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stray-kids-react · 4 years

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Sitting on their lap

Pt.2💜

Fluff & Smut reactions

Masterlist

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Han

{Soft Reaction}

° Is unfazed when you sit on his lap, usually just cuddling into you while continuing his conversation with any member. Looks up at you with sparkly doe eyes, pointing to his cheek for a small kiss from you.

° Uses you as a sheild from horror movies, constantly hiding behind you and peeking over your shoulder to see if the gory scene is over. You don't mind being a sheild, and even feed him popcorn as he hides behind you.

° Likes flipping you over onto the couch, tickling you soon after you land onto the soft furniture. You squeal and laugh for quite a few minutes before his hands get tired, then it becomes your turn to pounce.

° Will attempt to make a bow out of the ends of your shirt, but always becomes confused and gives up. When he is bored and wants your attention, he lifts you up and carries you to the bedroom for cuddles and kdramas.

° Takes a while to clue into what you are trying to cause, but once he does clue in... The teasing games begin rather fastly. Starting it with holding you down, and softly grinding up on you.

° You always end up having to excise yourself from any conversation you were having, and he soon follows you only 5 minutes later. Locking the door after him, and pressing you against it with a sly smirk.

° Loves when you struggle to keep your composure as he makes you ride his thigh, will not let you cum if you were teasing him earlier. If you are innocent then he will let you cum, but it won't be the only time.

° By the end of everything, you won't be able to stand. Which always leads to him picking you up for a soft make out session in the shower while cleaning you up. Skz know not to knock when they hear they shower start.

Felix

{Soft Reaction}

° He may have a voice deeper than Mariana's Trench, but he is also the hugest cuddle bug in kpop and adores it when you initiate any sort of affection. Always rests his head on your shoulder with a cute grin across his lips.

° Needs your presence to calm him down from his stressful schedule, not caring who is there or what anyone thinks, just as long as you are there in his arms. Sometimes koalas onto your back and pulls you to the bed for cuddles.

° Will sit you on his lap to give you massages, and listening to how your day went. Leaving small pecks on your shoulders if you had a bad day, and letting you fall back onto him for some affection after a bad day.

° If he is up late playing video games, you refuse to let him so restless if he has a long day ahead of him. So you will sit on his lap and cling onto him, occasionally knocking off his headphones until he agrees to go to bed.

{Spicy Reaction} *I'm a soft Felix stan... Help*

° His cute energetic personality, can easily switch into a sexy sensual persona in a millisecond. Which you are grateful for since it doesn't take much to get him in the same mood you are in, or clue into what you want.

° Acts casual and relaxed around the other members so that they don't know what is going to happen once you two are alone. Once the door shuts, you are laid down on the bed with him crawling on top of you.

° A simple roll of your hips on his hard on, sends him over the edge. You will be pinned to the bed screaming into your pillow as he gets his revenge on you. He knows every sweet spot on your entire body, so good luck with walking.

° Once the lust fades after the last round of blissful torture, his eyes will immediately soften and ask if you were hurt or a need anything. Holding you close as you try to stop shaking after your 5th orgasm.

Seungmin

° Is a mess on the inside when you sit on his lap, but keeps his composure on the outside. Gently interlocking his hands with yours, and occasionally bringing your knuckles up to his lips for some soft kisses.

° Smiles shyly whenever you nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck, letting out a silent chuckle at how cute you were being. Will not return much PDA if the other members are around, but will be just as cuddly in private.

° If you stare at him or zone out, he will boop your nose to get you out of your daze. Pinching you cheeks softly at your startled reaction, sometimes giggling softly. If you are embarrassed, he will peck your nose.

° Holds your hands in his hoodie sleeves or pockets, making sure you aren't cold or uncomfortable. Loves it when you kiss his cheeks softly while cuddling, but will never admit that to you or any member.

{Spicy Reaction} *These last two spicy reactions are going to be a challenge ngl*

° Is a flustered and blushing mess when you grind onto him casually, wondering what he did to be punished by you. Asks with a cute nervous voice about what you want to do or what your intentions are.

° Let's you take control of the situation since you were the one who initiated it, but won't mind if you want him to be in control. Even if it makes his mind go blank and freak out on the inside.

° Gets into the flow of things after a while, and becomes more confident and sensual with his touches and kisses. Letting you know that your plan was working and you were going to get what you wanted.

° Goes back to his blushing and bashful state after you two came, soon asking if you need help cleaning up. You simply answer with explaining that you just want to cuddle him and go to sleep, because you are tired.

Jeongin

° A shy bean who would be terrified of messing up or being teased relentlessly by his hyungs, which would happen either way. But won't kick you off his lap, usually just accepts your affection and blushes alot.

° Actually grows to miss your cuddles while he is away on tour, and pulls you onto his lap for hours of kisses and cuddles once he gets back. Making your heart melt and feel full, knowing he missed you and your affection.

° Feeds you some of the snacks he is eating when you two watch a show/movie together, sometimes moving the food in your direction and then immediately eating it in front of you just to tease you.

° Laughs when you practically jump on him when you are tired and need cuddles, letting him hold you as tight as he want just as long as you are in his presence. He helps you fall asleep by kissing your head and drawing shapes on your back.

{Spicy Reaction}

° At first Jeongin would be frozen in place, not expecting you to shift the mood into something sensual. But also wouldn't be complaining about seeing this new and confident side of you.

° Starts off with soft and short kisses, that soon develops into backing you up against the wall while you two battle for dominance with your tongues. Picks you up and lays you down on the bed, asking if you wanted more.

° You both are nervous wrecks while continuing, not sure if either of you are making the right moves or touching the right spots. But you both still wouldn't change the rush it gives for anything else.

° You both would be only wearing the shared thin sheet as you both ask if you are ready to lose your virginity. Right as he would begin to enter, you both hear the members walk inside the dorm rooms and you rush to redress yourselves.

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percabeth4liffeee · 3 years

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Hogwarts....cheerleading? (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Hermione and Ginny were sitting in the Common Room on a Saturday Morning at 11:00am chatting about assignments and school when Professor McGonagall came in the common room. “Can everyone please come down to the Great Hall. If you have any friends you know who are on the grounds, please bring them along. You have 30 minutes.”

“Huh I wonder what that’s about,” Hermione said. “I’m not sure but whatever let’s go get Harry and Ron from the grounds,” Ginny said. Hermione nodded and they walked out of the portrait.

After finding Harry and Ron they told them about McGonagall’s announcement and headed to the Great Hall.

Once everyone was in the Great Hall and seated at a table Dumbledore walked up to his Golden owl podium. “Hello students. You might be wondering what you’re here for. Well, within the past months we have had a couple students request a Cheerleading Team. Now, tryouts for the Captain will being at 1:pm. On the notice board in the common rooms, there is a sheet with the locations of the meet ups for each house.”

Dumbledore continued and said, “Unfortunately, to be a Captain you must be 5th year and up, and to be on the team you must be 3rd year and up. The girls that are on the team will represent their houses during Quidditch Matches. Uniforms will be given after the team is chosen. Thank you for your time, and if you wish to be a Captain of a cheer team, go to your location at 1pm sharp.”

Lots of whispers spread through the Hall as people started exiting the area. “OH MY GOSH! I take cheer classes during the summer! I’m definitely auditioning,” Hermione declared. Since she was super loud, almost the whole hall heard, and turned to stare at her. Of course with her reputation they wouldn’t think of her to be the type to do cheerleading. Hermione glared at everyone and they all looked away.

“I never knew you did cheer Mione!” Harry said. “Yeah I’m gonna audition too, we’ll have so much fun!” Ginny squealed. “What’s cheerleading?” Ron asked clearly confused.

When they got back to the common room Hermione pointed to the notice board and said, “The answer to your question is on the Notice Board Ron. Also, our meet up spot is on the flat space by the right side of the great Lake. It’s already 11:45...Ginny let’s go get changed.” Ginny nodded and the girls walked up the stairs. (They share a dorm room because 8th and 7th can share seeing as they’re learning at the same level)

“Omg I’m totally auditioning,” Lavender said as they walked in. “Saaammmeee,” exclaimed Parvati. “Well I’m sure we’ll all be good even if we don’t make the team which I seriously doubt. Anyways I think I’ll wear a tank crop top, a mini skirt and tennis shoes with a red scrunchie,” Hermione said. “I’ll do something similar,” Ginny noted.

At the auditions Hermione amazed everyone with her moves. She did flips and handsprings and many chants with cheer moves. The girl who was choosing the Gryffindor captain had long light brown hair in a high ponytail and she was wearing a red crop top with a pleated skirt and nike shoes. She explained that her name was Serena. The girl designing the costumes had long blonde hair in two pigtails and she was wearing matching outfits with Serena. Her name was Hailey.

