Trouvaille - Chapter Fourteen (M)
Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader
Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance
Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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Y/N chewed the inside of her cheek raw, gawking stupidly at Seokjin and Hannah tearfully embracing several feet away. The moment felt so private, so intimate, that every instinct in Y/Nâs body was screaming at her to look away or bolt back to her car. Under the awkwardness she was feeling, itchy envy was crawling all over her skin, the sherpa coat she was wearing beginning to feel stiflingly hot.Â
She watched as Hannah gracefully touched her feet back to the ground, the cat hybridâs hands frantically roaming over the front of Seokjinâs lavender puffer jacket, her light eyebrows pulled together, almost as if she was checking to make sure Seokjin was truly in front of her.Â
âYou were bleedingâŠâ Hannah murmured, Y/N realizing that she was probably trying to find lingering injuries from the Cirque Mystique incident many months ago. âI thought you wereâŠâ
Seokjin grasped at Hannahâs wrists gently to halt her hands from tracking all over his coat, a look of regret on his face as he began to recall the night of the tent fire, without a doubt.Â
âI didnât know what happened to you, either,â Seokjin appeared to be squeezing Hannahâs wrists tightly, the two of them in their own little bubble.Â
âHan, sweetheart, why donât we head inside? Itâs freezing out here,â a young woman emerged from behind a silver SUV, approaching Hannah and Seokjin with a kind smile. Y/N assumed the woman must be Sarah, Hannahâs adoptive guardian, and upon her interruption of the moment between the two hybrids, Y/N regained the ability to move her limbs again.Â
âOh, youâre right,â Hannah broke away from Seokjin sheepishly, burying her hands in the pockets of her peacoat. âJinnie doesnât like the cold, I got a little ahead of myself.â
Something about the way Hannah used the nickname âJinnieâ rubbed Y/N the wrong way, no matter how unfounded her jealousy seemed to be. Seokjin was always irked whenever Hoseok called him that, but he didnât seem to mind it coming from Hannahâs mouth. Physically shaking the thought from her head by plastering a friendly expression on her face, she approached the three who appeared to have forgotten Y/N was even there.Â
âYou must be Y/N! Nice to meet you,â Hannah was the first to spot Y/N after she delicately sniffed the air and turned to her, the cat hybrid brushing past Seokjin and surprisingly pulled Y/N into a hug. âThank you for taking care of Jinnie!â
Y/N willed herself to not be stiff as a board, immediately hugging Hannah back as she was aware she was being watched by Sarah and Seokjin. Hannah smelled like spring flowers and fresh laundry, and her silky strawberry-blonde hair tickled Y/Nâs chilled cheeks. She could feel Hannah purring with Y/Nâs palms pressed to her upper back, Y/N certainly not expecting Hannah to react to her presence in this way. Perhaps Hannah could trace Seokjinâs scent lingering on her, even though it had been several months since Seokjin had last given her a bite.Â
âO-oh, donât thank me, Hannah. I think most times, he takes care of me,â Y/N was embarrassed, Hannah pulling away with a chuckle. âItâs nice to finally meet you, too!â
âThatâs Jinnie for you. Like a mother hen,â Hannah bit her lip, Y/N being unable to do anything but silently agree. âLetâs go inside before we have to defrost him!â
Y/N nodded quickly, peering over Hannahâs shoulder to see what Seokjin was doingâ he was talking to Sarah shyly while blowing warm air into his fists.Â
âCome on, Jinnie,â Hannah skipped back to the jaguar hybrid, Y/N soaking in how tall and lithe Hannah was, looking like the perfect match for beautiful Seokjin.Â
When the cat hybrid hooked her hand around Seokjinâs elbow to lead him towards the entrance of the brewery, Y/N desperately hoped she wasnât filling the parking lot with the scent of jealousy like toxic gas.Â
âY/N, Iâve heard wonderful things from Ben Alpin. Iâm so glad we could get these two together before we move,â Sarah began to walk in-stride with Y/N, trailing after the two hybrids in front of them. âHannah was so excited, she hardly got any sleep last night.â
âSame for Seokjin. I think he must have texted me six different outfit options in the middle of the night,â Y/N glanced at Sarah, who appeared to be in her early thirties, closer to Hannah and Seokjinâs ages than her. She had curly brunette hair, shocking gray eyes, and a sort of confidence that she had only really seen Ben possessing before. Maybe it was a lawyer thing.Â
Y/N made small talk with Sarah from the time they walked into the brewery to when they were seated in a booth, not wanting to disturb the hybridâs conversation. Y/N paused before the booth that the hostess led them to, not knowing where to sit until Seokjin promptly slid into the spot beside Hannah, Y/Nâs heart in her throat. She tried not to look too weirded out when she took her seat across from her jaguar hybrid, who usually fought tooth and nail to get a spot beside her in any other scenario.Â
Though Seokjin had assured her that whatever romance he had with Hannah was long since over and done with, Y/N couldnât help but analyze every single interaction between them with unease. She knew she was being ridiculous, possessive, and a bit selfishâ for Christâs sake, Seokjin didnât even know how Y/N felt about him, but her emotions were impossible to rein in and control. Hannah was bubbly, funny, sweet, and absolutely gorgeous; freckles smattered across her cheekbones and button nose, a full, pretty mouth with a deep cupidâs bow, and her eyes were a paler version of Seokjinâs copper penny irises. It was impossible to not feel a little jealous of the cat hybrid.Â
âHave you been here before, Jinnie, Y/N? Any recommendations?â Hannah flipped through her menu, bottom lip between her teeth as she scanned it.Â
âWe came here a little while ago, with the others and Y/Nâs friend Alice,â Seokjin replied, his looking so pleased Y/N swore his cheeks were rosy with delight. âI like the soft pretzels, and the house burger was pretty good!â
All Y/N wanted was a fat pint of beer. She was going to need it if she was going to get through that lunch without having to excuse herself to the bathroom to have an anxiety barf.Â
âY/N, you should get that citrusy beer again. You liked it so much last time,â Seokjin read her thoughts, Y/N feeling like strolling to the bar and opening her mouth under the nearest tap.Â
âMm, thatâs what I was thinking, too, honey,â Y/N murmured, gluing her eyes to her menu.Â
âGood afternoon, welcome to Salemâs, can I get you started on something to drink?â Their waiter appeared, and thankfully it was an older gentleman with a pot-belly, rather than handsome Lindsay-Buckingham-lookalike from last time.Â
With drink orders in place, Y/N opting to stay away from the beer flight lest she become drunk and bold by ordering a simple pint, she fished around in her brain for some kind of conversation topic that would occupy everyone until the beers arrived.Â
âSo, Y/N, Jinnie told me that you used to work as a veterinarian, thatâs how you knew how to treat his injuries,â Hannah broke the ice first, though it seemed that Y/N was the only one actually feeling the iciness. The other three at the table looked merry and at ease, and Y/N could only hope she didnât look as rigid as she felt.Â
âYeah, I was. Right before I adopted him, that same night, in fact, I took my leave from the hospital I was working at. I wasnât sure at the time if the job was the right fit for me, so I wanted to take time to sort out my feelingsâŠâ Y/N rambled, Hannahâs pretty face open and kind as she nodded along to her words. âSeokjin wasnât in too bad of shape, he had a fever that had spiked and a gash on his side, but both were treated quickly before he got an infection.â
âHannah, werenât you hurt too? That nightâŠâ Seokjin took the attention off of himself, a blush forming on the apples of his cheeks.Â
âI was fine. Just a sprained ankle, miraculously. The company was only going to let me take two nights off, and thatâs when Donovan gave me Sarahâs card. I called her right away,â Hannah patted Seokjinâs shoulder fondly, using her free hand to gratefully accept her beer from Y/N across the table.Â
âDonovan?â Sarah cocked her head quizzically. Y/N wondered if Sarah was as much in the dark with her hybridâs past as she wasâ with all seven of them, nonetheless.Â
âDonovan is one of the only members of the company that actually cared about us. Even though he worked there with ticketing, he always made sure that we had as many comforts as he could smuggle in for us. Extra blankets, food, books. He even got us an old TV with a stack of DVDs one time. He helped a couple of us out when weâd get injured, I guess he caught wind of your office and you in particular around the city, how you take on cases for hybrids free of cost,â Hannahâs fingers danced around the wooden table as she explained, before landing on top of Sarahâs hand and squeezing with a wistful smile.Â
âWe owe him a lot,â Seokjin added quietly, tracing an index finger around the rim of his beer glass.Â
âIâd like to think our new lives, a chance at happiness, is repayment enough for him,â Hannah shook her head, Y/N once again feeling like she was intruding, the gravity of the conversation making her squirm in her seat. She took a steady gulp of her beer, and thankfully the waiter had returned to take their food orders.Â
âHannah and I were thinking,â Sarah began after the waiter ambled away, stirring her gin cocktail with a little black straw. âOnce weâre settled in New York, perhaps mid-spring, you and Seokjin can come to visit? Thereâs a hotel right by our new apartment, so please feel free to bring the rest of your family, too. Maybe we could go see some live music in the area, get good food? What do you think?â
Seokjin immediately made eye contact with Y/N, hope rounding out his sunset stare, and she felt everyone at the table waiting for her response. In all honesty, it was a nice ideaâ a little getaway would be a lot of fun for both her and the hybrids, and there was really no excuse to disappoint Seokjin by saying no. While she was certainly jealous of the close relationship between him and Hannah, it would be cruel to separate them indefinitely.Â
âThat sounds like a great time! Maybe around the middle of April? Iâd have to give notice to my boss, but I think a trip would be lots of fun,â Y/N perked up, thinking about all of the activities she could focus on during their vacation rather than the fact that she had a little green monster raging around in her stomach.Â
âApril would definitely work! I should be settled in my new office, and Hannah will have her routine with the gymnastics team, as well, by then,â Sarah shaking Hannahâs hand excitedly, Y/N realizing that they had been holding hands for quite some time. The sight had her thinking about how Seokjin always threaded his fingers through hers, almost constantly.Â
âItâs settled, then. Can you send me the information about the hotel, please? Iâll book rooms as soon as I get the time off for the vacation,â Y/N couldnât help but grin fondly at the way Seokjin and Hannahâs shared gleeful expressions, Hannah leaning her shoulder into Seokjinâs.Â
After a bit of discussion surrounding activities in the town Sarah and Hannah were planning to move to, the food arrived, Y/N giggling when Seokjin cut half of his steak to divide into three, delivering a slice to each woman at the table with a concentrated pout.Â
âSee? What did I say? Mother hen,â Hannah remarked, popping a French fry into her mouth with a smirk. âI always used to say Jinnieâs love language was sharing his food.â
âYou shouldnât tease your friend when he has food in his mouth, Han,â Sarah scolded, but there was no real reproachfulness in her tone. Seokjin was in the middle of trying to wash down a piece of steak that got lodged in his throat with a swig of beer, taken off guard and apparently very embarrassed.Â
âY/N and I are going to a cooking class next month,â Seokjin quickly changed the subject after he recovered, his eyes still slightly watering and ears pressed flat against his head.
âReally? Thatâs something youâve wanted to do forever,â Hannah set down her burger, looking from the jaguar hybrid to Y/N, Seokjin furiously nodding.Â
âShe got me tickets for my birthday,â Seokjin confirmed, now staring at Y/N with an expression on his face that had her heart racing. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Hannah casting a look at Y/Nâs chest, one of her peachy triangular ears flickering. âOne of the other hybrids we live with, Yoongi, has been teaching me some basic cooking skills.â
 Y/N fumbled for her phone in her purse, preparing to show Sarah and Hannah some pictures of her other hybrids when they asked about them. Ben, evidently, hadnât told Sarah exactly how many hybrids Y/N had adopted.Â
âWow, Ben wasnât joking! Youâve got a big family, here,â Sarah exclaimed, grinning at a picture of Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin feeding the chickens in the backyardâ the rooster nipping at Hoseokâs heels and the other two pointing and laughing at the fox hybrid. âYou all get along?â
âFor the most part,â Seokjin answered honestly, dabbing his mouth with a napkin as he polished off the last of his entree. âHannah, youâd like Hoseok. Heâs a lot like you.â
âOh, a clown?â Hannah cracked a self-deprecating joke, Seokjin rolling his eyes but nodding in response.Â
âOof, that wolf hybrid⊠heâs a doll,â Hannah pointed at a picture of Namjoon Y/N had snapped of him outside by his van; wrapped up in a scarf with the tip of his nose pink from the cold and snowflakes dusting his hair and ears. Seokjin snorted, muttering under his breath.Â
âJoonie? Yeah, heâs handsome,â Y/N agreed without thinking, zooming into Namjoonâs face, able to make out tiny snowflakes clinging to his long eyelashes. âAll of my boys are.â
Sarah and Hannah chuckled, Y/N handing over her phone to let the two of them scroll through her camera roll by themselves, returning to her meal with a warm feeling spreading in her chest. At that point, since the adoptions, she had well over a thousand pictures of all of the hybrids, and she had half a mind to get a bunch of them printed for a scrapbook.Â
The odd sensation of being watched washed over her suddenly, Y/N taking her attention off of the two with her phone to look for the source of itâ finding Seokjin studying her carefully, appearing deep in thought. She smiled at him, tentatively, considering she wasnât used to Seokjin eyeing her in such a serious way, and he snapped out of it quickly, grinning cutely back.Â
The four of them ordered another round of drinks after the entrees were cleared away, Y/N wanting the lunch to last a little longer than normal for Seokjin and Hannahâs sake. It would be a few months until theyâd get to see each other again, Y/N taking a sip of her beer calmly as she noted the two hybrids exchanging phone numbers. Sarah was in the middle of sending Y/N all of the information she needed to book hotel rooms for her and her hybrids in April. Y/N supposed the issue of how many rooms sheâd need to book and who would room with who would be a headache for much, much later.Â
âLetâs split some desserts! Want to share the lava cake, Y/N?â Hannah flipped through the small dessert menu, her speech a little loosened from the two pints of beer she had drank. Hannah was pretty slight, so apparently it didnât take much for her to get tipsy.Â
âWe got that last time,â Seokjin informed her, Y/N giggling at the way Hannah rolled her eyes at Seokjin. âI wanna try something else.â
âThen try something else. I was talking to Y/N,â Hannah slid the menu towards Y/N, a smirk on her face.Â
âI split it with you, Hannah. It was really good,â Y/N lightly nudged Seokjin with her foot under the table when he began pouting pathetically. âGet anything you want, honey, if thereâs leftovers you can just bring it home for later.â
Y/N encouraged Seokjin to order whatever he wanted, Hannah snorting at how much Seokjin perked up after Y/N spoke. Y/N could see why she and Seokjin had become so close over the years; there were several similarities Y/N had noticed Hannah had to Hoseok, and that was likely why Seokjin was able to become such good friends with the fox hybrid right away. Y/N could even see Hannah fitting in well with her own friend group, with her, the Santos twins, and Ben⊠Y/N found the longer she sat in the booth and got to know the cat hybrid, the more she liked her. Whether or not that placated or heightened her jealousy, Y/N couldnât decide.Â
âKeep in touch, until April, alright?â Sarah placed a friendly hand on Y/Nâs forearm, as they stood outside of the breweryâs bathrooms. âIâm going to use the bathroom before we hit the road, can you stay with Hannah?â
Y/N nodded, comfortable enough to be alone with the cat hybrid by now, considering Seokjin had also disappeared to wash his hands in the menâs room. Y/N turned, lingering around the hostessâ booth with Hannah, the young woman already looking at herâ in a similar way Seokjin was studying her earlier.Â
âThis place is pretty good, huh? Isnât that lava cake delicious?â Y/N began, Hannah nodding with a soft smile on her face. âIt was really nice to meet you. Seokjin told me so many wonderful things.â
Hannah chuckled, though she still looked a little serious, her shoulders squared with importance. Y/N could feel her phone buzzing in her pocket with several texts, but ignored them once she realized that Hannah had something to say, unease curling in her gut.Â
âY/N, I want to thank you again for taking care of Seokjin. He seems really happy with you,â Hannah took up one of Y/Nâs hands, her skin like warm silk. âI should tell you though. He has a soft heart, please be careful with it.â
Y/N blinked stupidly, torn between being offended and grateful. Hopefully masking those emotions, Y/N simply nodded, wondering if it was obvious to Hannah how Y/N felt about Seokjin.Â
âSeokjin had a lot of⊠um, incidents with fans of the circus. People who claimed to love him, bringing him gifts, making him promises. He was always let down in the end. It chipped away at his confidence, I think. Iâm not saying youâre like that, but I donât know if heâll survive another heartbreak.â
Y/N felt the smile melt from her face, soaking in what Hannah had to say with nausea beginning to take over. She didnât even know what to say in response to that, and Hannahâs expression was guarded as she caught the agitation coming off of Y/N in waves.Â
âIâd never⊠treat him like that. Seokjin is safe with me,â Y/N composed herself, understanding where Hannah was coming from, and all at once feeling sad for Seokjin. âI care about him, about all of my boys, more than anything.â
Hannahâs guarded expression softened a tad, hearing the fierce sincerity in Y/Nâs words, squeezing her hand once before letting go.Â
âThank you. I believe you,â Hannah murmured, Y/N nodding once and trying to steady her galloping heartbeat. âYouâre a good person, Y/N.â
With that, Hannah looked over Y/Nâs shoulder, a blush forming over her cheeks as she gave Y/N one last hand squeeze, Sarah returning from the bathroom wrapped up in her coat and scarf. The fondness that sheâd sometimes see lighting up her own hybridâs faces was mirrored in Hannahâs expression when the cat hybrid saw Sarah, which had Y/N forgiving her for being so forward with her. Truthfully, she was just trying to be protective of Seokjin, in her own way, and Y/N couldnât be too upset with Hannah just for that.Â
Seokjin appeared moments later, and Y/N was confident he didnât hear her and Hannahâs conversation considering he was in sky-high spirits, zipping Y/Nâs coat for her with a grin and making sure the collar covered up the vulnerable skin of her throat.Â
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the four of them were saying their goodbyes, Sarah leaving to warm up the car while Seokjin and Hannah shared their last few moments together. Similarly, after bidding Hannah a goodbye, Y/N made somewhat of a beeline to her car to avoid watching the two hybrids emotionally embrace again, grumbling at the way her phone was blowing up in her pocket. Once in the icy cab of her car, jacking up the heat all the way, she fumbled for the device, squeaking at the messages crowding her screen.Â
Before she could check to see who was trying to reach her so desperately, her phone started ringingâ and it was her boss, Judy, who never typically bothered her on a day off. Promptly, she picked up, keeping an eye on the blur of lavender making up Seokjinâs coat.Â
âHi, Judy, is everything alright?â Y/N cleared her throat, which was rather dry after the interaction with Hannah.Â
âEverythingâs fine, dear, I was just checking up on you. About your decision, have you talked to your two hybrids about doing the investigations and cleansings?âÂ
Shit. Between everything with Yoongi and tip-toeing around, finally solidifying that dayâs plan at the brewery, and the holidays, she had forgotten to ask Namjoon and Jeongguk about how theyâd feel about making a little cash on the side with her. Exhaling slowly, Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose.Â
âIâm sorry, Judy, I havenât gotten around to it yet. The holidays were a little overwhelming. I can talk to them this evening, though.â
âDonât worry about it, Y/N. Our holiday season this year was quite busy, as well⊠relatives coming from all corners of the country. Iâm only asking, however, because thereâs a young mother who has contacted me about an entity in her home, bothering her children. Sheâs desperate for a consultation, and I think that youâd be able to help her.â
Y/N bit her lip, feeling her phone vibrate against her cheek with yet another message, starting to worry there was some kind of emergency back at home.Â
âOh, Iâll talk to them tonight, then. When I come in on Monday, Iâll hopefully be bringing good news,â Y/N conceded, feeling bad that she hadnât given that conversation with Namjoon and Jeongguk too much priority. âIf thereâs children involved, I want to be able to help right away.â
âAlright, Y/N. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Iâll forward you the motherâs email that was sent to me.â
Hanging up, Y/N thought about how to round up Namjoon and Jeongguk and try to convince the latter to break away from his free time enough to travel around the state with her and Namjoon. Sighing, she opened her messages with her eyes squeezed shut, thankful for the long-winded goodbye Seokjin and Hannah were in the middle of.Â
Yoongi đŒđ»: Weâre going to have to talk, soon
Yoongi đŒđ»: Sweetheart⊠I think some of them are starting to figure it out
Yoongi đŒđ»: Namjoon wonât let me out of his sight. I think he can smell you on me or something
Yoongi đŒđ»: Tonight, you and I have to talk, music room. Midnight
Yoongi đŒđ»: Weâll figure it out together, we canât hide it from them forever
Yoongi đŒđ»: You canât hide from them forever, either
Y/N felt the bile that was already boiling in her stomach from earlier rise to her throat, picturing Namjoonâs wrath, the idea of having to break the news of her and Yoongiâs relationship to her other six housemates, and dealing with the aftermath of that. So caught up in possibility, Y/N swore loudly when Seokjin yanked the car door open and hauled himself inside, pressing a hand over her chest.Â
âWhoa, whatâs the matter? Are you okay?â Seokjin panicked, hands shooting out to cup Y/Nâs face with urgent, concerned hands. In consequence, Y/Nâs phone clattered to the floor mat, and thankfully it was locked when Seokjin freed one of her cheeks to scoop it up for her.Â
âYeah, Iâm fine. I was just startled by the noise, thatâs all,â Y/N replied a bit breathily, leaning into Seokjinâs palm heavily, breathing in his eucalyptus body wash in order to soothe herself. âSorry.â
âPlease,â Seokjin scoffed, tucking hair behind her ear and rolling his eyes. âYou know how I am with loud noises. If anyone gets it, it's me.â
With that, Seokjin pulled Y/N in for a hug across the center console of the cab, using a hand on the back of her head to direct her winter-chilled face into the crook of his neck. Heartbeat stuttering a few beats, she felt herself go limp in his strong arms, worries dissolving into nothing as he held her tightly.Â
âThanks for arranging the meet for today. Hannah really likes you,â Seokjin mumbled into her hair quietly, Y/N able to feel the upturned corners of his mouth pressed into the tresses. âJust like I thought she would!â
âI like her too. She does remind me of Foxy, a little bit,â Y/N admitted, trying her best not to let her lips brush against Seokjinâs throat, though she had been harboring a desire recently to sink her teeth into the strong expanse of it. âApril will be here before you know it, and weâll get to visit her.â
âMmph,â Seokjin returned noncommittally with his lips buried in her hair, tightening his hold on Y/N.
