#a full blown alcoholic. our apartment was messy as fuck and i was the only person who was cleaning it

[fandom-puff]

Gorilla- Remus Lupin

Warnings: smut- rough sex. Mentions of drugs/alcohol but as like a metaphor no one takes drugs/alcohol in this. Remus getting wild in the sheets 😉😉 also remus gets called daddy so

Also I like cut out the last bit of the song bc it’s basically like a repeat of the chorus with some ✨vocals✨

Gif creds to owner

Song creds to owners

Ooh, I got a body full of liquor

With a cocaine kicker

And I'm feeling like I'm thirty feet tall

So lay it down, lay it down

He was practically feral.

This close to the full moon, you knew better than to expect your usual tender lovemaking. No... tonight, Moony would take control, possessing the gentle man before you until he was a rutting beast.

Towering over you, Remus backed you up to the back of the bedroom door, which you had only just managed to kick closed, staring down at you with such intensity, it made your knees weak. His pupils were blown, the glinting greenness of his irises now almost completely eclipsed by the black of his pupils. His hands lay against the door, either side of your head, boxing you in as you stared up at him, eyes wide; you really felt like little red riding hood cornered by the big bad wolf.

And you definitely weren’t afraid of the ‘big bad wolf’ who happened to be your boyfriend. As you so often did, you wanted the werewolf to ruin you, to make you scream until your vocal chords were raw, to fuck you until your eyes rolled back and you could barely string a coherent sentence together.

All that from being pinned to the wall and put under the scrutiny of Remus’s lust-filled eyes.

You got your legs up in the sky

With the devil in your eyes

The backs of your thighs burned with exertion as Remus held them up and apart, his face buried between your thighs as he drank from your wetness like a starving man. The little bedroom was filled with the soft whimpers you could no longer suppress and the lewd wet noises of Remus’s tongue sponging over your most sensitive parts.

Let me hear you say you want it all

Say it now, say it now

He had been down there for a while, and you had come several times from his tongue and lips against your now swollen clit, but you felt so empty. Despite your best efforts, Remus’s hands stayed holding your thighs apart, and his tongue had hardly dipped in your soaking channel.

“Remus, please!” You groaned, inwardly cringing at how needy you sounded. Yet, you could not bring yourself to care- you wanted nothing more than for him to be buried to the hilt inside of you, pounding you into the bed, finally dulling the throbbing ache of arousal that had been burning inside you for hours.

Look what you're doing, look what you've done

But in this jungle you can't run

'Cause what I got for you

I promise it's a killer,

You'll be banging on my chest

Bang bang, gorilla

Resurfacing from between your legs, Remus licked his glistening lips, staring at you as you backed up the mattress, towards the pillows. “Please...” you whined, reaching to tug him down to you, pawing at his jumper in a pathetic attempt to feel his skin against yours.

“You want this off, darling?” He murmured, voice throaty with arousal. You nodded quickly, sitting up to help him shove the jumper off, tossing it aside without a care in the world. Instantly you attacked Remus’s chest with your lips, occasionally trailing your nails down over it as he rid you of the last scraps of your clothes. “Get on your hands and knees,” he growled into your ear before biting the lobe sharply.

***

Yeah, I got a fistful of your hair

But you don't look like you're scared

You just smile and tell me, "Daddy, it's yours."

'Cause you know how I like it,

You's a dirty little lover

His name fell from your lips in a garbled chant of ecstasy as he pounded into you from behind, one hand maintaining the arch in your waist, the other wrapped tightly around your hair, holding your head up by a rough ponytail.

It was a good thing too- had it not been for his hand in your hair, you would’ve fallen face first into the sheets, which really would’ve been a shame as Remus so dearly loved to hear your cries and moans and whimpers as he shagged the living daylights out of you.

After a succession of several particularly well-aimed thrusts which had your eyes rolling back and your jaw slackening, and a rarely used word slipped out of you mouth. “D-daddy...”

If the neighbors call the cops,

Call the sheriff, call the SWAT ‒ we don't stop,

We keep rocking while they're knocking on our door

And you're screaming, "Give it to me baby,

[Explicit version:] Give it to me motherfucker!"

It was as if something in him snapped completely, and he yanked you up by the hair, still thrusting into you as his chest pressed into your back, a strong arm around your middle. “Daddy... Hmm, someone is a needy girl tonight,” he growled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine and bolts of arousal shooting to your core.

You nodded weakly, head looking back against Remus’s shoulder as you felt pleasure beginning to crest in your belly. You allowed yourself to fully let go, your suppressed moans dissolving into needy cries as you begged remus to make you come. You knew that there were silencing charms up, but couldn’t bring yourself to care if they were still working, too caught up in your ecstasy to care what Sirius may or may not be able to hear.

I bet you never ever felt so good, so good

I got your body trembling like it should, it should

You'll never be the same baby once I'm done with you

“Are you gonna come, sweetheart,” he grunted into you ear, the gentle pet name so dramatically different to the way he was wrecking you. “I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me... fuck, good girl,”

You moaned lewdly, pressing sloppy kisses to whatever bit of skin you could reach. “Daddy...” you whimpered, reaching down to rub desperately at your clit.

“I know... good girl, touch yourself while I fill you up, Princess,” he grunted, biting your shoulder slightly. “Fuck- you won’t be able to walk in a straight line once I’m through with you,”

You merely groaned in response, the change in pitch alerting him that you were teetering on the edge of your climax. “Come,” he growled, tilting your head to kiss you intensely as your orgasm crashed over you.

If it weren’t for his arms, you’d have collapsed on the bed in a twitching, messy heap. But remus held you up, holding you close as he released inside you with a feral growl of your name.

Breathing laboured, his grey-flecked hair in his eyes, he pulled out of you, shushing you tiny whimpers, helping you onto your side as you came down from your mountainous high.

Once partially recovered and totally cleaned up, you snuggled under the covers, holding onto each other. You could hear Remus’s heart pounding and knew that there were a few more intense rounds in store for you before the full moon- not that you minded of course. The ache already blooming between your thighs was indicator enough as to how much you and Remus enjoyed your intense couplings.

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[here4theheartbreak]

Missing (TaeKeySeok)

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✩ Relationships: Jung Hoseok x Kim Kibum x Kim Taehyung ✩ Genre(s): Fluff/Angst

✩ Rating: General ✩ Tags: swearing, alcohol mention, established relationship, polyamory, fluff, angst ✩ Summary:  After a fight, Taehyung refuses to answer one of his boyfriend's calls. But this one involves their other boyfriend, and might just change their whole world.

