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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 3 months

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Piggy backing off of the idea that Yves may of been born rich. That ask about his favorite foods also gives a new perspective to this idea as well.

Like we know that him trying the caviar wasn’t about the caviar itself but more so what it represents. Like the idea that he’s finally sitting (figuratively) at the same table as the people who were abusing him and consuming the same things they do. There’s a chance that he never even have such things even in his early childhood.

Like perhaps his parent(s) never allowed him to consume luxurious things despite the wealth or kept it away from him as punishment. Like he was constantly around it, but was never allowed to consume it. But was still forced to confirm to higher echelon etiquette because “you will not embarrass me”. That in itself would be a major mindfuck.

Perhaps he was literally locked away from guests for being “different” and mostly observed how his family and other blue bloods interacted with each other (this could possibly also be an origin point for his obsessively keen observance and mental documentation skills) and was only let out once in a while to not raise suspicion before eventually being thrown out or sent to a conversion camp which sent him on his initial spiral downward.

Those r just my ideas and thoughts though. What do u fink

U have such delicious thougts n ideas and i fink u r sexy for it

Yes that is true, Yves wouldn't care to let his kids try new foods, he would just feed them things that has all the nutrients to survive, but probably not the flavour to keep their sanity intact

Like id love to imagine Yves as this toxic almond mom whos ONLY that way to his kids, he doesnt have to be outwardly like mean about it but his aura that he emanates is disapproving when his kids eat something other than boiled chicken breast, rice and broccoli(and they dont wanna get into the deprivation sensory chamber again) like rmemever this guy counts calories like a cheapskate with money and went thru a fuckton of eating disorders

And he got them from his parents, so definitely he wasnt allowed to eat them fuckin caviars n scallops but he was allowed to ogle at them

But ykno i described yves as being super dumb a lot when he was young, so it naturally comes with the intense meekness and he was definitely a massive doormat due to his parents abuse

Holy shit anon u do raise a good point, his view on children is exactly like how his parents see offsprings, a tool to better their reputation at best, a parasite that needs extermination at worst. So if he doesn't act right into the duster closet he goes, but mostly he is quiet and obedient, blending well into the bluebloods.

However though, when he starts experimenting and liking more feminine things, getting caught happily twirling around in his mother's dress and playing with her expensive makeup... they go apeshit, berating him and beating the life out of him

Then just sent him to a horrific conversion camp, but i was thinking of like he didnt esxape from his family from there, like he was shipped back to his parents all traumatized then continued a couple more years acting hetero before being booted out to the curb

Still not sure how i wanna establish his entire lore tho, like i had an idea of reincarnation n shit for the main reason as to why he loved you so unconditionally, but that like doesnt fit the frame of storytelling that i want yet, im gonna focus on the present yves and keep his past a mystery for now

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #oc yves #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader

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oncforallxbroccoli-archived · 4 years

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Unprompted Ask || Always Accepting

Anonymous said: "Mrrow? Mer-ow! Mmm-row?" There's a very loud kitty screaming at his dorm door, demanding to be let in. He even sticks a paw underneath the door, swiping to be let in.

Hearing the meowing, the green-haired boy immediately looked over at toward the door to see the paw swipe underneath. “Umm..huh?” getting up from his desk he approaches the door, and opens it, seeing the kitty on the other side. “Wh.. where did you come from?” He questions, bending down and holding his hand out to the cat.

#{ kitty anon; }#{ broccoli answers your questions; answered }#{ more mysterious than broccoli; anonymous }

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romewritingshop · 3 years

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30 qs - 20 blogs

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

Well for the record, you are not under a contractual obligation so don’t worry 😆 I offer you immunity. I would love to get to know some of you and let you guys know me so thank you @what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil @withbeautyandrage @shewillreadyou @nikki-2406

I’m gonna tag five people:

@eleanorbloom (I love you and want to know more 🧡)

@drariellevalentine (I am slowly reading Medically Inevitable and I am loving it 💕)

@ladylamrian (Writing your request is a lot of fun and I hope you’ll enjoy it 💜)

@utterlyinevitable (You’re amazing and I’m absolutely in awe of your work 💙)

@melaninnntae (I love the way you react to my fics and I am in awe of your aesthetic 💛)

Name/Nickname: I go by Rome here but if you’re close, I’ll tell you my real name 😉

Gender: female (she/her) or (They/Them)

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius ♒

Height: 5′0 to 5′1 (I actually dk)

Birthday: Feb 3 (It’s actually coming up soon 😅)

Lucky Number: 3, 14

When did you create this blog?: 18 June 2020

What do I post?: Choices fanfics, a bunch of other fanfics (Might transfer those to AO3) Memes sometimes but important stuff, fanart. I have a sideblog: @romereadingshop where I reblog fics I enjoy reading or fanarts I like, more important reblogs on there.

Last thing I googled: “The Yorkshire Ripper” 😶 “easter chocolate usa” 😄 “yt” 🤦🏽‍♀️

Do I get asks?: No. I’ve gotten one or two recently but that’s about it. Nothing on my other blog. I would love asks. sounds pathetic but I’m starved of conversation. Would love an anon ask,

Why did I choose my URL?: My first original blog was chroma3 which was something Tumblr suggested. I had a sideblog I wanted to start where I did writing and posted my reviews of stuff but Tumblr sucked and I wanted my writing blog to be my main. So I deleted and restarted (Had around 314 followers on there) I write stuff and technically it’s a shop where you look around for fics to try so I stuck with Rome Writing Shop. It’s diverse and not limited to a single fandom. This is the name I’ll be known by and die by 😅 I don’t have the strength to change it.

My current projects and wips: 🤣😂🤣😂🤣 I have a dissertation and essays to complete but in terms of here: Some of the titles are on my masterlist with ‘Coming Soon’. At the moment, I’m writing Baking Love which I aim to release monthly and have a completed series. My Colt series, Meeting in Paradise is going to be retconned so I’m sorry if you wanted to read it. I’ll be deleting it soon and a new story line. I have 2 - 3 requests to write and one which I hope to finish soon and post.

Favorite artist(s) (atm):

The Weeknd, especially with his new album After Hours.

Michele Morrone 😍

Shawn Mendes 🥰

Lubalin (Really love his internet drama songs) 🤩

Song stuck in my head:

'She stole my Broccoli’ - Lubalin (SLAPS HARD)

‘Love Faces’ - Trey Songz (Slowed version 🥴🥵)

‘Honey’ - Jessica Jimenez (🥵 Her voice)

Favorite song of all time:

‘Hard for Me' - Michele Morrone (All versions because they all hold significance in my heart. Helped me heal through tough times)

‘Fallin’ All in You’ - Shawn Mendes (It is so romantic and honest and I just want to dance with someone on that song)

Last movie: My Neighbour Totoro (Still haven’t finished it 😅)

Last show: Bridgerton on Netflix 😂 (Cannot get over Simon) and Night Stalker (It’s about the Richard Ramirez case and it freaked the fuck out of me)

Favourite food: Anything with seafood

Food I hate: Some Asian curries 😬 Other than not much, also don’t like jalapeños

Favourite colour: Black, brown, blue, purple, green and red. The dark shades the better but I do like pink, yellow. I basically named all the colours of the rainbow 😂 I like shades more than specific colours. Hate strong pinks.

