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markresonates · 2 years

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summary: You claim to barely remember the fatal boating accident from this summer, unaware that deep within your subconscious you know someone in your friend group has blood on their hands. On the night the devil comes to collect for something you can’t recall, the only thing standing between you and a fiery, one way ticket to hell is your story.

pairing: ex!Jaemin x fem!reader x devil!Haechan

(featuring: brother Jeno & dreamies briefly)

genre: porn w plot, angst, tiny fluff, supernatural

trope: college, house party, whodunit, not a love triangle

word count: +10.7k

a/n: for @neo-cult-ure’s sinners collab! my designated sin: lust…but uh i got carried away. so. it’s not solely jaemin? super sorry about that & being late. 2nd note: this is my 3rd fav fic so i hope you like it as much as i do!

warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral (fem & male), lots of choking & degradation, spanking, manhandling, voyeurism, lil humiliation, exhibitionism, masturbation, restraints, me pushing the Haechan big d!ck agenda, slight dub con kind of(?), character death, blood, hard dom!Haechan, dom!Jaemin, sub!reader

“Hey, where did you put the cups?” Renjun asked.

Jisung looked up from the family-sized bag of chips that he was considering to be his lunch. “Uh… what cups?”

“Ugh, seriously? I told you to get red solo cups two days ago!”

“Renjun, don’t blame somebody with an attention disability,” Chenle defended his partner in crime. “It’s not his fault he forgets things within 12 hours!”

“Or less,” Jeno piled on from where he was decorating the chandelier in festive purple and orange streamers.

…..

An affectionate hand softly slips into yours. “Today reminds me of him, too.”

You fall out of the clouded memory from the last holiday, landing on the solid concrete floor of reality with a painful thud. That was then and this is now. You blink back the stinging tears rimming your eyes, clearing your throat to swallow the grief clogging your airway. Your empty stare flicks from the bathroom sink to the bunny leaning against the door frame, exchanging a sad smile with the only person who’s been able to carry you through the toughest period of your life.

“You didn’t have to throw a halloween party this year, y/n,” Jaemin echoes for the third time this week. His thumb traces comforting shapes into your skin.

“I know, I know. It just felt like I had to though. Like, it's a family thing and I’m in charge of it now because he’s-” You take a shaky, deep breath, suppressing the sobbing fit laying heavily on your dry tongue. “...because Jeno is gone.”

For the sake of privacy, Jaemin fully enters the bathroom and locks the door behind him. “At least Renjun volunteered to take care and host the actual party after you did all the planning, right?”

You can see compassion in his dreamy eyes, minimally putting your mind at ease. Your altruistic boyfriend always looks on the bright side of things, finding the silver lining in situations.

“Yeah, that would’ve been a nightmare.”

Someone noisily jiggles the bathroom door handle behind Jaemin, successfully ruining the intimate moment as he leans in for a kiss. “Occupied!”

“Y/n?! Are you in there?!” Renjun shouts over the pulsating party music playing on the other side of the thin wood barrier.

You groan purposefully loud enough for the mood killer to hear. “Why?!”

“Can you open the door so we can stop yelling?!”

Jaemin twists the lock and yanks the door inward impatiently. “What do you want?”

“Can you get extra chairs from the shed out back? You know the combo to the lock,” he requests in a nicer tone. “Please?”

“Why can’t you do it?” Jaemin interrogates your smaller friend.

“Yeah, can I tell you the combo so you can get them yourself?”

The substitute host releases the exhausted sigh of a retired, 80 year old man who’s sick and tired of the neighborhood kids playing in his front yard. Renjun was involuntarily cast for the role simply because he owns the most brain cells out of the friend group. Nevertheless, brains or not, he’s getting antsy wearing the actual party host pants that are 1.5x sizes too large for him.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” you say, mostly out of pity for how agitated the introvert appears.

If looks could kill, Renjun’s limp body would be on the floor and Jaemin’s daggered eyes would be held liable for murder. He wanted tonight to be as bearable and stress free as possible for you because he knows what happened to Jeno makes you emotional. Taking care of trivial party chores doesn’t exactly qualify for “stress free” by his standards. “Baby, wait. Drunk college kids are perfectly capable of sitting on the floor.”

“It's not that big of a deal, really.” And certainly not big enough of a deal to kill one of your closest friends over. “I need fresh air anyways.”

“I’ll come with you then,” he says, just like you knew he would.

You open your mouth to accept his offer when an unidentified, urgent knocking at your bedroom door rips your consciousness from dream land.

…..

Another dreaded dose of reality kicks in, figuring out you’ve been alone all along. You’re propped up against your headboard, back pressed to fluffy pillows. Rather than the caring boyfriend of your dreams, your hands lay clasped together on yellowed, delicate pages of a book you mysteriously found on your bed yesterday. You assumed one of your friends left it there as a surprise to somewhat cheer you up on a painful day. The spooky novel you planned on starting tonight is sprawled across your thighs. Technically you did start it, even if only a whopping two paragraphs of Shiley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House before passing out in your solitude. Once more, your eyes comb over the first sentence you got through before passing out in your solitude:

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed (to some) to dream.”

The inception you experienced begs the question if anyone had been knocking at your door in the first place or if that was simply another mind trick. You wouldn’t be surprised if the disturbance was all in your head. There is not a single drop of alcohol in your bloodstream yet you suspect the dissociated allusions are comparable to the effects of the stinging liquid chugged downstairs. Although, the vibration in your pocket notifies you that the not so imaginary culprit is outside in the hallway, forcing you to get out of bed and check on the person interfering with your unscheduled beauty sleep.

“This better be a life or death situation for you to wake me up,” you grumble at the low budget spiderman.

“Dude, I woke you up? Seriously? I’m really sorry, I didn’t know you were actually sleeping,” Mark rambles apologetically. “I thought you were just, like, avoiding coming outside because Jaemin’s here with this other girl and they’re like basically fucking with their clothes on in the living room and you didn’t want to-”

“Wait, he’s already with another girl?”

Mark pulls his halloween mask off in a panic. “Holy shit, you didn’t know.”

“But it’s been less than a month since…” Your voice trails off halfway through the silent, heart shattering fact, as if you didn’t have enough of a reason to cry today.

“Fuck, I’m really, really so, so sorry, y/n.” The superhero has the same idea as your dream ex boyfriend did, seeking solace in your room by barging in through the sliver in which you opened the door. He locks it behind him, doing everything in his power to prevent the ex from seeing the tears that’ll likely be shed in his cursed name. “I don’t know if it matters but you’re definitely, like, hotter than she is.”

“Wow, I feel so much better now, thanks,” you deadpan.

Mark pulls you in for a hug you didn't know you needed right now. The extra padding from the costume is oddly comforting. You don’t count the exact seconds of the embrace but he holds you long enough to feel as emotionally supported as holding Jaemin’s hand for 10 seconds would feel. That support would have to suffice for the time being.

“I remember you said it’s ’cuz of guilt, right? But, um, would you ever consider getting back together? I’m almost positive he’s, like, trying to make you jealous or he wouldn’t have come.”

Honing your emotional distancing skills, you wiggle out of his artificially bulky arms. You regain your composure, smoothing out your vampire costume with your hands. Even if you suspected you wouldn’t leave your room, because of the fact that you talked about being vampires with Jeno earlier this year, it would be a crime against siblinghood to leave the costume in your closet to rot. Pulling out of Mark’s hug calls home the loneliness that settled into your own rotting skin at the end of the summer.

“What did you need earlier?” A spark of intuition coerces you to take a shot in the dark before he speaks. “Actually, wait… were you going to ask me about extra chairs?”

“Oh my GAWD! How did you know I was gonna say that?!”

How DID you know that?

“Lucky guess, maybe? I had a weird dream about chairs for some reason.”

“Damn, really? That’s shit is fucking crazy, wow.”

You weigh your options at the moment: stay in your lonely room and wallow about Jaemin replacing you so easily and freshly becoming an only child in your family, OR distract yourself with a trivial task that requires no comprehension and gets your blood pumping for a little while. “Actually, I’ll go get the chairs for you.”

Concern is instantly etched into your friend’s face as you usher him out into the hallway. “Hello no! Dude, don’t even trip, like, I got you. Just tell me the combo to the lock and I’ll go get them instead.”

“Thanks, Mark, but I think I need some fresh air right now.”

Spiderman looks conflicted about your decision but reluctantly moves out of your way. He’s right on your tail heading towards the back door and doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand when you pass by your ex on the packed living room couch.

Ever since middle school, Jeno and Jaemin had been inseparable on Halloween, often planning couples costumes that you participated in every so often. Never in a million years would you have pictured some girl you’ve never seen before on top of him, grinding on Jaemin in public, no less. But here you are. On the other hand, you never pictured a halloween without your brother either.

Life changes whether you want it to or not, and you either accept it or drown in the memories of the past, trying to relive the moments you treasured most.

Your feet take root in the amber oak wood floor, shock feeding your visceral reaction. You plant yourself smack dab in the middle of the swaying, half tipsy/half drunk costumed, college crowd.

If Jeno wasn’t around from the very start, was this what Jaemin would’ve been doing all along? Charming hot girls with a simple cheeky smile and a flirty wink to sweet talk them into his lap? Honestly, it would probably be more than just his lap.

Jaemin locks eyes with you and squeezes the girl's ass tightly, swirling her hips around and grinding down faster on his unquestionably hard erection. You imagine that when the party's over, he’ll take that girl to his car and fuck her rough, hard and dirty. Foggy green blurs over your eyes momentarily, while red heat blazes between your legs, remembering and imagining the times that he used to give it to you like when you two wanted to switch things up after having deep and passionate sex every other day. You’d chalk it up to pent up sexual frustration making you miss it like crazy. You feel like you’d do nearly anything to get fucked as good as Jaemin could fuck you but seriously doubt there’s a single person on earth who would be able to do that.

Perhaps Mark was right and the whole point of this public, explicit performance was some toxic way of trying to make you regret ending things with him. But after what you’ve seen tonight, it shouldn’t matter in the slightest. You simply wish you could feel something other than lonely, needy and stupidly jealous for the rest of the night.

Mark tugs on your vampire cape then nudges you forward. You break eye contact with your once dream boyfriend, releasing you from whatever magical spell he cast on you. Fighting the livid urge to say something to them, you bolt to the exit, sensing his enigmatic glare follow you through the sea of party goers. He had kept his eyes peeled for you the entire night. Not that you care or anything (or not that you should care.) Jaemin was trying to wind you up and you despise the fact that it is working. He spies Mark’s hand in yours through a momentary gap of college students and is swept up in a whirlwind of emotions he’d prefer to bury in the ground.

Elbowing your way through numerous sweaty bodies, you successfully reach the sliding glass door to the backyard. You put your hands on Mark’s chest, preventing him from following you out into the night. “I kind of want a moment alone, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll be right back,” you promise him.

Your roommates all agreed that the backyard should be off limits during the party and you’re relieved to find that the handwritten, crooked sign that Jisung taped to the see-through door did the trick. To ensure that the door is left open a smidgen, you grab a twig near the pool and jam it in the door track.

The backyard shed houses eight folding chairs and you’re determined to fetch the whole collection. You wrangle the cobweb-clad chairs Mark requested out of the storage space and lean them up against the side until all of them are out. In order to save time, you take two chairs with each trip. You take extra care going by the pool covered in its dark red protective plastic tarp. The heavy folding chairs scrape along the cool pathway leading from the shed to the glass doors and the screeching sound of metal on cement echoes over the wooden fence of your backyard perimeter, pouring into the neighborhood’s vacant streets. It is late enough into the night that every kid who lived within a ten block radius had called it a day and gone home to binge the sugary treats they reeled in.

You reminisce about the times that you and Jeno would return from trick-or-treating as children. As soon as you dumped your halloween hauls on the kitchen table, Jeno began bargaining with you for the sweet, jelly candy pieces that he loved. You and your brother were far closer than you’d say most siblings were and didn’t fight nearly as much as others, so it was all the same to you whether he got more of the jelly candies. By the end of your fair trade off, you would be the new owner of a large chocolate ratio and it barely mattered if you liked the jelly treats too.

With six chairs down and two to go, you scoop up the remaining few and lock the shed. Pivoting around, a stranger blocking your path appears seemingly out of nowhere. “Hey, what are you doing out here? The party’s inside only.”

You look the mysterious guy up and down, pondering what his costume is supposed to be. Light illuminates half of his shadowy figure. He's sporting a black-on-black attire of thoroughly ripped jeans, a plain black t-shirt and a chic leather jacket. On his head sits a dark bucket hat, partially shielding silver dangly earrings. “Did you miss the sign that said the backyard is off limits?”

“I’ve been watching you for sometime now, y/n,” he proudly says.

“Ohhh, are you playing a stalker for halloween?” you ask. “I haven’t watched a full episode of You on netflix but I don’t think your outfit matches that one guy Joe Goldberg.”

“Today’s your lucky day.”

“Really? And why is that?” You drag the chairs around to your hip, preparing for your return once he vacates the premises.

“I'm in a pretty good mood today… so I’ve decided to give you a second chance.” The smug smile on his face makes the hairs on the back of your stand up.

“What are you talking about?” He appears amused by your soured expression. “Look, get out of my way. My boyfriend is waiting for me inside.”

“Hmm, your boyfriend… I thought you broke up with Jaemin because of your dead brother? Or are you talking about the religious one who’s been flirting with you all night?”

“How did you-? God, it doesn’t fucking matter.” Moving to push past him, he grabs your forearm, his hand searing hot and branding your skin with sweltering heat. The fiery feeling ripples through your arm like a flattened pebble skipped on the surface of a boiling pond.

He snickers as you leap back in pain, looking down at the hole that the high temperature burned through your long sleeve costume. “Oh, come on, y/n. I didn’t hurt that bad. You’re totally being overdramatic.”

You hold your hurt arm gingery. “Really? Then why don’t I brand your arm with a hot iron and we’ll see how it feels.”

He sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes. Caving into your noisy complaints, he snaps his fingers, and the pain dissolves. The only remnants of its existence being a fuzzy sensation similar to your foot falling asleep, fading until it's completely gone. “So, here’s how it’s going to go, sweetheart. I’m interested in a certain story of yours about the-”

“I’m not telling you shit,” you spit out.

He pokes his tongue into the inside of his cheek, jerking his head disappointingly. “-most life changing night of your life”

“Go fuck yourself.” Your bold insult lures him in closer. You back up as far as you can manage before your back hits the shed door. Hitting it with a hard thud, the impact knocks the majority of the wind from your lungs and you sputter for air.

“You have no choice, princess. Either I’m finding out what I wanna know or your fate is sealed and you drown.” He gestures to the pool over his shoulder. “See that pool? You wouldn’t believe how many people trip and fall in those and then get caught under the tarps and-” The stranger gestures to his neck as if getting one’s throat slit. “You know what I mean.”

Your throat feels dry, whittling your question down to quiet words. “Who are you?”

“I’m glad you asked. It took you long enough.” The man twirls his wrist gracefully and a sleek black cane with an ivory skull handle pops out of thin air. More heart stopping than that is what was hidden under the bucket hat that he snaps away - pitch black horns peeking through his caramel hair.

“You probably know me from that old, stupid fucking holy book but my close friends call me Haechan.”

“You’re… the devil?” you guess, testing the waters.

“You know, I never really cared for that name. Something about it is just so-” He cringes and shivers like a chill went down his spine.

“What abouuttt Lucifer? Is that correct?”

His nose scrunches up disapprovingly. “Ugh, you know what? Let’s pretend to be close friends tonight, k?”

“Okay, s-sure… Haechan.”

The devil smiles, satisfied with your response and patting your head condescendingly. “Good girl! Now, where were we, hm?” Haechan raises his eyebrows like he’s encouraging you to answer.

“Uh, you had said something like my most special-”

“Life changing,” he scolds. “I said life changing.”

You nod several times. “Sorry, yeah, that’s what I meant. Life changing night of my life.”

“Corrrrect. So, any ideas what night I’m talking about?”

You roll your head back, looking to the array of stars scattered across the sparkling midnight sky for answers. The high stakes situation effectively beats your thought process with a mallet while you wrack your brain for whatever particular period he’s referring to. Coming up empty handed, you stare at your feet, and shake your head regretfully. “Can I get a hint?”

Haechan sighs almost sympathetically. “Aw, cute. You’ve buried the memory.” You wince as he grabs your jaw. Surprisingly, his action is gentle and his fingers are familiar. He raises your chin, staring into your soul when your eyes meet. “We’ll just have to fix that then.”

He taps his cane against the ground and within a blink of an eye, you’re in a new location. “Recognize this place?” he asks, turning your head to face your new surroundings in a storage closet. It’s bigger than the shed with a much taller roof, walls with cluttered shelves and floor overrun with an extensive alcohol collection, carefully packed away in large cardboard boxes and stacked wooden crates. “By the way, I should mention that the date is August 13th, 2021.”

“Then it’s… Jaemin’s birthday.” you slowly reply, studying every miniscule detail of the place like it’s the very last time you’ll ever see it.

“Where?”

“We were on my family’s boat for his party.” You stumble into the time traveler as the boat teeters from severely choppy waves.

Everyone in attendance underestimated the major storm that had rapidly rolled in that evening … at least one of you should have known that ignoring the obvious logical course of action for the sake of one silly party was a recipe for disaster.

“And what significant, life changing things happen tonight? I’ll give you a hint: there’s two of them.”

“Well, first there’s me and Jaemin… and also-” The closet door handle dips and your voice trails off.

“Yes? And?”

“And Jeno di-” You gasp in disbelief, now face-to face with your brother; although Jeno seems to stare straight through you.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you, y/n,” Haechan painfully pressures you for the answer.

Your brother crouched down, carefully shuffling a few wine bottles around to fish more champagne from a cardboard box at your feet. The clinking noises of glass-on-glass paralleled your heart on the brink of shattering.

“And my brother dies today.”

Jeno made a speedy exit, accidentally slamming the door behind him and bringing you to flinch involuntarily .

“But do you remember how he died? Actually, let me rephrase that. Did you see how he died?”

“N-no,” you whisper.

“That’s okay, princess. Let's fast forward 42 minutes then. I wanna get to the main event, don’t you?” the Devil proposes. “After the cake cutting and all that other shit, what happens in here?”

“Um, Jaemin and I happen in here.”

“Care to clarify on that?”

“If you know what happens next, then why are you asking me? Why are we fucking here in the first place?!” you shout.

You know it’s risky to take out your frustration on him and you don’t want to push your luck, but at the moment you can’t hold it back, you just saw the person you buried in a hollow box that was engraved in his name months ago. How are you supposed to react to something like that?

Haechan smirks, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Hey, don’t raise your voice at me, sweetheart,” he says smoothly. “I’m giving you a chance here.”

“A chance? For what? You already said I’m drowning in my pool so what’s the point of all this?”

He casually throws an arm over your shoulder, pretending you’ve been close friends for years like he said earlier. “I think your case is interesting… perhaps interesting enough to reverse your fate in hell. But I can’t relive human moments unless I’m with the witnesses themselves. And so that’s what we’re doing! Reliving your most interesting life moments which just happen to be on this night.”

On his last syllable, he taps his cane on the ground like the first instance of him changing time although now the reality jumps ahead to the moment where you and your present ex were in the storage closet together. It was on this night that the birthday boy had mustered up the courage to make a move on his best friend’s sister. He had been dying for a spare moment alone with you, finally ready to cut the dense, sexual tension; whereas you were looking for the toolbox containing the only pair of scissors to open his presents.

