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Chapter 18 Happy Birthday, by the way

Chapter 18 of Sugar

A/N- It’s crazy how everything happens in a span of a couple hours!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST!, fluff, violence, blood, spoilers, SLOW BURN, heavy pining, long chapter.

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during- 2x10-2x16

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“How?” You ask breathlessly and slowly reach out to grab his hands.

Suguru—no, this man pretending to be Suguru wraps his hands around your arms and offers you a faint and feigned smile that you catch right away.

“Why didn’t you go home?” You add.

Fake Suguru parts his lips and spills some lies. “I wanted to give you the world first. I couldn’t disappoint you again.”

He’s trying so hard to sound as soft as Suguru would when he spoke, but does this guy know that it came naturally to Suguru to speak that way?

Does he know that no matter what, Suguru and you told each other almost everything when it came to these matters? That even if he thinks he’s disappointing you, he’d communicate himself, especially when his kids are on the line.

“I told you,” you whisper in a shaky voice as you force tears to roll down your cheeks. “All I needed was you. You should’ve told me.”

Fake Suguru slides his hands down your arms to take your hands in his before he leans closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he says without sounding genuine whatsoever. “Forgive me.”

You hold his gaze and nod softly in agreement. And even if your heart and soul knew that he isn’t your husband, this is still his body. The hands you’re holding are still as soft and warm as his were, and so for a moment, you let your mind just lose itself over him. You let yourself indulge in the feeling of his muscular arms under your fingertips as you drag your arms up. You let yourself take in his face now that it isn’t just in pictures or in your memories.

This guy is not Suguru, you know that, but you hold his delicate and soft face as if it were.

“Suguru,” you cry as if it were him, and stare into his eyes to try and desperately find a piece of him.

However, these eyes are cold and unwelcoming.

Even so, you still throw your arms around him and hug him tightly against you. “Oh,” you mewl. “I missed you.”

Fake Suguru slowly embraces you back and does the right thing by caressing your back. “I missed you too,” he redirects, but it almost sounds like he’s putting effort into it.

“I love you,” you murmur, but not to this soul, to the body that belonged to the soul of Suguru Geto.

“Me too,” fake Geto mutters.

You inhale and you immediately get a whiff of some sweat, dirt, and stench of curses. Suguru didn’t like wearing cologne made by non-sorcerers, but he made his alternatives to smell good. He also never stood as stiff as fake Geto does. And when he hugged you he embraced you with effort and love. This guy seems to be barely holding on, so it makes what you have to do that much easier.

First, however, you slowly drag your eyes off the ground and meet your brother's hardened and panicked gaze. Neither of you dare to say a word, but you didn’t need to, Satoru spoke with his eyes. He shot you a warning about this man, and about leaving with his look alone, but you knew all that.

“It's okay, you’ll be okay,” you mouth and offer your brother a tiny and assuring smile.

Satoru’s eyes widen more as he realizes you have something up your sleeve. But no matter how much he itches to say something he keeps his mouth shut and trusts you.

“I know how this looks,” fake Suguru interjects after you pull back to face him. “But you have to trust me.”

You offer him a sweet smile and nod softly. “Of course I do, but first please let me just…” you trail off and slowly and hesitantly hold his face. “Look at you,” you whisper and lift one hand to hover the pad of your thumb over the scar across his forehead. “Are you okay?”

Fake Suguru shoots you a smile and nods. “Now I am. Hm.” He hums and slowly lifts his hands to reach for your cheeks. You feel the need to flinch to avoid this stranger's touch, but you need to keep him fooled, so you let his hands cup your cheeks, you let his thumbs caress your flesh before you force yourself to lean in and slam your lips over his.

Right away the kiss feels different. And even if these lips are the same ones you kissed over the 11 years you were together, these lips feel strange to the touch; there’s no spark or hunger for more. You actually feel disgusted by the dry lips moving against yours, but you suck it up and keep his attention on you as you slide one hand down.

Every fiber in your body wants to free yourself from the torture of acting in something intimate with the stranger, but you keep pushing through to discreetly use your cursed energy and bask your hand with flames before you thrust your flame-covered fist through his chest.

Fake Suguru immediately pulls back and looks down at your arm impaled through his chest and groans. “Why?” He asks and keeps pretending to be someone he isn’t. “Y/N.”

You slowly smirk to let him know that you didn’t fall into his trap. And before he can counter, you dig your other hand in your pocket and pull out Heartsbane, the dagger you were supposed to use to kill Suguru with 11 years ago, and thrust the blade towards his heart.

However, just as the blade's tip touches his chest, something cold and rough wraps around your wrist and stops you. You quickly snap your eyes down in panic and see a pale and enlarged hand with stitches wrapped around the wrist…

Patchface.

You try to look over at him, but in the blink of an eye, he bends your wrist away from fake Suguru and snaps your arm back to impale the knife through your throat.

“Y/N!” Satoru bellows.

You choke and gurgle on your own blood as it overfills your throat, and pull your other hand away from fake Suguru to paw at your bleeding wound.

“No blood to the brain,” fake Suguru mutters in a threatening voice while he pulls the knife out of your wound to make the blood squirt out. “Means a cascade of circuit failure and slower healing for RCT users.”

“Stop!” Satoru yells out. “Leave her alone! Just leave her alone dammit! “Y/N,” Satoru calls out, and you hear panic laced in his voice. He doesn’t hide it, it’s obvious and clear. “Just focus on healing, nothing else. Are you listening to me?!”

You part your lips but nothing comes out, so instead you slowly shift your eyes past fake Suguru’s shoulders to find comfort in these fearful seconds as you try to heal, but just as you meet your brother's bright blue eyes, fake Suguru squeezes your face hard, and with one swift turn he snaps your neck.

“And no oxygen to the brain means death, and no RCT,” fake Suguru finishes and finally lets go of your face to let your body thump limply on the ground with your eyes wide open, and blood slowly pooling around you.

However, your life is not immediately robbed by the grasp of death, you’re still conscious, you can see the lower half of your brother's body as he remains crouched and restrained, and you can see fake Suguru’s legs, but you can’t move your eyes to see anything else. You actually can’t move your body at all, you’re paralyzed and feeling yourself bleed out. All you can do is listen.

“Hey,” you hear Satoru call out breathlessly to your stiff body. “Y/N?”

You want to let him know you’re okay, but you can’t move a muscle. You’re barely breathing. All you can muster is slow healing to stop all your blood from spilling out of your wound as you fight the darkness that tries to knock you unconscious.

“It’s not funny,” Satoru seethes. “Get up. Get the hell up and heal!”

“I didn't mean things to turn out that way,” fake Suguru interjects and finally sounds fucking sincere. “But she caught me off guard, I reacted.”

“If you’re going to do this, hurry it up!” Satoru rebuttals spitefully. “Not only is it absolutely foul, but the view here is awful, too.”

“I wanted to enjoy this sight for a bit longer, but,” fake Suguru says. “Indeed, I wouldn’t want anything to happen. Gate, close.”

Silent, but high-pitched screaming hits your ears as you see the flesh that's keeping your brother restrained fly up before he just disappears. Which can only mean one thing…He’s gone.