Favourite animal: Don’t really have a specific fav. I prefer foxes and really got into ferrets 😂 Animals with ✨ big ‘Fuck you’ energy ✨

What I’m currently wearing: A purple iron man shirt with black leggings. If you DM me, I’ll tell you my underwear 😂 If it was upto me, I’d wear a baggy shirt and underwear with socks.

Dream job: A writer at PB (I’m still salty at their treatment of books and POC characters) or an Editor at a publishing company. Become a part - time YouTuber

Dream trip: Anywhere snowy, like Austria, Norway or Switzerland. Also want to go to Iceland. They’ve got such pretty places there.

Currently Reading: Should change that to start but I’m gonna start reading Shakespeare’s stuff: King Lear, As you like it, Much Ado about Nothing

Currently thinking about: When will my [REDACTED] jumper come?, How much of a disappointment I am (Literally most of the time) My uncompleted deadlines and goals.

Fun Facts: Despite having a licence for two years, I don’t know how to drive. (Insurance was expensive and now I’m terrified to get behind the wheel)

I’m Muslim and Pakistani. People think I’m Indian, Goan, Punjabi (One time Arab) and they think I’m Christian or Hindu but I am a fairly religious Pakistani Muslim with liberal thoughts (To an extent, most people take advantage of my liberal opinions so I have to clarify to an extent)

Never had a boyfriend, dated or kissed anyone (Alone but I’ve done dare stuff)

Top three fictional universes:

Choices (I want to be there with all my baes)

A world with Detectives, Murder and Mafia because I love mystery so I guess would that be Scooby Doo?

Detroit: Become Human universe or Almost Human. Love Androids with cops

#tag game #get to know me #get to know #rome talks #rome babbles #ask rome

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jalapeno-princess · 4 years

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In Between the Lines

Librarian Jinyoung X Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Jinyoung is a librarian at your university’s library and you visit the library quite often. The two of you develop crushes on each other but you are both shy to confess to one another.

A/N: I rushed while writing this so I’m sorry if it sucks but I hope you enjoy it anon!

“Jackson, I don’t care that we’re friends, that isn’t going to stop me from bothering you about returning “To Kill a Mockingbird”. It’s four months overdue man, where is it? I’m tired of having to come up with excuses for you. I don’t understand why you borrowed it in the first place. I bet you haven’t even read it once since you checked it out.”

The older boy scoffed at his librarian friend while crossing his arms in disbelief. “I did too read it! It’s about killing a mockingbird. Duh. The title practically gives away the entire story. Fine, I’ll be honest. I’ve been meaning to bring it back for the longest time but I misplaced it just a few days ago. I’m sure it’s under the pile of dirty clothes I never end up washing—hey Park Jinyoung! Are you even listening? What are you looking at—oh. God dude, can you make it anymore obvious that you like y/n? Stop staring at her, it’s creepy. Everybody and their mothers know that you have a huge crush on her. I’m sure even she knows. You leave the library open an hour later just so you can continue gawking at her just hurry up and tell her how you feel already—I swear to God Jinyoung—“ he took his hand off of Jackson’s mouth and sent his outspoken friend a death defying glare.

“Shhhhhh! This is why my manager keeps threatening to ban you from coming here. You’re always so loud. Keep it down would you? To kill a mockingbird has nothing to do with a damn bird so return the damn book by tomorrow or I’m sending you a bill. And can you be any more louder about my feelings for y/n? If she didn’t know before, she probably knows now you loud mouth. This is why nobody tells you anything. Now get out of here.” Jackson scoffed sarcastically and stuck his tongue out before waving to Jinyoung and taking his leave.

To be quite honest, Jinyoung couldn’t give less of a shit over the missing book. Matter of a fact, he never really understood why he applied to be a librarian at his university’s library. Sure he loved reading, and the library was an extremely quiet place. That was unless one of his friends paid him an unwanted visit. He never had much to do other than to check out books, put back returned books, search through the computer if a student was looking for a specific book and to call people if their books were overdue. It was an easy job and the pay was decent considering he hardly ever did anything but sit there and watch reruns of Friends.

At one point, he even contemplated on quitting so he could focus on his studies but that all changed the first time his eyes landed on you. He didn’t notice you walk in to the library but his eyes never left your figure once when you first approached him to ask where you could find “The Great Gatsby”.

Whenever someone would ask Jinyoung where they could find a book, he would just motion them towards the shelf. However, when he found himself getting up and motioning for you to follow him as he made his way down a few rows of books, he knew he was in trouble. You were shy and soft spoken, two traits that caught his attention as soon as you began talking to him. He was quick to pick up on the crack in your voice and the redness that rose on your cheeks and he thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

As soon as he led you to the literature section, there was something inside of him that didn’t want to leave your presence just yet. “This is actually one of my favorite books. Are you required to read it for a class or are you just reading it to read it?”

You scrunched your nose while shaking your head and Jinyoung could’ve sworn he’s never seen anything cuter. “I’ve been actually wanting to read it for a while now, but I never had the chance to. Luckily, we have to write a six page essay about it for my English class.”

He hummed in acknowledgment. “Have you seen the movie? It’s an actual shit show if you ask me. It’s nothing like the book. I don’t think any movie does any justice for the novel it’s based on.” You giggled softly on how irritated he seemed when talking about the movie. He opened his mouth to continue but then he felt a vibration in his pocket. “I’m needed at the front desk. It was nice meeting you—um—“ he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. How could he not have learned your name before talking nonsense to you?

“Y/n. My name is y/n.” He gave you a gentle smile before slowly making his way towards the front.

“Nice meeting you y/n. Don’t hesitate to ask me any questions. You know where to find me! Happy reading!” Once he took his seat back at the counter, he face palmed himself and groaned in frustration. Happy reading? Who says that? He felt like such an awkward loser but he knew it was because he didn’t know how to act around you.

Park Jinyoung wasn’t one to get involved with girls. He was always so focused on his studies, his job and his pet rabbit that he never had the time for any sort of relationship. Nobody ever caught his eye before. However, he couldn’t get the image of your pretty little face out of his mind.

From that day on, Jinyoung made it his goal to try and talk to you every time you came in to the library. To his delight, you seemed to frequent the library quite often and you’d always stop by the front desk to say hi to Jinyoung before going to study or find a book to read. Jinyoung would put books away as an excuse to talk with you and whenever he felt like the conversation was flowing well between the two of you, he would completely forget the task at hand and give you his full attention.

Unfortunately, Jinyoung was a coward and could never build up the guts to tell you how he felt, leaving the two of you in an awkward position. You weren’t necessarily friends, no matter how badly the two of you wanted to be but you weren’t exactly strangers either. In your short talks together, you learned quite a lot about the mysterious and extremely handsome librarian. He was a law major trying to save enough money to open up his own book store. His favorite show was Parks and Recreations, he liked going to the beach when it was storming out and swam in the rain, his favorite color was navy blue and he was allergic to broccoli.

You enjoyed spending as much time with him as you could but you didn’t understand what it meant. Something about the way he listened to you and looked at you like you were some kind of marvel as you explained your obsession with Keanu Reeves caused you to grow more and more curious about Jinyoung and it made your heart desire things you know you shouldn’t be wanting.

