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Always Right Here - 6.9k

bestie!jihoon x fem!reader

[TREASURE Jihoon since there’s an abundance of Jihoons]

sum: your best friend has always been there for you, but had you ever noticed the way he looks at you? [friends to lovers]

warnings: swearing, mentions of one sided toxic relationship, angst, alcohol consumption, everyone is aged up but not like a lot (use your imagination lol), fluff, suggestive (if you squint)

song rec: Paradise - Bazzi

A/N: Treasure is coming back soon and in honour of the boys being let out of YG’s basement i decided to finish this fic that’s been sitting in my computer for ages! I’m working on a nsfw piece to go with it, so stay tuned i guess, i hope you enjoy! <3

“‘Hoon, I need to break something.”

“Say no more, I’ll be there in ten.” He hangs up the phone and you exhale loudly. You were so grateful you could count on your best friend, Jihoon.

It had been a couple days since your latest break-up. You’d broken up a few times over the years with guys that you weren’t meant to be with, fair enough, life is like that - it doesn’t always work out.

But you didn’t know which emperor you’d offended in a past life to deserve this shit.

The bastard, who does not even deserve being addressed by name in your book, had started out fairly decently; by that it means he didn’t exhibit any misogynistic and/or psychotic tendencies and well, the bar was low. No, it was’t just low, you correct yourself, the bar was in hell.

Literal hell, that’s what your relationship amounted to be.

You’d never been gaslit like this, made a fool of and emotionally manipulated before. It was when you found out on top of all that he cheated too, that you’d said goodbye without hesitation.

Yet the damage was done.

Your nerves were torn, your blood pressure used to spiking when you got worked up, and your pent up anger needed release. Not only that but your trust in people had taken a huge blow and you thought that it would take a long time before you tried dating anyone again.

Jihoon as your right hand pal had witnessed it first hand and even told you to leave him after the first few weeks of the relationship. (At the time you hadn’t realised all of it was lies, but after some digging and prodding it turned out there was barely anything true came out of that bastard’s mouth.)

“I don’t know how a human like that exists.” Jihoon had pointed out, to which you’d bitterly said:

“He’s probably not even the worst one out there.”

Now you’re standing in your room after work, late Friday afternoon, clothes strewn all over the floor in an attempt to clean your place as a form of therapy, yet it had ended in disaster. There had been too many clothes that needed proper sorting and a lot of laundry had resurfaced from the depths of your closet. And it wasn’t just clothes you’d tried to organise; there were so many misplaced things, stuff you’d kept telling yourself you’d sort out later. Well, later sometimes meant never.

And now ‘never’ meant at the totally wrong time to try to do anything.

It was a mess. You were starting to tear up in frustration. Why couldn’t you just figure things out? It wasn’t even about that guy, it was you feeling like all you could do was make mistakes. You wanted to just throw punches at the clothes and kick and scream your pent up energy away, but instead you slid down the nearest wall.

Your front door opens with a buzz, signalling that someone had unlocked it with the correct passcode. Jihoon. You’d let him know for emergencies. Or just when you couldn’t be bothered to go and open the door. Like right now. He even guessed that you’d be buried somewhere, if not in clothes but maybe under a blanket, and couldn’t open the door.

Currently it was the former, a pile of clothes almost hiding your place on the floor.

Jihoon soon came into view through your open door, having scanned around the apartment presumably looking for any fatalities before coming to your room.

“Hello? Where are you?” He calls out as he gets to the bedroom. He stops in the doorway, finally spotting you. You look miserable, a frown glued to your face.

“Hey,” he says, voice softening. He manoeuvres through some of the piles of clothes to get to the wall you’re sitting against. Jihoon was fairly tall and broad but he successfully origamies himself to sit by your side. It was always entertaining seeing him trying such a feat, even when you were feeling low. You almost smile.

“Hi, thanks for coming.” You nudge his knee with yours affectionately.

“What’s going on? Hmm?” He looks at you from the side, trying to analyse your face discretely.

“God, Jihoon, I’m really trying to be an adult about it, but it’s so hard.” You whine.

“Listen, I think you’ve handled the situation better than he deserves. Honestly, I would have scratched his car before I left.” He replies.

“Don’t give me ideas.” You mutter. “I’m the bigger person, I’m really not that petty, it’s just so frustrating.” Even as you said that you paused, a sudden image of a car with several broken eggs spilling down its windows flitted through your mind. What if-

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it.” Jihoon pokes your knee to snap you out of it.

“What? I wasn’t going to do anything.” You say defensively.

“Yeah, aha, sure.” You could almost feel him rolling his eyes. “Listen, you’re going to need time to process it all, and to heal from it. It will be annoying and a long process but think of it as a lesson learned, something you can grow from.”

“Jeez, this is why I call you; you always say some mumbo jumbo about growth and it makes sense.” You admired it about Jihoon, how he could look on the bright side, but it wasn’t something you did all too often.

“Well, I am rather wise, you see, Dori.” The childhood nickname rolls of his tongue and you feel a smile threatening to break over your face. You were always Dori, laughing and running into trouble and Jihoon, like Marlin, had to talk you out of it time and time again. (Unless of course he was the one charging full speed ahead.)

“Shut it, dork.” Your words lack force and you lean your head on his shoulder, feeling a lot better after having him with you.

“Hey, do you still want to break something?” He says nonchalantly. You shift to look at him, immediately suspicious.

“I’m listening.”

That’s how you had ended up where you were; a Rage Room.

You’d never heard of such a thing before but Jihoon explained as he drove. The concept is simple: people running the rooms collect old stuff that can’t really be used any more or needs to be recycled, and let people smash the items as a safe way to cathartically expel your anger.

It was kind of perfect and exactly what you needed. You arrive at what looked like an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. Within fifteen minutes, you and Jihoon were kitted out in jumpsuits, visored helmets, gloves and armed with a baseball bat each.

The owner’s son, Junghwan takes you through the warehouse, but stops at a room where it looked like someone was just finishing their session.

“Just a second,” Junghwan leaves the two of you at the doorway. Inside there were two guys amidst a floor full of smashed items, who were now spray painting the walls - several square meters were already finished with massive pieces of graffiti, the two of them standing together in the middle trying to complete what looked like a massive diamond.

Junghwan knocks on the door to get their attention. The two turn and you can see them wearing masks, presumably to help with the spray fumes.

“Are you almost done?” He asks. The slightly shorter guy nods.

“Almost, but we’re going to need another room for some action shots.” He peers over at you and Jihoon. “Are they going to a room now?”

“Yeah, I’m taking them to room 2.”

“Oh that’s good timing,” the other quips up. Junghwan turns around and beckons you over. You greet each other quickly, introductions brief. The two of them introduced themselves as Yoshi and Asahi. They were artists who are working on a room as a piece for their next exhibition, but were also doing promo for the warehouse.

“It would be really awesome if we could just take some photos of you guys as you smash stuff, y’know for the website. And if we use any photos for the exhibition, we’ll pay you a cut for modelling.” Yoshi smiles hopefully at you.

“Yeah, that would be okay with me.” You look at Jihoon, gauging his reaction.

“Me too.” He says, nodding.

“Great! I’ll get my camera,” Asahi replies. “You guys go ahead.”

Junghwan leads you down the hall and into a room numbered 2; a small yet deceptively spacious square room with half painted grey walls and a boarded up window. The only light inside was coming from a long LED bar mounted to the wall on your right and the room was filled with an assortment of junk, like an IKEA for trash. There was an old coffee table, a tea set, an old monitor, several cardboard boxes, chipped plates, and a million other tings, you name it, it was probably there.

The two of you stand in the room taking stock of everything. This was going to be awesome. You turn to look at Jihoon, who was grinning from ear to ear. He felt you looking and met your eyes, his full of mischief.

“Am I the best or what?” He’s practically buzzing, you note. You roll your eyes, now grinning too. “Come on, tell me I’m the best, ‘cause you know I am.” he bats his eyelashes at you, waiting for your approval.

You cracked. “Yeah, you’re best, ‘Hoonie.” You nudge his arm gently with your baseball bat as you make your way further into the room.

Yoshi and Asahi had instructed you to start smashing little things whilst they got their equipment ready so it was just you and Jihoon in the room.

“It’s so dumb, we only dated for what? Three months?” Smash! There goes a broken teapot. “Now I’m now acting like my husband of three decades cheated on me and left me with three screaming children.” Smash! A matching cup.

“Three and a half, you dramatic bean.” Jihoon replies from his spot sitting on the coffee table. You stop mid-swing at the old monitor.

“Huh?”

“You dated him for three and a half months. I remember because it was your birthday and you said it was the worst birthday you ever had.” Jihoon gets up to join you. You recalled said birthday and shake your head absent-mindedly; he’d made you cry that day. Jihoon didn’t hesitate before smashing a glass vase. “Jerk.” He mutters and you were sure he was recalling the same thing.

“Good, you guys already started.” A voice behind you says. Asahi is standing in his blue jumpsuit, camera ready as Yoshi trails him in with an extra light, holding it up like a lantern.

It was simple; all you had to do was smash the items one by one. You and Jihoon looked at each other.

“That’s what we came to do. Let’s go!”

Your baseball bat suddenly feels perfect in your hand, the grip of the glove giving you some security that it wouldn’t just fly out of your hand as you swung at the old monitor. You make contact with a loud thud as you hear the camera’s perfectly timed click, and the screen cracks as the monitor flies away from you.

“Perfect, keep going!” Asahi encourages from behind you. In a split second you’re swinging at a cardboard box, dust flying as you maim it with all your might. Adrenalin courses through your veins, and soon you’re swinging left and right, finding items within a flash. It never occurred to you in your frenzy that you couldn’t hear Jihoon smashing anything.

He’s standing near by, shouting encouragements with Yoshi as you tore through the room, hits synching with Asahi’s camera clicks. You’re far too happy, in your own little bubble, the guys’ shouts fading to background noise, and you realise you’re laughing as you let the energy rush out of you.

What you don’t realise is the way your shoe lace becomes undone as you’re bashing a poor, innocent lamp (it was old and torn anyway) when you step back, laughing through your high and you suddenly feel something is incredibly wrong. Your centre of gravity is shifting and the world is tilting in slow motion.

You’re falling, waiting to make impact with the ground, baseball still gripped tightly in your hand, but you never do. Instead, a pair of strong arms catch you in mid air and hold you up, Jihoon’s concerned face coming into view as he stops you from falling.

Your mind barely registers the camera’s click as you stare into Jihoon’s eyes. You couldn’t remember if you’d ever looked at each other’s faces this close up before, where you could feel his breath fanning across your face where your visor ended. He holds you up awkwardly after a second, helping you dust off. He chuckles half-heartedly whilst your heart hammers in your chest. You were practically vibrating with adrenalin.

“You good?” Jihoon asks. You nod, still a little shocked.

“Yeah, all good.” You’re panting slightly, but you weren’t sure it was because of all the swinging.

“That was really great,” Asahi calls. He’s looking down at the camera, surveying all the images he captured. “Honestly, I think we’ve got enough material. Thanks, you guys!”

“Yeah, seriously, thanks, and we’ll send you that last photo, it was super cute.” Yoshi adds sweetly. “Remember to leave a phone number with Junghwan!” And with that you say your goodbyes and part with the artists.

There’s barely anything left intact after your little rampage as you scan the room looking for survivors.

“Damn, you really went all out, I respect that.” Jihoon kicks a stray piece of something unidentifiable away. “Are you ready to go home?”

“Actually, yes.”

By ‘home’, Jihoon meant his place. To drink. Not that you were complaining. You ordered some takeaway on the way back and texted Jihoon’s little brother, Jeongwoo, to let him know dinner was on the way.

Their apartment was in a semi-old four storey building, with no elevator and a lot of wooden steps. You lugged the food up three flights of stairs whilst Jihoon carried the alcohol you’d stocked up on. It wasn’t anything much, but you insisted to buy some more in case some of his friends showed up. Hyunsuk and Junkyu lived next door and often joined in on the stay in nights, whether it was a horror movie night (they were cowards just like Jihoon) or random beer pong games you played for nostalgia’s sake.

You open the front door with the key, a copy Jihoon had given you, and shoulder your way through. The Park brothers’ place wasn’t the messiest you’d ever witnessed but it certainly wasn’t anywhere as clean as your friend Mashiho’s place downtown. You deposit the bags on the empty kitchen table and flop down on the nearest chair. You had got to work on your cardio ‘cause those three flights of stairs took you out. Or maybe it was all the smashing.

It was the smashing, you decide.

“Jeongwoo, we’re home!” Jihoon yells in the general direction of their bedrooms. It was pretty much dinner time anyway so you’d expected to see Jeongwoo home from college already. As if on cue, the door swings open to reveal a sleepy Jeongwoo.

“Hello?” He barely finishes the word before a massive yawn breaks through his mouth. You smile fondly, remembering how tiny this kid had been, but now he was a grown up, tall, almost taller than Jihoon, and it makes you feel old.

“Did you have a nice nap?” You ask as you started unpacking the food. Jeongwoo trudges toward the kitchen table, sweats and t-shirt all crumpled up.

“How did you know I just woke up?” He bites back a yawn and and scans the boxes you laid out, and you swear you hear his stomach growling. Typical college kid; waits on someone else to get him food.

“Kid, I’ve known you since you were shorter than me.” You say pointedly.

“Touché,” he nods. Jihoon brings some plates and cutlery to the table and you end up dishing some of the food out as the boys talk about this and that. Jeongwoo had studied at the library and come home early, then passed out. Poor thing, you thought, college really takes it out of you.

“So what did you guys do today?” Jeongwoo asks. You and Jihoon share a look that you can only imagine spells mischief. “Uh, what the fuck, you guys are creeping me out.”

“We broke some stuff.” You grin. “It was pretty cool.”

“Please tell me we will not be hearing from the cops again,” Jeongwoo groans with a mouthful of food. “I swear I’m the only adult here.”

“Oh relax, this time it was legal.” Jihoon says.

“Okay.” Jeongwoo continues to chew, the three of you getting lost in your food. “Hey, wait- what do you mean this time?”

It wasn’t long after you finished your meal that you broke out the alcohol. Jeongwoo said he had some thing tomorrow so he decided to go and prepare for that then sleep, so it was just you and Jihoon sitting on the couch, the TV a blur in front of you, drinking out of coffee mugs because they didn’t have much else, and if they did, it was dirty.

You were halfway through your second mug of liquor as the fatigue hit you. You were exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally, unequivocally exhausted. You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, your mind slowing down and shutting off. You finally stopped thinking and became numb enough.

“Jihoon?” You ask.

“Hmm?” You could feel the vibration pass through where your arms and shoulders were touching.

“Why are people like that?”

He doesn’t ask like what because he knows what you mean. He always seems to know. He doesn’t say anything for a while. You guess he’s coming up with an answer, that or he’s fallen asleep next to you.

“I guess some people just are. There’s lots of reasons why they are, but just because there’s a reason to explain it, doesn’t mean it’s justified.”

“Wow, I guess you are the wiser one of us, old man.” You hit his shoulder with yours playfully.

“‘Old man’? Who are you calling ‘old man’? Hyunsuk’s the old man.” He laughs and shifts so he can see you, his eyes shinning as he looks at you. Suddenly you feel such a pang of affection for Jihoon, he really came over at the drop of a hat and hung out with you; you hadn’t really thought about what he might have been doing before that.

“Why did you come over to mine? You didn’t have to. I’m glad you did but you were probably busy.”

“Caught good timing, otherwise it would have been a phone call, making sure you don’t hurt someone, or yourself actually. Remember that time in high school when that guy ditched you for another girl at prom?” He doesn’t pause long enough for you to think about it. “You threw punch at him.”

“And?”

“And? You threw the whole bowl!” He gestures wildly with his hands. “They kicked us out after that, Hyunsuk had to pay for that guy’s dry cleaning ‘cause we didn’t have money on us.” You don’t mean to but you start chuckling at the memory. Jihoon doesn’t mean to, but he joins you.

“The teacher’s faces were priceless after they found out why I threw it, they didn’t really want to punish me.”

“It’s not funny, he could have been hurt. It was a big bowl.” He says as you both snort with laughter.

“Fine, I don’t think things through, but I learned from you.” You shrug. Jihoon’s jaw drops.

“How dare you!” He roars with laughter, not because it’s particularly funny but because the alcohol is really taking effect in both of you by now. But you do dare, because it’s Jihoon, and if you didn’t dare to him, then you’d dare to no one ever.

