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roosterforme · 2 years

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Jukebox War | Hangman x Reader

Summary: Jake likes the jukebox at the Hard Deck, drinking beers, and cute girls who are a little bit mean to him.

Warnings: Fluff and swears

Length: 2600

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Seriously, who let Jake in here??! He even managed to sneak onto my masterlist!

It was late Friday afternoon. Your work friends wanted to go out for drinks, and you heard someone suggest the Hard Deck. Just as you were about to shut down the idea completely, everyone else wholeheartedly agreed.

You fucking hated it there. It was filled with a bunch of cocky, obnoxious naval aviators who ran their mouths nonstop. Last time you went, some guy with a stupid call sign tried to hit on you all night, and another wasted stick-jockey barfed all over your shoes in the parking lot.

You debated just staying home, but somehow they managed to get you to join them. Out of spite, you refused to wear anything other than ripped up jeans, a tee shirt, and sneakers. At least if you had another parking lot incident, you wouldn't ruin anything too nice.

So far so good; your friends got a drink in your hand as soon as you arrived. Glancing around the bar, you noticed a huge group of aviators in their flight suits near the pool tables. They must have come right from work. "Great," you muttered, trying not to make eye contact with any of the guys.

You couldn't have been there for more than twenty minutes, chatting with your friends, when you heard the same song start playing on the jukebox for the third time. You looked around to try to see who the culprit was.

"Who keeps selecting this stupid song?" you asked your friends. They all just shrugged, unbothered that they were being subjected to "Slow Ride" for the third time. As the song ended, you kept your eyes on the jukebox to see if someone went up to play it again. When you saw a blond aviator make his way over, beer bottle in hand, you walked briskly around the bar and stood behind him, waiting to see what he selected.

He pushed 8-6 with his very long, graceful looking fingers, and the drum intro to Foghat's classic rock anthem "Slow Ride" started blaring.

"Again?" you asked, addressing his broad back, and he slowly turned toward you with a look of annoyance and a raised eyebrow. The annoyance melted quickly from his face as he looked at you, and it was replaced with a rather charming smile.

"Can I help you with somethin', babydoll?" he drawled in an accent that you didn't want to enjoy nearly as much as you did. So you narrowed your eyes and stood your ground.

"Babydoll? Who do you think you're talking to?" you scoffed. "And why do you keep playing this god awful song?"

He smirked at you, eyeing you up and down. "You look like the kind of girl who deserves a cute nickname. And I love this song."

His voice was so smooth, and his face was literally flawless. But he was not charming. You needed to stop thinking that anything about this man was charming.

"Really? You love this song? And you think that's a good enough reason to make everyone else here listen to it for the fourth time?"

His brow crinkled a bit. "Tell me, babydoll. What about this song do you dislike so much?"

You gave him side-eye. "Are you going to stop calling me that?"

"Not unless you tell me your name."

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying desperately not to smile. You already felt like it would mean he wins if you crack first. "My name is Y/N."

He smiled brightly. "That's a real pretty name, babydoll."

Oh, okay. He was pretty good at this, whatever this was. Perhaps he was flirting with you? No, this definitely wasn't flirting. It couldn't be. Men this good looking didn't just call you babydoll. And you'd never flirt with this type of guy.

"Do you have one of those stupid call signs? I hope it's truly terrible."

He chuckled, leaning against the front of the jukebox and casually keying in 8-6 again to restart the song as soon as it ended. He had managed to do it before you could get another selection in edgewise. He was very good at this game.

"I'm Hangman," he told you and then took a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, that'll work. It's even dumber than I thought it would be," you told him with a smirk of your own. "So, Hangman, you want to know what I dislike about this song? Well, it's exactly the type of song you'd expect to be beloved by an idiot you meet at the bar. The thinly veiled sexual innuendo of being in the mood for a Slow Ride? Seems totally on brand for a real tool. And on top of that, it doesn't even sound that good."

You watched as Hangman raised his beer toward his mouth and then paused, staring at your lips as another charming smile graced his handsome face.

"Any chance I can get your number?"

You actually snorted. There was no way you were giving him anything; he was not charming and you were not interested.

"Um, no. And don't even think about selecting this track again when it ends." You slid yourself a little closer to him and blocked the number pad with your hand.

"It's all yours, babydoll. But what are you gonna choose that you think is any better than Slow Ride? I think you'll find your options are pretty limited. I doubt this machine has been updated in at least forty years."

"Literally anything else would be better." When the song ended, you glared at him and blindly hit two numbers, just to prove your point.

But you'd miscalculated exactly how close to him you were standing. You had moved into his personal space, and he hadn't backed away at all. Rather, he was smiling down at you, his beautiful teeth on display. And when "Love Gun" by KISS started playing, it took you a moment to realize you'd definitely made a mistake. You tipped your head forward and cradled your forehead in your hand for a few seconds.

"I thought you didn't like the thinly veiled sexual innuendo genre of song?" he asked, somehow managing to keep a straight face before finishing his beer. "This seems like a weird choice then, but hey, who am I to judge? I'm just an idiot you met at the bar," he said with a bright smile.

You couldn't help it; a bubble of laughter escaped from your lips, and his smile grew bigger as he shifted even closer to you. "I think I also called you a tool," you tell him, desperately trying to stop smiling. When the song ended, you hit two more random numbers, and the jukebox started spewing out "Big Balls" by AC/DC and you both started laughing harder.

"Yeah, you called me a tool as well, babydoll. Kind of liked it when you did though," he said with a smirk, setting his empty bottle on top of the jukebox.

How could you possibly find this man appealing? Your heart skipped along a little faster. "So you like it when girls are mean to you?" you asked him and he laughed.

"Apparently. Or maybe I just like you," he murmured softly in that drawl of his, still smiling. "Are you absolutely sure I can't get your phone number?"

"Yes, I'm sure," you replied, but you didn't back away when he shifted his weight and his arm brushed against yours. "I don't give my number out to guys with names as ridiculous as Hangman," you told him with an eye roll for good measure.

"Well then, I'm Jake." He held out his right hand for you to shake and you took it in your smaller one. His hand was calloused but it felt nice against yours. You could definitely spend some time imagining how it would feel if he touched your face or maybe your neck. You took a moment to really look at his eyes. They were green and unguarded, and you didn't really feel like being mean to him anymore.

"Nice to meet you, Jake." His smile never wavered as you withdrew your hand from his. And when the song ended you tried one last time by hitting random buttons, and "Cherry Pie" by Warrant was what you got.

"Seriously? I give up," you said, holding your hands up in surrender. With a smile, Jake took your right hand in his left and turned you so you were both facing the jukebox. Your mouth fell open, and you tried to snap it shut again before he noticed.

"I have an idea," he said as he scrolled through all the songs and album covers on display inside. "If I can find a song that works for you, how about you give me your number?"

"Hmmm, if you can find a song, I'll consider giving you my number."

"I can work with that," he muttered, lacing his fingers through yours as he scrolled and scrolled. "But... you have to be honest with me. If I pick one and you like it, you can't lie and say you don't."

"I won't lie to you," you promised him, running your thumb along his finger.

He made eye contact with you and said, "Okay, Y/N. I won't lie to you either. So here's the truth. I think you're beautiful and perhaps the funniest girl I've ever met. And for some reason I even like it when you're kind of mean to me. And I think you like this song."

Okay, he was definitely charming, and you were definitely into him. And you were probably going to give him more than your phone number before the end of the night.

He punched in some numbers, and you were pleasantly surprised to hear Al Green's "Let's Stay Together". The look on your face must have given you away before you even spoke, because Jake just looked so pleased with himself.

