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imagines-mha · 4 years

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League of villains and the type of s/o they need

Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Toga, Spinner, Compress, Kurogiri

➟ Did someone say patient??

➟ Before you guys date, be prepared for a LONG, SLOW, AGONISING wait

➟ He’ll push you away 93817 times before even letting you know his favourite colour smh

➟ You'll have to be thick-skinned. He has a tendency of saying things he doesn’t mean to test your ability to put up with him

➟ It wouldn’t be surprising if he tried his best to turn you off him cus he doesn’t believe he deserves ur love :(

➟ Affection is key, but in small doses

➟ When you’re alone and he’s being vulnerable- don’t treat him like he’s weird. Don’t even point it out, just let it happen and he’ll love you forever cus it takes a LOT for him to put down his guard

➟ Run your fingers through his hair, lace your pinky with his- cliché little reminders of your love. Remember how utterly touch-starved he is- the tiniest touches mean everything

➟ Having a motherly nature would be helpful. He forgets to shower, eat, drink water, function, and he’ll really appreciate your gentle reminders as opposed to kurogiri’s nagging ones

➟ Also- he’s a tantrum child with both mommy and daddy issues. You’re gonna need to be there for him when he gets out of hand

➟ Someone like his mother would be ideal for him: soft, understanding, gentle, caring

➢ Yeah ur gonna have to be able to throw a few punches when the time comes

➢ He’s gonna run ur ass deep into the ground with his hard-hitting comments and straight-up insults. And he’ll probably pick a fight with you just to see how your body moves 🙄

➢ He doesn’t rlly mean what he says. He just finds it hot when you get mad

➢ If you’re good at arguing then dam 😳😳 he’s gonna be SHOOK

➢ You gotta like to tease, and like to be teased. He’ll pull your hair while he walks past you, you’ll shove him into the door when he’s not on guard. Simple things, yaknow?

➢ Enemies to lovers; slow burn; 500k

➢ He’s a secret glutton for your touch tho. Has no issue with grabbing your ass in public or dragging you into his room to fuck you whenever he wants. Be spontaneous 🧚🏻‍♀️✨

➢ POSSESSIVE DOE 😳

➢ If he sees you being too friendly with one of the members the league, then good luck bro cus his punishments HURT LIKE A BITCH

➢ Remind him he’s the only one you want- the only one you have eyes for. Then he’ll be satisfied

➟ please give him your heart. All of it.

➟ He’ll nourish it and water it and care for it like he’s never done with anything else before

➟ Boy has got so much love to give and he wants to give it ALL to you

➟ Someone spontaneous would suit him well. He’s excitable, and operates on a lot of last minute decisions. If you’re regulated with schedules and times, he’s not the guy for you

➟ You gotta be versatile. Able to take high ass doses of energy one second and snarky comments the next

➟ Also thick-skinned. If he splits and calls you a bitch, he doesn’t mean it. It hurts but you gotta understand it- plus he’ll make up for it with thousands of apologies afterwards

➟ Someone who can take a LOT of affection and PDA. If he’s in the same room as you, you can bet your ass he’s gonna be HOLLERING about how much he loves you. His hands will NEVER stop touching you when you’re together in public

➟ He’s so soft. Listen to him bro. Like hear his struggles and trace your fingers over his scars and tell him all he means to you

➟ He’s a baby when it comes to comfort man he just wants someone to hold him

➢ Oh my god DUDE you have got to have SO MUCH SKILL

➢ She’s a problem child at best. If you ain’t gonna at least guide her in the direction of right and wrong, you and your family might end up dead

➢ Just a reminder of her love

➢ Sometimes you gotta talk to her like she’s a child to make her understand. Her moral compass was blown to bits years ago- she’s gonna need someone firm

➢ But also someone who can handle her extent

➢ She’s very forward- and she’ll probably try to take your blood more than you’d probably want her to

➢ But once you tame her, she’s a cutie

➢ Talks a lot calmer with you- and seems a hell of a lot more human than before

➢ She’s really good at listening to you, and even better at taking you into her arms and treating you like you’re the most important thing in the entire world

➢ because to her, u are 🥺

➢ When she chills out, falling in love with her is as easy as pie

➟ Someone NON JUDGEMENTAL.

