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aphroditelovesu · 2 months

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The Lost Queen - XI

— summary: You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn’t understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren’t safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won’t let you go so easily.

— genre: yandere, dark!au.

— warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, possibly smut.

— pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader.

— word count: 2,268.

— tag list: @devils-blackrose, @faerykingdom, @hadesnewpersephone, @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 , @kadu-5607, @zoleea-exultant, @borntoexplore11-blog, @silmawensgarden.

— the lost queen series masterlist.

Chapter 11

In agitated and pulsating Babylon, life flowed incessantly, without pause for rest. Its inhabitants were driven by an inexhaustible energy, immersed in different activities that filled their days. Under a sky permeated with seduction, the city exuded an irresistible charm, conquering all who dared to cross its limits. And in the midst of this frenzy, the Hanging Gardens stood majestically, silent witnesses to the magnificence and beauty of the city.

The city's famous Hanging Gardens not only added beauty to the urban scenery, but also aroused admiration in everyone who looked at them. It was said that it was one of the Seven Wonders and that it should be worshiped.

The story of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon was even more fascinating.

A long time ago, in ancient Babylon, the powerful king Nebuchadnezzar II reigned. He ruled firmly, but also had a sensitive heart for the beauty and well-being of his people. However, his wife, Queen Amytis, felt a deep nostalgia for her homeland, the lush mountainous region of Persia, where gardens were abundant.

To gladden the queen's heart and create a grand gift, King Nebuchadnezzar II ordered the construction of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Built into a magnificent structure of raised terraces, these gardens were designed to recreate the exuberance and serenity of Persian gardens amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.

The architects and engineers worked tirelessly, bringing to life a true verdant paradise in the heart of Babylon. Using an intricate network of water channels and irrigation systems, they managed to flow water from the depths of the Euphrates River to the highest terraces, nourishing the exotic plants and leafy trees.

When the Hanging Gardens were finally completed, they became a breathtaking spectacle for all who beheld them. The terraces were adorned with a dazzling array of fragrant flowers, fruit trees and lush greenery, creating a haven of peace and beauty for their beloved Queen.

It was a beautiful city, with a rich and vivid history. It would be a shame if the city fell into the hands of the savage Macedonians. The Persians believed that if the city fell into enemy hands, then the entire Empire would be doomed.

Darius knew this, he was more aware that if something happened to the city, everything would be lost. His defeat in the last battle had already been crushing, he could not be defeated again.

The Persian King sighed, frustrated and sat down on the chair in front of the table full of maps. He poured some wine into his glass and drank it, rubbing his temples irritably. He would have to do something quickly about this or risk losing everything.

The tent flap was opened and Darius frowned when he saw his detestable relative, Bessus. The man smiled mischievously and approached his King.

"You look terrible." Bessus commented, as he took a seat in front of Darius and grabbed some wine for himself.

Darius didn't respond, just drank his wine.

One side of Bessus' mouth quirked up and he chuckled, "You look tense."

"I am tense." Darius grumbled, adjusting his posture. He could never show himself weak in front of this relative of his.

"I can see that," Bessus murmured, stroking his black beard, "Maybe you need some good news."

Darius looked up and looked at Bessus, curious.

"Ah, have I piqued your interest?" Bessus laughed.

"Say it at once."

Bessus placed the glass on the table and smiled like a predator, "Our friend, Alexander, recently got married."

Darius raised his eyebrow, clearly interested in where this conversation was going.

"A certain (Y/N), from what the spies told me."

(Y/N)? It was a different name, one he didn't remember ever hearing.

"And who would this be (Y/N)?" Darius asked, placing the glass on the table.

"Someone who can be useful to us." Bessus licked his lips, as if savoring the idea. Darius stopped himself from shuddering.

"And how could she be useful? She's just his wife."

"That's why, my King. She's his wife and from what I've heard, he seems to care a lot about her. I've heard rumors that he almost killed his own General because of her."

Darius thought. Maybe she could be of help after all. If Alexander really cared so much about her, there would be an advantage.

"And from what my spies are saying, she could be pregnant." Bessus said, rubbing his hands together.

"And what do you suggest I do with this information?"

Bessus laughed darkly, "Bring her to us, Darius. I have spies ready to infiltrate the Macedonian camp, one word from you and she will be brought to us."

Darius didn't like the idea of kidnapping a pregnant woman, but these were desperate times. He could not suffer another humiliating defeat to Alexander. These were war times, after all. And all is fair in war.

Darius nodded hesitantly, "Do it."

Bessus smiled widely and stood up, turning his back to Darius.

"Bessus," Darius called in a serious, lethal voice, "Don't hurt her."

Bessus nodded, "I won't."

As Bessus exited his tent, Darius sighed loudly. He wasn't sure what he had ordered, but he knew it was too late to reverse it. He could not show weakness in front of his soldiers. Not now.

He needed to relax and so he called a name, "Bagoas."

Darius didn't even blink when the eunuch appeared in front of him and began to remove his overcoat. He needed this to clear his mind about what he was about to do.

The women looked terrified.

You felt sorry for the Persian women, the captives. It was obvious what would happen to them and you felt sick to your stomach just thinking about their possible fate. Although Alexander had prohibited rape, it was inevitable.

You would have to talk to him about it. It was unacceptable and since you were the Queen, you would have something to say about it.

You watched the Persian royal family carefully. After Darius's defeat at the Battle of Issus, he left his mother, wife and daughters behind. You already knew this story and couldn't help but be curious as you watched the women.

You were next to Hephaestion and Alexander, who were also watching the women carefully. At least these wouldn't suffer a bad fate.

Not now, at least.

The oldest of the women, who you immediately recognized as Sisygambis, the mother of Darius, approached Hephaestion and fell at his feet, prostrating herself and begging for mercy.

You bit back a laugh when you saw how Hephaestion's eyes widened in surprise.

"Please, Grand King, I ask that you spare my granddaughters..." The woman muttered, as she still had her face lowered in her hands on the floor of the tent. Hephaestion muttered something under his breath and looked desperately at Alexander.

Sisygambis turned pale when she realized her mistake, fearing that she had offended the King by mistaking him for a mere general.

Alexander decided to say something, "Don't worry, mother. He's also Alexander."

You held back a laugh when you heard the well-known words of Alexander the Great. It was like watching a movie in first person.

Alexander turned to you, "And here is my wife and Queen, (Y/N)."

You blushed a little at being called that. It was still strange and you were sure it would take a while to get used to being called that.

Straightening your posture, you smiled gently at the women, who watched you carefully. With a calm and serene tone of voice, you greeted them, ''It's a pleasure and an honor to meet you.''

Sisygambis smiled and nodded at her granddaughters, who bowed at you.

You waved your hands, "No, no. Don't worry about it, it's not necessary."

They seemed a little disoriented and confused, but they respected your request. Alexander seemed satisfied and began talking to the women.

You didn't pay much attention when you felt a wave of nausea. You bottled it up and held firm, but you knew full well what that could mean.

After your wedding night a few weeks ago, you continued to share a bed with Alexander a few times and, obviously, there were no contraceptives available and a very high chance of you being pregnant was plaguing you.

You didn't know what you were supposed to think about this. Having children had never been a goal of yours, sure, you had thought about it before, but the idea of actually expecting was scary.

You considered yourself too young to be a mother and the current scenario definitely didn't help. By the gods, you were more than two thousand years in the past, married to one of the greatest conquerors in history and possibly pregnant.

It all seemed like a very bad joke.

And there are still conflicts to be resolved. Cleitus had recovered well and an understanding between him and Alexander was made, it seems, the General forgave Alexander for trying to kill him and everything would return to normal between them. There was tension between the generals over this, but it seemed like everything would be fine.

Thanks to Hephaestion's diplomatic skills.

And there was the matter of Perdiccas.

You sighed just thinking about him. You hadn't spoken in weeks, he seemed determined to ignore you and you'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt you. You had felt something for him, but it seemed to become less and less the further away you were.

You missed him. He was one of the first, no, the first to be kind to you and someone you thought could become a friend, an ally.

But now he avoided you like the Devil avoided the Cross. When you were forced to be in the same room, he would remain silent and avoid your eyes. And when you spoke to him, he only spoke short, sharp words.

There was no longer that warmth, that kindness that you shared before.

You missed him. A lot.

But that was his choice and you would have to live with it. If he wanted to pretend that nothing ever happened between you, that you were mere acquaintances, you would do it. He could be stubborn, but you were more so.

And you couldn't put yourself at risk, not now when there was a chance you could be pregnant. This was for yourself and for this possible child.

You closed your eyes and pressed your hand over your stomach. Fearing for the uncertain future.

Perdiccas knew this was treason.

He was very aware that what he was doing could lead to him being sentenced to death. He knew it but he didn't care.

It was a crime of treason, a serious betrayal against his King, against his childhood friend and his beloved Macedonia.

But he didn't care. Something inside him just exploded on your wedding day and he knew there was nothing he could do to destroy that uncomfortable feeling.

He was jealous and angry. Jealous that Alexander had you in every way and angry with you and himself. Anger at you because you didn't choose to run away with him and at himself for not insisting.

But he was hurt, feeling betrayed. Perdiccas thought you liked him, maybe you could even be falling in love with him, but you chose Alexander over him.

And he hated you for it.

He loved you, Perdiccas knew he loved you. You awakened feelings he had never felt before for anyone and he wanted you. He wanted you just for himself, he wanted to be able to love you and adore you like the Queen you were.

You could have been happy together, just the two of you and with children in the future. Perdiccas could envision a happy future with you. You playing with his children while he watched.

You could have had a life next to each other.

But you chose to throw it all away and Perdiccas wouldn't allow it.

You would be his, one way or another.

These words repeated in the General's mind as he stealthily approached your tent with Persian spies at his side.

The camp was dark and strangely silent. Even the swashbuckling soldiers were silent.

Alexander would not share his tent today, he had much work to do with Hephaestion and Ptolemy.

It would be the perfect opportunity.

He waved his hand and the spies quickly knocked out two guards who were assigned to protect you.

Perdiccas was sure you would be asleep at this time. With silent steps, he lifted the flap of the tent and entered it, moving silently inside to where your cot was located.

He smiled like a fool in love when he saw you, asleep. You were covered by a thin blanket and your sleep seemed restless. He looked at the Persian spies and nodded.

It was now.

One of the spies approached you with a piece of fabric in his hand that had some kind of poison on it that would keep you asleep for as long as necessary.

When the cloth was placed under your nose, you woke up with a start and tried to scream, but the spy covered your mouth and pressed the cloth harder against your nose. Eventually, you stopped struggling and your eyes grew heavy, until they closed.

Perdiccas approached you and picked you up carefully. He smiled widely when he glimpsed your beauty.

Now was the time to finally have you for himself.

— lady l: WE'RE BACK, BABY! I know it took me a while to get back to this fanfic and I apologize for that. But we're back and the updates will continue as before! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and… Well, what happens now? I leave the doubt in the air… See you soon!

#the lost queen #tlq #yandere history #history #yandere historical characters #yandere alexander the great #yandere alexander the great x reader #alexander the great x reader #fanfic #long fanfic #yandere au

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campingsilence · 1 year

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#camping in the snow #bushcraft #relaxing camping #camping food #bushcraft in the snow #camping in heavy snow #simple residence construction #sound of snow #sleeping in the snow #survive in extreme cold #construction of a camp tent #soothing sound #making a natural fireplace #construction of mine in the soil #heavy snow #snow camping #short trip #Youtube

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capybaracorn · 3 months

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Satellite photos show Egypt building Gaza buffer zone as Rafah push looms

Despite its opposition to displacement of Palestinians, Cairo appears to be preparing for a scenario forced by Israel.

A satellite image shows the construction of a wall along the Egypt-Gaza border near Rafah on February 15, 2024 [Maxar Technologies/Handout via Reuters]

Egypt is building a fortified buffer zone near its border with the Gaza Strip as fears mount of an imminent Israeli ground invasion of the southern city of Rafah, which could displace hundreds of thousands of Palestinians across the frontier, according to satellite images and media reports.

Footage from the site in the Sinai desert and satellite photos show that an area that could offer basic shelter to tens of thousands of Palestinians is being constructed with concrete walls being set up on the Egyptian side of the Rafah crossing, the only non-Israeli-controlled crossing to and from Gaza.

The new compound is part of contingency plans if large numbers of Palestinians manage to cross into Egypt and could accommodate more than 100,000 people, The Wall Street Journal reported on Thursday, citing Egyptian officials.

It is surrounded by concrete walls and far from any Egyptian settlements. Large numbers of tents have been delivered to the site, the report said.

Videos taken by the United Kingdom-based Sinai Foundation for Human Rights show trucks and bulldozers clearing debris from a plot of land of about 8sq miles (21sq km), according to The Washington Post, which obtained satellite images that show 2sq miles (5sq km) was cleared between February 6 and Wednesday.

Mohamed Abdelfadil Shousha, the governor of North Sinai, the Egyptian governorate that borders Gaza and Israel, has reportedly denied that Egypt is building a refugee camp along the border in case of an exodus by Palestinians forced by the Israeli military.

The Sinai Foundation, an activist organisation that has a monitoring team in northern Sinai, said in a report this week that the gated area will be surrounded by 7-metre-high (23ft-high) cement walls.

Israel has said it wants to take over the Philadelphi Corridor, the fortified border area between Gaza and Egypt, to secure it. Egypt has threatened that this would jeopardise the peace treaty the two countries signed four decades ago.

Cairo has emphasised that it does not want Palestinians to be displaced from their land by Israel, comparing such a scenario to the 1948 Nakba, the forced displacement of about 750,000 Palestinians from their homes in the war that led to Israel’s creation.

Tel Aviv’s insistence on going ahead with its planned attack on Rafah despite international pressure has been unshaken even though the area is where 1.4 million Palestinians are living, the vast majority of whom have been forcibly displaced – some multiple times – by Israeli bombardments and ground operations.