Satoru is gone.

Satoru…

You try to call out his name, but nothing comes out but a huff of air past your lips, whilst tears escape your eyes before that pesky darkness takes over.

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*NOT SO MUCH LATER. CHOSO POV*

“Looks like you’re all awake.” Geto’s voice barely registers in Choso’s mind as he tries to recuperate from the short slumber you put him under when you knocked him out with a single blow.

Which he expected, Geto mentioned you were strong; not as much of a threat as Satoru Gojo, but he and his comrades were told to be cautious of you.

Yet when it came down to it you still caught him by surprise. It’s why he's currently having trouble keeping his eyes open, and it’s why he now knows that he should’ve never doubted you. However, he made that mistake before he realized that Geto was talking about you. The same you that he saw in his grand and deep abyss where all he had was his brothers before there was you.

Before that, he didn’t know much in his century-long indisposal He didn’t feel much, but brotherly love and hatred for his father, but then flames as bright as the sun sparked to life and burned away the dark void that was his life, and he finally knew what hope was the moment your eyes came into his life.

Ever since then, he’s been marked by the touch of your flames and he could never forget you for as long as he lived. Even as that light diminished as the time passed after your absence, your flames still danced inside him. And they continued to gently dance just for him when he was given a body and a chance to finally live.

When he realized he didn’t know if you were alive or if you had died decades ago, he made sure to hold on to your memory. Albeit then his brothers died and that hopeful fire began to flicker, and struggled to stay alive.

That is until he finally saw you again.

Yes, he failed to recognize you at first, but every time he looked at you you were far, and when you were close you had the tendency to look away and babble, or attack. But when he had you in his arms just a hair's breadth away and you looked back at him, he finally saw his hope once again when he recognized your fire-kissed eyes that he would never forget for as long as he lives.

Yet he couldn’t say a thing even if he had hundreds of things to say. You stole his breath away and rendered him speechless the moment he recognized you; his divine light.

Before you, he never thought that ability was a possibility for him, but you did it and did it again a few minutes later when you knocked him out. But he doesn’t blame you for that, you don’t know who he is in his new body. He wouldn’t blame you if you kept hating him for what he wants to do either. All you need to know is that he's thankful for you.

“Choso,” Geto calls out for his attention. “I hope Y/N didn’t give you such a hard time.”

Choso shakes his head stiffly. “No, not at all.”

Geto hums. “Good. The weakness with her is to keep her talking, really, she loves that.” He scoffs. “Or should I say she loved that.” He sighs deeply and steps aside.

And just like that, all hope is gone. Nothing lingers, nothing is left dancing or flickering in hopes you’d come to light it again. The moment he recognizes you lying limply on the ground with a pool of blood around your head, and dark stains of it on your lips, chin, and white hair he’s once again in that void he’d become strangers with

“What?” Choso mutters in a chilling tone that’s barely audible as he stares in disbelief at your stiff body.

“No, Choso,” Mahito interjects. “The question is why.” He chuckles. “She thought she was smart, but she wasn’t. She was just plain annoying and not all that strong.”

There it goes again, his heart beating weirdly. Only this time he doesn’t confuse it like when he first laid eyes on you before he recognized you. At that moment it felt like his heart skipped a beat, it was odd but pleasing. This time though he knows what it means when he feels his heart sink. After all, he felt it when he lost his brothers to Yuji Itadori and his friend.

He hardly knew you, it’s true, but in retrospect, it feels like he’s known you for years by the memory of your fire-infused eyes and what they meant to him alone. Not only that, but he couldn’t even say thank you, or mention that he remembered you from that day when he was nothing but a fetus in a tube. He can’t say anything at all anymore because you’re dead.

And yet the one person who he thought would be conflicted by this, isn’t. Geto actually doesn’t seem affected by the fact that you're dead whatsoever.

You are his wife after all aren’t you? Even if he’s never seen you two together shouldn't your death cause some kind of reaction?

“Wasn’t she your wife?” Choso dares to ask as he lifts his eyes to look at Geto across from him.

Geto holds Choso’s gaze and sighs deeply before he nods lightly. “She was,” he says simply. “But disagreements happen…and people drift apart, hm.” He offers Choso a tightlipped smile before he looks away to change the subject. “Now, for our next…”

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*YOUR P.O.V. A FEW MINUTES LATER*

“Man, now they know…”

Who’s annoying ass voice is that?

“…the sorcerers are going…”

Is he far or close?

“I’ll be staying behind…”

That’s right; some prick is pretending to be Suguru. It’s all coming back now, every bit of information.

Patch face stabbing you, fake Suguru snapping your neck, and Satoru disappearing thanks to that flesh-like box.

How long has it been since then?

It couldn’t have been long since you managed to start healing in that small window of time after fake Suguru snapped your neck. But then again anything could’ve happened already.

Yet, as you slowly peel your eyes open you can see that you’re still on the train station ground, and you can still hear Patchface and fake Suguru, so perhaps only a short time passed. Which means…

What does it mean exactly? Satoru disappeared, who knows where thanks to these bastards. How can you help someone when you don’t know where they went? It’s not like you can beg this man posing as your husband to give your brother back. If you had to guess, then that’s what this man wanted, to make Satoru disappear.

So it means you’ll have to map out what's happening, so you can then figure something out or leave to go find Itadori like Satoru told you to.

Whatever it is you can’t figure shit out with you on the ground looking at the dirty and blood-covered ground.

Is it smart to get up and show the people who tried to kill you that you’re alive? No, but you need to save your brother or find a way to.

Thus with the strength you recuperated after your body healed, you slowly slide your arms forward and press your palms against the floor to slowly push yourself up to your knees like a dead woman rising.

“…From what I could tell after seeing Satoru Gojo in person—”

“Oh, Sugar,” you coo and cut off that annoying voice blabbering off. “Didn’t anyone tell you to chop off the head?”

Gasps sound behind you, and you continue to slowly push yourself to your feet.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You recognize Patch Face interject.

You feign a chuckle and slowly roll your head up. “I wasn’t talking to you, fuck face,” you sneer and turn half of your body to peer over at the men behind you and realize that it’s not just them anymore. There’s a big and plump red curse, Volcano Head, and…the Cursed Womb; he's also the only one who doesn’t look pisssed or annoyed that you’ve risen from the dead. He looks shocked, but not upset.

“Well,” fake Suguru finally says with that same fake voice. “I can’t say I expected anything less from you…darling.”

You scoff at the ground and shake your head in disapproval.

Could he at least try to sound like Suguru?

“Where’s my brother?” You ask bluntly and snap your eyes up to face the stranger before you.

Fake Suguru shrugs softly. “Out of commission.”

You narrow your gaze to challenge that smug look on his face and try to figure this guy out, to get under his skin, and at least crack his facade.

“You could try and get him back,” he adds and steps aside.

You slowly lower your gaze to the crater on the ground, and notice a small box with eyes the same color as Satoru’s all over the box.

Is that where he is—no, of course, that’s where he is, fake Suguru wouldn’t show it off so proudly if Satoru wasn’t trapped there.

