#and my boss was talking to me yesterday about how I haven't taken enough time off this year

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

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warnings: drunk y/n, this isn’t my best work so bear with me.

“Would it be too hard to focus on your work for once?” You huffed in annoyance, tapping his notebook with your pen.

“Yeah.” His hand rested on top of his palm, attentively looking at you with a child-like smile. “When will you agree to go out with me?”

“I've already told you a million times I'm not interested.” Your fingers angrily moved over your laptop’s keyboard.

“Give me a good reason.”

“You’re a player.”

“I don't do that anymore!” You hummed, eyes scanning the screen of your computer. “Let me take you out once, if you still don't like me afterward I'll stop insisting.” It sounded tempting, but he’d probably use some kind of trick to get you in bed.

“I'll pass.”

After picking up your things, you exited the library with him following closely behind. A high pitched voice stopped your walk, a girl approaching your project partner with a wide smile.

“I haven't seen you in ages!” She clung to his neck, the simple action setting off a small fire inside you. “You should come by my house someday.”

“I-I...” Lucas stuttered, looking in your direction only to see your back as you walked away from them. “I’m sorry, I need to go.”

It wasn't long until he was walking beside you once again. You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than following me around?”

“Not really. And who knows, maybe if we spend enough time together you'll end up liking me.” He laced your arms, not allowing get rid of his hold.

“As if.”

A few days later, Lucas showed up in front of your class with a colorful bouquet of your favorite flowers. ‘How did he even know?’ You looked at him with horror as your classmates started gathering around you, collectively gasping at his antics.

“Wait, don't run!” He chased after you while you tried to escape the expectant gaze of everyone. “Y/n!”

“Why don't you just give up?” He grabbed your open hand, closing it around the bouquet.

“Here, I thought about you when I saw them. They seemed like your style.” You looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer to your previous question. “I simply like you, y/n. I don’t have another explanation to it.”

“Why me?”

“Why not you?” You clenched your fist around the bouquet, your other hand flying to grip his wrist harshly. “Huh?”

“You’re taking me out for dinner.” You said, hoping a date would finally put an end to his advances.

Four hours and three vodkas later, you found yourself sitting on Lucas’ lap, who had an amused, yet worried look on his face as you repeatedly tried to kiss him.

“Stop” hiccup. “Avoiding me.”

The pout on your lips was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen, which made him even more protective over your drunken self.

“I’m taking you home, give me your address.” He whispered softly, hand rubbing your back.

“I want to spend more time with you.”

He gave up after a few minutes of insisting, deciding it was better to take you to a hotel so you could rest. But how wrong was he. As soon as you entered the room, you started stripping off your clothes, Lucas having to forcefully put you to bed before you ended up completely naked. He picked up the clothes you left behind, neatly folding them and placing them on top of a chair.

“Lucas.” You whine for what seemed like the hundredth time in the night, struggling under the beddings that he’d tightly wrapped around you. “Please.”

“Go to sleep, y/n.” He murmured, tiredly rubbing his eyes. “I’ll take the floor, so please, close your eyes.”

“I will if you give me a kiss.”

“Can’t you settle for a hug?” There was a small, goofy grin creeping up his lips. “Fine.” He gave up as your face remained stoic.

You closed your eyes, waiting for his lips to touch yours, but it never happened. Instead, he kissed your temple, smiling at you before using his palm to close your eyes.

(...)

Little did you know you’d wake up in an unknown bed, head sore from drinking too much the night before and most of your memories missing. You were tucked inside the bedsheets wearing nothing but your undergarments.

“Shit.” Your head darted up, scanning the hotel room you were currently in. There was no sign of Lucas, whom you assumed had taken you there.

Did he take advantage of your intoxicated state? Had he deliberately offered you to drink? Thousands of questions ran through your mind, the booze from last night making your memory blurry.

You found your clothes neatly folded over a wooden chair. Had you done that before sleeping with Lucas? Had you even slept with Lucas?

“Agh.” You whined, screaming into a pillow, frustrated at your lack of memory.

He’d probably left after getting what he wanted from you. How stupid you were for thinking nothing would happen over a small date. Just as you were about to start crying, a loud beep echoed around the room, the door opening to reveal Lucas carrying your and his breakfast.

“Thank god, I thought you were in a coma.” He mocked, carrying the food all the way to the table under your confused gaze.

“What happened yesterday?”

“We didn’t fuck if that’s what you’re asking.” He smirked, enjoying your flustered expression a little too much. “You did try to get into my pants, though. But don’t worry, I tucked you in before you did something you’d regret later.”

“Did I strip off my clothes?”

“As I said, you were really needy last night.” You groaned, letting your head fall into the pillow. “Get up before your coffee gets cold.”

“Don’t boss me around.” Still, you got up from bed, the bedsheets wrapped tightly around your body to cover.

You changed back into your clothes, joining Lucas on the small table to have breakfast. He got you a white mocha along with a chicken sandwich, your favorites. Where did he even get the information on what you liked?

“So...you still don't like me?” This was it, your chance to get rid of your annoying project partner. But why didn't the thought sound so tempting as it did a few days ago?

“I think I'll need another date, just to make sure.”

“Are you sure you can keep it in your pants next time?” You kicked his leg under the table. “Ouch!”

“I suggest you stop talking before you lose all the points you gained with me last night.”

“So I gained points?” He looked at you curiously.

“Shut up already.”

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

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“Didn't know where else to go”.

His voice sounds lower than normal, as if he is on the verge of tears but fighting against it. You don't ask him how he knows your address, giving him enough space to come inside your house. Bishop doesn't doubt then, guiding his steps through the door to let you close it behind your back as you turn around to face him.

Sometimes he goes to the bar you work in, outside of Santo Padre, in one of the lost roads to nowhere. The two of you spend the night talking about anything concrete, interchanging words. And you can assure that between both there's some kind of connection since you met.

But tonight, he looks too different than usual. The black bags under his eyes mean that he hasn't had much sleep the last few days. The grown beard melting with his well-groomed mustache let you know that he hasn't taken care of himself lately. Just surviving like a lost soul, in pain for something you don't know. Traveling your eyes to his hands, you quickly notice his reddened knuckles a little bit raw.

Licking your bottom lip, hesitating, you take the first step ahead to taste the waters, invading his personal space. Knowing that Bishop is not going to take one back, you shorten till the minimal distance among your bodies to wrap him with your arms. Trying to comfort him, you hug him as much tightly as you can, feeling the man reciprocating the gesture; clinging himself to you as if you were the anchor that helps him to stay afloat.

Only then, he breaks into pieces, letting the tears run down his cheeks as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Landing one of your hands on the back of his head, you caress gently his hair, wanting to make him feel better. You're not going to ask if he doesn't want to talk. The interrogatories aren't part of your personality. You're the one who usually listens in silence, and maybe offers some kind of advice. But it's not what Bishop needs, not tonight.

Much to your regret, you pull yourself away slowly, without doing any sharp move. Sliding your fingers down by his shoulders to the folds of the black kutte, you help him to take it off so you can hang it on a chair in the living room. He's following you like a lost puppy, keeping his head bowed. Doing the same with the black hoodie, after unzipping it, you hold his hand to guide him through the hallway towards your room.

The place is submerged under the gloom, only illuminated by some streetlights outside, but enough to see the tears on his face. After cleaning them with your fingers, while he takes off his boots and undoes the belt to throw it somewhere, you give him some space to undress and place his jeans and his shirt on the chair next to the desk.