"Yeah, you win, I like this song."

He beamed down at you, pulling you even closer to him by your laced together fingers. "How about I trade in that phone number offer if you dance with me?"

You silently nodded, and he pulled you into his arms. He spun you a few feet away from the jukebox, and when you looked around, you were actually surprised to find yourself still at the bar, surrounded by other people. Everything except for Jake had seemed to melt away. Now your friends were staring at you with mixed expressions of surprise and glee as you danced chest to chest with Jake, and you could feel yourself start to blush. You tried to hide your face against his rough flight suit, but he tipped your chin up with his fingers before you could.

"You wanna stop, babydoll? We don't have to dance," he drawled, and you were silently begging him to never stop touching your face. It felt even better than you thought it would.

"No, it's not that... I just got so distracted by you and the jukebox, I honestly forgot my friends were at the bar. And now they are all staring at us, and I can feel my phone going off nonstop in my back pocket, because I'm sure they are all texting me to find out who you are and why I'm dancing with you."

Jake casually reached into your back pocket and removed your phone, the sensation of his fingers grazing you through your jeans causing you to gasp. "Don't let them distract you, babydoll," he said, placing your phone on top of the jukebox. "There's a reason I have my back to the pool table right now. I'm sure my friends are doing the same thing."

You glanced around his shoulder, and as soon as the other wide eyed aviators had been caught, they all scrambled to pretend they had been playing pool the whole time. You giggled. "Nah, they just looked very surprised and are now pretending to play pool."

Jake laughed, and it was such a lovely sound. "I'm sure they are surprised. This is pretty out of character for me."

You let him lead you back to the jukebox where he hit some more numbers. "What's out of character for you?"

He tilted his head a bit. "Usually I'd be playing darts and minding my own business. Definitely not dancing with the prettiest girl in all of San Diego. Do you like this song too?"

You finally broke eye contact with him and realized he'd selected "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Elvis.

"Damnit Jake, I love this song. And you can't keep calling me pretty and not expect me to give you my phone number," you told him, shaking your head as he grinned. "You're probably a con artist, or at the very least a player, but yeah, give me your phone. You can have my damn number."

He smiled triumphantly as he took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. You added your number and saved it as Babydoll, turning the screen toward him so he could see it. He laughed, his eyes searching your face and landing on your lips. "I thought you said you didn't like that nickname."

"I never said that. For some deranged reason, I like it when you say it. You have a very charming accent, Jake. And I guess you're kind of sweet. Anyone else tried it though, and I doubt I'd still be talking to them."

Jake looked pleased as he took your phone off the top of the jukebox and handed it back to you. You watched as he typed something out on his own phone, and then smiled at you. Your phone vibrated in your hands as a text from an unknown number came through.

Will you let me kiss you?

You looked up at him, and those green eyes were too much. Silently you took his hand in yours and started walking backward to the door leading to the back deck. He followed your lead, and when you stumbled toward the railing, you both laughed. There was no one else out here, and the ocean breeze was stirring your hair and your clothes. The heat from his hand mixing with the chill of the night air had you turning toward his body for warmth.

"You can kiss me. I want you to," you told him, and your eyes fluttered closed as he brushed his fingers along your cheek and down your neck.

"I wasn't kidding, babydoll," he told you, and you opened your eyes again slowly to look up at him. His face was just inches away now. "You're gorgeous, and I like it when you make me laugh. If I kiss you, I'm going to want more."

"More?"

"Yeah, like a date. How about tomorrow night?"

Then his lips brushed yours softly, and your eyes fluttered closed again. His hands caressed the back of your neck and you stepped closer to him. You deepened the kiss, moving your lips against his as your hands felt the rough front of his flight suit.

Jake nibbled on your lips before gently slipping his tongue into your mouth and tasting you. You pulled him closer until his body was pressing against yours. His nose bumped yours as he smiled against your lips. You sighed as soon as he pulled away from you, immediately missing his kisses.

"What time are you picking me up tomorrow?" you asked, sliding your hands up around his neck.

Jake smiled down at you and pulled you closer. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yes, definitely. Because now I want more, too."

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WHO LET JAKE IN HERE?! I'll now be returning to my regularly scheduled Rooster.

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chahnniesroom · 8 months

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tenderness | chapter 8: all fall down

[noun] /ˈtendərnəs/

1. the quality of being gentle, kind, or loving

2. the feeling of pain, aching, or soreness

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: in a world where soulmates are rare and precious, you don’t know why the universe has decided to give you one. you never could have imagined that they would be an idol, and one that you worked with at that, or the challenges that would arise from your bond.

chapter word count: 4.1k

chapter warnings: injury, blood, sasaeng fans

a/n: i am not a doctor and i did minimal research on anything medical related

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Over the past few years, Chan has grown relatively used to large crowds. At concerts and events, he’s excited to have the chance to see so many faces and hear their cheers. So when their security team warns them that the airport is much busier than usual and to take extra care about sticking together, he takes it in stride and doesn’t think too much of it. The group is in varying states of tiredness and everyone just wants to get home. Airport crowds are a nuisance, but nothing new.

They file out of the plane and line up before they reach the public area. Seungmin is leading the way, Chan is last as usual, and Jisung is sandwiched between Changbin and Minho near the back. A few staff pad the front and back of the line while security surrounds the whole group.

The second that the doors open, they’re subjected to the roar of the crowd that gets even louder when they spot them. Even with headphones in, Chan blanches at the sudden increase in noise and is thankful that his mask probably covered most of his reaction. It seems that the amount of people that usually greet them at the airport has more than doubled and they’re all desperate for an interaction. It's a cacophony of fans calling out their names, love declarations, and screams that make it hard to think.

Ahead of him, the kids are urged forward, but he can barely see them through the bright pops of camera flashes and the sea of bodies pushing at them. The bodyguard closest to Chan rests a hand on his shoulder casually, but his grip is like steel, both guiding him and making sure that they don’t get separated.

Y/n must also be subjected to the ebb and flow of the crowd as she runs straight into Chan at one point, sparking the Charge between them momentarily. Chan looks back to make sure that she’s okay, but she just gestures for him to keep going, anything she might be trying to say being drowned out by the screams and hidden by the mask that she’s wearing. Knowing that he's definitely being filmed, Chan keeps his head down and swallows his concern. The last thing he wants is rumours that might involve Y/n or put any sort of extra attention on her.

The crowd reaches a fever pitch, and multiple cries for Jisung prompts Chan to look up again to search for him. When he finally manages to spot him, it becomes clear that he’s being helped up from the ground. Chan can’t tell if it’s a result of stumbling from poor visibility or an overzealous push from fans, but he attempts to tamp down the simmering anger that he feels building in his gut. He hates that he can't be there to protect Jisung and calm him down. Regardless of the reason that he fell, this wouldn't have happened if they were given more space. They're grateful for their fans, but this is too much.

They need to get out of here and now.

The screaming is deafening now and seems to be coming from all directions. He thinks he can hear security yelling directions, but it’s hard to decipher what they’re saying and who they’re saying it to. With the increased noise comes more pressure as people jockey for a closer position, mercilessly jostling other bodies out of the way. Chan tries to ignore it all, solely focused on getting everyone into the vans waiting for them and making sure they’re unharmed.

The crowd surges forward and they're finally given the space that they need to reach the doors and spill out onto the outdoor concourse. From there it's only a short distance to where a manager is shepherding them into the idling vans.

They had lined up based on dorms, so Changbin basically hauls Jisung into the van with Hyunjin, while Minho ushers all of the younger members into their vehicle with no time wasted trying to organise further.