✩ Word Count: ~2.6k ✩ A/N: Written for @blink4jimin​ for the prompt #15 - Call me now. It’s urgent. Hope you enjoy!!

One thing that could never be said about Kim Taehyung was that he was a pushover. Rather, he was stubborn to a fault. Even in matters where, in the eyes of everyone else, the easiest thing to do would be to just let it slide. In hindsight, Taehyung knew that was what had gotten him into his current predicament.

He loved Hoseok and Kibum with his entire heart. They’d been together since he was nineteen, nearly seven years now. But they did have their disagreements. And, despite their love, sometimes those disagreements turned into full-blown arguments. Key was stubborn and blunt, and Taehyung’s sullen attitude often got to him. On the reverse, Key’s bluntness often came off harshly to Tae, and they ended up bickering worse. Hoseok was always their rock, the middleman, the one to soothe everyone’s tempers and get them back to a place where they were able to talk things through rationally. They all loved one another dearly, and the reactive arguments were just a part of their relationship. Despite them, there was never any ill will held after they finally made up, moving on as a solid trio through their lives.

That was where they were at the fateful Saturday mid-morning. Taehyung and Key had gotten into it over Tae’s messy shoe collection, which even Taehyung had to admit was getting a little out of control. But when Key had come at him, his response was, as per usual, more petulant than it should have been, resulting in an argument. Taehyung had stormed out of the apartment, opting to stay with his friend across the city instead.

What was strange, however, was that while Taehyung was playing video games with Jin the following morning, he received a call from Key. Key never called when they were arguing.

Taehyung scowled at the phone, watching it vibrate across the floor.

“You gonna answer it?” Jin asked.

“I… He doesn’t ever make the first move to apologize. No way am I going to answer it.”

“What if he realized he was in the wrong?”

“Not possible. Key-hyung’s ego is way too big for that.”

“Coming from you, those are strong words,” Jin teased, crying out when Taehyung slugged him in the bicep.

“Shut up and let’s play.” He muted the phone and turned his attention back to the television, starting up their game again.

Twenty minutes later, his phone buzzed again. Taehyung scowled.

“It must be important,” Jin said softly. “He doesn’t call twice often, in my experience.”

“Well he can just fuck right off,” Taehyung snapped, ignoring the call again.

Jin shrugged, turning back to the television. This time, a text came through almost immediately. ‘Call me now. It’s urgent.’

“Tae, I know you’re mad at him… But he seems really desperate to get ahold of you.”

“He shouldn’t have been so mean.”

Another text came through. ‘Please Tae. It’s Hobi.’

Taehyung’s eyes widened at that. He grabbed his phone, opening it and dialing Key’s number immediately.

“What about Hobi-hyung?” He asked, rising and pacing through Jin’s apartment. Jin rose as well, watching him closely.

“He never came home, Tae. He’s not with you?”

“No, I’m at Jin-hyung’s. I have been since our fight. I left when he was working.”

“He was at the studio, right? With his class? He shoulda been home no later than five or six. You left at like four-thirty.”

“It’s almost noon. Have you called Yoongi-hyung?”

“Mhm, he hasn’t seen him or heard from him.”

“What about the main choreographer he’s working with?”

“I don’t have his number.”

“I do,” Taehyung said. “I’ll call him, see when Hobi-hyung left the studio yesterday. I’ll head home now.”

“Okay.”

Taehyung hung up, immediately scrolling through his phone as he went for his shoes.

“What’s wrong with Hoseok?” Jin asked.

“He’s missing. He hasn’t come home and Key-hyung can’t get ahold of him.”

“I’ll go by some of our friend’s places,” Jin offered, “to see if he holed up there, maybe he went out for a drink or something after work.”

Taehyung nodded. “Thank you.” He rushed out as he put the phone to his ear, digging his car keys from his pocket.

Hoseok wasn’t particularly famous – not idol level fame at least, but he did have a following big enough that they had recently upped security at their apartment. And worse – Hoseok was a creature of strict habit. He never changed his nightly routine without letting Key or Taehyung know that he’d be home late, where he was going. It wasn’t that they required it – Hoseok was a grown man and capable of caring for himself, but it was just a way they all showed affection. Even in the middle of their argument, Taehyung had informed Key he was going to Jin’s. He may have screamed it at him, but he still let him know. It was how the trio worked. And that was the frightening part of it. For Hoseok to be away nearly twenty-four hours without so much as a text to either boyfriend was abnormal even for their standards.

Taehyung rushed up to the apartment, rushing in. Key looked up, his eyes red rimmed though he’d never admit he’d been crying. He nodded at Taehyung.

“Yeah, thanks Jimin.” He hung up.

“Nobody’s seen him.”

“Jin-hyung is checking our common places too,” Taehyung said.

Key rose and hesitated. He shook his head. “I’m sorry for fighting with you yesterday, Tae. Going through this alone has been…” He stopped, his eyes welling. Taehyung circled the coffee table and hugged him tightly.

“I get it, you don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I shouldn’t have been so bratty.”

Key pushed Taehyung back a bit only to kiss him hard. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Taehyung whispered. He buried his face in the crook of Key’s neck. “What do we do?”

“Well, Jin-hyung will keep us updated I’m sure. We’ve already called everyone we know. I think the next step is to start calling hospitals.”

Taehyung’s stomach dropped at Key’s words, a cold chill coming over him. “You don’t think…”

“Why else wouldn’t he call us? An accident is better than a crazy fan, isn’t it?”

“I guess.” Taehyung rubbed his neck. “Okay. You take the hospitals on the west side of town, I’ll take the east.”

Key nodded. They sat close together on the couch, each searching up hospitals on their phones. When Key would dial a number, he reached over, setting his free hand on Taehyung’s leg. Taehyung did the same, squeezing gently as the phone rang. Again and again, they were told no, nobody here by that name, that description. As the hospitals dwindled, their panic began to increase.

“How many?” Key asked after hanging up once again.

“Two on my end.”

“One on mine,” Key whispered. Taehyung grabbed his hand.

“We’ll be okay. Hoseok will be okay.”

Key nodded. Taehyung could see him chewing the inside of his lip, and knew he was fighting back yelling or crying.

“Want me to make the last calls?”

“No, no. I’ll do it.” Key lifted his phone, scrolling through to find the last number. As he did, his phone began to buzz in his hand from an unknown number. Without hesitation, he answered it.

“Hobi?”

He hesitated, listening to the person on the other end. Taehyung nudged him, his face a question.

“One… One moment, ma’am.” He put the phone on speaker.

“Okay, sorry, yes, My name is Kim Kibum.”

