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dionnaea · 3 years

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Promises

pairing: kenny ackerman x reader (platonic), slight levi x reader

warnings: angst, character death, mild swearing

wc: 4.4k

a/n: so, so sorry this took so long!! i decided to combine these two requests and change them up a little, so i hope that’s okay! i’m really proud of this piece, so i hope you all enjoy it, too. xx

side note: technically this is a sequel to my other fic Pot Meet Kettle but it’s not entirely necessary to read that first.

requests:

Your writing’s so good I’m cryin’... Also, I’d LOVE to see what you have in mind for Kenny and Reader’s background! 👀 Were they both underground? was Reader already in the Corps when they met?? did she learn how to punch creeps from Kenny?? Plus I’m very curious about what he meant by her fixing broken hearts!

could you do a part 2 to the pot meet kettle levi fic? i really loved it and i think it would be cool if you could write a part 2 based off the kenny vs levi scene in season 3? like maybe kenny sees the reader and he's like good to see you again and levi is like mf what idk im not creative :(( sorry if this isn't enough

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After Rod Reiss had been taken down, the scouts were sent to search the ruined fields for survivors. It was unlikely that any were left, but Erwin was adamant that no soldier would be left behind. You respected him for that, and went on your way to do your job.

As you wandered, you ran into a returning scout, someone you didn’t know the name of but were sure had been paired with the Captain for this mission. His head was down as he walked, like there was something he had seen that he shouldn’t have, and your mind began to fill with worries for Levi. Had something happened?

Making your steps slightly heavier in the grass so that he would notice you, the man finally looked up, quickly saluting to his superior. You brushed him off, instead getting down to business.

“Where’s Captain Levi, cadet?”

The man’s eyes darted away from your own before he answered. “Taking care of something, I think.”

You raised an eyebrow in suspicion at the soldier’s weary tone. “Oh? And what is he taking care of, might I ask?” Everything about this seemed peculiar, and you weren’t having it.

“I don’t know. Something… personal.” When he finally met your gaze, he relented, sacrificing the Captain’s privacy for his own sake, too scared to see what your reaction would be if he kept playing coy. “He’s that way, by the big oak tree,” he stated, pointing in the direction he came.

You squinted, making out the shadow of the tree in the setting sun. You dismissed the cadet, and quickly made your way towards Levi, his body becoming clearer as you approached. Once you were a reasonable distance away, you called out, but were met with silence. As your worry grew, you moved faster, only stopping when you realized what was going on.

Levi was kneeling, his body covering the person in front of him. It didn’t matter, you’d recognize those spurs anywhere.

“Kenny?” The name was uttered in disbelief, and as you stepped around Levi, your eyes grew wide with fear. “Kenny!”

Immediately, you jumped into action, your scout training taking hold of your body as you knelt by your friend. Your hands hovered over his burnt and bloodied body, not knowing where to start but ignoring the possibility that it was too late. “How… How do I help you? I-I don’t know what to do.” Your eyes were tearing up, and your breathing was getting ragged as you struggled to find some solution. “Please, Kenny, tell me how to help!”

“Kitten…” His voice was rough as he spoke, his usual tones of confidence and charisma gone. You met his half-closed eyes with your wet ones, begging for him to give you some answer, some, any sort of reassurance that things would be alright.

“Please,” you pleaded. You had never sounded this pitiful in your life, but you didn’t care, and as his shaking hand grabbed your own, a sob wracked your body. “Kenny, please. Please stay.” You couldn’t help, you knew that, but you hoped for once in his life he would listen to you.

His eyes began to shut, and his voice fell to a whisper as he said, “Stay safe, kitten.” With a barely there squeeze of your hand, his body went limp, his hand dropping from your grasp.

You stared in silence, shock overtaking you for a moment. But then, all you felt was anger. “No. No! You promised!” You were yelling at this point, fist reaching out to bang on Kenny’s chest in retaliation. A strong grip on your wrist stopped you, but you weren’t done. As if he could read your mind, Levi wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you back from the now dead man. You were screeching obscenities at both Kenny and Levi as you struggled to break free. Soon, your screams turned into sobs, and as you fell limp into Levi’s arms, you let out one last whimper, a last cry for help. “You promised.”

Later that night, as you pulled a camisole over your head, a knock sounded on your quarters’ door. Truthfully, you had absolutely no desire to talk to anyone. You had had a long day, you had just changed into your pajamas, and you weren’t in the mood to join your fellow soldiers in celebration. Still, you pulled the door open a few inches, hoping it would be someone you could easily send away. To your surprise, Levi stood outside dressed in plain clothes and hair wet from what you presumed was a shower. Even more surprising was the newly formed bruise on his cheekbone. The reddish-purple mark stood out against his normally flawless skin, and you found yourself staring, only Levi’s sharp voice bringing you back to reality.

“You did that, you know,” he commented with a blank face.

“What?” You opened the door a bit more, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

His left eyebrow cocked up just barely. “When you went berserk earlier. Before I managed to snag both of your wrists,” he explained. He reached up a hand to brush against his cheek. “Damn, you hit hard.”

You weren’t sure, but the tone in the man’s voice made you think that maybe, just maybe, he was trying to cheer you up. Against your will, the corners of your mouth turned up the slightest bit. “Did you expect anything less?” You quipped, wondering what his answer might be.

“No.” He shrugged. “Just surprised it took you this long to punch me in the face.”

At that, you let out a laugh. It was true, the man had managed to push every single one of your buttons during his time with the Scouting Regiment. The two of you were in constant conflict, arguments over the smallest things popping up out of nowhere. At some point, Erwin had decided that Mike would be the babysitter of you two, keeping you both in line during training and even more so during squad leader meetings. You started to smile at the memory, but when you remembered that Mike, like so many of the others you loved, was dead, your expression fell.

Moving your eyes to stare down at the uneven floorboards, you spoke quietly, but sincerely, “I’m sorry.”

Levi knew you weren’t just apologizing for hitting him but for everything, and as he studied your face, he made a decision. “Do you want some tea? I keep a special brand in my room.” It was the only thing he had to offer, and both you and him knew it.

You froze as you tried to figure out the best course of action. Follow the Captain to his room or mope around alone until you cry yourself to sleep? In the end, it was an easy choice. Still, your heart stuttered in your chest while you gained your composure. You took a breath before responding, “Um, sure.”

There was a beat of silence, as if the two of you were readying yourself to take on some new, mysterious foe. And in a way, you supposed, you were. About a month after Levi had joined the scouts, there had been an… incident of sorts. It wasn’t disastrous or anything like that, but Erwin had quickly ruled that the two of you weren’t allowed to be in the same room together without someone else present. A wise decision on his part, if you were being completely honest, and something that Levi nor you argued with in the slightest. But now, years later, it seemed both of you were ready to break that rule, Levi making the first move as he turned on his heel and waited to see if you would follow.

Out of all of the scouts, you were known to be the most stealthy. Mike was usually the only one who could sense you were coming, claiming you had a distinctly pleasant smell that his nose had no problem picking up on. One time, he had even claimed that you were the best smelling person in the Survey Corps, and you couldn’t help but swell with pride. Hange had whispered to you later that evening that that was his way of flirting, but you never took her seriously. You weren’t interested in dating anyways. No one had ever really caught your eye minus one man, but you always said it was more of a fascination than a crush.

Even your ODM gear seemed to be quieter than the rest, and you once managed to spook even the Commander when you landed on the same tree branch as him without him knowing. You naturally existed silently and sneakily so when Levi picked up on the sound of your sock-clad feet shuffling behind him, the pit of concern in his stomach grew.

Reaching his quarters, he unlocked the door wordlessly, holding it open so that you could enter first. Your eyes widened as you took in the space. First of all, it was much bigger than your room. While you only had a bedroom and bathroom to yourself like the other squad leaders, Levi had a small living area with a couch, small coffee table, and even a desk. There were papers neatly stacked on top of it, and the rest of the area was just as orderly, his tea kettle sitting in the exact center of the coffee table. Only when you sat down on the couch did you see the small fireplace he had. It was just big enough to fit a tea kettle over it, and that’s what Levi proceeded to do.

You let out a low whistle, capturing the man’s attention. “Wow. When did you get so important?” You asked, motioning lazily about the room with your hand.

Levi scoffed and placed a hand casually on his hip. “Erwin gave it to me when he moved into the Commander’s quarters. Reward for the highest kill count or something like that.” His voice was so nonchalant that for a moment, you didn’t realize that he was insulting you. No, you thought, it was more of a tease than an insult.

Now it was your turn to scoff, well aware that your fellow Captain was just trying to get a reaction out of you. Levi watched as you rolled your eyes playfully, firelight glinting off of your irises. Had they always been such a pretty color?

The whistle of the kettle broke him out of his reverie, and he swiftly turned back to take it off of the heat. When he brought it back to the table, he was pleasantly surprised that you had already prepared the teacups, him only having to pour the water in and wait for it to steep. Hesitantly, he moved around the table to take a seat next to you, wondering when the two of you were ever this close. The events of the day popped into his head, and he did his best to ignore the fact that the thing he remembered the most about it was you being in his arms. Still, a question had been lingering in his mind, and he figured now was the best time to ask it.

“Y/N,” he started, and you looked over with wide eyes at the use of your first name. You honestly weren’t aware that he even knew you had a first name. “Can I ask you a question?” You knew what was coming, but you forced yourself to nod anyways, giving him silent permission to know your secrets. “How do you know Kenny Ackerman?”

It was a loaded question, and you let out a breath as you tried to figure out the best way to tell the story without getting either you or Kenny into trouble. Even the secrets of a dead man needed to be protected sometimes. Despite it all occurring years ago, the government’s threat towards you regarding the release of information hung heavily in your mind. Both you and Levi would be in danger if you revealed too much. He could swear himself to secrecy, and you would trust him, but the risk would never be worth the reward. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, worrying your lip as you thought of how to start to explain.

“Well,” you bit the inside of your cheek, gathering your nerves before continuing, “About a year and a half before you joined the scouts, I got myself into a bit of trouble.” He raised an eyebrow in surprise as you were widely thought to be the most well behaved and well intentioned scout there was. He thought he was the only person who could get you riled up, your scoldings from the other squad leaders and the Commander always leading back to him. You sent him a small grin. “I wasn’t always the goody two shoes I am now, Levi.”

“Anyways, it became kind of a big deal in the Capital, and a lot of higher-ups were calling for my head.” You let out a light chuckle. “Imagine just turning 19 and having almost every MP looking for you. Scary stuff.”

“Wait.” Levi held up a hand to stop you before you could continue. The story had just started, but he was already having trouble believing that this was the truth. If not for the darkness that rested just behind your eyes, he would’ve called bullshit as soon as you said your first sentence. “What exactly did you do?”

You looked away from the intensity of his gaze for a moment, an internal debate raging on inside your head. With a sigh, you relented. “I… I can’t tell you everything, but let’s just say it had to do with a certain Premier and confidential papers being stolen from his office.” Levi’s eyes grew wide, and you took that as a sign to continue. “No one knows except Commander Erwin, but I spent most of my teenage years in the Underground. I was born within Wall Sina, so I had papers to be up top, but I much preferred being below gro—”

“Why?” Levi was quick to cut you off, his expression hard and tone almost offended.

“My parents owned land in Wall Sina, and when they died, they left none of it to me, so folk got the idea in their head that I was a problem child. I wasn’t wanted there, so I left.” You shrugged, and Levi’s face softened. “I admit, the Underground wasn’t easy, but I was quick on my feet and smart for my age. I survived and I survived by myself. Help wasn’t something I wanted, but when you’re suddenly being chased by the royal government, it becomes something you need. That’s how I found Kenny, and it’s why I owe him my life.”

It had been a week since you had completed your assignment, already turning in the materials to the man who had hired you and returning back to your comfortable life underground. All had seemed to go swimmingly, and your confidence had grown tenfold. The feeling of being unstoppable was addictive, and you craved the sensation of that feeling again. You let your thoughts drift to what you could accomplish next, but sudden screams quickly snapped you out of your daydream. Straightening in your chair, you peeked out of the window of the tavern you currently resided in. Fear grew in your chest at what you saw.

Standing right outside were five MP’s, fully equipped with ODM gear and holding up a wanted poster with a poorly drawn sketch of your face on it. It was clear that they were asking for your whereabouts, and you were thankful to see that every person was shaking their heads to say no, they had no idea. Even with the solidarity of your fellow Underground citizens, you knew you had to get out of there and away from the sharp swords that hung off of the men’s waists. Before you could move, though, two of the men entered the bar, their eyes sweeping over the patrons.

Right before their eyes could meet your frightened ones, your world was encased in darkness, the only light you could see coming from below you. You blinked, trying to understand what exactly just happened, but soon realized that a large hat had been placed over your head. Carefully, you lifted the brim so that you could see, and were met with the piercing silver stare of a man a good amount of years older than you. Apparently your confusion showed on your face because he quickly pushed the hat back down so that it shaded your features.

He spoke in a quiet voice, only letting you be privy to whatever information he was about to share. “I’d keep that on if I were you, kitten. Don’t want the MP’s seeing your face, now do we?” You didn’t dare speak, but quickly shook your head, showing him you were listening and following instructions. “Good,” he dragged out the vowel, and the table shook as he placed his leg onto the table. Were those cowboy boots and spurs? You were pretty sure people only wore those in stories. “Now,” he stated, “We’re just gonna have a nice, pleasant conversation. Lots of giggles, ya hear me?” You nodded, the hat moving up and down your forehead.

As the man started spewing nonsense, you did your best to play along, laughing like he said to and keeping your face covered as best you could. You could hear the MP’s getting closer to your table over the man’s rowdy voice, and the hand gripping your drink began to shake in fear. Smoothly, the man took your hand in his, making some weird comment about how soft it was. You frowned. Your hands weren’t soft at all. What was with this guy?

The realization of what his plan was smacked you in the face, and you let out light giggles in response, putting on your most fake voice as you thanked him for the compliment. The things you were saying to each other became sickly sweet, so much so that you almost laughed at one point. As the soldiers approached your table, the mysterious man leaned in close, his alcoholic breath fanning over your face. Calmly, he swept the hat off of your head and placed it so that it covered both of your faces from the men who were now only a couple of feet away.

A swift kick from under the table spurred you into action, and you let out a girlish moan followed by an exaggerated giggle. He followed suit, making a comment about how nice your lips were. If it were any other situation, you would punch this man in the face, but for right now, you’d listen to every command he gave you. From behind the hat you heard one of the MP’s mumble about ‘couples these days’ with a gagging noise coming from the other. With one last lovesick comment from the man in front of you, the MP’s retreated, leaving the tavern with muttered curses leaving their lips.

Your savior leaned back into his chair, a smirk adoring his features as he placed his hat back on his head. For a moment, you both just stared at each other, you in shock and him in some state of glee. You decided to speak first.

“Who are you?”

“The name’s Kenny.” He kicked his other leg up on the table with a thwack! as the spur hit the cracked wood. The silence grew again, but this time you were at a loss for words. Sure, his name was Kenny, but was that all he was going to say? Apparently not, but when he spoke up again, it was entirely unhelpful. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

You frowned, unamused. “Maybe for you. I should punch you for some of the things you said. Strange men shouldn’t talk to unassuming ladies like that.” Your tone was laced with a bit of sarcasm, and he guffawed.

“I don’t think fugitives from the crown can be considered ladies,” he shot back, and you huffed. His face grew serious. “I’ve been watching you for a while, kitten.”

You raised your eyebrows at the nickname. “It’s Y/N, and, uh, what?” Once again, this man completely took you by surprise.

He shrugged. “You may not know it yourself, kitten, but you’re well known down here in the Underground. A mysterious girl who arrives without a sound, stealing from the above-grounders and sharing the wealth with the rest of us? You’re practically a legend; some people don’t even believe you’re real, but those that do would protect you with their life.”