Once lying down on your bed, you welcome him again between your bare and warm arms, aware that he feels a little better by the way his breathing sounds more calmed. Urging Bishop to rest his head on your chest, you can't help but leave a tender kiss on it.

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that”.

Your voice is honeyed. A soft whisper transmitting him peace. Whilst his arms are surrounding your body and your left one is around his chest, your right hand caresses slowly his cheek; using your fingertips, barely watching the man close his eyes. Soon, his breathing is inappreciable, taking the same rhythm as yours.

Still half asleep you roll around the mattress, to hide your face from sunbeams, filling up your lungs with the strong manly scent from your unexpected visitor last night. Tightening the grip around you, Bishop sighs more awake than sleep, pressing his lips on your forehead for a kiss that lasts longer than expected. But you don't care. It doesn't bother you. Feels good, after all.

“Should I say sorry or thank you?” His throaty voice slides itself through your ears with sorrow and shame.

“You don't have to be sorry, nor thank me anything”.

The smile curving his lips brushes your forehead softly, slightly jumping your heart for no reason, apparently. Resting your heads over the pillow, without breaking the mess of legs and arms tangled you are, your eyes laid on each other. You don't know what time it is, but he looks more rested than yesterday.

“Two days ago… I lost someone important to me”.

“I'm sorry, Bish”.

“Yeah, me too. But things happen for a reason, isn't it?”

Briefly nodding, you're able to see him smiling again. A sleepy grin disappears after a short second. Closing his eyes again, the man sinks his face into the crook of your neck, holding you closer under his grip to his body. The soft gasp escaping his lips, after taking a breath of your sweet smells, makes you giggle because of the tickles.

But that bubble explodes when your phone rings. Normally, no one calls you before two at noon and it couldn't be this late.

“Don't answer, please…”

“Just lemme check who it is”.

Tossing a hand over your head, palming the nightstand until finding the phone, you place it in front of your head. Unknown number. You don't recognize it. Frowning confused, you poke Bishop's cheek to make him look at it. Seems like he recognizes it by the way he has to roll his eyes. Lying on his back and grabbing it, he slides his thumb over the screen to pick up the call.

“(Y/N)?”

“It's Obispo”.

“Jesus fucking Christ, brother, I'm too fucking old for these games. Been looking for you since yesterday morning, about having a heart attack”.

“Don't be dramatic, Taza… How the hell 'you have (Y/N)'s number? Actually, how the hell 'you know her?” Looking at you, the only thing you do is shrug confused. You haven't heard about this man in your life.

“I know you better than yourself, you should know it already”.

“I'm going to hang up”.

“Hey, hey, wait! You okay?”

“I was fucking okay till you call, enjoy my seat today”.

Not giving the man at the other side of the speaker the chance to respond, Bishop finishes the call, leaving the phone on the nightstand behind him.

“How did you know where I live?” You can't help but ask, showing up your curiosity.

“I went to the bar, hoping you were there. But your boss told me you were free, so I ended up threatening him to earn your address. He didn't want to tell me”.

“Maybe he thought you were a psycho”.

“Or a Mayan”.

“Yeah, that gang of Chicanos is pretty crazy too”.

“I hate that fucking name”.

Hearing Bishop laughing for the first time in a week makes you feel some nice shivers traveling your body, resting a leg over his lap and fitting your body to his.

“I came to you because you always cheer me up. No matter what. And I don't know how you do it, but I don't want you to stop”.

Lying by his side and placing a hand on the back of your thigh, to keep your leg over his, the Mexican slides his free arm under your neck with so much care.

“I like to see you happy, to see you smiling. It isn't something I can avoid”.

“What else you can't avoid?”

“The desire of asking you to stay”.

“I'm going to stay if you want me to stay”.

“What if I ask you to kiss me?”

Leaning towards you, the response doesn't wait. At first, Bishop just presses his lips against yours. A soft cramp that bristles your skin completely. Soon, your lips start to move slowly in sync, tasting each other, cutting off your breathings. It is better than you have fantasized sometimes while talking with him sitting on the bar and sharing old whisky in the small hours. And he feels good too, even if he continues carrying the sorrow because of his recent loss, knowing that he has won you somehow.

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"Black Magic" *Part 5*

Heyyy ladies and gents, I might go out later but I'm gonna post a FEW chapters tonight, see if I can get them edited fast enough. I want to try and do a "day" a chapter, if you know what I mean.

Also- Really?! No one said anything about the Raul reference?! Was it too cheesy? Also there was a Charmed reference in there if you missed it.

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You couldn't wait to get to work the next day. You rushed through the lobby and bounded into Rafael's office. He was standing there talking to Liv. Oh god. They both turned and stared at your dramatic entrance.

"Uh….Y/N, are you ok?" Rafael asked you with a bit of concern in his tone.

"Oh yeah no I'm fine Rafa," you nervously smiled, and to your horror his face became even more confused.

"I'm sorry, did you just call me Rafa?" He raised an eyebrow, glancing at Liv, who had a triumphant smile on her face. He didn't remember. It was over.

"I knew it…" she whispered with a smirk.

"Knew what?" Rafael turned to her

"....I knew she'd try to get friendly with you, she's had a crush on you forever," Olivia quickly came up with a diabolical plan on the spot. Your face fell, you felt yourself turning pale as he turned back to you.

“Is that true, Y/N?” He asked you point blank.

"I...I…" you stammered, unable to think of how to get out of this situation. Then you saw his thermos.

"I'll get your morning coffee, boss," you went and grabbed the thermos off his desk, then hurried out the door, slamming it behind you. You tried desperately not to cry as you headed down to the break room.

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"Liv that was a little harsh," Rafael gave her a look, nothing the evil smile she had.

"What? She was being insubordinate! Calling you Rafa like that…"

"Right because only you can call me that," He smirked.

"Well I'm the only one who does," she pointed out. "And we're so close, she must have thought of she stated calling you that maybe you'd fall for her.”

"...you're nutty you know that?” He shook his head with a laugh.

“But you love me anyway,”. She gave him a tongued smiled.

"I do," he chuckled, gripping her hands .

----.

In the break room you tried to calm yourself down before going back up to Rafael’s office. You focused on what Chloe has said last night. He was already in love with you. You just had to draw it out

That was going to be exceptionally difficult now that Olivia knew you had done something. She's never gonna leave you alone with him. No she has to. I mean what is she gonna do, stay in his office all day? You'd just wait until she left. You filled his coffee and returned to his office this time knocking before you went in.

“Come in,” You heard him call through the door. You went in to see Liv had left. You looked up at the sky and mouthed a “THANK YOU.”.

"Here you are Mr. Barba." You handed him the coffee nervously.

"....Y'know I kind of liked it when you called me Rafa, Y/N." He gave you a smile. But not the normal office smile you were so used to...it was a smile you had only seen yesterday. Maybe….

"Oh. Um, yeah sure ok ...Rafa," you smiled back.

"I'm sorry I haven't said it before. I guess I shouldn't be so…"

"Snobbish," you chuckled remembering yesterday. Then suddenly remembered HE didn't remember yesterday. You looked at his once again stunned face, and you once again slapped your hands over your mouth.

"Oh god I am so--” You started to apologize, but to your relief he slowly started chucking that soon turned into a full laugh.

"Yeah, something like that." He shook his head while still laughing. He looked at you, catching your glance. He stopped laughing and just stared at you for a long moment.

I need you to remember today….

"...Do I have something on my face?" You started to rub your face embarrassed.