➟ He genuinely doesn't believe he deserves love. Like ik it’s emo but he’s been thru some shit and he thinks he’s gonna die alone

➟ u gonna need to prove him wrong

➟ Any kind of affection makes him red in the face and dizzy. With that in mind, give him all the affection you have

➟ You gotta be clean too cus his room is a MESS and he’s gonna need the reminders and help fixing it up

➟ Same interests would be nice, or at least have an understanding for gaming and why he loves it sm

➟ If you’re a girl who plays grand theft auto tho,,, he’s 😳 simping respectfully

➟ But fr you gotta treat this man like he’s the cutest guy in the world. He’s flustered as fuck, but he has SO much love in him

➟ You gotta have some level of maturity. He has no time for lackadaisy, over-bubbly girls who are never sad

➟ Show him your depth and then he’ll knock down his walls

➢ Can you handle a tease??

➢ God i fuckin hope you can cus this man is RELENTLESS

➢ You gotta have some level of class like let’s not lie

➢ If you’re well-versed in poetry, got that dark academia aesthetic goin on, read a lot- he’ll FALL SO HARD

➢ he just wants that live-mysteriously-in-the-woods-with-my-lady aesthetic

➢ Act surprised and impressed when he graces you with his magic tricks. He’ll want to show you first, since your acceptance is his top priority so u better act like one direction has reunited to give you a personal bedroom concert u hear me x

➢ You gotta be a romantic. Man’s gonna perform the most GRANDIOSE expressions of love

➢ Kissing your knuckles, dipping you into his arms, bridal style carrying you everywhere, cheesy old-fashioned pet names???? Atsuhiro has GOT it

➢ And he loves to hear it all back

➢ He’s a dad, too. And he wants a girl who is motherly. It may sound traditional, but if you know how to cook and clean etc like a housewife, he’ll be swooning

➟ Oh my god you have got to be delicate. And you have to be okay with being babied

➟ He’s a quiet man with a hell of a lot of strength. He does manage the entire league of problematic kids after all

➟ If you’re mature like he is with a romantic side, he’ll be drawn to you so fast like SNAP. U got his whispy heart beating

➟ But also- be a little carefree yakno like he loves to relax as much as the next genetically modified ex-hero-in-training rip shirakumo

➟ Loves the type of girl who’s unafraid to be truly romantic. Slowdance with him in the bar at 3am and he’ll believe his entire life is worth living

➟ Also pls support him when he cracks his dad jokes 😭 ik theyre terrible but he needs the love smh 😔

➟ He’ll ask if you want to go mountain climbing and oh my god SAY YES HE’LL MELT

➟ If you’re good at tending to the league (whether it’s by being a good listener or patching them up after fights) he’ll be more attracted to you. The league are his greatest treasures, and you being friendly with them will only make his love for you grow

#my hero academia #bnha #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #dabi mha #twice mha #jin bubaigawara #toga himiko #mr compress #kurogiri #spinner mha #shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #toga x reader #headcanons

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crystaljins · 6 years

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By its cover | 06

Characters: Hoseok x Reader

Word count: 5.8 k

Synopsis: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. You’re in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au

Notes: This is another of those parts that I was really looking forward to writing. Actually a lot of revamping happened to the fic during the writing of this part- parts got smushed together or deleted or rewritten. The pacing is probably quite fast in this part as a result- I think it’s like three different parts combined into one. I still like it. I didn’t want this fic to be too long, yaknow?

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Part 6: Realisations

You awaken the next morning to find a rather distressing email from your least favourite lecturer had been sent out the afternoon before. It is a reminder for an upcoming practical exam, in a measly 2 days time. It’s a barrier exam- those who do not pass will not proceed with the course. You feel anxiety claw your heart the more you read- one-on-one assessment of a set of magic skills that almost seemed designed to make life difficult for you as a witch. You know your lecturer has been gunning for you to be kicked out since you first registered and he realised he would be teaching a witch for an entire semester. You know without a doubt he’s going to use this exam to his advantage and that knowledge and reminder of your impending doom essentially ruins your morning. You had been looking forward to a lazy morning with Hoseok and Jimin. It is a Saturday and since you had been oddly tired as of late, you had been hoping for a sleep-in and then a lazy day lounging around the house. You think that maybe the stress of the past week and attempting to conceal all the bullying from Hoseok is the cause of your constant exhaustion and you’d been hoping the weekend would be a good chance to recharge. You know Hoseok wants to go to some party in the evening and Jimin has an all-day dancing workshop so you had intended to make the most of your day in. No doubt you would feel the drain from being at the party like you have every other time you’ve left your house and so the morning off was to be your sanctuary, your time for some rest and recovery. But now, anxiety twists your gut and claws at your heart. Your day has been ruined and there is no fixing it.

