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back2bluesidex · 10 months

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Monitoring Duty - JJK

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook X Managerial staff!Reader

Theme: Fluff, f2l (kinda), coworkers to lovers (kinda)

Summary: You are tasked with monitoring Jungkook's weverse live tonight, which starts with you trying to shove ramyeon down your throat and ends with Jungkook confessing that he likes you too.

Wordcount: 1.7k+

Warnings: None.

A/N: trust me, I had no plans of writing this one but couldn't really get this idea out of my head... so, please suffer with me. thank you very much. and it's really stupid so please forgive me.

Weverse: 🌟JK started a LIVE - I am tired..

Your phone dinged with the notification. You know what it can be and you are prepared but currently you are struggling to chew and swallow the last bit of cup ramyeon, so that you can finally get into your monitoring duty.

Drinking the water in a breath and debunking choking possibilities, you reach for your work laptop. Opening the application while putting down the password doesn't take you more than 10 seconds.

And finally you are in. Now all you have to do is to monitor Jungkook and take appropriate actions when there is an inappropriate situation such as, he falls asleep, or he spoils his upcoming schedule, or he gets repetitive calls from a sasaeng etc.

You melt on the hotel couch. Your limbs feel like jelly due to all the workload you have been through since 4 am in the morning. Being a managerial staff of a Kpop idol is neither fancy nor pleasant. While thousands of fans dream of being at your place, you want nothing more than a year long break. But then again, the pay is good and you are in need of money as well as a strong professional profile.

And another reason for you pursuing this gruesome job is, the man you are currently monitoring.

It has been more than two years since you joined Hybe. For the first year you worked with the entire team and for the last one year, you have been appointed as one of the managerial staff of the maknae.

You don’t know when in this last one year, you started to grow and harbor some kind of fondness towards Jungkook. Not that you don’t know the rules and regulations of the company (most of which don’t apply in terms of BTS), you can recite those better than your phone number, but still… staying immune to Jungkook’s charms, and especially the way he treats you with all the kindness of the world (which makes you wonder at times whether feelings are mutual or not), wasn’t possible for you.

You know it’s foolish, you know there will be no return to your affection but you still like to enjoy this feeling of liking him, adoring him from afar, praying for him in silence. You will move on someday, but as of now, your focus is trained on him and only on him.

“Oh the festival? The festival was crazy! You know it’s the first time I have performed in a festival all alone without the members, so it was scary and I was nervous. But seeing the other artists enjoying themselves and watching you guys cheering for me helped me a lot. Hope you guys liked it.” Jungkook giggles. You mirror his actions while watching him through your laptop screen.

If you put your ear on the wall, you could probably hear his mellow voice piercing through the thin cement of the overpriced hotel room. You are given the room beside him for handling emergencies quickly and he doesn’t even know that. He doesn’t even care, does he?

You shake off your thoughts as you try to focus on the live.

Jungkook restlessly talks and tries to interact with the fans despite being dead tired. You have been with him all day long and you know how hectic things were. He has hardly got any sleep since the day he landed in the US. Interviews, performances, event invitations, everything was lined up one after another. It all ended with the Summerfest performance today. Just this one live and after that he will get to rest for a couple of days before catching a flight back to Korea.

You roll your eyes as Jungkook starts to sing to comply with the request of a fan.

“He just performed for an hour and twelve minutes! And you people still want him to sing? Even when he is clearly tired?” you groan at the screen. Most of the time you respect fans’ love for Bangtan but sometimes their nonchalant demands really piss you off.

Jungkook finishes signing and starts coughing immediately. You follow the live stream as he leaves his chair and starts looking for water in the refrigerator.

He coughs some more and then with a very choked voice, says, “ah! Guys! I’m running out of water. Should I drink water from the faucet then?”

You grab two bottles from the nightstand as soon as possible and run towards his room.

Within a few moments of ringing the bell, Jungkook appears at the door. At first his eyes go wide seeing you standing there wearing an oversized tshirt and a pair of sweats, then his eyes fall on the bottles you have in your hold. He coughs again and you hastily open the cap of one of the bottles and thrust it towards his lips. He grabs it immediately and drinks until he is satisfied.

You try not to stare at the way his adam’s apple bobs when he chugs water down or the way he wipes his lips to get rid of the remnants of water, but fail miserably and you guess Jungkook notices that too, otherwise there is no apparent reason for him to smile sheepishly.

“Thanks” he says, closing the bottle, “so… you are on monitoring duty tonight?”

“Yeah. Are you okay though? You have been coughing since morning.” You reply, neglecting the way your skin heats up because of Jungkook’s intense stare at your smaller form.

“I am fine, Y/N. Much better now that you are here…” Jungkook pauses, your eyes widen at his statement, “with the water I mean.” both of you chuckle nervously.

“Umm.. I will wrap it up quickly okay? I don’t want to overwork you. Just give me ten more minutes.”

“Jungkook, it’s alright. Take your time. I like to watch you doing silly stuff anyway.” you smile and he giggles.

“It felt nice… hearing you say that.” Jungkook gives you one of his bunny smiles as his dark orbs find yours. You two stay there staring at each other, without giving a damn about the 10 million people that are currently staring at a chair, until reality finally seeps into your veins again.

“Bye. Good night.” you murmur as Jungkook nods.

He is already back at his seat when you come back to your room and sit on the couch.

“Jungkook-ah, I wish I had a better word than love to explain how much I love you.”

Jungkook reads a comment.

“Umm… better word than love? Is there anything like this?” He thinks for a moment, squirting his eyes, placing his index finger on his chin and pretending to think hard, “I watched a drama where the male lead confesses his love for the girl he likes saying something like ‘the moon is beautiful’ and I think that was really romantic. So, from now on if you want to say that you love me beyond explanation, use ‘the moon is beautiful’ and I will understand right away. Okay?”

You see as the comment section goes wild with “moon is beautiful” comments rapidly. Fans really love him a lot and he too, is so dedicated to his fans that sometimes you get jealous.

Within five more minutes, Jungkook is saying bye and turning the live stream off. You leave a sigh of relief, nothing went wrong under your watch and now you can finally sleep.

You hit the bed with a thud, wrap the duvet around your body and close your eyes only to be startled by the vibration of your phone that is kept on the nightstand.

You grab your phone with an annoyed huff, which vanishes when you see it’s a text from Jungkook.

“Do you wanna grab a beer? If you are not asleep yet?”

And the next moment you are bolting towards Jungkook’s room, fucking your sleep and nighttime rest.

You two settle comfortably at the balcony, talking about nothing and everything at the same time, while staring at the night sky. Gradually you forget that you are tired and you haven’t got any sleep for almost 20 hours now. But who cares. If having no sleep exchanges a bit of quality time alone with Jungkook then you would gladly stay awake night after night.

“Jimin hyung texted me earlier, saying I did a great job.” Jungkook says, sipping on his beer.

“See, you were panicking for nothing. You always do a great job.” You reply, he chuckles and then for a minute or so, you two fall into a comfortable silence. Until Jungkook decides to break it.

“The moon is beautiful.” Jungkook whispers and you hear it loud and clear. Your heart stops beating for a moment. You stare at the said moon blankly. You don’t know if it is what you think it is. Maybe you are wrong, the moon is really beautiful tonight and that pact he made, is between him and his fans, it has nothing to do with you. On the top of that there is no way he feels something for you. You are just a nobody, nothing in front of him and his grandiose life.

So you reply, “yes, it is.”

“Y/N… You have been watching the live and you know what I mean right?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly feels closer to your body. You don’t know if it’s really happening or is it just a fragment of your dream, so you stay silent.

Jungkook grabs your arms and turns your body to face him.

And then within a moment you are caged between his muscular body and the balcony railing.

“Don’t I deserve an answer?” Jungkook breathes on your lips.

“Do- do you really..?”

“Yes, I do. And I wonder why you didn't notice it when I am always giving you heart eyes, when I am trying to be as close to you as possible, when I am always looking for chances to converse with you, to spend a little bit of time with you.”

“But- Jungkook..”

“What’s your answer, Y/N?”

“Jungkook, my answer doesn’t matter. Not when I am one of your employees. It’s prohibited for me.” you try to make him understand.

“You just need to say yes, Y/N. I can manage the rest.”

“I will get fired.”

“You won’t. Don’t you trust me?”

“I do.” “Then let me take care of things okay?”

“Okay.” You smile at him, as he connects his forehead with yours. You breathe in him, his scent, his warmth and his affection for you. You don’t know about the future, you don’t have a clue about the struggles you are about to face. But you know you love him and he loves you back. So maybe things will be alright. You will let Jungkook take care of things as he wants, as for now, when he reaches down to lock his lips with yours, you taste euphoria on him.

A/N: The idea of "Moon is beautiful" instead of "I love you" is derived from the KDrama "Romance is a bonus book.

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@phenomenalgirl9 @soraviie @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @sukunabitch

#bts fluff #jungkook fluff #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #bts x you #bts fanfiction #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook

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adventuringblind · 4 months

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Hi, I noticed (mainly bc u read a lot of your work) that you write a lot of dark/ self harm based/themed fics so I was wondering if you would be comfortable with writing a lestappen x reader with an Ed. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to so ofc feel free to ignore

(Your work is always very well written and I look forward to reading what you post next)

One for you and One for me

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: Angst/hurt comfort

Summary: Nobody is immune to the toxicity of social media, Charles and Max help their girl through it

Warnings: HEAVY ED, toxic media, body dysmorphia, sexual acts are mentioned but nothing happens

Notes: You must be psychic because I you sent this while I'm struggling with my own ED. I hope this helps you as much as it did me! 😊

Masterlist

Social media is something that everyone seems to revolve around. In theory, it could be great. Getting to see photos of friends and family and updates from celebrities you wouldn't otherwise interact with.

But here's the catch: in practice, the entire thing falls apart. People are left with images of things that are unachievable. Photoshop and filters have become everyone's new best friends. People put only their best foot forward and try to look as perfect as possible.

And those who don't? The ones who are criticized? The ones who will never meet that expectation? They are left trying to swim to the surface of a never-ending ocean. Drowning under the weight never being enough.

So, they do what they can. Nothing can be that bad if it makes them feel better, right? What's one meal skipped every day to cut back on calories?

In her case, she'd cut it all out. The idea of perfection and control weigh heavy in the pit of her stomach. The one that is currently growling as she weighs herself for the fifth time that day alone.

It's addicting, really, the feeling she gets from having gone another hour without a meal. The elation of seeing the scale drop in number.

The media and fans had been all over her appearance after going public with Max and Charles. She'd tried to ignore, but there was a piece of her looking for an excuse to dive back into the habits of her teenage years.

Her mother said she never looked like she had an eating disorder. Her father only started compliment her on her appearance once she was significantly underweight.

Max and Charles had been there for the fall. Her habits finally catching up to her when she started working with Redbull. She didn't have the energy to keep up with the schedule and one day had simply collapsed.

She'd gotten better. Promised the two boys they would never be on the verge of losing her like that again.

Now here she is, breaking that promise over the triple header by not eating at all. She'd started slowly, but now she has a chance to speed things up before the two boys notice anything. Too busy to really pay attention to her weight.

Maybe it would've been better if they hadn't been caught eating together. The fans might have a little less leverage to use on her. Maybe if she wasn't wearing something more revealing to a party in Monaco then they wouldn't have noticed how she looks.

The number on the scale is far from perfect, but it'll do for now. She slips on her teamwear that is looser than it was a few days ago. A satisfied but tired smile plays on her lips as she walks out the door.

The paddock is busy prior to the race. cameras are everywhere and she does her best to avoid them. Thankful her job is away from the majority of people. The less the cameras see of her, the better. A small part of her wonders if it would simply be better to disappear or become invisible. Maybe if she's thin enough, she'll be invisible from the side.

The day seems to drag on. The race is good and ends with both Max and Charles on the podium. It's the last race of the triple header meaning they will want to celebrate properly tonight. Maybe they will compliment her more now that she's lost weight. There is a prominent gap in her thighs and maybe will even be light enough for them to carry. The though makes her swoon.

The cheery conversation in the car quickly turns to logistics. Plans for dinner are made and she claims to have eaten while finishing up her work. To hungry to wait any longer.