“Oh, good, I’m Jisoon, a nurse at Asan Medical Center. Do you know a Jung Hoseok?”

“Yes, yes,” Key cried, his voice cracking. “That’s my partner, is he there? Is he okay? We’ve been going crazy looking for him.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Yes, he’s here. He’s fine, just recovering.”

“What happened?”

“Well, I’m not at liberty to say over the phone, but he is okay. He’s asking for you to come by.”

“Of course, tell him me and Taehyung will be right there.”

“Kim Taehyung?” She asked.

“Yes, that’s me,” Tae said. “Key put you on speaker, sorry – I’m… I’m a friend.” Taehyung stuttered, not wanting to out them to a stranger.

“Of course, thank you. I was going to call you next, he requested both of you. I’ll let him know you’re coming.”

“Thank you so much, ma’am,” Key said. He hung up and Taehyung grabbed him in a hug.

“He’s okay.”

“He’s okay,” Key repeated. “But what the hell happened?”

“Guess we need to go find out.”

Key nodded. “I’ll drive.”

“No, I can, I’m faster on the roads,” Taehyung argued, rising and pulling his shoes on.

“Yeah, but my car is more comfortable and smaller, so I can get in between other cars easier.”

“Which does nothing when you drive like a grandpa,” Taehyung said.

“I do not drive like a grandpa! You drive like a maniac—” Key stopped short, his angry expression turning a little sheepish. At least one thing doesn’t change no matter what, does it?” He asked.

Taehyung scowled, ready to snap, then relaxed, chuckling. “I suppose it doesn’t. I’m still driving.”

Key rolled his eyes deeply enough that Taehyung only saw the whites of his eyes for a moment, but said nothing further. They pulled their shoes on and headed out silently.

On the way to the hospital, Taehyung tried to be mindful of the road, not wanting to panic Key further.

“Do you… Think we fight too much?” Key asked softly, picking at a spot on his pants.

Taehyung hesitated, unsure how to answer. His gut reaction was to say yes, but that’ wasn’t quite right. He sighed. “Yes.”

Key looked over, his expression gentle. “Are we good boyfriends?”

“Yes.”

“How can both be yesses?” He asked.

“Because I think that we do fight a lot, but there’s something about our fights. I can’t quite explain it. I love you and Hobi-hyung dearly. Even with our fights, even when I storm out or you shut yourself in your room. There’s never a time where being anything else but your boyfriend crosses my mind. Never that it would be easier to break up with you, never that we shouldn’t date. Even though we fight, I’m fully dedicated to you two. That’s why I think that we fight a lot, but we are good lovers. We are good together.”

“Being alone last night… I think I realized just how important you and Hobi are to me. Thinking that you two might not come home to me, I—” Key stopped, swallowing hard. Taehyung reached over and grabbed his hand.

“I don’t care how much we fight, Kim Kibum. I will always come home to you. I love you,” he said firmly.

Key nodded, drawing in a deep breath. Taehyung squeezed his hand. “We’re here.”

He parked and they got out, hurrying into the hospital and heading to the front desk.

“We’re here for Jung Hoseok,” Key said in a rush.

“Ho.. Oh! Yes, just one moment.” The nurse stepped away, tapping another on the shoulder and pointing to the two. She nodded and approached.

“Mr. Kim?”

Both Taehyung and Key nodded. “That’s us.”

“Great. Come on, Mr. Jung is waiting for you.”

“What happened?” Key pressed again as the nurse led them through the hall.

“Well, his friend brought him in last night. He’d had far too much to drink and wasn’t responding to his friend. He was concerned about alcohol poisoning.”

Key’s shoulders sagged. “What?”

“Does your friend have a drinking problem?” The nurse asked.

“No, not at all,” Taehyung defended. “He drinks a little, just like everyone, but he’s a lightweight.”

Key chuckled. “That’s true, two beers and he’s rosy cheeked singing love songs. Three and he’s out.”

“His blood alcohol was far higher, but he also assures me it’s not routine. But you know how it is, just being safe. Here he is.”

“When can he come home?” Taehyung asked before opening the door.

“He’s fine to be released this afternoon, just as long as some of his final blood work clears. We’re waiting on it from the lab, so it shouldn’t be too long. He said you two would be worried though, so he was pretty desperate for us to call you.”

Taehyung nodded. “Thank you.”

Key pushed open the door and the two stepped in. Hoseok was in the hospital bed, sipping some water and flipping through television channels. He looked over when the two entered and his eyes widened.

“Key-hyung! Tae, thank God you came.”

Key rushed up to him and punched him in the arm. “You had us worried sick, you asshole,” he snarled.

Hoseok winced, rubbing his arm. “I deserved that.”

“You deserve more than that,” Tae growled. “What were you thinking? You could’ve died. Why didn’t your friend call us?”

“He didn’t know to. It’s a guy from work, he’s never met you two, he’s relatively new. We went out for drinks and I got too drunk. My phone broke, so when I passed out he took me to the hospital. He probably didn’t even think to mention you guys to the nurse.”

“Why were you drinking so much?” Key asked. “You’re not a heavy drinker.”

“No, but I was stressed. I just wanted to relax and not have to worry.”

“About what?”

“My idiot boyfriends,” Hobi muttered.

Taehyung’s shoulder’s slumped. “You were mad about our fight?”

“I wasn’t mad. I love you both. But sometimes I get so tired of being the mediator. So I went out drinking with a friend and hoped you two would figure your bullshit out on your own. I know you two work different than other couples. The fighting seems to energize you and that’s fine. I love you and even though I don’t get it, I can handle it. It’s when you get me involved in them. The little stuff is fine but sometimes I just want a break, you know?”

“Hobi, we didn’t know,” Key whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“I had no idea,” Taehyung said. “We never meant to make you feel that way.”

“I know you didn’t. And I planned on talking to you about it, once I had sorted myself out in my head. It’s not something that’s been bugging me for a very long time, just recently it’s been a lot. I just ended up drinking too much and…” He shrugged. “I’m sorry I worried you too. It wasn’t fair of me either.”

“I get it,” Key whispered. “You were stressed. We weren’t being good boyfriends. We’ll work harder to keep our fights between ourselves.”

“Or just have less of them,” Taehyung offered.

“Hey now, let’s not get crazy.” Key laughed as he spoke, and Hoseok laughed. He reached out and grabbed their hands.

“You two have made up?”

“It was a dumb fight,” Taehyung said. “I was being bratty and Key-hyung was right. I shouldn’t have stormed out anyways.”