You are distracted as you prepare breakfast for your house’s occupants. Hoseok approaches with a yawn and begins slicing fruit. Since Jimin will not wake up until you go and knock on your door, it is just the two of you. It feels oddly domestic, standing beside him in the kitchen. He hums a soft melody and bumps his hips playfully against yours as the two of you move about the kitchen. It warms your heart but nothing can soothe the angry bees swarming in your stomach. You blame your distraction for the way you scream as loudly as you do when something brushes your ankle.

Gazing down with your hand clasped to your chest, you are expecting a bug but instead it’s some sort of thick... cord. Barbed at the end. You follow its course to see it’s attached to Hoseok. It’s a tail- he has a tail and currently it’s wrapped around your ankle. At your surprise, Hoseok grins and his teeth are suddenly more pointy. You hadn’t really looked properly at him before now and so the little stubby horns poke just past his messy mop of hair on either side of his head had escaped your notice.

“Hoseok, what...” you begin, and his grin widens.

“Normally I drink a potion every morning to conceal these.” He waves his tail at you to punctuate his point. “But since it’s just us today, I didn’t drink the potion. It has all sorts of nasty side effects- I get phantom pains and nausea and honestly I get the worst headache at the end of the day. So today’s my day off from all that!” He declares joyfully. But then his expression darkens just a fraction. “Unless... my appearance bothers you?”

You have regained your breath by the time he finishes explaining but to your dismay he interprets the way you have gone pale as disgust at his natural features.

“Should… should I have taken the potion?” He asks, hesitantly. “I thought maybe you seemed off this morning, but I didn’t think-“

“They’re cute.” You blurt quickly. Hoseok flushes and so do you. That was so not what you intended to say. Still, you’ve already blurted it out, so you might as well follow it through. “Your horns. They’re cute. Kind of like how a pixie’s ears are cute.”

Hoseok stares at you disbelievingly and to your surprise his face nearly turns purple. He quickly looks away with a flush and you see that he’s trying to conceal a smile. It makes you smile- you didn’t think it was possible to fluster Hoseok and yet who you are. Hoseok seems to remember that you’d been a little off in the lull in conversation though.

“So then what’s bothering you?” He asks, looking up at you. He’s genuinely confused, and it is your turn to hide your face. You turn your attention to where you were beating the eggs into an omelette for Jimin.

“I just have a prac exam coming up that I’m a little stressed for.” You say, hoping your tone sounds dismissive and uncaring rather than awash with the nerves you feel. Hoseok’s expression softens, and he leans forward. He takes the bowl you had been aggressively whipping at from your hands and sets it on the counter away from you. He then steps and slides his hands onto your shoulders. He’s hugging you but in awkward stages as if he’s testing for a reaction- first he tugs you towards him and when you do not resists he slides his arms so that they are wrapped securely against you and then finally he tilts his head so that his chin rests comfortably atop the crown of your head.

“It’s that lecturer, isn’t it?” He asks, and you feel the vibration of his question against you. You aren’t sure why but the warmth and security of his embrace drains all the tension from you. You find yourself falling limply into his hug. You let your face rest against the centre of his chest and you can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath you. You had thought your entire day was ruined with the knowledge of the impending exam before you but somehow Hoseok’s warmth chases that all away into the deep recesses of your mind. All you can focus on is the soft, clean scent of your laundry detergent and the underlying scent of his skin beneath that. He smells sharp but sweet and you inhale deeply, feeling like the scent reaches to the base of your ribs.

“Yeah.” You admit in an exhale. You shift slightly, pulling away and as you do your eyes meet his.