This was all news to you. Yes, those were things that you did, but people recognized you for it? You furrowed your eyebrows and blinked quickly as you tried to puzzle the situation out. “I…” You struggled for words.

Kenny held up a hand. “It’s true whether you believe it or not… But, it seems that you’ve bitten off a little more than you can chew this time, my friend. Stealing from the Premier? Tsk, tsk.” His tone was more playful than condescending, and you gave him a weary grin.

You sighed and finally relaxed back into your own chair, studying the man’s face. It showed his experience rather than his age, and you wondered just exactly who he was. Taking a chance, you pried for more information. You hated being in the dark. “So, you didn’t answer my question. Who are you?”

His smile grew at your curiosity, crooked teeth appearing under chapped lips. “Someone who can help you. If you want it, that is. It seems clear you like to work on your own.” There was a challenge laced into his words, and you wondered what the right decision was. On one hand, getting involved with someone else, someone else you knew nothing about at that, was a dangerous game. On the other, you were in trouble and you needed all the help you could get.

Taking a chance, you slowly nodded. “Okay. What do you have in mind?”

He explained his plan. The MP’s didn’t know your name, so it would be easy to get above ground using your old Wall Sina papers. After you expressed your concern and with a chuckle, he dismissed their drawing of you, stating that once you got above ground and cleaned up, you would be unrecognizable from your old self. Then, with his next words, you lost your confidence in his plan.

“You want me… to join the Survey Corps?” You shook your head in disbelief. “Uh, no way. That’s right under the government’s noses!”

He brushed you off. “Eh, not really. The government already dislikes the Corps. They’re not gonna care who’s in it; they figure you’ll all die soon enough.” At that, you gave him a very blank stare, and he just laughed, stealing a swig from your mug. “You’ll be fine. You don’t seem like the dying type.”

It was true, you had escaped the jaws of death on multiple occasions, but you weren’t in the business of actively riding towards your demise. That seemed plain idiotic to you, and you made that known. “This isn’t a joke. It’s my life on the line,” you countered.

With a swift movement, his legs were off of the table and his body was leaning in towards yours, the weight on his elbows making the table creak. His eyes turned dark, levelling your gaze. “It’s your life either way. Would you rather die by the hands of the Military Police after they’ve done God-knows-what to you? Or would you rather die on your own terms, possibly fighting for Humanity’s freedom?”

It was a good question, a fair question, and one you immediately knew the answer to. You sucked in a breath as you resigned yourself to your new fate. “So, how do we do this?”

With another grin, Kenny explained the rest of his plan. It really wasn’t a bad idea, and you were grateful for the help. But still uncertainty settled in your stomach.

The day you were to join the Corps, Kenny had told you he would meet you before you left. You hadn’t seen him in about a week, and in that time, you had completely changed yourself, moving up top, getting a haircut, and finally wearing clean, untorn clothes. It was weird and different, but a part of you enjoyed it. This was a new start, you had chosen to believe.

“Kitten!” You turned towards the easily recognizable voice with a roll of your eyes, but the playful smile that toyed with your lips gave away your true feelings. “Give me a spin!” He requested, and when you did, he let out a loud whistle. “Damn, you really look like you belong up here.”

You raised your eyebrows with a grin. “That’s the point, right?”

“Precisely, my friend, precisely.” Slinging an arm over your shoulders, he began to walk with you towards where the ferry would pick you up. His pace was slow, obviously not in a rush to say goodbye, and you felt the same. Somehow, the two of you had grown close over the past month. Even with all of the secrets you both kept from each other, there was an air of freedom when you were in the other’s presence. No lies, no false personalities, just friendship.

It was refreshing, to say the least.

For once, you both were quiet as you walked. The weight of the future hung over both of you, pressing your mouths shut. He managed to speak first, his voice cracking for the first time since you met him and giving away his true emotions.

“Stay safe, kitten.” The words were serious, and something in him couldn’t stand to let that be the last thing he said. “You’ll kick those Titans’ asses.”

Normally, you’d laugh, or at least smile, at his cheesy jokes. Instead, you stopped walking and turned until you both faced each other, looking up to meet his eyes. With a swallow, you asked something of him that you knew was unfair, was selfish, was wrong. Yet, you still asked, knowing Kenny wouldn’t hold it against you.

“Promise me you won’t die before me.”

His eyes softened in understanding, crinkles forming around their edges as he gave you the most gentle of smiles. He knew what you needed to hear, knew it would be a lie, knew you’d hate him for it. But, he said it anyway.

“I promise.”

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— 1-800-music-street | taehyung (m.)

taehyung/reader | fluff, smut | homeless!taehyung

wordcount: 13.2k

contents: mild violence, use of alcohol and weed, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, cunnilingus

― synopsis: you’re enchanted by a street performer and then he saves you, resulting in multiple meetings one can only describe as fate.

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The streets of Seoul were ablaze with life, couples walked around holding hands, girlfriends chatted and giggled, and guy friends jokingly shoved each other around. People like you, the ones on their own, were enjoying the gradually warming night air the city had to offer. Your hands were tucked into the warm fur coat you had on that didn’t do much considering the small cocktail dress you were wearing.

As you walked down the packed sidewalk, a beautiful melody began to drift to your ears over the sound of animated talking that surrounded you. You paused for a moment to listen to the music, glancing around through people and over heads to try and find the source.

Your eye caught sight of a small crowd formed on the sidewalk across the narrow street. Looking both ways for any oncoming traffic, before jogging across, your heels clicking softly on the blacktop as you went. Finally, you reached the small crowd and managed to pus your way between the people to come to the front of the group.

While catching your breath, you watched the scene before you. A beautiful man stood in front of you, his lips wrapped around the mouth piece of his Saxophone while his long fingers expertly pressed the keys to produce the mesmerizing melody you heard across the street. He was dressed nicely, a crisp white button-down shirt tucked into black dress pants completed with black dress shoes and a black tie. His hair was an ashy gray-brown color and hung low in his closed eyes as he played, gently blowing with the passing breeze.

You were so lost in watching him, you didn’t even realize that the song ended until the people around you erupted into applause for him. A smile bloomed across his mouth, a boxy smile that made his eyes crease up cause you to smile along with him. Something about his smile was just…contagious.

Suddenly, a hand dropped on your shoulder, making you jump in surprise, tearing your eyes off of the street performer to look behind you.

“Jieun!” You cried happily, throwing your arms around your friend in a tight hug.

“We were all wondering where you got off too,” Jieun said, grinning at you. “The other girls sent me out to look for you since you’re 20 minutes late!”

You blanched at her words, “Oh god, has it really been that long? I’m sorry, I got so caught up in this performance, I didn’t even pay attention to the time.”

“That’s fine,” Jieun smiled, waving you off. “Let’s just go.”

Grabbing your wrist, she tugged you out of the crowd, making a bee line to the club you frequented with your friends on weekends; Club Century. Your heels clicked in sync with one another as you hung onto each other and laughed and talked all the way there. You told her about the beautiful street performer and she gushed on how hot she found the DJ at Club Century.

When you both waltzed through the doors, the hot air inside was ripe with the scent of alcohol and cigarettes. You both had to squeeze through the sweaty bodies that were filling up every inch of the joint as they danced to the music that shook the very air around you. Jieun expertly pulled you in the correct direction before you were finally able to sit down with you group of friends.

“Finally, ______,” Sooyoung complained, playfully shoving you when you sat down between her and Yeojin. “It’s so typical for you to be late!”

“She got distracted by a pretty-boy street performer!” Jieun teased, enjoying the way you blushed.

“It’s so like you,” Yuri giggled behind her hand. “getting distracted by music.”

You rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest in a faux pout until your eyes landed on the single empty seat at the table. “Hey, what about Misun! She’s not here!”

“Oh her?” Sooyoung smirked. “She was here but she got whisked away by some hot guy, you know her.”

You scoffed in disbelief, the night was only beginning, and she was already running off to get laid by the first hot guy she laid her eyes on. You desperately wished you could be surprised at it. Misun was the type of girl that had all the guys flocking to her and 99.9% of the time she would go home with one of them.

“If anyone loves sex, it’s her.” Jieun piped up, sipping on his pink fruity drink.

Before you knew it, drinks were coming to the table, all sorts of hard liquor and even some simple wine coolers for you all to choose from. You decided to keep things slow tonight, not wanting to go home wasted or wake up with a hangover, so you chose a watermelon wine cooler to sip on.

After a several rounds, you were feeling the warm effects of the alcohol loosening your body up. Jieun and Sooyoung were hanging onto each other as you all watched your usually reserved friend Yuri hit it off with a guy on the dance floor. Yuri was clearly not as drunk as the other two, but you could tell her usual shyness had melted away as she ground her backside into the crotch of the surprised hottie behind her.

You felt your phone vibrate against the table, surprising you into jumping. You looked down to see your best friend’s name across the notification bar.

From: jimin-ie [1:43am] just checking in, everything alright?

You smiled, he was so caring. You had been friends with him since elementary school when he had moved in beside your house. You had watched each other grow, he turned into a studious book worm who stayed close with his own small crowd of friends while you turned into the outgoing, weekend party girl. Still, you both made it work and you both lived in the same apartment building, even.

You unlocked your phone, hovering over the keyboard as your tipsy mind filtered through your thoughts.

To: jimin-ie [1:44am] im alive, i think i’m going to head home now x

Before you could even lock your phone again, you saw the grey typing bubble pop up, so you waited for his response to come in.

From: jimin-ie [1:44am] alright, be safe! text me when you make it home.

To: jimin-ie [1:44am] will do, buttercup x

You let out a sigh when you saw his read notification pop up, signifying he had seen it, before you locked your phone, reaching behind you to tug on your fur jacket that you had taken off when you had gotten hot after your first few drinks.

“Alright, girls,” You called over the music, drawing their attention from the still dancing Yuri. Their drunk eyes glassily focused on you, watching as you winced when your knees popped from being seated for too long. “I better get on home, Jimin will kill me if I stay out too late like last time.”

“Oh right,” Sooyoung giggled, head resting against Jieun’s shoulder. “He almost had a heart attack when you didn’t come home before 4!”

“I’ll see you girls later, make sure you let everyone know you made it home safe!” You grabbed your purse off the table, sliding your phone into the side pocket before waving at your friends to signal you leave.

You took a deep breath, letting the nice clean air fill your lungs after spending hours surrounded by smoke and sweat. Your ears were ringing in the quiet night from the blaring music you had grown accustomed to while inside Club Century.

You winced as you stared walking, your heels hurting your feet at this point. Wrapping your arms tighter around yourself, keeping your jacket closed tighter around your body as the coldness of the night air set in. There weren’t many people left on the streets, most either having gone home or were nestled inside one of the many bars or clubs that’s littered this side of town. The few people that you did pass, were the occasional drunk girl or horny couples who were clinging to each other on the way home, ready for a long night of fucking (you could only assume).

The echoing clicks of your heels against the concrete underneath your feet lulled you into your thoughts. Your body was growing sleepy, and the sound of your warm bed and cozy pillows had a smile drifting to your lips. Coupled with your inebriated state, you lost touch with checking your surroundings and therefore missed the thudding footsteps that started to trail behind you.

Before you had the opportunity to register what was happening, a strong hand wrapped around your mouth and a sinister voice grumbled in your ear.

“Don’t make a fucking sound, just hand over your purse, lady.”

Your eyes were wide as you felt the man trying to tug your purse off of your shoulder. In a sudden burst of courage, you elbowed the man in the stomach, drawing a low groan from him as he lost his grip on you. Seeing your opening, you took off down the street, looking around and hoping someone would come out and help you.

Luck, as it seemed, was on your side as the second you made a turn down the street, you ran head first into a strong chest. Before you could lose your balance, the persons hands gripped your waist to steady you.

“Hey, are you alright?” The man’s deep voice calmed you for a moment.

When you looked up you were shocked to see the man from earlier. The street performer. You were too stunned to speak, however, and just opened your mouth without saying anything. The man looked at you, a delicate brow raised in expectance. His attention was suddenly ripped from you as your pursuer finally caught up to you.

“Hey,” He growled, not paying any attention to the street performer as he grabbed your arm, wrenching you from him and causing you to lose your footing. You could feel your ankle bend, causing your shoe to fall off your foot. With a grunt, your knees hit the ground, making you whimper as you felt your skin cut.

“What the hell?” The deep voice of the street performer echoed in your head, piercing through you frightened thoughts.

“Stay the hell back, buddy,” The mugger growled. Out of the corner of your eye you could see his brandish a knife, holding it defensively against the street performer. “the bitch has it coming. Now, hand over your purse, lady!”

Even through your fear, you still clung to your purse, refusing to give up your belongings to the asshole. The mugger growled in frustration, trying to rip the object from your trembling hands. Clenching your eyes shut, you suddenly heard a scuffle before the offender released your purse. Holding it tightly to your chest, your eyes flew open to watch as the two men fought in front of you.

The street performer let out a grunt of pain as the mugger sliced him across the chest with the knife. The criminal, sensing that he had no chance now that the other man was defending you, wildly swung the knife in an attempt to defend himself from the other man’s fists. While he was unarmed, he was able to land a solid punch on the mugger, knocking him off of his feet.

“Fuck this,” The mugger stood up on shaky legs, wiping his sleeve across his nose where blood started to ooze down before he spit on the ground, glaring at you as you sat on the cold concrete ground. Watching with wide eyes, you followed the hooded man as he booked it down the street until he was out of view.

“Are you alright?” Your savior panted, reaching down to take your hand to help you stand up.

Slowly, you put pressure on your trembling legs, hissing as you felt a sharp pain shoot through the ankle you had unfortunately rolled. The man, immaculate face now having spots of blood on it, looked at you in concern.

“Do you want me to call someone?” He asked, keeping his hands on you to support you as you took pressure off your hurt ankle.

“Ah, I c-can call my best friend,” You reached into your purse, hand trembling as you fished out your phone from the side pocket.

However, when you pulled out the device, you found the screen smashed from what you assumed was the struggle. Feeling frustrated, you felt your eyes begin to tear up as you looked up at him.

“Can I use your phone?” You asked with a sigh. “Jimin is gonna kill me…”

He slowly shook his head, an apologetic look in his eye. “I don’t have a phone…”

“What?” You asked, shaking your head in shock. Who in this day and age didn’t have a phone, especially someone his age?

He sighed softly, gesturing to himself. “Despite my appearance, I’m actually homeless.”

“O-Oh…” You furrowed your brows, thinking through your options.

Without your phone, you couldn’t call Jimin to come get you. And with your ankle the way it was, there was no way you could walk home. Then again, this man had just saved you and got injured in the process, the least you could do was…

“Why don’t you walk me home?” You asked, shaking your hair out of your face as you looked up at him.

He looked at you in confusion before shrugging and giving you a nod. “Alright, that’s fine…just tell me where to go.”

He helped you down the streets, keeping his arm wrapped around your waist as you hobbled your way to your house. The walk there was mostly silent, with him asking the occasional ‘are you okay’. By the time you reached your apartment complex, you were completely sober, and exhaustion had set in.

“Okay, this is it,” You said, leaning against the wall that held the buzzer. You typed in the number of Jimin’s apartment and waited for him to answer.

“Yeah?” His raspy voice came through.

“Jimin-ie,” You mumbled. “Don’t freak out, okay?”

“What?” He said, suddenly sounding much more awake. “What happened? What did you do?”

You sighed, “I’ll explain later, I hurt my ankle can you come down and help?”

“Shit, yeah I’ll be right there,” He said, shuffling coming through the receiver. “Let me call Jin-hyung. See you in a second.”

When he hung up, you heard the man who helped you sigh. You looked over to him, watching as he scratched the back of his head, obviously feeling awkward.

“I guess I’ll head back,” He said, sticking his hands in his pockets. You finally got a good look of his injuries, he had a busted lip and a cut on his cheek bone. His shirt had been obviously ripped, exposing the smooth skin of his chest, now marred with a shallow cut that he bled onto the once-perfect white of his shirt.

