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Traning

"What the hell?" You felt your jaw dropped, "Wait, wait, wait! You're joking, aren't you?" your eyes looked up at a boy, he was Seong Taehoon.

Taehoon raised an eyebrow, "Joking? Nah, I'm serious. You can punch me, try it." he said, while he stared at you with his calm face. But still, you still stood in front of him with your disbelief face. "What? Still not believe me, Bookworm?"

"Probably, yes is the answer," you nodded.

Taehoon sighed, "Listen, you're practice with me, Bookworm." he looked at you, then he walked toward the sandbag. "Since your teacher is busy for a week, you're will be my student when you're in this dojang, got it?" You nodded in agreement, made Taehoon a bit relieved. "Well, Bookworm, I still can't believe that you're an athlete of Taekwondo, and since when?" he kicked the sandbag. You just hummed then you spoke, "I learned the Taekwondo since I was in elementary school," you shrugged. "Why? Are you---" "That's a bit impossible for you, especially you're always read your books in the class," he cut your dialog. Your eyes are narrowed now, while you stared at him, you kicked the sandbag several with your the strength of your leg muscles that have often been trained.

"That's not immposible, as you can see, we are both professionals." You rolled your eyes, "But I never participate in the UFC like you."

He heard Taehoon chuckle, "Yeah, yeah. It's up to you, bookworm."

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. 500 Won."

You two glared at each others until Hobin, Jjiksae, and Gaeul entered the dojang. When they entered the dojang, your attention focused on the three of them.

"Uhh ... Hello?" said Hobin smiled at you two.

"Ehh? Who is she?"

"She's [Name] right?"

"That young athlete of Taekwondo?!"

"Hey, she's with Taehoon."

"She's hot!!"

"Dang, the viewers looked a bit brutal when the camera at [Name]," said Jjiksae. He was right, the chats were be surprised and amazed when the camera was pointed at you. And they could see you in their screen.

You smiled at them, "Hi." you said while waving to the three of them—the viewers of the HTF channel also saw you because Jjiksae pointed the camera at you. While Taehoon just silent beside you.

"Hey, you guys have sparring, right?" Gaeul looked at you two. You just nodded as a respond.

Taehoon glanced at you, "Aren't afraid if I kick you, Bookworm?" he snickered at you, his smirk turned wider. Mocked at you.

You grinned, "Well, maybe I'll kick your head, Mr. 500 Won." said you. You fixed that black belt around your waist. You flexed your hands, "Since we're both pro, I think we don't have to wear those protector, right?"

Taehoon just looked at you smugly, "It's up to you, if your hand can't hold the book properly after this, don't blame me, Bookworm."

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Whack!

You could avoid his kick, but your level wasn't higher than him, you were one level below Taehoon, just one level. Yeah. But it made the strength he put into his foot stronger than you could imagine.

You almost got kicked by him. Thank goodness this was just training.

You could hear Taehoon mocking you from the way he talked to you. "Heh ... Even though you can attack me back, why don't you do it?"

You chuckled in annoyance, "You're so fast, damn it."

While you guys were having small talk, you forgot about the three people who were there, in the same dojang, and the viewers were watching the two of you.

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[amber-michaelson]

His Darkside

Tom holland x reader

Summary: all is well till his celebrity life gets in his way and he's about to lose his love but changes things very fast

Read at own risk

Warning: swearing, yandere

yn pov

“have a nice day” i smiled handing the costumer her coffee “next please” i called and smiled as i saw a familiar face “tom holland 4 times this week people are gonna start thinking you have a crush on me” i giggled “well your smile just brightens my dreadful day” he smiled leaning onto the counter “oh really do you want my smile and your regular” i asked “yes please with a chocolate muffin” he pleads and watches as i get his order ready “hows filming going” i ask making small talk since he was the last costumer the rest already sorted and chatting not caring that TOM HOLLAND was in the shop ‘must not be movie people’ “its good good but tiring” he mumbled and smiled as i handed him his order “well thats 15 dollars please” i said and wiped the counter where i spilled “keep the change” he smiled and handed me 30 and i was about to protest but he shook his head and turned around but turned back around and stared at me “can i take you out” he blurted out “like a date” i questioned tilting my head “like a date” he murmured nodding and grabbed a pen and paper out of his pocket and scribbled down his number “you just keep a pen and paper on you” i laughed “well when a fan wants a autograph” he said handing me the paper i smiled at the little note he wrote ‘if a star fell for every time i thought of you, the sky would be empty’ it was kinda weird “ill make sure to text you later” he said smiling before leaving “bye” i murmur to myself ‘i just got asked out by a celebrity’.

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tom pov 

i looked at my phone as i waited for her i choose a casual date spot so i didn’t make her uncomfortable with a fancy restaurant “hey tom” i looked up as i heard her and looked her up and down “you look beautiful” i say standing up and pulled her chair out for her “such a gentle men” she giggled and sat down “anything for a beautiful woman” i smiled and sat back down “how was your day” i asked and sipped my water  "it was very slow after you left" she murmured gazing over the menu "what would you like yn" I mumbled waving over a waiter "ill just have fd and ff please" she smiled at me and I order mine "your orders will be right out" 'this is gonna be great'.

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I walked her to her door as we chatted "I had a really fun time hopefully we can do this again" she said smiling "we differently should we should have a movie date at my house we order pizza wear baggy clothes and binge Netflix" I smiled imagining everything for out next date "sounds perfect" she murmured and looked at her door then me "I guess ill see you tomorrow with your regular" yn giggled "with that beautiful smile please" I smiled with puppy dog eyes "sure thing" she whispered and kissed my cheek before heading inside 'she's just perfect'.

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Yn pov

The silent tears run down my cheeks I can't do this anymore its not right for me or him the media is right I'm not good enough for me "babe I'm home" I quickly wipe my tears away and put a smile on my face it isn't his fault be doesn't deserve the hate I bring "hey baby" he greet and hugged me "hey welcome home" I freak as my voice sounds shaky "whats wrong" he asks pulling back and staring at me I couldn't do it anymore "we need to talk" I murmured and walked to the couch him trailing behind me "did I do something wrong" I shook my head sitting down "your making me scared what's wrong" he murmured grazing his hand up my arm I grabbed it and held it in my lap im gonna miss him "tom...." I paused thinking of the right way to say this "I can't do this anymore and I'm really sor-" "what do you mean couldn't do it do what" he asked pulling his hand away with a little force "tom our relationship has to end" I murmur looking down as the tears started again "why why are you doing this" he muttered "you deserve someone better" I whisper and yelped as he forced me to face him "who said something" he asked raising his voice which he has never done infront of me "why would you ever think you were never good enough for me" he said softening his voice and let go of my face "I never thought I was good enough for you but I wished I was when you asked me out I thought it was a dream but now reality is catching up and I can't do it anymore" I cried looking away from him "what do you mean reality is catching up" he asked but I couldn't answer "what do you mean" he shouted standing up I looked at him in fear and moved away "answer me" he yelled threateningly "I can't tom" I said putting my hands up as a shield "why cant you tell me why" he screamed and picked up the vase that layed on the table and threw it at the wall I was shaking in fear and got up and started running up to our room but he was following in toe "are you cheating on me is that why you wanna end our relationship" he screamed and threw a picture frame that landed next to my head, I shot into the room and was about to close the door put his foot got into the way "tom please you have to understand" I pleaded and moved away from him my cheeks wet with tears "understand that your trying to leave me without a explanation yn" me muttered and grabbed the bat we kept by the bed incase of a robbery "tom please don't" I begged and gasped as I hit the wall "you don't understand one thing yn and it is that you are mine and you belong to me and me alone you can never leave" he yelled and raised the bat and hit me knocking me out.

Tom pov

I stared down at her unconscious body and dropped the bat to carry her into our basement where I will keep her till she's ready to come out again and it doesn't matter how long it takes "sweet dreams babe" I murmur as I finished cuffing her to the bed "now lets check that little phone of yours" I muttered and went to the living room where her phone sat on the table I sat down and grabbed it and turn it on the lock screen was a picture of her and Tessa when she first met her and her password was our anniversary I looked on her social media's and watts-app but nothing she was loyal "then why did you want to break up" I murmured to myself I see she had a opened app and clicked on it my eyes widening "what the fuck" I muttered and scrolled down the page it was hate comments and theories of me just using her I threw her phone into the wall breaking it "well yn you don't have to deal with that anymore because you won't me able to leave me" I muttered to myself.

Bonus

"It is the 10th year anniversary since tom hollands girlfriend has gone missing, he was spotted at their favorite restaurant picking up his and hers favorite meal and his commitment still stands" the news reporter says "and I think that's enough tv for today babe" tom grabs the remote turning off the TV kissing the cheek of the emotionless girl as their three kids whispered to their mothers growing belly with their 4th child she lost her freedom and tom lost her love but he will never let her leave never till her last breath she is his and his alone

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We ridin' (currently under editing)

This is the sound you hear when you ride with your enemies

▪︎Summary: Two young people fall in love despite the rivalry of their racing teams.  The smallest mistakes you make will leave the biggest regrets.

▪︎Pairing: Lee Haechan x female reader

▪︎Genres: Street racing au, romance, angst

▪︎Word count: 11.2k

▪︎Warnings: minor character death and mentions of death, profanity, substance consumption (alcohol and drugs), toxic relationships, suggestive scenes/implied sex, graphic descriptions of a car accident, blood, guns, violence.

Listen to the playlist here. | Haechan's moodboard. | Johnny's moodboard.

A/N: Hey everyone :) I said it'll be out before August 15 and it's here :) I hope you all enjoy it. It's not proofread, though, so apologies for any mistakes. Also I hope you remember this is fiction and I do not romanticize or condone any of the characters' behaviors or ways of being in a relationship. Please read warnings before proceeding. If you enjoy the fic, don't be scared to leave some feedback! It's highly appreciated 💙

0. Subtle mistakes felt like life or death

Unlike every other Sunday morning, the Suhs' garage is closed. Traces of last night's big storm are reflected on the wet pavement and the drops still falling from the trees, hitting the sidewalk. Inside the house, at the back of the garage, everything is dark and messy; the small boxes of chinese take out from last night, now cold, remain untouched on the small table in the living room. The sound of the last drops of rain and the voice of the reporter coming out of the old television cut the air, disturbing the silence between so much implicit chaos.

'And now getting straight to the breaking news, a well-known young man from the illegal street racing community, dead in a car crash that took place last night at 127 Road.'

"Haechan, stop."

"Babe, I'm fucking tired. I gotta show them who they're messing with. Gotta make them respect me!"

"No one wants to mess with you, for fuck's sake. Not right now. It's dangerous!"

'How many more lives should have to be taken for these kids to finally stop their dangerous activities? They're a menace not only to themselves, but to other innocent civilians as well. It's truly heartbreaking.'

"Haechan, slow the fuck down!"

1. Candy paint with windows all black

It was your birthday the night you met Haechan. Ever since you were little, you have been interested in your older brother Johnny's work. But since the street racing scene has always been a bit dangerous, he promised that he would protect you until you came of age, not letting you attend any of the nightly events to which your brother dedicates his life. That came much faster than you expected, however, and that same night you found yourself attending your first competition ever. While you weren't planning on racing a car, the idea was to support one of Johnny's best friends and the team's number one racer, Taeyong, who would be driving to win a car—the winner of the race would take the loser's.

Haechan lost a car that night, that ended up parked in your brother's garage. However, he won your attention and admiration with a few words and an irresistible image in just a couple minutes. Although he was shocked to find out your last name and to see that you chatted with him with such interest and innocence, it didn't take long for his expression of astonishment to change into a flirty, cynical smile. You wouldn't understand such behavior until later, when you talked to your brother once the event ended and after driving Haechan's car—now your brother's team's car—to your new home. You were finally moving in with them too.

"I saw you talking to Haechan earlier", Johnny pointed out.

"Oh, yeah. Did you know he's an engineer? He knows a lot, and he's really funny, too! I think you would like him. He even invited me to next Friday's race and told me I can go with him–

"I don't really want you around him," your brother interrupted you.

"Johnny, I'm an adult now. You literally accepted me here because you said I'm old enough."