âWhat was that, honey?â Y/N giggled, pulling her face out of Seokjinâs neck, mouth still slightly watering with the idea of biting marks into his flesh. âArenât you excited to take a trip?â
Seokjin made a sad little purr when she maneuvered herself out of his arms, the bright color of his irises flashing once she leaned across the cab to buckle him into his seat securely. With a click, he was belted in, Y/N booping his nose that was still cool from the outside air.Â
âYeah, but I think Iâll probably miss home while weâre gone,â Seokjin admitted quietly, surprising Y/N as she backed out of her space and threw the car in drive. âI never really liked traveling.âÂ
Y/N processed that statement, thinking about how Seokjin had been dragged from coast to coast for years. It was likely that he enjoyed having some roots in place after essentially being a vagabond, and that was yet another similarity between him and Hoseok.Â
âWeâll make it fun, I swear. Iâll rent some kind of camper van that we can drive up, we can get greasy breakfast sandwiches, make a road trip playlistâŠâ Y/N thought aloud, picturing Namjoon in the passenger seat with an old-fashioned map, Jimin passing out snacks to everyone with his bright smile, and the eight of them crammed into a camper.Â
âWhy donât we take Namjoonâs van?â Seokjin suggested, capturing Y/Nâs right hand as soon as she moved it off of the gear shift, his palm warm despite being outside for quite a while.Â
âItâs not big enough to fit all of us, and besides, there are about a hundred books in there. Iâm not sure how Joonie and Jeongguk even hang out in there together, thereâs nowhere to sit,â Y/N felt Seokjin lace his fingers with hers, the jaguar hybrid humming in acknowledgement. âRegardless, weâll have a good time.â
âAs long as Iâm with you, itâll be okay,â Seokjin sighed, squeezing her fingers gently. Y/N stole a glance at him out of the corner of her eye, a tiny smile on his lips as he gazed out of his window, Y/Nâs heart threatening to break through her ribcage.Â
âWhat, no take out for me?â Hoseok opened the door for her and Seokjin, a deep frown on his face once he realized Y/N wasnât holding any bags.Â
âNo, Yoongi is making chili tonight. Pub food doesnât travel well, anyways,â Y/N shrugged off her coat while kicking off her shoes, using Hoseokâs shoulder to balance while he grumbled. Y/N knew that he was just pretending to be annoyed, judging by the merry sway of his tail. âHow was your afternoon, Foxy?â
âGod, youâre calling me that now, too?â Hoseok narrowed his eyes, Seokjin snickering while he hung his and Y/Nâs coat in the closet.Â
âWhat? I think itâs cute,â Y/N replied, poking one of the little dimples above the corners of his mouth when his lips were flattened into a line. âAre Joonie and Jeongguk outside? I have something to discuss with them.â
âYeah, theyâre in the van. Probably talking about bigfoot or some shit,â Hoseok said, Seokjinâs snickers turning into full-blown squeaky laughter, Y/N dragging both of them into the kitchen where Yoongi was dutifully chopping celery.Â
At the sight of him, Y/Nâs chest squeezed, sensing his stress simply by noting how his shoulders were tensed up. She wasnât looking forward to their chat at midnight, but at least sheâd have some alone time with him. Promptly, Seokjin reached for his set of knives on the counter, Yoongi pointing to an onion for the jaguar hybrid to chop. After Y/N gave Yoongi a quick cheek kiss to greet him, she shuffled outside in her slides, ignoring Seokjinâs complaints that she wasnât wearing a coat.Â
In the driveway, she could see exhaust coming from the tailpipe of the van, Y/N skipping up to the side door and knocking three times. In two seconds flat, Jeongguk cracked open the door, hissing as he yanked Y/N into the toasty van with his hand wrapped around her wrist. There were old reruns of The X-files playing on Namjoonâs tiny little TV, and there were snack-sized bags of chips littered all around. Â
âAre you fucking crazy? Itâs like 20 degrees outside,â Jeongguk scolded, Y/N smacking his hand off of her wrist with an eye roll.Â
âSays the one in a tee shirt,â Y/N shot back, glaring at the Metallica concert tee he was wearing with disapproval. âNice to see you, too. Hi Joonie!â
Namjoon was seated in one of the only spots free of books and tapes, the booth by the kitchenette, appearing startled that she swung by to talk to them. He offered her a wave, setting the pen he was using down and straightening up from his slouchy position.Â
âSo, you met up with Seokjinâs girlfriend?â Jeongguk returned to his own seat across from Namjoon after he took a disinterested sniff in Y/Nâs direction. Irked, Y/N used her foot to push Jeongguk further into the booth, plopping down beside him.Â
âEx-girlfriend,â Y/N corrected, Namjoon lifting an eyebrow at her and leaning back in the booth. âWhat are you two up to? Is this the headquarters for a secret club?â
âThe wolf has a pretty decent collection of books about the occult and shit. Got nothing better to do,â Jeongguk shrugged, fiddling with the sword pendant around his neck. âWhy are you here?â
âBecause I have something to ask you, brat,â Y/N seethed, the elk hybridâs attitude not a very good indication that heâd be willing to hang out with her more than necessary. âI have a proposition.â
Namjoonâs ear flickered, leaning forward on his forearms so he could listen closely. His gaze lingered on her throat, where the necklace he had given her was still clasped around securely.Â
âThe answerâs no,â Jeongguk smirked lazily when Y/N stared daggers at him, a teasing glint in his dark eyes. âWhat do you want?â
âMy boss, Judy, remember her? She actually offered me a new opportunity, Iâll end up making more money and doing things that donât require me to sit on a stool all day bored out of my mind,â Y/N began, eyes on the paper Namjoon was writing onâ he must have been taking notes from the book she had gotten for him on his birthday, judging by the occultish doodles amongst his notes.Â
âYouâre asking for career advice?â Namjoon asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.Â
âWell, let me finish, Joon,â Y/N chuckled, teasingly nudging his shin under the table. âBasically, she wants me to take over the consultations and cleansings for customers who come in and have issues with the paranormal. She asked me if you two would be interested in helping me with that, and youâd get paid, too.â
Namjoon froze, before his expression dissolved into pure excitement, something Y/N hardly ever saw on his face unless there was some kind of pastry in front of him. Like she predicted, Namjoon seemed to be totally on board, the van filled with the sound of his tail thumping against the cloth booth they were crammed into.Â
âSo⊠weâd go to work with you?â Namjoon inquired, gripping the table with white knuckles and stars in his eyes. âThree times a week?â
âWell, no, just when weâd have cases to work on. I suppose I could talk to Judy about you coming with me during my regular hours, though, you could help me shelve inventory if you want,â Y/N replied, noting that Jeongguk had yet to offer any sort of response. âWhat do you think?â
âJeongguk, itâs like what you did before, with that investigation team,â Namjoon pointed out, Jeongguk drumming his fingers against the table contemplatively. âYou were just complaining that you had nothing better to do.â
Jeongguk looked from the wolf hybrid to Y/N, both staring at him expectantly, Y/N unable to decipher exactly what he was thinking due to the blank look on his face.Â
âI need more information before I agree to anything,â Jeongguk cleared his throat, angling his body so he could face Y/N better, scratching one of his tapered ears with a grimace.Â
âSure. Judy said we could pretty much run the whole âoperationâ however we wanted. Weâd probably take the car from house to house, do the consultations with the client, and then brainstorm together to make a tentative plan for cleansings. Anything weâd need for rituals we could get from the shop,â Y/N felt the van rock as Namjoon squirmed in his seat.Â
âDonât you think weâd need to do an investigation before weâd be able to come up with how to get rid of the haunting?â Jeongguk asked in an almost condescending manner, Y/N sucking her teeth in annoyance.Â
âThought that went without saying, but yeah. I figured thatâs the part youâd be the most interested in, with your new camera, your experience, and all that,â Y/N kept her cool, concluding if Jeongguk didnât want to help, sheâd still have Namjoon. âJoon, you have a wealth of knowledge, too, and all these books to consult. I think the three of us make a good team, and weâd be helping people.â
Namjoon stood, beginning to pace around the tiny van with his hands on his hips.Â
âLetâs say after a consultation, we have a night where we investigate the property with the client elsewhere. After the investigation, we review findings, come up with a plan on how to best correct the situation, and then we execute it within the home,â Namjoon thought aloud, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater as he paced. âAs for transport. Letâs use this van. Itâll be easier to transport equipment and tools, and be more comfortable for longer trips.â
âWhoa, wolf. Youâre serious about this?â Jeongguk gaped, and Namjoon looked deathly serious in response, so the elk hybrid changed tactics by addressing Y/N. âI donât know, kiddo. Arenât you worried about things that might attach themselves to you again? We just got rid of that hag.â
Both Jeonggukâs concern for her and the nickname he had begun to use on her every once in a while had Y/N nearly swooning into his lap beside her, but she managed to keep it together somehow by biting down hard on the inside of her cheek.Â
âIâve been on top of my protection magic lately, you know that,â Y/N nudged Jeonggukâs shoulder with her own, significantly softened after his display of concern. âWhatever happens, I know we can handle it. Weâre like the supernatural dream team!â
With that, Jeongguk scoffed with a head shake, but the way his frame sagged Y/N knew that he was moments away from giving in.Â
âFuck it, letâs do it,â Jeongguk put his head in his hands, Y/N excitedly grabbing one of his forearms and shaking it in triumph. âIâm not starting a fucking podcast with you two, though.â
âOf course not. The world needs less podcasters anyways,â Y/N snorted, getting up from the booth with a grin. âWe already have a âcaseâ, Judyâs sending me the womanâs email with the complaint. Iâll keep you two updated and Iâll find out more on Monday.â
âYouâre leaving?â Namjoon halted her by the door, and Y/N could have sworn there was a whisper of disappointment in the downturned corners of his full mouth.Â
âAh, yeah. I want to shower before I have my call with the twins,â Y/N became sheepish, shriveling up under the weight of the wolf hybridâs gaze. âIâll see you in a little bit, Joon, okay? Thank you two for being on board with this, too. I think weâll learn a lot from one another, maybe even have some fun!â
âUnless The Nun comes for you,â Jeongguk drawled sarcastically, yanking one of the van windows open so he could light up a cigarette already poised between his lips.Â
Giving him the finger, Y/N smiled warmly at Namjoon as she exited the vehicle. Both optimistic and excited to be able to spend quality time with her two more bristly hybrids, she hurried inside before she could totally freeze to death.Â
Yoongi wasnât in the kitchen anymore, nor was Seokjin or Hoseok, but the chili simmering away on the smelled heavenly and had Y/Nâs mouth watering, even if she was still full from her lunch with Seokjin. She tried not to pout too much that nobody was looking for her on the way to her bedroom, and with that, Y/N wondered if she was becoming too codependent; and further, she wondered why she didnât give a shit if she was.Â
Y/N found herself waiting around for midnight that night so she could have her secret meeting with Yoongi, and because it was only a Wednesday, her and the hybrids took it easy with the nightly cocktailsâ so she was waiting anxiously and fully sober. By 11 PM, she was practically vibrating, gnawing on her nails until they were jagged and unsightly, and she decided to just crawl up to the music room and wait for Yoongi.
Everyone else had gone to bed already, between those who had sports the next day, and Jimin so he could get up early for the animals. Y/N wasnât worried about bumping into anyone, but she still felt like she was creeping around like an intruder. Once she was up the stairs, her mouth dropped open in surprise seeing light spill from the threshold of Seokjinâs bedroom door. Unfortunately for her, on her way to the music room, Seokjin must have caught her scent, his door creaking open and his head popping out into the hallway.Â
âWhat are you still doing up?â Seokjin whispered into the air, Y/N having no choice but to let Seokjin usher her into his bedroom, the soft pink walls lit up with gentle lamplight.Â
âOh, I just felt like listening to some records before I go to bed. I havenât tested out the new system yet,â Y/N fibbed, Seokjin easily buying the lie and tugging her further into his bedroom.Â
Getting a good look around, she breathed in the familiar scent of Seokjinâs body wash perfuming the room, a neat collection of books from the library book club lined up on his dresser, folded laundry sitting on the chair by the window, and his stuffed alpaca sitting on his bed. It looked like she caught Seokjin while he was reading in bed, The Silmarillion sitting on his pillow and the pink quilt pulled back.Â
âYou canât sleep?â Seokjin questioned further, manhandling Y/N by her shoulders and getting her to sit on his bed. He was purring, the sound deeper than normal, and Y/N noticed a sort of wicked gleam in his vibrant eyes.Â
âNo, thatâs not it,â Y/N breathed, Seokjin looking unfairly amazing in just a pair of plaid pajama pants and a simple white tee shirt. âJust not ready for bed y-yet.â
Y/N stuttered when Seokjin sat beside her, his tail automatically wrapping around her waist possessively and his expression growing more dangerous by the secondâ like he was going to eat her alive.Â
âI liked the dress you wore today,â Seokjin leaned back on his palms, dragging his eyes up and down her frame. âPretty.â
âUm, thank you?â Y/N had no idea what was going on, stiff as a board sitting on the edge of Seokjinâs bed, while he toyed with her emotions. âGuess you like the color pink, huh?â
Giggling nervously, Y/N forgot all about meeting Yoongi in the music room, getting lost in Seokjinâs heady gaze, his tail curling lazily behind him. Desperate to escape his scrutiny, she scrambled to find something to talk about, fisting her hands in his quilt.Â
âWow, youâre a-already on The Silmarillion? How did you like the original trilogy? We should watch the movies together soonââ
âY/N,â Seokjin purred, using a fingertip to trace a line up the inside of her wrist, watching with interest as goosebumps followed his path. Before she could squeak in response, Seokjin pounced, knocking the wind out of her as she was pinned to his mattress in the blink of an eye.Â
âOofââ Y/N wheezed, eyes wide as she processed what was happening, hands scrabbling on the quilt as she registered Seokjinâs knees framing her thighs, keeping her put as he stared down at her hungrily. âJin!â
A low growl came from the back of his throat as Y/N whimpered out his nickname, an elbow coming down beside her shoulder so he could bring his face closer to hers, his minty breath washing over her face as she stared at him owlishly. Regaining some of her motor functions, her hands grasped onto his broad shoulders, preparing to push him away before she lost all sense and kissed him, but as if he sensed this, Seokjin swiftly grasped her wrists in one of his hands. Tutting, he held her wrists above her head easily, his eyes becoming lidded as Y/Nâs heart began pumping frantically. Then, as he was using his free hand to graze his fingertips under her jawline, it dawned on Y/N.Â
Unable to break free from the ironclad grip on her wrists, Y/N could only watch Seokjin above her, his cheeks flushed and his mouth slightly parted, adrenaline coursing through her veins as he settled his weight on top of her. The way his hips were flush with hers had a strike of white-hot heat flashing over her skin, but Seokjin didnât seem to notice as his thumb traced over her pulse point, a satisfied look on his face as he felt it racing under his touch.Â
Last time Seokjin scented herâ the first and only timeâ he was overcome with a fever, desperate, and shaky. This time, he was coiled, predatory, and dangerous, Y/Nâs breath coming out in pants as he assessed how quickly he reduced her into a mess. Suddenly, his face was in the crook of her neck, Y/N squealing when she felt Seokjin lick a graphically long stripe up the side of her neck, his lips bending into a smile at the sound.Â
âSmells so good,â Seokjin mumbled, nudging his nose along the dampened flesh, his tail thrashing behind him as he soaked in her scent, his chest rumbling with purrs as he kept her pinned to the mattress. âPretty girl.â
Y/Nâs half-closed eyes shot wide open, her stomach flipping over at the growled pet name, her captured hands aching to reach out and touch the jaguar hybrid. Mouthing at her throat, Seokjinâs tongue periodically swiped at her pulse point, Y/Nâs eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she prayed she wasnât filling the room with the scent of her arousal. It was difficult not to arch into him, and distantly she was grateful that he was keeping her pinned down.Â
âStay still for me, pretty, okay?â Seokjin whispered into her ear, his voice thickened with honey, Y/N squeezing her eyes shut and going absolutely still obediently, egged on by the pet name.Â
With a gentle kiss to her throat, Seokjin bared his teeth, swiftly sinking them into his chosen spot with a hum. Y/N felt the edges of her vision go fuzzy, not even feeling the pain of his incisors in her neck, instead focusing on the way Seokjinâs grip on her wrists tightened, his other hand bracing his weight beside her face.Â
Floating to the ceiling, Seokjin pulled his teeth from the mark, loopiness taking over Y/N as the jaguar hybrid cauterized the wound, catching stray droplets of blood with his tongue. Finally, he let go of her wrists, Y/N immediately diving her fingertips into Seokjinâs hair, the jaguar hybrid purring loudly at the sensation. With him still very much on top of her, Y/N didnât move an inch. If it werenât for the fact that she still had to talk to Yoongi at any moment, she probably would have gone to sleep with a smile and the jaguar hybrid laying on top of her like a weighted blanket.Â
Nuzzling his face into her neck, he gave the bite one last goofily loud peck, making Y/N giggle deliriously. Wrapping his arms around her middle, Seokjin rolled sideways with Y/N pressed to his chest, and Y/N couldnât stop the laughter from bubbling up in her chest due to the post-scent haze.Â
Pulling away a few inches, Seokjinâs eyes twinkled in amusement as he watched her dissolve into hysterics, cupping her face like he did earlier that day, and to Y/Nâs astonishment, began planting loud kisses all over her face, heightening her delight. Seokjin was affectionate, but never to that degree, and once again she felt herself growing shy under all of the attention.Â
âAw, look at you. Blushing,â Seokjin cooed after placing one last kiss on the tip of her nose, looking far too pleased with himself. âSorry if I caught you off guard. I needed you to smell like me again.â
Blinking, Y/N watched Seokjin become bashful, scratching the back of his neck as he helped Y/N sit up, one of his arms still hooked around her waist securely.Â
âWhat do you mean, honey?â Y/N felt like she had cotton stuffed in her mouth, leaning into Seokjin as he smoothed her hair back into place.
âMy scent on you. It was almost completely faded, so I would have had to do that soon anyways, but I wanted to get rid of whatâs left of Hannahâs scent from earlier today that was still clinging to you,â Seokjin explained, Y/Nâs mouth dropping open.Â
âOh,â Y/N blurted, Seokjinâs ears fluttering at the sound. âWhy?âÂ
With this, Seokjin frowned, ducking his head so he could make eye contact with her, apparently confused that she would even ask such a thing.Â
âYou already smell like six other hybrids. I donât want to add a seventh to that bunch, besides my own,â Seokjin said seriously, Y/Nâs skin on fire. With that statement, her jealousy towards Hannah earlier that day all but disappearedâ the sensation replaced with butterflies soaring in her stomach.Â
âOh,â Y/N repeated softly, Seokjinâs grin returning as he helped her to her feet.Â
âSpeaking of scents. I smell Yoongi, I think he had the same idea as you,â Seokjin kept an arm around her as they headed to his door, Y/Nâs knees like jelly as she remembered the conversation she was about to have. âMaybe heâll play you a lullaby before bed!â
âThat would be nice, Seokjinnie,â Y/N sighed, thankful for the calmness that came over her post-bite. âYou should get some rest, too. Your eyes are almost completely shut!â
Facing him before she departed, Y/N felt her love for the jaguar hybrid almost completely drown and overwhelm her, him seemingly so at peace and soft around the edges at that moment. And in that moment, she allowed herself to pretend they were together, and all of the messiness was long behind them.Â
âMmm. I forgot how much that can take out of me,â Seokjin blushed pink like the walls of his room, shifting from foot to foot. âI had a nice day with you today. Get some sleep after Yoongi plays that lullaby for you, alright?â
Unable to help herself, Y/N gently yanked on the front of Seokjinâs tee shirt, pressing her face into his chest and squeezing him around his middle. Deep, relaxed purrs vibrated against her cheek, Seokjin squeezing her back with equal amounts of force with his arms clasped around her hips.Â
âOkay, goodnight, honey, see you in the morning,â Y/N mumbled into his chest, reluctant to let him go. However, she was running a bit late to her meeting with Yoongi, and if she stayed in Seokjinâs room any longer, sheâd never leave.Â
âGoodnight,â Seokjin whispered, releasing her and watching her shut his door as she left, her heart still galloping and vision a little fuzzy post-bite. The last thing she saw was the feline glow of his eyes in the darkened hallway.Â
Slipping into the music room, nothing indicated that Yoongi was in there besides the battery-operated candles littered around the room, illuminating his form by the window, looking out into the backyard. Y/N had managed to compose herself during the short tip-toed walk from Seokjinâs room to her original destination, securely locking the soundproof door with a small expulsion of air,Â
âAngel,â Y/N hummed, sitting heavily on the loveseat and waiting for him to join her, the leopard hybrid moving noiselessly from the window to the couch, Y/N barely able to make out his features in the low lighting.Â
âYouâre late,â Yoongi scolded, though there wasnât much force behind the words as he sat beside her. âAnd youâre covered in Eau de Seokjin.â
âUm, sorry?â Y/N offered, Yoongi shrugging indifferently as Y/N cuddled up to his side indulgently.Â
âNo youâre not,â Yoongi teased, one of his arms draping over her shoulders as she curled into him, rolling her eyes. âLucky for you, heâs dense.â
âSo, heâs not one of the ones youâre worried about? Donât think heâs caught on to⊠anything?âÂ
âIâm not sure. If he has, heâs not letting me near enough to come to that conclusion,â Yoongi replied, letting Y/N snuggle into his shoulder. âItâs Namjoon you need to worry about. Heâs watching me like a hawk. If he flies off the handle and gets in your face again, Iâll break his fucking legs.â
âYou absolutely will not. Iâll make you foot the hospital bill with your earnings from Daisyâs lessons if you do,â Y/N poked Yoongi in the chest, the leopard hybrid growling as if in warning. âJoonieâs softened up anyways. Iâm worried about Tae. You know how he follows me around, how he can close himself off.â
âYeah, me too. Heâs really attached to you, I donât see him reacting well,â Yoongi sighed, pinching his nose bridge delicately. âOn the bright side, I donât think any of those idiots are aware youâre in love with them.â
Y/N flinched, that being the first time Yoongi didnât beat around the bush when it came to her feelings about the others, gawking at Yoongi with alarm. His expression was neutral, like he had just given her a 10-day forecast.Â
âJesus, Yoongi,â Y/N breathed, pulling away from him so she could rub her arms that were now covered in a chill. âWay to cut to the chase.â
âWell, itâs late. I donât want to keep you up for much longer, so itâs better to just say things plainly,â Yoongi deadpanned, tugging her back into his arms by her shirtsleeve. âCome here, love.â
âWhat should I do, then?â Y/N redirected the conversation, Yoongi playing with the ends of her hair.Â
âJust⊠talk to them. If you donât want to confess your feelings yet, fine. But they have to know about us before we get caught.â
Y/N grumbled, tracing her fingers along the silver chain around Yoongiâs neck contemplatively. She was preparing herself for a total shitshow; Namjoon could go either wayâ furious or indifferentâ Taehyung could withdraw, her easy friendship with Hoseok may become strained and awkward. The whole situation had her sick to her stomach with worry, and there was no way she could come up with to break the news that wouldnât cause a glaring rift.
