongmin gradually got closer, the same plan forming in your minds, as if you were telepathically connected. His arm started around your shoulders, somewhat casual and friendly, but migrated to your waist, less casual and friendly. Dongmin set his cup down to wrap both arms around your waist, pulling you close to him, and continuing the conversation as if nothing had happened. Youngyu seemed to finally, after seven years, get the message, and left the room. You breathed a sigh of relief, and Dongmin slightly loosened his grip on you. But the two of you were still snuggled into each other, too comfy to move. Eunha awkwardly excused herself, and you took one look at Dongmin before the both of you broke into laughter.

“Thank you, Dongmin. I think I’ve finally got that creep off my back.” You grinned, resting your head on his shoulder.

“No problem, Y/N.” He moved his own cheek to rest on your head, tucking you comfortably into the nooks of his body.

“The countdown is starting!” Your mother yelled out, drawing you up from the couch.

It was a minute from New Year’s, and you stood huddled around your TV with your old neighbors.

It was thirty seconds from New Year’s, and you were too aware of Dongmin’s presence right behind you, one of his hands on your shoulder.

It was ten seconds from New Year’s, and everyone started chanting with the countdown.

It was five seconds from New Year’s and you cheered along with the rest of them.

It was New Year’s, and you couldn’t hear the yells of your family over the blood roaring in your ears as Dongmin’s lips brushed against yours.

The kiss was so brief you weren’t even sure if you could call it a kiss at all. Your lips were connected for maybe half a millisecond, and he stood back up from it as if nothing happened. Did you imagine it? No, you didn’t. But maybe you were imagining that it meant something. Maybe it was just a friendly peck, and that Dongmin was just that kind of person.

You couldn’t dwell anymore on it, your family started pulling you into New Year’s hugs, pecking your cheeks. Smiling, you tried to ignore the static filling your brain. People started going home, and said goodbye to them all at your door. When you had closed to door to the last one, you turned to see Dongmin standing awkwardly in the front room.

“Are you staying the night? I can set you up in the guest room, my parents wouldn’t mind.” You offered, and he shook his head.

“Thank you, but I actually need to get back to Seoul.” Dongmin said, approaching you and the front door. “We’re supposed to start lyric writing today, and the managers want me there no matter what.”

“Well then thanks for coming. I’m glad to have spent New Year’s with you.” You handed him his coat, then started putting your own on. “I’ll walk you to the train station.”

“No, because then you’ll have to walk back home alone, and people are out being dumb and drunk at this hour. I’ll be fine by myself.”

You frowned, but his genuine concern for you made you relent. “Fine. Bye, Dongmin.”

“Bye, Y/N. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Definitely. Text me when you get to the dorms.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Dongmin’s lips as he went to wrap his arms around your neck. You let him hug you, your own arms finding a comfortable spot around his waist. Your hands took purchase on the small of his back, pressing him closer to you. It felt like you could never get close enough to him.

“My train will be here soon.” Dongmin said apologetically, only loosening his grip on you. He still didn’t seem to want to let you go.

When you looked up at him, you were painfully aware of the fact that your mouths were close again. The same static as before started clouding your mind as you were at a loss for words, eyes shamelessly transfixed on his pink lips.

The now familiar feeling of needing to say, or do something, swarmed your body again. But you couldn’t. Why couldn’t you? You know that you wanted to, but did Dongmin want to as well? Before, you thought that for sure he didn’t, but now you weren’t so sure. Wasn’t it him that had kissed you?

Your father calling your name from the kitchen snapped your attention away from Dongmin, and you released him. “Bye, Dongmin.”

“Bye Y/N.” He gave you another polite nod before showing himself out.

After helping them to clean up from the party, you pretty much collapsed onto your bed with exhaustion, falling asleep almost immediately. When you woke up, you sleepily checked your phone and saw a text from Dongmin from earlier that morning.

[dongmin: made it to the dorms. thank you again for letting me stay]

[you: no problem. good luck on writing those lyrics!]

Content with the message you’d sent, you stretched and started packing your things back up. You had to leave at around lunch time to be back at your apartment at a reasonable time before dinner. You didn’t want to be out too late since you had work the next day.

You had been back in Seoul for three days when your phone ringing startled you out of bed. It was nearly two am, and the caller ID worried you. What could Dongmin need this late at night?

“Dongmin, what’s wrong?” You immediately answered as you picked it up, not giving him a chance to say anything.

“Why do you immediately assume that something is wrong?” He asked, without the usual sass you expected. Instead, he just sounded despondent.

“Because you called me at two in the morning again.” In the background, you could’ve sworn you’d heard the crunching of snow underfoot, and the occasional chatter of passerby. “Are you outside right now? At this time? In this weather? You’re going to catch something!”

“I’m okay, Y/N. Or, I will be okay, when I get there.”

“Get where? Dongmin, where the hell are you going?”

You were getting more and more worried, having already launched yourself out of bed, putting him on speakerphone to throw on layer after layer of clothing.

“I need to see you, Y/N.”

“Are you seriously walking to my apartment?” You rushed out of said apartment, not even bothering to lock the door after you.

Running down the stairs, you yelled into the phone, “Dongmin, answer me. Where are you?”

“The park by your apartment.” He replied simply, and you groaned as you broke into a run down the icy streets.

“Don’t you dare move, I’m coming.”

You didn’t hang up your phone until you were at the park, the figure of Dongmin sitting on a bench in your view. He was thankfully bundled up in a bunch of layers, and you grabbed his arm to drag him to his feet.

“You’re tired, and cold, and probably sick now too. What on Earth do you think you’re doing out here?” You chastised him, pulling him back to your apartment.

He followed you up the stairs like a lost puppy, and you practically shoved him into your apartment. Inside, you took off your own jacket before tugging his off. He took care of his own boots, and most of his layers.

“I’m sorry.” Dongmin uttered as he stood in your small living room, looking the guiltiest you’d ever seen him. “For bothering you.”

“Dongmin, you’re not a bother, you’re just worrying me.” You assured him, pulling down on his collar to take a whiff of the air around him. “And you’re not drunk. So what’s going on?”

“I’m not really sure.” He replied truthfully, and you brushed aside a piece of hair that had been stuck to his forehead by snow.

“Maybe some tea will clear your head.” You offered, retreating into your kitchen to start boiling the water.

Emerging with two mugs, you gave Dongmin his tea before sitting cross-legged on your couch. You patted the cushion beside you for him to sit down, and shifted to face him. It was a few minutes of you just blowing on your hot tea, taking the occasional sip of it as you observed Dongmin. He seemed to compose himself, his breathing evening out, and the wild and confused look receding from his eyes.

“Why am I here?” He muttered, mostly to himself, but you still heard it.

“How am I supposed to know?” You snorted.

“Because it’s all you. It’s all always been you. But before that it’s never been you.”

You furrowed your brow. “Okay, you lost me.”

“Since JinJin hyung brought you to the dorms, I’ve been the best and the worst I’ve ever been. My life felt like it was ending as it was beginning with you. Being with you hurts me beyond belief but heals my soul. Every time I see you there a trillion things I want to say but I don’t. I don’t because I’m scared of what you really think of me, but yet all I want to do is talk to you about everything.”

“Dongmin.” You placed your hand on his to get him to look at you. “What are you trying to say?”

“So much. I’m trying to say so much but I can’t. I can’t do it.” A sob stopped his speech, and your chest twisted in pain seeing him like that.

You placed a hand on either side of his face, pulling him closer to you until you could touch your forehead to his. Like that, with your forehead pressed together, and your noses grazing each other, you were able to arrange your thoughts.

A knot formed in your throat, halting your words for a moment. It was time for you to say all the things you couldn’t make yourself say before. And you finally could.

“I feel it too, needing to be with you so much that even when I am with you, it hurts. But it doesn’t hurt as much as when we have to say goodbye. Our goodbyes have never felt complete, I’ve always wanted to say more but I didn’t. I was- still am, absolutely terrified of the idea. Of being so connected with someone that you couldn’t live without them. I’m scared of it, but I think it’s already happened. I think I’m already too far into you, and there’s no going back. And I hate and love the idea all at once.”

“Does that mean you hate and love me?”

“No, Dongmin. I don’t hate you.”

You hadn’t said it, but what you left unsaid was enough for Dongmin to understand as you wiped at his wet cheeks with your thumbs. His finger gently caressed your jaw for a moment before settling under your chin, pulling your mouth towards his. The static in your head grew louder and louder until your lips met softly, becoming a blissful moment of clarity.

The soft kiss didn’t last long, something breaking down between both of you as it turned ardent, mouth moving against each other, fingers winding through locks of hair, and hands desperately trying to close any gaps between your bodies. It wasn’t necessarily a kiss meant to lead anywhere, but just to express what you both still couldn’t say. Time was slowed, yet sped up, seeming to fluctuate with your emotions. You never wanted it to end, but you had so much you still wanted to say to him.

“Dongmin.” You mumbled against his lips.

“Hm?”

“I l-”

“I know, me too.” He cut you off, mouth hovering just in front of yours.

The loss of contact was almost painful to you, but you were still holding each other. Your hand fell from his hair, gracing along his arm until reached the leather bracelet on his wrist. Your fingers ran over the material, and the skin surrounding it, before going to their destination, lacing themselves with Dongmin’s.

“Are you staying?”

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.”

#i cant even tag this as a drabble #imagines: eunwoo #astro #astro imagine #astro imagines #dongmin #lee dongmin #astro lee dongmin #lee dongmin imagine #lee dongmin scenario #eunwoo #cha eunwoo #cha eunwoo imagine #cha eunwoo imagines #aroha #i: domesticity #*100 #author: mel

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roxyspearing · 7 years

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From then to now

OK, so this is a request I got from @stolenlucifer who asked "Could you do Dean x reader where the reader and Dean are newly married? And jump a head a few years to them getting pregnant, and jump ahead again to the baby being born and throughout their childhood?" I hope this is what you had in mind sweetie! I absolutely loved writing this!

Word count: 1,953 (whoops...lol)

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Donna Hanscum, Jamie (OMC)

Warnings: implied smut, swearing, Dean being amazing as freaking always, mentions of childbirth and hunting

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“WAIT!!” Jumping at the sudden yell, you turn to look down the hallway. A second passes, and then Dean turns the corner, looking like some sort of damn model in his suit. The jacket had been discarded long ago, his tie hung loose around his neck with the first couple of shirt buttons undone, giving you a glimpse of freckled skin. “Enjoying the view?” Dean smirks as he comes to a stop in front of you. “It's not that bad I guess. Now, why am I not collapsing into a bed right now?” “Because” and you squeal as Dean suddenly picks you up in his arms “It’s tradition for a man to carry his new bride over the threshold.” “Well, far be it for me to stand in the way of tradition!” From your spot in Dean's arms, you feel rather then see him kick the door closed behind him, and you giggle as he walks over to the bed and softly puts you down on your feet just at the end of it. “Help a girl with her zip?” “Anything for you, Mrs Winchester.” “I am not going to get used to that anytime soon.” “Well” Dean says as he kisses down your neck, long fingers making easy work of your wedding gown “Good thing we've got time.” “I love you, Dean Winchester.” “And I love you, Y/N Winchester.”