You wake up with the grossest hangover, your head thumping as you look up at the ceiling in the living room where you fell asleep on the couch last night. You’re in one of Jihoon’s t-shirts and sweats that he’d lent you, and feel a blanket covering your body and assume Jihoon must have thrown it on you before he went to bed. You glance at the clock, and it’s only around ten in the morning but the sun is streaming in through the blinds and you groan at the intense light, turning to curl up against the pillows.

A door opens up somewhere in the apartment and you hear some shuffling coming towards you. You make an effort to raise yourself up slightly to see who it is and you find Jeongwoo, bright and awake and totally the opposite of what you’re feeling (as if you have a smelly goblin in your mouth).

“Morning.” He says as he passes by and starts making coffee.

“Hi,” you shuffle until you’re sitting, watching what he’s doing. “How are you up already?” You croak.

“I have work to do,” he says, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Jeongwoo puts the kettle to boil and you call bullshit.

“Yeah right, who’s house are you going to play video games at today?” You ask.

“Haruto’s,” he mumbles in defeat. As if on cue, there’s a knock on the front door and you hurry to smooth out the (probably) bird’s nest on your head in an attempt not to terrify however it is that comes in.

“Oh, hey YN!” Haruto walks in, and you feel super self-conscious; you’re the adult here after all, what kind of example are you setting for the kids? Seeing you hungover and passed out on your best friend’s couch?

“Hey, Haru.” you greet him, a fellow regular at the Park’s residence. You get up and mumble something about washing up.

“You want some coffee?” Jeongwoo calls as you scurry to the bathroom.

“Sure, thanks!” You reply and shut the door, breathing a sigh of relief.

You take care of the nest situation and wash your face with cold water to bring a semblance of life to your cheeks and eyes. You brush your teeth with a spare, new toothbrush and make a mental note to buy a replacement. You feel and look more alive. Sorta.

In the living room/ kitchen you find Jeongwoo and Haruto drinking coffee, a glass of water and a fresh mug waiting for you too at the kitchen table. You smile and thank the kids, taking a sip, first of the water and then the coffee. You notice the two are smiling about something amongst themselves and you start to get a weird feeling. Was there something on your face?

“Alright, spit it out.” You chide gently. Jeongwoo looks up, eyes wide. Thankfully Haruto is honest and blunt by nature so he doesn’t hesitate.

“We just saw some photos, that’s all.” He can’t contain the tiny smirk that appears on his face. You look at them, mildly concerned, contemplating whether you want to know or not. Something intuitively tells you to press them.

“Of what?” You ask hesitantly.

“Just something our friend Junghwan sent us.” Haruto twiddles his thumbs around his coffee mug. Your brain is still lazy and hungover but something about the name kickstarts it into action. It rings a bell but from where? You sit, puzzled for a minute. The recollection makes your brain ache a little and you scrunch your eyes closed.

“Ah, your friend from the rage room warehouse.” You say. “Wait- you know him?” Suddenly you start to put it together; no wonder Jihoon knew about it and got you in quickly.

“Yeah, you want to see?” Jeongwoo holds out his phone. You sigh and take it, guessing it was just one of the photos that Asahi took of you and Jihoon smashing shit but you’re taken aback by what you see on the little screen.

It’s from yesterday, taken in the rage room but it captured a moment of serenity. It was the image of Jihoon holding you up in his arms, the two of you visor to visor and it looks like some modern interpretation of those classic photos where the man dips the woman before he kisses her passionately. It makes your stomach curl because that is so not what you and Jihoon were like, right?

There’s something odd tugging at the corners of your mind but you ignore it and thumb at the screen, where Jeongwoo had left the album open. There’s a few photos of you in action, bat swinging, mid-laugh but you’re not prepared for the last photo. It’s of Jihoon and he’s standing to one side, watching you presumably, but it’s the look on his face that strikes you.

Is that how he looked at you?

It makes you do a double take; you’d known Jihoon for years beyond belief and yet this image of him was completely new to you; there’s a small smile tugging at his lips and his eyes are so soft, softer than you’d ever seen-

You snap yourself out of it, not wanting to let on how much seeing the photos had affected you and hand back the phone to Jeongwoo.

“So, are you and hyung da- ow!” Haruto starts but cries out in pain. Jeongwoo glares at him but you miss it.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You reach out towards him but he shakes his head.

“I’m fine, just a f-foot cramp, that’s all.” He assures you. You don’t buy it but you nod. You hadn’t noticed Jihoon walk up behind you at the table so you jump when you hear his voice.

“Are me and YN what?” He asks, eyebrows raised attentively.

“Hyung! Um, are you going to use the car today?” Jeongwoo cuts in, voice hopeful.

“No, but I’m not letting you take it, you’re not experienced enough yet.” Jihoon walks around you, patting your shoulder as he goes to get a cup of coffee for himself. The gesture shouldn’t make an impact but it does and you stare after him.

“Please,” Jeongwoo begs, drawing out the word with a whine. Haruto looks up at Jihoon too, putting on his best puppy eyes.

“Nope, I’m serious.” Jihoon pours himself a mug. The two boys across you turn to look at you instead, hopes of convincing Jihoon resting on you now and you’re startled. So you were the authority now, is that it?

Jihoon comes to sit down next to you, sipping on his coffee, ignoring the two of them.

You look at them, taking in their pleading pouts and the way they clasp their hands at you comically. You sigh and break.

“Oh come on, Hoonie, let them take it.” You start, suddenly turning to him and thinking on your feet. “How is Jeongwoo going to improve if he doesn’t practice driving?” You ask, making up the argument on the spot. “And besides…” you think hard. “How did you get here, Haruto?”

“Bus.”

You don’t skip a beat.

“And besides, buses on Saturdays take forever to come around, you don’t want them wasting their youth waiting for the bus, do you?” You say dramatically. Jihoon doesn’t blink and takes another sip of coffee.

“Please, hyung, those are very good arguments.” Jeongwoo begs.

“They are very good arguments.” Jihoon concedes but he’s not budging. You tilt your head, starting to beg too. You edge up closer to him and grab on to his arm, where the skin of his biceps meets his t-shirt sleeve and you feel the hard muscle under your fingers as he stiffens while you shake his arm gently.

“Come on, they’re grown up now, you can trust them with the car. Also, Haruto has foot cramps, you saw.” You add in for good measure. And this one makes Jihoon hesitate; you see the cogs turning in his mind as he considers everything he’s heard. He exhales deeply and finally caves.

“Fine-” he says and the boys are cheering, high-fiving each other. “But! If there’s so much as a finger print on the paint job, I will wring yo-”

“They know, they know.” You pat Jihoon’s arm, trying to calm him down. “Go.” You mouth at the two boys and tilt your head towards the door. They beam at you, grinning so hard you see their pearly whites, and make themselves scarce.

After the door slams shut, Jihoon frowns.

“What was that?” He asks, catching your eye suddenly. You’d just finished the last sip of your coffee and you wonder what he’s talking about.

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, hello? We’re supposed to present a united front here! Can’t let them walk all over us, now what is he going to ask for? A party in the apartment!” Jihoon shakes his head in disbelief. You’re stuck somewhere in between ‘united front’ and ‘us’ and it doesn’t really make sense but you let it slide.

“God, Jihoon, you’re such a dad.” You chuckle and get up to clean the coffee mugs.

“You bet I am! I’m the only responsible one around here.” He says, trailing you with his own, now empty, coffee mug.

“Wow, ‘Look at me, I’m Jihoon, I’m so daddy but I won’t pay for your car insurance!’” You snort out a laugh as you decide to tease him as you wash the cups. You laugh by yourself and barely notice he’s gone quiet besides you. You only realise as his phone pings that he was standing there silently.

“It’s Mashiho; he wants to know if we’re down for basketball later?” He says.

“Sure, tell him to count us in.”

It’s kind of laughable actually.

The score is doubled in favour of your team, which consists of you, Jihoon and Mashiho. On the other side you have Hyunsuk, Junkyu and Jaehyuk. It strikes you how bad the game is going for them; Hyunsuk running around chasing the ball but not actually ever managing to dribble it, Junkyu gets the ball, manages to half dribble to the other side of the court but trips on his own feet and Jaehyuk - Jaehyuk’s too busy talking to you, a non-stop conversation that you’re half-heartedly carrying on not to seem rude.

You get the ball and it’s seconds before you get to the other side and pass to Mashiho, who scores immediately, you swear all he has to do is look at the hoop and the ball just flies through it. You cheer him on and grin at Jihoon across the court from you. He’s half-smiling and you wonder if something’s wrong.

“Alright, I think it’d only be fair if we swapped teams, c’mon Mashiho.” Jaehyuk begs. Mashiho takes a sip of water from a bottle on the side of the court and nods.

“Okay, I’ll go on Hyunsuk and Junkyu’s team, Jaehyuk take my place.”

It seems to be exactly what Jaehyuk wants as he smiles and runs over to you. You continue the game, grabbing the ball and starting to move through the court. You run into a slight wall of Hyunsuk and Junkyu so you bounce a pass to Jihoon. It almost seemed like those two had started to pick up a strategy; targeting one player at a time. Their plan might have worked in some alternate universe but there was three of you.

Jihoon is looking for someone to pass to but Jaehyuk isn’t far off from where you are and so you rush to make it but Mashiho’s faster and manages to defend against Jihoon and grabs the ball.

“Jaehyuk!” You hear Jihoon shout. “You have to move faster, dude!”

“Sorry!” But he’s mostly next to you, always a few feet away from you instead of chasing the ball. A little voice in your head starts to chime in occasionally, noticing how he’s become your shadow. Was he trying to flirt with you or something?

You wouldn’t be surprised. Jaehyuk was great but he had a tendency to be a pathological flirt, at least at times. No wonder he wasn’t focusing. You decide to pick up his slack. You run to other side of the court, joining Jihoon in trying to get through Mashiho and Hyunsuk. You signal him to pass and he finds you quickly, without so much as a properly aim in your direction. You grab the ball and take two steps before shooting. The ball makes its way into the basket and you hear your teammates cheering.

Jaehyuk is suddenly next to you, lifting you up in a bear hug from behind and you yelp but laugh along with him anyway. He puts you down and you grab some water from the side. Jihoon catches up and stands waiting for the water bottle - you’d been so dim and brought only one so you had to share. It’s ironic since you were already sharing everything else; you’d borrowed some more clothes from Jihoon, the action second nature to you so you never batted an eye when you did.

You fail to miss the look that’s in Jihoon’s eyes as he takes the bottle from you and sips, making sure to look away. You follow his gaze and see Jaehyuk looking vaguely in your direction, with what you thought was a surprised look on his face.

“Let’s play another fifteen.” Mashiho calls out behind you. Junkyu is standing, clutching the chainlink fence, panting like he ran a marathon.

“How about another ten, huh? I’m not sure I can make it.” He says.

“Me too, it’s fun, but all this running around made my feet hurt.” You hear Hyunsuk complain.

So you do play another ten. And the score evens out a little since Mashiho is basically a one man All Star team. You manage to get a few more shots in with Jihoon’s help but your score is only slightly ahead at the end.

You’re sweaty and tired but you’re happy, the buzz of the game making you grin as the adrenalin pumps through you. You say your goodbyes to Mashiho and Jaehyuk, the latter not missing to give you a sweet hug at the end, wrapping his around your frame where your sweat had soaked through Jihoon’s shirt. You feel self-conscious and pull away quickly, aware of just how gross you must be, but then again, he’s sweaty too.

The rest of you head back to the apartment building, walking in the late afternoon sun, Hyunsuk and Junkyu talking animatedly in front of you as you and Jihoon trail them on the sidewalk, Jihoon glowering in silence. You register his slight mood and you guess it’s probably just because Jaehyuk had made you two carry the team.

You’re back at his place not too long after that, having parted with the others a few minutes prior. Jihoon walks in a huff, b-lining to the sink to grab a glass and yanks the cold tap open to fill it up. He hunches over the sink and then gulps it down, chugging loudly, and you watch cautiously as he tips it back, his Adam’s apple bobbing harshly, making sure to get every last drop and you decide something is definitely wrong.

He finishes it and parts the glass from his lips with a rough gasp. The sound rocks through you and you approach him slowly, as if approaching a wild animal. (You weren’t sure why you’d approach a wild animal, but then again, you weren’t sure why you were approaching a clearly peeved Jihoon, so there was that.)

“Hey, Hoonie, mind sharing with the class?” You prompt him. He puts the glass down with an adamant thud. He takes a second to turn around and you’re surprised by the way he looks at you. His expression is unfamiliar and you wonder if you’d ever seen him like that, but your mind comes up blank.

“Don’t ‘hey, Hoonie’ me.” He says, his voice hard. “I’m going to shower.” He says quietly and then stalks past you. You’re not taking this.

“Wait, you can’t just leave me hanging like that! What’s wrong?” You ask more directly this time. You’ve made it half-way to the bathroom, you on Jihoon’s heels, before he turns around abruptly. You stutter in your step at how he glares into your eyes. There’s a heartbeat of silence.

“‘What’s wrong’?” He repeats back to you, voice scarily even. And for the first time ever, you have no idea what Jihoon is thinking, can’t figure out why he’s standing, almost panting, with a wild, unhinged look in his eyes.

“Yeah.” You confirm, but as soon as you say it, you think it was dumb to say anything.

“What’s wrong is that you just don’t see anything, do you?” He says quietly, shaking his head. “Did you not see the way Jaehyuk was looking at you? Constantly talking to you, and hugging you and flirting wi-”

“Is that what this is about?” You stop Jihoon’s tirade. He pauses, thinking of what to say but you don’t let him go on. “If that’s it then, no, I saw, I just didn’t care. So what if he’s flirting with me? It’s not like anything will happen, we’re just friends. And what’s it to you if he’s flirting with me, huh?”

Jihoon looks away, semi-defeated and you take the moment to do the math. You think you’re doing the equation wrong since the answer doesn’t make sense, there’s no reason for it, unless-

“Jihoon, are you jealous?” You ask. The question hangs in the air between you and you’re sure that you’ve hit a nerve, the space between you filling with conceded certainty. You scoff. “You are jealous…” you mutter.

“So what if I am?” He says and his tone of voice commands your attention. “Am I not allowed to be jealous?” You watch as his eyes bore into yours. You think he’s going to stop but he continues. “It’s not like it’s the first time. Do you know how hard it is to watch you be with other guys, right goddamn in front of me, all these years and not be able to do anything about it?”

“Jihoon…” you can’t find the words.

“You say you see but I don’t believe you. You haven’t seen what’s been right in front of you forever. You see everyone else around you but you don’t see the way I love you. I’m right here. Why won’t you look at me?” And the question makes his voice crack and you see the tears in his eyes, frustration clear on his face.

“You never asked.” You breathe out, scared of your own voice. “If you’d asked, I would have looked at you, like I am now.” It feels like you’re finally understanding; all these things that you thought were the love of a friend, were always so much more than that.

You felt it; the same way you’d felt when Jihoon caught you from falling, the way your heart had clenched at the photo that morning, knowing there was something important about it. There were countless other things in the catalogue of your friendship, years and years of instances that you’d felt something unexplainable but brushed it off as having found your best friend for life. You supposed you had.

“You are?” The hope in his voice clears the last of the fog in front of you away and you see it crystal clear - you and Jihoon, best friends and so, so much more. You feel the smile over your lips and nod.

“I am.”

In a blur Jihoon’s on you; arms wrapped around you, lips glued to yours. You feel the air knocked out of you but you pull yourself closer to him, basking in the feeling of his mouth moving against yours. You can’t believe yourself, having missed out on all this for years and in the back of your mind you’re determined to make up for all the lost time.

You kiss him with fervour, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders and you forget to breathe, but you realise, with a discovery such as this one on your hands, it didn’t seem like a big deal. You like the slight sting of breathlessness as you finally pull apart but your lips remain only mere centimetres away.

“I’m sorry I was a coward.” Jihoon whispers.

“And I’m sorry I didn’t pay attention.” You reply, hand coming to stroke his hair. “Why did you never try telling me how you felt?”

“Because I didn’t think you felt it too and it would ruin everything between us. You’re the most precious person to me in the world and I never want to lose you, but I was scared I might.”

“God, Jihoon…” you sigh. You think about what your answer would have been if he’d said something before and you feel a pang of sadness; you would have said yes. And now you have all this time to catch up on. It’s not like you weren’t together but now it would be different. Now it would be so much more. “Why don’t we try this for real? You and me, hmm?” You say against his lips. He lands a soft kiss and nods.

“I’d like that a lot.” He grins at you. “Now, how about that shower?”