Which means you can’t possibly get him back. No matter how strong you think you are, all these curses with fake Suguru are special grades. He wouldn’t be with them if they weren’t. And the Cursed Womb is a threat too. You can’t face all of them alone—

But you do have the ability to manipulate the earth beneath the box, so you could snatch him back via underground. It’s risky, but it’ll work if you move fast. And if it comes down to it then you’ll have to show off. It doesn’t matter as long as you get Satoru back.

“You know,” you interject nonchalantly. “My daughter will get sad that she won’t see her uncle anymore, but…” you trail off as you catch two pairs of eyes from the corner of your left eye that you can never mistake; Nanako and Mimiko’s. They're on their hands and knees hiding between the corpses.

This changes everything. You can’t possibly get them in the middle of a chase that will most likely happen if you steal Satoru back. You can’t risk their lives…

So you’ll just have to leave empty-handed and get your brother later.

It hurts to do it, but you don’t have another choice anymore, your daughter's lives come first.

“….it’s not worth the risk,” you finish saying and offer fake Suguru an obviously feigned smile before you steal a glimpse at the Cursed Womb and actually lock eyes with him. It’s only for a second but in that moment the guy immediately blinks and straightens up as his face eases from that hardened expression.

You have many questions for him now that you realize he’s the same Cursed Womb you were supposed to rescue last year, but there's a pressing matter to get to, so you hope he stays alive long enough so you can cross paths again. Until then you turn away with the attempt to leave.

“You didn’t really think it’d be that easy to leave now did you?” Patch Face blurts.

You ignore him and instead meet your daughter's eyes as they still hide in the crowd and let them know to start backing away with a simple pointed glare.

However, footsteps then approach you, and out of instinct to protect your daughters you snap around with clenched fists, and your lips curled to a scowl.

“You think you’re so strong,” you hiss at Patch Face since he was the one who dared to come after you. “And so powerful, but you’re naive and cocky after facing a grade one sorcerer and first-year student.”

Patch Face’s smirk deepens as if your words actually fuel his cockiness even more rather than upsetting him.

“So you underestimate everyone because of it, but that will be your downfall. Or,” you roll out and glance at fake Suguru. “He will.” You smirk and take a step back.

Patch Face follows your line of gaze to glance at fake Suguru, and you take advantage of that to slam your fist against his chest and throw him back to his group to get him away from your daughters before he can see them.

“Mahito!” The red curse yells out for its friend.

You glare at all of them and lift your fist infused with fire and wrapped by gusts of air. And before they can counter your surprise attack, you snap your arm down and pound your fist on the floor to send a large wave of the ground towards them so you can use it as a distraction and leave with Nanako and Mimiko.

Albeit fake Suguru throws his arm out, and a woman-cursed spirit in a blood-stained white wedding kimono, comes flying out of a black eerie portal. The same portal Suguru’s curses came out of, meaning that someone is actually using Suguru’s body as a puppet, and not as some mask made by some shape-shifting technique.

It explains why this fake person is so confident in thinking he knows you, it’s why he sent this exact curse to come at you. Because he knows that the curse is from one of the worst days of your past. He’s seen it due to the body he’s in, he knew it’d catch you off guard and make you stop your attack so you can instead direct your attention at the curse.

However, when you throw a fire orb at the curse, it disappears. Or you know that’s what it wants you to believe, it’s waiting for you to move to trap you in its domain. Or, it did that before. Twelve years ago. This time you don’t even think of moving before you notice that your sides begin to obscure.

Alas, even if you’re struck with the same fear you felt 12 years ago, you still put on a brave face and glare at fake Suguru as more mirrors begin to unfold around you. And as he has the audacity to shoot you a wide feigned smile.

“Fuck you,” you spat back in annoyance, “suck my dick.”

Fake Suguru pouts and shakes his head in disapproval.

You let out a deep huff and roll your eyes away, but catch a glimpse of the Cursed Womb, and notice a small line drawn in between his slightly knotted eyebrows. He looks almost concerned.

Not like he does anything about it though, he stands there with the rest of his friends as mirrors unfold around you, making him the last person you see ahead of you before you see a reflection of yourself and the corpses frozen behind you, causing you to turn around to face Mimiko and Nanako.

They don’t come out of hiding, nor do you want them to. You just hold their gazes and offer them an assuring smile to ease the concern that fills their deep brown eyes before they’re gone too, and all you see is reflections of yourself as the domain closes and disappears from where it was.

Now you need to figure out a way to get out. One where it doesn’t involve the curse sucking you deeper into her domain.

So that means no brutal attack because then the glass will start pushing in—even that was your only plan though, so how?

How?

You can't just wait it out so maybe you can use your domain. They’ll clash and you’ll most likely win.

However, casting a domain? Do you really want to take things that far with this curse? It’ll be a waste of energy, and it'll cause damage, so again, how?

How?

“Y/N?”

Your breath immediately catches and you stiffen as you recognize that gentle voice right away.

Albeit, you also detect right away that it’s not real. You know it’s one of the curses techniques, plus he can’t be real, he’s dead.

Yet you ignore every coherent thought and let yourself be overcome with joy and relief at the sound of his gentle voice.

“Suguru,” you muse and slowly turn around, and see him there. Him, him, not some puppet with stitches across his forehead who struggles to talk because he can’t maintain that gentleness in his voice. This person standing before you is actually Suguru Geto, your husband, your friend, and your partner.

“Hi, darling,” he greets you with that charming smile that always makes you feel butterflies. “Happy birthday.”

You flash him a trembling beaming grin.

“You coming home?”

You blink in confusion, but you actually don’t question him or mention anything in regard to the domain's effects because you’re too starstruck by his very vivid face, by the fact that he’s dressed in his comfortable clothes and not his Gojo-gesa. Not only but you’re also taken away by your surroundings slowly transforming to a spot by the lake that’s by your house.

“Suguru,” you say shakily. “I…miss you. I…” you don’t know why you’re being so sincere. You know he’s not real, but you can’t help it. It’s like you’re entranced. “I don’t know how to do this without you. I’m…alone. I’m lonely.”

Suguru’s face twists to display pity and hurt as if he feels the same way. “Oh, my firefly,” he coos.

You laugh softly at the sound of that nickname and you can't help it, you break into a happy stride and rush over to him.

Yet just as you reach your arms out to meet him with an embrace, the tip of your fingers clash against the glass.

“We’re so close aren't we?” He interjects, making you slowly lift your gaze to look at him with confusion filtering in your face. “Just break the glass and we can be together again. We can touch, and remember what it feels like to kiss. We can spend the rest of our lives together and never have to worry about being apart again,” he says softly and steps closer to the other side of the glass.

“We could have everything we want…like, more kids, we wanted more kids, we were going to have another one, remember? A boy.”

You swallow thickly and gasp softly as you suddenly spot him behind you through the reflection.

“We can have that here,” he whispers and it sounds like he’s by your ear, so you slowly peer back to see if he is.

However, before you can fully twist your head you feel a feathery touch on your belly so you freeze and slowly drift your eyes ahead once again. Now you see him caressing your swollen belly hidden under a nice and pretty red dress.

“See?”

The corner of your lips slowly tug to a content smile and you can’t help but reach for his hand on your belly.