The more you developed feelings for him, the harder it was going to the library and seeing him knowing that you wanted more than just the simple hellos and small talk in between the bookshelves. It’s been months since your first initial meeting and he’s done nothing to make a move on you, so you felt as if he didn’t see you that way and you accepted it for what it was.

Right after Jackson left, Jinyoung couldn’t help but think about his words. Was it obvious that he had feelings for you? Were you aware of it? And how did you feel about him? Jinyoung wanted nothing more than to be the one you went running to whenever life got hard. Every time you would bring up how rough your day was going, he wanted to be the one to make it better. He wanted to take you out on cute little dates, stay up talking to you on the phone, hold you in his arms while looking at the sunset, learn more about your likes, dislikes, and he wanted to know how it felt to be loved by someone. By you.

He’s found himself multiple times reading excerpts from books that reminded him of you and the way your smile would light up the room. There were occasions where he would even highlight passages in some of the libraries’ books that reminded him of you and it got to the point where his manager was having him look for the culprit. As he began to come up with ways to ask you out, he didn’t even notice what time it was until you approached the desk.

“Hey.” His breath hitched at the sight of you. You pulled out your hair from the bun it was in earlier and Jinyoung couldn’t help but stare at you in all your beauty. Whenever you would come in to the library, your hair was always in in either a braid, bun or ponytail. This was the first time he got to see how your hair framed your pretty face and he was on the verge of a breakdown. You felt self conscious under his stare and waved your hand in front of his face to break him out of his reverie and smiled to yourself when you noticed the blush that was now on his cheeks.

“Hi, sorry. I um—sorry.” You giggled as you gave him the book you were holding. “Ah, Looking for Alaska. A great choice. The movie just came out a few weeks ago.” There he was again, telling you about the book’s movie. Whenever you went to borrow a book, if there was a movie for it, he’d always bring it up and you always wanted for him to lead it in to more.

“Have you seen it?” He shook his head in disagreement.

“Nope. I’ve been wanting to though.” With the confidence you didn’t know you were capable of, you spoke up, finally making your move on the handsome boy in front of you. If he didn’t harbor the same feelings for you, then you’d accept it for what it was and just stop going to the library altogether. But you wouldn’t know how the older boy felt if you didn’t ask. The worst thing he could do was say he didn’t feel the same. You could feel your heart rate increase as you began to think about what you would say to him, but the words just fell out before your mind could process them.

“Would you maybe want to watch it together sometime?”

Jinyoung could’ve sworn his heart was about to jump out of his chest at your offer. Did this mean what he could only hope and dream that it meant? “Yes! Ah—I mean I’d love to—sure—God what is going on with me today—“ the gentle kiss that was placed on his cheek made him freeze.

“I like you, Park Jinyoung. And a little birdie might or might not have told me you like me too.”

The idea of Jackson telling you of his feelings for you made his blood boil, but he wasn’t going to let his now negative feelings for his friend ruin the moment with you that he’s been dreaming of for months. “I uh—that might be true—it is true—why can’t I form actual sentences—I like you a lot y/n. More than I’m willing to admit if I’m being honest and I’m sorry it took so long. But I’d be happy if you’d let me take you out on a date.”

You beamed up at him while nodding in agreement and before you knew it, he exited the counter and made his way towards you.

“Oh, and that cute little peck isn’t going to cut it.”

As you were about to ask him what he meant, his lips were on yours. He brought his hands up to your face and cupped your cheeks while molding your lips together. His lips were chapped and rough against yours, but you loved how it felt as if your body was in flames by the ministration. Every time he would talk with you, you’d find yourself absentmindedly staring at his pretty, pouty lips and wanted nothing more than to experience what they felt like against yours. Now that you’ve had a taste, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to get enough.

“You know y/n, we can skip the date and we can just make out in here all night.”

You playfully shoved his arm to prevent him from seeing the effect he was having on you. He squeezed your hips while leaving soft, chaste kisses on the juncture of your neck. The feeling of how close your bodies were together as he continued showing love to your body was driving you to the brink of insanity and earned Jinyoung a breathy moan.

“Shhhh baby, we’re in a library remember? You’re going to have to keep it down. Keep the volume up and I’m just going to have to teach you a lesson.”

#got7 imagines #park jinyoung #got7 #got7 jinyoung #got7 preferences #got7 drabbles #got7 fluff

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kiranatrix · 4 years

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You’ve probably answered this before, and if so I’m sorry, but how do you think L would be romantically towards his partner? Do you have any thoughts or HCs regarding this topic?

Hi anon, I haven’t actually answered this before so thanks for asking. I don’t really think about nebulous significant others when having headcanons for characters, so I can’t answer your ask that way. L in particular, because I think he would be ENORMOUSLY picky and selective about who he’s with. I can’t ever see him interested in anyone who bores him or isn’t extremely exciting or fascinating to him, and that is a very high bar. But I can give you my headcanons for how L would be with Light since that’s pretty easy for me.

- L is interested in Light for a lot of reasons, but the biggest one is that he might be Kira and Kira is stumping and fascinating him like no one else ever has. I don’t think L’s immune to Light’s attractiveness and singular intelligence but that’s not enough on its own. L craves a puzzle and has since our earliest knowledge of him; it’s the one thing that can really motivate or depress him. Kira is a puzzle to best all others, wrapped up in a cute twink bow lol. Irresistible.

- How he’d be romantically with Light depends on the situation. I don’t see L being particularly thoughtful about remembering the traditional milestones like anniversaries or birthdays or Valentines, etc. However, on a whim he might just buy Light an exorbitant present like a yacht just because he wanted to. I think Light appreciates fun opulence and L would recognize that and indulge him. L would really enjoy the look on Light’s face being surprised and delighted. He likes to spoil Light. I think his presents would be more whimsical than practical, and not all of them would be expensive. He might leave a pretty feather on Light’s desk he found in the parking lot, just because.

- They would be eternally competitive but it would always be friendly, probably leading to make-up sex or kissing after the loser was done sulking. I think L would appreciate the fact that Light wouldn’t ever “let” him win and vice versa, because they respect each other. The challenge keeps the fire alive.

- I think they both would be very affectionate in public and their PDA would make people blush haha. L likes to just lounge in Light’s lap or sprawl out on the couch with him. L doesn’t really care what other people think and over time, neither does Light.

- Light would get 100% raw L and never judge him. He’d feel honored that L could finally let all his walls down around him, and that L accepted him and all his human flaws too. I think that full acceptance would be something L would need in a relationship; he’s pretty resistant to changing his habits.

- TEASING. God there’d be so much teasing but it would mostly be inside jokes or look innocent on the outside. L’s very good about figuring out buttons to push and would do it just to get a rise out of Light. Of course, Light gives as good as he gets.

- L would really make a commitment once he’s sure, and would probably move the seriousness of the relationship along quickly. Once he’s made up his mind, that’s that.

- Some of L’s habits-- like staying awake all hours of the night and his picky eating-- might very slowly improve over time if Light expressed concern about L’s health and helped him a little. I don’t think he’ll ever be sleeping 8 hours a night or eating broccoli but he wants to live as long as possible now. It’s easier for him to fall asleep with Light snuggled up to him and Light might bribe him with kisses if he eats something more healthy than cake.