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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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restless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of natasha romanoff, sam wilson, and steve rogers warnings: mentions of nightmares and clingy bucky but it’s mostly fluff about: bucky can’t sleep without y/n a/n: i was going to post this yesterday but i fell asleep :| my computer was literally open and nearly dead when i woke up lmao

today marks one week that you’ve been gone, and with it, the official shortest amount of sleep that bucky has gotten in a week. he supposes it’s sightly pathetic that he can’t sleep well- or, really, at all- without you, but you continuously tell him you chase his nightmares away for him, and without you there to make them disappear, where else will they go but deep into the crevices of his mind, where they’ll hide long enough for him to let his guard down and lull himself to sleep, only to wake up with the ugly memories of things he hoped he’d forgotten. he’s constantly told that his attachment to you is overbearing- not by you, though. never by you- because it must be, with how much he clings to your side, always touching some part of you so that he’s sure that, yes, you’re there. not a dream or an illusion, although you’re good enough to be one.

he misses every part of you; your fingers and the way they run through his hair, trace his features with such tenderness he nearly believes he is what you see, your voice and its ability to transform the most mundane words into the greatest poetry, sing soft songs into his skin until he’s fallen asleep, your eyes and how they examine him in the best way possible, glowing when they meet his.

he longs for you, but he can only imagine your smile, the bitter reminder that you’re probably showing it to some psychopath for the mission you’re on. he hates steve every time the memory is evoked, the panic that comes with your being used as bait for some of the most screwed up villains in the world only returning stronger. he’s tempted to go get you himself, uncaring if he screws up the mission because at least he’ll have you.

stark will call him pathetic, then go to bed with the love of his life, so bucky prefers keeping his thoughts about you to himself, much like he’d like to keep you. you’ve told him you can handle yourself, and bucky never doubts it, having been victim to the using of your skills when he first encountered you as the winter soldier. you kicked his ass then, and you kick any and all ass now.

it doesn’t help his sleeping schedule, though your calls do. he swears you’re an angel because there’s no way a normal human could glow like that through a screen, but you always laugh off his words and simply tell him to turn his brightness down. however, you haven’t taught him that yet, so he greets you with the same sentence every time. his smile is always brighter after your calls, the dark bruises under his eyes reduced as if he got a full night’s rest. it’s your effect on him, and as much as everyone teases you both for it, they appreciate it.

you’re due to come back in a week or two, but bucky is unsure he can wait that long, and judging from your chirpier-than-usual voice in your latest interaction, you’ve finished early, like you always do. he likes to imagine it’s because of him, behind the deprecating voice that screams at him why would it be? (the answer is that you love him and hate every second you’re away from him)

sam scoffs when he overhears him telling that to steve, sitting down next to bucky, “man, there is no way you can tell that from a phone call. even if you could, i know she’s good, but to shave two weeks off mission time? natasha hasn’t even been able to do that.” a proud smile grows on bucky’s face without his permission as he shrugs, “she’s that good,” he brags, choosing to ignore the fake gag sam sends his way.

you frown when he tells you what he thinks on your call a few hours later, lips puckering into a small pout, “how did you know? i wanted it to be a surprise!” you ask through a crackled voice. so much for state of the art technology, bucky thinks, but is glad nonetheless to hear your voice. “i know you too well, doll. you’re really coming back today?”

you nod excitedly, biting your bottom lip. “mhm! i missed you and my bed too much to stay here a moment longer. villains are such pervs,” you complain, nose scrunching. bucky’s jaw sets when he hears your words, immediately thinking the worst. “but, i’m coming back today, so it’s fine. what do you want to do when i get back?”

bucky shrugs, “be with you,” he answers simply, making you laugh. “other than that, dummy. we could watch a movie, have a little date night to make up for the one i missed while i was gone.” bucky grins at this, remembering his plans for that night. “okay,” he agrees, “we’ll watch one of those movies on my list. although sam put some weird ones.”

you concur through chuckles that pass through the phone, reminding him how much you love him. he swears an oath to never let you go again and bites back a yawn that you see right through. “you’re sleeping the moment i get back,” you instruct, and bucky nods with your words, even when the sole idea of your being within arm’s reach is obviously too enticing to pass up for sleep. “whatever you want, doll. as long as you’re here.” he replies, thinking about spending the night pressing kisses to your hair and checking for any injuries you may have withheld from him.

the sentence is dishonest and you both know it, but you leave it at that, missing him too much and sure he’ll rest with how exhausted he must be. you say goodbye without the actual words, only giving a blown kiss and a “see you later.”

bucky spends the rest of the hours without you thinking of you, skimming through the words written in the little blue notebook you got him to replace his old one. that one sits on his dresser, the disuse proven by the layer of dust that covers it. the names he spent hours agonizing over, tracing his fingers over the indents made by the pen, are hidden by its cover. they never fade from his mind, though. only half of the pages of the one you gave him are blank now, and the ones that aren’t are bright and white, inviting him to drop his pen on the lines and jot whatever reference he didn’t understand but wants to. he eyes the names of the movies and shows, some accompanied by quotes that refer to them. “new girl: nick miller,” he reads, remembering how one of your friends said he was the avenger version of the character. “friends: ‘joey doesn’t share food,” sam told him that one when he didn’t let him have any of his chips. he looks at clueless, recalling the way all of his teammates stare at scott whenever the movie comes up. there are a couple pages like this, some of them recommendations and others titles he kept hearing. tonight, he decides on starting a new show, but he leaves the actual show up to you to decide.

you arrive a couple hours later, when stars have littered the darkness that bled through the sky. it’s all very rom-com-filmesque, the way you light up when you see his face- even through how tired you clearly are- and how you jump into his arms, ignoring the ache in your muscles because the way his arms wrap around you seems to make it disappear. he gathers you in his arms and kisses everywhere on your face, treasuring your laugh and the feeling of your lips pressing to his shoulder when you hug him again.

even when you pull away, he doesn’t let go of your hand, flesh fingers tracing small circles into your skin. you don’t complain, even when steve shoves papers in front of you and asks you to sign them with a sheepish look. sam comes by and teases bucky lightheartedly, hounding bucky to let you have both your hands. you chuckle at his request and squeeze bucky’s fingers, kissing the back of his hand, “oh, no, he better not,” you half-joke. he smiles, red tinting his cheeks as he gently draws you closer.

you don’t feel like driving at the moment, and you need to water your plants, completely sure that wanda forgot to do it, so you end up going to your room, even though you spend most of your time at his own room or your apartment outside the compound. you can tell how little the room has been used by the spotless counters and floors, furniture clean of any of the knickknacks you usually leave. you only sleep here when bucky leaves for long missions, his absence is overly blatant when he’s gone, and your plants keep you from feeling too alone.

you usher bucky inside, tugging open your drawers to search for something for him to wear. you grin at the soft fabric under the pads of your fingertips, recalling the memory of stealing them from bucky’s closet to soak in his scent when you couldn’t have the real thing. the considerable use has washed away all traces of him, and you decide that needs to be fixed, picking out clothing for him.

you change into one of his old shirts and make tea while he changes, smiling when you feel his arms wrapping around your waist and kissing your jaw. “what do you want to watch tonight?” he asks, and you contemplate it while you pour your drinks, shoveling spoons of sugar into each one to make it as sweet as possible- his favorite. “new girl, i think you’ll like it,” you reply after a moment.

he unravels his arms from around you, taking the mugs from the counter and following you to your room after you peck his cheek in thanks. “okay, i want to see what this nick miller is all about,” bucky says, making you laugh softly. “c’mon,” he urges, opening his arms for you after setting the cups down. you cuddle up to his side after you grab your computer, setting up netflix and choosing the show.

halfway through the first episode, bucky feels the fatigue hit him like a ton of bricks, hours of missed sleep catching up to him now that he’s finally relaxed and comfortable. keeping his eyes open is a job all on its own, and the sweet smell of your hair combined with the way your fingers move on his chest, softly writing letters and drawing shapes, is too much to resist.

you barely notice when he shuts his eyes, the evening of his breathing alerting you he’s succumbed to his tiredness. you stop the video and quietly shut your laptop, placing it on the bedside table while moving as little as possible. he feels you shift through your efforts, pulling you closer in his sleep. you chase away his nightmares like you always do, letting him sleep his first full night since you left.

he wakes up rejuvenated and embarrassed, sputtering out embarrassed apologies that you shush with kind reassurances and tender kisses. he’s reminded of how wonderful you are when you turn, arms extending to reach into your bag and carrying out a small stuffed animal that you say reminded you of him.

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honklore · 3 years

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would you consider doing an au where dream is a high school teacher (maybe a math teacher or english teacher or something?) and he has been crushing on his colleague, maybe an english teacher or an art teacher, and his friends have been teasing him quite a bit for it since he hasn’t had the courage to ask them out, which is quite weird considering he’s usually so confident, but it’s just a lot of flirting and shyness between the two until he final caves and asks them out? maybe even some of the students had begun to call him out on not acting on it? it’s perfectly okay if you don’t wanna do this but thank you for reading it :))

you + me = <3 | dreamwastaken

(math teacher!dream, gn!reader, dream likes u oooooh, cute kids, writer knows nothing about chess or how chess tournaments work, you requested high school but i can’t read so i chose middle school sorry!! this is literally nothing like you requested pls forgive me but i has fun, proceed with caution)

song to listen to: roadtrip by dream

i am setting the scene to say that teacher!dream is hot!!!! like, rolled up sleeves and leather watch kind of hot !!!!!!!

dream with fluffy waves that he sometimes ties into a bun if it gets too hot,,, brown roots and blond hair, brown eyebrows, forest green eyes,,,,,, freckles,,,,,

teaches middle school math!! very patient w his kids!!! but also has been known to go on tangents so long that they last until the bell rings

he’s the teacher whose classroom the weird/shy kids sit in at lunch

reads up on his students special interests and tries to ask them about it and encourage them

doesn’t make kids write out their entire process during testing bc he understands some students work in their head and can’t <3

works with different methods to help each kid learn math in their own way

the sweetest ever omg i can’t imagine a nicer teacher than dream

has a open-policy snack cabinet in case some of the kids can’t buy their lunch

has rlly cheesy anti bullying posters on his wall but actually talks to his students about it and makes sure they know he is someone they can go to

okay this is supposed to be a love story not an i heart teacher dream story sorry

you’re the art teacher of the middle school!!! you are also one of the favorites when it comes to teachers

dream is sort of a practical logical comforter and you’re a more dreamy, imagination-based comforter

so the kids ofc have their favorites

you’re a wonderful teacher !!!!

you let the kids use art class as a sort of art therapy, giving them time to do whatever they want with colors and mediums of their choosing

and assignments are usually fun!! you make it fun by giving them good topics that encourage them to express their opinions and personalities !!!

dream has the FATTEST crush on you

it’s so big and he’s very bad at hiding it

literally buys an extra coffee friday morning

slips into your classroom like “oh? hey ___ ? didn’t expect you to be here!!”

you: “in my own classroom?”

dream: “ANYWHO!! they messed up my order AGAIN and gave me a caramel frappe instead of a matcha so you can have it”

he does this every week

new excuses sometimes but it’s always ur favorite flavor, sitting right beside his matcha in a lil cup holder

dream is the type of guy to make sure your fingertips touch when he hands you your cup

so he can blush about it later and pretend it means something

any time he needs supplies or something he goes to you first instead of the communal supply closet

during his break he’ll come in and try to talk to you while your kids are painting

you sometimes sit with him during lunch!! and the kids that all sit in his classroom love you, even if they don’t have art

and every time you do he stutters over his own words and his neck gets rlly red

the kids all give each other side eyes when he does this

math kids 🤝 art kids : tired of witnessing dream’s bad flirting skills

dream brings you a cupcake on your birthday and a little necklace w a crystal on it :/

“i googled crystals for protection!! because i want u safe always!! and i made sure it was sustainably sourced!! let me know if you don’t like it!!”

how could you not like it :(

his eyes are wide and almost worried and when you give him a big smile he gets so happy like :((

your students are just. super still behind their easels hoping this is the moment you’ll actually kiss him

but no

it isn’t until a few of your kids come up one day and ask about forming an official chess club

they need at least one teacher willing to supervise and go on tournament trips and stuff

half of the team asks you and the other asks dream

but they don’t communicate that to each other

so it’s a saturday when both you and dream show up to the school in your casual clothes, unlocking one of the rooms for the kids to practice in

you help some kids set up while dream takes a few to the side and begins to teach them the basics, since not everyone who joins is an actual player

some just wanted to be w their friends ^u^!!!

but dream keeps catching your eye over the sea of middle schoolers and it makes your cheeks heat up whether u want them to or not

the two of you becoming the unofficial parents of the middle school chess team; you take turns supervising but usually both go to trips for tournaments!!

there are six students who make up the chess team + a few who just come for the snacks and respite

and your team is actually so good they qualify for state

and it’s going to be an overnight trip !!

some parents have also agreed to come chaperone

the team is so excited!!! the entire team got to go even though only a few are competing

theres a lot of lovely support going around

your kids are expressive and bright, all wearing special t-shirts they made that count as “uniforms”

they are twelve and dgaf about what ANYONE has to say

puffy markers and all

and before the tournament they surprise u and dream with ur own shirts :(( they are so sweet omg

and ofc you and dream wear them!!! fashion be damned!!!!!

the shirts are like MR WASTAKEN LOVES HIS CHESS TEAM

TEACHER ___ LOVES THEIR CHESS TEAM

AND THERES AN IRON-ON PICTURE OF YOU GUYS AND UR KIDS — EVERYBODY IS CHEESING AND ITS JUST SO SO CUTE

man they just look up to you guys so much

they really needed a place to fit in and your club gave them that

even the ones who are HORRIBLE at chess are sitting in the bleachers with you guys, cheering on their friends ><!!

it’s all so wholesome omg

and your team ends up qualifying !!!!!!!! it’s huge !!!!!!! you all go out for celebratory milkshakes sponsored by mr wastaken !!!!!

and everyone falls asleep with a big smile on their face that night

the next day is full of driving,, and you and dream share a lil seat at the back of the bus

all the kids are winding down, listening to music or playing games on their phones

and dream is so warm, shoulder pressed against yours when he hands you one of his earbuds and is like ,,,, do you want to listen to music with me?

and ofc you do

so the two of you take turns picking songs

dream adds them all later to a playlist called ___ and dream’s epic roadtrip playlist

now that interstate is paved with memories amirite?

once all the kids are picked up at the school, you are about to call your roommate to come pick you up

but dream is like. i can drive you home

dream is that guy who drives with one hand and keeps the other on top of the gear shift <3

you’re just excitedly recounting all the kid’s faces and all the silly stories you were told in the hotel when dream is finally at your apartment complex

and he just bursts

“i really like you”

and you’re just. stunned bc you knew he was fond of you but you never thought he’d be brave enough to SAY it

“i like you too dream!!”

“would it be too cheesy to walk you to your door and kiss you goodbye?”

“maybe... but i like cheesy.”

thank you for requesting!!!

#I fully believe dream is horrible at flirting #dreamwastaken au #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fanfic #mcyt au #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader

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doeilovr · 3 years

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Crushes and Peaches

requested by anon: they asked for a Jaehyun one shot, where he knows your crush on him. After a round of truth or dare only leads to a misunderstanding (since you’re shy) he ends up finding out about your crush on him. It’s with lots of fluff and a bit of smut hehe I tried I hope you like it :)

-> Genre: Jaehyun x femReader, Student Jaehyun, college au, fluff, a bit of smut

-> Warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol and drug use, suggestive themes

-> Word count: 3.5 k

You had known Jung Jaheyun for a while now. Going to the same college and having the same friends, you often found yourself hanging out with him. You would call him a good friend. But secretly you wished to call him your boyfriend.

On weekends after studying you would hangout with him and your friends at their dorm, drinking, eating and talking until the early morning. You would all go to parties , although you absolutely despised those. All just to see Jaehyun.

Your friends knew you had the biggest crush on him and would even tease you about it, yet you never saw Jaehyun get the hint.

After another long week of studying you were happily walking out of college, talking to Mark and Johnny and making plans for the weekend. You already saw yourself sitting on the sofa, slurping ice tea and watching TV, but Johnny and Mark had different plans.

“Jungwoo is throwing a party tomorrow”, Mark rubbed his hands in excitement. Johnny furrowed his brows, “Jungwoo was the engineering guy, right?” Mark chuckled, slapping his friend on the arm playfully. “Yeah, we’ve been to one of his parties before.”

You watched Johnny chuckle, slapping himself on the forehead. “Stupid me. I should smoke less.” You couldn’t help but laugh too. Johnny was the driver of your group that’s why he always sticked to smoking instead of drinking. Wasn’t really better, but he got you always home safely, so you didn’t complain.

Johnny drove all of you home after class too, whenever you finished at the same time, since your dorm was close to theirs. You were just walking to his car, when an arm suddenly landed on your shoulder, pulling you in a light side hug.