You aren’t sure what it is, but something passes between the two of you, like a charged electric current. You had been absolutely exhausted as of late but suddenly every part of you feels awake. You blink up at Hoseok and feel your breath catch in your throat. You aren’t sure what triggers the feeling but just his proximity and his warmth and the look in his eyes is overwhelming. Something magnetises your gaze towards his mouth. His lips are slightly parted- you can feel each breath that escapes through them and your heart starts to beat a little faster. Hoseok seems to feel it too and is perhaps uncomfortable with it because he abruptly pulls away and clears his throat awkwardly. You both turn your attention to making breakfast once more in an attempt to cover up the sudden tension that hovers in the air between you.

“You’re gonna nail it.” Hoseok finally says, breaking the silence. His voice drifts over to you over the sizzle of the omelettes on the pan and you glance over your shoulder to find him watching you. He’s abandoned cutting the oranges and just leans against the counter casually with a half-smile on his face. “You’re gonna be the best healer there ever was, I can feel it in my bones.”

Hoseok’s encouragement leaves you feelings renewed enough that after breakfast you retire to your room to practice the complex spells rather than watch Jimin and Hoseok bicker over whatever FPS game Jimin is obsessed with as of late. You are hoping to get at least an hour of practice in before you have to take Jimin to his dance workshop.

Hoseok’s encouragement was perhaps misplaced, however. To your immense frustration, your magic store seems to have depleted immensely. You don’t know what’s caused it, and you don’t notice it at first. As a witch, it takes a lot of magic usage to tire you out- it is part of why your lecturer is so jealous and spiteful towards you. But two healing spells in and you find you are panting with exertion- sweat beads at your temple and drips down your neck. It’s worrying. Perhaps because you’ve been so tired lately, your magic store has depleted too? Or perhaps you are ill- apparently there are viruses that attack a creature’s magic store and deplete it like a parasite. But those illness are rare and only a misuse of magic can result in coming into contact with such pathogens. A simple flu or cold could explain it but something tells you it’s more than that.

Still, you barrel ahead, continuing to stubbornly practice, ignoring the way each spell slowly becomes agony like you are trying to lick honey from the bottom of a jar and your tongue is not long enough to reach. At some point, you sit down on your bed, promising yourself a minor reprieve before trying once more. You must fall asleep because the next thing you know, you snap awake in your car.

Beside you, Hoseok is driving. Disorientated, you sit up abruptly, and Hoseok starts, nearly veering off the road in surprise.

“You scared me!” He cries. The car jerks forward in a sudden stop. You look around.

“I scared you?” You ask, near hysterical. He frowns and nods. It then occurs to him why you are so distressed.

“You were sleeping.” He says suddenly. “But Jimin had to get to that dance workshop and I didn’t want to wake you because you’ve seemed so tired lately so I just thought that I’d…”

He trails away and you understand where you are- you’re outside Jimin’s dance studio and Hoseok had just been about to pull away from the kerb. Touched, but still a little disorientated and afraid, you realise Hoseok must have just carried you into the car rather than wake you. It is concerning that you had fallen into a deep enough sleep that such a journey didn’t wake you after a few measly spells that on a normal day would be as strenuous as a light nap for you.

“I have been a little tired, lately.” You admit, and the statement is punctuated with a yawn. Hoseok glances at you, fidgeting with the brim of the hat he uses to conceal his horns from any nosy person who might choose to peer into your car.

“Maybe you’re getting sick? You’ve had a really rough week, though, so it’s no wonder.” He suggests sadly. “Let’s give that party a miss, if you’re feeling tired, hey? We can spend the night in and watch a movie or something.”

You nod your agreement, but the entire car ride home you are distracted. You have been more tired than usual, and while previously you wrote it off as stress from bullying, it has been going on for a lot longer than that. Probably since…. Probably since the soul-binding happened. The realisation dawns on you slowly, and with horror you count back the dates mentally and you realise that it matches up. You’ve been tired since summoning Hoseok. You just hadn’t noticed because you’d been so busy with class and you’d been dealing with Hoseok and assumed you were emotionally exhausted. But then when things had gotten better with Hoseok you had written off your exhaustion as spending more time out of the house then usual. You hadn’t really had an excuse to use your magic much since most of your prac classes this semester did not involve strenuous spells… Why is a soul-binding leaving you so tired all the time?