Palestinians displaced to Rafah are suffering from a lack of sufficient shelter, food, water and medicine, and the United Nations and human rights groups have warned that the humanitarian disaster in the besieged enclave is rapidly worsening.

Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has ordered the army to work on a plan of evacuation for more than half of the 2.3 million people of the Gaza Strip who are now crammed into Rafah, but has provided no detailed steps.

He has suggested Palestinians could be sent to areas north of Rafah that the Israeli military has already cleared through a ground invasion backed by bombings.

Avi Dichter, Israel’s minister of agriculture and rural development, has suggested areas west of Rafah and the bombed al-Mawasi refugee camp near the Mediterranean coast, where many are already sheltering.

A satellite image shows new construction and earth grading along the Egypt-Gaza border near Rafah on February 10, 2024 [Maxar Technologies/Handout via Reuters]

The United States and a number of other key allies of Israel have said they oppose a ground assault on Rafah, some warning it would be “catastrophic”.

US President Joe Biden “has been clear that we do not support the forced displacement of Palestinians from Gaza”, the Reuters news agency quoted a US Department of State spokesperson as saying on Friday. “The US is not funding camps in Egypt for displaced Palestinians.”

Israel on Wednesday pulled out of US- and Arab-mediated talks with Hamas because it said the Palestinian armed group has had “ludicrous demands” that have included Israel’s withdrawal from Gaza.

Netanyahu and the Israeli war cabinet have continued to push for “total victory” with the prime minister calling Rafah the “last bastion” of Hamas.

For weeks, the fiercest fighting in the Gaza Strip has been taking place in Khan Younis, also located in southern Gaza, with the Israeli military claiming its attacks are aimed at destroying Hamas battalions in the area.

Using shelling, sniper fire and drones, the Israeli army has also for weeks been laying siege to Nasser Hospital, the largest medical facility in the area, which has hundreds of patients and staff and has been a shelter for thousands of displaced Palestinians.

Dr Nahed Abu Taima, the hospital’s director, told Al Jazeera on Friday that Israeli forces were rounding up patients and civilians and had cut off electricity to the medical complex.

“We stand helpless, unable to provide any form of medical assistance to the patients inside the hospital or the victims flooding into the hospital every single minute,” he said.

Israel’s attacks on Gaza have killed at least 28,775 Palestinians and wounded 68,552 since October 7, according to the Ministry of Health in Gaza. Several thousand more are missing, presumably buried under rubble.

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luveline · 11 months

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Jadeee! I had a thought reading the last zombie au story, with r taking a bath in the cold water and she was super chilly maybe she gets a tad sick (maybe just some sniffles or a stuffy nose) and Robin and Steve kind of go overboard to take care of her? (And cuddles with Robin's new cat!!)

thank you for your request angel, hope this is ok. steve zombie au —steve and robin take look after you when you get sick. fem!reader, 2k

There are better places to feel shitty. You're the kind of sick that could get dangerous —hypothermia, maybe pneumonia, you got too cold after a cold wash in the river outside of camp and didn't warm up the right way— and it would be a thousand times easier in a building with central heating. But at least you're not in a tarp anymore.

You, Steve and Robin share a real tent. It zippers closed and doesn't have any mesh, so heat brought inside of it doesn't ebb away immediately, like it had in the poorly constructed tarp tent. You pull your second blanket over your body and try to seem casually tired rather than sickbed exhausted as their footsteps return.

"Hey, killer," Robin says as soon as she sees you, ducking under the tent's opening, a box in her hands. "You're finally awake. Since when do you sleep in?"

"I'm tired from the girl's trip."

"That was nearly a week ago," Robin says.

"And yet you're still reaping the benefits," Steve says to her dryly as he follows her inside of the tent. He gets on his knees and crawls to your side. "Hello," he says, kissing your cheek. "Good morning."

"Hey."

He frowns at you. "Why do you sound like that?"

"What? I just woke up," you say.

Steve clearly doesn't believe you, and he's right not to. Sick of being a burden on him, you've stopped telling him about your aches and pains, your injuries, your worries. He absolutely hates it but no amount of begging has changed your mind. You're not interested in being his weight to carry. Love, sure, but there's no reason he should be so intrinsically responsible for your wellbeing. Or at least that's how you feel right now.

"Sarah's given Robin a present," he says, his eyes narrowed at you. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. What did you get, Robs?"

Robin slides the lid off of the box eagerly to show you the contents. "It's a baby grow, only Sarah's cut off the arms and legs and sewed the hems. I'm going to put it on Stinkyboy."

"I thought his name was Shark?" you ask.

"Or something as stupendously stupid," Steve mutters. He smells like woodsmoke. "Are you sure you're okay? You don't look okay." He rubs under your eye with his thumb. "You're all puffy."

"I don't think you can speak to her like that, Steve," Robin says.

Her deadpan delivery makes you laugh, and it's a perfect segue to new conversation and away from your unokay-ness. "Are you and Sarah, like… you know?"

Robin looks at you for a second. "Like what?"

"Romantic?" you whisper.

"Oh, no. She's my new Steve, I'm replacing him."

"Can't you replace him with me?" you ask.

Steve puts his hand on your forehead. "You're warm. You're warm, shithead, are you sick?"

"No?" You frown as his hand moves to the back of your neck. You're not warm there, you're a furnace.

"You're actually sick?" he asks, frowning down at you. "What, were you just not gonna say anything?"

"It's not that bad," you mumble.

Robin and Steve make simultaneous sounds of disbelief. "You really weren't gonna say anything?" Robin asks.

They talk so quickly.

"I don't know for sure if I'm sick, and neither do you guys, don't worry so much." You sit up to get away from Steve's overly cautious hands, black spots behind your eyes and a shooting pain at the back of your head. "Ew," you say, bringing your hand to your eyes, "Maybe I'm sick."

Steve puts his arm behind your shoulders. "Dummy," he says, rubbing your arm.

"What he said." Robin stands up. "I'm gonna go track down some breakfast for little miss secretive. I'll be back. Don't let her die."

"I'll try not to," Steve says.

When Robin's gone, Steve gets nicer. Which isn't to say he's mean when she's around, of course he isn't, but he's polite enough to spare her the full reality of his affection for you, and maybe slightly shy about it. He gathers you into his chest and rubs his cheek against your crown. "You're so warm, honey. I'm not fucking around, you have to tell me when you're not okay."

"You can't do anything about it, Steve, just a flu."

"Where would you have caught the flu?"

"I mean, I must've got it from the cold. It's a cold, that's all it is."

"You sure?" he asks, his hand snaking under your shirt. He takes an unabashed handful of your stomach. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine, Steve."

It isn't without fondness, but it's said to be simple and straight. Steve tends to catastrophize —why wouldn't he? You can't be cut, you have to be bleeding out. You can't trip, you always fall flat on your face. You have the worst luck in the entire world (or, almost, getting bit would plant you firmly in the worst luck category). And Steve's the one who pays for it, every single time.

So you assure him as best as you can and describe your symptoms honestly. "My head hurts, and I feel like I'm on fire. My hands and my legs are really hot, but I don't feel sick. It's not food poisoning, and it probably isn't, like, influenza."

"I guessed that much."

"Oh, did you?" you murmur, turning in his arms to hug him back, and better. Steve gives the best hugs for you, but you know everything that he likes down to the placement of your pinky finger. You do your own skin-searching and slide your hands under his shirt, one palm roving over each bump of his spine to the midway point. His skin is smooth as velvet under your touch here, and noticeably colder. "Stevie," you say, still murmuring as you drag your fingertips down to the base of his back, "I love you. Don't worry, okay? I caught a chill from the river."

"I do worry," he murmurs back, nuzzling your temple with his scratchy cheek.

"I know, baby."

"It's hard to be the one in charge when you speak to me like that," he says.

"Who says you're in charge?"

You snuggle like fools until Robin insists you eat your breakfast outside in the cold, which you abhor but your feverish skin appreciates. Steve sits on one side of you and Robin on the other.

You know Robin likes you, but you think she must really love you, she's so worried. She doesn't say it, but she keeps glancing your way with a pinch between her eyebrows, and she asks you twice if your breakfast, a lukewarm soup she procured from the campfire, is hot enough. You lie each time, 'cos cold soup stopped bothering you a long time ago, and she's a sweetheart for caring.

Steve suggests a group reading, as in, he grabs a book and usually you'd read, but you're sick, and they both tell you it isn't your turn. Steve reads, practised by now, more confident with each page. He even tries to follow the dialogue tags, whispering and sighing when instructed.

You start to nod off. There are things you should all be doing, but none of you move. You can't report for washing duty, you can barely stand, and Steve refuses to go without you. Robin's supposed to take baby Ada for two hours. When Robin doesn't show up, one of the other members of the camp appears and makes her take her anyway.

"You should strike," you say, woozy on Steve's arm. Your fever is getting worse. The cold breeze helps some, but eventually Steve's gonna have to dunk you in the river.

"I should." She hugs the baby on her chest. "I don't even really like babies. Like, I'd die for her, but kids aren't my thing. At least, they weren't."

"She's quiet," Steve says.

"Why don't you hold her, Stevie?" you ask. He loves kids.

"I'm busy with my own baby."

You can't decide if it's funny or romantic. You fall asleep against his side and wake a few times throughout the evening, your face in his lap, his hand protective in your hair or against your ear. He wakes you at dusk, kissing a stripe down your cheek.

"Sorry," he says softly by your ear, "but I can't carry you."

"You would if you loved me," you tease, your eyes sticky and hard-pressed to open.

Steve helps you stand and takes more of your weight than necessary as you walk back to your tent. Robin's already inside sans baby Ada, and she has a surprise for you.

"Tada!" she says. "It's a pillow."

You rub your eyes with your fist. "Aw," you mumble, disoriented, "yis."

Steve laughs like you're the cutest thing on earth, and he helps you sit down. You're horrified that you actually need him to, almost slipping and smashing your head on the packed dirt ground as your leg buckles under your weight. Now that would've made you sick.

One fool on your left and another on the right, you rest your aching head on Robin's miraculous pillow and breathe a sigh of relief.

"Where did you get this?" you ask.

Robin taps the side of her nose. "Not saying."

You huff at being out of the know but are ultimately too tired to pioneer for your right to know —you nod off a minute later, and vaguely recollect the sound of the tent zipper.

Much later, you wake to whispers.

"He has fleas, Robin," Steve says.

A weight lands on your legs. "He doesn't anymore! And fleas don't live on people."

"But they bite. And they have diseases! Stinkyboy can't stay in here."

"Stinkyboy has just as much right to shelter as you do."

"No, he doesn't. Not if he's going to give bubonic plague to the love of my life."

You try to wake up properly. All you manage is a weak sound and a leg twitch. There's a sharp and sudden silence, disrupted only by a thwacking of skin on skin.

"Did you just hit me?" Robin whispers furiously.

"No! You tried to hit me, I was defending myself!"

"You're so done. I'm taking Stinkyboy and Y/N in the divorce."

"Idiot! Shut up, you'll wake her up. She needs to sleep to get better."

"You're the idiot, idiot. Isn't that right, Stinky? Isn't Uncle Steve just the worst?"

After a night of tossing and turning, you finally wake at daybreak. You're confused at first when you can't see Steve, until you realise he's pulled your head into his lap again, stroking the skin before your hairline. It tickles.

"I still feel awful," you say hoarsely.

"I don't think you'll recover after just one day," Steve whispers back. Robin sleeps beside you, a blanket wrapped bundle of cat at her feet.

"You let her let the cat in?" you ask.

"We actually argued about it at length." Steve's fingertips draw a heart over your temple. "She swears that flea ointment stuff worked, but I found a flea on my sock. I'm furious."

"You sound it."

"Don't worry. She has to de-flea everything, we made a contract."

"Well," you say. "It's a big tent."

It most certainly isn't. If Stinkyboy was as rife with fleas as he was when he first came along Steve would've put his foot down and so would’ve you rather than let him stay, but he only has a few stubborn ones hanging around, and Steve feels really sorry for the poor cat. Imagine how lonely he must have been, he'd said, and then coughed, like sympathy was something to be embarrassed of.

You feel very sorry for the cat, but you absolutely don't want fleas. You ask Steve to help you go down to the river so you can change your clothes and wash the ones you'd been wearing. You're still too sick to do a good job, but Steve sits half behind you and helps your aching arms scrub the fabric against the makeshift washer (corrugated metal from a shed roof).

Being sick isn't so bad when you have that much love at your back, metaphorically and physically. You lean all of your weight on him and sigh.

"Love you," you say.

"Love you," he says back. He holds your wet hands in his. "Now let's go and warm you back up, loser. You're just dying to get hypothermia."

"It's in season."

"Funny."

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tqmies · 2 years

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REEL | Lee Jeno

Description. The annual camping trip that your friend group held every year was rapidly approaching. Jeno, dateless, enlists your help in catching him a date. If only it were that simple, but unfortunately, nothing is ever that simple.

Pairings. Lee Jeno x Female Reader (Slight Sungchan x Reader)

Genre. Romance, Smut, Comedy

Warnings. Curses, Sexual jokes, Drinking, Unprotected Sex (Always wrap it before you tap it!) , Oral (F. and M. Receiving), Semi-public, Creampie.

Word count. 10K

Note: MINORS DNI! It makes me uncomfortable. Also this is my first time posting smut on this blog :) Please let me know how you all feel about it. PLEASE leave feedback I’m really nervous about this one hehe. Ok ok, enjoy!!

“IT’S ALL JUST A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT.” Were the first words that floated through the air.

“I agree, but the rest of us have already completed that right of passage.”

“Haechan goes through them like Pokemon cards.”

You walk into the scene, bewildered by what the boys are discussing. “Please don’t tell me you’re talking about virginity.” You gag.

