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warmau · 4 years

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there is a sound that seltzer water makes when you drop something into it, like a slice of fresh fruit, like a little pop of fireworks

you remember liking the sound ever since you were young, much has changed since then, but you still like it now

you put the last bottle in the basket of your bike and check your phone, the farmers market opens in half an hour

your stand is much smaller than the rest, a lot of the people are driving down into town from large farms in the countryside. some local restaurants are setting up summertime stalls.

your little abode is all but a wooden table you brought last night from your balcony, covered in a checkered cloth and a handwritten sign

cold sparkling cherry ades & lemonade - home made

though meager, you are content - setting out the cooler you expertly tied to the side of your handlebars with the drinks you’ve prepared

the summer sun beats down on your shoulders, but you don’t mind

the people watching is a fun activity for an otherwise boring summer

the first couple of days, you’re not surprised by the scarce amount of customers

every other stand has more options and more people - but you still manage to sell some bottles, and with each one, you get a satisfied smile from the customer

one afternoon, you’re halfway through a book you’ve brought along when someone’s shadow casts over you

you close it and look up to see -

“dong sicheng?”

“ah, i thought it was you.”

he’s taller than you remember, and broader.

the hair longer at the back of his neck.

“are you back for the summer, i heard you spent last semester abroad?”

he nods, fingers reaching for one of the bottles of cherry ade

“can i buy one?”

you smile, “it’s on the house. tell me if you like it.”

he takes his time opening it, taking a long drink

you notice how his hand is large, big enough to wrap around the entire bottle’s width

he finally turns back to you and smiles, soft, “i do like it.”

you lean forward a little - “it’s my grandmothers recipe.”

“isn’t it just sparkling water and fruit?”

he tilts his head and you shake your head, “there’s a secret ingredient.”

his brown eyes reflect into an almost homey yellow when the sunrays beat down directly onto them

“what is it?”

you shrug, “secret- remember?”

he waves and you realize only a couple of minutes after he has gone

that he left money on the table

you bike back in the summer night breeze, suddenly remembering the last time you saw him - dong sicheng.

it was almost two years ago, since then he’s spent his time out of the country.

you had passed his group of friends in the park, but he wasn’t ever there

he’s grown, he got more handsome.

you wobble on your bike a little at the intrusive thought. you shake it out, instead focusing on the preparation for tomorrows market.

about a week passes, and maybe word has gotten out about your cherry ade, because you get a little more business

and sicheng keeps showing up

you keep giving him the drink for free - but somehow money always ends up on the table or in the tip jar

you think you should confront him, but that might be rude.

so you just put it in a separate little box, planning that one day you’ll see him and give it all back.

it’s a friday when you look up from your book and see several shadows overcasting yours

you recognize them; kun, hendery, xiaojun, yukhei, ten, and yangyang

hendery pulls a bottle of lemonade from your cooler and grins

“so this is the stuff sicheng keeps drinking?”

kun snatches it and settles it back between the ice

“no, it’s the cherry ade.”

he turns to you with a slight grin, “but i don’t think it’s just the cherry ade he’s been coming back for.”

you have no idea what he’s talking about - and you put a hand on your hip

“do you guys want to buy something or-”

“sorry, seven cherry ades please.”

you count them - “but there’s only six of you.”

“we’re getting one for sicheng.”

your heart sinks a bit when you assume that means sicheng won’t come himself

but place the seven bottles into a brown paper bag

kun thanks you, hands you the money, but you refuse it

“i keep telling sicheng they’re on the house, but he keeps giving me money. ill just assume he paid for those seven in .... theory.”

kun smiles because he understands what you mean

hendery just looks at xiaojun for some help, but gets a halfhearted mumble in return

as the market closes for the day, the moon is peeking up in the sky

but it isn’t dark just yet

you pack what's leftover into your bikes basket before walking out to the sidewalk

parked on the edge is a car you’re not familiar with, between all the vans from the different farms

the car door opens and sicheng’s tall figure folds himself out of the drivers seat

“do you bike home alone?”

“it’s only three miles, it really isn’t anything to be worried about.”

he tilts his head toward the trunk

“i think your bike will fit - and you can hold the basket up front.”

you are a little dizzy suddenly when you’re seated beside him and sicheng is pulling out from his parking spot

it has been silent since those words and you want to say something to avoid this kind of dense atmosphere so you open your mouth - but nothing comes out

why am i nervous?

“i heard my friends visited you today, im sorry if they bothered you. some of them are -” he shakes his head a bit “a handful.”

“i assume you mean hendery?”

“that one and yangyang, sometimes ten and xiaojun get looped into it too. yukhei is too nice to say no.”

“kun?”

he slows the car a little at a red light

“he’s too smart to go along with the idiocy.”

“he said something to me today.”

sicheng swallows, you catch his reflection in the car mirror

“he said you don’t only show up for the cherry ade....to the farmers market i mean, do you -”

you sit up straighter and your grip on the basket of leftover drinks tightens

“do you have another stall you like-”

“it’s you.”

the car starts moving again

“me?”

he seems to come out of his tight skin for a second, rolling his shoulders back but never letting go of the wheel

he keeps his eyes on the road till you get to your house, you have no idea how he remembers where you live, but you ask again before you get out

“me?”

finally sicheng turns to you and in the close proximity you see how the two years of age has made him more defined

“there were things about this place the i missed when i left, but i -”

he lets go of the wheel

“but i was surprised when i missed you.”

the night sky has come out fully now, which is weird - not much time seems to has past

“oh, i -” it had never occurred to you if you missed him too. maybe part of you did, subconsciously, because when you saw him again at the market you had felt more whole than before.

“don’t worry about feeling the same-” he sighs, voice smaller than before but still deep “i just wanted to let you know because my friends will probably open their big mouth-”

“can you kiss me?”

sicheng obliges, with only a second of hesitance, and it is slightly awkward because it’s over the middle partition and all and you’re holding the basket of unsold drinks

but it’s nice and it tastes like summer

and when he pulls back you say thank you out of sheer disorientation and happiness

only in the morning do you realize, i left the bike in his trunk!

you are ok with walking the two miles and you ready yourself for it but when you leave your house parked out front is sicheng

your bike is out of the trunk but when you put a hand on it he offers instead to drive you to the market

that way you can carry more drinks and he’ll drive you home after it closes too.

“you don’t have to do all that.”

“i want to.”

sicheng gets into the routine of doing it for you everyday, you insist numerous times that the bike is fine, but he never seems to fully listen

the only repayment he ever asks for are cold glasses of the cherry ade

and sometimes one more of those short, sweet in-car kisses

one morning as you’re walking out to meet him again he asks, gently, if you can skip this one day at the market

“why?”

“i thought we could go do something together.”

you agree, he could have just said date - you think with a little laugh to yourself, and are surprised when sicheng drives you out and down to the lake

there’s a sectioned off area for an outdoors cafe and when you both order the same cherry flavored drink, you note it as a coincidence

when it arrives, sicheng takes the first drink

“your homemade one is better.”

“i think you’re a little biased there.”

you feel him outstretch his long legs under the table, his ankles on either side of yours

the lean a little onto you, not too much, just enough minimal contact

“will you ever tell me the secret ingredient for it?”

he asks and you put your hands down on the table so they’re also just in reach of his own

he seems to get the signal and puts his hands down too, pinkies brushing pinkies

“if i decide you deserve to know.”

he sits up, “what’s the criteria for being worthy?”

you look away - out onto the lake

“telling you would be cheating.”

“well, i have all summer to figure it out then.”

the rest of the date, as you are sure that’s what it is, goes so comfortably that it almost is like sicheng had never been gone for those two years

it’s as if you’ve seen him everyday and he’s held your hand everyday and he’s admired you when he thought you couldn’t notice.......everyday

when it finally is time to walk back to the car for the drive home

he stops and says with an almost delicacy about it, that you two should have a first - real - kiss

he keeps his hands to himself when he says this and you can tell he’s trying to be careful with you

you don’t like that, and so you take his larger wrists and drag him toward you until you place them where you want them - on your hips

you look up at him and his pupils seem just a bit blown out

“you said a real kiss right?”

you lean in first, which catches sicheng by surprise, he makes another sound of it when you tug his lower lip between your teeth

his fingers curl a little into the fabric of your shorts and you mutter before you break apart that you are not a glass bottle of cherry ade, he doesn’t have to handle with too much care

from then on it is a flurry, the rest of the summer still has you working the farmers market but you spend too many ‘breaks’ in between kissing with sicheng pressing your back up against a hidden wall or a tree

when some of the farmers or other stall owners catch you, they rush away and giggle when you pass by during closing

one of the local florist stalls corners sicheng before he makes his way over to you and insists he give you this bouquet

you set it up beside your cooler and sicheng takes a long drink before he joins you behind the table

he watches you play with his fingers while you wait for customers and although he tries to poise himself

in five minutes time he asks if you can take another break

with his lips on yours you get that aftertaste of cherries - and you love it

on the night you have you first complete sell out, all bottles gone, you say you and sicheng should celebrate

he assumes you mean go out to dinner or something but you tell him to drive you home now

and when he parks you take his hand in yours and lead him inside

the middle of the summer is the hottest and the stickiest and you leave the window open regardless of what the neighbors might hear because of it

sicheng, though you warned him to not be all too careful, is so considerate the whole time you are the one who has to pull your own shirt off first and everything else with it

in front of wide, flustered, and slowly darkening gaze of him

when you wake him up the next morning, he’s groggy and gives you a little sound of protest - you sit in your bed eating cherries and then tell sicheng you can tie the knot with your tongue

he watches you do it and before you can finish, he pulls you back down ontop of him

the summer’s sweetness of sicheng and your cherry ade continues until you start to realize the nights are getting longer and cooler

and the questions dawns on you

is sicheng here for good? or is he going to leave again, for another year, or two, or three?

you feel weird about asking him, because if he wants to go then you don’t want him to rethink it at the expensive of you

so you don’t - not until it’s the last day of the farmers market and you are standing beside him with his hand on your waist and you go

“are you ready to hear the secret ingredient?”

“oh - i finally deserve to know?”

he nuzzles a kiss against your ear

“i want you to know it before you.......if you leave, i want you to know it if you leave because i might not be able to tell you-”

his hand drops and you realize this is your fear coming to fruition

“im not leaving.”

you turn, so fast you almost knock the cooler over but sicheng catches it before the glass bottles can go tumbling to the ground

“you’re not?”

“no. i don’t have any reason too because there’s something here i want to stay for now.”

he props the cooler back up and catches you still looking at him, he smiles softly

“unless you want me to go?”

“no!” you throw your hands around his neck and pull him down into a kiss that he has to stop because you are still in public

“then i wont go, i didnt plan on it and im not going to change my mind. i promise.”

he adds and you nod, an assurance coating the the doubt and terror that had built a home within you

“oh- the secret ingredient is-”

you lean up to whisper in his ear and he stifles a chuckle and a unsatisfied, ‘really?’

you pretend to be offended, but nod - “yes. really.”

“well i feel honored to know.”

his hand settles back on your waist and you lean into his side,

“you should be. you’re the only other person on earth right now who does.”

you remember liking the sound ever since you were young, much has changed since then, but you still like it now - that sound that seltzer makes when you drop something into it

you think sicheng has grown to love it too

standing behind you in the kitchen as you cut fresh cherries in halves and he watches

hands on either side of you - wedding band gleaming

“your hands are all dirty-” he mumbles and you take the diced cherries and plop three at a time into the glass bottles

the rest you feed to him over your shoulder, one for him - one for you

“ill wash them after im done.”

he takes one of your hands and kiss them, you swat him away and tell him to go take the tray of glass bottles to the dining room

all your friends are there waiting patiently, all older, but all still together

hendery claps his hands and you hear it from the kitchen

he takes a bottle and goes, “isn’t this the real reason you married them sicheng - all the free cherry ade in the world.”

you hear a sound and kun grumbling the words, “don’t be dumb hendery.”

you laugh and turn the water on to wash your hands - you don’t hear it but xiaojun whispers to sicheng

“so - what’s the special ingredient, did they ever tell you?”

“i bet it’s love or something, right sicheng?”

ten snorts and sicheng looks through the room at you, standing in the home you’ve built together, smiling to yourself

“you could say it’s something like that.”

#ok 4 days isnt too late i hope anyway i love you sicheng #wayv aus #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #wayv #sicheng scenarios #sicheng imagines #sicheng au #winwin au #winwin scenarios #winwin imagines #nct imagines #nct au #nct scenarios #member: sicheng #sfw #winwin #sicheng

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ageoffeet · 3 years

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Reaching - Danny Wagner

This is a blurb based off of an au posted by an account that is no longer with us let's have a moment of silence 😔

warnings: none, just Danny being cute

taglist:@flowervanfleet @way-to-go-lad

The door lets out a ring as you open it and are met with the comforting smell of aging books. You're new to the city and you needed to find something familiar and old book stores always held that support for you.

"Let me know if I can help you with anything!" You turned to see a lanky man with flowing, curly brown hair behind the wooden counter. His eyes land back down to the book held in his hands and you take the opportunity to take in some more of his features. You start at his soft brown eyes, intently scanning the book and absorbing every word and move down to the sharp point of his nose and his lips set in a half smile at whatever he was thinking.

You shake yourself out of your daze and continue walking into the store until you're surrounded by shelves and shelves of books. He probably noticed you staring at him and just didn't want to embarrass you. You read too many romance novels for your own good but you don't regret taking that extra moment to observe the cute sales clerk. The book title was obscured from your vision by his slender hands held over it but you find yourself secretly hoping it's one you've already read so you can form a conversation with him.