“I’m skipping to the juiciest part if that’s alright with you,” Haechan comments. Popcorn magically pops into his hands and he chews obnoxiously as the action begins. He snaps his fingers and the insufferable show commences at 9:48 p.m. on the dot.

…..

Jaemin’s undeniably beautiful face was dangerously close to yours. Sirens went off in your head. You envisioned emergency lights strobing inside the cramped cabin. The warning signs rang loud and clear and you couldn’t locate any glowing, red escape exits.

But who even said you wanted to escape? You didn’t need, nor did you want, saving. And that was the problem.

You should have been doing everything in your power to remove yourself from the situation. Jaemin was your brother’s best friend. He was given explicit orders to steer clear of you; granted, that was a blanket warning for all his friends over 5 years ago and Jeno didn’t single him out, it still kind of applies, right? If anything, it would be worse to find Jaemin in violation of his wishes than the others. There was no question about whether Jeno would be angrier if he was the one to lay a single finger on you. But right then, as his eyes slowly fell to your lips, every ounce of your willpower plummeted to the ocean floor below the storage closet on the boat.

To hell with Jeno’s stupid ultimatum. Just give into lust already.

…

“Damn, you ‘eally thought tha’? Wha’ uh coincidence you said ‘ell, righ’?” Haechan mumbles, munching on a huge bite of buttery popcorn while the memory plays out. You’re aware that he's trying to provoke you but just because you’re aware of his intentions, doesn’t mean you can stop yourself from falling for the bait.

…

“Jaemin… ” you whispered just as his hand slid up the base of your neck and guided your mouth to meet his. You mindlessly reached up to the dusty shelf overhead and placed the long, metal scissors next to the toolbox you found them in. You couldn’t care less about opening the birthday boy’s presents at this point. Your core tightly clenched around nothing as the familiar fluttering kindles the insatiable heat that you had been feeling around him for years.

Jaemin was like cotton candy- when it first meets your lips, it’s flavorless. It takes a second to sink in that what you’re tasting is more than just fluff. It's real and never in your entire life have you tasted something so sweet. He kissed you tenderly for what felt like an eternity before his mouth grew greedy for more. You threw your arms around his neck when his hands dropped to grip your hips.

“Baby, I’ve waited so long for this,” he spilled shamelessly against your lips.

In the heat of the moment, he lifted you up to sit on a tall crate nearest to the door. Your party dress rode up as he slotted himself between your thighs. You parted your lips for his eager tongue to slip inside, moaning into his mouth. Feeling his hard-on rub against your panties brought the new exposure to your attention. If he wasn’t wearing pants himself, you’re sure he would have felt the sticky slick seeping through them.

You pulled out of the kiss with a worried expression on your face. “Jaemin, wait. I’m going to stain your pants.”

He looked down to where a small wet patch had formed over his crotch and quietly laughed. “Aw, baby...” His hands roamed down to squeeze your mid-thighs. Hauling your body to the very edge, he kneeled to place a single kiss over the flimsy, damp material. You twitched at the slightest pressure, aching to be touched by Jaemin in that very spot. The cherried smile on his lips fell as he stood back up. He leaned in real close to you with a wild look in his eyes “… I don’t fucking care.”

When Jaemin’s mouth crashed into yours, it was like cotton candy all over again.

This is happening, you thought.

Your brother and his friends could be standing directly outside the door and this is happening. You didn’t even consider the fact that he was going to have to go out there and rejoin the celebration in his name wearing the same pants printed with your cum. In your defense though, he was the reason you were wet in the first place, so whose fault was it really?

Jaemin hooked a finger under the waistband of your pesky article of clothing. “Can I-”

“Yes, please,” you answered breathlessly.

…

Haechan nudges your side when he notices you cover your eyes. “Hey, come on! Move your hands, sweetheart. You’re missing all the action!”

…

“Hmm, so needy.” You drew in a sudden breath of air when his fingers rimmed your entrance, slipping inside you five seconds later and curling up to massage your buzzing spot. “I didn’t picture you’d be so needy for me.”

“What did you p-picture doing to me?”

“Baby, I pictured myself doing everything to you. Things like this-” Jaemin’s mouth connected with your clit, providing your body with that tight sensation that made your toes curl. His free hand tugged the top of your dress down to reveal your breasts; Jaemin went back and forth between tweaking your nipples and kneading your chest aggressively.

…

Your hands don’t budge, remaining on your eyes despite Haechan’s order. The blatant defiance leads him to dismiss his magical popcorn with the wave of a hand. He loops his cane around you, dragging you back to meet his front side, and securing your body to his. You instinctively grab the cane caging you in, both hands clasped over his.

To be clear, Haechan didn’t mean for it to happen like this. Admittedly, he did imagine you naked, tied up and powerless the first time he saw you last week but he had no intention to act on it. He contemplated whether taking you home, fastening you to his special wall, and using an endless amount of toys on you would be unprofessional; but then it hit him… he’s the devil. To think any rules or mandates can hold him back is laughable.

Besides, he had been hearing your thoughts all night: you’d “do nearly anything to get fucked as good as Jaemin could fuck you but seriously doubt there’s a single person on earth who would be able to do that.”

And maybe you’re probably right; maybe there truly isn’t a single person on earth who could make you feel as good as Jaemin; but lucky for you, that statement doesn’t exactly apply to Haechan. Plus he can’t put his incessant competitiveness to rest at the moment; all he wants to do is prove to you he can fuck you better than Jaemin ever could in his dreams; and that’s exactly what he plans on doing.

For some reason, you didn’t think it was possible for someone like Haechan to have the capacity for arousal. Your mind goes blank for a handful of moments finding that your rationale regarding the devil falls short. Feeling his stiff erection pressing against your ass, your eyes flutter closed. It immediately occurs to you that you’ve never been with someone as large as Haechan. You hum, turned on by his size and sexually deprived for weeks now.

“Feels good, huh?” the Devil tempts.

“Yesss,” you hiss, heat vibrating through your body.

You don’t know how to describe it. There’s no other explanation than it’s simply another compulsive rush of hysterical lust flooding your bloodstream. The lust you felt with Jaemin grew stronger overtime; but the glowing yearning with your ex was distinctly different from the nearly instant lust you possessed for the fallen angel. There’s a possibility that it’s because you used to have sex with Jaemin all the time and since the break up, you haven’t been filled, but you want Haechan so badly that it almost hurts. Throwing all caution to the wind and ignoring hundreds upon hundreds of red flags waving before your eyes, you give into the striking lust for a second time.

Lolling your head to the side, you give Haechan’s tongue access to your neck. He licks a strip up your neck, anchoring his mouth to the spot below your ear. Grinding against Haechan and focusing on the present-time arousal is distracting enough to miss the hot moments that led up to Jaemin’s first thrust into your opening. The buzzing captivates every ounce of your consciousness at the moment.

“H-haechan,” you call out as he repeats some of the same actions Jaemin did to your body over the summer. His fingers slipping in the front of your pants and diving straight into your wetness. He sets his cane on another box and spins you around, ripping the costume cape off your neck with plans to bend you over another stack of steady, wooden crates piled as tall as your waist. You undue the front button of your jeans and the zipper for him to easily shimmy your pants and panties halfway down your legs. Haechan has to help you unhook the thin threads of your long sleeved shirt that get snagged on your earring as you try to wrangle it over your head. You lay your shirt down on the wooden surface under your chest and bend over as soon as possible, folding your arms under your head and perking your ass up.

“Look at this little slut we have here,” Haechan snickers after your hurried undressing. “Jaemin’s right, you really are needy.”

You whine in protest. “I’m not a slut.”

Haechan gets on his knees for a closer look at your slit. “Y/n, you’re so wet, you’re dripping on your pants. Don’t you feel that?” You twitch when his fingertips part your wet folds. This time you do feel arousal leak out of you and trickle below just like he said. He blows cool air on your exposed parts, making you quiver. Doing it again, he takes a mental snapshot of your core pinching together compulsively as more sticky cum is squeezed out from your opening. “Seriously, you’re making such a mess, y/n. What a fucking whore.”

Haechan doesn’t spare a second to hear your weak objection before his mouth is slurping your juices. Eating you out savagely, his hands remained where they were, holding your lips wide open. You twist your neck to the side, bearing retrospective witness to Jaemin roughly pounding into you two feet away. Surveying the sex act from a different perspective is satisfying in an entirely different way than the one you had months ago. He’s holding you underneath him basically within an arm's length away. It’s probably in your imagination but seeing it happen like this has you feeling nearly twice the amount of pleasure with the devil tongue fucking you simultaneously as your ex boyfriend pleasured you too.

Come to think of it, it’s difficult to grapple with the reality of this situation and whether this whole thing is in your mind or not. What if this is another part of the crazy dream/flashback inception from earlier?

It’s an outlandish scenario for the Devil to show up on halloween, threaten your life, transport you to not only a different place on earth but a different place in time, watch you and Jaemin fuck and then get you naked. There’s also a strong likelihood you and Haechan will do the same exact dirty deed as is demonstrated next to you.

There’s no way on earth this is real.

The owner of the expert tongue petting your folds stops what he’s doing and gets to his feet. “Oh, baby, it’s real alright,” he says, reading your mind. He stands right side up and steps in front of your line of sight, partially blocking the show. “But even if this isn’t real… don’t you want to do the ‘same exact dirty deed’ with me? Yes or No.”

“I- yes. I want it with you,” you confirm with certainty. You lift your chest off of the crate to turn around and face him. Your jeans are still only lowered to your knees and you have to waddle a bit to fully make the rotation.

Haechan grabs your jaw and licks along your bottom lip. “That’s what I thought, slut,” he whispers sinisterly.

He smashes your lips together with haste like he’s the one in a hurry now, wasting no time to penetrate the seam of your lips. Whereas Jaemin was cotton candy, you consider Haechan to be sour candy pop rocks. If you had to put it into words how his kisses felt, you would say your mouth is fizzing with tiny, thrilling electric shocks radiating from your jaw to your fingertips. If by chance fireworks had a flavor, that’s what Haechan would taste like.

His hand slips down from your jaw to your throat, mildly choking you before going all out like he intends to do to your body. “You think you can take all of me, y/n?”

“I can take it, I know I can take it,” your lust compels you to cry without a second thought. You cling onto the black front flaps of his leather jacket desperately. “Haechan, please.”

“If you say so, sweetheart.” He snaps his fingers and both of your bodies are instantly naked; not only that, but your hands are handcuffed behind your back. Haechan’s hand pushes you flat to the crate, bending you over again for his personal use. He swipes his fingers straight through your slit one time, collecting some of your dripping cum in his hand, and jerking himself off for a moment. His slick cock prods your opening, forcing you to take deep breaths in preparation for the stinging stretch you know is coming. “Remember you asked for this.”

You nod timidly before he pushes his thick cock inside you. Haechan is so much bigger than Jaemin but he takes you at an unexpectedly slower pace than you imagined someone as demonic like him would treat you to. He licks his lips hearing you whimper as he plunges deeper, reaching spots inside you that have never been touched by any man or sex toy of yours in reality. You snivel, feeling fortunate enough to have worn waterproof mascara tonight when a few tears trail down your cheeks from the throbbing pain of your walls spreading wider.

“Aww, you’re doing so well, baby,” Haechan coos, petting your head. “Giving me such pretty tears too.”

You’re on the brink of fully taking his cock inside you when he gets stuck and can’t push any further into your tightness. He stills, patiently waiting for you to accommodate his size. Drastically uncharacteristic of him, he opts to treat you delicately before blowing your mind. He’ll make you suffer with the utmost devastating alternative very soon. In the meantime, you two watch your past self moaning out Jaemin’s name while he repeatedly pumped his whole length inside you with much greater ease.

…

“I thought about this all night, y/n,” Jaemin huffed. “And after we cut my cake, I watched you lick up your fork for the remainder of the frosting on your plate over and over again.”

“Hah, J-Jaemin, I did that on purpose. I knew you were staring at me. You didn’t exactly try to hide it,” you teased, biting your bottom lip.

He dug his fingers into the sides of your lower thighs. “How long have you known? How long have you known I wanted you?”

“I think it was t-two weeks after we met,” you panted. “I’m seriously surprised J-Jeno didn’t notice you basically undressing me with your eyes all the fucking time.”

He lifted your legs up higher, incredibly improving the angle in which he was pummeling into you. “You know what? I’m glad you knew.” Looking down at your face with a dark expression that cranked up the tense, contracting muscles inside your core. “What about me jerking off to you every night, huh? Did you play with yourself and picture me fucking you and making you come all night?”

“Yesss,” you struggled to moan as he started rubbing your clit. “I thought about it every night.” You were close to your climax by that point. All you needed was another minute of Jaemin fucking you as hard as he possibly could before you’d burst back then.

…

Considering how large Haechan is, the biting pain of nearly being stuffed full subsides fairly quickly. “Keep… going,” you wheeze over a minute later, eager for the rest of him to push past your aching opening. “I can take it, I promise.”

“I know you can, sweetie,” the Devil remarks in a sweet tone, calmly rubbing your ass a handful of times. He rips a sharp cry from your throat when he harshly smacks your unsuspecting skin. “I know you can.”

He sinks his cock inside you in one swift motion. Haechan’s jaw rarely drops, perhaps being witness to an event that warrants such amazement every half millennia or so. But watching your throbbing, tight hole fully swallow his big cock is one of those special exceptions. His pelvis presses into your ass and he takes a moment to savor the feeling of being completely snug inside you. The stinging pain forces you whimper, but the involuntary response is mostly derived from pleasure rather than pain. He fills you up like you’ve never been filled before, hitting your deepest, most sensitive spots easily.

Your eyes flick to where Jaemin’s cock was disappearing inside you in August, fixating on your past self’s climax and how her face scrunched up.

“I remember how good that felt,” you breathe out. You see her scramble off the box once she came down from the hazy high that your ex had caused and get on her knees. You had opened your mouth, taking his cock past your swollen lips and hummed around the base. Jaemin chewed on the inside of his cheek as you readily invited him down your throat.

Actually, come to think of it, you draw a blank reflecting on how Jaemin looked when he came back then. You spend a majority of your brain power on trying to remember what happened next after the show instead of getting fucked nice and deep like you should be.

What little was left of Haechan’s soft side bows out for the night. You squeal as he wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you flat against his warm chest out of nowhere. While your worn out, trembling body has developed a shear layer of sweat, his honey skin is perfectly dry. He snaps his fingers, stopping time on the summer memory.

Haechan slowly slides out of you only to ram his large cock back inside. “Pay attention to me and me only, got it?” he sternly orders.

There’s something about his strict tone that turns you on even more and you can feel yourself growing wetter. It's another one of those unexplainable sensations to add to the list of many others from tonight. “I’m- I’m all yours,” you sob.

“All mine? Ha, I like the sound of that,” he huffs cockily.

His rhythm mirrors that of the first powerful one, nice and steady at the start. Every snap of his hips has a forceful drive behind them, extracting strained noises from your gaping mouth. Haechan snakes one hand around your neck, clamping onto the sides of your throat and yanking you back like he did two minutes ago while his other hand tightly grips your waist.

He diligently defiles and chokes you like this for dozens of moments before checking on what you can really handle. “How you feeling, baby? Too much for you to handle?”

“No, it-it’s perfect,” you wheeze. “Haechan, you’re perfect.”

“I’d say this pretty little pussy of yours is perfect too.” He releases your throat and you gasp, filling your lungs with a greater quantity of oxygen than what you had been forced to get by with. You’re slightly disappointed that he let go of your throat because, to your surprise, you like being choked by Haechan. You earn another harsh blow to your ass when you don’t respond to the compliment. “This is where you’re supposed to say thank you to me, you whore.”

“T-thank you, Haechan,” you manage to reply.

“What a very good girl you are, y/n.” Another slightly lighter spank lands on your stinging skin. “And you’re so welcome.”

Abandoning the steady, slower pace for something more his style, he runs his hands up your back and secures them to your shoulders. He clutches your skin so hard that you might believe he has talons. Haechan uses your shoulders as leverage to control how fast he pummels into you, rocking in and out of your melting entrance skillfully.

10% of your mind is ponders several questions about this supposedly “present” affair happening at the moment:

Assuming he is the devil, you wonder what practice he has with this sort of thing. Being that he’s obviously thoroughly experienced and a clearly a master of his sexual craft, how often does he fuck mortals?

of every mortal who has undoubtedly sinned, why you?

and last but certainly not least, why do you like this so much? Is it the exciting oddity in relation to seeing Jaemin and you of the past, the desperate persistent sexual frustration from being deprived of daily sex like before, or the extremity of Haechan defiling you?

No matter what you’re thinking, the devil can easily fish any thought out of yours out of your mind. “I answered that second question already, y/n. Did you hit your head and forget already?” he torments you, running his hands down your arched back, anchoring them to your love handles instead. “Firstly, of all my trips to earth, something like this happens maybe once in a thousand blue moons.”

“Something like this?” you ask. You’re hyper aware now that he can read your mind but your curiosity urges you to forsake the limited supply of air in your burning lungs for answers.

“Something likkkee giving it to a mortal, you know? Rough and hard and dirty. I like it like that.”

“God, but you’re just so fucking good at-”

“Argh… he - has - nothing - to - do - with - this, you fucking slut.” The rapacious individual slams into your center with brutal force between each pointed word of his.

“I’m s-sorry,” you babble.

Haechan wraps his hands around your torso again; this time aggressively squeezing your breasts and tweaking your nipples for a few moments. “It’s okay, baby, I forgive you.”

He sinks himself into you, holding your body down and completely dominating you in every way for an immeasurable period. He snaps his fingers, making the handcuffs vanish. Sensing the pressure building within your body, he determines that this is the ideal time to pull out of your buzzing core.

You whine, feeling empty and rejected. “Why did you- AH!” Haechan hastily grabs your body, spinning you around and lifting you up by your thighs onto the crate. Your legs are spread similarly to your past self’s legs were but this crate is pressed to a wall, giving you a surface to lean on behind you.

“Sweetheart, I wanna see your face when I make you come,” he says in a spine chilling, lustful voice. Giving you no time for a response, the devil winds his arms under your thighs, prying your legs apart more and buries his cock inside you recklessly. “You like it when I choke you, right sweetheart?”

You only nod twice before his hand is wrapped around your throat again. He secures you to the wall behind you, almost like the thud against the shed you did to yourself earlier in the night but now there’s a different reason your lungs are strained for air. He squeezes the sides of your throat tightly, smirking when you hum in pleasure from not only being filled up repeatedly by Haechan but also being choked against the wall just as you craved. “You like that, you dirty whore? Like it when I squeeze and choke you real hard?”

“Yes,” you rasp, barely nodding your head.

Haechan heaves your legs higher over his shoulders, happy to indulge your desires and snickering at your wasted expression. “Ha, if only you could see your face now, it’s adorable.”

Pumping in and out of you, he beats your g spot with a hard rushing pressure that goes directly to your throbbing core. You’re a goner once his fingers begin to circle your clit aggressively, the tense sensation edging your body closer to swirling down the drain to climax.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he teases, knowing your answer from the choked pleasured moans that vibrate in your throat, your glowing facial expressions, the way your body twitches, and being able to read your thoughts. The devil just wanted to hear the tremor in your voice.

“Mhmm, y-yeah,” you whimper.