- There’s a lot of spice in the bedroom and both of them are very open-minded and willing to try new things. Some things L decides he really doesn’t like and some things he’s surprised how much he likes them. They can talk about that kind of stuff very openly. They probably take a moment following the afterglow to rate it and give feedback lol. Like anywhere else, they’re competitive in bed too.

- L never thought about getting old before but now he is, and it’s a little jarring. He’s also never really talked to anyone (but maybe Watari) about his childhood or the isolation of his work, the cases that haunt him. Its really cathartic for him to do that and it probably only comes out after a lot of trust is built.

- Light teaches him how to drive out on an isolated road. L teaches him capoeira. They coauthor a semi-fictional mystery thriller about the Kira and L battle under pseudonyms, it’s a best seller. Light does a lot of other writing too

#asks #anons #lawlight #l lawliet #shipping #headcanons #imagines #it's not really spicy just long #like two PG-13 things

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writerly-love · 5 years

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Misfits| 1

Genre: Crime AU, Fluff, ???

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 3,106

Summary: The plan was to go undercover and gain information on a notorious crime trio so he could help his team take them down. He wasn’t supposed to befriend them and he wasn’t supposed to fall in love with their mysterious hacker. Park Jimin was in trouble and it was all because of the Misfits.

A/N: I’m so bad at summaries but thanks for reading if you get past that! I haven’t posted anything in such a long time so I’m suuuuuuper nervous I hope this is okay sjdgkhjagsnkjsh this is the first part and a lot of introductions so I hope you forgive me if it was bad the next part will be better! I promise! *whispers* send me anons if you like it please I’m lonely

The room is filled with the elite, dressed to the nines and making connections with everyone they deem worthy. Standing among them is a wolf in sheep’s clothing who blends in with this crowd better than most with both his physical appearance and outfit looking as if he’s one of them as he sneaks his way into their world.

He whispers into the ears of the people, charming them with his words and pulling them in with his handsome features. They are none the wiser as to what his true intentions are as he seduces them and gets them right where he wants them.

Kim Taehyung was surrounded by members of this upper class, his bright boxy smile on display as he whispered into the ears of women and men alike things that made them laugh and blush and fawn over him. He was a master with words and could act just as well as anyone in movies.

On the other side of the room there was a figure who stayed to the background, dressed similarly to those serving the likes of people like Taehyung in the room. Sneaking about like a snake and disappearing into rooms he wasn’t supposed to be in. If he wasn’t disguised as a server his form would be intimidating, but draped in black and white attire with a bow tie his broad shoulders and pique physical form was hidden, making him as normal as anyone else.

His face was steely, not letting any emotion slip by as his eyes raked the room, searching for anything valuable he could slip off of anyone without their knowing. Occasionally he would disappear from the room without anyone the wiser to scope out the merchandise in the rest of the mansion before returning with an idea in mind of what he was to sneak in to steal later.

Jeon Jungkook was a master at not being seen and sinking into the background as he disappeared with a wallet or two in hand. He didn’t have to even say a word to someone before walking away with their possessions.

In the ear of both boys cleverly disguised as earrings were microphones. Every now and then a smooth voice would come through telling them clear instructions on where to go and who to talk to. Watching their every step, they were told where danger areas where and vague facts about the hosts and guests of the party.

The voice was from someone not even in the room, in fact this person was not too far away tucked safely in the back of a dark green “catering van”. It was close enough so that the bluetooth on the earrings would be able to pick up onto her signal clearly but still far enough away that it wouldn’t seem suspicious next to the other actual catering vehicles.

Surrounded by computer screens and dressed much more casual than your male partners sat [Y/N] [L/N], hands on a keyboard switching from camera to camera to get the best angles of the house to tell Jungkook where to go. On a farther screen you had a full visual of Taehyung and who he was talking to so you could feed him information he would need.

“Taehyung the lady to your right in the navy dress is an heiress and next week she’s hosting another party so get on her good side.”

Taking your words into account, Taehyung moved his attention to focus solely on the young heiress who was quickly flattered by his smooth words and enthralled by him.

The young woman in the van rolled her eyes at the sight, not quite understanding how Taehyung, of all people, could be so suave one moment and then the next he’d be in your personal bubble with his blocky glasses and hair in a mess.

Your eyes shifted to Jungkook, who was in view of the cameras in the kitchen. He was standing off to the side looking like he was taking a break, when he was actually waiting for your instruction. At that moment you started the second part of your mission, hacking and disabling the cameras and security system so Jungkook could do what he needed to do.

Fingers flying on the keys and eyes scanning code you did what you did best and quickly disabled everything you needed, the camera footage around you blacking out one by one as they went out. When you finished disabling the security you switched your communication system to connect with Jungkook’s in-ear.

“Okay Kookie, cameras and security are taken out, I don’t have eyes on you anymore so its up to you to get what we need. Good Luck!” You didn’t expect a response because he was on the job, but he hummed to let you know he heard you before going on about his business.

With that done you switched back over to Taehyung. “Tae, eyes are off and I need you to get information so I can get into her accounts.”

In the house Taehyung smoothly moved over to charm the hostess, his golden tongue weaving stories and compliments to catch her attention and once she was hooked he moved with her to another room to talk more personally. By doing this he managed to get information that would be part of most people’s simple passwords: birthdays, pet names, treasured family members. Taehyung was the best at weaseling information out of people easily and not letting them catch on.

Meanwhile, you hung onto every word spoken between Taehyung and the heiress and put together what could possibly be the combination of things she used for passwords. Of course this didn’t always work and usually you would have to depend on whatever Jungkook ended up getting at the end of the night, but when it did you were easily able to dip into her bank accounts and take an amount that would be beneficial to the three of you, but barely noticeable for someone that had such a large amount coming in weekly.

Once that was done your job was nearly complete, you just needed to wait until the end of the night to meet up with your associates.

You straightened from your position over the keyboard and stretched your arms above you. Idly, you wondered what Taehyung and Jungkook were going to decide to pick up for a late dinner.

“This is the third time this week we’ve had Chinese food can we please eat something else? Anything else?” You groaned when the two boys entered your underground abode carrying two familiar looking take out bags.

“I had a coupon.” Jungkook offers, placing the bag in his hands on the table and taking out the contents.

You rolled your eyes at his explanation. “A coupon? The two of you get to eat fancy pastas and seafood and steak every night and what do I get? Fried rice for a week!”

“You love fried rice though. Didn’t you say once that you would eat it everyday if you could?” Taehyung teased as he bit into an egg roll.

You gave him a bitter look and grab a container to start eating. “I said that when we were ten that doesn’t count!”

“Okay so we made your childhood dream come true!”

“Shut up Tae.”

Jungkook laughs through a mouthful of noodles and Tae smiles as he reaches over to ruffle your hair. “Don’t get upset Cutie, we’ll get you something better next time okay?”

“Yeah! I think I have a coupon for that chicken place you like.” Jungkook pipes in with a mischievous smile and you go to swat at him but he dodges swiftly and sticks his tongue out at you.

“You guys don’t know how lucky you are,” You pouted and returned to what you were eating, “If I was able to go to those snobby parties I would eat so many hors d'oeuvres.”