Alas, when you reach down your hand falls through an empty vast of air. And as if horrified by the obvious outcome, you look down and don’t see a belly growing a baby, you see nothing but you in your fighting outfit and pure black floors beneath your feet that don't match the sand-covered grass that displays ahead of you.

“Just break the glass, y/n,” Suguru continues trying to tempt you, but you don’t let yourself become a fool this time. Instead, you drop your head and shut your eyes to shut him out and not see the beautiful landscape displayed in the mirrors around you.

“Y/N?” Suguru calls out. “Break the glass.”

Tears escape your eyes and leave a warm trail on the curve of your cheeks.

“Y/N?” He calls out by your ear.

Think of how to escape in a clever way.

“Are you ignoring me?” He raises his voice.

Think. Think.

“You can't ignore me. I'm here, I’m alive, isn’t that what you wanted?”

Maybe you can light this place like a furnace using your cursed technique?

Fire serpent would be clever, even if it means you won’t be able to use it again for a while—but with this fake Suguru running rampant, and special-grade curses on the loose, it would be smarter to save all your strong and powerful techniques for later, just in case.

So what does that leave you with?

“Open your eyes and break the glass! Break the glass, break the glass,” he repeats, and the gentle way he talks slowly disappears as his voice begins to sound higher pitched and scratchy.

“Break the glass! Break the glass you fucking bitch!” A completely different voice shrieks.

You clench your jaw and fists as you keep trying to tune out the noise and focus on getting out without breaking the glass and wasting so much energy.

“Y/N?” A different voice calls out. One you haven’t heard in a while. It’s Haibara’s.

That’s his voice—but no, it’s all just an illusion made by the curse to trick you and have you break the glass so you can fall into a binding vow. You have to stay strong.

“Help me,” Haibara pleads. “You can still help me!”

You squeeze your eyes shut, and the curse this time shoves you forward as if it’s beginning to taunt you into falling into its trap.

“Help me!” A different voice yells.

“Help us!” Multiple voices rise all around you now and echo in your ears.

“Don’t kill us! Please!”

It’s trying to play with guilt you’ve learned to bury long ago.

“Y/N help me!” It plays Haibara’s voice again.

“Y/N!” Suguru’s voice plays now. “Break the glass!”

You shake your head and continue to brainstorm a way out through the distractions starting to overwhelm you.

“Mama?! I need help!”

Satori—no, no, it’s not her!

You slam your hands over your ears and clench your eyes shut to try and continue to drown everything out and not fall into temptation.

However, the moment you try to play smarter, the curse counters and grows louder to the point it feels like every little sound is pounding through your ears. It even starts to push you around like a rag doll.

But you try not to let it get to you, you keep trying to fight through it even if it begins to get to you, even if it overstimulates you to the point you have to fall on your knees and duck your head to hide from all the chaos…just like fake Suguru wanted it to happen.

This is what he wants, to weaken you in the best way that would; with mental and emotional attacks. This is why he had this curse trap you. And you fell right into his fucking trap. Fuck him.

Fuck him!

You pull your hands off your ears to dig your nails into the ground and begin to heave as you replace the fear and insecurity with fury.

Nevertheless, everything then goes deafeningly quiet. You slowly raise your head to look out for any more haunting reflections that are just torturing you, but no one besides a reflection of Satoru is painted on the surface.

“You’re a monster,” he spat, causing you to stiffen, and making your breath catch in your throat. “All those people you let Suguru kill. All those people you’ve killed.”

This isn’t real. It isn’t…

But…if it is then why are you so offended and hurt by his words.

“You’ve always been a monster,” he continues. “I’ve always known it, but I had to hide my hatred to try and please you. To hope you’d change, but,” he scoffs. “You’re too weak for that.”

Tears fill your eyes, and your heart begins to pound.

“I’ve always known that. We’ve always known that.”

You furrow your eyebrows, and before you can question what he means your parents come out of the shadows, and you’re struck with paralyzing fear.

“I was just a little girl,” you murmur even though you know all this is some messed-up reflection of your inner mind looking back at you. “I was scared. I didn’t want to be weak,” your voice shakes.

“But you are,” Satoru rebuttals. “You’re weak.”

“I was just a little girl!” You cry out and pound your fists on the ground. “It was normal to be scared, so why couldn’t you love me?!”

Your parents' eyes just bore into the ground, they don’t move their muscles and it infuriates you all over again.

“Everything I did before was to try and make you look at me the same way you looked at him!” You bellow. “But it wasn’t enough for you! Nothing was ever enough for either of you! Why?! Why was I never good enough for you?! Why couldn’t you love me?”

Both of your parents' eyes finally snap up and you wait with hope.

However, they don’t answer, and it makes something finally snap inside you, and give the curse more than it was asking for.

You break the glass with a burst of wind, and that sends the glass to shoot out at you and leave gashes all over your body. It hurts, but you continue to mix the wind with the fire that blasts out of your hands to enrage the scorching flames to the point they begin to burn through the domain's walls at the moment of impact. All while pieces of the ground underneath the domain crash against the walls, and water sprouts from the air around the domain to clash against the walls with the pieces of ground so harshly that the domain breaks from the outside, whilst your flames melt the domain from the inside and finally set you free.

“Fuck them,” you grumble and feel your body tremble as you shove yourself to your feet. “Fuck all of them.”

Now to find where you are….where did this curse take you?

But first…fuck…you feel so sluggish.

Maybe you just need to rest first.

Yeah, sitting down feels good, healing the gashes feels great, but closing your eyes feels better.

Moreover, as you can’t help but begin to let your eyes flutter shut, you catch someone's face appearing over you.

Their face is blurry, but you manage to notice a thick black line over their nose, blood stains down the bottom half of their face, and messy buns…

Is it the Cursed Womb?

——

*LATER*

Fuck come on not again!

At least you don’t feel as lost as the last time you passed out. This time the memories of what happened come rushing in. You remember getting mentally tortured by that damn curse, you got out, the gashes on your body weakened you, and before you passed out the Cursed Womb…was above you…

Wait now that you’re actually studying the ceiling you note that it’s different from where you were last time...is he?

You don’t make a sound and the only muscles you move are your eyes when you look to your left.

And just as you thought, there he is, the Cursed Womb sitting against the wall with his hands on his knees and an appalled look on his pale face—actually, he looks like he was crying. But that’s beside the point, the point is that he doesn’t notice that you’ve finally woken up, so you can try to make a quick escape.

But you are here, and you're not more hurt than you already are, so did he help you? He could’ve just left you there, but you’re here together now, so what does it mean? You have to know.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to explain yourself or I won’t hold back from ending your life,” you break the silence.

The guy's eyes snap over to you, and his face slowly loses its initial disbelief as he slowly gets up to his feet, making you sit up with your eyes never breaking away from him so he doesn’t try to pull one on you.

“I want to kill the man you call Suguru Geto,” he announces in a nonchalant voice, making it hard to know if he’s lying or telling the truth because weren’t they just working together? Just before you got trapped in that stupid domain?

“Am I supposed to believe you?” You spat and clench your hand into a fist. “You were just working with that man. You all were.”