"Yeah but like, I didn't take you there to fall for Haechan. He's bad news."

"You don't even know him."

"I do, and I know all his mates," he said, getting out of the car at the same time Taeyong was arriving with his own vehicle—the winner of that night. "They're trouble," Johnny continued. "He's gonna sweet-talk you into doing things you've never done before."

You scoffed, not believing Johnny still wanted to control you even after he himself introduced you to his world, knowing its risks, but more importantly knowing you were doing it to escape from the controlling and toxic environment of your parent's house, the same one he had been lucky enough to get out of years before you. That you were also an adult capable of making your own decisions and facing their consequences was an understatement. "He's not gonna sweet-talk me into anything. I know very well what I want."

He let out an exasperated sigh before talking again. "Arrested twice by the police for drunk driving. Once caught selling drugs. A car accident with his ex-girlfriend a few months ago. And the Lees' garage is just a big mafia in disguise. Weapons and all, my sister," Johnny concluded after entering your house.

"As if you guys don't do all of that shit too," you answered with your head down and a pout on your lips. "I know some things, you know."

"Just promise me you won't fall for him," he asked with a much less demanding tone and a tired expression on his face.

You shook your head no and that was enough for Johnny, who came over to hug you and kiss your head goodnight before heading off to his room.

"He's just worried about you," you heard Taeyong's voice coming from the kitchen where he munched some cereal soaked in milk from a Bob SquarePants bowl.

"I know," you sighed while sitting on the island across from him. With slumped shoulders and undisguised disappointment, you decided to accompany Taeyong and drown your sorrow a little in cereal.

"But that doesn't mean you can't have fun. You just don't have to fall for him."

And Haechan wasn't intimidated by anything or anyone. Growing up watching his family race cars and do dirty business, the boy would get in and out of trouble like he had a master's degree. After seeing you for the first time, he started going to your brother's shop every day, with the excuse that he desperately needed some parts for his latest design, since his personal supplier wasn't doing his job and the Suhs' garage was "the only one with the pieces in the whole city".

However, Haechan wasn't stupid. The boy knew that your brother and especially his Japanese friend did not like him at all, so he avoided visiting the store when they were there. But when your best friend Mark or Taeyong were around, Haechan knew he had a free pass. The fact that the latter two were desperate to sell parts and get as much money as possible to be able to upgrade Taeyong's car helped him perfectly in his plan of seeing you every day he could.

The young boy was really charming. He not only had the good looks but, as your brother had warned you, he also had the smooth talk. It was hard to ignore him and even more so when he was flirting and making you laugh all the time. After a week of hearing the same phrase 'I forgot to buy something yesterday', Mark and Taeyong started ignoring him every time he walked into the store, directly leaving it up to you. They knew he was only there for you, anyway.

"But if he bothers you guys so much, I don't get why you still let him come around and buy things from here?" As soon as Haechan leaves, you ask your friend Mark, who's sitting at the computer behind the shop's counter. 

"But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven."

You patiently wait for Mark to finish reciting the words you too have memorized, after hearing him say them enough times since you two met years ago when he visited Johnny at your house.

"Matthew 5:44," he concludes, turning on his chair and looking at you through his glasses.

"You are such a loser, I can't believe I still consider you my friend," you sigh in response.

"Listen," he started, "I respect Johnny big time, but we really need the money."

You observe Mark's eyes get wider and wider as he opens up to you in a whisper, scared your brother could come back in any second.

"I love Johnny hyung," is all Taeyong adds, sitting at the other end of the counter, without taking his eyes off his Switch. Brief, but honest words.

"And how is this guy Haechan not broke yet?" You ask while checking some duplicates of the tickets that record all the purchases he has made in the week. More than thousands of dollars in just a few days sounding a little suspicious.

"Haechan's rich–"

"He sells drugs–"

Both of them are quick to answer. But either their telepathic abilities to agree have been wearing thin, or Taeyong is too focused on his game to notice that Mark has been trying to avoid the Haechan-talk for a good few minutes already. Mark's heavy sigh and Taeyong's shocked eyes, realizing he screwed up talking too much, are all the information you needed to find out what the truth is behind Haechan having so much money.

"I've always loved you for your honesty, Taeyong," you smile at him and tell him not to worry about it, but he still sends a pouty 'sorry' to your younger friend before getting back into his game. "Johnny actually told me about it, but I didn't believe it was that big of a deal?"

"Yeah, they've been selling for years now."

Mark now lets go an exasperated sigh, clearly annoyed at the subject of talk, but that doesn't stop you from taking advantage of Taeyong's moment of vulnerability. His little virtual animal farm, more important than anything else going on around him. "What do they sell?"

"Whatever shit you need."

Mark is already gone to the back the moment Taeyong answers, and you realize the latter truly has no idea of ​​his annoyance at the moment he starts humming the theme song of Animal Crossing.

"We really are dumb, huh."

Taeyong looks up and waits for you to continue talking while his game loads.

"If we are so desperate for money, why don't we sell too?" You ask, and Taeyong's face lights up at the proposal, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open in amazement like the thought would've never crossed his mind if it wasn't for you.

From the back of the store, however, you hear Mark's scream calling your name. "Don't put any stupid ideas into Taeyong's head!"

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Outside the night smells like a mixture of burning tires, weed and car perfume. Friday nights are known to be reserved for making quick money, and weeks of hard work boil down to just a couple of minutes of adrenaline rush. Tonight, Taeyong will be racing Johnny's blue BMW 340 against a 2018 Audi s6. The Audi is a heavy car, so Taeyong could take that lead to win tonight if it wasn't for Johnny's car having a turbine failing. In any case, he will be subjecting it to all possible pressure so as not to lose power. Hopefully, your team's star racer will make it to the finish line without damaging the car even more.

Taeyong is one of the nicest people you've ever met. But to others, there isn't an in-between–people either love him, or don't like him at all. You guess it's because he portrays a serious image and almost doesn't smile in public. Yet, when you really know him, you find out he's a softie.

"I love you, Taeyong," you tell him as he squeezes you in his arms, and he moves out to hug the rest of the members before getting into the car.

Simply because anything could happen at any time, you swore you'd never want to regret not telling your friends how much you love them before any of them got in a car. That's how close you got to be over the years, and how much you mean to each other.

"If I die tonight you take my Switch!" Taeyong closes the door after pointing in your direction and you smile in response.

He revs the engine causing a strange blue fire to come out of the exhaust pipe; probably another change Yuta has been working on to impress the girls out there, and to impress Johnny. Beside him, a pink car envelops the crowd in a cloud of thick, suffocating smoke, from which a boy with honey-colored skin emerges. Something about 'stop burning my tires' can be heard through all the noise from the crowd. Him and the boy in the cotton candy car exchange a quick handshake and, as soon as the flagger gives the signal, both cars take off in pursuit of the night's grand cash prize, and the renown and recognition on the streets that comes with the victory.

There's your team and the Lee's racing against each other yet another week. And there's Haechan across the street, with a cigarette between his lips checking you up and down, while you pretend to ignore him, trying to focus on the trajectory of your friend driving the blue car. When your brother's too distracted talking to your friends, though, you take your own time to set your eyes on Haechan and dig into his appearance.

High waisted white jeans matched with a graphic t-shirt of the same color and a thick leather jacket hug his figure. His clavicles are shown very slightly, and his neck is adorned with some metallic chains and pearls, making his smooth skin under the moonlight look more inviting than usual. He's got his hair disheveled and darker than normal. You decide that it's when Haechan has long hair that you find him the most attractive. And you do your best not to stare, but he makes the task too difficult—especially when he deeply looks at you and smiles like he's trying to get you hypnotized.

It was too easy for Haechan to have you eating out of the palm of his hand. Him, a face too angelic to be, supposedly, such a dangerous person. Bad at being bad. You, on the other hand, a soul too pure to fool around with a demon like him. Too good at being good. That contradiction, however, is what must make it so appealing to you.

You blink one time and he's all you see shining under the moonlight. He finishes his cigarette and throws it to the ground, stepping with the toes of his leather boots to turn it off. You close and open your eyes once more, look up searching for his face, but he's already gone at the same time the pink car comes back and stops right in front of you, letting out the high-pitched screech of the brakes. That's when you realize the scene had turned quiet as your gaze met Haechan, then violent when you lost him.

Taeyong makes its comeback two seconds after, which makes your team lose about a thousand and five hundred dollars tonight. That's not the biggest loss, however, since you often win more from the side bets on the cars than from the actual races. From the winner's car comes out a tall, pink-haired boy whose name they shout celebrating–Lee Jeno. Victory doughnuts and music blasting from all the speakers follow right after the end of the race, but none of your friends is in the mood to join the celebration tonight and the usual after hang out. They're quick to get into their respective cars and turn them on, ready to leave. Johnny's pulling on your arm motioning you to go, before you tell him you will be joining him in a second.

Where did Haechan go? You know he doesn't go to your brother's garage on the weekend because he's the one opening it early in the morning, so you need to see him one last time before Monday arrives—but you won't know, anyway, if he's gonna be back until you actually see him cross the shop's doors next week. The bass is heavy against your ears, disorienting your senses a little. The dim street lights fade as you walk away from the crowd but, still, he finds you. His hands surprise you landing for the first time on your waist, trying to stabilize you after colliding with his figure. He's even more stunning up close, shining even where the street lights have completely faded out. It feels like time has stopped, lost in his brown eyes, and you're struggling not to give up right there in his arms. Just a small smile from his lips brings you back to the street, to hear the horns and the heavy bass and to feel the chill of the nocturnal wind on your skin. But how does he do that to you?

In some substances such as iron, cobalt, and nickel, most of the electrons spin in the same direction. This makes the atoms in these substances strongly magnetic. You learned these three types of metal in particular are around the Lee's garage very often through the long talks you have shared in the mornings. Even more in Haechan's hands, as he is one of the car designers and is always experimenting to take their motors to the next level. Nonetheless, that doesn't explain the reason why you have to become so magnetized by Lee Haechan everytime he is around. Maybe it's because the opposing forces of the universe attract. Or maybe, because there is something sacred in loving the enemy and a sinful satisfaction in trying the forbidden, coexisting at the same time.

"I wanted to talk to you," your voice comes out in a whisper, the air finding it hard to come out from your lungs.

"Yeah?" He asks, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes shamelessly lingering on your lips making your knees weaken.

You can only nod so far as his hands start barely caressing your sides, more gentle than the summer breeze. "Need to do some business with you."

Your hands travel from his arms to his neck, feeling the skin, and there you squeeze until you entangle your fingers in his long dark hair. A gasp comes out of him when you subtly pull, followed by a chuckle and a shrug until he finds his voice, "Sounds good to me."

Your eyes move rapidly across his face as if you were sleeping and it was a dream, trying to imprint his features perfectly in your memory before you wake up. And your lips are millimeters apart from each other, but you don't kiss since you know you won't be able to stop once he starts, and the both of you need to be back before someone comes and finds you like this. A delicate goodbye kiss on the back of your hand is all you get before Haechan disappears again, leaving you gasping for breath and with butterflies in your stomach.

The car ride back home with your brother is quiet. You try to think it's because he is upset they lost the race, and not because maybe he saw you acting too close with the enemy. Your mind wanders to those eyes pulling you like magnets and you still feel his touch on your skin; too hypersensitive, like he had put some type of drug in your system. All the members go to sleep as soon as they step into the house, and you only hear Johnny speak when he's greeting you goodnight.

But the night still feels too young, and you are far from ready to fall asleep. It doesn't take long after you get into bed, however, until a message from an account you don't follow shows up in your notification bar. It's hard to decipher who this is about at first, the username not helping the case, yet you don't hesitate to reply once you realize.

haechanahceah: hey, r we ridin???

haechanahceah: want me to pick u up?

you: yeah

you: i'll wait for u outside

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The morning sun is big coming up from behind the horizon, and warming your skin with its intensity at six in the morning.

'All he's gonna do is gas you.'

The night was spent in between car slides, laughs, mundane talks and soft kisses pressed up against the finest leather seats. How did you end up in the backseat? All business talk was long forgotten as soon as you got to taste Haechan's sweet lips for the first time.

"My brother would kill us if he found us like this."