“Pftt, virginity? Like Jeno can even get a girlfriend.” Jaemin responds, jabbing his finger towards the aforementioned boy.

So that’s what this was about? This was always a popular topic of conversation with you guys. What could you say, he was an easy target.

Your friend, Lee Jeno, has had yet to have his first girlfriend. Now this isn’t a big deal, but seeing as he was friends with boys who have had at least nine girlfriends before, it definitely made him stand out.

“Look I just don’t get why it’s a big deal.” Jeno reconciles.

“You don’t get a lot of things. Like girlfriends.” Haechan says causing Mark to snicker.

“Leave him alone.” You say, “Not everyone want’s to date half our town like you did.”

“Oh she got your ass!” Jaemin giggles.

“Shut up, you dated the other half.”

This throws Chenle into a fit of laughter, “You gonna let her talk to you like that? Personally if it was me-”

“Your girlfriend treats your dog better than you.” You warn.

Chenle stops in his tracks as his jaw drops, he scoffs as he pretends to be hurt by your comment.

“Damn, you’re out for blood today.” The group laughs again.

“Oh no, she always gets like this when it comes to her little Jeno-weno.” Haechan teases, using a nickname that you hadn't called Jeno since you were kids.

You push him away as you scrunch your nose, “You guy’s are so annoying.”

“Yeah, yeah, you love us.”

The boys delve into another conversation as you continue to think about the previous one.

I mean, you had wondered about it for a long time. Why didn’t Jeno have a girlfriend? He surely had the looks, not to mention how sweet the boy was. Though, you just chalked it up to him not being interested. He did just brush off every girl who tried to make advances. Maybe he wasn’t looking for anything.

You knew he pulled, he had his secret little hook-ups now and then, but he never was one to commit. The boys liked to deduce that it was the girls who just didn’t want to date Jeno, but you digress.

Your attention is drawn back to the conversation when Jaemin mentions something about the camping trip that was approaching. It was a little trip you guys had planned every year, and for the past two it had been a success. Though, Jaemin being Jaemin, wanted to switch things up a bit.

“A couple’s camping trip?!” Mark had asked in disbelief.

“Yeah think about it! Everyone comes in a pair, we share tents, and play games, and maybe even get some action.” Jaemin responds, wiggling his brows at the suggestive comment.

“Gross, I’m not interested in hearing Haechan and his ‘girl of the week’ doing it in some tent.” You add on, because let’s be honest, his girls were rarely ever quiet. He was rarely ever quiet.

“Why? You jealous? You know, all you have to do is ask.” He says, leaning closer to you as you put your palm to his face. Jeno looks at you two warily.

“In your dreams.” You state, removing your hand in disgust as he licks it. Punching him in the shoulder as you yell at how gross he is.

“She has a point though,” Renjun speaks up. “I’m not interested in having my tent next to Jaemin and that chick.”

“That chick has a name!” The aforementioned replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Not like we would know, you keep her locked up.” Chenle interjects.

“Rightfully so! She’d run for the hills if she knew you guys.”

“Yeah like you’re any better.”

This starts another little spurt of endless bickering as you roll your eyes.

“I just think it’s be weird, you know? To introduce like six new people to our group at once?” Mark comments, you and Renjun nodding your heads in agreement.

“Also it’s gonna be hard to find someone who’s down to go camping in the middle of the woods with a bunch of strangers.” You reason.

“Awe, scared you’re not going to find anyone?” Haechan smirks, the facial expression seeming to be permanently etched across his face.

“I’m more worried about Jeno over there.” You snicker, noticing the boy had been quiet.

“You too?” He groans, throwing his head back in defeat.

You just laugh, sure you’d always defend him. But you were definitely not above poking fun at Jeno every now and then.

After finishing your lunch and bidding the boys goodbye, you’re walking away when you hear your voice being called.

You turn to see Jeno following behind you as he makes it to your side. “Come to walk me to class?”

“Yes..” He starts. “and no.”

“Uh oh, what do you want?”

“Why do you assume I want something?”

“You always do,” You shrug. “That’s just how you are Lee.”

He frowns, “I need a favor.”

“No I won’t be your camp date.”

“Damn! Why not?” He pleads, he was so sure you’d agree. And he wasn’t too far off.

Sure, you’d love nothing more than to be cooped up in a tent with your hot friend, but that’d be crossing too many boundaries. So as nice as it sounded, you had to refuse.

“It’d be too weird.”

“How?”

“Cause we’re friends.”

“Geez, I’m not asking you to sleep with me. I’m just asking to share a tent and maybe like, I don’t know, sit by me? We sleep in the same room all the time.”

“And you just assume I don’t have someone I plan on bringing?” You ask, sporting a smirk.

“You do?”

Of course you don’t. Truth be told, you were so busy that you hadn’t dipped your foot in the dating waters for months. The only boys you ever even talked to were the ones in your friend group.

Though, you were nothing short of options. Surely you could pull some random boy along with you, just for the trip. One Instagram post and your direct messages would be flooded.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out.”

He just scoffs at your response before looking away, “What about Yoo Jimin?”

“What?”

“I should ask her to be my camp date.”

“There’s no way in hell! Yoo Jimin only goes for older guys. Like graduated guys.” You explain, opening the door to enter your classes building.

“What? Really?”

“Yes, you’re telling me you really didn’t know that?”

“No.. I mean, I just thought maybe she wasn’t interested in any guys here.”

“Geez Jeno, you really know nothing about girls.”

“All you guys do is make fun of me! What about actually helping me?!” He explains, stomping his feet like a child.

“Yeah, nothing could help you out there.” You sigh.

“Please help me! I’m begging!”

“What?!” You raise a brow.

“Help me get a date!”

“Why should I spend my precious time helping you?” You tease, knowing you didn't have much else to do.

“Please?!” He begs, and you, with your horrible inability to resist, give in.

You tell him to meet you at his place after your last class of the day. Having no idea what was in store for you. And just like you said, you were at his place right on time.

Flopping onto his bed, you scroll through your phone as Jeno stares at you from his desk chair.

“What?” You say, placing your phone down as you raise a brow.

“I thought you were gonna help!” He whines, turning around in his swivel chair.

“I am helping!” You defend. “I’m…I’m scoping Instagram for potential dates!”

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“Whatever,” You sign, turning your phone towards him.“Look, shes really pretty. She goes to our university too. Why don’t you try and message her.”

Jeno looks very caught off guard, “That’s Yiren.”

“Ok? She seems cool, she likes to travel, and she’s pretty!” You say, scrounging her profile intently.

“Looks aren’t everything.”

“Did you not hear everything I said before that?” You groan. “At least try.”

He nods, picking up his own phone and typing in her username. Going quiet for a couple minutes, he finally puts his phone down. “Okay, I messaged her.”

You squeal, “Now we wait!”

He just smiles, “Wanna order some food?”

“I thought you��d never ask! I’ll pick a movie?”

And so, after picking the scariest movie you could find, (And the heaviest blankets), you settle into the couch with your takeout box.

You two are engrossed in the film, when Jeno’s phone loudly dings.

Shuffling to sit up, you smile, “Is that her?”

The smile fades from your face as you read the message.

@_WangYerin: Ew...

You look dejectedly at Jeno.

“Yeah no, this is not gonna work.” He opens his mouth to speak again.

You interrupt him. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea. I’m sure we can find you one girl in time.”

“Jeno.”

“Yeah?”

“What the hell are you wearing?”

He looks down to his outfit, raising his brows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Jeno, I don’t even know where to begin..” You pause, your eyes drawing over his clothing.

He was donned head to toe in fishing gear. Loose cargo shorts and a floral printed shirt. Completed with the floppy hat and reel. He looked like a tourist.

This was truly ridiculous. He was standing in your living room, dressed like he was in some swamp marsh in Florida. (Even then, he’d still be overdressed.)

“There’s plenty of fish in the sea.” He references, wiggling his brows at you. Gesturing to his outfit, “Chicks dig this right?”

“What?!” You exclaim, your face donned with confusion. Is that what he thought girls liked? It took everything in you not to burst out laughing.

“I’m starting to think..” He trails, “That’s not what you meant.”

“You’re hopeless.” You announce, resting your palm against your chin.

How were you going to fix this? Not to mention that you only had about two weeks to do it. “Ignoring the poor choice of outfit, let’s talk about something else.”

He just nods as you scrounge your brain, “So as you know, you don’t have the best reputation preceding woman..”

“What do you mean? I love woman!” He proclaims, as if he couldn’t believe what you were getting at.

You sigh, “If only they loved you.”

He scoffs before rolling his sleeves up, “Look at these bad boys. The ladies can’t resist.”

You swear your eyes could roll of your head. “Be real Jeno, it takes more than some muscles to get a girlfriend.”

“Damn.” Is all he says as he pulls his sleeves down. Trying to ignore your judging eyes.

“I’m starting to think this is damn near impossible.” You speak.

“You’ve barely even helped yet!”

“And I’m already failing!”

Looking around your apartment, you feel as if a light bulb went off in your head. “We’re not going to get anything done in here. We need to be outside, scouting you some girls!”

And with that, you grab his wrist and drag him out through the front door. Pointing at the keys in his pocket, “You drive, its the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Yeah okay,” He scoffs, “You’re just lazy.”

He unlocks his car and you pile in, relieved to be in the passengers seat for once. “I could get used to this.” You speak, reclining your seat.

“Oh I didn’t know they could go back that far.” He says, genuine amazement donning his face. You cringe at his words.

“Are you kidding?” You laugh. “Don’t let Haechan hear you say that.”

“He already knows I get no action. I’m sure he won’t be surprised.” He grumbles.

“Okay, here’s another tip.” You announce, sitting up. “You need to have more confidence.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I don’t.”

“No I know, but girls love men who seem sure of themselves, you know? They don’t want someone who’s muddling around proclaiming they have no game.”

He takes you in your words but shakes his head, “I don’t know..”

“C’mon Jeno,” You say, turning to meet his eyes. “You’re young, you’re hot, you work out! And you’re super sweet. Not to mention you’re like crazy smart,”

You continue on rambling as you fail to notice Jeno’s growing smirk. He was going to relish in every compliment that fell from your tongue. And surely tease you about it later.

You only stopped when you notice how quiet he got.

“Hello? Earth to Jeno?”

“I’m here,” He responds with a smile.

“You’re so annoying.” You roll your eyes.

“Where to?” He speaks, ignoring your comment.

“The park! The one by campus. There’s always tons of people just hanging out there.” You proclaim.

You always took note of the various groups that were there at all times of day. Studying or having a picnic, but you were sure you were going to run into at least one group of girls. And if they had any sense, they would eat Jeno up.

As the sun starts to set on your day though, you realize they were definitely not eating Jeno up. In fact, every time Jeno approached a girl, they seemed to dodge it the other way. Half-assed excuses donning their lips, and that was if they were nice. Some of the girls just blatantly ignored him and continued on their way.

Yet, Jeno didn’t let up. He didn’t even seem the slightest bit discouraged.

Even as he got shot down by another girl. One claiming she ‘Wasn’t in the mood to get her heart broken.’

Though you digress, you knew that girl, she was in your Econ class. And if her on and off relationship with Choi Yeonjun was any indicator, she was just trying to save face. Or at least that’s what you told Jeno as you walked back to his car.

You knew what the girls thought about Jeno, likely that he was just trying to pick himself up a weekly girlfriend. They probably didn’t want anything to do with him. He had gained himself a reputation.

Many girls pegged him to be a heart breaker, seeing as he rejected any girl who asked him out. But that was nothing personal, he just didn’t want to be a in relationship then. He didn’t mean anything by it, and he certainly didn’t want to hurt the girls.

But not everyone is as understanding.

“Okay new plan,” You speak. “Neighboring university area!”

“Huh?”

“Dude, everyone here like runs when they see you. Lets go somewhere where no one knows you!”

“Okay but if they don’t know me.. how will I get them to come camping with me?!”

He makes a valid point.

You lean your head back into his seat and groan. Beating your brain, you decide to take a breather. “Lets go eat lunch, there we can converge a plan.”

“Why did you say that last part so weird?” He laughs. “Mad scientist vibes.”

“Shut up.” You retaliate, punching him in the arm. “Just for that, I get to pick where we eat.”

Shoving the roll into your mouth, you bask in the glorious taste. “This is so good.”

“Slow down there, you might choke.”

“Okay mom.”

He laughs at your comment and stares at the menu, trying to get his order ready by the time the waiter comes by.

“Jeno?” You hear, causing you to look up from the basket of bread you were admiring.

You’re met with a girl, probably around your age, smiling widely at Jeno.

“Sumin? Is that you?” He asks, returning a smile.

You look between the two of them confusedly. You were sure she didn’t go to your university. How did Jeno know her?

“Uh, This is Sumin. We met a couple years ago at camp.” He explains. Then going to introduce you to Sumin as his friend, to which you nod at, offering her a smile.

You suddenly reminded about when Jeno’s parents used to send him off to camp every summer back in high school. Rendering you to spend your summers full of Jaemin. You’re not sure why Jeno went anyways. Something about keeping him out of trouble. Though if there were girls as beautiful as Sumin there, you’re sure he got into more trouble.

As you let them talk, you notice Sumin seems to be leaning into Jeno a lot. That’s like a surefire sign of attraction.

Then a light bulb pops into your head. “Sumin, you two met at camp? You must like the outdoors and such then?” You interrupt.

“Oh yes!,” She smiles. “I loved sleeping under the stars, and kayaking! Oh, and the random games they used to make us play!”

‘Well,” You start, looking at Jeno. Hoping he knew where you were going with this. “We’re actually going camping with a couple of friends soon.”

“Oh, really?” She says nodding.

You look to Jenos face, hoping to gauge a reaction. He doesn’t look uncomfortable or anything, so now was your chance.

“We actually are looking for a couple more people. You should join us!”