The guy lowers his gaze. “He was lying,” he mutters. “He lied about who he was. I discovered that not so long ago. Which means that the man in your husband's body is my father,” he sneers and meets your gaze with a hardened look. “He's a despicable man I’m going to kill.”

His what?

Now you’re the one who looks absolutely aghast.

“What?” The guy probes as he sees your reaction.

“Your what now?” You ask with disbelief. “That man is…your what?”

He narrows his gaze. “My father,” he grumbles.

You scoff and nod. “All right…it makes sense.” Oddly enough, because why wouldn’t it be his father? Today is already bad enough. Why wouldn't it get worse?

So what is fake Suguru’s technique? Body swapping? It explains why he can use Suguru’s technique.

“Well,” you breathe in and slowly look back at the guy. “All right.” You draw out a deep breath. “So you changed sides?” You retort.

“I suppose,” he answers coolly. “But only to kill Noritoshi Kamo.”

You gasp as you instantly recognize that name. It belongs to one of the most evilest sorcerers who lived 150 years ago. He’s a disgrace to the Kamo family. That’s this guy's father?

So this guy is a Kamo? You were right!

“That’s your father?” You mumble and look away as you come to a slow realization. “That’s who stole Suguru’s body. That’s who…” you trail off and frown at the ground.

“All right,” you breathe out and change the subject back to what it was before so you don’t think about how Manami and Toshihisa betrayed you and your family for that man. For someone who took Suguru’s body.

“So you changed sides. We want the same thing, to kill that guy, so you can get revenge and I can get my brother back.” You nod. “But,” you sigh. “That doesn’t explain why I’m here with you. What do you want with me?” You ask and look up at him with a pointed look to try and intimidate him into answering.

The guy watches you in silence for a moment, and slowly that hardened look falls. “I know you,” he says in a tone of voice that’s unlike before, you notice that it’s almost soft, but that’s not what makes you freeze, even if it’s nice to hear. You freeze because of what he says.

“You appeared to me before,” he continues. “Once.”

So is this Choso?

It is because he’s the only cursed womb you took time to study. He’s the one that opened his eyes.

“Choso,” you slowly recall the name you read on the tube he was trapped in last year, and see a small breath catch in his throat when he hears the sound of his name coming out of your lips.

“I remember you now,” you continue and can’t help but smile as if you’re old friends reuniting after a long time. “I didn’t recognize you before, but the last time I did see you, you were a fetus, or something like that, right?” You double-check. “That was you? Choso?”

He nods softly, and you grin and nod excitedly.

“It’s nice to see you, I’m y/n,” you immediately greet him as if you weren’t on opposing sides seconds ago, and make a rosy tint grow on his cheeks as he nods.

“I know,” he says.

Your smile softens and a warmth grows on your cheeks as your heart skips a beat before it all slowly falls. “I’m sorry,” you share in a softer voice and with an actual sincere look on your face.

Yet it’s not your face that makes Choso’s eyebrows furrow and his lips to slightly part, it’s your words. You hardly knew him, and you were apologizing for something.

“I couldn’t do what I said to you then,” you continue. “I don’t think you heard, but I’m sorry I couldn’t take you or the others out. Did you know them?” You ask.

Choso exhales deeply and the corner of his lips twitch to a frown. “They’re my little brothers. They all are. All 8 of them.”

You scoff softly. “8?” You question with slight shock. You can barely handle your only brother.

“Well,” you sigh and offer him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry for that then,” you whisper and avert your gaze to stand up to your given height now that you’ve had time to collect yourself and heal your wounds. Again.

“Anyway,” you add and step closer towards him to the point you're inches away, so you can show off your gaze slowly narrowing to a threatening glare.

“Tell me, Choso,” you say in a colder voice that contrasts the warm one you were just using. “Do you still plan to kill Yuji Itadori? Because it doesn’t matter who you are, or the fact that we remember each other, if you still plan to kill him,” you lower your voice and catch his chest rise as he holds his breath—“I will kill you here and now.”

Choso quietly exhales as he holds your gaze without wavering his attention. “I don’t plan to kill Yuji anymore,” he shares with what you think is an honest tone. “We crossed paths, we fought.”

You clench your jaw and ready your fists.

“But,” Choso continues and never once looks away. “I did not kill him. He…” he pauses and blinks, whilst his eyebrows scrunch for a second. “He might be my brother from the same cruel man that left me and my brothers behind.”

Okay, what’s up with this man and his family? Is this some kind of family feud or what?

And as far as you know Itadori doesn’t have a cursed technique, he isn’t a cursed womb either, so how?

“All right,” you sigh and nod slowly with disbelief. “You’ve given me a lot in one go.” You laugh nervously and step back. “I mean I can’t judge you for fighting your brother, I fight with my brother. We fought. So I won’t judge, but…how?” You can’t help but ask.

Choso shrugs stiffly. “I don’t know. I’m not sure yet. I only just found out too. I’m still figuring it out.”

Well, that’s no help. You only have more questions, but well, there’s no point in waiting here for him to get his answers. You have your daughters to meet up with, friends to call, and Yuji Itadori to find before rescuing Satoru.

“Okay,” you breathe out deeply and turn away. “Well, even if I shouldn’t trust you, I will,” you assure him. “We want the same thing, to kill that man in Suguru’s body, so…” you pause and shrug. “We should work together,” you suggest.

Why? You imagine there’s a bunch of curses out there, there’s special grade curses who will kill you, and well it feels like the right thing to offer. Besides, you have the advantage of kind of knowing each other too. And furthermore, as long as he’s not killing your friends, your kids, and or Yuji, then why not offer him your help? You already did it before and you mean it now just as much as you meant it then.

“Plus,” you add to sway him more just in case. “My people will mistake you for an enemy if they see you wandering alone, so even if you’re strong, it won't bode well.” You turn and look at him with a tiny smile. “So what do you say? I can use the help.”

Choso’s chest falls and he doesn’t take long to give you his short response. “Fine.”

You smile wider and nod. “Great! But if you betray me I will kill you,” you warn him in a sweet voice.

“So you’ve said,” he quips.

You hold his gaze for a second with a stoic look before you giggle and turn to begin walking away from the station. “Well, come on, I need to go do something first and foremost.”

Footsteps don’t hesitate to follow behind you, so as to not walk alone you step back and fall by his side.

Choso glances at you, but you don’t return the look and instead dig your hand in your pocket to pull out the Worm curse who's been curled up in your pocket like a good boy.

“This day totally blows, worst birthday by far,” you try to spark a casual conversation as your Worm cursed Spirit unrolls and enlarges to his given size.

“Hug me,” the Worm cut in with two out of three words he knows.

“Hm,” you pretend to think about it and avert looking at Choso because you think that he might think it’s weird, just like everyone else does.

Does it change the way you answer? No, you just avoid looking at the man next to you.

“Of course,” you coo at the Worm and give him a gentle embrace before you wrap him around your shoulders. “Better?” You ask as he wraps his body as he deems comfortable.

The Worm doesn’t say anything of course, but it does nuzzle its head against your neck, making you smile and catch Choso’s stare this time.