“Alright in an hour on the Notice Board, the Captain will be announced!”

At 3pm a bunch of girls were in the common room giggling waiting by the Notice Board. Suddenly Serena stepped in and placed a paper on the board. It said:

The Captain of the Gryffindor Cheer Team is Hermione Granger. The Deputy Captain meaning that they will be a replacement if the Captain is sick, and will help choreograph routines is Ginerva Weasley. Anyone who would like to audition for the team may come to the same spot as the Captain tryouts were at 4:30pm sharp. Hermione and Ginerva are already members of the team of course, so they will help pick out uniforms while the tryouts take place which will be given at tomorrows practice. The practice time scheduel for the year and members of the team will be on the notice board before 9pm. Thanks for making this possible! -Serena Miller and Hailey Williams

At 4:00pm Hermione and Ginny changed into shorts and t shirts and headed down to the tryouts area where Hailey was waiting for them. “Hello girls we’re gonna go to McGonagall’s office because that’s where I kept the uniform options,” she said. They nodded and followed Hailey up the castle.

After looking at many outfits they finally agreed on one cheer outfit, and one casual outfit to wear on top of the cheer outfit, or if they ever go to competitions.

Of course after the match the Gryffindor team one, and Dumbledore was sending them to a muggle competition.

I’ll post pt 2 soon!

#harry potter #hermione granger #hogwarts #cheerleading #cheer #cheerleader

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jennsmischievousmind · 5 years

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EXSOMNIS

CHAPTER 3 - Expecting the unexpected

Exsomnis: Wakeful, Vigilant

Summary: Fresh Doctor out of residency you didn’t expect Conyers to be this uneventful until everything happened at the same time. From the outset, an odd meeting with what seems like a steadfast Detective but it was only the beginning.

Notes: English is not my native language, I’m trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

Based on the movie Prisoners by Denis Villeneuve (so I don’t own any of the OG characters) if you haven’t seen it, I recommend you do (maybe before reading) :) The story takes place before and through the event in the movie.

“Hi, I’m here for stitches removal.” He announced typing his fingers on the desk.

“Hold on,” the nurse picked up a file while the phone kept ringing. Erin came at the desk, a tablet in hand.

“Detective Loki, hello, how can I help you?” She asked much more enjoyed than usual.

He eyed her confused. “Hello, uh I came to get my stitches removed.”

“Right, yes, you can wait in treatment 3, a Doctor will see you soon.” She smiled and lead him to the room.

You were putting your white coat on when Erin rushed in the locker room.

“Doctor Y/L/N! Y/N, you got a patient in treatment 3.”

“I’m not on shift yet Erin, be indulgent with me would you.” You stretch your arms above your head, and you saw her smirk.

“What is it?” you rearranged your collar.

“You better take this case asap.” she shooed you out the locker room, making sure you were going to treatment 3.

“You’ll thank me later.” she winked and disappeared.

“What!?” You stood there confused, holding the tablet she gave you. Finally looking at the file opened on the tablet, your eyes widened. Raising your head, you squinted your eyes to found her and gut her with your stare. Unfortunately, she was smart enough not to stay in your sight. You took a deep breath and opened the door. Blue eyes locked onto yours immediately.

“Morning Doc!” he stopped pacing around the room finally seating on the bed. Doc it is, alright, you said to yourself.

“Good morning, Detective, how are these stitches?”

“You tell me.” He removed his jacket and lifted his black long sleeve top, you watched him do so from the corner of your eye as you put your gloves on, getting the kit from the drawer. He lowered his pants on his own this time, lying down, you gulped. It was pretty awkward now that you two knew each other but your professional self took control.

“Seems pretty, you asserted cleaning the stitches, you’re going to fill a tug when I removed the thread, tell me if you want me to stop.”

You waited for him to answer but he just nodded, placing your right arm on his left thigh for more stability you felt it tensed. You picked a sterile pincer to pick up the knots, at the same time grabbing surgical scissors to cut each one. The sound of the scissors on the aluminum tray echoed in the room, you could only hear the daily hospital bustle outside the room. Picking up a pincer to pull on the thread his abdomen suddenly contracted, he let out a hissed.

“Sorry,” you whispered still concentrated on the task. You repeated your action on the second wound as he watched your every move. While getting rid of the second thread you brushed his rib with your fingers feeling the cut, he inhaled slightly. Glancing up stealthily you caught him looking at you, he immediately averted his eyes, a grin crept onto your lips. After cleaning the wounds again and putting adhesive strips you were finally done.

“It shouldn’t leave bad scars if you take care of it seriously.” The gloves hit the open bin’s loop.

“Not the first scars ...and it’s not like we have the beach here so...” He grinned, putting down his top.

“Your friend might mind.” You taunted, he smirked.

“Well I’ll see that, he said putting on his jacket as you put away the kit.

The little hope you had faded at his saying.

“When I have one.” he added.

“Oh … “ that’s all you could manage to say right now, finding out he was single took over any rational answer.

“Work is ... taking all my time.” His hand unconsciously reaching his belt where his badge hanged.

“Welcome to the club!” You slide your chair to the corner letting a sigh escape, seizing the tablet and typing the prescription on it.

“I’ve sent you the procedure to get ‘pretty’ scars, if someday you moved to the west coast.” The corners of his mouth turned up and he chuckled, you opened the door. Not that you weren’t having a good time with him, but work does come first.

“Or happened to have time for a girlfriend,” he coaxed brushing past you on the threshold.

“Or that, you laughed softly clutching the tablet on your chest, gazing at him.

“Careful!” you grabbed his forearm pulling him forward, he looked behind to see a nurse with a cart entering the treatment room 2. One of his hand had left his pocket as an unconscious protective move and was now on your ribs. His attention resumed to you, he felt his hand on you so immediately removed it.

“Sorry” his thumb hooking on his belt, you shook your head.

You were still pretty close, you let your hand slide on his arm, brushing his fingers.

“I don’t mind.” you smiled coyly.

His lips parted “Could we...”

“Dr. Y/L/N?” you turned around to see a bunch of med students.

“Got to run, sorry” motioning to the group behind you.

He nodded, his jaw somewhat clenching.

“See you around?” he said taking a few steps backward.

“Hopefully not in the E.R” he smiled as you winked and turned to the group.

“All right, so today you’re with me, Dr. Y/L/N, observe, answer my questions and ask some, I’m insisting on this point don’t be afraid to ask, you’re here to learn.”

“Did it go well!?” she casually asked entering the locker room.

“You little brat," you laughed, "you’d do anything.” You closed your locker.

She paused “…f’course I would. Jamie told me you ended up quite close.” She wriggled her shoulders.

“Jamie? The med student?" She nodded, "it wasn’t like that, there was this nurse with the cart and,” ... you saw her smiled widely “all right! I may happen to know that he is single and straight for that matter.”

“Yes! Kinda guessed he was though.” She shrugged.

“Thank god he is single, or I could be dealing with a legit annoyed girlfriend right now.”

She laughed out loud. “Come on, it’s not like you two make-out in corners and don’t tell me you’re not glad to know he is.”

You passed by her, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “Maybe,” you smiled.

“Wait for me! I want details!!” she rushed to her locker as you laughed, leaning on the door frame.

A week passed, one morning you had to calm Erin when you ran into Loki at the coffee shop, she franctically nudged at your arm and pretexted a call as soon as he aproached you. Stealing the car keys from your hand, she grabbed her latte and disappeared, letting you 5 minutes top with him.

She almost didn’t open the car, telling you by the ajar window that it was too fast and you had to go back talk to him.

In the middle of the night, your phone rang, scaring the shit out of you. You hope the hospital wasn't in need of a doctor. You hang off lazily putting the speaker on.

“Hmm!?” You hummed eyes still closed.

“Y/N, something happened at the hospital, I don't know what to do!!” You heard sobbed and finally got everything she said.

“Rach? Rachel is Erin with you!?” She tried to answer mumbling something.

“All right, I'm coming to get you!” Stumbling out of bed, you grabbed a hoodie, hop into yesterday's jean and get down your stairs 2 by 2. Snatching your car keys on the way to the door.

“Shit!” The air was freaking cold against your bare face and bare feet in your shoes. Starting the engine, the clock on the board flashed 3:45 you'd be at Erin and Rach's in about 15 minutes.

15 minutes to remember that Erin was on shift all night, you started imagining the worst, unconsciously speeding up. After picking up Rachel, she explained she had a call from the police, there has been a shooting at the hospital.

You stopped breathing, tears coming up your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst, Erin, all the people you work with flowed in your mind... Rach continued with difficulty.

“Erin is fine, but they wouldn't let me know about the others. She was in the middle of it..” she sobbed.

“Where is she now, still at the hospital!?” you stroke her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

“At the police station, I told the officer we were coming.” you nodded and started back the engine.