“I’m glad you two figured it out. I should be getting out of here soon… Can we all go home together?”

“Of course, we’ll be here with you when you get out,” Taehyung promised. “I gotta call Jin and let him know everything’s okay.”

Hoseok nodded. He pulled Taehyung forward, kissing him gently. “I love you.”

“I love you too… No more drinking gallons though, okay? You are a lightweight.”

Hoseok laughed and nodded. “Deal,” he said, letting Taehyung go to make the call to Jin. Taehyung hesitated, watching him share a gentle kiss with Key.

He and Key would always bicker; it was their nature. And Hoseok would always be their mediator, as it was his nature as well. But as long as they worked together, as a trio, to make things a little more peaceful – or at least a little smoother, things would continue to look up for them. Those two had Taehyung’s heart, and he knew he’d do anything to make it last forever… Even if it meant eating his pride every now and then.

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[cleverclovers]

Why I cut off a couple of my former roommates, how I felt about it then, and how I feel about it now...

This is something I've been considering talking openly about for a good long while. A way to clear the air and make my feelings known.

I moved out of my mother's house at a tumultuous time, for my family, and for my own personal psychological health. I was 24, starting out in my transition, desperate to be myself, and living in an increasingly crowded household. My sister in law was moving in from Japan with my toddler nephew, bringing the household from five to seven, leaving three of us (at least) sleeping in the living room of an 800 square foot apartment, while my youngest sibling was still in highschool. It was too much to handle.

So one of my best friends and I moved forward with plans to move in together.

I wish I could say I was prepared for the challenges that would present. I knew from stays at his house he was messy. I new he didn't like, and perhaps didn't really understand cleaning. I knew he had his own cocktail of trauma and mental illness that might not compliment my disabilities, but I thought that our long standing friendship had prepared me to handle these things.

I don't want to blame things on his mental illness alone. Part of our mutual difficulty came from my own issues, and difficulty understanding the nuances of his issues. Part of it came from my increased depression due to long periods of isolation that came from HIS long periods of isolation, from my own failure to reach out to friends and family in determination not to worry them, and their failure to reach out to me-- I'm more social than I thought I was, desperate for interaction, vocal communication, physical contact, and social stimulation. Going long periods without speaking or touching another human being really fucks with my head, and he was (and maybe is) very touch adverse.

At some point his father decided I was his caretaker, responsible for reminding him to attend appointments of various natures (and attend them with him), reign in his habit of eating out, or buying junk food, remind him to pay bills and clean his room. He made me responsible for managing his life, and my friend only added to this, asking me to make calls to schedule his appointments and refill his medications, and schedule vehicle maintenance. Not only did I feel socially isolated, I took on the role of a parent, changing my relationship with my friend and further distancing me from someone I trusted and depended on.

My needs started to fall by the wayside. If I was injured or ill and needed medical attention I had to ask for assistance from outside the home, or grin and bear it. Alcoholism that I'd been developing while living with my aunt in years previous became full blown, and all I could really do was manage Bean's care. I lost all sense of time, I worked days without sleep, and when I wasn't working, I was drunk beyond reason. It would sometimes be whole weeks between having more than short vocal conversations with my roommate, where the only creature I had any vocal communication with was my cat, or the occasional phone call with Tom, my current roommate and QPP.

At one point I was so drunk I called him in the middle of the night, lost in my own home, asking if he knew where I was. This scared him. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last...

When it came time that he needed a rescue, he leapt on my offer to come live with me, so concerned that I was in danger from myself that he was willing to put himself in an uncertain living situation in order to help me clean up and get sober, get control of my life.

My roommate at the time didn't do that, and I can't have expected him to, with his own issues, but he certainly didn't like me insisting on Tom coming to live with us. They clashed. He grew aggressive, though he'd insist he wasn't. He yelled, he slammed doors, he stomped and beat his fists on the counters, and at one point I witnessed him kick my cat.

He insists to this day that he didn't. That he would never. But he hadnt been taking his medication at the time. He had a lot of breaks, a lot of issues where he stopped being him, and another facet of him took over. I don't want to hold him accountable, I don't know what that's like, but it doesn't change the fact that it happened.

As I sobered up, it started to scare me more and more. My anxiety was through the roof, and I spent a lot of time crying. At the same time, his father was still expecting me to be responsible for him, his appointments, his bills, his spending.

We became desperate to get away.

When plans fell through with one group of friends, we took an offer from another, and Lord. That was a bad decision. Had we decided to go our own way, we might still have that friend. Sometimes. Sometimes you shouldn't move in with friends.

Sometimes it ruins friendships.

And boy did it ever.

For a while our household of four adults and two cats only had two incomes. We moved in together in July. He promised he'd get a job. He promised he'd contribute. He promised not to dig into triggers and be respectful. He promised to learn to keep up after himself, and I believed him, because he was my friend, he knew I'd been abused for not keeping the house clean, he knew what my former roommate had left me with.

Food became scarce. I was working all the time. I was barely sleeping. It was hot. He always had something he wanted. He insisted on taking us on adventures and almost got into accidents with me in the car on many occasions. I'm terrified of cars. I'm terrified of other drivers. I've been in 16 accidents and none of them have ever been my fault because I don't drive and it's wrecked me. He knew this. He still took offense at my gripping the car and crying when we were nearly t-boned.

He broke heirlooms from my mother's family. He shrieked when I couldn't fix his car, when I didn't immediately lend him my dying phone so he could find his own. He failed to keep his promise to keep up after himself. Stenches started wafting out of his room, horrible stomach turning stenches, and he'd leave his barely rinsed dirty dishes on the drain rack containing my painstakingly soap and bleach scrubbed dishes, pans and containers.

When I started to feel panic because our rent and electric bill had increased but income had not, and asked him desperately if he had found a job, if he'd made progress in his job hunt, if he was willing and able to contribute to the household because Tom and I were starting to go hungry, eating once a day at best while I continued to lose sleep working trying to make ends meet, and Tom's social security case dragged on, I became the villain.

Tom started to break down. This roommate started slamming doors. I started crying in the shower and begging Tom to let me drink away the emotions that were growing unmanageable.

I fell out of touch with one of the only contacts I'd had through the isolation with the first roommate, due to this friends insistence that I was unreasonable. But I still tried to be friendly, even as I was falling apart and breaking down

Even as I was desperately trying to cover it up to friends who were growing tired of my complaints and desperation for help.

I lost friends because this person made me his villain, and then informed me that my PTSD could be CURED by being more mindful, that my reactions to him were destroying HIS mental health. I was starving, Tom was starving, we were throwing everything we had into rent and bills and feeding the cats, and huge distances were opening up between me and my found family.