Jungkook hummed and stole a piece of broccoli from you. “Next time I’ll sneak some out to bring to you.”

You smiled and leaned over the table to to pinch his cheeks. “Aw, Jungkookie really does care about me! This is why you’re my favorite.”

“Hey!” Tae straightened and looked over at the two of you with a pout.

Laughing, you went to tease him when loud beep alerted you and turned your attention to your desk, where your biggest monitor displayed a large red exclamation point in warning. You had programmed your computer for certain warnings and you knew exactly what that means.

“Someone’s trying to hack our system.” You jump up from your seat at the table to go sit in your computer chair and immediately your fingers started running across the keys and your eyes scanned each set of code that went up the screen. Tae and -Jungkook have saddled up to sit behind you and although they don’t know exactly what you’re doing they’re curious to see how everything goes down.

Within thirty minutes you’ve fought the attacker off and are trying to figure out a way to track down whoever it was that knew how to get into your defenses.

“Shit,” you curse when it’s finally revealed to you, “Its the cops.”

Jungkook and Taehyung share glances behind your back and you spin around in your chair to face them. For a moment the three of you are silent, mulling over things in your head before Taehyung breaks the silence.

“I guess that means its time to go.”

“Fuck!”

Min Yoongi curses and slams his hands on the table in frustration. He was kicked out before he could get a even a bit of information. Whoever their hacker was had talent and it pissed him off.

“Shit.” Someone sighs from behind him, Kim Namjoon runs a hand over his face. Now that yoongi failed to hack into their systems correctly whoever it was behind this now knew that they were being investigated. “I’m gonna call for a meeting.”

He stalks out of Yoongi’s office and down the hall to a bigger meeting room where he pages for the other members of his unit.

Kim Seokjin walks in and sees the defeated look on Namjoon’s face and starts setting up so they can start talking and brainstorming on what to do. He starts writing on a whiteboard about what they already knew about who these people where and what exactly they have been doing. “Something bad must’ve happened, thats the same look you had that time Jimin spilled coffee all over your desk and your pants.”

“I would’ve preferred if he did.”

“Really? Last time we had to reprint so many documents and you had to get new pants.”

“You’re right I don’t want to smell like coffee all day again.”

Jung Hoseok walks into the room with his usual smile and bright demeanor, even when he sees the frown on Namjoon’s face. “Uh oh you look like you’re on your third cup of coffee, what happened?”

“Why is everyone talking about coffee suddenly?”

“Because you and Yoongi drink coffee like its water.”

“Well it does have water in it..”

Yoongi walked in soon after, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee proving Hoseok’s point and making the man laugh. Yoongi looked at him curiously before deciding not to ask questions and taking a seat.

Finally, the newest recruit entered. Park Jimin has been part of the police force for about a year and a half now but has just recently joined this division a few weeks ago. This was his first case and he was determined to do what he could and do it well, despite being known so far as the cute but clumsy one of the bunch.

Four men sat around the large table that faces a whiteboard and Namjoon stood by, ready to deliver the news. “So, our plan to infiltrate and get their information through hacking has failed and now I’m afraid they know someone is after them, I’m hoping they don’t know its us, but with their skill I’m sure they do. So now its time to regroup and decide on a new plan.”

He motioned to the whiteboard where the little information they do know about the group is written. “So to reiterate what we know of these suspects: V, JK, and their unidentified third party who is their tech specialist.”

“V is the socializer, we often see him as the face in parties talking specifically to hosts, while JK is the shadow in the background we don’t know exactly what he does but from what we’ve seen and heard, it is very likely he is the one stealing items.”

“Finally the unknown hacker of the group that we know close to nothing about but we know they’re extremely skilled, so skilled in fact that they’ve completely erased and created new backgrounds for both V and JK so we have no clue who they really are other than the fact that they’re in their early 20s, which appears to be true.”

As he finished up the review he turns back to the other men, looking around the table to see if they have any questions.

Its silent for a second as the group mulls over the information, and Hoseok speaks up. “So, what do we do now boss, since our first attempt failed?”

Namjoon sighs and bites his lip. “Well that is what we’re going to discuss. We have very bare minimum information on the suspects and I think it would be in our best interest to find out more.”

“Is all of their information we found on their backgrounds really fabricated?” Jin asked, shocked that it was possible to completely erase someone’s identity and create something completely new.

Yoongi nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “I looked for hours and all I could get was an obviously fake social media pages for V and resumes for JK that were sent to catering companies. When we questioned the companies all they had to say about him was that he was a very good but quiet worker, and everyone that V has talked to knows very little about who he really is.”

“They’re like ghosts?” Jimin mumbled from his spot where he was diligently taking notes.

“So the plan I’m offering is that we send in a spy.” Namjoon suggests.

Everyone in the room perks at the suggestion and he takes that as a sign to elaborate. “So, we need someone to try and get more information out of the subjects about who they are and where the third accomplice is, and also to gather enough evidence so we can make arrests. The best way to do this is introduce a spy into the group of wealthy socialites they usually target.”

“So who would you want to be the spy?” Hoseok asks.

“That is something we need to discuss as well. Would anyone want to volunteer?”

Immediately a hand went up, and four pairs of eyes turned to Jimin who had a determined look on his face, puffy lips pressed together and eyes sharp. “I’ll do it.”

“You? You want to do this? Are you sure?” Jin started uneasily, he didn’t want to completely shut down the younger man’s decision but in his head he really couldn’t see him as the one to do this.

Jimin nodded firmly. “I have the abilities to be able to infiltrate easily. I’m around their age range and attractive enough to be able to draw their attention.”

“Are you calling us old?”

Jin leans back in fake shock, hand on his chest as if he had been terribly insulted.

The younger man shrugged. “You are….older than me….and the suspects.”

Jin gasps and looks around at his other coworkers who manage to avoid his eyes by looking away, but Hoseok was the only one who openly laughed at his dramatic ways.

He turns his attention back to Jimin and opens his mouth to speak, but Namjoon beats him to it, “Jimin, you’re still pretty new at everything here, and you lack in experience when it comes to being in the field so are you sure you would be up to doing something like this?”

Truthfully Namjoon had someone like Hoseok in mind, he had boundless charisma and had experience being undercover before so it made sense to send him in compared to Jimin who was known to be a little clumsy and had no experience whatsoever being undercover.

At the leader’s question Jimin starts to stutter. He didn’t expect Namjoon to question him like this he actually thought volunteering was a good thing. Maybe he really should rethink this whole thing, taking on this job might be a little over his head after all…

“Actually Namjoon,” Yoongi starts. “I think Jimin would be great for this job, he might be a bit inexperienced but that also means he is unknown to anyone that might be familiar to other people we’ve had in the field before. If the suspects have any connections to other criminals who know us they might not know Jimin.”

Jimin couldn’t believe Yoongi out of all people in the room was defending him, as he usually was quieter towards the younger man and until today he didn’t think that Yoongi even knew his first name.

“That is actually a very good point! And I think our Jimin can do it! He’s a really hard worker and when he puts his mind to something he does it very well.” Hoseok includes and Jimin almost wants to cry at the praise.