âWhat do you think about Jeongguk, Jimin? How do you think theyâll⊠take it?âÂ
âI donât think Jeongguk will give a shit, to be honest,â Yoongi responded after a pause, shivering when Y/Nâs fingertips grazed the sensitive skin of his throat. âJimin is another one who has caught on, I think. Havenât you noticed heâs sort of been avoiding the two of us?â
Y/N stilled, going over her memories of the past few weeks. Jimin had been outside more than usual, going on long rides around the propertyâs trails with each horse they had in their stables, clearing away brush in the area he wanted to place the garden beds in the spring, and repairing the old greenhouse in the backyard. Y/N could only remember him being indoors at night, usually with a book, and he definitely didnât put up with mindless chit chat with Hoseok like he used to. Worrying her lower lip with her teeth, Y/N felt like talking to him in the morning would be a good idea.
âI think Seokjin will be fine, too. You could smack him across the face and heâd still dote on you,â Yoongi pointed out, Y/N grimacing at his amused expression.Â
âIâm glad youâre finding this all too amusing, angel,â Y/N frowned, crossing her arms over her chest while Yoongiâs rumbled with laughter behind her. âIâm gonna have a nervous breakdown.â
âHey, donât worry too much. Itâll all work out eventually, you know. They canât resent you for being in love,â Yoongi turned off the theatrics, smoothing a hand down her back. âBesides. Iâve got you.â
âI know,â Y/N murmured, reaching up to cup one of his cheeks and kissing the other gently. âIâve got you too.â
âTalk to them this week,â Yoongi pressed his forehead against hers, his hand coming up to wrap around the wrist that was still beside his face. âYou have to, alright, love?â
âYeah. Donât wanna sneak around anymore,â Y/Nâs expression turned wicked, hand moving from Yoongiâs cheek to the back of his neck, tugging on the long locks of his hair.Â
âImpatient little one,â Yoongi chided with a snicker, giving her a chaste kiss on her mouth, Y/N thinking that wasnât nearly enough. âGo to bed, now.â
âCan you play me a lullaby first?â Y/N used her best doe-eyed expression, Yoongi melting instantly, grabbing her hand and letting her lean her head on his shoulder while he played her a gentle, lilting tune.Â
Even though she went to bed late, Y/N got up weepingly early, wanting to catch Jimin before he disappeared into the backyard the entire day. Bundling up in her warmest sweater and jeans, she covered up Seokjinâs mark on her throat with a scarf, following the scent of coffee into the kitchen. Yoongi wasnât up yet, but the coffee maker was on an automatic timer, so Y/N helped herself to a to-go cup, feeling cozy and warm in the coat Hoseok and Seokjin got for her. No one appeared to be awake yet, and all Y/N could hear beside the whistling wind outside was movement coming from down the hall where Jiminâs bedroom was. Deciding to just wait for him, Y/N perched herself in the breakfast nook, admiring the crystalline frost covering the grass in the backyard.Â
It was the coldest winter Y/N had experienced in a while, the sky gray almost every single day, the pond in the backyard frozen solid and icicles clinging to the eaves of the roof. Sipping her coffee, not even bothering to stir cream and sugar into it at that point, Y/N heard the heavy thunking sounds of Jimin walking through the foyer in his steel-toed boots, the sound stopping when he was in the threshold of the kitchen. Y/N tore her gaze from the backyard, smiling at the coyote hybrid brightly, pure astonishment on his face when he saw her sitting there in her coat and boots.Â
âGood morning!â Y/N greeted Jimin cheerfully, his yellow eyes wide with shock, Y/N trying not to giggle as he attempted to disguise his expression.Â
âWhat are you doing awake so early, Y/N?â Jimin asked, his voice still rough with sleep as he composed himself, tentatively reaching the coffee carafe with his ears alert and cautious. âI thought you liked to sleep in on your days off.â
âI wanted to help you out with the animals this morning. You know, earn my keep,â Y/N joked, Jimin snorting softly. âIâve missed you, too.â
Jimin spun on his heel, cocking head with color in his cheeks, Y/N unable to help the smirk growing across her face. Jimin was very easy to tease, no matter how much of a smooth talker he could be.Â
âYouâve been trying to figure out where to put the garden beds too, right? Maybe I can help!â Y/N continued, getting up from her seat to get closer to the coyote hybrid, who was pushing a hand through his blonde hair with a nod.Â
âYeah, thatâs a good idea. I know you wanted to talk to me about what you want to grow, too,â Jimin replied, appearing torn between wanting to hang out with her and being a little jittery about it.Â
âOkay, letâs go then!â Y/N hooked her elbow with Jiminâs, fingers grappling with the soft suede of his jacket as she pulled him outside, Jimin able to take about three sips of his coffee before she was dragging him away from the warmth of their home.Â
Following the paving stones towards the back of the property, Y/N clung as close as she could to Jiminâs warmth, both of their breaths making clouds in front of them in the frosty air. The sun was low in the sky, truthfully still rising, but it looked like another overcast gray January day.Â
âLooks great out here, Jimin! I canât believe you were able to clear out all that brush in front of the pond. Now weâll be able to see it when we have lunch on the picnic table in the spring,â Y/N squeezed Jiminâs arm, the coyote hybridâs ears flattening bashfully.Â
âWell, Taehyung helped, of course,â Jimin admitted, his boots making the grass crunch beneath his steps. âHe filled in that mud pit with the gravel, too.â
âItâs shaping up back here! Iâm going to call a contractor and see what they can do with that little guest house. I think it would be nice to turn it into a place to watch movies in the summer, like a fort! What do you think?â Y/N nudged Jiminâs hip with her own, crossing over the little bridge over the brook, the stable in her sights.Â
âI like that idea,â Jimin grinned down at Y/N, one of his pointed incisors flashing at her. âWhy call a contractor though? I think we have renovations down to a certain science.â
âFair,â Y/N agreed, breaking free from Jimin once they reached the chicken coop, the hens coming out of their little house like they sensed Jiminâs presence, the rooster squawking loudly. âEek, Bandit scares me. I think he wants to eat Hoseok.â
Y/N pointed at the black rooster, the thing squawking at her again out of spite, Y/N thought. Jimin laughed heartily, turning on the tap so he could fill the chickenâs water trough with a hose. After blowing hot air into her fists, Y/N reached for the bag of chicken feed, giving Bandit a wide berth as she scattered food around the pen, humming merrily.Â
âY/N, hereâs the basket for the eggs. Iâm going to check in on the horses, alright?â Jimin reached over the fence of the pen with a wicker basket in his hand, encouraging her to take it. âWatch out for Bandit, heâll go for your ankles when you least expect it.â
âGee, thanks,â Y/N mumbled, watching Jimin stroll away with a smirk on his face, taking it upon herself to stare at the way Jiminâs jeans hugged his legs.Â
She felt around the coop for eggs, gently nestling them in the basket as she went, using a free hand to shove Bandit away when he came snooping around her pant leg. She thought about maybe making a frittata for breakfast with the sheer amount of eggs she was pulling from the coop, fist-bumping the air when she placed the final one in the basket. Urgently leaving the pen before Bandit could chase her into a corner, Y/N set the basket down, gazing around the backyard curiously.Â
The brand-new exercise pen was made up of wood that was still a pale, power-washed color, and Jimin had stacked materials to construct the garden beds nearby, where the old-fashioned green copper penny greenhouse was several yards away. Jimin had certainly kept himself busy in the past few weeks, stacks of bagged soil already beside the greenhouse and rakes strewn about. He had even replaced the milky, cracked glass on the greenhouse, the new windows shining in the early morning sunlight.Â
Clicking her tongue, she made her way into the stable in search of the coyote hybrid, the building a few degrees warmer than the outside air but still drafty. Jimin had once explained to her that horses didnât need space heaters, which Y/N wanted to get for them, with barely-contained amusement on his face. Shivering, she spotted Jimin with Vista towards the back of the stable, placing a blanket over her back.Â
âWhatcha doing?â Y/N eyed the bridle he was holding, giving his horse a pat on her neck.Â
âI was going to take her out and practice her jumps. Itâs been a while, and I donât want her to be bored,â Jimin expertly placed a saddle on her back, eyes flashing to Y/N making a tiny braid in the horseâs mane. âWhy donât you tell me what kinds of things you want to grow in the garden, so I can order seeds?â
âOoh, let me thinkâŠâ Y/N continued braiding Vistaâs mane, hoping that Jimin didnât mind. âWeâll have to do things seasonally, some things grow at different times of year, which Iâm sure you know.â
âActually, I donât have too much experience with gardening. Iâm better with animals and general landscaping, I think,â Jimin chuckled, leaving Vista clipped to one of the straps on the wall that kept the horse in place, grabbing a pitchfork to shovel fresh hay into Willowâs stall. âWeâll do some research, just snowball some basic ideas for me.â
âHmm⊠cabbage, definitely. Itâs hardy, we can make kimchi and stews with it. Leeks, peas, those are early spring veggies we can grow, too. I know Yoongi really loves tangerines, and Jeongguk likes bananas, but we donât exactly live in a tropical environment so we canât do that. Later on, though, we can grow strawberries in the summer, maybe even some blueberries, tomatoes. Carrots, celery, and onion for soups?â Y/N rambled, gazing towards the lofty ceiling of the stable as she went. âOoh, and I want to make a smaller garden bed for all kinds of herbs, so we can use that for cooking and my practice. I think it would be nice to plant some flowers in one of the beds, too, to attract pollinators and butterflies!â
âSounds like youâve given this quite a bit of thought,â Jimin said, surprise coloring his tone. âIâll have to get started on the beds. Thankfully we can use that greenhouse to sprout the seedlings.â
âWill you let me help you make the garden beds, Jimin? I know youâre worried I might injure myself with a hammer or something, but I did renovate all of your bedrooms prior to even knowing you. And the kitchen. A simple garden bed will be nothing for me,â Y/N jut her lower lip out, wondering if pouting worked on Jimin like it did with Yoongi.Â
Jimin blinked, placing the pitchfork back in its spot, approaching her and Vista again. By then, she had braided half of Vistaâs dark mane mindlessly, the horse placidly letting her do what she wanted.Â
âIf itâll make you happy, then sure,â Jimin conceded, pulling his jeans up by his belt. âI donât underestimate you. I apologize for making you feel that way, Y/N.â
Taken aback, her pouting working a little too well, Y/N put her hands up in alarm.Â
âOh, shit, Jimin. You donât have to apologize, youâre well aware that I have clumsy tendencies. Iâm not insulted or anything, I swear,â Y/N blurted, Jiminâs eyes going wide as soon as an expletive left her mouth. âSorry for swearing. I regret to inform you that my mouth is just about as filthy as JeonggukâsâŠâ
After a beat, Jiminâs shoulders started shaking, his eyes turning into slits as he laughed at her, Y/N spellbound by his joy as always.Â
âI know, Y/N. Itâs funny though, youâre always trying to watch your mouth around me. I grew up with ranchers, remember? Crude as they come,â Jiminâs voice was strained in between his laughter, unclipping Vista from the wall as he spoke.Â
âSo youâve been letting me act like Anne of fucking Green Gables for months for your own amusement?â Y/N exclaimed, Jiminâs laughter growing louder and more untamed. âYou all love to fuck with me, huh?â
âWhat does Hoseok say?â Jimin gathered Vistaâs reins in one of his fists, guiding her forward towards the stableâs exit. âYou make it too easy.â
Muttering, she followed Jimin outside, realizing the only hybrid she adopted that didnât tease her whenever he got the chance was Namjoon. Even Seokjin had begun to show his cheeky, prankster-type side, but the wolf hybrid was a bit too stiff to crack jokes at her expense.Â
âItâs all fun and games until I start making cowboy jokes,â Y/N threatened, Jimin lifting an eyebrow at her as if to dare her. âI didnât even notice those hurdles, did you make them yourself?â
Y/N watched Jimin unlatch the gate to the exercise pen, eyes on the freshly painted hurdles scattered around the area, all with varying heights and widths. The coyote hybrid was certainly making use of the Home Depot gift certificate he got in his stocking for Christmas, as well as the companyâs delivery service. With a swish of his sandy tail, Jimin led Vista in the pen, Y/N unsure if she should follow or hang out by the fence and simply watch.Â
âYeah, I learned how to make those when I was a kid. Simple enough,â Jimin replied, the morning sun crawling higher in the sky, making his hair look even more honeyed than usual. âHere, take a seat.â
Jimin let go of Vistaâs reins, the horse obediently staying put as he approached Y/N casually, and before she could ask where exactly she should sit, she was hauled into the coyote hybridâs arms, feet dangling pathetically in the air. Yelping, she struggled in Jiminâs grip on her body, the hybrid promptly placing her sideways on Vistaâs back, Y/N immediately beginning to quake.Â
âJimin!â Y/N hissed, instinctively swinging one of her legs over the horseâs back so she was seated in the saddle properly, arms around Vistaâs neck in a desperate attempt not to fall off.Â
âRelax, Y/N,â Jimin snorted, gathering the reins and offering them to her. âYouâre fine.â
âThe closest Iâve ever gotten to riding a horse is when my dad made me get on a donkey at the zoo when I was seven,â Y/N protested, taking the reins like they were a lifeline. âIs this payback for the cowboy joke threat?â
âRelax,â Jimin repeated, using a stirrup to expertly hoist himself up, Y/N growing even stiffer when the coyote hybrid settled himself behind her, arms coming around to place his hands over hers on the reins. âStraighten up, lean back, if youâre nervous. I wonât let you fall.â
Doing just that, Y/N pressed her back into Jiminâs solid chest, shakily squeezing her thighs on either side of the horseâs body, Jiminâs hands rough but gentle on top of hers.Â
âGood. Progress,â Jimin murmured into her ear, a note of smug satisfaction in his tone. âYou mentioned that you wanted to learn how to ride. Better to catch you off guard before you talk yourself out of it.â
âRight,â Y/N replied weakly, Jimin giving her simple instructions on how to get the horse to move forward, turn in certain directions, and stop. âYou know, this reminds me of that picture of you and your sister. Whatâs her name? You never told me.â
They were making slow circles around the exercise pen, Jiminâs presence behind her protective and soothing, his rugged voice in her ear.Â
âHer name is Seonmi, sheâs three years younger than me. About your age,â Jimin replied softly, Y/N feeling his handâs squeeze over hers. âShe was nervous about riding at first, like you. But now she does the bulk of the horse training.â
âSeonmi is a pretty name. I bet you miss her lots,â Y/N said, Jimin sighing behind her.
âOf course I do,â Jimin started, the two making their fifth lap around the pen. âBut like I said before, I donât have any regrets.â
âWe could visit your family soon, if youâd like. I had Ben do some digging, and thereâs nothing that says you canât visit with them, as long as Iâm with you and we bring your adoption certificate,â Y/N proposed, thankful for Jiminâs warmth as a biting breeze rolled by. âWhat do you think? Whenâs the weather nice in Montana?â
Jimin fell silent, nothing but the sound of Vistaâs hooves clomping away on the beaten-down earth emphasizing the lack of Jiminâs response. Y/N gave him time to process, as she pretty much dropped a bombshell on him, his left hand retreating from the back of hers and his forearm curling around her middle snugly.Â
âJuly, itâs the warmest and when the park looks the most beautiful,â Jiminâs voice was throaty, his hold on her tender. âIâ didnât know that you were looking into that for me. Youâre serious, we can visit?â
Y/N craned her neck to the side so she could get a look at Jiminâs face, and it was much closer than she thought it was, the coyote hybrid seeking eye contact with her through his light eyelashes. Able to smell his lavender shampoo from such a short distance, Y/N found herself staring right at Jiminâs mouth, his lips tempting and nearer than ever.