"No, I just…." He narrowed his eyes, inspecting your face as if he was trying to recall something. "I think I...I had a dream about you last night,"

You blushed, your heart fluttered. This was it, it was happening. It was really happening

"A good dream, I hope," you joked, trying to keep calm.

"The best," he smiled dreamily. Your face lit up, was it REALLY happening? Right now?

"Rafa, I--" You started to go for it.

"I'm sorry I don't know why I said it like that," he shook his head with a laugh. "I'm sure it was nice though,"

Nope. Not now.

"Right, I'm sure," you smiled, trying to hide the fact that you were dying inside.

"Are you okay?" He was actually paying enough attention to you to realize you were faking it

"What...yeah no I'm fine," you lied. "I just um, I didn't sleep well last night,"

"Oh. Well, feel free to make yourself something from my machine," he offered. He had never offered that before, his machine was too precious and too expensive to waste on anyone else.

"...Seriously? But that thing is your baby," You asked him astonished.

"...Something tells me I've been too focused on my 'things' lately," He chuckled.

"Oh well thank you sir,"

"Rafa carino, por favor," he said nonchalantly, then immediately stopped and looked at his desk in shock that those words fell out of his mouth so easily. You started at him equally shocked. Maybe this would be easier than you thought. You decided to run with it, maybe prodding more memories

"What's that mean?" You quickly asked. He stared at you for a second, still trying to figure out why he had called you that.

"It um--," he cleared his throat nervously. "Nothing," he lied. "It's just a word like amigo or kid"

Your face scrunched. Why would he lie? This is it. This is why you didn't know before. He's been trying to hide it!!!!!

"No it doesn't," You challenged him. What were you doing?! Was it totally smart to provoke him like this? What if he fired you?

"I'm sorry?” He asked, stunned.

“It means honey or sweetie, it's a term of endearment," You spit back the explanation he gave you yesterday.

“How do you know that…?” He was beyond suspicious.

How indeed. You raced your brain trying to think of a plausible reason.

“My best friend is Latina. She calls me that all the time,” You lied. Well, kind of lied. Chloe was Latina and spoke spanish, but she had never called you carino.

“….Then why did you ask me what it meant?” He kept suspicions.

“I wanted to see if you'd admit it,” You smirked at him. He was shocked. You had never been so informal with him, so bold, so snarky.

“….What has gotten into you, Miss y/l/n?” He suddenly asked you in a very “boss” like voice. Shit. He was pulling rank on you. You pushed too far.

"I…" Your smirk fell, your voice fell soft.

"That must have been some shit sleep you got. I suggest you go get caffeinated, compose yourself and come back more professional," He spat.

“...Y-yes sir.” You bolted out of the office.

As soon as you were gone, Rafael began to pace in his office. Why had he called you that? And so casually and easily? He was usually so careful about showing you any kind of favoritism or affection, it was highly unprofessional. And besides, you were too young for him. He couldn't be like a kid with a crush.

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After you came back you both kept quiet and professional. Exchanging only pleasantries and things, Both lost in your own insecurities and feelings. Finally at the end of the day you went into his office quietly .

“Well if you didn't need anything else sir, I'm going to take off.,” You said meekly.

“Y/N wait,” he got up and walked up to you. "I'm sorry about this morning, I misspoke and I shouldn't have taken it out on you,���

“Oh.” You weren't thrilled that he stuck to his denial of feelings, but at least he was chill again

“Oh it's fine,” you talked nervously.” I should have never been so flippant,”

“No no, actually it was quite refreshing,” he smiled. “You're usually so quiet and timid, I like this side of you,” He stroked your hair, then instantly realized what he was doing and stepped back. What was happening?!

“Ahem so I’ll see you--” He started to say goodbye, but he noticed a penguin charm you had dangling off your phone in your hand.

“Penguins,” He whispered.

“I’m sorry?” Your heart fluttered again.

“I love penguins,” He just said softly, almost as if in a trance.

“I know,” You went for it again.

“What? How do you know that?” The moment fleeted again, his memory long gone.

“Oh um,” You bit your lip. “I mean, who doesn’t love penguins? They’re adorable,”

“Indeed,” He nodded with a smile. “Always so dapper in their--

“Tuxedos,” You finished his thought. He stared at you in shock for the fiftieth time that day, but once again it flushed into a beautiful smile.

“Right,” He nodded again, still smiling.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Rafa," You smiled, a genuine flirty smile. At this rate you'd be right back where you were yesterday in no time.

Rafael just stood staring at the door after you left. What were you doing to him?

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As he walked out of his office, Olivia met him at the door, holding a cup of coffee.

"An apology latte," she smiled apologetically.

"I should get mad at you more often," he chuckled, taking and sipping the latte. He made a face.

"What?" Olivia's face turned to panic.

"Nothing, just kind of a weird aftertaste," he shrugged.

"Oh maybe they decaff’d you," she laughed nervously.

“Maybe…” He stared at the cup suspiciously.

“How about dinner? On me?” She offered, hoping to distract him.

“Sure….” He shook off his suspicion and smiled at her.

They walked arm in arm, Rafael was oblivious to the evil smile crawling across Olivia's lips.

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You went home floating on cloud nine. When you walked in the door Chloe was folding her laundry. When she saw you she smiled hugely at the door.

“So.. how did it go?” She grabbed your hand and pulled you to your couch.

“It was amazing. He didn't remember yesterday, but I think he has some idea of what happened. And I think it's drawing his feelings out!!” You clapped your hands together wildly.

“Girl that's awesome!” She giggled. “Well tomorrow you'll just have to look amazing. See if you can draw more out,” She grinned.

You went to bed feeling more hopeful than you had in a long time.

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[jaefmin]

Treat you better | N.Jm

Treat you better - Na Jaemin

↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ Synopsis: It's your stupid, ugly and imperfect body that's giving up right before attending an important meeting with your boss. This could give you a promotion, but your body's in a state to just lay in bed all day. Will you be able to get to the meeting?

↳ WC: 2.7k

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↳ Pairing: caretaker!Jaeminx fem!reader [sick!reader]

↳ Genre: fluff, angst, fever, humor (if you notice mine😭), friend!au, anxiety, childhood!friends, tattooed!Jaemin sadlkf they don't even kiss-

↳ Synopsis: It's your stupid, ugly and imperfect body that's giving up right before attending an important meeting with your boss. This could give you a promotion, but your body's in a state to just lay in bed all day. Will you be able to get to the meeting?

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As soon as you're about to pass out from exhaustion, someone knocks at your room's door. Not now. Please. You're barely left with the energy to open your eyes. Your eyelids feel heavy, but soon lift up wide awake when the person enters your room. Those usual creaky sounds of the doors reach your ears only to make you quiver, and, you're blessed with a sight of a pale faced man, hair neatly arranged on his face with a worried expression. Your eyes fall on the man's outfit, a pair of cargos, with a black shirt covering his torso. His facial features seem pleasuring- beautiful orbs with round specs, muscular hands, and beautiful tattoos on them. You immediately recognize the man by his tattoos, and he seems to recognize you too. His appearance disgusts you now that you've realized him. But it's too late to analyze and hate the man in front of you more deeply. Before knowing anything more, you fall asleep.