“Urgh. I’m dying. Killed by the bloody flu.” Dean chuckled as he came over to where you laid on the sofa, your face and hands just peeking out from underneath a mountain of blankets. “You’re not dying, you drama queen.” “I am. And I’m gonna come back and haunt you for not being a more supportive husband.” Even in your weakened state, you couldn’t help but smile as you said the word husband. It may have been just over a year since you'd gotten married, and the two of you had enjoyed a week away from hunting to celebrate your anniversary, but the fact that Dean Winchester was your husband was always going to be something you smiled about. “I’d tell you not to joke about that but I know you’re stubborn as hell and will come back. You sure you’re gonna be alright by yourself for a few days?” “Yeah. You’re literally gonna be three towns over. Simple salt-and-burn right?” “Right.” “I’m a big girl. I can handle not having you around. Hell, I managed it before I ever met you, didn’t I?” “OK. Promise you’ll let me know if you get worse?” “Promise. Don’t be too annoying to Sam.” “I’m never annoying!” “Yes you are.” Sam says as he sticks his head round the door. “Don't worry Y/N, I'll bring him back in one piece for you.” “Both of you come back in one piece, you hear me?” Sam salutes you, and Dean gives you a hug. “Love you.” “And I love you.” 2 days later, the boys are back, and even though you've got a plan, you’re terrified. “Y/N?” “In the kitchen!” you yell back. “Hey. Hunt go OK?” “Went fine. How you feeling?” “Better, thanks. Kettle just boiled if you want a coffee?” Both guys take you up on your offer, and you’re glad they did. Putting the mugs on the library table, you sit and wait. For two of the best hunters in America, you have to wait longer then you thought you would before one of them notices the particular mugs you used. “Y/N?” “Yes Dean?” “Why am I holding a world's greatest dad mug and Sam has a world's greatest uncle mug?” “Because you are the world's greatest dad and uncle. Or, you will be in about 7 months time.” “Baby, please tell me this is real and not some sort of early April Fool's.” “It's real. Very real. Or at least 8 home pregnancy tests and an emergency trip to a doctors real.” “Oh my god.”

“OH MY GOD!!! You! You did this to me!” You sobbed as another contraction wracked your body. “OK, Mrs Winchester, time to start pushing.” The doctor whose name you'd long forgotten spoke up from down between your legs. “Y/N? Baby? It’s gonna be OK. You’re nearly there. I'm right here. You got this. OK? You’ve got this.” Dean mutters into your sweat drenched skin, holding onto one of your hands and brushing your hair out of your face with the other. “It hurts Dean.” “I know. I know. I’m sorry. I wish I could take this pain for you.” Looking into his green eyes, you relax as the sincerity in his voice washes over you. You know Dean's never like seeing you injured in any way, but there’s no getting away from this particular agony. “Ahhhhhh!!!!!” “Ahhh, he's co cute!!” Donna said, cradling your newborn in her arms. “Have you decided on a name?” “No.” You sighed, wriggling in bed to get comfortable, and struggling to do so. “We had ideas, don’t get me wrong, but we look at him and none of them seem right.” “Well he's only a few hours old, so you’ve got time.” “Yeah. God I’m exhausted.” “Then go to sleep! I won’t be offended! Me and little man will be fine, won’t we? Yes we will.” Laughing at Donna pulling faces at your son, you let the exhaustion pull you under.

“Mom!! Santa's been!” Man, you were tired. You'd been up until nearly 3 in the morning, putting flour down on the floor of the kitchen, then using Dean's boots to make footprints leading to the plate with half eaten carrots and mince pies. But listening to the excited yell of your 2 and a half year old, you smiled and stretched, knowing it was all worth it. “Mrs Claus.” Throwing the blanket back, you smiled at your husband. “Mr Winchester. If you’re in here, then who has Jamie?” “Sam and Cas are keeping him occupied so you and me can have breakfast in peace.” Now that you aren’t hiding under the blanket, and Dean has walked further into the room, you can see the tray he’s holding. There’s two plates, each heaped with eggs and bacon, and you can smell the coffee, black just how the two of you like it. “You’re a good husband.” you chuckle, sitting up against the headboard and taking the tray of Dean so he can sit down next to you. “I think I’ll keep you a bit longer.” “Cheeky madam” Dean says, swiping the piece of bacon out of your hand that you were about to eat. “Hmmm, and you love it.” “Freaking always, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart? You seen Jamie’s bag?” “It's on the war table where you saw me leave it last night!” “Oh...OK!” Dean yelled back. Rolling your eyes, you went back to making everyone’s lunches. It wasn't just Jamie’s first day of school, it was also Sam's. “Hey Y/N? Have you seen.. .” “Also on the war table.” “It’s official, you’re my favourite Winchester.” You laughed as Dean and Jamie came into the kitchen in time to hear that declaration from Sam, and Dean whacked him on the arm. “Fine, my favourite girl Winchester.” “Nice save.” Handing over a brown bag, you stood on tip toes to kiss Sam's cheek. “Have fun at school.” “It’s community college....” “Not this again.” Dean interrupted. “It’s still college. Still better then my G.E.D.” “OK, both of you stop or you'll never get out the house! Go!” “Love you mama!!” was the last words you heard before the door to the garage shut behind them, Dean dropping them off before heading to the garage he'd bought cheap and built up after one near miss too many had made you all give up hunting.

“You’re coming to work with me at the garage, every night for the next month!” “Dad!! But....” “No buts! I don’t want to hear anymore. Go to your room, now.” “I HATE YOU!!” You could hear Jamie stomping and shouting through the hallways, but you let him be in order to comfort Dean, who had sank into the couch and not moved since your son's last words. “Y/N...” “He’s pissed off. That’s all there is to it. He’s a 13 year old boy who just got in serious trouble with his dad for the first time. He doesn’t hate you. I promise.” “I just want him to learn...” “That you don’t go stealing the keys to the car just to impress some girl? He’s learnt. And if he hasn’t, he will while he’s at the garage with you each night.” “Still...” “Nope” You could hear the guilt in Dean's voice, and you knew he was close to breaking down. Straddling his lap, you caught his face between your hands and raised his head til you could see his eyes. “You’re a good man, Dean Winchester, and an even better dad. I bet you Jamie already feels bad about what he said.” “You bet me huh? What exactly are you betting Mrs?” “That he's a Winchester. Which means sometimes stupid things get said when our emotions get the better of us. Give him an hour, go take him some dinner that you’re gonna come help me with making to keep you out of your own head, and if some of the first words out his mouth aren’t sorry and I don’t hate you, well, then I’ll do that thing you like.” “Don’t tease me like that.” “Like what?” you smirked down at him, giving a small roll of your hips before you clambered off him and started heading to the kitchen. “You know exactly ‘like what' Y/N Winchester.”

“James Johnathon Winchester.” Watching your son cross the stage to get his diploma, you burst into tears. Sam and Dean were busy hollering, though you were certain there was tears on both their faces too. As Jamie turned to where you were standing, you smiled, tears still rolling down both cheeks, until Cas tapped you on the shoulder and handed you a tissue. “You and Dean must be extremely proud.” “Oh we are. All the monsters we've killed, all the people we've saved, I’m proud of that too, but Jamie. He will always be the thing I am most proud of being a part of.” “He’s proud to have you as his parents.” “He said that?” “He thinks it. Constantly. I may not be as powerful as I once was Y/N, but I can still hear and read people’s thoughts. And Jamie? More often then not he’s thinking of you, or Dean, or Sam. Even me.” “Of course and you! You’re family Cas. No one else on this earth I would trust as my son's godfather.” “Thank you Y/N.”

“Wait! One more hug.” “Mom...” Jamie whined. “I’m not going to see you again until Christmas, damn it, so just get over here and give me a hug!” “This is embarrassing now.” “I’m your mom, embarrassing you is parenting 101 kid.” Pulling back, but keeping your grip firm on Jamie's upper arms, you looked into his eyes, the same shade of green as his dads. “I love you.” “I love you too, mom.” And Jamie pulled you into the hug this time. “OK. I'll be at the car.” As Y/N walked out the dorm room to wait with Sam, Dean and Jamie watched before turning to one another. “Too old to give your old man a hug?” Shaking his head, Jamie threw himself at Dean. “Love you Dad.” “I love you too. Just do me one favour?” Feeling Jamie nod from where he was still buried against his chest, Dean softly smiled. “Call your mom. At least every other week.” “I can do that. You’ll be there too?” “Always kiddo.”

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quwandathornton · 7 years

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GOOGLE TRANSLATE (ambw)

Y/N = you’re name, so you insert you’re name.

This story’s main girl is a plus sized beauty, because we’re human and want love to. :)

This is a ONE SHOT With Jeon Jeongguk from BTS.

Featuring - Hoseok, Taehyung and Namjoon as cameos. (Cameos as in, will only be there for a short time.)

Jungkook watched as the woman he see's every day, every lunch hour during school, walk by with her earbuds in both ears, shoulder slouched with a depressing look on her face. She doesn't attend the high school he does. She was most definitely older than him. Yet he can't keep his eyes off of her.

She enticed him.

Her hair, face, skin, height, and her body...Her, She was different.

She wasn't south Korean, or even Asian in that matter, she was a Foreigner.

Her skin, Dark chocolate, she was...chubby, no not the, I'm Beyonce in Korea fat.

But the, I'm....well; overweight.

Did he care? Nope.

He shifts slightly, leaning against his car, staring as she grew further from him; her strides are quick, but not confident. She seemed as if she was in a hurry to some place. he tilted his head with a small smile reaching his lips.

He knew she was depressed. He had his moments to, which is why he wants to get to know her.

The few days he had carefully observed her every move; his friend Taehyung; Nickname V, grew worrisome of the younger's obsessive observing.

Jungkook without knowing had began to drool.

"tch, are you going to go up to her and say hi one day? or just keep staring at her everyday of you're life like some creeper?" Taehyung interjected. He turns to V,and laughed.

"I.." Jungkook Nervously bites his lip staring at the direction the girl walked off to, he slowly looks away and down at the ground. Feeling a bit down that she was now no where in sight.

"I'm not sure I can go up to her, hyung. She's....Differnet?" His self-confidence slowly crashing to a abrupt stop, V Raises his eyebrow at him.

"Are you serious? She's just a girl. Not some celebrity hottie." He places a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, and shakes some sense into the younger.

"Oh Yeah, And don't let her being a Foreigner change you're mind, she's still a girl."

"No. Hyung...She's a Woman.. A full...Fledged woman..." Jungkook corrected, She was far from a girl...her body says it all.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, as two girls walk past Jungkook and him, giggling and whispering about how handsome they looked today.

"Man you're sprung." Muttered V.

(Next day)

This was the day.

That Jungkook will finally go over to his crush as she walks by, at 2:30pm, with her earbuds in..like always...but this time, he will speak to her.

Jungkook clutches his fists and inhales sharply. The mere thought of going up to her, made his heart rattle in nervousness. He felt his stomach develop butterflies out of nervousness.

"No worries Jungkook, I will say Hi. Just say Hello, I am Jungkook. I'm a High Schooler, Senior. I will graduate soon and I think you are cute." He says giving himself a pep talk. "And when she says Hi back, Then-...I'll ask her-" He paused. Racking his brain for an answer.

He slowly un-clentches his fists, and his fingers twitch nervously.

"I will say.....uh- I find you're body hot-....wait no! oh fuck me, REALLY? " He bites his bottom lip nervously, and racks his hands in his hair aggressively, messing it up he groans out of frustration.

Teenage Korean girls who were walking past him squealed and giggled at how his hair now resembled "I just had sex" hair.

A randomly girl shots out before running off , and giggling like some maniac.

"Oppa sexy *o*! kuehuehuehue!"

of course Jungkook ignored it, and kept on wracking his brain for answers.

"Ugh! what do I say! Other than creeper...compliments." He growls.

"Where are you from? what is you're sign? Blood type? Age? Name?? For fuck sakes Jeon." The voice telling him this was non other than his other close pal J-hope.

He quickly turns around to see V with a lollipop in his mouth, and J-hope, another friend of Jungkook, with a arm around some random girl. The voice telling him this was non other than J-hope.

She looked rather wonderful, unlike most of the girls at the school, trying to be something they shouldn't at their age, of 15.

Shuddering at the thought of a 15 year old girl resembling a stripper hitting on him.

Her name was Yubin, She was not 14, but 16 in that matter and dressed more better than most of the 14 year old girls in this high school. Her clothes actual hung onto her body.

"Just ask her where she is normally from? after saying hi!?" Jungkook's voice reached an octave causing V to flinch in annoyance....The win and loose of being a singer.

Jungkook sulks.

" Uh. Yea?? Why not? Isn't that a normal thing to ask in the first place? Meeting someone new?" V said playing with the lollipop with his tongue in his mouth, and stares blankly at the younger male. Jungkook turns his attention to Hoseok in hopes for advice.