Parking up at the police station you both rushed inside. The bustle was infernal, families were yelling at cops to know more about the shooting, if there were injured victims, some were still stained with blood, people were totally devastated. Concerned about your co-workers arise even more, you tried to remember tonight's planning.

The officer behind the glass had you signed a presence paper before you entered the main open room.

“ERIN! Rach wailed running to her loved one.

You let a relief sigh escape your lips, stopping a few steps behind them, your hands on your trembling knees, you close your eyes and breath deeply. Even though Rachel had told you Erin was fine seeing her was the best proof. You hugged them both. Erin couldn't stop shaking, her eyes were puffy and receding, she kept looking at her bloody nurse blouse.

“Erin, hun, we need to remove your blouse, all right?“ you told her gently.

Rach helped her lift her arms as she was still in shock. Thankfully her top underneath didn't get stained.

You waited, hours, in the station, there were many witnesses, worried families, paperwork. Around 6 am, the coffee machine had become your savior, forehead on the vending machine you were waiting for your 5th coffee, you knew at this rate caffeine won't be as effective, but it was better than staying seated in the main room with everyone. Most of your co-workers had left, some went back to the hospital, some went home, you started wondering what you would have done.

“Fuck!” You startled at the sudden voice, turning your attention to it, Loki came to you removing his beanie. An odd sense of safety overwhelmed you, he stopped a feet away.

“Are you okay!? He asked, his eyes sporting a worried look you hadn't seen yet.

“Yeah, I mean … I wasn’t at the hospital, he sighed somehow relieved, can you tell me more about all this? Who’s the shooter, my friend almost died tonight!” your voice cracked.

Your breath got caught in your throat, saying it out loud made it way too real, taking support on the vending machine you inhaled deeply. The strong behavior you put up for Rachel and Erin crumbled in a matter of seconds, tears prickling at your eyes, legs quivering, you clenched your fits trying to control yourself.

“Calm down, he took a step further grabbing your shoulders, hey you’re okay.” His hand reached the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your jaw, forcing eye contact with you.

“Breathe, your friend is safe, you are safe.” You nodded, his other hand sliding a strand of hair aside your face, you slowly regained your composure, concentrating your breathing on his.

He looked around, “Get your friend and follow me okay.“ He retrieved his hands becoming self-conscious, you stood straight up and sniffed, pulling yourself together, you waved at Rach to brought Erin as you followed Loki in an empty office. Erin sat on the two-place couch followed by Rachel. You stayed up as Loki sat on the desk.

“You remember the guy I brought in the hospital a few weeks ago? The guy who got shot by an officer and passed away...”

“And stabbed you.” You cut him furrowing your brows.

"Yeah, … well, the shooter is his brother, we found multiple weapons in their house. Don’t ask me why he decided to take on the hospital, I don’t know yet. I’m just glad he’s a bad shooter, no loss, only injuries, bruises and shock are to deplore, he said looking at Erin, he’s been arrested immediately."

“Thanks for letting us know.” Rach nodded stroking Erin’s hair. He pursed his lips, looking away.

“Did someone took the deposition and brief you around the all procedure?” he asked Rach, then glanced at you.

“No, actually it’s been hectic, there are so many people out there,” you answered looking at the crowd behind the blinds.

“Okay, wait here” he stood up and disappeared a few minutes, you paced the office, biting your thumbnail, while Rach rocked Erin in her arms.

Loki came back with a laptop. “I’ll take your deposition, so you can go home.” he stated.

Lips parting in surprised, you watched him settle in the office. “Thanks! you exclaimed, can we stay with her?” he nodded looking intently at you.

Erin hesitantly sat in front of him at the desk while you joined Rachel on the couch.

You tried not to stare at him as he was concentrated on his job, typing faster than you’ve imagined. You noticed his erratic blinking again, trying to remember in all the med books you had read where it could come from. Lost in the medical side of your brain you didn’t hear him said it was done. Rach nudged at your arm.

“Hm, sorry?” you blinked.

“The Detective said we could go.” Rachel replied taking Erin by the shoulders, she glanced at Loki then you.

“Oh all right.” You stood up and watch him open the door for them, Rach looked at you both.

“We’ll … wait in the car, Rachel said eyeing you intensely, you patted your hoodie’s pocket searching for your keys, she grabbed them and initiated a smile.

“I hope your friend will get through quickly.” He leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms.

“She’s strong, she’ll make it. And she has Rachel to rely on.” You watched the girls going through the crowded station.

He nodded. “Y/N … your name on his lips was oddly satisfying. I’m glad you weren’t at the hospital, I got … worried when I heard the radio call and that I couldn’t check on you.” He nervously scoffed.

You genuinely were stricken by his saying, it didn’t occur to you that someone could have been worried for you, nevertheless him.

“That’s...nice, you sputtered,… thanks, uhm you clumsily look for your phone… here” you handed him, so he could register his number and get yours.

He handed it back taking a step further. The adrenaline of tonight rushing out, you took a deep breath.

“Will you be okay?” he softly inquired.

“Yeah, I passed the panic stage.” you sneered squeezing your wrist.

“Can we meet later, he asked, I don't know how much time I'll have but ...”

“Call me! you urged. I'll surely be at Erin's. Thanks again.” Your hand pressed against his chest and in a spunk, you kissed his right cheek. He smiled a little and so did you as you passed by him.

You were cooking breakfast, while Rach was helping Erin cleaned up when your phone rang, quickly you wipe your hands on your jean.

“Hey, …” you recognized his voice.

“Hey...where are you?“ you inquired biting your lower lip

“Outside your friend's house.”

“Ok, m'coming”

Putting back your hoodie on, you told Rach you were going out a few minutes.

The sun wasn’t up yet, an opaque mist covered the road and grass around the block. He was parked on the other side of the road, waiting for you outside his car. Crossing the road hands buried in your hoodie’s pocket, you felt the urge to hug him even though it was very sudden and very early in what was going on between the two of you but you just needed some support, taking care of Rach and Erin while being exhausted took a real toll on you.

“Can I be bluntly honest and maybe bold with you right now?” You asked stopping a few feet away from him.

“Go on” he answered amused.

“I won’t say no to a hug.” You balance on your feet but stopped as the cold entered your sweater.

“Bold indeed” he looked down, you thought you’d blown it.

He pushed himself from his car and grab your sleeve bringing you into his arms. Caging your body with a strong hold, he slid his arms around your shoulders, you felt tiny into his arms, yours encircling his waist inside his jacket. Resting your head on his chest, you felt his hand caressed your hair, you tightened your embrace. You shuddered at the feeling of one of his hand reaching your waist, his grip tightened.

“Get in the car, you’re freezing.” He whispered.

You sat in the passenger seat and scoot over to him, facing his way. Knocking an empty coffee cup over with your knee, the handbrake bruising your calf. His features relaxed, he looked down at your hand slipping in your sleeve to keep it warm. He reached out taking it between his.

“Did you sleep?” he asked, concentrating on your hand.

“I slept, … you count on your fingers, 4 hours since my last shift, you let out a stifled laugh, you didn’t sleep much either I bet.” you frowned.

“I don’t sleep a lot in general.” he looked away almost ashamed.

“I could look at you and say that.” you taunted, trying to change the mood.

“Well, thanks” he chuckled, you shook your head laughing.

“Do you want breakfast? I was cooking some for the girls.” you pointed at the house.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” he peeked in the rear-view mirror as a woman opened her garage door.

“Oh…” you started retrieving your hand from his.

“I mean, grasping at your hand, your friend has gone through a lot, I bet she doesn’t want an officer in her house.” He offered a half-smile.

“Touché … but believe me, if it wasn’t for this night’s event, she would like to have you and me for dinner at least.” You laughed, knowing she would indeed be thrilled to see you dating him.

“Dinner sounds great though… you and me.” he blurted out, squeezing at your hand.

“Definitely.” you caught a glimpse of the door's house opening, Rach’s head popping out. He looked at his left following your look, Rach closed the door trying to be discreet.

“Thank you again, for earlier.” He looked back at you, you leaned in deposing a gentle kiss on his sharp jaw, taking way more time than necessary.

He blinked like he did earlier, you waited for a sign from him, something that would tell you to go further but it didn’t come.

“Try to sleep.” he released your hand after a gentle squizz, you nodded a bit confused.

“Was it the Detective from earlier?” Rach asked taking a glass of juice. Erin lifted her head from her untouched plate.

“It was, yeah.” You didn’t elaborate more thinking it wasn’t the right time.

“Tell me you didn’t blow your chance.” Erin suddenly mumbled.

“She talks! You scoffed, and a little smirk appeared on her face, and no I did not ..I think.., per contra.” You winked, pressing the last orange.

“She was in his car, really close to him.” Rach giggled.