You feel his chest vibrate with his laugh against the side of your head, and his voice reaches your ears as if he's speaking right from his heart.

"That would be such a romantic story. It's like we are the modern Romeo and Juliette."

"Are you like this with every girl? You gonna scare them off." You joke, moving your head to make eye contact with him. A smile takes over your face when you notice he was already looking at you with the same loving eyes.

'He's crazy, my sister. He's like obsessed with danger.'

"I'm a die hard, too passionate." He acknowledges as you lay bare on his chest, his arms keeping you secured as if you could get to dissipate at any point. "I don't scare you, though."

And even after all the warnings from Johnny and disapproving looks from Mark, Haechan is right. He doesn't scare you. On the contrary, every minute you spend with him only makes you wish that you could have the rest of your days together. Maybe watch him wake up to the sun rays peeking from your bedroom window hitting his soft skin, and watch him fall asleep with his head on your lap and your fingers through his hair while trying to finish a rom-com in the living room. To have the sun all to yourself all the time.

His tired eyes still shine like stars even though it's already morning, and he still keeps some of your red lipstick on his lips. A sad cello plays through the stereo of his yellow car. Soon the clock will be hitting seven and you must have returned to the store to avoid suspicions. Still, you allow yourself to close your eyes and fall into him, to bask in his warm presence for a few more seconds before descending back into the real world. For one last moment, it will be just his soft breaths, that sad cello, a growing, forbidden love.

And a whisper in your ear:

"Fucking love you."

2. Bad luck to talk on these rides

The wind caresses Haechan's hair in slow motion while the sky is painted purple and reflected in a gray, neutralizing the yellow color of his car. The road remains empty and quiet and his right hand, when not on the gear stick, has already made its home on your leg since many dates ago. It's strange to think that one day you could get used to the familiarity and domesticity of his presence. To think, for example, that you would no longer have to secretly see each other all the time, or that you could drive around town with the windows rolled down. Perhaps, have dinner together in the living room of your house. However, having to forget about his caresses, his fingers intertwined with yours, his sun-colored eyes, sounds even stranger. At this moment, driving carelessly down to town, it feels like there isn't really a different future in your plans; living a normal young life with Haechan isn't an option, but letting go of each other isn't either.

When he drops you off blocks away from your house, you don't really need to say it. It's implicit everywhere. In the looks, in the smiles, in the ways he takes care of you, in the gentle touch of your fingertips on his skin before you untangle your hands and he lets go of you—momentarily, as he promises he would always come back to you.

You both know you do. And it's hard to forget when the sweet taste of him is still lingering on your lips. A smile plastered on your face like a silly teenager in love.

It's late into the night by the time you make it home and find Johnny in the living room, sitting in the dark all alone, with nothing but the TV lights shining on his face. Behind his back, the table holds the remains of dinner, a bunch of empty beer cans and the end of a couple of joints. In front of him, a VHS tape is being displayed.

Mark is the one recording—you could recognize it by his voice, even when it still was way more high pitched than now. A smile comes across your face as soon as you see Taeyong's round cheeks appearing on screen, and how he tries to hide his drunken state when Mark starts with his interrogation. 'This? This is just some apple juice.' 'That's beer, Taeyong.' Another boy comes into the screen. One you don't know, but Taeyong seems to do, as you can watch how quickly he gets lost in his features, with a lazy smile adorning him. And the other boy, with pretty cat eyes and a snub nose, can only radiate adoration while his eyes are on Taeyong.

You don't know him, but you know that look all too well. Enamored eyes. The same eyes with which you look at the boy from the other side of town, the one with the yellow car that steals your hours of sleep and your heart everyday.

The laughter coming from the young boys echoes in the room. You hear your brother laugh too, but he's not the same as the one sitting in front of the TV right now. He's lost, immersed in the memories while nostalgia floods the whole place.

You watch how your brother is about to jump off the pier when a boy runs up beside him and tries to push him away. They struggle playfully, and the little boy's laughter is so powerful that he stops that violent flood for a moment. The air in the room no longer feels so heavy as his laugh echoes off the walls. Mark turns the camera to the boy's face and you see that bright and characteristic slightly-sided, heart shaped smile. The nostalgia has dissipated for a second.

'Haechan, fuck off.'

'But hyung, you threw me before!'

Then realization hits, feeling as if the water reaches the ceiling of the room, and the pressure is impossible to withstand.

"You were all friends before?"

Johnny snaps his head back to you when he hears your voice and quickly pauses the video, yet he remains quiet, busying himself at a too obvious attempt of avoiding the subject while cleaning the table.

"How come I never knew of them before?" You insist.

"By the time you moved here, we weren't friends anymore. It's been years now since that." His answer is short and reflects a strange tiredness, the kind that bothers you right in the middle of your chest, that stirs up buried feelings and puts you in a bad mood.

But you also need to know.

"What happened to you?"

"They started to handle shit the wrong way."

"That explains nothing."

At that moment Johnny abruptly drops everything he was gathering, looking you in the eye for the first time since you arrived. You know better than to push your brother when he's moody and stoned, but you can't deny that it makes you feel sick on your stomach to know that they've been trying so hard to separate you from a person with whom, apparently, at some point they were close. Good friends, actually. In your head, it doesn't make sense, and it's just another selfish and overprotective act of your brother.

"And you don't care. I know you're seeing him anyway," his tone is too cold in contrast with the summer heat coming from outside, and the old fan does nothing to ease the added heavy atmosphere that has been created in the room. "Why does this matter to you?"

You're stuck in your place, fists clenched and mouth dry. There's an expression of disgust on his face while he looks at you, despite the lack of emotions of the words coming out of him.

"You don't care if I don't like them or if I want to protect you," he continues. "You're running after Haechan, sneaking out at night and coming late smelling like alcohol and cigarettes, acting like I'm too stupid to notice. I'm afraid soon he will be putting you in real danger."

"He wouldn't do that to me," you deny with your head, eyes filled with angry tears reflecting a very upset Johnny in front of you.

He only lets out a scoff before grabbing the last of a joint and putting it between his lips to light it up. The fact that he's doing this right in front of you while talking like that about Haechan just makes you angrier.

"You're so fucking silly," and maybe at this point, Johnny is as angry as you are that he doesn't think if he's being brutally honest or mean.

"I just–" you try taking the words out before the tears start to fall. "I wanted to make money for Taeyong. He told me Haechan is part of a good business–"

"Oh my God," he interrupts you, his tone drenched in disgust, "stop talking, you're just making it worse."

But the tears already started falling. "You don't even care about what I feel?"

Johnny exhales the smoke from his lungs and grabs the remote to turn off the television, leaving you in the dark with the intention of ending the argument for once.

"You know what," he stands at his room's door frame, door handle in hand ready to leave the room, "I'm sorry, I'm just worried about you. You wanna keep fucking around with him, then do. There really isn't much I can do."

The last sentence almost reaches your ears. The silence of the room suddenly interrupted by an overwhelming buzzing and the sound of your sobs. A door opens next to the one your brother just locked himself in. A slim, sleepy figure stands there, but with his arms extended your way and his shoulder ready for you to cry on for the rest of the night until you fall asleep. You know Taeyong is true to your brother and their friendship, yet tonight you are the most grateful to him for being the only one helping you overcome your sorrows.

3. This is the sound you hear when you ride with your enemies

Haechan's closed garage does its best to cancel out any sounds other than his kisses. His heart-shaped lips leave soft traces of affection on your cheeks and your jaw, caressing your neck before planting them again against yours. You know his friends are waiting for him outside, they wouldn't start the main event without him. You also know that, somewhere across the street, your brother is waiting for you too, but instead of asking where you've disappeared to for another night he could be connecting the dots by now. And there is also one last and most important thing you know, and that is that you shouldn't be here, sitting on the hood of your forced-to-be rival's car, with the same one standing between your legs and stealing the air out of your lungs. Still, you've been ignoring for three months now the fact that you shouldn't be seeing Haechan, and it feels too late to go back.

"Like you," he whispers to you, barely getting away from your lips. "Like you so much."

His hands are gently caressing your thighs. Yours keep tracing the soft skin of his face, his nape, until your fingers tangle through his hair and you pull him away. His smile is bright and warm as the sun. His eyes resemble nothing but pure adoration; if yours shine, it's only because the moon reflects the sunlight. He has become a source of thrill and love in your life. The nickname suits him too well.

You can't fall for Haechan. Your brother's words back in the days resonates in your head, arousing an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. I know he will try to get to us through you. Don't fall for any of the shit he could say.

"Why do you do this, though?" You ask the boy in front of you, while fixing his disheveled hair before he will have to go out.

He stares at you with a frown, the tilting of his head to the side indicating he didn't understand the question.

"Racing, I mean. Like, you don't need the money or the fame or anything that comes with this, you know."

Maybe, if Haechan didn't race anymore, there would be no such stupid rivalry between your family and Haechan and his team. Maybe that way you could be together publicly; you wouldn't have to wait for days and days to see him and, when you finally get the chance, always be at risk of being caught by your brother or his friends.

"'Cuz it's in my blood, baby," he answers with a subtle smirk. "Racing is what I am, this is what I'm supposed to do."

His tight grip on both your hands and his deep loving eyes staring into yours, you think are supposed to give you comfort. Yet, unfortunately, they're far from that.

"Hey," he's whispering against your lips once again. When he presses his forehead on yours and closes his eyes, you rush to protect his face in your hands and try to memorize each of the beauty marks that adorn it. "I know what you're thinking about. Don't look so sad." 

The volume of his words is almost inaudible; the multiple voices and the music playing outside the garage suddenly disturbing your senses a little too much, and reminding you that you are not as alone as it feels like.

"I care for you. You know that I'd die for you."

"That's a little too much, don't you think?" You laugh it off this time. You know now how Haechan can get a little too passionate.

"No, I mean it. Like, if Johnny crossed that door right now, found me here wrapped in your arms and decided to beat the shit out of me, I'd still die as a happy man, you know, 'cause I got to be with you."

The mention of your brother only draws a resigned sigh from you, and Haechan stops supplying kisses to your cheeks as quickly as he notices your change in mood. "What's wrong?"

When you see him like this, with his rosy lips plumped by all the kissing, the disheveled hair and wearing his heart on his sleeve being so real with you, you try to think of a single thing why you should just listen to your brother and walk out that door, leaving Haechan behind. But you really can't find any. His eyes are heavily charged with worry before you as his hands move to cup your cheeks, leaving loving touches on your skin and giving you the time to talk.

"It's just that I fought with Johnny. I would actually like it to be the other way around," you look into his lovely eyes and can't help but slightly smile. "You beating the shit out of him for once."

Haechan laughs, rapidly agreeing to your idea and letting you know 'he will take care of it.' A roll of your eyes and a quick peck is all he gets, before you are shoving him from you at the sound of his name being called from outside. The backdoor of the Lee's garage is quickly opened to let enter the boy with the baby pink hair. His eyes are wide and quick traveling from your figure on the hood of Haechan's yellow car, to his hands now back on your legs, to the unbothered expression of the honeyed-skin boy still in front of you. The boy at the door is the first to break the silence.

"Donghyuck, the race is about to start. Come out."

"Will be out in a minute, Jeno."

"They've been waiting for you for a while now–"

Haechan barely acknowledges his words when he's already asking you if you want to ride with him tonight. "It's gonna put you in a good mood again. You're gonna love it, trust me." And there's no escape from his pleading, because Jeno is already gone and Haechan only repeats please, please, please, between kisses on your lips.

"Fine."

He smiles satisfied at your response and disconnects your lips to let you get off the hood. His hand gently grips your hip before motioning you to climb into the passenger seat. "That's my girl."

Once you're in the street, you can finally assign faces to all the loud voices you heard from inside the Lees' garage. There are too many people gathered this Saturday night, even though it's a fun-only race that you know no one is winning anything from. You can't see into the other cars because of their tinted windows, but the bright green paint of the Chevrolet lined up to your right tells you that Haechan will be racing your team tonight. It's a surprise, though, since you thought they wouldn't be risking their pride after last time's defeat of Taeyong. Yuta walks over to the green car to talk to the driver and the window rolls down revealing Mark behind the wheel, which only makes you more nervous. It's one thing to watch them run and quite another to literally run against them, something you've never done before. Not even Johnny has accelerated enough to exceed the speed limits when he's with you. Beyond Mark is a purple car that you don't recognize, but it lines up ready to race too.