"Well, V is right Kookie. Just ask her, Hi, what's your name? are you from around here? if she tells you, then ask her, would like to go out for some coffee? It's simple, you don't need to go all out to impress a lady. Especially if she digs you." J-Hope shrugs.

"Basically be one of the Korean boy's most foreigner girls will go for, the flower boy in Korean Dramas like boys over flowers! She would love you. " V chirped, and J-hope de-tested giving him the what the fuck look.

"....V....Just-....NO." J-hope denied.

Jungkook stares at Taehyung in disbelief.

"...let me guess...I'm a Idiot.."? V looked un-phased.

"You're an.............Einstein!!" Jungkook runs off, passing his car and jumping happily towards the side walk, waiting for her to show up. He cheers to himself, before almost falling on his rear-end; picking himself up before anyone notices he stood there like nothing ever happened.

"You've doomed him, V." J-hope said, laughing.

"...let's hope not. Let's go for some Bibimbop, hyung." V shrugged, throwing his lollipop stick in a near by trash bin before walking away with J-hope and his lady friend.

Jungkook on the otherhand, with his phone out he stares at the time, hoping she was in her way soon.

but as soon as he looked up, he see's her pass him right by and he freaks the fuck out. Literally, flipped his shit. The boy bounces back, and puts a hand over his heart. Just the mere sight of her made him jumpy- but not in a horrific way but in a "Oh my god I just saw my crush" way.

He didn't except that to happen, she almost gave him a heart attack with her presence. She was just to close to comfort...not the mention she smelled nice to him. Like vanilla.

He decided to *awkwardly* speed walk next to her.

walking by her side...he froze (while walking) next to her.

He forgot what to say or do, or even how speak. He even forgot his own name, His freaking age and what his favorite food was..holy shit he has gone completely stupid.

He even forgot to swallow, he was now drooling at the side of his mouth (Yet AGAIN) as he walked by her side, staring at her...her eyes....They we're Daunting.

For a few moment's, she stops, slowly looking towards her side at him; she gasps, placing a hand on her chest, also making him flinch and laugh nervously. Her eyes were wide in shock, and he nervously smiles at her.

"ehehe...u..-uh.." He rubs the back of his neck nervously, "H-Hello." He waves awkwardly, slowing down his walking pace as she did too, cautiously staring at him.

"Uhm; Hi..." She said back, staring into his eyes.

"Do..you like name?" Jungkook said in English, and the girl tilts her head to the side confused.

..... 'goodjob jungkook you idiot' he mentally smacks himself.

'what did I just ask her?'

Jungkook nervously pressed his lips together, trying hard not to burst out in a fit of agitated shouting and scaring her off.

Then he heard a small giggle.

He some how gained his confidence (From the cute action she made) and tried to correct himself.

"I mean! Do you-......" He pauses to think carefully of what he was saying.

"You have name?" He ask's quickly before he makes a fool of himself again.

"Oh okay, I'm Y/n" His heart flutters, her voice...so smooth, gentle almost..she sounded really shy. He loved that about her already.

"I am Jeon Jungkook" He points to his upper chest proudly smiling. She stopped walking, and he does to, he see's she isn't smiling anymore and seemed more cautious. She shifted back and forth on her feet as she stares at him.

He clears his throat nervously, and looks everywhere but at her as he nervously presses his lips together.

"Well hello, Jungkook-ssi.." She said awkwardly, and they stood there for a minute, in awkward silence before he spoken up.

"would you! ...coffee...me? Coffee.." He walks closer to her, and began to stutter. "I like C-Coffee....you? to? Let's Coppee.." She raises an eyebrow.

'act like a flower boy. Chill out Jungkook.'

"uhm.." she shivers, backing away; he was to close. He sense that she felt uncomfortable and apologizes and turns to walk away mentally kicking himself in the ass.

'ah man...'

But she stopped him.

"W-WAIT" She shouted. He quickly turned on his feet, and back to her; his face full of defeat.

"yes..?"

"Where should we have this .."Coffee" ?" She asked politely, with a small awkward smile.

He straightens up his body from the slouched position and smiles beaming-ly at her.

*At a small Coffee/Pastry Cafe somewhere in South Korea, I won't be to Descriptive it's only a story!*

Jungkook sat across the small table from his stranger crush, He stares at her as he watches her nervously sip at her chocolate frappe she had eagerly begged him not to buy and that she could get it herself but he refused whole heartedly.

She places t down gently, looking up at him quickly before looking away and nervously shakes her leg, and fondles with her fingers. Looking down at her lap.

'Break the ice Jungkook!'

"Uh..." He starts off, and she jumps slightly, shocked at how deep his voice got. His eyes widen and he nervously laughs and whispers.

"I'm sorry." Jungkook's looks down at his hands, before he did, he saw her nod, uncertain as to why he said sorry to her, he was at least happy she knew what that meant in korean.

'smooth jungkook' She looks at him with furrowed eyebrows, sipping her frappe. He looks away nervously, yet again pressing his lips together. Staring everywhere but at her.

*5 minutes passed*

The girl is looking outside the cafe window, and saw school girls and boys walking around during their lunch break; Jungkook then asks in broken English.

"Where...From?" He slowly says, and she smiles. His voice coming out smoother than usual.

"America"Her voice sounded more interested now. He nods acknowledging her, and smiles.

"American girl, Daebak" He gives her a thumbs up and smiles nervously at her and she laughs with a huge smile on her face. Is she blushing..? He felt his heart begin to pound out of his chest. He smiled brighter this time, but still nervous; he played with his hands underneath the table.

'she blushed! Yes!'

"Blood type?" He asks tilting his head and she tilts her head as well with a thoughtful look.

"You know what (Laughs)? I actually have no clue. Because In America we usually don't ask people their blood type, but we ask for their zodiac sign you know?, So I don't know my blood type by heart or memory. I'm sorry~" She says quickly, with a shake of her head. He tilts his head to the side and raises an eye brow obviously confused.

Jungkook looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"what was that.." He asked nervously.

"I- Don't know my blood type." She says slowly, this time.

"I..." He felt like he was going to go crazy..."I sorry, Bad English."

She nods, and looks down at her lap again, with a soft frown on her face. He sighs, and he felt his school's uniform pocket vibrate, he pulls out his phone and see's a text from Taehyung.

"I see you, in the cafe with you're future wife. Will you take her home and show her to daddy and mommy? kekeke"

Jungkook's face turns red and he looks outside the cafe's window to see, Taehyung, Hoseok and another friend of his, Namjoon outside being creepers and watching them at a bench, with front row seats..

"Hey Jungkook?...uhm...I think...I should-" He hear's her speak.. "I should be leaving now." His heart began to race as he saw her stand up slowly, and he quickly says .."N-no! wait.." He sounded so desperate, He stands up grabbing her hand gently.

The girl, looks down at his hand, eye's wide. Then looks at his face, and eyes taking in his full features. He was handsome- which all the more reason why to leave; she can't handle the closeness. Also the language barrier is to much for her heart.

She wasn't use to boy's acting the way he is, Like he actually; liked her. As in a CRUSH? So she wasn't sure how to act or Speak at that moment but stare at him, feeling weird. She was use to boys playing with her emotions; acting like they liked her for humorous reasons at school.

"Hold." He says quickly, He looks down at the annoying text, closing it, and opening up; his apps folder in his phone. and mentally praises himself for downloading Google translate on his phone the night before.

He quickly types in the first box in Korean and translate it into English.

(At this part, the Translation will be reverse. So when he types to her, it's in English, and she types in Korean"

"I'm sorry, my English is so horrible." He slowly hands his phone to her, and she cautiously looks at him and takes it. She looks down at it, and sees the innocent text and smiles with a small laugh; she deletes the first one and writes in her two cents.

"No, It's OK! I understand. My Korean is horrible As well." She hands it back to him, he looks down and laughs too with a confident nod; he types in the box once again.

"I asked you to the coffee shop, because I thought you look rather beautiful." He then gently hands her his phone with a confident smile on his lips. She grabs the phone and stares at it, her eyes widen and he could of swore he saw a smile pull on the edge of her lips.

She looks back down at the boy who sitting in his seat, with a hopeful smile on his lips. She erases his text and typed in her response.

"You're rather handsome you're self, Jungkook." She hands the phone back and giggles to show she is pleased. He smiles widely, reading the text and tried his hardest not to fanboy in front of her.

He "Professionally" keeps his composer and grins.

'...okay, Jungkook...now...just as if she has a boyfriend. That's EASY...Right?' He felt a sweat break out from his forehead.

He types his text as quickly as he could, afraid that something or someone might just ruin this epic moment of confession at any second. \

He types in:

"Someone as gorgeous as you, i'm pretty sure you have a boyfriend, no?" He hands the phone over, and she stares at it, then back up at him, then at the text, then him. She looked shocked.

'did I offend her..?' he blinks at her, She looks back down at the phone and began to reply.

"I do not have a boyfriend. Never had one, or at least a serious one I guess...Boys never really looked at me seriously since I was the tom boy type; let alone being overweight. American guys don't like that type of lady..or not all American guys that I knew...just the guys I hung around with..By FORCE because- school sucks. " Jungkook stares at the message and shook his head in understanding.

'how can guys be so shallow; But i guess it's all about the eye of the beholder. and my eyes love what they see.' He quickly wrote and reply and hands it back to her, she slowly moves back to her seat and sits down while reading it and sipping her frappe.

"Wow, Picky Picky little boys. Heh, I think you need a real man in you're life gorgeous." Her mouth dropped and she stares at the handsome boy, no scratch that. "Man" Across the table.

Why is he making her feel like a little girl again.

Ever since her crush had crushed her heart, she had felt as if she wasn't the most "Beautiful girl" in the world anymore, Those four words her crush had muttered that day and done enough damage to kill a Mountain Lion with just meer words.

*Flashback*

'ew, She's Fucking ugly'

The day her crush ruined her and her confidence.

*Flashback*

...

But now...This, "man" across the table is the exact opposite of that douche bag of a so called crush she had, he was confessing himself to her, and going all out with it. How is she to take this..she never got to experience how to handle a situation as this.

Jungkook started blushing, and being all kinds of adorable in front of HER of all people, the girl with low confidence in herself...She couldn't get why he would like someone like her? She weighed 240 pounds, in American pounds. Wasn't she to fat for him? wasn't she to tall? To dark skinned?

Why would he want someone with low self esteem? No confidence? There is plenty of lovely women with confidence in themselves, carry their heads high on their shoulders.

She didn't even notice she had dropped his phone onto the table , and she was actually in tears.

Jungkook:

1. Worried about his phone and

2. Worried about if he had scared her so much she was crying; began to panic.

"Uh-...Are you-?" he began but stopped when he caught on what was happening.

She abruptly stood up out of embarrassment, now noticing she was crying in front of him. He also stood up, looking confident as ever.

"I have to go!" She quickly said, as she began to speed walk away, but he quickly grabbed her forearm, and spun her around quickly to face him and he looks at her with full on confidence on his face.

"No..wait." He said, his voice now deeper, and serious. She shivers and yanks her arm away.

"....What?" She asked, looking away, wiping away her tears.

"I-" He clenches his teeth and goes back for his phone and quickly types in his message.

"If you could just give me this one chance to change the way you view love, life, the world. I promise you, I will not let you down. I'm not good at confessing my love..but..for you..I will go all of the way! Please...Will you be my girlfriend?"

The girl looks up at the strange boy, and scoffs. He bites his lip and furrows his eyebrows. She scoffed only to laugh, and the laugh turned into a light giggle and smiles all around as she quickly shook her head yes.

Jungkook stood there for a second, letting that all sink in.

She said "yes".

'The cute girl said yes.'

He thought to himself '

SHE SAID YES!'

The boy was jumping up and down with excitement and glee as people in the cafe stared at the boy weirdly, He Picked her up with amazing strength within him he twirls her around happily, surprising the heavy set cutie, She laughed with glee.

"Jungkook! let me down" She giggles, and he rejected cutely, enjoying the moment while he could.

And at that moment, Jungkook knew, he had to thank the heaven's that google translate existed.