“I missed that!” Erin whined.

You urged her to eat something, while they asked details about your encounter with Loki. They were relentless, but seeing Erin thinking about something else than the incident was great. Rachel and you busied her mind with some trivial topics all day.

You wondered where it would get you. Getting in a relationship was not something you had in mind at first, but then again he didn't react when you kissed his cheek so you didn’t know where exactly this were going.

"Don't overthink this Y/N!" You scolded yourself.

Chapter 4 - Two birds, no stone

#detective loki x reader #detective loki #exsomnis #prisoners #jake gyllenhaal imagines #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal #jennfic #slow burn #fanfiction #hugh jackman #keller dover #alex jones #paul dano

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mvssmallow · 7 years

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Cloudy With A Chance

Part 18: …of October sky.

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It’s October. People probably think he’s mad but he can always feel a change in the air when it’s October. Or maybe it’s not as crazy as it sounds. October was the first thing he knew after he was born. He knows it’s different compared to all the other months.

October with it’s mild sky and intermittent sunshine, when leaves are turning shades of earth and trees are looking lonely. It doesn’t have the sharp sting of December’s Winter nor does it have the carefree warmth of June’s Summer. It’s not as optimistic as March’s Spring but he finds all that optimism overbearing after awhile anyway.

October just is. October lets him lay low and be who he wants to be. It lets him start to steal more of Jiwon’s clothes to wear underneath his jacket, like a hug he can walk around with when he goes and does errands by himself. Maybe it’s pathetic, he’s sure it is, but it’s nice having Jiwon so close to him, even if it’s just through an old t-shirt.

This is their first October together and he’s lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit irrationally anxious about it. He wants Jiwon to love October. He needs this to be good.

“How’s the book going?” Jiwon asks, fingers running through his hair as they sit on the couch watching late night Evangelion re-runs.

“It’s okay.” He sighs. “It’s a lot of research.”

“Are you ever gonna tell me anything about it? Or let me read it?”

He snuggles closer into Jiwon’s chest. “No. It’s not ready. And you haven’t won a mic night yet. You know the rules.”

Jiwon groans dramatically above him. “Seriously? But that might take months! Come on.”

He slides his hands under the soft fabric of Jiwon’s hoody and lets his fingers catch on the bumps and ridges of defined muscle. “Well, if you want to read it so badly, you should try to win the next one then. I told you, you’re better than him, it shouldn’t be hard.”

Jiwon chuckles softly. “Better than who? Mino?”

“Yeah. He’s too controlled and too handsome or something. It’s okay if you like that kind of thing.” He says with a slack shrug.

The fingers in his hair freezes for a beat. It always makes him smile, the way Jiwon reacts to some things and pretends it doesn’t affect him.

“You think he’s too handsome?” Jiwon asks casually.

“Well, he’s not ugly. Who cares what he is anyway. He’s not my type. He’s too clean or something. I’m not into that sort of thing.”

There’s a reflective hum. “Oh really? What’s your type then?”

“Dirty. Messy. Shreds everything I buy. Doesn’t let me touch his car stereo. And always forgets to turn the dryer on.”

“That’s weirdly specific, Hanbin. I don’t know anyone like that.”

His fingernails drag across Jiwon’s abdomen and he can feel the muscles flexing in response. “Hmm, I don’t either. Guess I’ll settle for you until he comes along.”

“Thanks, I feel so much better about myself now.” Jiwon says flatly. “Aren’t you going to ask me what my type is?”

“Okay, what is your type?”

“Not you.”

He bursts out laughing and turns over to hit Jiwon in the chest. “Rude!”

Jiwon lets out his dorky wheezy laugh as he dodges the punches. “Yeah I love guys who are really ugly, really dumb and bad at doing laundry. Know where I can find one of those?”

“Maybe on sale at the boyfriend store?”

Jiwon’s face turns serious then, smile softening and fingers brushing strands of hair away from his face. “Actually, if we’re being honest, I didn’t even know I had a type but I knew it was going to be you by the time we got to that cafe.”

He lays down with his chin resting on Jiwon’s chest and eyes him skeptically. “What?! Don’t lie. How could you possibly know? We met for like 15 minutes.”

“I’m not lying! I knew. I knew it’d be you.”

He stares at Jiwon’s face, trying to look for something that might be insincere or the start of a joke but Jiwon doesn’t back down and just stares right back.

“No way.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “No way you could’ve known we’d end up like this. No way.”

“Well, I didn’t know we’d end up exactly like this. But I knew it was going to be you.”

And right there, standing in the forefront of his mind, is the same insecure teenage that never even got a date in high school. He doesn’t want to ask but he knows the kid inside needs him to make sure. “Do you….still know?”

“Yeah, of course I still know….” Jiwon says defensively before trailing off.

He watches as Jiwon’s mouth opens and closes without anything coming out. It’s not because of a lack of thoughts. It’s because there’s too many.

“Don’t say it.” He cuts in, fingers sliding into one of Jiwon’s waiting hands. “Whatever you’re going to say. Just….save it for later. Okay?”

He rests back down, cheek against Jiwon’s rib cage, listening to the fast heartbeat underneath as his own thunders in his ears.

“Yeah…okay.” Jiwon replies, confused but not protesting.

Evangelion gets ignored for the rest of the night. He watches the pictures and hears the sounds but the only thing he can think about is if he’s really ready for the next phase of his life. He’s spent so long dwelling on the past that he feels totally unprepared for the future.

There was so much to think about all of the sudden. He doesn’t even remember falling asleep after that but he remembers arms carrying him to bed, tucking him into the sheets and a soft voice telling him to dream.

****

October 5th.

“HANBIN?!!!”

“WHAT?!!”

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY LUCKY BOXERS?”

He rummages through their drawers in a panic, like a storm blowing right through the streets of Hanbin’s neat town but this a DEFCON 1 situation. He can’t do a mic night without his lucky boxers.

A hand grabs his wrists. “Jiwon. Stop. You’re just messing up the drawers. Go shower. I’ll find them.”

“It’s the purple ones with the-”

“…yellow killer bees. I know.” Hanbin gives him a dimple grin as he kneels down on to pick up all the socks and clothes that littered their floor.

It’s always the smallest things that hit him right in the gut. The way Hanbin folds his t-shirts or writes him random notes or how he always seems to know exactly where everything is. Things that he almost takes for granted on his bad days but thanks God for on the good ones.

“Jiwon?”

“Huh?”

“Go shower. I’ll find them okay?”

By the time he’s done and wrestled with his hair, their bedroom is empty and the tornado of clothes has been tidied away. On their bed, he finds his lucky purple boxers folded next to a pair of jeans, his white shirt ironed and hanging from the wardrobe door handle. He could really go through the rest of his life sustained by all the small things.

Hanbin is sitting on the couch in their small living room, eating an apple and scrolling through something on his phone, hair slicked up to one side and dressed in a black jacket and black jeans that he didn’t even know Hanbin owned. Now that he’s working on his book from home, he hasn’t seen Hanbin dressed up in awhile. It still takes his breath away. Like his brain keeps wiping the memory so they have to re-live the moment like it’s the first time, every time.

“Hey.”

Hanbin looks up, apple hanging from his mouth as he types out a message using both hands. He looks ridiculous but somehow, still the most beautiful thing in any room, anywhere in the world.

“Youlooknice.” Hanbin mumbles around the apple in his mouth.

He shakes his head. The irony. “You look nicer.”

Hanbin pockets his phone, nibbles on the rest of the apple core and walks over to him. He’s seen Hanbin plenty of times. Every day for the past few months. But the way that thin frame walks towards him, all shy confidence with tight jeans and collar bones peeking out from the deep v-cut of his white t-shirt, still makes his stomach drop and his heart race out of time.

There’s a sweet and sticky kiss pressed against his lips but it’s gone before he’s had time to respond or demand more. As Hanbin walks into the kitchen to throw away the apple core, there’s a ghost of that cologne that always reminds him of the ocean for some reason. It’s ridiculous, he knows. The ocean smells like salt. The only other thing that reminds him of salt is the taste of Hanbin’s skin, especially down his neck. Maybe it’s not so crazy.

And then his mind does that thing that he sometimes loves and hates. It takes the smallest hint of a spark and roars into a fire, engulfing him with all the images he remembers from That Morning In Bed spliced together with all the dirty things that they haven’t even done yet.

He’s completely inside of his head as they ride the train to the club. Mental images of skin and hip bones and that pouty mouth he loves so much. He’s restless, frustrated and he knows it annoys Hanbin whenever he has to readjust himself. He’s grateful that his jeans are at least baggy enough to hide how hard he is. His hand searches out for something to touch, settling over Hanbin’s knee, where the rips in his jeans are large enough for his fingers to slide in and out.