“What are my favorite people doing”, Jaheyun greeted you, a big smile across his face. You looked up to him, smiling nervously at the sudden contact and quickly averted your gaze when he caught your eyes. “Party at Jungwoo’s, tomorrow”, Mark summarized.

“That’s the engineering kid, am I right?” You and Johnny laughed in unison, Jaehyun was definitely spending too much time with Johnny. Mark only sighing. “You guys, seriously”, he mumbled, shaking his head with his typical cute giggle.

Johnny drove you to your place, the boys waving their goodbyes to you, before you disappeared in your dorm. You shared an apartment with two other girls, Yeri and Joy. And you were glad both of them were laid back and chill, since that gave you the opportunity to really relax at home.

Never in the world you could imagine yourself living in a dorm of 5, like your friends did. It was already enough to handle Mark and Johnny sometimes, but when a whole Yuta and Ten were home too, who were literally the life of the party themselves, it was always loud. Loud and honestly funny.

But maybe that was the reason you found yourself crushing over Jaehyun. Even if he was super outgoing, whenever you were with him, it was really chill and fun. He was entertaining and a good listener. And damn did he have a pretty smile. The way his dimples popped out always brought butterflies to your stomach.

You spent the rest of the day doing homework and relaxing. As you were lying down in bed, you got a video-call from Johnny. “What’s up”, you said, sitting up in bed again. Johnny was lying in bed, shirtless, which you tried to ignore. “Just wanted to make sure you were still alive after Jaehyun touched you today.”

You choked on your spit, shooting Johnny a warning glare. “What the fuck, John.” He laughed, shrugging at you. “It was a joke, y/n.” You sighed, leaning your head on your hand. “Are you calling me to say I should confess to Jaehyun? Because that’s not gonna happen”, you declared, raising your eyebrows slightly.

“Okay, listen. I was gonna say exactly that-“ you interrupted him with a loud and mocking laugh, “I knew it”, before he continued, “but now I got a different idea.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Johnny I’m not gonna send him nudes. That idea is and will always be out of question.”

You remembered the countless times Johnny had given you advice on how to win Jaehyun, but it had always been questionable things like sending him nudes or making him jealous. “You’re lame. Everyone likes a good-“ before he could continue, you raised your hand at him. “Please, don’t. I’m going to bed.”

Johnny mumbled some incoherent words, before he said goodnight and then you hung up, shaking your head in disbelief at his weird ideas. You didn’t want to lure Jaehyun into liking you. You wanted him to really like you, even if that meant you had wait a little. And maybe someday you would tell him about your feelings. Maybe. But maybe not.

The following evening, you found yourself standing in front of your mirror, holding up a white floral dress you had recently bought. Yeri was painting her toe nails at your desk, while Joy was lying on her stomach on your bed, watching you. They were always giving you fashion advice whenever you went to a party.

“God, y/n, you’re not going to church. Put that back”, Joy complained. You sighed in defeat, putting it back into the closet. “Wear the navy one, with the spaghetti straps”, Yeri wasn’t even looking your direction. You grabbed the dress from your closet, one you bought some time ago, but never had the courage to wear. You held it up, turning to Joy, who was looking impressed.

“This is it, honey”, she clapped, getting up from the bed to get your black heels from under your bed. Your friends just knew you too well. After getting dressed, Yeri curled your hair, while Joy put on some lip gloss and a bit of eye makeup. “Jaehyun will not be able to keep his eyes off of you tonight”, Joy smirked, wiggling her eyebrows and earning a laughter from you and Yeri.

You held Mark’s hand, entering the house and being welcomed by disco lights, dancing students and the deafening bass of bad guy. The rest of your friends had arrived earlier and were already spread out throughout the house.

Mark lead you to the kitchen, where Yuta was greeting you with a quick hug. “You look good”, Yuta winked and you smiled. He was such a flirt. Mark handed you a red cup, “I made it sweet”, he explained, almost shouting as the music was quiet loud in the kitchen. You took a sip, immediately tasting the sweet strawberry juice and almost forgetting it contained alcohol, if it wasn’t for the strong smell of wodka. Mark was watching you and smiled when you gave a thumbs up, turning away to talk to Yuta.

Your eyes went to the dance floor, where students were dancing wildly to a Lady Gaga remix. Your eyes wandered around until they stopped at Jaehyun’s tall figure, leaning against the wall across the room. He waved at you and even though it was too dark to see, you just knew his dimpled smile decorated his face.

You waved back at him, a shy smile playing on your lips. Mark put his hand on your waist, your attention wandering to him, “wanna dance”, he asked, raising an eyebrow. You looked up at him, unsure and shrugged, “I don’t know, Mark.” Your gaze went back to the dance floor and the crowd of students. The song was just changing into a popular song by the Weekend and you found yourself relax a bit.

Mark noticed the change in your expression, leading you to the dance floor. You carefully started to move to the beat, the cup of liquor in one hand. Mark knew you weren’t really into parties, so he made sure you felt somewhat comfortable, dancing around you until he saw you smile. Who wouldn’t smile seeing his goofy dance moves, come on.

The bass of the song was vibrating in your chest and you felt your feet and hips naturally move to the melody. Before you knew it you were losing yourself in the music, the alcohol making you loosen up more. Enjoying yourself, you closed your eyes, just trying to live in the moment.

As the song changed you opened your eyes again, finding a familiar figure standing in front of you. Your breath hitched at the sight of no other than Jung Jaehyun, swaying slightly to the beat as he studied you. He looked insanely good in his black jeans and orange Hawaiian shirt, an unreadable expression on his face.

At that moment you were so thankful for the lights that prevented Jaehyun from seeing your panicked reaction. Oh god, why did he look at you with those eyes. Suddenly feeling way too nervous, you pointed at your cup. “Excuse me”, you yelled over the loud music, turning on your heel to head back to the kitchen.

You honestly didn’t even want another drink, or whatever it was that Mark had given you, you just neeeded to get away from Jaehyun and his handsome face. You did feel a bit bad though, leaving him standing on the dance floor like that.

Interrupting your thoughts, a hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, startling you. You turned your head to find the host of the party, Jungwoo, grinning down at you. “Hey y/n”, he greeted. “Hi”, you shyly smiled. Jungwoo leaned down, a mixture of smoke and liquor filling your nose, “some of us are playing truth or dare. Johnny asked me to invite you”, he explained softly.

Johnny would never let you live, huh. You wanted to turn him down, but Jungwoo’s smile was way too sweet to say no to. “Lead the way”, you sighed in defeat. Jungwoo motioned with his head and you followed him through the kitchen, all the way to the back of the house, where it was a lot calmer.

There was a leather sofa on the side, yet everyone sat in a circle on the floor. You spotted Johnny on the floor, making sure to send him a death glare, but he only winked at you teasingly. On your right sat Mark and Yuta, laughing together. There were a few other students you had only see a few times on campus and - oh how you hated Johnny - Jaheyun turning his head around to look at you.

You didn’t spare him a glance and quickly sat down between Jungwoo and someone that was apparently called Haechan. “Alright”, Jungwoo lead the game, looking around the group, “I assume everyone knows the rules of truth or dare.” You nodded absentmindedly, your gaze fixed on the floor. You sat on your knees, your dress thankfully covering you legs. Still you felt super nervous, unconsciously chewing on your lips.

Jungwoo pointed to Haechan, “let’s start with you, Haechanie. Truth or dare?” Mark quickly lifted his hand, like the good student he was and you found yourself smiling at his cute action. You always asked yourself how someone like Mark ended up at parties like this.

“Your first kiss”, Mark blurted out, seeming genuinely curious. You almost chocked, asking yourself if you were the only one who didn’t want an answer to that. Haechan hummed next to you, deeply in thought. “Okay, here we go”, he snipped his finger, as he finally made up his mind.

Your head turned to the boy next to you and you did a double take, when you noticed Jaehyun staring at you. He was sitting on the right side of Haechan, facing you (of course).

Nervously you averted your gaze, focusing back on Haechan. “I’m not straight, but Joy from biology.” Your eyes widened at the familiarity of the name. Was he talking about your Joy? Your roommate Joy? You blinked at him in shock, while he earned a few high fives from his friends.

Haechan locked eyes with you, “Y/n”. You looked away, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as everyone’s eyes fell on you. “Truth or dare?” You heard Haechan chuckle next to you. You nervously cleared your throat, “I’ll go with truth.”

The last time you had played truth or dare was at a party last year and when you chose dare you ended up in a closet with Yuta. He didn’t try anything, but rather told you funny stories from parties he attended in the past. You thought it was sweet and you actually enjoyed talking to him, but he got so wasted that night, you doubted he’d remember anything.

“What is your favorite thing about Jaehyun”, Haechan asked, dragging out his name. You just knew he had an evil grin on his lips, before your head shot up to meet his eyes. Your gaze wandered to Jaehyun, who was leaning back on his hands, tilting his head at you. He looked curious and you felt your heart beat fast in your chest.

What could you say? Everything. That was the truth, you liked every goddamn thing about this man. Damn, why did Haechan have to chose you for this stupid game. No, why did Jungwoo convince you to join in the first place.

You inhaled sharply, “well I think- I don’t know, his cheeks are cute”, you shrugged, your voice unnaturally high. Jaehyun smiled a bit at your answer, his dimples popping out and you felt like melting at the view. But then Haechan wheezed, “are you talking about his ass cheeks” and you suddenly felt like dissolving into thin air.

Jaehyun’s eyes widened and he averted his gaze. Yuta leaned forward, “wait did you two”, he murmured, motioning something wild with his hands. You felt your cheeks burn from embarrassment and looked anywhere but into Jaehyun’s eyes. “No of course not”, your voice sounded smaller than you intended.

“It’s okay, we got it y/n”, Jungwoo patted your back lightly, continuing the game. “Yuta, truth or dare?” While they continued, Jaehyun watched you intently, biting back the urge to grin. Your answer was just way too cute to handle. He wondered what else you found cute about him.

You kept your eyes on the floor, too embarrassed to do anything, as the game continued for some time. Why did you have to screw up so bad? This was so embarrassing.

“Excuse me”, you suddenly mumbled, getting up and leaving the group. You just wanted to go home, god, could Jaehyun ever look you in the eyes again? Were you exaggerating? You stopped in the kitchen, taking a shot of whatever was in the shot glasses and slammed the empty glass on the counter.

As you reached out for a second glass, a hand softly grabbed your wrist, holding you back. “I don’t think that’s a good idea”, a familiar voice mumbled. The music was loud, but the person stood so close behind you, his breath tickled your ear. You slowly turned your head, finding Jaehyun once again.

“Oh, you’re talking to me”, you said out loud, though it was meant to be a thought. Jaehyun chuckled. “Of course, I think a talk is long overdue between us”, he nodded, licking his lips. The way he said ‘between us’ made your heart flutter.

“I’m not good at talking, as you might have noticed earlier.” God, why were you so honest all of a sudden? You glanced at the liquor to your side, cursing yourself for taking a shot, as you had to deal with the consequences now.

Jaehyun chuckled again, this time it was a lot deeper. “Come with me”, he demanded, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him. It was pretty crowded when you walked up the stairs, but the noise died down as soon as he closed a door behind you.

You walked into what looked like someone’s bedroom, examining the posters on the wall. The shot you took earlier suddenly got to your head and you sat down on the edge of the bed, holding your head. “Ok that was a bad idea”, you mumbled to yourself.

Jaehyun kneeled down in front of you, concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?” He looked up meeting your eyes and smiled softly. You blinked a few times, feeling like getting lost in his beautiful eyes. “It hurts”, you whispered and Jaehyun widened his eyes at you. “What?” His voice was full of cornern as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek. “What hurts?”

Everything did. Your feet hurt in these damn heels and your head hurt from the alcohol. But most of all your heart hurt. Jaehyun was in front of you and you could tell him how you felt, but what if he wouldn’t like you back? Jaehyun tilted his head, his thumb drawing circles on your cheek. He looked at you with such adoration, you wondered if you might have just imagined it.

“My shoes”, you whispered, leaning forward to take them off and tossing them to the side. Jaehyun’s eyes wandered from your eyes to you lips, his other hand resting on your knee. Without wasting another second he captured your lips in a gentle kiss and you felt like your heart completely stopped.

It was so unexpected, when he pulled back you asked yourself if this was maybe just a dream. He softly smiled at you, seeing your puzzled expression. The room was dark, the only light coming from the fairy lights on the wall behind you, yet Jaehyun could perfectly see the smile that formed on your glossy lips.

“You taste like peaches”, Jaehyun whispered, getting up slightly to kiss you again. This time, he laid you down on the bed and hovered above you, while never breaking the kiss. His hands came down from your cheek to your neck, tilting your head so he could deepen the kiss.

Your hand traveled to his shoulders and then to the buttons of his shirt. You could feel him smile against your lips, as you unbuttoned the orange shirt slowly. “I’ve been waiting for a long time to do this”, Jaehyun confessed, his mouth moving to place little kisses on your neck. “You looked so hot when you danced earlier”, he whispered against your neck and oh god did his words have an effect on you.

You closed your eyes, drowning in Jaehyun’s kisses, your hands roaming around his toned chest. “Jaehyun.” Your voice was shaky and your head was spinning. Jaehyun stopped in his tracks, his eyes searching for yours. “Yes, baby?” You blinked at him, biting down on your lip at his words.

“I want to take it slow”, you whispered nervously, Jaheyun only nodding. “Of course. I like slow”, he smirked and you couldn’t help but giggle. He moved to lie down next to you, opening his arms to invite you to hug him. You put your head on his chest, arms hugging around each other’s bodies.

You kept lying in silence for some time, just listening to his heartbeat while calming down your own. Did that really just happen?

“Jaehyun?” He hummed in response, his chest vibrating under you. “Did you mean that? Were you waiting to, you know, kiss me?” Jaehyun chuckled, “yes, I meant it.” You lifted your head to look at him, you just couldn’t believe his words.

“I have liked you for a long time now”, he shyly admitted. You could swear his ears were turning red from embarrassment, but it was hard to tell in this lighting. “What?” You gasped slightly, making him chuckle again.

“But- I had a crush on you too?” You were shaking your head at him. Jaehyun’s hand stroked your back, “I know.” Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and you didn’t know whether to laugh or not. Were you really that obvious, or did someone tell him?

“I remember the first time I noticed you liked me back”, he smiled, his gaze wandering to the ceiling, as if he recalled memories. “I thought it couldn’t be. You liking me back? No way. But the more time passed, the more I knew.”

“But you didn’t say anything”, you furrowed your brows. Jaehyun’s eyes came back to yours. “I wanted to wait for the right moment I guess”, he shrugged, tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ears.

You stared at him with a pout, putting your head down on his chest again. “You could have saved both of us from the embarrassment that was truth or dare”, you stated. It sounded like both a question and a realization and Jaehyun pressed his lips together. You were just too cute.

“I don’t care. We’re here now, right?” You lifted your head again, humming in response. It felt so good, now that you were finally with Jaehyun. You didn’t really know how this even happened, but you were thankful anyway.

So was Jaehyun. He felt like the luckiest guy ever, just lying here with you and knowing you liked him back. The muffled sound of the arctic monkeys song blasting downstairs and the feeling of your warm body entangled with his. It was perfect. You were perfect.

“By the way, is this Jungwoo’s room?” You giggled, your eyes roaming around the room again. Jaehyun hummed, “Jungwoo?” His hand drew patterns on your back, as he collected his thoughts. “Is that the engineering kid?”

a/n: I hope you enjoyed this one shot, thanks again for requesting it! forgive me if there are any spelling errors, btw did you notice the innuendo in the title ;) just sayin

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come back to me [seventeen] ⇢ jjk

you’re willing to do anything to save your marriage, even if that meant you’d have to sacrifice your own happiness to do so.

pairing — husband!jungkook x malereader, ft. ceo!jaehyun

genre — angst, sexual themes, idol au, exes to lovers-ish au, open relationship au, marriage au, parents au

series warnings — infidelity (kinda?), swearing, bisexual!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, insecure!reader, unhealthy relationship, unrequited love-ish, slow burn, use of alcohol, mentions of divorce problems, (more could be added in future chapters)

word count — 2.3k

author’s note — Just a heads up to everyone, school started back up again so chapters might take some time to be released. And there’s probably going to be only three or so chapters left until the epilogue.

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Being back home never felt so good.

Stepping inside of your house, you felt instant warmth, turning around to see Jungkook trailing right behind you with Minho right beside him.

Everything was different now—and in a good way this time. As you stared into Jungkook’s eyes, you now had a sense of fondness and yearn for him, instead of pain and heartache like you used to have before.