âOf course Iâm serious, itâs your family! Weâll go whenever you want, however frequently you want, too,â Y/N insisted, her thighs beginning to ache from straddling Vista for so long. âJust say the word, Iâll get us flights.â
Jimin cleared his throat, staring straight ahead, appearing to try and push down overwhelming emotion.Â
âWant to try a jump?â
âHuh? Jimin, Iâve barely learned how to steer her, you want me to try a jump?â Y/N spluttered, surprised that he changed the subject so abruptly.Â
âIâm behind you, nothing will go wrong. Iâll tell you exactly what to do,â Jiminâs easy confidence made a comeback, Y/N picturing a smirk on his face as he squeezed her around the middle.Â
With that, Jimin told her how to lift herself out of the saddle, lean forward, and stay in position during the jump, Y/N feeling less nervous with Jimin behind her and his clear expertise. Besides, there was something freeing about the idea of sailing through the air, so Y/N began to get excited as they approached one of the hurdles, her heart racing.Â
âYou can do it,â Jimin encouraged, giving her hip an encouraging pat, Vista speeding up and Y/N lifting herself out of the saddle with her back still pressed to Jiminâs chest, whooping loudly as Vista successfully flew over the hurdle. âThatâs it! Youâre a natural.â
âYeah, if you werenât behind me, though, I would have fallen on my ass,â Y/N was riding the high of his praise, enjoying every second of her time with Jimin even if she was frozen solid.Â
After a few more jumps, Y/Nâs thighs were truly starting to go numb, humbling her by how out of shape she was. She knew she should probably head back into the house soon to have some breakfast, her stomach growling loudly once they landed a final jump.Â
âAh, you should go in now. Donât want you to get frostbite, and by the sounds of it, youâre famished,â Jimin brought Vista to a halt, swiftly and gracefully sliding off of the horse, his hand outstretched for Y/Nâs.Â
âAre you going to come with me?â Y/N asked, trying to keep the whine out of her voice at the thought of parting with him, his citrine eyes twinkling with amusement as she placed her hand in his.Â
Using his free hand, Jimin hooked his forearm around Y/Nâs lower back, lifting her gently off of the saddle and setting her down on her feet, keeping his arm in place as she shook the feeling back into her legs. His ears were perked up as she groaned softly, the blood rushing to her stiff muscles and giving her pins and needles.Â
âIâm going to take the other horses out for exercise, too. It wonât take too long, Iâll come in for lunch later. Have a few more windows to replace on the greenhouse,â Jimin scratched the back of his neck, again looking a bit conflicted. Yoongi was right, Jimin was definitely trying to get some distance, using tasks outside as excuses.Â
âOh, alright,â Y/N watched Jimin pat Vistaâs neck distractedly, his nose twitching. âIâll see you then. Thanks for the riding lesson, it was a lot of fun!â
âAnytime, Y/N. In the spring, we can take longer rides on the trail together,â Jiminâs nose was still twitching, Y/N wondering if he could smell her suspicion that he knew something about her and Yoongi, but his sweet smile gave nothing away. âHead in now, donât forget the eggs.â
âOkay, sweetheart,â Y/N watched the coyote hybrid usher Vista back into the stable, scooping up the basket of eggs by the coop before she started back to the house.Â
Y/N thought that sheâd be able to tell right away if Jimin knew anything, as he typically was easier to read than a book with his earnest expressions. The only indication that something was awry was his insistence on hanging outside for hours on end. Thankfully, she thought, he was just as laid-back and friendly as he always was, and if he did know something, it wasnât preventing him from treating Y/N normally.Â
As she approached the house, she saw that Taehyung and Yoongi were in the kitchen, the former changing out the lens on his camera for a different one. Yoongi, however, was in the middle of stirring coffee in two separate mugsâ one of them, she assumed, for her.Â
Monday night, Y/N came home with a packet of information about the haunting her, Jeongguk, and Namjoon were going to investigate, sighing blissfully as the scent of homemade pasta sauce filled the house. Kicking off her shoes and hanging up her bag, she was too beat from helping Judy with the busy sale they had that day to discuss more mystical subject matter with the two hybrids, so she kept the packet in her bag. All she wanted was to sink into the couch with a bowl of pasta, numbing her brain with whatever show the hybrids were binging that day.Â
âHi, angel,â Y/N padded into the kitchen, finding him by himself, stirring the pasta sauce with a wooden spoon. âHow was your day? The lesson with Daisy?â
âGood. She learned Twinkle Twinkle faster than you,â Yoongi winked at her, Y/N tugging on a lock of his hair in retribution. âYou? You look exhausted.â
âYeah, we had a pop-up sale today. 60% off on crystals, 30% on jewelry. Place was jammed with ladies that look like my mom,â Y/N complained, mouth watering at the scent of tomato and basil. Or perhaps it was the smell of Yoongiâs spicy vanilla cologne. âWhere is everyone?â
âTaehyungâs in his darkroom. Ghostbusters are outside, Foxy and Jimin are sawing wood for whatever project the coyote cooked up this time,â Yoongi hummed as Y/N wrapped an arm around his waist as he cooked, leaning her chin on his shoulder tiredly. âSeokjinâs in his room.â
âItâs getting dark, Iâm worried that someone is going to lose a finger sawing,â Y/N peered over her shoulder to look outside, but she couldnât really make anything out with the waning sunlight.Â
âDonât sweat it. They can see better than you in the dark, silly girl,â Yoongi set down the wooden spoon, turning on his heel and grabbing Y/N by her hips, threading his fingers through the belt loops of her jeans. âMissed you.â
âOh, did you?â Y/N pushed hair out of his face, tucking a strand of it behind his ear, playfully flicking one of the hoops threaded through it. âCareful, babyâŠâ
âItâs fine, no oneâs here,â Yoongi pulled her closer, Y/N bracing herself by placing her hands on his chest, his voice gravelly and quiet.Â
Blushing, her eyes fluttered shut, secretly thrilled that he was being so bold, and maybe by the possibility of being caught, even if it caused a total shitshow. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, she sighed softly at the feeling of Yoongiâs lips on hers, sweet and soft. One of his hands cradled the side of her face as he kissed her, Y/Nâs arms looping around his neck as she attempted to deepen the kiss by swiping her tongue over his lower lip.Â
Things came to a shattering halt when the slider to the backyard was yanked open, Y/N springing apart from Yoongi with utter horror. Apparently, throwing caution to the wind had thoroughly fucked her.Â
âOh shit, wolf, you called it. How much do I owe you?â Jeongguk strolled into the kitchen cockily, arms crossed over his chest as he looked from Y/N to Yoongi. âTwenty bucks?â
Namjoon was behind the elk hybrid, his expression made of stone as he watched Y/N grapple for the countertop so she wouldnât pass out. Neither of them seemed pissed, but Y/N had absolutely no idea what to say.Â
To make matters worse, Jimin was leaning against the coffee bar after slipping inside behind Namjoon, and Hoseok was standing in the doorway with huge, shocked eyes and letting frigid air into the house.Â
âIâ I,â Y/N panicked, noticing the slight disappointment all over Jiminâs face, and the way Hoseok was standing so stiffly, it was like he was being electrocuted. âUm, I, weââ
âWere kissing as friends?â Jeongguk rolled his eyes, wrestling a beer from the fridge. âPlease.â
âOh, fuck off,â Yoongi hissed, Y/N stiffening as he put an arm around her waist, squeezing tightly.Â
âY/N⊠you⊠do you like him?â Hoseok snapped out of whatever was keeping him stationary in the doorframe, hastily shutting the slider.Â
There was silence, Jimin looking at the floor, Namjoon simply watching with a neutral expression, and Jeongguk sipping his beer with an amused smirk. Feeling bile crawl up her throat, there was no escaping her current situation, the only thing holding her upright being Yoongiâs strong arm around her. Through her embarrassment, though, she was comforted by the leopard hybridâs presence, and it was enough to spark some bravery.Â
âI love him,â Y/N admitted, her voice wobbly but sure.Â
âJesus,â Jeongguk shook his head, picking his nails and glancing at Namjoon across the room. âI guess I owe you forty bucks.â
âIâm sorry, you two made bets?â Hoseok composed himself, looking absolutely incredulous. âWhat the fuck? How did you even know this was going on?â
âYouâre not very perceptive,â was all Namjoon said, still not giving Y/N any idea how he was feeling. âI noticed weeks ago.â
Quaking, Y/N felt her lower lip tremble, not knowing if she was going to cry or not.Â
âSo, what. Are you two just gonna be together from now on?â Jeongguk inquired, Y/N astonished that Yoongi was completely rightâ Jeongguk didnât give a shit about the two of them being romantically involved.Â
âThat a problem?â Yoongi spoke up, a growl low in his throat.Â
âNot for me,â Jeongguk drained the rest of his beer, getting up from the barstool he was sitting on and walking by Namjoon, tossing two twenty dollar bills at the wolf hybridâs chest. âLet me know when the foodâs ready, Iâm gonna shower.â
With that, the elk hybrid left the room, leaving Y/N reeling.Â
âUm, the rest of you?â Y/N chewed on her lip, glancing at the other three hybrids scattered around the kitchen. Jimin had a difficult time looking at her, and Hoseok was being weird, rolling an apple from the fruit basket on the countertop back and forth.Â
âDo what you want, Y/N. Itâs your life,â Namjoon answered smoothly, shoving his hands in his pockets. âCan we talk about the case later, though?â
Completely caught off guard that Namjoon, too, didnât seem to care, nor did he fly off the handle, Y/N blinked at him, shakily nodding her head. Once that was confirmed, Namjoon took a seat in the breakfast nook, pulling out a book from his hoodie pocket and taking himself out of the conversation.Â
Hoseok shrugged, returning the apple to the basket, heading towards the foyer with his sunny grin back on his faceâ always managing to bounce back.Â
âI second what the wolf said. None of my business, and if youâre happy then thatâs all that matters. Keep the making out in front of me to a minimum, though, I donât wanna see you like that, Yoongi,â Hoseok jabbed, whistling his signature tone, leaving the room. Seconds later, Y/N heard the TV turn on in the parlor.Â
Jimin, out of the four who walked in on them, was definitely the most perturbed. Gently, she eased Yoongiâs arm off of her, approaching Jimin slowly, and finally he made eye contact with her.Â
âJimin, are you upset?â Y/N asked tentatively, and he shook his head after a short pause.Â
âNo, Y/N, Iâm not upset,â Jimin placed a hand on her forearm, though his lips were still downturned at the corners. âI just wish you had told me sooner. You didnât have to sneak around.â
Flinching, she hardly recognized the hurt in his voice. Y/N realized he must have taken the âsneaking aroundâ as not trusting him enough to divulge her feelings, and with a pat to her forearm, Jimin made a move to leave the kitchen, too, but not before adding one last statement.Â
âYou deserve to be happy, Y/N,â Jimin offered her a half-smile, and with a swish of his tail, he was gone.Â
âThat went remarkably well,â Yoongi broke the silence, Namjoon snorting from his spot at the breakfast nook, rolling his eyes. âThought youâd be pissed, wolf.â
âI learned my lesson the first time beating the shit out of Taehyung. Solves nothing, and Iâm not about to tell Y/N how to live her life.â
Blushing, Y/N was impressed by how much progress Namjoon had made in regards to taming his temper, sheepishly trudging back over to Yoongi. Yoongi, for the first time in weeks, looked relieved, giving Y/N a kiss on her forehead.Â
âBut⊠Seokjin, and Tae. Still have to tell them,â Y/N was embarrassed that Yoongi kissed her in front of Namjoon, but the wolf hybrid was absorbed in reading The Secret History and didnât appear to notice.Â
âNo you donât, they definitely heard,â Yoongi grimaced, Y/N flinching again. âEveryone knows now.â
Over the course of the week, everything⊠pretty much went back to normal, for the most part. Y/N refused to engage in PDA with Yoongi in front of the others, being far too shy for that, but Hoseok was back to his normal self, Jimin had forgiven her for the deception, and Namjoon and Jeongguk acted like nothing had changed at all.Â
As for Seokjin, things were a bit awkward, at first, and Y/N noticed that he wasnât as clingy anymore. Yoongi theorized it was because Seokjin didnât want to come between him and Y/N, but Y/N didnât wholly agree. When he came down for dinner on Monday night, he didnât say anything about her and Yoongi, and he said nothing when Yoongi took the jaguar hybridâs normal spot beside her.Â
Taehyung was an entirely different story. He acted indifferent, but he stared at Yoongi with so much contempt, Y/N thought the somewhat new friendship between them pretty much went up in flames. While Seokjin wasnât as clingy anymore, Taehyung stopped clinging altogether, going from his photography club to mealtimes to his bedroom. He had been avoiding Y/N all week, much to her dismay.Â
Thursday, after work, she corralled Namjoon and Jeongguk into the wolf hybridâs van to discuss the paranormal case, packet in hand. Trying to push down how weirded out she was that Seokjin and Taehyung were being so distant, she focused on the two hybrids that treated her the same as they did before walking in on her and Yoongi.Â
âSo, I told Judy that next week we can travel to the familyâs house for our first consultation. Iâll make sure it isnât on a Monday, so it doesnât conflict with the book club meeting, Joonie.â
She handed Namjoon the packet of information, his grip eager, while Jeongguk lazily lounged in the booth beside her, playing a phone game.Â
âThe Sanders family. Single mother Erika, her 13-year-old daughter Julie, and 10-year-old son Thomas,â Namjoon read off the top page of the information Judy gave her, waving cigarette smoke out of his face with annoyance. âDo you have to smoke in here?â
âSheâs blocking me in this booth, and I donât want to move,â Jeongguk replied, tapping the ash off of the cigarette into the glass ashtray Y/N had bought for him at a thrift store. âKeep going, I donât wanna be here all night.â
âThe activity started in December. Knocks on the walls, doors opening and closing on their own. The daughter reported seeing a shadow in the shape of a man in her room one night. Odd smells tend to linger in the air, seemingly coming out of nowhereâŠâÂ
âDemon,â Jeongguk commented helpfully, turning off the phone game he was playing. âSounds like a script from a movie.â
âI havenât even read it all, yet. You think everything is a goddamn demon,â Namjoon snarled, tossing the packet at Jeonggukâs face, his ear twitching in agitation. âIt seems that most of the activity is surrounding the daughter.â
âFurther proves my theory. Demons tend to prey on adolescents,â Jeongguk flipped through the packet, using a highlighter on various sentences printed out on the paper. âMaybe she was messing around with a Ouija board, or hanging out with her friends in a cemetery or something.â
âWe wonât know until we interview her,â Y/N pointed out. âI agree with Jeongguk. It Sounds like it might be a demonic haunting. Weâll have to do a cleansing of the entire property, do protection magic on each family member, and put up wards for them.â
âGood, a tentative plan,â Namjoon relented, using a legal pad to jot things down. âIâm gonna make a list of materials we might need.â
After an hour spent with the two hybrids coming up with a plan of attack, Y/N headed back into the house, hoping to catch Taehyung when he arrived back from the photography club. Her mother took him, Hoseok, and Yoongi to the rec center for their activities, and would be dropping them off any moment.Â
Hanging up her coat, she took a seat on the staircase, spotting headlights pulling up to the front of the property. Squirming in her seat, she hoped that Taehyung would allow her to talk to him, and as the front door swung open, Hoseok bolted inside, smiling brightly at Y/N and ruffling her hair, cheekily grabbing her hand to haul her to her feet. Though covered in sweat, he still looked handsome, the ends of his hair damp on his forehead.Â
âHow was it today?â Y/N let go of Hoseokâs clammy hand, the fox hybrid whistling.Â
âHard. Ran like four miles. I gotta shower, Yoongi said I reek,â Hoseok complained, though Y/N could tell he had a good time.Â
 Next though the door was Taehyung, his eyes going wide once he realized Y/N was blocking the way of both of his hiding spots. Smirking, Hoseok ditched her, skipping down the steps to the basement while whistling a tune.Â
âHey, Tae,â Y/N tried her best to act natural, Taehyungâs fist tightening on the bag containing his camera. âIâve been missing you, lately. Working hard on photos for the next expo?â
Taehyung didnât reply, shifting from foot to foot, relief washing over his face as Yoongi appeared in the foyer, dressed in his athletic wear and similarly as sweaty as Hoseok was. However, once Taehyung realized it was Yoongi, his face became screwed up with an unreadable expression.Â
âHi, baby,â Yoongi went right up to Y/N, Taehyung going stiff as he watched Yoongi plant a chaste kiss on her mouth with a devilish smirk, pulling her in for a very sweaty hug.Â
âAh! Angel, youâre all sweaty,â Y/N exclaimed, her fingertips slipping against the damp flesh of his biceps. Once Yoongi pulled Y/N into the embrace, there was enough space for Taehyung to squeak by her, and he did, bolting up the stairs like he was on fire.Â
âYou did that on purpose,â Y/N accused, eyeing Taehyungâs form disappearing into his bedroom.Â
âWhat, canât kiss my girl?â Yoongi blinked innocently, though the corner of his mouth pulled upwards gave away his mischievous intentions.Â
âGo bathe, Iâm making dinner tonight,â Y/N muttered, poking his shoulder and gesturing to the stairs.Â
âOkay, baby,â Yoongi shot her a wink, Y/Nâs mouth drying up at the sight of his arms flexing as he gripped the stairâs bannister. âTry not to burn yourself in my absence.â
Giving him the finger while his back was turned, she watched him slouch up the stairs, butterflies in her stomach.Â
The next day, Friday, Y/N had off, and she nervously checked her appearance in the mirror before she worked up the courage to meet Yoongi in the music room for her lesson. She was unsure as to why she was feeling jittery, as she swiped some berry-flavored lip balm on, she had had dozens of lessons with him, but that day, circumstances were different. Now that everyone knew that they were together, they didnât have to hide. They couldâŠ
Shaking her head, she tossed whatever dirty thought that was beginning to form aside, jerkily adjusting the elastic band of her loose fabric pants. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, making her take her attention off of her reflection.Â
Yoongi đŒđ»: coming?
Unable to put it off anymore, Y/N left her room, scampering upstairs. With mostly everyone else either outside with the animals or hanging out in Namjoonâs van, Taehyung editing photos in the downstairs office, she didnât bump into anyone on the way to the music room. Like always, she promptly shut and locked the door behind her, gritting her teeth at the sound of Yoongi snickering from across the room.Â
âYouâre always laughing at me,â Y/N griped, turning to get a good look at her leopard hybrid. He looked amazing, even though he was in simple gray sweatpants and his wine-colored henley. âI just donât want a repeat of Monday night.â
âHmm⊠I get it,â Yoongi put his hands up, using a couple of crooked fingers to beckon her to him. âThough, all things considered, everyone seems to be taking the news well.â
âYeah, except for Tae,â Y/N said. âThanks, by the way, for scaring him off yesterday. I really need to talk to him.â
âHeâll come around. I think he wants some space,â Yoongi responded, plopping down on the piano bench. âWhat do you want to learn today?â
âYouâre letting me pick?â Y/N gasped dramatically, getting comfortable beside him. âWow, youâre not trying to butter me up or something, right?â
âJust pick a song and stop being dramatic, sweetheart,â Yoongi groaned, lifting the fallboard off of the keys.Â
âUm⊠okay, howâs this?â Y/N began seriously, Yoongi reading her features with curiosity. âBellaâs Lullaby.â
âOh, come on,â Yoongi lightly shoved her by her shoulder, Y/N giggling like a maniac. âI said be serious!â
âIf you donât want to teach me, I could just Google the score,â Y/N sassed, a frown growing on his face.
âDonât be a brat,â Yoongi snapped, grabbing Y/Nâs phone from her and tossing it on the chair across the room. âIf thatâs what you want to learn, Iâll teach you.â
Y/N was busy trying to get her stomach to stop from flipping over when he called her a brat, praying he didnât notice her thighs involuntarily pressing together. Grumbling, Yoongi started to scribble notes on blank sheet music, his tail mindlessly curling around her hips. Y/N took her time studying him while he worked, his hair falling into his face and his lower lip tucked between his teeth.
 Continuing her visual perusal of her leopard hybrid, her eyes dropped lower, skimming the elegant column of his neck, the shiny chain clasped around it, lowering her gaze even further to gawk at the way his shirt hugged his biceps. Licking her lips, she focused back on the sheet music, watching the way he gripped the pen, his other hand, she realized, gripping her knee gently. Yoongiâs hands were beautiful; pale, veiny, and strong. Without thinking, she began to trace the veins with her fingertips, Yoongi purring in response.Â
âYou have pretty hands,â Y/N complimented, fiddling with his index finger as Yoongi shook his head with a smile.Â
âThank you, baby,â Yoongi squeezed her knee, Y/N humiliated that such a simple action sent an electric shock of arousal through her. This time, Y/N was positive Yoongi could tell she was turned on, subtly sniffing the air and eyes darkening a shade. âThatâs all?â
âWhat do you mean?â Y/N shivered at the sound of Yoongiâs deep voice, flames licking her cheek as she felt Yoongiâs hand slide upwards a few inches on her thigh.Â
âNevermind, then,â Yoongiâs tone turned teasing, withdrawing his hand from her thigh, rolling his wrists to warm them up. âI have the first few bars. Iâll have to look up the rest later.â
âStop teasing me,â Y/N ignored the sheet music he placed on the piano, squirming on the bench. âYoongi.â
Going still, Yoongi cocked his head at her, ears flattening to his skull as she swung one leg over to straddle the bench, fully facing him now. His sight dropped down, the sound of his purring cutting off as Y/N hoped he got the hint. She was tired of waiting, she wanted him now.Â
âBaby,â Yoongi cooed softly, almost in warning, setting his pen down and leveling a charged stare directly in her eyes. âWhat do you want?â
âWant you,â Y/N answered immediately, without hesitation. âDonât wanna wait anymore.â
âYeah?â Yoongiâs gaze turned sharp, feline. âBut you were being so patient.â
The leopard hybridâs touch returned, both of his hands settling on her thighs heavily, Y/Nâs breathing beginning to come out in short pants. It was pathetic, truthfully, how quickly she was dissolving into pure want, but she didnât care, not when he was looking at her like that.Â
âMy patience has run out,â Y/N hardly knew what they were talking about anymore, tugging Yoongi closer by the collar of his shirt. âI want you.â
Growling, Yoongiâs mouth was on herâs in a heartbeat, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as she wound her fingers into his hair, using the locks as an anchor to prevent him from pulling away. Not wasting any time, Yoongi tilted his head, his lips parting, Y/N mirroring the action to deepen the kiss urgently. Whimpering when she felt his tongue slide against hers, she drank in his taste; sweet from the tangerines he had with his lunch. Tongue sweeping over her gums, exploring, Y/N pressed her chest into his, desperate to be as close as possible. Before long, Yoongi pulled away, Y/N gasping for breath as one of his hands traveled to her lower back, making her spine arch in his grasp.Â
âYou drive me fucking crazy,â Yoongi grunted, hand on her thigh rubbing up and down the length of it. âWant you, too.â
Mewling into his mouth when he dove back in, her flesh tingled where his fingertips were crawling up the back of her shirt, seeking. She was swelteringly hot and freezing cold at the same time, trying to keep up with the way Yoongi was kissing her so thoroughly. By now, she could feel her underwear starting to stick to her, Yoongi no doubt being able to tell, judging by the way he was groaning against her lips.Â
Accidentally, her grip on his hair slipped when he moved to attack her throat with equally passionate kisses and nips, grabbing onto one of his ears. Yoongi hissed against her skin, biting down particularly hard on her collarbone but not breaking the skin. Crying out, she tugged on his ear again in response, Yoongi moaning into the crook of her neck, his heart pounding so fast Y/N could feel it against her chest. So hybrid ears were sensitive, she thought distantly, using her thumb and forefinger to rub a few circles against the silky fur. Meanwhile, Yoongi was busy sucking a bruise into the base of her throat, Y/Nâs thighs clenching around the bench, and she wondered if she had already soaked through her panties and her pants.Â
Abruptly, Yoongi pulled away, a feral look in his eyes as Y/Nâs grip was lost on his ears, her hands reaching to tangle into the fabric of his shirt before her wrists were gathered in one fist, Yoongi lifting them in the air. Confused, she whimpered in protest, wanting to touch him, but Yoongi caught her by surprise by reaching for the hem of her sweater, peeling it upwards quickly and tossing the garment across the room as soon as it was off of her.Â
âYoongi!â Y/N squealed, the leopard hybrid ignoring her as he let go of her wrists, mercifully, her eyes and head rolling backwards at the sensation of Yoongiâs mouth back on her, this time, his attention on the other side of her neck and his hands settling on the small of her naked waist. âOh.â
Sighing, her eyes slipped shut, unable to prevent the whines of his name coming out of her mouth steadily, weakly gripping his shoulders to keep her tethered to earth. Dragging his tongue along the dip of her collarbone, beside the choker she was wearing, he purred, nipping her once before straightening up. Getting a good handful of her hair, Yoongi angled Y/Nâs face back to him, sucking her lower lip into his mouth.Â
âSo beautiful,â Yoongi murmured in between kisses, a few of his fingers tracking the band of her bra, Y/N gasping when she felt them slide under the fabric. âNeed youâŠâ
âPlease, Yoongi,â Y/N could hardly recognize her own voice, sounding so wrecked already.