It’s not until they’re stepping onto the platform and walking to the venue that Hanbin suddenly sighs loudly.

“Oh my god. What’s up with you? Are you actually high or just nervous?”

He forces himself out of his head. “What? Neither! I’m just thinking about stuff. I’m allowed think about stuff sometimes okay?!”

Hanbin stops walking and looks sternly at him. “Like what?”

He feels the warmth creeping up his neck. “Like….uh, rap stuff.”

There’s a exasperated groan and he really wishes he didn’t find that hot when Hanbin is clearly just annoyed at him for being a bad liar.

“What’s it gonna take?”

“For what?”

“For you to focus? You’re on stage in 2 hours. You can’t go like this. You look all spaced out. So what’s it gonna take?”

He bites his bottom lip and raises an eyebrow. He doesn’t know what he looks like but all Hanbin does is glare at him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes.

“You are so predictable.”

And that’s how he finds himself sitting on a wooden crate in the dark alley behind the club, jeans undone, soft hair between his fingers and Hanbin’s hot mouth between his legs.

He wants to say that getting blown right before mic night might not really help but then again, only an idiot would put a stop to something like this.

The bass thumps in the background, drowning out most of the sounds they’re making but he doesn’t need sound, not when he has sight. And really, if he died right then, he’d die happy.

It’s not long before he feels the familiar tight tension building, like waves of electricity rolling closer and closer every time Hanbin swallows him down into that wet heat.

Without warning Hanbin looks up at him with those big dark eyes that are soft and adoring one minute then dangerous and wild the next. It catches him off guard, something vaguely passing as fear makes his hair stand on end, and he knows Hanbin must see the surprise on his face because there’s a wicked smile and the light scrape of sharp teeth over the underside of his cock.

It’s enough to push him right over the edge. He leans back too fast, head colliding with the wall behind them and cums with a loud groan, fingers pulling Hanbin’s head forward by his hair to keep that mouth exactly where he needs it.

He can feel the startled surprise as Hanbin’s throat gags around him. He tries not to but he can’t help fucking into that soft pliant mouth, riding out the high and chasing the heat as Hanbin swallows everything down with a long satisfied hum.

Once he stops seeing stars, his body collapses against the wall, completely blissed out and only vaguely registering Hanbin’s fingers tidying him up. He opens his eyes just in time to see Hanbin wiping his mouth like a cat. He loves watching him do that.

It’s the same every time they do this. He feels invincible afterwards. Like a champion boxer ready for a KO in the ring. Like the luckiest guy on earth. Ready to destroy everyone in the club, if it means seeing Hanbin’s wicked smile again. If only his legs would work….

Fingers comb through his hair in some attempt to fix it. It’s gentle for a few seconds before there’s a sharp tug pulling his face forward until it’s inches away from Hanbin and his sharp teeth.

“You better fucking win tonight.” There’s a snarl in Hanbin’s voice, sharpness in his tone and all it does is send a jolt of electricity down his spine and shocks any remaining lethargy out of him.

“Okay.” He says obediently.

Anything.

I’ll do anything you want me to.

There’s a laugh then, the dimpley one that he hates for its manipulative effect. “Come on, let’s go get a drink. My jaw hurts.”

They walk back slowly to the club. His fingers unable to stop touching something, anything, attached to Hanbin’s body. He knows he’s pushing it but he doesn’t unhook his fingers from Hanbin’s jeans as he pushes them through the crowd. More surprisingly, Hanbin doesn’t complain and just holds onto the back of his jacket.

They find June and Yoyo at the bar, bickering about something as usual.

“Dude, your hair.” June motions to Hanbin’s head with a laugh. “You look like you just-”

Yoyo elbows him sharply and clears his throat. The blush that colours Hanbin’s cheeks gives them away.

“Oh….Jesus. Disgusting.” June gags in the background. “Don’t tell me you guys just fucked before you got here.”

“WHAT?! NO!” Hanbin splutters out, caught off guard by June’s bluntness. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t care if everybody knows.

Yoyo scrunches up his nose. “Was it on the train? Because that’s so …unsanitary.”

“Ahh, I really need a drink now.” He announces, ignoring the questioning stares from his friends and dragging Hanbin to the other side of the bar.

“It’s not that obvious is it?”

“What?”

“My hair. Is it obvious that-”

“-you just blew a guy in an alley way behind a club? Yeah it’s obvious.” He chuckles apologetically. “Sorry.”

Hanbin touches his swollen lips gingerly but makes no motion to fix his messy hair. He reaches across and tries to help but his hand gets pushed away.

Oh. Weird.

He’s learnt a lot of things about Hanbin at this point but right at that very minute, he gets an inkling of what might become his new favourite thing.

“Actually, I’m not sorry.” He says, leaning in with his lips barely touching Hanbin’s ear. “You look so hot like this. And you like it don’t you? You like people guessing who you’ve been with and what you just did.”

He sees something hungry and unhinged flashing across those dark eyes and he knows he right. It stirs the animal inside him, the one that’s only just gone back to sleep.

“But they can’t have you, can they baby? Because you’re mine. I want them all to know you’re mine.”

Those lips open to say something but the bartender comes over with their drinks then and he leans back, leaving Hanbin opened-mouthed, mid-thought and staring at him with the kind of intensity that is destined to get him committing crimes and walking through fire one day.

He pushes the glass of gin over. “Drink this. And stop looking at me like that. You’re gonna get me hard again.” He says with a laugh. “Then we’ll be in a whole lot of trouble.”

He watches Hanbin down the entire glass like a shot and lick his lips wet. He can feel it, the angry frustration humming around Hanbin’s body, like a lightning rod or live wire that’s just been cut. This was going to be a long night.

*****

3 drinks in and he’s still so restless. Nervous-excited energy causing him to bounce his legs up and down to the point where Jiwon’s hands clamp down on his thighs to stop him moving.

At quarter to 9, Jiwon takes off his jacket and rolls up his shirt sleeves. That doesn’t help either and things just go from bad to worse. He leans right into Jiwon’s space without really meaning to, head resting on a broad shoulder and fingers already finding the skin of Jiwon’s smooth back.

4 drinks in and Jiwon slowly loses the rest of his restraint. Calloused fingers are jammed underneath the holes of his jeans, drawing some kind of pattern across his leg. He knows what they must look like now. He can see it in the surprised and curious faces of fans and rappers who come over to their couch to meet Jiwon. If there was any doubt last time, there probably wouldn’t be by the time this night is over.

And he knows.

He knows he needs to worry about rumours spreading and his parents finding out but by the time his 4th drink arrives, those concerns just make less and less sense. If he stops, he gets less Jiwon. But if he keeps going, he gets more. And he definitely wants more.

It’s maths.

It’s logical.

So why should he stop?

He plays with Jiwon’s fingers as they bicker with June and Yoyo about cars and tattoos and how subconsciously possessive Jiwon gets whenever someone looks in his direction. He doesn’t remember a time when he felt this happy, this carefree, this drunk…..

“Honestly, cut this shit out.” June says with a grimace. “That last guy didn’t even do anything. Are you gonna get pissed off at every guy who looks at him?”

All it does is make Jiwon’s hand tighten across his thigh.

“Urghhh. Get a fucking room.” June groans.

“I would. But I gotta perform soon.” Jiwon replies with a poke of his tongue. It makes him giggle like an idiot.

“Aww, it’s kinda adorable.” Yoyo says, nodding in that happy way he does when he’s had one drink too many. “You both look so dopey. Good luck with the hangover tomorrow though.”

They look across at each other. They do look dopey. At least Jiwon does, with his big bunny grin and ugly laugh. He wonders if he looks the same. He definitely feels dopey.

At 9:30pm, the rappers get called and he frowns when Jiwon’s body stands up.

“Babe, it’s time.” Jiwon says with a smile, trying to tug his fingers free. “You gonna let me go?”

He shakes his head and his thoughts just slosh around all bathed in the warm glow of citrus alcohol.

“Fuck, you are so cute right now.” Jiwon kneels in front of him and kisses his fingers. “I promise I’ll come back.”

“After you destroy all those guys?”

“Yeah, after I destroy all those guys.”

He relunctantly lets go and watches as Jiwon leaves, disappears and re-emerges on the stage as Bobby. He watches as rappers come and fall. Even Mino gets caught out by the slower backing track coming through the speakers. But that slack bassline and the too-fast-too-slow-trap-beat is as unpredictable as Bobby. It takes a certain kind of crazy to ride that kind of rhythm.

It’s our kind of crazy.

He lets Bobby get eaten up by the crowd that loves him, calls his name, touches his face and shakes his hands. They can have Bobby. Just leave him Jiwon.

They make out all the way home on the train. It’s past 1am. There’s 16 drinks between them, a winners check in Jiwon’s back pocket and hands on skin everywhere. He doesn’t care who sees it. If this is how October is going to play out, he wants it to be October forever.