There is a hesitant pause. They like knowing she ate with visible proof. That being the reason they eat together or at least someone is there to tell she ate if asked. Even if it's a bite.

They don't mention it. Charles orders in while Max drags her out of ear shot. She assumes it's because he is pent up, nothing surprising after a race. But nothing happens and she is left mildly disappointed.

Max cups her face. "I'm sorry we've been so busy."

"That's not your fault."

"No, but-" Max looks hesitant. "We know you haven't been eating. You're exhausted and your clothes don't fit. We can feel your bones when we hold you at night." She looks at Max in horror. "We thought maybe if we just made sure you felt comfortable that you would come to us but it's bad again."

Charles puts hands on her hips. "We'll take it slow, like last time. But please, we love you too much to see you become a shell of yourself again."

They say in that embrace until there is a knock at the door. Max is quick to answer it. He comes back holding their dinner. An extra box sits on top. One she assumes is for her.

"We got you a small salad. Nothing massive, no dressing, just vegetables." Max sets it all out on the table. They keep up casual conversation, so she doesn't feel horribly uncomfortable. Until they notice she is just playing with her food.

"How about, we continue talking, but we take turns taking bites? If you manage three, we'll call it a night," suggests Charles. Goal setting was helpful last time around. One week she took one bite of every meal, the next was two, and so on.

She manages three bites. Each of her own followed by one of theirs.

They all clamber into bed afterwards. Exhaustion hits her hard.

No, it's not perfect or straightforward. Relapses happen but healing is full of ups and downs. But she has people who care and who love her for who she is, not what she looks like. They'd rather her be healthy then bringing herself to the brink of collapse. And she loves them enough to try her best which is all they can ask for.

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megu-meow · 15 days

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when a fire starts to burn - sukuna

sukuna x fem. reader (reader is Nanami's sister)

Part 2 of my Hockey Player Sukuna Series - Part 1

Lmk if you would like me to create a taglist! :D

Sukuna finds himself looking forward to Sunday. He suddenly considers texting you non-stop not enough. He wants to see you in person. He wants to see with his own eyes how you react to his flirtatious comments, he often wonders if they make you blush. He is convinced that they do, considering that sometimes you react with unintelligible keyboard slams. He loves it, but seeing it in person would be hundred times better.

He considers himself enchanted by you. He finds it undoubtedly easy to talk to you, he loves telling you about his day and he certainly enjoys hearing about yours. He loves how passionate you are about your job, how excited you get about office gossip, and how you never hesitate to text him whenever the smallest thing happens to you throughout the day. The hardest part is hiding the fact that he is talking to you constantly from his Captain, your brother.

"Sweetheart, when is Bambi coming?" he hears Nanami's wife, Sophia question from the kitchen while Sukuna is sitting on the couch in the living room, and his ears perk up once he hears that adorable nickname of yours being mentioned.

"She's not coming here. We're meeting at the cafe." Nanami responds as he leaves their bedroom.

"Why is that? I haven't seen her in a while, I wanted to give her the souvenir I got her from Thailand."

"She's tired and irritated, she said she wants to hear about your travels when she's in a better mood."

Sukuna's grin widens. He knows why you're tired. He knows why you're irritated. The two of you stayed up texting until 5 in the morning and your conversation ended with him calling your cat stupid, which offended you deeply. The thing is, Sukuna is severely allergic to cats so he couldn't comprehend the cuteness of your cat even after receiving ten pictures of the sleeping feline from you. And you couldn't accept him calling your child stupid either. Nonetheless, he was displeased that you were not seeing him today in person. What's worse is that they're leaving tomorrow for a road trip which is scheduled to last at least a week, if not more. He doesn't really understand why he has these feelings after two weeks of knowing you, he usually wouldn't care about something so insignificant, but he figures that you were an enigma enough to entertain these thoughts running around in his mind about you. Once Nanami leaves the house, Sukuna retreats to his momentary room and starts packing his bag for the upcoming road trip. He has gained a lot of fans after the amazing debut he had with the team and now there's a lot of pressure on him to live up to the expectations. If everything goes right, he should get a raise in a couple of months, after the regular season is over and he will be able to get his own place after that. Despite enjoying how his current situation gives him more opportunities to see you in person, Sukuna hates leeching on others, so he cannot wait to get himself out of your brother's apartment.

While you're out with your brother, you cannot stop thinking about the pink-haired player currently living with Nanami. You really wanted to see him today, but you didn't want to cause suspicions with Kento and Sophia. Those two were incredibly good at figuring out when you have a crush on someone. This is not the case here with Sukuna - or at least you try to convince yourself about that. Regardless, you're being cautious.

However, your plan is thrown out the window by Sukuna himself, as he walks into the cafe and sits down at your table. Both Nanami and you glare at him in disbelief. He ignores your confused expressions as the waiter approaches and he orders the same thing he did two weeks ago.

"What are you doing here, Sukuna?" Kento questions, clear irritation in his tone.

"I told you this before, I'm extremely superstitious. The last time we had a game on Sunday and I joined you guys for brunch, I scored five goals, may I remind you. So I decided, to include this in my game-day routine." he explains, while gesturing to the situation at hand. His eyes jump in between you and Nanami as he tries to figure out how you feel about his bluntness. "And you, Captain, cannot say anything against this, because tonight, I'm gonna win the game for us."

Nanami is speechless, while the pink-haired guy grins, his enjoyment evident. He is having too much fun with the current situation, in your opinion. Kento looks at you expectantly, he doesn't really have a say in this matter. You were the one to decide that Sunday Brunch was just for the two of you.

You started chewing the inside of your mouth nervously. Sukuna trapped you into a corner: hockey players - or professional athletes in general - were peculiar about their routines. You heard of the most unhinged pre-game routines over the years, you were aware of how much goes into the mental preparation for games. You couldn't possibly sabotage Sukuna's career with the Wizards just because you want to be selfish about the time you spend with your brother. However, this is a really bad idea. You know why the pink-haired idiot is doing this: he wants to spend time with you. But this is a dangerous game, one that your brother would surely not approve of. Sukuna is secretive. He's arrogant and full of himself. He challenges you and is constantly on a mission to irritate you. That's why you don't understand why the next words leave your mouth.

"Sure, everything for the team right?"

Sukuna grins widely, as he crosses his muscular, tatted arms in front of his chest and leans back in his chair. His dark eyes are glimmering with joy as he looks at you, winking sneakily.

"Okay, Bambi. But..." he sighs deeply "If your performance falters, Sukuna, this ends right away."

"Understood!" he agrees, saluting your brother jokingly.

That Sunday, Sukuna scores a hat trick and gets an assist. It seems like he is determined not to screw up this unique opportunity to spend meaningful time with you every fricking Sunday. After the game, Akane, Senna, and Sophia convince you to go out with them and the team as they're celebrating the goaltender's birthday. You agree, despite knowing that you are gonna regret this decision in the morning. You often join the team for these kinds of occasions considering you have a good relationship with every one of them. You're having a good time, chasing around coach Yaga's kid, who has an unmistakable bump on his forehead. He probably ran into a table or something earlier, but it doesn't stop him from running around like a maniac. Once you catch him and pick him up, you are determined to deliver him back to his mother, who is to your frustration, talking to Sukuna.

"How are your brothers? Aren't they missing you now that they're far away from you?" you don't want to listen to their conversation, but you can't really help it as you hear the question being asked.

"They're gonna be alright. It's Yuji's draft year so he was about to move away soon anyway. And Choso is Choso, he's gonna go wherever Yuji goes."

Sukuna spots you and grins, he cannot help but think that you look incredible, even with the child clinging to your side.

"Special delivery!" you exclaim as you give the child back to his mother. The toddler's energy has faltered significantly and his mother looks at you gratefully for tiring him out. She says goodbye to you, leaving you alone with Sukuna.

"You have brothers?" you ask curiously.

"It's not nice to listen to someone's conversation, you know, sweet pea?!"

"I - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Don't worry your pretty little head, I don't really care honestly." he teases "Yeah, I do have brothers. Two, to be exact."

"Are you close?"

"Yeah. They're brats tho."

"Figured."

"You wound me, y/n. I'll let you know, I am the best brother ever."

"I doubt that."

"Well, I would be the best boyfriend for sure, there would be not doubt about that one." he adds, winking at you, mischief evident in his features. You can't help the blush appearing on your face and Sukuna relishes the feeling of pride that takes over him. He was right, it is 100 times better now that he can see your reactions.

"You're such a flirt, Sukuna."

"Only for you, y/n. I hope you know that."

"Yeah? Prove it."

"Well, how about you let me take you out on a date once I'm back from our road trip?" you knew he was a straightforward guy, but he never expected him to be this blunt. His eyes scan your face rapidly for any kind of reaction, you get that feeling again, that he can read your thoughts just by looking at you. You misjudged him. You thought this guy was a master of hiding his feelings, but this time around, his eyes are sparkling with hope. He doesn't seem worried or scared of rejection, which is slightly irritating, but what did you expect from a guy with a big ego like his?! "I don't have all day, y/n!" he frowns, and despite his words seeming harsh, they come out as more nervous than demanding. You have him under a spell that he cannot understand just yet, he feels the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he impatiently waits for your answer. Suddenly, you smile brightly and Sukuna's worries are forgotten just like that.

"Okay. I'll let you take me out on a date."

Sukuna is beaming with happiness, but unfortunately, it doesn't last too long. On their way to Kyoto, Kento sits beside him on the bus.

"What do you want from my sister?" he asks, his demeanor completely different from the usual.

"What?"

"You heard me! First, you get yourself invited to brunch. Then, you're openly flirting with her at Panda's party. So, tell me what you want from my sister!"

Sukuna swallows hard, his Adam's apple jumping visibly. He has to play his cards right, otherwise he will have to forget about your date. He is perceptive enough to know, that you would never go out with him if your brother didn't approve of it. He knew from day one that he had to get Kento's blessing. He considered doing the cliche things that happen in movies and books, hiding it from him and letting the whole thing explode in his face, but Sukuna has a stronger sense of justice and fairness than to betray the person who took him in like that.

"I asked her out on a date. I don't think I have to tell you, but your sister is gorgeous, intelligent, and absolutely amazing. I plan to treat her with respect, I don't want to hurt her feelings. I will not tell anyone on the team about this, you know that I do not participate in locker-room talk and I don't plan on changing that. I would like to take her out to a nice restaurant and have a great conversation with her. Those are my intentions for now."

"For now?"

"Well, I don't want to get ahead of myself. I won't say that I would like that date to be followed by a second one, because there's no guarantee that's something she would enjoy. I do believe she is special, but whatever this leads to, she will be the one to set the pace. I would never rush any woman into anything, especially not someone like y/n."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Well, I knew since December that your sister is the kind of person you meet once in a lifetime, guess I had a hunch. And my hunch was right. She deserves the world. And if she gives me a chance, that's exactly what I would like to give."

"What do you mean you knew since December? You barely moved here four weeks ago and it's April. You guys met two weeks ago."

"I spotted her at one of our games. I guessed she traveled with you guys for the Family Game."

"She did. Are you implying you had eyes for her for five months just to get my approval? Or is any of this true?" Kento questions with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm fucking offended that you would think of me so lowly that I would come up with an elaborate lie like this just to get into your sister's pants. Believe me, if that was the case, I wouldn't care a single bit about your approval." Sukuna explains.

Kento sighs, deeply. He lived with Sukuna for four weeks. The guy is insanely chill, despite his odd looks. He literally goes to practice, works out, and plays video games. He never hears him talking about anyone, especially not women, with disrespect. Hell, he never mentioned any woman before. He's been brutally honest with everyone and he's been nothing but gallant. However, Nanami knows what hockey players are like. He also heard rumors about the pink-haired prodigy from his old teammates. Thus his hesitation.

"Give me a few days. By the time we get back home, I will have your answer."

Sukuna nods understandingly. This is going to be the longest road trip of his entire life.

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reverieblondie · 4 months

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Neighbors

Chapter 2: Heroic Spiders

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Burglary and knife being held to readers throat.

Summary: First day at work and your trying to keep a positive mindset despite your irritating neighbor messing with you. Whatever you just have to ignore it and keep going!