Namjoon, J-Hope and Taehyung also celebrated with manly hugs outside the Cafe.

The END

Jimin: ............ HEY why do you always pick on me Namjoon! *pouts*

Namjoon: This is what I mean by you got no jams.

Min (Suga) Yoongi: That delay was sadder than the fact you got no swag or jams.

Jimin: *stands up and jumps on Namjoon giving him a wet willie*

Namjoon: Aeeerrrgh!!

Jin: Jimin! Stop this right now *Jin stands up to pull of Jimin*

J-hope: Jimin, bad Dirty water, In Namjoon's Ear! ( Jungkook: oh my gah)

Taehyung: (Farts and scares himself that he starts to cry)

Jungkook: *sighs and walks over to the recording cam corder* Bye everyone, Bangtan out.

*He smiles handsomely before shutting of the camera*

I hope you guys enjoyed this story ^^

If you want more? with different memebers? let me know. Message me! ^D^ bug me!

Please.

I mean it.

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just-jordie-things · 7 years

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Just Visiting - Allison Argent

The flats of my shoes were silent on the concrete sidewalk, but every once in awhile the heel of the right shoe would slip slightly off my foot and make a soft pat on the ground as I walked. But as soon as I stepped I was settled back into the blue shoe and would be silently walking again.

The only noise came from the bouquet of white lilies wrapped in plastic that I was carrying with me. I knew she’d love them, they were her favorite. Oh, how she would smile when I surprised her with one every once in awhile. I know that it made her happy, like a small glimmer of hope that her day would have something good in it. A small ray of sunshine, a small smile that turned into a grin when I’d give it to her.

When I reached her after the somewhat short walk, I smiled and set them down next to her.

“I saw these in the store today and knew I had to get them for you. A whole bouquet this time I know” I giggled and sat on my knees across from her. It was a beautiful sunny day, and the grass was warm on my bare legs. The perfect weather for shorts and a tee shirt. Made me think of past summers.

“Come on, let’s go to the beach today” I prompted. But she gave me a look from where she sat on the couch, a book in her lap.

“I much prefer the air conditioning and To Kill A Mockingbird” She said, already going back to her reading.

“Allison” I whined. “Come on, we have to go outside at some point it’s so beautiful out” I begged. I knew she couldn’t resist my pleading for long. We stared each other down until I stuck out my lip and gave her puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh… fine. Go get your swimsuit” She groaned. I threw my arms up in vistory and sprinted up the stairs as quickly as I could, already peeling off my shirt and unbuttoning my shorts.

We spent the whole rest of the day in the sun, building crappy sandcastles and finding shells in the water. Both of us in our bikinis and sunglasses, just enjoying our summer before junior year. There was no supernatural troubles, no Scott troubles, no drama at all. It was nice. Everything with Allison was nice.

But she was my best friend.

“FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!” Lydia squealed as she ran up to me in the hall. I groaned as she looked over my chosen outfit. A simple white dress and blue cardigan paired with black converse. I didn’t think she’d let it pass, seeing that it was somewhat simple. But she grinned and clapped her hands together three times. “You look great!”

“It’s… so… early” I said, wishing I could rub the sleepiness out of my eyes, but I had put on makeup this morning. Lydia waved a dismissive hand.

“Come on, come see Allison she looks absolutely amazing” I nodded, knowing she was definitely right, and I hadn’t even seen her yet. Lydia guided me through the busy halls to Allison who was at her locker, organizing her books and folders. I smiled instantly upon seeing her, carefully pulling the flower out of my bag. Allison turned to me and grinned. She did look gorgeous. In a flower designed skirt and light denim buttoned up that was tied just above the skirt’s hem.

“y/n! Awe thanks, you look so cute!” She took the flower and gave me her angelic smile.

“Me? You look amazing as always” I blushed as she laughed.

We all got our group selfies taken, putting them on our stories and on insta, proud of what we’d pulled together. Knowing that tomorrow, we’d be in jeans and a sweatshirt. Well, Allison and I would. Lydia would probably be in another elegant look.

When we’d finished our red carpet celebration, Allison linked her arm through mine and we went off to homeroom. Lucky for me she didn’t have super hearing, so she couldn’t hear my heartbeat skyrocketing.

Isaac Lahey. She had to go and tell me she thought she was falling for Isaac Lahey.

I mean, Isaac!? Of all people? What has he done besides try to kill us? Ruin all of our plans? Wear scarfs in fucking seventy degrees weather I. Mean. Come. ON. What’s so great about him? He can’t even play lacrosse without losing it and trying to beat up an player who runs in front of him.

But when she asked if it was wrong, I shook my head. When she asked if I thought Scott would be mad, I said no. When she asked if I was okay with it…

I told her ‘of course’.

She was my best friend.

A month of her making heart eyes to Isaac passed and I couldn’t take it anymore. I just couldn’t. So, like the fool and reckless person I was, I walked myself to her apartment. I don’t know why I didn’t drive, I had my own car. But I was somewhat glad because it burnt off a lot of steam and anger for me to power walk halfway across town to her complex. I didn’t even take the elevator, just ran up the stairs two at a time. And when I stormed down the hallway and knocked rapidly at the door, I blanked. IN the two seconds Allison opened it and stared at me.

“y/n? You look upset are you-”

“No I’m not fucking okay!” In seconds all my emotions came back to me in a slam. “I’m not okay! Allison God why- why are you so blind!?” Her brows raised.

“Blind?”

“Yes!” I ran my hands through my hair stressfully. Allison seemed shocked, and confused, but I didn’t really care at the moment. I just needed this weight off of my chest. “Allison, I have been in love with you for the past year and a half! And I can’t stand to keep on watching you throw yourself into the wrong guy’s arms!”

If she wasn’t surprised before, she definitely was now. Her eyes were big and wide, jaw slacked, hands fallen from where she’d set them on the doorway.

“y-y/n” She stumbled over my name as she stared at me. I already knew what was coming next, so I don’t know why I bothered to stick around and wait for the pain of rejection. “I-I’m not… I don’t…. y/n you’re my best friend” It shows just how foolish I truly am, since I stayed standing in front of her. “I don’t like… I’m sorry I like guys, I’m sorry y/n you’re amazing, and I love you, and I love who you are just… just not like that”

I took a step backwards.

“y/n I’m-”

“No, no don’t say you’re sorry” I shrugged off my backpack, unzipping it.

“But I am, I hurt you-” I yanked out a white lily, throwing it onto the ground at her feet. Allison paused, staring down at it, then looking up at me again.

“You hurt me because you’re a fucking liar” I spat. She flinched. “You stay in the closet as long as you want Allison Argent, but I know you better than anybody. I just didn’t think you’d lie to me of all people about it” Allison’s eyes watered and she stepped towards me, but I’d already closed up my bag and stepped further away. “Thanks for your time” I said quietly, walking down the hall and to the elevator.

As the doors closed, I saw her come out, and pick up the flower. She stared down at it, and looked up right as they shut, and I was descending.

She was my best friend.

“I wronged you in a lot of ways Allison” I said gently, not sure how to start my conversation. I played with the grass in my fingers. “And that’s not what you do to the people you love, you know?” I sighed. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry I said what I said, and I’m sorry I was such a bitch about it”

I took in a deep breath as my eyes began to water.

“I’m just.. I’m sorry. I’m sorry”

“y/n? y/n did you hear me?”

The officer stood in front of me tonight kept saying my name, tapping his pencil impatiently on the pad of paper.

“I-I’m sorry can you repeat the question?” I asked, one arm wrapped around myself, the other hooked up so I could run my necklace between my fingers.

“I said, did you see who happened to have done this?” He repeated slowly.

“Uh-uh no” I stuttered. “No, no I got here- I-I was too late” I was supposed to be crying, why wasn’t I crying? That’s what you’re supposed to do right? Sob uncontrollably? Let it all out? But I couldn’t.

I looked away from the man, eyes landing on Scott McCall. He looked devastated, eyes bloodshot, tears all over him. Blood all over him. But at least he got a goodbye. He got to hear he was loved, he got to hold on for just a few more moments.

But me? I showed up thirty seconds too late. Holding Lydia and Stiles up. Both of them had tried to hide the scene form me as Scott sobbed and begged for sewn shut eyes to open. But it was too late, I’d already seen.

Why didn’t I get a goodbye? Why did Scott get a goodbye you may ask?

Well the answer is simple and painful. I didn’t deserve one. I didn’t deserve a goodbye. I hurt her, the last time I saw her. I hurt her and screamed at her. I made her cry, I put my heart on the line and took it back instantly. I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving that night. Not speaking to her again. Not even acknowledging her presence.

And now I’d never get to apologize to her.

She was my best friend.

Tears fell onto my cheeks, finally letting out tears I hadn’t been able to until now. It’s been a whole year, today marking the anniversary. But every time I’d thought about it, I just froze, no tears, not even a frown. Just a blank expression, and a dropping heart.

“Thank you for letting me visit you today” I whispered. “Thank you for everything… I love you” I bowed down my heard, tears falling into the grass. “I love you” I repeated. “You, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and I’ll never take you for granted again.

I stood up, and with a final goodbye, grazed my fingers over the words etched into the marble stone.

Allison Argent 1997-2013

A daughter, a friend.

“You’re my best friend”

~en fin~ sorry I forgot to post this yesterday guys :( today's my first final exam of the year! (I'm posting this off mobile so hopefully it doesn't turn out shitty)

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beccas-a-cipher · 5 years

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Karaoke

Originally posted: 20 May, 2018

Oh my gosh, was this really the first one?! I think about this oneshot way too often with the season two drama... songs used make me SAD now... I forgot that this was really the very first oneshot I ever posted for Magiclicas XD

"S-So, where do you want to go?" Kai asked nervously to his Magiclica friend (crush) over the phone.

"I have someplace in mind. Meet you outside the cafe at seven?" Quinston's smooth accent replied.

"Yeah, sure. See you," Kai said as he hung up the phone. As soon as he did, he immediately started a nervous giggle. "Yes!"

"You alright in there, Kai?" Haiden knocked on Kai's door. He jumped and nearly fell off his bed, knocking a cup of water on his nightstand over.

"Y-Yeah! I-I'm good!" Kai called. Haiden audibly grunted.

"Okay..." The aura manipulator could hear Haiden's footsteps fade away, and a giddy smile snuck onto his face.

"Ugh, I need to stop feeling so happy around him..." Kai whispered to himself, although he knew that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. It was six-thirty in the evening and Quinston said to meet at the cafe they usually met at seven, so Kai slipped on his hoodie and attempted to be stealthy and sneak out of the Spero's hideout without being questioned.

Unfortunately, that was not going to happen.

"Kai! Where are you going?" Kagae called cheerfully. Kai immediately tensed.

"O-Oh, just, uh, to go get some food... Maybe get some fresh air...? Yeah," he answered awkwardly. By this time most of the Spero were used to Kai's sudden nervousness, so Kagae shrugged and let it slide.

"Okay. See you later then!" She left Kai alone. He speed-walked out of the hideout and jogged to the cafe that wasn't too far from his headquarters. Outside was a familiar, chill brunette in a white beanie and green-and-white sweater.

"Kai!" Quinston waved and immediately smiled.

It's like his smile just lit up the sun... Kai tried to shove that thought to the back of his mind.

"Hai Quinston," Kai glanced at the clock that was in view of the window of the cafe. "It's only just now seven! Why are you here before me?" The tan boy asked.

The Magiclica shrugged. "Got tired of waiting at my house so I thought I'd come here and be early. Ready to get going?" Quinston held his arm out to Kai.

Kai ducked his head to avoid laughing. "Oh so we're going somewhere formal now, are we? I should have dressed better!"

Quinston's laugh was strangely like music. "Ha! Oh come on, I would have told you if you needed to dress differently. Besides, do I look dressed for something formal?" He gestured to his sweater and (adorable) tousled hair covered by the beanie.

Kai rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "I don't think I even own anything to really be considered 'formal' so thank goodness for that!"

He linked his arm through the other boy's and Quinston started leading them somewhere. They laughed and joked for a while before a portal suddenly appeared right in front of them. They walked right through it before Kai could react, and suddenly they were outside a building on a different street.