Namjoon sits quietly for a moment, taking this into account before nodding and looking directly at Jimin. “Okay if Hoseok and Yoongi think you can then I’ll have faith in you as well. Next week theres going to be a benefit dinner and we’re sure the suspects are going to pop up there to try and find their next target. We’ll have to have you ready to go in by then and start gaining their trust and information okay?”

Jimin smiles brightly and nods at the leader, who can’t help but return the smile. “Yes! Okay! Thank you so much for trusting me with this I promise I’ll do all I can so we can finally take these guys down!”

The rest of the men in the room laugh at his eagerness and Hoseok reaches over to ruffle his hair. Namjoon looks over fondly at the younger officer before clearing his throat to gather the attention in the room and announce what they should do now.

“So, the next assignment is to create a new identity for our Jimin.”

A/N: In the next part Jimin and the m/c will meet! I can’t wait!

#bts scenarios #bangtan scenarios #bts reactions #bangtan fanfic #park jimin #jimin scenario #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #bts #bangtan #I had to edit and repost so if you see this again thats why #its already off to a bad start :(

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oldshrewsburyian · 5 years

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“Are you drunk?” for Garcy?

Well, mysterious anon, I’m sure this prompt is supposed to elicit Lighthearted Hijinks. But 1) I am not sure that I could not write Lighthearted Hijinks if I tried 2) I think these characters might bestow thousand-yard stares on anyone attempting to bring them anywhere near things that could be thus described. I don’t think Garcia Flynn ever really has to ask Lucy if she’s drunk. She’s a petite 5′5″; she will always be tipsy far before he is. So I asked myself about the circumstances under which she might have to ask an extremely self-controlled ex-soldier if he were drunk, and I came up with no remotely lighthearted answers.

So. This became somewhat angsty (which should surprise no one) and perhaps painfully domestic, and um, mildly smutty? which mildly surprises even me. Compatible with, though not dependent on, and history immeasurably is wealthier.

Lucy Preston is very glad to be home. Another week of the quarter down, not that she’s counting (she’s counting.) And ditto, just about, to another week of her second trimester. She’s definitely counting; even if she weren’t, she thinks, her body would keep track for her. Each week, almost, seems to bring new symptoms. At least she’s only lost her balance and stumbled into the blackboard once so far. And at least that’s almost something she might have done anyway.

She deposits her briefcase, kicks off her shoes, and shuffles her slippers on. “Home!” It’s long since become a ritual. Still, it gives her a thrill that surprises her a little, a slight fluttering under the breastbone, to know that it matters to someone else — to him — that she’s home and safe. That Flynn doesn’t answer is no cause for alarm. He’s probably upstairs, translating Russian, or Arabic, or French. Lucy puts on the tea kettle. If he’s not translating for the cabal, he’ll be testing paint swatches for the room she’s trying to think of as the nursery.

Lucy pours the water over her teabag, inhales the aroma of the ginger. She’s glad they’re having a girl; she’s glad it can still be Amy’s bedroom. It still almost chokes her sometimes, the giddy knowledge that they’re doing this, she and Flynn, building a future on all the pieces of their pasts. It takes Lucy several minutes to realize what she’s staring at, oddly abandoned on the kitchen island. For one thing, Flynn defaults to a soldier’s tidiness. For another, he’s been very sweet about joining her in enforced temperance. So the corkscrew — still open, still with a slightly torn cork impaled — is odd. Lucy tries not to let it frighten her. She consciously deepens her breaths (out, and in, and out) as she finishes preparing her tea. The wine bottle is nowhere to be seen.

She finds it and Flynn both in the living room. “Hey.” It comes out more breathless than she expects it to.

“Hi.” He is absolutely motionless; he does not even turn his head.

Lucy swallows. She assesses the level of wine in the bottle. “Are you…” No, okay would be a mockery. “Are you… drunk?” Lucy winces. That might be even worse than okay.

“No.” His voice is low and dangerous, anger in it like a current under ice. “English has many good words for…” With one hand he gestures towards the wine bottle, the near-empty glass. “And I am not yet drunk.” His tongue curls around the word, contemptuous.

Lucy puts her hand on the back of the sofa — his first warning, his first intimation — and carefully settles herself into it. “Okay.” She leans her head back, settles deliberately against his arm (rigid, corded with tension.) “Colonial and Revolutionary America went well today.” He makes a noise in his throat. Lucy finds herself wishing he’d curse in five languages instead.

“Hey,” says Lucy softly. “We’re fine. I’m fine.”

With his free left hand he takes hers, raises it to his lips. He doesn’t kiss it. He breathes against her knuckles, her fingertips. He rests his forehead against her palm, and Lucy blinks back tears, intensely aware of the feverish heat of his skin, the rapid pulse of the vein at his temple.

“We’re fine,” says Lucy again, a little helplessly. “You saw, on the scan yesterday: she’s healthy, it’s — oh.” She’s filled with the sudden and incandescent desire to murder the ultrasound technician. Lucy Preston reflects dispassionately that she should, perhaps, be alarmed by this homicidal capacity. But she left nice behind a long time ago, and she doesn’t really miss it. She’d barely registered the remark. (We’ll have to hope she’s not big-boned like her father, right?) It was so unimportant. It was background noise, chit-chat; they saw hundreds of couples, thousands in a year, and they said trite things and stupid things and Lucy didn’t care. Not with her hand gripping Flynn’s and a strange, almost surreal image filling the screen, filling their world.

“Garcia.”

“Yes.”

“I love you.”

She watches his jaw work; she watches him swallow. He releases her hand. “And I you.”

“Mm. Move over.” His shoulder under her hand is still stiff, but she settles herself in his lap, pulls his arms around her. “There.” Wordlessly he draws her closer, changes his position so that she can lie in his arms. “Mm,” says Lucy, burying her head against his chest. “That’s nice.”

“Lucy,” he says, and stops. She wonders sometimes if he grew unused to words, during those two bleak years when he was chasing hers in a journal.

“I love this,” she says softly, and she means it. Even with his heartbeat too fast underneath her, even with unshed tears in his voice. “I love this. Intellectual history on Mondays, queer history in the US Tuesday-Thursday, colonial America Wednesday-Friday.” She tilts her head up to kiss his chin. “And you.” Again she becomes conscious of the pricking of tears behind her eyes; from where she is lying, she can see the wall that they painted together last year, the matching bookcases that she came home from a conference to find flanking the fireplace.

“This,” says Lucy Preston, “is more than I ever thought was possible. I — I tried to believe I could be a good historian in my own right, and I told myself that I could have kids someday, that it might happen, but…” She guides his hand under the hem of her tunic. She feels him shudder. “I never dared to want this,” she whispers. “Not really. Wishing… wishing for more than I ever knew. That’s all it was. And now…”

“Lucy.” She can feel his quickened breath. “Lucy, you have given me — ” another pause, a kiss pressed to the top of her head — “my life. Several times. As you know.” She laughs, at that; a few tears fall, are absorbed into his shirt. “I know,” he says, “that we cannot live a life without danger. But I cannot — I cannot — ”

Lucy reaches behind her, gets a hand firmly anchored in his hair. “Shh.”

He swallows. “I hate,” he says, “the knowledge that I am endangering you.”