First, you need to actually pick out a book to buy. You scan the various titles, letting your fingers slide over the spines gingerly. You hesitantly look to the top row of books out of your reach and spot the perfect one. The Kite Runner. It has been years since you last read it plus, you lost your copy in the move. You debate over buying a book you've already read but decide on it anyway. You have too many unread books sitting on your bookshelf at home anyway and this is the one calling to you right now.

Looking up and down the aisle and seeing no stools in sight, you sigh and get on your tippy toes, testing how far you can reach. Your fingers barely graze the cover. You won't give up this easily. You raise onto your tippy toes again and this time jump, trying to grab the book while you have some air. With a huff, you go back to the height that god intended you to have and hear a soft laugh.

"Do you need some help," you turn towards the low voice and see the boy from behind the counter. He did have you beat in height.

"Um yes please, I'm trying to reach for that one," you point up at your selected book awkwardly, trying not to chastise yourself for messing up your perfect plan of talking to him at the counter.

"Good choice." He grabs it with ease and delicately places it in your hands.

"You've read it?" You can't hold back your surprise. It's not that it's an uncommon book to have read, you just can't believe you have something in common with the stunningly attractive book store boy.

"Yeah it's easily one of my favorites. I actually have a limited edition copy if you want to...borrow it instead of buying this one?" He tucks his hands into his jean pockets and you feel heat rising to your cheeks.

"You would trust a stranger with your limited edition novel?" You can't help a smile forming on your face.

He shrugs and laughs to himself. "I mean, only if you promise to tell me about how it was once you're done over coffee or something."

You bite your lip and look to your side in search of something witty to say back.

"Deal. I'm y/n."

"Danny."

Some wave of confidence washes over you and you pull your phone out of your pocket and hand it to him, it already being on a new contact. He smiles bright enough to light the room and types in his information.

"I'll..text you later to pick up that limited edition copy."

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so here’s the thing, this is my first blurb im used to writing full sized fanfics and i know its not the greatest but lets have a prayer circle and hope i get better at it (also im honored to have my first blurb be danny bc he deserves all the love in the world)

#sam kiskza #sam gvf #sammy kiszka #strange horizons #daniel wagner #gvf #peaceful army #josh kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka

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victoria-daydreams · 4 years

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Something’s Gotta Give

Chapter Three: Tea for Two

AN: Honestly, I should be asleep as I post this chapter, but if I delay this any longer I think I might rip my hair out (not really). If there are any mistakes, I’m sorry, it’s 3am and I’m bleary eyed. Anyways, thank you to everyone who has supported this story! I really didn’t think anyone would enjoy it but myself.

Chapter Four: A Frightful Dinner

Summary: What should’ve been a fun and simple dinner between Livia and Booker takes a dark turn when she discovers a startling secret about him.

Having a cup of tea with each other became a weekly ritual for Booker and I.

And from tea, sometimes we swap over to coffee, where I discovered that Booker makes the best coffee known to man. He always made my cup of coffee sweet, rich, creamy, and added a dash of cinnamon to top it off. It's so perfect, I'll never look at coffee served in cafes the same anymore. Regardless of the beverage we were drinking, Booker and I always made sure to bring food for our little get-togethers. When its my turn to bring the food, I usually buy pastries like eclairs, macrons, pain au chocolat, etc. I couldn't help myself, I've got quite the sweet tooth which Booker commented on clearly amused once he noticed the trend. While Booker opted to bring sandwiches and quiches, which were a lot healthier than my choices.

At first, our little “tea parties”, as I liked to call them always took place in my apartment, but as the weeks passed and Booker grew more and more comfortable with me, he invited me to his apartment for the first time for a cup of coffee. To my surprise, when I entered Booker's apartment, it was not shrouded in darkness like I previously believed, the space was actually well lit.

Unless, he had the lights on and blinds opened for my benefit.

But you know what, I wasn't going to complain about it. The mere fact that Booker felt he could trust me by letting me into his personal space brought me indescribable joy. Each week over tea or coffee, a new subject was discussed. One week it's about books, the next about traveling, the following about daily life, and so on. Truly, it was a very gratifying experience to see how our relationship had blossomed. Not too long ago it felt like I had to pull teeth to get Booker to speak to me or I had to decipher his body language to determine if he was even comfortable speaking to me.

But now, conversations between us flowed naturally.

However, I have noticed that other things have changed between Booker and I. Well, at least for me it has. As of late, I would feel my heart start racing and beat like thunder whenever I would spend time with him. I would find myself studying Booker's features instead of listening to what was coming out his mouth. My eyes would move from down his nose, across his cheeks, around his jaw line, and at his lips. Heat would always flush my face and down to my neck when Booker called my name to snap me out of my daydream.

I couldn't help it, from the jump I said the man was handsome, but I didn't think I would catch feelings for him.

It certainly didn't help that our hands would innocently brush against each other when doing simple tasks, for example, doing the dishes together. Or the way he would lightly place his hand on my mid-back to usher me into his apartment after we've came back from the market. I always felt like I was set aflame every time Booker and I made contact with each other. I began to wonder if Booker had caught onto my growing feelings for him, he hadn't said anything or treated me differently. But, at times I would feel Booker's gaze linger on me when he was supposed to be reading, like the time when I was detangling my hair or when I was drawing in my sketchpad.

There's also the fact that Booker brought me flowers one day when we were having tea. They were roses, yellow roses to be specific. He told me the roses reminded him of me because of their warmth. And don't get me wrong, I damn near gushed over the beautiful, sun-colored bouquet of roses because I hadn't received such a gift in god knows when, but I also had mixed feelings about the flowers. Yellow roses symbolize friendship and I was left wondering one single question.

Did Booker just politely friend zone me?

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"When I invited you over for dinner I was hoping you would actually help me make it," Booker quipped, looking over his shoulder.

I chuckled a little, "Hmm," I hummed, as popped the last bit of cracker that had fromage fort spread across it. "It seemed like you had everything under control," I replied, a smile on my face.

If someone had told me that by the end of this day I would be having dinner with Booker, I would tell them they were crazy, hell I might even laughed at them. Having a cup of tea with Booker is one thing, but to eat dinner together, it's different, more intimate. When Booker invited me over, I had just finished putting away groceries and was about to make dinner myself, but in stepped Booker. It was quite adorable when he asked to have dinner with him, in my opinion. He was clearly nervous, he stumbled over his words a few times. Whether it was because Booker is still a slightly reserved man, which meant doing this was uncharted territory for him or it was the possibility that he also had feelings for me was unclear.

I hoped for the latter.

"Do I now?" Booker asked, turning around and folding his arms across his chest.

My grin widened, "Undoubtedly," I said, with a laugh.

Feeling a bit of cheese on the corner of my mouth, I took my thumb and wiped it off before placing the speck of cheese onto my lips. Booker's eyes darted down to my lips and I had to force myself to keep a straight face as I felt a slight increase in my heart beat from Booker’s lingering gaze.

"Maybe it was just involuntary," I thought.

I picked up my wine glass, "But since you're begging me so much, I guess I have no choice but to help," I joked, standing up from the kitchen chair and taking a sip of the dry wine.

Booker faced the counter again, "Your kindness knows no bounds Livia," he deadpanned, resuming his work on slicing the mushrooms up.

I walked up to him and placed my hand on the back of shoulder, at first his body tensed before his muscles relaxed.

"What would you like me to do Chef Booker?" I questioned, my lips curving into a smile.

He rolled his eyes at the title, but still a smirk made its way onto his face, "Can you chop the broccoli please?" he asked, motioning to the vegetable to the side of him.

"Gladly," I replied, removing my hand from him and placing my glass down.

I moved over to the sink and turned the faucet on, pumping soap into my hands I placed them underneath the warm water, giving them a good scrub. Drying my hands on a towel placed on the sink, I took my place next to Booker and began chopping the stalk of broccoli.

"In the month and a half that I've known you, I've noticed a difference in you,” I stated, still cutting the broccoli up.

Booker glanced over at me, "Like what?" he asked curiously, dumping the mushrooms into a pan on the stove.

"Well for one, you don't look so haggard," I commented, placing my knife down and picking up the cutting board.

"Haggard?" Booker repeated, breathing out a laugh. "Wow, Livia," he chuckled, taking the board from my hands and tipping the broccoli into in the pan as well.

"Wait, let me finish!" I said, laughing myself now. "There's a glow to your skin. I can sense a newfound joy in you, an emotion that you believed would never return," I continued, and from the corner of my eyes I saw Booker still. "And your eyes," I breathed, shaking my head. "Your eyes always conveyed to me of a man who lives in silent misery. Your eyes would say what your mouth would not," I explained, my voice taking on a softer tone. "But now, I can see a small shine, a little glimmer twinkling in your eyes," I finished, turning my head slightly to look at Booker, who seemed to be stock still.

Silence swept over the small room, apart from the sounds of the vegetables in the pan sizzling and the wind outside softly rustling the colorful leaves on the trees. My heart began hammering in my chest, the elongated silence from Booker made me nervous. God, I hope I didn't say anything that offended him.

I cleared my throat and brushed the bangs of my hair away from eyes, "I don't know, maybe I've been reading too many of those poems you suggested," I guessed, chuckling while shaking my head.

A warm, rough hand covered the top of mine and my head snapped up to look at Booker.

"I guess, it's kind of hard to remain gloomy when you have a neighbor that is the personification of a ray of sunshine, annoyingly persistent as she may be," Booker teased, looking down at me with sincereness in his eyes and a small smile gracing his lips.

I playful bumped his arm with my own, "You love it though," I teased back, sticking my chin out.

"I do," he agreed softly, stroking his thumb back and forth across my hand.

The gesture sent shivers down my spine and goosebumps raised on my arms. Booker's exquisite blue eyes were locked with my rich brown orbs. The proximity between us was making it hard to breathe, all Booker had to do was lean his head down a little further and—let me not get ahead of myself.

"More wine?" I squeaked out, trying to regain my breath subtlety.

Booker smirked, almost as if he knew the effect he had on me, "I would love some," he answered, giving my hand a squeeze before removing it to work on the garlic bulbs.

I turned around, a grin on my face as I held my hand against my chest. I made my way back over to kitchen table, a slight spring in my step, to where a bottle of unopened wine was located. Grabbing the corkscrew, I jammed it into the top of the bottle and began twisting the knob a few times until the familiar and gratifying loud pop of a wine bottle being uncorked echoed throughout the room. It startled me, but at the same time a satisfied smile grew on my face until I heard Booker swear loudly behind me. Immediately, I placed the bottle down and turned around to see little red droplets dripping from Booker's fingers and onto the floor.

"Oh my god Booker!" I exclaimed, rushing to his side.

"It's nothing Livia!" he insisted, cradling his bloody hand as he moved towards the sink.

"Nothing?" I repeated, disbelief clear in my face. I moved in front of him and grabbed his wrist to show him the severity of his wound. "Booker, your palm is split wide open!" I pointed out, my tone turning frantic "We need to go to the hospital!" I stated, releasing his wrist and turning around to grab the towel from the sink.

"Livia-"

"Here!" I began, spinning back around to face Booker. "Use the towel to...." I instructed, but slowly trailed off as my eyes widened at what I was witnessing.

My breath began to quicken, becoming shallow as I watched the skin on Booker's palm draw itself back together. The towel fell limply from my hand and onto the floor with a soft thud. Slowly, I raised my hand and covered my mouth in horror as I watched tendon by tendon mend itself, and at that moment I felt my stomach lurch and a strong wave of nausea hit, forcing me to place a hand on my stomach in order to calm it down. The deep laceration on Booker's palm inexplicably became a mere scratch before the scratch itself simply disappeared.

As if Booker never injured himself in the first place.

"What the hell!" I whispered, my eyes still glued to Booker's his hand. The image of his palm knitting itself back together flashed in my mind, making me slightly gag. I lifted my eyes to Booker's who's face had gone ashen and was contorted with unease. "What the hell was that?" I asked, my voice once again not above a whisper, but the panic laced through the question couldn't be clearer.

"Livia, I can explain," Booker stated slowly, reaching his bloody hand out to me and taking a small step in my direction.

My eyes slightly widened again and I recoiled backwards, my back running into the cupboard. I tightly gripped the counter as I watched Booker's shoulders deflate like a balloon losing air, hurt was evident in his eyes at my reaction to him and a sad frown formed on his face. The silence was deafening in Booker's apartment, the only thing I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. I slid my body along the cupboard, reaching down to snatch my coat from the chair that was next to it.

"I-I need t-to go," I announced shakily, avoiding Booker's stare.

Hurriedly, I moved to the door and made haste of the lock on the door, nearly yanking the door of its hinges as I left.

"Livia, wait!" Booker called, and I thought I heard movement behind me. "Please!" He pleaded.

My hands fumbled around in my coat pocket for my keys, but finally managing to grab them. I nearly sprinted towards my door even though it was only a short distance away. My hands trembled as I inserted the key into my door and jerked the key hard, twisting the doorknob and pushing my door open. I entered my apartment straight away and as I went to shut the door I paused, glancing at the apartment door across from me. Out of nowhere, the sound of glass shattering across the hall made me jump back, causing the door to slam shut louder than I intended it to. I slid the deadbolt lock into place and did the same with the bottom lock, leaning my forehead against the door, closing my eyes.

I flipped around with my back against the door, slowly I slid down the door and covered my face with my hands.

"What the fuck did I just see unfold in Booker's apartment?"

Chapter Five: Avoidance

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myfeetkeepdancing · 4 years

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Words: 9091

Warnings: Smut and negative thoughts?

A/N: Sit yourself down for this one. This is loooooong! It’s completely different from what I usually write. Still had an absolute blast writing it.

Check out the request description below!