Because they were his, too, and he'd been connected to them longer, and his word carried more weight than mine. Nothing I said could save that relationship.

He left the household in February, he left behind a huge mess, it took Tom and I twenty hours to scrub down his room, and two weeks before we managed to air the stink from the room he left.

Our mutual friend stopped talking to me. I think he's unfollowed me. I'm certain he believes I was the only guilty party in these situations.

I can't say I'm completely without blame. I let myself be walked on until things hit critical mass, and then I exploded in anger and tears. I ranted and cried to other friends rather than directly discussing my issues when they arose. I didn't self advocate. I can't think of everything I did wrong, but I'm certain there's more that I'm just not seeing...

But even years later I feel wronged by both these people. People I knew and trusted for years. I still miss them. I still feel lost and confused.

I just. Need to put my side out in the open. Maybe someone else can see where I went wrong. Maybe friends who were there can step in and help me understand. Maybe this will help lighten my heart. I don't know. I just know that I'm still hurting, and it's not making recovering any easier.

I'm sober now. I've only had one slip up in three years where I had one drink. I've been looking back more, trying to see through the haze... And I've been failing to understand exactly what I did to earn the treatment I received. I know sometimes you don't earn it, that sometimes people can't see past their own issues and take yours into account... But damn if that doesn't still hurt.

#vent

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Intertwined | Chapter One - Spilt Coffee

hey guys!! sorry for the inactivity. to make it up, i decided to start writing a multi-part fic!! this is a mingyu x reader x jeonghan love triangle. enjoy!!

Kim Mingyu was your best friend, your knight in shining armor, your crush, your everything. But sadly, you were not his.

After getting his girlfriend pregnant in his fourth year of college, the two of them moved away to America after graduation. And then, you were all alone.

Meet Yoon Jeonghan, your current best friend. An aspiring video game designer, he has been your rock for 5 years. He helped you through so much drama. You would be surprised to learn that he was madly in love with you.

What happens when Mingyu comes back to Korea? 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Potential Smut (I haven’t decided yet)

Warnings: Alcohol, foul language, pregnancy

Word count: 2,250

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Chapter One - Spilt Coffee

Your back was starting to hurt. After sitting on that uncomfortable chair in that cramped cubicle for so long, you felt your body start to ache. You tied your hair up into a ponytail, fully aware that you weren’t going to go home until you got this stupid project done.

“Bye, Y/N!” Your boss, Wonwoo, bid to you as he walked out of his office and on to the elevator. You merely hummed him a goodbye, too preoccupied with your work.

You worked in the media department of a phone cable company. You write commercials, ads, anything that can get your product bought. It can be tedious at times, just like now. It’s especially tedious with you, since you’re the world’s biggest procrastinator. So, you’re pulling an all-nighter to finish proofreading this commercial so it can be sent to headquarters.

Sometimes, you felt disappointed with yourself. Your life amounted up to this--an office job. You also had a one bedroom apartment, which wasn’t too bad. It just never felt like home, nothing ever did.

You sighed, groaning frustratedly. “Get this done, Y/N.” You said to yourself. You then cracked your knuckles, swallowed another mouthful of coffee, and started typing away.

-

You arrived home at 3 AM. Lucky for you, it was a Friday.

Within minutes of arriving in your quaint apartment, you collapsed onto your couch, not even having enough energy to make it to your bedroom. You then smiled, thinking of that one time where Mingyu and you got home so late during sophomore year that you weren’t allowed to see each other for a whole month. You still saw each other anyway.

Then, you felt your heart get heavier, remembering where your dear friend Mingyu was right now. He’s in America, with his kid, and his girlfriend. Hell, she’s probably his wife now.

And you’re stuck here, in Korea, with no boyfriend, car, or family. You have your parents, but they’re too busy worrying about your little sister who’s getting in trouble at college right now to even acknowledge your existence. What did your existence mean anyway? Was it even worth a dime? Sometimes, it felt like you were watching your life pass you by. Days turned into months, and months turned into years. Yet you, you were still the same. Sure, you grew up, both emotionally and physically, but deep down you’re still that lovesick girl that lets little things get to her head way too much.

You sighed, running your fingers through your messy ponytail, trying to subdue the knots. You heard your phone ring, which brought you out of your depressive trance. You picked it up the moment you saw the caller ID, already fed up.

“Yes, Jeonghan?” You groaned, knowing what the next two words were going to be.

“I’m drunk!” Yup. You were right.

“Where are you?” You sighed, already getting up and getting your bus pass ready. Although you didn’t have a car, you always walked Jeonghan home when he was drunk.

“I’m at my apartment. Could you come here please?” Jeonghan pouted, and you physically cringed when you pictured his face in your mind. He was probably doing some drunken puppy eyes.

“You got drunk by yourself? Why’d you involve me in this? Just go--”

“Hyesung broke up with me.” Jeonghan sighed, and you swallowed.

“On my way.”

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You knocked on his door very lightly, hoping not to wake any of his neighbors. You heard Jeonghan’s clumsy steps, and you watched the doorknob fumble multiple times until it was finally unlocked. The moment Jeonghan met your eyes, his mood immediately brightened. A drunken smile broke out on his face, and you inwardly vomited due to the putrid smell of alcohol.

Jeonghan is 28, and he is your best friend. You met him through your job, but he quit a while ago to go and follow his dream of video game designing. He wasn’t doing too bad actually, his apartment was nice. It was mellow, but you weren’t one to judge apartments, since your apartment basically screamed “depression”. You are 27, just a year younger than your best friend.

Jeonghan often calls you when he’s drunk, and you have no idea why. He often wakes you up in the middle of the night just so you could walk him home. If this was anybody else except Jeonghan, you wouldn’t do it.

You walked inside his apartment and threw your coat on the couch. You walked to his kitchen, which wasn’t a separate room from his dining area, and got a can of beer.

“Bad day?” Jeonghan asked, and you just nodded while walking toward his couch. You plopped down, sprawling your limbs across the piece of furniture.

“What happened with her?” You asked, and Jeonghan just scoffed.

“She cheated on me...Multiple times. It’s okay though, our relationship wasn’t serious.” Jeonghan explained, and you frowned while sipping on your beer.

“But you really liked her…” You argued, and he gave you a sad smile.

If only you knew, Jeonghan thought.

“It’s fine. Why was your day bad?” Jeonghan asked. You could tell he was tired by the way he blinked. Each time he closed his eyes it would take longer for them to open.

“Don’t worry about me, go to bed. I’ll sleep on the couch, okay?”