“Why don’t you stay?” You blurted out before you could think it through. He froze, brows up in shock at your sudden invitation. “I-I mean…my friend Jin, he’s a med student, why don’t you let him look you over and make sure your wounds don’t get infected, you know?”

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, looking down at the cut across his chest before slowly nodding, knowing it was a good idea to get it checked out.

“My name is Taehyung, by the way,” He said, after a beat of silence.

You smiled, “Nice to meet you, Taehyung, I’m _____.”

He flashed you a smile of his own just as the door opened and Jimin came rushing out. As soon as he reached you, he slid his arms around you, giving you a hug.

“You need to stop going out, you know that?” He chuckled, looking over you to make sure you weren’t severely injured.

“Ah, Jimin, this is Taehyung,” You said, ignoring what he just said, using Taehyung as a distraction. Jimin, oblivious, turned and smiled, holding out a hand to shake with the man who had saved you.

“Whoa,” Jimin gaped, looking over Taehyung in shock. “What happened to you?”

“Ah,” Taehyung bit his lip bashfully scratching his head. “Got into a fight, that’s all.”

Before Jimin could start to interrogate the poor man, you tugged on his sleeve, requesting to be lead up to your apartment. Without missing a beat, Jimin reached down to hook his arm under your knees before lifting you into his arms.

“Get the door, would you, man?” Jimin asked, laughing when he heard your little complaints.

Taehyung nodded, reaching past the both of you to pull the glass door open, holding it so Jimin could carry you through. Quietly, he followed you all the way to your apartment, even going as far as helping Jimin open your apartment door and help you through before closing the door behind him, making sure you didn’t hit your hurt ankle on the doorway.

“Have a seat, Taehyung, make yourself at home.” You said once Jimin put you down on the couch. Taehyung stood awkwardly for a moment, watching as Jimin pulled out his phone to type into it before he slowly pulled his shoes off of his feet and took a seat beside you on the couch, keeping a respectable distance between the two of you.

You leaned your head back on the couch, closing your eyes as you let your body calm down after the stressful night you’d had so far. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making your eyes open as you looked at Taehyung who was watching the door.

“That’s Jin-hyung,” He said, bouncing over to the door to yank it open, revealing a tired looking Seokjin who was holding a briefcase. “Sorry to drag you out of bed this late, hyung.”

“It’s not a problem,” Jin yawned, kicking his shoes off before he padded over to you. “So, you hurt your ankle?”

“Yeah, but take care of Taehyung first, okay?” You said, waving Jin’s motherly hands off of you. “He got a cut across his chest I don’t want to get infected.”

Jin stared at you blankly for a minute, as if digesting your words before he nodded and looked over to Taehyung. You could tell Taehyung was in pain as soon as Jin began to prod at the wound on his chest and assessing his other superficial cuts.

“Go ahead and slide your shirt off for me,” Jin said, voice alarmingly calm.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when Taehyung, with no hesitation, began to unbutton his shirt. As inches of his caramel skin became available to your eyes, you were astounded by how good of shape he seemed to be in. He wasn’t the healthiest weight for someone his size, but it was to be expected for someone who lived on the streets, but you could tell he, at least, was able to eat.

Once his ruined shirt was discarded next to him, Jin began to investigate the wound. Taehyung winced and hissed as the med student’s fingers delicately prodded the pained flesh, causing a small amount of blood to drip down.

“How bad is it?” Jimin asked from where he stood, leaning against the wall.

Jin slowly shook his head, “It’s not going to need stitches or anything, but I would suggest at least getting it checked out by an actual doctor when you can. At the very least, I think it’ll scar.”

“That’s a shame,” You mumbled to yourself. “You got some medicine for him, Jin?”

You received a nod in response before he began to dig through the case he had brought with him.

“This is some ointment you can put on the cut while it’s healing,” Taehyung held out his hand as he was given a tube from Seokjin’s case. “And I’m going to give you some gauze to cover it with, so it doesn’t get dirt in it or anything.”

Seemingly finished, Jin turned his attention to you with a smile before he began to pull your heels off of your feet. You winced in pain when he grabbed the ankle you had injured earlier, receiving an apologetic smile in return.

“It’s swelling a little bit,” He said, frowning as he examined you. “I think you may have sprained it…”

“Well shit, _____,” Jimin growled, finally pushing himself off the wall. “What the hell even happened?”

“Jimin,” You groaned, already feeling a headache begin to sink into your skull and not wanting to deal with a worked up Park Jimin at this time of night. He was your best friend but sometimes he acted like a complete mother hen, even rivaling Seokjin, that could drive you absolutely insane.

“No, you’re not getting out of explaining this,” Jimin snapped, placing his hands on his hips.

“Fine,” You sighed exasperatedly. “I was almost mugged.”

There was a beat of silence following it before Jimin erupted.

“WHAT!” He cried, immediately flocking over to you, knocking Seokjin out of the way as he was trying to wrap your injured limb. “Why didn’t you call me sooner?! God, why do you insist on going out so late by yourself?! I bet you were drinking too, weren’t you?! Oh my go-what am I going to do with you?!”

“Jimin, I swear to god, I will strangle you if you don’t shut up!” You threatened, glaring up at your worried best friend, who immediately quieted after your threat. “I didn’t call because my phone was broken in the struggle, but Taehyung saved me!”

“What?” Jimin asked, sounding shocked, looking at Taehyung in shock. “You weren’t just a guy she was bringing home?”

Taehyung blushed lightly at the assumption Jimin made. “No, I just met her on the street when she ran into me.”

“It takes one hell of a man to fight a mugger for a random damsel in distress,” Seokjin muttered, looking up at Taehyung in amazement. “That’s great though, thank you for helping her out.”

“I-It was no problem,” Taehyung quickly said, shaking his head and blushing at the praise.

‘Cute,’ you thought, smiling to yourself.

“Now, ______,” Seokjin said, finally finishing wrapping your foot in a bandage. “That should help for the night, but in the morning you seriously need to check in with your doctor.”

“Yeah yeah,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes as you attempted to wave him off.

“Jimin,” Jin sighed, shaking his head at you. “Make sure she goes to the doctor tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah,” Jimin nodded, helping his friend stand up. “Of course I will. And again, thank you for coming so late tonight, I really appreciate it.”

“I’m always here for you guys,” Jin chuckled, toeing his shoes back on before opening the door. “I’ll call to make sure everything’s okay tomorrow, _____!”

You waved your hand in annoyance without even turning to look at him, “You’ll have to call Jimin, mine’s broken, remember?”

Jimin and Jin paused at the door to laugh with each other at how troublesome you could be before Jimin gave Jin a quick one-armed hug as thanks. Before he was out of sight, he made sure to wish Jin a safe trip home, even thought he didn’t live far at all. Jin was careful, more careful than you were that’s for sure, so there was no real reason for anyone to worry about him. Still, Jimin extended the well-wish fr his friend anyway.

“Well,” Jimin sighed, looking over at you two on the couch. “You need anything?”

“Nah,” You mumbled, looking over your shoulder to the door. “I think we can manage on our own!”

“Well then, I’m going to head home,” Jimin said, sliding his shoes back on where he’d kicked them off against the wall. “Take care, _____,”

“You got it!” You grinned at him, giving him a wave.

Once the door was shut, you turned to look at Taehyung who was busy buttoning his shirt back up.

“I guess I better get back,” He said, standing up with the medical supplies he was given in his hand. You noted the way he didn’t say ‘home’ as a normal person would, which only made your heart ache. You couldn’t let this man, who had risked his life to protect you, go back to sleep on the cold streets.

“Why don’t you stay the night?” You asked out of the blue, not missing the way his head snapped up to look at you in shock. “You can take a shower, or bath if you’d like and I can make some breakfast in the morning.”

“Y-Really?” He whispered, his voice giving out. “Are you sure?”

You furrowed your brows, wondering why he was so shocked.

“Well yeah,” You chuckled. “Hasn’t anyone let you stay with them?”

“No…not really…” He mumbled, glancing down at his feet. You followed his gaze, frowning when you saw how worn out and dirty his socks were. He probably didn’t have another pair, if you had to guess.

“What about your friends?” You asked, feeling slightly guilty for prying.

“All my friends are street rats,” He said softly, scratching the back of his head nervously. “A-Anyway, about that shower…”

“Oh right,” You slowly stood up, wincing at how sore your ankle was, but limped on it anyway. “I’ll show you,”

Taehyung quickly caught up to you, grabbing your arm and linking it around his neck to help you keep weight off of it. You smiled and muttered a soft ‘thank you’ that caused him to beam his boxy smile at you.

“The bathroom’s right here,” You said, stopping and opening the wooden door. Taehyung hesitantly released you and made sure you were balanced before he stepped inside. “There are towels in the cabinet up there and there should be some of Jimin’s shampoo and whatnot under the sink if you don’t feel like using my girly stuff,” You teased softly, making Taehyung chuckle.

“I wouldn’t care if it was your girly stuff anyway, it feels like ages since I had a proper shower,” He said, opening the cabinet under the sink to browse what was there.

“Well,” You said softly. “Take as much time as you need, I don’t mind. I’m going to head to sleep. If you decide to stay there’s a spare room down the hall, it’s the one with a ribbon on the doorknob.”

You could see Taehyung nod to you as he read the bottle of shampoo in his hands. With a small smile, you shut the door before limping down the hallway. Once you reached your dark bedroom, you immediately collapsed onto your bed, groaning at how nice it was to feel the familiar softness of your pillows beneath your head. Without even changing, you closed your eyes and listened to the sound of the shower starting up before you felt yourself drift off to dreamland.

You woke to sunlight drifting in through the blinds in your window, blinking several times to clear away the haze that settled in your sleep. Stretching your stiff limbs, you sat up in bed quickly realizing with a soft chuckle that you fell asleep without even getting under the blankets.

“Or changing my clothes,” You uttered to yourself, wincing as you felt how dry your throat was.

You slid off of your bed before getting onto your feet, immediately wincing as you put pressure on your injured ankle, a sore reminder that you needed to see a doctor. Taking care not to hurt yourself too much, you wriggled out of your skin-tight dress from last night in favor of a nice pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt you stole from Jimin after he left it in your bathroom after a shower one night.

Limping out of your room, you crossed the hall to the spare bedroom, hesitating for a moment before knocking on the door. There was a moment of silence before you heard shuffling on the other side right before the door creaked open.

“Y-Yeah?” Taehyung asked as he peeked through the crack in the door. His voice was even deeper than it was from last night, raspy as well, you noted. His hair was a mess of bedhead, a result of a good night’s sleep.

“I’m going to make some breakfast, I just wanted to let you know so you can take another shower if you want,” You said, keeping your voice soft, feeling that it was too early in your day to speak any louder.

He broke out into a closed-lip smile, laughing enthusiastically as he swung the door open. You quickly realized why he was only speaking through the crack in the door; he was dressed only in a pair of boxers.

“Can I…you know…help you? It’s been such a long time since I actually cooked…” You could see a brief flash of sadness in his eyes before he smiled boyishly at you.

“Yeah of course you can help!” You giggled, escorting him to the kitchen.

“How’s your ankle by the way?” Your brows raised when he asked, for some reason not expecting him to care.

“It’s a little sore,” You shrugged, opening fridge to pull out the eggs. “How do you like bacon? Or do you prefer sausage?”

“I like them both,” He said softly, wandering around your kitchen to look at everything.

“Both it is then!” You giggled at the way his eyes widened a bit at your words. You briefly wonder when the last time he actually ate was, but you shook the thought away quickly when you felt sadness settle into your heart. “Can you grab a pan out of that shelf in front of you?”

Taehyung followed your finger and opened the cabinet, pulling out the first pan he found there. You set it on the stove, pouring a small amount of oil into it before starting the stove with a click of the knob.

“How do you like your eggs?” You asked as you waited for the oil to heat up, glancing at him standing there, shirtless and mindlessly scratching at the bandage on his chest.

“However you want to make it, it’ll be delicious.” He said, smiling at you in a way that made his eyes crease up cutely.

A pop from the pan brought your attention back to the task at hand. After plucking an egg from the box, you cracked it and deposited it into the pan, resulting in the kitchen being filled with a sizzling sound.

“Can I help with anything?” Taehyung asked over the sound of cooking egg while you added salt and pepper to it.

“Uh yeah,” You nodded your head toward a cabinet near his feet. “Grab the skillet out of there and add some oil to it and start cooking the bacon for me?”

“I’ve never cooked bacon, but I’ll try.” He said, doing as you said and taking the skillet out.

As he stood beside you, you realized he was quite a bit taller than you and you could feel his body heat from how close he was. His bangs fell into his eyes as he turned the knob to the stove to start the eye up before pouring in some oil.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you along the way,” You said, adding a teasing tilt to your voice that made him giggle softly- a sound that, for some reason, made your heart race.

‘It’s because he’s cute,’ You mused to yourself, focusing on cooking the meal.

It took nearly an hour to cook everything, but when it was completed, your house smelled divine. Taehyung sat at the table, practically vibrating with excitement and foaming at the mouth as you put the plates on the table.

“Well,” You sighed as you took a seat, feeling the effects of standing on your injured foot for so long. “Dig in!”

With eyes lit like a Christmas tree, he took his fork and began to shovel some onto his plate before he took a bite, practically shoving an egg whole into his mouth. You were filled with something warm as you watched him eat your food like this, you’d never seen someone enjoy your cooking this much-even if it was only eggs and bacon and sausage. It made you happy to know he was at least getting a good meal. As he took big gulps of orange juice, you swear you could see his complexion brighten from its previous dull, ashy look.

You were mid bite of a link of sausage when your front door opened, your alarm system dinging to alert you that someone had come in. Jimin came waltzing in, obviously drawn by the smell judging by the way he stole a piece of bacon with a grin.

“Whatcha got there?” You asked, gesturing to the bag he carried in his free hand while he stuffed his stolen bacon into his mouth.

“Oh right,” Jimin held the bag out to Taehyung who took it with a furrow in his brows. “Some clothes of mine, yours were ruined last night, right?”

“I can’t take this!” Taehyung cried, immediately trying to give them back to Jimin.

“After you saved my best friend’s ass last night, I owe you at least this much.” Jimin said with a smile, turning and walking out of the kitchen. “Go change, you two!”

You took a few more moments to finish eating with Taehyung, listening to Jimin laugh at something on your TV from his place on the living room couch. When you finished eating, Taehyung helped you put the dishes in the sink, trying to insist he would clean them but you denied, claiming you’d finish them later when you got home.

Going back to your bedroom, you hurriedly began to put on your clothes. When you finished getting dressed, you could hear Taehyung and Jimin talking animatedly about something with their animated laughter drifting through your home, drawing a smile onto your own face at the sound of Jimin’s infectious laugh. Walking out, you were surprised to see Taehyung wearing the clothes Jimin had given him.

“Wait,” You said with a smirk, catching their attention. “Aren’t those Jungkook’s clothes?”

“Yeah…” Jimin giggled, rubbing the back of his neck. “He left them at my place ages ago when he stayed over, I just never gave them back so…anyway, Taehyung here has better use for them!”

“I won’t argue with that,” You said, walking to your door to slide your shoes on, taking care not to hurt your ankle anymore than it already was. “He has what seems like a billion of those white t-shirts.”

“Taehyung here was just saying that he’s gotta head back,” Jimin said, pulling his own shoes on from where he had kicked them off when he entered unannounced.

“What? Are you sure?” You asked, looking at Taehyung as he slipped on his worn-out shoes.

“Yeah,” He said, running a hand through his freshly washed hair. “I gotta get back to my friends and back to performing, you know? Gotta make money somehow.”

Biting your lip, you gave him a small nod. “Alright, if that’s what you want.”

You were advised by your doctor to take things easy for a while to avoid pain and more injury to your ankle. You sat at home for days, feeling as if the walls were closing in on you every second you were confined. Staying at home wasn’t your forte, you were a busy-body, enjoying being out and about and getting things done so having to stay in one place for so long was close to torture for you.