Requested by: @idwithoutthesuperego: Ok, but a fic where tom sells his body for money because he just needed the money and reasons. And male reader's friends buy a "night" with him without telling reader after a bad breakup. But they just click, and MR kinda falls in love n wants to do the "i'm gonna date you and get you out of that life". But tom is just like "i dont believe in people anymore and im destined to die in some alley being used". This is oddly especiffic, but is something i would just love to read about if u can, plz.

Oh, and if you consider being a good soul and wirtting a fic for my ask, PLEASE make a happy ending hahaha My heart wouldnt be able to handle that drama without the happiness

Tears dry up. Eventually. Suppressing the pain. Left with unanswered questions. For weeks they bothered your conscience. Hang around your neck like a millstone. A burden on your soul. Pondering. That’s what you’re left doing. Your day to day life slowing down to a grinding halt. Everything went on auto-pilot. While your mind pondered over every moment of what could have been. What if… And, if I…

Circling in your mind forever. Sleep didn't come easy. Nor did any desire for anything. Friend and family kept summing up the logical steps of coping. Stages of grief. "It'll pass." Those little sentences stuck with you. “It’ll take time.” Each and everyone kept repeating it. But what value did it have? What lessons could you take from those words? For you are left with an empty house. An empty couch. An empty chair. And an empty place beside you. Alone. Trapped within your own mind.

Pondering over every thought and every memory.

That feeling of nothingness. It’s strange at first. You manage to go on with your life. Sleep returns at night. And waking up wasn’t at painful as it was at first. You couldn’t put your finger on it. But it could be described as numbness. Everything went on autopilot. And feelings were shut off. Barricaded behind layers of overthinking and mind-boggling thoughts. No sense of desire anywhere. The impact of a broken relationship was far worse then you imagined.

Just comfortably numb.

"This will do you good." Your friend tries to convince you again. Pushing the flyer into your hand. “For a moment, try to think ab-...” The words reach your ear in waves. Disturbed by sounds coming from somewhere close by. Ringing in your ears. Folding open the flyer, you see some sort of menu. You squint again, slightly intoxicated by the last few beers. This wasn’t some ordinary menu, like a Chinese take-out restaurant. You feel your blood boiling. Heart racing in your chest cavity. You peel your eyes from the fat printed letters. “Men of your choosing."

“Give it a shot." Your friend nudges you against your shoulder. Seeing the fury in your eyes building, as you look up. "I choose this one for you." Pointing to a loosely attached picture. "He looks nice, doesn't he?"

“Why would you…?" You mumble, shaking your head in disgust. “Get out.” Tossing everything his way. “Just get out…” Pushing yourself up from the couch. Pacing back and forth across the room, before turning into the kitchen. Raking your fingers through your hair. Letting the cold water from the tap, run across your face. Why do people keep meddling in your business? It's exhausting. A sudden burst of rage and anger courses through you, but it ebbs away as quickly as it came. Leaving you feeling defeated and numb again. Falling back into the kitchen chair. Gaze fixated on the moonlight illuminating the scenery in front of you —mind blank.

Footsteps approach from behind you. You’ve heard the door open and close. You assumed your friend left. But an unknown voice calls to you. "Hey…"

"You can go." You respond instantly; without looking, waving him away. "Please." Releasing an unintended long sigh. Sinking deeper into the chair. Your gaze fixated on the endless void in front of you.

"I can't." The voice says calm and controlled. "I'm booked for the entire night."

"I don't care." Shrugging your shoulders. "Please just leave me be. Tip yourself on the way out, wallet is in my coat." You just sit there, sulking in your own misery.

It's quiet for a good moment. You guess he's probably still there. Standing a few feet behind you.

“You’re awfully calm for a situation like this.”

"Right…" You chuckle to yourself. “Thanks.”

"Your friend told me." Hearing his footsteps approach instead of fading away, sending you an uneasy feeling down your spine. "It's ok…" You hear him right behind you. “He means well.” Your body jolts up in the chair, as his hands rest upon your shoulders. His hands just rest. Nothing more. Yet you feel every touch of his finger, every point of contact upon your body. A weird sensation. Even more, as his thumbs begin pressing and rolling around the lower part of your neck. Rubbing your skin. Slowly massaging your sore muscles. A sudden involuntary grunt escapes you. "I know it's difficult."

"I… I don't know if… I…" You try to shake the thought of it out of your mind. It conflicted deeply within you. Yet, his touch. So simple, yet strangely satisfying. A different kind of emotion began to rise. Something that had been locked away, far and deep.

"Please…" He says with subtlety and kindness in his voice. And as he moves past you. The man came into view. Your eyes are somehow captivated by first sight. As he sinks down onto his knees. A thin smile cracked his wistful glance. "It's going to be okay."

He looked so young, yet worn in a way you couldn't put your finger on. A sorrowful face you had never seen. Long, brown curls gracefully tumbled down his head. The contours of his face were absolutely stunningly shaped. The thin lips and sharp jawline. A work of art. A little imperfection on his right brow. Small hairs rebelling against the flow. Yet his face drained with a gaunt stare. The eyes didn't fool you. Set deep into his face. Small and brown, caramel-like of color. They showed little signs of life left in them. Hollow. Like a flame died out long ago. A spark long lost. A view into the past what once used to be. It lost its touch. It’s humanity...

Yet, somehow you feel magically drawn to those sorrowful and silent features. Most fascinating, almost hypnotizing. The moment of eye contact was unexpected long. His touch sending you back reality.

With both his hand on your inner thigh, slowly rubbing his way upwards. The touch of his fingers sends shudders through your systems. They felt so warm. You close your eyes for a moment, shielding your crotch. A moment of insecurity. You couldn't do this. This feeling. Your body, its sending signals you haven't felt in ages. "I… I… don't think I'm ready for this, I'm sorry…"

“I get that.” He says, while with one hand lifting your chin. You feel his soft fingers on your cheek. The first touch of a man in months. Your heart flutters excitingly. And before you open your eyes to meet his. His lips tenderly grace yours. For a brief moment, they join each other. Soft as a cushion, and so warm. It happens quickly. But you want it to last forever. As he disconnects, his dark brown eyes stare at you with compassion. "Your body is, though." He smiles thinly, interlacing his fingers with yours. Gently rubbing down onto your growing bulge.

“W-Wh …” You stutter and try to protest. But your hands pull back slowly, bit by bit.

He seats himself back on the floor, spreading your legs apart. Positioning himself closer. With care, he begins to remove your belt. Halting at the first button of your pants. "Try to relax."

You hesitantly look on. As the zipper opens up. Latching both fingers on the band of your underwear, he slowly pulls in down. Removing your pants, revealing your member, semi-hard. Waiting for the action.

Leaning forward, he tilts his head and slowly begins working. One simple touch and you were gone. This soft, warm tongue, stroking gently along your length. In a matter of seconds, it's standing full mast. Wrapping his fingers along the base, he continues at a slow pace. Meanwhile, your heart was beating like crazy against your ribcage. You're breathing fastened and irregular.

“W-What’s your name?” You interrupt. His eyes connect with yours as he looks up through his laces. But doesn’t respond. “P-Please…” You whimper softly.

He stops, holding your length in one hand. “I’m Tom.” Wetting his lips as he watches you struggle. “You doing alright?”

You nod quickly, struggling to get your words out. Swallowing the lump in your throat. “T-T-T…om”

But before you manage to utter another word. He brings his tongue in contact with your tip. Keeping eye contact with you. With a few simple licks, slicking it wet with his saliva. The sensation of his tongue working his way round and round your tip was tantalizing. But the sudden, slide of your tip past his lips and down into his mouth was heavenly. Your body tenses up, hip bucking into his grasp. Moaning his name in response. With your hands clamped to the side of the chair, your fingers digging deep into the wood. Turning your knuckles white, the muscles in your arm cramping up as you can't hold up. You shudder from pure bliss. Only a few strokes up and down with his hands combined with his mouth made you groan deeper and deeper.

Your eyes widen as he suddenly stops. He rises to his feet, keeps his gaze at you, and with both hands lifting the hoodie over his head. And as the hoodie came off, your eyes hunger for every bit of exposed skin you could possibly find. Giving you a glimpse of a well-trained body. A sneak-peek of a six-pack. Broad shoulders, pecks shining through the shirt. Leaving a much revealing, loosely hanging shirt on his figure. But you feel somewhat caught the moment you get eye contact with him again. His expression was painful to watch. You could almost sense his disappointment. His misery. It's only then you realize the shame. The realization hits you that you view him as an object. As lust.

"It's ok." Seeing his eyes soften before you, followed by a small smile.

But it's only a split second before he's back at you again. You can't help but peak past his face down into his shirt. Past his collarbone, onto his muscular torso. God…

You snap back to reality, feeling his hand reach for yours. Pulling it from your side. "Hold my hair."

"W-What…?"

"Fuck my throat." Sliding his mouth over your member again. Slowly picking up pace. "Go on." He gurgles. Keeping eye contact the whole time.

“Why are you doing this, Tom?” You ask with a slight tone of disappointment. "You seem so out of place." Lifting his face from your member. "Terribly out of place."

"Please don't (Y/N)." The mention of your name makes you blush.

"No, Tom. This isn’t right." You point at his shirt. “Let me look at you.”

"Wha…-" He sighs, hanging his head down in shame. "No, please don't."

"Tom, I mean no wrong." You couldn’t help yourself. You could foreshadow what was beneath that shirt. Being in that sort of business took its toll. You caught a glimpse of it when he got rid of his hoodie.

His gaze was stuck to the floor for a moment. Contemplating on his actions. Before taking to his feet. Slow and defeated. Averting your gaze before turning around. With crossed arms, he takes the corners of his shirt. And pulls it over his head. Waiting for your reaction. You swallow the lump in your throat once again. Seeing the small spots of discolored skin on his back. The bruises. Some larger than the other. Some bright red, the others darkened. The words stock in your throat, feeling the tears well in your eyes. The thought of him suffering by the hands of others made you sick. The poor thing.

You rise to your feet, closing the distance between you and him. Gracing your fingers on the bruises. “Do they… hurt you?” Tracing your fingers down his side. Partly feeling the muscles under your fingers. But the fact that he didn’t answer your question made you more than worried.

“Promise me one thing, (Y/N)…” He stops your hand from trailing along the side of his figure. Resting his hand on yours. He’s glowing. Warm to the touch. You can’t help but close the distance. Placing your other hand on his hip.

With a thin smile, he turns around. Your eyes take in every inch, from his pecs to his abs. A breathtaking body stood in front of you. Strong and masculine. But not too big. "God…" You awe. "You're g-gorgeous-..." Your throat falls dry at the sight. You feel flutters deep down. “I… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Small bruises dotted down his side. Dark from color, pain from long ago. "Tom…" You mutter worryingly. All the time you awed at his body, he averted his eyes. Looking aside. You now understand why. As your eyes sink lower and lower. You spot the bulge in his pants. Impossible to hide. "Are you…" Not finishing your question because of the obvious. The red rushing to his cheeks.

He still nods in acknowledgment. "I…I… never had this happen before.”

“Do you…” A finger on your lips silences your words. Stepping very close to you, spotting his watery eyes up close.

"Yes! Yes, I do!" He confessed, with tears welling in the corner of his eyes. Shaking as he struggles to get his words out. "But promise me…that when…” His nostrils flaring. “-This will never work (Y/N)…" Smashing his lips into yours. You didn’t want to listen to his words. None of it. His arms reach around you, pulling you in. Wrapping your own around him, feeling every part of his skin. Pressed tight against him. Ripping the remaining clothes off your body. You just wanted to feel that perfect body. And so did he, roving his hands all over yours.

Every kiss has a raw intensity. There’s just too much skin and too few hands and tongues to worship it all. Both your bodies collide against each other completely naked. His firm and rigid cock pressing against your skin. It glides through your hand as wet as it can be. Tom jerking you off at the same time. Moans and grunts fill the room. Tom’s member too slippery to even get a hold of. The sight of it makes you weak in the knees. The chair behind you topples over from your vicious play. As you stumble out of the kitchen. Against the doorpost, over the couch. Towards the bedroom.

Together you fall onto the mattress. Rolling back and forth. An intense play of hands and lips. Dry humping against each other. You both can't get enough of each other. His lips kissing every inch of skin. Forcing his weight onto you, making you lay flat on your back. He arches back, and sensually starts grinding his pelvis onto yours. Rubbing your balls and cock together into a soaking wet mess. He must have done this hundreds of times. It looked so smooth and sensual. Moaning softly as he held both of your members together. With gentle hands, but a firm grasp nonetheless. Thrusting both cocks through his hand. His fingers teasing the ridges along the lengths. Spreading the pre-cum with the pad of his thumb. Looking at his face, he's so concentrated that you once again get caught staring at him.

Both moaning, the air is thick of pheromones, the smell seeping into your mind. Both wanting it badly. As he locks eyes again, he smoothly reaches round with one hand. He seemed really flexible, propped on his knees. Arching backward as he lifts his ass up, guiding your tip to his entrance. A slight resistance gave way, allowing you to slide far and deep into him. The moment you sheath yourself into him deeper and deeper, you watch on as he shudders. Contorting his face. Both hands cling to your chest. With both his hands resting on your torso, the fingers dig deep and hard into your skin. Feeling his shaking and shuddering throughout your body. He closes his eyes for a moment, moaning your name in pleasure. And sinks further forwards to your chest. Panting heavily. After regaining himself, he adjusts his hands on your shoulder. And locks lips with yours. "Y-You… f-feel amazing." Moaning into the kiss. The praise turning you on immensely. Growing impossibly large inside of him.

And so he slowly begins grinding his hips back and forth with your shaft deep inside him. Feeling yourself widen him further and further. Tom’s moans become long and raw. Sitting up straight again, he takes one hand and forces your cock deeper into him. Reaching further and deeper. While trying to clench his cheeks around you. Hitting different and deeper spots. The sudden increase in pressure and warmth were becoming too much. Not only for you. You see Tom's mouth fall open, gasping for air, his eyes shut tight from ecstasy. His other hand caresses the skin of his neck.