“A penny for your thoughts?” Hoseok asks as he pulls off the highway into your neighbourhood. His tail waves back and forth thoughtfully. You panic, for a moment- Hoseok would be devastated if he thought the soul-binding was affecting you negatively. You resolve to contact your father secretly about your concerns when Hoseok isn’t thereto overhear.

“Just worried about that exam.” You lie quickly. Hoseok frowns.

“I see. Maybe I could help, somehow?” He suggests, his eyebrows wrinkling together as he contemplates how he could aid you. You find yourself smiling despite the distress of your realisation.

“You can help me by being you.” You say genuinely. Hoseok laughs in surprise.

“Do explain.” He urges. You shrug and lean contemplatively back into your seat.

“Just that I’ll probably feel much better after a night in with you.” You tell him dismissively. Since the moment that Hoseok decided not to hate you any longer, you’ve been constantly open about how much you enjoy his company, and normally he smiles and indulges you, but to your surprise he just gives you a long, unreadable stare as he pulls into your driveway.

“Hey…” He says suddenly, as you both get out of the car and walk towards your front door. You look at him a little sleepily, and he glances away. “About this morning…”

You look at him, confused, and he looks away.

“It’s nothing.” He finally says with a sigh. “What movie do you want to watch?”

You let Hoseok pick the movie in the end- you are too tired to sort through the many options you have. He picks some sappy romcom, probably because he thinks you’ll like it rather than any desire to watch it yourself. And on a normal day, you would but you find yourself so exhausted that you begin to nod off not even halfway through the movie. By the time the credits roll, you are out cold.

You rouse slowly, the sound of a love ballad playing softly in the background. You flush as you realise the position you are in- you have a crick in your neck and your back aches from being hunched over and it is because you are so securely wrapped around him. He must have found the movie boring too, because he too is asleep. His head lolls against yours and you feel each puff of breath from his light snores stirring the loose hairs of your forehead. One of his arms is thrown around your shoulders, so that you are tucked comfortably into his body. His tail is wrapped snugly around your waist and from this angle you can’t see the tiny little horns he has.

For a second, you are so warm and comfortable and sleepy that you consider tucking your head into his chest and allowing yourself to doze off once more. But then your common sense kicks in, and you know that Jimin could come home at any moment. It would not look good if his older sister were cuddling a demon who only recently broke up with his longterm girlfriend on the couch. So reluctantly, you begin the reluctant process of untangling yourself from Hoseok. It is difficult, as tired as you are, to move without waking Hoseok. Luckily, while he is curled tightly around you to the point you think he must have been using you as a personal teddy bear, he is also a deep sleeper, and you manage to free yourself with only the slightest disturbance to him. Once you are free, he murmurs softly and rolls so that he is sleeping more comfortably on the couch.

You get to your feet to find Jimin at the door, glaring at you. You both have a stare off for a few moments, and it is Jimin who breaks the silence.

“Can you, like, keep that sort of PDA out of common living areas?” He whispers furiously, gesturing to where Hoseok naps on the couch. You glare back.

“It wasn’t PDA!” You protest back, also in a whisper. Jimin rolls his eyes and folds his arms across his chest.

“Do you even know what PDA means? You were cuddling, on the couch, in a public space. That is the literal definition of PDA!” He abandons the whispering act and says these words aloud but when Hoseok starts to stir, he drops back to a whisper. “Wait… does this mean you like him?” He asks suddenly, like he has just had a very horrible revelation.

To your surprise, the answer does not come immediately and easily like you expect it to. Instead, your face flushes hot, and you feel a burning sensation flush through your whole body without consent.

“W-what?” You ask, completely thrown by this line of questioning. To your horror, you find your mouth is still unwilling to cooperate and hasn’t just answered the simple ‘no’ that Jimin’s question requires. Jimin leans forward, examining your face.

“You heard me. Do you like him?” He jerks his thumb at Hoseok for emphasis. You follow his gaze to where Hoseok is still peacefully sleeping. You are still unable to answer, for some reason. You feel like your tongue is tangled but you also know it shouldn’t be this hard to answer. You feel a sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach- it really shouldn’t be this hard to answer.