Finally, the day came where you were allowed to leave and you decided to do some grocery shopping as a celebration of being free. Being stuck at home for so long caused you to binge eat, resulting in a low supply of food when you were once over-stocked on things to eat.

With you arms full of groceries, you walked down the street towards your apartment with a smile on your face. It felt so good to feel the sun on your skin again and the breeze in your hair.

‘Why am I so dramatic…’ You mused, chuckling softly.

“Just fuck off, filthy street rat,” A man spat from the entrance of an alleyway. You paused for a moment, startled by the hostility in the stranger’s voice. “Begging on the streets like this, who do you think you are? Go get a job like the rest of us!”

Whoever the man was bullying didn’t seem to respond, making him scoff, spitting on the ground before he stalked away. Waiting until you were sure no one was around, you wandered over to the person he had yelled at.

“Oh my god!” You cried as you saw Taehyung on his hands and knees, panting with his hair matted to his face with what you only hoped was sweat and not blood. “Taehyung, are you alright?”

“_-_____?” He asked, looking up at you to expose a split lip and swelling eye where a bruise was setting in. “Of course it’s you who found me…”

“W-What do you mean?” You asked softly, kneeling down in front of him as he sat up and wiped a stray bead of blood off of his lip.

“This is the third time we’ve met,” He chuckled softly, wincing at the pain in his lip as he smiled. “I think this is what they call ‘fate’.”

“Now’s not the time for jokes,” You sighed, reaching down and grabbing his arm, making sure not to drop your groceries to the ground.

With Taehyung on unstable feet, he held onto you as he walked with you. Before you could protest, he took some of your groceries citing that it was ‘the least he could do’. So, you swallowed your protests and helped him the 3 blocks back to your apartment complex.

Taehyung seemed to have remembered the way to your place as he easily took the lead in the way there. You were surprised, expecting him to be feeling a little weak after being beaten but he just dropped your groceries in the kitchen and took a seat on the couch with a sigh.

“Let me take care of your cuts, Taehyung,” You said softly, pulling out the first aid kit you kept in your kitchen above the fridge.

When you entered the living room, Taehyung had leaned his head against the back of the couch and his brows were furrowed in pain. When you sat down beside him, the first aid kit in hand, he looked up at you. For what feels like the 500th time, you were able to admire how good looking he was with his bangs falling messily in his eyes.

“Go ahead,” He said, suddenly sounding a little drowsy.

You gave him a sympathetic smile as you opened up the kit, pulling out little pack of alcohol wipes. As soon as it touched the cut on his lip he hissed and pulled away from you.

“Shit, that burns!” He growled, shocking you by the sudden roughness of his voice. You blinked several times, trying to clear your head of the heat that drifted over you.

“S-Sorry…I’m just trying to clean it…” You whispered, surprising yourself at the weakness in your voice.

“I know,” He said, one side of his mouth sliding up in a half-baked smirk before he rested his hand on your head, affectionately ruffling your hair. Your eyes felt like they were as wide as dinner plates at the sudden gesture. “Go on ahead then.”

Shaking yourself out of it, you used to alcohol wipe to clean the cut, making sure it was free of blood and dirt while also making sure he wasn’t in too much pain from it. Once it was finished, you dropped the used wipe and wrapper on your table before closing the kit and placing it on the table as well.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” He said softly, bringing his finger to touch his lip.

“Why don’t you go take a shower,” You smiled as his eyes lit up at the mention of your shower. “When you come out you can put an ice-pack on that eye and we can eat, alright?”

Nodding enthusiastically, he rushed to the bathroom, shutting the door quietly before starting the shower. Once you were alone, you let out a sight and pressed a hand to your heart, wondering why it was beating so much.

“Maybe because he’s so charming…” You mumbled to yourself as you wandered to your kitchen, ready to make a nice dinner with your freshly-bought groceries.

While you put things away from the shopping bags, you kept out the chicken and noodles -having decided to make some Fettuccine Alfredo for Taehyung to enjoy. For some reason, the thought of him enjoying your cooking once again brought a smile to your face. He looked so happy when he ate, it was truly endearing, and you wanted to see it more often. You wanted to cook for him more often. You interrupted your own thoughts by shaking your head before you quickly distracted yourself by cooking.

By the time dinner was done, Taehyung was out of the shower with a towel drying his hair. He grinned at you, looking like a new man after his shower with his tanned skin clean and dewy fresh. His eye seemed to have swollen a little bit more and you sighed softly, making him cock his head at you curiously.

“What’s with the sighing, little lady?” He asked with a grin.

“We gotta take care of that eye,” You mumbled, motioning to the table for him to sit down. “I’ll get you an ice pack after we eat, dig in.”

Once again Taehyung wolfed the food down, making little hums of contentment. You quietly ate your own food, a small smile on your face as he quickly began to work on his second bowl.

“Is it good?” You asked, blushing when he furiously nodded with his mouth full.

“The best food I’ve ever tasted!” He licked his lips free of the creamy sauce before shoving another bite into his mouth. You smiled, finishing your own bowl and leaving the table to place it in the sink, vowing to clean it later.

“Let me do the dishes,” Taehyung said, taking his now empty bowl to the sink.

You shook your head, placing it beside your own. “You need to ice that eye!”

“Oh right,” He said, gingerly touching his bruised cheekbone.

“Have a seat, I’ll bring it to you,”

“Thanks,” He said, placing a friendly hand on your waist that made your heart jump into your throat, before he left.

With the icepack in hand, you took a seat beside him on the couch where he was staring out the window beside him at the nightscape of Seoul. He gingerly placed it on his eye, sighing at how nice the cool ice felt on his heated skin. A comfortable silence drifted between you two that you didn’t seem to want to break, the only sounds being the bustling city below with car horns and sirens.

“No ones ever really let me into their home like this before, you know,” Taehyung’s voice was almost inaudible even with him sat beside you. “most people just see me as a street trash.”

“That’s why that man beat you up today?” You questioned, keeping your voice low to not disturb the atmosphere.

Taehyung solemnly nodded, keeping his eyes casted on the window. “He saw me playing for cash last night, it’s really typical for the ‘Upstanding Citizens to Take Care of the Street Rats.’” His voice turned harsh and his eyes turned cold as the anger and resentment settled into his heart. “As if I chose to be homeless.”

“This has happened before?” Your eyes widened as you realized he might have been living on the streets for longer than you thought since he was so young -couldn’t be older than 25.

“Ever since I was 16 I’ve dealt with this shit,” Taehyung spat, shaking his head as he closed his eyes, seeming to be lost in thought. “My dad kicked me out after my mom died, he started drinking and said he couldn’t afford to pay for me anymore. I haven’t seen him since, I heard from an old acquaintance he died or something. To tell you the truth, I don’t really care.”

“That’s horrible,” You muttered, placing a sympathetic hand on his back. “How’d you start performing then?”

“My mom got me into music and I decided to learn the saxophone,” He shrugged, taking the icepack off of his eye and placing it on the table. “when I needed to make money on the streets, it seemed the logical decision to just play. It’s worked pretty well, I don’t always make the most money but I can at least get some ramen to eat at night.”

“Well, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want,” You smiled, standing up while grabbing his discarded icepack and first aid kit. “I really don’t mind.”

“I’ll stay a couple days, at least until my cuts completely heal,” He sighed, laying his head on the arm rest of the couch. “my pretty face is what gets me money, you know!”

“Pfft, sure, whatever you say!” You put the icepack back in the freezer for Taehyung to get to later if he needed. “I’m going to head off to bed, you can go to the spare room whenever you want.”

The mornings for the following days were filled with laughter and Taehyung getting the chance to stuff himself full of your food. It also boosted your ego to see him enjoy your food for four days straight. It was definitely an understatement to say you enjoyed your time with Taehyung in your home. You would spend a while after meals doing dishes together, and then you would both watch TV until one of you ended up crashing. There was one night you even found yourself in bed in the morning, when questioned about it Taehyung simply blushed and brushed you off.

When the day came where he decided to hit the road again, you were filled with a explicit sadness that you couldn’t -or didn’t want to- explain.

“Are you sure?” You asked, feeling a sad quiver in your voice as you spoke. “I’ve really enjoyed having you around, you know?”

Taehyung gently placed his hand on your head, a gesture you had grown accustomed to over the last four days. “I can’t burden you, sweetheart. It’ll be fine!”

“You’re not a burden though,” You muttered, poking your bottom lip out in a pout, making him smile.

“I’ll see you later, alright?”

“How do you know?” You whispered, looking up at him through your lashes.

“We’ve got some fate shit going on!” He chuckled, wrenching open the door before blowing a playful kiss your way.

The slam of the door signified his departure and you were left standing in the apartment. It suddenly felt much emptier than ever before.

“I don’t know about this…” You mumbled, looking around towards the entrance of the alleyway. “I don’t want to get into trouble.”

“Oh it’s no big deal!” Jieun’s boyfriend Daehyun chuckled as he blew out the smoke from his mouth. “I promise nothing bad will happen.”

“C’mon Dae, if she doesn’t want to…” Jieun defended, nudging her boyfriend playfully.

“I just don’t want her to feel left out,” Daehyun chuckled, holding out the blunt towards you.

“Don’t be boring, _____,” Junhong chided with a scoff.

“I’m not boring,” You spat, feeling aggravated by this boy even though you’ve only known him for 15 minutes. You had no idea how Jieun dealt with this crowd.

“Then take a hit!” Youngjae pestered, poking you in the side, resulting in you smacking his hands away.

“Fine, jeez!” You snatched the blunt from Daehyun’s outstretched fingers with a nasty glare on your face.

You examined it in your fingers, nearly burnt out from the boys and Jieun taking hits. Licking your lips, you brought it to your mouth, squinting as you inhaled the toxic-tasting air. You held it in a little bit before letting out your breath. Suddenly, you were overcome by the urge to cough -causing the boys to laugh at you.

“It’s not fu-unny…” You choked out, gasping in a breath with tears in your eyes.

“_____?”

All eyes turned towards the entrance of the alleyway at the call of your name.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Taehyung?” You whispered, dropping the blunt from your fingers as he advanced towards you.

“Hey man, what’s the deal?” Junhong groaned from where he leaned against the wall.

Taehyung didn’t even spare him a glance as he stalked up to you, wrapping a strong hand around your wrist before dragging you off You could hear Jieun cry your name before Daehyun told her not to worry about it.

“T-Tae, wait a second!” You whined, trying to pull your wrist from his hold.

Judging by the ominous aura that surrounded his wide shoulders, you could tell he was pissed off. He took wide steps that you struggled to keep up with in your heels. People passing by looked at the two of you, some in shock and some in worry. You quickly registered that he was taking you back to your place since he memorized the buildings surrounding your home.

“Get inside,” He growled once he tore open your front door, gently shoving you inside. You rushed into your home, kicking off the heels that had begun to hurt your feet. Once the door slammed shut, he whirled towards you in a rage. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You cried, not used to anyone yelling at you like this.

“Drugs, ____? Really?” He hissed, kicking his shoes off in a fit, making them hit the wall loudly.

“Wh-It was just one hit of pot!” You scoffed, finding this whole ordeal ridiculous.

“That’s how it starts, _____! Are you stupid?!”

“Woah, hey,” You cried, feeling tears sting your eyes at his harsh words. “You don’t get to talk to me like that!”

“Well, if you’re going to be another stupid junkie, I don’t really care!” He spat back, gaze unforgiving at the tears slowly sliding down your cheeks. It was one thing you hated about yourself, you cried when you fought with people.

“Why does this bother you so much?” You asked, voice dropping several octaves in response to your tears.

“I tired pot once too, you know,” He said, eyes still fiery in his anger. “And then I tried it some more and when that stopped making me feel good I started trying more drugs.”

“I don’t-“

“And before I knew it, I was down shit creek and all my friends left me and I dropped out of school and I was kicked out on my ass by my dad,” He whispered the last part, running a hand through his mussed hair.

“That’s why he kicked you out?” You asked, slowly lowering yourself to sit on the couch.

He nodded, finally seeming to calm down as he sat beside you. “After my mom died, I fell into a depression. My dad started drinking and I started looking for a way to make things feel better for a while. I stopped caring the harder the drugs got and then my dad got tired of it and threw me out. I don’t want anything like that to happen to you, _____.”

“Tae,” You shook your head, finally relaxing your body. “I only tried it to get those assholes to stop pestering me. I was a little curious but all it did was burn the hell out of my throat, trust me when I say it wasn’t pleasant.”

“I want to look after you, ____, I don’t know why, I just…care about you now.” He chuckled, looking down at his hands bashfully.

“The offer to stay with me is still open, you know…” You mumbled, meeting his eyes sharply.

He locked gazes with you, biting his lip before smiling, giving you a nod of approval at your words. Before you could register that he was moving, he cupped your cheek and pulled your lips to meet his. You were shocked for a moment, feeling sparks ignite between you before you smiled and kissed him back. His eyes slid closed, his eyelashes brushing against your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

“That was nice,” You chided once he pulled away.

Grinning, he pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Yeah…it was…still want me to stay here?”

“I’d love to have you,” You replied.

2 weeks passed with Taehyung in your constant company. He did a lot of housework, siting that it was the least he could do since you gave him a place to call home.

One day, you were both sitting on the couch with the TV playing something in the background. Your nose was buried into a book you had to read for an upcoming essay for class so it took you a good little while to notice that Taehyung was unusually quiet.

Looking up, you saw him staring blankly ahead at the TV, clearly not really watching what was happening. Furrowing your brows, you placed the book on your lap.

“Tae?” You called him, waiting for a response for a few seconds before you realized he hadn’t even heard you. With a careful hand, you placed in on his shoulder, watching him jump before whipping his head to look at you.

“W-What is it?” He mumbled, peering at you through his bangs you had offered to cut for him but he claimed he looked best with longer hair.

“You okay?” You asked, keeping your hand on his shoulder.

He looked down, biting his lip before shaking his head. “I’m just…worried about my friends.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, folding your arms over your chest as you waited.

“Well, out on the streets me and my friends Yoongi and Hoseok stayed together and made money together. It’s how we survived,” He said with a sigh. “I’m just worried about how they’re holding up and…I miss them, you know?”

“Well why didn’t you say anything?” You chastisized, getting up to move into the kitchen, swinging open the refrigerator with Taehyung trailing behind you.

“What’re you doing?” He asked, peeking over your bent figure.

“Making some food for your friends and then we can go and see them!” You said cheerfully as you stood up with an armful of vegetables and meat, prepared to make a delicious meal.

“R-Really? You’d do that?” He asked, round eyes wide in surprised.

“Of course,” You smiled, placing everything down on the counter. “They’re important to you and you’re important to me so they’re important to me too…uh…by association!”

Taehyung blinked owlishly for several seconds before bursting into a dazzling smile that made your heartrate accelerate. “Alright, let’s make some delicious food for them then!”

Almost 2 hours later you had concocted a picnic basket full of food for Taehyung’s friends. The smell alone was making your stomach growl, signaling how hungry you were. But you knew it could wait as Taehyung took the heavy basket and began to walk to the door.

“I can’t wait for you to meet them, they’re really great guys,” He gushed, closing the door behind him when you both made it to the hallway.

“Tell me about them,” You said, walking with Taehyung as he escorted you to the location of his previous dwelling.

“Well Yoongi-hyung is the oldest, he’s been on the streets for a really long time. He wanted to pursue music when he was young but his parents were totally against it and when he started to do it in secret, you know produce mixtapes and make money to save up for college…well, his parents found out,” Taehyung sighed, adjusting his grip on the basket. “They threw him out and he’s been on the streets ever since, before we met he told me he was sleeping in subways and bathrooms.”

“Wow that’s so terrible…” You whispered, biting your lip. “I can see where you two would get along though, you both like music!”

“Yeah, exactly!” Taehyung giggled, looking at you with bright eyes. “Hobi-hyung enjoys music too but he dances. He doesn’t really like to talk about how he ended up on the streets, but as far as I know…he ran away from home.”