You feel the inner, pinching tingles trickle through your muscles, up your legs over his shoulders, to the tips of your fingers that are holding on for dear life to the edge of the crate for stability while Haechan vigorously stretches your walls, and up your spine to your head that is currently pressed against the storage closet wall. The intense aching that ties knots deep inside your core, winding up with an exhilaration that you’ve never experienced prior to this moment. You wish you could suppress it though; it’s a pipedream but you fantasize about holding out as long as he can.

“Sweetheart, just come for me already, I know you want to,” Haechan tempts you with glossy, twisted eyes, picking up the pace of his thrusts, and rapidly stimulating your clit. “Nothing would make me happier than to see you come on cock right now… Don’t you want to make me happy?”

You squeeze your eyes shut as the white hot flash shoots through your spasming body, engulfed in raging pressure that makes you feel like you’re levitating. Haechan accelerates his stimulation through your climax to elongate the euphoric high. Clenching around Haechan’s cock tightly coaxes a low moan from his pink parted lips, the satisfaction in his capabilities turning him on even more. He releases your throat and switches gears, focusing on his own climax next.

With tremendous stamina, he roughly fucks you for what feels like hours and you take everything he gives you graciously. A minute away from coming inside you, he groans, “Baby, you were so perfect to use for the night. And who knows… maybe, sometime in the future, we can do it all over again.”

Your mind is too far away to process his comment, drifting off into the hazy clouds and transcending reality out of pleasure. The feeling compels your senses to fade into thin air. Your eyes flutter closed, on the brink of letting life slip away entirely.

Haechan roughly spanks your thigh to grab your attention, snatching your consciousness away from crossing the line and giving up control of your body. “No blacking out on me, you got it? Baby, you’re gonna feel every single second of me filling up your pretty cunt with my cum right now.”

“I got it,” you sob, feeling Haechan’s cum unload inside you. When he pulls out you try to hold it in tightly but it dribbles to the floor regardless of your efforts. You slide off the crate and slump to the floor, breathing heavily and seeing stars swirling around the room. Your fingertips gingerly touch your puffy slit, triggering your body to twitch.

“So… did you have fun, yn?”

You nod lazily. Haechan spends a few wordless minutes with you on the ground before snapping his fingers again, making you both fully clothed like nothing happened. “I hope you like my cum inside you, yn, because you’re stuck with it for now.” He’s right, you can feel it leaking through your panties and into the material of your pants already. Helping you up, he pecks your lips with a cheeky smile. “I’m glad we both got what we wanted.”

“Which is?” you question skeptically.

“Am I wrong in thinking that you wanted to be fucked better than Jaemin ever could?”

You bite your lip, mentally acknowledging the truth in his assumption.

“Exactly,” he continues, avoiding eye contact with you. “But, sadly, it’s time for us to move on to the main main event.”

The earth-shattering affliction kicked off at the top of the hour. To his surprise, the demonic anthropologist feels relatively sorry for you. But no amount of emotions will alter his course. Haechan has a job to do. He is the devil, afterall. He snaps his finger to the moment Jeno busted in on you and Jaemin.

You were on your knees, giving Jaemin the best head of his life, while he was on the verge of shooting his cum down your throat. You and him jumped up, rushing to cover up and get decent in front of him. Jeno’s angry eyes burned holes in your now ex boyfriend, his eyes not leaving Jaemin’s face for a single second before his emotions boiled over.

It wasn’t even so much that you and Jaemin had gotten together. It was that Jaemin did it behind his back, trying to hide it. Jeno isn’t dumb. He noticed the way Jaemin had been looking at you for the longest time and was waiting for the day when Jaemin finally brought it up. He wasn’t trying to be your walking-talking chastity belt necessarily, he just wanted there to be transparency in your friend group, especially between the two people that meant the most to him. He didn’t mean for things to get so messy. All he wanted in the first place was honesty.

…..

“Argh! You were my fucking-” Jeno threw a punch at Jaemin, chipping his eye with a vengeful fist. “-best friend.” The ferocious blow knocked him into the box. Jaemin’s body slid to the floor, deep violet bubbling to the surface around his eye.

As the boat rode over a massive wave, the metal, industrial grade scissors you had set on the shelf next to the tool box clattered on the floor. You lept into action crouching by his side and snatching the potential weapon that had been a mere centimeter away from impaling Jaemin’s hand.

You whipped around to verbally berate Jeno’s violent retaliation, and it was at this very second that Jeno launched himself at the injured person he once called his best friend.

Instead of an exchange of angry words you planned, the sharp scissors sliced through your brother’s skin and into his gut. Jeno sank to his knees before crumbling to the ground. Within the drop of a hat, seething red splotches were staining the fabric over his stomach.

…..

You choke on a sob much like your brother did when he tore the long tool out from his body, yours being of a higher pitch and his with a greater degree of pain.

…..

Jaemin grabbed the shirt he was wearing before you threw it on the ground. The med student rolled Jeno onto his back, using it as a compress over the stab wound while you uselessly sat there in horror. Looking to you frantically, he jerked his head to the makeshift towel. “Get over here, y/n! Keep pressure right there and I’ll go get help and the first aid kit!”

You crawled over to takeover the roll Jaemin was better at. He was out the door and down the hall by the time it occurred to you that he should’ve stayed behind instead. Maybe he knew that you wouldn’t be able to stand on two feet and made the split second decision based on your obvious incapability. Either that or he had terrible judgement in trusting you to be helpful with essentially every task imaginable.

…..

There has never been a time in which you’ve seen so much blood.

“Wait a minute, y/n, you know that’s not true. You’re watching you watching this much blood because you stabbed your brother,” Haechan points out in a grim tone. “Stop lying to yourself… lying is a sin, remember?”

You wish that the damp shirt in your hands was soaked in red wine as if you had spilled the expensive bottle by Jeno’s head and made a simple mistake. But no amount of wishing could rectify your fatal mistake and in the eyes of the universe, the price of taking your own brother’s life must be paid in blood, whether it be deliberate or not.

…..

Sorrow and betrayal lingered in Jeno’s eyes. The light within them, flickering and fighting for life, glossed over into an empty darkness. You look on with the heaviest of hearts as he succumbed to the accidental injury of your doing. Taking Jeno into your arms was the exact beat the storm’s crescendo struck its cord, tipping your family’s vessel over into the ocean. The tool box fell off the shelf from above and hit your head, knocking you unconscious. You see a similar pool of blood flow from your head as well.

…..

“No…no… no!” you scream as the storage closet filled with water. You knew the boat capsized that night but it hits you that not remembering what led up to it wasn’t your mind coping with a traumatic event by burying it in your mind. And you wish you could forget the ultimate bloody truth permanently.

The phoney funeral etiquette you put on months ago felt wrong at the time and you couldn’t figure out why. You had talked it over with Jaemin a handful of times, desperately trying to convey that the feeling in your gut was worse than survivors' guilt he carried. Of course, Jaemin knew why you felt that way, but he swore on his own life that he wouldn’t reveal the truth to you. In his eyes, it was a blessing from above that you were hit with that toolbox but the downside of your ignorance was that you didn’t know the weight he carried on his shoulders. To inherit the role of protector only for you to break up with him hurt in a way that Jaemin couldn’t put into words.

The poor judgement skills of drunkenness are the sole reason he was hooking up with that girl tonight. Yet inebriated or not, he would still carry the weight because he pledged to take the secret to his grave, shielding you from the paralyzing emotions compartmentalized in your mind. He never dreamed that it would be so devastating though.

It’s a murderous, grim guilt that seeped into your skin while the boat sank speedily, the feeling of the murky ocean water polluted by Jeno’s blood, engulfing the cabin and turning your skin pruney. You watch Jaemin swim in at the very last second, saving your incapacitated body from drowning within the nick of time before you were dragged down with the sinking vessel just as your brother’s dead body was.

The Devil sternly taps his cane against the floated floor twice, at last returning you to the lonely backyard. Every detail, down to the dew drops clinging to their respective yellowed blades of grass on the lawn, is exactly how you left it. The few chairs that have yet to be transported down the cold cement are propped up against the shed. The muffled, thumping music of the halloween party can still be heard playing through the concrete and plaster walls. The neighborhood streets, corresponding sidewalks and front porches once bustling with rowdy trick or treaters much earlier in the evening are vacant.

He knows from past experience that you’re too stunned by the revelation to comprehend any conversation. The hungry guilt he sadly awakened within you had an appetite for self loathing and it would indeed be fed against your will.

“So… do you think you deserve to go to hell?” he questions after gifting you with 10 solid minutes to collect your scattered thoughts.

“t-this can’t be true… I would never-”

“Then what do you think happened, hm? Explain to me what went down that night and what happened after Jaemin fucked you?” he inserted softly.

In a perfect world, you would know how to answer the devil. You would know how to advocate for your past self, authoring the most scrupulous and incontestable defense the world has ever known. It would be persuasive enough to get you off the hook and wipe your afterlife record clean of the bloody crime you may or may not have committed months ago. But this isn’t a perfect world. And the only sound in your mind is a constant offkey note playing over the blaring white noise of uncertainty, almost like a lost locomotive whistle, driving your train of thought into the ground.

“y/n?” he repeats, waving a hand in front of your face.

“If I was the one who killed Jeno, I would-” You clear your throat and stand up as straight as you can manage, hoping to appear collected and stable. “-I wouldn’t deserve to go to hell. Even if I killed-”

Haechan slips his hand into yours and squeezes it. “There’s no ‘if’ here, y/n. Please, just accept it.”

You swallow thickly as the waterworks creep up on you. “I k-killed Jeno but I didn’t mean to. Never in a million years would I have wanted to hurt him. I loved him so fucking much and… honestly, I feel like a part of me died when he died.”

Haechan’s neck rolls back, looking to the glittering stars much like you did before, deep in thought about your fate. “Is that good enough? Am I still going to hell?”

His captivating eyes hold yours hostage. “I don’t know what to tell you, y/n. It wouldn’t be fair to take into consideration what we did together. And after everything I’ve seen tonight about what really happened in your life, well… you gave into lust with Jaemin and you killed Jeno.” Haechan caresses your cheek. You tuck your lips together, pinching your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to put a cap on the never ending supply of devastated tears streaming down your face. “I’m sorry for all this. I truly believe you when you say you never wanted to hurt your brother…” The devil pauses, gently wiping away a few of your tears with his thumb. “... but it doesn’t matter.”

“Why? Why doesn’t it matter?” you ask. Your weak voice cracks in between the heartbroken words that spill from your mouth.

“Sweetheart, blood is thicker than water, and actions speak louder than words… and what you did was loud enough to call me here.” Haechan lets out a heavy, sympathetic sigh as the shadow of his own guilt is threaded throughout his tone. “And that’s the reason you drowned with your brother that night.”

Within the blink of an eye, Haechan is gone, disappearing into the dark night with which he came from. You look down at your hands and scream, seeing your pruney skin covered in blood. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to rationalize this situation.

If this was all a dream you would have woken up by now, right? So you’re not dreaming. And if this was hell, why would you be back at the party? Exactly, so you’re not in hell. Hell wouldn’t be a halloween party, obviously.

The blood is an allusion to torment you, just like the cum seeping from your panties and dripping down the inside of your thighs is imaginary too. It's all an allusion.

And Haechan must have said you drowned to mess with your head. Just a simple little prank from him. That was the punishment you got and nothing more. You wipe off whatever wet liquid might be on your hands on your cape, still keeping your eyes closed just in case your hands were red with guilt that you weren't ready to acknowledge just yet.

It’s fine. It’s perfectly fine. It’s more than perfectly fine. Nothing in the history of anything, even in a perfect world, has ever been more fine.

Maybe if you keep telling yourself that, someday you’ll believe it. Because serenity is a delicacy you can’t afford if you owe your life to the Devil.

That is, if you’re even alive anymore…

taglist: @sunshinedhyuck, @fishjellyyt, @injunsweetheart, @sunshinedhyuck, @fishjellyyt, @ningningsworlds, @aedreamzy, @daegalfangirl, @keemburley, @nominsgirl, @bockhyun, @daegalfangirl, @xuzixushi

(highly recommend The Haunting of Hill House btw!! both the netflix show and the novel!)

okay time to address the elephant in the room: my collab slot was for jaemin but somehow, in the middle of drafting up the plot, haechan got involved bc i didn’t want jaemin to be the devil ?? idk idk. the only explanation i have for you is that i have a severe case of sunfloweritus…

thank you for reading !! and i really hope you didn’t see the twist ending!

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Impulsive Decision Pt.8

Female Path | Male Path

Chapter 8: My Ally

Warnings!: Kidnapping | Swearing | Tae Was A lil More Than Suggestive |

Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au

Pairings: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader / Jung Hoseok x Reader / OC x Reader / Park Jimin x Reader / Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Y/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. Y/n attends a BTS show, since they happen to be a fan. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic Y/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but Y/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye,

Word Count: 10,042 (about 30mins of reading at an average pace)

A/N: I’m not even going to say sorry for taking so long because it’s a reoccurring offense so. My bad. HOWEVER, I do want it to be known that I’m starting a tag list for Impulsive Decision and Noxious! Also for any works I do. Like if you only want male reader stuff, or only the female path of impulsive or you want to be tagged for both paths. I’m not gonna say it’s because I'm so damn consistent that yall cant keep up. It’s because I ghost yall and post half a year later (ouch) like ‘waddup here bye’. I’m cool with you commenting or sending me an ask! SOJUSTLETMEKNOWLOVEYOUBYE.

I happily munched on my toast with jelly as Jin was at the stove cooking eggs and bacon. Jimin was next to me, focused on his drawing. Taehyung was across from me on his phone, his legs intertwined with mine under the table, Tae was still mad that Jimin was between us when we woke up. Hobi was with Suga and I was unsure where the others were.

“Don’t get too full off of toast, okay, Y/n?” Jimin told me softly.

I nodded, looking over at his work. He smiled and proudly moved the drawing closer. It was a Barnaby design, only the character was wearing a hoodie, ripped jeans and boots.

“That’s actually really adorable.” I smiled.

“Really?” I nodded.

“Maybe I’ll draw more for you.”

“Really? I’d like that!” Jimin’s smile got bigger as he turned back to his drawing.

I rested my head on his shoulder as I watched him work.

“What time do you need to pick up your nephew?” Jin asked.

“Not until later. 12pm. I should leave by 11 so I don’t get caught in traffic.” Jin put the fluffy eggs in a large bowl and walked over to the table.

“That would be best. Do you know what you two are doing today?” I frowned.

“Not really, I usually bring him here for most of the day then take him to the park and my sister meets us there. I’m a little afraid to bring him here. ” I admitted, setting down my toast.

“Don’t be, we won’t let anything happen,” Tae reassured me.

“I mean, no one is exactly happy to be here, I don’t want the anger to be directed towards him.”

“It won’t be. Take him to the park, maybe a small trip around the city, bring him here for dinner, we’ll watch a movie in the front room and then you can take him to get picked up.” Jin suggested, forgetting about breakfast as he sat in the empty seat beside me.

“I don’t know… It’s really risky. I’ll think about it.” I really wasn’t going to think about it.

I didn’t want my nephew there. Not with the hostility and anger Linza carried.

“There’s not much to think about. It’s not like we’ll let anyone say anything to him.” Jimin reasoned.

It was useless. I made up my mind and had no intentions to change it.

“We’ll see. I think I might need to stop at my apartment, if my sister sees me without makeup she’ll lecture me.” I dismissed, picking up my toast and ignoring the looks they gave me.

Jin only let out an exaggerated sigh as he stood up to tend to the food on the stove. Taehyung frowned, going to look at a game on his phone. I could hear adorable sound effects strung into a song coming from down the hall signaling that Hoseok was coming. I just knew Jimin or Taehyung were going to say something or bring Hobi into it so I stood up.

“I think I should head out to my apartment, put on makeup and talk to Jason before I pick up my nephew,” I started picking my jacket up from the back of the chair.

I leaned over giving Jimin a small and quick kiss on the cheek. I ran around the table to do the same to Tae.

“Jin have you seen my phone?” I asked, stopping to look around the table.

“You aren’t going to eat breakfast first?” Jin asked, his voice saddened.

“If I sit down I might be late, Jinnie. I have to put on makeup or my sister will freak.” I frowned.

“You should eat.” Hobi chimed in, entering the dining room with a broken gaming console.

Taehyung turned around to glance at Hoseok but saw the broken device.

“What happened!?” Tae demanded, his face contorting to give his signature fake cry.

“Jungkook happened.” Hoseok rolled his eyes and placed it on the table.

“No results of temper tantrums on the table!” Seokjin scolded while putting rice in bowls.

“Temper tantrum?” I asked, confused more than ever.

I felt bad for the console but it could easily be fixed if I brought it to work with me. I knew a few of my employees were real tech wizards and loved the challenge.

“He sees it as ‘It’s not mine so who cares’.” Jin informed bitterly.

“He’s still a little mad, but he’ll get over it in a few more days!” Jimin quickly defended.

“He’s not calming down. Not with Linza around him.” Taehyung commented, not taking his eyes off his phone screen.

“Linza. Why do I want to scream every time I hear that name.” I sighed.

“Because she triggers everyone’s killing instinct.” A voice came from the other hall.

The owner of the voice happily skipping into the dining room.

“Good morning, Seongmi.” I giggled.

“Morning! What’s for breakfast?” She asked happily, going to plop herself on one of the stools at the kitchen island.

“Eggs, sausage, tofu, rice, and red beans…” I trailed off looking at what Jin was cooking.

Hoseok took the time to sit at the table while Jin plugged in the electric griddle.

“If you’re not going to sit down and eat, at least let me make you a sandwich.” Jin pressed, turning to the fridge.

“You’re leaving?” Seongmi asked, her eyes widened in surprise.

“You’re not accepting ‘no’ for an answer, are you?” I smiled.

“No. You’re eating.” Jin asserted.

I groaned, walking over to the table to sit next to Jimin again. Seongmi quickly came over to sit next to me.

“Are you going to work today?” She questioned, resting her elbows on the table, her hands cutely cupping her face.

“Uhmm, I don’t think so.” I begin to think if I had anything to take care of to buy time.

“Jin Oppa! Do you need anything from the store?” I asked.

Jin looked up and at me then begin to scan the kitchen, “I was making a list… Jimin, can you come to finish it? I’m trying not to burn her bread.”

Jimin only nodded, getting up and jogging over to the kitchen to search for the misplaced note pad.

“Just so you know, there are no limits. If you want me to buy a whole cow I will.” I informed, picking up my half eaten toast.

“I prefer pig.” Seongmi teased.

I felt a hand grab mine. I looked across the table. Hoseok was leaning on the table, his fingers beginning to play with mine, “I haven’t seen you with makeup, I bet you look just as beautiful.” His voice was deeper and his eyes locked on my hand.

My breath caught in my throat. His hands were so warm and somehow soft. Warmth spread throughout my chest as my heart sped up.

I’ve never had someone look at my hand so fondly before. Just like that Jung Hoseok stole my attention. I turned to him more with a small smile, “Aren’t you the charmer today?” I teased.

A smile spread on his face, even though he had a smile on his face, his eyes lifted to meet mine, full of seriousness, “Just make sure to eat and don’t tire yourself out.”

“I will! I will try not to tire myself out!” I assured.

“…Your sandwich is ready.” Taehyung cut in, popping the bubble around Hoseok and I.

“Go get your sandwich and don’t be late for dinner.” Hoseok instructed before lifting my hand to kiss the back of it.