“It’s not that hard a question.” Jimin voices your concerns aloud. “Yes or no. Do you want to date him? I personally wouldn’t mind if you did, he’s not that ba-“

“I do.” You say suddenly, and the realisation hits you like a rock the same instance the words slip involuntarily from your lips. You feel like a meteor filled with horror, anxiety but also giddy butterflies has just slammed into the side of your head and your eyes nearly water with the force of it. You like Hoseok. You like him a lot. You like his silly sense of humour, his warmth, his kindness. You like the way he smiles and the way he laughs and you like how he can be surprisingly sassy at times. You just like him. Too much for the short duration of time you’ve been spent together. Too much, considering the history the two of you share.

Jimin’s jaw drops, and he points at you accusingly. He gasps dramatically and you glare back.

“I knew it!” He declares wildly. “Well, I guess you have to thank me, Noona, because thanks to that whole dare thing you got a boyfriend out of it. Make sure at your wedding you credit me and the dare you said was so stupid-“

He cuts his sentence short when he realises the menacing way you advance towards him.

“Noona,” He says slowly, hesitantly, his hands up to show he means no harm. “L-let’s not be too hasty- put down the spellbook, Noona-“

Hoseok awakens suddenly and is instantly disappointed to find that he is cold. Not because the temperature in the room is too low. He is a demon and he does not get cold very easily, and someone had thoughtfully tucked a blanket over him at some point (it was probably you because Jimin, at the height of his mischievous teenage years, would be more likely to draw on Hoseok’s face or dip his fingers in warm water so that he would wet himself). No, he is disappointed because the cold he feels means that you are no longer curled tightly into his side. He knows he fell asleep with your body resting against his and your head tucked into the crook of his neck. He distinctly remembers the sensation of your soft breaths and the steady, even beat of your heart being enough to lull him into a sweet slumber. So while he cannot quite pin the exact reason why, the fact that you weren’t in the same position when he woke is disappointing. He knows he should be concerned that he is feeling this way so soon after his recent breakup, particularly after the incident this morning where he had definitely almost kissed you. He should feel remorse at how comfortable he had been curled up against you but it is easier to just shove those thoughts aside and not think too deeply about them. The day your dad gets back (hopefully with a way to break the soul-binding) draws near and it’s scary to think what will happen once you are no longer confined to a 20 metre radius of him. Will you avoid him, throw him aside? Will you continue to be friends? He shakes the frightening thoughts off and pretends he hasn’t been having them, like he’s been doing for the past month.

He hears the sound of a ruckus upstairs but is unconcerned with it- it is probably you and Jimin fighting. The two of you bicker like nobody’s business and if he wasn’t aware of the fact that every night you stay up late to make a yummy lunch for him or the way Jimin will carefully cover you with a blanket if you fall asleep on the couch like you are prone to doing, he may have thought you hated each other. The thought makes Hoseok smile, and he sits up with a satisfying stretch that cracks all the joints in his body.

He hears a buzz from his phone. He had left it carelessly on the coffee table when the movie began, and he shifts out from underneath the blankets to look at the screen. It is lit up with a notification.

He feels like everything in him freezes- like all the warmth and colour has suddenly been sapped from his being. Demons, with their close affinity with chaos and fire, rarely feel cold but Hoseok feels like he’s just plunged into a bath of ice water. Because the sender of the text that glares mockingly up at him is none other than his ex-girlfriend.

He hasn’t had the heart to change the contact info for her on his phone. Perhaps a part of him is still holding out that things will go back to what they are. Either way, the words My love <3 imprint on his eyes and he squeezes his eyes shut. It takes him a second to gather the courage to unlock his phone and read the contents of her text.

She wants to meet. In person. Hoseok wants no such thing- particularly not after the stunts her supposed friends have pulled with you this coming week. He doesn’t think Yeri would have put them up to it, particularly since she seemed rather intent on just forgetting that the whole year-long relationship never happened, but he still can’t help but think slightly less of her for keeping the kind of company that thinks it is acceptable to bully you. Still, he can’t bring himself to just ignore her text, and so reluctantly he texts her your address. He doesn’t want you to know about this meeting, for some reason, and he can comfortably get to the front lawn while you are inside without the barrier restricting his movement. So he tells Yeri to come meet him later in the night when you and Jimin would probably both be asleep. That gives him the rest of the night to stew in discomfort and despair, to lament over the fractured relationship and wish that he could return to napping with you wrapped comfortably in his arms.