âWhat is it?â Yoongi asked darkly, plucking up one of her bra straps and letting it smack against her skin when he released it.Â
âTouch me,â Y/N begged, nearly ready to pin him to the ground out of frustration.Â
Grunting sharply, Yoongi finally snapped, both hands joining each other behind her back, pulling the clasp of her bra free and chucking it to the side without a thought. Normally, in that position, Y/N often grew shy, but there was no room for that when it was Yoongi looking at her like that. Eyes sweeping over her torso, Yoongiâs fingertips traced the sides of her waist with reverence, Y/Nâs chest heaving in anticipation.Â
Experimentally, his touch migrated across her ribcage, right under the curve of her breasts. Pausing, Yoongi glanced up at Y/N, her lip sucked into her mouth and eyebrows pulled together, he watched, transfixed, delight taking over her expression when his thumbs brushed over her nipples.Â
âFuck,â she whined, arching even more into his touch, her fingernails cutting into the skin of Yoongiâs shoulders even through the fabric of her shirt. Encouraged by her reaction, he pinched one of the buds, growling when she began to tremble and moan his name desperately.Â
âSensitive, baby?â Yoongi hummed, the scent of her arousal starting to make him delirious with lust. Before Y/N could reply, however, Yoongi surged forward, pressing kisses across her chest, and when his lips wrapped around one of her nipples, Yoongi swore she was nearly weeping beneath him.Â
âYoongi, ohââ She managed to grind out, Yoongi flicking the nipple that wasnât tucked between his lips, loving how responsive she was to his touch. âOh my god.â
Before he could have too much fun, however, Y/N was yanking him up by his shirt, her eyes wild and lidded.Â
âYou too,â she panted, tugging on the material of his henley, Yoongi busy admiring the marks he had left all over her throat and chest. Distractedly, he reached behind him, yanking his shirt off and letting it drop to the floor.Â
Like he had with her, Y/N soaked in every inch of his chest, automatically tracking her hands all over his skin, the muscles of his stomach clenching at the chill of her fingers. Mouth watering at the sight of him, in just sweatpants and his silver chain, Y/N hooked a finger around the necklace and pulled Yoongi in for another searing kiss.Â
Y/N moaned at the sensation of their bare chests pressed together, Yoongi sucking on her tongue, and she was now positive she had soaked through her pants. Moaning again, this time in protest, considering Yoongi was getting off the bench and pulling away from her. Mouth dropped open to ask where he was going, she squeaked when he dropped to his knees in front of her, forcefully moving her leg so she was sitting on the bench properly, the leopard hybrid sitting between her parted knees. Attempting to close them, Yoongi shot her a warning look before pushing them apart again.Â
âYouâre so perfect,â Yoongi sighed, hands once again on her thighs as he trailed kisses down her sternum, stopping for a moment to lave over one of her nipples. He was painfully hard at that point, her endless string of mewls and moans making his head spin. âBeing so good for me.â
He continued his path down her body, stamping open-mouthed kisses over the soft swell of her stomach, her hip bones, Y/Nâs hips involuntarily twitching as his hair started to tickle the skin around her most sensitive areas. One hand keeping her still by gripping her hip, Yoongi teasingly dipped his fingertips into the waistband of her paints, Y/N imploring him to do something with dollike eyes.Â
Daring to look between her legs, Yoongi purred in surprise, realizing she had soaked straight through her pale blue cotton pants, the material a darker blue, clinging to her center.Â
âAngel,â Y/N whined, a note of embarrassment coloring her sweet voice, her hips bucking upwards as his fingers slid further past the waistband.Â
âWant me to touch you?â Yoongi didnât know who he was becoming, but his voice sounded dark and wicked. He could soak in that moment forever, and heâd be a happy man.Â
Nodding furiously, Y/N looked torn between bashful and eager, a pretty layer of sweat coating her skin under the candlelight of the room. Behind her, somehow in the frenzy, the fallboard of the piano was put back in place, Y/Nâs elbows braced on the wood. Somehow, the image of his lover, pliant and waiting for him, leaning against the very instrument that they had spent many afternoons playing together, was almost too much to bear. It was that image, one that he wanted burned into his eyelids, that had him springing into action.Â
âHips up,â he ordered, Y/Nâs knees shaking as she did what she was told, Yoongi pulling her pants from her body and using a firm hand to have her settle back on the bench. Left in just a pair of white lacy panties that matched the bra she was once wearing, Yoongi wondered if she had planned for this to happen.Â
Now that her pants were off, the scent of her arousal was nearly enough to knock him out. Sitting there in just her panties, that were so damp with her juices they were see-through, Y/N tried to close her legs again and rub, Yoongi lightly tapping her thigh with a growl.Â
Thighs shaking, Y/N hissed sharply when Yoongi sunk his teeth into the meat of her thigh, sucking a deep bruise into it, feeling his tail thrash behind him and his boxers becoming unbearably tight. Taking deep breaths through his nose, trying to drink in the scent of her as much as he could, Y/N was begging above himâ please, please, please.Â
âWant me to touch you here?â Yoongiâs eyes flicked up to hers, his fingers ghosting along the lace just above her folds, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat coming off of her core. âWant me to kiss you here? Make you feel good?â
âOh, please, baby,â Y/Nâs voice was strained, scratchy, and there were tears gathering at her waterline out of pure frustration. âN-need you so badâ ah!â
Her watery eyes paired with the begging were enough for Yoongi to stop toying with her, his hand finally cupping her through soaked lace, cunt pulsing against his palm immediately. Hands flying into his hair, Y/N gasped, so far past the point of being so embarrassingly desperate she let her head fall back against the piano.Â
âFucking soaked,â Yoongi remarked in awe, using his middle finger to trace a line over the center of her panties, more wetness seeping into the fabric. âYou must have thought about this, huh? Me touching you like this?â
Y/Nâs hips canted upwards into Yoongiâs hand, chasing more pressure, more pleasure, egged on by Yoongiâs filthy mouth. The heel of his palm pressed into her clit, her toes curling and a wail leaving her swollen lips, the grip she had in his hair stinging his scalp. Without a word, Yoongi pushed the gusset of her panties to the side, not bothering to take them off, the scent of her smacking him square in the face. She was dripping by now, thighs soaked, Yoongi unable to believe how wet he had gotten her, and he was just getting started.Â
Holding her breath, Y/N stared at ravenous Yoongiâs face between her legs, yelping when he pulled one of her thighs over his shoulder, and before she could process that, Yoongi licked a long, torturously slow stripe up the entirety of her pussy, moaning at the taste of her.Â
Y/Nâs spirit left her body at that moment. Spine arching sharply, she cried out at the sudden onslaught of his tongue on her, cheeks burning. A strong hand pressed to her lower stomach, the other holding her panties to the side, Yoongi used a thumb to swipe over her clit, feeling more of her wetness seep onto his tongue. Y/Nâs cries of pleasure grew in volume, prettier than any song he ever heard, dipping his tongue into her spasming entrance, her hips pressing into his face with force.Â
âTaste so fucking good, baby,â Yoongi mumbled against her core, though Y/N barely heard him through the noises he was pulling from her. He was disgustingly good at what he was doing, alternating between licking through her folds and brushing his lips over her clit, Y/N somehow already close. âMine.â
âO-oh, yourâs,â Y/N agreed, Yoongi satisfied with that reply, simultaneously wrapping his lips around her clit, sucking, and sliding his middle finger into her entrance, her hips jerking into his face with a shriek.Â
âTight little pussy,â Yoongi hummed, curling his finger just so to have spots blacking out Y/Nâs vision, marveling at how tightly her cunt wrapped around his finger, squeezing. âFuck, baby.â
âA-Ah! Yoongi, I, I,â Y/N was shaking, sweaty, and looking positively ruined, a choked whimper cutting her off when Yoongi added another finger to the mix, her wetness slipping down his wrist, at that point. âClose!â
Humming again, this time with his lips wrapped around her clit, he sped up the fingers fucking into her heat, his other hand pressing down hard on her lower stomach, determined to make her explode. Babbling incoherently, Y/N shakily laced her fingers with Yoongiâs splayed on her abdomen, the squelching sounds of Yoongiâs fingers pistoning in and out of her making the tips of her ears burn.Â
âCome on, my love, cum for me, wonât you?â Yoongi purred, Y/Nâs vision going white when his lips returned to her little bundle of nerves, sucking hard, his fingers curling viciously against her G-spot. With that, she came with his name ripping from her hoarse throat, Yoongi swearing as she clamped down on him like a vice, her body contorting and writhing on the piano bench. âThatâs my good girl, shit, you made such a mess.â
Yoongi worked her through her orgasm, gaping at how her wetness had dripped over the bench, covered his chest, and even made a small puddle on the hardwood floor. When a pained whimper left her mouth, oversensitive, Yoongi pulled his fingers from her pussy, giving her mound a soft kiss, soothingly rubbing one his palms over her quaking thigh, popping his soaked digits into his mouth.Â
âOh,â Y/N tried to catch her breath, face flushed, âMy god.â
âGood?â Yoongi smirked, rising from his knees and planting a kiss on her sweaty forehead. âYou did so well, sweetheart, love you so much.â
Preening at the praise, she dragged him close by his neck, feeling how feverish his skin was while she tasted herself on his lips. Position a tad awkward, Y/N got to her feet by using Yoongiâs chest for balance, hands slipping over the combination of his sweat and her juices that spilled onto his skin.Â
âWe donât have to do anything else, that was a lot,â Yoongi murmured against her lips, arm around her waist as he tucked hair behind her ear. Instantly, Y/N frowned, gazing down at the very obvious tent in his pants.Â
Without a word, she snatched up the leopard hybridâs wrist, dragging him to the leather loveseat, Yoongi making startled noises as she shoved him onto it, cheeks flushed and lips glistening with saliva and cum. Then, it was Y/Nâs turn to drop to her knees, Yoongi stuttering out a swear as she bit his collarbone, hands dragging heavily down his toned chest.Â
âMy turn to make you feel good,â she whispered against his skin, Yoongi gathering up her hair and placing it over one of her shoulders.Â
Teasingly, she ran a fingertip over the little trail of hair leading into the waistband of his sweats, Yoongi releasing a breathy sigh while she mouthed along his neck.Â
âBaby,â Yoongi stiffened at the sensation of her tits pressing against his chest, groaning. She took him completely by surprise by dipping her hand into his sweats, hand wrapping around his cock through his boxers. âFuck!â
âBig,â Y/N commented, in awe, experimentally tracing the length of him through his boxers, smirking at the wet patch by his tip. âWant you in my mouth.â
âHolyââ Yoongiâs eyes rolled back, not expecting his sweet little girl to have such dirty thoughts about him. Grumbling at the barrier between her and his cock, Y/N shucked off his sweats, taking his boxers with them.Â
âWow,â Y/N breathed, watching his cock spring up and hit his lower abdomen, and Y/N swore she had never seen one so pretty. Chest heaving, Yoongi was staring at her with utter shock, gripping the couch with whitened knuckles.Â
Without hesitating, she wrapped her hand around the base of him, a groan coming from the leopard hybrid, Y/N watching with rapt interest as precum leaked from his tip, swiping her finger through it and licking it off of the digit, Yoongi letting out a tortured moan. Humming at the taste of him, she wanted more, maintaining eye-contact with him as she brought him to her mouth, licking a similar, slow, long stripe up the underside of his cock, much like he had done when he was eating her pussy.Â
âLittle tease,â Yoongi accused, his chest growing pinker by the moment, long hair sticking to his neck. Wanting him to eat his words, Y/N moved quickly, suckling the reddened tip of his cock into her mouth. âY/Nâ!
Yoongi, again, gathered her hair in a fist, wrapping it around his wrist, his eyes slipping shut. Addicted to the sounds he was making and the look on his face, Y/N released him from his mouth, and in a moment of pure confidence, spat on his cock for more lubrication. Yoongi, swearing under his breath, writhed on the couch, Y/N having mercy on him and angling him back into her mouth, taking him deeper this time. Swirling her tongue around his tip, Yoongi moaning and pulling at her hair, she stroked what she couldnât fit in her mouth with a free hand.Â
âWhat the fuckâ hngh, sweetheart,â Yoongi managed between pants, eyebrows pulled together in pleasure. âWho knew you could be so naughty? Fuck, wanna fuck your mouth so bad.â
Y/N wanted that too, giving him her best pleading look, Yoongi pushing a hand through his hair with a humorless chuckle.Â
âYouâre fucking unbelievable, my perfect girl,â Yoongi thrusted his hips upwards, Y/N gagging slightly as he hit the back of her throat with the tip of his cock, holding her head in place by her hair as he fucked into her. âLetting me do all these things to youâŠâ
Y/N could already feel her thighs getting slicked up again, thanks to the filth flying from her loverâs mouth, resisting the urge to touch herself to the show he was giving her. After one particularly deep thrust, Y/N purposefully swallowing around him, eyes watering, Yoongi tore himself from her throat, panting wildly.Â
Finding herself hauled up onto the couch by her wrists, Yoongi tore her panties off, the material actually ripping under the force, Yoongi kissing the wind out of her, his hands everywhere. Shuddering with him on top of her, slotted between her legs, Y/N began to ache, winded from his cock down her throat and how he was working his tongue against hers.Â
âWant to be inside you when I cum,â Yoongi growled into her ear, Y/N digging her nails into his back as she clung to him for dear life. âAre youâŠâ
Sobering for a moment, Y/N realized what he was getting at, softening and pecking his lips gently.Â
âI have an IUD,â she told him, and once she did, he dropped back into his intense lust, kissing her deeply. Pressed together so tightly, Y/N didnât know where her body ended and Yoongiâs began. âPlease, Yoongi.â
Using a hand to brace his weight on the armrest above Y/N, she watched him grip the base of his cock, Y/N whimpering brokenly when he dragged the thick head through her folds, catching on her clit. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, mouth dropping open when he repeated the action three more times, her arousal clinging to his length.Â
âFuck me,â Y/N begged when he brushed against her clit the fifth time, so crammed full of want it was starting to physically hurt. âPlease, baby, I need you.â
Yoongi stiffened, catching the tear rolling down her cheek, deciding to stop teasing her, for now. Besides, if he held off any longer, he was worried his dick would fall off. Positioning himself, he lowered down to an elbow, caging her in, lips finding her as he pushed in, slowly at first.Â
Y/N keened into his mouth, biting down on the flesh of his lower lip, Yoongi breathing heavily at the sensation of her walls desperately trying to squeeze down on him. He went slow, not wanting to hurt her, but she took inch by inch in stride, sloppily kissing him back. Once his hips were flush with her, Y/N feeling herself frantically fluttering around his cock, she whined, long and reedy reaching up to grasp on Yoongiâs necklace.Â
âSo tight,â Yoongi snarled through gritted teeth, taking everything in him to not pound her into the couch with the way she was clenching down on him, and the wrecked look on her beautiful face.Â
âY-yoongi,â Y/N felt him brush away the tear that had tracked down her cheek. âMove, please move!â
Pulling out until there was only about an inch of him still inside her, Yoongi rolled his hips forward, setting a slow, but hard pace to start, Y/N clawing at his back every time her body jerked back due to the force of the thrusts. She was moaning his name again, and Yoongi didnât think heâd ever tire of that sound, burying his face into her neck and giving her yet another bruising bite.Â
âSo fucking perfect, love you so much,â Yoongi was out of his mind, surrounded by the scent of her, and regretfully, he knew he wasnât going to last as long as he wanted to. In the back of his mind, however, he didnât careâ there would be plenty of other times he could draw out their pleasure. âTaking me so well⊠made for me. Youâre mine. Fuck, youâre so wet.â
Yoongi couldnât help himself, with the sounds she was making and the stinging sensation of her fingernails marking up his back, he sped up the pace, rutting into her with abandon. With the quicker pace, Y/N could hardly breathe, every cell in her body alight with pleasure, and it wasnât long before she felt a second orgasm building low in her abdomen.Â
âY-yoongi, youâre gonnaâ ah! Youâre gonna m-make me cum again,â Y/N wailed brokenly, the leopard hybrid sitting up somewhat while still drilling into her, grasping either of her calves so he could fold her in half, ankles over his shoulders. The new angle had both of them moaning loudly, Y/N feeling him so deeply it was like he was in her throat again. âOhhh my god, fuck!âÂ
Yoongi was determined to get her off again, watching her face screw up in intense pleasure, affection and possession coming over him all of a sudden, turning his face slightly to kiss one of her ankles gently. Hand snaking down her sweaty body, his thumb found her clit again, easily slicking it up and rubbing firm circles around the bundle, Y/N actually screaming at the sensation.Â
âGonna cum, love?â Yoongi egged her on, his balls tightening as he raced towards his own finish. âCome on, you can do it. Let go, baby.â
Capturing one of her nipples between his teeth, that was all it took, Y/N coming even harder than she did previously, clamping down on his cock so tightly he gasped, feeling her pussy drench his length. She had her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, convulsing in his arms. It was undoubtedly the sexiest thing he had ever seen, his cock throbbing inside of her as he slowed the pace of his thrusts a bit, the hand that was working her over coming up to rest over her throat. He didnât squeeze, but the weight of it prolonged Y/Nâs orgasm, tears spilling over her cheeks uncontrollably.Â
âThatâs it, take it,â Yoongi cooed, his hips stuttering as he found himself getting close. âFuck, gonna fill you up.â
Remarkably, he felt her cunt clench around him again, Y/Nâs eyes going wide at the thought of him cumming inside of her. Yoongi bit his lip, kissing her sloppily once more, his thrusts becoming irregular in their beat.Â
âOoh, you liked that, huh? Want my cum?â Yoongiâs voice was so gravelly, Y/N shuddered at the sound of it nodding, she reached for his hair, and before he could stop her, Y/Nâs fingertips pressed firmly into the base of his ear. âOh, f-fuckâŠâ
Yoongi went still, pushing himself inside of her as far as he could go, dropping his face into Y/Nâs neck as he came, spurt after spurt warming Y/Nâs insides, whimpering weakly at the foreign sensation, and perhaps enjoying it a little too much. Y/N was shocked at the sheer volume of it, her pussy a bit battered and tender. For a moment, all they did was catch their breaths, Yoongi collapsed heavily on top of her, Y/N weakly stroking through his damp hair, inhaling the smell of his cologne. Still tucked into her neck, Yoongi was purring with content, giving the skin tiny, tender kisses.Â
âI love you,â Y/N was the first to speak, realizing she hadnât said it back to him in quite some time, soothingly running her hands down his back, over the raised scratch marks she had given him. âI think you broke me, though.â
Yoongi chuckled tiredly into her skin, lifting his head so he could peck her cheek.Â
âYouâll be alright,â Yoongi insisted, his face flushed as if he was flustered. âI love you, too.â
Cock softening inside of her, Y/N winced as Yoongi carefully pulled out, giving her sides gentle, reassuring squeezes. Squeaking at the sudden overstimulation of Yoongiâs fingers inside of her, she grabbed his wrist, not ready yet for another round. Yoongi halted, raising an eyebrow, Y/N opening her mouthâ to find it effectively shut, Yoongiâs cum-coated fingers shoved inside. Bewildered, she tasted the combination of their releases on her tongue, Yoongi smirking down at her.Â
âMmphââ
âWhat? I thought you said you wanted my cum?â Yoongi teased, a wicked gleam to his hazel eyes. âWe should get you cleaned up, though.â
Once Y/N sucked his fingers clean, he pulled them from her mouth, sealing it with a kiss to her upper lip.Â
âCanât move,â Y/N complained, feeling boneless. âWhat about the others? Itâs not like I can stroll out of here looking like this.â
âIâll check to make sure no oneâs up here. You can throw on my boxers and shirt, and Iâll carry you to my room, you can shower in my bathroom,â Yoongi helped Y/N sit up, dressing her like a paper doll in his henley, and helping her shimmy into his boxers, Y/N grimacing at the sloppiness between her legs.Â
After he pulled his sweats back on, Y/N watched him head to the door, unlocking it and peeking his head outside, ears alert as he listened for any of the others. Y/N took the opportunity to ogle his bare back, the pale, perfect skin marred with red scrapes.Â
Yoongi made his way back to her after a moment, collecting Y/N in his arms and carrying her like a baby koala out of the music room, apparently no one else was upstairs, and he deemed it safe to walk around in their post-sex apparel. Gently, he set Y/N down on her unstable feet, her eyes suddenly going wide with horror when she remembered something important.Â
âWait, didnât you say I made a mess? Shouldnât I clean that up before someone sees?â Y/N panicked, Yoongiâs eyes scrunching up as he laughed at her, covering his mouth.Â
âYeah, thereâs a puddle on the floor,â Yoongi told her, Y/N blanching in mortification. âDonât worry about it, sweetheart. Iâll clean it up after we shower. No one goes in there but us, and Taehyungâs been locked up in the office all day.â
âI-if youâre sure,â Y/N mumbled, still humiliated. Yoongi simply shook his head, leading her into his en-suite, with their hands tangled together, turning on the shower tap.Â
She let him strip her again, but this time it felt sweet and domestic, holding her hand as he helped her into the shower, Y/N sighing at the hot water sliding down her back. He was quick to follow, letting her hold onto his shoulders as he used a soft, fresh face cloth to mop up the mess they had made between her thighs. Once that was squared away, Yoongi lathered up his loofah with body wash, both taking turns washing each otherâs skin, Yoongi even washing Y/Nâs hair for her with his spiced vanilla shampoo. Y/N felt like she was glowing, floating, dreaming. She had never felt so cherished in her life, Yoongi gently combing conditioner through her hair, both of them wrapped up in comfortable silence.Â
After the shower, Y/N giggled when the leopard hybrid bundled her up in a fluffy towel, picking out a pair of his sweatpants and a cozy tee-shirt for her to put on. Once he was dressed, he left the bathroom with a few cleaning supplies to take care of the⊠mess, Y/N using his hair dryer in the meantime. Her eyelids felt heavy, fatigue taking over after Yoongi pretty much fucked her brains out, waiting for him on the end of his bed. He returned shortly thereafter with a trash bag, shooting her a wink.Â
âWanna take a nap? You look beat,â Yoongi peeled his comforter back, motioning for Y/N to crawl into his bed.Â
âAfter all of that? Of course I look beat,â Y/N retorted, though crawling across the bed anyways and getting cozy. There was no way she was missing out on that opportunity. âCome here, take a nap with me till dinner.â
Snorting at her grabby hands, Yoongi shuffled around the bed, collapsing on his back and dragging Y/N close so she could rest her head on his steadily-purring chest. Completely content at that moment, Y/N traced shapes over Yoongiâs chest, his arms around her securely.Â
âSo, hybrid ears are really sensitive,â Y/N teased, Yoongi pinching her hip in response. âDuly noted.â
âGo to sleep,â Yoongi grumbled, Y/N laughing freely into his chest, but obediently closing her eyes.Â
âLove you,â Y/N reminded him, cozy under his big comforter and in his strong arms.Â
âMm, too,â Yoongi replied, though it sounded like he was already half-asleep. Grinning to herself, she nuzzled into his chest, falling into a similarly peaceful sleep.Â
If her other hybrids knew anything about what had gone down between her and Yoongi, none of them said a word about it, even when Y/N winced in the mirror at the colorful bites decorating her neck. Dinner was pretty normal, even when Y/N showed up dressed in Yoongiâs clothes, probably smelling like him overwhelmingly so.Â
The next day, she had a bunch of running around to do, dropping Yoongi and Hoseok off at the rec center for morning practice, picking up groceries by herself, and standing in the DMV for two hours waiting to fill out applications for Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi to get their driverâs licenses. By the time she made it back from the city after picking Yoongi and Hoseok up, it was already evening, the sun disappearing behind the house.Â
While the two hybrids who had practice left her at the door to wash up, she cocked her head, hearing loud, jazzy music coming from the parlor. Curiosity taking over her, she headed in that direction. The fire was blazing, and Y/N stopped short when she assessed the scene in front of her: Youtube was playing jazz music videos on the flatscreen, the couch was messy like someone had been laying on it all day, and there was a half-drunk bottle of gin on the table with an empty tumbler. Y/N bought that gin the previous day, which made her nervous to see who had plowed through half of it.Â
Right on cue, someone stumbled in from the entrance to the kitchen, tread clumsy and heavy. Whipping her head around, she saw Taehyung, pink in the face, dressed messily in a hoodie and sweats, drunker than he had ever been.Â
âOh, youâre back,â Taehyung noticed her standing there in shock, his eyes half-shut and his speech slurred. âNice. Listening to music.â
âJesus Christ, Tae,â Y/N lurched forward to catch him before he stumbled over a pillow strewn onto the floor. âYouâre not a big drinker, whatâs going on?â
âNothing. Wanted a drink,â Taehyung yanked his forearm from her grasp, pouring gin straight into the tumbler and downing a shot. Hissing, Y/N grabbed the bottle, stashing it on the bar cart with her hands on her hips. âWasnâ done, Y/N.â
Taehyung complained, frowning deeply at her. Cringing at the loud saxophone coming from behind her, she used the remote to turn the volume down, turning around to see Taehyung stalking towards her.Â
âYouâre ready to talk to me now that youâre shitfaced?â Y/N asked, peeved that he let himself get to that state, and even more peeved that he was giving her the silent treatment.Â
A shadow crossed over Taehyungâs face, Y/N realizing he was backing her up against the wall, a palm coming to settle on the drywall beside her face. Gulping, the strong scent of botanical gin washing over her as Taehyung got in her face, she blinked at him nervously, not used to the ticked-off look he was giving her.Â
âWhatâs there to talk about, Y/N?â Taehyung responded, sounding a touch more sober now.Â
âWhy are you so angry?â Y/N breathed, Taehyungâs eyes flickering down to her mouth, a thumb coming up to pull down on her lower lip. Heart going positively still in her chest, she felt panic flood through her, not wanting anything like that happening between them while he was in such a state. However, she couldnât move a muscle when he neared closer to her mouth, but a breath away.
âTae, youâre drunkââ
Y/N heard stomping coming into the room, and she saw a familiar hand wrapped around Taehyungâs arm, forcefully pulling him away from Y/Nâs space. Yoongi, his hair dripping wet, was standing there with his jaw tense. Taehyung blinked, realization dawned on him, and without another word, he stormed out of the room. Â
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Title: Plus Baby Makes Three {One-Shot}**
Title: Plus Baby Makes Three {One-Shot} **
Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader
Words: 5.8k
Warning: Mild Angst, Fluff, Fun & Games, NSFW, Mild Breeding Kink, Preggo talk, Preggo Prank, Preggo Fic, Crude Language, Dirty Talk
Summary: It was supposed to be a retaliation prank. A simple, easy prank to get back at Lewis for the one heâd pulled on you months before. You didnât expect it to turn out like this.
As always, thank you for reading.
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Your entire relationship with Lewis had been a never-ending frat party. You enjoyed the same pastimes, including video games, nature, traveling, and pranks.