I only nodded, hoping he didn’t feel the heat from my face from across the table. I stood up to retrieve my sandwich. Seokjin was placing it in a paper bag with a satisfied smile while Jimin finished up the list and slipped it in the bag.

“Have a good day!” Jin grinned, handing me the sandwich and placing a kiss on my cheek.

Jimin quickly moved between us to put his hands on my sides and kiss the same place Jin did, “Be safe, Jagi!” He radiated, getting a glare from Jin.

I giggled at his action, “I will, Chim.”

I felt arms wrap around my middle and a chest press to my back.

“Have a safe drive, don’t stress on Jason.” Taehyung’s soothing voice guided.

I felt him place a kiss to the crown of my head.

I was pretty sure this was their plan to murder me.

“What do you mean all the computers went out!?” I demanded, my phone between my cheek and shoulder as I fixed the bottom of my dress, “Then get them up and running! I don’t care how much it costs or who you have to call, we have a deadline to show what we got and I’m not letting a convenient power outage on one floor alone make it crumble.” I threw more clothes, makeup, skin products, and hair products in a suitcase to take to the bunker.

“Make sure the designers, programmer, and artist are well rested and fed, I don’t want our team to be running on coffee and sugar as their main nutrients. Call in an order and get plenty of water, I’ll make a stop there after I pick up my nephew.” I zipped up my bag and ran my hands through my hair.

“No! My brother will not step in. This is my department and my call. I don’t care who he tells you who he is, you are to listen to me and me only! Fix those computers, feed and rest the staff, and investigate how the power was cut off, why and who. I’ll be there in an hour and things better be productive or I’m kicking you all into shape.” I hung up.

I let out a huff. Great. Now another problem to solve. I frowned at my outfit. It was simple enough. A black dress made of a material that clung to my body but was stretchy enough to be comfortable. It had lace sleeves and round lace neckline, thankfully the lace wasn’t itchy so I was happy. I walked to my bed to the dreaded Christian Louboutin box. My older sister got them for me and I haven’t opened them. I slowly opened the box as if I was diffusing a bomb.

I let out a big relieved breath. They weren't platformed heels. They were regular black heels made of suede with the signature glossy red bottoms. After I slipped those on I rummaged through my drawers to find a belt for my waist. I settled for a black Gucci belt with small gold bees and stars on it, wanting the design to be simple. I quickly put on pearl stud earrings and searched for the necklace my father gave me.

The longer it took me to find it the madder I got. It was a Japanese Akoya black pearl necklace. It was very simple, just the black pearl with a white gold chain through it. My father gave it to me when we went to the beach in Japan one summer. We met a pearl farmer there and my father, being the proud business owner he was, asked for a tour. My father was really happy with the eco-friendly and sustainable pearls and offered them a deal. Now they have their own departments to make jewelry and give us some for our gift shops. The owner of the place gave me a black pear he found that morning, about a year or two later my father sent it back to him, then the owner sent it back with the chain in it, my father then gave it back to me, reminding me to always remember that small businesses are sometimes more reliable, loyal, and considerate partners. So now I treasure it.

I could hear my phone ring as I got on my hands and knees to look for the necklace. I groaned at the disruption, I answered it and put it on speaker.

“Yes?” I called from the floor.

“F/n. I’m just calling to remind you! You’re picking up my son today.” My sister drew out the last part nervously.

“I’m aware! You called while I was getting ready.” I grumbled, still searching.

“Wait, where are you? It sounds like you’re talking from far away?”

“I’m on the floor. Have you seen my black pearl necklace!? I can’t fin-” I spotted a round ball beside my nightstands leg, “NEVERMIND I FOUND IT!” I beamed, quickly snatching the necklace and examining it for anything out of the ordinary.

I could hear my sister sigh. “ You need to take better care of your things… Especially if it’s from our father…” I frowned.

My brother thinks the same. I felt a tug at my heart as I looked down at the necklace in my hands.

“…I knew it was here. I just wasn’t sure where. Just because I lost it briefly doesn’t mean I care less about it.” I explained, my voice small.

My sister muttered something under her breath that was too low to hear.

“Anyway. I heard Daisuke was in town. Why?” Her voice was straightforward and sent a shiver down my spine.

“I-I’m not sure. I just found out as well. I don’t plan on meeting up with him. I haven’t spoken to him in years.”

“Let’s keep it that way. Make sure to leave your apartment in the next 3 minutes or you’ll be late. Goodbye.” The line went dead.

Since when has my sister been this irritated with me? I pulled myself up to my feet. I walked over to my window, looking out for a moment. There were large clouds that did a good job of blocking out the sun for a few minutes at a time. It had been raining on and off all morning.

I looked back down at my necklace, sadness filling my heart, “…She wasn’t just talking about my necklace, was she, Dad?”

I arrived at the school a few minutes early. I got out of the car and grumbled to myself on how I would have to wear the heels all day and it was going to sting. I felt a little subconscious as my heels clicked on the sidewalk and now in the entrance of the school.

The woman behind the desk smiled, “Ms. L/n! You look beautiful! I’ll let Gyeong know you’re here!” She said quickly, moving to get the phone to intercom the classroom.

I held my hands up, “Actually, I know I’m early so I’ll just let them finish up. I don’t want to interrupt my nephew’s studies and social life.”

The woman nodded, “Yes, I understand. Feel free to walk around, Ms.L/n!”

I gave her a small bow and began to wander a bit. I hated that. How people seemed way too formal and polite. Almost afraid.

I looked over the walls of the school hall. They were covered in artwork, letters, notes, photos and accomplishments from the children that made the whole place feel happy. I found myself smiling. This school always seemed so nice, comforting and patient. My nephew had nothing but good things to say about his teachers and the whole place in general. I found myself thinking about wanting my children to go to the same school in the future.

“How many kids do you want?”

I felt myself freeze again at the question Hoseok asked me this morning. I felt my lips stretch into a smile.

“Four kids sound nice, two boys, two girls...” I whispered to myself, reaching out to trace a picture of a tree a child drew.

I quickly withdrew my hand as if the picture had burned me. What was I even thinking!? Why was I thinking like that when I kidnapped Hoseok. When I forced them into a bunker against their will. They hadn’t seen the sunlight in days and here I was fantasizing and being an overall delusional woman.

Even if Hoseok did want children, that didn’t mean with me. I would probably be the last person who he’d want to have his children. I was also way too young right now. I had a company to look after. A prison to stay out of. Nine people in my bunker that I needed to hide!

It was also way too soon to think about kids even if Hoseok did want me in that way. A small amount of time shouldn’t give me baby fever.

In the bigger picture, I barely knew these men, yet here I was, willingly daydreaming about them.

I scoffed at my mistake and took out my phone, sending Jason a quick text about work and us talking, later on, to sort out somethings. Just as I sent the text I could hear loud footsteps coming down the hall. I looked up out of curiosity and saw my nephew’s teacher, Hui Gyeong. Once he reached me he doubled over, like he had just run a mile.

“Mr.Hui? Is something wrong?” I questioned, slightly concerned at the out of ordinary acts my nephew’s teacher.

“I was just on my way to call Jeonghun’s mother.” He stated breathlessly as he stood upright.

“Why? Has Jeonghun done something wrong?” I asked, feeling slightly worried as to where the conversation was going.

He waved his hands almost in a rush, “No! Nothing like that. I just couldn’t help but be a little worried about your lives, I know your sister likes to attend clubs and there have been a lot of recent criminal acts in them! I just wanted to tell you both to be safe.”

I felt my heart sink, “Ah, I was afraid my nephew did something…” I trailed off, trying to figure out how to change the subject that made my chest tighten up.

“No, no, aside from the usual talking he’s been well behaved,” Mr.Hui said, the air beginning to grow awkward.

“I will take your words into consideration. Thank you for caring enough to warn me.” I spoke up softly.

Mr.Hui smiled, “I’m glad. Your family does a lot for children and adults, it would be horrible if anything happened to any of you.”

You will be in for a ride when everything is said and done.

“The power is back on? Thank God.” I let out a breath of relief as I sank into the driver’s seat of my car.

“Yeah, we are still waiting on security to look over the footage to see if they catch anyone being suspicious but so far we are clear. That maintenance man said it might have been a bad wire or something but I don’t believe that.” Jason spoke into the phone through the sounds of our busy office.

“I don’t either. Only one floor in the entire building went out. And it so happened to be the department we are relying on to get us a new partnership. It’s too coincidental. ” I chewed on my bottom lip in thought.

“That’s what I was thinking. We’ll go over it more at lunch.”

“We will. I have to grab a few things from the store and I’ll head over to whatever place you want. I’m paying because you seriously helped.” I pipped up, sitting up as I waited for the traffic light.

“How about in a few minutes? We’ll meet at the restaurant we take our business partners to. ”

“…Why there? It’s so high-end and we aren’t talking business, just having lunch. It’s Wednesday so I have my nephew. Maybe a more family-owned place?” I reasoned.

“Okay, just pick somewhere quiet, I’m getting a headache from all the talking and yelling in this office.”

When I arrived to the restaurant I‌ began to settle Jeonghun in. I served him water and began to read off the menu for him.

“How about japchae?”‌ I‌ asked him as he sipped on his water.

He only shook his head, looking out the window.

“Hmm. Jjajangmyeon?”‌ I questioned.

He seemed to consider it for a moment before shaking his head.

“Fried chicken?”‌

He nodded his head frantically causing me to giggle.

“Same. We’ll just order a huge serving, okay?”‌

I handed the menu over to my nephew so he could look at the pictures and drinks, just in case he changed his mind. I looked around the place and it was warm and cozy. As I was looking over the wooden beams, I could hear a bell chime.

I‌ looked over to the door to see Jason. I beamed and began to wave my arms like an idiot.

I came to an abrupt stop as I saw movement behind Jason. I strained my eyes to see who it was. As soon as I made out a familiar feature, my blood boiled.

I could see Jason’s eyes dart to the door for a split second, almost as if he was considering just leaving. Which would’ve been a good call, because I would give him hell on earth if he came to the damn table. However, he seemed to puff up his chest and march towards the table.

I let out a scoff, “So, you’ve chosen death.”‌ I‌ muttered under my breath.

I watched him and the man of my cause for irritation strut up to the table.

I had half the mind to yell ‘stalkers’ so everyone would throw them out.

“F/n…” Jason’s voice leaked false-confidence. I‌ would’ve been fooled if his voice didn't crack at the end.

Once they sat down and Jason greeted my nephew, I began to speak.

I let out a sigh, “Did the security find out what caused the outage?”‌ I questioned, pouring water into the extra glasses.

“No, bu-”‌

“What’s taking them so long?‌ It’s security footage not the bible.”‌ I took in a deep breath to calm the building anger.

It wasn’t security’s fault. They had to comb through hours of footage. Maybe even days to see who tampered with the electrical. It’s only been 30 minutes tops. I needed to calm down.

It’s just the presence of this man,

of Daisuke, who was weighing on the part of my brain that only showed anger and hostility.

“I’m sorry, I understand it could take hours to go through everything. It’s just,”‌ I chewed on my bottom lip, “This meant to much to my father. He did everything for my mother, I want to do something for him.”‌

“Are we just going to keep ignoring me?”‌‌ I‌ heard the voice of and actual demon.

“Daisu-”‌ I‌ cut off Jason’s sigh.

“This isn’t about you and your pathetic motives.”‌ I‌ began to wave over a waitress.

“Daisuke, didn’t I say don’t speak until spoken to?”‌ Jason shook his head as he grabbed his menu.

“She’s just ignoring me.”‌ He seriously sounded like a child.

“Did you already figure out what you wanted, Jeonghun?”‌ Jason asked as he looked over the menu.

“We’re getting chicken!”‌ My nephew perked up, happy to be included.

“What will we be having?”‌ A waitress pranced over with a warm grin.

“Four orders of chicken and beer please.”‌ Jason smiled back at her.

“Hey! We have a child here.”‌ I sang in a teasing voice.

“Chicken, beer and apple juice so it just LOOKS like beer!”‌ I only shook my head.

Surprisingly lunch was mostly quiet. Jason’s attention was on my nephew and my attention was on the power outage culprit. I think Jason wasn’t bringing Daisuke into the conversation because of my nephew. But I knew as soon as tonight he would be texting me to ask when we could all meet up and talk. And I hated that I knew that.

I made sure to ask the butcher to give me top-quality beef steaks for Seokjin. All the beef I could get, I did. I wasn’t aware that meat would be a priority in the house but I should’ve known.

All the meats I got were FAR from on the list, but I got them anyway.

Seokjin and Jimin mostly wrote down everyday things and a few produce items. I‌ saw all the berries and fruits looking big and ripe so I got a lot of those as well.

Surprisingly I‌ was able to keep my nephew in line but getting him various things from around the store.

Unsurprisingly, Jeonghun ran out of the car as soon as I parked at the bunker before I could explain. I quickly got out the car and ran after him. He was about to open the first door as I grabbed him and yanked him away from it.

I set him down on the ground and held onto his shoulders as I began to explain, “Listen to me, Jeonghun. We have guests in the bunker. You are NOT going to tell anyone about them. Including your mother.”‌ My voice was stern, hoping it would show him that I meant business.

“You want me to LIE to mom?”‌

“No. . . I just want you to bend the truth a little. It’s different.”‌

“No, it isn’t.”‌

“…What do you know, you’re, like, five.”‌ He gave me the most offended look I’ve ever seen a child make.

“I’M FOUR!”

“One year off. When’s your birthday again?”‌ I teased, watching him getting angrier.

He tried to wiggle out of my grasp while I get out an evil giggle, “I’m joking, I’m joking!‌ I know your birthday! It’s on the 13th of March.”‌

He stopped struggling to pout, not at all liking my playful nature.

“I’m sorry but you’re not going to be a prude like my sister. Lighten up will ya? Now, no telling mom, your dad, your aunt or uncle, your friends, NOBODY, that you met these friends. Got it?”‌

He let out an annoyed ‘okay’.

“Good. Now lead the way, I bet some are excited to see you.”‌ A giant grin formed on his face as he rushed the door.

He knew the codes just in case he was ever in trouble, so I had no worry about him getting stuck.

I watched him bounce down the stairs for a moment before turning back to the car. I gathered the several bags that I had and began to place them at the entrance so it would be easier to close the door behind me. As I was grabbing the last of the bags, my nephew's backpack, and closing the car doors, I looked over to see most of the bags were gone.

I froze into place. Trying to remember exactly how many bags I had. As I was lost in thought, staring at the bags, I saw Seokjin making his way up the stairs. My eyes widened.

No. No, no, No, NO!

I dropped the bags I was holding and ran towards the door. In a fit of panic, I ‌just grabbed the outside door and tried to slam it close.

I‌ heard a small thud and, “YAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”‌

“JIN! YOU CANT LEAVE YET! I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO FIX BEFORE YOU CAN ALL GO!”‌ I cried, pressing my shoulder against the door to hold it closed against Seokjin trying to force it open.

“I’M NOT LEAVING! I WAS HELPING! I WAS GETTING THE BAGS RELAX!”

He was what now?

I quickly moved out the way, causing him to fall forward onto the bags.

“Oh shit! Jinnie, I’m so sorry!”‌ I quickly apologized, kneeling down to help him.

He looked up like he was going to start cussing me out, but stopped once he caught sight of what outside was.

His eyes widened as he looked around. Large trees covering the small clearing. The only reason anyone would be able to tell a bunker was here was because of the small block of walls with a door in front of it. Looking like a small room in the middle of nothing.

The pathway to get here was slim and the tire tracks sometimes got covered by plants that grew faster during the spring and summer months. And in the fall, fallen leaves did the job. The snow in winter. The path twisted and turned, so it wasn’t just a straight line to the bunker, it was obscured by trees and large bushes.

“WHERE ARE WE!?”‌He almost demanded, making me flinch.

They all had their eyes covered when they arrived. There were no windows in the bunker. I wonder where they thought they were.

“The forest. A few miles from Seoul.”‌ ‘A few’ was generous.

“How did you even…? Does ANYONE know this exists!?”‌ Oh no. He was panicking.

“Jinnie, calm down,‌”‌ I began in a soft voice, “I told you I’m not going to hurt anyone, plus this is only temporary. Jason, my nephew, and a few others know this place exists. Relax.”‌

He shook his head, “I’m not afraid that you’ll hurt us, what if one of us gets hurt and the ambulance can’t get to us in time??”‌

Oh, that's what he was afraid of.

I couldn’t help the smile that began to form on my face.

He gave me a ‘really bitch’ look in return, “Why are you smiling? Do you know how dangerous it is to live so far away from civilization!?‌ What if you run out of gas and you have to walk to town!? What if a serial killer comes in and you’re left for dead because no one knows this is here!?”‌

My smile suddenly disappears.

“Here I was, happy that you weren’t going to leave me, and you have to point out every single feAR I COULD EVER HAVE LIVING HERE! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!?”‌

“I’M JUST POINTING OUT THE OBVIOUS!” He defended.

“THAT I OBVIOUSLY DON’T WANT TO HEAR!”

“Can you both stop yelling at each other before the others come!”‌ I heard someone hiss.

That, someone, was Hoseok, who began to quickly pick up as many bags as he could, ignoring Jin on the ground and running back down the stairs to drop off the bags before coming back.

I quickly stood up and ran back to where I dropped the bags and picked up the scattered contents. I could hear the shuffling of bags and Seokjin got up to help Hoseok. As soon as I had everything picked up I ran inside and down the stairs. Hoseok quickly shut the main and vault door. He ran past Jin just in time for Jin to shut it. We all listened for a moment before letting out a breath of relief.

No one else seemed to notice that we had all three doors open. Just waiting for someone to run out.

Let’s hope that doesn’t happen again…

All three of us slid open the door to load the bags into the kitchen.

Taehyung and my nephew were sitting on the floor as Jimin had half of his body behind the tv with cords. Seeming to be setting up a game system.

Suga was sitting in a recliner, only watching them.

As soon as Taehyung saw us he spoke, “Jin-Hyung! Can you come set this up? Jeonghun wants to play Mario Cart but Jimin and I were lost!”‌

“What’s the magic word?”‌ Seokjin taunted as he began to put away groceries.

“Now?”‌ Jimin challenged, causing Seokjin to stop and turn around.

Hoseok let out and adorable laugh with Taehyung while I pressed my lips together. I wasn’t about to face Jin’s wrath more than I already have today.

“Please!”‌ My nephew gave a big smile, successfully breaking the tension.

Seokjin seemed to soften, “At least someone has manners here.”‌ Seokjin huffed and went to set up the console.

Seokjin setting up the console turned into Seokjin doing a tournament with the boys to see who could defeat him. It was around 7pm and he hadn’t even started dinner.

“Aish, he isn’t going to start it.”‌ Hoseok complained as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and got up from his seat at the dining room table.

“I’ll help!”‌ I‌ pipped up, bouncing up from my chair in excitement.

We started just making meat and ramen. Hoseok found the grill pan and set it up and I set up the pot of water. We both agreed on kimchi ramen.

I had got the ramen packs out the cupboard and was turning to go to the stove. I slightly bumped into Hoseok.

“Sorry, Hobi.” I muttered, only to see him smirking when I looked up.

His hands moved to my hips to rest there lightly, “Do you think eight packs is enough?”‌ His voice sent a shiver down my spine.