Chan collapses into his seat and everyone in the van seems to let out a sigh of relief the second that the door closes, sealing them away from the frenzy and most of the noise. There's a brief moment to double check that all the members are present before they pull away from the curb.

Chan twists around to confirm there are no injuries. Other than some bruises and scratches on their arms, they're all relatively unharmed, but definitely rattled. Their fans are generally well behaved and respectful of personal space, so this type of encounter is unsettling, but a good reminder to stay vigilant. They're lucky that things didn't escalate to a point where somebody got seriously hurt, but that might not be the case next time. Chan makes a mental note to request some sort of increased security or additional protective measures to guarantee the safety of the members and all the fans.

Normally, they would spread out in the van to give each other as much space as possible, but today, Jisung stays practically squished between Hyunjin and Changbin who have their arms wrapped around him and are trying their best to soothe him.

Knowing there’s nothing he can do from where he’s sitting, Chan opts for pulling out his phone and shooting Y/n a quick text. He wasn’t able to catch a glimpse of her after he noticed Jisung fell and has no clue how much she did or didn’t see. He doesn’t want her worrying about their safety.

[5:17 pm - sent]

Sorry that was more chaotic than usual haha

Wasn’t expecting so many people to be there...

We’re all fine even if it looked crazy...

Hope everything is okay on your side and see you at the dorms later

He keeps the messages succinct, knowing that Y/n likely won’t have a chance to read his texts until later. Just like with their regular schedules, the staff are all brought back to the company and sometimes she gets held back to finish something or go out for food or drinks. He’s hoping that the crowds died down after they left to make it easier to haul all the luggage and equipment away.

He taps out another message to Minho to reassure him that everyone with him is physically okay, just unnerved and receives a similar response. They agree to all go to the 3RACHA+Hyunjin dorms instead of splitting up, sensing that everyone would feel a bit better if they stuck together for the time being. Relieved, he drops his phone into his backpack and settles into his seat. Without the rush of adrenaline from the airport and the high from the concerts, he can feel how exhausted his body is. It's worse than usual, a bone deep tiredness that doesn’t feel like it’ll be improved no matter how much he sleeps.

It’s the Charge, or lack thereof, he realises. The past few days have been such a blur of travelling and concerts that he hadn’t noticed that he’s barely spent any time with Y/n. He resolves to make up for it this week. They have a bit of a break before the next leg of their tour continues and while Chan has a lot that he wants to finish during that period, he can afford to set aside a few extra hours for Charging. Although he knows that he can probably power through with this level of energy- he’s done it in the past- he feels guilty thinking that it would mean Y/n has to do the same.

When they make it back to the dorms, he calls dibs on the shower, intent on burrowing into his bed the second that he’s cleaned off all the airplane grime. He feels significantly better after washing up and changing into clean clothes, so he wanders towards the kitchen to try to eat something as he waits for Y/n to get back. The second that he enters the living room, all conversations cut off and the members turn to look at him with grave expressions.

Immediately, he’s on edge again and all the tension from earlier is back.

“Is everything okay?” he asks cautiously. It’s clear that Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin are crying and the rest of the members are suspiciously teary-eyed, other than Minho who just looks murderous. “Did something happen?”

He sits beside Felix, who’s on the couch closest to him and puts an arm around him. Felix instantly inches closer, buries his face into Chan’s neck, and starts sobbing freely, tears soaking into the front of Chan’s shirt and making him panic more. Chan surreptitiously pats him down, searching for some sort of injury, but finds nothing. It makes him feel better and worse at the same time.

“We- Yonghwan called-” Changbin finally says. The words come out roughly, like it had been a struggle to get them out. “He said-” The tears that he’s been holding back finally come out and he can’t finish his sentence, wiping at his face roughly.

“What?” Chan demands, when nobody continues Changbin’s explanation. He hates this feeling of being in the dark, he wants to know what has made everyone this upset and what he can do to fix it.

“It’s Y/n.” Felix’s voice is rough and even deeper than usual from crying, Chan can feel it against his skin more than he can hear it. “Hyung…”

Chan didn’t think that his stomach could feel worse, but it seems to twist into a tighter knot at Felix’s words. On autopilot, he continues to rub Felix’s back, but his hands are now feeling weak and he’s glad that he’s already sitting. It takes a couple of deep breaths, but eventually Felix is able to calm down enough to speak again.

“Hyung… Y/n- There was a sasaeng… At the airport.”

Everything seems to stop.

His mind, which was previously racing, can’t seem to process anything anymore and the next few moments feel like a dream or, more accurately, a nightmare. Felix is crying earnestly again and Chan vaguely thinks that he should be too, but instead he’s numb, detached from his emotions, unmoored. He’s aware of someone grabbing his bag and putting it into his hands, helping him into his shoes, and leading him into the lobby of their building, but it feels like his mind is no longer connected to his body. He doesn’t even remember when he put on the beanie or mask that he’s currently wearing.

He desperately wants this to be a nightmare, that someone will shake him awake and he’ll find out that he accidentally fell asleep the second he got home.

He’s jolted back to reality by a voice calling his name. It’s Felix, who is also holding onto both his shoulders. He’s stopped crying as hard, but unshed tears still glitter in his eyes and there are teartracks running down his face. It’s clear that he’s trying hard to keep himself together for Chan’s sake.

“Hyung, the car is here. Are you going to be okay going by yourself?”

“Yes,” he hears himself say. His voice sounds strange, void of emotion. He knows that he has to be okay, that really, there’s no choice because the chance of being recognised would be much higher if he goes with anyone other than staff. He has to be okay, for Y/n.

“Okay. Yonghwan-hyung is going to take you to the hospital.”

“Okay.” Chan starts to walk away.

“Hyung,” Felix calls out, voice still hoarse with emotion. “Promise me you won’t go on Twitter?”

“What? Why? I-”

“Just promise. Okay?”

“I promise.”

But it festers inside of him, not knowing what’s going on, not really. Yonghwan has barely spoken, other than a couple words to guide him into the car and reassure him that they were going to get to the hospital as fast as possible.

After 20 minutes of being stuck in traffic, Chan takes out his phone and unlocks it. It’s clogged with notifications from various staff members, but they’re from half an hour ago and are ambiguous, just telling him to call different people. He swipes everything away without replying and opens up Naver with the intention to look up how far away they are from the hospital. Before he can get that far, he’s distracted by the trending search terms.

‘Stray Kids,’ ‘Incheon Airport,’ and ‘Sasaeng’ are all in the top 10. His finger hovers over each one for a moment, before locking his phone. He doesn’t know if he wants to read an impersonal or speculative article that might overdramatise what happened.

He only lasts another minute before he reaches for his phone again. Even though he can still hear Felix’s voice warning him to avoid it, he can’t help but open the Twitter app. It’s probably going to be worse than reading articles, but it’s killing him to have so little information.

He needs to know what happened.

His Twitter timeline is pandemonium. There’s a mixture of tweets that can be separated into three different categories. The first are ones demanding that videos and photos be taken down, that post links to accounts calling that they be blocked, and warnings to avoid retweeting information. They’re mostly vague and the replies are littered with people asking what happened. Chan scours through them briefly, but all questions are met with ‘DM me’ or something similar.

The second is a set of hashtags trending, #thankyouskijigi, #prayforskijigii, that talk about how grateful they are that Y/n was there to protect Chan and general well-wishes for a quick recovery. This only heightens Chan’s anxiety. He’s not sure why he’s being named specifically, but nothing he can think of is good. Either way, it feels wrong to see that Y/n is being praised for being injured instead of Chan.

The last is what Chan is really searching for. Any photos or videos that he can find of the incident. He has to sift through a number of deleted posts and broken links. There’s a few that are easy to find, but they were clearly taken in the midst of the chaos and the blurriness means that it’s hard to see any details.