“You’re not endangering me,” she counters quickly. “Garcia, you’re not. You are, at my request, snuggling me on the couch.”

“Snuggling.”

“An excellent English word, I’ll have you know. You are snuggling me on the couch,” repeats Lucy Preston, with emphasis, “and we, together, are doing something dangerous and a little bit terrifying and absolutely amazing. But that… that just counts as normal in our relationship, right?”

Flynn presses another kiss to the top of her head, inhales deeply. “Moja najdražo. I don’t deserve you.”

“Pots,” says Lucy firmly. “Kettles.” She stretches, rolling her hips, arching her back. “I could… give you things to do.”

“Mm?”

“Mmhmm.” She takes his hand in hers, guides it lower. There are, she has been discovering, many advantages to elastic waistbands. “You could — ah — make passionate love to me and then — yes — you could make that broccoli-anchovy thing again.” He sits up, pulling her against him. Lucy wonders briefly if it would be indelicate to observe, at her next sonogram appointment, that there are distinct advantages to being considerably smaller than one’s lover.

“Lucy,” says Garcia Flynn. “Lucy, my love, my heart.” Her shirt lands on top of the wine glass. “You have very, ah, specific ideas.”

“I do,” she says happily, and hooks her feet around his calves, leans back to kiss along the line of his jaw. “’S what happens when you have more than you’ve ever wanted. Anchovies on pasta become the height of your worldly desires.”

“Mm.” He raises his mouth from the base of her nape. “I see.” Lucy gasps a little as he brings his hands to cup her breasts. “But this first?”

Lucy leans back into her lover’s arms, where she has always been safe. “Oh yes,” she says. “This first.”

#garcy ff #i love them #electricbluebutterflies #you wanted to be tagged when i wrote for these two #why am i so emotionally invested? the answer is probably complicated #asks and answers #ficlets of consolation

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hongbab · 7 years

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Fond of you - “The main reason they’re encouraging people who ‘wish to see the most adorable way of blatant flirting in which both parties seem to be unaware of the other being head over heels in love with them’ to come here is you guys being openly gross.“ (Hyuk/Ken, g, 2213 w)

a/n: written for this prompt. i hope it’s close to what you had in mind, dear anon :3

It’s a slow, quiet day at the restaurant, and Sanghyuk can’t help yawning while he shuffles back to the bar, spinning the empty tray on his index finger.

Jaehwan is elbowing on the bar counter, resting his head in his palms and people-watching, blinking sleepily at Sanghyuk when the latter arrives.

“I think I’m dying of boredom,” he announces as Sanghyuk elbows next to him, his head lolling to the side to rest on Jaehwan’s shoulder.

“It’s the broccoli pasta,” Sanghyuk murmurs, closing his eyes. “No one ever orders broccoli pasta.”

“We should have included pizza in the set menu,” Jaehwan agrees.

“We’re not having pizza on the set menu,” Hakyeon grumbles so the guests can’t hear him, stepping out of the kitchen, no doubt on edge because of the emptiness of the place. “And you guys stop rubbing against each other like two cats in heat, people would like to eat here.”

Sanghyuk groans but pulls away from Jaehwan, his cheeks becoming hot for some mysterious reason while Jaehwan averts his eyes. Sanghyuk glares at Hakyeon who smiles tightly at a girl staring at Jaehwan and Sanghyuk with some of her pasta held up to her open mouth. When she notices Hakyeon’s razor sharp grin, her eyelids flutter and she looks back down at the phone in her hand, taking the bite and tapping away rapidly.

“Act like you’re busy,” Hakyeon says, and pulls his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket as he walks through the fire exit.

It gets busier by evening, but it’s still bearable with Wonshik’s shift starting, helping Sanghyuk out when he’s not giggling with a cute girl.

“What are you doing here?” Jaehwan asks when Sanghyuk steps to the bar.

“I just need a cola, otherwise I’m going to fall asleep,” Sanghyuk says and tries to pass Jaehwan to reach for the fridge, but then Jaehwan steps in front of him. “What?”

“Did you ask Hakyeon?”

“He’s out smoking, I’ll ask him as soon as he comes back in,” Sanghyuk replies and tries to reach for the fridge door from the other side, but Jaehwan grabs his arm and protects the beverages with his own body.

“He’ll yell at me again if I let you,” he says and pouts a little, looking like a scared puppy. As annoyed as he is, it makes Sanghyuk’s heart flutter.

Sanghyuk lets out a deep sigh and places his hands on Jaehwan’s shoulders, squeezing comfortingly.

“I’ll take full responsibility if he tries to yell at you, okay?” He smiles at Jaehwan’s worried expression. “You don’t need to be afraid of Hakyeon.”

He bends over Jaehwan and finally opens the fridge door, taking a bottle of cola out of it, Jaehwan’s soft, brown hair tickling his cheek as he does. When he pulls back, there’s a moment in which they both stay still, a pretty pink flush dusting the bridge of Jaehwan’s nose, and then he turns away, stepping to the sink and opening the tap, apparently lost at what he wants to do with the water. Sanghyuk blinks a few to clear his head and takes the bottle opener, downing half of his cola at once in hopes of the carbon dioxide burning his throat enough to calm his stupid racing heart.

“Hey,” Wonshik says, suddenly appearing from nowhere, tugging at Sanghyuk’s wrist to pull him away from the bar. He leans close to Sanghyuk, whispering, “What’s going on with you and Jaehwan?”

“What do you mean?” Sanghyuk furrows his brow and finds it easier to take a gulp of his cola than to look at Wonshik, waiting for an answer he might not be ready to accept.

"I mean that you guys are flirting all the time,” Wonshik says and glances towards Jaehwan who is wiping a wine glass dry, looking up when he feels two pairs of eyes on his face. He quickly averts his gaze, pulling his shoulders up to his ears, the tips of them a little red. Sanghyuk almost sighs, but then Wonshik speaks again and he manages to stop himself. “Hakyeon’s noticed. Even I have noticed. And them, too.”

Wonshik nods towards a bunch of girls sitting close to the bar, huddling together and whispering to each other, chuckling as they blink from Jaehwan to Sanghyuk.

“We’re not flirting, what the hell,” Sanghyuk grumbles and places the empty cola bottle onto a tray.

“Right,” Wonshik snorts. “Well, anyways, Hakyeon’s not happy about it, but those girls are and we could use a little bit of a rise in the traffic.”

“Wonshik, I don’t understand what you’re trying to suggest.”

“Just saying,” Wonshik shrugs, placing a hand on Sanghyuk’s shoulder blade, patting it somewhat patronisingly. “Just saying.”

A guest then looks up, eyes meeting Wonshik’s and Wonshik leaves Sanghyuk there, confused.

“Sanghyuk-ah?”

Sanghyuk looks up from his notepad, noticing Jaehwan who is standing behind the counter with both of his arms behind his back.

"Can you help me tie this?”

He holds up the strings of his small black apron.

Sanghyuk glances towards the tables, seeing a lot more young girls sitting around them than usual on a Wednesday afternoon. He turns back to Jaehwan and puts his notepad on the counter along with his pen, stepping to Jaehwan who turns around. Sanghyuk takes the strings from his hands, their fingers brushing and Sanghyuk takes a deep breath to keep his composure, gaze catching on Jaehwan’s nape, on his vertebrae, and for an embarrassingly insane moment, he imagines how it would feel like to kiss Jaehwan’s soft skin there.