You couldn’t quite understand the appeal of leaving a roofed home for a place like the streets of Seoul of all places. But, there must have been a reason, you mused, for someone to leave home like that.

Crossing the street at the pedestrian-crossing area, you were able to follow Taehyung down an alleyway, taking a few turns before you arrived at a dead end.

There was a barrel that clearly had a fire going in it, what looked like a little fort made of forts and boxes was set up -you assumed for shelter. Around the fire two men sat drinking out of water bottles with smiles on their faces.

“Yoongi-hyung! Hobi-hyung!” Taehyung cried, rushing over to the two with a smile on his face.

“Woah! Tae!” One of them cried, launching out of his seat and hugging Taehyung tightly while the other looked over the two of them fondly.

“Hobi-hyung, meet _____,” Taehyung introduced, gesturing your over to them.

The one now identified as Hoseok, shockingly, gave you a tight hug. With wide eyes, you hugged him back-not used to such friendly people in the city.

“So, you’re the one who stole our little Taehyung away, huh?” Yoongi called from his seat. When Hoseok released you from his hug you saw Yoongi holding a teasing grin across his face.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” You muttered, suddenly feeling shy with all the attention on you.

Taehyung, as if he could feel your awkwardness, held up the basket happily. “We made you guys some food!”

“Woah, really?” Hoseok cheered, stealing the basket and placing it beside the fire.

“Have a seat, you two,” Yoongi gestured to the spare two crates they were using as chairs.

You sat down beside Yoongi, adjusting yourself as you got comfortable. Hoseok was rooting through the basket, making various sounds of approval at what he saw.

“How’s life been treating you two?” Yoongi asked, grabbing a sandwich from Hoseok’s hand and unwrapping the cling-wrap from it.

“Things have been really good, hyung,” Taehyung responded, looking over at you with a smile. “I feel really good.”

“You look good,” Hoseok added. “Your skin looks much healthier and you’ve gained some weight.”

“______ feeds me well,” He said bashfully, biting his lip as he fought a smile.

“Mmm, I can imagine I’d gain a good 40lbs eating food like this too,” Yoongi groaned, clearly enjoying the taste in his mouth. “This is incredible.”

You could see where Taehyung got his love for food now. From Yoongi. Taehyung, as if reading your thoughts, blushed and shook his head.

“Thank you for watching over him, ______.” Hoseok said, after he finished his own sandwich. “We’re really grateful at least he’s met someone to care for him.”

“I-It’s no problem really…” You denied, shaking your head at them. “I’m really happy to do it. Taehyung is an amazing guy and it’s been really great having him around.”

“He really is lucky,” Yoongi chuckled. “Good food, a roof over his head, and a good person taking care of him. He’s still a kid at heart so I hope he’s been good.”

“Hyung!” Taehyung cried, shoving his friends shoulder, making the older laugh. “I have been nothing but respectful!”

“That doesn’t mean much coming from you, Mr. Charmer!” Hoseok added to the teasing, making Taehyung whine in defeat.

“See how badly they bully me, _____?!” He cried, tossing his head back dramatically.

“I see nothing,” You shrugged, looking off to the side, making Hoseok and Yoongi burst out into laughter.

You sat up for a few hours after you got home, watching some late-night TV. Taehyung was tired after having a good time with his friends, that he went straight to sleep when you got home. You could feel your abs hurting from how much the three of them made you laugh that night.

You could hear Taehyung’s light snoring from his bedroom as you made your way to your bedroom. Once inside, you flicked on the light and shut the door with a soft click. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you found your contact labeled ‘Namjoon’.

The line rung a few times before he picked up with a raspy ‘hello?’

“Namjoon,” You said with a smile, happy to hear your friends voice. “I hate to call you this late, but it’s kind of urgent…”

“Hm? What is it?” He asked, sounding more awake now.

“Do you…by chance, have a job opening at your restaurant?”

“Are you…looking for a job?” He asked while yawning over the line. “I thought you were waiting until you finished Uni to get a job?”

“Not for me,” You replied, shaking your head even though he couldn’t see it. “I have a friend, he plays the saxophone and I know you said something about looking for someone to play music.”

“Well, I haven’t found anyone,” Namjoon responded. “I’ll give him an interview, how’s that sound?”

“I’d be really grateful to you, Namjoon,” You whispered, unable to contain your smile. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, _____.”

The sound of your door opening is what woke you up. When you opened your eyes, you could see Taehyung smiling from the doorway.

“Wakey, wakey,” He cooed, giggling at your confused face. “I cooked some eggs for you!”

“What? Really?” You asked, sitting up in bed. He was still wearing his pajamas and his hair was an absolute wreck. He looked…. adorable.

“Before we eat,” You mumbled, gesturing him over to you. “I have something to tell you.”

“Are you pregnant?” He asked jokingly as he sat down on the edge of your bed.

Scoffing, you shoved him playfully in the shoulder. “I got you a job interview, thank you very much!”

“What-Really?” He asked, smile dropping into a wide-eyed look of surprise. “You did?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, smiling bashfully at him. “It’s at a friend of mine’s restaurant, he’s looking for someone to play music.”

“Y-You…what?”

You smiled at his utter bewilderment, placing a hand on his head in a fashion similar to what he did to you on occasion.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked out of the blue, staring at your lips.

Without a moment of hesitation, you nodded. The feeling of his lips on yours was indescribable, his scent surrounded you and you could taste mint from his toothpaste he used earlier in the morning. His hand came around to cup the back of your head. Your eyes slid shut as he deepened the kiss, using his tongue to lightly trace over the seam of your lips.

At the taste of him, you couldn’t help the small whimper than escaped from you. In response to the tempting sound, Taehyung groaned into your lips, gently pushing you to lay down on the bed. Your heartrate began to accelerate at the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

“Can I…touch you?” He asked, voice shaky, as if he was afraid of your rejection.

Blushing, you gave him a nod, gently taking one of his hands and leading it to your breast, covered by the sports bra you were planning to wear to bed. He groaned appreciatively, squeezing your breast gently once before slipping his hand beneath the band of your bra.

The feeling of his bare hand, rough from playing his instrument and living on the streets, brushing against your sensitive nipple had you keening. You quickly pulled your bra up, over your breasts, too lazy to actually take it off your body. Either way, Taehyung moaned appreciatively, enjoying the site of your breasts bared to him.

“God, you’ve made me so hard,” He whined, licking his lips as he pinched your nipples, making your hips arch against his.

“Y-Yeah, you are…” You whispered, gently grinding against his hard cock through your sweats and his slacks. “Can I…can I see you?”

“R-Really?” He choked out, looking down to see your lust-filled eyes locked on the tend in his pants.

With shaky hands, he left his grip on your breast in favor of tugging his belt off, dropping it on the floor and unbuttoning his pants. You were practically drooling by the time he pulled his cock out of its confines. It was already leaking at the tip from how aroused he had become from you.

Feeling confident, you wrapped your hand around him, smirking when he tossed his head back to moan. The velvety smooth skin beneath your palm was hot to the touch and pulsing in his arousal. You wished you could wrap your lips around his tip and taste all the precum he was oozing on your hand. Hissing, he gently fucked himself into your palm, making you smirk at how needy he was.

“Fuck, I need to touch you,” He growled, shamelessly shoving his hand into your sweats and panties. “Holy fuck, you’re wet,”

“I-It’s because of you…” You whimpered, grinding into the fleeting touch he left on your swollen clit.

“Is that so? The sight of my cock got you dripping, huh?” You don’t know what you were expecting from him in bed, but you definitely didn’t judge him to be a dirty talker. Either way, it had you even more turned on to hear his deep voice saying such filthy things to you with his hand stuffed in your panties.

He didn’t waste a single second before he sunk his middle finger into you, crooking it up to meet your g-spot, making your hips arch into his touch. You gently squeezed his cock, slowly beginning to pump him in time to his thrusts of his finger.

“A-Add another,” You whimpered, biting your lip as you anticipated the stretch his long fingers would give you.

Your eyes closed, and your grip tightened around him, making him growl in pleasure, as he sunk another finger into you, making your walls stretch. The feeling is just what you wanted and with him abusing your g-spot, you could feel yourself growing close. It had been so long since another person gave you a much-deserved orgasm, that you were feeling embarrassingly sensitive to his every move.

You doubled your efforts for him, wanting him to reach his own end along with you. You were feeling desperate to see him orgasm, hear the sounds he would make. Would he moan your name or just give a deep, breathy moan in the throws of pleasure?

“Fuck, babygirl,” He growled, pumping his hips as you worked his cock in your slick fist. “Just like that, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“M-My clit, Tae…” You whimpered, feeling the sensitive bud throb with neglect.

“Not until I cum, sweetheart,” He whispered, biting his bottom lip and furrowing his brows in concentration as he watched your pump his thick shaft. His precum was leaking all over your fist, making slick sounds erupt in the room.

He began to pant as you doubled your efforts, wanting to cum along with him. His head fell back, exposing the flawless expanse of his neck that you suddenly longed to mark up. You couldn’t though, because of his work.

“Here I cum, baby,” He grunted, pressing his thumb against your needy clit.

The sudden stimulation had your pace faltering, but Taehyung didn’t seem to notice as streams of his cum spurted out onto your bare stomach, one reaching your breast. Even through his orgasm, he didn’t let up on working his fingers into you.

You tossed your head back, releasing his softening cock as you fell over the edge into your own orgasm. Though the blood pumping through you ears you could hear Taehyung’s soft praises as your walls clenched rhythmically around his digits.

Once your body relaxed against the bed, he pulled his hand out of your panties. With hazy eyes you watched him pop his soaked fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back into his head as he tasted you. You could see his cock twitch back to life as he tasted you and you grinned, launching yourself at him with a giggle.

Taehyung let out a loud sigh as he entered your shared home, closing the door quietly behind him. He loosened his tight while he kicked his shoes off, happy to be free of what he labeled ‘The Most Uncomfortable Shoes in the World’.

“Tae, is that you?” You called from the bedroom, drawing his attention down the hallway, where he followed the sound of your furious typing.

“What’re you still doing up?” He asked, leaning on the door frame with a smile, happy to see you after a long day.

“Finishing up this essay, how was work?” You asked, barely even glancing at him.

He shrugged, wandering over to the bed. “Tiring but rewarding, I made over $200 in tips alone tonight.”

“No way!” You cried, finally looking up at him, revealing your dark circles under your eyes. “That’s incredible!”

“You should rest up, baby,” He chided, sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching towards your laptop and closing it. “It’s late.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” You smiled, picking up the laptop to place it on your bedside table. “What would I do without you?”

Taehyung shrugged and sighed dramatically, “Crash and burn probably,”

You both shared a smile as he proceeded to go through his night routine. The clock on your bedside read 11:23PM in blinking red lights by the time Taehyung crawled into bed.

Facing each other in the now dark room, you could barely make out a small smile on his lips. With wide eyes, he reached up and brushed his fingertips against the smooth skin of your cheek, pushing some stray hairs behind your ear.

“You’re so pretty,” He whispered, voice barely breaking through the calm darkness.

You were unable to hide the smile that split across your face at his sweet words. You sat up a little bit, licking your lips before pressing them against Taehyung’s smooth ones. He grunted softly, sliding his tongue into your mouth to get a taste of you, tanging a large hand in your hair as he pulled you to straddle his lap.

Beneath you, you could feel how his cock had begun to grow, twitching in his sweats as your shared kiss began to heat up. Beneath your hands, where you were using his chest to hold yourself up, you could feel how his heartrate sped up.

“Take your shirt off for me, baby,” He cooed, his breath fanning against your lips.

You sat up, smirking when he groaned at your movement on his hardening member. Grabbing your t-shirt by the hem, you yanked it up over your head and tossed it away. Taehyung bit his lip at the sight of your bare upper body, all for him, your perky breasts begging to be grabbed with cute pink nipples that he wanted to wrap his hot mouth around. You took his hand in yours, guiding them to your chest until his warm palms were wrapped around your breasts.

“Shit, baby,” He croaked, thumbing your nipples gently. You whimpered softly at the spark of pleasure it gave you, having his hands on your body like this. “You have perfect tits, don’t you?”

“Ah, Tae…” You whined, pushing your breasts further into his hands, watching his deft fingers pluck at your hardened nipples.

“Feel how hard I am?” He grunted, grinding himself against your clothed center.

“Fuck…yes,” You moaned, angling yourself so your clothed clit bumped against his hard shaft.

“Fuck this,” He growled, grabbing your waist and tossing you onto the bed before flipping himself over to hover above you. “Get naked for me, sweetheart,”

His lips suddenly became very busy as he nipped at your neck, wanting to leave a mark on your skin. With you head tilted back for his easy access, your thumbs hooked into your shorts and you shoved them down along with your pink cotton panties. You hadn’t realized you were so wet until you felt the cool air on your exposed center.

When your pants and panties were kicked off the bed, Taehyung detached himself from your neck after leaving a strawberry colored mark on your otherwise flawless skin. His lips trailed fire hot trails down your body, making a stop at your right nipple which he eagerly popped into his mouth. You at the feeling of his tongue swirling around the bud. Feeling your other bud being neglected, you reached up and pinched it.

“Fuck, that’s it, touch yourself for me,” He groaned against your breast. His other hand became busy as he forced your thighs apart, leaving your cunt exposed to his prodding fingers.

“Please, Tae,” You begged suddenly, looking down at him with wide eyes as you wrapped your fingers in his hair.

Smirking, he glanced up at you through his long bangs. “What is it, baby? What do you need?”

“I-I want you to eat me out…” You whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sound of your own voice saying such things out loud.

Taehyung merely groaned in response before he was suddenly sitting up and pushing your legs up against your chest until you were completely exposed to his lustful gaze. His tongue swiped over his lower lip as he looked at your wet, swollen lips dripping cream down to the sheets beneath you. Holding your thighs open, he descended and lightly dragged his tongue over your lips, moaning at the juices that collected on his tongue.

“Shit, you’re so sweet,” He growled, and it was as if something snapped in him because he was eating you like you were his last meal.

The sloppy noises he made as he slurped all your juices into your mouth was nothing short of pornographic. As soon as his tongue met your aching, neglected clit, you were a mess of cries and moans. To say that Taehyung was talented with his tongue would be an understatement, he was an absolute God with his tongue.

“Oh fuck, Taehyung,” You cried, arching your back off the mattress as you felt a familiar ache begin to settle in your stomach.

“Gonna cum already? I just started,” He teased, wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit and sucking until you yanked at his hair when it became too much.

“Y-Yes, I’m so close,” You cried, your nails scratching his scalp as the force you were holding onto his hair.

“Then cum,” He growled, swirling his tongue around your bud, making you sob when the pleasure finally erupted. Taehyung dutifully continued to suckle and lick your clit, working you through your orgasm until you couldn’t take it anymore. He smirked when he felt you squirming, desperately trying to get away from the unbearable overstimulation. “What’s wrong baby?” He chuckled.

“T-Too much, Tae!” You sobbed, trying to push his head away from your center as he continued to lay gentle licks to your sensitive clit.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away, grinning with his mouth glistening with your cum. Using his thumb, he cleaned up the corners of his mouth before licking them to collect the rest of your juices.

“Best pussy I’ve ever tasted, you know,” He whispered, sounding breathless from making you cum with his mouth.

Without warning, he stood up and pushed his sweats down, exposing his hard cock to your view. He had a delicious length to him that you couldn’t wait to feel filling you up. At your own dirty thought, you felt yourself clench around nothing, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Taehyung, who smirked in response.

“Get your sexy little ass over here,” He giggled, grabbing your ankles and yanking you down so your legs were hanging off the edge of the bed.

The cute expression quickly vanished as he sunk two fingers into your soaked entrance, making you whine at the sudden stretch. After pumping into you a couple times, he pulled his fingers out and wrapped them around his cock, smearing your juices down his length, mixing it with his precum.