“Feels good to be home, huh?” Jungkook smiled down you, heartwarming at the sight of the same smile on your face as you nodded your head. He then placed Minho’s suitcase down on the ground beside the door, you doing the same with yours. “Well, I better hand out—”

“Appa, where’s your stuff?” Minho suddenly asks, staring up at Jungkook confusingly.

“Oh,” Jungkook eyes widened slightly at his words, causing him to glance at you and shrug his shoulders, not knowing what to say.

That’s when you grinned at him. “They’re still in the car, appa has to go get them.”

Jungkook’s eyes may have been wide, but after hearing your answer they were nearly bulging out of his head. He stared at you, trying to see if what you were saying is true, and when you nodded his heart skipped a beat.

“Yay!” Minho cheered loudly, clapping his hands. “Appa is living with us again.”

Minho ran off to his room, and when he was gone Jungkook turned towards you. “Are you sure you want me back? I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing his, allowing me to move back—”

“Jungkook,” you smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay. You can move back here, it’s your house too. But you’re staying in the guest room for now, is that okay—”

“Yes, yes!” Jungkook quickly interrupted, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s perfectly fine.” He couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto his face. “I’ll do anything to come back home.”

You simply nodded, lowering your head to hide the blush forming on your cheeks.

“I’ll go get my suitcase then.”

While Jungkook went back to the car, you brought both yours and Minho’s things upstairs and began to unpack. It hasn’t even been ten minutes yet until your phone started ringing, Cho’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hey girl,” you answered, pressing your phone against your ear as you continued to unpack your clothes, returning them into their original places, whether that be your closet or large dresser. “What’s up?”

“I heard you’re back, is that true?” You hummed in reply, shoving one of your pants into a drawer. “Then can you come to the office real quick? Jaehyun needs to talk to you—it’s urgent.”

“Can’t he just call me?” You ask, releasing a sigh and in the background you couldn’t help but hear multiple voices going on, some of them even sounding loud and chaotic. You’ve been home for about two hours and they already wanted you to come into work—and it’s nearing five in the evening too.

“He’s busy right now, it’ll be easier if you just come here.” Cho replied, hearing her mumble something to someone in the background in the process. Just as you were about to argue, she quickly added in a quiet voice, “I’ve got to go so hurry,” before hanging up on you.

You shoved your phone into your pocket with an exasperated groan falling from your mouth.

Grabbing a coat, you rushed out of your room and down the stairs only to run into Jungkook coming in the opposite direction with his phone in hand.

“I’ve got to go,” you both said at the same time. Jungkook cleared his throat and gestured you to go first, which you then did.

“Cho just called and asked me to come down to the office real quick, something urgent happened and she said Jaehyun needs me there.”

Instantly, you noticed the way he tensed at the mention of Jaehyun but nodded understandingly nonetheless. “Yeah, Namjoon-hyung also called and asked me to come down to the studio and do some song recordings. It shouldn’t take long, just doing the lines that I missed while being gone.”

“Okay, what about Minho? It’s late and we can’t get a babysitter last minute.”

“I’ll take him with me,” Jungkook offered in an instant. “I’m sure the others will be happy to see him again, it’s been too long.”

You nodded, “Okay, we’ll meet back here then?”

“Yeah, and I’ll pickup some Chinese takeout for us on the way back home.”

“Sounds good.”

After saying goodbye, you both went your separate ways, you heading in one direction while Jungkook and Minho went in the other.

Entering Jung Enterprises, you immediately greeted with nothing but complete chaos around every corner.

Questions arose in your mind when seeing many employees, people who you didn’t bother learning the names of run past you with files and or boxes in their hands. You tried to stop and ask one of them what was going on, but they would only mumble out a quick reply, saying how they were busy and unable to help you.

Realizing that you weren’t going to get any information out of anyone, you took the elevator up to the top floor where Jaehyung’s office was, and when entering the room, you were greeted by the sight of his back as he talked to someone on his phone.

“You don’t have to worry, sir.” Jaehyun paused, turning around to glance at you and you swore you could literally feel the awkward tension shared between you two as he held his finger up before continuing his conversation. “Everything should be packed and moved out out of here by the end of this week. Alright, goodbye sir.”

You raised a brow confusingly at his sentence.

“Sorry about that,” hanging up, Jaehyun placed his phone down and leaned guest his desk, facing you. “Just had to finish a last minute phone call—welcome back, by the way.”

“Thank you,” you bowed your head. “It feels good to be back home.”

“How was the trip?”

“It was—good,” answering hesitantly, knowing that any topic that had any relation to Jungkook was a touchy subject for him. And even though you were careful with your words, you could still see the way Jaehyun’s jaw clenched and eyes staring down to avoid yours.

Jaehyun simply hummed in reply. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to come here at such a late notice?” He asks, changing the subject.

You nodded, taking a seat at one of the chairs across from him—barely a feet away from where he was standing.

“The company’s moving,” and just from hearing those three words made your eyes widen, but you chose to stay silent. “While you were gone I had a meeting with a sponser who is interested in doing a full partnership with our business. And in order for our companies to work together, our company must move to where their headquarters is at—” he suddenly pauses, hesitation clear in his voice. “—which is in California—Los Angeles precisely.”

That’s when your widen eyes nearly fell out of your skull. “C-California? As in the United States, California?”

Jaehyun nodded.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You question, “I mean, Jung Enterprises started in South Korea. It’s one of the most successful and largest companies in the country. I’m sure not everyone is going to move across the world, so that means there’ll be lots of layoffs. People won’t be happy about that,” your voice trailed off near the end, not knowing whether or not you were crossing the line.

Back then you were able to talk freely around him, but after everything you been through with each other, you weren’t so sure now.

“Yes, I’m aware of that.” Jaehyun nodded again. “But after going over the numbers with some of the accountants, we’ve learned that our profits can nearly triple in size if we do this partnership. Moving is the best choice for my company, regardless of how many people will be unhappy because of it.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but chose to remain silent. “I understand, sir. If you think that moving the company is the best decision then I support you one hundred percent.” You then ask, “But I’m confused, why are you telling me this?”

“I want you to come with me.”

“Y-You what,” you gaped, eyes wide. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” Jaehyun asks, tilting his head as he stared at you confusingly.

“Because of Jungkook,” was on the tip of your tongue, but you found yourself only able to say “Because of Minho. He has friends here, close friends and my family is also here. He’ll have to restart with school, meet new people. Those kind of things aren’t easy for a kid. And plus, we’ll be alone over there—”

“You’ll have me,” quickly spewed out of Jaehyun’s mouth, making you freeze and stare at him with shock.

You opened your mouth, struggling to find the right words to say. “Jaehyun, I—” you suddenly paused, nibbling on your bottom lip anxiously. “What about Jungkook, then? I can’t just take Minho away from him.”

“He has money, he can visit.” Jaehyun snapped, making you slightly flinch, and when he saw you staring down at ground, trying to avoid his eyes he knew. “It’s not just because of Minho or those other problems, isn’t it? It’s because of him.”

You stayed silent.

“A-Are you two working things out?” And again, you chose to stay silent which made Jaehyun roll his eyes and scoff. “I can’t believe you’re actually forgiving him that easily. You’re so stupid—”

“Excuse me,” you stared at him with disbelief, your gaze replaced with annoyance. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know how any of this is your business. It’s my family—not yours.”

“You’re making a big mistake, {Name}.” Jaehyun’s jaw clenched. “What if later on in the future things don’t work out between you two and you both still get a divorce? You won’t have a job, and you’ll be alone—”

“Then I’ll deal with it if that time comes!” You exclaimed, eyes filled with rage and hands balled up into fists by your side. “I know you’re doing this because you don’t like Jungkook and nothing will make you happier than to have me all to yourself but—”

“Oh my god,” Jaehyun sighs frustratingly. “Jungkook is not the reason, I’m doing this for you and Minho only. Just think about it, please!” He was now shouting back as well. “He’ll have a better education there, and you’re salary will be doubled. You’ll even have a nice penthouse in our company’s new building that’ll be fully paid off. Life will be better there—”

“That’s enough, Jaehyun.” You interrupted him, standing up from your seat so that you were now eye-level with him. “I’ll just save you the trouble and give you my verbal resignation right now.”

You turned and headed towards the door but stopped when Jaehyun suddenly called for you. “Wait,” turning around, you watched as he then walked up to you and handed you a thin file. “Just think about it, alright? Everything you need to know about the transfer is in here.”

You sighed, your harden eyes softening when seeing the hopeful glint shining in his own ones.“Fine...”

Taking the file, you glanced at him one last time before stepping out of his office and leaving.

Jungkook couldn’t help but admire the sight across from him through the clear class window. Standing inside the recording booth with a microphone against his lips and headphones over his head, he watched as Minho sat and bounced on Jimin’s lap while playing on his phone.

Jungkook could tell they were taking pictures judging from the funny facial expressions they both were doing.

“Alright, I think you’re done.” Namjoon spoke up from behind the glass, turning off all the devices. “Good job.”

Jungkook nodded, removing his headphones before stepping out of the small booth. Before he could even fully close the door Minho was already running up to him and flashing Taehyung’s phone at him. “Look appa, look at the pictures me and samchon took together?”

Glancing down and squinting at the screen, Jungkook chuckled at the different pictures of his son and his hyung, some were filters that changed the appearance of their faces and some were just of them doing silly facial expressions. “Those are funny, bubs.”

“So, Jungkookie.” Jimin spoke up, gaining everyone’s attention. “What are your plans for tonight after you leave?

“Nothing, really.” Jungkook answered, shaking his head. “Probably get some Chinese food on the way home, eat, and then go to bed most likely. We’re all pretty exhausted after the flight.”

Namjoon nodded, “Well, I’m happy you two are starting to work things out.”

“You just better not fuck things up again...” Jimin mumbled underneath his breath but was still loud enough for the youngest member to hear.

Jungkook instantly covered his son’s ears with his hands and glared back at him before whispering, “I won’t, hyung. I won’t mess things up again—and no swearing in front of Minho.”

Jimin pursed his lips and held his hands up in surrender, earning a small giggle from Minho.

“Well, it’s getting late so we better get home.” Jungkook then spoke up, “I’m hungry and I know you are too, bubs—”

Suddenly, the sound of someone knocking interrupted Jungkook, making him stare at his two hyungs confusingly. “Are you two expecting anyone?” And when they both shook their heads, he glanced down at Minho and patted his head. “Stay with your samchons, okay?”

“Okay, appa.” Minho listened without any trouble, running over to sit back down on Jimin’s lap.

“I’ll go check it out,” Jungkook says before leaving the room and making his way towards the studio’s entrance. When approaching the door, he was expecting it to be one of the staff or maybe one of his hyungs. But he certainly wasn’t expecting to see the one person he never wanted to see again standing in the middle of doorway.

“Y-Yeonha,” stuttering out, Jungkook stared at the girl who stood in front of him with teary eyes and trembling hands. “What are you doing here?”

“W-We need to talk, Jungkook.”

and you thought things were going to be okay. now it seems both parties have their own issues to deal with.

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iconicharry · 4 years

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word count: 9.6k | warnings: spooky-ness, teasing, a hot dance, ghostbusters references, blood, slime etc.

a/n: hello again! long time no see. the last time i posted a fic this long was back in april i think! *cries* this is for gianna’s (@hunflowers) halloween fic challenge because it’s also her birthday!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE! go wish her a happy birthday! i hope you all enjoy ghost hunting with harry!

summary: Harry and Yn are ghost hunters and they argue a lot

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“You know…you can be really annoying sometimes.”

YN didn’t mean to be so snappy like she is today. Because first it isn’t fair to anyone and second how can she even dare to be in such a mood on her favourite day of the year? It started so well. Her alarm was unnecessary as every day but she rolled out of bed with light limbs and tiptoed into her shower where she hummed the Ghostbusters theme song for the 31 time this month. Only this time with more enthusiasm. Five calls came through this morning as she slipped into her one-piece but they got managed by Isha and Luke who were already in the office.

Perhaps it all went down when her knee was attacked with a plastic sword by a five-year-old. Perhaps when her favourite sweets were sold out -- what is partly her own fault for wanting to buy them on the busiest day this month --, so she had to buy the cheap version that tastes like fake strawberry and smells like perfume from a kid’s magazine. Perhaps when she arrived at the office and nobody was there to answer calls. But she thinks it all went down when she climbed the stairs to his apartment and nobody answered. When she searched every room of their little secret hiding place. When she turned the door handle to the broom closet and he came stumbling out, back first, with some redhead in his hold, gasping in shock.

Perhaps it all went down when she looked to the ground to the young man that apologetically grinned up at her and to the young woman that pouted at him. When she had to say the words, “Please, cover yourself properly.” And immediately walked around the corner. Because apparently, she’s the only one that cares to get this damn work done.

YN wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t hurt. Again. Actually, she doesn’t even have a reason to be mad at everything just because she’s mad at him.

Eventually, she pretended to be doing something important on their laptop as she heard frantic whispering and little yells from the hallway before they awkwardly shuffled past YN, Harry shooting his index finger up to show it’ll be a quick goodbye.

So now that she said that, she is typing furiously on the keyboard of her laptop and sighs heavily, chest noticeably heaving, Harry chuckles.

Her eyes dart over to him. Standing in the corner of the room where their equipment hangs on hooks, cleaning them with an old rag, he shakes his head in disbelief. Amusement written all over his face. “What?”

He gives her the side glance, dimple etched deep into his skin as a smile tugs at his lips. “I came in here all happy and motivated — because, you know it’s Halloween — expecting a treat, but here you are being a real trick.”

And then her jaw drops, a scoff. “You are too old to be talking about trick-or-treating, don’t you think?”

“Oh, no! I’m allowed to be talking about it.” He scratches his nose with the knuckle of his hands, trying not to get the blood in his face. “Halloween is my aesthetic, you know? And before I forget it. I’ve taken a handful of those sweets that were lying around at the entrance. Don’t know where they came from but—”

“Are you serious? Harry! They were mine!”

He looks surprised as he pulls his shoulders up to his ears as if he’s done nothing wrong. “Don’t worry! There are like four left or something.”

An aggressive wrinkle settles between her brows. She huffs. “Sometimes I can’t even believe I have to deal with you every day!”

“Hey, don’t get personal here! You left your candy unattended and therefore it is now mine.” He pats on his stomach.

She ignores him, thinking that he’ll say something else but as she glances at him from where she sits, she doesn’t find the furrow in his eyebrows or the flaring of his cute nostrils. No, he still stands there with one hip popped to the side and lips pursed as he concentrates on his task.

Just as he is about to walk away, YN assumes with how he throws the rag over his shoulders and goes to wash his hands, rings clinking on the side of the sink as each one slides from his fingers, the door out front opens and slams against the wall behind.

Isha comes sprinting towards her, unintelligible words leaving her as she still tries to catch her breath, Luke on the other hand limps into the room, standing next to their coworker as he mumbles different codes so she can frantically type something with her eyes set hard on the screen.

“What happened?” YN’s voice is serious as her eyes drift to Harry who comes out of the bathroom and wipes his hand on his shirt. His face is also set, brows deep, forehead crinkled. Except for his eyes. His eyes seem more curious and nervous than ever.

Isha has a restless look on her face that makes Yn’s fingertips twitch. Something is completely wrong. “Isha.” Her palm touches her shoulder gently. “Isha!”

The woman jerks away, stopping all that she was doing. Only then she notices the scratches along her beautiful face, a cut at her eyebrow and the slime sprinkled across her skin like freckles normally would. “We found it.”

“It?” His bottom lip is red from all the chewing on it and as his arms fall from where they were just crossed in front of his chest he steps to the rest of them. “So we’re all talking about the same thing?”

YN fixes her attention back to the screen as the tension builds. It’s hard to breathe. All three of them look at her— waiting for instructions, rules, anything—, as she thinks and thinks although she already got a plan. Her eyes shift to Harry’s and realization hits him. He nods. Eventually, YN breaks the silence, voice weak and nervous.

“Then Harry and I have to go out tonight to get that damn thing.”

She flinches again.

“I think you’ll be in a better mood after you take a nap.”

Readjusting the hold on the P.K.E. Meter as she mutters a reply. “Don’t tell me what to do.” But she shuts her eyes, twisting her head to the small neighbourhood they are walking through which front yards are decorated for Halloween. Doing this alone with Harry is already giving her a throbbing headache, and they’ve only been walking around for less than two hours. Staying quiet will probably be the best way she’ll be able to survive.

Luke and Isha started early that day as they got a call from Family Fernsby saying their house would be haunted. Her two coworkers were not able to trap the thing but could get it out of the lovely family’s house so they could at least enjoy Halloween a little bit. The description though was clear as they came running into their little office. Powerful, tall, stubborn. The group has been after this supernatural creature for years. Every Halloween it came out to ruin the fun for everyone. And it always managed to escape.