A/N: Sorry I've been behind on posting, I got sick with the flu for a week and that has made me behind. But I have four fics in the works currently! I am enjoying writing this series its a good pallet cleanser and has been helping me get all my cheesy rivalry romance ideas out. Hope your enjoying it! If you have a request please drop it in my inbox! I love getting ideas and interacting with all of you! If you want to be tagged for this series or anything else please leave a comment asking! Thank you so much for your support!

Word Count: 3,751

Chapter 2: Heroic Spiders

Cockroaches….that damn neighbor must have just been messing with you…

Exhausted, your neighbor's little comment had compelled you to spend the rest of the night checking every surface where a cockroach could be hidden, only to be met with nothing. Maybe he had done it just to stress you out, what a jerk…whatever, just avoid him, that should be easy.

Though you can’t get too wrapped in thinking of your smartass neighbor right now, you need to focus on getting ready for work. The job you managed to land was at a bar in the neighborhood with an owner who seemed nice and paid decently; though you were still on the hunt for a second job, New York is an expensive place to live and your scholarship can only help you so much.

Being a bartender was easy for you, it was one of the first jobs you got when you started going to school, plus there were always bars near campuses. There is also the fact that for your school schedule getting to work nights worked out best for you. Bartending was fairly simple and getting your certification was easy enough, yes you had the occasional creeps at the bar but usually, it was an overall safe environment with people just trying to wind down after their long work weeks. Plus when people are tipsy they tend to tip well, perks of the trade.

Moving to New York for a scholarship has been a whirlwind of unfamiliarity, but bartending is something you knew and were confident in. Plus maybe there would be other people around your age working there, your shot at a friendship with the neighbors wasn’t going well but maybe you could be friends with your coworkers.

Finished getting ready, you gather your bag and give yourself a once over. The outfit looks nice, the hair is done right, and the makeup is nice just the way you like it. This is perfect, you feel confident, and nothing is going to mess up your night!

Walking out of your apartment you lock your door and you hear the creaky elevator doors starting to close. Quickly you call out for someone to hold the door as you run to the elevator, and to your delight a hand catches the door before it can shut. Getting to the elevator you wear a sweet smile ready for whoever held the elevator for you but once the doors open back up your smile sinks into a bitter glare. It’s him….the spider catcher with the grumpy attitude.

As you begrudgingly walk into the elevator you see that his face equally doesn’t look too pleased to be seeing you. A part of you wishes he wouldn't have held the door so you could skip being stuck in the cramped elevator with him, but you don’t want to risk running late on your first day. So instead you must suffer through the awkward silence that’s filling in the space between you too.

Standing there side by side your thoughts are lamenting why this elevator had to be so slow. Trying to keep yourself appear unbothered by him, your eyes go to observe him despite your trying not to. Today he looks a bit less tired and is wearing normal clothes, not his pajamas. His hair is still fluffy but you're starting to think that’s just how he wears it. Also, his brown eyes are covered up by glasses. Danm, he’s got that whole cute nerd thing going for him huh…

As you're studying him his eyes move to you and you quickly avert your gaze feeling flustered to have gotten caught looking. Get a grip girl you can’t think he’s cute he is a rude jerk who called you dramatic, you can’t think he’s cute, absolutely not! Staring straight ahead you swear you heard him slightly snickering to himself, just being so close to him so making your blood boil. Never before has someone bothered you so much but here he is driving you mad.

Shooting your eyes over to him you're making sure to give him a dirty look, one that says, I don’t like your jerk face. Though he’s not paying attention, opting to fiddle around with his camera instead. Looking at the camera you note that it appears to be an older model then some white lettering on the device catches your attention.

“Peter Parker…” you whisper, as you do his head shoots over to you with a confused look on his face. Moving your head at the number of floors you still have left to go, you feel his eyes still on you.

“It’s rude to stare,” you say irritatedly

“Yeah, I know that, do you?”

You whip your head around facing him now, “I wasn’t staring at you, I was reading the name on the camera.”

“I was talking about before you said my name.”

“Well I wasn’t staring at you then either,” -your liar, you were staring…

“Yeah sure…y/n”

Your eyes go wide at him saying your name and you look at him confused. He points down at your bag with a smug look on his face.

“Your school ID is hanging out of your bag”

Looking at your bag you see he was right so you quickly tuck your ID back into your bag. Well isn’t he just clever….

Folding your arms in a huff the two of you fall back into a silence. He messes with his camera once more and you stare straight ahead while irritation grows. Maybe it's the awkward silence or maybe it's your need to have the last word because you can’t help yourself from muttering to him “I didn’t see any roaches….”

He slightly laughs “Yeah your spider friend made sure of that”

“What?! You think I’m going to get them now?!”

He shrugs “That’s why you should be nicer to spiders, they help us in more ways than we know”

“Didn’t realize I was talking to a spider enthusiast….”

“I’m not a spider enthusiast..”

“Could have fooled me…”

The elevator grows quiet again and it seems this time you are going to have the last word. Success. Though as you're standing there you can feel eyes on you turning to give him a dirty look again, he might start thinking that's just how you look. Peter seems completely unfazed by the look you give him as his eyes scan you up and down. As if the elevator wasn’t already cramped now having a guy looking you up and down makes the space feel downright claustrophobic. You can’t help how his eyes on your bare legs make you want to squeeze your thighs together. Is he checking you out right now? Maybe you should scold him?

“You do know that it’s going to be cold and raining tonight right?”

The comment takes you aback for a second, he must be referring to your chosen outfit for work tonight and your lack of an umbrella and coat. A black long-sleeve top paired with shorts and a pair of comfortable tennis shoes is perfect for having to be on your feet all night. You wear these outfits because when you show more skin as a bartender you get more tips, well at the bar you used to work at anyways that's how it worked.

Looking over at Peter you shrug trying to come off as unfazed as possible, “the weatherman said that it wasn’t going to rain a little cold but I can handle that.'' you say matter of factly to Peter.

“Let me guess, the weatherman from channel 12? Yeah, he’s always wrong.” furrowing your brows you look at him confused. One, how did he know what channel you were watching? Two, how was he so sure of himself?

“Well, he’s a weatherman, are you? Unless you're telling me you're a weatherman and a spider expert” You fold your arms and look at him with your eyebrows raised inquisitively.

Peter looks at you eyeing him and slightly giggles to himself, “No I am neither but, I just have a…sense for these sorts of things''.

You look at him and roll your eyes. “Well I am going to go with what the weatherman says, no offense to your weather sense abilities.” for theatrics, you hold up your hands and wiggle your fingers mockingly.

This causes Peter to laugh out loud a bit “Well when you get caught in the rain and you're freezing, just know I told you so.” Peter adjusts his gaze back to the elevator staring at the warped reflections of the two of you with a sly smile on his face.

“Don’t worry about me, I can handle it.”

“Like you handle spiders?”

Smartass….

Before you can give your rebuttal the elevator is stopping with a loud whine and then opening up. In a huff, you exit quickly having had enough of Peter Parker. Sure he may have one this round but next time you will for sure have the last word.

“Can I get a whiskey on the rocks with a twist”

Before the guy could finish his sentence you're already pouring the amber liquid over the singular ice cube in a fresh glass. The final touch is the lemon rind being rubbed onto the lip of the glass cup then dropping the rind into the glass to keep working its aromatic magic. Sliding the glass over you smile at him. Going to wash his used glass you watch through partials as he places a fair tip in the jar for your service. You will be sure to always be quick with his drink to continue to get the good tips.

As you had hoped work was going smoothly, The bar was perfect, manageable with steady business. The perfect blend of just being busy enough that you see new people and keeping the shift going by fast but slow enough that you don’t feel like you're drowning. The best part is that the new boss Gregory was a nice family man who had inherited the bar from his dad.

Gregory and you had started small talk while he showed you the ropes, you learned he had a wife with a son and another on the way. He revealed that he liked to hire college students who needed a flexible schedule. Though, much to your chagrin you were the only college student working at the bar at the moment. The last two recently quit due to them finding different careers with their degrees, a thing you're sure to do as well when you graduate.

Though nobody else was a college student like you, everyone you met was nice and welcoming, making you feel like you could finally get that friend circle you had been craving. Though you need to play it cool, the last thing anyone wants is to be smothered by the new girl desperate for friends. -baby steps for now.

The bar seemed to be a great fit, everyone was nice and all the customers seemed pretty chill. Maybe your luck was starting to finally turn around, maybe this would all work out and everything would go as you hoped.

Maybe…

Taking a deep sigh you stare at the rain as it pours down onto the darkly lit sidewalk that you need to take to get home. Looks like your luck hasn't exactly changed. Resting your head against the front of the bar you hold yourself trying to keep warm as best you could. Seems that your neighbor should think about becoming a weatherman with that accurate weather sense of his. You even checked your phone's weather app and it said the rain chances were low!

Now it's been 30 minutes since work ended and the bar closed and that was 30 minutes of you standing underneath the bar awning alone in a shifty neighborhood. If the rain wasn’t here to hinder you could have been home by now cuddled in your warm bed. No, with how everything was going for you it only makes sense that this is the outcome of your first night at work, and you only have yourself to blame.

Coworkers had offered to stay with you but you knew how exhausted everyone was so you decided to just tell everyone you would call a cab. However, cabs cost money, something that you do not have a large sum of. So here you are waiting, as patiently as one can in a cold night rain storm, with your apartment keys tightly weaved between your fingers due to you still not having bought pepper spray. Maybe you could make a run for it? But you're completely exhausted from your first day so the last thing you want is to go take a sprint back to your apartment, but it might be your best bet.

As you're leaning down to tighten your laces for your run a loud crash is causing you to jump. Startled, you nearly dropped your phone and keys, looking at where the noise came from. It of course came from down an alley of the bar, a dark and creepy alley…

Now there are two things you can do, one is to leave the area for a safe spot, this is the safe and smart option due to it being late at night and you being by yourself with only keys for protection. Then there is the option of being a dutiful employee and making sure that the bar is okay and not being robbed. Taking a moment to think you bounce on the heels of your feet shifting with uncertainty. - You're going to regret this…

Phone in hand and keys in your fist, you're briskly walking down the alley with your head on a swivel as you get drenched from the rain trying to figure out where the noise came from. Damn, your need to be a good samaritan, this is how people get robbed.

Ignoring your inner thoughts as you go further down the alley you come across a broken window from the building next to the bar. Thankfully it’s not the bar and nobody seems to be around, you sigh of relief. So what now? Do you call the police? You could do that but do you want to have to wait around for them to get here? Examining the window you figure the best scenario is to get to a safe area then call them and explain what you heard.

Tucking your keys into your pocket you start walking out of the alley but before you can get out, a sudden hand on the back of your neck has you being shoved into the brick wall of the building's side. Letting out a sharp scream, a hand is covering your mouth and a knife is being pressed to your neck. Eyes wide you feel yourself shaking as you stare at the bloodshot eyes peeking through the ski mask. A part of you wants to fight him off but every time you slightly move the man presses against you harder making you wince from the crushing weight. “Shhh, stop moving and I will make this as painless as possible.”

Shit, Shit… you feel yourself starting to panic at the man's words. What does he mean? Mind scrambling your eyes start to fill with tears, “Drop the bag to the ground and slide to your knees…”

No, No, No! You want to fight, you want to push him away but you can’t muster the energy, your limbs feel like jelly. Dropping your bag from your shoulder you shut your eyes tightly as you lean further into the wall, hoping for the wall to open up and swallow you, for someone to walk by and see you. Anything…please anyone…

Then a thwip noise and suddenly all that weight on your body is suddenly off you and you're sliding to the wet ground. Keeping your eyes shut you don’t dare look as you hear what sounds like grunts and punches. Then what sounds like the drop of something and running away, curling into yourself you're just trying to be invisible, wanting to wash away with the freezing rain. Then a voice, slightly muffled, is cutting through the pour of the rain, “Hey? You okay there….miss?”

Opening your eyes you see the masked vigilante…Spider-man. Squatted in front of you he holds your phone towards you and your bag in his other hand. White lenses watch your shivering body as you slowly nod and reach out to grab your phone.