“You ready, sweetheart?” He whispered, releasing his member as he stood between your spread legs.

“Please Tae, fuck me,” You begged, reaching above your head to grip the sheets in preparation for his entrance.

Smiling at you, he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, glancing at your face to make sure you were alright as he began to sink in. You were in heaven as he bottomed out, feeling spectacularly full of him with his shaft pressing perfectly against your g-spot.

Gripping your hips, Taehyung began a slow pace, letting you both get into the rhythm without cumming too fast. His eyes were fixated on the way your cunt stretched to accept him every time he plunged back into you. Your mind was a haze of complete lust, arching your hips to meet his thrusts, desperately trying to grind your clit into any skin you could every time he bottomed out.

It didn’t take long before Taehyung was unable to keep a slow pace, wanting you both to achieve all the pleasure possible. His hips sped up, fucking himself into your soaked walls desperately, tossing his head back as the pleasure began to build up.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet!” He growled, releasing your hip with one hand to drag his thumb over your swollen clit. “How’s my cock feel, sweetheart? Tell me,”

“S-So…fucking good, Tae,” You gasped out, eyes rolling back into your head as he angled his hips to abuse your g-spot in time to his circles on your clit.

“Your little clit is so swollen, bet you wanna cum real bad, huh?” He growled, carefully pushing the hood of the little bud back carefully, smirking when you flinched away at the oversensitive feeling of his finger on your exposed nerves.

“Fuck Tae, I’m gonna cum!” You shrieked, tossing your head to cry out.

Taehyung watched with lidded eyes as you exploded, your back arching and you crying out his name. You tossed your head back and forth while your body trembled, your thighs spasming around his hips while your walls clenched his cock, drawing out his own orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s it sweetheart, take my cum in that little pussy,” He grunted, feeling his cock twitch inside your spasming walls as you finished your orgasm.

By the time you were both done, and he was softening inside you, you were panting, sweating messes. Draping his body over yours, he found your lips and pressed a gentle kiss against them.

“Love you, Tae,” You whispered drowsily, watching the beaming smile you were taken by the first night you saw him performing on the street. It was still just as breathtaking.

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Warning: vague mention of child abuse, injuries, blood, a little swearing, a bit sexual.

A/N: it’s finally done hooray! i feel so accomplished since it took me so long in editing and writing this, it felt like i had a baby and now it’s all grown up ready to go to college. anyways, enough about me, let’s talk about this piece of work i got right here. it’s not finished yet, it has a second part so don’t worry. i thought it's best to split them cause it's way WAY too long already as i've mentioned a couple times before and thank you so much for being patient and sweet and for encouraging me to write, it helps and it brightens me up for days. i hope you have a fun time reading, muwah!

Tags: @sungoddessra, @@aria-is-trash , @mcrosiers , @aceslytherin, @kaymordeline, @im-on-blue

Pairings: Felix/MC, Chester/MC

Felix loosened his tie and adjusted his collar, perspiration starting to build on his forehead as he ungracefully sat on his expensive dark green sofa near the fireplace. With a tired wave of his hand, a house elf appeared with firewhiskey on top of a silver tray, head low and arms stretched towards him. He took the drink and with another silent wave, the house elf bowed then disappeared.

He looked like shit, he’s aware. If anyone who knows him sees him now, hair unkempt, dress shirt crumpled in small folded creases, and sweat running down the side just near his temple, they would have gaped in disbelief.

Felix never felt so disorganized.

He knows why he just didn’t want to face it just yet. The sound of ice hitting the glass as he examined the beverage in his hand absentmindedly brought him back to the time when he first met one of his unlikely friends many years ago. The sound of the fire crackling faded and the sound of scraping silverware along with a familiar booming voice took its place.

Year One

“HUFFLEPUFF!” Yelled the Sorting Hat as it was placed on top of none other than Jane Court. Felix remembers her, he saw her coming in and out of the compartment next to his and buying sweets from the trolley lady. Nose high when asked which house she’ll be getting into.

I’ll be in Ravenclaw no doubt. Have you read Hogwarts: A Histo-

Professor McGonagall took the hat on top of the blonde girls head to reveal half of her hidden face. She was shocked, to say the least, eyes blown wide but silently got off of the chair to approach the Hufflepuff table. She was greeted with an assortment of applause and a few welcoming handshakes.

Shame. Felix thought, his hands behind his back, she has the wits for Ravenclaw but it wasn’t enough for the sorting hat it seems. He wished he knew how the hat sorts them by so he wouldn’t be so-

Despite the confidence that was placed on his shoulders when he left for the train to Hogwarts he can't help but feel nervous.

What if the hat places him somewhere other than Slytherin? Is he even Slytherin enough? His father would hex him if he wasn't. Merlin forbid that he'll be placed in Gryffindor of all houses.

Felix suppressed a shiver when phantom green lights directed at him flashed behind his eyelids.

“Next we have-“

He felt a light tap on his shoulder. Felix stopped midway from listening and looked behind him to come face to face with a boy with coffee brown eyes and neatly gelled hair, shining under the floating candles above. "What house do you think you'll be in?" He whispered as he looked over to the next student getting sorted.

Felix didn't feel the need to answer because the boy opened his mouth before he could even reply. "I think I might be placed in Gryffindor, my little brother occasionally tells me I'm brave. I mean, if that's how the hat sorts us by. Though I doubt it, bit too easy if that's the case."

Felix didn't say a word, he didn’t have to, he kept his mouth shut despite the rising disdain he has for the gelled haired boy already. No one was placed in Gryffindor that didn't cause any trouble. They are loud, messy, and all over the place. His father said.

There was a moment of silence before the boy jumped, a look of realization on his face. "Oh sorry mate, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Chester Davies." Chester held out his hand for him to shake and he politely took it in his hand and shook it briefly before letting go.

"Rosier," He paused letting his family name sink in, voice low and devoid of any interest, "Felix Rosier."

"Saw you sitting in the compartment alone earlier in the train. I wanted to say hi but didn't want to disturb you, you seemed pretty preoccupied." Chester chuckled before continuing, "I do that too whenever the situation presents itself."

Felix was yet to respond and Chester raised a curious brow, "You sure aren't talkative, that makes you a good study partner. Say, do you find Divination weird or interesting?"

"Felix Rosier." Called Professor McGonagall looking around among the first years. Felix straightened his back, his name echoing among the Slytherin table. He could feel them staring at him, waiting.

He stepped out of the crowd to sit on the chair the professors provided without a second glance at Chester. After this, they wouldn't be able to talk to each other anymore and he found himself relieved, he didn't want to associate with anyone like him.

The ugly hat was placed on top of his head, almost too slow for his liking. “Ah, I see. You're one of them aren't you?" The Sorting Hat's voice is deep especially up close, Felix could feel it trying to understand him inside his head.

Legilimens. Hissed his father when he thinks he’s being untruthful. "Hmmm.... yes that is quite tragic." Drawled the hat thoughtfully. Felix began to feel uncomfortable on how transparent he is to the hat now and wished nothing more than to get this over with.

"Dangerous, very dangerous." It muttered. "You're a Slytherin no doubt, your ambition outmatches your father and your grandfather's. You have a right to be proud.” The heavy load seemed to have lifted from his chest making him sigh in relief.

"But too much ambition can lead you to a lot of trouble boy, best to stay out of it."

Felix was confused despite the swelling pride blossoming in his chest. "What do you mea-"

"SLYTHERIN!" Yelled out the Sorting Hat and it was taken off of him. Felix stood up, brows knitted together trying hard to decipher what it said.

Now walking towards the Slytherin table, he saw a few familiar faces with others he didn't recognize. They whispered to each other and looked over at him, whether it's mild interest, admiration, or calm indifference he didn't entertain them.

They know who he is and it gave him great comfort and a gut-wrenching distress that he hides perfectly behind a stoic expression.

"Welcome to Slytherin Rosier, the house will expect great things from you." The current Prefect told him before telling a few of his fellow Slytherins to move aside and give space for him to sit.

"Chester Davies!"

The familiar name rang and Felix turned around from his seat to see Chester walking stiffly towards the front, clearly nervous. When the hat was placed on top of his head he was sweating and pulling at his collar.

"YOU WANT TO BE IN GRYFFINDOR EY?!" Yelled the Sorting Hat and the Great Hall erupted in laughter. Chester shrank and a pang of remorse made it's way to the surface. Felix internally sighed, Shame.

The hat was talking to him and it seemed that Chester was the only one who can hear it and the student's laughter died down. The Gryffindors were eager to add another poor soul to their bunch and some were leaning over to try and catch what the hat was saying.

A momentary pause, the hat looks like it was in thought before yelling.

"RAVENCLAW!"

The Ravenclaw table erupted in noise, clapping and standing up with big smiles on their faces as Chester hopped off from the chair to walk over to his table. On edge, the boy almost tripped over the stairs before composing himself and walking much faster than necessary.

Felix wasn't expecting that, maybe there's a small chance they'll be able to talk to each other that now he isn't sorted in that house.

One thing crossed his mind when he thought of Chester. The boy who was hunched over, overwhelmed by the attention he was receiving.

Felix doesn't envy him, no, not at all.

End Year One

He let out a dry laugh as the memory, still fresh from his mind like it happened yesterday, came back almost choking him. One glass wasn't enough, not even a bottle. With a silent call, the glass was refilled by a house elf before leaving him again to his own devices.

Felix learned earlier in life that not everything happens the way you expect it to be, that you don't get your way unless you do something about it. It was basic knowledge, everyone knows that.

How did his father reach being a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight? How could they have obtained a large sum of gold? Surely not standing around and doing nothing, his family line would have ended before it even began.

Evan Rosier didn’t stop getting what he wanted, there was no hesitation written in his actions if Felix ever felt like remembering him despite the bitter and burning taste in his mouth that the firewhiskey can never outmatch.

But where is he now?

Dead.

Evan Rosier died in the war. He didn’t make it because he was a fool for following a supposed 'Dark Lord' who got defeated by a damn infant.

Felix was twelve when he received the news.

Year Two

It was October and Hogwarts is in lockdown. Students aren't permitted to leave their common room after six and Felix was in his dormitory anxiously reading Guide to Advanced Transfiguration using the light from his wand to be able to see the text. It was better to occupy himself than think about the ongoing war in the wizarding world.

It's been weeks since he received a letter from his mother and thought that the ministry might have interfered with parents communicating with their children who are currently in school. It wasn't the most practical but it's reasonable, especially when you're a son of a Death Eater.

Felix spent his time alone and some classes were canceled so they had more free time than usual. The muggle-born and half-bloods are all shaking along with other lesser purebloods who, at least, had a higher chance of survival than the rest.

He couldn't sleep.

Thank Merlin the professors weren't paying much attention to the student's school work or else he would be failing class after class. Felix wouldn't stop worrying about his parents or the outcome of this war would be.

He had met the Dark Lord, saw him only once when his father decided to invite him over. The dark wizard's presence was suffocating, he couldn't even begin to describe how his magic surrounded him like fog, ready to take the air out of Felix's lungs to the point he was suffocating during dinner and the only thing that kept him on his toes is his mother's reassuring squeeze on his leg.

Felix has bags under his eyes but kept his posture straight, hair combed neatly, and is as cold and forward as always. Some students were avoiding him, he can tell, they stepped out of his way whenever he walks by.

There's little to no students left appearing in classes, some preferred to stay in their common room until they are called out for food. The professors understood or simply had their own worries to even consider it a problem.

Gryffindors were as ballsy as ever and are mostly the ones who cut through the tension in the air to help forget momentarily about the war along with encouraging Hufflepuffs and reasonable Ravenclaws.

Chester was one of the few who was still buried deep in the books. Felix never thought much about it because he is a pureblood and he doesn't even need to worry about being hexed from this life to the next.

Somehow he was the only one Felix can really talk to during this time. Well, if talking also means reading quietly in the library together until the sun sets then they are quite acquainted.

They would occasionally talk, they don't just sit there in awkward silence. Chester is mostly the one who fills the air with nonsense and Felix would only reply if needed. Neither ever talked about the war.

Chester fits into all the categories his parents would allow him to have in a friend. He's a pureblood, not a Gryffindor, quite book smart, and isn't one to look for trouble.

This continued until November hits. He heard some students whispering, asking each other if Halloween will be celebrated inside of Hogwarts this year. Idiots. Felix hissed at them in his mind. You think of parties when people are out there dying? He didn’t know anymore, he was unsure. There was something wrong but he just couldn’t find it. Felix was so confused.

He questioned his father’s decision for a second and he immediately banished it from his mind. To question his father is to question himself and he wasn’t ready for that. Not now, maybe not ever. Felix feared the day everything he grew up to be was just something that could easily be proven as a lie.

He breathed, In and out, he told himself as he kept walking. A Slytherin walked past him, head low, their hair framing their tired face.

A letter arrived before the day ends.

He was on his way to the library, a new book in hand when an owl hooted at him from the distance. It wasn’t familiar but he took the letter that was dropped on top of his head. Felix thought that the sender might not need him to reply.

The owl wasn’t familiar but the seal with his family crest was, he picked it up instantly, looking around for any signs of life. When he found none, he opened the envelope.

‘Felix, this is your mother. Forgive me but I have to make this letter brief, I have unpleasant news.

Strange. He thought. Felix began to feel uneasy, he could feel his mother's stress through the parchment.

Your father fought for the Dark Lord bravely my son, he did the best he could to rid the world of impurity. Our Lord has fallen by the hands of none other than Harry Potter and now we are facing a conundrum. With your father gone and our family name tarnished because of Igor Karkaroff, I will be sent in for questioning.

No news as of yet of this matter, only that the Ministry wants to talk to me. For now, you will focus on your studies and will continue to remain oblivious of your father's connection to the Dark Lord and anything relating to his death.

I will be planning a late funeral in December. Until then you won't be receiving letters from me. Destroy this message after you finish it.’

Felix’s hand was sweaty and it dampened the thin expensive paper, he gripped it so tightly in his hand that it crumpled. The boy’s face was blank, hickory eyes darker than usual despite the soft glow of the sunset on his face.

Evan Rosier, a man Felix looked up to most of his life, is now dead. His mother didn’t let him know how he died but knowing him, he wouldn’t have gone down being pliant and begging for mercy.

A hole in his chest opened like a black pit, an endless void. Felix couldn’t feel anything, doesn’t feel anything other than this cold sinking feeling. They lost the war, his father is dead, Voldemort got defeated, and his father is dead.

“Incendio.” He whispered and the letter bursts into flames, leaving no trace of anything other than the smell of burnt paper mixed with thick ink in the air. The thought of visiting the library didn’t sound appealing anymore, he turned and headed back to the Slytherin common room.

“Felix, wait up!” Called Chester in the other end of the hallway, he jogs towards him, robes flying behind him slightly. He grasped Felix’s shoulder to stop him and a pang of something made it’s way up starting in his stomach, to his chest, then to his throat. He wanted to lash out, to yell but his father’s words crept into his subconscious.

You are a Rosier.

A Pureblood

Know your place.

And he swallowed, letting the words die just right at the tip of his tongue. “I didn’t see you today so I thought I’d check up on you.” Chester, the boy with neatly gelled hair, stood in front him. “Are you alright?” He asked, tone careful with barely hidden worry in his features.

Felix brushed it away with a nod. “Fine, I just noticed the time.” With how the sun is nearly disappearing he knows that they’ll be ushered back into their respective rooms soon. “I have to go.” He side-stepped Chester and went back to walking ahead.

“Wait!”

“What?” Felix hissed low, irritation leaking out from his steady facade. “If... if you want someone to talk to. You can- I mean, my door’s always open.”

He stiffened, thoughts racing. Did he saw?

“See you around.” Without waiting for a reply, Chester walked back from where he came, hands in his pockets. The quick clicking of his shoes began to sound faint until Felix couldn’t hear it anymore. His knuckles turned white as he clutched The Monster Book of Monsters.