Your grunts become shorter and shallow. You’re a lost cause. Your mind is blank, completely lost at the sexual pleasure coursing through your body. Racing towards your climax. Both hands clinging to his hips, but your strength wasn’t helping much.

Tom could feel it coming. Your balls churn. A pent up force, craving to be released. And all it takes is a look into each other’s eyes for you to fill him up. And before you tip the point of no return. He picks up the pace. Making sure to milk every drop by clenching his cheeks harder on you. A loud gasp follows. Shuddering your body to the very core. Your hands dig deep into the side of his hips. The splashing inside is intense as you cum, spilling all over. And Tom just keeps riding. Until you just turn limb. Gasping out his name.

"Felt good?" He asks, breathing heavily, watching his chest heave up and down. A smile on his face. You again realize what a beautiful person he was. His body atop of yours, glistening with sweat. And a damn cute smile.

“Out of this world.” You pant, laying your head to rest on the cushion. “You’re incredible.”

"Good." Cupping your cheeks with both hands and kissing you. The smile on his face was larger than you'd ever seen. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." You notice a sudden sparkle flaring in his eyes. Something igniting deep within.

"How about you…?" Eyeing his erection. "You didn't blow your load." Wrapping your arms around his neck. Pulling him towards you for a slow and passionate kiss.

"Don't you worry, I did enjoy it very much." He smiled. "More then I should." Pushing strands of hair from your forehead. "I was close…" He confesses softly.

"Then why didn't you keep going?"

"Because that would hurt you…" He blushed.

"How?"

"You can't just keep going if you blow your load. At first, it's really sensitive, but then it becomes increasingly itchy, to a point it feels like it burns. Quite painful."

You're both lost in each other’s gaze. As he falls beside you, curling up to cuddle. Tom resting on your chest. Your fingers playing with the brown silky smooth curls of his. "What can I do to make you feel good?" You whisper to him.

"You already did." Pressing a soft kiss on your lips. You can't help but notice the way he smiled. It's wholesome. To the point of a complete cuteness.

"Tom, I want you to feel good too." Slowly tracing your fingers up and down his spine. "Because that smile suits you."

"But, I don't want to hurt you (Y/N)." He looks up with a growing expression of worry on his face.

"It won't, Tom." Cupping his cheek. "I want to feel you."

Through all the glistening sweat and wetness on your bodies. You feel his length grow against your thigh. Yourself following along. "Give it to me, baby…" You whisper close to his ear.

Tom helps himself on his knees. His member standing fully erect, ready for you. A jolt of excitement shoots through you at the sight. It's been forever since you've been pleasured since your break up. Something you actually look forward to now. So you roll onto your knees. "Wait…" You look back at Tom. "Turn over."

On your back again, eager and waiting, Tom takes you by the hips. Reeling you in. Positioning himself behind you. And turns you on your side. “This is most comfortable for you.” Kneading your ass cheeks with gentle hands. Captivated by your hole. “Alright?”

You can’t help but chuckle at his carefulness. How soft and tenderly he was approaching you. Putting a cushion under your hips. Rearranging the sheets. Therefore receiving a semi frowned questioning look from Tom.

“Sweety, I know what you’re going to do.” You give him a reassuring smile. “I’m ready.”

“Trust me, if you do it wrong, it’ll hurt like hell.” Giving you a little kiss. “I wouldn’t want that to happen.” You stare at each other for half a second. You draw a deep breath, dizzy with anticipation.

He moves one leg aside, revealing your entrance. A little gasp of excitement leaves, as you feel his tip slowly slide at your hole. “Please tell me if it hurts.” He asks. You nod eagerly. His hands grip onto your hips, the pressure on your entrance increasing. You lick your lips and suck in another deep breath. You stifle a groan as you feel your sphincter grip the head of his cock. You’re legs feel numb. You close your eyes, overwhelmed by the feeling, releasing a silent moan.

He holds the moment your face contorts even the slightest, waiting for you to adjust. Slowly accepting his length. Every inch he enters you, you hear his grunts become heavier. Your warmth and light wetness guiding him deeper. “Y-You’re tight.” He moans, trying to regain this breath. “Fuck…” Wiping the sweat from his face.

Your dick is throbbing, there was no other way to describe it. Pressed against the sheets. No stimulation but only the motion of his thrusts. Stimulated by his presence. His looks. His thrusts. You're breathless, staring at his physique. He is masculine, but not too much. So complete. The view of his muscles tensing and relaxing. Utterly mesmerizing to watch. Even as he begins to move back and forth. Sweat breaks out all over your body at the first couple of thrusts. Very slow and lovingly.

Stretching your further as he goes in. His breathing slow and ragged. He pushed deep. Reaching far inside you. Warming places you didn’t know you had. The feeling of his dick fully inside you was driving you to the point of an unexpected climax already. The rigidness of his cock, rubbing your insides. Making you shudder to your very core while praising his name. Your cock already leaking on the sheets.

The pressure inside you rising faster than ever before. It’s impossible to think straight, his pace was slow and passionate. Yet, you only feel his cock hitting your insides. You grip your sheets, whimpering uncontrollably. You only manage to utter his name, squirming under his pressure. The cum just starts pouring out of you, uncontrollable amounts soaking the already wet area. Tom follows up with another thrust, making you squirt even further. You moan long and hard, feeling your entire body shudder from the release. “Holy s-shit… Tom.” You sputter.

As you open your eyes, you watch Tom hunched forward. Panting heavily. Eyes clenched shut. "Tom…?" You ask. He holds his hand up to you. Signaling you to wait. After he regains himself again, he positions himself further above you. You hear his hot ragged breath, tightly hugging his hips against your ass cheeks. Cock buried deep inside you. “F-Fuck, (Y/N)…” He grunts. “That was hot…”

He takes a moment to gather himself again. You do the same. Catching your breath and calming your senses. You wait for Tom to move again. Before he does, he starts to pepper your body with wet, hot kisses. Moaning your name softly as he begins to roll his hips.

Goosebumps shoot across your skin at the mention of your name. A sudden yelp escapes your lips, grabbing his attention immediately. To your surprise, you feel a moist sensation touching your cock. You gaze at your member, while it hardens without touch. Only by a few thrusts from his shaft.

“Shit…” He grunts as he wraps his fingers around your length. An awkward position, but he manages. Stroking your cock, coated by your own cum, slow and steady. Completely captivated by it. You sense it's turning him on immensely, as you feel him thicken inside you.

You release a silent moan as your mouth falls open. Feeling his girth stretch you even further. The ridges rubbing you in unexpected ways. After a few strokes, he loses his grip, licking the wetness from his fingers, one by one. You watch as he sucks each of his fingers dry in his mouth. “Fuckin’ hell...” He groans. “That’s really good." Leaning in, he lands his lips on yours. "I'm getting close, baby." He moans into the kiss.

“Go for it.” You whisper into his ear. Holding him close. “Blow your load for me.” As he picks up pace. Desperate for release. His cock feeling incredibly hard inside you. Swelling even further at the mention of your dirty talk. “Blow it all inside me.”

He grunts deep and hard into your ear. Rolling his hips faster and faster into you. “C’mon, baby.” You encourage him. Feeling his cock grow inside you. His breathing quickens, as does his momentum. Rutting into you faster than before. Not relentlessly, but with a comfortable pace.

Already widened and stretched from before, you feel his cock hitting you deep again. Each time he hits your thrust back, hitting that same spot, you feel the sensation ache in your cock. Twitching from pleasure. “R-Right there, Tom.” You gasp again.

He shoots a look at you, realization hitting him that you’re getting close again. “Keep going.” You moan out loud. Not a moment later, you feel him pulse inside you. With a cry, he thrust once more, deep and hard into you. You lift your ass to meet his thrust, his balls slap against your skin. The splashing inside you as he cums is so intense that you feel it spilling down your cheeks. Your mind goes blank. Watching him pump load after load into you. Your cock twitches, barely holding on. As your insides were coated.

He just pulls out, like a plug of a bathtub. You gasp of relief, feeling the wetness seep outwards. Drops of wetness fly from his still erect member as it bounces upward. Giving a quick tug on your legs, so you end on your back again. Spreading your legs.

You’re out of breath for a moment. Not sure what he was going to do. Watching your own dick spring back into view again. All wet and swollen. With force, he pulls you to the side of the bed and kneels down. His fingers wrap around your member. As he suddenly starts suckling on your balls. It's strange ticklish feeling at first, but combined with his firm grasp on your length, and strokes, it became more than that. Your balls begin to churn. Gripping the sheets around you, your head falls back onto the mattress, overwhelmed by this quick handling.

“T-Tom!” You cry out. “God!” You plant both your feet on the mattress. You shut your eyes tight, pressing your head back into the mattress, thrusting your hips into his grasp. But he doesn’t slow down.

“Tom!” You burst out, not only in words. Your eyes widen, gasping out loud as he rubs down hard on your shaft. Cum jets from your swollen cock. Stroking you hard, milking every last possible drop.

It's only hazy from thereon…

You’re not sure if you passed out, but it felt like you sprayed the ceiling with your load. The next moment you open your eyes, you find Tom cuddled up against you. Just some sheets covering a few parts. “Did I pass out or…?”

“You didn’t.” He chuckles, looking up at you with a smile on his face. “You dozed off very shortly after. I don’t blame you.” He sniffles while tracing a finger up and down your chest. You wrap your arm around him. Just living in the moment. "I'm so happy, your friend picked me." He whispered to you. That comment stuck with you.

"Thank you, Tom." Pressing your lips on his forehead, tasting a taint of salt. Picking a few strands of hair from his forehead. Cuddling together in the safe comfort of each other. The sharing of interests you had in common. Followed by simple chatter about the things in life. Making each other laugh. Having a good time. For once, in a very long time, you felt whole again. His smile. His presence, something felt right. Something clicked.

And it's that sort of thing you just can’t get enough of. Your eyes are glued to him. The heat rising in your system. That flutter in your stomach. It hurts. In a good way. He is everything you ever wanted in a man.

You love him.

All cuddled up against each other, it falls to you how sticky everything actually really his. His skin glistening with sweat and wetness.

“How about we freshen up?” Rustling your fingers through his curls. “Shower is big enough for both of us.”

“Good idea.” His lips meeting yours in agreement. "I'll gladly join you."

Being close to together, naked, warm water, and soap. Things get heated again. You don't know how long you been in the shower. And you don't mind. Because for the time, you felt the rush of living again. Being alive. Receiving praise. Kind words whispered into your ear.

No denying that his smile was infectious. A smile that wouldn't disappear, you noticed. Tom was a whole different person to the one that stepped in earlier tonight. Deep down, you could feel that this version of him was the real him. Loving, caring, passionate.

And no matter how dangerous shower sex was told to be. You did it. And more. Memories burned into your mind forever.

You take a moment longer to rinse off the sweat and wetness under the steaming hot water. Recollecting those wonderful moments again. Tom already out. You can't seem to shake your smile. This was right. This is how life should be.

Turning into the bedroom with your towel wrapped around your waist, your smile drops immediately. "Where you going?" He hastily pushes his phone back into his pocket. Tom was already dressed, ready to put on his jacket.

"I have to go." He mumbled, avoiding your gaze. His smile nowhere to be seen.

"Please, just stay." This moment was bound to happen. But you weren’t going to give in. You’ve seen enough people leave through that door. "Stay with me."

"I… I… can't… I need to go." Checking the time on his phone.

"You don't have to do this, you know. I can-" But midsentence, you're cut off.

"Don’t… (Y/N).” His voice skips a beat. You’re pretty sure you could see tears welling in his eyes. You have to fight to keep them back as well. “P-Please…” He stutters, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. “Don’t make this harder than it already is."

"Tom, it's doesn't have to be this way."

"I warned you. It can't be helped." He sobbed. An hour ago, the man standing in front of you was majestic, beautiful, and full of life. What remained now was nothing of that. Hunched shoulders and hands stuffed into his pockets. Eyes wet from tears.

"I'll take a chance."

"Please, stay out of it. Just leave me be. Forget about me."

"Oh no, I can't. Not in a million years. I'll get you out whatever shithole you got yourself into." You’re just glad he didn’t walk right out. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to follow him. Something was holding him back.

"It's not worth it. It can't be fixed."

"Everything takes time to heal."

"Not me, not me." He snickers. “I… I need to go.”

You rush to your drawers, pulling fresh clothes out as fast as you can. "Wait, I'll bring you wherever you're going."

"You'll get into trouble if they see you."

"I don't care." You quip while jumping into a pair of pants.

"But I do!" He cries. “I do!”

"The feeling is mutual." You growled. With your shoes and jacket on, you interlace fingers with his. Dragging him outside. And as you open the door, the pizza delivery shows up. “P-… Pizza delivery?” The man hesitates, looking at the both of you weirded out. “Here.” You shove a bill of cash into his hands. "Now, go!" He instantly rushes off onto the street. With screeching tires, the little scooter darts back up the road. In a big arch, you toss the pizza inside, cheese, and all flying everywhere before you close the door behind you.

The car ride was uneasy, to say the least. No music. Only darkness and the rain hitting the windshield. Sometimes a finger, pointing you in the right direction. You appeared mad. To say you weren't was a misconception. But not at him. And what kind of music was even appropriate at that moment? Your mind was conflicted. You could just drive the opposite direction. Away from it all. He would be save.

Would he?

You couldn’t judge if you didn’t know where he was living. What if they came after him? That would endanger you as well. No, this required a different approach. This needed planning. God, you were in a state to do anything.

Breath in, breath out. Calm yourself down.