The statement hangs in the air as she thinks, “Oh I don’t know, I can’t intrude!”

“No no, you wont be intruding! You can even share a tent with Jeno.” And you turn towards him, silently hoping he’d encourage her.

It seems he gets the hint. “Yeah, I don’t mind. It’ll be like old times.”

You smile. “Give her your number so she can ask about the details!”

Thank goodness you were here to help. He really did suck at this.

The two bid each other goodbye soon after, Sumin promising to text him later. You just grin widely at his success. “We found you a girl! And its only been a week!”

He just stays quiet. “Hooray for us.”

“Whats wrong?” You ask, finding his quietness odd.

“I don’t know, Sumin’s nice.”

“But..?”

“No but’s, shes nice.” And with that the waiter arrives. Leaving that to be pushed to the back of your mind as you focus on what you’re going to order.

The plan was a success. That much was sure. Especially when you went and showed all your friends pictures of Sumin. You spilling how she looked more stunning in real life, and how Jeno would be bringing the prettiest girl to the event.

To which prompted Haechan to object, “Whatever, wait till you see my date.”

“Who are you bringing?” Mark perks up, genuinely curious.

Haechan gestures towards you, throwing his arm over you shoulder. To which you aggressively shake off. “Nice try, find someone else.”

“Why? It’s not like you have anyone to bring.”

You stay quiet, smirking.

“You found someone?!” Haechan presses on. “Who is he?”

It’s a surprise, is what you say.

They roll their eyes at you, not believing your words for one second, even as you press on that its true.

Though you know truthfully, you have yet to find anyone. You were so wrapped up in your determination to get Jeno a date that you had forgotten to get your own. In fact, today had been weird that you hadn't been with Jeno the whole day. You liked spending time with him. But now the focus was on you.

You had time though, so it’s not like you were worried.

Jeno doesn’t know why, but hes dying to know who you’re bringing. He’s also relieved to see that you’re not falling into Haechan’s advances. But whoever you’re bringing could be undoubtedly worse, so he tries not to get his hopes up.

“Oh also, Jaemin mentioned to me that we need to go shopping for supplies soon.” Mark states, looking down to put his fork back into the salad he was eating.

“I’m down, just let me know when.” You nod, shopping with the boys was always fun anyways. Even if it meant spending two and a half hours in a Bass Pro Shop.

“Yeah well make sure you ask your date if he has any particular request for food.” Renjun speaks, taking his attention off his food for a second.

“I’ll do you one better, I’ll bring my date.”

Okay, maybe you shouldn't have said that. But what was with the boys and insinuating you didn’t have a date?

You were going to make them eat their words.

“Great, can’t wait to meet him.” Haechan smirks.

And just like you thought, it had come back to bite you.

Instead of having a week left, you now have to obtain a boy by this weekend. (And somehow drag him to a camping store with you.)

So, out of defenses, you hesitantly asked your co-worker Sungchan.

You two were friends, having grown accustomed to long shifts together and defending each other from the occasional shitty costumer. Plus, you’d much rather take him then some random guy you caught on Tinder or Instagram.

“Camping? Is it like a weekend thing or?”

You nod, hoping he’ll agree.

“You want me to spend two of my precious days off, in the middle of the woods? With a bunch of strangers, bugs, and canned food?”

Your shoulders deflate, pursing your mouth into a thin line. “Yes?”

“I’m down.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, sounds like an adventure.” He shrugs.

You clap excitedly, “My precious Sungchan, you also have to come to Bass Pro Shop with me.”

He groans, “Whatever, I already agreed.”

And he makes good on his promise, picking you up from your place and coming to the store.

Jaemins the only one there at the designated time, saying something about the others being on the way. So you just make small talk as the rest gradually arrive. Jaemins quick to fall into conversation with the other, which is a good sign.

Jeno and Haechan arrive together, the latter making a commotion of your date.

“So this is the one?” Haechan says, not-so-subtly scanning over Sungchan’s body.

“Quit checking him out!” You whine. Noting how Haechan was trying to feel up on Sungchans arms. Looking like he was about to snatch him for himself.

You weren’t dumb, you know Sungchan’s good looking, he’s never been shy about saying it either. And you can tell the boys were astounded he even showed, not to mention how undeniably attractive he was.

But you don’t expect him to get along with everyone so well. Thirty minutes in and he was already on Mark and Jaemin’s good side. The two aren’t particularly difficult to please, but you were surprised to see that he had won over Renjun and Chenle.

The rest of the boys got along with him fine, minus Jeno.

He was acting really weird about the whole thing. The least friendly to Sungchan, and just overall had a short fuse with him. He had probably sensed something off about him, which you found to be weird.

So in the middle of the fishing rod aisle,(You guys didn’t even need one), You pulled him aside from the rest of the group. Wanting to get down to the root of the problem, because you weren't the only one who had noticed. Jisung had even remarked how Jeno seemed to be in a bad mood, but he was talking to everyone else just fine, so it seemed Sungchan was the problem.

“Is everything ok?” You ask, eyes full of worry. “You’ve been shooting Sungchan dirty looks the whole time.”

He stays quiet, pretending to be interested in some product on the aisle end cap. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t act stupid Jeno.” You warn, “What’s wrong?”

“Just not a fan of him.” He shrugs, turning to walk back towards the group.

You just shake it off, it wasn’t you problem. Jeno was your friend yes, but if he was going to act indifferent about this, then so be it. You had your own things to worry about.

Going back to Sungchan’s side, you tap his shoulder. He was listening to Mark ramble on about a fishing line, you once again point out how you don’t need any type of fishing gear. Mark just ignores you and starts shoving reels in Renjun’s face, much to the latter’s displeasure.

“Your friends are cool.” Sungchan speaks, “They seem to like me.”

“Told you they were fun!” You tease, glad he was making a good first impression. If things kept going good, maybe you could invite Sungchan around more often. He did always mention that he’d like more friends.

Jeno’s face sours as he watches from afar. You leaning into Sungchan, had you always been so touchy? He shakes his head and turns away.

About thirty minutes later, you’re all ready to head to checkout. Thankful you had another set of arms to help carry the cooler and sleeping bags you were buying.

Placing the stuff down, you laugh. “This much for two days?”

“Haechan’s sleeping bag caught on fire last time, remember?” Chenle comments. You do remember, it was not pretty.

Sungchan looks confused and you explain, recalling that Haechan was laying too close to the fire long after everyone else had gone to bed. Remembering that it wasn’t just him in the sleeping bag as well..

Haechan stops you from recanting the whole thing, saying how he’d beat you up if you boyfriend wasn’t right there. You scoff at the accusation and Sungchan laughs. But everyone catches on to how you two don’t outright deny it.

You weren’t thinking too much, not even noticing how neither of you had said no. Sungchan was cool, and sure you had thought of him that way before, but he was definitely not your boyfriend right now. You didn’t shy away from the prospect though, and it seemed like he didn’t either.

Jeno’s brows furrow, you two were a thing? He thought you guys were just friends, he turns away, not wanting to look at you two any longer. He didn’t know why, but he felt somewhat possessive of you. And he definitely did not like Sungchan.

You all walk out of the store, proud of your successful trip when Renjun suggests you all go out to dinner. You nervously smile, “Sungchan and I were actually planning to watch a movie at my place.”

“Nice,” Haechan smiles, “Let’s meet at yours then!”

You groan, and the others just teasingly smile at you, knowing that was not what you had meant. “As long as someones buying snacks cause I don’t have shit.”

“On it!” Jaemin responds, already in his car.

That’s how you find yourselves all back at your place, an improper movie night to commence after Jisung and Chenle stop fighting over what movie to watch.

Heading to the kitchen for some chips, you’re met with only Jeno in there. Digging through a bag of Jolly Ranchers for his favorite.

“I ate all the cherry ones.” You say, poking at his shoulders, knowing he loved those as much as you did.

He smiles, not responding. Until he pulls out one, a cherry one. You perk up at that, you thought you had eaten all of them ages ago.

“Oh, for me? Thanks.” Sarcasm donning your voice, but still going to reach for it anyways.

He snatches it back, “Go ask Sungchan for one.” Jealousy seemingly apparent in his voice, confusing you.

“You suck.” You state bluntly, until he unwraps the candy and places it in front of your mouth.

“Want it?” He asks, gesturing it more towards you, eyebrows raised.

You narrow your eyes, “..Yes.”

“Open wide then.”

You scrunch your nose, he wanted to feed it to you? ‘No thanks.” Is all you say before walking away.

But then you feel a hand clasp around your wrist, turning you back. Jeno stares at you blankly, then repeating. “I said open.”

Curiously, you open your mouth slightly. Just enough to get the candy. Jeno brings the cherry flavored candy to your lips. He smirks, grabbing your chin, he holds you in place. “Wider,” He commands, and you follow.

He slips the candy in, along with two of his fingers, and you close your lips around them. He stares at you, and you look down at the floor. You had never seen this side of Jeno before, the Jeno you knew always carefree and smiling, far different from the one in front of you. You were a bit scared but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit turned on.

With newly acquired confidence, you shove his fingers farther into your mouth. His eyes widen and you gag, the candy hitting the back of your throat. But you progress, slowly sliding your mouth off his fingers, releasing them with a pop.

Swirling the rest of the candy in your mouth, you smile. “Mm yummy.”

Though your hearts beating like crazy, shivering at the close proximity between you and Jeno. He walks forward, backing you into the counter. You two just stare at each other, and you swear he’s about to lean in. Until the sound of approaching footsteps is heard.

You and Jeno separate, you going back to your mission for chips and him to pour a glass of water. Trying to steady your nerves and not give away to the person what the two of you were doing.

Sungchan pokes his head into the area, “Hey we decided on a movie, I left you a spot next to me.”

You grin, “Okay, let’s go.”

Watching you leave the area with your hand around Sungchan’s bicep, Jeno wants to puke.

In fact, his urge to vomit only gets stronger as he continues to watch you cuddle up to the other boy all night. After the little display earlier, you still had the nerve to hang onto Sungchan?

The movies a devastatingly long one, some of the boys filtering out before its even ended. Mark mutters something about how its getting late, wanting to leave before he passes out on your tiny love seat.

And just like that, only four of you remain. Jaemin’s strewn out on the floor, fast asleep, as is Sungchan on the arm of your sofa. You and Jeno are the only one’s still awake, though you’re unable to move as Sungchan constantly stirs in his sleep.

The last thing you want to do is wake him, but his phone does just that. Vibrating in his pocket, he lazily opens his eyes. Seeing the time as well, he shoots up, “Shit, I have to go.” He says, eyes widening as he heads towards the front of your place, grabbing his jacket and searching for his shoes.

He bids you goodbye and you make him promise to text you when he gets home safely, to which he agrees with a smile. “Have a good night.” He says, kissing your forehead before heading out the door.

You grin at the kiss, watching as he makes his way out.

Jaemin’s snoring knocks you out of your trance, closing the door behind you.

Jeno appears in the hall, “I can drag him home.” He suggests.

Shaking your head, you look over at him. He did seem rather comfortable on your floor. “He seems fine. I’ll get him a blanket.”

Jeno nods and fishes for his keys on your counter. “It’s late, I’ll head out.”

“Jaemin’s staying, why don’t you just stay too?” You ask. It was a completely normal thing for the boys to stay over, they were all welcomed to any time. You know the others left just from desire to sleep comfortably in their own beds.

Jeno and Jaemin were no strangers to staying the night either, the three of you hung out often late into the night. You don’t know why Jeno was in a hurry to leave anyways, he would normally just agree to crash on your couch.

“I don’t know..” He trails.

“Why not?” You sputter, confused as your patience for his attitude began to grow thin. “You’ve been acting weird all day! What’s got you all hot and bothered?!”

“You really wanna know?” He asks, condescendingly. Like you should know what you did wrong.

“Do I? Yes I would like to know what has had you being an asshole all day!”

He just laughs at that, only causing you to get more annoyed. Contemplating if to tell the truth or not, he watches you grow more impatient.

“I just don’t like Sungchan.”

“Well no shit,” You throw your hands up. “You already told me!”

He shrugs in defeat, like it was no big deal he had been so rude to him.

“I just wanna know why!” You speak again.

“I could tell you.” He says, inching closer. “But I could show you a lot better.”

“What?” You’re cut off by Jeno pulling you into a kiss. Completely surprised by the turn of events, but you welcome it. His hands finding their way into your hair.

You pull away, “Jeno, what are we doing?” And you meant it. What was this sudden behavior? Would this ruin your friendship? Could you two be normal after this? Was he even going to go all the way?

“Tell me to stop.” He whispers indifferently. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

“Jaemin’s in the living room.” You caution, scared to wake him, though you ignore Jenos statement. “But I want this.”

“Then we better take this to your room.”

And the moment you nod in agreement, he pulls you away to your bedroom. You two stumbling as he attempts to kiss you on the way there. He closes the door behind you, pushing you against it as he meets your mouth again.

It’s messy and uncoordinated, his sheer desire for you taking over. Teeth clashing and tongues strewn. He pulls back from the kiss and begins fervently attacking your neck.

“Please Jeno,” You whine, aching for him to continue. “Need you.”

“To what?” He teases, lifting up from your neck.

You want to scream. Of course he was going to make you say it, this was Jeno you were talking to. And he truly wanted nothing more than to hear the words slip past your mouth.

“Touch me.” You beg, wishing he would cut it out with the teasing.

“Where?” He continues. Moving his hands down your body, “Here?”

You shake your head, “N-No.”

You grab his hand bravely and place it on the front of your pants. He begins rubbing you through your jeans, the fabric roughly brushing up against you.

“I wanna hear you say it.” He smiles, “That you want me to touch you. And not Sungchan.”

You roll your eyes, he was still on about this? Sungchan was the last thing on your mind right now, the first being your aching wetness and Jeno’s stubbornness to relieve it.