On your left, Haechan awaits for the pretty girl with the flag to take position. His hands grip the steering wheel firmly and securely unlike yours, from which you must dry the cold sweat of your nerves on your jeans. His eyes seem lost on the horizon, but you know they are expecting the signal to start the race. Your eyes travel uneasily through his body to his tense jaw, finally setting on his lips. A smile adorns them the moment the girl raises her arms–it's about to start–. But you can't focus on Haechan anymore when your body's inertia pulls you back at the sudden change in speed. Haechan hits the gas quickly, taking the lead down a narrow one-lane street, but Mark is hot on his heels.  As soon as the road opens up again, the green Chevrolet passes Haechan's car with its nose and you start to hear him whining and cursing.

Haechan liked control. He made sure to always know his surroundings, where he was racing and against who; to be aware of the potential, the abilities and the weaknesses of the competitor–that was his first rule. His second rule was looking at every single mirror at least every four to five seconds. He said you have to be able to visualize the whole world through your mirrors, and know what's happening behind you to understand what's gonna happen in front of you. He didn't like losing and he truly hated not being the number one. So when the purple car passes him and he tells you that it's fine, that it's just Yangyang's car–one of his mates–, but he still punches the steering wheel with anger, you are pretty sure it's not fine at all.

"I can still win this," you hear him talk to himself. The speedometer continues to increase after passing 100 kilometers per hour. 110, 120, 130... Haechan passes both cars and you swallow the lump in your throat trying to calm your nerves. He approaches the closed turn they'll all have to take to get back to the starting point, and you notice that he's not going to slow down in the slightest.  Still, you can't afford to close your eyes and run away from the moment. You can't afford to be afraid of Haechan either. Even when everything seems to be going wrong, he has things under control and he would never put you at risk, would he?

"The problem about Haechan is that he thinks he's smarter than everyone else. So, like, I'm riding with him."

The image of Mark being lazy in your bed this morning comes to your mind. With a smoke between his lips is how you finally found out more about their old, ended friendship. "I'm on the passenger seat, man's driving, car's full of bitches and the car in front of us is like, clearly slowing down."

He stopped for a moment to let out a cloud of smoke from his lungs, trying to cope with the frustration those memories still caused him. "He won't even flinch," Mark told you, eyes widening and wearing a pout on his lips like every time he's at the verge, fighting with his thoughts, struggling to process emotions.

"The girls are screaming at him. I am telling him to slow the fuck down 'cause we're gonna crash! And I know he has it under control, we still got a couple meters to make it and he's gonna wait 'til the last second to press the break. But can't he fucking answer me?! It's like he ignores that he has other people in the car, you know what I'm saying?" He finished pretty much out of breath, the frustration making him collect a bunch of tears in his eyes, but he didn't let them fall.

"It was always like that with him. It makes me fucking mad how he's an asshole, yet he never really fucks up enough to like, settle down. Man's just out there being a body. That's all. Doesn't care about shit."

Haechan's right hand lifts the parking brake while his left hand turns and holds the steering wheel firmly to take the corner. The sound of the tires skidding across the pavement mixing with the beats coming out of the car's speakers deafens your ears, and you're sure it'll be hard for the other two drivers to get out of the corner clean after all the smoke Haechan has put up with his little show. The maneuver lasts a couple of seconds that feel eternal. When he releases the parking brake and manages to stabilize his yellow car by taking the lead, a smile returns to take over his face.

He gets first place despite having started the race poorly. There is no shortage of shouts and cheers for him when he gets out of the car. Mark's car is the second to arrive and, after a few seconds, arrives the purple car from which a smiling Yangyang gets out and hugs Haechan. After that, everything happens rather quickly. The boy you've been sneaking out with suddenly opens your door and tugs from your arm to get you out. Cheers get replaced with surprised gasps and smiles with gape mouths. And everybody's looking at you, but no one's doing it the way Johnny and Haechan are doing it. While one look is filled with strong indifference that hurts your chest, the other is soft and loving so you seek refuge in it. By the time you're done making out with Haechan in front of everyone and the screams have calmed down, your brother is nowhere to be seen; just a few of his friends remain on the streets with Mark.

Haechan wears a satisfied smirk looking at you before he gets closer to say only for your ears: "We gotta celebrate properly."

One last kiss on your cheek and he distances himself enough to shout, but with his grip still firm on your waist.

"After party is at ours!"

—

"Have you ever smoked before?"

You shake your head no in response.

"Alright, you better do it for the first time with someone you trust," Haechan continues without looking in your eyes, too focused on his hands almost done rolling the joint. "You trust me, right?"

You did not imagine that this would be how you appeared publicly for the first time at the Lee house. It had always been secretly, getting in late into the night when his friends weren't around, and leaving too early in the morning to not get caught. So as soon as you arrived and Haechan dragged you to the door at the end of the hall to get you both locked inside, it felt off. This was the moment you've been waiting for a while now: finally being able to be with the guy you like without having to hide. However, when you finally make it public, the first thing Haechan does is hide you.

His train of thought is hard to follow, even more to understand his actions most of the time.

He looks different tonight. While there is nothing wrong with his looks and his handsome features get accentuated in the yellow bathroom light, there is something odd about his mood. He looks agitated; he talks a lot and doesn't wait for anyone's answers. You might be worried if it wasn't for the fact that when he finishes wetting the silk paper with his tongue and sticking it down, securing the joint, he gives you one of those smiles you love. No teeth showing, only his lips pressed together in a line, slightly curved upwards at the corners, his cute dimples on display and his eyes transforming into two adorable half moons. You want to see adoration behind that smile, you want to see sincerity. You want him to tell you that everything is fine, and that you should just throw the intrusive thoughts out the window.

You just wanted a normal party night feeling like teenagers in love, only to end up locked in the bathroom with him and a bunch of drugs in his hands instead of your heart.

Yet you still like him too much to say no to him.

"Yeah," you find your voice after a moment. "I trust you, Haechan."

That only makes his little smile grow bigger, and he lights the joint.

Things get funnier. The lights get more annoying but you pay no mind to it. Alcohol tastes better than other times you've drank, so you keep drinking. And when you are with Haechan's friends the filled cups just keep going around the circle and you drink a little bit more. You believe you even see Taeyong at the party, pressed up against a corner talking too closely to the guy who Haechan presented to you as Ten—the same one you saw with Taeyong in Johnny's video—, one of the older guys of their group. 

The music gets easier to dance to. Haechan's body has hardly been this close to you before in a place that's not his room or the backseat of his car. You don't even remember when you lit up the second joint, only realizing about it once you're exhaling the smoke into the air. When the living room filled with people gets too hot for Haechan to stand it, he leads you to the bathroom again.

"How would you react," he starts after locking the door, "if you saw me snorting something up my nose?"

The question leaves you speechless. Of course the idea is not pleasant. It's no fun not being in the same state as him, you already know that from other times he has come to get you super high after hanging out with friends. It's no fun being afraid that something bad might happen to the person you care about because you let them. It's no fun that you can't understand why Haechan seems to enjoy it so much. And it's no fun that you fear he might just take advantage of his influence over you—which you recognize he can have sometimes, but you don't get to decide yet if it's a good one, or a more on the bad side one.

His eyes sparkle with excitement asking you. He licks his lips over and over again waiting for your response, until his gaze drops to your lips to steal a long kiss from you.

"So? What you say?" He asks out of breath.

Your head feels dizzy when the oxygen reaches your blood once again, and you have quite a hard time focusing on his words after the kiss, his touch and his eyes always too distracting.

"It's fine. I'm just worried something might happen to you–"

"But it won't," Haechan is quick to interrupt you. "It won't, it won't. Not when I'm with you."

He pecks your lips yet another time but you decide to deepen it, pulling on his hair to bring him closer to you. It's heated and you hope it will make him forget about this other matter you don't get to like. You truly believe it has worked when you feel him struggling with his pants' front pocket, so you back off to see him smirking at you, wallet in hand and too excited for his next move.

Haechan opens his wallet and takes out a small bag with cocaine in it. He dumps some on the surface around the sink and next to where you're sitting, and brings his head closer; you only hear the sound of the thing going up his nose, his hair blocking your view. A few seconds go by while you just watch after Haechan straightens up his back and tries to fight his state, keeping his balance by holding on to the sink until his knuckles turn white. Then, he suddenly seems to recover and is once again smiling and leaving kisses on your mouth at a pace you find hard to follow. He gathers the leftover powder he couldn't inhale onto his index finger and points in your direction, offering it to you. When you shake your head no, motionless with your back to the mirror, he then brings his finger to his mouth to put the leftovers between the lips and the teeth.

"I'll wait for you in the room," Haechan whispers before gathering his things and heading off of the bathroom, leaving you alone.

You think that what just happened shouldn't have affected you so much. Shouldn't have made you worry about your safety. Shouldn't have made you question the kind of people you've been hanging with. It shouldn't have made you think of a hundred different scenarios where Haechan, you, or both come to a bad end, yet it did. But most importantly, you know you shouldn't focus on that right now that you've smoked, or you'll end up tripping in the wrong direction when, in fact, you only came here to have a good time with Haechan. 

You get off the sink and out the bathroom after a while of thinking alone. Outside, the party is still going off strong. The night seems young even though you're sure more than a couple of hours have passed, and in another couple the sun will be coming out again.

"Yo," Mark enters your vision as soon as you start to head to the room where Haechan said he would be waiting for you. Your friend is locking your way and he's got this weird look; his eyes glassy and red, and you can't tell right now if it's because he's been drinking or he's been crying. "How are you? Where you going?"

"Uhhh… Haechan's room."

"I think… you gotta stop seeing Haechan."

You frown upon hearing his statement. "Give me one good reason to stop seeing him and I'll consider it. I'm serious."

"I– I'm–" Mark starts to stutter. "We're just worried about you, dude, that's it."

Deciding you won't waste any more energy on the matter after hearing that same speech over and over again, you opt to just walk past him and to Haechan's room. It's harder than you imagined, though, to dodge Mark and all the people around him to get to the door. The space seems to have been distorted a bit; the distances are longer and the amount of time that has passed between leaving the bathroom and trying to get to the bedroom is questionable. You hope Haechan doesn't think you don't want to be with him anymore.

You are about to turn the doorknob when a hand you know very well positions itself on top of yours to stop you.

"Are you two like, dating?"

"No," you tell the truth. "It's nothing serious," and that's a lie.

"So you don't love him or anything like that," Mark states.

You take his hand off yours and turn the doorknob, ready to enter the room and leave Mark behind.

"No. No, I don't."

—

The music fills your ears as you hear different people talking behind the door, in the hallway.  It's hard trying to understand what they're saying, but you hear them loud and clear.  Your brother Johnny asks for you and you hear Mark tell him you're not around. "That's Jeno's room, dude. Why would she be there?"

Yet you are, and Mark knows it's not Jeno's room but Haechan's, but for some reason he's decided to cover you tonight.

Time passes. You feel Haechan's touch on you, the contact leaving your skin ignited, and you're sure his fingertips could get printed on your waist. When his lips are on you, you only realize how warm he really is, burning hot making you want to rip all of your clothes off. Time stops when he's not kissing you anymore, so you have to check that all that happened just a moment ago wasn't a dream. But it's easier to get lost in his shiny, red eyes as you look for an implied answer, something that could indicate what is happening is real. A different song starts playing the moment he reconnects your lips for another kiss. Time is ticking once again and it's only him, him and him.

Why does it feel so unreal everytime you are connected? What is it about the universe that doesn't want you close together?

Haechan says he doesn't mind waiting for weeks, not if he's seeing you at the end of it. He doesn't mind the backseat of his car instead the comfort of a house, the remote locations, the late-night, last-minute calls that make him drop all his plans, not if he's getting to be with you for at least a couple hours. You still know both of you would want it to be different, a little bit easier.