Hope.

Was it misplaced hope

Hope for a happy ending.

But hope is the worst of all evils, for it prolongs the torment of men. Words from an old book. Spoken by wise old men as they say. But in the end, the truth runs from the first to the very last word. How naive could you be? Deep down, you knew this was impossible. His words spoken earlier that evening kept circling in the back of your mind. Yet, you cling to that glimmer of hope. Those words in the shower. Those moments together. This couldn't be it?

You hoped not.

“Stop here.” He says. “It’s down that alley.” Pointing to a small flickering light in the distance. You could only get a glimpse as the windscreen wipers came by to clear the pouring rain from your window. You spot the outline of a figure standing there. "Turn around the moment I enter that alley. Don't come near.”

“I need your number.” Pulling out your phone. But he had already opened the door. “Tom!” You hissed, leaning over to passenger’s seat. Barely in time to get a hold of his arm. “How can I find you?” The wind and rain washing into the car. You have to blink once or twice to keep the rain out of your eyes. “Tom?!”

“T-Thank you for tonight, (Y/N).”

"No! Tom!" Tears welling in the corner of your eyes. Awkwardly constrained by your seatbelt, struggling to get a firm grasp on his hand. "Don't do this!" Your fingers begin to lose their grip on his hand, the rain hitting you relentlessly. This sting of pain. You felt this moment before. Slowly slipping away from your fingers. "Not like this!"

"I'm so sorry…" And with a tug, he pulls his arm free, slamming the door into your face.

You scream from the top of your lungs. Tears rolling down your cheek, you fumble with the seatbelt. But it won't open. Tears cloud your vision, anger raging from deep within. Forcing you to watch him run through the rain towards that accursed alley. You let your fury loose on anything in range. Until you're deprived of energy. Resting your forehead against the steering wheel. Watching the tears fall from your cheeks. You lost.

A knock on your window makes you jump. “G-Hello?” A thick accent calls out to you. Your eyes spot the contours of a man. His face closing in on the window. His features unpleasant to the eye, looking like a common fugitive. Not with the best intention. "You zhould not be ghere.”

So many things raced through your mind. You could just mash the door against his burly, ugly set face. Giving you an advantage to whatever came next. But… What would you achieve with that?

You nod quickly and steer your car the way you came. Driving around mindlessly. Gaze fixated on the horizon.

It’s been minutes, hours, and days. They’re as grueling as you could possibly imagine. Tormented by your own thoughts. How could you save Tom? You couldn't admit to yourself that you actually knew nothing. There's only a location. That's all.

Taking a few days off only makes it worse. Sleep doesn’t come at all. Falling back on drinking makes no difference. It only forces out the anger. Until the tipping point of intoxicating takes over your senses.

Until your eyes spot the flyer, you’re hands tremble as you gaze on the picture of Tom. In all fairness, there wasn’t even a name mentioned. Only a number, like a damn menu. You scramble for your phone, shaking with nervousness. It takes a moment for the number to connect, until you hear a lady’s voice call out the name of the business.

“Ehm… Hello, I… want Tom, p-please." You stutter, sweat breaking out across your body. While your fingers play with the edges of the picture. Gaze stuck on the picture of Tom. It remains silent on the other end of the line.

“He doesn’t work here.” That single comment makes your blood boil. The thought that some filthy businessman groping him was sickening.

“I meant number 26.”

“I don’t know either. Anyone else?”

“JUST GIVE ME FUCKING TOM!” You scream from the top of your lungs. “How hard can it be!”

"I'm afraid I can't help you, sir." And the line disconnects. You're fumingly mad. Realizing your failure. Gritting your teeth, you barely able to control yourself. Your thoughts sink deeper, and deeper in desperation. You could pull each and every single hair out of your skull out of frustration. Kicking chairs over and destroying stuff didn't satisfy in any way. Only the pain halted you momentarily. This couldn't be the end. You wouldn't let it end this way. You can't.

You can’t let him go.

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From around the corner, you watch the alleyway. It’s been days. You thought this through countless times. Overthinking is what they call it. Days on end. If Tom was there, you needed to take a shot. You have to do something. What else is there to live for anyway? That is one way to boost your morale you chuckle to yourself. You take one last sip from the bottle before putting in back in your car. Releasing a hiss as the strong liquor burns its way down your throat. In a weird way, it makes your head clearer. Calms the nerves. Brings peace to your mind. Boosts your confidence. If only for this moment. You double-check the surroundings. Everything's in place.

With confidence in your step, you lock your car around the corner and make your way down the street. You straighten your collars before sheathing them in the pockets of your jacket. It takes quite a few steps to get there. The man on the corner of the alleyway can’t help but notice you. Trying casually to walk towards you. And as you approach the man, you notice he’s definitely one size larger than you. It surely wasn't the man that warned you in your car. This one had a more pleasant and kinder look to him. "G-Hey you…" He nods at you. "You ghot businez here?” Speaking with the same Eastern European accent as the other.

You halt in front of him. Taking a moment to answer him, trying to keep your nerves in check. While looking calm at the same time. “I’m here for this.” Revealing the flyer from your pocket. “Is the manager in?”

“Da, but why zhould I let you through?”

You sigh with discontent. Revealing a stack of money from your pocket. "Here." Handing him twenty or so bills. "Don't bother me anymore." And take the gamble by walking past him. You hear a whistle behind you. Just as you are about to turn into the dim-lit alleyway, another man halts you. An impressively large man. You weren’t small either. But he towered over you, by far.

“Got any on ya?” Surprisingly, this man wasn’t Eastern European looking or sounding at all. Holding your hands up beside you, you shake no. But the man still searches you. Keeping an eye on you at all costs. Mumbling to himself a few things. "Follow me."

Through the dark passage, you’re led towards a metal door. Only a dim light above it shows the entrance. The rest is barely visible. The man engages the locking mechanism and opens the door. Through a series of corridors and stairs, you get the impression of this operation. A series of rooms, followed by cells. Giving you an inside look of how dilapidated and horrifying the building actually is. Your worst nightmare just becomes a reality. It's beyond belief how Tom managed to survive in these conditions.

You try to keep your gaze fixated on the man in front of you as you follow him. But you desperately hope to see Tom here somewhere. What if you don't get out of here… alive? You draw a deep breath and focus on what’s next. A sudden halt at a room, makes you jump a little. “In here.” Pointing inward to an older lady behind a desk. "Make your request." He grunts, crossing his arms as several other people in the room watching you enter.

“How can I help you, sir?” The woman kindly asks you. You recognize her voice from the phone earlier this week.

“Alright.” You say, unimpressed. “Cut the middleman.” Turning around to the large man. “Bring me to the manager.” His gaze far from friendly. From the corner of your eyes, you see the nearby, you guess guards, take a step closer. Some whispering to each other. As the large man takes a few steps towards you. Ending up so close to you, he’s literally looking down on you. The smell of smoke and sweat hinted at your nostrils. His warm, foul breath fanning onto your hair.

“Why should we… little one?” He growled demeaningly. Not a smile in sight. “You walk into here with loads of cash, and demand to see the manager. What is so important you have that you need to see the manager?” Crackling his knuckles close to your face. His hands were large, fingers short but fatty. Stained by all kinds of things you rather wouldn’t know about. “For all I know, you were never here, to begin with…”

“Excellent threat." You sniffle, revealing a stack from your pocket. As you do in the process, you hear guns being cocked. "Here." Stuffing the stack into his pocket. “Problem is, my burly friend…” You gaze up to him, forcing a grin on your face. “I didn’t wander in here unprepared. You see, If I don’t return within… let’s say… the next two hours-…” Letting the moment sink in. Eyeing the people in the room. Everyone eager listening in on your little conversation. “-shits going down.”

“What did you call me?” His hand resting upon your shoulder, leaning down.

“Do you call the shots for your boss?” You tilt your head slightly. Looking at him with a playful smile. “I don’t think he’ll appreciate the news I have regarding his ratline from Europe.”

The man looks past you, nodding to the lady behind the desk. Returning his gaze to you.

"Not willing to take the risk, hmmm?" You joke. Behind your back, you hear several whispers. The eyes of the man shot back and forth between the lady and you. Before pushing you down the hallway again. Again leading you through some corridors, down the staircase. Ending up in a luxurious room.

Behind a desk sat a figure, so bulbous and fat, you’d never seen anything alike. Gold rings on his meaty fingers. The room decorated in some sort of Russian style. The left wall accommodating a series of monitors. Probably surveillance. But as you keep your eyes longer on the screens, you see the prostitutes. Man and women. You try to keep a straight face. “I heard interesting things about you, young man…” The blob of a man behind the desk mutters.

“I always thought Russians started with a drink, before doing business.” Keeping a straight face.

The flesh of its body bounces and flays around as it laughs loudly. Signaling the large man to pour the glasses. He couldn’t even do it himself anymore, his fat little arms limiting his movement. “Nasdrovia!” You both cheer and cling the glasses, chucking the content.

“Let’s talk business.” The man says with a thick voice.

"I have intel, concerning the safety of your cargo." You glance over to the guards. "Can we get the room to us.” Looking at the Russian for a confirmation.

"Give him a minute." He waves at you with his fat fingers. "Continue." The large man that led you here hesitates. Keeping his eyes on you. "Go!" The Russian shouts again, waiting for the door to close.

You take a deep breath. And focus on the conversation. The details are important. Focus.

“You need to relocate within the next… 24 hours.” Checking your watch. “They’re on to you.”

“How do you know?” He burst out laughing. “Do you have any evidence? Because my business is at an all-time high. My man and woman are booked like never before. I even have a new shipment comin-”

"Container #556121 on the SSE Georgia has been snitched." You say with a reassuring tone. "Go ahead. Tell me if I'm wrong." He has a distrusting look on his face, hesitant to believe you. But still goes ahead to unlock his drawer, revealing a sort of book and a laptop.

Bluff. Neither the name of the ship or the number was anything close to what you were supposed to say. Through all the nerves, you just made something up. You just simply couldn't remember what the police told you. Your heart pounded in your chest. It's now or never. Everything depended on the next few minutes. On that little wire, you were carrying. The strength of your arms. Your will. And above all, the speed of the police. Your fingers tremble as you grab your watch. It's bound to happen at any moment.

What happened next went so fast. It's all a blur. One distant gunshot set off a chain reaction. You jump over the desk as the door behind you swings open, blood splatters all across. The razor-thin wire detaches from your watch, and you swing it around the neck of the bulbous man. His fat little arms couldn’t reach around. Shielding behind his humongous chair and body, you restrain him. You watch the bullet impacts on the wall near you as the guard curses loudly. The fat man’s arms flap around. “Tell me about Tom, you fat fuck!” You shout. “I need to know!” Tightening the wire. With your “Where is he!?” Bashing his head from behind. “WHERE IS HE?!”

The man fights and struggles heavily, barely able to breathe—coughing and desperate for air. The giant oak chair the man sat in, shook and trembled on the floor by the man's panicking movements. Screeching back and forth. His spasming legs hit the desk to the floor. Sending loads of stuff flying. The man points his finger to the guard. “K-K-Kill T…Tom!” He gurgles to the guard. The words reach your ears moments later, processing what the man just said. You panic as the guards suddenly darts off, grabbing his phone.

“Noooooo!” Storming off towards the door, fueled by rage. Blinded by anger. Falling over several items on the floor. You regain your footing and continue to run towards the door. Turning the corner without a second thought.

A bright flash. A high pitched noise. A ringing in your ear. A wince of pain, tearing into you, forcing every thought out of your mind, paralyzing your body. Only by a deep groan. Your eyes are blurry, your vision doubles as you stagger on your feet. Trying to blink it away didn’t help. You feel the pain worsen. Deepen. Sharp pain lances at your abdomen. Another flash close by. Jerking your body around. Excruciating pain. It all happens with such force. It sends you stumbling backward. Your hands reach for the doorpost, trying to remain afoot. Holding on for life. But strength ebbs away. Your limbs feel numb. Fingers shaking, losing its grip. Slumping down to the floor, onto your knees. Everything hurt. Sharp, deep, unstoppable pain. Each exhale of breath stings your insides. Chocking the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurs, slowly turning red—darkness pressing in.

But it wasn’t your vision turning red. It’s the pool of crimson red blood forming under your hands. Warming your pale, cold hands, oozing from your wounds. Panic hits. You’re short of breath, experiencing extreme difficulty with breathing. The cold gripping you. Your words strangled by the welling of warm blood, filling your throat. “T-Tom…” You manage to bring out in faltering gasps. Draining the last bit of energy left in you. “T...o...m…” Before your arms give in. Your head slamming against the crimson tainted concrete.

Then silence.

Silence.

…

...

Is death near?

…

...

That ringing noise in your ear. Coming closer. Your head felt heavy and painful. As you slowly regain consciousness. You blink a couple of times to readjust to the intense light blinding your eyes. After a moment, you notice the light that shines in your eyes are rays of sunlight. Your try uttering a few words. But your throat was as dry as the desert, and rough like sandpaper. Forcing out an awful cough. "Am... I in heaven?" Your voice sounding croaked and harsh. Followed by another coughing fit. Your lungs hurt. A sharp pain lancing in your chest. Contorting your insides. Everything hurts. Each movement you made, your bones and muscles ache in response.

“Sir?” A calming voice of a woman called to you. “Sir, how are you feeling?”

“Terrible.” You cough, struggling to breathe. “Where am I?”

“The hospital.” A young woman in nursery clothing showed up in your field of view. “You’re in good hands.” Everything looked pale white. Painfully white to the eyes. “You’re going to be fine.”

You have difficulty in paying attention to her. Your vision doubles, sound dissipates. She was trying to say something, but you couldn’t follow it.