You feel a hard splash on your face, and in seconds, and you're wide awake. A chill runs down your spine and you begged for the person to have thrown warm water on you. Your eyes witness a standing Jaemin, with a mug of water in his hands. His tattoos attract your eyes towards them, and you can't help but stare at them. "So this is how long it takes to wake you up? I've been shaking you for the past half hour and you are like some big old chimpanzee that doesn't feel anything when an ant's trying to move it." Jaemin baffles. "Hey!" You stammer "Anyways, why are you here?" You ask back. It was oddly strange of Jaemin to be here. "Some man called Jaehyun sent me here. I'm originally taking care of old sick people in an old-age home, but Jaehyun told me about your situation. Trust me, I didn't expect it to be you." Jaemin explained in a high tone. He paused a bit after a comeback again. "And If your condition's hell, then didn't you think of paying the doctor a visit?" His tone seemed like he was sick because of you, and he was criticizing you for even breathing. "That's not how you talk to a sick person." You stood up in your defense "Yeah yeah. 'Sweetie, would you like to visit the doctor? 'Cause I really think we should go there.'" Jaemin mocked you, and you could really see the same young, frustrated Jaemin in him. "You haven't changed at all, have you?"

Jaemin made sure you were seated properly in the car. He drove the seatbelt around you and continued to the driver's seat. He turned on the heater, and asked "So, what's wrong? When did you get your fever?" His tone seemed to have calmed a little bit. "Yesterday night. I had a headache, the night was full of surprises every hour." You replied to him in a voice low pitched. "Don't worry we'll get you all fine. And Jaehyun told me that you had a really important meeting... Or something like that? Would you like to tell me more about it?" Jaemin asked. "Oh yeah, there's a personal meet my boss wants to host with me. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have exaggerated it, only if it wasn't in Vegas." You ended with a sad tone, knowing that you'll never make it in there. And losing your job... for another season of hunger games until you get the next one. You sighed. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll take you there." Jaemin boldly let out.

"No need to worry Y/N. You're absolutely fine. It's just a viral. All those bacteria are kinda fighting inside your tummy, and you've gotta let the good one win and then bam! Y/N's all back!" Jaemin exclaimed. "Which one's the good one?" You ask him only to have been receiving a weird reply from him. At first, he stammered a bit, and then let out. "Not like you're gonna go and dance with pom-poms inside your tummy to cheer them up. Do you even know how much Jaehyun exaggerated it?" He immediately changed the subject. He kept on talking, and indistinct sounds entered in your ears as you were in your own world, lost, thinking something. Although a smile did appear on your face upon hearing Jaehyun's name, and how he'd taken care of you. He was the best colleague ever, and you had your own little crush on him.

"J-Jaemin?"

"Yes?"

"I really need to clean up my bedroom. You've witnessed how soiled it is. Would you mind doing that for me?"

"While you will...?"

"...Watch the telly?"

......

"Alright, JUST because you're sick. Keep in mind I don't really be so kind to people like you. I hate those years when you're in your twenties. A big judgmental couch potato stuck to your screen."

"Well, you are in your twenties?" You replied after calculating a bit. "Not for long." Jaemin replied. "A decade passes like this." He snapped his fingers to indicate how the years pass, and you seemed to be fascinated with his answers. You knew the old Jaemin, the one that used to bully you in high school, but this one seems interesting. Feels like he's gotten over the series of unfortunate events that you both went across. His aura was different. The kind that would make you jump into his personality's fathomless ocean, and plunge into it. Somehow, he made you feel like he had changed a bit, but at the same time likewise the old Jaemin. The days you spent together, the fights both of you had, all those memories kept haunting you. You never forgot what he meant to you. "Earth to Y/N?" Jaemin snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked back at the tattooed man. "I'm not going to clean up your room." "What?!?! Why?!?" You stood and stared at the air, thinking what happened to your voice. It got harder, huskier, a sense of cough in it. Before you knew it, you were coughing your lungs out like crazy, and that just made Jaemin panic. He started going around in circles, and you immediately asked him to bring water because you knew he wasn't going to do that on his own. "Alright, shh calm down. Relax. Here's your pill. Have it and take rest." Jaemin shortly laid you on the bed after that. His face was on top of yours, and he was about to get your medicines to you, when you felt it coming. You were about to cough. You were trying your best to control it, but Jaemin wouldn't stop lecturing you on relaxing.

Bam.

"UGH!! GROSS Y/N!!!!!!" Jaemin's face was a masterpiece from down where you were looking from. After a couple- err well a lot of 'ewws', 'ughs', 'you're so damn gross' , 'who would want to even take care of you', he finally calmed down.

"What kind of person coughs on the face of their own caretakers?" Jaemin asked after wiping his face for the tenth time. "Face-cougher." You were all giggly and jolly before hearing that name. "Excuse me?" You said. "What's wrong, Face-cougher?" You did not like the new nickname. "You did not call me that." "Yes I just did, face-cougher." Jaemin replies and you are not staying quiet in this. "Y/N is a face-cougher!! Face-cougher!!" Jaemin started teasing and that's all you were taking.

Another bam.

And it isn't good this time too.

This time, you landed right on Jaemin. He put the couch cushions for his defense, but the anger inside you told you to throw the cushion and throttle him right away. And you decided to do that. Of course, not the whole 'throttling' part. He was quick enough to find another good defense. This one was a vessel, the one he decided to cook pasta for you in, but that never progressed further more than deciding. So, physically preparing yourself, you grabbed the spatula and dashed towards Jeno. A thought tingled inside you and you tried to push it away, but it forced you to look at it.

You're sick, Y/N.

You almost forgot about that. Your body was filled with a wave of energy to fight back. This thought didn't last too long, and not before you're outta the dreamy world and back at Jaemin. You were right above him right now. Jaemin immediately used his defense, the closed side facing towards you. You hit the vessel making a loud noise, and it sort of felt that you were getting your panic attack again. It hadn't been a long time since you knew that your spatula wouldn't last against his vessel and now you didn't even have the time to go and change again. He took the advantage of your a-bit-too-late-realization and pounced over you. "Damn it! Is this how girls are when they're sick?!?! Oh pity those male doctors!!" It was kinda weird to hear these things from a guy's mouth, but you knew what an anti-girl person Jaemin was. It reminded you of your colleague Jungkook, who had the same behavior towards girls. Jaemin's arm slipped over, and he landed right on you. There was a worried expression on his face, to get close to you again, a fear of whether you might 'bam' him or not again. He immediately held you for support, but your body was doing nothing other than feeling weak- no mood to stay strong, so you got pulled away with Jaemin. He landed on ground with his back facing it, and had you in a such a position that his body was pressed against yours. Jaemin's face was centimeters apart from yours, and it reminded you of this days when he used to hold you this close. You both stayed still in the moment, processing what just happened. He waited a while, before he stretched out his hand to cup your face. He stroked your skin with his soft hands, a feeling of shiver running down your spine. "Everything's still the same, Y/N." Jaemin muttered. "I'll be here."

"Alright, have this, you'll be fine within half an hour." Jaemin gave you a huge tablet. "Are you sure?" You asked, nervousness filling you up. "Yes, the doctor's prescribed it.'' After having the medicine, you had a nice sleep while He cleaned up your room, and you woke up around six. "Morning, sleeping beauty." Jaemin's voice was heard across the room. Its like he knew that you were going to wake up right at this moment. Freaky how he does that.

Does he have to get back the flirting mode on? You rub your eyes, and try to get up, but due to the weakness inside, you fall back. Jaemin immediately notices and rushes towards you. "Does the medicine make you feel any better?" He asks, a caring tone occupying his voice. He puts his hand under your waist and tries to get you up, the bridal style. "What are you doing!? Move!" You shove his hand away, a stiffness taking shield over your body. "What? I was helping you get up." You saw the innocence in his voice and calmed down a bit. "It's alright, I can handle that."