There’s an awful clip that Chan somehow manages to find. He’s thankful that he records his screen while watching it because when he clicks to see the replies, the video has already been either deleted by the poster or removed by Twitter. Whoever is filming it has unsteady hands, but they’re close enough that you can still see everything. Y/n is lying curled up on the ground clutching her stomach, the sasaeng nowhere in sight. Chan still can’t tell what kind of injury Y/n has, until she props herself up a bit more and peels back the baggy sweatshirt that she’s wearing to expose her abdomen more.

It looks bad. There’s blood and there’s lots of it.

The light-coloured shirt she’s wearing underneath makes the blood that’s seeping into it obvious in a way that the dark hoodie concealed. The splotch is alarmingly large and seems to be expanding every second even with Y/n’s hand pressed tightly against where the wound must be. It spills onto the floor now that the hoodie isn’t soaking it up anymore. The second that the injury is revealed, the crowd panics. Half the people recoil, while the other half rush forward.

The filmer is one of the latter, dropping their phone to their side so that you can’t see anything, but not stopping the recording. At first, Chan doesn’t think there’s anything else to the video. The audio keeps peaking, overwhelmed by the screaming, but in the last few seconds, he can suddenly make out Y/n’s voice. It’s surprisingly stable, though tight with pain.

“-please send medical services to Incheon Airport? At the terminal 2 arrival hall. There’s a young female who has been stabbed.” There’s a series of pauses and moments where Y/n continues to talk. She's obviously answering questions by the person on the other end of the phone. "I'm- she's conscious, yes… Yes, lucid… In the abdomen… Two times…”

The video ends abruptly and Chan’s left staring at his own face reflecting against his phone’s dark screen.

He feels sick.

He feels nothing.

He-

He closes the video and searches for another.

Pictures, videos, accounts from people who were at the airport, he saves everything. He continues frantically combing through as many links and tweets that he can, especially if they have descriptions of the sasaeng or capture her face clearly.

The best- or maybe the worst, based on the way that it makes Chan’s stomach drop- video is a livestream that somehow hasn’t been deleted or edited yet. It was taken by a fan who seems to be on a stepladder or something that provides them some extra height although if they’re further away. The video is an hour long, but Chan scans through the first section that’s from before they had arrived and starts to play when he first sees Seungmin appear.

This new angle makes it obvious how intentional everything was. There’s a distinct moment when the crowd that’s offscreen shifts, likely reacting to Jisung’s fall, and a corresponding ripple through the rest of the crowd. Chan remembers that, the sudden push as everyone wanted to see what was happening and a renewed effort from the security team to get them outside.

There’s a brief second when there’s a gap between the security team that’s just barely big enough for the sasaeng to slip through unnoticed. The first time he watches the video, he almost misses it. She heads directly towards Chan, partially aided by the general movement of the crowd, and it sends shivers down his back to know how close she was to him without him knowing. With nondescript clothes, a lack of a camera, and a mask covering the lower half of her face, she almost blends into the rest of the staff members.

Before she can reach Chan, she’s intercepted by Y/n who looks like she’s aware of the sasaeng’s presence based on the purposeful step that positions her right in between the sasaeng and Chan. The sasaeng has no time to react and the two of them crash into each other and tumble to the ground.

After that, the video gets too shaky to see what’s happening and cuts off before showing anything else.

“Chan-ssi!” Yonghwan’s voice takes Chan’s attention away from his phone. When he looks up, he can see that the car is idling at the side entrance of the hospital that he normally uses. “Did you hear me?”

“Uhm.”

“Just go in and talk to the reception, tell them you’re looking for Y/n-ssi. They’ll take you to her. I have to go park the car and then I’ll join you.”

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The person that helps Chan at the front desk seems to be familiar with Y/n's case right when he mentions her name. Her posture straightens and she checks Chan's ID to confirm that he's her soulmate before leading him away, pressing buttons on a pager as she does so. She walks briskly and stops in front of a closed door, sliding it open and motioning for him to enter before heading towards the nurses' station.

Chan steps into the room and when he sees Y/n, it feels like he’s been punched in the gut. He physically recoils, shoulder hitting the door frame as he takes a step back.

She looks so small, in the middle of the bed, hooked up to a number of IV’s, other tubes, and monitoring equipment. Her face is pale, more so than usual, and her eyes are closed.

For one awful moment, all Chan can think is that she looks dead.

He slowly approaches Y/n’s side and gingerly rests his hand on her exposed arm, mindful of all the tubes and cords that she’s connected to. The Charge has never felt so reassuring, a steady transfer of energy that reminds Chan that she’s still alive. The nurse excuses herself, but Chan barely notices, too focused on Y/n and the constant drone of the heart rate monitor.

He startles when the doctor enters the room.

“Ah, you are Y/n-nim’s soulmate?” he asks. When Chan confirms, he brightens. “Perfect! Before anything, let’s get you up on the bed with her so that you can Charge properly.”

The doctor helps Chan manoeuvre himself so that he’s curled around Y/n. He shrugs off his hoodie so that he’s just left with his t-shirt and shorts to match Y/n so that they can have as much direct contact as possible. Chan knows he usually runs hotter than most people, but Y/n’s skin is colder than usual, even with the warmth of the Charge between them.

Yonghwan appears partway through the doctor’s explanation of Y/n’s injuries which is probably for the better because other than confirming that she’s stable for now, he hasn’t been able to concentrate. Instead, he holds onto Y/n’s hand, the one that doesn’t have an IV line in it, and intertwines their fingers. He’s always marvelled at the size difference between their hands.

The moment Y/n's heartbeat picks up from the steady rhythm that Chan has now gotten used to, his seems to do the same. It’s close to sunrise, but Chan hasn’t even come close to falling asleep. The time has somehow both inched by, stretched out like pulling taffy, and passed in the blink of an eye. Embarrassingly, he didn’t even notice when the doctor, then later Yonghwan, left the room. Only realising when he noticed the lights dimming automatically when visiting hours ended.

He’s alternated between doom scrolling on social media, texting the group chat since most of the boys are still awake as well, and waiting for any sort of updates from Yonghwan or JYPE. He’s restless, but has done his best to barely move, not wanting to disturb Y/n or any of the equipment she’s hooked up to.

She comes to slowly and Chan feels like he can barely breathe, chest tight with anticipation of her regaining consciousness. Her eyes flutter open and she squints, even though the lights have been dimmed almost all the way down.

He helps incline the bed slightly, lets her have the tiniest sip of water, just enough to wet her mouth, then gives her a little bit more once he knows she won't choke.

He can tell the second she's awake enough to recognise his presence. Her eyes widen and her heart rate speeds up. She tries to lever herself up, but Chan presses a hand onto her shoulder, keeping herself in place. She tries to put a hand on his arm and her eyes scan his form.

"Stay still, you're hurt," he chides gently when she makes a questioning noise.

"Chan?” she gets out.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“You’re safe?”

Chan doesn't know if he wants to laugh or cry at her concern. She's on some strong drugs and is still recovering from anaesthesia, it's obvious from the slight haze in her eyes, her sluggish movements, and the difficulty she seems to have putting words to her thoughts. Yet her first thoughts are about him.

"Yes, I'm safe. The rest of the boys are safe. They’re all at home," he reassures her. She doesn't seem to believe him, reaching for him again agitatedly.

“Were you hurt?”

“Y/n, it’s okay. Everything is okay, I’m not hurt.” Chan takes Y/n’s hand in his again, pressing it against his chest so that she can feel his heartbeat. “Can you feel that? You protected me."