“W-want,” You stutter as he begins to unzip your pants, “Want you to touch me.”

“Mhmm,” He nods. “Because you’re mine.”

You whimper at the contact of his hands rubbing you through your panties. Attempting to suppress a moan from falling past your lips. His possessiveness was such a turn on to you, and you didn’t even know why.

“So wet,” He comments, “Just from a little kissing. Are you sure I’m the one who’s never been in a relationship?”

Annoyed, you turn away blushing, “Shut up.”

Jeno just chuckles as you press against his shoulders, signaling for him to stop. “Wait, don’t wanna do it against the wall. Want to be on the bed.”

“So demanding.”

And with that, he moves you to lay down on your bed. He beings kissing you again, tugging at the hem of your shirt and you raise your hands to let him remove it off you. Although you had taken note that Jeno was still fully clothed.

“Not fair, you should take off your shirt.” You pout, and he rushes to take it off, revealing his chiseled body to you. You gawk at him in his shirtless glory, upset you hadn’t thought to see it sooner, well at least you were seeing it now.

“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” He teases again, going to kiss you before you can spout some smart remark.

He recedes back, lowering himself down to be met with your dripping cunt. He slides your panties down, slowly pulling them off your ankles with his teeth. You prop yourself up on your elbows to see, and you had to admit, its hot.

Jeno nibbles on your thigh, eliciting a yelp from you before he starts rubbing his thumb over your folds. “All for me.” He smirks proudly.

Sticking his tongue out, he licks a thin stripe on your clit, you letting out a loud string of moans. “Jeno- Please.”

He moves to stick a finger in, you clenching harshly around it.

“So tight.” He hisses, adding another finger in. Causing you to wail out in pleasure. It felt so good, you hadn’t been touched in a while.

He continues like this, whispering praises into your ear as he seems indifferent, “You’re doing so well, sucking my fingers into this pretty cunt.”

You’re feeling the coil in your stomach, embarrassingly close to cumming at the brutal pace of his fingers inside you, when he slips them out.

“Want you to cum on my tongue.” He explains before you can even protest.

Nodding, you’re met with his mouth back on your clit, his tongue harshly lapping against you. You unconsciously reach for his hair, pulling strongly on it, causing him to let out a moan against your heat.

“Pull harder.” He demands, and you oblige. One hand in his hair and the other gripping your sheets. Your hips start to lift off the bed in pleasure, as he holds you down by your legs, your shaking form struggling to stay still.

“Jeno, Please, please I’m so close,” You plead as he continues to eat you out like a starved man.

“Do it baby, cum for me.” He assures, and you moan at his words. The affect he had on you was insane. You had never been so shaken up over getting head before.

You reach your climax shortly after, a wave of white washing over you as you let out a final string of moans. Jeno’s movements barely even faltering as you finish on his face.

He pulls away, moving to stand up and goes to wash his face in your connected bathroom. You’re a bit put off by his sudden change in mood, but you calm your breathing and start searching for your bottoms on the floor, as well as your shirt.

Jeno emerges from the bathroom and you silently hand him his shirt, when you notice he’s sporting a complete boner.

“You look like you could use some help.” You announce, smirking.

He shakes his head though, “I can take care of this at home.”

Huh? What was he talking about?

“Let me return the favor.” You state, “I’m eager to please.”

But he remains the same, “It’s fine.”

And he walks past you, opening the door out of your room. Leaving you more than just a little confused. Was he regretting what happened? Why wouldn’t he accept your offer to touch him? What kind of guy turns down head?

You avoid eye contact. “Oh.. Ok. Have a safe trip home.”

You want the earth to crack open and swallow you whole. He nods and makes his way past a sleeping Jaemin and out your front door.

Not wanting to be alone, you sit on the other couch opposite of your friend.

That’s when he sits up. “You two are so gross.”

“You were awake?” You ask, mouth agape.

“You guys woke me! Maybe try and keep it down next time!” He scolds, until he notices the look on your face. “Is something wrong? Did you not want to do it?”

You wave your hands, “No! No, I did. It’s just that when I offered to do something for him, he rejected me. I don’t know- I feel gross.”

He shakes his head, “Jeno’s like that, he doesn’t know how to express his feelings, I’m sorry he made you feel that way.”

You just nod, “Please don’t tell anyone about this.” And he agrees, swearing to not say a word, and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

You ignore Jeno for the next couple of days, purposefully. Whether it was to save yourself from embarrassment, or from your feelings? You didn’t know.

You wish you hadn’t acted so carelessly, to let yourself get carried away in his bliss, knowing you could never have him in the way you wanted.

You were also unsure of how Jeno would react to being around you after that. You didn’t even know if you would be confident in your actions around him. Would you be able to look him in the eye? Or even worse, what if he had told your friends? What if Jaemin had, despite his swearing to secrecy?

Haechan would be a nightmare.

But you push those thoughts to the back of your mind as Sungchan calls for your attention. You two were at your place, packing for the trip. Water bottles and his awful trail mix bars being shoved in your backpacks.

You were leaving today, you breathe in. A weekend you were looking forward to how now left you unsure. But if worse came to worse, Sungchan would be there.

Over the past couple of days, you had done a lot of thinking. Not just about you and Jeno, but about the other boys as well.

You realized that you and Sungchan were nothing beyond a clingy pair of friends, and that’s all you felt for him, a sense of friendship. Whatever uncertainty you had was gone. You knew he didn’t make you feel the way Jeno did. And it wasn’t just because of the interaction either.

You had feelings for Jeno, that was certain.

You assume you’ve had them for a while too, it wasn’t until you sat down and acknowledged that you would consider a relationship with him, did you realize.

But it was all too much, too fast.

Engaging in those activities with him, knowing he likely only saw you as a friend? Too much to bear. So you knew you had to keep your distance from him as far as possible. You knew these feelings were likely to pass too, you just had to wait it out.

Because if there was something else you realized, it was that he didn’t feel the same. And why would he? You weren’t anything like the girls he’s gone for. You weren’t anything like Sumin. Not to mention his reluctance to let you touch him, (which was the root of your embarrassment), after he had eaten you out. You understood he just wanted to have a little fun with you, nothing more.

Plus, if his past record of no girlfriends meant anything, it was that he couldn’t be bothered to be tied down. So you weren’t going to begin to feed into the delusional idea that he could be your boyfriend, it would only just end up hurting you that much more.

Sungchan pulls you from your thoughts as he announces its time to leave, and you smile. He helps you pack your things into the car and you two shake with enthusiasm during the entire thirty minute ride. Though you’re not looking forward to hiking the rest of the way to the campsite; A necessary evil.

Sungchan doesn’t complain too much though, smiling as he reads off the printed map for directions. You didn’t get much service out here, and you weren’t going to take any chances getting lost.

It didn’t help that you two were late, noting that all your friends had arrived by the time you reached the sites with your tents and backpacks in tow.

You see Jaemin and his girl sitting on logs, whispering something into each others ear as they giggle. Her legs resting over his lap.

To their right is Renjun and Chenle arguing over something random, with their respective dates behind them, both looking extremely confused.

Mark is setting up a tent with his date, Jisung and his date helping them hold the poles steadily. Mark stumbling as he trips over one of the mounts.

Haechan emerges from his tent upon the others announcing your arrival, saying something about his date being passed out in their tent.

Jeno and Sumin are no where to be found, and you try not to ask about it.

Though, Jaemin approaches you the minute Sungchan leaves your side. “They went exploring. Whatever that means.” He speaks, and you don’t even have to ask him who he’s talking about.

You just nod and ask him for a drink. “You’ve been here for five minutes!” He recoils, like he can’t believe you asked him that.

“Well its unfair of you to expect me to tolerate Haechan for an entire weekend without a drink.” You tease, the aforementioned male coming to whine.

Sungchan returns with two drinks in hand, you thanking him as he passes you one. He then places his hand on the small of your back, the boys in front of you not missing a beat.

“Woah, did you two hook up or something?” Haechan speaks, never one to censor himself.

“None of your business.” You mumble, though you know the two of you hadn't.

“Oo, don’t let Jeno see!” Jisung warns as he passes by.

“Jeno?” Sungchan perks up, “What about him?”

Haechan and Jaemin just look at the each other, “Nothing.”

And with that, the boys leave you and Sungchan.

The two of you deciding to go sit on logs of your own before you have set up your own tent. The silences of the trees swaying overtaking you.

“So,” He starts. “You wanna sleep with me this weekend?”

You almost spit out your drink. “What?”

“We don’t have to!” He retracts. “I just figured.. maybe you’d want to?”

“Sung, we’re friends and we work together. Won’t this make things weird?”

“It doesn’t have to happen again if you don’t want it to. Just thought I’d put it out there.” He shrugs, like it was all so simple. “You’re hot, I’m hot. We’re both single. Both sexually frustrated. So why not?”

You look to the ground, “I don’t know..”

“Actually, I’m sorry I asked, I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

You didn’t feel pressured though, and Sungchan was somewhat right. You did invite him out here with a inkling of hope that maybe you could bed him. Who wouldn’t want to anyways? You hadn't had sex in a while, and your attractive friend was ready and willing. So what if you had feelings for Jeno? They would pass. You should have a little fun. Fuck it.

“Okay,” You speak. “I’d like that.”

He smiles, “Perfect.”

You’re about to respond when you hear the crunching of leaves behind you, Jeno and Sumin emerging from the bushes, hand in hand.

Were the two together? You feel your smile falter a bit before you look away, Jeno didn’t owe you anything. And you knew the type of guy he was, who was to say he was going to even commit to Sumin?

“There you two are!” Renjun says walking towards them. “Thought you’d gotten ravaged by a bear!”

“Oh, Jeno ravaged something..” Haechan comments, suggestively.

Jeno shakes his head at the insinuation, Sumin eyes flickering over to you. “Hey! You made it!”

“Yes!” You say, moving to hug her. Then you notice her eyes landing on Sungchan, and she starts practically eye-fucking him proudly. And he looks somewhat into it? You see that Jeno notices too, as he wavers his attention.

“This is Sungchan.” You say, as she moves to introduce herself to him.

“I’m Sumin! Jeno’s friend.”

The air grows heavy as she says that, Jeno looking dejected and everyone else looking confused. So they weren’t together then?

You just shrug, going to bother Mark and his date, who still can’t get the tent up. “Need help?”

Mark’s date looks at you in relief, “Please! Mark told his other friend that we could do it.. but we’re having a hard time..”

“I got you,” You speak, noticing something off. “He’s doing it wrong.”

Mark sighs, “Damn,” He looks down. “You had to call me out in front of my date. I’m gonna go tell Sungchan about the time you threw up in Renjun’s mouth.”

“Don’t you dare!” You say, moving to chase after Mark as he begins running in the opposite direction, tent long forgotten. “You’re lying!”

“No I’m not! Haechan was there too!”

“I was where?” Haechan yells, wondering what all the commotion is.

You and Mark stop, hands on your knees as you pant out. Tired from chasing the boy around in circles, you try and catch your breath.

“Don’t,” Pant. “Listen,” Pant. “To him.”

“Remember that night we played spin the bottle?” Mark begins, still breathless.

The others begin to gather around, drawn to the scene by Haechans loud voice. “Yeah I do.” He starts. “When you and I kissed?”

“You what?!” Jaemin exclaims, “Wait, why was I not invited?”

“Haechan and I did not kiss!” Mark laughs, and you giggle, knowing full well that he was lying to save face.

Haechan shrugs, “Whatever you say.”

“The point is that Renjun got thrown up on.”

Renjun cringes, “I don’t like to think about that.”

“Wait by who?” Jeno asks, not amused.

“By her!” Mark says, wagging his finger at you. “Damn near threw up in Renjun’s mouth, she pulled away just in time.”

“You kissed Renjun?” Jeno asks, surprise evident on his face.

You ignore him, what was the big deal anyways? It was spin the bottle, you were all drunk, and it landed on you and Renjun. Who cares?

“Mark that happened months ago!” You protest, “I didn’t know my limits.”

“It should’ve been me!” Haechan whines, faking a wound to his chest.

“You wanted to get thrown up on? Or to kiss Renjun?” Mark asks, and it was definitely a necessary question but Haechan just flips him off as he walks away.

The others just laugh and you turn to walk away but are stopped by Jeno pulling you aside. He drags you a few steps into the trees, far enough from everyone else that you two could have a private conversation.

“Who all have you kissed?” He asks.

“Huh?”

“Answer the question.”

“No, I don’t want to.” You state, confused on his attitude. “You’ve got some nerve to come over here and ask me that, considering how bitchy you’ve been.”

“Me? You’re the one who’s acting childish and ignoring me.”

“So what?” You spout. “And why do you care who I’ve kissed anyways?”

“I don’t.” He says, “I guess I just thought I was the first one of us to kiss you.”

“Oh,” You say, fire rising in your chest. “So that makes me worth less to you? Knowing I’ve kissed Mark, Renjun, and Jaemin before I kissed you?”

“No it doesn’t.” He replies. “But it does make me jealous.”

You scoff, “Jealous? You have no right, especially not after you left me all confused the other day! You made me feel like I did something wrong.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You just walked out. Was I that disgusting that you didn’t want me to touch you? You made me feel like shit when you left like that. I don’t deserve to feel that way.”

“Woah woah,” He stops you. “Back it up, disgusting? You’ve got it all wrong.”

“Well what was I supposed to think?”

He’s silent for a moment as he tries to think of what to say. “That’s not why I walked out. The truth is, I didn’t want you to feel pressured, and I felt like I was pushing boundaries and-”

“I said I wanted it, I wanted nothing more than to touch you after that and you just blew me off.” You state. “It’s like you pulled me in to just push me away.”

“I’m so sorry,” He apologies, “I had no idea you felt that way.”

“Jeno,” You start, here goes nothing. “I have to be transparent with you, okay?”

“Okay..” He trails.