YN shakes herself from her memories as she turns to Harry who keeps vigilant eyes on their surroundings. She should, too, now that it’s much darker and the risk to be attacked is higher, but the man, however, keeps her mind trailing back to when he joined them. It’s not Harry in general who she doesn’t like, it’s just his persona. Always being smug, cocky and teasing does her no good. Especially, not so when he looks like this. It does her no good to think of Harry in the past, because the present Harry is currently watching her with a careful look on his face and the longer she takes to reminisce, the more time he has to study her. Like he is probably doing now.

Despite her plan, however, the loud noises starts again, pulling her out of her thoughts. YN glances to the side, catching her bottom lip between her teeth when she suppresses a yell that starts to bubble deep in her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hm?” YN’s head snaps back to the front, feeling caught, and her eyes jerk in Harry’s direction. He’s watching her with a tilt of his head, catching every one of her movements. The constant monitoring is annoying to no end.

Harry, it seems, is either oblivious to her annoyance or is choosing to ignore it (as always). “I asked what’s wrong. You have a weird look on your face.” His words are accompanied by the sound of him tapping his ring adorned fingers against the gun that’s attached to Proton Back. “Everything alright? An entity near?”

“No, it’s just—” YN glances down at her shoes, fingers cramping around the apparatus as she crafts a reply in her head. “It’s nothing.”

Harry snorts a short and harsh sound that grates against Yn’s nerves. “I don’t believe that for one second.”

“It’s nothing to you.” She retorts and turns her attention back to the still silent area. “My personal life is none of your business.”

“Personal life, eh?” He rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue. All that he’s doing irritates her even more. “What, you can’t talk to me about your problems?”

The remark hits YN and she halts for a moment as she struggles to form a response. “I—” She gathers herself, taking a moment to try and not scream at him then and there. She avoids his gaze as her cheeks begin to burn in anger.

“Just tell me if something’s bothering you.” Harry lifts his hand from the gun and shifts to fix his sunglasses (she thinks it’s for his fashionable self, because it’s literally night but whatever), settling it back on the metal once he’s done. “It’s okay, you know?”

The comment is bait. She knows it. She knows that he only does this to get under her skin and to amuse himself over her frustrated and annoyed state. Yn has been around Harry long enough to know how he works, and she also knows how to come back at him. And yet she can’t help it.

“I didn’t say anything.” YN shoots back, giving him a cold glare.

Like before, he’s watching her from the corner of his eye. Another step on a crunchy leave. “Oh, you didn’t have to.” Her eye twitches. A crunchy leave. “I know you. And I also know how to drive you up a wall.” A whole heap of leaves. “Ah, there’s nothing quite as satisfying as stepping on a super crunchy leaf, don’t you think?”

That does it. “For fucks sake, Harry, you sure are acting like a fucking child that can’t fucking wait to get diabetes of too damn many sweets. Because a whole ass man would try to focus on his work and get actual things done!” Somewhere in a front yard chimes a high-pitched, dirty laugh from one of the decorative witches. She doesn’t hide the stare of disbelief on her face as she still looks at him. Harry’s face though, turned to the front again, has a look of amusement mixed with contemplation on it, and it takes all of YN’s self-control not to smack the expression off of him. Although there’s a ghost of a smirk on his cherry coloured lips, his brow is furrowed behind his sunglasses as if he’s thinking hard about her words.

“I’m impressed, YN.” The tip of his tongue runs along the corner of his mouth as a smile tugs on his lips. He chuckles sarcastically. “Haven’t heard of the child one in a long time, eh?”

Shaking her head, she finally snaps out of her stare and spits out a finishing phrase. “You’re unbelievable!” She clumsily tucks the P.K.E. Meter back in the pocket of her uniform at the side of her leg and starts walking with quick and big steps.

Harry grows quiet then, his brows furrowing as he returns his full attention to her walking away from him. With their chatter gone, the only sound is the wicked laugh from the decoration again. His shoulders fall with a sigh before he decides to jog after her.

Jumping in front of her and walking backwards to get her attention, he grins. “Well?” He impatiently prompts after a moment, and even though she’s not looking at him, she can feel him looking intently at her with his emerald green irises burning into her face. “I was right.”

YN stops abruptly in front of a house, leaving Harry almost continuing walking, hands pressed into a fist at her sides as she quickly clears her throat. “No.” Her voice is tight. “And now what?”

He hums low in his throat, and his voice is laced with fake curiosity. “Really?” His head tilts to the side. “What did I get wrong?”

“I—” She hates the way everything inside her is burning from his asking. If Harry really knows her, like he says he would, then he knows how much she hates losing the control in this exact situation. “You know the basics of me, not me.”

The sound that leaves his mouth is loud and pretentious, and his whole body curves towards the ground as the laughs roll out of him with a hand clutching his stomach. His eyes are crinkled and shut as he pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose to keep them there. “Right, sorry.” Harry’s voice is full of amusement.

YN keeps her body stiff and stares at the street behind him, refusing to engage in this conversation any further. He lazily drags his hair out of his face, fixing the curls that bother him while chuckles continue to escape him. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I understand—” He waves off their argument with a flick of his hand.

By now his curls are a mess from the constant fidgeting, and his cheeks behind his stubble have a rosy tint to them from the laughter that left his pink lips a moment ago. His dimples are present and look all infuriatingly cute with how deep they etch into his skin. They show just how entertaining he found teasing her. Idiot, she thinks, why can he look so good while being as troublesome as carving a badly chosen pumpkin.

Then there is a scream.

Both their heads shoot up as they stare at each other in silence, waiting for the scream to sound again.

Another scream.

Both their heads turn around to the house behind them. The windows glowing in different lights and colours, loud music blasting through the walls and echo through the whole street.

“It could be a scream of fun.” His eyes stare at the side of her face as her whole attention is on the house still. “Or of ecstasy and pleasure. Or the type of scream where someone gets thrown in the pool with their clothes still on.” He shudders. “Gross feeling—”

“Just shut up for once!” YN hisses between clenched teeth. “Can’t you for once not talk about what gets your dick wet?!”

“Heeeeyyyy…” His hand comes up to lie over his heart, pouting playfully. “I’m not materialistic. I’m a man with needs. I like being happy and having lots of sex.”

She rolls her eyes, but proceeds to walk close to the house while getting the P.K.E. Meter out of her pocket. Just one look and her jaw drops. “Spirit energy is the strongest here.”

His amused grin falls from his face, replaced with a serious expression mixed with some kind of shock. “Okay, what’re we gonna do now?”

The smallest tug of her lips upwards makes itself known to Harry as his own smile grows. “I guess we’re going to a party tonight.” She shrugs.

YN glances at Harry then, and she knows that his thoughts are the complete opposite from hers: there is no way that they’d put on costumes. No way in hell.

A pleased smirk slowly spreads across his face. His grin is stretched from ear to ear when she looks back at him.

“No way! No, Harry, no. There is no way in hell I am dressing up!”

“And just what exactly are you supposed to be?”

One of his brows is lifted as his teeth hold his bottom lip to fight the mocking smile that creeps onto his mouth. Scrunching his nose to cover his amusement, the knuckle of his finger scratches along the tip to hide all the amusement. It’s just so funny how she stands there, bad posture and grumpy face. Although she glares at him, and he knows he’ll regret it later on, there’s something endearing about it. Harry feels his cheeks hurt.

YN swings her arms up once, letting them flop audibly to her sides. She tilts her head, squinting her eyes at him. “A mortician, obviously.” She deadpans.

His lips twitch. “Can you be a sexy mortician?”

Only then she sees that he is dressed as a Stormtrooper from Star Wars. White armour that hugs him perfectly and a helmet tucked under his armpit. Harry really does look good. YN is not stupid, she knows he’s one of the prettiest men she’s ever seen. His mossy green eyes, pink wet lips, chestnut hair that curls behind his ears and frames his face, now held back with a bandana and a hair clip. The mole at the underside of his jaw and the one that almost disappears in the dimple when he smiles makes him look like a real greek god. But this enthusiasm over his looks is completely inappropriate at this moment.

“In your dreams surely.” She shoots him a fake smile. “Seriously though. Is this really necessary?”

Harry nods curtly as he pushes his sunglasses into his backpack. “Of course it’s necessary.” He says, folding his uniform neatly and packing it away along with their stuff too. “I haven’t been to a party for two months. And we don’t wanna attract any attention, do we?”

“Okay, but—” YN follows Harry as he walks towards a room, knocking before pressing his ear to the wood of the door. “Here? Really? Does this seem like the best place for a ghost to be?”

He enters the room, one quick look around to make sure there’re no people making out, and waves her in. Harry glances at her over his shoulder, pausing his long strides to look at the wardrobe in the corner he spotted from the door. “Yeah, you saw how the P.K.E. freaked out. If you’re really bothered, you can wait outside while I try to kill it.”

YN considers it for a moment but decides against it. She needs to somehow be engaged when they find the supernatural creature to ease her mind, and honestly, she doesn’t know if Harry means it genuinely or if he’s teasing her again. He probably wouldn’t even manage to tell if the ghost is near until it kills him.

She pulls the straps of the backpack over her shoulders, adjusting the weight. “Let’s just get this over with.” She sighs as she steps over the wooden floor to help Harry get their Proton Backs and their uniforms into the closet to hide it before they get back. “We’re on a tight schedule.”

“Oh yes?” There’s an amused smile playing on his lips, a tiny hint of a dimple just barely appearing on his cheek. “You’ve got plans for later? You know… when you’re getting rid of these horrible boots and finally get to take off this smelly costumes—”

“Do you ever get tired of listening to yourself?” YN grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest. “Because you talk awfully a lot.”

Harry glances at her, his pretty green eyes glimmering. “I think I’m not the only one, love.”

The flush on YN’s face with hearing the pet name works its way to the apple of her cheeks. “Don’t call me that.” She mumbles as her eyes drop from Harry to the ground, turning around to walk out of the room. “Come on now. I want to get this over with.”

“Okay.” He says slowly, clamping the tiny gun on the belt of his costume. “What’s the problem then?”

The sound of the music downstairs gets louder and louder as they stand there, and YN raises her voice to be heard. “Why does it matter to you?”

He pushes the door open with his shoulder and lets her slide through the slit first, YN rolling her eyes at his gentlemanly behaviour, and shrugs. “It doesn’t.” They step down the stairs and the heavy bass from the music blasting through the room pumps through the whole room. He slightly leans in. “Just curious is all.”

“Well, you don't need to be curious.” YN snaps at Harry, ultimately regretting it as the tiny smirk playing around his lips grows to a smug one. The song changes to one she doesn’t know. “We should go through that crowd and watch the P.K.E. You have it, right? Maybe we should split u—”

Harry watches the crowd going wild in front of them, snapping out of it at her words. “Right, come on!”

He waves his hand at her and disappears in the sweaty crowd.

There’s a frustrated pout on her lips as she realizes that Harry didn’t really listen to what she’d just said. “Split up. Maybe we should split up…”

She doesn’t understand.

The apparatus clearly freaked out as they stood in front of the house earlier. Now that she lost Harry in the crowd, standing by herself and getting bumped into, the thing looks like it’s almost asleep. The faint lamps flicker here and there. Nothing to be worried about though.

It’s hopeless. She feels hopeless. The frustration from the morning is there again as she feels her bones ache. Perhaps she could go out to get some fresh air.

“YN! Over here!”

The girl turns towards the dancing people, her eyes wide as she realizes Harry is dancing with finger guns pointed to the ground as his shoulders shimmy in a way that doesn’t even fit to the rhythm of the music. His smile is particularly glowing under the colourful lights that are streaming from everywhere, his eyes seem to be doing the same. He releases one hand that’s formed to a fist to brush away a strand of hair that escaped his clip before beckoning her forward.

“Dance a bit?” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes that immediately makes YN uneasy. “We��ve been searching the whole time. We can have a bit of fun tonight, can’t we?”

YN snorts, fiddling with the black fabric of her costume. “It’s a ghost hunt, right? Walking and searching is the point, isn’t it?”

Harry shrugs slightly, the corner of his mouth still stretched into a smile. “I haven’t been to a good Halloween party in a while. And I assume you haven’t either?”

She ignores his comment about her. “I doubt that this is the best one you’ve attended, Harry.” She rolls her eyes. “I don’t think they’ll be up to your standards.”

“That’s for me to decide, isn’t it?” He playfully matches her eye roll before turning his expression into a pleading puppy-like one. “Please? We’ll get the damn ghost later, too.”

“Harry—”

“Just one dance!” Harry pleads, jutting out his bottom lip. “Please? To celebrate not killing each other?”

Despite herself, a small laugh falls from her mouth.

“The mission is not over yet, Harry.” She points out.

“YN…” Harry whines, his eyes seeming to get bigger and bigger. “Come on!”

YN bites her bottom lip between her teeth as she looks down to her feet then back up to him. Maybe they could use a break before they continue. The P.K.E is still not alarming them so it’s not a real risk. And it’s Halloween...

“Fine.” She gives in, ignoring the feeling in her stomach when she sees his green eyes light up. “But just one song!”

Harry, realizing she’s coming towards the dance floor now, throws his hands up in the air and sinks further into the crowd.

“Harry—” YN speaks, although her voice gets swallowed by the sounds. “What should I—”

“Don’t worry, just relax.” Harry assures her, his eyes flickering over her appearance quickly. “You look great, sexy mortician. Just go with it!”

There’s really no choice but to go with it, because within a moment, Harry has a silly smile on his face as he takes her hands to pull her closer, his body moving in sways to the music but his eyes are still interlocked with hers. Also, the bodies that are pushing her back and forth, force her closer to him.

He dances with confident motions. All YN can do is stare with a shocked expression painted across her face as Harry continues to lure her in. He makes eye contact with a specific person right beside her, a Freddie Mercury, she thinks, before he twirls and thrusts his hips in a way that should make her blush and want to leave and not be so tingly with nerves.

It’s then that Harry’s attention turns back to YN, his eyelids hooded, hiding the half of his emerald irises as he strolls back towards her. YN is certain that he’s never looked at her the way he does now.

The closer he gets to her, the less she can breathe. YN feels like her breaths are stuttering in her chest, giving barely enough oxygen to keep her going. Harry seems unaware of the effect he’s having on her. His long limbs are loose and lanky as he continues to move to the music, the smirk on his face mixed with something that she can’t put her finger on.

He leans impossibly closer, the scent of his cologne and sweat that comes from him as he presses his forehead to her temple reminds her exactly what they are supposed to be doing. “Dance.” He rasps into her ear, breath tickling her skin. Just then she manages to get a grip and shove his shoulder to push him away enough for her to distance herself and breathe again.

YN moves around, glancing at him over her shoulder as she decides to sway her hips to the music, deciding it’s kinda fun, too. Harry watches her with darkened eyes that hold a hunger to it. He looks like a pet wanting its toy.

Turning around and now full-on jumping, she sees him enjoying it by the way his smile grows as he runs a hand indiscriminately through his sweaty curls. She points at him slowly, singing to the song, but Harry grips the finger, then her hand and easily pulls her to him. He begins to move to the music again, keeping the fabric of her costume clutched within his hold. YN can feel how tightly he’s gripping her by now. His eyes break away from hers for only a moment to eye her lips that move with every word of the song before snapping back to her gaze. When she sucks in a breath, she can taste Harry’s cologne on her tongue and she fights back a gasp.

Harry releases the hold of the wrinkled fabric at her back to change to the skin at her neck, the coolness of his rings against her hot skin makes YN stutter. The need to be closer to him has sparked in her and by the way Harry keeps licking his pink lips, he knows it.

YN though refuses to be the only one who’s affected by this and her hand leaves her side to his hair, tugging on it harshly. The grip on her neck grows tighter and his free hand presses her thighs and hips to his own as he guides the two of them to the beat of the music. His eyes are glued to her lips as YN lets go, eyes glittering shut and her head thrown back, the heat in her stomach growing hotter with every tug of his teeth on his swollen lip and every swipe of his tongue to soothe.

The song slowly comes to an end, the song changing, and this is where they should break apart. But it’s just so hard with the way his curls are a mess from YN’s fingers and his chest heaving visibly with every breath he takes.

YN tries. She tries to keep her mind going, swallowing hard as her mouth has run dry, breath sucked out with the way he looks at her. It’s over. The one dance has been danced and this should be it. The stolen glances to her lips and his heavy eyelids are a sight to see and hard to reject. His upper lips brush her lips, barely even a touch

A frantic beeping snaps them out of whatever trance they just were in.