At that Y/n finally calms, settling back against her pillow. Before he can say anything else, she’s already drifted off again. With his free hand, Chan smooths out the hairs that frame her face and she subconsciously leans into his touch. Unable to help himself, he presses a careful kiss to her forehead.

He stares at her peaceful looking face, a mixture of guilt, fear, and worry churning in his stomach. He can’t believe that he was so close to losing her and he knows that he’ll do everything in his power to make sure nothing like this ever happens again.

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-𝐖𝐨𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐞?- 𝐏𝐓𝟐

pairings - wenclair x neglected!daughter!reader

summary - you were born into a family of freaks, and that was the norm for you. but slowly, your interest in your family diminished due to lack of attention towards you. how will you cope?

warnings - none

an - part two for those who were waiting!!

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“So wait, you saw Goody? Our grandmother?”

You sighed in annoyance at your brother's tone, your head hanging low as he rambled on about the events that occurred in the café minutes ago. Luka and his friends had watched you bump into a jockey werewolf and then when you apparently fainted; their first reaction was to grab you and bring you to the infirmary, now here you were.

“I already told you.” You said, sipping a cup of water while you flipped through the spell book lazily, “I blacked out, an old house appeared, I saw Goody, and then I woke up here.”

“That sounds familiar…” Luka inquired slowly, gauging your reaction.

Your head turned to him, a murderous glow in your eyes as you glared harshly. You sat up carefully, staring him into a cowered sitting position.

“I am not having visions, I refuse to accept that.” You growled before standing up sharply and walking out of the blaring-white room.

You stormed down the hallway, ignoring Luka’s protests as he jogged behind you. Your mind was racing a mile a minute at the possibilities of you now figuring out that you have visionary powers which were probably inherited from your dear mother; that disgusted you.

“Mamá es va a averiguarla!” Luka said, getting in front of you to stop you from walking away, “Ella no es tonto.”

“Si, ella no es tonto.” You replied, yanking your belongings out of his hands, “Pero tú no decir nada.”

Luka stared at you, almost as a silent game to see if he would actually say something or not. Black eyes challenged bright blue, the quiet contest becoming tedious for both of you as people passed with confused looks on their faces.

Eventually you caved in, looking away with a slump of your shoulders. You couldn’t argue with Luka, he would always wiggle his way to winning any fight, and he would always gloat about it to his friends when you were both younger.

“Luka.” You sighed, slinging your bag over your shoulder and turning your head back up to his gaze, “Please, don’t tell them.”

“Why though?” He pressed, leaning down so he could speak quietly, “You need help.”

“I don’t need anything.” You snarled as you pushed past him, “You need to let me go back to my room.”

“Y/N I know those visions hurt.” Luka tried again, following you up the stairs and towards your dorm room.

You muttered an insult under your breath, swearing to whatever higher power above that you would curse Luka into his early grave for being so persistent with you. His rambling became background noise in your ears as you moved around your room, setting your stuff down and safely tucking the book back under your pillow before stopping to angrily turn back to your brother.

“Listen,” You said, crossing your arms in front of your chest to appear bigger, “These visions, the voices; they are my problem.”

Luka opened his mouth to speak but you shushed him with a hand to say that you weren’t finished.

“You will keep quiet, you won’t tell anybody about the things that are happening to me. Our mothers are busy enough with Louis and Leo AND with planning for parents' weekend in a few days; they don’t need more stress.”

Luka’s eyebrows furrowed, his face scrunching in confusion.

“Y/N, you aren’t a stresser for them.” He said softly, reaching out to put his hands on your shoulders, “They love you.”

“They don’t act like it.” You snapped, shrugging him off and looking away in embarrassment.

To be truthful, you felt very neglected within your family. Between you and your three other siblings, you were seen as the least favorite. Luka, Louis, AND Leo all successfully wolfed out when Luka was 10 and the twins were 7, which prompted a celebration with your large family circle. Everyone came from both sides to congratulate the three of them with gifts and music and dancing.

Unfortunately for you, barely anyone paid you any attention. The most that anyone said to you was “are you next to wolf out?” or “i’m sorry you didn’t catch up with your brothers” and even “maybe you are defected!”

Emotional demonstration wasn’t your strong point, but when those phrases were said to you, well it hurt. You wanted so badly to fit into the little werewolf circle that was in your home, but you never got the pleasure of getting that trait from your mom.

Instead you were left with voices in your head and absolutely no special abilities at all. You younger brothers, bless them, would always rub it in that you were quote on quote “defective” and would constantly pick on you for not having the wolfish attributes that they possessed.

“You don’t know what it’s like.” You started, stepping away from Luka to pace around your room, “I have to wake up everyday to feel like I’m nothing.”

“But you are something!” Luka said, reaching out to grab your hand, “You’re my twin sister-.”

Your eyes went wide and rolled, your head flying backwards at his touch. A loud bell chime again, ringing in your ear as it drowned out all comprehension of the real world.

Flashes occurred, pictures caught in time as people laughed and talked, then screamed. There was fire, pooling and lapping up at peoples legs as they ran in fear, and at the center of the chaos was…

You.

What was happening to you?

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Daydreaming in Jockey Y Fronts.

#Jockeys #tighty whities #white briefs #tightywhities #gay undies #yfronts

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locations in the outsiders by s.e. hinton

East side

Dally was waiting for Johnny and me under the street light at the corner of Pickett and Sutton, and since we got there early, we had time to go over the drugstore in the shopping center and goof around (19).

We crossed Sutton and cut around behind Spencer's Special, the discount house, and chased two junior-high kids across a field for a few minutes (20).

The greasers go to The Dingo and to Jay's (19).

"That's the greaser that jockeys for the Slash J sometimes" (21).

"We still hang out around rodeos a lot. I've seen you two barrel race. You're good" (23).

Soda had this buckskin horse, only it wasn't his. It belongs to a guy who kept it at the stables where Soda used to work (39).

Buck raised a few quarter horses, and made most of his money on fixed races and a little bootlegging. I was under strict orders from both Darry and Soda not to get caught within ten miles of his place (58).

When we had finished, I pulled on Dally's brown jacket -- the back was burned black -- and we started for Tenth Street (114).

Dally had Buck Merril's T-Bird parked in front of our house, and we hopped into it. I sat tight as Dally roared the car down the street. We were on Tenth when a siren came on behind us and I saw the reflection of the red light flashing in the windshield (146).

We stopped at the Tasty Freeze to buy Cokes and rest up, and the blue Mustang that had been trailing us for eight blocks pulled in (114).

We could all do acrobatics because Darry had taken a course at the Y and then spent a whole summer teaching us everything he'd learned on the grounds that it might come in handy in a fight. It did, but it also got Two-Bit and Soda jailed once. They were doing mid-air flips down a downtown sidewalk, walking on their hands and otherwise disturbing the public and the police (136).

The Vacant Lot

At the corner of our block there's a wide, open field where we play football and hang out, and it's often a site for rumbles and fist fights (31).

Cherry Valance was sitting in her Corvette by the vacant lot when we came by (127).

We reached the vacant lot just as Dally came in, running as hard as he could, from the opposite direction. The wail of a siren grew louder and then a police car pulled up across the street from the lot. Doors slammed as policemen leaped out. Dally had reached the circle of light under the street lamp, and skidding to a halt, he turned and jerked a black object from his waistband (153).

The Dingo

Then we went across the street and down Sutton a little way to The Dingo (19).

The Dingo is a pretty rough hangout; there's always a fight going on there and once a girl got shot (19).