When you finally connect like polar opposites, when you get together, skin to skin, there's no magnetic field more powerful than the one created by the two of you. Haechan's presence becomes massive like a black hole; it engulfs you. Time stops, you disintegrate in his arms, and you can't understand what kind of laws rule there no matter how hard you try. There is passion, and there is obsession. Donghyuck feels you deep, too deep—in his heart and in every trace of his skin you reach.

"You look for my madness, you have me crazy, baby."

You believe it's the euphoria and the pleasure that make him whisper these kinds of confessions in your ear.

And you're reaching a peak, a kind of high where you block out every noise except the ones produced by Haechan's movements and his incessant praise. His strength disarms and reassembles you over and over again. His passion is so powerful it makes it hard to breathe.

"If one day I die, you will be the one to bury me. You're too much for me."

Suddenly everything is quiet. He's still breathing heavily over you, but he doesn't move anymore. Time, however, is running again, and you make one last effort trying to convince yourself that the warmth blooming in your chest is proof that everything that took place just now, was actually real.

"I love you," you are the one to whisper in his ear this time, tightening your grip afraid you might fall apart if you let go of him. "I'll always love you."

4. Is it wickedness? Is it weakness? You decide

The windshield wipers move from left to right tirelessly to get rid of the raindrops that hit the car without stopping. Outside it's so rainy that Haechan's favorite floral shirt got all soaked up against his skin, just by moving from his front door to the inside of his car parked on the street a couple meters away from his house. Lightning pierce the air and hits your ears like bullets. You don't recap in which moment of the night it started raining. The only thing you know it's that the situation makes you pretty scared; it's dangerous to drive at night under such conditions, but it's even more dangerous to race on a rainy night. The storm and the countless drops of water, however, hadn't been enough to scare Haechan or wash the euphoria that gets over him every time he comes across an empty road and a contender.

'I don't even like driving anymore if I'm not racing' is what he said and worried you a while ago.

"What does he want?" Haechan asks in a low voice when he notices a car lining up to his right at high speed.

It takes you a moment to process the situation, still coming down from your high, yet you recognize your friend's green Chevrolet that Haechan was racing against earlier that night and your stomach hurts. 

The night did not exactly end on good terms. After a while locked up in Haechan's room without hearing Mark or your brother's voices near it, you decided it was the right time to get out and re-join the party.

A fight between a pretty much drunk Taeyong and another guy they called Doyoung–that you learned was Haechan's older friend–was the last thing you wanted to presence. When things got pretty heated up, Mark only grabbed Taeyong and took him outside while the other struggled under the speech of 'I wasn't gonna punch him! I swear!' But Mark was, in reality, as drunk as Taeyong to barely handle the situation.

Tired of them behaving like silly kids who can't solve their problems and be in the same room without wanting to hit each other, you told Haechan to take you home. It was just convenient since Jeno and her girlfriend also wanted to leave and head to her house, but neither of them were in conditions to drive. Haechan was the designated driver for the night, but because he would never let anyone else drive his car.

"That's Mark's car," you speak. "They just probably heading home."

"I think he wants to race."

You can see Haechan speeding up and Mark also doing it to keep up. That reaction throws you off a little bit, since you know that even if your friend is drunk, he's the most prudent person behind the wheel. You know very well that Mark would never agree to a race on a wet road and with alcohol in his system.

"No, I know Mark, he doesn't want to race."

"I know Mark too, you know?" Haechan is quick to respond. "You know we used to be best friends–"

"Yes, I know. But we don't wanna race right now–"

"But this bitch's speedin' up!"

And he's indeed speeding up, what looks like he's trying to surpass Haechan's yellow car. So you unbuckle your seatbelt and roll down the passenger window to stick your head out, knowing you wouldn't be seen through the tinted windows. You yell, shake your hands no, scream there's no chance you'll both race right now but Mark seems to ignore you. The raindrops roll down your face, get into your eyes and mix with the falling tears of fear and desperation.

"Haechan, stop," you demand once you get your head back inside the car.

"Babe," he sighs without looking at you, eyes heavy on the road. "I'm fucking tired. I gotta show them who they're messing with. Gotta make them respect me!"

"No one wants to mess with you, for fuck's sake. Not right now. It's dangerous!"

The sound of lightning striking just a few meters in front of the car mixes with a startled scream from Jeno's girlfriend in the back. Everything turns chaotic real quick.

"Haechan, slow the fuck down!"

But what was probably the dumbest decision of the night hadn't happened until this very moment. Haechan slows down abruptly, but the car's tires don't offer enough friction for the wet road to keep him in his lane.

One meter slip to the right and you're colliding with Mark's car. Haechan keeps his foot on the brake and the car continues to skid to a stop a distance later.

The radio and the raindrops do a mediocre job of setting the scene to music. To your left, Haechan rests his head on the seat's headrest; a cut on his eyebrow that bleeds all the way to his cheek. Nobody makes a sound, but he's the first to break the ice with a laugh that sounds maniac in your ears.

All you can do is scream at him.

"What the fuck were you thinking?!"

The car ends up stopped in the middle of two lanes near the end of route 127. You were really so close to getting to your house, and this is when you remember about your friends in the other car.

Just a couple of yards behind, Mark's car is smashed against the Jersey barriers dividing the road. The green paint on the front has completely chipped and the impact has left it completely dented, shattered it to pieces. You struggle opening your door with shaky hands and a startled breath and you get out of your seat; heartbeat resonating in your ears and making your head dizzy.

Mark comes out of the passenger door running to you, but you can't hear what he's saying. He tries stopping you, yet you shove him off to walk straight to the driver's side and open the door.

There are five stages a person goes through in grief. Denial is the first one.

"Why isn't he coming out?"

You fight Mark who is still trying to get you away from the wrecked car.

"Why isn't he coming out?!"

Taeyong remains motionless, with his head painfully attached to the steering wheel, and his arms fall lifelessly to his sides. The rain coming through the open door drains all the red and drives it down the road.

"I– I called Johnny– an ambulance is coming."

Anger.

"You let him drive," you push Mark slapping his shoulders, suddenly taking your anger out on him. "Why did you let him?!" You scream at him but he doesn't defend himself or try to stop you, immersed in a state of shock without being able to take his eyes off the figure of your dead friend.

A cry of anguish escapes your chest as you stare back at the wrecked car. You clench your fists and pull your hair trying to fight all the rage that accumulates in your body, but the pain is too much to bear. It only makes it worse feeling like you're the only one in the scene who actually cares about your friend when Mark won't drop a single tear and the others won't even get out of Haechan's car.

A couple minutes feel like forever in the rain when you are waiting, until you can make out the colored lights and sirens in the distance.  At the same time and on the other side of the road, Johnny gets out of his car and quickly jumps over the concrete fence to join the scene.

Negotiation.

"Get out of the fucking car." Johnny opens Haechan's door and violently takes him out until he's lying on the ground. Your brother's left hand grips the collar of his shirt tightly and his right fist makes contact with his jaw. From the sound of the hit, you're sure one of them has broken a bone.

"Johnny, stop."

Your brother reaches behind his back and holds out a gun to Haechan's head, who remains struggling from the beat up with his back against the wet pavement. Fear runs down your spine and suddenly you're too aware of the coldness the storm has brought tonight, leaving goosebumps all over your skin and making your body shake.

"You wanted a real reason for me to hate him?" He asks looking at you in the eye, still pointing at Haechan. "You fucking got it."

That only makes you cry even more.

"Leave before I end you," Johnny warns the younger boy. "I don't want to see you ever again."

Haechan stands up ready to get back in his car, but doesn't until he meets your gaze.  Something in his eyes tells you he's still waiting for you to get back in the passenger seat and leave with him. He forever will be difficult to understand.

Sadness.

"Why did you do this?" You ask with a broken voice.

"I'm sorry, baby," Haechan says as your soaked up figure reflects in his eyes that fill with tears. But his lips form a thin line slightly raised at both ends–a wicked smile–. In your head, it doesn't make sense. "This is what I am."

5. 'Til it's time we die

You had read many years ago that on cloudy days one should be able to see their soul. Like the ghosts that keep you up at night and the song lyrics that remind you of all your mistakes, filling you with regret.

Acceptance is the fifth stage one must go through when dealing with grief. Even months after losing Taeyong, after dividing his dreams between you and your friends so you could continue living them for him, you still find it hard to accept that he is no longer with you. They said he was part of all of you now, so you longed to see him like your shadow when the Sun is out.

"Is that his t-shirt?"

You nod and turn to rest your eyes on the naked boy on the bed. The little light of the sunset that sneaks through the clouds enters through the motel window and illuminates his tanned skin making you want to stay there forever, tangled between his arms, his legs and the white sheets.

"It still smells like him."

"Do you really forgive me?" Haechan asks in a whisper and relaxes when he sees you nod 'yes' once more. "And when will you forgive yourself?"

Your brother still blames it all on Haechan. You were mad at Mark for a while for letting Taeyong drive that night, and then you recognized all of you were wrong for getting on the road when none were in the right condition. Mark, anyway, you believe is having the worst time dealing with it because he decided to leave the house shortly after the accident happened, so he's all alone for all you know.

You finish dressing up before getting to Haechan and planting a last kiss on his lips, ready to leave. Taeyong had a forbidden love too. You only found out about it talking to Haechan about him and Ten weeks after he was gone.

"You know I love you, right?"

You smile after hearing him and get up from the creaky bed. Whether it was about wickedness or weakness, it didn't matter anymore. You liked to believe you were living up to Taeyong's dream.

"I'll always love you."

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Two Worlds Collided & They Could Never Tear Us Apart

Chapter 12: The Weeks of Hell Part 2

You finally begin your Japanese lessons with Uzui, and you continue to go through hell as you try to learn the new language. Do you have what it takes to push through? It's difficult but you'll have to give it your all if you want to find the answers you seek and continue to stay by your friends' sides.

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You start your lessons with Uzui in a few more days and you're getting pretty excited to finally be able to learn and start talking with people. You know it won't be easy, but you're determined to stick with it, as you know that some of the answers you seek will only be revealed to you once you can understand the language.

Someone, somewhere, had to know something and you needed to find them and be able to speak with them.

That was the main goal, but it certainly would be nice to understand and communicate with your friends as well. You and the guys have gotten pretty good at reading facial expressions and body language, but there are times where you wished you could just... use words. You definitely wanted to tell Inosuke off for trying to steal your food all the time. Last week he tried taking that one sweet treat you like, and you totally blame your period for what happened to him, as he might have a little bite mark on his hand now... and he might have flipped out and tried to wrestle you until Zenitsu came in.

Speaking of which, you also wanted to ask Zenitsu to give you some space—he shows up everywhere! You're starting to think he has super hearing with the way he seems to appear any time you even breathe wrong. You appreciated his concern for you, but you were capable of taking care of yourself and wanted to handle things on your own. You couldn't and didn't want to rely on others for everything.

As for Tanjiro, well... he hasn't really done anything. You would just like to talk to him, as you feel like it would be nice to chat about any and everything together. He seemed like someone you could have those deep, and even silly, kind of conversations with. And since that night Nezuko visited you, she's been showing up to spend more time with you.

It was during those moments that you really wanted to talk.

The quietness didn't bother you... but it would be nice to connect with everyone by being able to voice your thoughts and feelings to them. You aren't alone, but you still feel like you are at times, and it was a little depressing. Luckily, Mitsuri has been taking some time to visit you more as well and you really appreciated her company. She was the only one you could truly talk to right now besides Uzui. She was like a big sister in a way as she doted on you, bringing you lots of food, pinching your cheeks, and hugging you at any given moment.

It threw you off at first but you quickly got used to it, as she wasn't too overbearing in her affections. It was actually nice... you felt accepted and wanted, not like some stranger or burden to be taken care of.

"Mitsuri, can you teach me how to say something?"

She looks up from her bowl, slurping up a noodle and grins. "I can try! What is it?"

"How do I say, 'Let go, that's mine!'?"

"Tebanashite, sore wa watashi no monodesu!" She exclaims in amusement, then purses her lips and tilts her head. "May I ask why?"

"Well... my friend is stubborn and keeps trying to steal my food, especially this one sweet treat that's round and on a stick! Anyways, I just want to tell him to back off. But uhhh, I don't think I can remember all that..."

"Ohhh, I see," she giggles. "Then, 'Tebanasu!' should be fine."