His forehead drops to hers, the taste of his scent blurring her senses. “Harry—” She manages to say before he cuts her off.

“Don’t.” He sounds almost pained. His voice comes out as a rasp like it hurts to get the words out of him. Harry takes a few deep breaths before eventually pulling away from her, gesturing for her to turn around.

YN’s teeth capture the skin of her cheek, the air around her feels suddenly cold. Staring at the ground of feet stepping around, she doesn’t notice that Harry fished the P.K.E. out of her bag. Her face feels hot as he steps into her field of view, showing her the apparatus that seems to break with how much it beeps and blinks in his hand.

Her eyelids blink rapidly, not fully understanding how the situation could turn so fast. “It’s here.”

Harry nods. Once and harsh. “It’s here.” He confirms.

The change in his demeanour is telling her that he’s irritated by what just happened. He tries to catch her gaze but she avoids any contact that’s possible.

She gulps the lump in her throat. “We should look for a basement.” His jaw flexes, but he shows no proof that he really heard her. A sigh falls from her lips. “Harry.” She says firmly.

Harry, it seems, snaps out of whatever trance he was just in. He can’t pretend to be deaf. “Yeah, a basement…” A curt nod as he glances at her for a moment before turning around and leaving the mass of costumed people.

YN bumps into a few people on her way out, standing on her tiptoes to make sure she doesn’t lose Harry again. She sees him by a staircase again. It’s leading downstairs from where weird noises come from.

“It’s the strongest here.” Harry states, his eyes set into the darkness down the stairs.

A huff and Harry blinks the daze from his eyes to blink confused at her. “Let’s go, then.” She says, arms crossed in front of her chest and walking down the stairs.

It’s dark. As his eyes adjust to the darkness, he can faintly make out shapes across the room. “Did you find a light switch yet?”

“No, obviously not.” He hears her voice from over the room. “Otherwise I would’ve already switched it on, don't you think?”

A breathy laugh leaves his lips. “No need to get snappy.”

He hears her mutter something, practically seeing her rolling her eyes, as he feels along the wall.

The sound of a thump.

His fingers find the light switch and flip it on. YN adjusts to the sudden light with a squint of her eyes. Harry’s eyes are wide as he stands frozen in place. Her eyes rising upwards to him, arms lifted in surrender. After a second he finally blinks multiple times while his brows are painfully furrowed.

He runs his fingers into his eyes. “Think I’m blind. “He blurts.

“Harry, the box.” YN looks to the ground.

Following where her finger is pointing at, Harry’s attention picks up as he scans their surroundings. As he faces Yn again, he blinks hard. It takes him a moment of standing with his mouth gaping open before he swallows.

Pink and green fog encircles YN’s body from behind. Two evil faces grin at Harry.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Her eyebrows are deep in her face, getting uncomfortable. “Harry.” She waves her hand in front of his face.

He shakes his head carefully, his index finger in front of his lips, silencing her. The other one goes to his belt where his gun is tucked securely. “They are staring at me.”

YN stills for a moment. “Shoot them.” She presses.

With cautious fingers, he feels his belt, trying to get a good grip at his weapon as Harry’s eyes stay on the ghosts and the one whose hands reach for YN. It’s the look on her face that tells him to be quick because although she deals with this multiple times a week, there’s also fear glimmering in her eyes.

Before its hands wrap around her throat, he shoots forward, pulling YN behind him, and fires the specific golden bullet. A painful screech echoes through the room and it explodes with not much mess. The other one, their main target, laughs and disappears through the wall.

YN breathes heavily and stares into nothing particular, looking far away. Harry doesn’t look too far off, blinking quickly as if a spell had come over him. They only realize they were holding hands the entire time, the moment they had to let go.

He clears his throat, mesmerized by the feeling of her clammy hand engulfed by his and the other one gripping his bicep. YN, however, doesn’t look all too happy about it.

“It escaped again.” She states, jaw clenching uncontrollably with the way she has to press the words out of her. “Could you get the stuff from upstairs?”

Harry sighs. Hurt by the fact that she acts this way. “YN, wait.”

Shaking her head, fingers fiddling with the gown of her costume, she tears her eyes away from the ground. It’s only a swift glance. “Just hurry up, alright?”

It’s like they’re back to the start. Square one. Like nothing happened.

The ghost escaped them. Again. They don’t talk. Again. Every little none existent interaction between them while it’s silent, makes the air around them even heavier.

“Yn.” He risks a glance at her from the corner of his eye. She grips her weapon tight in her hands, the skin in her knuckles stretching and turning white. A frustrated sigh falls from him. “YN, why are you ignoring me now?”

She winces then. Like she didn’t expect him to call her out like that. She shrugs, lifting her shoulders and dropping them down. “I’m not ignoring you.”

An offended scoff tumbles past his lips. “You aren’t talking to me. At all. It looks like ignoring to me.” The silence is finally getting to him. “Shouldn’t we talk about—“

YN twists her body in his direction abruptly stopping in her tracks. “What is there to talk about?” She snaps.

He looks offended with his lips parted and forehead wrinkled. “What do you mean? There’s plenty to talk about!”

That’s true. But seeing Harry like this, disappointed and huffy makes her ultimately feel like she has to guard the only thing that’s left. These sorts of feelings are weird to her and annoying. “It was a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened.” So she rolls her eyes and shrugs it off as if it’s nothing. “Looks like an entity is near.” She hesitates. “I know it’s Halloween and it’s stupid to enter a corn maze now. Makes the best movies, though, doesn’t it?”

Harry stops directly in front of the entrance, making her stop too. A hint of hurt crosses his face, but Yn thinks it’s just her wishful thinking. “You think it was a mistake?” He mutters.

“I do, yeah.” She nods her head to the first turn. “It was a heat of the moment thing.” Lie.

As she rounds another corner, completely out of her feeling. Her eyes shift to Harry for a moment who silently follows her with his gaze fixated on the ground. He looks like he’s deep in thought.

And he is. He was convinced that YN liked losing herself in the moment for once like she did when they danced together. Harry is sure he wasn’t the only one feeling the heat and the want between them. It was like she enjoyed it. Now, it seems, YN can’t wait any longer to get the furthest away from him.

She’s always like this. Running away from commitment, from feelings, from honest things, from him. At first, when they met that one time at this party where they got introduced, he thought it might be a phase. A stressed period in her life. Quickly, he came to conclusion, it wasn’t. It’s just like she is. And although it can be annoying at times, Harry likes the way she is. But YN just doesn’t see it.

Harry smacks into her back as she abruptly stops, getting pulled out of his thoughts.

YN doesn’t even react as she only tumbles a bit forward. Her mouth wrinkles in displeasure and she frowns.

“What?”

“Another closed path.” She mutters. “How did you manage to get us lost in a corn maze?”

“Woah, stop. I didn’t do anything, remember?” His finger dig into his chest. “You were the one that wanted to run away from everything as always!”

“I do not run away from everything!” She makes a face as if it’s the most absurd thing she’s ever heard of.

“What about McCullen’s party? You weren’t running away then?” The corner of his lips forms into a smile.

“N-no. That was completely different.”

“You slapping me after the kiss is so much more different than you ignoring me after almost kissing me?” He lifts a brow.

“I wasn’t kissing you! You leaned in after suggesting to dance. You implied it!”

“So it’s my fault?” The amused facial expression is really making YN want to slap him right now. It’s smug and everything that makes her cheeks heat up.

“Yeah.” She mumbles.

“I thought we were getting along better.” Harry’s voice trails off, his eyes flickering to the ground for a brief moment before staring back at YN.

“We kinda were.” She nods, teeth tugging on her bottom lip and she feels a sudden shyness overcoming her. “It’s hard to forget why we don’t get along though.”

“Is it?” Harry smiles nervously. “You remember?”

“Yes!” She scoffs playfully. “The first night we met through Isha. She secretly wanted to set us up? You were nice but after you tried to kiss me and I slapped you, you were being rude and an arsehole.”

“No! That’s not right.” He protests. “I was making jokes, like I always do, trying to break the ice after the whole situation got fucking awkward! I thought I was being obvious!”

“Well, you could’ve told me that you were about to kiss me!” The heat on her neck works its way to her cheeks.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” He sends her a crooked smile. “Tell me the next time.”

The amused smirk on his face falls, quickly coming to realize what he said.

YN clears her throat. “Anyways… Isha told me you’re more of a one night kind of guy. I’m just not the type of person to do that.”

Harry fixes his gaze on the ground, rolling his eyes at her words. Making sure she doesn’t see.

“I’m sorry, okay. It’s in the past and it will never happen again.” He looks annoyed by their conversation. “Let’s just focus on the fact that we’re here in this damn situation and can’t find Bob.” He finishes, breathing heavily at his outburst.

“Who the fuck is Bob? You named the ghost Bob?” YN says suddenly out of the silence. She scrunches her nose. “Why did you do that?”

Harry laughs, his body moving with the rolls of giggles. “Yeah. Sounds a bit nicer than always calling it a ghost or a thing.”

She rolls her eyes, lips straightening to fight the urge to smile about his typical Harry behaviour. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, shoulders raising and falling quickly. “It gives the ghost a bit of importance, no? Like a personality or something.”

YN snorts. “Or something.” She repeats him.

“No need to make fun of it now.” Harry defends himself. “At least I value personalities.”

She watches the way he scratches under his chin where his stubble seems to get longer than it ever was before. He looks like he knows what just slipped him.

YN clears her throat, turning around to stare at him. “What?”

“I don’t mean that—I uh, I was about to say that you—”

“I don’t value personalities?” YN raises a brow in question. How could the comfortable atmosphere change to an ice-cold surrounding within a heartbeat?

He shakes his head, sensing the shift in her tone. “I didn’t say that.” He mumbles as he looks anywhere else but at her.

“But you meant it.”

When Harry glances at her again, his eyes darker than before and his ears a faint red, he gulps the lump in his throat. “No, I… no. I just mean—”

“What? What do you mean, Harry?”

“Could you please—” His voice is loud before he tries to calm himself. “Please, just let me explain.”

Harry licks his lips, clearing his throat along with it before answering. His nervousness is clear in his movements and his facial expression. “I know you find it important that I don’t know a lot about your…personal stuff. You are not exactly living the dream in the dating life.” He words his phrases very carefully as he keeps stealing glances at her. “And from what I know you also don’t think it’s a need to try and find a partner, even just for one night… for whatever reason that might be…That’s totally okay though.” He fiddles with his rings. “But having you blame me all the time just because you assume things about me is nasty.”

Indignant sputters from YN as she is unable to form a proper response. Anger rises in her chest. “So you accuse me of not valuing personalities?”

“While you having a thing for me, yes.”

An incredulous scoff falls from her mouth, halting her movements. YN can’t believe what he just said. It feels like he punched her right in the face with how easy that just tumbled from him. The anger bubbling in her chest makes her cancel out any coherent thoughts that could lead to rational decisions. It leaves her with fury. “That’s bold of you to say!”

Her low voice that’s lacking any emotions should make Harry take a step back, instead, his shoulders square as his posture shifts to one that guards him and gets defensive. “Am I wrong? It’s not like you hide it any good—”

She turns around. “I’m going.” YN is faster gone before Harry can so much but grab the straps of his backpack and try to sprint after her.

Her rational mind that wouldn’t be swarmed by angry thoughts would tell her to stop walking as it’s in the middle of the night on Halloween, but it’s not so she stumbles around every corner where corn protrudes into the sky.

“YN—” The sound of Harry’s heavy pace following her around every corner makes her go faster. “YN, come back—”

She turns on her heel, fast and fuming. Her heart pounds so hard against her chest she thinks that it might break something. “Just fucking leave me alone, Harry.” YN hisses. “I don’t know what your problem is. What is your problem? Why are you always being so— so vile about everything I do?”

Harry takes a step back at her outburst. He freezes. “I don’t—” His eyebrows wrinkle in the middle of his forehead as he struggles to say what he wants. “I don’t think I’m being... vile.”

“Well, you are!” She shouts. “Vile, mean, nasty, careless, a narcissist and everything in between. And just because I bruise your ego, doesn’t mean you can insinuate things about me! I don't appreciate you acting like a fucking jerk towards me, yes -- that doesn’t mean I hate you though.”

Harry’s jaw tenses, muscles flexing, an emotion crosses his face that she can’t name as he listens to her speak. “I told you I didn’t mean it. A joke under friends. It was supposed to be a joke. Because—”

“Because what? We’re not friends, Harry!” Her voice breaks at the end. “I don’t need you joking with me or rather about me! Especially not when you already know I’ve got a thing for you!”

Harry looks like he got slapped right over his face. His mouth opens to respond and although his green irises look full of emotion, no words cross his lips. He closes his mouth, eyes shifting to the ground before YN can see a million things flitting through his mind that he wants to say but just can’t. YN is sure whatever he has to say, she doesn’t want to know. Rather than asking herself why he’s concerned about her having feelings for him, she only takes his silence as an answer of rejection.

“Great! Just— great!” Her response makes Harry tear his gaze from the ground. “I want to split up. We’re faster if you go this way and I go that way.” She points to where the path splits in two directions.

“It’s too dangerous—”

“Don’t.” Her hand hovers between them to make sure he can’t get any closer. “I don't need your help.”

Then she turns and walks away from him into the darkness.

Harry shivers as her steps are too far away to be heard and the night around him grows colder. He tries to hear some kind of noises but other than his racing heart and his heavy breathing, it’s silent.

Well, that got fast out of control, he thinks. Maybe she doesn’t need his help but what he meant is that he definitely needs her help. Because now that he’s standing there, not one step taken, he feels the fear creep up on him. Slowly but surely.

With his head turning in every direction, focused on anything that seems out of ordinary or like it could attack him, he starts walking. His hands with whom he’s holding the gun of his Proton Back shake with nerves. “Damn it, Harry. Get a grip. You’re not a fucking coward, you’re a ghost hunter.” A bird flying out of the corn makes him jump. “Fucking—”

The palm on his chest is to soothe his heart that he’s sure of almost skipped a whole beat. In his head, he makes himself crazy and paranoid. He turns around and stops.

He makes a confused face. Has that scarecrow always been out there? With careful steps, he makes his way over to it. His face nears the face of the scarecrow, examining its look and its position. He curses himself that YN took the P.K.E.

He wants to turn around as he feels somebody tapping him on the shoulder. He faces it again. A red face makes silly grimaces at him. Caught!

“I was pretty obvious. You are a hunter, no? You should’ve noticed far sooner!” It laughs ugly and filthy.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Harry grins and raises his gun as it shoots towards him. “Maybe next time.” An orange string shoots out of the weapon, making him stumble back with its force. “See you in hell!” Harry shouts over the cracking sound of the laser-like stream, like a lasso, entangling around the red ghost that yelps once before the stream gets too tight and the ghost just bursts.

Harry wipes the sweat off his forehead. Smiling, proud with himself.

A terrified scream that pierces through his head makes Harry tear from his thoughts. The nervous feeling settles deep in his stomach. “YN!” He listens for any sound.

“Harry!” At that, he sprints to where her voice comes from. He thinks he was never faster than he is now. He curses himself as he stands in front of a closed path. Turning around he frantically looks around him. There’s a lump in his throat, his mind flickering back to their argument. It’s his fault he thinks. If he hadn’t mentioned her feelings then this wouldn’t have happened. The only thing he feels is worry.

He stops and tries to hear YN’s voice again. “Yn! Hey—” Harry rounds the corner, stopping as he notices they’re in the middle of the maze and sees her standing there, back facing him. “YN, hey. I thought something happened.”

A crease appears between Harry’s brows as registers a motion. She turns around to him. Her costume is dirty as if she’d tripped while running. With four long strides, he’s standing right in front of her, a careful hand resting on her shoulder. YN still won’t look at him.

Although he hesitates, he can’t help but to lean forward and embrace her in a tight hug. It’s nice to be wrapped around her, their bodies close, his heart pounding. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He whispers. But there’s some sort of change Harry can’t quite put his finger on. It’s the way she hasn’t said anything, the way she won’t react to his hug, the way she stands stick-still. As he pulls away, he notices the change in her eyes.

“Maybe you should give it a kiss.” She whispers.

That’s the last thing he expected her to say. “What?”

YN, it seems, is out of her trance. Having a flirtatious smile on her mouth as she blinks at him. “My lips. Maybe you should kiss them.”

He knows something is wrong. The cold that runs through his body as he locks eyes with her tells him enough already. “W-what? What are you saying, YN? What happened?”

YN rests her hand on his shoulder, light fingertips brushing down his arm and back up to his neck. Her skin is cold against his. His gaze is frightened as the delicate touch grows more violent, squeezing his neck dangerously close to where his windpipe lies. “YN…” Her name slips from his lips as he meets her eyes in question.