You couldn’t do this anymore, you couldn’t pretend.

“Please don’t lead me on anymore. I have feelings for you, and it hurts for you to act like this with me.” Your chest weighs heavy and you await his response.

“You have feelings for me?”

“Don’t make me say it again.” You mumble, unable to make eye contact with the male beside you. You had thought it was completely obvious.

“I do too.”

You look up at him, “What?”

“Why do you think I asked for your help in the first place?”

“Because you needed a date?” You ask, confused.

He smiles, “My plan was never to get another date. I was hoping maybe at the end, I could just ask you. But then we ran into Sumin, and you found Sungchan and it all happened so fast, I just lost hope.”

“I’m jealous knowing that our other friends have kissed you before, because I always imagined I’d be the first. In a world where I wasn’t too much of a pussy to ask you out.” Jeno continues, crunching sticks beneath his feet. “Instead I thought this stupid idea could get me somewhere. I was an idiot to think you wouldn’t have a date in the palm of your hand awaiting your call.”

You stay silent as he gathers his thoughts. He leans against a tree, “I’ve never had a girlfriend because I’ve been waiting for you, all the guys know and that’s why the tease me.”

Your head is spinning, that was why? He didn’t date other girls because of you? This couldn’t be true, how had you not seen it all this time?

“Well, more like waiting for me to grow the balls to ask you out. ‘Cause the time never felt right. But now, seeing you with Sungchan, seeing the way he looks at you. It felt like if I didn’t do something now, I’d lose you. But I acted even worse, and I made you think I didn’t like you in the process. I’m sorry, I’ve acted like a total jerk, but I won’t you let you go another minute thinking I don’t want you.”

You’re speechless at his confession, everything made sense now. Why he was so reluctant with Sumin. Why he really didn’t like Sungchan. It all fell together.

“Jeno,” You smile. “Just kiss me.”

And he does, but it’s different this time. It’s slow and passionate, like a kiss is supposed to be. It’s not messy and needy like before, no it’s the opposite.

But it felt right, it felt better.

“Tell me honestly,” He says as he pulls away, going to stroke your hair. “Am I a better kisser than Jaemin?”

Mood ruined.

You hit his chest, “Are you serious? You finish kissing the life out of me and then you ask me that? Romance is dead.”

He laughs, but you can tell he’s still awaiting your response. “In all fairness, I can’t really say. That night was embarrassing. I took his shirt off and then we cringed and vowed to never speak of it again.”

“So you’re not in love with Renjun, Mark, or Jaemin?” He asks, for clarification.

“No, I swear.” You tease. “You’re the only idiot I’m dumb enough to like. But who’s to say that you’re not in love with Sumin?”

“Sumin? How much do you want to bet that her and Sungchan are hooking up right now.” Jeno asks, and you had completely forgot about Sungchan.

“Oh no! Sungchan!”

“What?”

“Sungchan expected to come out here and get laid.” You pause, nervous of Jeno’s reaction.

But he seems understanding. “I had the same agreement with Sumin.”

Before you can respond, his eyes widen. “But you’re not going to anymore right?”

“No!” Rolling your eyes you look away. Though you smirk as you tug on his belt loop. “But do you plan on letting me get your pants off tonight?”

“Wow, you’re horny.”

“Shut up!” You pout, “Come on, lets go out there and hope that our dates decided they like each other more than us.”

Jeno nods his head and follows suit, the two of you returning from the trees to find some of the boys building a fire.

“It’s not even dark.” You quirk an eyebrow.

“No but Chenle has an app that says sunset is in an hour.” Jaemin responds. Poor boy never knows what’s going on. “Anyways, where are yall’s dates? I thought you were with them.”

“No?” Jeno questions, furrowing his eye brows.

“Oh, well they disappeared like twenty minutes ago.”

You and Jeno look at each other, mentally celebrating. You’re glad that Sungchan had found some way to get laid this weekend, maybe not in the way he expected but, a win is a win. “You two look suspicious, whats going on? Please try and keep it down if you two decide to get freaky again.”

Jeno looks shocked at that, “You know?”

“I was there, and you two weren’t exactly quiet.” Jaemin deadpans, nose scrunching as he recalls the nights events. “You were all ‘Mmm yes so tight.’ I wanted to die.”

Oh god, he had heard all that? Why didn’t Jeno look embarrassed? You wanted to melt.

“Well,” Jeno says, pulling you closer to him by your waist. “There’s more where that came from, maybe try and wear earplugs.”

Your face grows hot as Jaemin starts complaining, “So what, are you two together now or?”

And a glint of hope appears in your eyes, “I’d like to be your girlfriend, you know. Your first.” You tease.

Jeno grins, “And I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

Jaemin gags at the scene, “Quit being gross and come help me start this fire.”

Your now-boyfriend Jeno moves to help Jaemin, Haechan approaching the three of you. “Woo! I heard from back there! Congrats Jeno!”

Chuckling, Jeno looks over at you, proud to know that you were officially his.

Though Renjun approaches the scene, “What about the others? Sungchan and whats-her-name?”

“Sumin.” You correct. “I don’t even know, they ran off apparently.”

“Wait, just to clarify.” Jeno speaks up. “We’re kicking them out of our tents right?”

“Duh.”

The night comes shortly after. All of you, including your former dates, gathered around the campfire. And you’re glad to see Sungchan looks smitten with Sumin, you shooting him a thumbs up as he sees Jeno’s hand on your thigh.

He knew the entire time, he wasn’t stupid, he was just waiting for the two of you to realize.

Seems like you were the only one who didn’t know of Jeno’s feelings for you.

The boys steadily trickle out, retreating to the comfort of their tents. Tired and red eye looking, but as you hear noises out of Haechan’s tent, you know they’re doing anything but sleeping.

You and Jeno bid the others goodnight, him helping you up and into the tent he so graciously put up himself.

You giggle as he attempts to slip into his sleeping bag, “You don’t actually plan on sleeping do you?”

He looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” You say, grinning slyly. “You still haven’t let me see what’s under the belt, baby.”

To be honest, you were really turned on by Jeno right now. Especially now, upon finding out he sleeps shirtless, you needed him so bad. Your mind couldn’t even think straight with him like this.

You’re cut from your daze at a loud moan that rips through the air, presumably coming from another tent. “Freaks.” You scoff, acting like you’re different.

A smile happens upon Jeno’s face. “I bet we can be louder.”

Grinning back, you feel yourself getting wetter. “Challenge accepted.”

He starts kissing up on your neck, making your arousal leak out even more. You’re set in his lap, grinding against him, and you can feel him hard under you.

You had to get those sweats off.

You were a little shaky undoing his pants, his cock pretty in the light. Long and with a bulging vein on the underside. You moan at the sight of it, not wanting to wait to get it inside you.

And there’s not a single regret donning your tongue as you lap up Jeno’s thick cock. Precum was gathered at the base, pink and glistening. And it looked so good, too good even.

He moans out in ecstasy, truly not caring who heard. He thought this was the hottest thing ever, he had dreamed of this for so long, and now he was allowing himself to have it. To revel in you and you pretty eyes that looked up at him as you gag around him. All of it was nearly enough to finish him.

“No no, stop. Don’t wanna cum yet.” He pleads, but you barely let up. His hands resting on your head, unconsciously pushing it down. Until he gains strength to pull you off, bringing you up to meet his mouth. Jeno had waited too long for this for him to cum without being inside you first.

He pulls you into a messy kiss, tongues clashing and saliva dripping out. He fondles your breasts through your shirt, then moves to pull at the hem.

“Off.” He begs, and you oblige. His mouth immediately lands on your nipple, latching his hand onto the other, twisting and sucking fervently.

“S-So good.” You let out, loving the way he was treating you. But you were impatient, and you had enough of the teasing.

“Need you in me Jeno..” You whine, pouting as he ignores you. He stays how he is for a few more seconds until he releases you from his mouth.

He quickly goes to remove his bottoms fully, as well as yours. And you felt your wetness pooling by the second. “I can’t wait anymore, need to fuck you.”

And you’re glad, as you watch him line up his pretty cock with your entrance, you were sure you could finish from the sight alone.

“Fuck..” He moans out, throwing his head back in pleasure as he slips into you. Wet and warm, he never wants to leave. He bottoms out, tip hitting your cervix as he asks for permission to move and you nod your head, desperate.

You loved the way he stretched you out, unable to hide the string of moans that left your mouth. He felt so good inside you as his tip kissed your g-spot with every thrust.

He rubs his thumb on your clit as you moan even louder. “Yes! Don’t stop! Mm.”

“It’s always been you.” He chokes out. “Always wanted you under me like this.” And you can’t deny the heat that it sends straight to your core, causing you to clench around him. “Better than I could have imagined.”

He doesn’t let up, desire taking over him as he bullies his cock into your cunt at a brutal pace. He was truly unlike anyone you had ever been with before.

He rubs his thumb on your clit as he thrusts into you, bringing you the most pleasure you’re sure you’ve felt in your life.

He silences your moans with a kiss, swallowing them into his mouth. Your arms clawing at his back, which was sure to leave marks. He slows his thrusts and you can tell hes getting close.

“It’s okay, I’m close too. Cum, cum inside.”

His eyes widen as he hears your words, this was a dream come true.

“I-” He sputters, shaking his head.

“I’m on the pill.” You interrupt. “Please Jeno, please, need your cum in me.”

You moan out that you’re close and he’s right behind you, spilling out his seed into you as you orgasm. Your climax coming on strongly, and you can feel your legs trembling. He bites his lip, grunting as he finishes as well, filling you to the brim.

You and Jeno just heavily breathe, him laying on top you slightly before getting up to remove himself. If it were up to you though, you’d keep him in you all night. Though, Jeno was a man of good hygiene, first and foremost.

You let out a wince as he slides out of you, the empty feeling settling over you.

He grabs a water bottle and pours it into one of the towels in your tent, and you smile, thankful he was going to clean you up. He wipes around your sensitive areas and slips your bottoms on, you still out of breath. You get both of your clothes on and sorted, ready to sleep now.

You’re sharing a moment of silence when your tent starts shaking rapidly, the shadow of two people appearing as you realize its your friends messing with you.

“Could you two be any louder ?!”

“You’re disgusting!”

“Tent’s have thin walls, you know?!”

You just bury your face into Jeno’s chest, laughing at the commotion.

“Leave my girl and I alone!” Jeno shouts out playfully, caressing your head.

My girl?

You could get used to that.

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To the end (Chapter 6)

The end of the world as you knew it began with the virus spreading in your dorm. Six months later, you are once again on the run. By your side is Sukuna, the bad boy of your camp, the most unlikely companion you expected. But maybe this is exactly as it should be because sometimes hope comes in the form of a smug smirk and a tattooed pair of sword-yielding arms.

Masterpost ++ Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Chapter 5

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, horror, smut and some fluff Playlist: Zombie Apocalypse Word Count: 7k Warnings: 18+, violence, gore, angst, smut, cumshot, cum-eating, squirting, rough sex, zombies, fighting, knives, blood, mentions of several side characters' deaths, alcohol, suicidal thoughts. This AU is based on The Walking Dead, so imagine a world like this. It's cruel and hopeless at times, but there is also a love story :) All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

You wake up to an empty bed, shivering slightly from the chilly temperatures in the cabin. There's an uneasy feeling in your gut, and after a second, the horrible memories of yesterday slam back into your mind with full force. You look around feverishly. Where is Sukuna? In your hurry to get dressed and look for him, you almost fall over your own feet.

But you find him in front of the hut. He's standing with his back to you, overlooking the forest surrounding the small cabin. The strong muscles on his broad back are tense, just like the rest of his posture.

You approach him slowly while softly calling out his name so as not to startle him, still scared that a wrong move will send him running.

When Sukuna's gaze meets yours, you see a glimpse of the boy who cried himself to sleep in your arms last night, grief-stricken and lost. For a fleeting moment, his eyes look at you almost longingly. As if he wants to be back in your arms.

But the moment is gone quickly, and Sukuna's face turns into an emotionless mask. It makes your step falter for a moment. The memory of his tears on your naked skin is still fresh, as well as the desperate way he fucked you, looking for an outlet, for an escape, that you gladly provided to him.

Part of you hoped he would let his guard down and let you continue to comfort him this morning. But one look at his carefully blank expression tells you that Sukuna isn't ready to be open about his feelings and share his grief and pain with you in broad daylight.

His face is a carefully constructed mask of indifference. He looks as cold and beautiful as a marble statue, almost cruel with the way his lips lift at one corner in a malevolent smirk that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Pack your things, brat. We are leaving. There's no reason to stay here any longer."

Your stomach clenches painfully. You can hear the hopelessness in Sukuna's words. The resignation. There really is nothing here for him anymore. Only pain. You understand why he wants to leave as fast as possible and leave this place that will always remind him of what he lost. You blink the tears away that are gathering in your eyes and tentatively take a step closer, feeling the urge to give Sukuna some kind of comfort at least,

"Sukuna..."

But you don't get any further because he interrupts you, his voice toneless but unrelenting,

"I said pack your things."

You gulp hard and swallow down what you want to say to him. The words of comfort, the reassurance. You can see that he wouldn't take it well at this moment. Nothing is left of the boy who cried in your arms last night. This is a different Sukuna. Cold, hard, ready to slay his way through hordes of zombies and every other enemy he might encounter.

And so you nod and turn around wordlessly to gather your belongings, saying goodbye to your small temporary home of the last few weeks.

Your journey to the other end of the forest is one of strained silence. Sukuna shuts down any of your attempts to talk. The pace he sets is a fast one, making you breathe heavily and effectively shutting you up.

His brother's leather necklace with the golden tiger charm dangles around Sukuna's neck. You see him touching it unconsciously several times, but anytime he realizes what he's doing, he quickly jerks his hand away as if the metal burned him.