“Sanghyuk?”

Jaehwan’s voice drags his mind back to the task at hand and he ties the apron on Jaehwan’s waist with trembling fingers, his palm almost aching to pat Jaehwan’s butt when he’s done.

“Thanks,” Jaehwan says as he turns around, smiling at Sanghyuk.

Sanghyuk feels his head tilt to the side fondly, the corners of his mouth moving upwards and time stops around them for a few moments as he stares at Jaehwan.

“Table three,” Wonshik says, passing him with plates in his arms, and Sanghyuk flinches, resurfacing from his reverie, seeing an old man at table three looking for a waiter to take his order.

“Go,” Jaehwan laughs, making butterflies swarm in Sanghyuk’s belly, and Sanghyuk grins at him, starting to walk towards the table but having to turn back around when he realizes he left his notepad on the counter. Jaehwan giggles at that and if Sanghyuk asks the old man what he would like too loudly, no one can really blame him.

Sanghyuk collapses on top of the bar counter at 11pm, bottom half hanging off the barstool he’s perched on. Jaehwan is still drying the glasses he’s taking out of the dishwasher, placing them on the corresponding shelves.

Sanghyuk closes his eyes and almost dozes off when he feels a hand in his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp lightly. He looks up and sees Jaehwan’s tired but still radiating face, his smile no less blinding than it was at the beginning of his shift.

“Don’t you fall asleep here,” he says and pulls his hand back, going back to his duty. “Why aren’t you going home?”

“I don’t know,” Sanghyuk lies, trying not to give away his true intention of staying as long as Jaehwan does, just to spend as much time with him as possible. “I’ll see if Hakyeon needs anything else from me.”

Hakyeon, like a demon summoned from the deepest pits of hell, appears then, followed by a cloud of cigarette smoke, scrolling through something in his phone. He stops by the counter silently, sighing.

“Bad news?” Jaehwan asks, standing on his tippy toes to reach the top shelf, his white dress shirt stretching on his pretty back. Sanghyuk rolls his eyes at himself for being so smitten.

“I don’t know,” murmurs Hakyeon, biting his lower lip, still immersed in whatever he’s seeing in his phone. “There’s this really popular blog and they’re recommending our restaurant to their readers.”

“What?” Sanghyuk pricks up his ears, straightening in his seat. “But then, how do you not know if it’s bad news or not? It’s definitely good news!”

“It’s not because of the food,” Hakyeon says and then he’s glaring up at Sanghyuk in the most vicious way that only Hakyeon can glare in. “It’s because of you two.”

“You mean,” Jaehwan starts and sinks back on his heels, “Sanghyuk… and I?”

“Yes,” Hakyeon says in a careworn manner. “They do mention Wonshik and I, too, saying we’re hot, and Taekwoon and Hongbin are supposedly beautiful, but the main reason they’re encouraging people who 'wish to see the most adorable way of blatant flirting in which both parties seem to be unaware of the other being head over heels in love with them’ to come here is you guys being openly gross.”

Sanghyuk almost chokes on his own saliva and Jaehwan makes the silverware clatter unnecessarily—whether on purpose or accidentally Sanghyuk can’t decide.

“This is, of course, good for us in terms of business,” Hakyeon muses, “but if you two don’t work out in the end or worse, get into fights during your shifts, that’ll cause me to have to get rid of one or both of you.”

“Hakyeon, this is…” Sanghyuk swallows around the lump in his throat. “We’re not…”

He looks at Jaehwan for help, but Jaehwan only ducks his head, fiddling with some teaspoons.

“You have a week to decide on how to proceed with this,” Hakyeon says. “I’d like to see our popularity rise, of course, but I want the place to be acknowledged because of its quality as a restaurant, not because it’s the nest of a couple of fools in love. Just… talk it out, okay? End the tension one way or another. I want to get rid of these giggly schoolgirls who just waste our best ingredients by ordering food and leaving most of it untouched.” He puts his phone back in his pocket and reaches out the keys to Sanghyuk. “Would you be so kind as to lock the doors when you’re done.”

It’s not a question and Sanghyuk takes the keys with his cheeks burning, watching Hakyeon leave through the fire exit.

Awkward silence falls between him and Jaehwan, and there are only so many utensils Jaehwan can play with so Sanghyuk stands up, mumbling about locking the doors.

They don’t say a word until they’re stepping out into the windy April night, Sanghyuk’s jacket rustling wildly as he pockets his hands.

“Um,” Jaehwan murmurs and Sanghyuk arches an eyebrow. “Do you want me to give you a lift?”

He points at his small black car, the only one parking in front of the building.

“I— I’d be glad if you did, yeah.”

Jaehwan smiles nervously and unlocks his car.

Jaehwan has the radio on throughout the entire ride and he hums along to the songs that come on it, making Sanghyuk unable to take his eyes off him. From his delicate, bony fingers he’s resting on top of the gear shift to the profile of his face that the streetlamps illuminate, Jaehwan is gorgeous and Sanghyuk wishes he had the courage to hold his hand.

Jaehwan pulls over in front of Sanghyuk’s apartment building and Sanghyuk feels anxiety eat away at him as he unfastens his seatbelt, staying there afterwards.

“About what Hakyeon said—” he starts, but then Jaehwan looks at him sheepishly and Sanghyuk’s words die out in the back of his throat. He takes a deep breath and musters up his courage, sliding his palm into Jaehwan’s. There’s a beat when he’s unsure if what he’s doing is right and he swallows hard, but then Jaehwan squeezes his hand, thumb caressing the back of it, and Sanghyuk lets out the breath he was holding in.

Jaehwan laughs quietly and when Sanghyuk blinks up at him, he sees Jaehwan’s eyes forming crescent moons, his crooked smile revealing his white teeth and he feels so deep in love.

Jaehwan’s lips are warm and soft and the kiss makes Sanghyuk’s chest ache with affection, the middle console proving to be too big of an obstacle between them as he pushes himself away from his seat with an elbow, Jaehwan pulling him closer with his free hand on the back of his head, fingers running through Sanghyuk’s hair. Their kiss lasts until Sanghyuk’s arm starts to shake under the weight of his torso and he pulls back, although reluctantly.

Jaehwan’s eyes look sleepier but they’re sparkling, and his lips are plusher than before, his cheek warm against Sanghyuk’s palm as he cups it.

“See you tomorrow?” Jaehwan asks in a low voice.

“Tomorrow is my day off,” Sanghyuk says and Jaehwan’s lower lip juts out in a pout that Sanghyuk can’t help but kiss. “But I’ll need to eat something, so.”

Jaehwan smiles, rubbing his nose with Sanghyuk’s. “Sleep well,” he says.

“You too,” Sanghyuk replies, but doesn’t get out of the car until they kiss for ten more minutes.

all sorted out, he texts Hakyeon once he’s inside his flat, leaning against the door with a stupid grin on his face.

you’re welcome 👍, Hakyeon texts back and Sanghyuk snorts, the butterflies going decidedly crazy in his stomach.

#vixx #hyuk #ken #hyuken #rating: g #au #fluff #req

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