"What the foop?!" He questioned his reality once more. Quinston had that stupid, confident smirk on his face, giving away that it was him who created the portal. "What do you expect? I am Quinston O'Kouzlo, two-time youngest winner of TMS," He did a small pretend hair flip.

Kai snorted. "Okay one, never do that again. And two, no need to brag! You're making me feel even less worthy to be in your presence!" he complained almost-jokingly.

Quinston's bright green eyes softened. "Oh, sorry." They didn't say anything for a moment. "Well, uh, want to go in?" Quinston suggested.

"Where even are we?" Kai asked, puzzled.

The green-eyed boy's iconic, confident smirk returned. "I thought we might enjoy some good Shawn Mendes at the karaoke bar?" The Spero nearly squealed.

"What are we waiting for?!" Kai practically dragged Quinston inside, despite that he was willingly following along as well.

Inside were lots of people (mainly adults but that's not the point) laughing and chatting or nursing most-likely alcoholic drinks. There was a small area cleared in the center of the room along with a karaoke machine.

"So, want to go up there and hit it?" Quinston asked. Kai halted with a look of sheer terror on his face.

"Uh, no. Have I ever told you I am the worst at singing?" Kai stated immediately.

Quinston frowned. "Oh, how bad can you be?"

"Really bad."

The Magiclica rolled his eyes but complied. "Fine. Wait here then, or find a place to sit. I'll go get us some drinks."

"Nothing alcoholic!" Kai called jokingly.

Quinston came back a few minutes later with two glasses that looked to be Pepsi, or Coke, or Dr. Pepper. They all look the same and tasted basically the same, so who knows which it really was. "Geez! You don't have to remind me of no alcohol! My grandparents would literally kill me if I were to actually drink. Not to mention grounded and banned from coming here ever again." he sighed.

"Well wouldn't that be a shame!" Kai was starting to loosen up with his (boy)friend's casualness.

Quinston nodded. "It truly would. No more bad karaoke to make fun of or cheap soda with friends!"

Speaking of which, someone was walking up to the karaoke machine and put a coin in, selecting a song before the background music came on a few seconds later.

"Ugh, I really want to go sing. I may not be Melissa but you can never say no to Shawn Mendes!" Quinston complained more to himself than anyone. Kai felt bad for keeping Quinston from doing what he wanted.

"I mean, you can go up there. I just don't want to make everyone deaf..." the not-Spero trailed off. Quinston said nothing as he turned to watch the man do his song while his other friends were cheering obnoxiously loud. Once he was done the green-eyed boy got up and marched over to the music machine, put in a coin, and took a moment to scroll through the song options before finding one. Immediately the music started playing, but before Quinston started singing he said something.

"This goes out to my friend I'm with tonight, you know who you are. Just saying, I really missed this." The microphone made his voice loud and give it slight noise.

Immediately Kai felt his face burn. Darn you, you stupid hot Magiclica with enough confidence to do something stupid like this...

Kai's face immediately turned even redder as soon as he recognized the song that O'kouzlo was singing.

Oh my GOODNESS...

Quinston was rocking out to “Stitches,” hitting every queue perfectly. It was the mark of a true Shawn Mendes lover, and despite Kai's embarrassment, he was secretly singing along in his mind. Don't ever tell Quinston that Kai was actually enjoying this, though!

Quinston finished the song, getting a small round of applause from those listening. He walked back over to their table and sat down before immediately getting a chuckle out of Kai's shook-fried tomato face. "I hate you," is all the blue-eyed boy said.

Quinston smirked and rolled his eyes. "You know you love me,"

Kai basically spat out his drink. "I- I- WHAT?! N-No! Quinston!" he hissed, knowing his face was redder still if even possible with his dark skin.

O'kouzlo only watched with his stupid iconic smirk as his companion freaked out.

"Want to go sing now? I'll go with you so we can both make fools of ourselves." Quinston offered. The fried tomato that is Kai groaned.

"Why are you so obsessed with getting me to sing all of a sudden?"

"Because now I'm curious to see if you're really as bad as you're making yourself out to be."

Kai groaned again. "You know what fine! I'll show you I'm really that bad, and then you'll regret ever meeting me!"

Quinston chuckled. "I find that hard to believe. I don't think I could ever truly regret meeting you, Kai." His cheeks were dusted in the faintest pink in the dim bar's lighting.

The not-Spero led the way back to the karaoke machine, where Quinston put in another coin and the choice of songs appeared.

"They have a lot of Shawn Mendes to choose from..." Kai mumbled in serious thought.

"I mean, it doesn't have to be Shawn Mendes, does it?" Quinston offered with a shrug.

Kai turned with an emotionless look on his face. "It always has to be Shawn Mendes." he said in a dead serious tone. Quinston raised his hands in a surrender gesture before Kai looked back at the screen and selected a song. “There’s Nothing Holding Me Back” by, of course, Shawn Mendes.

Kai was almost as bad as he said.

It wasn't that he was bad, but more like he had no idea how to actually sing. Quinston was evidently trying not to laugh OR wince at his companion's attempt at karaoke as a blush was painted across his face and his gaze held an emotion Kai dare not name.

Quinston took the second verse after the chorus, then they both did the third part before forgetting all restraints and singing their hearts out for the big finale. By the time the song was done they were both grinning like idiots and laughing at each other for no apparent reason.

Quinston went back to get another set of drinks while Kai returned to their table and tried to wipe his idiotic smile off his face. He at first succeeded, but as soon as the brunette Magiclica with the bright green eyes returned the smile returned and reappeared on Quinston's face as well.

"Well?" Kai questioned.

Quinston shook his head and sighed. "Remind me to never force you into karaoke again."

"Well, I told you!" the boy with the red-dyed hair exclaimed.

"Yeah yeah, you were right. Kai one, Quinston... about a dozen. Not gonna lie." The brunette said.

Kai huffed. "Oh, egoistic much?"

"What can I say? I am Quinston O'kouzlo."

The tan skinned boy lightly punched the lighter skinned one. They both were still smiling, enjoying each other's presence far too much than they both knew they should. Then they both happened to look at the clock and saw it was nearly nine.

"We should really get going..." Quinston sighed with disappointment.

"Yeah..."

Quinston held out his arm to Kai again. "Mind if I walk you out?"

Kai rolled his eyes and allowed the duo-elementaled Magiclica to guide him out of the bar. "I guess I'll see you around?" the Spero said hopefully.

Quinston nodded. "Don't avoid me again, okay? Like I said, 'without your kisses, I'll be needing stitches~'" he sang the line, causing Kai's face to immediately heat up once again. He looked down to the ground, or basically anywhere except the confident' handsome face that was Quinston O'kouzlo.

A portal opened up in front of Kai. "That should take you straight to your room." Quinston said reluctantly. Kai nodded.

"Thanks for tonight. I... I had fun. 'Night, Quinston."

"G'night, Kai."

With that, the Spero stepped through the portal and straight into his room. He immediately flopped onto the bed and sighed dreamily. All he could think of was the beautiful Magiclica boy's smile that he thought he could never be with.

Little did he know, that same boy was dreaming of the sweet, caring, honest boy trapped on the wrong side of the law that he thought would never like him for who he was.

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“Stitches” is Kaiston season 2, change my mind. Tbh I kind of want to rewrite this for season 2 developments but the events haven’t unfolded completely so I don’t know if I should? And it wouldn’t be as happy because Kaiston right now isn’t as fluffy as it was when I wrote this around... I think episode 115 I think

Word count: 2000

#magiclicas #qutejakey #kaiston #posted back when kai was a spero #how the times have changed #karaoke

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D&B

Pairing: AJ Styles x OFC [she has a name unfortunately bc I found it difficult to not name her, but I might try the [Y/N] stuff from now on

Word Count: 8,426 and I’m sorry

Warnings: There wasn’t going to be a warning at all and I went with a twist of Daddy!kink and light spanking at the last second and I’m not sorry

Tagging: @llowkeys / @wrestlingbabe / @sjwrites22 / @reigns420 / @xxmaddhatter39xx / @hardcorewwetrash / @helluvawriter / @wwetrashqueen / @the-geekgoddes

Author’s Note: It’s my first fic and it’s not perfect at all thank you for reading! Constructive criticism is welcome (: Also, as a sidenote, I might just stick to fluff from now on bc reasons.

Dave and Buster’s is normally a very crowded place. There are gaggles of children everywhere, with their mothers and fathers huddled in a group talking as they watch their children from their peripheral vision. At least one mom is always peeling herself from the group to go chastise one of her children for getting into mischief, and once she gets back another mother inevitably leaves to deal with her devil spawn. Children’s squeals ring through the two floors of arcade games and bowling alleys, the noise two decibels too high for a normal person’s ears to handle.

But tonight was different. Tonight was adults only. It wasn’t as crowded, though there were definitely enough bodies for the ventilation system to be rendered useless. Every game had at least four people huddled around it, friends cheering friends on as they sipped their beers. The bar at the back of the first floor was full of guys showin’ off for tipsy ladies. Top forty music was drowned out by 8-bit sound effects and twenty-somethings laughing at each other. And at the main entrance, employees in glow in the dark shirts handed eighteen, nineteen, and twenty year olds green plastic bands to wear so they wouldn’t try to order alcohol. The young adults fussed at the employees, mad as all hell, until the employees threatened to call security. And through a certain back entrance, a small group of superstars thanked the manager for letting them through undetected.

One of them, undoubtedly wearing a ball cap to tame his long brunette hair, stepped in front of his friends and rubbed his hands together, a green band on his wrist.

“All right, guys. You know the drill. We’re gonna get my son that limited edition Star Wars toy from that top shelf if it takes all damn night.” He grinned at them, and one particularly tall friend in a black beanie groaned.

“I’m kidding. Y'all have helped me enough. Y'all never win enough tickets anyway.” At these words, he ran.

A chorus of angry protests trailed behind him.

“Yeah friggin’ right!” “Oh my god, AJ.” “Are you serious?” “What the hell, man??”

But he was long gone.

AJ spent the first hour playing every game on each wall of the place, never bothering to try for the ones near the center area. There were too many people, and it was already nearing one in the morning. He busied himself with racing games, shooting games, and the like. Naomi passed by with Jimmy, already slightly tipsy, and her husband was spewing nonsense. AJ was laughing so hard by the time they left, he had a hand over his abdomen.

After a few more minutes, he got bored of the arcade games and decided to go upstairs, where he heard a bowling tournament was going on. He wasn’t much good at bowling himself, but he knew Ambrose and Corbin were, so he figured he’d see them up there.

Sure enough, Dean and Baron were in the second lane, fast friends when they realized they both shared a love for pin falls. AJ made it to their lane just as Dean made a a strike, sending Dean and Corbin into a drunken state of whoops and hollers, and AJ laughed when he saw them chest bump and miss completely. Alexa was with them, using an array of emotions he never saw her use during a show. She was smiling, not the malicious smile she liked to give the WWE Universe, but a smile that gave everything she was thinking away. AJ followed her gaze, and realized she was staring at Corbin. He slumped down next to her.

She had her hands supporting her, her feet splayed out in front of her to show her beautiful legs. Her eye make up was as on point as it was during a show, and AJ wondered if she had asked one of the make up artists to do her up before leaving the stadium earlier that night, or if she had done it herself.

“You do your own make up tonight?” he asked her.

“Yeah, why?” she answered. The smile on her face flashed brighter at the compliment she knew was coming.

“Looks great, Little Bit,” AJ said, putting an arm over her shoulders. She giggled, and wriggled out from under him.

“Stop,” she said, looking back at Baron and Dean, who paid no mind to her, as they were neck and neck with a lovely young couple, and were banking on a win. “Baron will see.”

AJ gave her a look, one eyebrow raised like a dad to his rebellious child. He motioned to Corbin with a nod of his head. “What, him? He’s distracted. Matter of fact, I doubt he’s glanced back here once.”

Alexa pouted. “But he might. And I want him to know I’m available.”