He gives you a perplexed look and turns to the soft toy in his hand. "Alright, but I must admit, you have a great soft toy collection." Jaemin faces you again, this time with puppy eyes.

"NO. You're not going anywhere with Dolphie. Keep it back."

He turns towards the shelf while mumbling something to himself.

...

"HEY! I'M NOT A MEANIE!"

Jaemin left the dolphin on the shelf and your eyes were forced to shift their gaze towards the whole room. It was way cleaner than you could ever keep it. Everything was finally clean, not dust-coated as it used to stay. Your study table attracted your attention- looking brand new, as if it were just made yesterday. Jaemin must have some experience of helping old age people with their stuff back at his old house. "Wow. It's... pretty." You complimented his efforts. He smiles to you and lays over your bed. "You have pretty great stuff."

"I liked your journal the best."

You felt like throwing yourself outside the window. Or, it might be great to take him in too so he doesn't go around telling everybody about your crushes. "Literally, Y/N," You weren't prepared for what's next. What's he going to reveal? The time you crushed on your math teacher? Or when you imagined a boy naked? But what came out was way worse than all of the book.

"You had a wet dream with me?"

Oh no. Out of all of it this one was what he asked? The tension on your face rose up, blood rushing up to your cheeks. He looked at you and smirked. "Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I've read all of it." You couldn't handle a second before you smashed a pillow right at him. He took it by surprise, and actually got hit by the pillows. "Do girls hit people when they're shy?"

Crackhead.

A thought rose up in your mind. "Yes. They do. And if you get them too shy they might even stab you." Jaemin mocked a scared look on his face and then went, "Heh. You and your stupid girl jokes." You quickly needed something against him... a secret, maybe. You try to recall something embarrassing that he told you, and it strikes faster than you thought.

"I think you might die."

Jaemin's face was left expressionless, "Oh, all because I read your journal and now you're gonna stab me?"

"Close, but not exact."

Before you could tell him the exact reason why he might die, he pulls out a pink book, and turns out, it's nothing but your journal.

"Y/N-" Before any word could come out of that beautiful mouth of this crackhead, you reach out to grab the book from his hands. It seems like he doesn't even want to try, and you have the book in your hands within a flash.

You keep the book with you, hugging it as tight as possible, so that even if he tries to make a grab at it, he would fail. He lays down on your bed, the body-fit shirt hugging him tight. It seemed like his mood had completely changed. He chuckles, "You're still the same, you know? Nothing has changed." He held out your hand. Was he trying to change the topic?

You try to indulge into the conversation, asking "How? Everything has changed over the last decade."

Jaemin had changed completely, and that fact made you think that he would feel the same towards you. You saw a sense of maturity, more of responsibility in him. Ever since both of you separated, it had been hard to move on, every day and night spent in grief. But as usual, life strung the both of you along with it, and you both followed. You suddenly had flashbacks, that night in the club, the pool party... you immediately shook your head, wanting to forget all of the embarrassing moments of your life.

"Y/N, You know that the meeting's tomorrow, right?" Jaemin's face grew serious. "Do you have any idea how you're going to manage?" There was a tone of worriedness in his words. "C'mon! I almost became your wrestle buddy! I can handle it!! I'll just gulp down some of my medicines, and I'll be okay." Your conditions were streets ahead after you got some sleep. Everything felt finer, specially when you woke up to the perfect sight of the room you never had. You played with Jaemin's fingers and then reached out for his arms. You assured him, "Everything's going to be fine, only if I can control myself for puking on you." Not being able to control yourself, you giggled at Jaemin's widened eyes.

"I'm going to wear plastic on me then." You burst out into fits of laughter, "Like JYP?" Jaemin smiled upon you, "Yes."

After all of this, you were sure the trip would be fun, and you probably won't upload the next season of hunger games.

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My New Boss Part 7

Author note: So, first of all, I wanted to say I'm doing this because I want to learn my spelling, because English is not my mother language and because I enjoy it. If you find any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Please kindly inform me about them, I would be happy. Thank you and now have fun reading! :)

Inspired by: the series: what's wrong with secretary Kim (I haven't taken over everything, just a little. The rest consists of my ideas.)

GIF: My own

Who is the real bad guy?

He looks at Alex and grabs his throat.

"Touch her again and I'll break yer fuckin fingers"

He squeezes his throat and Alex immediately raises his hands

"Boss! boss! stop! I did not do anything! When you were Holding her, her top slipped so I wanted to close her jacket, Ethan let go of Alex's throat and says

"Sairy. I got it wrong."

Alex walks past him and slams his shoulder against Ethan's shoulder

"You are crazy"

He says when he goes out.

It can't be that I misunderstood that. I could swear I saw him pull her top down. But maybe it's also because I'm drunk too. I went to her and closed her jacket without looking at her chest. I closed a button and went to her feet, which I freed from her shoes. I took the blanket and put it on her. I took the pillow and slowly lifted her head. I touch her forehead to make sure that she is fine then I check the pulse on her neck and my eyes wandered to her lips. I looked at her lips and her face until I heard the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. I looked away and held my chest. I wondered why I was getting so warm so I took off my suit jacket and my shoes. I opened a few buttons from my shirt and then lay down on the couch. With the thought of what an exhausting evening it was, I fell asleep soundly.

Kim's POV:

I got up and wondered where I am when I suddenly saw Ethan putting a tray of food on the table for me. "Boss? What are you doing here?"

I say asleep. He kneels and looked so handsome. His hair was still wet and he was wearing a black shirt that was tight around his arms with gray sweatpants.

He puts a hand on my knee and says smiling at me

“Ya got drunk yesterday, Mrs. Legacy. I wanted to drive ya home but ya fell asleep in tha middle of tha drive and since I dinnae know how ya will be tha next day I let ya sleep on tha couch in ma office. I dinnae want to go to sleep with tha thought tha yer might feel bad or what might happen to ya on tha way home"

I rub my eyes and say

"Thank you, I think that's cute of you."

Suddenly my head hurts and I moan in pain.

“Eat and drink something. If tha pain doesn't go away, I'll give ya some pain killers"

Why is he like that to me? I can remember exactly what I said to him that evening. He watches what he says to me, how he treats me. He cares about me and thinks about me. Why can't he just tell me that he loves me? Or does he not. Because in the evening it didn't look like he had any feelings for me.

He was standing in front of me and I blushed when I looked at his gray sweatpants. He knows exactly that women get weak. And he knows exactly that it is early in the morning and that his friend is awake down there.

He took the plate and cup and put them away. I got up and first straighten my top which had slipped under.

In the middle of work, Alex comes towards me.

"Hey, Kim! Great evening yesterday. I don't want to get too close to you, but are you and Ethan together? ”My eyes went wide and I immediately yelled back

"WHAT! No!? How do you come up with something like that now!!!"

He looks at me in amazement and scratches the back of his head.

"Oh well. Ethan grabbed my throat tight yesterday and strangled me because he thought when I wanted to cover you up that I pulled your top-down for you. "

My hands lost touch and my pen fell on the table

"Strangled? The boss strangled you? "

I say back in astonishment.

"Yes. Groundless"

I thought I was dreaming

“No, we are not together. I don't even know how you come up with it. It's unbelievable ”I say and Alex walked then away when he noticed how amazed I was.

"Is that how you treat your employees ?!"

I scream in the room.

Ethan looks up at me from his desk and says

"Pardon?"

I walk closer to his desk and slap my hand hard on it.