"Te-ban-osu!"

She full on laughs and shakes her head, enunciating it more clearly. "Te-ban-asu! Tebanasu!"

"Te-ban-asu!?"

"Hai!"

Your face scrunches up at the new word. "Hai?"

"Ah, I mean.. yes!"

"Oh, that means yes?"

She giggles again and nods. "Hai!"

"That seems easy to remember! Why can't you just teach me? I don't wanna wait for Uzui anymore..."

"I wish I could, but... hmmm, I have a lot to learn too. Tengen is a better sensei— errr, teacher!"

"Well, you've done a great job so far, but I understand." You hum and smile briefly, your expression falling more serious. "So, I've been wondering... do you think it's possible for me to join the demon slayers?"

"Hmm?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while," you look her in the eye and sigh, "I've only been here for a short time and have gotten hurt, even almost died, if not for the help of my friends. But I don't want to rely on them... or anyone, really, to keep me safe when I could do it myself. I want to be useful and help others... not be a burden."

She slowly nods as she takes in your words. "I see..."

"... so, can I join?"

"I would love to fight by your side," she says, leaning over to clasp a hand with yours, "but... I can not say."

"Who can, then? I know it won't be easy but I'm willing to give it my all!"

"You have a strong heart," she smiles gently, "And you are not a burden. I will speak about this but please do not be saddened if they refuse..."

You smile back, your hope flaring. You knew you shouldn't get your hopes up, you were just a normal girl after all, but you felt like it was the right thing to do. You knew nothing about this place, where you came from, who you really are, or how to fight. But you wanted to know, to learn and grow, fight beside your friends and find the answers to all your questions. You weren't entirely sure you could do much but you were going to try your best. If you are allowed to join and you end up dying, at least it would be for the greater good. You don't want to sit around while everyone else fights and protects others, you also want to make a difference, no matter how small.

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Zenitsu pouts, chin resting in his hand as stares off into space, drawing in a deep breath and releasing it in a big huff. Tanjiro can smell the dejection, his sensitive nose scrunching at the almost sour scent.

"Do you think Y/n-chan hates me?"

Tanjiro's brow furrows. "No, why do you ask?"

"I feel like she's been avoiding me lately..."

"Well... you have been following her around a lot. Maybe she just needs some space?"

"Yeah, you're right... but it's so hard!" Zenitsu whines, slumping over.

Tanjiro gives him a light pat on the shoulder. Ever since that night he was there to witness you and Nezuko bonding over braiding each other's hair, and the three of you all sat in silence to watch the stars, something had changed but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. He's always liked spending time with you, however, he found himself seeking out your company a little more often, whether Nezuko tagged a long or not. It was quiet and peaceful, the atmosphere light and comforting whenever you would hang out. It was a nice change from the stress and worries that life threw at everyone.

So, he understood how Zenitsu felt in a way.

"Quit your moping," Inosuke grumbles from nearby, focused on sorting through a collection of acorns he's gathered recently.

Zenitsu ignores him, a long, drawn out and miserable sounding sigh escaping him. He rolls over and sighs again, wanting desperately to be by your side more, but knowing Tanjiro was right and he should lay off. He really didn't want to mess things up, and he's worried he already has, since now whenever you see him you slightly tense up and try to subtly change course. But he definitely noticed, even though you tried to not make it obvious. He caught on after a while that you were indeed avoiding him, and it hurt a little, but he was glad to observe that he wasn't the only one you seemed to be avoiding.

He's noticed that you also avoid Inosuke—especially around meal times—you looked a little tense and defensive and it was no wonder why. The boar-ish man was a glutton. He wasn't too sure about Tanjiro though, which bugged him more than he liked. He was extremely nosy and wanted to know if you also avoided him like you did with them. He could easily hear things, but he never heard much that would set him off to any suspicions, but he didn't want to invade people's privacy, so he really tried not to listen to things that were none of his business anyways.

But he would be lying if he said he didn't want to eavesdrop.. just a little. The mystery and uncertainty is almost too much!

"Do you think she likes the flowers," he asks with some insecurity, "or should I stop doing that? As far as I know, she hasn't said anything about them..."

Tanjiro isn't sure how to answer. He doesn't know. He's spotted you in the garden a couple times, so it's safe to assume you do like flowers and other plants in general, but did you like receiving them? And did you know who was giving them to you? He told Mitsuri to tell you that it was Zenitsu and Inosuke who had picked the flowers and gotten you food when you started your period, giving credit where it was due, and you were pleased by the kind gestures. It wasn't specified who had done what, but it seemed obvious who had done which.

The flowers were Zenitsu's idea and Inosuke came across Mitsuri and told her you apparently needed help because of "womanly issues" then went straight for the kitchen to grab himself food like he originally planned on doing. He quickly ate and was heading back out before he paused and snatched another plate of food, bringing it back to your room where Tanjiro and Zenitsu were already waiting. He could only assume that the pink-haired lady had come and taken you away, since you weren't in there anymore.

And he was right, as you came back with the woman only a minute later.

Inosuke doesn't exactly know why he brought the food, because if you were hungry surely you would've gotten it yourself, when you wanted it. It was a split second decision he made for no other reason than he simply felt like it. Maybe it was to see your reaction? Would you hate it because you weren't hungry, or it wasn't the kind of food you liked, as he just grabbed whatever was laying out and didn't put much thought into whether you'd actually like the food or not? Or would you like it?

He doesn't know why but he wanted to see if you would get mad for whatever reason and try to fight him, or if you'd accept it and possibly praise him? Either way, he was pretty curious and found himself watching your reaction from under his mask carefully. Anyways, Tanjiro told Mitsuri that Zenitsu and Inosuke had brought you the flowers and food, but didn't specify who had done what. You were happy and thankful for the gifts, and that's all that mattered, right?

Well, it apparently mattered to Zenitsu now.

"Does she know they're from you? It wasn't specified, but she at least knows it was one of you."

Zenitsu looks up in thought for a moment. "Umm, I think so?"

"Well, do you want her to know they're from you, if she doesn't already know?"

"Y-Yes, of course! I think... ahhh, I don't know! What if she doesn't know and when she finds out it's me.. she'll hate them?!"

"I don't think—"

"And what if she thinks it's someone else and she falls in love with them instead?!"

Insosuke growls in irritation and whirls around, not able to ignore Zenitsu anymore. "Why does it matter?! Who cares if she knows if it's from you or not?! And didn't you listen, she knows it was one of us, so there's no way she thinks it's anyone else. The only people she could possibly fall in love with for giving her flowers is you or me."

"I know that, I'm just freaking out because I want her to like me back! If she doesn't like me, I think I might actually die..."

"Quit being a dramatic baby! If she doesn't like you, then move on and find someone else to give flowers to!"

"Easy for you to say, you don't like anyone, or anything! I can't just MOVE ON! You don't get it..."

"Nah, I just don't like you," Inosuke says matter of fact, voice monotone.

"Well, no one likes you," Zenitsu quickly quips back.

Tanjiro cuts in, giving them small glares. "Hey, be nice you guys! We're all friends, right? We should be able to talk to each other without fighting."

Inosuke leans his head back in a bored manner. "Can you tell him to shut his trap, then? His blubbering is giving me a real headache..."

"And can you politely tell Inosuke that his stupid mask gives me the creeps and to throw it away!?"

"Guys—"

"What!? Like hell I will!"

"It's an old, gross pig head! Just get rid of it!"

"No!"

"See, you can't let go of something either!"

"What?! It's totally different!"

"How so?! Do you not like it?! Is it precious to you?!"

"No..! Yes..! I mean— ughhh!"

"How do you not know?! You have feelings too, right? Then you should know how you feel! Are you emotionally constipated or something?!"

"AAAARGH!!"

That's the only warning Zenitsu gets before Inosuke is charging at him and they run around the room yelling at each other. Tanjiro stays seated, deadpan expression, even as they knock some things over and mess up their room.

"Can't you go five minutes without trying to fight anyone?!"

"Can't you go five minutes without whining and chasing a girl around who obviously wants nothing to do with you!?"

"You're one to talk!" Zenitsu yells, heaving as he points at him. "She avoids you too, so you're no better!"

"No she doesn't!"

"She does! You always try to steal her food and just grab her!"

"That's not even the same! Yours is way worse!"

It takes ten whole minutes of them running and fighting until things finally start to settle down. Tanjiro slowly stands up once they catch their breaths and smiles at them, but it's strained and doesn't reach his eyes. Their eyes widen slightly, it always freaked them out when he got like this. They stay quiet and listen carefully as he orders them to tidy the room back up, still smiling as he stares them down, before he calmly walks out of the room.

Once he leaves Zenitsu deflates and lets all of the air out of his lungs, groaning in relief that Tanjiro didn't give them a worse punishment, while Inosuke wordlessly stands there. They look at each other briefly before they get to work and begrudgingly fix everything together, huffing and puffing, glaring daggers from the corner of their eyes.

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Mitsuri hums a little tune as she makes her way around the mansion, a little hop in her steps. She isn't really thinking about anything until she hears a voice booming from nearby, her stride coming to a stand still as she registers the voice and beams. Oh, perfect! She resumes her pace and follows the sound of a loud, 'tasty!', thrown into the air until she finds the owner of the voice.

"Hmm, tasty!"

She giggles softly and walks closer, eyes crinkling in amusement at the fiery man's exclamation of the food he was currently eating. He was always appreciative of good food and almost deemed it necessary to let it be known, which she found silly but also cute in a way. She loved seeing others happy and found it even more amusing when a person like him, who you may look at first glance and believe to be extremely serious or intimidating, actually had different aspects about them.

Who would've thought a man like Rengoku, with sharp eyes and a powerful aura, would be grinning from ear to ear, humming and shouting praise about a meal like a child? She certainly didn't think so when she first met him, she was unsure, but after getting to know him more she's come to realize he wasn't scary at all. Besides Shinobu, he was one of the only other Hashira she felt she could speak with more easily.

There was also Obanai... but she still got a little flittering feeling whenever she was around him.

She shakes her head, getting rid of the thoughts, she sought Kyojuro out for a reason as soon as she heard him. "Ooh, that does look yummy," she says, peeking over his shoulder.

He turns to her, chewing the last piece in his mouth before quickly swallowing and grinning. "Ah, indeed it is!"

"Great! I'll leave you to enjoy your meal, but first, I have a quick question.. if you don't mind?"

"Not at all!" He smiles, setting his bowl down so he can give her his full attention.

"Well, I just spoke with Y/n.. and she asked me something that I'm afraid I could not answer..."

"Is that so? What was it?"

Mitsuri purses her lips and wrings her hands together. "She... wants to join us, and I believe in her! But... the others and Master may not feel the same or allow it..."

"That is true. They may not, so then tell me, why do you believe in her?"

She looks him in the eye, brow furrowing as she speaks. "Because.. she has a strong heart! Just like you and the others... I can feel it. She wants to help—to get stronger—so I believe she should be able to join us and fight by our sides! She does not want to rely on others and wants to take action. I just know that she's extremely brave and determined!"

"I see," he says thoughtfully, nodding his head along. "If that is the way you feel, then I shall also believe in her!"

Her mouth gapes open and she clasps her hands to her chest. "R-Really?!"

"Of course! I do not take you for someone to say such things so lightly, if you do not mean them . So, that means what you've said just now is truthful and a decision that you believe to be right. You are also strong, you're here for a reason because of your skills and decisions," he remarks. "Therefore, if you think someone else is capable of doing a good job and trying their hardest, then I have no reason to object!"

Her chins wobbles a little as tears try to form along her lash line, a hand flying up to cover a bashful smile. "Oh, thank you! Yes, I really mean it and believe we should let her train and join the corps. I don't know how but I can just feel it, she will be a valuable member and bring us one step closer to achieving all our dreams."

"Then it shall be done," he laughs heartily.

She squeals in delight, then pauses. "Oh, but the others and Master..."

"Worry not! I will request to take her under my wing and make sure she becomes a fine swordsman!"

"Wonderful! This is so wonderful, oh, she'll be so happy to hear! I really do hope Master and the others will accept her..."

"We've accepted a demon girl into the grounds, so it seems anything is possible," he muses.