“I think so. I never made ramen in bulk before… Should we add veggies to it to fill everyone up?”‌ I suggested, almost excited at the thought of adding stir-fried veggies.

Hoseok’s smirk only grew, “Would you like ‘veggies’ in your ramen, Sunshine?”‌ I can tell he liked my choice of the word ‘veggie’ over vegetables, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as I began to get hungrier by the thought of more things in my ramen.

I nodded, “I think I got a good amount at the store!”

“We can add veggies. Anything else you want, Sunshine?”‌ He asked, his voice lowering an active or so.

I couldn’t help but gulp.

Why was he so close?

His eyes were locked on mine, the smirk he had only made me look at his lips more. His skin was glowing, despite the lighting in the kitchen that didn’t do him justice. His lips were pink, they looked soft and tempting. His eyes twinkled in mischief that I couldn’t help but find adorable.

“Well…I…uh.”‌ I had no idea what to say in a moment like this.

Did I tell him I wanted to kiss him?

My nephew was in the living room with the others not too far from us.

Speaking of the others, Hoseok was ‘playfully’ nudged to the side by Jimin, who came into the kitchen with Suga.

“I’ll help you with the meat Hoseokie,”‌ Suga muttered as he turned on the stove.

“Maybe I can help with prepping the vegetables?”‌ Jimin suggested, tilting his head slightly and batting his eyes.

Oh, he was good.

I only nodded at his suggestion, causing him to grab my hand and lead me to the fridge, away from Hoseok.

Hobi let out a sigh, “We were okay with making dinner.”‌

“You didn’t even preheat the skillet. You were going to make gray meat.”‌ Suga nagged.

Jimin took out carrots, mushrooms, bell pepper, onions, garlic, and cabbage before closing the fridge, “Hyung, you didn’t even start the water for the ramen.”‌ Jimin shook his head.

“I was in charge of the ramen.”‌ I tried to defend him.

“Well, he stopped you from doing your job, Princess.”‌ Jimin moved to cup my face.

“But I–” Suga interrupted with a simple, “Get the seasonings, Hope.”

Hobi let out an irritated sigh and moved to the cabinets. Jimin quickly picked out our knives and cutting boards so I wouldn’t go to Hoseok’s side of the kitchen.

I let out a sigh.

That was a little excessive.

There was silence besides Suga and Hoseok asking about the meat and Jimin asking a question or two about the veggies.

I couldn’t help my eyes from wandering to my nephew. He was obviously really into the game he was playing with Seokjin and Taehyung seemed invested in watching their match. The thing that really stuck out was one thing.

“Hey, Chim?”

“Yes?”

“…Where are the others?”

A big smile formed on his face.

“I told Jungkook that he was losing his touch in one of the games in the arcade, so that’s where he’s at. Seongmi and Linza are in their room. I was talking about how good a drawing of Seongmi’s was and Linza wanted to learn. Namjoon is in the library. ” He seemed proud of himself.

“So you basically manipulated everyone into staying away?” Jimin frowned.

He scooped up his cabbage to put into a bowl, “Well… It sounds wrong when you say it like that.”

It did sound a little wrong.

“Sorry! It did sound a little wrong now that I think about it. Thank you. I was worried that someone would try something while my nephew was here. You really helped.” I assured.

Jimin lit up once more, “We’re happy to help. Jin Hyung helped me talk to Jeongguk and Linza.”

We all fell into comfortable silence besides Seokjin battling it out in the living room with Taehyung and my nephew.

I couldn’t help but wonder how the next few weeks would progress. If I would be able to handle everything. All of my worries seemed to evaporate as soon as Taehyung scooped up my nephew to victory taunt Seokjin. Maybe I was reading too far into everything and these were small problems. Or perhaps I was starting to downplay them to feel better.

I needed to figure out how I was going to focus on work for the next upcoming days. The boys would, of course, be under Jason’s care. There was the situation of the power going out that I needed to follow up on with security in less than an hour.

I let out a sigh, they weren’t going to let me go peacefully until after dinner.

“Is something wrong, Princess?” Jimin asked softly, causing me to snap my head over to look at him.

Man, I was still not used to that.

Jimin’s concern caught the attention of Hobi, who stopped grilling to pay attention. Yoongi took the tongs from Hobi to continue the work. He seemed as disinterested as always.

“The, uh…” Should I explain or should I just tell them I couldn’t stay for dinner?

“If something is wrong maybe we can help.” Tae’s voice added, catching my attention.

He was leaning over the back of the couch, the concern and softness made me feel more inclined to tell the truth. Even Seokjin had paused the game, his body twisted around to look over towards me.

Now I had to.

“There was a problem at the company today.” I have in with a sigh.

“What kind of problem?” Jimin asked, putting down the knife.

“How serious is it??” Taehyung asked, his posture more alert to get up.

I quickly held my hands out, “The power went out in only the room with game developers. I’m having the right people look into it!”

“But?” Hoseok pressed.

“You’re worried?” Seokjin asked.

I nodded, “I am. It was ONLY the game department, ONLY the game developer room. I would’ve felt better if it were the whole floor or even the whole building. Someone targeted that department I just know it. I told them I would be there in an hour.”

Seokjin sighed and stood up, “I’m sure everyone will have it under control, your leader instinct is kicking in.” He smiled as he approached.

“But what if it’s some asshole trying to sabotage the game so we don’t have partners or investors and the whole game department is thrown out? People will lose their jobs! The company will take a financial hit!” I argued.

“Hyung, we should let her go, she does have a point.” Hoseok reasoned.

“We can pack her dinner to take with her. It’s her company, Hyung.” Taehyung jumped in.

Seokjin let out a groan and wrapped his arms around me, pressing the side of his face to my shoulder.

“Now you’re just being a big baby.” Jimin teased as he added the veggies into a wok.

“I’m older than you!”

“You don’t act like it.”

“Taehyung I’m your Hyung!”

“Not when we’re in the bunker.”

“How do honorifics not apply here?” I asked softly.

“Would you like for us to call you L/N-nim then?” Jimin smirked, continuing to cook like he wasn’t just calling me out.

I felt a small amount of heat go to my cheeks at the formality.

“Then no honorifics.”

“…To Seokjin at least.” Taehyung jumped in.

Seokjin stood up straight, I could feel the roast of the century radiating from inside of him.

“We’ll make sure to send her off with dinner. ” Hobi intervened.

“Send who off with dinner?” A melodic voice asked.

Seongmi had happily skipped into the room, upon entering she let out a small squeal. She put her hands over her mouth to try to muffle the sound. At first, I was confused but I followed her line of sight to see my nephew, slumped against pillows at Taehyung’s side. He seemed to be slowly slipping in and out of sleep.

Taehyung looked over to his side and a wide smile stretched on his face. Tae made a soft cooing noise before grabbing the throw blanket off the armrest and draping it over my nephew.

I tried to push away the thoughts of Taehyung being an amazing father and my growing heart to sigh.

“He didn’t even wait until dinner. He must've been so tired.” I frowned.

Seokjin let out his own sigh, “Okay, you can go after we pack you up dinner. I just don’t want you to overwork yourself.” His hand reached over to pet my head.

“Overwork? She’s barely been to work these past couple of days what do you mean?” Seongmi muttered.

“But she’s worked while she’s here,” Jimin stated, his voice having a small bit of irritation in it.

“Hardly. What do you think the owner of a company does? Just make decisions? She has papers to sign, branches to inspect. Meetings with not only staff but with partners, shareholders, even press meetings! She was far more involved before all of this!” Seongmi was clearly agitated.

“Seongmi? Is everything oka-” Jimin cut off my concerned question.

“Then she deserves a break don’t you think? She has other siblings who seem capable.”

“They have their own branches to manage! They have so much on their plate as it is, especially with their new push for games! She has to go. With or without your permission. She’s a grown woman, not a doll for you to play with.”

A heavy silence fell into the room. The weight was insane and it seemed like no one wanted to speak in fear of either Seongmi or Jimin popping off.

Okay, maybe I should deescalate this as much as possible right now.

As if reading my mind Suga let out a loud sigh, “You’re both burning dinner.” He grumbled as he went between Hobi and Jimin to push Jimin aside to lower the heat down on the wok and mix the veggies.

I made a mental note to thank Suga later before I spoke, “Seongmi, thank you for thinking about my feelings right now, but it’s okay. I’ll be sure to eat dinner and come back here before 3am. I hope to get as much work done as possible while I wait for the answer of the security cameras.” I could almost feel the air being thick with tension.

The way Seongmi deflated caused my heart to break. I bit my bottom lip to think of a compromise to make sure everyone was happy.

“Hey, Seongmi? Would you like any supplies? I feel like it’s unfair to bring you anything after all I’ve put you though. Maybe I could sneak into the animation room?” I suggested.

Seongmi’s eyes locked with mine in surprise. She quickly shook her head.

“I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble!” She stated quickly.

I unintentionally let out a giggle, “Get into trouble? With my own company? By the people I employ? I’ll get you a few thinks!” I smiled.

A light blush dusted Seongmi’s cheeks as she averted her eyes and nodded.

“While we’re all here and paying attention, I need someone to help me load the little gremlin on the couch into my car.”

“He’s not a gremlin!” Tae quickly defended.

“He’s not an angel.” Seokjin sighed.

I had ended up trusting Tae to help me load up Jeonghun. I pretty much held my breath as we walked up the stairs. Taehyung looked like he was in peak father mode. He held Jeonghun with one arm under him and one hand behind his head to keep him close as Jeonghun peacefully had his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung’s face held the look of concentration as we tried to keep our pace swift, yet careful.

I quickly moved in front of them to open the door to the back seat. Once the door was open I opened up the passenger door to put the cooler bags of food on the seat and tried my best to close it softly.

Taehyung went the extra mile of getting to the car to position Jeonghun comfortably in the backseat. Once he climbed back out I closed the door as quietly as I could.

We both held our breath to see if he would spur. Once there was no movement we gave each other a quick high-five.

“I was afraid he’d wake up!” I let out the breath I was holding.

“Imagine how I felt! I was the one carrying him!” Tae chortled.

“Why do you think I didn’t WANT to carry him?” I giggled.

“Just use me and leave me, I see how it is.” He almost scolded.

“Aww, Tae! I love you though!” I teased and I leaned forward to hug him close.

“You love me, huh?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

I jumped when his hands slid up my sides then to my back. He let out a sigh as he put pressure on my lower back to keep me flush against him.

The warmth that flooded my cheeks also flowed into my chest. I didn’t fight his touch and put my head on his shoulder.

As an unspoken language, Tae lightly nudged me and I automatically stepped back so my back was pressed to the cool car. He moved his hands to cup my face. Once I looked into his eyes it was game over. An endless pool of comfort welcomed me.

“Make sure to not overwork yourself, okay? Don’t let anyone rush you.” I only nodded.

“When you get home, I’ll be asleep in my room, don’t be afraid to come in, okay? I want to spend as much time with you as possible before Jimin tries to hog you.” I let out a small laugh.

“I doubt Jimin will steal me away.”

“Jimin would. He’s a little… Possessive when it comes to things he really likes.”

“Do you really like me too, Taehyung?” A small smile graced his lips.

“I told you. I like the crazy ones.” I get out an offended scoff and lightly pushed him away.

“I’m not crazy. I’m an intellectual.” I grumbled, turning to open the driver door.

Tae wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close so my back was flush against his chest.

“Seriously though, I want you to myself when you get home.”

“Okay, just don’t tell anyone else I promised you this or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Taehyung placed a few small kisses on the back of my shoulder that left tingles blooming on my skin.

“We’ll even sleep in. Lunch is better than breakfast.”

“Are you kidding? Seokjin would have my head!”

“…I want your head.”

“…Are you trying to make a dirty joke right now?”

“Only if it’s working.”

“…It might be.”

Tae let out a hum and slightly began to rock us side to side, “How about this? When you get home…” He began as he placed another small kiss on my shoulder, “I’ll let you climb on top of me…” He continued as he placed a kiss on the side of my neck, “And I’ll let you do whatever you please. It can be to sleep,” He kissed my jaw, “Or, I’ll let you use me.”

I whipped around, my face radiating dangerous amounts of heat, “YOU WHAT?” I demanded.

Tae quickly rushed forward to cover my mouth, “You’ll wake up Jeonggie!”

I began to smack at his hand repeatedly, wanting nothing but answers. However, as soon as Taehyung moved his hand, his lips took its place. It was quick and not at all boring though. Like he didn’t just introduce a completely crazy idea into our already weird relationship.

“Calm down. I’m only letting you know it’s an option!” He hissed.

“How are you so casual about this!? You’re an idol!” I hissed back.

“Not a nun!”

“Even hoes have a more subtle way with vocabulary and flirting!”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t still new to this!”

“Even rookies know you don’t just lay the ‘you can use me’ card on the table right off the bat!”

“Well, I’m straightforward!” I let out a groan.

“Now my face is hot!” I whined.

“So that means you WANT to use me.”

“STOPSAYINGTHAT!”

Arriving to the company was just as chaotic as I thought it would be. People were scattered around and rushing in a quick pace. Before I knew it my sister’s personal assistant took my nephew out my arms and my assistant was pushing me to my office.

The power outage had put us a few hours behind schedule and instead of managers just letting employees go after regular hours, they requested everyone work overtime. Which caused more chaos that you would think.

I quickly put up my hair and started getting to work. I was chewed out once or twice by a few older directors for not being in my office 24/7 but all in all people were just relieved I was fixing as much as I could as fast as I could.

About several stacks of documents and a few dozen calls into the night, my sister decided to show up.

“I understand that we’re behind schedule, but I can’t have you overworking employees saying that they HAVE to stay.” I scolded a manager from one of the broadcasting branches.

I quickly mouthed a quick ‘I’m almost done’ to my sister out of respect. She only waved me off as she took a seat on the loveseat and began to pour herself a glass of water.

“The Video Game Department does NOT affect the Broadcasting Department. If I see this kind of slip up again I WILL give you leave without pay. Do you understand? Goodbye.” I hung up and let out a deep groan.

“What was that about?” Jiann asked.

I sighed as I plopped myself on the opposite loveseat. I threw my folder on the coffee table, very done with the list of people to call and meet with.

“I got word that one of the managers in the Broadcasting Department was trying to use the overtime excuse to get extra work out of the employees.” I grumbled crossing her name off the list.

“Hmmm, maybe I should speak with them as well?” Jiann suggested.

I shook my head, “I handled it. You’ll only make them fear you.”

Jiann let out only a scoff in response. I leaned back in the loveseat and tried to relax.

“How was my nephew? Your secretary just whisked him away.” I asked, my head lulled back so I was looking up at the ceiling.

“Still asleep. His dad will be here to pick him up in half an hour. There is something else I wanted to talk about though.”

“And that is?”

“I know.”

I let out another sigh with a roll of my eyes, “Know what?”

“About the bunker.”

“Cool. So does Jae. And mom. And your son. And Jason.” My indifference was clear.

She made it seem like it was such a dark secret that I paid to get a bunker in the middle of nowhere.

“I also know about the nine people in there. The one’s the whole world are looking for.” My head snapped up to look at her.

I could feel cold spike at the back of my neck that was quickly changed into a slow burning fire in my chest. Like I had something to be defensive about, and the superior look on her face made it valid.

“This is what I think,” She began as she placed her glass on the table and picked up and empty one to pour me water.

“I think you should give up your place. Mom threw everything on us as soon as dad passed. You didn’t have time to be young and free. You let everyone go and I’ll gave our best legal team handle everything. You get away with this, you are cut free of the burden of owning the company and everyone is happy. I’ll keep you in charge of games so you’ll still be doing what dad asked of you.” She seemed to have a sparkle in her eyes as she spoke.

It was almost like she was thinking and fantazing this for longer that necessary. It only made the fire in my chest burn hotter.

“Jae and I will handle everything! What do you say?” She finished, holding out the glass of water.

I looked at her like she just told me the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Because she just did.

“I think you giving birth obviously fucked with your brain somehow. What possibly made you come up with that?” I let out a bitter giggle.

I could see the sparkle in her eyes vanished as the coldness arrose.

“What is wrong with you? I just gave you a way out! You committed several crimes and you’re looking at me like I’M the one in the wrong.” She slammed the glass down like that was about to intimidate me.

“You didn’t give me a way out, you gave yourself a way in. I’m not fucking stupid, Jiann.”

“This isn’t about me being power hungry or trying to fight for the top!”

“No. It isn’t. But it IS about your control. Your fucking pride. Ever since I was little you cared about other's opinions and I NEVER thought you would stoop this low.”

“You’re one to talk! You just kidnapped IDOLS.”

“I didn’t do it out of pride or control. I did it out of fucking impulse and recklessness. Something all CEOs have. Something you and Jae will never have.”

“Think with your head for once! If you get caught our company will be canceled! Our entire family business with crumble because of your stupid actions!” She was now yelling.

I could tell by the roughness in her voice that she was close to exploding, but I still wasn’t going to back down from this. It was my mistake and it was my company. It was mine to control and fix.

“I think it would be best if you just listened to your older sister and just stepped down with the offer I gave you!”

“And I personally couldn’t give a single fuck about what you think I should do. This is MY company. This is MY mistake. If you want to turn me in, then fine. Do it. In the end everyone will look at the company with distaste because family just destroyed family. It doesn’t matter if I was the CEO or not when it happened, you just threw your little sister to the wolves and told her to deal with it all because I ruined your image. Dad left this to me and ONLY me! You should be happy that I even LET you control what you do here! I'm not as weak as you make me seem and I'm not letting you take it from me. You make comments about Jae, but you're doing exactly what he would. If you're going to help do it out of the kindness of your heart and not because you want my spot. I would appreciate you leaving my office. Call me when you stop being a fucking child and start being a sister." I snapped and stood up to go to my desk.

“Are you serious!?”

“Deathly. Get out of my office.” I picked up the phone to make another call, dismissing her with the flick of my wrist like an asshole.

“We aren’t done talking!” She argued, now standing.

“Mrs.Han, yes, this is L/n F/n. I was calling about your manager.” I began as I walked over to my computer to pull up her file.

I knew Jiann wasn’t going to let it go as easy as I hoped. Maybe I could’ve been nicer or compromised, but something in my gut told me that it wasn’t what my father wanted and that I was meant for this role. One way or another I was going to prove it.

By time I got through at least eighty percent of the reply list, it was close to four in the morning. It seemed far quieter than it did when I came for my sister’s throat. People had mostly left, lights in the building were either off or dimmed. My fingers ached from the constant typing of emails and documents. I even had to make an announcement to have sent out and displayed to employees. I had my assistant, Hajun, begin to work on getting more security and look into better security companies.

With the ache in my fingers, neck and back I decided to call it night. I turned off my computer and lamp as I began to gather my things. As soon as I bit those who I saw I went straight to my car to go home. Only then did I see the bag of dinner that had been forgotten in the car.

I let out a groan and let my head rest on the steering wheel.

I felt bad for forgetting it, but I was too tired and stressed to be hungry.

But they made it themselves.

I frowned.

Maybe I could eat it quickly. Or at least half. Or I can lie and say I got busy and left it in my office.

I reluctantly opened the bag to find chopsticks and open the container.

The pleasant smell wafted into the car as soon as the container was open, but the first mouthful of food was a unsatisfying one. The flavor was good, but it had gotten cold. The noodles had gotten far too soggy to even pick up with chopsticks.

I knew that was mostly my fault so I made myself eat a good amount of it before closing it up and shoving it back into the bag.