"I asked is that how you treat your employees like that? Just to strangle her for no reason"

He looks over at me and slowly squeezes his fist

"I dinnae strangle him for no reason and that's between me and Alex. Tha is none of ya business"

When I heard the sound of his voice, I got angry and turned around.

Immediately a hand grabs my arm and turns me around

"Mrs. Legacy. I'm sorry!. I didn't mean to answer so disrespectfully. Somethin happened between me and Alex and I can't tell ya. I hope ya understand"

I go up to him and slap him in the face

"What? That you pulled my top down to do things to me that I shouldn't know about it."

He looks at me immediately and takes a step closer

"Excuse me? Is that what he told ya. Tha... I.."

I look at him and say

"I don't even want to know what you wanted to do to me. Fortunately, Alex came in otherwise something would have happened."

He takes a step back and says

"I could never do that to ya. Why do ya say such a bad thing? Have I ever bothered ya or harassed ya? Why do ya say something such hurtful"

I saw from his body language that he really wouldn't do anything to me. The two of us were alone so often he could have done something to me. But he didn't. That's why I noticed that it hurt him and he was telling the truth but I still wanted to continue with it.

I reply

"and why not? Yesterday in the toilet I saw how much you like me"

He looks up at me and says

“Ya dinnae understand. I was drunk and so were ya"

I laugh and say

"Yes, it was clear. You blame it on alcohol"

I walked out and just thought to myself

"Typical men"

I don't know why I was blind. My head was pissed off but my heart was pure. My feelings got stronger and stronger the more I was next to him.

I liked that he didn't kiss me because I was drunk. That showed what his real face was. But something in me wanted to annoy him more so that he would finally show me what he feels for me because I'm head to toe in love with my own boss.

Ethan POV:

I went to Alex and closed the door

"We both know what ya did yesterday. what a fucking greasy scumbag animal are ya that ya go to Kim and ya say tha I pulled her top down."

I grabbed his collar and say

"This is ma very last warning. Ya are only here because ya work. I would have thrown ya out long ago. Touch her again or stay closer to her and I swear to god tha I will tear ya to fucking pieces and leave ya bleeding on tha fucking floor. If ya go to her after this conversation ya. Ya can assure yourself that I will fucking visit ya today. I'm tha boss here. Ya is tha last person anyone would believe and dinnae forget. We have cameras here. I have proof. "

I let go of him and he says

"Understood. I need my job. I have to feed my family. You need me. Please"

I close the button on my suit jacket and say

"Then don't screw up yer future and come to yourself. Or I have to destroy yer life. Don't makes me do it. Cause I don't fucking play."

I slowly leave the room and kept my pissed look in his eyes. I think I scared him enough. I came out and smiled at myself.

When I was in my office I got an email that made me smile even more

Kims POV:

When I walked back to his office because he called me he said

"I have stressful news"

I say

"Oh god. What is it?"

He comes closer and says

"We have to fill out and sign papers continuously for 3 days."

I take a deep breath and he says

"Thats why. That's why ye have to spend tha next 3 days with me"

I held my breath

"WHAT!? No. No thanks. You are not serious, are you? "

He looks at me seriously and says

“Do I look like I'm fucking joking? Ye dinnae damn sleep next to me! Ya sleep in tha gesture room, which is far from mine. "

I cross my arms and say

"How many girls were there already"

He coughs and says

"Excuse me!? Did ya just say that I take women home with me?This is the first time and definitely the last time that I will let my secretary sleep with me."

"You don't look like you aren't taking a woman with you."

I say and look up at him from below which made him nervous.

He pulled on his tie and loosened it.

"I'm not going to talk to ya about ma private life. Not about who I take with me and why"

I go closer to him and stand right in front of his face

"Why not? Did you suggest it would take me away from you?"

He destroys his tie again and takes his cell phone. He shows me the email and I take it and read it over.

"There. ya have yer confirmation tha ya will be tha first. And besides, I don't know wha ya think we're going to do besides work"

I put his cell phone on his desk and grab his tie to straighten it.

He takes a step back and I take a step closer. Then I push him to the window and he looks at me

"Mr. Jackson. I also talk about work"

I say and adjust his jacket.

He smiles at me and let his dimples peek out.

"Don't start something tha ya can't finish Mrs. Legacy"

he says, putting his hands in his pocket while he's still leaning on the glass.

I run my hand through my hair and say

"Oh believe me. I'm finishing what I'm starting. I don't know if you will do the same."

I swing my hips as I walked to the door

"I always finish when I start somethin. See ya later. Ms. Legacy"

he says to me and winks at the end.

I closed the door and my heart held a rock concert again. It never got used to the hot, sexy, attractive man in this dangerous office.

I was proud of myself that I took a step to show him that I want him and it looks like he wants me too.

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Undercover | Will Halstead (part 2)

Pairing: Will Halstead x Ruzek!reader

Word count: 1,777

Summary: Y/N is Adam Ruzek's sister but she is also very good at being undercover. Her aptitudes are very good for a cop, except she isn't one. One night she chooses the erroneous target and everything starts to go wrong.

Warnings: none.

Part 1

The Chicago police intelligence unit used to catch every criminal that it set out to catch. The other officers thought it was easy, but they never saw the work before the arrest. Searching for information, gathering facts, talking to informants. None of the superiors took into consideration their hard work, which was not done alone. Each and every one of the detectives in charge of Sergeant Voight put in their greatest effort to make the teamwork pay off.

But on this particular day, Detective Jay Halstead could not concentrate. His phone kept vibrating in his pants pocket, and that was something everyone had noticed.

"Halstead, are you with us?" Voight's gaze settled on him.

"Of course, sergeant."

"Well, tell that to your cell phone."

The boy's face turned red instantly because of the embarrassment he felt about being exposed by the boss, in front of all his buddies. He took out his smartphone and hid it under his desk, ready to kill the one who kept calling.

He was surprised to see that it was his brother Will.

«Stop bothering» He wrote the text as fast as he could and sent it. He immediately got a response.

«We need to talk. NOW. »

Millions of ideas crossed his mind about what might be happening and none of them was good. It could be his father. Will wouldn't bother him if it wasn't something important. He knew very well that he was at his workplace.

His thoughts must have been transferred to his face because when he raised his head, everyone, in the room was looking at him.

"Jay, do you need to go outside?" This time Voight wasn't being ironic, he was being supportive. The ex-soldier nodded to go somewhere away from the rest. "Thank you, sergeant" he said.

Once alone, he started calling.

"Will" his voice came out like a sigh as soon as his brother answered the call, "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I don't know" he answered. Jay didn't know how to interpret his tone of voice. "I'm so angry, how could I be so stupid!"

"Wait, wait" he tried to calm him down. "What are you talking about?"

The man on the other end of the line kept yelling things the detective couldn't understand. He asked him to calm down, one more time. "I have to tell you everything."

"It's all right."

"I've been robbed" there was a deep silence on the call. "Not on the street, not in the hospital. In my house. By a girl I met in a club."

Jay rolled his eyes. "I really can't believe you called me to talk about this. Report the lost property and get over it. It'll give you experience."

"You don't get it. It wasn't just a robbery. It was all planned, Jay. She injected me with some kind of substance to put me to sleep. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. She's turned the whole department upside down."

The detective didn't even let him finish. "It's okay. We're working on a case now but when you finish your shift at the hospital come down to the station so we can try to reconstruct his face and get an arrest warrant. Are you happy with that?"

"I don't know" Will finished the call and of course he wasn't happy with his brother's response. Meanwhile, he went back to Voight and the rest of the team.