End Year Two

The glass in Felix's hand crinkled as he gripped it tightly, eyes distant. Evan Rosier died in the hands of Mad-Eye Moody, rumor has it he took a portion of his nose before leaving this earth.

He took another sip of his drink.

Felix was right, his father is too proud and stubborn to back down even if it was a dozen Aurors taking him all at once. He was given two options, to rot in Azkaban or to die. Both weren't ideal but dying was the easiest way out and what better way to describe a Slytherin?

Felix could feel it again, the empty dark hole that seemed to have made a home in his chest. He would never say it out loud but he was glad that his father died. The old man was better off dead anyway, with him gone Felix can do whatever he pleases.

He can ignore his mother, especially her suggestions of potential wives. She had been showing him photo after photo of women whenever he comes over, it was almost rehearsed. A different month a different girl and she grew frustrated that he wouldn't pick one. She insisted on knowing about his preferences but unfortunately for her, Felix doesn't have any.

Unless if it's-

Felix stopped right there. No. He reminded himself, Stop.

But his mind wouldn't let him. The walls he put up is starting to crack and he couldn't halt the tiny bits and pieces of memory that slips through the gaps. Felix licked his lips, throat beginning to dry instantly.

A girl was running, skirt flying as she ran around the familiar grassy field filled with wildflowers, chasing the pages from her notes that got caught by the wind-

the color of her cheeks, the flutter of her eyelashes, the small bounce in her step-

her bright eyes, her soft lips-

her hair, her voice, her smile, her-

everything.

The walls collapsed and thoughts of her hit him like a tidal wave, it was drowning him, Felix could hardly breathe. The hole in his chest is suddenly being filled with something he didn't dare name. It kept pouring in but it didn't make him feel full. It didn't help soothe the ache.

He was still hungry, wanting more of whatever she has to offer. He laps up the attention she gives him, savor the small touches that ghosted over his skin for days, he eats up the words that went past her lips when she's talking to him.

Felix was the dog next to its master's table wishing for a few lucky bites of whatever it is on the plate.

The glass in his hand shattered, unaware of the grip he had around the fragile thing. The sharp pain made him refocus on his dark and gloomy surroundings, reminding himself to breathe. In and out.

The glass dug in his palm and the color of his blood shined almost black in the barely lit room. The light in the fireplace flickered and he felt uncomfortably warm. Felix's palm opened letting the blood drip down to stain the carpet.

“Have you seen her?”

Year Five

“Yes, I have.” Replied Felix who was facing Chester, “It’s impossible not to.” With a butterbeer in hand, he took a drink to hide his amusement. The edges of his mouth curling upwards as his lips touched the glass. The boy, who no longer gell his hair but let his locks loose, glared at him from across the table.

“Then you know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t you feel a little bit sorry for me, for what I have to deal with for two more years?” Chester has his arms in front of him, palms open as if asking for Felix something. Unable to stop, he covered his mouth to silence his hysterics.

Chester scowled. “Some friend you are.” Felix coughed before waving his hand. “My apologies but it’s not my fault you have little to no luck in life at all.” He said with simple directness.

“Great. I’m so glad you find my pain entertaining.” He sighed, “First it’s Jacob and now her. I don’t think I’ll survive until the end of the year, let Ravenclaw win the house cup for seven years straight in memory of me.”

Felix rolled his eyes, “Don’t be dramatic, you’ll do fine. She couldn’t be worse than her brother.”

“You don’t know that!” Chester exclaimed, hands on his head, messing his neatly combed chestnut hair. "Have you ever met him? Talked to him? He's absolutely mad, bonkers, at his wits end! He kept talking about these cursed vaults like a lunatic! He wouldn't drop the subject that's why he got expelled!"

Felix was taken aback by Chester's sudden outburst. So it's that bad huh? How can someone be able to cause this much trouble? He thought and immediately try to calm his friend down.

"Listen, she's an eleven-year-old girl. What could she possibly do? Lumos her way in?” Smirking, he could see Chester’s tense shoulders relax little by little. “Besides I’m sure she learned a lot from her brother getting expelled. Do you think she’ll throw away her own opportunities to find, possibly non-existent, cursed vaults?”

“I can see where you’re getting at, I really do Felix.” He sighed again, “But you see, she thinks that her brother isn’t dead. Just, you know, missing.” Chester gestured in front of him, his own butterbeer forgotten. "I ask her why she thought that but she only gave me a short reply.”

There isn't a body so he isn't dead.

“She wouldn't believe it if there isn't any evidence that he is."

"I would say that's quite a solid argument," Felix mused, rubbing his chin. "I wouldn't put it past her if she thought that her brother isn't gone yet. Though I believe that she wouldn't be stupid enough to retrace his footsteps."

"I doubt it.” Chester groaned out pinching the bridge of his nose before taking his butterbeer and drinking it. It already dropped to room temperature but it seems like he didn’t care. “One of the reasons why I asked you to Hogsmeade, besides letting off some steam, is that I wanted to ask you about a first-year named Merula Snide."

The familiar name got him straightening his back. What did she do this time? He hissed in his head, irritation seeping through his being. "And what's so interesting about her that you feel the need to ask?"

"She's taking every opportunity to get Jacob's sibling in trouble. She reported to me that Ms. Snide put Bulbadox powder in her cauldron causing it to explode and after being tricked she got trapped with Rowan Khanna, her friend, inside a closet with a Devil Snare."

“Does she have any evidence that Merula Snide did all these?” Felix guessed that she doesn’t have any but he believes her, Snide caused a lot of problems already at the start of the year by mentioning You-Know-Who carelessly and the urge to set her straight right now increases. Another one to taint the Slytherin name? Not on his watch.

Chester pursed his lips. “No.”

“Then that’s quite a bold accusation.” He stated calmly but Chester only shook his head. "She insisted that it was her, I'm not saying she isn't lying either because I was not there to see it for myself. I just ask of you to look out for any suspicious behavior regarding Ms. Snide. I already had enough headaches to last a lifetime." With a last deep sigh, Chester took his butterbeer and downed the whole thing.

Felix felt pity for him as he watches Chester empty the glass. His hair was messy, his eyes tired, and his mouth was shaped into a temporary frown. Merlin, he hoped one day to never end up looking like that.

End Year Five

Felix laughed at the irony of it all. He laughed through the pain. How dumb can you be? He asked himself, his own cruel tongue lashing at him, creating wounds that Episky can never heal.

There was a small figure standing not far from where he's sitting, it was a house elf holding a wet towel, looking at him with big eyes filled with worry. The creature didn't dare speak now, afraid of the consequences if he did.

Felix's laughter died down, slumping back against the sofa with a loud thump. Who knew that he would feel for her this way in the future? He was never really good at Divination even if he had good grades in the subject, he always thought that it was a load of bull anyway.

And what good would it do to see yourself years from now pining over a girl that would never want him the way he wanted her? Fuck that, he'll eat his own heart out first then hers. The thought made the corner of his mouth twitch.

Running his tongue over his lips, Felix asked himself what flavor does he think she would taste like. She would be sweet, no doubt.

When have you become so morbid?

"Master, Rico wishes to s-serve.” Stuttered the house elf, approaching the sofa with shaking legs. "M-Master is hurt."

Felix was unresponsive but moved his injured hand to the side. His arm plopped lazily on the armrest, palms open in invitation and Rico rushed to heal him and clean up the mess he made.

The pain on his hand disappeared when the elf put his own palm over it and with a snap of his finger, the blood stain in the carpet disappeared, along with the broken glass.

"Rico brought Master a towel." Rico offered the wet towel but Felix decline by turning his head away to stare straight into the fire. "Leave me." He said voice hoarse and the elf, with sad eyes, quickly obliged.

Year Six

Fast heavy footsteps were echoing around the empty library and Felix felt the need to look up, so he did. It was Chester, with fire in his eyes and books tucked under his arm. Felix knew what this was all about and he mentally prepared himself.

The Ravenclaw prefect slammed his books down in front of him and thank Merlin the uptight librarian wasn't there to hear it or else she would have thrown a fit.

"Now, Chester, calm down-"

"No Felix, I'm done." Chester fumed, "I've had enough complaint from my house, from Jane, and from Angelica. You said you'll do something about it but I don't see any progress, it’s almost as if you’re letting them.”

Offended, Felix stood, his chair scraping the floor making a screeching sound. "I'm not responsible for the actions of others nor do I control it." He seethed, "But rest assured that I'm doing my best in order not to let them offend your sensitive ego."

Perhaps it wasn't the right words to say by the way Chester's face gradually becomes red. Felix took great pleasure knowing that he had hit a spot, though it was short-lived. Guilt made its way down the pit of his stomach and he wants to vomit an apology out but his pride wouldn’t let him so he swallowed.

Jaw tightening, Chester narrowed his eyes. "This isn’t about the damn house points, let Jane do the job of throwing heads. You're aware of what this is about, don't act coy.” He retorted, his hands balled into fists. “It’s about the bullying, quite obvious really since your house is fucking full of them!”

Felix gritted his teeth, "And what about Gryffindor? I don't see you both complaining to Angelica."

“It’s more likely that your house is the one who initiated it and this is different.”

“What makes you believe that?”

“Because a snake would do anything to save its own skin and you know damn well Slytherin contains a lot of fucking dickheads." It was quiet, both of them staring each other down. Felix can’t confirm or deny it. Though he expected much more from him than this. It was unfair, he didn’t want it to happen. It wasn’t his fucking fault.

The Slytherin prefect scowled at Chester, closing his book with a loud bang. "You have a thick skull Davies, and here I thought Ravenclaws are supposed to be wise." He picked his book up before walking away.

“This isn’t over Rosier, Slytherin will answer for Eliza Mckinnon’s broken leg!” Yelled Chester from behind him and a familiar "SHHHHHHHHHH-" from Madam Pince was heard throughout the library.

End Year Six

Who knew Quidditch could ruin friendships? Felix stood up, taking off his black tuxedo jacket and throwing it on the sofa, then he ripped his grey tie off of his neck before throwing it into the fireplace. He hated that one anyway.

Felix wondered if Chester ever thought of him from time to time while unbuttoning his white dress shirt. He remembered his plan for revenge, how pathetic it was. It was filled with restraint and doubt that it was almost laughable. Felix had a feeling that there was more to it than that but the boy was too cowardly to proceed.

Chester never really was the type.

Sebastian Jaeger, the third year Slytherin beater, knocked Elizabeth Mckinnon, the Ravenclaw seeker, off her broom resulting on breaking her leg. Felix saw it all, he was in the front of one of the stands and could see Elizabeth’s leg bent in an odd angle, lying on her back with a pained expression. The blue of her uniform was a contrast to the color green of the Quidditch Pitch.

Up high he caught Sebastian laughing with his teammates, speaking enthusiastically as if he did the best thing ever known to man. A voice echoed in his head.

You taught them that.

YOU. TAUGHT. THEM. THAT.

Felix vowed to never share or teach if he knows the other would use it for nefarious purposes, especially for something like this. It was supposed to be all in good fun, a bit of a twist to the game.

How wrong he was to believe that those boys would ever think differently and to even assume that they see eye to eye with him-

It made Felix's blood boil.

Mckinnon came out in the infirmary good as new with a nicely healed leg, another miracle made by Madam Pomfrey, and the next Slytherin vs Ravenclaw game was canceled due to the incident. No evidence or punishment was brought down on Jaeger.

Though one afternoon he was seen in the Courtyard, drenched head to toe from being pushed by an unknown force into the fountain. He was humiliated but other than that he came out fine.

Nobody knew who did it but they all guessed it was a Ravenclaw since he was tormenting a Ravenclaw student before getting pushed, and the fact that he almost did kill a student from said house made it even more apparent.

A pair of coffee colored eyes burned straight through the back of his head, sending silent curses his way before disappearing. Leaving him dread a pair of hands would wrap around his neck and choke him.

It never came but something else grasped Felix and he was familiar with it. Regret. Which is by far more worse than any physical blow in his book.

Chester was only one of the few people he knew he could easily call a friend. He was different from the rest, he was open, enthusiastic, and he never minded if Felix just distances himself at odd times. He understood.

That’s why he felt a little guilty when he imagined her there in the room with him, admiring his physique on the sofa where he previously sat. Eyes shining under the soft glow of the fireplace when he discarded his trousers.

He felt something stirring in his lower abdomen and he groaned. Dreams and fantasies are all he has, Felix doesn't want him to take that away from him too.

Pathetic.

Her smile was wide, inviting, almost innocent. Felix thought how cruel life is as he kicked the last remaining piece of clothing off of his body before making his way up to ready himself a bath.

For a thousand time, he replayed a recent memory. Something he just saw only days prior to his sorry state today.

Felix was walking, his cane hitting the ground on one cold cloudy afternoon, he just visited his mother who is still insisting that he marries before he reaches thirty. The woman looked as if he grew a second head when he brushed off the subject and told her that he might never do so.

He only wants one girl and he doesn't want any unwanted distractions from his work.

This doesn't mean that his mother would stop all of this nonsense, she can be very persistent. It's good that he grew up to tolerate it or he would have succumbed for her to leave him alone.

He apparated just outside the building of the Ministry of Magic. Jane, who would be up there somewhere, checking the clock and guessing if he would come or not.

The Rosier family became a large benefactor to the Ministry since the tarnishing of their family name. It was to 'compensate' for his father's actions and the Ministry was more than happy to accept.

It's important to build a good reputation. His mother coldly stated after the funeral. So that we could have people on our side when the need arises. Granted, most of them are previous Death Eaters, but they're making their way up again and that's all that matters.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

He went up the stairs, taking his sweet time knowing that Court is getting anxious by the minute. Felix likes making her wait, maybe then she would begin to realize that she isn't the big fish in the pond.

The Ministry of Magic is a wide circle of powerful people who cruelly stomp on those that don't benefit them.

Ah, politics.

Felix looked around, head held high when one or two people glance at him one too many times. He was admiring the stunning pillars when he spotted the familiar shade of chestnut colored hair among the crowd.

It was Chester leaning down to give a girl a kiss, he almost didn't recognize him with that hideous full beard he has on. It didn't suit him at all.

He was wearing an ugly brown three-piece suit with a blue trench coat and Felix grimaced at his choices of clothes. He heard that he had become an Auror, specifically a private investigator, after Hogwarts and it was the most unsuitable job he could think of for him.

He had always imagined him to be the kind of man that will be filing papers behind the desk for the rest of his life. Like Jane. He thought, scrutinizing Chester's appearance once more.

He has his silver cane in one gloved hand. His black robes, despite being simple, stood out because of the patterns of snake scales that he couldn't help but admire. It was basic yet elegant and Felix didn't know why he felt the need to compare.

Felix was ready to leave, not wanting to watch anymore, he still has many things to discuss with Jane. Then as he about to do just that, he caught a glimpse of who Chester was with.

His eyes gradually widened and the grip on his cane tightened, a sharp pain went straight to his chest and he just couldn't believe it.

It was the girl who had forgotten him. The girl he met years ago at his doorstep asking for a look at his family’s vast book collection for 'research'.

Sorry, I didn't mean to be a bother. Angelica told me you have all sorts of books. May I- may I come in and have a look?

She was wearing black trousers with a light blue fitted dress shirt. Her hair was shorter than he remembered, and her eyes were fixed on Chester's bearded face.

And she was blushing.

Chester took off his ugly trenchcoat to wrap it around her and they started walking away from where Felix stood, his hand never leaving her shoulder. They disappeared- no, apparated away so fast that Felix thought that it might have been just his imagination.

But when will he ever imagine Chester being with her so intimately like that?

Felix couldn't remember what Jane told him but he agreed to it, which is bad since he doesn't know what she asked of him and the woman can be devious when she wants to be.

Then he remembered Cole, if it wasn't for her he would not be in this predicament. He wouldn't have met her and that would have saved him a lot of trouble. Is it that horrible? To have the chance to know her?

Thoughts of them together went back to the forefronts of his mind and it made his chest ache once again. When he reaches his luxurious bathroom, he closed the door behind him with a click.