#CWAC #another 1 day re-write #i am so in love with jiwon #i mean gdi #he is just everything #double b #hanbin #bobby #ikon #text #Cloudy With A Chance

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Cloudy With A Chance

Part 14: …of fire.

Masterlist

1930pm, September 5th

The club is hot and smells like last night’s dry ice and spilled beer. Every dim corner is filled with trendy young people wearing flashes on ink on their skin and baring sharp teeth under their smiles. They stand in groups, laughing loudly and talking about things that Hanbin doesn’t really understand.

He feels like an outsider. This isn’t his scene. This is Jiwon’s scene and Jiwon’s people. Despite the sinking feeling in his stomach, he promises to make an effort tonight.

Yoyo squeezes his shoulder firmly and in a manner than Hanbin can only assume is meant to be comforting.

“You okay?”

He nods as his stomach flip-flops around.

June chuckles. “First time seeing him perform like this huh?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s terrible. Such an amateur. Don’t expect anything spectacular because he’s just going to disappoint you.”

Yoyo snorts quietly beside him and Hanbin can tell that Jiwon’s friends have a own language of their own too. If there was such a thing as a Silent-High-Five, they have definitely mastered it.

“You must be so used to that now anyway.” Yoyo says with another sympathetic pat on his back.

Despite his nerves, he ends up laughing and following them to the bar for a few drinks. His relationship with alcohol is unpredictable at best and disastrous at worst. As long as he sticks to clear liquor and doesn’t have a panic attack in the middle of it, everything will be okay.

Hopefully.

At five to eight, the lights dim and the stage is lit up with bright spotlights. The talking becomes a muted hum and when the MC steps out onto the stage there’s a round of applause and cheers.

He swallows the last of his lime gin and just lets the nerves wash over him. He’s long accepted the fact that he just has to live with anxiety for the rest of his life, even when it’s the good-kind-of-anxiety, like it is tonight. He never expected for it to magically disappear and truthfully, the older he gets, the easier it is to own that dark part of himself. Without all his problems, he’d be a different person and who knows if that person would have ever met Jiwon.

So no, he wouldn’t ever want to change anything. It wasn’t worth the risk.

He also never really expected to inherit Yoyo and June along the way either but here they were, standing on either side of him like human barriers and making enough jokes to keep him distracted from the chaotic thoughts in his head.

And then the show starts.

The first rapper is a baby-faced kid, still shy and so stilted on stage that they could all see how inexperienced he was. Hanbin can spot those guys a mile away (it takes one to know one). He watches the kid deliver a brilliant rhyme before forgetting the rest of his lyrics in the next breath. Still, the kid has guts to get up there and swing at the ball with the other more seasoned rappers. Hanbin silently wishes him all the luck in the world.

The next three rappers are loud but forgettable. All posturing and gesturing but no actual skill. The catchphrases and moves probably ripped straight from a recent american hip-hop video. He judges the obnoxious trio in his head but June has no problem heckling them out loud.

Then it’s the one they call Mino.

He could tell by the sudden burst of cheering and yelling coming from the crowd. Mino turns out to be good, a little too good, and definitely miles better than everyone before him.

Where Jiwon can sound rough and ragged, Mino was smooth and controlled, with thoughtful lyrical content that somehow makes sense in a hot crowded club. Hanbin will dislike him out of loyalty to Jiwon but it’s hard to deny real talent when you see it, even when you’re too busy frowning at it leaving the stage.

So busy in fact that he almost misses the MC announcing the next rapper. Some guy called Bobby.

It goes without saying that he really doesn’t like surprises. He doesn’t like not knowing what’s coming and not having enough time to mentally prepare for it. So when he sees the familiar tiger tattoo and flash of dirty blonde hair, the shock completely disorientates him.

“The return of the prodigal son!” The MC shouts with glee.

Yoyo and June nudge at his shoulder and the crowd around them is as loud for Bobby as they were for Mino.

He feels like he’s standing still in the middle of a storm. So many thoughts flood his head in that moment: Just how deep did Jiwon get into rap? Why is he called Bobby? Why do so many people already know him? If he was so popular, why did he leave? If he was so popular, what is he doing with Hanbin?

The pessimism eats away at his edges, like the way fire slowly burns a piece of paper.

The Jiwon that steps out of the shadows and onto the stage is not his Jiwon. It’s some alternate version: all raw energy and live wires sparking in a sweaty electric body-an unstoppable force coming to pull him out of his dark mind.

He wishes he could remember every detail that follows but when the beat drops, he can’t think of a single thing.

There comes a day in your life when you wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch when you old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts, have a cold one Brag, to your grandkids about how life is golden So I will light a cigar in the corridor of the crib Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did

When was the last time you heard a real anthem Bobby, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy B rhyme Never on schedule, but always on time

-Nas

He’s jostled side to side, back and forth, but like everyone else in the room his eyes never leave Jiwon’s face. He hears the mistakes, the missed beats, the slurred words to cover up the flaws and he watches, with some kind of soft envy, the way Jiwon just casually shrugs and pokes his tongue out when he knows he’s messed up.

Nobody seems to care about the mistakes anyway. The energy and occasion more than making up for the lack of professionalism and flow that Mino had. It was so typical of Jiwon; owning his flaws unashamedly, turning mistakes into a funny trademark and making the most of an unfortunate situation.

The audience is so loud and he can hear the most abrasive of laughs bouncing off the walls. When his 3 minutes is up, Hanbin watches Jiwon jump into the crowd to high-five and shoulder-hug everyone who wants one.

The center of attention. It’s where he truly belongs.

Just as he’s feeling out of place again, just as he thinks about leaving, he sees Jiwon pausing at the edge of the stage, eyes focused as they scan and search through the crowd. The twist in his stomach surprises him.

He’s looking for me.

When their eyes finally meet, the lopsided wink and toothy smile that breaks across Jiwon’s face makes him want to burst into a ball of fire and forget about ever doubting any of this.

This is his Jiwon and he is so proud of him.

Maybe it’s that thought, and the sheer relief of knowing that Jiwon hasn’t forgotten about him, that drives him forward and headfirst into the crowd of loud strangers. His parents might never accept them being together but right in that moment, he’s too drunk on alcohol, rebellion and rap to care.

He doesn’t make it far before a familiar hand closes over his right wrist and leads him to the side of the stage that’s obscured by curtains.

“Looking for someone?”

“Yeah, have you seen Bobby?”

“No, he’s left the building.”

“Has he? I guess I’ll settle for you instead.”

Jiwon pulls him closer until he can smell the sweat and coconut shampoo. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“So….what did you think?”

There’s just enough light filtering through the thin black curtains to illuminate shiny eyes, bunny teeth and the sharp angle of cheekbones.

“I think….you’re the only one who can make a mistake and still probably win.”

Jiwon laughs. “Don’t think the judges will be as forgiving as you.”

“What’s the prize?” He asks, fingers itching do something.

“Money, women, power. The usual.”

“Oh, is that all?”

“Yeah. You got a better prize for me baby?” Maybe Jiwon had meant it light-heartedly but the way it actually comes out, in that rough ragged voice, just makes him want to do something reckless and crazy.

In his peripheral vision he can see the other rappers and their girlfriends hovering around the drinks table and there are more than a few curious stares thrown in their direction. Despite the alarms going off in his head and his anxiety warning him to hold him back, he lets himself get pulled into the gravitational field between them. He doesn’t wait for Jiwon to stop talking, just reaches up to grab the back of his neck and drag him down for a kiss, open-mouthed and mid sentence.

It doesn’t last long but it’s hard, hungry and full of desperation, invitation and promise.

He can’t read Jiwon’s reaction clearly enough but he feels the thick questioning silence between them and he can see those shiny eyes wide in surprise. He finds more of his courage in the darkness and doesn’t let it go to waste.

“You want that? That’s your prize.” He murmurs quietly, hoping it comes out more confident than he actually feels saying it.

“Wait….what…what do you mean?” Jiwon stammers and steps back to put distance between them, like Hanbin was suddenly a fire that was burning his hands.

They just stare at each other after that. Neither really knowing what to say.

“AND NOW, THE RUNNER-UP. WELCOME HIM BACK: IT’S BOBBY!” The MC’s voice cuts through the dark silence and they both turn towards the curtain, briefly disorientated before remembering where they are and what was happening in the real world outside of their private bubble.

Some of the rappers yell out their congratulations from across the room but nobody is brave enough to come near them. When he looks down, his fingers are twisted in Jiwon’s t-shirt and there’s a calloused hand resting on his back. He knows what they must look like, even in the dim lighting. Well, he wouldn’t be brave enough to approach them either.

The MC announces Bobby’s name again and makes a joke about him disappearing before he’s even made a proper comeback.