Erin Lindsey was standing in front of the board. The images that were on it had been taped there a few minutes ago. "Julio Mamani. He belongs to the Latin Gods. We've seen him and his people before, but they had always gone unnoticed. They've cooperated with the police a few times." She said, pointing to the man in the first photo.

She stepped forward and pointed to the next photo. "Andrés Rivera. He has worked with the Latin Gods, but he separated from them in 2016. Our informants say Mamani and Rivera had fought and Mamani forced him out of Chicago. But one of Antonio's informants claims she's seen him come back."

"Do you trust her, Antonio?" Hank asked the dark-haired detective.

He nodded. "She's never lied to me. Her information has always been true."

"The question is, why is Rivera back right now?" continued Erin, trying to develop the information as clearly as possible. "If he left almost without a fight before, what's so important that he came back to face Mamani?"

Adam Ruzek stepped forward so that he could ask. "And why do we think Rivera came back for Mamani? I mean, maybe he forgot something the last time he was in Chicago."

"We know from this" She pointed to a picture with very low quality. The first thing you saw at first glance was the pixels. You could see that it was a cargo truck. The second thing you could see was the kilos of cocaine that the members of Latin Gods were taking out of the truck. "This image was obtained by Mouse from the security camera of a nearby pharmacy. All this cocaine, we could count at least 20 kilos, belonged to Rivera. He's been smuggling it into Chicago's Mamani areas for at least three years."

"We think Rivera's back to take down Mamani" Antonio stood up and joined Erin. "We're not sure, as I said, it's a theory."

Olinsky, from his hidden desk, made an important point. "And if Rivera ends up with Mamani, a gang fight will break out."

"Exactly" Erin finished. "And we can't let that happen."

Hank Voight nodded. He stood up, ready to give the orders.

"Halstead and Lindsay, find out everything you can about Rivera. I want to know every step he's taken in the last four years" the sergeant pointed them out. Then he turned to Ruzek and Atwater. "You two concentrate on Mamani. Find out about the places he usually hangs out. If Rivera goes looking for him, he'll probably do the same. Al, come with me."

Sergeant Platt appeared in the room accompanied by a red-haired man. He was wearing medical clothing and his face was unsettled.

"Halstead, your brother is here," said the woman, then she turned and walked out.

"Yes, thank you, sergeant."

Will Halstead joined his brother. He welcomed him with a smile, mocking him. "So... How are you?"

"Stop mocking me, Jay. I'm telling you, I'm serious. "

They weren't alone in the room. Erin Lindsey and Kevin Atwater were with the brothers. They both said hello, curious to know what was going on. It was the woman who asked first. Jay went ahead and answered.

"My brother had a problem with a girl."

"It wasn't my problem!"

"Atwater, how many girls you meet in bars do you take home?"

He didn't want to answer, but he didn't have time because Will beat him to it.

"I met this girl at a club, we had a couple of drinks and went to my apartment. I woke up today with the whole place a mess and no credit cards. I took a blood test" he pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket. "She injected me with midazolam."

"That's what you get for wanting to take every woman you see to the bed" he went back to bother him. "Kevin, could you help us make a portrait of her?"

Atwater nodded and got on with it. Erin took her notebook. "Tell us everything you remember about her."

"She was blonde, long hair, brown eyes. She must have been in her twenties, twenty-two. She was British. She said she arrived in Chicago just yesterday."

The woman was writing while the man was drawing on the tablet. Jay looked at him to ask him a question. "Did she tell you her name? Anything about where she was staying?"

Will snorted. He put his hands to his head, slowly denying. "She told me to call her «Agatha Christie» "

Then Jay and Kevin broke up in a fit of laughter. So much that Atwater had to put the tablet down to keep it from slipping out of his hands. Lindsey didn't copy them, though. "Come on, Erin. Don't pretend you're not amused."

"I am not really," she said, rereading her notes over and over again. "She just got to Chicago and the first thing she does is go to a club and make out with a guy?"

"That may not be your type, Erin, but hers is."

The woman bit her lower lip. She shook her head. "No, all of this is odd to me."

Atwater got in the way. "What do you think? Looked like her?" He showed him what the picture looked like. Will pointed out a couple of details and after the corrections, the man was sure of the picture.

"Yes, it looks like her" he suddenly seemed to remember something. He put his hand in one pocket and tried to find something, but without success, and then he went back to the other one.

Ruzek entered the room. He had a folder full of papers and looked ecstatic. "Hey, you won't believe what Mouse and I... Oh, hi, Will!" He walked over to the others and handed out different papers to the three detectives. "Well, what Mouse and I discovered. Every Friday night Mamani and a good number of the Latin Gods go to the West Meigs Casino. Apparently, they frequent certain prostitutes, one of whom is an informant for Antonio, which would serve as a starting point for us to go undercover."

"Great job, Ruzek" Kevin congratulated him.

"Wait, I haven't said the hard part yet. Mamani will be in a special room at the casino. The police could ask for a warrant, but, obviously, the Latin Gods wouldn't go if we did that. So, Mouse is trying to get away in and-What... How...Where did you get that, Will?"

Ruzek pointed to his right hand. The surgeon raised it in the air, showing what was in it.

"The girl left it at my house. She probably dropped it while she was putting away the money she stole from me."

"What are you talking about?" He said, but then he left his question behind. "You know what, never mind. That's a ticket to Room 11! Where Mamani will be!" the excitement was in the man's voice. "I have no idea how you got it, but now we just have to make enough copies. I'll go tell Mouse to do it. You're a genius, Will!"

Erin took one look at Jay. "You still think she had nothing to do with it?"

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[screesflanagan]

My New Boss Part 13

Author note: So, first of all, I wanted to say I'm doing this because I want to learn my spelling, because English is not my mother language and because I enjoy it. If you find any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Please kindly inform me about them, I would be happy. Thank you and now have fun reading! :)

Inspired by: the series: what's wrong with secretary Kim (I haven't taken over everything, just a little. The rest consists of my ideas.)

GIF: My own

His Family

"Aye, she comes and goes then"

She comes closer and I take her hand

"I just tell her tha yer sleep here with me because of work"

She laughs and says

"Do you think she really thinks that"

I look at her and say

"Yer thought so too"

She looks at me in shock and hits my arm

"Did you lie to me to get me in your bed?"

I look at her and say

"Are yer crazy? Nae, I showed ya tha mail"

I laugh and say

"I wanted yer from tha first day I saw ya"

"I gave you enough signals but you didn't understand."

I let go of her hand and say

"Aye. I didn't want it in tha beginning because I'm yer boss but ya became prettier and sexier every day"

She holds my cheeks together

"Thank god you moved otherwise I would have had to do it" she winks at me and walks away.

We changed and waited for my sister to arrive.

My sister lived further away from me. She is already married but has no children yet.

I got a call that she is at the train station which is 10 minutes away from my home.

I get up from the couch and walk to Kim

"Love"

I say and she turns to me

"Yes?"

I hold her face and say

"I'm going to pick her up now, she has arrived."

She smiles at me and I slowly pull her to my lips and slowly kiss her. With my left hand, which is on her lower back, I pull her further into the kiss. She laughs against my lips and says

"You are too late"

I look at her and stroke a hair behind her ear

"I dinnae want to leave ya lips"

She laughs and straightens my tie again

"Tonight you will get my lips back"

I admire how beautiful her smile and voice is.