“The man that saved you is here.” Shaking your arm. "Sir..." Trying to keep you from passing out. "Look.” Helping you up. Your eyes slowly adjusting to the light, taking in the room. Loads of flowers decorated the space. Accompanied by colorful cards on the wall. “He stayed by your side the moment you came in. We could-"

Her words fall to deaf ears. You couldn't believe your eyes. Blinking repeatedly. You try to sharpen the image. The tears welling in your eyes, not helping a bit.

“This is heaven.” You mumble. The woman stops and looks at you. Giggling at your comment. Sitting there beside you, resting his head against the side of your bed. Eyes shut, snoring softly with his coat wrapped around him. "T-To…m…" You try to say, falling into a terrible cough.

He jumps a little in his seat by the touch of the nurse. Rubbing the sleepers from his eyes, taking a moment to gather his bearings. But that moment you make eye contact. “(Y/N)!” He cries out. You can’t believe your eyes.

“It’s really you.” You cough while trying to sit up. Tears streaming freely down your cheeks. "T-Tom!"

"I can't believe it!" He snickers. Diving onto you, his arms closing around you, sobbing against your neck. You remain like this for a while. Deep in his embrace. Tears, only tears. But tears of happiness. You couldn’t remember when you experienced those.

“T-Tom…?” You’re afraid to ask but needed to know. “Is… is it over? Is it done? A-Are you free...?”

“Yes…” He nods, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Yes, I am. You did it. It's over." Cupping your cheeks with both hands, kissing you like you never been before. Euphoria. Blessed. Relieved. You feel alive.

“I cried myself to sleep that night (Y/N). Thinking I would never see you again.”

You nod. "I felt so lost without you." Knowing precisely what he meant. "I was so scared, Tom. I… I… thought I… was d-dying." Your body shakes at the thought and recollection of that moment. "It all… happened-d… and… I… I… m-missed you… so m-m-much." The sobs turn into long wails of emotions running freely.

"It's ok." His arms reach around you, hugging your fragile body close to him. Letting all the tears flow freely. Crying in each other’s arms. "We’re going to be fine.”

You hold him close, not ever wanting him to go. Locking eyes with him again. The reality of him beside you was heartwarming. That wonderful smile. It filled you with joy and happiness. But the questions burned at the back of your mind. "The nurse said you were the one who saved me? How…?"

"I found you..." Enveloping your hands in his, pressing kisses to your cold fingers. "-on the floor." His eyes turn red, the tears running down his cheek. Crying for a moment, before he continues.

"A-A-After I heard the first shots close by, everything went so fast. I... saw guards being shot, and I ran… I knew something was wrong. I heard more shots. And… that’s when I turned the corner… I found you..." He weeps. "One moment you were there…" His blood-red eyes look at you with terror. "-the other I realized you were… close to… d-dying in my arms."

You can't help but kiss him, hold him close. Comfort him as he wailed softly.

"Poor thing." The tears rolling down your cheek. “It’s going to better from here on out. I promise, Tom. I promise you.”

"I love you (Y/N)." He whispers. His watery eyes lock with yours. "I love you with all my heart."

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mcwritingblog · 3 years

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Ballroom of Romance

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish: Morales

Summary: Fantasy tavern in Ireland. Reader works there and comes across a heartbroken Frankie.

Rating: PG for talk of cheating

Hi sweethearts! This is me indulging in the world of fantasy. Inspired by Ballroom of Romance by Celtic Women. That song just makes me want to dance with someone!

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The week is over, work is done, so now it's time to have some fun

The place is old and there's money owed, tonight forget that heavy load

The sky is clear without a cloud, the air hums with music loud

The moon is full and shining bright they'll come from far and wide tonight

And will I get to steal a glance at the one who sends me in a trance?

If not, at least you'll get the dance down at the Ballroom of Romance

The tavern boomed with music and spirits. You had a lot of your regulars and luckily enough you didn't have to throw anyone out. It was a good Friday.

“More ale?”, you ask walking up to a table of six men. They've been here all day and paid very well.

“How much for a night?”, he grabs your ass.

You gasp. “Sir, I don't know whom you've mistaken me for but I am not her.”. You shoot daggers through your eyes.

“I know who I'm looking at.”, he retorts

‘You're drunk. I suggest you take your hand off of my ass.”. He takes his palm off of your butt cheek.

The afternoon air was filled with the sound of rain, pitter-pattering against the stained glass windows. The lanterns were lit and you swept the floor, making small piles of green leaves and broken glass. You take advantage of the sound of rain and sit next to an open window, opening your journal and writing. Today you were writing about falling in love in a village far away, with a prince.

“Princes are unrealistic.”, you scratch that suggestion off of your list.

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The night was slowing down. It was dinner time and you were wiping down the bar and tables. A man you’ve never seen before had come in not too long ago to sit at the bar. He had shaggy brown hair and facial hair. He was hunched over. You walked over and smiled across the bar.

“Would you like another drink? Maybe I could interest you in a piece of Shepards Pie?”. You looked into those beautiful, sad eyes. What had this stranger been through?

“Another drink, please”. His voice was warm but melancholy.

As you pour his next ale, you ask him “Rough day?”. You send him a caring look, ready to listen.

“You've got more important things to do than listen to my problems, lass”, he takes a drink.

“Ok then. Let us start with names maybe? Mines y/n”, you say with a smirk and hold out your hand

“Francisco Morales. But my friends call me Frankie”, he shakes your hand

“Francisco, huh? Spanish?”

“Si,hablas español?”

“Unfortunately, I can understand the basics. The “dame otro” and “senorita hermosa”

“And you get that a lot, the ‘hermosa’?”

“Not from anyone that matters”

“To better times then, señora y/n”, he lifts his drink to cheers you and takes a sip

You space out for a moment… Taking in his forewarning. “She really broke your heart, didn't she?...... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud”, You scramble to pick up a glass and clean it.

“It's that obvious?”

“Takes heartbreak to know heartbreak”

“Im sorry to hear that, coriña”

“Don't worry about that. He was no good anyway. What happened, if you don't mind me asking?”

“I was gone on a trip with a couple of my men. We were supposed to bring back all this money and I was going to come back to her. We were supposed to pack up and move to the next puebla. Start a new life. The trip went worse than we thought it would. One of the men in the group was killed. The trip was cut short.”. You nod to let him know you were listening. “I came home and she was in bed with another man.”

“Oh, Frankie. That's horrible”

“In the past now.”

“Let me buy your next drink”

The night had progressed on and you were trading stories like you've been friends for years. Before long, the band was showing up and the bar was filled with lively people drinking and dancing. You had to leave him a couple of times to fill the mugs of thirsty men at various tables. He stayed right there, waiting for you to come back.

“I thought you would've been gone by now.”

“I like your company”

And it's then that the band picks up a little ditty. A favorite of yours.

On summer nights when the barley's high and the stars are twinkling in the sky

Take a walk by the river side and let the music be your guide

“C’mon”, you say grabbing him and pulling him to the dance floor.

Whack fol the dah, now swing your partner, leave your troubles at the door,

We will dance until the morning light, come take my hand and we'll take the floor

You rush through a group of people and land in the middle. The lights illuminated your smiles. His laugh is intoxicating.

“You know I'm a horrible dancer, right?” He laughs out. If he was, you did know because he held you perfectly. You were close enough to know how good he smelled, it was delightfully attractive. His body weaved to each side as you step side to side. Your hands intertwine, your fingers lightly brush. The air is bright and it felt as if you were the only people in the world. There was magic in the air. He placed his hands on your waist, lifting you up. He moves them to place them under your bottom. Slowly letting you slide down, you make eye contact. You wish you could look into those eyes for centuries.

“I'm leaving town Monday. I know we’ve only just met but come with me?”

You laugh and respond “Where would we go?”

“I could care less but I'm willing to find out with you”

“I’ll take you up on that offer Francisco Morales”

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #fluff #francisco morales

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chocojjk · 5 years

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Eggs

summary: badboy! changbin if you squint

words: 7k

warnings: one mention of death by illness

a/n: this took way too long cause i got so lazy lmfao, slide into my inbox with prompts cause idk what to write after this

not edited per usual, im lazy :(((

you and changbin lived in different worlds

changbin has always been the schools most notorious bad boy

along with his group, 3racha

he was the typical bad boy -- gets into fights, wears leather, barely shows up to class, etc.

after watching countless of rom-coms, you and i, reader, should know that bad boys like to keep to themselves

and they won't bother you unless you cross their territory, not at all different from changbin

someone bullies one of his friends???

you might as well run now , because he will be coming for your ass

he catches you talking shit?

you should probably say goodbye to your mouth and have a doctors appointment ready

the point im trying to make is that seo changbin does not take shit from anyone

which doesn't really matter at this point because everyone has learned to fear him

on the other hand, you're, what they say is a “good girl”

too caught up with your books and your grades, in the library 24/7, worrying too much about the future you envision

you stayed away from drama as much as possible, happy with the 2-3 friends that you have

and,,,

well,,,

you probably saw this coming,, but just in case you didnt, ill say it

your two different worlds are about to collide

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youve been searching for a little over 20 minutes to where he could be when you finally spotted him at the table all way in the back of the library

you let out the deepest sigh, you shouldve figured he would choose that table jfc

‘he really is sticking to his reputation’ you think to yourself as you made your way over to him

“hi, im y/n, i'm your tutor,” you say, giving him a soft smile

changbin doesn't even bother to reply to you as he got up and left

you were left standing there like,,,

what the fuck just happened ??

before you finally snapped out of your confused trance and chased after him

catching up to him you grab his arm, putting a complete halt to his movement

and suddenly the library was even quieter than it should be

every single eye in the room focused on the interaction that lies in front of them

the notorious bad boy and the goody two shoes,,, how incredibly cliche

he looks at you, his eyes dark and unreadable

the expression on his face was emotionless yet it felt like he was crushing you under his stare

finally noticing that your hand was still gripped around his arm, you quickly let go, letting out a small “ehem”

the tension in the air was thick, it felt like someone just put a dark cloud above your head and you couldn’t blow it away

god damn this was awkward

not even the good awkward where you can laugh about it later, this is the kind of awkward situation that hits you in the middle of the night and suddenly you're just cringing at every bad thing you have done in the past

“uhm, im suppose to tutor you,” you try to say confidently as soon as you found your voice, but really it was barely above a whisper

“maybe show up on time,” he says, his voice as dark and as strong as his aura

and with one final look at you, he walked out of there

you didnt bother anymore, you knew you were at fault

‘we’ll try again tomorrow,’ you think to yourself before your best friend, hyunjin walked up to you, pulling you outside the library

“dude are you okay?”

“uhmm, why wouldn’t i be?”

“i just saw you talking to changbin”

“ok and ?”

“he’s bad news y/n,” your best friend says, warning you

“ i dont really have a choice hyunjin” you reply

you think back to 3 days ago when you were called to the principal's office

not gonna lie, you were shaking in your boots,, only bad kids get randomly sent to the principal's office

as you entered the room, Mrs. Seo was already waiting for you behind her desk

“hi ms. l/n, i dont think weve formally met,” she says, reaching out to shake your hand

“ its nice to meet you”

“ please, sit down, make yourself comfortable,” she continued, pointing to the seat right in front of her

sensing your nervousness she quickly added a, “don't worry, you're not in trouble”

phew

your brain was starting to hurt from trying to rack what you must have done wrong to be seated in the big office

“ why am i here then if you don't mind me asking?”

“ ah yes, i need you to tutor my son”

,,,,,

(◎_◎;)

,,,

“umm, why me?”

“you're top 1 in the class, is there anyone better than you to do it?”

well,,, she wasn't wrong

you mentally pat yourself at the back for this, happy that your efforts were being noticed

“don't worry ms. l/n, if you succeed, i’ll make sure you get into any college that you desire “

‘pshhhh, im top 1 ms seo, i can do that on my own’ you think to yourself

“....and fully paid for.”

well, shit , how can you say no to that offer

its literally free education right in your fingertips

what's the catch??

“ you can do that?” you ask

“ of course. i know very important people. so what do you say?”

and after a few minutes of contemplating within yourself, you finally agreed

“ also, while you're at it, i want you to change my son's reputation.”

and there it is

“ i'm sorry?” you reply,, maybe you just misheard the fact that she literally asked you to change her son

“ i don't just want you to tutor him in english, i want you to make him a better person.”

“how do you expect me to do that?”

“be his friend. teach him the ways of life, i'm not always gonna be around to get him out of trouble. You're a smart girl ms. l/n you'll figure it out.”

without giving you a final say, she ushered you out of there but not before she added

“ one last thing ms. l/n, dont tell anyone about this.”

the way she said it was so scary, and its like a spell was casted on you and you could only utter out an

“ of course mam”

i guess from her standpoint, she made sense

“ i just dont understand why Mrs. Seo chose you out of all the people”

“ we’ve already gon over this hyunjin”

“ yeah yeah, its cause youre the smartest of the class-”

hyunjin continues to talk however you’ve tuned him out as your eyes went to focus on changbin, himself

greeting the rest of his friends, an actual smile on his face, much different from the changbin you encountered a couple minutes ago

he gets up on his motorcycle and was about ready to put his helmet on when he felt someone staring at him ( i told yall, tYpiCAl bad boy )

he whips his head around in quick search for the culprit

and for the second time that day, you found yourself looking in the dark brown eyes of the the one and only, seo changbin

his smile quickly disappearing once he found your eyes

putting on his helmet whilst still maintaining the eye contact, he quickly drove away and you can't help but continue to just watch his figure retreat to the size of a dot until he was completely away from your line of vision

the next day - friday

you were in the library, seated in the table changbin used the day before

unlike yesterday, you were there dummy early

exactly 30 minutes before the actual tutoring session

he wasn't going to get away this time

finally , the chair across from you gets occupied, a backpack loudly flopping its way unto the table

he doesn't say a word,

he doesn't even look at you

he just sits there, staring at the table between you guys

“uhm, i think we got on the wrong foot yesterday, im y/n”

you say, a wide smile on your face, trying to change the atmosphere

he scoffs at this

‘omyfuckinggod who does he think he is’

‘im gonna fucking murder this kid’

‘his mom was right when he said he needed to change’

as much as you wanted to just punch him in the face, you plastered a small smile on your face instead

“should we start?” you continue

“i guess”

for the next hour, you learn that changbin doesn’t even need tutoring

he was definitely smarter than he lead on

he knew the answer to every single question you asked and didnt even seem like he was trying

“uhmm, changbin can i ask you something?”

he just nods at you, urging you to go on

“are you failing your class on purpose?”

and with that he stands up, giving you a small smirk, “i think this session is over,”

“i-okay- i-i’ll see you on monday!” you say even though he was already a good 5 feet away from you

-----------

as you laid in your bed that night, you wondered why the boy chose to fail his class

but no matter what scenario you could think of, you just cant understand it

is this what privileged people do ?

they know that they can get away with anything so they dont even try ?