“Are you hurt?” his voice asks calmly as he studies you, shaking your head he hums to himself before standing up and holding his hand out towards you.

“Good, let's get you out of this rain. You might want to carry an umbrella with you, it gets rainy this time of year.” All you can manage to do is nod absentmindedly as you take his hand as he pulls you to your feet. Staring at the red and blue-clad man as he continues to ramble about the weather this time of year, it's all honestly lost on you as you're still in shock over what happened and what could have happened.

“I don’t have an umbrella…” is all you managed to say. Your soft words stop his rambling and even though you can’t see his face you know it's contorted into a look of pity. You're happy you can’t see behind the heroic spider's mask, being pitied like a child would only make you feel worse in this moment.

“Well, we will have to worry about that part later, for now, let's get you home, huh? Where do you live?”

“Crescent apartments.”

“Okay good, that's a short swing,” you watch as he starts to stretch and roll his hips, tilting your head you give him a look and he chuckles and shrugs. “Swinging is all in the hips, scared of heights?” he holds his hand out to you once more. Shaking your head you grab his hand and he puts your bag over his head before pulling you closer in a careful embrace.

“Just hang on tight and it's best if you keep your eyes closed, the rain might sting your eyes if you keep them open.”

Nodding you wrap your hands around his neck and with a strong arm wrapping around you and a thwip you two are off. Heeding his advice you keep your eyes shut and head tucked into his neck. You can't ignore how even though he's wrapped in a spandex suit, he's still giving off a comforting warmth that causes you to forget all about the rain and the cold you were once feeling. The only thing you are focused on is the sound of the wind past your ears and the rhythmic beating of his heart. It's calming…

In what feels like a quick short minute you're no longer hearing the whooshing and the cold wind is no longer nipping at your bare legs. Keeping your head buried you feel yourself get placed down on your feet as a hand gently pats your back albeit kinda awkwardly but there's a tenderness there. “We have arrived…”

Letting go, you look up at him again, still feeling shocked by everything that happened in such a short time. Opening your mouth you try to think of anything to say as you shield your eyes from the rain, but before you can manage anything spiderman is placing his hand on your shoulder “Get inside and get warm, you might get sick.”

Then with a flick of his wrist, he's swinging off disappearing into the hazy lights of a rainy New York. Standing there you watch with a slack-jawed expression. That was Spider-Man, you were saved by Spider-Man…you have got to start being nice to all these spiders coming into your life.

Mind still hazy from shock, you're on full autopilot as you arrive at your door going to grab your keys from your pocket. You finally look down and your blood runs cold again. You have your keys and your phone…but your bag is gone. Thumping your head against your door you let out a low groan your sure your cranky neighbor is sure to hear, but you can’t care about that now Spider-man has your bag…shit…

Pushing inside your pacing around, how do you get your bag back? Is there a way to get a hold of him? Is there an emergency number? A signal? Walking aimlessly you feel tears pricking at your eyes. Frustration is starting to get at you from what seems to be the worst night of your life. First the neighbor, then the freezing rain, getting attacked, and now your bag is gone with some mystery masked hero! That bag had all your IDs, your money, and your planner!

Twap

Pulling from your panic you Look at your window you see your purse stuck to your window with a note attached. Carefully you approach and retrieve your bag, checking the contents you see that everything is accounted for. Then you read the note:

‘I accidentally stole your bag, my bad! Stay warm!’ with the note you see a doodle of a spider with a smiley face. The little picture makes you chuckle slightly as you scan over the words. Spider-man has nice handwriting, you would assume it would be quick and scratchy but it was actually…pretty…huh…

Reread the note and place it on your nightstand and you trug yourself into your bathroom. As you're starting the shower to warm yourself up it’s then you finally glimpse yourself in the mirror. What stares back at you is a mess, make-up is running, your hair is flat and stringy and your face is puffy from when you were fighting off tears. As you stare in the mirror, you're looking at someone you don’t even recognize… a lump in your throat builds but you try to keep yourself from breaking down. Just remember your mantra- don’t let it get you down…stay strong…this was your dream…this is a great opportunity…

This night was a mess….This whole move has been a mess…

No friends…your neighbor hates you…barely making it by and it hasn't even been a full week…you still have school to worry about, how would that end up getting messed up…

Sinking to the floor, rest your head against the wall trying to keep your tears in.

Maybe this was all a mistake…maybe this move…was a mistake…

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hrts4hanniehae · 4 months

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clutch || five

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

"so you guys went to vernon's place before coming back?" - wonwoo

"can't risk e/n finding out where yn lives now." - vernon

"you and seungkwan have to be careful too." - dino

"yeah. he's away hosting this netflix show so i'll just look out for myself." - vernon

"he's so annoying..." - yn

"i'll fetch you from work from now on, yn." - wonwoo

dino and vernon turn to look at him in shock. wonwoo? volunteering? to go out of the house? to help someone?

"thanks... i didn't really expect him to become like this..." - yn

no one expected e/n to knock on wonwoo's door while yn and dino were home alone.

hiding in her art room as the knocks got louder, yn and dino began to silently panic.

"where the hell is wonwoo" - yn

"he has a streamer event to attend. i'm going to cry why is he so scary..." - dino

"okay wait go strip and put on your bathroom after wetting ur body or smth then open the door and ask why he's here." - yn

"huh?!" - dino

"fasterpleasegonow." - yn

dino took a deep breath before opening the door. sure enough, it was e/n, who was shocked to see him."

"sorry but does someone named yn ln live here?" - e/n

"sorry who?" - dino

"yn ln. about this tall, (hair colour), (eye colour)..." - e/n

"i don't know anyone like that. sorry. would you mind leaving? this apartment building is off limits to those who don't live here and i don't recognise you." - dino

"... sorry for bothering you." - e/n

dino immediately closes and locks the door once e/n leaves and rushes back to the art room.

"how the hell did he get in without the keycard?" - yn

"probably tailgated someone inside. have you texted wonwoo?" - dino

"he said he was on the way back." - yn

when he got the text from yn, his heart dropped. a simple sentence. "e/n is here. help." he feared the worst. he didn't understand. yn was one of the nicest people he knew, willing to help anyone, hardworking and dedicated. why was she suffering at the hands people like this?

his relief when she texted that she was okay made his legs weak. he barely knew her, but he knew the effort she'd put in to keep a smile on her face.

e/n threatened her peace. and he didn't know why he cared so much, but he did.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

a/n: i'm sorry it's a little short today but i was tired since i went out to buy albums today. i finally bought my boynextdoor album. and OMG TWS MEMBERS???? based off instant attraction alone... it's me and shinyu against the world.

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for snapping at a friend?

We're both 20F.

My friend, we'll call her Dove, has recently become single and decided that she's having a "bad bitch era". Dove's ex was a very introverted person and they would not let her go out and experience nightlife/parties/anything that wasn't staying inside on a screen or playing board games. That controlling behaviour is the main reason that they're an ex now.

Dove has gone from never planning anything with me and always relying on me to initiate conversation to actively trying to do as much as possible. This is great, I'm very happy for her that she's getting all the experiences that she missed out on from 18 - 20 with the dickhead.

However, another fact about Dove is that she is unemployed and has never had a job. She is living off her parents, which is fine, if they want to and can pay for stuff go ahead. I am not in rhe same situation, and I'm currently working early morning shift work (4am starts).

Dove doesn't understand how different our circumstances are, despite me explaining it to her several times, and its really winding me up. She keeps trying to make plans to go out clubbing (none of our other friends will go with her, so this is pretty dependant on me) and then getting pissy with me that I can't tell her when I'm free next week yet because the schedule isn't handed out till the Sunday before. Or she keeps trying to get me to come out last minute when I have to be up at 3am to get to work.

She asked me again to go out while we were on call today and I snapped at her "no I can't do Fri, I already told you, some of us have jobs". She got all quiet and changed the subject. I feel very mean but I'm so tired all the time from this shift (I'm trying to change to the day shift) and she's just being completely oblivious to it on purpose. I have told her this chill and calm many times before, twice in that call and she's just ignoring it. I'm so tired and probably a bitch. Aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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ros3ybabe · 7 months

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Daily Check-in Septmeber 14th, 2023 🎀

This was a good day. Busy, absolutely, but good nonetheless. Had a meeting with my 1st dietetics mentor, and she was absolutely the sweetest and sent me an email after our meeting about the projects she wants me to work on currently, as her mentee. Cannot wait to meet my 2nd mentor next week! Also, I got asked to go into work, so I pulled a 6.5-hour shift when I didn't need to, but I need money so it's worth it.

🩷 What I Ate Today -

Breakfast - tuna w mayo and crackers

Lunch - iced coffee, chicken parm, noodles, one garlic bread, some asparagus

Dinner - chik fil a sandwich, medium fries, polynesian sauce

Extra - 3 more coffees in addition to the one I had at lunch

I am overconsuming caffiene so much right now, but I have been understandably so tired, so it's definitely helping me get through my days and weeks right now. I also genuinely enjoy the taste of the coffee I make, so that's always fun. I did just but a matcha set online, so hopefully, I can learn to make my own matcha and cut back on coffee for a bit.

🩷 Personal Achievements -

Attended RD meeting

Had my therapy appointment

Planned out part of my upcoming week/weekend

Studied Japanese for ~15 min

I did not accomplish almost anything school related, but that's okay because I'll have the time to do it all this weekend after work both days.

🩷 Todo for Today -

take Fitness For Health and Sport lecture notes

call embroidery place about dropping off my cooking class's chef coat

Video call with my boyfriend

Complete my Sample nutrition log assignment + submit it (if I have the time)

Study Japanese 10+ minutes

Because of how busy my schedule has been, I've been studying Japanese daily about 10 to 15 minutes a day. I'm starting to remember the hiragana characters pretty well so I've started jotting down vocabulary in a mini notebook.

🩷 Song of the Day - Social Path by Stray Kids, LiSa

This song is on repeat right now. I've always loved both their music and now that they've collabed, I'm on cloud 9. They're voices all sound so good in this song.

That's all for now! Will not be updating the 15th due to working the night shift at my job but will update for the 15th and 16th on Saturday night!

Til next time, lovelies 🩷

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babyyweebbitch · 1 year

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Can i request Vi (Arcane) x overworked female reader?

I go to two schools (one is a music school)

Both schools give a huge amount of homework, the piano teacher is very demanding, I have a piano exam soon (which I don't know if I'll take because I can't remember so many given musical notes) and I also have my high school. I think I'll drop out of one of the schools for my own sanity.

I’m a crying, stressed out and simply tired mess and i feel like i’m losing control. The worst feeling ever🥲

Hug me please 😫

omg baby i’m so sorry! :( that’s a shit ton of stress and honestly i feel u with the stress! im currently very stressed out too and i hope things get better for u :) HERES A HUG

content warning : female reader , crying , stress

you were a collage student, currently in your second year of collage plus you also had a good paying job you worked at after school. the schedule was you go to school and mid day you left to go to work. that’s how it’s been since you got this job three years ago. recently there was an exam happening and you had to study during your breaks at work.

you recently got a new boss who has been an absolute asshole to you and a few other people and they’ve been working you like a dog. they changed your hours so you had to go home later leaving you barely any time to study and sleep. now your schedule was all fucked up… Vi noticed and has tried to help you but you always say you got it and that you didn’t need any help. she didn’t buy it honestly

it was getting closer and closer to exams and everything was getting to be too much. during one of your days off from work you studied all morning and part of the afternoon at your desk in yours and Vi’s shared room. she was sitting on the bed with her headphones in scrolling through social media. your phone vibrated and you glanced at it… it was your boss

‘i need you to come in for work today, in about 20 minutes please’ the text read. you don’t know why but reading that made you tear up, you started crying… no, sobbing. you placed your head on your desk and sobbed. vi moved her phone a bit to check on you and saw you sobbing at your desk. she immediately jumped up

“baby?! baby, what’s wrong?!” she asked, going over to you. she rubbed your back and you reached over to hug her, very tightly and just cried into her shoulder. she rubbed you back and she picked you up, carrying you to the bed “cupcake…”

“t…this is too much! vi…. i ca…i cant!” you said through cries. you gripped onto her shirt, she sushed you and held onto you

“i know…. i know — it’s alot…” she said in a soft voice, holding you until you were calmed down. after you calmed down you sat up and looked around “why don’t you take a b—“

“i gotta go to work! fuck!” you said, trying to stand up to get ready but she grabbed your arm. you looked at her and she tilted her head to the side. without saying a word you knew what she was trying to say “Vi i can’t”

“please…. you have too, it’s not good on your body”

“they will fire me…”

“fuck ‘em…. baby, if you take on anymore stress it will cause damage to your body. you’re already getting headaches and i can tell your hands are sore”

“how did you know about the headaches…”

“i saw the three bottles of Tylenol in the garbage when i went to take it out this morning”

you sighed and sat back down on the bed. you looked down

“and taking that much is gonna fuck up your body too”

“what do i tell them…”

“quit… find a new job — i’ll start charging more for my fights until you’re done for the summer”

“but the apartment…”

“we both have enough money to pay for it, plus the fights — i get alot for them. baby we will be fine for a few months” she said “i’ll even text ‘em for you!” she said, going to get your phone and unlocking it. she started typing away at your phone and you realised you’re trusting Vi to text your soon to be ex-boss

“please don’t be mean…”

she paused for a second…. then you heard her erasing the message

“Vi!”