I touch her cheek and say

"Ye're so beautiful"

her cheeks turn slightly red and she kisses me and pulls my lower lip

"and you look sexy"

She laughs and bites her lip.

I smile back at her and slowly walk away from her.

Our hands didn't let go until I had to let go of her hand.

I get in my car and drive to the train station

I get out and see my sister who I am

5 years have not seen. She looked so happy. I stood in front of my car and looked at her. A smile grew on my face. She looked at her cell phone. I was overcome by tears. I haven't seen her this happy in a long time. The last time I saw her was when we had to go separate ways. Every single feeling of cold, fear, and sadness came to mind.

I walked slowly to her so that she doesn't notice

"Halò Mòrag," I say and she immediately looks up and screams. She jumps into my arms and hugs me as tightly as possible

"Brother !!!" she screams and starts crying. I hug her tightly and say

"Halò little sister"

She cries and hugs me tight. The tears came again to hold my little sister in my arms. I hold her head from behind and kiss her cheek tightly.

"Ya look good Ethan! Yer got so bonnie and tall"

I laugh and take her suitcase

"Ya have changed so much too"

We both laugh and wipe our tears away.

When I get home I turn to her and say

"Yer already know about ma company"

She nods. I say

"Ma secretary is with me because we have to work at home"

I try to hide my smile

"So ya will get to know her. She is ma new secretary"

She laughs and says

"I'm curious"

Kim opens the door and smiles aside. I wink at her behind my sister.

I put the suitcases down and say

"Mòrag this is ma secretary Kim. Kim this is ma sister Mòrag"

They shake hands and Kim says

"Nice to meet you. You have a very nice name."

Mòrag smiles and says

"Thank ya. Likewise. Yer look bonniel Kim"

Kim smiles and says

"Thank you, you too"

While my sister and I are sitting in the living room, Kim comes and brings us something to drink and a few snacks.

"I like yer secretary she is really bonnie"

I say

"Me too. She does her job very well"

My sis then says

"Aye? Is she doing her job very well? Have fun brother"

I look at her in shock and blush.

She laughs out loud and slams her hand firmly on my thigh.

Kim came at the moment and looks at me in shock

"What did yer think of?" says Mòrag laughing at me and then at Kim

"Look! how red he is. Did yer two have a lot of fun?"

Kim blushed too now and I wipe my face.

"Wait a minute. Are ya two together?" says my sister and me and Kim scream at the same time "WHAT NO!" She laughs and says

"and why are yer two so red like a fuckin tomàto"

Kim goes into the kitchen and leaves me alone.

"Because it's uncomfortable to hear tha sis"

She laughs and hugs me tightly on the side

"Ya're not in love, are ye?"

I push her away and say

"Nae, ah umnae"

I take a cigarette and light it while my sister has fun and laughs at me.

The three of us sat and talked when my sis got up to go into the bathroom. When she was gone, Kim said to me

"Why were you so red? And why didn't you say she stays here !!"

I laugh and say

"Why did ya! blush and I dinnae ken tha until I suddenly saw it"

We both laugh and she gets up and says

"You can forget my lips"

I get up and grab her arm

"Hey!" suddenly my sister is standing there

"Can yer go to ma office and call Ani and tell her tha we cleared it up yesterday with tha papers"

Kim looks at me strangely but then understood

"Got it, boss," she says and leaves. I stood there.

My sis comes closer and looks like my hand is still outstretched.

She smiles at me and then hugs me.

"Hou are ye?" she says as she pulled back and I say

"A'm Slainte why?"

She looks at me and says again

"Nae. Hou are ye?"

I understood what she meant and said

"Oh. It's still hard but I'm fine"

She holds my shoulder and says

"Dae ye still have those panic attacks?"

I look away and she brings my face back to her

"Nae I lie to her and she asks me if I'm sure and I smile and say

"Aye" I hated lying to her, but I hated seeing her sad too. Not happy to see her. It destroyed me even more than I already was. That's why I lie. My life hasn't changed until that point when I met Kim, everything before that was just exhausting.

We ate and talked when it got dark later, I say to my sister

"Yer can sleep in that guest room" She looks at Kim and says

"Where do ye sleep then"

"She sleeps in ma room and I on tha couch." I interrupt her. Kim turns to me and I say

"Dinnae say nae! I'm used to sleeping in tha col... on tha couch"

My sister looks at me but I show her with my finger that she shouldn't say anything.

After a discussion, she went into her room and I and Kim were alone in the living room. She looks through the area, grabs my hand, and holds her finger on the lip that I should be quiet. I get up and follow her. We went to the office. She closes the door and I say

"What dae."

when suddenly her lips were on mine. Her hand goes through my hair and she presses me against her. Her back is on the door and her hand is on my shoulder.

I hold her hip and press against her.

I kiss her jaw down to her neck and she moans softly "fuck"

I go up and put a finger on her mouth

"If yer dinnae want to get caught ya have to be quiet"

She laughs and runs her hand through her hair and down to her chest.

I kiss her and pull on her lower lip. I hold her neck with my hand and she smiles as I kiss her. I kiss her neck and suck it lightly. I slowly go down and lift her dress while looking into her eyes. She holds up her dress and opens her legs, she knew exactly what I was going to do.

I pull her thong down slightly and hear how she began to breathe faster and louder. I start licking her and she held her breath. I pull her more towards me from her thigh and get faster. She goes through my hair and moans "Fuck Ethan"

I laugh and her hand pushes me more against her.

"Fuck yes baby" she moans as I got faster. When her legs went weak and an orgasm flooded her, she accidentally moaned loudly

"Shit Ethan!"

I get up immediately and she holds her mouth tight.

I immediately run to my office chair and she sits on the chair next to it. The door opens and Kim stood there

"Are yer okay Kim?"

she says and Kim looks at her and smiles

"Yes, everything is fine, why?"

Mòrag rubs his eye and says

"I just thought I heard a scream"

She peeps and then says

"It sounded more like a .. it doesn't matter. What happened to yer hair?“

Kim says

"Ethan freaked out because of the whole paperwork and then threw me off with his pen"

My sister looks at us stupidly and says

"Don't fuckin hurt her. Oidhche mhath"

I smile and say

"I'm sairy! I lost control and destroyed ma hair because of this shite! Anything yer want, sister. Oidhche mhath"

She closes the door and a few minutes later Kim says to me

"Yes tiger you lost control of your tongue"

I get up and say

"Says the one who lost control of her moan"

I open my belt slowly and she looks at me and holds her hand on mine, which opens my belt slowly

"What are you doing?" she says and looks nervously at the door.

"Whoever is licked has to lick others," I say and grin

"What if she comes back in," says Kim and looks at me and then the door.

I push her against the wall and hold her neck

"Wha should happen? Can't tha boss even take a break"

I say and laugh a little.

She looks at my lips and I let go of her and say

"I was just kidding" I want to make my belt and turn around but she grabs my shoulder. Pulled my belt opens it and rips my buttons

"What should happen"

she says and immediately puts it in her mouth. I immediately dug into her hair and help her with the movements. I lean my head back as she got faster with her movement.

"Geezus Kim" I moan as I climaxed and didn't notice I was coming in her. Suddenly I see her get up and wipe her mouth and then smile at me. I look down and then up at her again.

"I've never had my first time, but I've never mentioned anything about this."

She says with a laugh and walks past me.

I tighten my pants in astonishment.

I go to her and she pulls me to her lips

"Today you have to sleep alone Tiger"

I grab her neck and say against her lips

"I dinnae have to do anythin"

I let go of her. I open the door and wink at her as I walk out

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