And as if drawn to his eyes you look over and lock eyes. And to your surprise, he doesn’t look away like you thought he would. Nor does he look uncomfortable or disgusted by your bond with the worm curse.

“So,” you interject with a sweet voice. “Who gave you that body? I mean you were a fetus, so did you just, like, pop out.” You laugh at your own joke even if he doesn’t.

But you will make him laugh, you will.

“Mahito,” Choso says causally. “He gave me my body.”

You hum and tug on a flirty smile. “Well,” you say softly. “It’s nice.”

Choso is caught off guard that you’re actually sincere with your compliments and not using them as banter, but he still can’t help his breath from catching, or a warmth from melting away the coldness of his cheeks as your compliment sparks a warmth to grow on them.

“Thank you,” Choso answers slowly.

You flash him a wider smile and let your gaze linger on his for a moment before you look ahead and continue as you make your way through the station. “So do you have a phone?” You ask with hidden mischievousness. “Mine,” you sigh deeply. “Is dead.”

It’s at a full bar, you made sure to charge it before you left home. He doesn’t know that though, and regardless of everything else, he's still cute. And there’s time to kill before you find Nanako, Mimiko, and Itadori, so why not? No harm in putting your number in his phone.

“Oh, yeah,” he lets you know and digs in his pocket to pull out his unprotected phone and hand it to you.

“Thanks,” you say and offer him a tiny smile. “I just need to call my daughters.”

You turn his phone off and notice that everything looks almost untouched and brand new. And when you go to insert your number you see that he only has three contacts, which is kind of sad, but it also makes you smile because it’s kind of funny.

“You brought your daughters here?” He asks and you sense a judgemental tone which is funny considering he’s been so nonchalant and quiet.

“Uh, no,” you retort back sassily and shoot him a quick pointed glare. “Not by choice. I wasn’t home when I came here actually. I was out with my brother and my friends celebrating the fact that I am 28 today, so I wasn’t even with my daughters when I left. They kind of surprised me here…” you trail off as you finish with what you were doing to hand him back his phone and take yours out. “Thanks, now you can call me or text me,” you let him know.

Choso looks up at you and his eyebrows softly pinch together in slight confusion before they rise slightly as his face softens for a moment.

“Anyway,” you continue on and roll your head down to check the time on your screen; which reads 11:00 pm.

So you’ve spent most of your time passed the fuck out on a dirty floor. Great. Amazing!

You also see a bunch of missed calls, a few from Shoko, Nanami, and Larue.

“Again I didn’t want them here,” you explain yourself even if you really don’t have to. You just feel like you need to so you don’t feel judged. “I wanted them to leave, but,” you sigh. “When they were here they saw all these amazing people doing amazing things, so they want to be amazing too and how can I not let them? Think of it like this,” you add with enthusiasm as you shift your body to face him as you walk. “My kids are baby birds, okay?”

Choso blinks and slides his gaze to the corner of his eyes to watch you as you speak.

“I can tell them how to spread their wings, I can teach them to fly, but I can’t push them or fly for them. I can’t hold their hands, they have to jump by themselves you know? And yeah.” You nod. “They’ll fall off the tree a few times and tumble, they’ll get scared, but I comfort them and encourage them to try again. And even if I want to hold their hand now.” You draw in a deep shaky breath. “I don’t, I just hope that they learn from their mistakes and try again, so when the time comes they will be able to spread their wings, take that jump, and….”

“Fly on their own,” he finishes for you, making you slowly smile at him with admiration.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Exactly...you know no one I’ve told that analogy to has gotten it. But it makes sense that you do, you’re the older brother. Sometimes older siblings are like parents,” you say softly as you hold his rich brown eyes. “So I guess we have that parental instinct in common.”

Choso holds your gaze and the corner of his lips twitch upward before he hums softly.

You hum back and flash him a small smirk before you finally call Mimiko.

However, she doesn’t answer, so you go and call Nanako next. And she should answer, she always has her phone in her hand.

Nevertheless, she doesn’t answer either, which is strange, but you don’t worry, you just text one of them.

You to Mimiko: Are you two okay? I’m out of the domain, tell me where you’re at so we can meet up.

Now to call Nanami and check if he’s okay.

Neverthefuckingless, he doesn’t answer his damn phone either. Neither of the two times you call him.

You to Nanami: You called me? I was passed out, do you need help?

“Why is no one answering their damn phone,” you mumble and call Shoko now.

And luckily she answers her phone!

“Y/N? Where are you?” She sounds panicked. “Why did Nanami say you were dead?”

“What?” You gasp. “I'm not dead, I almost died thanks to the monster possessing Suguru’s body, but I'm okay, I just woke up from being unconscious,” you assure her. “I’m now with a friend trying to find Nanako and Mimiko before I meet up with Itadori.”

“I heard about Suguru,” she says in a whisper.

“It’s not him,” you correct her right away. “No matter what he’d never try to kill me, and he wouldn’t lock Satoru away either,” you defend him. “Someone is using his body for his technique, an old sorcerer called Noritoshi Kamo.”

Shoko is quiet for a moment before she shares a strained laugh. “I guess It makes sense. Today can’t get any worse. Oh by the way outside there’s curses everywhere, and Sukuna is out on a rampage.”

You scoff. “You say that so calmly,” you point it out and rub your eyes out of frustration. “Any kills?”

Please no, please no.

“I don’t know,” she says. “He’s out here destroying half of the city. So be careful all right?”

You huff. “Kinda have to be, I’ve healed myself twice now, first a wound to the throat and a snapped neck, and then cuts by an old curses domain. Any more and I’ll be running on fumes.”

“Well, be smart,” she says softly. “Satoru is sealed, and it’d suck to lose you on your birthday.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, but…” you sigh and frown. “If I do die before I get my brother back…tell Belinda or Larue, all right? They’ll know what to do,” your voice breaks as you think about your daughters. “And let Hakari and Kirara know too, keep an eye out for them. Yeah?”

Shoko sighs, “nothing is going to—”

“Ieiri,” you cut her off sharply to press your request now that everything has gotten worse. “Please.”

Your friend exhales deeply before she answers. “All right, but you’ll see your kids again. Trust me.”

You draw in a deep shaky breath and nod. “Yeah…and I’ll get my brother back, and I’ll kill that bastard in Suguru’s body, and go home, and sleep on my bed.” You laugh nervously. “And tomorrow we’ll make up for today's failure. We can blast music, dance all this out, and make apple cider to spike it with alcohol. My apple trees are in full bloom right now.”

“Quite a day planned there,” she says. “But it sounds good. I’m down.”

You hum with content and smile softly at your phone. “I’ll keep you up, all right? I’m going to find my girls, and then figure it out from there. Let me know if you need help.”

“I will,” she assures you. “Be careful. All of you.”

You hum as a response before you hang up and text one more person.

You to Yuki: Shibuya is falling to shit. Satoru is sealed. And someone took over Suguru’s dead body, we might need your help.

Hopefully, she’s around, or at least answers.

Until then you keep treading on through this lonely station.

“It’s kind of crazy to see Shibuya this lonely,” you interject. “There’s always people around.”

“Well they’re all dead so,” Choso says bluntly, making you snort.