“Mmm.” Jeonghan murmured. With slumped shoulders, he trudged to his bedroom and closed his door. You sighed slightly, ignoring the pain in your chest. Why did your heart hurt so much? Did it hurt for Jeonghan?

That answer seemed simple enough, so you decided to agree with it. You then lied down on the couch with your hands under your head. You ignored the sudden anxiety that had bubbled in your stomach and closed your eyes wearily. You had so many things to worry about, like work, Jeonghan, bills, your apartment...Yet, you never seemed to worry about yourself. You could never, though. That’s because it would require actually reflecting on your past, and everything you’ve done. Or, haven’t done.

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The weekend went by in a cloudy haze, but everything seemed to go by like that nowadays. You didn’t really feel alive anymore, and you don’t know exactly when this haziness seemed to start. Everything was numb, nothing caused you to feel. Things were automatic, you did everything without thinking. You wake up, go to work, go home, make dinner, and then go to bed. It’s a constant cycle of hell. The only time you’d feel remotely alive was when you’re with Jeonghan, but he’s got his own shit to deal with.

The thing that hurts the most is that you’re absolutely and utterly alone. You wake up with no one by your side. Your biggest fear is dying right now, at this age. What mark would you leave on the world? It would be a small, insignificant one. There’d be a memorial service at your work, and your family plus Jeonghan would miss you, but that would be it.

Were you destined to be a nobody?

-

You were young once. You were young and happy, not a care in the world. Well, that’s a lie, you cared about one thing.

Kim MIngyu.

Mingyu was a breath of fresh air. After having so much pressure put on you by your parents, you felt like you could finally breathe around the 6’2 boy. He always had that effect on people, he was just an energy-giver.

Your friendship never once faded, even after his countless amounts of girlfriends. You had a thing for him in early high school, but it turned into full-blown love senior year. You’d watch him walk around with his girlfriend, feeling nothing but pain in your heart.

You never took his earlier girlfriends seriously, because you thought he would realize one day that he was madly in love with you. And then, he would kiss you passionately and apologize for not coming to you sooner. Alas, that never happened.

Your feelings just got worse.

And when you both got into Seoul University, you watched him prance around with his new girlfriend, Ra Jieun. From then on, things went into the gutter.

And here you are now, without Mingyu. You’re well over him now, you’ve actually had your fair share of boyfriends these past few years. It was just the “what could have been?” aspect.

Sadly, you would never know.

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You woke up to the sound of a shower being turned on. Light peeked through Jeonghan’s windows, and you groaned internally. At least it was a Saturday.

You grabbed your phone, checking the time. 9:22 AM. Didn’t you go to bed at 4 AM? This was fucking ridiculous.

This time, you actually groaned out loud when you got up, walking slowly to Jeonghan’s kitchen. You poured yourself some cereal with some gross skin milk. You ate it mindlessly, watching Jeonghan walk from his bathroom to his bedroom, with the most pained expression on his face. Poor guy, you thought, he’s probably so hungover right now.

The thing about Jeonghan’s apartment is that you could never possibly get bored. He has herds of video games, literally starting from as early as to when they were invented.

He also has every gaming console known to man. His spare bedroom was used as a gaming room, where he’d stream his new games from time to time. Jeonghan was a computer genius, and you were insanely jealous since you weren’t so tech savvy yourself.

Jeonghan finally came out of his room, fully dressed, with wet hair. Jeonghan had dyed light brown hair, with dark brown eyes and tall stature. He was slim yet muscular. You could never deny that your best friend was indeed extremely handsome.

You smiled when you saw his face, and he returned a pained grin back. “Have some cereal.” You suggested with a quiet tone, and he gave you a small smile.

You let him eat by himself, because you went into his gaming room to check out what new video games he has added to his collection.

After playing a few easy video games for a bit, Jeonghan came in and sat down on the black leather couch in the already dark room. The only source of light was the light emitting from the computer screen, and the window. He never turned on the overhead light in that room, for some reason.

“Whatchya doin’?” Jeonghan asked, and you shrugged.

“Just playing around.” You murmured, earning a nod from Jeonghan.

Soon, the two of you found yourselves in a video game match. Jeonghan had multiple computers in that room, so you both partook in an adventure of competition. Jeonghan beat you every single time, but it was kind of unfair since he was an actual video game designer.

You found yourself appreciating Jeonghan more and more as you got closer to him. You really were so lucky to have such a good friend like him, because nobody knows where you would be if Jeonghan wasn’t there to help you get over the boyfriends you had, your quarter-life crises, or your financial dilemmas. Jeonghan was your rock. You hoped he felt the same about you.

“Jeonghan,” You began, “we should do something. Like, go on a trip or something.” That earned an odd look from the man, and he furrowed his eyebrows curiously.

“That was random.” He said.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know. I just thought we should do something nice, since you’re like, my best friend.” You pouted, resulting in an adorable chuckle from the man next to you.

“Okay, sure. Where do you want to go?” Jeonghan asked. You merely shrugged your shoulders, your frown deepening.

“Let me come up with something. Give me some time.”

Jeonghan nodded.

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You remembered the first time you felt feelings for Mingyu. As a kid, you were late to hit puberty. So, girls who were larger than you would steal your money and other possessions.

There was one time where you were walking home from school, and these three girls jumped you. It was around the eighth grade, so you were still a tiny little thing. No matter how much you kicked and screamed, they would not stop.

Suddenly, Mingyu came out of nowhere. Mingyu was the opposite of you, he bloomed very early. Therefore, he was a tall and confident man. You will never forget the look of anger in his eyes on that day. “HEY!” Mingyu screamed, running toward you.

The girls dropped everything they stole from you and then bolted, murmuring rushed apologies and words of regret. By then, you and Mingyu were already best friends.

“Thanks, Gyu.” You sighed, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. Your voice cracked when you tried to talk again, and soon you were breaking down in front of him.

You sat against the brick wall the girls bullied you by, hugging your knees to your chest. You just sobbed, and let yourself be held by Mingyu. “I’m so sick of this,” You hiccuped, “I’m so sick of being pushed around!”

“Hey, Y/N...You’ll always have me, alright?” Mingyu reassured, giving you a sad smile. You wiped the tears from your face and sniffled slightly.

“Alright.”

From the summer of eighth grade to ninth grade, you grew 5 inches and gained a few pounds, resulting in your chest and bosom to be much bigger than before. Needless to say, you attracted a lot of boys.

Alas, there was only one boy in your heart.