He debates taking a glamour potion, to conceal his horns and tail for Yeri’s comfort, but he feels oddly spiteful. He can’t help but recall that you had gone so far as to call his horns cute, and a morbid, masochistic part of him wants to see how Yeri would react to his true form. He waits until the ruckus upstairs has ceased and it sounds like you and Jimin have settled in for the night before he creeps to the front door. It creaks as it opens but he doubts the sound it loud enough to disturb either of you.

On your balcony, the family cat glares at him with one eye, as if it knows what he’s doing is stupid. In an attempt to win its love and approval, he creeps over it to gently pat it. The soft rumble of a purr begins to reverberate beneath his hand and it calms him to the point he almost feels prepared as the headlights of Yeri’s car brighten your front yard.

She gets out of the car and she is as heartachingly beautiful as he remembers. She strides gracefully over to him, looking disdainfully around her surroundings, before her gaze lands on him. Her face goes soft, sad, and in a moment of weakness, Hoseok almost drops to his knees and begs for her to take him back. Then her expression changes into one of disgust as she sees the tail and horns he had not bothered to conceal and the reminder of what went wrong between them is like she is digging a scalpel into his exposed and sensitive heart.

Yeri is hesitant as she comes to stand beside Hoseok on the porch. She goes to pet the cat, and it regards her lazily as she scratches behind one ear. It then rolls onto its back, exposing its stomach to her- a pose Hoseok recently learnt was a death trap. She goes to scratch its tummy, and he grabs her wrist.

“He’ll bite you.” Hoseok explain, refusing to look at her and hoping she doesn’t notice the way the tips of his ears flush red at the feeling of her wrist beneath her fingers. She nods awkwardly, and withdraws her hand.

“Hoseok.” She says softly. His heart used to billow with a sort of euphoria whenever she called his name, but now the sound of her voice just incites a deep, sad ache at the base of his chest.

“Why are you here?” He asks, almost bitterly. He occupies the nervous energy he feels in his fingers by tapping a rhythm into his thighs.

“I… I wanted to see you.” She confesses, and he wishes so dearly that her words didn’t affect him but they do. Because he’s missed her and he wanted to see her too.

“You could have.” He points out. She glances down, ashamed, and nods.

“I know. I was just… I was shocked, was all. I was seriously…” Her voice cracks. “I was really thinking that you were the one and then it turned out you had been lying to me for a whole year.”

“I never lied.” Hoseok protests. “You never asked me what species I was!”

“Not saying anything is the same as lying because you know I wouldn’t have dated you if I’d known what you are!” She argues back, and Hoseok snaps his jaw shut. He feels like she’s slapped him.

“So what?” He demands, hoping the hurt he is feeling doesn’t come through in his tone. “You know now and you ended things. Are you here to rub it in? Or perhaps to tell me about whoever that guy was I saw you with at Namjoon’s party?”

Her eyes go wide and she glances away guiltily.

“You saw that?” She asks softly.

“Yes.” He answers coldly. “Now tell me. Why are you here?”

“I… I want you back.” She softly admits. “That other guy doesn’t matter- I was just trying to distract myself, but all I could think about was how he wasn’t you Hoseok.”

Hoseok almost laughs in bitterness- why does she have to say these words now? Close to a full month later? When it is too little, too late? If she was going to change her mind, couldn’t she have done it before he endured a month of trying to recover from a brokenheart. She takes Hoseok’s silence as permission for her to continue.

“I love you enough, to forget what you are.” She says, and her words are almost sweet. “As long as you keep hiding it, we can be happy together! I’ll take you back, alright?”

It’s funny. A few weeks ago, those were the only words Hoseok wanted to hear. He already intended to spend the rest of his life hiding who he really was, so if she was willing to love him despite his demon heritage, then didn’t that make her a selfless, caring, kind girlfriend? Wasn’t that testament to just how much she loved him, if she were to overlook the fact that he was one of the most reviled species in the world just because she wanted to be with him?

But it’s not enough, Hoseok realises. A month ago, it would have been. It would have been enough that she would love him in spite of what he was. But suddenly, he doesn’t want that. Doesn’t want her. Doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life knowing that the love of his life is disgusted by who he is and is overlooking a massive part of who he is just to be with him. That’s not love… that’s selective blindness. It’s tolerating each other at best. How could he be with someone who doesn’t want all of him?