Sukuna is tense, mouth set in a grim line, red-rimmed eyes scanning your surroundings with a defeated look in them. He is still functioning, though. A fighter through and through.

His senses are still sharp. He gets in front of you when there's the sound of a twig snapping to your right, automatically putting himself between you and any potential danger, shielding you with his tall body as if it has become a natural instinct to do this.

A small group of zombies breaks through the underwood at that moment, stumbling towards the two of you with their grotesque movements and their disgusting gurgling noises.

You watch in horrid fascination as Sukuna slays his way through them. He is fighting them with a lot more vigor and violence than needed. But he seems to be in a frenzy, driven by grief and rage, as he throws himself into the fight with all his brute strength.

Blood is spraying everywhere as Sukuna's katana hacks down over and over again on the zombies in front of him. He doesn't stop when they are dead but keeps hitting them with his sword, cutting them into little pieces, smashing their heads under his army boots, and scattering their body parts over the forest floor. He is breathing harshly and glaring at the bloody body parts with a feral look on his face, eyes burning with hate.

He isn't just killing them, you think. He is erasing them from this world. The creatures that killed his little brother.

It's a horrible sight. And a heartbreaking one. Tall, muscular Sukuna leaning over the bloody mess on the forest floor, bringing his blood-stained katana down onto the scattered pile of bodies, hacking desperately, his hands gripping his katana so tightly that his knuckles are white.

"Sukuna...please stop."

You have to suppress the bile from rising in your throat as you carefully wade through the slippery mess and reach out to put a hand on Sukuna's back.

His muscles feel taut under your hand, and his shirt is wet from sweat and dark blood. He twitches at your touch but doesn't pull away.

You try again, gently,

"They are already dead...please...stop."

Your hand caresses his back lightly, just a whisper of a touch, scared that you might make him pull away again if you ask too much of him.

But he finally stops and straightens up, katana hanging loosely at his side as he turns to look at you with a face sprinkled with dark blood and tears.

Your eyes widen. You hadn't realized Sukuna was crying during the fight.

Automatically your hand comes up to cup his cheek, not caring about the dirt. You wipe away some of the tears. It's a loving touch, tender and caring, wordlessly letting him know that you are here for him, that you want to ease his pain if he only lets you.

For a moment, Sukuna stands in front of you, just watching you with a blank expression, sword arm held out stiffly, and you hear the awful syrupy sound of the blood and gore dripping down from it. But then you feel him lean into your touch ever so slightly.

Encouraged by this, you give him a shaky smile,

"Let's move on, ok? The sooner we find a good place to stay for the night, the better."

"Yeah, let's look for a place to set up a camp for the night."

He steps away from you, pulling up the front of his shirt to wipe the gore and tears off his face. And you watch the tattoos on his stomach move when his abs flex. It's a hypnotic sight, a little normalcy after this horrible scene you witnessed only minutes ago. When the shirt drops down again, Sukuna looks more put together. Only the understandably haunted look in his eyes remains.

You set up camp for the night at a deer stand. Sukuna orders you to climb up into the wooden stand and get some sleep while he stays up to keep watch.

When you climb down again a few hours later to take over the watch, you get wordlessly pulled into Sukuna's arms. Your surprised gasp gets silenced by his lips which move over yours in a fierce, desperate kiss.

And after that, you speak the language you and Sukuna can speak the best, letting your bodies do all the talking.

From that moment on, it's deep, feverish kisses and low moans. Hands and teeth tearing at each other's clothes until you are a half-undressed tangle on the forest floor, where Sukuna rolls on top of you and takes you with his usual hard and unrelenting thrusts. He cums on your stomach and licks you clean afterward while his long fingers pump into you mercilessly, making you cry out his name as your whole body shakes and you cum all over his hand.

He gets dressed in silence before telling you to be careful during your watch and then presses a surprisingly gentle kiss onto the side of your cheek before his strong fingers let go of your chin, and he climbs up the deer stand to get a few hours of rest too.

You doubt he got any good sleep though, judging by the tired look on his face and the dark circles under his eyes when he climbs down the ladder again at the first light of morning.

After a silent breakfast, the two of you continue your journey.

It's afternoon when Sukuna's left arm darts out in a warning. You stop in your tracks, your heart hammering fearfully in your chest as you strain your ears. And then you hear it too. There are voices. Human voices.

You freeze up completely for a moment. Your last encounter with other survivors wasn't a pleasant one after all. Panic is threatening to engulf you as you remember the two strangers who wanted to steal your supplies.

You still see images of Sukuna's fight to the death with those men when the voices suddenly turn into screams.

Your gaze snaps to Sukuna, eyes wide. He puts a long elegant finger to his lips, motioning for you to stay silent. His other hand wraps tightly around your wrist and pulls you along as he slowly makes his way toward the commotion, carefully making sure not to make any noises.

Soon you spot a clearing just a few meters down the hill. A small camp is set there. Only two tents. The inhabitants of those are currently all standing with their backs to each other, holding up their weapons as they get surrounded by a large group of zombies that constantly closes in on them.

The campers seem to be a family. A middle-aged man and woman, their teenage sons, and an older woman, probably the grandmother.

Your heart jumps to your throat at the sight. You can see that the horde of zombies is too big. That family will not make it out alive. Your hand darts to the long knife in your holster, unsheathing it.

"What are you doing, brat?"

Sukuna's voice is a harsh whisper. You blink at him, eyes wide with fear,

"We're going to help them, right?'

His eyes narrow, and before you can move, he gets in your way, placing his tall, muscular body between you and the clearing.

"No, you're not going down there! Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"But Sukuna! They need our help! We have to do something!"

"No, we don't!"

You feel anger rise in you. Anger at Sukuna for trying to stop you, anger at him for not talking to you all day, anger at yourself for getting angry at him despite his grief, anger at the zombies, anger at that family for not being more watchful and letting themselves get ambushed by a whole horde of walkers, anger at this cruel world that puts you into such situations.

A broken sob escapes your lips as you quickly step to the side, trying to get past Sukuna in your blind urge to do something, to right some of the wrongs in this fucked up world.

But Sukuna is faster than you. His strong arms grab you and stop you from getting any further.

You howl like a wild animal and struggle against his tight grip,

"Let me go!"

But you don't stand a chance against Sukuna, of course. He tightens his hold on you, his muscled arms wrapping around your waist in a death grip before he lifts you off your feet and half drags, half carries you away from the horrible sight of the family fighting against the zombies and screaming for their lives.

Tears are running down your face, blurring your vision. You don't even know when you started crying or why you are in such a desperate state. But somehow, you cannot stand the thought of more useless deaths, more innocent people dying, and more unfairness, just like when Yuuji died.

You keep struggling against Sukuna's hold, frantically kicking at him and clawing at his arms.

"Please, we have to help them! They will die!"

Your desperate cry gets muffled by a firm hand clamping down over your mouth. Sukuna's other arm is still wrapped painfully around your waist while his tall, athletic body presses against your back, holding you tightly to him, effectively restraining you and shutting you up at the same time.

His low voice is an angry whisper right next to your ear. You feel his lips brush wetly over your earlobe as he spats,

"And I don't fucking care what happens to them! All I care about is keeping you alive! Why don't you understand that!? You are the only one that is important to me! I don't give a fuck about anyone else! I won't let you go down there and get yourself killed! I won't lose another person! I lost my brother! I won't lose you too! Get that in your stupid head, you fucking brat!"

You can feel the rise and fall of his broad chest against your back. He's breathing heavily. His mouth lingers on your skin, hot and wet, blowing his warm breath onto your neck.

You draw in a sharp breath that turns into a muffled sob.

Sukuna is scared, you realize. He is scared to lose you like he lost Yuuji.

It's as much of a love confession as you can imagine coming from him at the moment. A desperate plea to stay alive for him because he needs you just like you need him.

And suddenly, the fog seems to lift off your thoughts. Your mind is clear again. You realize how stupid you were. How could you think running blindly into that clearing was a good idea? Sukuna is right. There are too many zombies, and you have no idea how many more will join the ones already down there. Helping that family would most likely just get you killed too.

This time you don't try to resist when Sukuna starts walking again and drags you with him, hastily putting more distance between the fight and the two of you.

You spend the following days in the same routine. During the daytime, you make your way through the forest, mainly walking in silence. And at night, Sukuna and you are fucking on the forest floor, with your nails digging into Sukuna's broad back while his hips snap in feverish moves and his lips leave bruises on your neck. You decorate his tattoed skin with scratches while his tears leave their wet trail on your neck and shoulders.

You know this is probably not how coping should work. But these are dark times, and Sukuna is a special kind of guy. This is the method that seems to work best. It's the only one that seems to give him some comfort. And so you lay with him every night, giving him all the comfort and love you can by meeting his hard deep thrusts eagerly and stroking or sucking his gorgeous cock with sweet abandon until he cries out softly and spills his warm seed into your mouth or on your body.

You think at night, when he is lying in your arms after another round of desperate fucking, Sukuna seems better. His kisses turn softer, and his embrace becomes gentler. You could even call it cuddling, what the two of you are doing for a short while before you have to part again so one can sleep and the other can take watch.

In broad daylight, things are different, though. After his outburst, Sukuna retreated again, marching along wordlessly, eyes fixed on the way ahead, muscles tense, and jaw clenched. You can see the grief he carries with him like a heavy weight dragging him down constantly. You can see it in his posture, in the way every step seems painful for him.

The golden tiger charm on the leather band around Sukuna's neck keeps rhythmically moving with every step. You gulp hard when you see him unconsciously raise a hand again to wrap it around the small charm. This time he doesn't let go of it but holds it tightly.

It's hard to just walk beside Sukuna, unable to do anything. You know how to help him when you lie down with each other. When you can offer your body to him. When you can let your hands and your mouth, and your body give Sukuna the comfort he needs.

But you want to help him here right now too. Not just in the hazy moments at night, when he can hide his expression from you, and you only feel his tears on your skin but don't see them. You want to comfort him in daylight too.

"Sukuna..."

You reach out, gently placing your fingertips on his biceps.

Sukuna shrugs your hand away instantly, taking a step to the side to put some distance between the two of you. Cold, maroon eyes sparkle at you.

"Get away from me, brat."

He sounds hostile, but you can see that longing in his eyes again. His actions and words tell you to leave him alone, but his eyes show how much he needs someone to help him.

And suddenly, you can't take it anymore.

It's too much. Yuuji's death, worrying about Sukuna, the lack of sleep, the constant fear, the zombie attack on that family, and your craving to help Sukuna while he keeps pushing you away.

Suddenly you find yourself snapping at him,

"I won't get away from you! I care about you, Sukuna! And I can see how much you are suffering! Let me be there for you, please! Don't push me away all the time!"

Tears run down your cheeks as you stand there with your fists helplessly balled at your sides, glaring up at Sukuna's much taller figure, shaking from how distraught you are.

Deep down, you know you are selfish for asking this of him, but you can't deal with this anymore. You can't tiptoe around him when you know he needs you. When every night, he cries while fucking you in that desperate and frantic way but still refuses to talk to you about what happened.

Sukuna stares back at you. His maroon eyes are wide and haunted. He blinks several times, and his emotionless mask slips, face contorting in a painful grimace. His lips twitch before he starts speaking, and his low voice is just a broken whisper,

"But can't you see? I don't deserve it."

His words catch you off guard. You blink and stare at him with a puzzled expression.

"What?"

"I don't deserve any of your sympathy, brat. I'm a monster. I bring chaos and death everywhere I go. I even killed my little brother."

Blood is rushing in your ears and pumping much too fast through your veins, threatening to make you black out. What is going on here? Has he lost his mind? He isn't making any sense!

"What are you saying, Sukuna? You didn't kill Yuuji!"

A sad humorless chuckle escapes Sukuna's lips.

"It might as well have been my hand which did it. I swore to protect him. But I failed him. I wasn't by his side when he got into a fight. I wasn't there to keep my little brother safe. It's my fucking fault he died!"

The last part is an angry scream that ends in a wretched-sounding sob. One of Sukuna's large hands comes up to cover his face.

It breaks your heart to see him like this. So broken, stripped of all his arrogance and pride.

You feel unsteady on your feet as you begin to realize what Sukuna has been dealing with in silence all this time. The messed-up version of events he constructed in his grieving mind. The guilt he has been drowning in. Sukuna became an unreliable narrator to himself, twisting the story of his brother's death and turning everything into his fault.

You make a strangled noise as more tears well up in your eyes, and then, without thinking, you close the small distance between the two of you, throwing yourself at Sukuna, reaching out to wrap both arms around his tall figure and hug him. For a second, you fear he will push you away again. But he doesn't move.

"But... that's not how things were. None of it was your fault."

Your voice is a gentle whisper, afraid you will lose him if you speak louder. Every muscle in Sukuna's body is taut as if he is on the verge of running. And his next words make a fearful knot form in your stomach.

Sukuna sounds dead, talking in a gruff, toneless voice while his eyes stare unseeingly at a place behind you.

"It should have been me who died. Yuuji was the good twin. I am the bad one. It's ironic, isn't it? They always try to teach you to do good, but if you do it, you die, while the ones who do bad things stay alive."

"Stop saying stuff like that! You both should have lived! And you were always a good brother to Yuuji! Even now, you want to bring him back to your family grave!"

You look at Sukuna with pleading eyes, desperate to reassure him.

His gaze meets yours and Sukuna laughs softly. But it's a humorless, cruel laughter. There's a shadow ghosting over his face. His eyes hold a deep sadness as he looks at you and shakes his head ever so slightly.

"I changed my mind. What use is it to bury him in my family grave? He is gone. I don't believe in that crap about the afterlife or whatever. Yuuji isn't here anymore. So what good will it do him? That is only something selfish I wanted to do, to fool myself into believing I didn't fail my little brother completely. But I did. I promised Yuuji I would always protect him, but instead, I got him killed. It's my fault. I don't deserve your compassion or your trust."