Choso hears that and looks at you with a bit of shock that he managed to get that out of you without even trying.

“Yeah—oh look,” you abruptly change the subject to point down the hall you just turned into. “A vending machine. I’m starving.” You break into a jog and the moment you reach it you reach back and pull your debit card out of the Worm's mouth.

“Hey, do you want anything, Choso?” You ask and peer back. “Maybe like a dark chocolate bar?” You suggest loudly so he can hear you down the hall. “Dark chocolate is said to improve your blood flow, and considering you manipulate blood…” you trail off and get the bar regardless of his answer. “Now what do I want?” You talk to yourself and step back to scan the rows of snacks.

“I’d totally kill for some soba now,” you mention louder and tap your chin as you debate for a second until you finally decide on some chips.

Once you collect your items you turn and notice that Choso is a lot closer, so you throw him the chocolate bar you got him.

“Oh,” he says quietly when he swiftly catches the bar. “I’m okay.”

You open your bag and narrow your eyes. “How do you want to fight your father with no energy?” You don’t hesitate to retort. “It’s good brain food, and again good for your blood flow….trust me.” You smile at him. “Satoru taught me all this when I was a kid. We’re sorcerers, we need to feed off cursed energy, and…well there’s a lot that goes into it, but!” You exclaim proudly. “it’s good. It doesn't matter if you’re part curse.”

Choso holds your gaze for a lingering moment and draws out a deep breath before he hums.

You click your tongue and wink at him, making him swallow thickly before he focuses on opening what you got him.

“Oh my god!” You clap excitedly as something comes to mind, causing the man before you to snap his eye up at you.

“Choso,” you deepen your voice. “Soul of a curse, heart of a human, powers of a sorcerer!” You exclaim and pop a chip into your mouth as your smile widens.

Choso on the other hand watches you slightly confused, and completely taken aback by your comfort in him, and your comment that doesn’t sound at all insincere.

“It’s a movie reference,” you explain yourself as you note his silence. “I mean the character doesn’t have your name, but I thought the quote was fitting.”

He continues to be quiet so you add on nervously.

“It’s Blade. It’s a good movie.”

“Oh.”

You nod slowly and hum before you turn on your heels and continue walking ahead. Choso follows you of course and quietly eats what you got him as you eat too.

And once you’re done you check on your girl's locations since they don’t answer. “Okay great,” you fill the silence. “The girls aren't far. Let’s meet up with them and plan what to do next after that. Is that fine with you?” You ask and look over at him.

Choso meets your gaze and draws in a small breath as he parts his lips to answer.

However, just before he can share, suddenly the ground trembles violently, causing you to lose balance and fall to the side.

Luckily though, Choso is quick and catches you in his arms, letting you quickly grab onto him right away out of shock and to keep balanced.

“What the hell is happening out there?” You grumble.

“Sukuna is my theory, that’s what Jogo wanted,” Choso guessed correctly.

The ground stops shaking but rather than stepping out of Choso’s arms, you first peer back and part your lips to speak softly. “Thank you. Great catch.”

Choso looks at you, and your heart skips a beat, while he swallows thickly and raises his chest as he draws in deep breath, just like the last time you were this close.

“No problem,” he says quietly.

You smile at him and linger in his warmth for a second before you step away and fill him in on what you forgot to mention before. “It was Sukuna, I think. He’s out. I don’t know how but he is.”

Choso stays quiet, making you think he won’t answer, but he then speaks up. “Jogo probably fed him the fingers. That was a plan of his. So he got a hold of Yuji Itadori.”

You keep your eyes on him and probe. “How do you feel about that?”

Choso sighs deeply and shrugs stiffly. “I don’t quite know yet.”

You hum softly in comprehension and don’t push him to decide. Besides, it’s not like you can help him know whether he believes what he said about Itadori is true or not. And you also really don’t care what he decides is the truth or not either, all you care about is whether or not he keeps his word about not harming Itadori. As long as he doesn’t you will continue to be his ally.

“Well until you know, let’s go meet up with my daughters,” you interject and check your phone again for their location. “It says they’re not far,” you let him know. “My girls are just around the corner, come on.”

A/N- When they describe each other as each other's sun, then what? What does that mean?

Tagged- @deniseabad1928 @secondary-character-25 @starlightanyaaa @notsaelty @d4rno @moonnime @kodzukein @yozora7154 @heijihattorisgf @elegantweirdorchest

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 18.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

A long, disgruntled groan is the first thing to grace the father of your child's ears this morning. It stirs him awake, practically feeling your whine of annoyance shoot through him like wildfire.

With a groan himself, he courses his hand over his face groggily. The bed beside him is cold and empty. The bedroom is even emptier, just the television screen illuminating sharp colors reminding your boyfriend that he fell asleep last night before he could shut it off.

"Sweetheart?" he calls out, sitting up against the headboard with heavy, sleep laden limbs.

You hum back in acknowledgment, the annoyance clear in your tone.

You've had an attitude the past couple of days and Guk knows it's because you're nervous about going to the wedding tomorrow. Your muscles have been tense and your hormones are playing around with your anxiety.

Not even the late night massages he gives you can fix all of your stress.

Jeongguk waits a minute, tilting his head towards the doorway and when your or his dog doesn't appear, he frowns.

"Baby," he calls again, raising an eyebrow curiously.

Finally, he hears the sound of your feet gently padding towards the room and he looks expectantly at the doorway with a small smile.

You pop your head in, eyes alight with sad anger that he can't seem to place.

"What's the matter?" he inquires softly, trying to hold back a yawn that scratches at his throat.

"Nothing fits," you whisper softly, looking down at your perfectly polished toes.

"C'mere," your boyfriend beckons, opening his arms widely for you.

You step into your shared bedroom, adoring a blood red cocktail dress that stuns the father of your child silent.

"Ah- Wh- You look amazing," he breathes, cupping your face when you get close enough.

"Yeah, right!" you guffaw, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest as you climb in the bed.

"What do you mean it doesn't fit, you look beautiful," he murmurs in your ear, drifting his fingers over your back where fabric is lacking.

"I look all… puffy and bloated," you reply, closing your eyes.

"You're pregnant, that's what happens," Guk tries to reason.

When you lift your head giving him a sour look, he quickly swallows.

It's too early to be incurring your hormonal wrath. He's gonna play it safe and just say every right thing he should

"Well, we don't have to go tomorrow if you don't want to," your boyfriend suggests, combing hair back behind your ear.

"How could you even say that?!" you whine, folding your arms as you sit up.

Guk blinks up at you, realizing that nothing he's going to say will actually matter at this moment. So, taking a note from how his father used to treat his mother, he runs his hands over your arms in a soothing motion looking up at you with soft eyes. "What do you want then, baby?"

"To not be fat and to go there and show those two fucks that I'm way better off without them," you hiss, knitting your eyebrows together.

"You're not fat and you are better off without them," Guk breathes, combing his fingers through his hair.

As he lays there before you, curling his muscular arms upwards with his chiseled chest and stomach on display, suddenly your irritation seems to be dwindling away. There's a boyish charm to him now that his usually styled hair is down in his eyes.