We walked around talking to all the greasers and hoods we knew, leaning in car windows or hopping into the back seats, and getting in on who was running away, and who was in jail, and who was going with who, and who could whip who, and who stole what and when and why. We knew everybody there (20).

The Nightly Double

It was the biggest in town, and showed two movies two movies every night, and on weekends four -- you could say you were going to the Nightly Double and have time to go all over town (20).

We all had the money to get in -- it only costs a quarter if you're not in a car (20).

We went to the concession stand and, as usual, there was a line a mile long, so we had to wait (30).

He and Soda worked at the same gas station -- Steve part time and Soda full time -- and their station got more customers than any other in town (9).

"Your brother Sodapop, does he work at the gasoline station? A DX, I think?" (23).

I had walked down to the DX station to get a bottle of pop and to see Steve and Soda, because they'll always buy me a couple of bottles and let me help work on the cars" (31).

The Park

The park was about two blocks square, with a fountain in the middle and a small swimming pool for the little kids. The pool was empty now in the fall, but the fountain was going merrily. Tall elm trees made the park shadowy and dark, and it would have been a good hangout, but we preferred our vacant lot, and the Shepard outfit liked the alleys down by the tracks, so the park was left to lovers and little kids" (53).

Jay Mountain / Windrixville

"Hop the three-fifteen freight to Windrixville," Dally instructed. "There's an old abandoned church on top of Jay Mountain. There's a pump in the back so don't worry about water" (61).

We climbed up the road to the church, although it was a lot farther away than it looked. (...) we climbed in a back window. It was a small church, real old and spooky and spiderwebby. It gave me the creeps (66).

Johnny and I never went to the front of the church. You could see the front from the road, and sometimes farm kids rode their horses by on their way to the store. So we stayed in the back, usually sitting on the steps and looking across the valley. We could see for miles; see the ribbon of highway and the small dots that were houses and cars (76).

The dawn was coming then. All the lower valley was covered with mist, and sometimes little pieces of it broke off and floated away in small clouds. The sky was lighter in the east, and the horizon was a thin golden line. The clouds changed from gray to pink, and the mist was touched with gold. There was a silent moment when everything held its breath, and then the sun rose. It was beautiful (77).

Dally always did like to drive fast, as if he didn't care whether he got where he was going or not, and we came down the red dirt road off Jay Mountain doing eighty-five ( 83).

West side

There are lots of drive-ins in town -- the Socs go to The Way Out and to Rusty's (19).

Two-Bit gallantly offered to walk them home -- the west side of town was only about twenty miles away (37).

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cnvgoods · 3 months

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#jockey #mensunderwear #mens briefs #white briefs #men in tighty whitey #whitey tighties #tighty whitie #tighty whitie tuesday

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“There are different kinds of soulmates. 12 to be exact." Ms. Whitehurst says while sat with MBG. "When we think of that term, we think so one dimensional. But no matter lover or friend or partner... We are all connected on a spiritual level. And therefore... We can all have a soul mate from the past that will find us one day, again."

Fourth type of soul mate: The Soul Mate

"The Soul Mate: When you think of the term 'Soul Mates', this is the usual type of Soul Mate your brain jumps to. Unconditional love follows these souls through each life. It is always a sudden and strong sexual and romantical attraction that is unexplainable to outsiders looking in. It just feels right to be by their side, and after each last breath comes a promise to meet again. In the next lifetime."

Warning(s): Smut and Fluff!

Author's Note: You want more? Here's more.

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September 8th, 1950 Kentucky...

"Just count your lucky stars we're sending you..." Your boss says from over the rotary phone placed in front of you at the ticket booth right outside of the Kentucky Derby. You roll your eyes at the backhanded compliment. You were hoping your first writing project for this damn newspaper would be a... Serious one. There were bigger things happening in the world than some damn horse race!

"This man you're talkin to is a real big deal, you know. Won every race he's been in, and now he's tryin his ass at jump racing. You're gonna capture it all on that fancy camera of yours, and write up a nice little article about his win, or a sad one if he loses." Your boss says, as if you didn't know your own objectives for the day. You sigh and reach into your purse for your pack of cigarettes, but get pulled from your addiction by the man running the booth.

"Got people waiting to use the phone, lady." The man says and you nod, putting on a polite smile.

"Sorry. Sorry. I gotta go, Bobby. I'll be back in the office tomorrow." You say before hanging up, the hot summer air blowing past you as you fix your hair to keep it in place. "Damn hot country air..." You mutter to yourself as you fix your long tan skirt and red blouse tucked into the waistband.

Had to always dress nice...

You walk through the metal gates and scan the large horse track before your eyes land on the stables. Gripping the leather of your purse strap, you embark on the route towards your new story...

Walking into the stables, your nose fills with hay and sweat and iron and horses. So many horses...

"Excuse me?" You ask a random man who's walking past you with a large stack of hay in his grasp. "Do you know where I can find Kim Taehyung?" You ask, nose scrunched a bit to show just how clueless you were.

"Uh... Right over there, I believe, little miss. What brings you here? You his girl?" The man smirks and you hum with false pleasantness in your tone.

"Not exactly..." You mutter before walking off to the section the man had nodded towards when talking to you. When you walk into the stable, you see nothing at first.

"Uh... Hello?" You ask before stepping closer and seeing a young man dressed in jockey gear hiding behind the large brown horse between you two. You pause.

"Taehyung?" You ask and he peeks over the horse slightly to smile sheepishly at you.

"Depends on what you need." He teases quietly as you stare at him closely. You couldn't help it. He was a handsome man.

"Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim. Um... Last second jitters?" You joke as you motion to where he'd been hiding. He stands up straighter and laughs nervously at that, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Me? Jitters? Nah, never." He nods certainly and shakes your hand slowly.

"I came to interview your before the big race." You inform softly, but don't pull your hand away. It felt good in his grasp.

"Oh? Well... I'm on a time crunch, but... I can happily tell you all you need to know... After the race. Say... Over dinner?" He asks hopefully, and you eye him up and down.

"Mm... Depends." You say finally.

"On?" He asks, straightening up at the look of consideration on your face.

"If I find you interesting or not." You shrug before you walk out of the stables, blushing slightly.

What the hell just happened?

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September 12th, 1950 Kentucky...

“Hey. You okay?” The question rings through the night air as you keep pace with each other. You wrap your arms around yourself a bit as you try and fix up your posture.

“Yeah. Don’t I look okay?” You try jokingly. You’d fallen into a peaceful silence as you walked back to your place from your night out at the town’s bar. It felt nice to be around this man, and a part of you didn’t want tonight to end.

He hums softly. “You look cold.” He jokes as he slips off his jacket and puts it on your shoulders effortlessly.

“Oh. Tae…” You try as you softly push it off your shoulders.

“No, no. Don’t you dare give that back.” He says simply and you blush a bit before fixing the jacket back on to your shoulders. It smelled strongly like him, and it did protect you from the chilly night country air.

“Well… If you insist.” You tease and he chuckles.

“Yup. That’s right, little lady. I don’t play when it comes to being a gentleman.” He jokes. “You will accept my jacket.” He smirks and you giggle as you look down a bit at your heels that step precisely on the pavement under you.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” He asks finally, gazing up at the stars with his hands in his pockets as you tuck some hair behind your ear. You hum and nod fast as you spot your house coming into view.

“I’m glad. Been awhile since I was… Able to go out with someone. Glad I’m not rusty.” He says and you smile a bit. Ain’t that the truth. You haven’t been out in awhile, but this just felt so right. Better than any other date you’ve been on.

“Here we are…” He finally says and you can’t help the frown that forms on your lips. You guys ascend the steps and get to your front door. You sigh softly and eye the door before leaning against it, looking up at the 5-foot-10 man standing in front of you.