Hell, your relationship had started on a prank you'd done to your friends pretending to be in the middle of getting it in when they walked in. Everyone's reactions were the same "finally". You both were speechless as they all confessed they knew it was a matter of time before you saw the sparks and finally did something about it.
After admitting it was all a prank you were alone later that night when your first kiss happened. That torpedoed into your first night together. Hence beginning a beautiful, fun, and stress-free relationship
Now 3 years later, things were still going strong. You pranked each other often, a few of those pranks playing out through social media.
Everyone loved your relationship even the diehard Lewis thirsters who wanted him for themselves. They saw how happy he was with you and how unproblematic you were and fell in line to support you.
It had been a while since you pranked him and you could tell he'd lowered his guard. Youâd spent weeks laying the groundwork. Weeks dropping hints and playing up faux symptoms and your period symptoms just to make this an easy sell.
You decided this would be a perfect thing to record so set up your filming equipment that you used for your gaming streams and makeup vlogs then got yourself ready.
"You are evil for this."
Snorting, you dropped onto your back and cackled.
"Itâs not that bad."
"Not that bad? Y/N he is going to flip. I just donât know what, a table or himself."
You laughed some more. Your best friend, Zoe was right. It was really 50/50 how this would go. You suspected it would be on the flipping-a-table side though. You hesitated momentarily, wondering if you should reformulate and try again. However, within seconds you committed.
You attached the ultrasound picture that you'd gotten from a lesser-known pregnancy website and edited with an arrow pointing to the blip of an embryo. Youâd inserted a few words onto the picture.
"Little Hamilton says hello and canât wait to meet you guys".
After scanning the picture again for typos and to make sure it all looked good, you started on your caption.
"What are you going to write?"
"Short and sweet right? Anything extra will be suspicious. Let's see. Ummm...ooh I know."
You began and read it aloud as you typed.
"I wanted you guys to find out at the same time as @lewishamilton. Omgg guys đ„ș. I am so excited.đ€ Thank you @lewishamilton for this incredible gift. I love you more than words can say and am so happy and honored to be on this journey with you. Can't wait to meet you baby Hamilton. You are already loved so much.â€ïžđ€°đœđ¶đœđŒ #babyhamilton2024 #surprisewerepregnant #bunintheoven
#babybyhamilton
#heshotupmyclub
#sunsoutbutthisbunisstillcooking #filledwithlove #coming2024
"Oh my god. The world is going to lose their shit," Zoe said.
"The world? He's gonna lose his shit. And---posted."
You turned your notification sound all the way up then placed your phone beside you and picked up the TV remote.
"Ready? Letâs see how far we get."
You pressed play on the movie you guys had selected on Prime and settled in. Before the movie had even gotten past the black screen, your notifications went blaring one after the other at rapid fire.
"Holy shit, your bestie squealed.
By the time the opening credits showed up, your phone began chiming with texts.
"Oh my god, barely 2 minutes. Is it Lewis?"
You looked while being very careful not to go into the messages. You wanted to play this very calm, cool, and collected. Sure enough, there was Lewis' name with the circled number indicating how many unread messages remained, increasing with each second.
"Oh my god. He is flipping out I bet."
You put it down and cackled. It was no use playing the movie because with the rapid-fire sounds from your phone, it would be impossible to pay attention. You didnât click into Lewis' messages and instead read what showed up in the preview.
MSG Lewis: Why arenât you answering your texts? Baby? You just posted that no way you walked away from your phone. Are you okay?
You snorted then went into IG to look at your post. It already was well into the hundred thousands of likes. The 4th comment, Lewis', had you pinching your lips.
"@y/nthaunicorn what?! This isnât the kind of thing you post on social before telling me.
You giggled and continued reading the comments replying to him with congratulations and youâre going to be an amazing dad. The number of #mercedesbaby and #babygoatcoming hashtags only made you roll more.
The man was going to learn today that his last prank was too far. He'd canceled your appointment with your OBGYN and had one of your friends pretend to be you to make your appointment as a pre-pregnancy appointment with the intention to conceive.
Lo' and behold, when youâd gone to the appointment you were confused why your doctor was going over your estrogen and progesterone levels and checking the placement of your uterus. When she mentioned that you were in good health and should have no problems conceiving, you nearly passed out.
You tried to tell her you had no intentions of planning a pregnancy but she took it as you getting cold feet to which she then spent a lot of time trying to soothe your âfearsâ. When you went home with prenatal vitamins and a calendar on your best days for conception Lewis played along saying he was on board if you really wanted a baby.
He was so supportive about it that he freaked you out. He kept the ruse going so long that while you made love that night his whole dirty talk was about putting a baby in you. It was a slight turn on which shocked you because babies werenât a topic you'd spent a lot of time talking about. For the most part, it took you off guard.
The following morning over breakfast was when he came clean. The way he cackled and ran around the house clearly pleased with himself was so over the top that you silently vowed revenge. You would make him rue the day.
Today was his retribution.
Your phone rang and Lewis' name appeared on your screen. You chortled and stared at the camera as it rang out. The man it feels good to be a gangster sound played in your head while your face evilly smirked. Seconds later, a message from him came in.
MSG Lewis: Why arenât you answering your phone?
MSG Lewis: Are you okay?
MSG Lewis: Is this real? Are you being for real?
MSG Lewis: Did your IG get hacked?
MSG Lewis: Y/N!
Another call came in and again it was him. Zoe laughed loudly as she wiggled her legs in the air.
"He is losing his shit!â
MSG Lewis: Y/N. Jesus Christ. You're killing me. Pick up the phone baby.
You snorted. He was realizing assertiveness was not going to win. Now he was trying sugar.
MSG Lewis: Sweetheart. Are you pregnant? Is that why you've been sick lately?
MSG Lewis: Why you've been feeling so bloated?
MSG Lewis: Your boobs!đź Oh shit. Why arenât you answering?đ„Ž
His texts came in one after the other each one more and more panicked. You just sat back and let him make his descent.
Placing another guac and salsa dipped chip into your mouth, you read the previews of his messages.
MSG Lewis: A baby? Our baby. Oh my god.đł
Your phone rang again, and again you let it ring out. A few minutes later, you got the notification of a voicemail. Once you hit play on the message, his voice came in and you and your bestie listened in.
"Y/N, I donât know why youâre not picking up and itâs freaking me out a little. You know how I feel when I can't reach you, especially after what happened that last time.â
At that, you perked up because heâd nearly had a panic attack the last time he couldnât reach you and it was because some paps were chasing you in your car nearly making you crash. Heâd had to show up at the police station dropping everything. The pause in the message made you get ready to swipe to your phone app, but then he continued.
âI thought about it for a while and figured maybe youâre afraid to talk to me. Maybe youâre scared that Iâm going to be angry or disappointed by the news. Maybe you think Iâll tell you to terminate or that I'm not ready. I thought about it and I wish I was there with you right now instead of halfway across the fucking world. Fuck.â
His sighed in a hefty huff.
âI wish I could hug you and hold your hand and tell you while looking into your eyes that it's going to be okay and that Iâm not angry. Iâm not disappointed.â
Your brows rose. He wasnât, you questioned.
âIâm surprised, yes. So fucking surprised. I didnât think this would happen and never really thought about the possibility of it happening which is so stupid because we don't use condoms. Like at all. Iâm shooting your club up every day, multiple times a day. Why wouldnât it be possible?â
You pinched your lips as your friend gave you a look that said she wasnât surprised how yâall got down. You rubbed your brow to avoid her side-eye. It wasnât that you were ashamed. You werenât it was just embarrassing. You took a few sips from your cherry limeade and continued listening.
âUggh, Iâm rambling. I'm not mad and I wish youâd pick up the phone and let me tell you that plus how much I love you and want this."
A spray of cherry limeade shot from your mouth through the air, "What!!â
You bolted up in shock with wide eyes and a racing heart.
"A baby. Our baby. A piece of you and me. We didn't plan this, but we've been given this soul for a reason, and I am going to welcome and love them with everything I have. Iâm going to be there 100 percent. Youâre not in this alone, you have me. Call me, please. I love you so much."
Your eyes were wide. Had you heard him right? Was he actually happy about this? Your head snapped to your friend who was also wide-eyed.
âWell shit, plot twist!â
âWas he--.â
âHappy? Yep.â
âDid he say--.â
âHe wanted this? Oh yeah.â
You went over the message in your head again.
âWas he--.â
âThe sweetest and cutest about it? Yes. Oh my god, Y/N.â
You played the message again and listened to it in its entirety. You didnât stop at once, or twice. You listened over 5 times but each time you were still flabbergasted by his words.
âOh my god.â
âWell look on the bright sideâheâd never be one of those asshole deadbeat celebs trying to make their girl get rid of a baby they helped create.â
âWhy does he want this? Why isnât he mad? We havenât really talked about kids. This is so out the blue?â
âYou want him to be mad?â
You paused and thought about it. Any other answer besides no was ridiculous. This was an ideal reaction if the situation was real. This was how every man should react to an unplanned pregnancy. He was being major goals right now and it made your heart swell with love and pride.
Your notifications went off some more and you checked them to find some of his fellow F1 drivers commenting about the news. They all were sweet and thoughtful, which made you think again about this prank.
âShit. How do I tell him it was a prank now?â
Zoe laughed loudly. âI suggest starting with apology head then let him shoot your club up for real and voila baby.â
You smacked her across her stomach while kissing your teeth.
âBe for real.â
âIâm being as for real as your man is.â
A text notification came in then.
MSG Lewis: The jet will be landing in a few hours. Itâs not planned but come see me this weekend. I really want to be close to you right now.
âOh my god.â
Your friend laughed again as she teased you about your prank gone completely wrong.
~~~~~~~~
Just as heâd said, Lewisâ jet arrived 4 hours after heâd texted. The call from the pilot came at nearly midnight. You were packed and ready for the weekend with a possible weekâs extension, but you were also still debating how you were going to make this right. He thought he was going to be a father and that prospect had him in his feelings. You felt horrible.
MSG Lewis: Did the pilot call?
Youâd replied to his text after the message about spending the weekend with him because you knew staying quiet longer would make him more anxious. You were messed up, but you werenât cruel.
MSG: Yeah. Guess Iâll see you in a few.
MSG Lewis: Donât be scared. Everythingâs going to be all right. I love you.
âUugh. Iâm an asshole,â you said, hanging your head.
The chauffeured car took 40 minutes to get to the airfield and the whole time you tried to come up with a way to easily let him down. If he had been angry you would have been obnoxious with it and laughed in his face, but seeing how sweet he was about it there was no way you could now.
Of course, the flight to Barcelona didnât take long. The pilot even had the audacity to cut what was a 2-hour and 20-minute flight to just 2 hours flat. The nerve! The whole flight your nerves toiled which made your stomach uneasy. Nothing helped, not ginger ale, 7-up, Sprite, cranberry juice, tea, nor sports drinks. You suspected it was your anxiety manifesting in an upset stomach, so you didnât stress the flight attendant with helping ease it.
Now it was 3am Barcelona time and you were steadily approaching the penthouse that Lewis was staying in. The closer you got the more nervous you got. When the car began to slow down in front of a cute building with adorable Verona-style balconies you groaned. It was time to face the music. The driver unloaded your bags and helped you inside to the door. As he was about to ring the bell you stopped him and told him you could take it from there.
Once you were alone in front of the door you took a few breaths and tried to get control over your nerves. Before you could ring the bell though, the door opened and there stood Lewis in a white sleeveless T-shirt and grey sweat shorts. Instantly you pouted and waited for him to speak first.
âCâmere,â Lewis said holding open his arms for you.
Without hesitation you rushed into his arms and allowed him to hold you.
âItâs okay,â he whispered as he stepped back into the penthouse taking you with him.
He lifted you off your feet and carried you inside. When he placed you down on a soft couch, he kissed your forehead.
âIâll be right back.â
Lewis disappeared for a few minutes. You assumed he was bringing in your luggage and rolling them into the bedroom. By the time he came back, you still had no idea what to say. He kneeled in front of you and lifted your chin.
âIâm glad youâre here. I missed you.â
Your stomach churned then and you clasped your hands over your mouth while gagging.
âWhatâs wrong?â
You pointed to your throat, and he got it instantly. Lewis rushed through the halls showing you to the bathroom. Dropping to your knees, you allowed every drink youâd consumed on the flight to empty into the toilet. As you retched Lewis dipped beside you and rubbed your back like the perfectly sweet man he was. It only intensified your âyou ainât shitâ feeling and you began crying.
âWhat? Whatâs wrong? Itâs okay.â
âIâm sorry.â
âNo baby. Donât say that. Itâs not your fault. Itâs okay. Thereâs nothing to be sorry for. Itâs a baby, a blessing. Not the end of the world.â
You cried more and repeated your sorries. It was all you could get out. You remained on your knees in front of the toilet vomiting with Lewis rubbing your back and whispering soft words to you promising everything would be just fine. After, he got you in the tub and washed your body for you as you relaxed against him. He rubbed every knot out of your muscle, massaged every tension from your scalp, while making your skin gleam and glow.
When he got you in bed he topped it all off with a body massage from head to toe. You didnât deserve it at all. When you laid on his chest, you tried to find the words.
âLewis,â you began with a meek voice.
âPrincess.â
âIâm sorry.â
âStop apologizing. I donât know when along the line of our relationship you got the impression that I was some asshole who would be angry about something like that. Iâm not,â he assured.
âYouâre not an asshole. Iâm the asshole.â
Lewis rolled over to peer into your eyes. âWhat?â
âHow? Why?â
âIâI lied,â you quietly finished.
âLied? About what?â
âThe baby.â
You watched worry and fear wash over his face.
âWhat do you mean?â
âItâit was supposed to be a prank.â
Lewis rushed a breath out then dropped on his back to stare at the ceiling.
âIt was supposed to be payback for your last prank on me with my OB appointment. I didnât expect you to take it like this. I thought youâd be mad and freak out a little. I didnât think that youâwant it.â
He was so quiet and so unreadable right now you worried he was really hurt.
âIâm sorry baby. I feel like shit now. I didnât mean to--.â
âSo youâre not pregnant.â
âNo,â you quietly replied.
Lewis scoffed, covered his face. âWow.â
âI know. Iâm sorry.â
âWow. Wow. Wow. I was reallyâI trulyâjeez.â
He sat up and stared out into the darkness. You didnât know how to make this better. You could sense his disappointment, sense his hurt that it wasnât real. You were speechless and so confused about how long heâd been secretly wanting a baby. Right now didnât feel like the right time to inquire though.
âOkay. You got me.â
You leaned forward to study his face. âThatâs it?â
âYeah. You got me. I really thought you were pregnant, especially with the way youâve been acting the last few weeks. Ha! Good one.â
âYouâre not angry?â
âAngry that you had the balls to prank me like this or angry that youâre not pregnant?â
You thought about it for a quick minute. âBoth.â
Even he looked to think about it. âIâm not angry about the prank. I'd been wondering what youâd do to get me back, but I let my guard down. It was a good prank, ballsy, especially putting it on social but it was good,â he explained.
âAnd the other?â
âI wouldnât say Iâm angry youâre not pregnant. Iâmâdisappointed. I should be relieved because as you know our lives right now are chaotic. You with your business, me, and F1. Adding a baby in now would be nuts.â
You heard a but. âBut?â
Lewis chewed the inside of his mouth for a few moments then he laid back down. âBut the longer I sat with it and thought about what it meant the more I wanted it. I wasnât mad, or freaking out for the most part, I was relieved it was with you.â
Your heart melted. You rolled on top of him and splayed yourself across his chest. âIâm sorry baby.â
Lewis wrapped his arms around you and traced his fingertips up and down your bare spine.
âHow do you feel about a babyâour baby?â
You thought about it for a few moments dividing points into pro and con columns in your head.
âI understand what youâre saying. Our lives are hectic right now. You just signed a contract extension with Mercedes which means more racing, more time away from home. My lingerie line has been blowing up and I just opened a second store location. Things will only get more and more hectic.â
âI want us both to be present,â Lewis added.
âYeah.â
A contemplative silence filled the room. Both of you were lost in your own thoughts.
âDo you want to have a baby with me, though?â
Your head popped up meeting Lewisâ eyes.
âOnly you. No one else.â
A smile slowly spread across Lewisâ lips.
âOnly you, no one else,â he repeated.
You kissed him gently and that kiss intensified within seconds. Soon your hands were pushing down Lewisâ shorts with urgency needing to get closer. You were already bare for him, but he needed to catch up. Once his shorts were rumpled at the foot of the bed, you straddled his hips and lowered yourself on his ready and waiting member.
Both of you sighed out in unison relishing the pleasure you only found in each other. As you slowly rocked back and forth on him, Lewisâ hands gripped your hips helping you move. Bit by bit he picked up the pace taking full control of the way your body moved. Back and forth, round and round, up and down.
When you began bouncing on him, Lewis abandoned your hips to cup your breasts. His moans filled the room as his eyes drank in every inch of you. In no time, you felt your orgasm creep up on you. Lewis flipped you onto your back, placed your ankle on his shoulder then took over. That was the final push to send you over the edge.
âFuuuuck!â
âMmm!â
Lewis brought your other leg to join the first then held you off the bed as he flicked his hips forward with such force the bed jerked giving the craftmanship a run for its money.
âYes, baby. Right there!â
âYeah right there? Like this?â
He slowed his moves, then pulled out fully only to slam his hips into you filling you to capacity. Every time he did it you yelped unable to control yourself.
âLike that?â
âYes!â
âMmm, Iâm going to fill this sweet little pussy up. Youâre gonna be so fucking full of me you canât walk.â
Lewis ground his hips against you making you feel how impossibly deep he was. Instinctively, you pressed against his abs hoping to keep him at bay, however, he wasnât having it. Lewis dropped your legs, hovered over you then began rocking into you in the most artful way. His body rocked, ebbed, flowed, rolled, and torpedoed you into yet another release.
As you clenched around him, Lewis groaned.
âSo fucking tight. You loving this dick baby?â
âYes, I love your dick baby. Fuck me.â
âFuck youâre gonna make me cum, youâre so beautiful when you take this dick.â
You cupped your breasts, holding them out like ripe fruit for him. Lewis dipped down and bit down on your nipple making you wetter than ever.
âFuuuuuck!â
Lewis lowered his lips to your ear as he fucked into you. âYouâd look so fucking pretty with my baby in you. Makes me want to fill this tight cunt up.â
âFill me, baby. I want your hot cum, I want it now," you whined.
Lewis locked eyes with you just as his hand wrapped around your throat. Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you let him use you as he wanted.
âYou want me to cum deep in this pretty pussy?â
Yes!â
âYouâre gonna keep every fucking drop, right where I put it.â
âFuck Lewis, Iâm gonna cum.â
âCum with me princess.â
His thrusts sped until you were seeing stars and rainbows. It was an impossibility, but it was what you saw. Your moans matched, desires synced and desperation for one another took over. Lewis flicked his hips forward then came so hard and so deep his grunts were all you heard as he released stream after stream. Your body broke out into shivers at the thought of him intentionally trying to knock you up.
Lewis pulled back and dropped his attention between your legs. Slowly he pulled out only to shove himself back inside. It was like he was trying to keep every single drop of himself inside of your body.
âFuck baby, this pussy looks so good with me dripping out.â
âHow good?â
âSo good Iâm gonna fill you again.â
With that, Lewis crashed his lips to yours and in seconds round two had begun. You felt sorry for him tomorrow because he would be useless with how little sleep he would have gotten. He didnât seem bothered in the least though. His only thought was fucking you into oblivion until heâd planted a seed.
The next afternoon, you woke alone with a note on Lewisâ pillow.
âSee you on the paddock. Love you.â
You sat up and a sea of nausea filled you. Quickly you ran to the bathroom and heaved the contents of your stomach into the toilet. For the life of you, you couldnât understand what was going on. Youâd confessed about the prank you werenât anxious anymore. Why were you sick? Could it have been jet lag? Youâd never experienced nausea with jet lag before and the flight was only 2 hours long. As you went through the possibilities, you continued to heave.
After 20 or so minutes, you got back into bed with your phone and began googling reasons for nausea when first waking. Youâd barely put your head on the pillow before the first result popped up. The result had you bolting upward with wide eyes.
âNo fucking way.â
You kept scrolling but your mind still lingered on the first result. You thought back over the last weeks to a month trying to debunk it. Youâd only made it a few seconds before your eyes widened even more. You swiped open your love tracker and scanned through the last few weeks. There were so many red colored in boxes, that signified every day youâd been intimate, throughout the month you began to panic.
âNo way. Right?â
You sprang out of bed and hurried to get dressed. As you did, you tried to find the closest drugstore. In record time you found yourself in the back of the chauffeured car that Lewis had left behind for you to get to the racing grounds. As the car zipped through traffic, your brain was going almost as fast as a Mercedes race car. You were afraid to put your hat in any basket because you just didn't know what was going on.
With your dark sunglasses on and one of Lewisâ bucket hats tipped low, you dipped inside the store and did a once around the store to be sure no one had recognized or noticed you. You then walked in the general vicinity of where those items rested. If you were a NASCAR driver and this was a pit stop, you would have been the fastest back on the track. In less than 5 minutes you were back in the car and headed back to the penthouse.
Soon you sat in the bathroom at the edge of the huge porcelain tub staring at the 14 boxes of pregnancy tests. You couldn't decide on which one, so you bought 2 of every brand, 5 from brands you knew and the other 2 from unheard-of probably local brands. With a large juiced vegetable and fruit blend in hand, you attempted to finish it off. Since you'd returned another bout of nausea hit you that took nearly 30 minutes to pass.
Right now you were stalling. You had to pee so you could easily take them but it was the thought that crippled you. Right now the unknown felt like a comforting place to be. In 10 or so minutes you would either be disappointed or happy. You were in Lewis' shoes in reverse.
You sighed, guzzled the rest of the juice, then slammed it on the sink counter as a wave of determination filled you.
âOkay, Okay, okay. I got this. I got this. I got this!â
You grabbed the disposable mouthwash cup then tackled it head-on. Once youâd finished and ripped open every bod, you dripped the tips into the cup and laid them all out on the counter. Youâd told yourself to sit right back on the edge of the tub, but your legs would not obey. So, you paced the room. Back and forth, back, and forth, round and round, corner to corner, wall to wall.
By the time your phone went off indicating time was up, you were perched on the porcelain tub staring out to nothing thinking of everything. You remained there for a minute more trying to control your breathing then you stood and approached the mess of tests on the counter in organized chaos.
Hyping yourself, you took the first up and stared at the window. Your breath hitched and you moved to take another test up. Glancing at it, you were met with the same answer. You sifted through the tests, taking them up, looking at the results, and moving to the next. You checked once, then twice and every single one of them mirrored back one collective and cohesiveâpositive.