He shakes Jiwon’s shoulders gently. “Hey, you okay? They’re calling for you out there.”

Jiwon is still in a daze, murmuring and muttering, seemingly to himself. “Yeah….but you just….”

He leans in to press his lips against an impossibly sharp jawline before pushing Jiwon towards the stage. “You have to go out there. They’re calling for you. I’ll see you afterwards, okay?”

“Uh…okay.”

He watches as Jiwon stumbles past the curtains onto the stage, almost tripping over his shoe laces and headbutting a laughing Mino. Bobby really did leave the building. This was all 100% his Jiwon.

June and Yoyo take them out for a celebratory dinner after it all ends, probably so they could tease them relentlessly.

“I love you man but shit, you looked so dumb getting back on-stage.” June shakes his head with an amused chuckle. “What the hell was wrong with you? Did you smoke something backstage?”

Jiwon blushes pink, something so rare than June mutters a quiet ‘oh my god’ under his breath and Yoyo puts down his chopsticks to shoot them an accusatory glare.

“Okay. What did you do?”

“Nothing!” They both say in unison.

He watches as Jiwon laughs and argues with his friends, perfectly content to just be there, not minding at all that he’s not a part of the conversation.

He takes a sip of water but just as his glass hits the table there’s a hand sliding down his right thigh. He tenses on reflex and slowly looks across in Jiwon’s direction but he’s still arguing with June.

There’s a tight squeeze that makes him squirm and when the hand creeps its way higher and higher, he’s holding his breath, frozen in his chair and probably looking as white as a ghost.

June notices but doesn’t say anything. Sometimes he loves Jiwon’s friends.

It goes on throughout the entire meal, stealthily and sneakily, like a really nice form of torture. It’s a relief when it finally ends and they are hugging June and Yoyo goodnight. He waits until they start walking towards the train station before punching Jiwon on the arm.

“OW! What was that for?!” Jiwon cries out, rubbing his arm like it even remotely hurts.

“You’re an evil jerk, you know that?” He replies coldly.

And Jiwon, with his bright happy face, just shrugs and gives him that childish toothy smile because they both know exactly what he did.

He rolls his eyes, pretends to be pissed off because it’s not fair that Jiwon can get away with everything.

“Aww, come on. Nobody saw it.”

“Except God.”

Jiwon waves his hand dismissively. “Nah, he wasn’t looking. Satan probably did though because he’s a creep.”

He can’t even stop the giggle that comes out of his mouth. Jiwon pokes at his dimple with a smirk. “Yeah you’re not even mad about it are you?”

He swats Jiwon’s hand away. “Only on principle.”

“You and your principles.”

“Well, one of us should have some and you’re a rapper so I guess it’ll be me.”

Jiwon starts laughing but it dies down quickly, like he’s suddenly just remembered something.

“Hey, um. What did you mean before?”

“About what?”

Jiwon makes an irritated noise. “You know what! What you said backstage. What did you mean?”

They reach the main intersection where there are swarms of people standing at the traffic lights. He waits for the crowds to disperse after they cross the street before he replies.

“I don’t know why I said that. It sounded better in my head. But I mean, I guess, if you want something….you should just ask for it.” His voice wavers and he really wishes it didn’t.

Jiwon tugs at his sleeve to slow him down. “Ask for what? What do you mean? Do you want something?”

He looks at his feet hitting the ground. His face feels hot and he curses himself for starting this whole thing in public.

“Do we really have to talk about this right here?”

Jiwon squeezes his hand before putting some distance between them. “No we don’t have to. But….I’m probably going to ask you later.”

He nods as they board the train. Once seated, he leans against the window and stares out at the night lights. He can see Jiwon looking at him through the reflection in the window.

The train ride back to his apartment is mostly silent, only punctuated by the occasional buzz of Jiwon’s phone. When a group of rowdy teenagers come to sit across the aisle from them, Jiwon shifts closer, legs and body repositioning themselves to create some kind of protective barrier between them and the noise. He wonders if Jiwon even knows when his body does things like that. The thought kills him inside and he tells himself that he really has to try and meet Jiwon half-way tonight.

*** It was a bad-good night.

Mino is still beating him after all these years. That was bad.

But Hanbin actually kissed him. Twice. In a room with other people in it. That was good.

The start of the night was already a blur. He remembers performing, the noise and adrenaline, but mostly, he remembers looking into the crowd and finding that one smiling face. It’s his favourite face.

Hanbin.

That guy is killing him slower than the Fugees song.

The thought makes him smile to himself as he replies to all his text messages on their train ride home.

Maybe the touching under the table at the restaurant was too much but their kiss backstage was no ordinary kiss. Sure, it was brief (way too brief), but there was enough time for him to feel Hanbin’s tongue licking into his mouth and the way those sharp teeth bit his lip on the way out.

Well, Hanbin said that he was ready for new things and Jiwon was ready to believe him. But as much as he wants to ask for more, he knows he needs to be patient. So he sits on the train, hands to himself, checking his messages as Hanbin looks out the window, probably thinking whatever faraway thoughts that he likes to think about.

He’s in the middle of replying to his brother’s message when Hanbin suddenly leans against him, lips next to his right ear and fingers playing nervously with the edge of his tshirt.

“I want it too. Just so you know.”

And just like that he’s leaning away and looking out the window again, like he just told Jiwon something mundane about the weather. Like it was no big deal.

“Okay…..but what do you want?” He asks in a quiet, cautious voice.

Hanbin looks at him through the reflection in the window. “Whatever you want.”

“What do I want?”

“Everything.”

Maybe he can’t surprise Hanbin like he used to but Hanbin still surprises him all the time. Just shocks and knocks him off his feet like a category 5 storm.

He opens his mouth but doesn’t know how to respond. What do you say to something like that? He’s never had this kind of conversation before. With anyone.

He turns his phone back on.

[yeah i do want everything with you. thank you for telling me]

He watches Hanbin take out his own phone and look at the screen for a long time before replying.

[thank you for being here]

[wasn’t going to let you walk home by yourself]

[That’s not what I meant. Thank you for still being here.]

Still.

It’s that one word that sets him alight with overwhelming fondness and makes his mind scream with the thought that maybe maybe maybe…..he can finally stop looking for other people. That maybe he did something right. That maybe This Is It. That maybe there is nobody else after this because there doesn’t need to be anybody else.

[its where i wanna be]

[me too]

And then he’s textless.

Speechless and textless.

It’s a small miracle that they even make it to Hanbin’s apartment without getting lost or mugged because they’re still five levels deep inside their heads when they finally reach the front door.

He watches Hanbin drop the keys and bite at his bottom lip in frustration when he can’t find the right one. It gets him on edge, like he was somehow meeting Hanbin for the first time again.

It’s dim when they finally push into the apartment, the only light coming from the streetlamps peaking through the gaps in Hanbin’s curtains. He turns to find the light switch but there’s a firm grip on his arm.

“Jiwon?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you want to stay the night?”

In the darkness he can see the wide hopeful eyes and hear the nerves in that shy quiet voice. It makes him want to burn from the inside out.

“Yeah. I do.”

#Cloudy With A Chance #i need you all to know that that Fugees song is highly relevant to this story #i should probably also apologise for this #hahahahahahahsorryyyyy #it's been 84 years! but finally an update #this is probably my favourite chapter so naturally it'll be the one everyone likes the least #it's like my runt of the litter #a bit ugly and scrappy but my favourite hahaha #text #double b #hanbin #bobby

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Cloudy With A Chance

Part 13: …of no surprises.

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Some time between the dinners in Hanbin’s apartment, late night phone calls and text conversations about writer’s block and car engines, Jiwon realises he just knows things about Hanbin now. Random but important and specific things that weave and intertwine to tell a story about a boy, like how a bird will collect seemingly disconnected things to build a nest.

He never set out to get this deep.

It’s June who gets him thinking about it during a Saturday morning Metal Gear Solid marathon.

“So how’s things with your hot boyfriend?”

He grimaces as they pause the game for a lunch break. “Can you not call him that?”

June throws down the controller and rolls his eyes. “Geez. Okay. So how are things with that ugly guy you vaguely know?”

“We’re fine.”

“I knew you were going to say that.” June laughs as they get up from the couch and pad to the kitchen to eat the rice and noodles Yoyo had made before he left to visit his sister that morning. “Must be getting serious when you start pretending like you have nothing to say.”

He helps set the table and thinks on June’s words for a long time before replying. “It’s not that. I just…I don’t know if he’d want me to tell everyone about it. He likes things the way they are right now. Shit. I shouldn’t have even told you that.”

“I won’t tell the police.” June snickers. “You guys not spending the weekend together?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, he has to take his sister to her dance competitions and stuff. I wanted to come but I got the feeling he wasn’t ready for that kind of thing. I think it’s good for him to have breaks from me. He won’t say it or anything sometimes you can tell he needs it.”