“what?! you’re trusting me to do this for you!” she said in a joking tone. you laughed before snatching the phone from her and typing away. she placed her head on your shoulder to see what you were typing as you did. once you were done you placed your phone down and vi smiled. she stood up and started to get you clean clothes and went to the bathroom. you got up to follow her and see what she was doing — especially with your clothes

“whatcha doing?”

“starting a bath — for you! you deserve it” she said, starting to run a bath for you. she did everything the way you liked it and was surprised she got everything right, she’s only ever watched you do it so she decided to try. she helped you undress and get into the bath. she started helping you get clean and she hummed as she did.

the entire time you didn’t talk but the silence between you two was very calming to the both of you.

this isn’t the best but i hope u like it :)

#arcane #arcane x reader #vi #vi x reader #vi headcanons #vi x female reader #violet #lesbians #lesbian #lgbt

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angelasscribbles · 4 months

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Unexpected Chapter 9: Uncertainty

Series: Unexpected

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Maxwell, Riley x Liam

Rating: MA

Warnings: None for this chapter

Word Count: 2,581

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley’s conversation with the queen had quickly taken a turn into the rigors of ruling.

“I know it looks glamorous, but make no mistake. Being queen is hard work. It’s brutal and demanding. You will work from the moment you wake up in the morning until the moment you go to bed at night, all day, every day. Look at Liam, all three meals he’s taken today have been business-related. Even this one. It may seem like a relaxing dinner to you, but to him, it’s just one more engagement he’s required to attend after a day of grueling duties.

Riley shot a glance at Liam. He did seem tired and completely disinterested in his current conversation. She cocked her head to the side as she studied him. The smile on his face was fake, at least it was until he glanced up and caught her watching him. When their gazes connected, the smile on his face broadened and reached his eyes. She gave him a scintillating smile of her own before returning her attention to the queen and her glass of champagne.

Regina continued, “Let me tell you what a typical day looks like for me. I rise at 4:30—”

“In the morning?!?” Riley choked on her drink.

“Yes, dear. In the morning. You will be collaborating with people from all over the world, and time zones can be tricky when scheduling meetings. I’ve usually worked for two to three hours before breakfast, which is more often than not a working meal, even when taken with my husband.”

“You work when you’re with your husband?”

“Of course, dear. We are comparing notes, devising strategies, ensuring that we are on the same page about matters of state and diplomacy. Not to mention the running of things here at home.”

“But….surely you get some downtime on the weekends…”

“Weekends are usually devoted to things like ribbon cuttings, putting in appearances for the sake of PR, things like that.”

Riley felt sick to her stomach. “Vacations?”

“Rarely; and even those are often about making or cementing alliances. We skied for a week with the ambassador from Auvernall and her husband last year to ensure continued good relations between our two countries. I had to pretend to enjoy their company for the entire time, so it wasn’t as relaxing as one might expect.”

“It can’t be all be work, all the time…”

“No, but a love would have to be extraordinary to survive the pressures. Why do you think royal marriages are political and monarchs are not just allowed, but encouraged, to take lovers?”

“That’s not very romantic….”

“No, it’s not. It’s very pragmatic. Think of queen as a job title, not a relationship status.”

“A job title you have to get married to receive.”

“Again, royal marriages should be political. Take my niece Madeleine, for example. She was born and raised for this. That remarkable young woman has spent her entire life preparing for this role. And unlike you, she wants it.”

“I—”

Regina leaned closer. “I don’t doubt you love my son, Riley. And I am sure that he’s in love with you. A blind man can see the way he looks at you. But that in no way means you’re prepared for this role. You haven’t had the upbringing or the training for it.”

“So, what? You think I should step aside and he’ll just forget about me and choose your niece?”

“Madeleine has offered to fulfill the duties of queen while looking the other way so you and Liam can be together in every other way.”

“So I’ll be his mistress?”

“More than that. She’s prepared to allow you to live at the palace, in the royal family wing, even.”

The thought of the snotty and mercurial Madeleine allowing her to do anything rankled.

“And Liam is aware of this offer?”

“Yes, dear, he is. But he is dead set against it. I think if the suggestion came from you, he’d see reason.”

“Tell me more about how it would work.”

“It’s simple, really. You would stay in Cordonia, at the palace, so you can see each other often. He marries Madeleine. She takes on all the onerous aspects of ruling while your relationship with him remains unsullied by the day-to-day stress and demands of the crown.”

“What about heirs?”

The queen blinked. “What about them?”

“Liam told me he was required to produce them. I’m assuming part of his marriage duties would be getting his wife pregnant.”

“Of course, but—”

“So the marriage won’t be in name only, will it?”

“Lady Riley. You are an astute young woman. Surely you understand that Cordonia must have an heir. If you truly love him, you will find a way to accept that.”

“Hmmm.” Riley’s eyes roamed the room until they landed on the countess. She wasn’t at all sure she would be okay with watching Madeleine carry Liam’s children. What kind of mother would the ice princess make, anyway? “What assurances would I have that she would honor such an agreement? I mean, they could get married and she could then simply renege on everything.”

“Liam can have everything put in their marriage contract.”

Riley’s mind whirled, trying to process all the information. A marriage contract would allow Liam to do as he pleased. It still made no guarantees for her future. What if Liam tired of her after a year or two?

Her eyes slid over to find Max watching her intently from the Beaumont table. Max would marry her tomorrow if she told him to. But Max had no money or resources of his own and Bertrand had been clear that any relationship between the two of them that severed her chances with Liam would result in Max being disinherited.

She wasn’t at all sure she was ready for the responsibilities of the crown, yet she wasn’t prepared to live life under Madeleine’s thumb.

Marriage to Liam offered stability and a rise out of the poverty she had thus far lived in.

Life as Liam’s mistress theoretically offered the same benefits without the responsibility, but unlike a royal marriage with an ironclad contract, being his mistress offered no protection against being discarded at some future date.

At a signal from her personal assistant, Regina sighed. “It appears our time together is up. Please take what I said under advisement.”

“I will,” Riley assured her as she rose from the table and made her way back to her own assigned seat.

Hana was waiting for her. “Well. How did it go?”

“It was…interesting.”

“What do you think your chances of being approved by the royal council are?”

“Not as good as yours,” Riley answered honestly.

Hana flushed. “That can’t be true.”

“It is true,” Riley assured her. “You have the breeding, the background and the social skills they’re looking for. Not to mention your grandparents are members of the Cordonian nobility in good standing with the court.”

Hana stared down at the napkin she was twisting in her hands. “Maybe I’m no longer sure I want to marry a prince.”

Riley gave her a sharp look. “What do you mean?”

Hana turned a deep crimson as she shook her head and reached shakily for her water glass. “Nothing. Never mind.”

Riley covered the other woman’s free hand with her own. “Hana. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Yes, but…” Hana glanced nervously around the room, “Not here.”

Riley gave her a reassuring smile as she squeezed her hand. “Come to my room tomorrow morning before I leave for Ramsford, and we’ll talk.”

***

Liam skillfully evaded Madeleine after dinner ended, feigning urgent business with the minister of treasury. He already knew what she wanted, and he wasn’t ready to give her an answer yet.

He knew that if he couldn’t marry Riley, he still had to marry someone, but everything in him rebelled against putting a ring on the finger of his brother’s ex-fiancée.

Madeleine’s past with Leo was the least of his reservations, though. Bastien had uncovered, and thankfully stopped, a plot to set Riley up and blackmail Olivia. He couldn’t prove anything yet, but his gut told him Madeleine was involved in it up to her eyeballs.

Tonight, however, he was less concerned about Madeleine and more concerned about whatever Drake had asked to see him about.

Slipping out of the dinner undetected after pointing Neville VanCouer in Madeleine’s direction, Liam met Drake in his office. “You said you found more information about Riley’s past?”

“I did.” Drake sat behind his desk, chair leaned back, feet propped on the desktop. He tossed a manilla folder across the surface. “It’s about her mother.”

Liam quickly scanned the contents of the folder. “Catherine Brooks died from breast cancer.” He flipped through the pages. “It says here that she received top tier medical care from the best hospitals in the country.”

“Right. But she had no money, and she lost her medical insurance months after diagnosis when she was cut loose from her job. Fired for absences.”

Liam gasped incredulously. “They fired her for missing work to get treatment?”

“Unfortunately, that’s America.”

“But…that’s…that’s… it’s awful! It’s criminal!”

“Don’t let it color your opinion. Just because—”

“But it does color my opinion, Drake! And it should color yours as well. It’s right here in black and white. All of her medical bills were paid in full by her daughter. Riley used every penny of the stolen money on her mother’s medical care.”

“Sure, but—”

“It explains why she was working as a waitress and living in a crappy apartment. She didn’t keep a cent for herself!”

“It doesn’t appear so. Still—”

“And there have been no complaints or accusations in the two years since her mother’s death.”

“No,” Drake rubbed his eyes, “I’m not disputing that the scamming seemed to be for a good cause, but it was still illegal, immoral and an optical nightmare if it gets out.”

“I don’t know, Drake. I think the Cordonian public would understand the extenuating circumstances and the fact that she turned her life around after her mother’s death.”

“Even if that’s true, the royal council will never approve her. Not once they see all this and they will see it, Li. Don’t kid yourself. She may have passed the initial background check, but if you choose her, they are going to do a deep dive just like I did, and it’s all going to come out.”

“Maybe—”

“And even if it doesn’t, sooner or later some intrepid reporter is going to dig it up or one of those jilted lovers is going to see her on the news and come forward with their side of the story and paint her as a gold digging con artist which is going to undermine your credibility no matter what her reasons were and if you’ll stop and think about this logically for one damn minute, you’ll see that.”

Liam was silent for so long that Drake thought he wasn’t going to answer when he finally sighed and slumped dejectedly in his chair. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“If you really want to be with her, without torpedoing your reputation and tarnishing your public image, just take Madeleine up on her offer.”

“Would that have been good enough for you?”

“What?”

“Leo could have just married her and kept up his relationship with you on the side. Would you have been satisfied with that?”

“I would have dealt with it. I told him not to abdicate for me, but your pigheaded brother didn’t listen. I’ve always thought you have more sense than he does, though. Besides, Constantine is out of heirs.”

“What if it’s not enough for her?”

“I don’t know how to soften this question, so I’m just going to be blunt.”

Liam barked out a short laugh, “When are you ever not blunt?”

“Are you sure she wants you at all? Are you just going to ignore whatever the fuck is going on with her and Beaumont?”

“We don’t know that there’s anything going on between them.”

“Oh, there’s something going on between them, all right!” Drake recounted the conversation he had overhead in the hallway to Liam.

“That doesn’t point to anything other than Max overstepping boundaries, which he is well known for.”

Drake sighed as he brought a tumbler of scotch to his lips. He had no proof other than his gut feeling, but he was sure the two of them were entangled. “But what if they are?”

Liam weighed the question before responding. “If she has genuine feelings for both of us, arrangements can be made.”