âPlot fucking twist,â you said.
Your phone sounded making you open your messages to see Lewisâ name.
MSG Lewis: Feeling better?
You scoffed. His timing was impeccable. You took another calming breath before you replied.
MSG: Not much but Iâm okay.
MSG Lewis: Still throwing up?
MSG: Here and there.
MSG Lewis: You can stay in bed today. Iâll see you after.
MSG: Not a chance. Iâll be there. Wouldnât want to miss your P1.
MSG Lewis: Donât push yourself.
MSG: Says the man who only got like an hour of sleep because he kept pushing for round after round.
MSG Lewis: Wasnât much pushing needed. You know I can go for days.
You couldnât help but chuckle. He was always cocky; it didnât matter about what. You stepped back and took a picture of all the tests making sure a few showed the results then you began getting yourself ready.
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By the time you got to the racing grounds, it was packed. With two of Lewisâ guards flanking your left and right, you walked through saying hello to the drivers, waving at faces you knew, and taking some footage for your socials. You even had some approach you to congratulate you on the pregnancy. It tripped you up for a second because youâd just found out but then you remembered your prank that had gone wrong and was not right back on track. Every time someone came up and said it you couldnât help but giggle. It was all so ironic.
Once you made it to Mercedes, the crew saw you first. They began clapping and as you approached. When you were close enough many of them patted you on the back as they expressed their happiness over the news.
âOur first Mercedes driver baby. Congratulations.â
âUh, thankâyou.â
You smiled and tipped your head at the others who were smiling from ear to ear. Toto approached with a grin.
âSuch great news, Y/N. You and Lewis are going to be amazing parents. You can count on Suzie and me up for babysitting.â
You nervouisly giggled. âI think weâll hold you to that.â
âEh-em.â
To the left Lewis approached with his brow crooked.
âThere he is, the soon to be dad.â
He looked evidently uncomfortable as he stood beside you.
âAbout that," Lewis began.
âHeâs going to be such an amazing dad,â you said while staring at him.
The two of you stood there staring at one another. You in complete love and adoration of him, and he in utter confusion. Gradually everyone took the hint and went back to what they were doing before you got there.
âWhatâreâwhatâre you doing? Shouldnât you be telling them it was all a prank?â
âMaybe thatâs how it started butâweâre past that now.â
âWhat do you mean?â
You laced your fingers with his then smiled.
âIâIâm pregnant.â
Lewis looked even more confused.
âWhat? Is this about last night? Iâm sure itâs too soon to be--."
You snorted as you rolled your eyes. âSeriously?â
âWhat? You said it wasnât real.â
âIt wasnât, not then. Or maybe it was but I didnât know. You didnât put a baby in me last night. There was already one in me. I got sick again this morning and that made me look back into some things on my calendars which had me taking 14 pregnancy tests and they are all positive.â
Lewisâs eyes widened.
âWhat?â
You nodded. âYeah. Iâm pregnant.â
âFor real, for real?â
âSo for real for real.â
Lewis looked down to your stomach area, then to your face. He smiled before he lifted you into the air. You laughed as he spun you around. Your combined laughter brought the attention of nearly everyone around you.
âOh my god. Weâre having a baby?â
He put you down then peered into your eyes. âYep.â
He snorted then laughed heartily. âWhat a fucking plot twist.â
âRight! oh my god.â
The two of you cackled together before he kissed you, not caring who was watching. When his hand cupped your backside you squealed.
âBehave.â
âNot a chance. I canât believe I put a baby in you.â
âMe neither.â
âAre you happy?â
You smiled and nodded. âVery.â
The way he smiled back at you made your heart swell. You were sure you looked like fools in love giggling with each other like idiots but neither of you cared. Lewis cupped your cheek and then softly caressed your skin.
âYou and me.â
You took his other hand and put it on your stomach.
âPlus baby makes three. And with Roscoe--.â
âMakes a home,â Lewis finished.
A stray tear rolled down your cheek, but Lewisâ thumb flicked it away then kissed the spot it once laid.
The news must have been what he needed because a few hours later he stood on that podium claiming that P1. You beamed at him while you tenderly held your nonexistent bump, feeling closer to him than ever before.
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Paring: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader
CW/tags:Â angst, hurt and not much comfort, PTSD, language, a smidge of fluff
WC:Â 4.1k
Summary: Gator was supposed to come home to you, but he admits to becoming tangled up in his old life, before even starting his new one, with you. Without warning, he falls silent, leaving you in the dark as your fears run wild.
ă this is a sequel to part time soulmate, full time problem â§.ââlisten to the series playlist here. â§.âread on AO3 ă
A/N: hi yâall, tysm for any support on this so far. Iâm hoping this reaches the folks who kept asking for a sequel, so please donât hesitate to leave feedback or reblog if you like this so far đ„ș if you do read this, enjoy <3
chapter 1 â§. â
first thing to go - hayley williams
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âïœĄâȘ First thing to go was the sound of his voice / It echoes still, Iâm sure, but I canât hear it
Was it gentle or cold? Or maybe just noise? / I heard what I wanted, until I couldnât. ⏠âË.
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It had been one week. One entire week since you came home from North Dakota, after attempting to visit your family for the holidays, an attempt made out of the last bit of familial loyalty fueled by the tiniest bit of guilt left in you.
Ten days set aside to hopefully, maybe, patch up whatever bond might be left between your parents and you. Unsurprisingly, not a shred of that bond existed. If you were being honest to yourself, that bond didnât exist to begin with.
Instead, you rediscovered a bridge you believed was burned to ashes and buried long ago, with someone you believed youâd never hear from or see again. From childhood best friends to complete enemies, you dreaded the idea of having to spend three days with Gator Tillman. Fate had a sick joke up its sleeve, snowing in the two of you together for an entire week. A week you never dreamed would bring you to confessing feelings you had shoved to the back of your mind nearly a decade ago.
Now, one week after a teary-eyed and reluctant goodbye, you still havenât heard from Gator when he promised heâd be here by now. Well, he hasnât contacted you at least since New Yearâs Eve, where you called him at midnight; as all of the other couples kissed as the past year rolled into the next, you were trying to find the quietest room in the house to talk to him.
âDamn, sounds wild on your end,â Gator laughed as he tried making out your words between loud, joyful sounds that filtered in through the empty blanks.Â
You pout, despite him not being able to see it. âYou owe me a kiss, Tillman.âÂ
âNext week, I promise. Can yaâ hang on âtil then?â
âHm, not quite sure, might die going that long without it.â Your teasing comment slid past him, distracted on his end. Only silence followed. âGator?â
âYeah?â
â⊠You are cominâ here next week, right?â
Asking a question like this, doubting his original intentions, all while drunk, was just a recipe for abandonment issues to flare back up.
âYes, why wouldnât I?â He didnât sound irritated or upset that you questioned this, more concerned if anything. âDid I do somethinâ wrong?â
Maybe you were just overthinking things. After all, it had only been a day since you got home. Physically, heâs distant, but not emotionally. At least, you donât think.
âNo! No, youâre totally fine, Gator. Mâsorry, just⊠just really miss you, is all.â That didnât sound less pathetic than admitting the truth of fearing he was leaving you again.
âIâm cominâ home soon, darlinâ, I promise. Youâve got no idea how much I want this week to be over with already. I just wanna be with you again.â
Thatâs when something clicked in your mind, and your stomach dropped. â⊠Does your dad have you workinâ some fucked up job again?â
Gatorâs sigh weighed down with guilt came through the phone, heavy and pained.
âFuck⊠you canât be serious, Gator. What the fuck?!â
âI- I can explainââ
âDidnât you severely hurt him the night we left the house?â You found yourself touching the healing wound on your face, now properly bandaged thanks to Ivyâ a house mate and your best friendâ and her professional nursing skills. She was pretty impressed that Gator did as decent of a job as he could with the few supplies he had on hand. That was something you wanted to tell him over the call, but now youâre just consumed by negative emotions, snaking around you before constricting the air from your lungs.
âYeah, well, yâknow Roy, he refuses to give up to anythinâ, especially livinâ. Heâs like a goddamn cockroach.â His remark dripped in a vitriolic venom, something he once was terrified to ever voice out loud before last weekâs disaster. âAt least he ainât bringinâ up what I did to him.â
Ignoring his last comment, you snap, âAnd doing his dirty work is justifiable? What the fuck is he making you do?â
Gator paused, feeling sick as he thought about what his dad has made him do so far in just the last twenty-four hours. âIâ Itâs fine. Look, Iâm just doinâ this one last time, Iâm wanted to secure extra funds for usââ
âHuh? Gator, weâre fineââ
âMâjust tryinâ to help things in the future, alright?â He murmured, regretting his choices already.Â
âWhat things? We can cross those bridges when we get to them. Gator, youâre not⊠this makes no sense to me right now.â You were so lost in all of this. âYâknow the only reason he makes you do shit like this, whatever the fuck it is this time, is âcause if things go south, youâre the one with blood on your hands, not him.â
He answered without hesitation, âI know.â
You wanted to shake some sense into Gator, wanted to scream into the phone and tell him to forget it, forget moving here, forget coming home to you. Except you knew damn well youâd regret that, and he still needed somewhere to go, far from the danger heâs in right now.Â
You still needed to be Gatorâs safe place, his lighthouse, but the waves are already cresting to a terrifying height, where the only way down is with destruction as it crashes into the rocks on the shore below.
âJesus fuckinâ Christ, Gator. Can you get out of this? Please? I- Iâll get yaâ a ticket to fly out tomorrow.â You pleaded, desperate to protect him from a downfall that could end in him disappearing, just like his mother. âGator, you promised me youâd be careful. You pinky promised.â
âI did. And Iâm sorry, yâgot no idea how sick this entire thing has me. If I leave now, thereâsâŠâ He paused, sparing you from the twisted details. â⊠itâs complicated.â
âWell, make it uncomplicated! Fuckinâ hell, Iâll come out there and deck Royâs lights out if it helps yaâ get out of this. I need you safe. I need you here, Gator. I need you.â You didnât mean to bring the last three words to life; itâs true, you did need him, but it felt so selfish to say right now.
This wouldâve been the moment Gator would tease you for how feisty you get when youâre angry, talking a big game with little to show, but you meant well.Â
Nothing of the sort came out of his mouth, though.
âYou still trust me?â
âBarely.â You didnât mean to spit it out so harshly, or honestly, at all. âMâsorryââ
âItâs fine, yaâ got every right to be mad.â He sounded drained, worn down.
âIâm not mad, Gator. Iâm livid that you think putting yourself in danger is okay, Iâm fuckinâ scared for you.â You were sobering up quickly from the conversation, but the fear made you nauseous. âNothinâ I say can change this, huh?â
âItâs not like I ainât cominâ at all. I am. Just⊠be patient. Please?â
You wanted to throw a fit, tell him to keep his blood money, but your throat ran dry, scared to hurt him further. So you suppressed how you really felt, kept it to yourself.
âOkay, Gator. Just text me, or call me. Somethinâ, anythinâ. Even if itâs quick, I just wanna know youâre aââ
Alive. You just wanted to make sure he would still be alive by the end of the week. It felt wrong to say out loud, like youâd jinx his safety before he could even make it home. So you pumped the brakes before the word could slip out.
Gator knew what you were about to say, but he didnât want to upset you any further. âI will, darlinâ. I love you, yâknow that? I really do.â
You knew that, but you didnât like the cost that came along with this love, for either of you.
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The well-worn door to your apartment is flung open, slamming against the wall, except the sound is muffled; you learned long ago that Ivy couldnât bring herself to settle her obnoxious entrances, so youâve got a landing pad on the wall of thick styrofoam, ready to catch the antique brass doorknob every time she welcomes herself in.Â
In your first year of living in this old townhouse, the door slamming open used to startle you. Now, you donât even flinch. Your poor cat, Lovebug, does, though; his black fur stands on end as he leaps from your lap.
âThere she is!â Ivyâs cheery voice echoed through the apartment, kicking her foot back to shut the door. âI brought you iced coffee, withâ oh. Oh, honey.â
Perched in the bay window, you curled up in a large quilt, a thrifted one from years ago, with constellations stitched from metallic gold thread into the dark navy fabric. You couldnât tear your face away from the street below, afraid youâd miss Gator if he finally would show up.
As Ivy shuffles over with the coffee, handing it gingerly to you, she softly informs, âFlor said to take all of the time you need, sheâs got the shop covered no problem.â
There was no way you could focus on running your side of the used book and record shop, hanging by a thread as you waited desperately to hear anything from Gator⊠But it wasnât like being glued to the window all day, stuck in your spiraling thoughts, was good for your mental health, either.
As you turn to face her, she stifles a gasp; the circles under your eyes have never been darker, while your eyes are completely bloodshot. âWhen did you last sleep? Are you staying hydrated? Fuck, itâs not the flu thatâs been going around, is it?â
You shake your head, unable to speak, too fatigued to form your thoughts into words.Â
At first, Ivyâs friendship came on strong, but after some time, you realized you needed a friend like her; loyal, kind, but also tough as nails, and had no problem threatening any dude who tried groping you at the club. She was also a nurse, and was always tending to everyoneâs health ailments, trying to save trips to the doctor or hospital.
âCâmon, I should change this,â She feathers her touch along your healing cut, inspecting it. âItâs healing nicely already.â
You nod, on autopilot as she leads you to your bathroom, with medical supplies as a semi-permanent fixture on the counter. You settle yourself onto the closed toilet seat and wait patiently as she disinfects supplies and her hands, immediately rolling gloves over her hands. Lovebug curiously follows the two of you, settled down from the startling noise moments ago.
While she gets started, she asks the same question sheâs asked the past week. âNothing from Gator, I guess?â
You donât cry when she asks this. You stopped crying over the question two days ago, growing numb to the idea youâd ever hear from him again.
âNothinâ.â You look away as Ivyâs cleaning your wound, heart sinking like a goddamn stone in your chest at the thought of radio silence for a week. âIâve called and texted, and he hasnât responded once.â
Ivy knew the situation, at least, as much as you could tell a close friend without sharing intimate details of someone elseâs life story. âYouâre sure itâs his dad, and not another reasââ
You shake your head, but bump into Ivyâs hand, hissing at the dull ache. âSorry.â Your cat hops back into your lap, purring affectionately as he makes himself comfortable again.
âJust stay still for a minute longer, youâre doing great, girlie pop.â She murmurs, tugging a laugh out of your weak self. The sound is music to your best friendâs ears, curling the corners of her lips up into a smile.Â
âI told yaâ, weâre too old for Gen-Z slang.â Youâre giggling, and Ivy laughs softly with you. Her shoulders relax as you show youâre not completely numb. Not yet.
Your phone vibrates against the tiled counter, echoing in the bathroom and startling the two of you. Ivy knows youâve been keeping your phone close, and backs up as you lean forward to grab it. You donât look at the number, just answer it frantically. âHello?â Ivy waits in suspense, until she watches your face fall.
âYeah, Ty, I know what tomorrow is.â You watch Ivyâs face twist in irritation before grabbing your phone.
âDude, seriously? You know sheâs been waiting for an important câ yes, I know, but you couldâve texted her. Or called me. Come on, man.â She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose as she squeezes her eyes shut. âYeah, yeah alright, Iâll tell her.â She hangs up and puts your phone aside before replacing her gloves and tending to you again. âNothing against Ty, but I swear heâs got rocks for brains.â
You force a laugh, only coming out in a weak huff. âSâokay, he didnât mean any harm. I bet those rocks in his head are, like, painted ones. Yâknow, the ones people paint and leave for others to find? Good intentions, justâŠ.â
âUnnecessary at times?â
âYou said it, not me.â
Ivy finishes your new wound dressing; youâve healed enough to get away with only butterfly bandages, so the re-bandaging process has become quicker, thankfully.
âThanks, Ives.â You force a smile, heading back to the living room, Lovebug cradled in your arms. Ivy nods as she trails behind you. âWhat did Ty want anyway?â
She grabs her coffee, settling in on your couch with her legs bent pretzel style. âHe was just reminding us itâs our turn to cook for family dinner night.â
 âAs if you wouldnât put that in your planner and phone reminders.â You chuckle, picking your coffee up before sitting next to her. Before taking a giant gulp you point out, âHeâs the one who forgets his turn, not us.â
Ivy scoffs, hand up in a âstopâ pose, âDonât even get me started, girlie pop.âÂ
You groan with an exaggerated eye roll, but canât help laughing into your words, âIves, weâre not hip!â
 âYeah, well, weâre not old enough for senior discounts yet,â She chuckles, relieved to see you feel emotions other than anxiety and dread, âso Iâll say what I want.â
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At the end of each month, you and all of the tenants would get together to make dinner as a thank you to Beaâ affectionately called Mama Bea by some of you, for her maternal auraâ for the affordable rent and unconditional kindness, and to catch up with one another with quality family time. Itâs something that wouldâve made your stomach churn back home, but here, you look forward to it every time.
The night before you left for North Dakota, you cherished the found family get-together more than usual. This wasnât the kind of familial love youâd find back home, your childhood home, that is. Forced politeness for the sake of keeping sweet didnât exist here; each month there was a guarantee for some kind of friendly, playful banter, like the lot of you were lifelong siblings.
The whole group made sure to go around at the end of these routine nights, stating one thing, anything you were thankful for that month. From the tiniest of victories, to the most impactful life milestones, and everything in between, it was shared. Shared without the fear of judgment, and with the most understanding people youâve been lucky to stumble upon.Â
Everyone had shared what they were thankful for this month, except you. It came naturally to your fellow housemates; Miles kicked it off, mentioning how he was grateful for the holiday bonus he was given, and how it helped fund the party before winter break for his class, recalling the joy on all the first gradersâ faces when they realized they all got a small gift. He knew some kids wouldnât have gifts to wake up to this year, so to give them even an ounce of that joy made his entire year.
Flor was thankful she was able to make dinner this month without burning it on everyone. Jinx brought up that she was going home to see her family, and her mother, possibly for the last time due to end stage cancer. She expressed gratitude for one last chance to hug her mom, spend time with her, even if the future seemed dismal with an imminent death on the horizon.
Frankie shared how blessed he felt that he and his partner would be welcoming a little one into the world soon. He was moved out already with them, all set up in the home their family would start a brand new chapter in. He was grateful for Bea and his fellow housemates, promising theyâd be visiting with the baby often. You were already working on crocheting a baby blanket for them.
Ivy was grateful for the therapy dogs at the hospital she worked at. Not just for herself, but for the kids stuck in the childrenâs wing for the holidays. The way their faces lit up, she said, were brighter than the Christmas tree down in Rockefeller plaza.
Ty thanked Ivy for talking to some doctors to finally set up appointments to discuss top surgery. He expressed relief in even just knowing in the near future heâd be so much closer to the gender euphoria heâs always deserved as a trans man.
Bea expressed gratitude for everyone, and for the life sheâs been able to live thus far, and the ability to share it with you all.Â
âWhat about you, sunshine?â Ivy asked you, curious. You never got tired of the way they all still called you by the nickname that stuck years ago. No one remembers where it came from, who started it, but it might as well be your legal name by now.
It took a minute, but you answered, âIâm thankful to have a home to come back to. A real home. A real family to be a part of. Thankful for Mama Beaâs generosity and open heart. I know this trip back west is gonna be a shitstorm, but knowing Iâll be coming back to you all is already helping me get through whatâs bound to come. So, thanks, yâall.â
While your words were true, you were definitely rambling from the alcohol buzzing in your system. Just enough to make you chatty and giggly.
âThatâs sweet, but are you gonna talk more about that guy? You think youâll see him again?â Jinx prodded, nosy as hell, but she never had a problem showing her desire to be in everyoneâs business.Â
âYeah, whatâs his name, Gator?â Ty asked before slurping down the remnants of his margarita; the holiday margaritas Flor made every year were to die for, honestly.
Your face crinkled up at the thought of Gator, remembering the way he looked as you saw him across the street, one last time before leaving North Dakota for good. How you had no issue making it crystal clear you hated every fiber of his being.
And yet, your heart fluttered at the mention of his name. Youâd be a horrible fucking liar to try denying how much you missed him still.
âJinx, câmon, let it rest already,â Bea warned, tilting her glass in hand towards Jinx as she pointed her finger at the younger woman.Â
âNo, itâs okay⊠I- I hope I donât have to run into him,â You paused, thoughts trailing off. Even all this time later heâs easily able to stop your train of thought by his mere existence.
You wish you didnât miss him.
 âBut arenât you making that gift for him?â Flor piped up, curiosity getting the best of her. Ty nodded, also intrigued.
 âWhatâ thatâs just⊠I didnât start it, I just figured maybe itâd be a good idea as a peace offering, or some shit.â You did your best to come off disgusted, but your friends knew better. They could read you like a book by now. âOh, donât look at me like that, yâall. Itâll be nice to keep busy on the flight too.â
 âNah⊠youâre totally hoping you run into him.â Ty smugly stated.Â
âMaybe you guys can mend the friendship,â Miles shrugged, hopeful things would work out for the best in your favor. âYouâve got all those memories with him that you constantly bring up, and you had your perfectly valid reasons to cut him off, but maybe itâd bring some closure, yâknow?â
You laughed mirthlessly, looking down at the table. âNot sure I need closure from whoever the hell he turned into.â
Ivy gave your arm a supportive squeeze, âHe could still be the person you knew underneath it all. Donât make yourself uncomfortable, but if the opportunity arises, it might be worth trying to bury the hatchet at the very least.â
You nodded, appreciating everyoneâs support, but especially Ivyâs. She always knew exactly what to say when you needed to hear it most.
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Several days without proper sleep had finally caught up to you, and before you know it, youâre dozing off in the window seat, snuggled up with Lovebug as the winter rain lulls you to sleep. All of that exhaustion drags you into a deep slumber, one thatâs deep enough to miss your phone going off in the middle of the night.
ââŠ. Darlinâ? I- I gotta keep this quick, but Iâm⊠fuck it, I ainât okay. I fucked up. Iâm sorry for scarinâ you, and Iâm sorry I never replied. My phoneâs a goner, anyway. So if you see this weird number⊠Iâm at a pay phoneâ can yaâ believe those still exist? Iâm in the middle of fuck-all-nowhere, and this one truck stop has aâ fuck. Shit. I gotta go, my rideâs here. Iâll explain everythinâ when I see yaâ. Iâm cominâ home, if yaâ donât hate my guts again. If yaâ did, wouldnât blame yâ fuck, mâsorry, gotta leave. I love you.â
By morning, youâre woken up by Lovebugâs usual morning greeting of purring and affectionate headbutts, while a stiffness in your neck radiates from sleeping uncomfortably. The rainâs still heavy, pelting into whatâs left of the snow, coating the city in that nasty, winter slush. A sharp pain runs down your neck as you try to sit up while you curse yourself for not falling asleep in your bed.Â
Searching your surroundings for your phone, you find it on the floor next to the window. Mustâve fallen outta my hands last night. You reach for it cautiously, not wanting to irritate the pain in your neck further. The screen illuminates, reading the time as 8:43 in the morning, with a battery of 23%. Scrolling through your notifications, you discover a missed call and voicemail from a strange number.