Once I started up the car and turned on the radio I couldn’t help my mind from wandering.

Would my sister sell me out? Would she let any of this go? Did she hate me now?

By time I had parked at the bunker entrance I had fully convinced myself that my sister was going to turn me in and disown me.

I lifelessly unlocked the doors and locked them behind me. I tried to think positively and like I was the baddest bitch to run the company but I was now lost and felt betrayed.

I had to prove myself, but did I already ruin my chance? Did I already fuck everything up sp badly that my father would be disappointed.

Maybe it wasn’t a gut feeling that made me pop off on my sister but fear. Or entitlement.

I snuck into the bunker and down the hall. As soon as I found the right door I crept in and lifted the blanket to Taehyung’s bed and immediately slipped in. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face between his shoulderblades.

Maybe even this was completely wrong. I had just kidnapped him and his friends. I should be in jail. He should be disgusted. He should be angry.

“F/n? Did everything go okay?” Tae’s voice rough from sleep questioned quietly.

I only shook my head, holding him tighter like he would leave if I showed any weakness.

I felt his larger, warm hand place itself over mine as he let out a huff.

“Everything will be okay. Whatever happened, I’m sure you did the best you could. Just get some sleep, I promise to make it all better in the morning. ”

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

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Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Eighteen: The One With the His Job

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3054

He told her there was a danger with him. That there was always going to be a threat. He warned her what could possibly come if they went further. But neither cared. Neither wanted to stop. There were such strong feelings between the two that if they stopped, Lily would be left with something missing in her life. She didn't want to let him go, despite being hesitant to let him in. He created this new feeling of safety for Lily, yet here they sat. She knew what her parents were doing. It was recorded in studies that the Winter Soldier was unlocked through a series of Russian words, triggers that would set off the chemicals in his brain.

And for the first time, Lily felt scared around Bucky Barnes. But it didn't last long.

With his eyes squeezed tight, Bucky made his way towards Lily and Hunter. Fluttering those steel-blue eyes, Bucky looked at Lily, and she knew he was still there. He turned his back to the two, blocking the view of Lily's family. And he spoke, cool, calm, and collected.

"For two of the smartest scientists, you don't do a lot of research," Bucky began, "I don't work like that anymore. Now in about two minutes Captain America and the Falcon are going to walk through those doors. Do us all a favour, and just sit. And wait."

The clicking of a gun made Lily's heart stutter. It came from one of the three Osbornes. She whispered a quiet prayer, despite her lack of religious beliefs, and tugged the young boy closer to her. Her breathing was rapid and tears brimmed at the mossy iris of her eyes, creating a glass-like effect. It made her look like a real doll, just as Bucky called her. A small shuttering breath escaped her lips as she pressed a kiss to the soft tufts of blonde on Hunter’s head. If anything, she just wanted to shield Hunter from all of this. With what he had been through at such a young age already, Lily felt her heartbreak at the idea of him having to witness the events that would follow.

"Lily go to the car," Bucky whispered, glancing over his shoulder, "Please."

She didn't hesitate. Most people she was sure would try and stay and help, but Lily would be damned if she had Hunter stay in this cafe for a second longer. Without skipping a beat, the blonde tugged her son away from the booth and darted with him towards the car they had brought here that morning, rushing him into the back. The moment the doors closed, both Lily and Hunter let out a breath of relief. Leaning her head forward, Lily placed it on the top of her steering wheel, blinking away the tears that threatened to fall as everything began to settle in.

The sound of her phone ringing made every hair on her body stand on edge.

Glancing up, Lily sniffled while answering through her car. It was Rose. And dear God was the elder sister glad to hear from her. But nervous at the same time. She wasn't sure if Rose knew about what was happening, she could only assume so, seeing as the younger sister had been in the cafe not too long ago with Lily's best friend.

"Lily! Thank god you answered are you okay?" Rose's panicked voice quivered as it rang through her speakers, "Do you have Hunter? Please tell me you have Hunter?"

"Yeah, yeah Rose I've got Hunter. We're okay. We're in the car." Lily responded, her own voice barely above a whisper, "Are you and Gen okay?"

"Yeah...yeah, we're at Gen's apartment. I tried to take Hunter, I tried. But they...they ju- "

"Rose stop. It's okay...listen I'm with Hunter right now I'll call you back. Make sure Gen's okay, and just stay there." Lily finished, "I love you." and with that, the blonde ended the call, turning her attention to the clear shell-shocked boy that was sitting in the back seat.

"Mom is Bucky gonna hurt grandma, grandpa, and uncle Cedar?" his voice whispered, shaking and cracking halfway through.

Lily felt a ton of bricks smash against her chest. She herself didn't even know the answer to that. She trusted Bucky, yes. But this was also his job. To take down the people who do these sorts of things. Bring them to justice, by whatever means needed. And a part of her knew that there was a possibility she could lose her parents and brother within the next few minutes, but the other half of her knew that Bucky wouldn't. She felt deep inside that if it came down to it, he would let them live and be brought to legal task instead of violence. But Lily didn't know...but she couldn't leave Hunter hanging. If she did that, then he'd know her own thoughts on the matter. And it wouldn't help either case.

"No." she stated, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "No I don't think Bucky will."

And she was right.

Not too long later, the doors to the cafe swung open after the police screamed down the street. Lily watched with pain in her eyes as her parents, unscathed with a mere bruise or two were walked from the building, Bucky, Steve, and Sam following close behind. No one looked injured or hurt, and a sigh of relief escaped from Lily. Bucky glanced over at the car and excused himself from the trio, jogging towards the car. Lily watched as he opened the passenger side door, sliding in.

"Hey, Hunt buddy," Bucky whispered, shifting to turn.

"Hi, Bucky." Hunter returned, a sense of relaxation in his tone after seeing that no one had been injured, "Is everything okay now?"

Bucky's eyes met Lily's, and the two shared a moment of silence before he began to speak once again, "Yeah. Everything's okay now buddy."

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"How're you feeling, hun?" Lily whispered as she took a seat on Hunter's bed after tucking him in for the night, "Lots happened today. Is there anything you wanna talk about?"

"Why'd they do it?" the boy whispered, looking up at his mother, "Why did they do it, mom, I don't get it."

Lily let out a soft sigh, running a hand across the boy’s forehead, "I don't know bud. I don't. I wish I had an answer for you. Bucky's taking care of it. anything you need to know I'll tell you, okay? I promise." the blonde hummed, reaching her pointer finger out.

Hunter nodded and wrapped his smaller finger around hers. Pressing a kiss to the boy’s forehead, Lily stood from the bed. Flicking off the lights, she smiled gently at Hunter curling under his blankets before she shut the door to his bedroom. Digging the heels of her hands into her eyes, Lily walked down the stairs where Bucky, Sam and Rose were sitting in her living room. She smiled gently when they looked up at her before she took a seat next to Bucky on the couch.

"So this is a daily thing with you guys, hm?" Rose asked, sipping her water, "Like what do you guys do when people aren't trying to blow up the city or take over the world?"

The room fell silent except for the late-night news playing in the background. Bucky and Sam looked at each other with frazzled expressions as though they didn't even know what they did when there wasn't an imminent threat to the city or the world. Lily couldn't help but laugh at that fact. Out of the four of them, she lived the most basic and mundane life. Rose was a world-famous stylist and designer, Bucky and Sam were superheroes. Lily was just a children's doctor living in suburban Manhattan with a family and a dog. The other three had travelled all over the world, and Lily hadn't. So learning what these fantastic people did in their free time did seriously intrigue the girl.

"Yeah I mean there aren't always people trying to take over the world," Lily continued, sipping her glass of wine, "Do you like...go bowling?"

Bucky let out a laugh, his head rolling backwards, "Bowling? I guess so, I mean there is an alley in the compound. But we mostly just hang out at our own places really. Wait for the next mission. I help at the retirement home, Sam hosts a veteran support group. Steve never stops working." the man hummed, his arm draping across Lily's shoulders.

"Speaking of bowling," Lily sighed, readjusting herself, "Hunter's birthday is next week and I still have no idea what to do. He's getting older and it's harder to come up with ideas."

"How do we go from talking about Bucky and Sam being literal superheroes to Hunter's birthday," Rose chuckled, "But I'm not sure Lil. Maybe take them bowling I guess."

"Or bring him and a few of the kid’s friends by the compound," Sam suggested, "If the kid’s friends are anything like Hunter, I'm sure they'd love it. Run a watered-down version of a training thing to be an Avenger."

"I'd love that Sam thank you. I just want to give him something to take his mind off of everything going on." Lily shrugged, leaning further into Bucky.

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November seventh. The faithful day that Lily welcome her baby boy into the world around her. Into her arms, into the life of New York. Despite her not wanting kids for quite some time, she wouldn't take back having Hunter. She just wished he was the son of someone better. For his father was the person Lily wouldn't even wish upon her worst enemy. Every year since Hunter was born, Lily wanted to make his birthday special. She'd pull out all of the stops if it meant seeing her boy smile brighter than she ever had before. And in the times they were experiencing now, she knew he needed it, as did she, more than ever.

"So how do you know the avengers?" One of the kid’s parents, Jill, asked as everyone unloaded from the cars when they arrived at the compound, "Because Hunter's story seems a bit far-fetched, hun."

Lily sighed and rested her hand on her son’s shoulder and looked over at the woman, "What did he tell you, Jill?"

"That his mommy's seeing the Winter Soldier." the woman hummed, placing her own hand on her son’s shoulder, "Sounds like a fantasy."

"Fantasies can come true." A deep voice hummed. Lily couldn't help but grin at the feeling of a metal arm wrapping around her waist. Bucky. The small group of parents went silent as the man pressed a kiss to Lily's temple, "And only seeing? Here I was hoping we could refer to it as something a little bit more, doll." he teased, earning an elbow from Lily.

Lily felt her face heat up and her breathing catch in her throat. As much as she wanted to rub all of this in Jill's face, she still had that massive bundle of nerves inside of her that held her back. All of the parents here weren't exactly Lily's friends. She knew them from the PTA at Hunter's school and a few from her neighbourhood, and they were all very much those cliche suburban moms that would be seen in movies. Stuck up, believed themselves to be perfect with the perfect children. And Lily quite liked their children, but the mothers? Ugh, Lily couldn't stand them. However, they were insistent on joining the kids for the tour.

"Nice to see you finally have a man in your life," One of the other moms, Gina, hummed as the group began to walk towards the compound, "And a strong father figure for Hunter."

Lily glanced to the side, scoffing at her remarks, "I'm both Hunter's mother and father. And I don't need a man, Gina, I've raised Hunter alone his whole life essentially." she muttered, resting a hand on Bucky's arm to relax the tension.

Ever since the night Cedar attempted to break into Scott's apartment, something inside of Lily grew. A new side of her, she supposed. Growth, almost. A part of her knew that if she were able to stand up to Scott, the man who had destroyed any ounce of confidence she had throughout their relationship, who were Gina and Jill to hold her back. Of course, there was only a certain extent she would go to, for she was still nervous to even speak to people most of the time.

"Welcome to the Avengers compound!" Tony boomed as the doors opened for everyone to walk in, "If you'd like to join the little kiddos on the tour Just keep to the left here with Mr. Sam Wilson, aka the Falcon. and if parents would like a few drinks, follow me, towards the lounge."

A few of the parents joined the group of kids as they wandered down the hall. Hunter waved goodbye to Lily as she and the other parents made their way towards where Tony Stark was leading them. The small group of mothers and fathers whispered as Bucky tightened his grip on Lily's waist. The last thing Lily actually wanted to do was spend time with these parents, however, she was willing to sacrifice her sanity for a few hours if it meant giving Hunter the best day ever.

"Alright, Cyborg go help Nat bring out the refreshments while I get these people situated, hm?" Tony teased, patting Bucky's flesh arm, "Lily come, help me entertain your friends."

When Bucky's arm left Lily's waist, Tony took over by looping his arm with hers. Lily raised her eyebrow at the man as he took her over towards the rest of the group, sitting next to her on one of the couches. Lily gave the billionaire a quizzical look but he just nodded, as if telling her to simply go along with it. Lily and Tony had only spoken a handful of times, but he seemed fairly persistent about letting Bucky go get the things from the kitchen.

"So Lily," one of the fathers, Thomas, started, "it's really nice to see you get back out into the field. Not even just romantically, socially too. Maybe you'll actually come to the PTA group date nights, with someone other than Genevive." he chuckled, leaning backwards on his seat.

"She wouldn't attend anyway, Tommy. Lily isn't one for fun." Jill chuckled, crossing her legs, "What is it you do, Lily? Stay at home with your dog and kid. Come on, no one wants to see their kid that often. The only time I see you out is with Joey!" the woman continued, shaking her head.

Despite it being somewhat truthful, the woman's words stung a bit. Lily knew she didn't go out often and never really tried to connect with everyone around her. The only time she really did was when she was essentially forced, and she figured that's why Jill figured to go for a sensitive part in Lily's life. But then again, Jill was also a two-faced gossip who could never stay out of other people's business. Lily seemed to be her favourite topic of discussion, and her favourite to pick on. The blonde felt as though she were back in high school, or hell, even middle school. Jill was always going after Lily's insecurities, as though she could see right through her. It terrified the young mother, but Lily knew how much Hunter loved Jill's son. So she went through with it and sucked it up so her son could enjoy himself.

"Interesting comment...uh what was your name?" Tony commented, leaning forward slightly.

"Jill. Jill Reinhart." the redhead hummed, tilting her head to the side.

"Right. Jen, so like I was saying. Interesting comment. Lily here is actually quite in tune with fun. She attended a party I threw not too long ago and was an absolute hoot." Tony chuckled, squeezing the blonde’s shoulder, "And just because she actually enjoys spending time with her kid, who is a saint, doesn't mean she's any less fun. So."

The room fell silent. Lily looked over at the man with wide eyes as she took in what he had said. Jill always managed to find that soft spot, but Tony was quick to the jump. She figured this was why he had sent Bucky off, so he could deal with the clear teenage drama that was taking place inside of a group of adults. It probably didn't help Lily was the youngest of the entire group and was clearly the most vulnerable.

"W-well I was just- "

"No, jenny I really don't wanna hear it. Ah! here come Nat and Bucky with refreshments." Tony hummed, wiggling his eyebrows at the blonde before taking a seat next to nat as she sat down.

"you alright doll?" Bucky hummed as he walked over, reaching his hand out, "Mind joining me in the kitchen for a quick second?" he continued.

Lily nodded and took the man’s hand, standing from the couch. She glanced over her shoulder to see Jill sitting there with an absolutely shocked face. Lily smiled gently to herself as Bucky tugged her out of the lounge and into the hallway. A giggle escaped both of their lips as he spun her into his arms, leaning her up against one of the walls just outside of the kitchen. shaking her head, Lily wrapped her other hand into the man’s hair, enjoying the soft feeling of the dark tresses. He hummed softly, before bending down and pecking her lips.

"I was about ready to absolutely rip a new one off of that woman." Bucky chuckled as he pulled away, resting his forehead against the shorter girls.

"Mmm, that's Jill. Just a PTA woman. A real handful." Lily cooed, letting out a deep breath, "Now what can I help you with?"

"Well..." Bucky hummed, leaning back gently, "I was just wondering...seeing as we may as well be. And I absolutely adore spending time with you and Hunter is the sweetest boy...Do we want to I don't know...make it official? Basically, what I'm asking, Lily Osborne, will you be my girlfriend?" he finished.

A new sense of fear settled deep within Lily's stomach.

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g7mafiascenarios · 4 years

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His Sudden Kindness.

synopsis : It was obvious that the cold mafia leader has a soft spot for his childhood lover. It’s up to him to step up his game in order to talk to her.

characters : Lim Jaebeom, Moon Soojin, Moon Hyunjae

genre : mafia!jb, got7!mafia

a/n : i can’t say fluff but maybe a little, oh and maybe some swear words

“Thank you and we will come again as your repeat customers!”

“No problem! Thank you again!” Soojin exclaimed happily as she was holding the door for a few customers who had filled hands, seeing them waving to her.

Soojin watched them walk further till she couldn’t see their figures, turning to the corner as she sighed in relief.

It was a busy day for her and she has been cutting prickly leaves and dead petals all day, decorating the exterior of her shop with a bunch of bright and dark big flowers as she already catches attention from passer-bys.

Some people recognize her as the MOON Enterprise’s CEO’s daughter while some recognize her as the bright, helpful and kind girl who would always spend time in the shop as they walk past her shop, seeing the girl through the clear window glass making herself busy wrapping flowers all day.

Her shop got attention from all sorts of customers. From elderly women who have a liking for daisies, ederly men who buy red roses for their wives, young couples from school, office people - she noticed most of them were her colleagues in MOON headquarters to adults.

There were even kids who just randomly asked Soojin for sunflowers.

Soojin who has a kind heart and loves kids would give them sunflowers for free to only return by their parents apologizing to her which she would always tell them that it is fine.

Soojin was somehow popular around the city.

Her attention fell to the pinned note on the board to find a red one, just by the cash register - seeing its request.

“Oh no, it’s the Lims,” muttered Soojin as she took out the red note, then checked the store fridge to see the request from them and she knew where the next location should be.

She already asked Hyunjae to pick her up in about an hour, so wanting to remind her older brother, she decided to give him a call through her flower shop’s phone line.

“Hello?”

“Hey Hyunjae! This is me! Picking me up in about an hour's time?”

“Well… about that…”

There was a slight pause on the other line and Soojin immediately frowned, somehow feeling nervous about what he was going to say.

“I can’t make it, I already sent someone to pick you up,”

“Oh… Okay.. Something happened at work?”

“Kinda… It’s nothing serious, so don’t worry.”

“Alright, I’ll give you a call if there’s anything.”

“Roger that. Bye sis.”

“Bye,” muttered Soojin, finally putting down the phone with a sigh before starting to prepare the bouquet of flowers for the Lims.

She was too into her work, trying to make the flowers as clean and wanting to make the bouquet visually aesthetic, she scored a first class for this - when the sound of a car engine made her jump a little.

Soojin glanced towards the clear window, to see a luxury car parked right outside her shop. As soon as the window of the car slides down, Soojin’s eyes slowly went wide - to see a very familiar looking pair of eyes staring at her from the passenger seat.

She was already keying the phone number in a hurry and pressing the loud speaking button, not bothering the privacy. In just 2 rings, he picked up the call.

“Is he there?”

“Are you freaking serious, Hyunjae?!”

“What? It’s just Jaebeom…?”

“Just?! Hyunjae! He’s the next CEO of the hotel I am working for! It’s like asking your boss for a drive,”

“I’m aware he is the next CEO, Soojin - and… to be honest I can’t relate since I am going to be a boss myself so…”

Soojin slapped her forehead, hearing how dumb Hyunjae sounds like on the other side - at the same time she was losing her mind.

“Why are you so scared of Jaebeom anyway? He’s a nice guy,”

“Nice?! That’s funny. All I know is if I made him mad again just like the other day, who knows he will kill me,”

“Moon Soojin. That’s not funny and no, he won’t kill you. Heck he won’t even lay a hand on you. Trust me, lil sis. Stop being a pussy and woman up. I have to go! Call you later!”

“Hyunjae!— Great.”

The beeping sound of the phone indicates he ended the call, causing her to sigh loudly while putting down the phone in an attempt to stop the sound.

“He’s right, you know.”

Soojin immediately jolted, hearing the voice as she quickly looked up to see him leaning against the fridge, his hands placed in the pocket of his business pants, just across her.