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Manhunt - Chapter 7

~MASTERLIST~

Word count: 2′877

A/N: Welp, that was a long unexpected writing pause I had. But just to let y'all know, Manhunt is not over! I guess I really fucked with some of your emotions which I'm not surprised when I look at that awful cliffhanger and at the responses I got.

Anyways! I hope you all like the new chapter and as always critic and feedback is well appreciated!

Tagging: @humorcomchantilly, @celebranehelyanwe, @ladystar0710, @annamreed, @thefivebaddestbidders (if you don’t want to get tagged anymore just tell me ^^)

Enjoy!

Chapter 7 :

"Jesus Christ, (Y/N)! Wake up and put that fucking gun down, right now!"

I snap my eyes open and everything seems to be in slow motion. I immediately notice that I'm not lying on the comfortable couch in Baba's arms anymore. I'm standing in front of a king-sized bed with satin sheets, fluffy pillows and a really pissed off and angry Eisuke sitting in the middle of it. I was about to snap back at Eisuke when I realized that I'm pointing a weapon directly at him.

In an instant, I have put the gun down so it's dangling in my left hand and clicked the safety in. My right hand flies up to my face to rub the sleep out of my eyes and also clear my vision a little.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, sneaking into my room at 5.30 in the fucking morning and pointing that thing at me? God, I know we had a nasty fight yesterday, which by the way I still think you owe me an apology for almost dislocating my shoulder, but you don't have to murder me in not only mine but also your sleep!"

Eisuke begins to shout at me in his half naked state and a head that was as red as a tomato. Of course, with me being my-stubborn-self and Eisuke being Eisuke which is short for 'as-stubborn-as-a-donkey', I couldn't just say sorry for waking him up or almost dislocating his shoulder, so I decided to shout right back.

"What? Me apologizing to you because you were an asshole to me yesterday and I decided to put you in your place for once? Oh, you better be joking!" I began to wave my hands around in pure anger.

"Somethings just should have stayed like in my dream." I mumbled. Truth be told, I'm relieved that all this insanity was just another of my bad dreams. I've never had dreams this intense before with six people, including myself, being murdered and especially seeing everything in such detail. When I first saw the crime scene pictures from my father, I've had nightmares about me actually being present and seeing him getting killed but I could never save him.

"What should have stayed like your dream?" Eisuke asked his voice sounding a little worried, even though he tried to keep it neutral.

"Nothing." I answered a little too loud and quickly and began to crack my left index finger. Eisuke only smirked at me when his eyes focused on my gesture.

"It's just, everything is so fucking tiring and complicated. And then you just had to mock me and I guess I just snapped. I know it was a little immature to react that way but shit, you deserved it. I'm sure as hell not begging for forgiveness." I stated and Eisuke's eyes began to soften up a bit at my honesty.

"I know, you've always been really stubborn," I huffed at the irony of his words. "but so am I and I guess, I just really hit you in the wrong spot, at the wrong time. But don't expect me to apologize either, not even when you're pointing that gun at me."

I began to giggle a little and nodded in understanding. I looked up at Eisuke and questioned in a deep voice, "So we good?"

Eisuke began to chuckle while he got out of his bed and walked towards his closet. "Peachy!" he chanted back which made me laugh. I turned to walk back down to the lounge and let Eisuke get dressed when his voice stopped me from doing so.

"(Y/N)?"

"Hmm?" I hummed in response.

"Whose gun is that? It's not yours, is it?" he curiously asked.

I looked at the gun which was still in my left hand and began to really observe it for any clues, to find out who the owner of this gun was. "It isn't mine, mine's in my room. So honestly, I have no idea, most likely Baba's." I answered absentmindedly and continued to walk out.

As I descended the stairs I was met with the smiling faces of Baba and Ota and a grumpy looking Soryu. "Princess, there you are!" Baba exclaimed happily and began walking towards me. "Why were you in Boss' suite at 6 in the morning? Don't tell me you…?" he drifted off and I quickly shook my head and met him halfway in an embrace.

"Of course not, you big idiot. I was just sleepwalking and somehow ended up with a half naked Eisuke at the other end of a gun that doesn't even belong to me." I murmured lowly in his chest and Baba began to laugh as we separated from our embrace and he began to look at the gun in my hand.

His eyes began to widen and he repeatedly looked back and forth between the gun and me. "How did you know the code to my safe?" he asked shocked. In that moment Soryu and Ota focused their attention on me and Ota blurted out; "She opened your safe in her sleep? What are you some CIA-Agent-meets-Houdini-Lady?"

I looked at all of their faces, dumbfounded. We just looked at each other for what felt like hours until I heard a set of expensive shoes meet the shiny floor. Eisuke walked into the lounge like the king he is, long and heavy steps.

He sat down in one of the armchairs, leaned back and put crossed his ankle over his knee. He had a serious face plastered on and looked around and nodded at the guys. "So, (Y/N) I decided that we will help you find your father's killer under one circumstance." I sighed in relief. "But." He put his index finger in the air and leaned forward.

I looked at him as a sign that he had my full attention and that he should continue. When he saw that I was paying all my focus on him he began to smirk and let his hand fall in a relaxing motion.

"You're with the law, right?" I nodded slowly. "So, when we are working on this case you most likely will find out somethings about us that you will not like or approve. Hell, you already found out somethings, like Baba being the famous thief Lupin and so on."

"Okay Eisuke, what are you getting at?" I pressed, my patience already wearing thin.

"Patience still isn't your forte, I see?" Eisuke chuckled. In response, I let out a huff and crossed my arms under my chest while I pouted. "Get on with it." I mumbled.

Eisuke looked like he was in some kind of trance until he recovered back to his usual snobby self and continued, "So like I said, you're going to find out things about us that are not necessarily, how should I put it? After your morals or your rules, now I'm not saying you will find anything but if you do you are not allowed to arrest us, got it? When you're with us you're simply (Y/N) our friend not Detective (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

I smirked a little to myself and thought "If only you knew that I am more than just a detective." But instead I mocked his voice "And if you follow my rules I'm going to have, quite literally, the time of my life"

"Speaking of having the time of anyone's life, is Mamoru still asleep?" Ota noted while the others had different reactions. Baba began to cackle like a hyena when he looked at Sor's pissed off face and Eisuke only shook his head.

I only smiled and began walking towards the exit of the lounge and observed, "So this is a normal morning in the penthouse."

"Hey Koro, where are you going?" Ota wondered.

I halted and looked over my shoulder "Going to wake up the sleeping beauty, what else?"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, princess." Baba warned but I already turned back and continued my walk towards Mamoru's room. I halted stiffly as I realized something.