Mitsuri grins and bows as she leaves and he finally finishes his bowl of food with a satisfied hum. He cleans up after himself then heads out towards the headquarters, set on his new mission of finding the Master to request training you as one of them. When Kocho first told them about you, he was curious and wanted to help, but since you were foreign and neither of you spoke the same language, the notion was quickly squashed as he had nothing substantial to offer with your situation. Mitsuri and Tengen could help though, seeing as they could at least speak with you, and he was glad that they could assist you.

But he admits, he was a little... disheartened to realize he wouldn't be able to aid in this situation. He takes pride in being of service to others and making the world a better place, whether it be by slaying demons, or even simple tasks with helping other people. He's done many different things but this was very new and sort of exciting—it's not every day you meet a foreigner who's lost their memory.

He had accepted the fact he would be of no use and would continue his regular slaying duties, however, it seems that fate had other plans.

You wanted to join them, to become a demon slayer and fight by their sides.

It would be extremely difficult. Injury and death are very high possibilities. All he knows of you, is what he's been told, and it wasn't much. He doesn't doubt Mitsuri's claims but he would like to see for himself if you have what it takes. He exits the mansion, walking through the front courtyard and makes his way past the gate. He should reach the headquarters within fifteen to twenty minutes at the pace he's going, and just as he thought, he makes it within that time frame and immediately seeks out the Master. He comes to the main building where he finds Master Ubuyashiki sitting on the engawa, his eyes are closed and he has a serene look about him as he takes in slow, deep breaths. A gust of wind weaves between them and the Master opens his eyes, staring straight ahead.

"Good afternoon," Ubuyashiki greets, a small smile forming on his lips. "It is a lovely day, is it not?"

"Greetings, Master. Yes, it is a very fine day! I am glad to see you enjoying the weather."

"Mhm, indeed. Now then, tell me, what brings you here my child?"

"I've come to make a request of great importance," Kyojuro states, his voice low, and Ubuyashiki nods once so he continues. "Master, I ask that you consider allowing me to take the girl known as Y/n, to teach her to become a swordsman, and join the ranks as a fellow comrade of the demon slayers."

"You wish to train the girl? May I ask what has inspired this request?"

"Yes," Kyojuro affirms, "it was brought to my attention by Mitsuri Kanroji, that the girl had expressed a desire to join the corps."

"I see... It is quite peculiar, seeing as she is a foreigner, and has no recollection of her life before here. I do, however, find it admirable that such a person is willing to become stronger and fight alongside her new friends and other members. She must have witnessed the hardships we face and know it is no easy task, as she has traveled with those three boys, after all." He pauses in thought and Kyojuro waits as he gives his final answer. "Very well, then. If Mitsuri and yourself see potential in this young lady, then I shall accept your request."

"Thank you, Master," Kyojuro says lightly. "When shall I have her ready for Final Selection?"

"Ah, yes, there is no need to worry about that. Let it be known, from here on out, that Miss Y/n is now recognized as an official member of the corps. I know she will be in more than capable hands, even so, I wish good luck upon you and your new pupil. Do your best, Kyojuro," he adds warmly.

Kyojuro hums in appreciation, a wide grin splitting open as he bows respectfully. "Very well, Master, I shall see to it! And I pray for your continued good health..." He straightens back up and gets ready to leave. "Farewell!"

"Farewell, my child."

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It's later in the evening, you and the boys are all sitting around a small table eating and talking, well... except you, as you sit back and quietly munch on your food, listening to your friends chatter amongst themselves. You wish you knew what everyone was saying, it really bugs you, but you still enjoy the hushed tones with which they speak for once. It was calm for once and you found it rather odd but you dare not question it and just basked in the peace, that is until Inosuke casts his eyes your direction and a greedy, wandering hand snakes towards your plate of food. You watch from the corner of you eye, slightly amused that he seems to think you are totally unaware of his current advances, but as soon as his fingers are within reach you fling your hand out and swat him away.

"Huahh—what the hell?!"

He glares at you, holding his hand close and rubbing his knuckles right where you smacked him, and you return the stare.

"Let go," you hiss out, pulling your plate closer.

Zenitsu is mid-bite as you speak and accidentally inhales the food, and Tanjiro's eyes bulge out as he quickly looks at you before he whirls around to help Zenitsu by slamming his palm against his back, who's coughing as he chokes on the piece of food. A few more forceful slaps and the food goes flying onto the floor, rolling away, and Zenitsu leans over trying to catch his breath while Tanjiro pats him more gently as he tries to soothe him.

"Did she just speak Japanese?!" Zenitsu sits back up, wide eyes focused on you. "She totally did! Has she been able to speak this whole time?! No, that can't be right, she needs to be taught... I thought that the obnoxious, superficial guy was supposed to be teaching her, but he hasn't come back yet. So then, who's teaching her?! Is she learning by herself!?"

"Yes... she did speak Japanese," Tanjiro confirms. "And you're right, Mr. Uzui is supposed to be teaching her. She doesn't know anything yet, so he might have taught her that before he left, or perhaps someone else told her."

"BUT WHO?!"

"I think the Love Hashira can speak some English, so... maybe she did? Or perhaps, she is learning by herself?" He tilts his head and looks at you with wide eyes. "Y/n, can you understand us? Have you been learning on your own, or is someone else teaching you?" You blink at him, your face lightly scrunching and you shake your head as you shrug your shoulders, showing you have no idea what he is saying and he nods in understanding. "I see... alright, that clears it up then."

"So, she still doesn't know much and just learned that then. Ahh man, I was really hoping she could speak already. I want to talk to her," Zenitsu bemoans.

"We'll be able to talk to her soon enough, don't worry! In the meantime, let's try to help her learn," Tanjiro suggests with a grin. "Practicing is good, so I'm sure Mr. Uzui wouldn't mind if we helped with simple things."

"Yeah, good idea! Oh, Y/n-chaaan~ Repeat after me!"

He leans over the table and smiles mischievously, pointing at you and then himself as he opens and closes his mouth a few times.

You focus on what he's doing, trying to understand what he wants. "Uhh, you want me to speak? Or repeat what you say," you guess.

You copy his actions and he nods furiously, so you laugh a little and nod as well. You get it now, he wants you to copy him.

He giggles and slightly waggles his brows at you, as he speaks in a more slow and seductive tone. "Watashi wa anata o aishi, anata to kekkon shimasu~"

Tanjiro whirls around, ready to reprimand him but Zenitsu quickly shoves a hand over his mouth and holds him there, not even sparing him a glance as he keeps his focus on you and urges you to repeat what he said. Tanjiro tries to remove his hands, struggling against him and Inosuke cackles, fully enjoying the show as they fight and have your full attention, giving him the opportunity to successfully steal from your plate again.

"Zem— itsu! Le.. go— You cab't tell.. her to say.. hat—"

"SHUT IT, LET HER SPEAK!"

You sound it out and try your hardest to copy him, butchering the words, but he doesn't seem to care as he continues nodding along and encouraging you to repeat what he's saying. You don't question why he and Tanjiro are pushing and pulling at each other while he stays focused on getting you to copy the sentence, and you probably should, but why would you when this wasn't anything out of the ordinary? They all play and fight with each other, so you have no reason to wonder what exactly Zenitsu is making you say. It was funny and you were learning something new!

" Watashi wa... anata," you pause and watch Zenitsu's mouth carefully as he grits out the words, "o aishi, anata to kekkon shimasu!"

He lets go of Tanjiro and hollers, excitedly throwing his hands up. Tanjiro yanks him by the collar as he then tries to clamber over the table to your side, looking at him in disapproval as he whines and reaches out for you.

"Tanjiroooo, let me go! You heard what she said, you can't stop me now!"

Tanjiro seethes, continuing to hold him back. "She has no idea what that means! I will not allow you to trick her like that, have you no shame?!"

"You got in my way once already! Why can't you just let me and Y/n-chan be happy!"

"Because she hasn't actually agreed to your nonsense!"

"But she did!"

"That doesn't count," he says in exasperation. "You know she doesn't love you or want to marry you."

"Ah, come onnnn," he whines pitifully. "That's so harsh!"

"Well... not yet, anyways. Maybe she will... or maybe she won't."

"You don't think she'll ever love me, I can hear it in your voice! Tanjiro, how can you be so cruel!?"

"N-No, Zenitsu, knock it off! You know what I mean, you can't just pretend or expect things from other people. She has feelings too! Didn't you say you were going to try your best to woo her or something?"

"But it takes so much work!"

Tanjiro almost rolls his eyes and sighs. "You won't get anything without working for it! Come on now, you're being dramatic."

As they continue to bicker you turn your attention back to your food and find most of it missing. Your gaze follows the trail of crumbs that lead you straight to the culprit, who grins smugly at you, chewing obnoxiously and your eye slightly twitches. Inosuke snickers as he reaches for the last items on your plate, which results in both of your hands flailing around in a jumbled mess as you try to smack each other.

You want to wipe that stupid, pretty look off his face but at the same time you can't help but indulge in his childish little game. You notice he isn't actually trying that hard to steal more food because he could easily overpower your defenses and snatch it if he truly wanted to. It seems like he was just playing... he was messing with you for the fun of it, and it was honestly kind of cute and funny. You haven't really seen this side to him before, he was usually stoic and hot-headed, annoying even.

You giggle and swat at him some more as he grabs onto your hands and tries to hold them together in a ball. This is the perfect chance for you to keep saying what Mitsuri taught you.

"Let go!"

"Make me," he snorts.

Dinner lasts a little longer than usual and the three little girls that help around the mansion have come in a couple times to check on you all, sharing odd looks with each other as they witness the chaos. The last time they come to check on you, they bring the tea that Zenitsu has to drink and he curls into a ball, sobbing when they try to get him to take it. He keeps refusing, so they resort to holding him down and trying to get him to take it by force but they aren't successful.

You crawl over to try and help by keeping him pinned but he puts up a fight and doesn't seem to notice or care who is wrestling with him. You manage to roll him over and sit some of your weight on his legs and grab onto his arms, trying to keep him still as he thrashes around. You struggle a bit until he realizes you're on top of him (with two of the other girls holding him down as well), and his face bursts into flames, eyes going blank as his soul leaves his body.

He's going to heaven!

But his soul is abruptly back down when the horribly bitter medicine is tilted into his opened mouth, the last girl closing his jaw and holding it shut until he swallows. He groans and cries, complaining about how awful that was and he'd rather just die right now, especially since you're sitting on him—what a way to die! Although, he could think of an even better way to die...

Your weight is lifted as the girls shoo you away and an older girl comes in, hands on her hips. "Good grief! You've been giving us a lot of trouble. In order to get you through this more quickly, I'm gonna have to up the dosage and require you to drink two extra cups in the morning, and two at night."

He snaps out of his stupor, shooting up and stares at her in horror. "WHAT?!?! N-NO WAY!!"

"I can't have these girls getting stuck trying to make you drink it, they have more important things to do, you know!? Even the poor foreigner had to help," she tsks. "Listen, we want this over with just as much as you do. Just do what I say and you'll be cleared more quickly, alright?"

"But.. but..."

She narrows her eyes at him and hangs his head, whimpering but agreeing with her.

"As for you two," she points at Tanjiro and Inosuke, "you appear to be healing a lot quicker than I thought, but just to be safe, I'm requiring just half the time of rest before you can be released."

Tanjiro nods, smiling. "Oh, that's good. It's been a little over a week, but I have been feeling a lot better. Will we be allowed to train then?"

"Yes, now carry on."

She leaves with the other girls and you all sit around for another minute until you get tired and start to clean everything up.

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The next couple of days go by and you anxiously wait outside all morning for Uzui's return. Two weeks have finally gone by and you can start learning Japanese! You pace around, trying to keep your mind occupied until he arrives, but you eventually get bored and end up falling asleep sitting on a random rock by the entrance. When you're woken up, your mind is slow to register the figure in front of you, standing proudly as they chuckle at your hunched over form. You blink and rub at your eyes, staring at them as you slowly come out of the fog. Once your mind catches up you pale at the sight in front of you.

Oh no, not him!