“This is the part where I’m supposed to say goodnight, right?” He whispers and you gaze into his eyes softly.

“Are you going to?” You whisper back and he chuckles a bit, sheepish.

“Why do you ask?” He challenges playfully, voice a mumble as you smile up at him.

“You just… You’ve got this… Look. In your eyes…” You whisper back and he looks at you. His eyes were open books. You could see he didn’t want this night to end just like you…

“Oh? And what kind of look… Would that be?” He asks quietly and you bite your lip while you slowly reach up to touch his tie.

“The kind of look that says… You don’t wanna leave just yet…” You whisper as you gaze at his tie instead of his eyes because then he’d see that you wanted that too.

“Oh, really?” He whispers and then looks at your door before looking down at you again. “Are you gonna take pity on me then?” He asks and you finally look up at him, your cheeks hearing up only a bit as you shift slightly on your feet.

“Maybe just… To get some water for the road. It is the nice thing to do…” You say softly as you stand up straighter.

He nods. “I’d appreciate that. Yeah, water… Water sounds real nice…” He smiles.

“Just water.” You say as you point a finger at him, and he holds up both hands innocently.

“You’ve got my word.” He says and you only hum before letting you both inside.

The conversation flows nicely and freely over two glasses of water as you sit at your kitchen table. You each enjoy some fruit as well to nibble on as you focus more on each other. The time passes by so effortlessly and when you finally catch sight of the time, you see it’s almost one in the morning.

“Goodness sake…” You chuckle as you shake your head. Taehyung looks over and is also stunned by the time. “Look at that. Holy…” He trails off as you get up and start to gather the dishes and glasses.

“Getting late.” You note bashfully as you head over to the sink, mind wondering of what the night can hold for you two. As if reading your mind, Taehyung walks over to the sink too.

“Is this goodbye?” He asks quietly as he watches you start to wash the dishes. You look at him.

“What do you want?” You ask finally as you watch him smirk at the question.

“What do I want…” He mutters, as if thinking. “Can I be straightforward?” He asks and you can’t bring yourself to talk so you just nod.

“Well. I want… you. I want you… Under me. Legs wrapped around my waist. Nails digging into my back. I want you… To be absolutely… Lost… In pleasure.” He whispers as he looks you right in the eyes. You feel your entire body heat up at just his words and slowly turn off the water before you turn fully to face him.

“And how do I know you… You’re gonna stick around come morning?” You ask sheepishly. You wanted to give in too, so bad. But… What if this was all some game? He chuckles quietly at your question and shakes his head as if amused that you’d even ask that.

“There is… Nowhere else… I’d wanna go.” He whispers honestly and you feel your heart race as you grab his face and crash your lips into his, kissing him deeply as he quickly grabs a hold of your hips.

The make out is hot and heavy and he pulls away for a split second to catch his breath. “I can’t wait. Here. Now.” He pants before turning you around, so your back is to him, kissing along your neck and biting the cork of your neck as you shut your eyes in pleasure, gasping at the suddenness of his need for you. He makes quick work of unzipping your dress, groaning at the black lace set that makes you blush. You were hoping for something, that much was obvious.

With your dress now looked around your feet and his lips working your shoulders and back, his rough hands roam your body as you moan softly, enjoying being taken care of like this.

“Tae!” You moan out finally. His hand slides into your underwear and you gasp sharply only to be held between the counter and Taehyung while he rubbed your clit firmly.

“Oh! Oh!” You moan as you press right against his hand while he groans at how wet you are. You couldn’t help it. And thanks to him pressing against you, you didn’t have to worry about your legs giving out.

“Oh. What is it, darlin? Hm?” He teases quietly. “Tell me. Tell me what is it…” He encourages in your ear quietly as you grip the countertop, gasping out his name in response. It’s the only thing that could come to mind at this point.

“Mm… Lean back.” He orders and you do just that, your head falling back on his shoulder. “Look up at me…” He pants and you force your eyes open, looking up at him as you whine quietly against his lips, grinding against his rough hand…

“There you go…” He praises quietly. “Hi.” He teases and smiles softly before kissing your forehead tenderly. “What do you want, Y/N?” He whispers and you feel your mind racing. You wanted so much all at once, honestly…

“Tell me what you want…” He encourages as you start to kiss his neck and up his jawline while you shiver softly at his attention.

“I want you…” You manage to breathe out as you continue rocking against his hand, your clit throbbing for release.

“I can tell. You’re so damn wet down here…” Taehyung pants as he presses firmly against you and you feel how hard he is.

“You’re one… To talk…” You moan quietly, eyes shutting again as you grind your ass back on the bulge. He groans lowly.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He groans as his other hand roams up your body to grip one of your breasts through your bra.

You feel his finger tease your entrance before his other finger follows. You breathe in sharply as you feel him start to slowly finger fuck you, his thumb rubbing your clit. You cry out, head back against his shoulder. You felt trapped in the best way possible.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want…” He whispers in your ear as you start to trample in pleasure.

“I-I can’t… I can’t w-wait!” You whine. You needed more and you couldn’t wait for it. You needed to feel full now.

“Can’t wait? Can’t wait for what, hm?” He taunts quietly as his hand slips under your bra and starts to tweak at your nipple, making you arch your back.

“I’ve got you. Feel good for me…” He whispers in your ear and something just snaps in you. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You kiss Tae hotly and grab the back of his neck, turning in his arms. He doesn’t even have time to react before you’re both falling on the kitchen floor, you straddling him. There’s no pain, just a white-hot need for more. For him. You blindly make quick work of his clothes, basically ripping open his tan vest and yanking at his tie as you make out.

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April 19th, 1952 Kentucky...

"There you two are..." You say as you hop down the wooden steps of the farmhouse you'd gone to enjoy the ceremony in. The silk white wedding dress hugged your body like a dream, and the long sleeves helped protect you from the cool evening air.

Taehyung and your father look over at you as you run over to basically tackle your husband, enjoying the feel of his body against yours.

"You found us." Your father snickers as Tae kisses your forehead softly, an arm coming around to hold you tight to his side.

"Am I needed inside?" He asks you softly and you hum quietly.

"Not exactly." You say back bashfully.

"I think you're needed for husbandly duties." Your father jokes and Taehyung laughs softly as he eyes you playfully. "I'll leave you two love birds alone." He continues and you move away from your husband to hug your dad before he heads inside.

With you both alone now for the first time all day, you can't help but grab his face, kissing him deeply. He laughs against your lips but wastes no time in kissing you back. "Finally." You joke quietly against his lips, your hand going to play with his tie as he smiles bashfully at you.

"Come on now. We've got forever to kiss like that." He snickers softly as he grabs your waist firmly, holding you against him as he looks deep into your eyes.

"Not long enough." You taunt quietly as you wrap your arms around his neck. He hums and kisses your forehead sweetly.

"Imma make you eat those words, Y/N." He threatens jokingly as he sways with you ever so slightly, as if he couldn't help but move with you under the night sky. Your heavy head finds home against his chest, eyes shutting as you smile peacefully. This is what you needed...

"Do your worst." You whisper finally, eyes opening only to watch the way your gold band shimmered in the moonlight, hand gripping his tie more. You've never seen something look so... Perfectly placed. Like the ring was made specifically for you to wear as his wife. A title that was so accepted wholeheartedly.

"I hope we get more forevers..." You whisper, eyes shutting once more so you're fully drowned by the feeling.

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September 8th, 2023 South Korea...