When he notices how you stare down at him, his tongue runs slowly over his lower lip, stopping to play with his lip ring. He chuckles softly, watching your face slowly settle into something different altogether.

Releasing the tendrils of his hair, he cups your backside. With the rise of an eyebrow, he tilts his head. "What's going on in that pretty mind?"

"Eat my pussy," you whine, laying back.

He can only guffaw at your choice of words.

"Aren't you just full of eloquent words this morning," Guk chuckles, crawling over you.

"It'll make me feel better," you whine, roaming your fingers over his inked chest.

"Whatever you want, baby," he whispers, kissing down the thin skin of your neck.

Sitting in the garden of your incredibly large home, you watch as Guk runs around with Hawking trying to give him as much exercise as possible.

Jimin sits beside you, nursing a glass of wine as you both continue to watch the little show.

You're surprised you found such a fast friendship with this man. For someone who seemed incredibly judgy to begin with he really isn't like that. It seems that Taehyung is the one that has a profound effect on him.

The pretty boy didn't accompany his best friend today when he arrived and you suspect it has something to do with the angry words from the other day.

You didn't tell Guk but you heard everything. You know that Tae doesn't like you. You know he has a hard time accepting you and what happened and for once, you understand.

You wouldn't like yourself either if you were in his shoes, sometimes you're surprised that Jimin likes you as much as he does.

With a loud, thought breaking sigh, the pretty escort catches your attention.

When you turn to him, he's already looking at you.

"What're you thinking about? Your eyebrows are all knit together," Chim inquires, pressing his thumb to the space between your brows and wiggling your muscles free.

You continue to watch Guk, seeing him laugh and smile with his puppy with child-like happiness.

"I'm thinking about the other day, when Taehyung was here," you announce, leaning back into your comfy chair.

"Oh God," the escort beside you breathes, turning away from you almost out of embarrassment.

There's silence for a moment. You are seemingly still, watching the father of your child with little care and Jimin is simply lost in thought at what he should say next.

"You heard then? You heard the little fight?"

"The mansion echoes when it's mostly silent," you reply, combing your hands through your hair.

The pretty boy beside you finishes his glass of wine with one quick gulp and you tilt your head at his sudden nervousness.

"What's the matter?" you ask softly, turning your body to look at him.

"I'm sorry you had to hear Tae talking like that… he's…" he finds himself lost for words.

"He loves Guk," you announce, looking back over at your boyfriend.

"Well… Not really… Sort of… I-" Jimin stammers, running his now sweating hands over the knees of his pants.

With your eyes not focused on him, the escort beside you finds it easier to speak. There's something about the determination and sternness in your eyes that sometimes shakes him to his core.

"Me and Tae…," he begins softly, practically whispering in hopes that his words don't get carried away by the gentle wind, "have been in a relationship for a few years already and… we both find Guk handsome and were going to ask him if he wanted to be a part of our relationship before you but then y'know he fell in love and I'm really happy for him but Tae still maybe feels sour about it."

"I see," you mumble, turning back to the pretty boy.

He gives you an embarrassed smile, refilling his cup headily.

Now that you think about it, it makes perfect sense.

"You guys are cute together," you whisper, drifting your fingers over your stomach.

"Thanks," he murmurs into his glass.

When Jeongguk smiles over at you, seemingly done with the exercise, you can only return it happily.

"Please don't tell him," Chim begs, pulling on your hand, "we aren't ready to share it with many people yet."

His eyes are huge and wide with worry and something inside of you stirs with sadness.

"Don't worry Chim, that's not my secret to tell," you promise, gently putting your hand over his.

Taking a deep, calming breath, he nods gratefully.

"Dinner time for my babies, c'mon," Guk coos, caressing your cheek as he passes you by into the house.

Laying back in your large bathtub, your arms lazily steady themselves on the chilly marble on either side of you and you stare off through the window on your right.

To be able to relax your aching body is incredibly welcome but your heart still hammers voraciously at the thought of tomorrow's encounter.

While you no longer have that dark pit within you that practically pleaded for revenge, you still can feel where it grew and how easily it would take over you.

You were so bitter and vicious for so long that it just always seemed like you were that way forever. But now that it's gone, you find yourself lost sometimes when you really think about it.

It's almost as if you're building your personality up again from the beginning.

Who are you?

What do you want?

What are you like?

All you know is Guk is making you the person you always should have been.

As soon as you think of him, he appears with a glass of red wine in hand.

"Hey, sweetheart," he whispers, stripping off his clothes to join you in the tub.

He sighs gratefully at the perfectly warm water and you can only smile at his handsome face

"What?" he chuckles, spreading his legs wider when you decide to cross the distance and cuddle up against him.

You shake your head softly, pressing your cheek into his dry chest and he sips his glass of wine like this interaction is one that always happens.

Something about Guk that you admire is his acceptance of things. You haven't cuddled much in your large bathtub before but he makes it seem like you've been doing it for years. He doesn't need to go out of his way to make things comfortable -- they just are.

"I wanted to talk to you," he murmurs, coasting his fingertips over your bare back

Lifting your face, you can see confusion brewing deep within his coffee irises and you sit up accordingly to give him your undivided attention.

"I wanted to talk to you about… about my job," Jeongguk breathes, looking down at you with a soft smile.

You can only nod, not really sure where he's going with this.

"I don't…" he begins, stopping himself to coarse a wet hand over his face, "... feel comfortable bringing a baby into the world with the job I have."

His words lay thick on the air, swirling around the marble bathroom before gently falling onto the large bubbles in your bath.

"Okay," you reply, tilting your head to hear more.

"I think I should quit and try to find something else. I'm not very… good at other stuff if it doesn't include theoretical physics but I can try to find something."

You can see now that he's thought about this. Although his words aren't fully strung together confidently, he knows what he wants to do.

As your significant other, as the father of your child, you respect him a great deal more than any other and you begin to think about this as well.

There's no animosity within your thoughts, you only want to find the perfect solution.

You don't care if he would continue to be an escort but he certainly does care and that's all that matters.

"Do you want to finish your degree?" you inquire softly and he sighs deeply at the thought.

"I don't have the money or the time. You're pregnant now. You and the baby come first, you know that," he replies, combing his hair back.

"Money isn't an issue. It's our money. How far off were you from graduating?"

"A year," he announces, chugging his wife like water.

You tilt your head softly and your boyfriend only shakes his head as if to get rid of the thought.

"I couldn't possibly do it right now. I'm not ready to take on all of that and the baby. Plus we're gonna get married… it would be a lot."

"You could be a stay at home dad," you suggest, knowing he'll simply roll his eyes at the thought.

Which he does.

When you giggle, he smiles wider. Guk curls an arm around your waist, tugging you close to him playfully.

"Or you could work at the wine company."

"Would Namjoon be the boss of me?" the father of your child asks, cupping the warm water and draping it over your chilly skin.

"Probably," you whisper, closing your eyes.

Your boyfriend scrunches up his face, already displeased with the thought.

"Well, let me just think about it. For now I just know I want to quit being an escort," Guk breathes.

You can only nod understandingly, laying back to let the warm water cover your body.

No matter what Jeongguk wants to do, you're behind him one hundred percent.

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