June gives him a curious look. “Oh really?”

“What?”

June just shakes his head and chuckles, almost in sympathy. “Nothing, nothing. You finally figured out how to read him properly huh?”

They sit facing each other and he watches as June starts eating, remnants of the amused expression still on his face. “I figured out some things. Not everything.” He shrugs and picks up his chopsticks. It’d probably take him 8 lifetimes to figure out everything about Hanbin.

“How’s his book going?”

“He told you about it?” He asks in surprise, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “I didn’t know he was telling other people.”

“Relax Frank Farmer. He’s not spilling all your secrets. It just accidentally came out a few weeks ago when he was calling me and Yo for help with that business article.”

“Ah, okay.” He laughs it off, trying to be casual and ignoring June’s knowing look. “I don’t really know how it’s going to be honest. He said he’ll let me read it when I win a mic night.”

June snorts. “When you win one? Not ‘if’ you win one? He’s optimistic.”

It’s Jiwon’s turn to laugh at that. Hanbin is one of the most pessimistic people he’s ever met. “He probably meant ‘if’.”

“Personally, I find his faith in you disturbing. I told him to go get his vision and hearing checked. Anyways, you’ve been meaning to get back into the rap thing for ages, why’d you decide to do it now? Is it because of him?”

A smile spreads across his face, involuntarily and completely out of his control, as they tend to do now whenever someone mentions Hanbin.

“I don’t know. I just told him to start writing his book and he did. He told me to get back into rap. So I did. That’s it.” He shrugs, not wanting June to ask him any more questions. He feels like he’s said too much already, betrayed Hanbin and their low-key relationship in some way or accidentally left the door open for someone else to walk into their private World.

June pauses in contemplation mid-chew. He’s known June for so long that he can almost see the speech on the tip of his tongue. Strangely enough, it never comes.

All June says is, “Wow.”

“What’s wow?”

“You guys are fucking disgusting. Take your perfect young romance somewhere else. I’m trying to eat here.”

Okay, so he wasn’t being completely honest before. Despite all of June’s pointed looks and leading questions, he didn’t really put much stock into how well he and Hanbin knew each other. It only really hits him two weeks later when Hanbin comes over for dinner after work, arms laden with food and a laptop.

“I got a lasagne. You still want that right? You said you hadn’t had one in ages.”

He nods, taking the box of food from Hanbin and following him into the small kitchen. The first thing he notices is the distinct lack of commercial packaging. The second thing he notices is the Mickey Mouse tupperware container. He’s not entirely sure why it shocks him but it does.

“Hey. Did you make…all this?” He asks hesitantly, gesturing to the box.

Hanbin is already crouching down to turn on the oven. “Uh-huh.”

“No offence but since when did you cook?”

Hanbin stands and grins. “Don’t trust me? Think it’s poisoned?”

He shakes his head furiously. “What? No no no. That’s not how I meant it! I’m just surprised.”

“Yeah, you’re always surprised. One day you’re going to realise that I can actually do a lot of things.”

“I know you can! I’m just surprised. Can’t a guy just be surprised? Don’t I ever surprise you?”

Hanbin laughs, bending down to put the dish of lasagne into the oven. “Only sometimes.”

He stares at Hanbin’s face. This is the part he hasn’t figured out yet; when Hanbin’s replies are so short that he can’t tell if they’re complimentary or insulting. “Only sometimes?”

“You did a lot in the beginning but I don’t know if I’d call anything a surprise now. When you do things…it just makes sense for you to be good at them.” Hanbin says, smirky face now replaced with a more sheepish expression.

He’s not sure how to respond to that so he’s relieved when Hanbin turns around to start putting the other food containers into his fridge. There’s something so domestic and natural about the action that it makes his stomach drop.

How can he ever get used to this?

“Okay, so dinner will probably take about 30 minutes. I really need to edit my article, it’s due in 2 days.” Hanbin says, picking up his laptop and sitting down at the dining table like he didn’t just cause Jiwon’s brain to temporarily freeze.

“Okay.” He replies distractedly, still stuck in the brain fog. He manages to sit down at the table eventually, drumming his fingers and feeling weirdly unsettled, even though he was in his own apartment.

“Hey?” Hanbin says from behind the laptop screen.

“Yeah?”

“That’s really annoying.”

“Sorry.” He gets up and wanders out of the kitchen. He can hear Hanbin laughing and calling out after him.

“Oh my god, you don’t have to leave!”

He’s not upset but he does need some time to chill out and get his brain back online. Collapsing on his bed, he stares at the ceiling and marvels at everything happening to him right now. A few months ago Hanbin wasn’t even in his life. A few weeks ago he found himself wondering if they’d ever see the insides of each other’s apartments. A few minutes ago, well….he might’ve started believing in some impossible things.

****

Hanbin watches as Jiwon sulks his way out of the kitchen.

“Oh my god, you don’t have to leave!” He says with a laugh. Despite his work deadlines he was feeling light and optimistic.

He barely recognises himself. He doesn’t know the person who has made all these new decisions on his behalf. Coming over to Jiwon’s apartment on a Wednesday was a stupid stupid idea. He has to edit his entire article in 2 days because the research had taken up so much of his time. Old-Hanbin would be on the couch in yesterday’s sweatpants, eating instant noodles or take-away, tearing his hair out in stress as his eyes go blind from staring at the laptop screen for too long.

New-Hanbin was sitting at Jiwon’s dining table, in Jiwon’s apartment, waiting for the lasagne he made to finish baking in the oven. He’s still stressed (because when was he not?) but its sharp edge was getting more blunt now that there was another person to share it with.

No. He really doesn’t recognise this new version of himself at all.

Shaking his head, he refocuses back on his article. There’s peaceful silence in the apartment and he manages to get through a large section of editing. The oven fan is strangely comforting as it hums in the background. Or maybe it was just because he was in Jiwon’s apartment and everything here was comforting.

He’s on page three when he hears Jiwon shuffling back into the kitchen to hover over his shoulder. For a few seconds his paranoia and anxiety take over, causing his heart rate to spike as he looks nervously behind him, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

“You okay?”

“Can I show you something?”

“Yeah, hang on a sec.” He presses save and puts the laptop into sleep mode. “Okay, what is it?”

A small flyer gets put down on the table, just a plain black page with white writing. He leans over to read it.

MOBSCENE MIC NIGHT. 8pm September 5th.

“What exactly is this?” He looks up at Jiwon in confusion. “Something you want to go to?”

“Something I’m in actually.”

His eyes widen and he turns around in the chair so they’re facing each other. “Seriously?! You’re going to compete in this thing?!”

Jiwon smiles but shrugs. It’s been awhile since Hanbin figured out that the action means he’s excited or proud but trying keep his cool.

He kneels on his chair and pulls Jiwon in for a hug. “I hope you destroy everybody.”

He feels Jiwon’s laugh against his chest more than he hears it. “The other guys are pretty good. I just heard that Mino was going. He’s been wining everything lately.”

“So what? You’re better.” He says against Jiwon’s neck.

Strong arms tighten around him. “We’ll see. I haven’t gone up against him in awhile. We used to run with the same crew in Uni.”

“So you know all his weaknesses. Makes it more easy to take him out.”

There’s another laugh against his chest and a quick kiss on his right cheek. “We’re talking about a Battle of Rap, not a Battle Royale.”

He shrugs. “Same difference. The last guy standing should be you.”

It’s then that Jiwon pulls away slightly to look at him nervously. “Do you want to come? You don’t have to if you’re busy or whatever. June and Yo will be there too. So it won’t be all weird if you’re still worried about people seeing us together and-what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

He’s not entirely sure what his face looks like but he knows exactly what his heart looks like.

“I’ll be there.”

He’s feeling brave so he leans forward to press their lips together. When he pulls away there’s another wide-eye-look of surprise on Jiwon’s face again. He loves that he can still do that to him.

“And um, I think I’m okay if people see us together.” He starts shakily, heart hammering inside his chest and eyes fixed on Jiwon’s earrings instead of his face. “I mean, not all crazy or anything but I think that I’m ready for a few new things. Not everything…..just a few more things.”

He buries his face into Jiwon’s neck, mainly to hide the annoying blush that he can never seem to avoid in these situations.

“Okay.”

It’s all Jiwon says but Hanbin doesn’t mind. He finds himself cocooned in another soft hug and he can feel one hand squeezing the back of his neck, as if to tap out some kind of Jiwon Morse Code.

They don’t need to say anything else to each other. Who needs regular words when you’ve got your own language?

#Cloudy With A Chance #ahh finalllllyyyyyy #this took ages because i actually deleted the original and did another re-write #AGAIN #oh well #text #double b #hanbin #bobby

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