‘aish, why am i thinking about him,’

‘y/n stop it’

‘ahhhhh’

you tried forcing yourself to sleep, to completely shut off all thoughts

but damn that stupid smirk on his face just keeps reappearing

and with that you slapped your pillow unto your face, not at all excited for the days to come

saturday night - 9 pm

to be honest, you weren't the type to go out on a saturday night

however you stayed in bed the whole day binging your netflix shows that you completely forgot to run your errands

so now you're here, at the local supermarket, buying your weekly groceries

you may be asking why can't your parents just do it?

well,,,

you only live with your mom, and she was very busy running the night shift at the hospital + picking up extra shifts

so she's really never home

and when she is, she crashes right to sleep, exhausted from work

so ever since two years ago, when you turned 16, this has been the life that you were used to

you weren't complaining of course, she was only working to provide for you and your future

the least you could do is help around the house

after a good 7 minutes, you finally gathered everything that you needed

eggs, check

bread, check

peanut butter, check

a bag of hot cheetos,,,, check check and check

you nodded, proud of yourself for finishing it so fast and made your way to your car until a loud crash stops you from doing so

the next thing you know, you were being dragged into the alleyway

“1!!!!1111! I- get off of me,” you say thrashing and kicking, trying to get away

‘oh god, im gonna die tonight,’

‘if there is a god out there,, pls,,, not tonight’

‘i haven't finished my netflix series yet,, plssss’

however your thoughts were cut short when your captor whispered, “shhh, its changbin”

changbin??

chaNgbIN???

chANGBIN???

he finally turns you around, making you face him

“play along if you don't want to get hurt,”

and in one quick motion, his lips were on yours,,,

seo changbin was kissing you

your eyes open, stunned at what was happening

and then you noticed it...5 men walking around the area

and hoping that you've watched the right dramas, you pieced together what you think is happening

leading you to closing your eyes and kissing him back

which honestly caught changbin off guard, “good girls” dont react this way???

but he’d never let you know that, as he pulled you closer to him,

his arms snaking around your waist

your hands going around his neck, the grocery bag being forgotten

yall were full on making out now

too caught up with each other’s taste to even notice the 5 guys leaving

(((im really bad at writing these kinds of scenes jfc, this sounds awkward as hell pls just picture it)))

until finally after like 23823 years, you pulled away, trying to catch your breath

damn, that kiss was good

probably the best one you’ve ever had

what????

just cause you're a goody-two-shoes doesn't mean you haven't been kissed before okay,,, were not going THAT cliche

he slowly lets go of you, his eyes darting to the grocery bag on the ground

“your eggs are broken,” he says

“m-my eggs?”, you reply, still on cloud nine,

following his gaze, you snapped out of your daze

“oh, r-right, my eggs,” you say softly, a frown making its way upon your face

changbin grabs your hand, pulling you towards the grocery store

“what are you doing?”

as usual, he doesn’t reply

honestly, you should be used to this by now

he dashes around the supermarket

you were right behind him, trying to keep up with his fast paced speed

finally, he gets to his location, the egg aisle

“which one do you want?”

“what?”

“eggs, which one?” he replies

“uhm, you don't have to, i can ju-”

“i'm not doing this for you,” he replies, cutting you off

you looked at him , not knowing what he meant

‘if he wasn't doing it for me then who the fuck is he buying these eggs for, i don't see anyone else here’

sensing your dumbness he grabbed a carton of the most expensive eggs and made his way to the cashier, pulling you along

and you don't know why, or what has gotten into you, but all you could do was watch and follow

“here. were even now.” he says, before walking away, leaving you in front of the grocery store, holding a carton of eggs

monday

and now we’re back to the start of the week

which means another week of tutoring

as you waited for changbin to show up at the usual spot, you can’t help but think back to two nights ago

the feeling of his lips against yours all a distant memory yet at the same time, one that you could still remember clearly

“hey,” changbin says, breaking you out of your thoughts

“hi?” you reply, confused as to why he even greeted you in the first place

you guys do the usual, read a couple of flash cards, learn new words blah blah blah and all that boring crap that you learn in a high school English class

at one point you guys find yourself just sat in silence, and you can’t help but ask the question that’s been on your mind since Saturday night

“so who were those guys?”

“doesn’t concern you”

“uhm, the fact that you had your tongue down my mouth says otherwise,”

changbin was shocked, he wasn’t used to people responding to him the way you just did

don’t you know who he is???

he gives you one of his signature smirks, regaining his composure

“you liked my tongue being down your throat,” he says teasingly

o_O

＜(。_。)＞

excuse me what

is he flirting with you ??

what’s happening ??

“who said I did?” you say mimicking his tone, not allowing yourself to back down of this conversation

after Saturday night you told yourself that you were never going to just watch and follow

if you didn’t want the damn egg, you should’ve said something, you were so disappointed in yourself

you had your own brain, you can make your own decisions

besides you were here to be in control over him, not the other way around

“oh cmon, you’re really gonna try to refute it??” he says, the stupid smirk still evident on his stupid face

god, how you wish you could just smack it off

with your mouth

wait, who said that???

“you enjoyed it just as much as I did,” you say, knowing that if you answer then he would stop

and you were right, he completely shut his mouth and let the silence envelop you once again

“they were kids from another school,”

you look up at him, shocked that he actually answered

“why were they looking for you?”

“I may have keyed their car,” he says chuckling

“Because?”

“Isn’t that enough questions y/n?”

y/n

that was the first time he’s ever said your name

and you weren’t gonna lie, you liked how it sounded

“sorry”

“it’s fine”

“i don’t want to question it but why are you being so nice?”

“you helped me out without questioning me which means you trust me. im just returning the favor.”

“so, what im hearing is , you trust me?”

<(￣︶￣)>

“don’t make me have to say it out loud”

trust

you don’t know how you did it so quickly,

maybe the gods are at your side, but you finally got thE seo changbin to trust you

2 weeks later

you’ve been tutoring changbin just the same

same time

same table

same library

however, so much has changed

mostly the dynamic of your guys’ relationship

it was like he was a totally different person

like I said before, changbin was smart

but in these last couple of days, you realized just how smart he actually was,

he can honestly probably give you a run for your money

and because of this, your past tutoring sessions have ended up with you guys just laughing and joking around

weird, right ?

changbin and laughing ?

who would’ve thought ??

even onlookers were surprised

and everytime changbin laughed at one of your guys’ silly antics, you swear you can hear a pin drop

the whole room just becomes silent

at first, it bothered you how people were just listening in to your conversation, obviously judging the scene

but as the days went by and it seemed that changbin could care less, you started not caring either

and if you were being completely honest, you looked forward to spending time with him

when changbin was with you, it was just you and changbin, nothing else

he somehow manages to make you forget about reality

“lets ditch tutoring sessions today,” he says as soon as he took the seat next to you

“changbin, no”

“c’mon y/n, live a little”

“excuse you! I do have a life!”

“making out with your homework and watching Netflix shows 24/7 is not a life”

“okAy, now you’re just being mean,” you say, pouting at him

“im not being mean, I’m being honest,”

“yeAH and?? no one asked for your honesty,”

changbin laughs at this

lately he found himself laughing more

and for once, he didn’t mind it

you were doing something to him

and he liked it

“cmon, I’m not taking no for an answer,” he says, packing up your things

you sigh in defeat

you know that once changbin sets his mind to something, there's no changing it

so here you are, standing in front of an abandoned music building

“uhhhh, what are we doing here?”

“have you ever trespassed before?” he replies, a smug smile on his face

“nu-uh nope, no way in hell changbin!” you say, your attempt to stop this from happening

however, changbin was already making his way towards the door, completely breaking the lock

aannnndd

he was inside

“c’mon y/n,” he says reaching out his hand to yours

even though all you need to do is take two steps forward and you're officially a criminal

you were scared shitless

what happens if you get caught omg

almost like he was reading your mind, he quickly says, “y/n, ive been here over a million times and ive never gotten caught,”

“i dont know changbin”

“hm, thats too bad, i wanted to share a secret with you,” he says, a hint of playfulness in his voice before he stepped out of the building and made his way towards his motorcycle

but of course,,,

you being a nosy bitch

“wait,”

“yes?”

“lets go inside”

you guys enter the building, the rooms getting darker and darker the deeper you go (this building is huge okAY)

if you weren't shitting your pants before, you definitely are now

an abandoned building???

and its dark???

youve seen this in every scary movie out there

it never goes well

“uhm changbin,” you whisper, as you guys continue to walk

“hm”

“i-um can i hold your hand? im scared and - actually you know what its fine its dumb you dont hav-”

but before you can even finish your sentence, his hand were already laced around yours, providing you the comfort and security that you were looking for

you shut your mouth after that, just letting changbin lead the way

passing by so many rooms, each one looking the same as the other, it was starting to feel like a maze

however , changbin seemed to know exactly where to go

‘I guess he has been here over a million times’ you thought to yourself

“were here,” he says, opening the door and letting go of your hands as he reached out for the lights

not gonna lie, you were missing the way his hand felt around yours but thats not the time to think about that

“a music room?” you asked, clearly puzzled

“yeah, you might not know this about me but i can spit barsss,” he says, letting out chuckle

“eyE”

“you dont believe me huh”

“absolutely not”

“ok, watch this”

and with that he entered the recording booth, of course not after he pressed a bunch of buttons

honestly , you have no idea what he’s doing

but as soon as he put the headphones on

*cue any 3racha song because im too indecisive to choose one*

he was,,

indeed,,,

spitting bars

you could not believe your ears

who the fuck is this

you stood there, stunned at the fact the he was rapping about real shit and not something stupid and meaningless (rip wow, she is meaNinGFUL to me okAY)

after he finished rapping, the room was absolute silent

changbin felt dumb, he thought you were gonna praise him but there you were not uttering a single word,

he need you to say something ,anything,, hell, you can even laugh

he’d prefer anything over the silence

he’s literally the ‘i just showed u my dick pls respond’ meme but its like ‘i showed u my talent pls validate me’

avoiding to make eye contact with you, he walks out of the recording booth

sitting on the couch against the wall, he finally breaks the silence

“so yeah, thats a song my friends and i wrote, its stupid-”

“its not stupid.” you say quickly

“oh?”

“since when where you into this?” you ask, curiosity filling your eyes, taking the seat right next to him

“what do you mean? music?? everyone’s into music y/n” changbin retorts, not wanting to go into detail

“hhhh, you know what i mean changbin,”

changbin doesnt know why

but he wanted to share this side of him with you

maybe because you were the first person that he has ever allowed himself to be close with

or maybe it was because you stuck around him for this long, no one, besides chan and jisung were able to do that

whatever it was, he wants to keep you by his side

he figured that showing you his true self would do just that

so after having a battle with his inner thoughts, he finally says

“my dad was really into this stuff, he taught me everything i know,” changbin beamed

“oh! thats really cool, do you still make music with him?” you say, genuinely interested, youve never really heard about his dad before

“uhmm, hes not really around for me to do that,”

aaaannd,,, thats why,, god reader smh

“oh, im sorry,” you say softly, mentally slapping yourself

“no its okay, you didnt know….he passed away when i was 11”

“what happened?,,,, y-you dont have to tell me if you dont want to,” you quickly added

“I want to,” changbin says, reassuring you

“he just,,, he just died in his sleep, apparently it was a stroke,” sighing, he looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold back his tears

“you must miss him,” you say, your voice still soft

for the first time since youve met changbin, he resembled a piece of glass

so fragile

he was giving you a piece of him, letting you see clearly a part of who he was

and all you wanna do is make sure that you won’t break that piece

“he built this studio...wanted to start his own music company,” he continued as you sat there just listening to him

“my mom hates it though, she stopped funding this place as soon as she can,”

the mention of his mom suddenly brought you back to the deal that you have made 2 weeks ago

and god, you felt guilty

you were here, trying to change him, when nothing should be changed

sure seo changbin had a bad reputation but he is not bad

he’s just protective is all

to be honest, he was one of the kindest, gentlest soul you have met

“i promised myself that i would continue our dream, for him and me, but mostly for him,”

“i-is that why youre failing your classes?” you ask, everything finally piecing together

“huh?”