AJ leaned back on his elbows. “Well, he ain’t gonna know you’re available unless you tell'im,” he said, his southern accent getting thicker as his concerned dad side came out in full force. Alexa groaned, but nodded.

“You’re right. Here, let’s go get some beers for him and Dean.” She jumped off the booth, her straight blonde hair bouncing as she went.

AJ shook his head, and followed after her, his hips swaying like only a man who knows who he is can do. His biceps fit snugly into his plain grey tee, and his dark blue jeans hung low on his hips. A Swiss watch was clasped to his wrist. Any girl’s heart in that venue would start palpitating fiercely if he so much as glanced in their direction, and he knew it, too. He smiled at no one, watching a girl in a group of young women playing pool nearly miss her shot as she stared at him.

Yup, he thought to himself, stroking at his scruffy beard.

I still got it.

When he made his way past the pool tables to the upstairs bar, Alexa was there, chatting rapidly with the bartender. Her body language screamed, ‘flirty’, no doubt trying to convince the bartender to grab her some alcohol off the top shelf for a lower price. Her hands were crossed on the counter, body arched, cleavage nice and low. She noticed AJ nearing her and she winked at him, motioning to the flustered bartender, who was unsure where to even look. With a nod and a gulp, the bartender grabbed something off the high shelf and poured out three drinks.

“Here you go, miss,” he managed.

Her reply was in a voice AJ wasn’t accustomed to her using, low and sensual. It took all he had not to burst out laughing at the poor bartender, who was being played for a fool.

“Thank you so much, hon. I’ll see ya later, okay??” she lied. AJ grabbed two of the drinks, and Alexa grabbed the other one.

From the speakers, the continuous droning halted as the manager at Dave & Buster’s made an announcement.

“Attention all fun lovers, the DDR competition will be starting in fifteen minutes!”

AJ nudged Alexa. “Bet you Naomi’s gonna be all over that.”

Alexa scoffed. “Yeah, if her and Jimmy aren’t completely slammed by now.”

AJ thought about it. “I don’t know, I feel like that’d just make it all the more fun to watch. Plus, the best DDR competitor I know is me. I bet no one’s beaten the high score I got the last time we were here.”

They made it back to the bowling alley, where Dean and Baron were slumped back in their chairs, seemingly upset.

“Cheer up, guys, I brought you drinks!” Alexa pitched.

Dean looked up. He took the drink from AJ’s hand. “Guess I’ll take yours since you’re gonna be the party pooper tonight.”

AJ smacked him upside the head. “Hey, one of us has to be the responsible one.”

Baron thanked Alexa for the drink, and her face brightened. Dean retorted, “Hey, that should be your new title. AJ Styles, the 'responsible one.’” He extended his hands, picturing it. Baron grinned, and AJ frowned.

“Anyway,” AJ said, “how much you wanna bet that you’re about to get your ass handed to you again, this time by the pixie lady standing over there next to Baron?”

Baron looked up at Alexa, who was wide eyed. She mouthed, “what the fuck are you doing?”

AJ mouthed back, “just watch.”

Dean scoffed. “Psh, Alexa? She’s probably never bowled in her life.”

Alexa shot him a glare. “Yeah? If I’ve never bowled, why don’t you go ahead and make that bet?”

Baron’s eyes kept going from Dean to Alexa, surprised by this turn of events and happy to be given any moment to fuck with Dean. “Come on, Dean. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“You fucking traitor. Fine, twenty bucks says I win by at least fifteen points.”

AJ piped up, “twenty bucks? Dean, that’s pennies. Why don’t you make it a hundred?”

Alexa grinned. “How about one fifty?” Baron was steady glancing back and forth between Alexa and Dean, clearly hyped for the shit that was about to go down.

Dean growled, “agh, fuck it, one fifty it is.” He reached over to shake Alexa’s hand, and Alexa leaned over Baron to shake it. AJ caught Baron’s eyes wandering. He grinned to himself.

“It’s settled then,” AJ said, clapping his hands together. “Dean versus Alexa. If he wins by fifteen points or more, he wins one fifty. If he doesn’t beat her by fifteen points, Dean has to pay up. But wait…”

Alexa replied, “what?”

AJ chuckled. “What happens if you win?”

Dean waved him away. “Like that would ever happen.”

Baron stood up, all of seven foot tall. His dark eyes were bright with the spirit of drama and competition. “If Alexa wins, Dean and I do whatever she wants for the rest of the night.”

Alexa’s chest swelled at the thought, but she played it coy. “Alright, sounds fair. Dean?”

Dean gave Baron a sideways glance. “Are you drunk? This ain’t even your fight, man.”

“I know,” Baron said, “but you’re like a brother to me. If you lose, I’ll take some of the heat, too.”

AJ smiled a wicked smile. “Aight, y'all, now this is a damn competition.” He went to the monitor on their lane and punched in Alexa’s name as LILBIT, and deleted Baron’s name and the couples’ names, who had left. Alexa stepped up to where the different sized bowling balls were and grabbed one of the smaller ones and placed it in their cache.

Dean took a sip of his beer. As he stepped up to grab his bowling ball and make his first move, he sang, “Catherine Zeta-Jonessss.”

He swung.

Eight pins. Baron hollered, “nice one, Ambrose!”

Dean started dancing, and AJ egged him on. “Damn, Ambrose, you got moves.”

“You better believe it, baby,” Dean said, running fingers through his hair. He stopped a moment to take a sip of his beer, soaking in the glory, and then took his second swing.

He flattened the last two pins.

Alexa stood there, arms crossed. Channeling her inner spiteful bliss, she said, “Are you done?”

Dean sat down, waving her away. “Yeah, yeah. Make your move.”

Alexa bent down seductively as she grabbed her bowling ball. AJ shook his head. Baron was close to drooling. AJ waved in his face. “See something you like, Corbin?”

Snapping out of it, Baron began to blush. Alexa loved that color on him. “Man, seriously?” he said to AJ.

“Hey, AJ,” Alexa yelled. “That’s my line!” and she swung the bowling ball in beautiful form, toppling all ten pins.

Dean stood up, mouth agape.

Baron cheered. “Oh, shit,” he whispered, eyes darting back to Dean.

“How the flipping fuck?” Dean couldn’t believe.

AJ clapped his back in pity, and pointed with his other hand to Alexa. “Should’ve done your research, son. Little Bit over there has gone bowling every Tuesday with her dad since she was four years old.”

Baron was laughing so hard he was holding his stomach, and Dean glanced from AJ, to Alexa, and back again. Then his irritation started to show. “And just how long have you known that??”

“Since I met her. We’re good friends.”

As Dean sat there, bickering with AJ, something else entirely was going on in Baron’s mind. He was looking at Alexa differently than he ever had. Sure, he saw her every day at the performance center, at the gym, what have you. He saw her training. He’d seen her bleed and he’d seen her sweat. He’d seen her at her vilest, the heel she played on Smackdown, the Wicked Witch of the WWE. And he’d seen her at her best, smiling and happy with all of their friends and coworkers around. But something was different about tonight. It was like he was seeing her for the first time.

“Hey, Alexa!” he motioned for her to sit down, and she mocked Dean as he walked up to make his second play. Dean stuck his tongue out at her.

Alexa sat down next to Baron, his arm draped across the back of the chair.

AJ, pretending to pay attention to Dean, watched them from his peripheral vision. Baron leaned in close to Alexa’s ear, and whispered something. It must have been good, because AJ could see her break out in a smile.

Dean knocked over one pin. He missed completely on the second shot, and AJ gave him a slow clap back to his seat.

AJ stood up. With Dean demoralized, and Alexa and Baron clearly into each other, he decided to head back downstairs and find some more of his friends to liven up the group. He noticed Alexa was making her second play.

“Where are you going, asshole?” Dean shouted as he left.

“To find a way to make you feel better. Spoiler alert: it’s not Renee, so don’t get too excited.”

“You’re a bastard.”

AJ shot a hand in the air as he walked away, agreeing with Dean.

As he bounded down the stairs through the very drunk group of people, he noticed everyone was talking about one thing - that DDR competition they mentioned on the speakers.

If he remembered correctly, the DDR mechanism was in the center of the arcade floor, so he hadn’t gotten to it all night. As he walked, he caught sight of Carmella and Ellsworth, fast friends after their strange storyline on Smackdown. They were in a corner, taking multiple, constant selfies of each other like the Princess of Staten Island was known to do. AJ waved them over.

“Hey, guys, do me a favor.”

“Anything for the champ, AJ,” Carmella declared. Jimmy nodded in enthusiasm.

“Alright, kids. I need you to go upstairs and cheer up the ol’ lunatic fringe for me. See, he’s losing a bet right now and he might need some cheerleaders to urge him on.”

“Sounds fun!” Carmella grabbed Jimmy’s arm and led him upstairs, every man in the place watching her as she did.

He continued walking, looking around, unable to find his people. After a few more minutes and a couple more laps around the floor, he gave up as a bunch of people ran to the center of the place. He could hear cheers and whoops and hollers.

His curiosity was gaining momentum, but it all about took over his body as he heard another announcement over the radio.

“Congratulations, Miss Valerie!”

A voice in the background corrected the speaker, “it’s Valeria,” in an accent he recognized.

“Excuse me, congratulations, Miss Valeria! You just beat the old gaming record in place by a good friend of mine, known only on the game as AJP1.”

AJ’s jaw slacked. “There’s no friggin’ way.”

Naomi and Jimmy happened to be passing by and he gave them an awestruck look. “AJ, hon, isn’t that your gaming signature?”

“Damn right it is,” AJ whispered, seething. He made his way through the bodies, leaving Naomi and Jimmy behind.

He could hear the familiar sound of DDR music through the rowdiness, but that was nothing to the beating of his heart in his ears, the blood pumping. Why was he so furious? He thought about it as he pushed through.

He’d loved arcade games and video games since he was young. In his old house, before he and his wife split, he had an entire room specifically for the exhibition of the classics. Pac Man, Galaga, Tetris, Donkey Kong, Tron, Street Fighter. He also had an old Nintendo 64, a Sega, a Game Cube. He was into all that stuff. But there was only one place in the world that fueled his passion for it to the brim, a place that had not only the best, but some of the most obscure games he’d never find anywhere else.

Getting signed by New Japan afforded him one of the greatest experiences of his life. He got to experience a new culture, a different way of thinking, and a new set of people that pushed him to his limits and beyond. While he would say he found some of his best friends in the business, some of the greatest wrestlers of all time, in New Japan, it didn’t always mean he felt happy being there.

There were times when he had missed his sons and his wife so much that he couldn’t bare to go out with the boys and ruin their fun. He needed time on his own. He would bury himself in the one other love of his life. In time, some of his friends began to notice his obsession, and they felt that maybe it needed some sort of growth, but in a healthier manner.

Shinsuke came up to him one night, after a difficult, sweat-inducing training day.

He clapped AJ on the back, handed him a bottle of water. “Hard day,” he said, the words coming out slow, breathing deep after the beating they just took. AJ took the bottle thankfully and chugged it down in under fifteen seconds. After a couple of deep breaths himself, he answered Shinsuke. “Yeah, man. I’m beat. I’ll be all right, though.”

Shinsuke gave him a once over, to make sure it was true, and when he was assured he switched gears completely. “You like games.”

AJ raised an eyebrow, wondering where this was going. “It’s a hobby of mine.” He waited.

Shinsuke took another deep breath, and continued. “There’s a place near my apartment. We should go. There’s a game I think you will like.”

And so began his love of Dance Dance. It was his guilty pleasure. When Shinsuke had recommended it to him at the arcade center, Shinsuke hadn’t expected AJ to love it as much as he did. But every other night, after a long hard, day, AJ would wait till everyone else had gone, swatting away any invite to go get fucked up at the bar, and grab Shinsuke’s bag and tell him, “let’s go.”

It became a friendly competition between them. They’d play round after round after round, until it was damn near closing time. At first, AJ was little more than two left feet. He could still hear the sound of Shinsuke’s laugh ringing in his ears, the sound of young Japanese girls swooning over Shinsuke as he dominated AJ with ease. But still he pressed on. It was something different. In other games, he relied on his already practiced hands to win. This was the one arcade game he’d ever seen that forced him to have the same caliber, if not a higher one, of intelligence with his feet.