One thing crossed his mind when he thought of Chester. The man who was leaning down to kiss the only person he seemed to endlessly want.

Felix doesn't envy him.

No.

Not at all.

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im jaebum: standards.

Pairing: im jaebum x reader.

Request: vickyxmelonlove: Hello there!! May i request for a GOT7 scenario with JB or Mark where they're crush is a tsundere. ^^ please and thanks!!

Anonymous: Can you please write a Got7 JB smut with n i p p l e play? Thank you:)

Genre: smut, fluff, mild nipple play, some even milder drying humping.

Word count: 3.6+k.

a/n: so I didn’t intend to combine this two requests but it just kinda of worked so, yeah. I hope this is what you wanted, I don’t know how well it turned out because both of these things are not exactly things I’m very well versed in, so yeah. Thanks for reading.

"-Again."

"-Agai-"

"-If you say again one more time I'm going to explode." Came the voice of your boyfriend, the sound amplified as it filtered through the Mic and into the dimly lit producing booth you currently occupied.

You could understand his frustration. It was slowly going on 3am and you add been making him repeat the second half of his part in the third verse for a good ten to fifteen minutes, constantly interrupting when you deemed it necessary for a retake.

You rolled your eyes, pressing down your finger on the com button so that your voice filled the space behind the glass that currently separated you. "You're the one who wanted to make a song together Jaebummie and you knew well in advance how I operate."

You had been a music producer at JYP for years now, after being one of the few trainees who auditioned for the position and actually was hired. You had also worked on many of the most successful singles to come out of the entertainment company, songs like 'TT' by Twice that was a monster of a bit and GOT7's 'Never Ever.' That's where you had truly had gotten to know your boyfriend who was currently glaring at you from behind the glass. Of course, you both knew of each other from working in the same company for so long and having mutual friends, but you had only gotten to know each other during that time.

But while you had worked on the track, you had only assisted during the actual recording so this was the first time that he was in a session that you were leading entirely. And while he knew of your perfectionist attitude as it translated into your daily life, it seemed that he hadn't fully grasped just how ready you were to keep you both there all night until you were happy with it. You had warned him that you weren't going to compromise because of your relationship and he had simply brushed it off, eager to start on the project he had been nagging you for, for weeks after he had spent one too many times listening to some of your samples and base tracks. While he himself was no stranger to producing, he had always been fascinated by your ear for music and personal flourish that made most of the projects you touched instant hits.

"Just one more time Jae, and then I promise we're finished." You attempted to coax, putting on a pretty smile and bat of your eyelashes.

He simply scoffed but never the less slipped back on the headset. You started up the track to the right time and leaned back as he prepared to sing. Listening carefully for the correct flourishes and pronunciation that you wanted. The song cut off as did his voice, and you looked up from your notes to see him staring at you expectantly.

"Up to your standards then?"

You simply raised your shoulders, a coy smile threatening to curl at the edges of your lips. "It'll have to do. You can come out now."

There was a distinct huff that came through the Mic before you turned off the com and begun to resemble yourself as you finally prepared to leave. It wasn't that you tried to be a bitch. It was just who you were and one of the reasons why you had been able to accomplish what you had in your life. It had not been easy by any means to get yourself taken seriously as a music producer in the beginning and you had had to fight tooth and nail to get you to where you are simply due to age and being a gender which still remained unfavoured when it came to music producing.

You were a perfectionist and a borderline control freak which usually made you a pretty unlikeable person. There was also the fact that you were entirely dedicated to your just above almost everything else that had always made getting into relationships, whether platonic or romantic, rather difficult as most people rarely put up with someone who would rather stay holed up in their studio for days then replying to text messages or going outside even. You also were known to be quite harsh in your search for basic perfection and there was also your fundamentally standoffish personality. And yet, despite all these things, Im Jaebum had decided that he found you charming enough to want to date and you had found him tolerable enough to do the same. Almost 18 months later here you were.

"I should put Yugyeom in here with you, maybe then he'll stop complaining anytime I make him repeat a verse," Jaebum stated offhandedly as he entered in the sound booth area, making his way to settle in the chair next to you as he had noticed that you had favoured rerunning through the song opposed to getting fully ready to return to your apartment. "But I can't say anything; you definitely know your shit."

"Thanks," You mused, listening for any lasting imperfections for the umpteenth time that day. You had started working on this track a day or so ago, having finalised the instrumental and most of the lyrics to the point that all Jaebum would have to do is add the vocals and any lyrical choices of his own. Being in the industry had taught you both to move at an incredible pace with your own side projects being no exception.

"Ready to head home?"

You let out a non-committal hum, no longer focusing on the world around you as your mind drifted. "I just remembered there's this track Hui wanted me to smooth over that I never got around to doing."

"Good lord," Jaebum exclaimed, exasperation saturating his tone. "You cannot start anything right now. It is almost 3 and you have been up for nearly 24 hours. If you keep it any longer your eyes will literally pop out of your skull."

"Sounds fun," You stated offhandedly, now fully immersed in your own swirling brain. "I bet you I could have it done by 7."

"And die in the process?" Jaebum scoffed, pulling himself from the chair in a motion to leave. "I thought I was meant to be the tsundere one.”

“Please, that trifle you call angst is just a fraction of what I possess, so watch out,” You stated pointedly, making a flare gesture to yourself, “Because if your fans ever catch a sight of this; they’re mine.”

“Yes, yes, you’re very angsty dear.” He cooed mockingly like some patronizing grandmother causing you to scowl, “Now let’s get out of here, I’m already dead on my feet as it is.”

“But, but- the song, music, creativity,” You rambled pitifully, turning to pout and display your most endearing set of puppy dog eyes. “Just five more minutes, pwease?”

Jaebum physically cringed at the overwhelming sweetness and babyish texture of your voice, “Please, go back to being angsty that was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.”

Taking this as a cue to go farther you suddenly were springing up from your chair, performing an impromptu display of the many different ageyo expressions you had watched idols do for years. “Please, I really want to finish this song. I promise I’ll love you forever,” And just to finish it off you ended with a small whine as you jutted out your bottom lip and hung on his arm, the cherry on top being the finger heart you shot over in his direction.

“I think I’m actually going to be sick,” He gaped, face covered in nothing but pure distaste and disbelief, “You’ve officially lost it, we’re going home.”

You abandoned your posture at that, falling back into your usual stance of indifference as you regained your composure, letting out a dissatisfied sound as you did, “All that work; just to be rejected. I guess it’s true, boys are only into what’s chic these days and when a girl shows her true emotions, they simply push them aside. I thought society had moved past this, but alas,” You let out a sorrowful sigh, “We have not.”

“If that was a true display of your emotions; we need to break up,” Jaebum stated plainly moving even closure to the door causing you to wonder if he had realised that the most movement you had made to leave was stand up from your chair. “Now can we please go, I want to at least get some form of sleep before you wake me up to no doubt re-do the second verse or maybe even the entire song.”

“Perfect idea,” You exclaimed, “You go home, I stay here. I’ll call you at 10 and we can go on from there, sorted. See you tomorrow!”

There was a loud groan and a muffled bang as Jaebum all but slammed his head into the door he was in the process of opening out of what you could only assume was frustration, he then turned back to you, “Fuck man, you are so insufferable sometimes. You are not a robot, you need to sleep-”

“-Sleep,” You dismissed, “Sleep is for the weak. I’m not even tired yet, so all that would happen would be that we would get home, you would pass out and I’d just lie there, all night, fixating on the work I should be doing. I’ll sleep when this is do-”

“-more like when you’re dead if you keep this up.” Dammit. You had done it now. Gone was the majority of the playfulness that up until this point that guided your conversation. You overworking yourself was a common topic of your conversation ever since a few months back where you had suddenly passed out after leaving a recording session at 3 am. Jaebum had been near furious to find out that it was mainly due to the fact that you hadn’t slept for two days and had eaten maybe half a meal during the same time period.

You wanted to say that he couldn’t say shit because there were times when he was injured or fatigued and he still performed, but he simply argued that at least he took care of himself enough that he could actually manage those performances without flaking out. Yeah, it was a touchy subject.

“Jae,” You started, softer now with the sudden change of tone, “I really think that even if I tried, I wouldn’t get any sleep right now and you know how much I hate that, just lying there when there’s something better I could be doing. I know what you’re saying is valid and you know better than anyone that I’ve been doing better, so just this once; let me stay here and then I promise I’ll sleep all of Saturday just for you.”

There was a beat of silence and then Jaebum was dropping down his bag and sighing, making his way over to you just in time for you catch an interesting flicker of something in his feline edged eyes, “Why don’t we rather do something else that I know will tire you out and then we can go home and then you can come back?”

“And what would this something else be?” You replied, now understanding the shift in his tone as you realised that you had been backed up so that you were now pressed against the desk behind you.

There was a twitch of something between coy and satisfaction at the corners of his lips as Jaebum leaned closer so that his mouth was up against your ear, giving him the access to nip the skin. “Maybe you’ll just have to figure that out for yourself.”

You wanted to laugh at the blatant seduction in his voice but any noise that could have possibly been wanting to come out quickly evaporated as Jaebum crushed his lips against yours, teeth and tongue instantly added to mix as soon as you parted your lips. Jaebum further nestled himself into the spot between your legs, hands gripping every part of your clothed frame with just enough pressure to set you all on fire. You pulled yourself closer so that your forms were pulled together so with each one of your movements you could perfectly full every ridge of him, lazily licking and biting at his mouth as your hands travelled south so that you were roughly grabbing his ass to further push him into you.

A distinct hiss left his lips as you grinded up into him, the friction a delicious mixture of pleasure and denial, “Fuck, you really are something.”

You simply hummed in answer, taking his moment of weakness to not only spread your lips over the expanse of his exposed neck but also push the bomber jacket from his shoulders so that only a thin shirt remained. “You’re the one who offered,” You reminded while you nipped at his collar bones, “So don’t flake out on me now.”

He couldn’t answer straight away as you twist your hips up, having to regain himself before he could. “I’m not flaking, just stating the facts.”

“Then I take the compliment and raise you one,” You chortled happily, wandering fingers making their way to grasp at his belt. “Or rather, you can raise one.”

An actual laugh escaped his lips, a breathy one as you made your way to cup him in your hands, but still a laugh before he was removing himself from you for a moment, “You sure know how to just sneak in those innuendos don’t you?”

“It’s a talent,” You shrugged while making quick work of kicking off your shoes and discarding your sweater, exposing your chest instantly to the chilly sound booth thanks to your lack of bra. “But while it is one of many, patience is not, so if we could get on with this whole ‘tiring me out thing’ I’d very much appreciate it.”

Your words seemed to knock the sense that Jaebum seemed to lose at the sight of your fully bare chest. In your opinion, there was not a lot to look at, but apparently, it was one of Im Jaebum’s many things, and who were you to judge? He moved like lightning, freeing himself from his shirt and latching himself back to your body by way of your neck within a few seconds of each other. You let out an overly satisfied sound as the heat that radiated from his body made contact with you, an even more pampered noise escaping when a warm hand clamped down on your right breast, nimble fingers further stimulating your nipple that had already become perked due to the contrast of temperature.

His tongue trailed down your neck, teeth sometimes joining so that a kaleidoscope of sensation greeted you with each ministration. He only stopped when he reached the left side of your chest that had seemed neglected until then, his breath stuttering for just a moment as you continued to twist your clothed core up into his. You let out a soft gasp when his mouth finally came into contact with your nipple, there being no time to recover was his other hand pinched down on your other one.

“Shit,” You cursed while tossing your head back, keeping yourself stable by pushing back on the desk space behind you to keep you stable. There was a nip at the sensitive flesh that you could only imagine was overly red due to his ministrations. “Jae.”

He perked up at the sound of his nickname, a look of pure satisfaction and mischief in his eyes as he gazed up at you, “Yes? You okay up there?”

You let out a frustrated huff, the sound finishing over as a stunted whine when he decided that now was the appropriate time to give you a small flick. “Can we skip this part already? I know it’s like, a thing, but I currently need a different thing if you get what I mean.”

You were answered with a noncommittal hum and a kiss to the side that had once been occupied by his left hand, “I don’t know, I think you may have to be more specific. I mean, how am I meant to successfully tire you out if I don’t know what you want?”

There was a shriek when he sunk his teeth down and suddenly all of your inhibitions were gone and you were thrusting up your hips, “If you don’t fuck me this fucking instant I swear to god Jaebum I will get myself off right here, right now and make you watch.”

That seemed to knock some sense into him, especially as he knew you were perfectly capable of going through with any and all threats. There had been this one time when he had attempted to distract you from your work for a good two hours because he was horny and wanted attention even though you had a deadline. Simply put, he never tried that ever again.

The memory of that torturous night was probably one of the things that set him into instant motion, making quick work of helping you lift yourself up enough to take off your leggings before doing the same to his own jeans, though it seemed he was slightly too eager to even finish the job as he regained his spacing as soon as they were far enough down his thighs so that he could push down his underwear. You understood why the mere thought of not being able to finish what he had started and made him act so quickly when you saw the sight of his cock, incredibly hard and dripping precum. You had seen his dick enough times to not be surprised by it anymore but that didn’t mean that you didn’t take the time to admire it, not that that’s what you were doing right now, right now you were more frustrated by the fact that you could still see it and it wasn’t inside of your rather than how unnaturally pretty it was.

He didn’t waste any time either, cloaking your body with his own, mouth mashing against your own as you felt the all too familiar, yet still exhilarating feeling of his head lined up to your thoroughly sopping entrance. Even though it had barely been a day since the last time you had fucked, it felt like you hadn’t felt his body this close to your own in months. That feeling was quickly extinguished when he slid into you, the stretch welcomed as you both moaned in content.

“Fuck yes,” You sighed in satisfaction, rotating your hips in appreciation of the filling sensation.

Jaebum pressed an overly mushy kiss to your lips before he begun to move, each thrust making you both more riled up and sedated, his empty hand that wasn’t busy keeping your leg up to allow better access, sneaking in between your bodies to latch onto your swollen clit.

You clenched at the added stimulation causing him to groan, “Fuck, you feel fucking amazing.”

“Thanks,” You hummed, clenching down again as your eyes fought to not flutter closed. You enjoyed seeing Jaebum like this, sweat beginning to drip from his dark hair, face flushed with exertion, not to mention basically naked.

“Stop that,” He berated as you tightened yet again, “This is about you if you keep doing that there’s not going to be much of me left.”

“Sorry,” You apologised though it lost its sincerity when you pressed down again causing him to glare at you and press down harder on your clit in retaliation causing you to unleash a loud curse as you threw your head back. There was a twist in your stomach that you knew all too well, the sensation sending shocks through your body. “Fuck.”

“Seems like I won’t have to hold on for that much longer,” Jaebum chortled while slamming back into you causing you to let out an almost shriek.

He was right though, you could see your finish line, the race coming to an end with each twist of his thumb and slam of his hips. Then there was an intruder at your already full entrance and you arched from the table as Jaebum slipped in another finger alongside his dick, successfully stealing the air from your very beginning. You were completely speechless at the sudden sensation that was only amplified by the finger both in you and the one of your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You repeated like a mantra before you were cumming, clamping down on Jaebum with an additional tightness thanks to the extra component which sent him spiralling.

Heavy breathing filled the sound booth, sounding as pleasant to you as many of the songs that had been produced in the very same space. You were thoroughly satisfied and there was an overwhelming sense of numbing exhaustion taking over your very being. Jaebum regained his strength before you did, moving you both to the couch after pulling out, he set you down in a lying position before he went off to find something to clean you off with.

“You tired enough to go home no-” Jaebum begun as he returned with a cloth after having to put on his clothes to go retrieve one, only to be met with you already passed out on the couch, having obviously used the last of your strength to grab for his discarded jacket to cover yourself. He let out a laugh at the endearing sight of your innocent expression as you slept peacefully, muttering himself as he made his way over to you, “Tsundere indeed.”

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