“Liam…”

“What? It’s nothing I haven’t done before.”

“Yes, I’m well aware of the situation you found yourself in with Liv and Carson. The difference is, Carson was your boyfriend, not Liv’s. But no matter how polyamorous you are, the public will never accept a queen that’s perceived to be unfaithful to her king. Do you think she’s willing to give him up?”

“I don’t know.”

“So to recap…. The council will never approve her and even if they did, she’s a scandal waiting to happen, and that’s not even counting a potential affair going on with one of her sponsors.”

“Jesus, Drake. You’re starting to sound like my father.”

“That’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said to me. I’m just trying to look out for your best interests and I’m not sure your best interests are served by a marriage to Riley Brooks. And that’s not a judgement on her as a person. I am in no position to judge anyone. It’s just the damn politics. There’s a reason I hate them so much. This shit right here is why.” Liam should be able to just be with whoever he wanted. But the world didn’t work that way.

“I know, and I appreciate it, even when you tell me shit I don’t want to hear.”

“Good, because I looked further into Bertrand, as well. He was awful twitchy when I asked him what he knew about her past.”

“And?”

“He hired a private investigator the day after Max introduced them. That can’t be a coincidence. I think he’s very well aware of her background in fleecing wealthy men.”

“And he thought she could put that skill-set to use securing the crown for House Beaumont?” Liam surmised.

“Highly likely.”

“All right.” Liam pushed away from the desk and stood up. “Thank you for all of this.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

Liam heaved a sigh as his head tipped up to stare at the ceiling. “I have to pick a bride in less than a week. I am in love with a woman whose past, and possibly present, is problematic for me from a diplomatic standpoint. I’m being pressured by my parents and the Duke of Karlington to marry someone I know in my very marrow would be a terrible queen and who I can’t personally stand. What would you do?”

Drake threw back the rest of his drink before answering. “Probably take a page out of your brother’s book.”

“Not helpful. As you so eloquently pointed out, there is no one else. Cordonian needs me.”

“Right. So, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet. But I do know where to go to get some answers.” He wasn’t waiting for their scheduled rendezvous. He turned and headed straight for Riley’s room.

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ratherbefangirling · 2 years

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Will you be mine ?

Pairing: Yandere Taehyung x Bodyguard Foreigner Reader

Genre: Yandere💀, Idol AU🎤, Bodyguard AU 🔫, 🔥🐌 *slow burn* 🦥 🔥

Based on request:

can I request a yandere taehyung x bodyguard OC? where Tae needs a new bodyguard...The female OC is very intimidating and everyone is easily scared of her but at the same that she's very pretty , she always do her job successfully(which is protecting tae) ,very professional, she's witty and very smart but she's extremely hard to get, she's not the girl you can fool and always stands uo for herself,etc. While Tae is secretly attracted to her(sexually and romantically) , and there's a lot of sexual tension too? thank uu I'm a new follower🙇‍♀️💞

Warning ⚠️: Yandere Content, Abuse of power, Gaslighting,( Implied )Murder, Lockdown *it's not covid related- bc even I'm traumatised about that*, panic attack, suicide, past trauma, ptsd, Stalking, mentions blood. [I think that's it.]

~°~°~

The city of Seoul was new to you.

Tired of your life, you had decided to find a place for a fresh new start. Numbering the countries of the world and going to Google for a random number generator.

South Korea.

Flashed infront of your eyes as if the city was calling to you. You spent a year in preparation for it. Informing your friends and family of your decision. Learning Korean and looking for possible jobs.

With a job of airport security at hand. You left for the country.

The first few months were lonely and confusing. Despite knowing the language you never really fit in with your new friends.

To top it off before the year passed you lost your job. They fired you for unexplained reasons. You suspected that it was because the manager wanted to give his niece your position.

Maybe it was for the better because instead of accepting defeat it brought forth the competitive side of you.

Being a trained security personnel as a female was never an easy job. You had to be tough as a nut.

So you found yourself day in day out in the employers agency of Itaewon, the place where you lived. It had the most foreign popularity which made you feel amazing. As it offered you exactly what you were looking for... a change of pace.

Eun Sang the girl at the employment agency had become familiar with you. Infact she almost felt sad for you while she was happy to see you knowing that you didn't have a job wasn't what she wished for you.

The opening of the door brought the outside air in. You held some snacks. Even bringing some for Eun Sang. Currently you were working as a part timer at different jobs.

"Hello, do you have anything for me.... well other than the gym instructor job. No offense it looks like an undercover brothel." You say.

"I have one you might be interested in, actually. There's this agency looking for a live in Bodyguard for their artist. It has a decent pay too"

"When's the interview?" You ask interested.

"It's tomorrow. And before you ask I already submitted your CV."

"Thanks Eun Sang you're the best once I get the job I will treat you to a meal."

"I will count on it." Her eyes land on the clock. "Hurry Y/n your shift starts soon."

You nod. Hopefully your visa problem would be solved.

Taehyung was very uninterested in letting any one invade his private space. Being a public figure. Fans knew a lot about him. While he loved sharing his life sometimes it did get overwhelming and he wanted to hide in his own shadow. To worsen things he had been receiving death threats. He almost had to cancel a lot of his schedules. The management suggested he get a live in Bodyguard.

It was where he randomly picked up the most interesting resumes.

There was a school guards, a person with actual experience protecting idol and then yours, a pretty foreigner.

"Taehyung ssi, are you sure these are your selections." The staff whose name he hasn't bothered to learn asks him.

"The fans will be so sad if they get to know how the management forced someone I didn't want in my living space... we don't want fans angry do we?" He says not even looking up from his phone.

Taehyung's manager entered with an iced tea for Taehyung.

The staff left.

"Be nice Taehyung-ah."

"Ah hyung you know why I keep distance with the staff. You know how many girls left because they had their sights on me."

The manager sighed. It was true a lot of staff had caused trouble mistaking Taehyung's bright and friendly nature for something more.

The managers only hope was that things don't go bad now. It was the peak of Taehyung's career after all.

~°~°~

You couldn't sleep the night before the interview. Worry for your future stealing away sleep. It wasn't the end of the world. If worst came to worst you'd move back home. Still this city with all its disappointment was dreamy. The lights and racing life. The city was awake and it spoke to you.

Of your life so far you've has the best and the worst moments here. You know you can never belong here. Seoul would never be home to you still it felt like the city called to you, like some fragment of your soul resonated and felt alive in this city.

You walk aimlessly in the busy streets and around 3 am you find yourself hungry and infront of a foodstall.

You search your pocket for change. You don't have enough money to buy the fish shaped bun the lady is selling.

"Do you want some child." The lady asks.

"No ahjumma. I dont have enough money on me." You tell her.

"Ah you're from outside but your Korean is so good. Consider it a gift from me." She says handing you a paperback filled with the snack.

You find yourself tearing up at the kindness shown by this stranger. You thank her and decide to eat at the park.

You sit on a bench keeping the bag by your side. You realise the walking has awoke thirst. You spot a vending machine and decide to get something to drink.

Once you return to your bench, you find a man eating your snack.

"Excuse me.. sir thats my packet you're eating from."

The man looks up, at the corner of his mouth bread crumbs are stuck but they do nothing to take away from his handsome features.

"How do you know its yours not mine?"

He was right.

"So is this.. yours?"

"Haven't you heard finders keepers." He says grinning.

"'Hey." You exclaim as he picks up the packet and trys to escape. Not knowing he messed with the wrong person. You rush after him. Manage to catch his hoodie.

He raises his hands in defeat with not an ounce of shame on his face but an amused grin.

Psycho. You think.

"You win. " He says.

"Does this look like a game to you."

"Maybe." He says acting innocent and if you were someone else you'd fall for that.

"Aren't you too old to be playing such childish pranks."

"I apologise." He says bowing.

"It's fine. I'm not hungry anymore you can have it."

"Thank you. If we meet again I will surely buy you a meal." He says.

You nod not believing a word that escapes him. It's late and you have an interview tomorrow.

~°~°~

You take great care to check for creases in your formal pants and shirt. You'd dressed simply as possible. Only applying a bb cream on your face to even out your skintone and a non coloured lip balm. Standing out never did any favours in a job of bodyguards. Blending in was often necessary.

You change multiple buses reaching your destination. Your CV in a file kept in your bagpack. Along with a few snacks and water bottle. Through the ride you pray that get the job.

Entering the building, you are given an interview pass and directed to sit with others. There's a decent amount of people already present and as you wait a few more come in. Other than you all applicants belong to the male gender. This doesn't surprise you. Its tough for females to be bodyguards. You found it to be your true calling.

Soon It's your turn.

"Ms Y/N L/N." One of the interviewer asks.

You nod.

"Can you speak Korean?" The man asks.

"Yes, Sir." You reply confidant

"Good, good."

The second man looks up from your CV. He looks like he's the Head of security from his strong build.

"What brought you to Korea."

"I wanted to experience new opportunities and develop my skills so that I could further my career."

"Do you know who you'll be guarding?" The second man asks suspicion apparent in his tone. You feel like you're being interrogated for a crime you didn't commit. Still you stay calm.

"I'm aware the person is going to be a celebrity but I don't know who?"

"Are you sure?"

You are confused by the questioning.

"Yes, we weren't informed about the client."

"'Tell me Ms. Y/N . Doesn't it seem strange that a foreign lady who recently arrived to Korea that too in a job at the airport which she left earlier than the original contract is trying to apply to a job to guard a celebrity who's being harrased by a Sasaeng from *home country* ."

When he put it like that it did sound too logical to be coincidental .

But if there was one thing you really couldn't stand was someone disrespecting you for who you were and from where you came from.

"Respectfully speaking, Nothing gives you the right to criminalise me. I came here for a job interview and not to be insulted or have my home disrespected. I will tell you sir keep your job to yourself and scrap my name from that list. If you had no intention of hiring me you shouldn't have wasted my bus money. Good day and good bye."

You say and walk out. You could burst a vein at how angry you were and because of that you almost crashed into someone.

The someone who had stolen your food last night. You looked up.

Why me.

"Oh hey girl from last night what are you doing?"

"I came to get a job but got interrogated instead." You answer without thinking.

"Come with me." He say catching your wrist.

"'Hey" You say holding his hand and twisting his arm so that he is pressed into the wall with his arm behind your back.

"Let me go. I can get you the job." He offers.

"FYI I no longer want this job." You reply

"Come on. Give me a chance. I will even get you a raise."

You leave his hand, pausing to reconsider.

" Look more money never hurt nobody. You couldn't sleep yesterday because of the job.. why not trust me?"

"Fine." You conceded.

You follow him to the interview room.

"Taehyung... Miss..?" The first guy said.

"'Manager Hyung, I want her." He says whining cutely and you want to slap yourself for finding it .. him cute.

"Taehyung ssi bit she might be.." the head of security says.

"It's decided now. Anyway she didn't know me and if you're that worried there's always the probation."

You didn't like that you weren't a part of the conversation involving you. Still you kept quiet.

"Also raise her salary. I already promised." He says.

A woman comes in "'V-ssi, its time to meet the director and then you have to get ready for your photoshoot. Please accompany me." She says.

He nods in acknowledgement. "See you later sayonara." He says and walks away.

The atmosphere of the room is tense and awkward.

The manager let's out a defeated sigh.

"Welcome to Hybe. Miss L/N. I'm Lee Hyun .. Taehyungs manager and you'll be closely working with me .. and this gentleman is Song Kang, head of security. Also your boss. He will brief you of your schedule and I will inform you of Taehyung's... now let's discuss further about your contract."

You were a bit shocked throughout the whole affair. Still processing the last 24 hours. Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine it.

Your new job gave you a chance to closely observe the entertainment industry. From fittings to recordings and driving and staff meetings. Shoots and fan events. That was how the first fifteen days went by.

After you were acclimatised to the schedule and were off the constant monitoring of the head of security. You were to do your real job. Pretend to be a normal staff to keep the stalker away. For which you learned to do Taehyung's makeup, check various lists, help organise his schedule, wardrobe etc.

Between all that you got used to Taehyungs hot and cold nature. Watching the smiles his fans saw to a cold uninterested expression. Watching him act cute for the camera and then scream at someone who got him coffee instead of his iced tea.