Both hope and dread fill you as you hit play on the voicemail. Gatorâs voice comes through the speaker, and you want to cry in relief, but youâre too stunned as you listen to him ramble. Heâs all over the place, he doesnât mention where he is, just that heâs using a pay phone â they still have those? â thereâs no way to call him back, and heâs in a hurry.Â
âFuck it, I ainât okay.âÂ
Youâd do anything to find out where he was, even just a shred of information would give you some relief and put your mind at ease. He sounded so shaken up and defeated. Bile rises in the back of your throat, running through the god-awful scenarios he could have been forced through.Â
âIâm cominâ home, if yaâ donât hate my guts again.â
It kills you that heâs still beating himself up over the past, still worried he fucked up so badly, that youâd never fully forgive him. It still stings, what Gator did, but youâre moving forward, and you wish you could find a way to show him itâs okay if he forgives himself, too.
Hearing his voice for the first time in over a week is something youâd take solace in, but itâs heart wrenching to hear Gator feel so broken. You donât have a clue what his dad forced him through, the kind of horrors he was made to witnessâ you know nothing at all, but you do know how strong Gator is, and hearing him that scared was rare.
Racing off the couch to the nearest phone charger, you turn the ringerâs volume up all the way before plugging it in. Maybe youâd be lucky enough to get another call from some random payphone on Gatorâs way home.
Subconsciously, your fingers tug at the friendship bracelet he gave you before you flew back home, remembering what he teasingly told you after tying it on your wrist.
âKeep that one safe, yeah? Iâm gonna want it back when I come home, so yâcanât steal it.â
Tugging your hoodie sleeve over your wrist, you ball up the fabric up between your fingers from the inside, as if it could shield the bracelet from anticipated damage.
If only it were that simple to shield Gator from any further damage and suffering, too.
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Terrifyingly Innocent [Nineteen-Finale]
Pairing:Â Seungcheol x fem!reader (ft. Jihoon)
Synopsis:Â Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friendâs little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.
Genre:Â Fluff, angst, fake dating, fwb(?), slowburn, older brotherâs best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au(Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and readerâs family arenât chaebols and are commoners but well-off)
Warnings:Â Use of profanity, mentions of alcohol, inaccurate architectural information regarding Achillieon Palace, unedited (I was in a rush - my sincerest apologies)
WC:Â ~3.8k
A/N: We're at an end of a twogyuu era đ It's my first ever written series and with it, I do feel like I've learned and grown a lot as a writer. Since it was my first, admittedly it wasn't my best work looking back now, but I'm grateful to everyone who was willing to read it as I went along. I also saw recently that the masterlist hit like 1.2k upvotes and was like đ€Ż Y'all really like this hot recycling!? LOL. Jokes, jokes - I'm very honored so many people wanted to read and/or actually liked this đ„ș Admittedly, I think this was the fic that really allowed my blog to flourish, so forreals, I'm really grateful. There were many moments where I was close to abandoning the series, but I'm glad I pushed through and I didn't - prove to myself (and all of you) that I can finish something đđ
To the lovely silent readers, the enthusiastic rebloggers, and everyone in between, thank you all so much for being patient and your constant support this past year as I worked through this fic đ without further ado, the happy ending (most of) you asked for đ€
I'm not sure when I'm going to do a series this long again (low-key it was very taxing as much as I enjoyed itđ), but I hope you all enjoy my future works, long or short, just as much. Happy reading!
And for my take care â„! anon who wanted the Hao sequel/ending - I have a surprise for you in the months to come, so watch out for it! (i.e. i need a little time to write it out đ and flesh out the whole story so ksjdfalkdjf)
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Your childhood bedroom was always a safe space for you.
Whether you wanted to hide your tears from your family, you were angry at Jihoon, or just wanted to kick and scream about the latest Eighteen comeback, you could do it all comfortably here, and be completely vulnerable and raw with yourself. It was strategically decorated to reflect your unchanging, yet growing self: a shelf lined with your favorite books from childhood to your teenage years, lilac walls plastered with posters of bands youâve grown to love throughout the years, and your favorite part: the glow-in-the-dark star stickers on your ceiling.Â
They were seemingly childish, but you loved them. Whereas most girls your age wouldâve opted for fairy lights at this point, you insisted on Jihoon helping you put them up in your last year of high school before he left for university, as short as he is. You didnât like them because they were particularly aesthetic, no. They were tacky and cheap â sometimes youâd wake up in the morning and find that a star had fallen off overnight. Nonetheless, when your mind raced before falling asleep, anxious over college acceptances, or your heart was feeling heavy, the familiar neon green glow offered you a sense of comfort. With a deep breath, your eyes would scan across your ceiling and walls, and youâd count them until they lulled you to sleep.Â
They were simple decor, maybe even ugly, but a sense of consistency that you needed, especially in these past few years.Â
Thatâs what you were thinking, ironically, counting the glow-in-the-dark stars mindlessly too, when you heard pelting at your window. Crawling out of bed, you switched on your lamp and walked over, flinching when you saw a black pebble sailing at you. Fortunately, the glass of your window deflected it before it would have smacked you right between your eyes.Â
You leaned over the ledge and peered down onto the driveway.Â
Choi fucking Seungcheol.Â
Oddly enough, his shoulders relaxed, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, a soft smile settling on his cherry lips â he seemed almost pleased to see you fuming and hanging out your window ready to yell at him.Â
What was he doing here? Wasnât he supposed to be tucked away in bed at his apartment near the university campus? If Seungcheol was here . . . was Jihoon here?
âYouâre gonna pay for broken glass if you keep that up,â you hissed.Â
âHappy to see you too, Y/N,â he grinned dopily.Â
You rolled your eyes, glancing back to check the time before you replied.Â
3:28AM.
âWhat are you doing here? At 4AM?!â you exclaimed.Â
âI missed you,â Seungcheol teased.Â
âChoi Seungcheol,â you warned.Â
He only chuckled â god, how you hated how your brotherâs best friend never took you seriously.Â
âLet me up,â Seungcheol pressed on. He scratched the back of his head looking around. âYou have some vines or something?â
You pointed down at the attached garage, a criss-crossed decor on the side leading up to your room. âYou can try, but I can also just come down and open the door for you.â
Rolling up the sleeves of his white button up, he smirked. âNonsense â whatâs the thrill in doors when I can do this like the movies.â
âItâs real life, not the,â you paused as he was already shaking the decor to test its sturdiness. âNever mind.â
You watched him hook the toe of his shoe into the bottom hole and hoist himself up with his hands, his forearms flexing in the process. He mustâve been ripped if you could make out the shadows of his muscles if this shit lighting. Catching yourself admiring him too long, you tore your gaze away, rubbing your cheeks to get a better sense of yourself.Â
This was Choi Seungcheol â your brotherâs best friend.Â
You turned back, noting how the metal was creaking under his weight.Â
âIf you break that ââ
âWhoa! Umph!â Seungcheol missed a step and tumbled down.Â
âSeungcheol!âÂ
He groaned at the soreness shooting through his back. Nervous that he broke his spine and may not be able to ever walk again, you abandoned your spot at the window and raced downstairs. You threw open the front door, forgetting to put shoes on, and rushed across the lawn to his side.Â
âYou idiot,â you stumbled down onto your knees, hands tracing over his body for any injuries. âI told you not to climb that thing.â
 He chuckled â after Jihoon, only you would ever be this worried about him after one of his stupid stunts.Â
âYou didnât tell me to stop,â Seungcheol grunted, pushing himself up into a sitting position.Â
Scowling, you sat back on your heels to allow for some distance between the two of you.Â
âYou said, âitâs real life, not the â never mind,ââ he poked your forehead with his pointer and middle finger, âYou never finished.â
If he could tease you this much, clearly, he was okay.Â
âAsshole,â you shoved him, âYou can just sleep on the lawn tonight.â
You got up and brushed the grass off your pajamas, heading for the front door that was left agape in your flurry.Â
âHey!â Seungcheol pouted, he heaved himself up, wincing at the ache already starting in his lower back, and chased after you. âWait!â
âJust go home, Seungcheol â or call your chauffeur,â you waved him off, not bothering to look back. âIâm sure Mr. Kang isnât that far away.â
His thick fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you back. You tried your damned best to wriggle out of his hold to no avail â curse him and his newfound obsession with the gym. He was even stronger than before.Â
He pouted, âI said I missed you.â
âYeah and?â you furrowed your brows together.Â
âIs that how you welcome a friend?â
âTechnically, youâre Jihoonâs friend.â
âAnd by default yours.â
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you groaned in annoyance. This wasnât going anywhere. âJust . . . go up to Jihoonâs room and sleep there, okay? Itâs night â burglars and murderers are out. If we stay out here longer, the neighbors might call the cops. Let alone, you donât want to wake my dad.â
A pleased smile graced his smug face. Seungcheol pushed passed you and skipped inside. When you entered, he was already running up the stairs.Â
How odd.Â
It wasnât that the two of you werenât friends, but you werenât necessarily close enough for him to do things like this either. He was dressed nicely and you couldâve swore you caught a whiff of alcohol when you checked him earlier. You wondered what happened â a night out at the clubs again maybe? Jihoon had mentioned he was âgoing through a hoe phase.â He had to be drunk for him to come seeking you. Sure, he mightâve missed you but to no extent that heâd come visit you in the dead of night.Â
When you entered your room, too lost in your musing, you failed to notice Seungcheol already collapsed on your bed.Â
âSeungcheol,â you moaned, âWhat are you doing?â
He turned his head to look at you, his bread-like cheeks pressed into your comforter, smiling innocently.Â
âGet off,â you poked his shoulder.Â
âNo,â he quipped.Â
You pushed a little harder this time. âGet off â go sleep in Jihoonâs room.âÂ
He only buried his face in your pile of blankets.Â
âSeungcheol â oof!â
He tugged you onto the bed and crawled onto your lap. Inhaling deeply, you definitely caught a whiff of the alcohol mixed with something sweet. He was definitely drunk â what were you supposed to do? You didnât have experience dealing with drunk friends.Â
âStop yelling at me,â Seungcheol muttered. âJust,â he let out a shallow breath, already nodding off, âLet me sleep here for a bit.â
This was way too intimate of a position for you and your older brotherâs best friend. His face? In your lap?Â
Itâd be rude to push him off when he was sleeping so peacefully though. When you had calmed down a bit, you took in his rather ethereal appearance. His lashes were perfectly curled and long â he was so close, you swore you couldâve counted each strand. Your eyes tracing down the straight of his nose, settling on his cherry red pout. It was almost as if he was always wearing lip tint.Â
You werenât quite sure why, but you felt an urge to card through his hair. You raised a hand, hovering nervously above his head â do you? Do you not?
You do.Â
Seungcheol mewled at your touch, eliciting a blush on your cheeks. You were glad he was asleep and couldnât see how affected you were at such a seemingly small act.Â
âMissed you,â Seungcheol said again, much more softly this time. âI meant it.â
You only hummed in response.Â
âUni sucks.â
âYeah?â
âYeah.â
He winced, snuggling deeper into your thighs.Â
âWish it was just you, Jihoon, and me forever.â
You chortled softly. âIt can be if you want.â
He didnât reply afterwards. You were only met with his soft snores.
That night, you never did find out why he came to visit. He was gone before you woke up the next day.Â
âHave you always liked me?â you asked Seungcheol, staring off at the city below, mindlessly brushing through his dark locks similarly to that night all those years ago.Â
âHhmm?â Seungcheol looked up at you.
You smiled, letting your gaze fall to meet his own. His eyes were shining, the city lights reflecting off his dark irises and lighting up like neon green stars in your childhood bedroom.Â
You were halfway through the summer already. Finals flew by like a train you were trying to catch. Graduation went by like a blur and then the flurry of parties that followed. Seungcheol was slowly starting to pick up responsibilities at Sebong Holding, while you, more shifts at the cafe. He still picked you after your shifts when he could â notably, coming into the cafe this time instead of waiting for you at the street corner.Â
You had sorted things out with Jisoo as well; admittedly, a little awkward, but he was surprisingly very calm about it, telling you he figured you had your mind set on someone else given how preoccupied all the times the two of you spent together. Jihoon seemed to be the hardest one to convince regarding your relationship. Though he was reluctant and still suspicious, he was . . . slowly warming up to the idea of Seungcheol and you being together â for real. He doesnât purposely sit in between the two of you anymore during car rides on night outs (âhands to ourselves please,â heâd grumble before and after the trip). Â
Unfortunately, because of his busy schedule, you found yourself spending less time with Seungcheol than you both had intended this summer. Fortunately, however, that only made all the moments more precious, no matter how big or small. Nothing between the two of you changed since making it âofficialâ per se. As Clara had put it, if you hadnât come clean and confessed you and Seungcheol were fake dating, no one would have suspected it in the first place.Â
âCouldâve fooled me,â Hansol had mused, alternating, quirking his eyebrows, âIt was all very seamless and oddly natural now knowing that â as if he always had a crush on you or something.â
Tonight was one of those few nights Seungcheol had some free time and asked to go out for a drive to your now shared âsafe haven,â simply in hopes of enjoying each otherâs presence and the perks of a city view.
âHave you always liked me?â you asked again.Â
âWhy do you ask?â he turned back, pressing his cheek into the palm of his hands.Â
âReminds me of the last time we were like this,â you replied. âYou remember? My senior year of high school â you showed up throwing rocks at my window.â
It was a bittersweet memory, but he was glad you were in it.Â
âYeah,â Seungcheol replied softly.Â
âWell?â
He sighed. âI canât say I didnât think about it growing up.â
âSo . . . you faked dated me on purpose?â
âWhat?â he shot up from his spot on your lap, frowning at you.Â
You chortled and leaned back on the palm of your hand, tilting your chin towards him.Â
Seungcheol took it as an opportunity to peck your lips.Â
âI didnât really think about liking you,â he looked sideways, considering his words before continuing again, âLiking you romantically until recently, at least. Sure it crossed my mind a couple of times how funny itâd be if we got married because Jihoon,â he noted the way your eyes widened humorously. He scowled at you jokingly, reaching over to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch nonetheless. â Iâve always . . . had a soft spot for you though.âÂ
Slowly, a small, shy smile crept onto your face as you paused, letting a comfortable moment of silence pass. You turned your head to graze your lips across his palm.Â
You shoved his shoulder playfully. âYouâre incredibly cheesy, you know that?â
He did know, but he didnât mind if it was you â not that heâd tell you that right now out loud.Â
âWeâve come a long way, Y/N.âÂ
Seungcheol snaked his arms around your waist, sliding you across the hood of his car into his embrace. Foreheads touching, Seungcheol slotted his lips against yours, lazily kissing you. He broke away momentarily to let you better slant your head and ease into him â the press of your lips sudden and more fervent.
He didnât think he could ever get tired of the taste of you.
âI love you,â Seungcheol whispered against your lips, âGonna miss this when youâre gone.â
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you whispered back, âWe still have time until then,â you placed a chaste peck on the corner of his mouth as if to reassure him, âAnd itâs not forever.â
âI know,â he whined softly, âDoesnât mean I still wonât though.â
You let out a breathy chortle. âYouâre whipped, Cheol.â
âAnd whoâs fault is that?â
Teeth grazing on his bottom lip, you let them sink in lightly before tugging away to tease him. âIâll gladly take the blame.â
Seungcheol let out a hesitant breath, unsure if now was a good time to bring up the topic. You werenât necessarily hard to talk to â communication has been flowing easily between the two of you. The possibility of your relationship being nothing but a fever dream and ending in a month and half was just something he wasnât sure he wanted â not when he was growing more attached to you by the day. He loved the way you texted him back telling him he was corny with the woozy-faced emoji after every âgood morningâ message. The way âCheolâ rolled off your tongue sounded like a gentle music box to his ears. He loved the thrill of being able to hold you close when Jihoon wasnât around.Â
âDoes this mean . . .?â his voice trailed off.Â
You looked at him coyly, silently urging him to finish.Â
âYou want to keep trying?â He took your hint. âLong-distance and all?â
The corner of your lips twitched up, your eyes flickering to your touching fingers.Â
âIf you donât know yet, you donât have to tell me right now,â Seungcheol quickly added, his thumb grazing your chin.Â
âNo, no,â you were quick to reply, âI mean â no, I donât donât know yet, but yes, I . . . want this long-term.â
Seungcheol beamed at you. âReally?â
âReally,â your finger mindlessly traced his knuckles shyly, âDuring and after Greece . . . Iâm just . . . nervous.â You breathed out hesitantly.Â
Seungcheol smiled gently. âI am too, but weâll figure it out â we always do.â
You nodded silently, dipping your chin into your chest in an attempt to hide your face from him. He could make out the sniffling between your breaths.Â
âA-are you crying?â Seungcheol chuckled.Â
âNo,â you fibbed.Â
âBaby girl, you are,â Seungcheol cooed. He raised your chin and swiped at your cheeks.Â
âYouâre just . . . so fucking corny, Cheol,â you smacked his chest lightly.Â
A low laugh bubbling from his chest, Seungcheol pulled you into his embrace, squeezing you tightly as if you couldnât be any closer to him. Planting a peck on the crown of your head, he stroked your back, reassuring you, âYou are so in love with me.â
Despite having grown up with Seungcheol and having grown with him romantically these past few months, you were still as shy as ever to admit it.Â
You were.Â
Epilogue (Bonus): 6 months later, Greece
âWhat are you doing today?â Seungcheol asked.Â
You hummed softly, collecting your books and sliding them into your satchel as class was finishing up. The Mediterranean air was thick and humid, the papers sticking to the table rather easily. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you swiped at the sweat forming on your forehead, nodding at your professor on your way out and into the hallways.Â
âIâm going to go visit the Achilleion Palace,â you told him, âTaking some pictures and gathering inspiration for a project.â
âThat sounds exciting,â Seungcheol mused.Â
âIt is,â you smiled softly to yourself, âI wish you were here to see it with me.â
âYeah?â
You rolled your eyes, descending down the steps of the lecture hall. âOf course.â
âI wish I was there too,â he said back to you. âSend me some photos alright? At least I can live vicariously through you.â
âOkay.â
âI gotta get back to work ââ
âWe are now boarding for gate 3A,â a formal voice sounded in the background.Â
Your brows furrowed together. âAre you traveling right now for your dad?â
âUhh, no,â Seungcheol hummed, âJust . . . picking a client.â
âHuh â youâve never done that before.â
âWell, when duty calls and theyâre important.â
âFine,â you shrugged. He had no reason to lie to you.Â
âIâll call you tomorrow, okay?âÂ
âOkay,â you relented.Â
âLove you,â he sang.Â
âI guess . . . I do too.â
âVery convincing sweetheart, but I know you do,â he smooched into the receiver. âOnly 146 more days until I see you.â
âYouâre still counting?!â
âWhat kind of long-distance boyfriend would I be if I wasn't?â
You both bid goodbye and hung up. Walking back to your dorm, you couldnât shake off the strange feeling in your chest.Â
Something wasnât quite right.Â
The Achilleion Palace was magnificent.Â
A three-story, stark white building surrounded by the greenery of the island by the clear blue water, you were in sheer awe that you had the privilege to come here and see it in person. You had seen pictures of it in textbooks, but none of the pictures did it justice. Nonetheless, you had taken out your camera to snap photos of the grand entrance.Â
You waited momentarily for the tourists to clear before you aimed the lens at the building, making a point to ensure the marble pillars were symmetrical on either side of the shot. Just as you were about to snap the photo though, an annoying young man dressed in a black t-shirt and white shorts walked straight across your view.Â
Your finger was poised, ready to press the button as he lingered along the edges, but then he walked across again.Â
âFucking prick,â you groaned, lowering your camera.Â
You narrowed your eyes following after him. Suddenly, he was making a beeline towards you. As he grew closer, from his wide eyes to plush pout, his features were coming together and growing all too familiar.Â
âChoi Seungcheol!â you feigned annoyance as you called after him. You tried your best to control your breathing, but it only grew uneven by the second.Â
He grinned widely at the sound of his name, suddenly taking off in a run towards you. He laughed loudly, scooping you up into his chest and spinning you around. You squealed, clasping tightly around his shoulders. God how you missed his touch and the way you could almost never fully wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â you asked breathlessly as if you were the one running. Your hands slipped down against his chest.Â
âSurprise?â he offered instead.Â
You scoffed. âYou were at the airport earlier.â
His hand played with your waist, tilting his head coyly at you feigning innocence. âAnd?â
âWhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
âThatâd defeat the purpose of a surprise, sweetheart.â
âI donât like surprises,â you fake pouted.Â
Seungcheol pointed to the empty space behind him. âShould I? Should I go home then?â
âNo!â you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist. âI-I . . . I missed you.â
âThatâs what I thought,â he chortled, kissing into the crown of your head. âMissed you too.â
âYouâre already here, so you might as well just stay . . . maybe a few days.â
âHow about a week?â Seungcheol offered.Â
Eyes wide, you pulled back. âA week?!â
He winked at you.Â
âWait how?â you frowned. You mind flitted back to the few news articles about the Sebong heir making more public appearances at events these days. âDonât you have work?â
âWork,â he paused, trying his best to suppress his grin, âIn Greece, yeah.â
A moment of silence passed as you peered up at him through your lashes, your heart swelling and manifesting itself on your lips into a stupid, hopelessly in love grin. It had been months since he kissed you goodbye at the airport and when you thought you wouldnât see him until next year, he was here, in flesh, in your arms. The phone calls and text messages throughout the day were nice and comforting, but nothing beat seeing him in real time. Â
âIâll be a little busy some days, but Iâll make time to come see you,â he reached for your hand, loosely holding it and running his thumb across your knuckles.Â
Some would argue that your time being together a little more than a year at this point was all part of the process and this giddy feeling whenever you saw one another was just part of your âhoneymoon phaseâ that would soon start to fade. Youâd like to think you and Seungcheol were different, however. Your relationship with one another was like a honeymoon phase that lasted a lifetime because you enjoyed all the little things about one another and with each other. Itâs not that you were naive and werenât expecting any problems to arise, but youâd hope that you could work through those and ride out this love story like they write in fanfiction on Tumblr.Â
Perhaps you were loopy on feelings, but Choi Seungcheol was truly something else â a good something else.Â
Launching yourself into his chest, you whispered those three damned words you were once so afraid of: âI love you.â
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