His words make panic rise in your chest. Sukuna sounds defeated, full of self-hatred and hopelessness. These are the words of a man who can't forgive himself. Someone who has lost his will to live.

Your mind is reeling. What can you tell someone who is down at his worst? You exhale shakily and tilt your head to look into Sukuna's eyes.

"I'm not gonna say things will be ok because I know they won't. You will always miss your brother and regret not being by his side when it happened. But Sukuna, I need you. Maybe this is selfish, but please, I need you here by my side. I won't survive this on my own. So please stay alive for me, ok? I know it's painful and hopeless, and death seems so much easier, but I am not ready to die, and I cannot stand the thought of losing you. So please stay with me, Sukuna."

He huffs, eyes glittering dangerously, and his words come out snide, almost mocking.

"Do you really want a zombie apocalypse partner who gets the people he wants to protect killed? I think you'd be better off with someone else."

His words make the blood rush in your ears. A mix of fear and hot searing anger floods your senses. What does he mean, you'd be better off with someone else? Is that why he is acting this way? He thinks he will get everyone he cares about killed? He thinks he has to protect you from him? Will he just drop you somewhere? Will he just leave you behind in his state of self-hatred?

Suddenly you see red. You bring your hands up and push angrily at Sukuna's firm chest, taking a step back to glare up at him,

"How can you think I would be safer with someone else!? I only trust you! And before you get the stupid idea to drop me at some camp or something, let me tell you that I will not stay with anyone else! You are my zombie apocalypse partner! Only you! And if you leave, I will just follow you! I will follow you until the end of the world, Sukuna!"

You yell the last part, not caring about the zombies you might attract with your noise. Angry tears run down your cheeks, and your body shakes violently.

For a moment, Sukuna stares at you as if he can't believe you are real. Then he crosses his muscular arms in front of his chest and sneers at you.

"This makes you sound just as crazy as I am. I hope you realize that, princess."

In your helpless anger, you laugh, a strange squeaky sound that sounds all wrong and insane, and maybe you are proofing Sukuna's point by acting like a mad woman, but you cannot stop. Your hands ball into fists at your sides as your gaze burns into his, and you yell the next words, so desperate to get your point across,

"I don't care if I am crazy! Everything in this world is crazy! And it scares me out of my mind to imagine being in this madness without you! Don't do that to me, Sukuna! You dragged me away from that fight because you didn't want to lose me! So why the fuck can you even contemplate leaving me behind with someone else? I know your brother is gone, but I am still here, and I need you! You told me it is us from now on! That we are in this together! Don't you dare take that back now! I need you by my side!

Don't give me that crap about needing to protect me from yourself, as if we are in some shitty teen romance movie! It's not true! You are the best thing that has happened to me since this stupid virus outbreak! And I care about you, whether you want that or not! I care about you a lot, you idiot! Do you really think I would let you go and get yourself killed? Do you have any idea how bad I felt when I went back to the hut alone when you asked me to? I will never do something like that again! So stop this idiocy and promise me we are still in this together!"

You glare at him with tears streaming down your face, breathing heavily and almost choking on your tears.

Sukuna watches you curiously, and you can see his adam's apple bob as he gulps hard. Something in his gaze twists, and then he asks in a soft voice,

"Why are you so stubborn, brat?"

"Must have learned it from the best, I guess."

You wipe angrily at the tears streaming down your cheeks while Sukuna's gaze wanders scrutinizingly over you as if you are the most fascinating thing he has ever laid his eyes upon. Finally, his gaze meets yours again, and he nods slowly,

"Ok."

You frown at him, surprised by the sudden softness in his features.

"Ok?"

"Yeah, I'll keep going. For you. I won't leave you, I promise. We're in this together, just like I said."

Relief washes over you, making your legs almost give out. You sway precariously for a split second, but Sukuna's strong arms are there to catch you. They wrap around you and pull you into his firm embrace.

Your sob of relief gets muffled when you nuzzle your face into Sukuna's muscular chest. You hear another strangled sound, not even sure whether it's coming from you or Sukuna.

But it doesn't matter. All that matters is that Sukuna is holding you. That he promised you he will stay alive for you, that he will stay by your side. It's still him and you.

"Thank you, Yuuji, for being so kind and caring. You will be missed a lot."

You smile through your tears as you place the small bouquet of wildflowers you picked on the makeshift tomb you and Sukuna built out of several big stones.

It's been a week since you found Yuuji, and this morning you suggested holding a small burial ceremony to honor him and say your goodbyes since Sukuna is still adamant about not bringing Yuuji's ashes to their family grave. He calls it an unnecessary risk. This is true, but you still tried to encourage him to follow his initial wish. Until last night.

Last night, when your head was resting on Sukuna's naked chest after another round of feverish fucking, he whispered something to you. A confession, a fear.

"Too much can happen on a long journey like that. What if we get into an ambush and have to leave everything behind? I cannot stand the thought of losing Yuuji's remains like that. It would be like failing him all over again. He has to stay here."

And that's why you are burying Yuuji here, where you can say farewell to him under controlled circumstances.

You eye Sukuna carefully as he gets on his knees in front of the tomb. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, brushing away the tears that gathered there before he lowers his head and closes his eyes, lips moving silently.

You know he isn't praying. Sukuna doesn't believe in that. But in his head, he is talking to his little brother. Words that will only be between them. A goodbye, most likely words of love and pleas for forgiveness.

You hardly dare to breathe, scared you will make a noise and disturb this intimate moment between the twins. Yuuji isn't alive anymore, but the bond between the brothers still remains.

After a few minutes, Sukuna lifts his head again, maroon eyes glittering in the last rays of the setting sun.

"Goodbye, you idiot little brother."

He speaks the words with a grin on his face and a hint of his usual teasing humor in his voice. Despite the flippant message, you can hear the affection in his words.

Sukuna gets up and joins you on the fallen log you are perched on, sitting down so close to you that his thigh brushes against yours. He runs a hand through his hair, smoothing the pink strands down while his gaze remains glued to the last resting place of his twin. He snorts softly.

"And that's it... that's a hero's burial. In the middle of nowhere, far away from home, with no one here but his brother who couldn't save him and a girl who didn't even really know him. That's what you get for being a hero."

"I don't think we are the only ones who remember him. I think someone like Yuuji always stays with everyone he ever meets. The things he did weren't in vain, Sukuna. And the ones he saved will always remember him and be grateful for him. He was very selfless."

"Yeah, my stupid selfless brother. He was too good. It's unfair, isn't it? All the heroes die, and this world is left with the scum, with the selfish ones, the ones who only have their own advantage in mind. That's why I'm still alive. The bad ones survive, and the good ones die."

Sukuna's army boot connects with an empty coke can, kicking it into the small campfire you lit to chase away the cold of the night.

Since your argument a few days ago, things have become better. Sukuna isn't as closed off anymore, and some of his guilt seems to have been lifted off his shoulders. But he still has moments like this when the darkness of his thoughts threatens to swallow him again, just like now. But you think you know how to handle him now.

You smile challengingly at him and ask him in a soft voice,

"What about me then? I am still alive too. Does that mean I am a bad person too?"

Sukuna rolls his eyes and makes a dismissive gesture with his hand,

"No, you're still alive because of me."

You chuckle softly and turn to face Sukuna with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah, so you admit that you saved someone too? Maybe Yuuji wasn't the only hero, huh? Sukuna, you aren't a bad person. Don't you see it? You just said it yourself. I owe my life to you. Would someone who only thinks of himself have burdened himself to take me with him? Would a bad person have saved me? You would have been much faster without me, but you chose to help me that night when our camp got overrun. You chose to take me with you even though I was holding you up. To me, you are a hero too. My personal hero."

Sukuna lets out a long breath, shaking his head.

"Yeah, fine, I saved you. But still, I only look after myself and you. Everyone else can die for all I care. Look what I did to that family. How I let them get eaten. And how I killed those two guys who wanted our supplies. And I would do it again without any hesitation."

"And I told you, I understand. You saved us on both occasions. And I am grateful for it. I am grateful for your ability to judge a situation calmly and make the decision that keeps us alive. You aren't a bad person for wanting to put the ones who are important to you first."

"You don't understand. Yuuji was the good one. It should have been me who died."

"Sukuna... I understand that you miss your brother, and I know you feel guilty because you are still alive, and he is not. But it wasn't your fault. It was an accident. Yuuji's death was something that was out of your control. You aren't to blame for it."

You lean against Sukuna's side and rest your head on his broad shoulder, eyes fixed on the dancing flames of the campfire as you continue talking in a gentle voice,

"You are a good guy, too, Sukuna, at least to me. I don't need a knight in shining armor who always does the righteous thing. I am more than happy with the antihero who keeps us alive by putting us first. I know Yuuji was a symbol of hope for a lot of people, including me, back when we were in our old camp. But you have become an even bigger hope for me. My only hope in this world. Maybe you aren't sunshine like your brother was, but you are a fire. A fire that can be raging and dangerous when it burns our enemies. But also comforting, keeping me warm and safe and making me feel like there is still a reason to keep living. That's what you are to me. A reason to wake up again tomorrow. You are my only light in this dark world."

You exhale softly and lift your head to look at Sukuna, feeling almost drunk after letting all that out. Your gaze travels slowly over the filigree tattoos on Sukuna's jaw and follows the black lines upwards to the pair of fake eyes that are inked into his skin before you finally reach his real eyes.

Your gaze meets his, and you find that Sukuna is looking at you with a stunned expression in those pretty eyes. His long eyelashes flutter for a moment, and then he asks in a slightly hoarse voice,

"That's how you see me?"

You nod, smiling at him through the tears in your eyes.

"Yes. And I don't want you to change. You don't have to be this perfectly selfless good guy. You don't have to be the hero who saves everyone. You are my personal hero, Sukuna, and that's more than enough. You save me over and over again, and I like you exactly the way you are. I..."

You stop momentarily, your heart pounding wildly as you look at the boy who has become your whole world. And suddenly, it's so natural to say all those things and bare your whole heart and soul to him. Because, after all, the two of you have already been through more than someone can usually take. So what is there to fear? A love confession is the least scary thing in the current state of the world. And so you let those words spill from your lips that would have made you shy and nervous in your old life.

"I love you, Sukuna. I really love you. It's so different from what I thought love was before this virus. Everything I felt in the past seems so childish, so irrelevant compared to this. I think I never knew what love was supposed to be. But now, with you, I understand it. I watch you kill, and I am not scared but grateful. I watch you fight, and think it's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I see you with blood smeared all over you, screaming and laughing death in the face, and I am so full of love. I love you at your worst and at your best. And I can be my worst version around you too, and I know you won't turn your back on me. I have never trusted someone so much before. And if this isn't real love, then I don't know what is."

Your lips tremble at the last words, overcome with emotion, and you see the utter amazement in Sukuna's beautiful maroon eyes. For a long moment, he just looks at you, apparently too surprised to do anything, but then his lips twitch, and he says softly,

"Princess... come here."

Sukuna's strong arms wrap around you, holding you tightly to his chest. There's a smile in his voice when he tells you,

"I think you're crazy for seeing me that way. Absolutely insane. But it makes me want to be that guy you think I am. So I will try to be him."

It makes you laugh, your lips moving against Sukuna's shirt, chuckling softly as you shake your head,

"You don't have to try, you stubborn idiot. You already are him!"

You feel and hear a low laugh deep in Sukuna's chest.

"Ok, I will accept the compliment, then."

There's a short moment of silence in which Sukuna just holds you. You breathe in his scent, letting it wrap you in its comforting familiarity. Leather and sweat and the unexplainable hint of cherry blossom.

And then Sukuna sighs softly, and his velvety voice is very close to your ear when he speaks again,

"I don't know much about love. I think before all of this, I never felt it for anyone apart from my brother. I hated this world and everyone in it. But now there's you... and I like having you by my side. I want to burn the whole world down, but not while you are still in it. You aren't scared of me or repulsed by the things I do. After everything I've done, you're still here and treat me like I'm worthy of your affection. And that makes me... that makes me feel more human again and less like a monster. You make me want to continue, no matter how fucked up everything is. I want you next to me and under me, and I want to tease you until you roll your eyes and get mad at me because it makes the apocalypse a lot more fun when I can bicker with you. You mean a lot more to me than I ever thought possible. The thought of losing you terrifies me. I would do anything to keep you safe and see another sunrise with you."

You are sniffling against his chest, overcome with emotions, as hot tears run down your cheeks and into Sukuna's shirt. The raw openness in Sukuna's words caught you off guard.

He rests his chin gently on the top of your head and adds softly,

"I think I'm in love with you too, brat."

You stifle a sob when strong fingers cup your chin, and Sukuna tilts your face up, making you look at him.

He looks beautiful, even here in the half shadows. The flames of the campfire flicker enticingly over his tattoos and Sukuna's high cheekbones, accentuating his sharp angles and handsome features. His usually maroon-colored eyes glow red from the fire reflecting in them, like two glittering rubies.

He watches you with those stunning eyes, letting his gaze travel unhurriedly over your face as if taking you in for the first time.

Finally, the left corner of Sukuna's lips lifts ever so slightly in a hint of his usually smug smirk. But tonight, it's not really a smirk. It's more of a soft smile.

"It wasn't just me who saved you. You saved me too, princess."

And then Sukuna's eyes close, and he slowly leans closer to you. The breath you were holding leaves your lips in a soft sigh when Sukuna's lips press against yours in a gentle slow kiss that tastes like tears and hope and love.

Thank you so much for reading! This was a long chapter aaaaah, but I needed Sukuna and Reader to sort things out :) I hope you liked their I love you scene! It made me very emotional! I am so weak for this kind of love, where you love someone with all their darkness, and they do the same when it comes to you. It's what I love the most about writing my version of Sukuna, and I am very happy that I could include it in this AU too. I hope it could touch you too.

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

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