How did he even enter the shop when there is a class doorbell where when people enter the shop, it will automatically make a sound as an indication they entered.

“How long have you been standing there?” Soojin questioned, trying her best not to sound or look as frightened as always. Jaebeom noticed this as he decided to let his guard down - he came here for a reason after all.

Which is to make her talk to him, as a friend. Not as what she just mentioned to his older brother.

“Well.. not long, but yeah. What Hyunjae said is right. I am nice.”

His response made Soojin chuckle slightly, as she realizes what she has done - immediately covering her mouth.

Jaebeom raised an eyebrow as his eyes decided to move towards the interior design of the shop, admiring how pleasing it looked though he had no interest in flowers.

Maybe because he was interested in the owner of the shop.

This caught Soojin’s attention, seeing him looking around the room - analyzing his features and noticing that he had an eye mole on his outer eyelids.

That’s weird, someone that I knew had eye moles but I can’t seem to remember who it is,

Other than that, he has a sharp jawline and not to mention his piercing eyes.

“Did you decorate the shop all alone?” Jaebeom decided to break the silence, immediately caught Soojin staring at him. He let out an obvious smirk, taking a few steps towards her.

“Checking me out? Need me to come closer?”

“Woah! Not so close, Mr Lim!” Soojin exclaimed flusteredly, taking a step backwards seeing him getting closer to her.

Jaebeom let out a slight smile.

“It’s Jaebeom, Soojin. You don’t have to be so formal and I’m not your boss as what you said to Hyunjae.” Now Jaebeom’s voice turned serious, his eyes never break eye contact with hers.

“We’re business partners and I appreciate it if you could stop saying I’m your boss. It doesn’t sound pleasing to me.” Jaebeom sounded hurt, though he doesn’t look like it which makes Soojin confused slightly but still obeyed what he said.

“Okay.. I’m sorry if I hurt you in any kind of way since you sounded a little hurt,”

“I’m glad you figured it out,” Jaebeom muttered slightly with a little smile.

Soojin was amazed at how amazing he looked when he showed that smile. It was a slight smile, but still it considered a smile.

That really sums up a mafia leader, attractive when he smiles or smirks but scary is angry.

“I’ll be outside while waiting for you to get ready,” Jaebeom pointed out by his thumb, earning a nod from Soojin.

As soon as the bell rang, Soojin immediately took out her apron and proceeded to rush herself.

For the first time, Soojin felt nervous riding in a car with someone.

Not just someone.

“Why can’t you just relax, Soojin? I won’t bite you and I would never, would not, could never and mostly I don’t intend to even kill you.. Just like you said to Hyunjae.”

They stop at the red light, which makes Jaebeom easily turn towards Soojin, seeing her side profile - her usual side partings covering her face. Soojin surprisingly turned towards Jaebeom with a raised brow.

“Are you offended by what I say to Hyunjae?”

“If you want me to be honest, yes I am, Soojin.” Jaebeom muttered before stepping onto the pedal, driving straight as the light turned green.

“Well… I’m sorry…? Look I— I find you scary okay?! So it’s normal if I had the impression of you!” Soojin exclaimed a little, earning a slight amused smile from Jaebeom.

“I’m disappointed but you’re not wrong though… Kids even find me scary, there was once a kid bumped onto me just by the lobby and as soon as I made eye contact, he ran away while bursting into tears. It’s embarrassing..” Jaebeom ranted with a sigh, causing Soojin to chuckle while trying to cover her mouth.

“Maybe you should lower your gaze, Jaebeom. Do you remember the day I bumped onto you? Maybe you could just make a 2 second eye contact then look away or smile slightly.” Soojin explains not realizing what position she was in, then not hearing Jaebeom’s response, afraid that she offended him.

“I’m so—

She was cut off by Jaebeom chuckling, a soft and genuine one, obviously taken aback by Soojin as she turned towards him with a shock expression.

“Believe me I tried doing that with others but it seems I scare them away more, so I just live it that way..” Jaebeom answered, glancing towards Soojin with a smile.

This is the moment that Soojin feels like she is mesmerized, his genuine smile was the most beautiful thing she had witnessed.

It was so pure, and it could make her fall for Jaebeom if he kept smiling at her. But of course that won’t happen, she thinks that she was just an acquaintance to him.

“But in seriousness, I’m really not that scary.. unless one decided to test my patience,” answered Jaebeom slightly turning towards Soojin, seeing her loosen up just by looking at her untense shoulders.

Soojin finally smiled while nodding slightly.

“Okay then, I believe you..” muttered Soojin as she looked away from Jaebeom, and in coincidence this made Jaebeom smile widely.

“...And I believe we have reached my parent’s building,” announced Jaebeom as he immediately parked the car, rushing out of the driver seat to become a gentleman- helping Soojin out of the car with opening the door for her and helping her to get the bouquets of flowers to her.

Now they were just standing face to face with Soojin holding onto the bouquets while Jaebeom had his hands formed into a fist in an attempt to calm his beating heart.

“I’m sorry for burdening you, well.. mainly my brother..”

“Don’t mention it and you don’t have to apologize everytime okay? You didn’t do anything wrong. The one who should apologize would be me,” confessed Jaebeom, his voice becoming soft as he tried to make eye contact with her.

“What for? You didn’t do anything wrong… other than looking scary and being a dick— I mean, being mean,” Soojin cuts herself off before revealing her true self, but Jaebeom was smart enough to catch her words.

“Dickhead? Maybe sometimes I am a dickhead,” Jaebeom shrugged slightly, seeing the shocking face on Soojin’s face - causing him to chuckle, his hands were rather fast than his brain as he pinched her cheeks.

Causing Soojin to gasp dramatically.

“Hey! You’re lucky my hands are preoccupied! I would already smack you on the head!” Soojin frowns deeply, her cheeks puffing out and that made Jaebeom relive his childhood memories - earning a smile from Jaebeom.

“I would wait for that day to happen. Just saying, it seems you are going to be late if you keep talking to me… not that I wasn’t enjoying but..” informed Jaebeom and Soojin can’t help but roll her eyes, then letting out a smile.

“Thank you for driving me, Jaebeom. Aren’t you going in too?” Soojin was about to take a step but stop immediately, turning towards him - seeing Jaebeom leaning against his car with folded arms.

“I have to attend a meeting with a friend in his own headquarters so go ahead,” said Jaebeom simply, smiling a little towards her as Soojin could only nod slightly as she continued walking.

“Soojin!” Jaebeom called out, causing her to whip her body towards his voice, seeing him standing in front of the driver’s seat door.

“I’ll see you around,” Jaebeom yelled slightly since they were a little far but still near for them to see each other.

Soojin waved at him, then to see him reply in the same gesture.

Jaebeom watches her, from talking to the receptionist then to entering the lobby as she disappears in the elevator with a wide smile from the driver seat.

To think that kid Soojin was adorable, the Soojin he had converse with was more adorable - Jaebeom finds her kind of funny, clumsy and attractive.

This was the first step of gaining their friendship back and he wished that as days passed while getting to gain her trust and trying to continue to where they had left back when they were kids.

But the problem for him is, how is he going to continue to where they had left when she can’t even recognize him?

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ⇿ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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thenaughtyguy · 3 years

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Dying Love

*this is a fictional story, matching any of its characters with any real person would be just a coincidence, and the place name and date have been just used to make it look real.

I think I should pen the dying love of two and a half years.

Let me first tell you something about the protagonists of this story, I, Mayank, 18 at that time, my hometown is Burhanpur and I study in Bhopal, and my hero, Virat- he was 20 at that time, he is properly from Bhopal.

It started on 27th November 2018, we met on Grindr, we both were new on that app, I was still exploring what is gay, what is bisexual, what is straight, I had never seen any porn, so I was totally unaware of sexual stuff, even today I'm untouched of all those things, I just knew was that, I feel attracted to boys and I never feel the same for girls. I got one friend who was member of QueerMitra, he helped me in knowing my feelings, I was graphic designer and content writer for them for few posts, I was trying to find my seniors and batch mates on that app, and one day- it was 27th November, (Exactly one month before I started using Grindr), a guy sent me "hi", I didn't know how to chat with people, after all I have got my first smart phone and I was not used to it. I sent "Hi" too. I said I'm in MANIT, 1st year CSE student. He said he is commerce student. he was 20. everything was going very nice. I had no knowledge of sex... I was just looking for someone with whom I can talk on my personal topics. so pics never mattered for me, so I didn't ask. but he sent his pic, I was shocked to see, I said send your real pics, he send another one, He was looking so hot, I was unable to believe, for few days I was offline, I came to Burhanpur, It was winter vacations for 1 month. One day I opened Grindr, and He never asked for my pic, he asked for my number and I gave him, I have started sharing everything with him, I had ordered my laptop, and again I was offline for few days, my laptop arrived on 5th December, and I was very happy, on 6th December, he texted me "hi" on whats-app, he sent me his pic, but I never believed on him, we talked after everything, I was very happy because of laptop and I was facing problem while starting it, I was updating him with every single thing, those days are literally so memorable to me, I was a lil kid.

Then on 7th December we made a call, I heard his voice, it was so mesmerizing, I asked him, do you sing, he said how did you know, actually I had become fan of his voice. I used to laugh so much, I was so happy, there were no words, just my blushing and happiness and laughter that he can listen to. I was so happy while talking with him, But always I had to go to terrace, and as like always, it used to be night time, so darkness and he never saw me, even I didn't believe on his pic, I never had dp too, so everything was like blind date, I was not using Grindr then, one day we made vc, but it was terrace and too dark, he hadn't got to see me, but I had seen him, he was so handsome and exactly the same as I saw in his pics. But I was fan of his voice more than his looks, and to be honest in our whole journey, I never praised him for his look, just I praised him for his voice, he used to love singing and cooking, so I started having interest in cooking, I used to ask him for recipes.

In no time he had become my very good friend, my secret box, and the surprising thing was he didn't had seen me, on 30th December I clicked one selfie and edited it, and keep it as my dp, he saw me first time in that edited pic. and even today I have the same dp on whats-app, I think it is the sign that my heart is still waiting for him.

Then I came to Bhopal, but we didn't met in real, we just used to talk day and night. everyday my first message used to be "gm" and last message -"gn and tc"

Whole day whenever I got time we used to chat, soon he got a job in Dainik Bhasker, he got busy, so we chose to chat instead of calling, and as our timing didn't match, he used to reply when he got time.

I was so happy. and finally after 8 months, we met first time in real on 19th July 2019. it was just 10 min meeting, but I remember every second of it. we shake hands, his that soft hands, and his voice was so nice in real, he was dressed up in formal dress, white shirt, black pant, we were of same height, he was looking fit and so cute, but I didn't say a word, I was a kid, I was so much blushing, I didn't say anything but after that, I text him my all feelings, I was so shy to speak out anything. but he was praising me, and the most memorable moment was that hug, he tried to hug me while we were leaving, that soft touch, not a tight hug, just the way friends hug each other, but there was a softness and love in it.

We had become more than a friend to me, we started using love emojis, everything was slow but everything was memorable, we were too happy.

I had learnt graphic designing, I used to be very busy with the work of all different societies, but the messaging was all same, I remember, the whole day, whenever I used to have free time, I used to message him.

He started being busy, his timing of job changed, it was from afternoon to late night 11-12. He used to get tired, so replying every single message become tough for him, but he used to read my all messages, He used to care a lot.

Even every Sunday he used to go job, he didn't had a fixed day for holiday, it could be any day in a week, so it become tough for our meeting.

We started having little bit of fighting much often, always it was me who used to get mad at him and he used to be so busy that he didn't even understand that I'm mad at him. Actually I was in love so deep that I couldn't able to get mad for long time and finally I myself had to approach him. I could understand but really not having time for me. He used to say, I'm busy you can search someone for you, I won't be mad. That single sentence was too enough to feel his care.

But still I'm a human, I used to get mad at him because he was not having time for me.

For me, he was the only person whom I could say everything, whole day I used to tell him whats going on in my life, but now he didn't had time for reading those too too long messages, he used to say, I'm too tired and I can't type, So I let him go. he used to watch you-tube video before sleeping. Facebook has option to choose what to do after your death, who can access your account, I chose Virat as that person who can access my account after me, there was a option to write down something with that permission and so I wrote one big letter to him saying, I wanted to see him while dying, I wanted to say thank you to so many people, I wrote down everyone's name- my family, my friends, i wrote everything, it was literally a very long letter, It was too kiddish too.

I was in love, I used to create and graphics for impressing him, but he never praised anything, I was not a graphic designer, I'm a coder but I did that for him and he never commented anything on it. But still I tried to do whatever I could do,

There one time came when I started using Grindr again, and one guy started hitting on me, I used to tell Virat everything, so he could be jealous, but was such a rude, he was always okaywith everything.

I start having weak feelings for him

But when it come to choose between those two, I chose Virat, and same thing happened many times and I always preferred him over everyone, because It was not totally his fault, and fighting, getting mad, getting sad, crying all these are just part of love.

He was always special for me but in between a period came when I became more closer to my bestie- Parv, he was my crush but we were strangers in starting, but with time we had come so closer that he become my best friend and then my roommate we used to study together, he was so protective and caring for me, I start feeling for him, I used to tell everything to Virat and while chatting I never felt that he is jealous but later one day when we were on call he used the word "Tumhara Parv", I could feel that little jealousy, I was so happy. but still I was feeling something for Parv. I was so confused because I was feeling something special about two persons parallely.

And soon a day came when lots of things happened, my friends knew about me that I'm gay, they even knew that Parv is my crush, they started teasing me and Parv, everything was so nice, but one day my roommates other than Parv changed the hostel for the sake of study, I was crying like a baby, and in that sadness I speak out everything to Parv even about having crush on him and he said don't tell other friends that he knew it, and in just 2 days my other friends came back, (when todsy I think about it, it looks so dramatic,) now my all friends knew everything, it was so fun, I was so happy, everywhere were just happiness,

But Virat was less involved in it, my friends never liked Virat, they did so many mischievous things for our breakup, but every-time we understood each other, once my friend Hardik hacked my mobile he used to read everything, all my lovey dovey conversations with Virat, then we decided to talk little bit for some time and in those days my friends tried to bring Parv and me closer, Parv become my so special friend but still he was straight, we used to go on long drives and every dream that I have imaged with Virat, was coming to true but with Parv, and in those days Virat started becoming more like my friend than my love and one day I dared my friend Hardik to do whatever he could, and he sent the message to my brother the one which I wrote for my brother to tell him everything about me. I was so afraid what will happen now, but after an emotional conversation with my brother on call, everything got fine, he accepted me, it was a great party time, I was very happy, my friends were more happier than me, but Virat was worried about me, he was worried that problems may come with this, but my friends and my Daa were with me so I had no worries.

One day I confessed my feelings (that Parv already knew) to Parv, he start behaving uncomfortable, I was so sorry for that, but he was afraid of me because I crossed my limits in the text. That day Virat made me a call and said don't worry, he is straight, he was too loving that day, he was treating me very nicely, I was so worried about me, his those lovely words let me move on over everything, and he finally made me smile.

Due to pandemic, we were said to go home, and the day came when I was leaving for home, -17 march 2020, our second meet- and I asked him to come to meet me, he was so angry because I have wasted so much of time that day, he had to go somewhere else, but for me he came, because I was going home, and I asked Parv to empty the room but Parv didn't, he didn't leave the room, It was feeling like, he did it on purpose (I hope it was not jealousy), But Virat himself didn't wanted to come to my room because he didn't want to face my friends those who didn't like him.

so we met in jungle- the MANIT jungle, we had private time there, it was on my demand, because I wanna try something, but to be honest, it was me who denied for something special ( I think you can understand what I mean), because I was afraid of pain (I think you got it, whst I'm saying) but still I had my first kiss, the most memorable moment, I can't forget those moments. then I left for home.

we used to chat, but things were going bad, I used to get angry, I used to block him again and again, It was so kiddish, I used to unblock and send him message and again block him, so he was not able to reply.

Everything was still nice, becsuse everything was our love, I were not serious about our fight, it was just fun. But suddenly one worst day of my life came- 26th April 2020 - It was the birthday of my di, for me my Di is the most special person, I prepared lots of things for Di, pani poori, cake and lot... I was texting him and updating him about everything whats going on here, but I realized no message is going.

I tried fb, insta, calling, everything but I have blocked from everywhere.

I had tried all different numbers that I had in my home, I used all whats-app but he blocked everything.

No reason- just I was blocked from his life, I cried a lot, for many days I tried many things, then one day he didn't blocked that number and said, he is not interested-- I asked for reason but he said, I'm not interested- might something that happened but he said nothing. I said I will always wait for him, I promised him few things, and I keep texting him, he never seen them, But I knew he might be reading in notification, I never loose hope, But one day that whats-app was blocked, I tried other and it was also blocked, I started using insta, I keep on changing account but he never accepted my message request but I was thing he might be still reading, but I was not sure he might have deleted my message request so I keep on changing insta account, everyday or in few days I used to have a new account, even today I have different accounts to text him, I never loose hope.

It's already 8 months, day night I tried to contact him, I tried to listen the reason, what happened that, that he had to block me from everywhere while before the day, we were totally normal. Then the day came I thought to move on and I started hitting on someone, and as Virat is my bestie too, I used to share everything with him through texts which he never seen, and I’m sure he might be reading everything, he was aware that I'm hitting on other guy,(I was wishing him to come back, I was widhing him to feel jeslous, but nothing happened), and again my bad luck, that guy I'm hitting on, said I'm like a brother to him, And so I thought it is what Bhagwan wants and My new year was spent with him- with Virat- ( that I thought I'll be spending with the guy I'm hitting on but happened something else, I was with the guy I was hitting on on 31st but my mind and heart were with Virat), I texted Virat a happy new at midnight 12, I knew he will definitely see this.

But he never replied.

And what a dramatic situation it was, one the same day, in new year party I had met a guy, I had crush on a him in first sight, but he was straight, I was texting everything to Virat, I was thinking, he might feel jealous, I never thought I will approach that guy, but lil bit flirting and things were going in favor, I used to say everything to Virat, but on 21st April 2021- I got a reply and he said “you are just wasting your time over me”, I replied his all messages with hard words but got softened and I said, “I love you”, but till the end of conversation, my all hope and my love had come to its weak point. I was broken. But I didn't let myself break, I diverted my mind and that new guy started taking Virat's position, I know it's not easy, But it's on me, I could control my mind to let it think anything.

But later on, I realized he is straight so whatever I’m thinking is impossible, and it’s again a heart break, but it was hurting not because of the later one but it was because of the former - Virat.

I never forgot him, My feelings for him got weaken but they are still in existence.

My heart still says "Virat, plz rok lo mujhe".

Today it's two and half years of our journey that basically started from whats-app, that pic of his that took my heart away. I think it is not dead, it might be dying, it might be too much injured, it could be in comma for some time, but it's not dead.

Because I believe, there is a part of story that is unheard, the story from Virat’s side. After all what happened that day, why did he suddenly blocked me from everywhere?

It might be just me, who is thinking there is a something that I don’t know, and may be it’s only me who thinks he loves me, and it is possible that he really got bored of me, so he took this way, but if he loved me, I don’t want to loose him, for that lil possibility, I’ll be keep waiting, I won’t loose the hope.