"You must think Taehyung is so confusing." Hyun says as you wait in the car for Taehyung to be dropped by the other bodyguard as you would take over his shift.

You say nothing. Your job didn't include passing judgements. The amount of things he does and having to smile all the time on top of that sounds torturous.

"He joined the industry young. Things haven't been easy for him. He is a very soft and sensitive person. People have used him for his fame on multiple occasions... and if that wasn't enough one of his closest friend died in an accident and he won a trophy the next night the category his friend was also nominated. Netizens blamed him for being the reason of his friends suicide and called him heartless for doing his job.. Since then he hasn't been the same."

For the first time you consider things from Taehyung's perspective. You wonder how tough it must have been to go face so many people like nothing had happened when your friend died.

One of the production staff rushes to your car. You perk up immediately. Hyun looks in the direction where your eyes are trained at.

"It's Taehyung-ssi. There was animal blood left on his door ... he uh." The staff is wheezing.

You immediately get out of the car.

"Manager nim please get towels and inform Kang Sir."

You rush towards the scene. Everyone is crowding the area.

"Please everyone. Clear the area. Let him breathe." You say using the director's microphone.

The crowd disperses a bit. Everyone buzzing with the gossip. There would be hell to deal with luckily it wasn't your shift but Bang Chan's shift.

Taehyung is streaked in red. His pretty clothes ruined by the blood. He looks sinister, like a devil instead of a victim.

He has been given wet wipes. Chan has made everyone keep their distance. He breathes a sign of relief after you arrive. You take one of the wet towels.

"May I?...V-ssi."

He nods. His eyes empty. You're scared. An apparent reaction is better than an internalised one.

You carefully clean his visible body. Taking care not to startle him. You start with his hands, neck and reach his face. His eyes meet yours and you find yourself intoxicated by them.

The managers voice in the background startles you. .

"What happened, Chan?" You ask your coworker.

"'I don't know I was with him at all times and I ... I had checked his room before the shooting so I didn't think it would be a problem.. uh I don't know y/n... just thanks to you I was able to handle the situation better."

"You would have done fine. Let's be more careful next time." You say.

He nods.

Hyun informs you that you would stay with him overnight and he will be given the evening off.

You go to check up on him in the car to tell him of the development.

He nods and once again you're left wondering if this man even has a heart in his body.

You drive to the apartment building. Once you park. You check the surroundings to make sure there's no immediate threat.

You open the door of the van.

"It's safe you can come out now." You tell him. You find tears streaming down his face. You feel sorry for having judged him previously.

You wrap your hands around him before you know it.

"It will be OK. You'll be fine. No need to worry. I'm here.. its alright... I'm here with you." You comfort him the best you can. You feel worried as sobs wreck his body. He holds you tight.

After a while the sniffling quietens.

"Let's go home. Alright?"

He nods wiping his tears with his sleeves.

He's latched onto you bit you don't mind. You just keep an eye on the surroundings just in case.

He opens the door of his apartment with the pincode. It's the first time you're here. It's straight out of a magazine but it's strange vintage cartoon aesthetic makes it seem more lively.

"Sit down on the couch and let me bring you some water. We don't want you to be dehydrated afterall." You say.

Its an open kitchen. You bring water and he gulps it down almost spilling.

"You might want to take a shower. I'm going to check all the rooms first alright?"

He nods.

You check out the rooms and bathrooms and there is nothing out of place.

"'I've completed checking. I will stay here unless you need me." You say.

"Can you stay with me inside."

"I.. don't think that's necessary." You say softly.

"I will just feel better if you do." He says.

"Ok then."

He goes to his room to get clothes and you follow him.

"You can use that chair." He says.

You place it in the bathroom.

It's a very huge and luxurious place with glass walls providing a beautiful view there's a big bathtub that might even fill two people.

You sit facing the door and you have the urge to laugh because this seems a lot like timeout. You're thinking of these things because you don't want to think of Taehyung who is naked behind you.

"'Do you mind listening to music?" He asks.

"No its fine."

He puts low instrumental music.

"What kind of music do you like?" He asks after an interval. You can hear the sound of water filling the tub and sloshing sounds that indicate his movements.

"A little bit of everything but mostly something that makes me sway a bit as I listen to it." You reply.

"You're from *home country* .. can you tell me what it's like?" He asks.

"To me it's my home... its a big part of who I am.. if you ever end up going you must try *regional food* it's the best. Korean food is nice and there is this restaurant which serves decent *regional food* but its not quite as tasty as when it's eaten in *home country* "

"So you like food"

"I really do both eating and feeding."

"You want to eat then."

"'Never say no to my favourite food." You say jokingly.

There's silence and then a thud.

"'Are you ok.. v ssi." You ask standing up.

"Don't worry, it was the shampoo bottle."

The music in the background turns off.

"Can you please get me a towel?"

You nod and get up to pick one.

"Do I..turn around.... how do I?" You say confused.

"Don't worry I am here." He says.

You close your eyes. He takes the towel from your hands.

"I'm decent now. You can open your eyes."

You open your eyes. His naked torso leads you to have thoughts that are far from decent.

You mentally smack yourself. He's your boss. Your very hot, very sexy and half naked boss.

"Please wear something." You say hiding your face.

He laughs. It's a rich sound. Beautiful. Melodious.

Taehyung wears his joggers and T-shirt. As fun as it was to fluster his cute bodyguard. Catching a cold would turn his work into a nightmare.

"I'm dressed now. You can look." He says.

Carefully you peek through your fingers.

"Can you dry my hair?" He says yawning.

You nod slowly accepting the strange nature of your boss's requests.

Carefully you dry his hair. It's rough and fragile perhaps due to being dyed multiple times. Still you enjoy running your fingers through his scalp lightly massaging like a friend had taught you.

Taehyung's eyes were droopy he hadn't felt this safe and comfortable in a long while. He wanted to keep you with him forever. It would be so nice, if you were always with him. You took such good care of him. After Jiminie no one had talked to him in the bath. No one had hugged and comforted him in a long while. His family barely had time for him. Always asking for more. More time with him on the holidays, more money, always complaining he didn't spend enough time and enjoying things as he slaved away. On top of that they had hated his Jimin. Told him he should hang out with better people, people who don't struggle with mental health.. Not like he listened to them.

"Taehyung ssi.. Taehyung ssi." You say softly shaking him.

He opens his eyes partly. It's then you notice the difference between his eyes. You're both staring into each others eyes when the bell rings startling you.

"It's the delivery guy." He says. "I ordered some *favourite dish*"

Your face glows immediately.

"Seriously."

He nods. "I told you I'd buy you a meal."

"Thanks boss. You're the best. Let me go get it." You say smiling brightly.

He watches you go and decides he can never let you leave.

The next few weeks don't involve much unexpected activity. You and Chan take care that incident like the blood bath doesn't occur again. Since the incident your interpersonal relations are improving. You've become more friendly with Chan, going as far as having food together when your shifts overlap or you have time together. Even Taehyung has become sweeter. Telling you to use his card for an extra cup of coffee. Asking you for opinion on his outfits. Taking help in choosing his jewellery.

Today the schedule was pretty busy. You cant wait to finish your shift. You just had to drop Taehyung to his home and then you'd be free.

"Y/n." He calls from behind.

"Yes?" You say looking at him through the mirror.

"Stop by the Encastle. I've made reservations I'm hungry." He says.

You nod.

Taehyung's strict diet scared you. Sometimes you felt he was too thin. You sometimes felt like a grandmother does wanting to feed her grandkid. It was undeniable you'd grown fond of him and even though it was the worst you were emotionally attached.

"We've arrived." you tell him.

You both enter through the backdoor to avoid paparazzi. You are led towards the private seating rooms.

You check the room and step outside.

"It's safe. You can go sit."

"Come have food with me. I dont want to eat alone." He says grabbing your wrist and tugging you in.

The dinner passes in silence. The food is impeccable. You engage in a bit of small talk but Taehyung is too tired to talk even if he is enthusiastic about talking. So he let's you talk. You talk about your childhood, about your school days, about things you like about living in Korea and things you miss from back home. Anytime you stop or pause he refreshes the conversation.

The drive back to his house us filled with conversation too.

"Can we watch the stars?" He asks.

"Huh?" You ask focusing on driving.

"I want to go to the rooftop will you come?"

"It's." My job why are you phrasing it like a question. You think. "Yes ofcourse but remember to wear proper clothes." You say.

"'OK." He says grinning.

So you and Taehyung watch the stars from the top of the building. You feel free. The sky is clear and there's an occasional light breeze. In other words it's the perfect weather. You keep an eye out for trouble though its unlikely. You look at Taehyung and take time to observe his ethereal looks. Even without makeup or dressing up he looks angelic. His face holds a sombre expression. That's how he looks when he isn't watching how he looks.

He turns to you offering you a smile. A smile no less brilliant than a star.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

You hope your heart isn't racing.

"Very." You reply and you notice that the smile doesn't leave his eyes.

You and Chan often catch up with each other drinking coffee in Taehyung's kitchen in the morning. Which he had kindly offered to you both for this use.

"You're so funny." Chan says as you tell him one of the incidents that had happened to you after you first came to Korea.

"I mean.. I didn't know ok."

He laughs louder.

"That's what makes it funnier."

When you first came to Korea because of the newness of the language instead of saying paegopha (I'm hungry) you kept saying pogoshipda(I miss you) for a while.

"When I first saw you you looked intimidating and two pretty to be a bodyguard but now I know how big of a dork you are Y/n."

"No that's just the sleep deprivation talking. Anyhow the schedule just involves company meeting and shooting for the drama right?" You confirm.

"Yes, take care on the set though." He says.

"Don't worry. I am always careful." You reply.

"I'm ready, let's go." Taehyung says not looking up from the script in his hand.

Even in the car he doesn't look up from it.

"Taehyung ssi, you'll hurt your eyes if you keep reading." You tell him.

"Call me Taehyung please I feel old being called Taehyung ssi all the time."

"I dont think that's a good idea, Sir."

"'Consider it an order then"

"Ok, Taehyung."

"'Good Girl." There's something about the way he says it that sends shiver down your spine.

You turn down the AC.

Waiting for Taehyung to come out from his bosses cabin. You enjoy sitting on the chairs near the window. The sunlight coming in is pleasant. You almost miss Taehyung leaving the cabin. You're back on your feet and by his side but Taehyung is still looking at the view you were looking at moments ago.

"The weather is nice." Taehyung says.

"It is. Did your meeting go well?"

"Hmm... he said I needed to post more pictures to let the fans know I'm ok."

"Oh... do you want me to help?" You ask.

"No its fine. I just look go--."

"What are you saying you always look incredible, it's the rest of us mortals who suffer."

He looks at you wide eyed, it's the first time you've interrupted him. While he doesn't appreciate you talking over him. He's gonna let you off free this one time.

The rest of the day is uninteresting except for Taehyung taking pictures. He posts some online. And if you would have looked closely one of them has you in it.

When the time to change shifts come you wait for Bang Chan. He comes in, the smile lighting his face when he sees you is missing. You grow concerned.

"Are you ok, Chan?"

"'Oh yeah yes. I mean nothings wrong. How are you? There wasn't any trouble right?"

"Yes yes I'm fine. You sure... you can talk to me if you want I won't mind?"

He looks at you puppy eyed.

"Uh.. the thing is that .. I uh like you.. and like more than a colleague or a friend like like you and I know it's not professional and I just wanted to let you know and for this reason I am thinking about changing jobs.."

You take a step back.

"I .. um .. don't know what to say." You reply.

"Don't worry I won't let it come between us. I'm just... I had to let you know." He says.

You feel panic clogging your pores. What strange situation had you landed in being liked by a colleague and falling for your boss.

~°~°~

You decided to go home for a week and took leave. Taehyung wasn't pleased and insisted you message him daily and Chan ever since then has avoided looking into your eyes.

The first few days of your vacation pass by peacefully. You receive good morning and good night messages from Taehyung which have you giggling like a school girl. He also informs you that Chan resigned but you don't know how to feel about that. Contrary to what people think being pretty and being liked for that was very burdensome.