He knows what’s triggered the change in his attitude, too. He realises it with disturbing clarity- it’s you. You are the reason he’s not satisfied with going back to Yeri while she closes her eyes and pretends not to know what he is. Because he knows what it feels like, now, to have someone accept him for what he is. He knows what it feels like to spend a day free from the side effects of the glamour potion and not feel ashamed or guilty for not taking them. He knows what it feels like to not live in constant fear that you will learn the truth and throw him away in disgust. Most people wouldn’t have put up with him. They would have outed him. They would have resorted to dangerous techniques that could have hurt him to try and break the soul-binding. They wouldn’t have welcomed him into their home, they wouldn’t have agreed to help him keep his secret. They wouldn’t have bent over backwards to protect him, to keep his feelings safe, once they learned he was a demon. And he has so many people in his life who are willing to sacrifice so much for him, but most of them would not even give him the time of day if they knew his true identity. But you would and you have and you continue to do so. So he can’t go back to Yeri, because he’s tasted what true acceptance feels like and he doesn’t want to go back into hiding, to hiding himself behind a mask. And she’s not what he wants anymore. What he wants, he realises with fear and elation, is you. To go back to that moment earlier in the day, when you had been sleeping against him, completely unguarded despite the fact that his tail, a feature that most people think is disgusting and horrifying, was wrapped tightly around you. He wants you, and the warm, happy days spent in your company, he wants you and the afternoons where the house is noisy as you and Jimin bicker, he wants you when you smile when he spends time with you because you secretly love that he enjoys your company somuch. It’s only been a month, such a short amount of time and yet you have become such an integral and vital part of his life so quickly that it scares him.

“I think you should go.” He finally says, his voice soft but final. Yeri’s eyes go wide with shock.

“What?” She asks, disbelievingly. Perhaps she hadn’t thought that Hoseok would refuse. And why would she? She’s beautiful and popular and kind and she’s offering to stay with him even while knowing he’s a demon. What other kind of person would do that?

But it’s not enough.

“I think you should go.” He repeats himself. “I’m sorry, but that’s not enough.”

“What’s not enough?” She demands, tears pooling in her eyes. “Hoseok, I love you. How is that not enough?”

“I… I don’t want to spend the rest of my life hiding.” Hoseok admits, his voice raspy. “I loved you too… and a month ago I would have taken you back. But I don’t want to be with someone who can’t love all of me. I don’t want to be with someone who is just going to pretend the parts of me they don’t like aren’t there.”

“And you think you’ll find someone who will?” She asks, shrilly. The words hurt, but Hoseok does not lose his temper because he knows it’s just cause Yeri is upset. He’s hurt her and perhaps in the morning she will regret her harsh words, but he still won’t back down. Yeri looks around like she’s registering where she is for the first time. “This is that girl’s house, isn’t it? The one that Jihye and Bonghee say you’ve been hanging around? Is this because of her?”

“Don’t talk about her.” Hoseok says, and for a moment he is so furious his eyes unintentionally flash red. Yeri’s eyes go wide.

“Hoseok,” She says slowly. Hoseok inhales deeply, summoning control and patience from deep within him.

“It isn’t because of her, Yeri.” Hoseok says. “We just… we want different things, you and I. We grew apart and I think… even though we loved each other, we need to know when it’s time to say goodbye. And that’s now. So goodbye, Yeri.”

Without his consent, a tear slips down his cheek- he’s cried so much, because of her, but he has a feeling this will be the last tear shed because of Yeri. Yeri, too, seems to recognise that she’s done, because she nods her head, though tears dribble down her cheek.

“Right.” She says, her voice choked. “Ok, then. I’ll just… I’ll just be going then.”

And then he is alone on the balcony, and suddenly exhausted from all the revelations and the conversation he’s just had, he steps towards your front door, ready to sleep.

The light is on inside, and Jimin glances over at Hoseok from where he’s been playing some late night video game on the main television without your knowledge. Jimin stares wide-eyed, and Hoseok stares back.

An silent agreement passes between the two of them, not to speak of this encounter, but it is interrupted by Hoseok’s phone going off. Confused, he looks at the contact icon.

It’s your father. Your father is calling him.

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