As he continued to obsess over it, Shinsuke slowly started to fade away from it. It wasn’t because he didn’t like the game, after all he was the one who exposed AJ to it. It was because he didn’t have the passion for it like AJ did. And he was happy for AJ. If anything, something about the game and the way AJ spent hours on it brought a change in him.

He became more nimble in the ring. He was happier. He was more enthusiastic. Shinsuke had known being here without his family had been difficult, to say the least. He had young boys and a beautiful wife at home, in the States. He was glad that he had found a way to relieve some of that depression that had glossed over AJ’s life here.

In time, AJ had beat every conceivable record. Once he felt at peace with his victory, he slowed down. But the symptoms, the advantages of playing the game stayed with him.

When he got back to the states, he made damn sure his friends came with him to the arcade centers like Dave & Buster’s after each pay-per-view, as celebration for each of their victories or defeats. Most times, he and his friends would have a goal to make enough tickets to buy the most expensive item on the prize shelf. Tonight, though, after a particularly grueling set of matches, he just wanted them to have fun. He had expected the night to be full of laughs and cheerfulness, but something about losing the record on DDR struck a chord with AJ. Maybe it was the loss he suffered tonight against the Miz, of all people. He knew it was planned. He’d conceded to the storyline weeks ago. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to suffer for it. The rage burned through his stomach.

A voice broke through the crowd.

“So, anybody up for another round? Or are all of y'all too chicken?” Some people groaned, others yelled, trying to cheer some friends on, but no one would step up to that piercing female tone.

It was like dry ice. It could freeze you in place and then burn you for it.

“Whaaat?” she continued. “Really, no one? Hell.”

He looked for where her voice was coming from, and found its owner. She was a foot away from the machine, one hand splayed across the resting bar. The other was up in the air, begging anyone and everyone to fight her.

Her round face was a perfect shade of beige, her lips a rosy pink, her nose long with a small crook just past the bridge, like a renaissance painting. But her body….AJ felt something stiffen between his legs.

She wasn’t perfect. Not at all, he told himself. She was nothing compared to the women he spent his days with training, battle-hardened, made-for-tv individuals. No, compared to them, she was soft, squishy. But something about her body made him tense.

Perhaps it was the way she carried herself. She didn’t seem to be afraid of one face she saw in the crowd around her. Her smile was coy, her eyes, though a deep dark brown, glistened like the color of Coca Cola. They were sweet and addicting all at once.

Perhaps it was the way her cami top cut a little too low, the way he could see a ghost of her nipples, the way her top rose to reveal a chubby little tummy when she heaved from the exercise she had put her body through. Maybe it was the way her yoga shorts rose to reveal her ample thighs, and AJ’s mind flashed him an image of his own head between them, grasping them with his rough hands and hearing her yelps and feeling her winces as he planted love bites all over them.

AJ shook the thoughts away. She was standing next to the manager, his good friend, who had made the announcement about the broken record not moments ago.

He made his way over to the manager, who took his hand and gave him a clap on the back. “Was wondering when you’d show up,” he remarked.

“Yeah, well,” AJ laughed, trying his best to hide his irritation, “had to see who was responsible for my downfall.”

The woman’s eyes grew wide. “You’re AJP1?” Incredulous and disbelieving, she crossed her arms. “No way.”

“Actually, I am. Surprising, I know. I don’t look like much.”

The woman was taken aback by his humility. From what she knew, he was a big deal. For anyone who knew of the game, of course, at least in this particular D&B. She gave him a once over, looked at his fit form, his strong biceps, his long hair, the ball cap that shaded his eyes. Without thinking, she dipped her head closer to him, to get a look at his eyes. His eyes were the color of clear blue water lapping on a Hawaiian beach. She gasped, and AJ, who hadn’t moved an inch under her gaze, gave her a questioning look.

Though AJ would never admit it, the fire he felt in his stomach wasn’t from rage anymore. She was doing things to him he would never understand, and who knew if he’d ever know she was getting the exact same feeling.

“One round. Triple A. The hardest song.”

Her confidence was borderline conceited, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. The entire crowd and Lee, the manager, which he’d forgotten as he gazed at her, started cheering him on, begging him to accept the challenge.

AJ turned to face the crowd. He couldn’t help himself. Being a performer was a part of him. He gave them a crooked smile, and yelled, “Should I accept the lovely Miss-”

He looked at her.

“Valeria.”

“Should I accept the lovely Miss Valeria’s challenge?”

Everyone cheered.

“Are you sure?”

They cheered louder.

He turned to face her. “Miss Valeria, I can assure you, you don’t want none of this.” The crowd ooh'ed. She rolled her eyes. “That being said, are you ready to lose?”

Her eyes darkened. “Hell no.” The crowd erupted.

The manager took his mic and made an announcement on the intercom.

“The breaker of the record challenged the previous record holder to a round of DDR. Everybody get down here!”

Upstairs, Jimmy, Carmella, and Dean perked their ears up at the announcement.

“Jimmy, Carm, I think AJ’s about to do something stupid.” He grabbed his leather jacket from the chair in front of him, whipping it on as he and the other two made for the stairs. “Hold on, where’s Baron and Alexa?” Dean said, eyes searching those who were still upstairs, only to come up short. “Forget it. Let’s go find AJ.”

Valeria chose the song. It was one of AJ’s favorites, and he remembered the day he first conquered it. He was alone. Shinsuke hadn’t accompanied him that night, and everyone had grown tired of watching AJ on the DDR floor. That last step had made him feel like a million dollars. Relief flooded over his body, and he could feel the cold sweat running down his spine. It had been a great moment, and he was glad he had been alone.

Now, he was all business. He squared up his shoulders as he waited for the arrows to roll. Valeria stood to his right, with a fixed and focused expression. Her mouth was in the shape of a small O, breathing deeply, and AJ vividly imagined her mouth around his-

The arrows rolled.

It was hard to focus when a girl like that was a foot away from him. He could feel it, that same cold sweat and goosebumps as his feet moved quickly.

But she was quicker. By God, she was quicker. She had the reflexes of a feline, and while he wasn’t exactly struggling, he was nowhere near her level. AJ could feel the blood pumping through his veins, through his arms and through someplace much, much lower.

Her long, brown hair bobbed and bounced. She took a glance in his direction, and noticed something akin to being nervous, and smiled to herself. Always one to make others feel more uncomfortable, she began to dance. As in, actually dance. Her hips moved to the rhythm of the Japanese dance music, and men in the crowd hollered. She thought she saw AJ glance in her direction, and she flicked her hair above her shoulder, dancing with every inch of her body. She manipulated every curve and every exposed bit of skin to her advantage, all the while managing to stay ahead in the game.

AJ was a mess.

When the song was over, and the game tallied up their points, he bowed to Valeria as a show of sportsmanship, knowing she’d won.

With a grin she turned to him and bowed, then to the group of people huddled around.

From the back, a group of people pushed through the crowd, and AJ recognized Dean and the rest of his friends.

“That’s okay, AJ, baby, you’re still number one in my book!” Dean applauded, grinning from ear to ear, and AJ pulled him into hug and clapped him on the back, not bothering to stifle his laughter. Dean patted him on the cheek.

Carmella and James were taking pictures, and then AJ saw Naomi and Jimmy in the back.

“AJ, honey boo, what happened??”

“What happened? I met my match, that’s what happened. And where the hell were you?” AJ said, hugging her and giving Jimmy a clap on the back.

“We were in the bathroom. Naomi was all fucked up. I was gonna leave her there, but she insisted I hold her hair up in case she threw up,” Jimmy stated jokingly.

Naomi smacked him lightly. “Way to tell everybody my business!”

“Not like everyone didn’t see you make a fool of yourself earlier.”

“Oh my god!”

AJ loved their banter. It reminded him of him and his wife. The thought grew sad. Then he remembered Valeria. It seemed she remembered herself too, as she piped up. “Y'all must be AJ’s friends,” she said, holding out a hand.

“Damn,” Dean whispered to AJ. To Valeria, “anyone who could make the phenomenal one drop a few pegs is a friend of mine,” and he pulled her into a hug, making sure AJ was watching, Dean’s hands dropping down her lower back in a manner that was just a little too friendly.

AJ ignored him, introducing Valeria to his friends, silently wishing they’d all scatter so he could have some time alone with her. He couldn’t remember the last time he even talked to a woman he was interested in. After the divorce he kind of just….fell off the map. The last person he remembered feeling something for was Maryse. He knew Maryse had feelings for him, too. Hell, he’d acted on them one night. She’d been backstage at a show, Mike nowhere to be found, and he discovered her by herself, clutching her stomach, tears falling. The staggering confidence she normally radiated was gone, and his heart ached for her. He sat down next to her, asked her if she was okay, if she needed water, food, anything. In a gesture that was very un-Maryse, she reached her arms out in a hug, and he instantly enveloped her. He could smell her sweet perfume, and he could feel the wetness on her cheeks from crying silently. Without thinking, he began to kiss the tears away. Maryse stiffened, unsure of what he was doing, but eventually she let him continue, warming to his lips’ touch. And then the moment was over as quickly as it began. She pulled away, and shook her head, and AJ knew that it would never happen, nor should he mention it, again. He shook all feelings for her away after that.

Valeria waved to all of his friends, shook some hands, hugged a few. When she’d acquainted herself with everyone, she said, “All right, now if y'all don’t mind I’m going to take this guy over here away while we talk Dance Dance,” and she pushed AJ through the already scattering crowd. AJ looked back, and saw his friends in various stages of shock, but they shook it off quickly, scattering as well, James with Carmella and Naomi with Jimmy, and Dean off to go find wherever the hell Alexa and Baron went.

“So be honest,” Valeria started, “did you let me win?”

“I didn’t.”

“Are you lying?” Her hands were on her hips. Something about her tone made a fire in AJ’s belly grow.

“Actually yeah, I let you win. Didn’t want you to feel embarrassed in front of about a hundred people.”

Her eyes flared. “Are you fucking serious?”

“I damn sure am.”

“I want a rematch.”

“Why? You know you’re gonna lose this time.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yeah I do.” He said, taking a step closer to her. She was so sexy when she was angry.

She took a step closer to him, bending her face close, wanting to yell in his face.

God, she looks beautiful.

“If you’re so sure you’ll win, why don’t you fucking prove it?”

“I don’t want to.” AJ wanted her so badly right now it was insane, and he didn’t want to stop her dead in her rage, so he switched gears and was doing everything in power to cool her down.

“And why the fuck not?”

“Because I want to have a drink with you first.”

She looked down at his wrist. “You’re wearing a band. And I know you’re not under twenty one.” She was trying to get under his skin, and he wasn’t going to have it.

AJ chuckled, to her dismay. “Yes, that’s true. I’m thirty eight. I’m wearing the band because I wasn’t gonna drink tonight, but I want to have a drink with you.”

The flush on her cheeks was unusual. For a girl who normally exuded confidence and a “gives no fucks” attitude, she seemed so small and precious just then.

That blush makes me feel things.

“What?” she inquired, and that’s when AJ realized he’d fucked up. Big time. There was no going back now. That blush was turning rosier by the second. He wasn’t going to do this - he was more respectable than this - but he couldn’t help it, he knew the best way to answer her was to just be outright with it. So he went for it.

He placed a hand gently under her jaw, fingers timidly grazing her neck. AJ looked into her deep brown eyes, and saw the warmth she didn’t dare express. And as he stood there, his other hand stationary at her waist, hesitating to do what he knew he would regret not doing, she made the decision for him.

His eyelids closed shut, the darkness helping to memorize the feel of her lips, the taste of her tongue as it edged into his mouth, the lingering aroma of sweat and the sweet perfume she probably spritzed on hours ago, all of it. His eyelids were shut so tight he looked as if he were in pain, as if he was holding himself back and he couldn’t and his entire being was struggling under her influence.