#gay gaylove love 2andhalfyear hope dyinglove

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Season 2 Shenanigans

AHEYYY sO I went on a giant Knight Rider binge the last few days, and I've FINALLY seen all of Season 2!! Big thank you to @trust-doesnt-oxidize who watched with me and stayed up absurdly late because I wanted to see Garthe before I went to bed AIDBWJFNEM

I just wanted to post a quick reaction to all of the episodes, spoiler warning activated!

Goliath Parts 1 & 2

I LOVE MY DOOFY VILLAIN SON. K.I.T.T. is HILARIOUS, I love his dynamic with Goliath, as is evident by my handle oops- I hate how Season 2 starts with my son almost dying tho, almost had a heart attack tyvm! This is back before I knew anything about the direction of the rest of the series so I was legitimately in shock lmbo- Moustache Michael is a gem tho I love him. I SURE HOPE HE STAYS A DUMB VILLAIN WHO'S JUST REALLY SILLY TO WATCH. SURE HOPE THEY DON'T TAKE HIM TOO SERIOUSLY.

Brother's Keeper - Blind Spot

I- forgot that these episodes existed until I looked at the episode list for this, soooo...

I should really not be lazy and look up an episode summary and try to remember what I thought of these but the problem is that I am in fact going to be lazy because this post is already taking so long

Return to Cadiz

This episode is so,,, frustrating. Not the plot or the format or anything like that, nono... I mean how they essentially introduced April. Like, okay, I know that she has been here since the beginning of Season 2, but she hadn’t really said much up until now. This was where we really got to know who she would be, and, uh... After this episode, I absolutely hated her. Despised even. She forces my son to go drive on the same ocean on the same beach where Karr DIED without any testing beforehand AND is chastising Michael in a flirtatious way. The heCK is this woman?! WHERE’S MY BONNIE???!!! I was so mad at her you guys I. But the thing is, I don’t hate April, not by a long shot. In some ways, the rest of Season 2 does a better job giving her a character than all of Season 1 did for Bonnie! I really enjoyed April and wish that both could have stayed. BUT THIS EPISODE makes her SO HATEABLE and I just ugh.

also I tried to watch this a long time before I got to and after seeing the intro and not knowing the title of K.I.T.T. vs. K.A.R.R. at that point in time, I thought Karr was gonna come back based on all the panoramic shots of the underwater and I am so sad that he didn’t so oops this episode gets my wrath a bit

K.I.T.T. the Cat

0/10 there are no cats. False advertising.

Seriously tho this episode was a pretty run of the mill episode. The best part of the episode was Kitt, because it always is, but seriously that guy with the hedges was amazing- I GOT THE GAG BY THE THIRD TIME IT HAPPENED BUT THE FIRST TIME HE GOT STUCK IN THE TREE OH MY GOSH I WAS DY I N G- Also the fact that Kitt messed him up again trying to apologize is so sad yet funny ahosihdfiohasdf

Custom K.I.T.T.

APRIL GET THAT STUPID DECAL OFF HIM OH MY G O S H-

Somehow her 2-d design ideas looked almost worse than the actual thing and I thought the actual thing looked like a that default sticker decal that you get on a Hotwheels car. I’msorryI’mnottryingtoroastanyartistsIjust I why there’s so much potential with giving Kitt decals :(

Seriously I want to use my drawing software to draw fire on Kitt at some point because it could be done so cool and that ain’t it chief. I’m probably not going to be too great at it either since I don’t do backgrounds nearly enough and fire would be a background element for the most part but I could at least alter the colors ; m ; OR LIGHTNING OH MY GOSH AAA LIGHTNING WOULD BE SO COO L ON HIM- anyway it needed so much more red- and it was so asymmetrical too aHHHH-

I. I’m fine it’s fine I’m fine it’s fi-

I don’t even know why Kitt needed a decal anyway, the other cars didn’t have to have decals to be considered custom, surely his dash alone could have done it-

ANYWAY

This ep was so WEIRD at times oh my gosh. What was that series of insults the two ladies spat at each other? Like the one just complimented her eyeshadow aggressively and the other one accused her of wearing “training bras” or something like whAT EXCU S E ME What is this episode?! Kitt was so upset about the decal too :[

Soul Survivor

OH MY GOSH IT’S CUTE IT’S SO CUTE YOU GUYS-

I was recalling @knight-rider-fan-2000‘s theory about this episode (plz go check them out btw aaaa), and after watching it I totally agree. Michael was especially kind in this episode, and he seems to be overall a more supportive mentor for Kitt this season, starting with Soul Survivor and being pretty consistent throughout. I love their new dynamic so much- There’s definitely still episodes and moments where he’s closer to Season 1 Michael, but Season 2 Michael is a far superior human being in my opinion.

KITT’S SO ADORABLE LIL TINY CPU OH MY G O S H YOU’RE TELLING ME OUR SON IS ACTUALLY T H A T SMALL AAAAA

Michael really is so sweet in this oh my gosh, that whole arc where Kitt is his partner no matter what and that the car isn’t what made Kitt-- AW!!!! ADORABLE! Kitt being so unsure that he repeatedly asks Michael how it feels to see the Knight 2000 without him in it or fusses about his limited functionality as Michael patiently reassures him again and again that he’s wanted just the way he is, I just- Feelings.

One thing that hit me as funny though is when Michael finds Kitt’s CPU in the garage and the trash can is just like PULSATING and then he like yells at it like “tAlK tO mE kItT” and Kitt’s jus sitting there as a box of colored lights like “...”

I can just imagine a cut scene where Kitt’s like, “Oh and by the way Michael, if I could have said something I would have done so LONG before you started asking me to. Believe it or not, I don’t like being in a trash can.”

“You Dingaling.”

Also Michael and his whole “I’m an honest man you can trust me listen I’ll give you a small TV just like this one” and then he proceeded to not do that. Hmm.

Anyway, yeah, it doesn’t get any cuter than this. The only thing that would have been better is if Adrianne didn’t exist. Good thing she’s gone now~!

Ring of Fire

THIS IS SO TRIPPY THIS EPISODE IS SO TRIPPY

I would say that I hate Michael trying to get Kitt to subject himself to testing if he can withstand insane levels of heat. I would say that if April did not then walk in and karma the crap out of him. Gosh I loved it. How he immediately was like whAT NOOO YOU WOULDN’T MAKE SOMEONE DO THAT and Kitt’s just like :/

dang hypocrite, Michael my feelings towards you are so complicated sometimes

anyway

So. Many. Dogs. I usually love seeing Kitt interact with dogs but this started to get unsettling, I can’t blame him for not loving 6 different dogs all swarming him at once whAT- Have they nothing better to do than to jump on my son. What the heck language were those banjo players singing in? Was it a language or was it just gibberish keyboard spam that accidentally made it to the final script AOSHDIAOHSD

This whole swamp setting is really unique to this episode, and part of me really does commend the chance they took by switching up settings. It’s almost always a small town on desert roads. The way this all happened though was??? What?

I think the scriptwriters forgot that Return to Cadiz exists because Kitt got so much water damage AHSIDHAOISDH- I know April said the system was damaged but surely it would have minimized this a little bit. Also did literally anything change by the end of this episode? We didn’t see the guy get arrested, did we? And the girl decided to stay living out in the swamp forest thing. The only thing is that she, like, conquered her fear or something? Even though she still isn’t acting in that direction?

This episode didn’t actually d o anything did it LOL

alsowhatevenwasthatexplosion

It’s not a bad episode though, just really bizarre.

Knightmares

YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID ABOUT IT NOT GETTING ANY CUTER?

I WAS WRONG.

THIS EPISODE this episode THIS EPISODE. TOP TWO MATERIAL? MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK. TDR will always be my fav until the end of time I’m pretty sure because I don’t think another episode will get me to ugly sob like that (aLTHOUGH I AM MEGA HYPE HERE BECAUSE I WATCHED KvK AND IT WAS GOOD ALSO BUT WE’LL GET TO TH A T LATER) but in terms of sheer adorable buddies happiness this is the winner by all accounts. I really like how they portray Michael Long, and I genuinely think the arc here has an impact on the rest of the season in terms of how Michael treats Kitt.

I love how Michael had told Kitt a long time ago how they were partners, like how he used to have a partner when he was a police officer, and how now when Long is so confused about everything everyone is trying to tell him, Kitt chooses this specific word to help introduce himself, and everything feels a bit more grounded for Long. I love how Long immediately revolts against the way Devon and April try to tell him he’s wrong about who he is currently, which is, despite good intentions, the opposite of what he needs. I love how Kitt then swoops in behind him and decides to treat Michael Long like a WHOLE NEW PERSON, one who Kitt tries to get to know. I love how Long recognizes just how hard Kitt is trying and genuinely opens up to him. I love how he never reverts to being mean or rude to Kitt after he gets in the car the second time, NOT EVEN ONE sarcastic comment. How he never calls him a computer again after Kitt asks him not to, how he compliments his new partner left and right, how despite having no clue who Knight is he really wants to be that person for Kitt, because Kitt seems sincere and pretty great. I adore that bit where Kitt gently, lovingly lists traits good and bad about Knight and how Long can finally connect to this other version of himself.

“One more thing about Michael Knight.”

“What’s that?”

“I was extremely fond of him”

I love how Long starts saying “Good work, Kitt” after they complete parts of their mission and how Knight does not stop this for the rest of the season, even after he regains his memory. I love so much about this and could frankly talk about it even more than this but this is a brief summary so. So yeah, we’re moving on ;W;

Silent Knight

It’s funny so. I didn’t realize that Knight Rider had done any Christmas specials. I knew about the Halloween specials, but I didn’t realize the Christmas special existed. And so I was laughing at how funnee I was while I was like “SILENT KNIGHT HOLY KNIGHT ALL IS COME-” and then that’s exactly what the pun was meant to be. they done bamboozled me.

ANYWAY THIS MIGHT BE THE STRANGEST CHRISTMAS SPECIAL TO EVER EXIST EVER.

They kept mentioning the Christmas banquet thing to make it mildly related to the season but then it wasn’t, it really wasn’t, it all revolved around clowns. There was. There was a Santa I guess. Albeit a bank robber Santa--

And the kid is juuust obnoxious at first, I love how Kitt absolutely hates him immediately for some reason even though Kitt usually doesn’t hate people unless they do something really bad, but it feels so deserved because the kid is a jeeerk. Maybe it’s because the kid accused him of endangering human life and that Hurt?

Kid: Just let me drive and I’ll throw away this dumb clock thing

Michael: No

Kitt: YES

Michael: W H A T ?!

Kitt: YES

Michael: ugh whatever

I was kind of expecting Kitt to pull some sort of shenanigans while the kid was driving as payback for whatever he absolutely despised him for, but Kitt was actually just really sweet and gave him a bit of freedom until he started endangering himself and then helped him get back into control. Very wholesome.

AND the end was CUTE though, like the boy who had previously been a jerk going over and patting Kitt and being just sincerely nice to him ;w; wholesome

A Knight in Shining Armor

Gosh I always forget what this episode is about because the title is so loosely related LOL

The dynamic with Michael and the girl of the week was actually really cute and chemistry was not entirely nonexistant, so that’s a nice change from some of these that come out of nowhere. Her arc was actually pretty sweet, how she resented technology because she wanted to be loved and cared about, how she thought computers were incapable of doing that until she talked to Kitt...

And the cave was prebby.

But why couldn’t she understand that her DAD was in PRISON.

“Why didn’t he ever come to see me?” “Because he was in Jail.” “oh. But why didn’t he call???”

Diamonds Aren't a Girl's Best Friend

SOMEONE

AHAHA

SOMEONE CALLED MICHAEL

AHAHA

BERNIE CALLED HIM A DINGALING. Speaking of Bernie, all I could think this whole episode was

White-Line Warriors

LONG-LEGGED PUNK-

Seriously idk what this season’s love affair with the baddies picking on Michael but I love it.

Honestly the twist of this episode was really interesting, I still don’t fully get how the baddies’ plan comes together though. So the song plays on the radio and the police go to investigate the drag racers and the crims are IMMEDIATELY ready? okay then.

Radio announcer Kitt tho. That is blessed.

I want Radio Announcer Kitt. Then again, I just want more Kitt in general so.

Race for Life

INHALE

Y’ALL ARE REAAALLY TRYING TO MAKE ME DETHRONE KNIGHTMARES AS THE CUTEST, AREN’T YOU?

Well ha, joke’s on you episode, you’re getting docked points for only giving Kitt and Becky two interactions. And for making the donor obnoxious for most of the episode (although that end scene was pretty adorable). So, okay, second cutest.

THE WAY KITT WAVED I-

HE IS SO CUTE

he is so cute.

Devon was really sweet this episode, not gonna lie. I’m not sure if I’ve said it on this blog before, but I had strong dislike for Devon after Season 1. I can explain that later if anyone wants, I’d be perfectly willing to compare the two seasons, but Season 2 Devon is pretty alright. He doesn’t have much of a presence, but when he does, he’s kind. I’m assuming he let Becky win at checkers, in which case uh, aW?! Devon that’s cute.

KITT TRYING TO TEACH THE TEN YEAR OLD CHESS AHSIODHOAISD I LOVE YOU BUDDY

Also, I feel like this is the episode April really became her own character, separate from Cadiz. She’d kind of just been a slightly perkier Bonnie, but now we get to see her family, her concerns... And April’s a pretty good character.

OH AND THE WHOLE “Kitt is family” ARC IS THE SWEETEST THING ASHDHAOSDohIAD

“Julio, meet Kitt. He’s part of the family”

“Thank you, Michael.”

MY. HEART.

Speed Demons

Okay so. This is another one of those episodes where very little seemed to change by the end of the episode. The guy who was actually in danger quit motorcycling anyway soooo... The episode plot itself isn’t what I feel like talking about.

What was WITH that one announcer guy? Were we meant to like him or not??? First he tries to Kick the Kitt and Kitt’s like :/ whatever

and then he comes back and they start to have like, a deep conversation, and he lovingly pats the hood before walking away. And we’re like AWWW OKAY THIS GUY IS NOT TO BAD

AND THEN he asks Kitt to talk for someone and Kitt’s like “...” and the guy riots. Why did Kitt not talk for him and why did the guy go so absolutely bonkers when he didn’t? Were the cameras rolling and I just didn’t realize? And then we kind of hate the guy again because he once again absolutely went ballistic at Kitt. “That’s Showbiz.”

But then the dynamic with that coworker keeps coming up, and yeah, I guess she does seem a bit annoying. But she also seems like a potential lady of the week and a potential protagonist. So when she gets splashed with mud or whatever that was and the guys all like :D

What are we meant to be feeling?

Are we meant to feel bad for her or happy for him?

Because I just felt confused.

Goliath Returns 1 & 2

GOSH DARNIT ADRIANNE IS BACK

ALSO I-I-I I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT YOU BEING A DOOFY AND STUPID VILLAIN JUST P L E A S E STOP ; M ;

SERIOUSLY WHEN DID GARTHE TURN FULL PSYCHOPATH-

THE FEELING I GOT REMINDED ME OF WATCHING THE SHERLOCK FINALE. S H E R L O C K F I N A L E.

Sigh, I should have known he’d gone off the deep end when he walked into a hot tub with jeans on.

I will forever be mad at some versions coughincludingtheoneIwaswatchingoncough for cutting out the fact that Kitt’s microchip was almost ENTIRELY WIPED/OVERWRITTEN AND PUT INTO GOLIATH. Because uh, the way the show cut it up for TV, it seems like Kitt’s really in no danger other than being annoyed. But no, literally everyone almost dies. Fun times!

Seriously why did this convoluted garbage get a two-parter but Kitt vs. Karr didn’t?

This episode makes me sad. Not just because Garthe tried, and almost succeeded, to take away everything we love in this show. Not just because this episode strayed far enough from the typical formula for this to seem like some dystopian nightmare version of Knight Rider. Not just because freaking Adrianne is back.

I mean because I loved Garthe’s character, and this totally changed it. I like that they went into Garthe’s trauma a bit more with this one, but unlike some villains in the Knight Rider canon (okay let’s not play games, UNLIKE KARR-), what he does is so dastardly, SO insaNE, that there is no way to argue that he might be justified. No. No. Garthe, Adrianne, and Goliath are gone now, and that’s how it had to be.

OH ALSO GO O F F APRIL YES QUEEN I LOVE YOU- I honestly felt so bad for her when she turned around and broke down right after standing up to him, like dang, that hurts. And Devon was sweet in this episode too ;w;

Okay but were they planning on making another episode of this? Because that end scene was such an obvious teaser it’s not even funny.

“I hope we don’t run into those very much drowned people out in the streets again, Michael. And I especially hope that they do not construct another semitrailer with the exact same scale and name as the previous one that was driven into the ocean.”

“Yes, I agree Kitt, this is also an anxiety that I possess despite the fact that they are very much definitely Deceased. I sure hope that plot convenience does not interfere in the future.”

THANK GOODNESS THAT ADRIANNE IS GONE

wait what? her actress is in another episode as another character who’s just as awful? wHYYYYYY

A Good Knight's Work

THAT BEAR NEEDS TO DIE. I am so glad Michael ejected the dumb thing at the end, Kitt deserved it. Especially after Michael essentially told him to temporarily kill himself. Michael's a cyberbully now ig. The arc with Kitt and the car salesman was cute. Apparently deactivation is considered programming now? Michael my mans you could have given Kitt any warning at all (I kind of take this back after one of the Season 3 episodes I’ve watched uHHHH this was a lot of warning compared to how Michael rolls in S3 what the heck is wrong with him). Cute episode overall tho I guess. ALSO I JUST NOW REALIZED "A GOOD KNIGHT'S WORK" IS A PUN BECAUSE KITT IS WILTON KNIGHT'S WORK AND I'M MAD AT MYSELF FOR NOT NOTICING IT SOONER-

Mouth of the Snake and that other garbage one that's title makes no sense

David might as well be a plank of wood. A plank of wood that yeets himself ten feet into the air whenever possible, but I digress. Does this count as superpowers? I just love how he offended Kitt 0.1 seconds after meeting him and then Michael proceeded to tell Kitt off for reacting. Love that soooo much. It's also hilarious to me how most of this episode has a similar structure to most Knight Rider episodes and then they randomly start reacreating the Most Dangerous Game--

Let it Be Me

Why isn't this the season finale?! I mean, I'm glad it's not, but why? This is way worse than White Bird like why- I feel like the Stevie episodes are kind of a controversy in this fandom? I loved the first one. This one's just, blegh it's okay. She and Michael still have pretty great chemistry WHEN THEY ARE SPEAKING IN REGULAR SPEECH. I do not like Stevie singing the same song with Michael 100 times. The duet at the end is kind of cute though, sue me I like corny things.

Stevie: I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have been with this one guy but ;m;

Michael: has been with approximately 100 women by now

Also Michael: How could you ;m;

Big Iron

This episode is kinda wild. Why does the guy manage to have a full out breakup with Lucy in less than one minute? Why is Michael a marriage counselor now? Why couldn't Kitt take the oxygen out of the cabin when Michael was definitely going to die if he didn't? Since when does Turbo Boost use a ton of oxygen anyway? Why does this man just immediately make up with his wife after finding out that she helped him? And most of all, WHY DIDN'T THAT BARTENDER LADY ACT THE LEAST BIT CONCERNED WHEN THEY ABSOLUTELY TORE UP THE PLACE??? Lmbo she's just like "Stop it guys :/"

It’s so bizarre that this is the season finale ahsdoifhasodf but go off I guess NBC

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