I fully turned around and announced "Guys, can one of you be so kind and tell me where Mamoru's suite is?" They al stopped laughing and all turned towards me with big eyes then looked at each other and burst into full blown laughter, even Soryu was laughing.

After a while the laughter died down and Baba was literally dying on the floor while clapping his hands and just blowing out air instead of laughing.

I looked down and remarked, "Baba stop it you look like a seal." That only made him laugh harder.

"Mamoru's suite is the third on the left when you exit the lounge" Soryu gave me the directions and I waved my hands in the air and exclaimed "Finally, thank you Sor!" I turned around once again and began to confidently stroll towards the exit, once again. "If I'm not back by the next hour you may need to call the ambulance or the police because I'm most likely dead."  

Just as I was closing the door I heard someone mumble, "Or screwing each other's brains out." I simply the comment and headed towards my next destination, Mamoru's apartment.

When I arrived at Mamoru's door I took a deep breath and softly knocked on it. I listened closely for any noise indicating that I had just woken up the dragon. But there was no sign.

I slowly turned the doorknob found it unlocked. I shook my head at his imprudence and opened the door to find the exact same interior as Baba's with a few differences in tidiness and smell.

The smell was exactly what I expected Mamoru to smell like. Cigarettes and a note of alcohol mixed with musky aftershave. The tidiness was also what I expected. Needless to say, it was a mess of cigarette stubbles and clothes.

I crept trough the entrance directly into the living room and saw Mamoru's sleeping figure passed out on the couch. His head was resting on the armrest, he was sleeping on his back and sometimes little or bigger snores escaped through his mouth.

I chuckled to myself and tiptoed over to the couch and looked at his face. Up close he was even more handsome than from afar. His unshaved, charcoal beard and messy hair makes him look really handsome, if I do say so myself.

I pulled myself out of my daze and shook my head quickly from side to side. 'God, you sound like a 14-year old with her first real crush.'

I've decided that it's time to wake up the sleeping beauty. So, I carefully climbed on top of him so I was straddling him and looked down. My subconscious rubbed its hands together and waited as impatiently as a lion preying on a gazelle.

I breathe in real deep and let my hands hover over his rising and falling chest I almost pity him for the way he's going to be woken up. Almost. I lift my arms a little higher so the impact will be bigger and begin to hit him on the chest while shouting, "Wake up, you lazy ass!"

Mamoru gasps and instantly snaps his eyes open while trying to stand up, which of course doesn't work out since I'm not the weight of a cat that could be easily thrown off. So instead, we both plummet to the floor with him on top of me, oh how cliché.

Mamoru gets on his hands so he's just inches away from me and questions me annoyed, "What the fuck do ya think you're doin', kid?" In response, I only begin to laugh in his face while I tried to express how incredibly ridiculous his face looked just now. I begin to hold my stomach and turn slightly to my side until I do nothing more than just letting out a few more giggles between panting.

"Okay, I guess my face looked really fuckin' funny." Mamoru chuckled and I only nodded in response while rubbing my eyes.

I turn on my back once again and wonder, "Are you awake now?" Mamoru looks at me with half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile grazing his lips. "Yep, ya got me good."

I beam up at him and begin to fiddle with my hands on top of my chest because of the tensing silence that slowly grew between us. We stared deep into the other's eyes and our breathing began to fasten almost into pants.

After what feels like an eternity we both seem to snap out of it. I clear my throat while he begins to stand up and offers me his hand to help me get up as well.

"So, what brings you here other than disturbing my beauty sleep?" he questions while he pulls me up.

"Well, King Eisuke decided to help me with my case, of course not without setting any rules, and I wanted to get started today. I also thought that you could help me the best since you're in the law yourself even though I can see that you're not so passionate about your job as I am. But I still thought that you would be a great help since I don't know how everything works in Japan." I began to ramble almost without catching my breath between the sentences.

Mamoru looks at me startled and then pointed out, "So, ya trust me with that whole information ya collected over the past what? Ten years or so without any kind of hesitation? Damn, kid I'm flattered." He scratches his neck and grins like a little child.

I huff in response and mumble more to myself than to him, "Don't flatter yourself. A friend of Baba's is also kind of a friend of mine." Then a bit louder I announce that we should probably head back to the other's before they could tease us more than they are already going to. Mamoru's response was a simple nod.

When we arrive back at the lobby I was taken aback to see that all of them seemed to be studying my case files and Soryu was even typing away on his laptop. They all seemed so concentrated on the task that they didn't notice me and Mamoru entering the lounge so I cleared my throat to get their attention.

They all snapped their heads towards us and nodded while Ota of course couldn't let the remark about us taking our 'sweet time' be. I ignored the comment altogether and began to walk towards one of the armchairs when Mamoru who was already scanning over the papers asked me, "(Y/N), why do ya have such detailed explanations and shit? I mean a normal police officer don' get that detailed shit."

Their eyes were now all on me again and I began to uncomfortably squirm under their intense gazes. 'Okay now or never' I thought to myself and my subconscious was sitting down and cheering me on like it was on a football game.

"I guess now's the best time to tell you guys." I began and they all nodded indicating for me to continue, "you're right I'm not some normal detective or officer. I am an Agent, an Interpol Agent to be specific." I watched as their eyes grew bigger and everything began to make a little more sense for them

"I've worked for them for 3 years now and I'm currently one of the best agents they have. I began studying criminal profiling while I was still in college and even took some classes were a profiler from the BAU taught us some things. When they saw how good my progress was they immediately requested me to work for them but I declined. Mainly because that wasn't the road I was looking for, so when Interpol came around I immediately took that chance and worked in Switzerland with their law enforcement while collecting some evidence from my father's murder." I explained further and it seemed like it clicked in all their heads and everything made sense for them.

"Now it makes sense why you knew so much about us yesterday, you simply profiled us and put the pieces together." Soryu pointed out.

In response, I smiled sheepishly and shrugged in a 'what can you do' kind of way.

We all went back to our tasks and after about half an hour Soryu snaps his head up from his laptop and asks me to come look at what he's found. I go to stand behind him so I can look over his shoulder at the laptop screen.

"I looked a little bit further into the person that your father was and kind of connections he had and I found this." A little task pops open and the only thing I can read is "Birth Certificate".

I grip the back of Soryu's chair and begin to lean over his shoulder so I can read better all the while saying, "Sor, that's probably my birth certificate there's nothing special… wait that's not mine." I begin to read the whole thing and my grip begins to tighten.

"Tamara (Y/L/N)" I mumble to myself. "Born on April 22nd 2000. Wait, what?! I have a sister?!"

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