AJ felt both of Valeria’s hands touch his face, his scruff. Like the creeping wakefulness of dawn, he slowly opened his eyes and looked into her own. The glowing warmth in them was replaced by burning embers. They said to him, let’s go somewhere.

“Wait for me,” he spoke, squeezed her hand, and left her standing there, as he looked for the man of opportunity.

AJ found him at the front, helping his employees pack up the remaining wrist bands and flattening fold up tables. When he saw AJ, a smile broke onto his face. AJ couldn’t help but smile back, as this man was the most significant player in the story that was unfolding before his eyes.

“Lee, buddy.” He helped him pick up the table and fold it.

“AJ, my man. What can I do for you?”

“I need another favor.”

Lee stood there, his formerly pristine white dress shirt now a bit more wet than usual, his tie hanging back on his shoulder. He was missing his normal three pens from his shirt pocket. Lee’s grip slipped on the table, but AJ managed to hold on and fold it himself.

Lee swiped at his forehead, ran a hand through his shortly cropped hair. “I guess I could help you out. Depends what it is, of course.”

“I need a room all to myself. Is the the ball pit closed off tonight?”

Lee sighed, took a set of keys from his pocket. He shuffled through them, held onto one as the rest of them clinked to the bottom of the key ring. A Georgia tech hornet also hung off the ring, catching AJ’s eye and remembering how they even met in the first place.

“You gonna catch that game tomorrow?” AJ said with a smile and a light punch to Lee’s shoulder. Lee grinned back.

“Yeah, but I’ll be rootin’ against your team and you know it.”

AJ clapped him on the back as Lee handed him the keys, and AJ made sure to grab the right one in between his thumb and index finger, so he wouldn’t lose track. “Can’t believe I’m friends with you, man.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get outta here.”

AJ took his cue and left Lee to struggle on his own. Lee was good to him, he’d met him one day at a Georgia/Tech game, and they nearly ended up beating each others’ ass. But AJ was fond of him, and Lee was fond of AJ. They watched the games together, AJ would send him tickets to whatever wrestling events Lee’s kids wanted to see, and Lee would let him have the run of the arcade center. They were good friends, going on five years.

Valeria had sat down at the bar, and as he reached her he caught her speaking fast as a whirlwind with the bartender, but he couldn’t recognize most of the words. Then he caught one, “mijita”. He’d heard Latina women at the grocery store in Gainesville use that word when speaking to their children. Then he recognized “cabron”. He cocked a half smile, knowing that was an insult.

“Not talking about me, are ya?”

He expected Valeria to jump a mile, but she didn’t. “Surprisingly enough, no.” Her hand was on a drink, and the other holding her chin up. Another drink was next to her, and he sat down on the stool in front of it.

“For me?” he said.

“Just one.” She leaned in to whisper into his ear. “Not enough to get you drunk, because I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

He grinned at the drink, taking a sip. “Seems fair.”

She leaned in to whisper again, closer this time, “but just enough so you have the courage to fuck me silly.”

He felt the bastard between his legs stiffen.

“Let’s go.” He left a twenty on the counter, and took her hand. He led her all the way up to the second floor, past the bowling alley, where he could see Dean and the rest, past the other bar, where he found Alexa and Baron shitfaced and making out - he grinned at that, past the other closed off room where they have the inflatable slide - he made a mental note to remember to ask Lee for that one next time, all the way to the end of the building where the ball pit reigned supreme.

This wasn’t just your average ball pit either. As he unlocked the door, and Valeria giggled, a grand sight splayed out in front of them. The ball pit was twenty five feet by twenty five feet, or at least it looked that way. Sky blues and meadow greens were everywhere. The black net that came up to make the walls could mesmerize and dizzy you if you stared for too long. Valeria, holding AJ’s hand tenderly, urged him to follow her. With butterflies in his stomach, he did.

“So, AJ, besides hanging around in arcade centers, what do you do?”

She was buying time. As madly in lust as she was, her hands trembled and her mind was flying a mile a minute. Should I do this? How do I know this is real? Ay carajo, ojalá que no me despierte de este sueño.

AJ placed his hands on Valeria’s hips, bypassing the soft fabric of her top and just holding her, feeling the even softer, tan skin underneath. “I wrestle.”

Valeria giggled nervously, losing that confident edge she was used to wearing like armor. “Wr-wrestling? Like, wrestling wrestling? Or is that, like, an innuendo?”

AJ’s fingers kneaded carefully at her skin, and she could feel the rumble of his chuckle through the points where they made contact. As she became more comfortable with the thought of him, she hooked her arms around his neck. “I wrestle, and I’m a performer. I do house shows and everything, go on the road, stuff like that.”

“Is it fun?” she asked, head turning to the side, concern on her face. “I imagine it gets lonely.”

From under his ball cap, AJ’s eyes lowered to stare at the ground, thinking how to answer her honestly. “For the most part, you can get so busy you don’t even notice how alone you are. You’ve got coworkers, staff, fans, they’re always around. You’re either on a plane or at the gym or backstage before a show, and there’s always someone there, so it doesn’t look like you’re alone.” Valeria nodded, comprehending what he refused to say aloud. Without uttering a word, she reached a hand to take off his cap, and she threw it over the walls of the ball pit. At his raised brow, she replied, “I was getting tired of it shading your beautiful eyes from me.”

“You like my beautiful eyes?” he said, teasingly, all too happy to change the subject. As she shook herself from his grasp, Valeria backed away from him, reaching for the netted entryway of the ball pit.

Dios mío, si!

But a simple bite of her bottom lip and a quick nod as she entered the ball pit was enough to have AJ eagerly follow her inside.

This woman just might be the death of me.

She dived in, silently relieved to find out the balls were foam and not plastic, like they were back when she was a kid. AJ, diving in after her, was also relieved.

“Valeria, what the hell are you doing?” he said, pushing foam balls away like he was swimming. She was somewhere underneath that layer of foam, and she wasn’t coming back up. The only sign of her was the giggle that came from his left. He lunged, earning a shriek from the mass of foam, and as he clawed his way through, he managed to grab something squishy but firm, receiving another shriek and a reactionary kick to his tummy.

“Fuck, that was my ass, you jerk!” she giggled, struggling to stay away from his reach.

“I shouldn’t’ve let that bit of you go, then.”

“Oh my god!”

He followed the noise and direction of the shuffling balls, knowing there was no way she could escape. As she hit one of the walls, he heard a muffled, ay, christo, and could hardly contain his amusement. “You all right? Sounded like it hurt.”

About six feet away, he saw a small hand pop up to the surface and give him the finger.

With a gigantic grin on his face and butterflies in his stomach that absolutely refused to chill, he lunged for her one more time.

This time, she didn’t squeal or kick him. She pulled him close, swatting foam balls like flies so she could kiss him. Her hands went underneath his shirt, and he did the same, both of them getting the feel for the other. Valeria knocked her shoes off her feet, losing them in the sea of foam. AJ moved to kiss her neck, Valeria feeling the graze of his tongue, leaving a trail of wet to the top of her breasts. Knocking more spheres out of the way, AJ crashed his body into hers, letting her feel his rock hard erection through her thin, delicate shorts. His hands roamed higher under her top, and he gave one of her breasts a squeeze (“No bra?” “I was feeling slutty to-oh!”). She let out a feral moan.

Pleased with her reaction, he began to attend to bottom half of her body as she took off her cami. He placed two fingers between her thighs, feeling the wetness leaking through her shorts and her panties. He squeezed both her thighs with his strong hands, leaving small bites on them and earning sharp intakes of breath from Valeria at each one. This is what he pictured earlier that night, his head between her thick, stunning thighs, his mouth and his tongue all too eager to please her. AJ helped her take off what remained of her clothing as she unbuckled his belt to make him lose his own.

“Not yet, darlin’. This is all you right now.” With that, he went down on her. Her breaths grew quick, moaning his name as she held onto his hair for dear life. One of AJ’s hands reached up to twist a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and his other pumped two fingers into her. Her moans were getting louder, and she begged for a release that was drawing closer, and she arched her back, begging for his tongue to go faster, rougher. AJ did as her body demanded, till he had her whining beneath him, so damn close to climax, before he lifted his head up, her flavor on his lips, a trail of saliva extending with him as he came up to kiss her. His fingers left, leaving her empty inside, and she placed all of her frustration back into the kiss he gave her.

Suddenly, as she didn’t notice when he’d taken off his clothing, his cock was rubbing at her clit, roughly, and she moaned in ecstasy as he placed two fingers back inside her, curling them in and pumping furiously. He growled in her ear, and she moaned louder, grinding her hips into him, her clit enjoying the feel of his cock against it, faster and faster until she could feel herself close to climax again.

He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, sending the nerves around it and nerves at her heat into overdrive, and she heard him growl, “cum for me, darlin’” and that was it, she was gone, every part of her that begged for release was set into a spasm that she couldn’t control, and her hands pulled at his hair and she moaned his name ravenously.

“My turn, missy,” AJ panted, and Valeria nodded viciously. Without another word, she grabbed his cock, eyes widening as she took his entire length into her mouth. She heard AJ knocking foam away from them, wanting to watch her plump, rosy lips suck on his cock. His hands appeared at the back of her head, taking all her beautiful, shiny brown hair into them, pulling just enough to turn her on. His groans earned a smirk from her, making her pop his cock out of her mouth and receive a long, passionate kiss.

“I want you inside me, papi,” she whispered in his ear, which switched AJ into a whole ‘nother gear. Quick as lightning, he had her flipped over on her back, her hands grasping for the wall netting to keep her propped up. He molded himself to her body, grinding his cock into her ass, his chest touching her back, his face next to hers at the crook of her shoulder, one hand roaming below her torso and the other up to her breasts.

“Is that the way you like it, missy?” He growled into her ear, twisting at her nipple while the other hand fingered her clit again, wanting her to cum for him again.

“Yes, papi,” she panted, breathless, and AJ’s eyes flickered with fire at the word. He squeezed her other breast, continuing to rub circles around her clit, and she moaned his name again. Angry, he spanked her, not too hard and not too lightly, and she yelped.

“Not AJ. What you called me just before that. Don’t make me ask you again.”

“Oh, papi!” she cried out, and he placed his cock at her entrance, and it slid right in, slicked from her saliva and other juices.

“Yeah? You like that, darlin?” He spanked her again, grinding into her, and she could hardly breathe as he hit all the right spots inside her. He replaced the hand at her clit with one of her own, pulling back on her soft hair, biting at her neck, and twisting a nipple in between his fingers. He began to moan when she climaxed for the second time, her walls tightening around his cock, and he pumped into her a bit more roughly. As he rode out her orgasm, AJ’s hips stuttered and his seed spilled inside her.

His eyes were seeing stars once he pulled himself out, and he staggered a bit, tripping over a ball and falling back into the sea of foam, but not before he grabbed Valeria’s arms and pulled her in with him.

“Ay, mierda,” she croaked, her voice half gone from the erotic moaning that no one but AJ had heard tonight. His hands pulled her into a tight embrace, and she warmed up to him, annoyed by the uncomfortable place they were in but enjoying the fire that resonated from AJ nonetheless. “I don’t know how we managed to do any of what we just did. This ball pit sucks.”

AJ nuzzled her nose, and she giggled. “I’ll make sure to ask Lee for a different room next time. But the real question is,” he said, his face turning all serious, “is where the hell did our clothes go?”

Valeria gasped, eyes wide with mock horror. “Oh, no…I guess we’ll just have to live here forever.”

AJ snorted. “Hell, no. Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said, pulling her up and leading her out.

“But, papi,” Valeria teased, “I can’t go out there all indecent like this.” AJ stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to face her. His eyes were dark again, and they studied her own playful ones.

“You just love to get me all turned on, don’t you, missy?”

She bit her bottom lip, and that was all it took.

Last Note: If you made it this far congratulations and thank you from the bottom of my heart. The DDR thing was fucking weird, I know, but I felt the need to write it. It made sense to me, and considering the fact that just two days ago, after I had already finished writing the fic, I found this gifset of Kenny Omega, I was like, “oh my god well at least one wrestler has proven this a thing thank the lord”. Anyway thank you again for reading and let me know what you think??? :)

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