You wipe the corner of your mouth, cringing at the tiny bit of drool and flush at being caught snoozing in such an awkward and unflattering way. Your gaze shifts to the side and your eyes nearly pop out even more as you notice the other man, who's not even hiding his amusement as he laughs at you.

"Well, well, looks like I've got a slacker on my hands!"

"What?! No," you protest, "I'm not a slacker!"

"Are you sure? I think I saw a river coming out of your mouth..." Uzui jokes.

Your cheeks puff out indignantly, scowling at him. "Shut up, you did not! And what else was I supposed to do while I waited for you?"

He laughs and claps his hands together, turning to the man next to him, who you momentarily forgot about. "She's a real handful already, are you sure you can handle her, Rengoku?"

"Certainly!"

The fiery man flashes a grin at you and you nearly melt into a puddle but manage to hold yourself together by avoiding eye contact. How embarrassing for him to also see you sleeping! Something about him made you feel way more shy than you ever were around any of the other people you've met so far.

"Of course! Don't go too hard on her now, but don't let her take it easy either." He looks down and scrunches his nose at you. "Isn't that right, kid?"

You look between them, confused but nodding anyway. "Uhh, right... yeah?"

"Good!" He snickers and raises a brow. "Alright, kid, you're in for some real fun from here on out! As you know, you'll be learning Japanese, with yours truly! But that's not all, you've got even more work cut out for you."

You bite the side of your cheek, looking between the two men nervously. "W-What else will I be doing?"

"Don't you know? I believe you talked to a certain someone, asking her if you could train, and join the corps."

"Are you saying—"

"Yup! The Master was informed of your wishes and accepted you. You'll be learning from Rengoku, here. He'll teach you everything you need to know about swordsmanship, breathing styles, and how to fight demons."

"Oh my god," you breathe, sitting back as you stare blankly at the ground. "I can't believe it..."

"Well, you better start believing because it won't be easy. You gotta work hard, or you'll end up dead. You're a smart girl, so you already know that, right?" You nod once and he crouches down to your level. "We're going to do our best to teach you, but it's you who will have to put in the real effort here. You want to talk with your friends? You want to get stronger and fight by our sides? Then give it your all and we'll make sure it happens."

"R-Right!"

He smiles, reaching over to tousle your hair as he stands. "Good! Now, then, there's no time like the present. Let's get started shall we?"

You shoot up and panic a little. "Now?!"

"You want to wait longer, or what?"

"No, but.. ummm, I wasn't expecting to start training so soon! Fighting, I mean.."

"Ah, you won't start that until later. We gotta get you understanding and speaking some of the basics first! I think you'll be ready by the time your little friends are discharged and allowed to start recovery training, but who knows, could be later."

"I want to be with them!"

"Then the sooner we start, the better, right?"

"Right," you swallow.

"I'll let you know when she's ready to start her training with you," he informs Rengoku, who nods and walks away. Uzui then turns on his heel and waves his hand forward for you to follow him. "Let's go!"

He leads you inside and finds a room where you'll do all your studying. He slides a bag off his back and opens it, taking some books and paper out, stacking them on a table. Once he has everything sorted, he grabs the first set and places them in front of you as you sit down and run your eyes over it all. He sits down across from you and claps his hands together, grinning as he opens the book up and begins his first lesson.

The first hour is him explaining some things and answering a lot of questions, then he has you read and write the letters of their alphabet. It's split into three systems, which is overwhelming and hard to understand at first, but you slowly start to understand it a little more. By the time you're done trying to memorize the letters and writing them down you feel exhausted, your head throbbing as a headache threatens to form. You take a break but resume and don't stop until late in the night when you can't take it anymore.

Yeah, this was going to be hard... but you had to do it.

The next day is spent going over everything, practicing even more reading and writing. You imagine this is all you'll be doing until you get it down, then you'll be able to start putting more things together, until eventually you know how to read, write, and speak fluently. Just as you thought, the next couple of days are just repeating everything you've been learning so far and practicing. Lots and lots of practice. He wants you to correctly name things, to memorize them, and say it out loud so he follows you around, grabbing a cup, bowel, pillow, and other random objects as he shows them to you. He tells you what they are called then has you repeat it, and throughout the day he'll quiz you on them and ask you to tell him what they are again... and again.

The repetition almost drives you mad but it works and hammers the information in more. Your brain feels like it's going to explode with how much memory is being taken up, but it feels nice in a weird way. You're learning a lot of new stuff and while it was extremely frustrating at some points, it was also quite fun.

Tanjiro stops by one day to ask if he and the others could be of help, and Uzui ponders it for a minute before he tells him that they could help by practicing the same things with you while he slowly moves on to the new things for you to learn. Before you know it, three weeks have gone by and you can recall a few things and very basic sentences. If someone talked to you, you could understand bits and pieces. You know how to greet and introduce yourself. You know how to say goodbye. You know how to ask for help. You know how to apologize and thank others. You know some objects and food as well.

It's been going pretty well so far, if you had to say so yourself, but you know you were only just scratching the surface. It's a long time coming but you couldn't wait until you could fully understand and speak with others. In these last few weeks you've had more headaches than you can count and you've cried in frustration, nearly giving up but you grit your teeth and push through. You can't give up, not matter how hard it is, especially when Uzui and your friends keep supporting your efforts and try their best to help you.

You can do this!

Before you know it, you'll have it all down. You'll be able to talk with people, to really connect and not feel so alone. Before you know it, you'll be training to become a demon slayer like everyone else, helping protect others and fight by your comrades, making the world a safer and happier place. And before you know it, you'll surely find the answers that you seek and know where you came from, who you really are.

#tanjiro x reader #inosuke x reader #rengoku x reader #zenitsu x reader #tomioka x reader #tengen uzui #shinobu kocho #sanemi shinazugawa #nezuko kamado #choose your ending #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer fic #demon slayer #friends #fluff #pining #angst #humor #jealousy #kimetsu no yaiba

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Masterlist Sarah Paulson + character

Tammy x reader

In this story Tammy is divorced and she has the custody of her 3 kids

Warnings: this chapter has zero sense but I wanted to post something; English is not my first language.

You and Tammy have been dating for a bit over an year. In all this time you managed to get to know all your girlfriend little secret: from the divorce with her ex husband, to her teenage crush on her friend Debby (have no idea if that's real, but for me it is sorry not sorry) and obviously her "job".

So you weren't surprised when, as soon as you get home, the kids run to you in tears telling you that mommy left for New York where she have to do a special job.

After calming the babies and put them to bed promising that mommy will be back soon you throw yourself on the bed calling Tammy.

"Hi honey!" She answer with her usual enthusiasm and sweet tone "Hey criminal!" You teas her a bit smirking only to be scolded by your girlfriend "Stop calling me that I'm out of it." "Then I guess you're just helping Debby move in her new house. Am I right?" You chuckle. Obviously you were joking, but apparently Tammy didn't get that cause she say slightly panicking "Honey I- I'm sorry! I'll take my thing and will be back home in a couple of hours and-" you cut her off laughing "Babe, I'm not mad. I know this is what makes you happy. So the only thing I'm asking is to be careful, I have no intention in visiting you in prison.". Tammy let out a loud breath of relief before remarking "You know we are always careful, plus orange is not really my thing." You two laugh and chat for a little more, before she had to go back to work.

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It's been a week since Tammy left for New York and you two haven't talk much, just some quick text where she let you know that she's safe and she loves you, but nothing more. The kids missed her like crazy and you two were starting to miss her presence at night, but you respect her and her interests so you would never dare to ask her to leave everything and come back home just cause you miss her. It would be selfish, and you would surely regret that the moment she'll place her feet in the house.

But apparently today is your lucky day. You are sitting on the couch trying to read something, while the kids are running around the house playing some weirdest game they just invented. That's when you hear the front door opening and your girlfriend voice calling for you. The kids immediately run up to hug her and tell her everything that happened in this week while she try to make her way into the living room with her luggage. You sit up and go to help her, but only after giving her a loving kiss on the lips.

"My loves, mommy missed you all so much but why don't you all go play outside while momma and I prepare lunch so then we can talk about everything you want?" Tammy propose almost in an impatient tone, but the kids don't seem to notice in fact they go to play outside without complaining. As soon as they're out of sight Tammy wraps her arms around your waist kissing you passionately, at first your surprised but eventually you let yourself go and kiss her back running your fingers through her blond hair.

"I missed you baby you whisper breathless when you two break the kiss "Me too honey, but I brought a gift for you." She reply smiling before taking out something from her pocket. You follow her hand with curiosity and gasp in shock when she opens it revealing a huge diamond ring. "Tammy what..." You breath out before she interrupts you " You know I get nervous when I have to do a speech, so I'm going straight to the point. Will you marry me (y/n)?"

Tears start building up in your eyes as you keep chanting "Yes Tammy yes" over and over like a mantra. Eventually your ex girlfriend and new fiance, put the ring on her finger mumbling "I hope you don't have a problem with robbery honey, cause I didn't buy it in a store for sure." With that you hug her tightly chuckling "I'm not surprised baby."

#oceans 8 #tammy x reader #sarah paulson #character x reader #writing #girls who like girls

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~ As above, I have a couple of titles in store so I'll be glad to give you more than one, in case you're afraid of repetitions.

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[koukaimagines]

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Taekwondo and School

A/N: Tap here if you want read part one.

You two sat down, you drinked your water while Taehoon drink his water, but he stared at you. You sighed, "Stop looking at me with those eyes, Taehoon."

"What eyes?" he shrugged, pretended he didn't stared at you earlier. But he did, he was staring at you just now. You just sighed again, and you just looked at Taehoon's friends—Hobin, Jjiksae, and Gaeul.

You could see, they were talking to the viewers. Several times you can hear people sending donations via superchat, you bet that was Taehoon's fangirls based on what you heard Hobin read the contents of the chat in the donation.

You admited that Taehoon had handsome and pretty face at the same time, so that was obivious he had many fans.

You whistled while elbowed his right arm, "Damn, man ... You've many fans. You will make a lot of money from your channel later," you chuckled. "Next time, take me when you're broadcasting live, I'm sure there will be lots of people watching." you said with serious tone but you were joking.

Suddenly, you heard Jjiksae called your name and Taehoon. "Someone ask you two, they ask about ... 'Since when can you be close friends? We didn't know that the two Taekwondo athletes were friends'. Well, what do you say?"

You curled your hair with your finger, "A long time ago, I saw a boy in the class when I was about to sleeping in the class." you answered with honestly.

"Yeah, you're a sleepyhead until now, [Name]." he commented your answer.

"A sleepyhead?"

"Oh! I once saw her sleeping straight after a competition on live television."

"She was tired after her competition that day."

"But she's still cute tough🥺"

"[Name]'s simp^"

"Just look at you, Taehoon's simp^"

You rolled your eyes, "Atleast, I didn't sleep during art class," you gritted your teeth. He just shrugged his shoulders.

▪︎🌱

This morning, your body felt fitter than before, and your mood wass good. You went to school with a happy feeling. You hummed you favorite song while you walked.

But, you felt someone walked beside you, that was Seong Taehoon, he walked with you. You just silent and turned your head to the street.

Just you, Taehoon, and the silent morning in the street.

You took your smartphone from your pocket, then you spoke to Taehoon, "Man, I hope I can skip the history class ..." you annoyed with history class that bored you to death. "I mean, why are the girls still listening to the new teacher while listening to his babbling?!" you added.

He shrugged, "Maybe he has something that steal their attention," he replied.

"His face?"

"I think yes."

"Really? He has handsome face, but he's literly 40 years old!" you rubbed your hair, "How could they—" you groaned.

Taehoon raised an eyebrow, "I thought you're attracted to old guys, you like guys younger than you?" he snickered.

You shooked your head, "Nah, I like someone same age as me." you whistled.

"Oh yes, I like someone who often calls me 'Bookworm'," you chuckled. Your head turned toward him; he stood behind you, frozen there with an incredulous look fixed on you.

You grinned, "What? Hurry up, we have history class." you walked toward him and hold his hand. You pulled him to ran toward your school which was near. "I don't forgive you if you're make us late for our class." You giggled.

Taehoon? He just followed you as you hold his hand. He felt his heart pounded and his face warmer than usual, is it because of your action or his feeling toward you?

Uh, oh~ Someone feel in love.

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