"Just count yourself lucky, Y/N..." Your boss says as you hold your cell phone between your shoulder and ear as you walk through the spinning glass door of the recording building you'd been told to go to. You roll your eyes at the backhanded compliment. You were hoping your first writing project for this damn blog would be a... Serious one. There were bigger things happening in the world than some K-pop idol enlisting in the military!

"This man you're talking to is a real big deal, you know. Part of the biggest boyband in the world. You're gonna write up a nice little article about him, and then be on your way." Your boss says, as if you didn't know your own objectives for the day. You sigh and reach up to fix your hair that had gotten messy from the wind, but you're pulled from your conversation by some intern approaching you slowly.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" The man asks, and you nod, putting on a polite smile as you hold up a finger, silently asking for one more second on the phone.

"Sorry. Sorry. I gotta go, Bob. I'll be back in the office tomorrow." You say before hanging up, giving full attention to the intern as you fix your tan slacks and red blouse that was tucked into the waistband.

Had to always dress nice...

"Mr. Kim is upstairs? Fifth floor." He says before beckoning you to follow him. You grip the leather of your purse strap as you embark on the route towards your new story...

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And What Would You Do Baby, If You Only Knew

pairing [s] : two-bit mathews x trans!Soc!male!reader

a/n [s] : requests are open!!

Two-Bit Mathews has been explained to always put his two bits in a conversation, and the wise cracker of the Greaser gangs. However, when he met you, he's sure you ate him up and threw his brains and voice-box out of the window. You're sitting at the lunch table, chewing on whatever school food was made that day, with your jockey friends. He was warned about that group by Johnny and Ponyboy, how they always tried to take down Greasers that roamed the school.

However, Johnny mentioned how you were in his English and Chemistry class, and how you defended him a couple times after one of your “friends” picked on Johnny. People could've sworn all of the mischief and constant seek for danger left his eyes that day. Now, it was filled with adoration and wanting to find out about the boy he fell in love with that day.

Two-Bit immediately begins his venture of messing with you. Your friends stuck up for you, ending up with some bruised lips and eyes out of school grounds. However, on those particularly hard days, you stayed back with Keith and picked him up for running back to your friends. God, did that send him further back into the constant need to feel his hands on his face again.

Finally, he caught you alone, sitting away from people at the drive in theater. Two-Bit rubs his hands together and walks over to you, flipping up his leather jacket up further his neck: you're not sure how, but he figures out how to. He slides in the seat next to you, but you keep your eyes on the beach movie in front of you. “What are you doing around here? Where are you little Soc-y friends huh?” You turn your head at his words, and can't help but feel a little cheesy as him. He's puckering his lips out and smiling at you.

“They’re drinking and stuff. I actually wanna get home tonight.” You mumbled, head sitting on your fist as your attention falls back to the movie. Two-Bit slides back closer into you, arm wrapping around your shoulder and his hand rests. “Oh yeah? Need a ride home then? I can walk you.” You turn your head to look at him, with his hair greased enough to let a car slide on top and his eyes staring into yours. “Nah, I'm fine. I can just walk.” The Letterman jacket you're wearing suddenly feels too warm for the night and you pull it off.

Two-Bit is still there, arm wrapped around you. “You can’t walk round’ here.. lemme walk you home.” Two-Bit is almost begging to you, and he sits his head in your lap to look at you. You can't help but feel your cheeks warm at the sight of him. He smells like smoke and beer, but for some reason, it pulls you in deeper. “C’mon baby. I don't bite..” That's the sentence that started everything, that started the endless secret nights of holding and everything that you always needed and what you dreamed of.

You had to keep everything on the down low, your parents especially could not find out about Two-Bit and yours relationship. So, it ended with sneaking around past doors and out of windows, or holding hands under tables and interlocked pinkies. You couldn't lie and say the adrenaline rush wasn't absolutely amazing, after the constant things happening with the same business conversations or what football team won that week.

Two-Bit made your life ten times better than usual, but always incidentally, people find out about everything.

Two-Bit decided to take you out to a picnic and you were absolutely so excited. You wore your best Madra and jeans and you did your hair the way you knew Two-Bit liked it. He picked you up at your front door, and he and your father had a conversation. Two-Bit said he was giving you a ride to a football meeting, and surprisingly, your dad believed him. It was surprising to you for the fact that Keith was successfully able to lie to your parents.

Keith takes your arm and starts walking with you. His hands are in his jacket and he's talking about school and the gang. “I missed hanging out with you. Ever since the rumble everything's been so tight. The guys, man, they wont let me even look at a Greaser without getting my ass kicked.” Two-Bit straightens up and his arm wraps around your waist. “I know, Dally almost ripped my head off a couple days ago cause of it. I went out to see you, and man, was he mad.” You smile at the thought of Two trying to see you when he knows the circumstances between Greasers and Socs.

“I wish we could tell people, y'know. I wanna be able to do stuff with you in school.” Two-Bit nods and slips his pinky into yours. “Me too.” Two-Bit responds, gently cradling your hand in his and giving it a small kiss. “You’re the best thing that's ever been mine, and one day, I swear everyone will know.” That gives you a sense of relaxation as you lay your head on Two-Bit’s shoulder.

The moment is sweet and gentle, and you stare between your feet on the ground or the stars that collide against the dark sky. That was one of your favorite nights with Two-Bit, no matter how many more you shared, that night will always be etched in your memory forever. The way he held you and the way he told you that everyone would know.

The next day at school, it hurt to not hold him or even speak to him. Two-Bit didn't care however, and would still continue to talk to you and be around you at all times. It worried you and if the chance your friends found out, you would be torn apart quicker than you could even yell. Whenever Two-Bit tried to walk you home, you didn't even realize one of your friends had been traveling far behind and you decided to hold Keith's hand in yours and let him give you a soft kiss against your cheek.

At some point, your friend sped up and slammed his hand on Two-Bit’s shoulder and slammed him onto the ground. You yelled out Two-Bit’s name as your “friend” threw a punch against Keith's face. You pulled Two-Bit away from the fight and told him to go away. Your friend is standing there, holding his fist, and he's huffing in breaths. “What the fuck was that?” You asked and your friend looked up at you. “The Greasers need to get away, always being in your business, man. We're buds, we gotta protect each other.”

You stared at him like he was speaking a different language. “So, your thought to protect me, someone who is fully capable of getting someone away, is to throw them on the ground?” However you're sure your friend is more confused than you are and grumbles before walking away. “Man, sorry, I just lost it. But, don't tell anyone, I'm with Two-Bit. We're.. dating.” That makes your friend stop walking and turn to look at you. “Aw shit man. I'm sorry too, I should've let you handle it if anything was happening. So.. you're like gay?” The word almost burns, but you know he's just trying to figure it out. You nod at him and he gives you a soft smile.

“I won't tell anyone, your secrets are safe with me.” You smile at your friend after he reassures you. You hug him and he smacks your back. “See you at football practice next week.” Now, it was time to find wherever your boyfriend had ran off too. Eventually, you find Two-Bit, he's wiping the blood off of his nose and you can see him angrily rubbing tears off his face. “Two, hey honey.” You sit down next to him and pull his hands away from his face.

“Dickhead hit me right in the nose.” He huffs out and he lets you hold his handkerchief to his nose. You frown at him and give him a tight hug and he tenses up. “He apologized. It's just... we're all protective of each other. Just like how you are with Johnny.” You pull away from the hug and Two-Bit has a soft smile on his face. “I just, I really wish we could be more open,”

You sigh and give Two-Bit a soft kiss on his forehead. “I know, soon.” He hugs you once more and lays on your shoulder. “Thanks for fighting him.” You laugh with Two-Bit as he runs his thumb over your knuckles. “Always, I would fight everyone for you, I’ve done it before.”

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