You and Taehyung chat more often than ever. He gives you updates about Korea, sends you selfies. He even called you once.

Before your vacation ends things go downhill.

Head of Security Mr. Song called you informing about the death of Chan. You book the next flight to Seoul leaving in a hurry. Despite your limbs aching and jet lag. You drop your luggage to your apartment and rush to the office. On your way you call Hyun sunbae.

"Hello, I'm back. How's everything? Is Taehyung ssi well ??" You ask.

"We are at the company. There's a frenzy here. This is unprecedented. If you can right now come here."

"I'm on my way."

You hurry towards the meeting room where you were told the meeting was taking place. You take a deep breath to calm yourself before opening the doors. There's a heated discussion but you pay no heed to it. Your eyes searching for Taehyung and when you see him you finally breath. You go sit next to him. He intertwines your hand with his.

"The best course of action is to have someone live with V-ssi." Kang says.

"But who both of us are married." Hyun replies.

You feel Kang's gaze on you. You remove your hand from Taehyung's.

"I think it'd be the best if Miss Y/n moved into Taehyung-ssi's apartment."

"Are you both alright with this?" Hyun asks.

You nod. The urge to keep Taehyung in your line of sight strong. You didn't doubt you'd be unable to protect him.

"It's decided. Move as quick as possible. Right now if you will." Kang instructs you.

As the meeting concludes you and Taehyung along with two company guards accompany you. You feel embarrassed when Taehyung enters your apartment so you hurriedly packs.

Taehyung on the other hand is delighted to see this part of you which he might not have otherwise known. He sees the things you've used to decorate your apartment and decides to buy you those so you feel right at home with him. He also notes your clothes and decides to buy you more.

Hmm maybe you could do with more lace , his pretty pet... or satin or velvet or silk anything a girl could want for. The possibilities were endless. Had he known eliminating that Bang Chan had been corrupting his precious pet he would have done it sooner.

You dont feel him sneak up on you distracted by the jet lag and packing. His breath hits your ear as he speaks.

"'Are you done? Do you need me to help."

Before you answer he places his arms on yours and helps close the zip of your bag. You grow fascinated by his sexy hands. You shake your head. You turn bur he still hasn't moved. Face to face. You're so close that you could move slightly and your lips might touch. The thank you on your lips is swallowed. Up close he's even more handsome. He has slight fuzz on his skin but otherwise it looks soft. That your hands reach to touch. You hesitate. He grabs your hand and places it on his cheek. He leans into your touch eyes half close half open. Sultry. And it leaves butterflies in your stomach.

Looking at your flustered state he smiles.

One of the guards from outside calls your name. You almost jump back falling on your bed. You feel flustered. Taehyung gives you a smile you cannot comprehend and picks up your luggage.

Your stay at Taehyung's house creates chaos inside of you. On one hand it's comfort and luxury and you know longer come back to an empty house. You also don't have to get up earlier. On the other hand your feelings for Taehyung keep growing. He is sweet and considerate and touchy. Always requesting to cuddle when you watch a movie together. Acting cute to get his way. He even asked to sleep in your bed because he couldn't sleep. Which you refused but suggested instead to sit beside him till he slept. Still those were the things you could handle what you couldn't handle was him roaming shirtless or in those short shorts which exposed his strong thighs.

One evening he knocks your door couple of packages in his hand.

You open the door and take a few because they might topple over.

"I just ordered some jewellery for my mom and sister. Can you help me decide who to give what?"

"That's sweet." You say.

He flashes a boxy smile that strikes right at your heart.

The evening and late night are spent trying on the jewellery. Some of the pieces are very questionable though.

"What's this you ask." Holding a long chain.

"Oh it's very cool it's supposed to be put on your tummy."

"I dont think that's a good idea. This is something you buy for yourself or your partner."

"Hmm still try it on. I've already ordered it so you might as well... unless you want to see me try it." He says and pulls the hem of his shirt.

You put your hands in his stopping him.

"Taehyung. No."

"Fine." he huffs. "Atleast put on that choker no?"

You give in but its harder to put then you anticipated. As Taehyung sees you struggle with putting it on he holds your hair first.

"'Hold your hair Y/n. Let me do it to you." His low voice singing in your ears raises goosebumps on your flesh. You use both your hands to hold up your hair. Despite that he struggles to close it or so it seems.

Watching your neck and touching your skin is an almost holy experience. If loving you meant going to he'll he was ready to bear the heat. The temptation to kiss your neck after he was done was strong. If he had his way flowers would bloom across the expanse of your skin. Then everyone would know who you belonged to.

He sighs. For now he would have to content himself with watching you in a choker that had his name weaved into the design.

"Y/Nie!!" he calls you sitting on your bed.

"Are you free this weekend?"

"Why?"

"Jin Hyung has invited me to have dinner with him and his wife."

"Is 'jin hyung' the Actor Kim Seokjin." You confirm.

"Yes.. so are you."

"I guess. Do I have to wear something specific or is the uniform fine?" You ask.

"You're going to dine with us as for the clothes. I have a friend in the fashion department who sent me some options."

You are both surprised and shocked by his statement. Surprised because he was so considerate and shocked because your relationship with him was becoming more unprofessional by the day.

"Taehyung I appreciate it but you shouldn't have. It's wrong."

"I can't believe you're being so ungrateful. I just tried to make your job easier. Can't you see how tough it is to have people in my life and I'm trying to be helpful and you just threw it on my face. I'm done." He says angrily and storms of locking himself in his room.

You think about apologising when you have dinner. You even cook his favourite dish. He doesn't come out. The food grows cold and you grow concerned.

"Taehyung.. Taehyung ssi. V ssi. Taehyung please. I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I should have been better. Please come out. I'm getting worried... please at least answer me."

Taehyung opens the door. His eyes are red. You feel guilt clogging you.

So you find yourself sitting across Mrs. And Mr. Kim Seokjin in the private room of one of the most expensive and private restaurants of the city if not the country. His wife is polite and well mannered as is Jin. You almost feel intimidated. You're profession involved intimidating but despite his charming smile you could tell Kim Seokjin was not to be trifled with. You found yourself staring at the meal for the most part. It was a pity your appetite was dead because it was a rich delicious meal.

You get to see another side of Taehyung, a softer more childlike side of him. Taehyung and Jin were the ones who kept the conversation going mostly.

"Would you like some dessert?"

You nod and point at a random thing on the menu chocolate au something. Fancy words really gave you a headache.

Seokjin to orders a dessert his wife tries to speak up but he shuts her off with a look. She looks away and your eyes meet and she looks gown pretending to dust off her dress. You feel discontent. Still you brush it off.

You leave the restaurant after finishing with your meal. You're just saying goodbye when a waiter comes with a handbag in hand. It's Jin's wife's.

"Madam your purse." The waiter calls out.

In the corner of your eye you see Jin's jaw clench. It's a dangerous expression, you'd forgotten your discomfort but it returned more stronger than before.

Jin's wife hid behind Jin. "Stay Away.. S-Stay A-away. STAY AWAY. I'm sorry sorry sorry."

Taehyung took the purse from the waiter and tipped him.

Jin turned to his wife. "I'm sorry Jagiya. It's going to fine as long as I'm here nobody is going to hurt you ok."

His wife looked like oxygen escaped her. Tears streamed down ruining some of the makeup.

Jin cupped her face. "Focus on me, love. Breathe in breathe out. Yes just like that my sweetheart.youre doing good. Let's go home. Say bye to our guests and we'll leave."

She finally seems to be calming down. "G-good by-ee Taehyung and Y/n. It was nice to meet you." She says meekly.

The couple disappears into the night.

As you sit in the car which Taehyung is driving, your mind booms with questions. What, How, Why?.

"What's going inside your head y/nie."

"I..."

"Jin hyungs wife? You're worried about her."

"How did you know. I just know you're a nice person?"

"In the beginning of their relationship fans got to know about her, saesangs released information about her, she was fired from her job and assaulted. Since then Jin Hyung doesn't like her coming out and doesn't bring her out unless absolutely necessary. They got married and they live in a beautiful country house at the edge of the city. Since then Hyung only takes a limited amount of dramas and spends the rest of the time with her."

You can only imagine what she must have faced trying to save her life when her only fault was falling in love with someone who was loved by everyone or rather making such a person fall for her.

You were still in the car when the message came.

Public Service Announcement : It is to be noted that due to security threats the public except essential government workers are to quarantine. Taking effect from 12 hrs tomorrow.

What little peace there was was discarded.

It was a rush of calls, taking supplies. Instead of driving you home. Taehyung drove you to the supermarket but seeing the rush you decided it was better to order delivery instead. Still Taehyung drove you to the mall so you could get some clothes since you hadn't brought that many of yours.

The next day started as any other until the delivery came and it was multiple boxes.

Instead of doing anything about the boxes Taehyung returned to sleep. You didn't say anything knowing he barely got time to rest. You on the other hand decided, setting the items according to use and expiry dates would be good. So you set about your task.

The head of security and Taehyung's manager dropped by to give shooting equipment, diet plans and makeup for Taehyung's use.

You made sandwich for lunch and extra for Taehyung.

The night had set when you were done with the supplies.

It was the beginning of a first nightmare. Days passed by watching news or playing games. Sometimes Taehyung would do a love to talk to his fans. You tried cooking a few different things. Luckily you could still access the gym.

Living with Taehyung wasn't bad. You had come to terms with his different moods. Whimsical and sad and flirty and excited. He changed within the drop of a hat. Still you enjoyed his company. Too much some times. You tried to stop yourself but there was no escaping from the vortex called Kim Taehyung.

Finally it was the last day of quarantine and you were so happy finally you could be free to go out. While you didn't hate how you passed the time. You couldn't wait to be free.

As you tell Taehyung about the announcement he gives you a strange look. You're confused by the lack of positive response but you push it aside. Taehyung was and probably would always remain a mystery to you.

He checks his phone. There are multiple messages.

"Could you please put up the equipment for the live" He requests. You nod and set it up.

LIVE: CONFESSION

Hello beautiful people, it's me. Yes today is a happy day the restrictions are lifting. How are you doing?... let me see the comments. Looks like all is well. All front line workers, thank you for your hard work.

For a while it continued like usual.

Now since I a lot of you are here you must be wondering why I titled the live as confession. Its because I have a confession to make. As you all know its been a year since Jiminie left and since then I've been lonely and after him you're my best friends and my protectors so it's only fair that you know about her. The girl I love. She joined the staff recently and she's my bodyguard and took care of me. We fell in love with each other. Y/N is very precious to me I hope you'll treat her preciously too and I hope you're happy for me.

You waited for the him to end the live. Fuming in anger and confusion. "What's the meaning of this?"

"Isn't this what you want?"

"What even.. when did I even?"

"Don't act dumb sweetheart I'm not blind I've seen the way you look at me."

"That doesn't mean a thing?" You try to deny.

"You sure like to play hard to get.. don't you know it makes me want to own you even more."

"I am not a thing you can own. As soon as this is over I'm leaving." You say anger rising and shame.

"To where?"

"Back home."

"You're so cute darling. Who's going to pay your bills once you are blacklisted in a celebrity scandal. And it really would be a pity if your home burned down or if something happened to Eun Sang."

"'Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not I'm just explaining things to you."

"I will go to the police." You threaten. He just calmly sits on the sofa.

"I wonder who they'll believe a foreigner who had been fired under mysterious circumstances or an idol who had been stalked."

The gravity of your situation hits you. Taehyung has you trapped. You wonder how far he'll go to ruin you if you don't listen. You can't live with the guilt of ruining the life of the people you love.

You're silent and Taehyung takes it that he's put his point across to you.

"Now love you have two options, to be my lover and live happily with all the luxury and love or be my stalker and end up a criminal. It will be a pity if something happens to your mom who is finally coming to surprise you, right?" He says addressing you who is completely at his mercy.

Could you ever escape? Did you even have a chance.

"So tell me will you be mine or will you be mine?"

The End.

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Authors Note 📝

The request did take time but then the length fixes it... I hope.

Anyone who wants to request. This is your sign. I also write non-yandere.

I don't actually know how employment agencies work or other things I hope it's not to terrible.

Also like Jin is a yandere if you didn't figure it out.

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