She silences him with her index finger pressed to his lips. “I want you to kiss me.”

“No.” He stutters, so much more unsure than he normally is.

“Harry... I want you to kiss me!” The grips of her hands on his body get ultimately tighter and her voice more aggressive.

His arms come up between hers to break the clutch and tumbles a few feet away from her onto the ground.

“Would you rather kiss me or die?” The monster in her shouts, voice low and raspy. Her eyes glimmering with everything that’s devil.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, he chants in his head to YN. “I would rather die than kiss your slimy lips, that’s for sure!” Harry scrambles quickly from the ground as Yn lifts a few inches from the ground and hurtles towards him. Before he can attack Harry he gets his weapon to shoot into YN’s thigh. He gets hurled away.

A loud noise from the gun and a horrible, toe-curling yowl echoes through the silence of the night. The ghost, sheer green substance shooting into the air, leaves her body with whines and curses.

Quickly, Harry crawls to her weak body that lies a few feet away from him. Anxiety is a strange feeling. Her eyes flutter and her face looks pale.

“YN. Hey, hey.” He takes her hand in his own, squeezing to assure not only her but him too, that everything’s gonna be fine. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’ll be okay.”

“Harry…” Her mouth is dry when she tries to respond. Slowly licking her lips, she notices how his eyes fill with a sheen of tears. “Harry.”

YN wants to sit up, Harry helping her with a hand in her back, fingers brushing over the costume, and the one hand she’s still holding onto, thumb brushing over her knuckles. A few curls have fallen from his hair clip hair into the path of his eyes, tangling in his eyelashes a bit. “There’s blood on your shirt.” She mumbles staring at his torso.

Harry blinks and looks down on his Stormtrooper costume. “Oh, don’t worry, it’s not mine. I’m not hurt.”

Reality hits her as she sees the ghost clutching his body and flying in circles and loops over them in the air. “Bob.” She mutters. “You’ve got Bob.”

A familiar sensation begins to curl itself around Harry’s core. The corner of his pink lips pull up with relief washing over him. “Yes, I—yes. I’ve got Bob.” A small laugh, mostly an exhale of breath sounds from him as she raises their intertwined fists between them.

“Now or never.” She whispers, eyes glimmering at him with an emotion he’s never seen on her before.

But he nods, a small smile playing around his lips. “Now or never.”

Harry helps her get up with one wounded leg, supporting her with a hand on her elbow. He curls his fingers around the weapon, pointing to the ghost in the air. “Ready?”

YN nods. “Ready.” Doing the same as she stares at the side of his face. Harry feels her intense stare.

He smiles at her with a confused pull of his brows. “What?”

“Nothing, I—nothing.” She shrugs, laughing lightly with whatever is going through her mind. Her eyes shift to the ghost. Her hand hanging between them finds his, her pinkie hooking around his pinkie before sliding her fingers through his. The sensation of the warm skin that’s fitting so good to hers, although they’re a bit clammy, makes her shiver with goosebumps.

YN can sense him now looking at her. Like she hung the moon. Which is weirdly ironic at how the full moon is shining down on them.

Their fingers apply pressure on the button of their weapons. Harry presses his heel into the ground to strengthen his position with the power of the orange lasso that traps the supernatural creature in the air. YN tumbles beside him, but he pulls her a bit closer to his body with his hand as a blue lasso also tightens around the ghost. It screeches in pain and if Harry wouldn’t be trying to kill it while he’s holding hands with Yn to help her, he would cover his ears. But he clenches his teeth and walks together with YN towards the ghost whose body gets thinner and thinner with how tight the lasso gets.

A final yelp and it explodes. Green slime flies everywhere. The two, however, are too slow to shield from the leavings of its body.

Harry dares to open one of his eyes, wiping his eyes burning from the substance with the back of his wrist.

“Ew.”

Harry gives her a small smile before laughing. Raking his hand through his sticky curls and turning to see a grossed out YN.

“I will never get used to this part.” She wipes over her eyes, opening them slowly to be met with Harry’s crooked smile, dimples on full display.

A grin of herself painted across her own face, so big that her cheeks ache, YN joins Harry in a fit of laughter. Clutching her belly as she giggles uncontrollably.

And as they stand there in the middle of the night on another Halloween night, lost in a corn maze with green slime all over them and stinking of vomit, Harry thinks she couldn’t look more beautiful.

He clears his throat, suddenly overcome with nerves. “I forgot to mention earlier…” He fiddles with the rings on his fingers.

She sympathetically brushes her fingertips over his hand. “It’s fine, Harry.”

“No, no. I have to say it now, otherwise…” He trails off, glancing at her reaction. “You blaming me, while having a thing for me bothers me because I-I...Well, I have a thing for you, too…”

YN pauses. “You…what?”

“I know it sounds insane, really, but I thought me teasing the hell outta you would be pretty obvious but instead you always seemed a bit reserved and like you would never bother to be with someone like me.”

“Okay, stop.” Her hand touches his cheek, stroking her thumb across his sticky cheekbone. “I think we shouldn’t talk about this here.”

A breathy chuckle escapes him as he agrees. He carefully takes her hand in his, squeezing. His eyes switch between hers. “I’ve got a collection of horror movies and pizza delivery on speed dial. Maybe you want to come over?”

She smiles as his lips brush over the knuckles of her fingers, leaving a hint of a kiss there. “My favourite leisure activity.”

So they turn around, finding the way out of the corn maze, Harry’s arm draped over her shoulders, tucking YN into his side.

“You know if you’d just kissed me, maybe then I wouldn’t have a hole in my thigh now.”

"Don’t say that! We came! We saw! We kicked its ass!"

She snorts. “You’re something else.”

I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A BEAUTIFUL AND SPOOKY HALLOWEEN!

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* ⚠️ Warnings: A lot of angst. Mentions of sex. A little fluff. People drinking alcohol. ⚠️ This one shot was never meant to be a series. All of your love and appreciation spurred me in to write more. Hope you like this chapter. I cried while I was writing it. Part 5 is the finale.

Plain Gold Ring IV:

You Don’t Know What Love Is

“How could you know how lips hurt

'Till you've kissed and had to pay the cost

Baby, 'till you've flipped your heart and you have lost

You don't know what love is” Nina Simone

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Being on the board of your firm’s charity gala was a huge deal. On top of your normal duties you were in charge of the silent auction. The final auction items had all arrived and you had been busy categorizing everything and preparing for the night that you barely have time to focus on the Andy and Lori situation.

Not that it wasn’t grating on your last nerve. You were so short with everyone at work that it was becoming a problem. Stan had to have a talk with you. You just had to focus and get through this event.

Andy helped as much as he could. He was supportive when you were frustrated and quickly learned when to back off. Sometimes you were up until the wee hours he would literally drag you to bed. He knew how to keep your mind off of work for a while.

You were so busy that you hadn’t even purchased a dress. You and Liz went shopping after work. She was the only person to know about you and Andy.

“What do you think of this one? Think Andy will like it?” You wore a black long sleeved gown with a v that went down to right above your belly button and a slit up to your mid thigh.

“I mean, I’d fuck you.” she deadpanned. This was the dress. You would be comfortable in it all night. You also looked like a powerful bitch who would slit your throat.

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You had to be at the site earlier than the guests so you did your hair and most of your makeup at home. Andy had not seen your dress on purpose. You wanted him to see you when he walked in with Lori. Your petty brain was on overdrive.

“Well you look great” Andy said pointing to your sweats.

“Shush. I’m not putting on my dress and heels until the last second. I pressed your shirt it’s hanging in your closet. I also picked up your tux from the cleaners.”

He slid his arms around you and looked at you in the mirror. “Why are you so good to me?” His hands roamed your body and made contact with your bare skin under your tshirt.

“I am gonna be late.” You swatted his hands away.

“You have four hours. Didn’t you hire party planners?”

“Yes. I still need to get my nails done and set up the auction. You can have your way with me later.”

“But I want to now” he whined. “Please. I’ll be really quick.”

You giggled , “Sounds really fun for me. You know I would never ever miss an opportunity to cum all over your cock…” your face was so close to his your lips were nearly touching. Your hands were on his chest. His were on your hips pulling you closer. “But I have to go. Bye, baby.”

“Tease! You’ll pay for that.” he called after you.

You winked at him as you headed out of the door, “I certainly hope so.”

All Andy could do was laugh. He wished he could spend this evening whisking you around the dance floor. He couldn’t wait to see how beautiful you would look tonight.

In two days you would be on your way to Chicago. The movers were already on the way with your furniture. Your suitcase was in the process of being packed. He hated it. He was taking a long weekend to help you get settled. By Wednesday morning you would have to say goodbye. His heart broke a little every time he thought about it. Every single day he wanted to say he loved you. He was reluctant to ruin what you had knowing there was no way around the inevitable.

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Everything was set. The only thing left was for you to get dressed. You re-sprayed your hair and put on your jewelry. You spritzed Chanel over your wrists neck and cleavage. Last thing was to coat your lips in a matte oxblood to match your nails. You looked sleek and downright terrifying. Just as you planned.

“They just walked in.” Liz whispered from the doorway.

“How does she look?”

“Pretty and appropriate.”

“How do I look?”

“Like a bad bitch. Let’s go.”

You walked out with your shoulders back and your head high. You made sure the gown swished enough to expose your legs and the impossibly high heels you wore. Andy saw you from across the room and stopped dead in his tracks. You looked like you were walking in slow motion. He almost dropped his drink.

You made a b line for Stan and his wife Elaine who were standing directly behind the other couple. He smelled your perfume wafting off of you when you walked by. He almost lost it right there.

“Y/N! What a knockout. Elaine, isn’t she gorgeous?” You kissed his cheek with the side of your mouth careful not to smear your lipstick.

“Christ, Stan. Keep it in your pants. You look beautiful, honey.”

“Thank you, Elaine. So good to see you. Lovely as always.”

“Thank you, dear. Now how is it possible you are here without a date? Stan, you work the poor thing so much she can’t even find a man. That’s why she’s leaving you.”

“And for many other reasons” you joked. You were very much aware that Andy was behind you. “Elaine have you met Andy and Lori Barber?”

You took Lori’s hand and ushered them over. “No, I haven’t. So nice to finally meet you.”

“You get to know each other. I’m going to grab a drink. Can I get anyone anything?” Such a good hostess.

“I’d love a scotch. Elaine wine?” She nodded.

“Andy?”

“You won’t be able to carry all of those drinks. Let me come with you.” Andy patted Lori on the arm. “I’ll be right back.” When you were far enough away he took a long look at you. “How long til I get to rip that dress off of you?”

Your cheeks heated, “You won’t be ripping anything. This dress cost a fortune. It’s far too pretty to ruin especially with panty lines.”

“Fuck. I’m gonna ruin that pussy.”

“Promises promises, Mr. Barber.” He groaned and adjusted his pants.

“Such a tease.”

You delivered the drinks and excused yourself. For the rest of the night Andy only caught glimpses of you. He tried not to make it obvious but Lori could see. Once upon a time he looked at her like that. Except the way he looked at you was a look of complete adoration.

You tried avoiding the Barbers all night. The whole time Andy schmoozed and did his Andy thing, his arm was around her waist. She kept her hand on his chest. They were always finding little ways to touch each other. When he kissed her temple you nearly broke the clipboard you were holding.

Stan stood next to you draining his fourth drink, “You ok there, champ? Sweet couple aren’t they?”

“Yeah. They’re adorable.” You slammed the rest of your Old Fashion.

“Reminds me of me and Katherine . Remember Katherine?”

“Was she your second or third wife? I don’t remember.” Your words were dripping with sarcasm.

“Second. Every time we had one of these things Katherine was on my arm. She was great at this shit. She’d chat it up with the partner’s wives earning me brownie points while I fucked Elaine’s brains out in the John. Know why I married Elaine? She was the best goddamn litigator I’d ever seen. Gets my dick hard every time I think about it. She lit a fire in me that couldn’t be stoked. Kind of like you do for Andy.”

You blanched, “What do you mean?”

“Oh save it. I know you’re fucking. The whole office does. I see how he looks at you. But you can’t see how you look at him. Don’t let the act fool you. He’s stupid for you. Let me keep him for a couple of months before you move him to Chicago ok? He can make us some serious money.” He patted you on the ass and went back to Elaine. She was waiting for him with a big smile that he drunkenly devoured.

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The band started playing. When a slow song came on Lori took Andy’s hand. “Dance with me?”

For possibly the last time he held her. She closed her eyes, rested her head on his shoulder and let him lead her around the dance floor. He wasn’t reciprocating with the same tenderness. His eyes were held on you.

You watched him place his hand on the small of her back. The way he held her hand was a practiced action that he had perfected over sixteen years. When he let himself get lost for just a moment he was overcome with grief for himself and Lori. He pressed a kiss to her lips. Her heart fluttered and she kissed him back. You rushed out of the room when you saw them.

Lori felt her husband’s body stiffen. His hold on her loosened. It felt like he was forcing his body to stay with her. She understood why his mood shifted when she saw you leaving. She looked up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together with worry.

“How long have you been sleeping with her?” she asked quietly.

“A month. Maybe longer.” He couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t lie.

“So basically since you left.”

“My second day there. Lori, I’m so sorry. It just happened. I wasn’t looking for anything.”

“No, but you were open to something happening. Does everyone here know? Of course they do. I’m so humiliated. I think I’d like to go home.”

“I’ll get the car.”

“No. I can get myself home. This night is too important for you to leave early.”

“Lori…”

“I don’t want to be around you right now, Andy. I can’t.” She let go of his hand and left. She carried herself with poise and dignity but inside she was dying.

You were nowhere to be found. He spotted Liz who was chatting with some friends. “Where is she?”

“Auctions over. She left.”

“Shit. Thanks.”

“Andy, be gentle with her. Idiots.”

He ran to the valet and jumped in his car to race home. When he got out he noticed a suit case in the back of your car. The elevator was taking forever. He took the stairs two at a time to reach you before you got away.

He heard your heels clacking on the hardwood. Clothes were everywhere. “Y/N?”

“Bedroom.” You were still in your pretty dress. Still all made up throwing things in another suitcase.

“Going somewhere?”

“Hotel.”

“Mind telling me why?” His voice was hoarse like he had been screaming.

“The way you held her…you kissed her.” He grabbed your hands to make you look at him but you yanked them away. “This was stupid. I should have never gotten involved with you in the first place. Married men never leave. Please get out of my way, Andy. I have to go.”

“You think this was a mistake?” Slow tears rolled down his face. He undid his bow tie and sat down. “I don’t. I’m glad we met.”

“Why? Because I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest. So why are you glad?”

“Because you reminded me what it felt like to be cared for. To feel loved. You showed me what I had been missing for a long time now.”

“Happy to have helped.” You continued emptying drawers.

“Please stop packing. Please.” You wouldn’t look at him. He tried grabbing you several times but you moved beyond his reach. “Damn it! Why? Why do you always run when things get hard?”

“I’m not running.”

“No? So Chicago just came up? Or did you put out your resume the second you heard I got the job you wanted?”

Your cheeks heated. “You know how this business works. If I got passed over this time, they’ll keep doing it.”

“Right. And tonight? The second things get weird you run.”

“You kissed her!” You were trying not to cry.

“I know. I was sad. We’ve been Andy and Lori for the majority of our lives. Tonight felt so final. I know we’ll always have Jacob but, there is nothing else there. Please. I am so in love with you. Please.” He dropped to his knees and hugged you tight around your waist.

“Andy, you have to let me go.” He pressed his face into your stomach and broke down. “Andy? Sweetie? Come on. Let go.”

“Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll let you walk out of that door. I’ll never contact you again. But I know you do.”

“Stop….”

“Aren’t you tired of running?” You were tired. You ran away from your family, former lovers, dead end jobs. You wanted to finally be settled. Leave with a clean break. There was nothing clean about this. If you said you loved him there was no going back. This would be at least three years of a long distance relationship because he won’t leave Jacob. You didn’t want him to leave his son. This would be you exhibiting a level of trust you weren’t sure you had. He fell in love with you so fast. In your absence, what would stop him from falling for someone else? You were so weak when it came to Andy. Fucking perfect at everything Andy fucking Barber. Why couldn’t you shake him? Why couldn’t you just walk away like you have been trying to do since the first time you had sex?

BECAUSE WE LOVE HIM YOU DUMB TWAT. Your brain screamed. You couldn’t make your mouth work. You ran your fingers through his hair, “I love you, Andy.”

He pulled you down onto the floor and kissed you with abandon. “Say that again.” he whispered against your mouth.

“I love you. I love you. God help me, I love you.” A smile was plastered on his face for the rest of the night. Packing could wait.

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