“you dont care about school because you already know what you want to do...where you want to be”

“hm, you truly are a smart girl y/n,” he says before nodding and flashing you a smile

those words

so similar to the ones his mom has given you

but this time you weren't in the mood to pat yourself in the back

because shit, this is thE dumbest thing you've ever done in your life

after hearing this, you made up your mind, you werent gonna partake in this deal anymore

if you were really as smart as everyone says, you can get into the school you want without any problem

sure it won't be free, but your mom aint working her ass off during her nightly shifts for nothing

and so, right when you go to school tomorrow, you were determined to end it

you’d still tutor changbin, you just won't accept any of the perks that came along with it

“thank you for sharing this with me,” you say genuinely, a smile creeping unto your face

“thank you for caring enough to listen,” changbin replies, his smile getting wider

and then it hits you,

“wait, so you mean to tell me that this is YOUR studio all along??”

and at this changbin lets out the loudest laugh

and you can't help but mirror his actions

1 week later

oof, that time jump, i thought you were gonna end it the next day reader

welp,,

you work hard, but somehow satan, aka the author, works harder

Mrs. Seo had to leave for two weeks, attending board meetings around the country, and whatever principals do,,, i'm too lazy to research what they actually do

╥﹏╥

and so you spent another week, with seo changbin by your side

one week down, another to go

and when that day comes, you can finally freely hang out with him without all the guilt eating you up

this week you guys even hung out outside of the library

you’ve been with him so much, even your friends have started to notice it

“y/n, are you coming with us to the movies,” felix asks

“oh,, umm sorry guys, i cant,”

“who else are you gonna be with? i thought we were your only friends,” minho pointed out, a pout on his face

“with changbin of course,” hyunjin hissed, obviously upset that you have been pushing them to the side

“ i can hang out with anyone that i want,” you argued, really not having any of his attitude

“ you shouldnt hang out with people like him,” hyunjin retorted

you scoffed, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i mean blink once if youre being held captive” hyunjin joked, as the rest of the table snickered

however, you didn't find it funny,

who were they to talk about changbin like that??

they didnt even know him

and so you stood up, leaving all your friends calling out for you

-------------

walking to the table, you flopped down on your chair, slamming your backpack on the floor

“what's got you in such a bad mood?” changbin asks

“nothing,” you huffed, getting your materials out of your backpack

you didn't want to tell changbin that your best friends think hes the devil himself and didn't want you around him

meanwhile , changbin was annoyed

it seems like he's shared so much with you since the music room yet he still barely knows anything about you

he wondered that maybe you didn't want to be in his life the way he wanted to be in yours

but fuck it, he’s just gonna spend the time he has with you enjoying it rather than filling his mind with negative thoughts

but damn, you're frown was really bothering him

“y/n,” he says, calling out to you

no response

“y/n,” he continues, poking you on the elbow

still no response

“y/n”

You sigh, looking up at him, an emotionless expression on your face, you responded with a strong, “what.”

*insert changbin doing aegyo*

and with that , you lost it

you were an absolute madman

you never expected that the one and only seo changbin

notorious badboy

would ever do aegyo

all because you had a stupid frown on yourself

you laughed so loud

changbin doing the same as soon as your melodic laugh hit his ears

which resulted to you guys being kicked out of the library

-------------

“ i cant believe you got me kicked out of my favorite place,” you say, seated in a booth inside the ice cream parlor near your guys’ school

another one of changbins ideas

“ hey its not my fault you laugh like a hyena!” he says smiling before you threw a curled up paper tissue at his face

a couple of seconds later, after your laughter has died down

“ so, you want to tell me now why you were in such a sour mood?”

you knew that if you werent gonna tell him now that would still end up finding out about it from someone else

and so you came clean

“ its just my friends,,,, they dont think youre a good influence, wants me to stop hanging out with you” you say

“ oh,”

“ but dont worry!, i didnt listen to them, i actually told them off,” you confessed

“ why didnt you listen to them? theyve been your friends longer than youve known me?” he asks

“ because they dont know you” you reply, “and im sure if they did, they would also be friends with you”

as much as he appreciated the way you stood up for him, he didnt want you going through all that trouble

‘god, what did he even do to deserve an angel like you,’ changbin thinks to himself

“ don't tell them off next time,” he grunted

“ wh-what?”

“ everything they say about me is true”

“ changbin, no its not”

“ honestly y/n it doesnt bother me so dont let it bother you”

“ why doesnt it bother you?” you ask, wanting to know the reason

“ because its high school. after this, literally no one would care anymore. and then real life starts, people move on and worry about bigger things, things that actually matter more than the status quo. let them say what they say.”

and just like every other time, changbin has left you stunned

the arrival of Ms. Seo - tuesday

a week has passed since the ice cream parlor

and Ms. Seo was back in town

this was it

the day you finally put a halt to it

and you were beyond ready

you haven't seen changbin all day

you figured that since his mom was back then he was also back to avoiding the school like it was a plague

you entered Ms. Seos room, determined

“Ms. Seo -”

She puts a hand up to her lips, signaling you to be quiet

‘bitch omygod i literally cant keep doing this any longer,’

‘its already been over a month’

so you ignored her warning

“im not doing this deal anymore. I’ll still tutor changbin but I won’t change him,,,, and you can keep your stupid money,” you let out, releasing all the bottled up emotions

“is that all,”she replies

“yes”

“then you may leave”

what???

it was that easy????

you thought she was gonna stop you, force you to hold your end of the bargain

if you knew it would’ve been this easy then you wouldn’t have worried over it so much

but you don’t know a lot of things

and you certainly didnt know that changbin was on the other line

later that day

you’re seated in the library

usual place, usual time, waiting for the one and only seo changbin, yet he never showed

you didn’t think much of it

‘maybe he just forgot’ you tell yourself

the next day - wednesday

here you were again, waiting for him

still nothing

you try and think of reasons why he wouldn’t show up two days in a row and can really only think of one - maybe his mom told him that he didn’t need tutoring anymore?

but surely, he would tell you

right ???

sure you guys started off on the wrong foot but you were friends now

at least you thought so

you decided to just give him the benefit of the doubt

‘maybe he’s just busy’

2 days later - friday

you’ve tried everything you can do to get a hold of changbin

all your calls went straight to voicemail

texts were left on delivered

you didn’t even see him around school anymore

it was like your worlds never collided and he was never a part of yours

you were starting to get worried, what if he got himself into trouble

“look who decided to show her face,” hyunjin comments as you took the seat next to him

ever since the day you guys had your argument, you have never been able to talk to him about it

“im not in the mood,” you reply,

hyunjin sensing that you were exhausted,

“hey,” he says softly, “what’s wrong?”

“nothing”

“y/n please, we’ve been friends for over 3 years, you don’t need to lie to me”

“aren’t you mad at me?”

“no. im upset that you’ve been pushing us to the side for your little boy toy but im not mad,” he says giving you a soft smile

hhhhh, it was times like these you remember why he was your best friend

hyunjin was just so thoughtful, so caring

you return the smile he gave you as you pulled him in for a tight hug

“I’m sorry hyunjin”

“it’s okay, im sorry too, now tell me what’s wrong?”

“it’s just changbin-“

“I swear to god, if he even laid a finger on you he’s a dead man”

“no!” you say quickly putting an end to his assumption

“so what happened?” he asks, eyebrows going up in sheer curiosity

and then you told him

you told him about the deal with Ms. seo

about how your relationship with changbin changed along the way

how you ended the deal

and now we’re back to changbin and ignoring you

“damn, well have you tried actually going to him?”

“i wouldnt even know where -”

and then it hits you

the abandoned music building

“hyunjin, youre a genius!!!,” you say excitedly

“thanks, we been knew”

“ i have to go ill explain later, bye!!” you say, dashing out of there as fast as you could and made your way to the abandoned building

taking the bus there gave you time to reflect on everything that has happened this past couple month

how much your life has changed since changbin entered it

he pushed you to take risks, to live out of your comfort zone, to not care about other people’s opinions

he made you feel free

and most importantly, he made you happy

the good girl has fallen for the bad boy, i told yall this was gonna be cliche right?

continuing on

just as you expected, the door was open

the dark didnt even bother you anymore, the only thing in your mind was changbin

oh,, where could he be??

could you ever find your way into this maze of a building and retrace the steps that he took when he was by your side?

as you got deeper and deeper into the building, you feel yourself start to get lost

‘fuck i already saw this door’

‘omg y/n did you really just walk in a circle’

and then you hear it

music, singing

your nightingale

you walk faster, desperate to get to the voice

and here you are now, face to face with the one and only, seo changbin

he stops singing as soon as he saw you walk in

“hey,” you whisper out yet he continued to just stand there, not uttering a single word

“your voice is really pretty, i didnt know you could sing!-”

“what do you want?” his voice, dark and firm just like the day you first met him

This caught you off guard

Did you do something wrong?

“Did i do something wrong?” you say, not aware that you have said your thoughts out loud

changbin chuckles but it was so uninviting, like he was taunting you

“ please, drop the act”

?????

“what?” you reply, completely confused

“ you dont like me ”

“ changbin, what?”

“ you're just like everyone else”

“ changbin i really dont understand pl-”

“ i shouldn't have trusted you.”

“ what?!??, no changbin, you can trust me! just tell me whats wrong!”

all the while, you guys were still talking with a glass between the two of you

ironic, since you felt like a wall has been planted around changbin and you cant reach him

“ you think i should change”

“ no”

“ what do you mean no? I heard you y/n! I heard what you told my mom, i heard about the stupid deal, the stupid money!”

(⊙…⊙,)

“ changbin, let me explain”

“ i know im known as the bad boy y/n, but you… youre even worse than me”

“ changbin.”

“ youre a monster”

and with hearing those words, the tears that you have been so desperately trying to keep just bursted out like a waterfall

changbin too, has let out his tears

and all we got now are two broken people who can clearly see each other yet are still on opposite sides of the glass

“ you're just like everyone out there that you have resented, you judged me by other people’s words, i thought- i thought that i can finally found someone i could open up to but you never even gave me chance from the beginning”

you let him talk without interrupting him

you deserved the ache you were feeling in your heart

everything he said was true

and with that he breaks down, straight to the floor, back against the wall, hugging his knees

and all you could do was watch, until you couldn't take it anymore

you finally entered the recording booth , taking a seat on the floor right next to him, mimicking his broken figure

“im sorry”

silence

you looked up at the ceiling as you sighed

he deserves an explanation

“ yes, i took the deal, but that's because i thought i needed it changbin. I may be smart, but financially my family isn't doing well. my mom already works extra shifts but it still won't be enough. my dad isnt even in the picture, i dont know where the hell he is”

and with this, changbins head slowly perks up, looking at you with his glass-like eyes, as you continued to stare at the ceiling

you were finally opening up to him

just like how he has been doing

“ i took the deal because, you’re right, i judged you, i was stupid and i never expected us to actually be friends, clearly i was wrong. you have taught me so much. you have pushed me into doing things i never thought i could do. you made me see the world in a different way.”

he’s still just listening to you when you finally took your eyes away from the ceiling and faced him

“ i understand if you dont want to see me anymore but i cant leave you knowing that i never got to say this,” you continue, afraid of the results that were about to come

“ what else are you hiding from me?” he says, but this time, he says it softly, the furious changbin that you have encountered just minutes ago was completely gone

“ i think im in love with you,” you say, quickly looking down, embarrassed at your confession

“ y/n look at me,”

“ i dont want to”

“ why?”

“ i know you're gonna break my heart”

“ you broke mine first,” and with that he lifted your chin up, making you look him straight into his eyes before kissing you

this kiss was different from your first one

it was slow but passionate, filled with all of the unsaid words between the two of you

your guys lips both slightly chapped from all the crying

yet his lips still felt like the softest pair against yours

pulling away, changbin leans his forehead against yours, his eyes closed

yours were open though, taking the sight all in before you pulled away, wiping away his left over tears

“ god, were a mess,” he finally says out loud, before he pulled you in a tight hug

“ im sorry,” you say again

“ i’ll forgive you if you promise to continue tutoring me?”

“ what ?”

“ continue the deal, get the money”

“ changbin, i really don't want to do that”

“ i know you dont. but we have to finesse my mom somehow,” he says, bursting into a smile, clearly joking

…

“eYE,,, i cannot believe you right now! You can't be serious!”

“ but i am. go back into her office tell her you’ll continue it and get the money for your education.”

“changbin! stop joking! I already feel bad about it!”

“Okay fine i just like it when you tutor me okay, its kinda sexy” he says

playfully slapping him, you guys laugh, the tension in the air finally gone

“ you know if you didnt buy me those eggs, we wouldnt be here by now,” you say, a small smile on your face

“ hmm, and why?”

“ because those eggs were the first time i realized that the most notorious bad boy, the one and only Seo Changbin, can also be soft,”

“ do not use my name and soft in the same sentence ever again,”

“ what are you gonna do about it?” you reply, taunting him

and so

he pulled you into another kiss

and another

until a series of laughter coming from the both of you interrupted it

“im glad i bought you those eggs”

hhhhhhh this ending is so rushed and so bad i just didnt wanna leave it unfinished

ALSO IM SEEING STRAY KIDS BITCHES!!!!!,,,,,, MY SEAT HELLA FAR BUTS ITS OKAY BECAUSE ILL STILL BE THERE ╭(′▽`)╭(′▽`)╯

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nctzanne · 5 years

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Bet. Eric (The Boyz) x Reader

Okay so hello everyone! FIRST IMAGINE, ONE-SHOT, WHATEVER IS CALLED FINALLY UP GUUURL. Yes, it took some time and i just feel like i squeezed my brain for this one. I really really hope you like it.

Dont go too harsh on me, remember im just starting and i need to learn more about how to be a better writer.

So, about this little story, main characters are Eric from The Boyz and you babies, of course.

Warnings: I ALWAYS tend to write Reader like a really cursing person, so if you dont like it, please tell me when you send your requests.

//SMUT, FLUFF//

Enjoy!

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Everybody knows how you feel when Eric is around you. And you can swear he feels the same way, at least you can tell by how your relationship is with him Always being so soft, holding hands, telling how much you miss eachother. But that is what friends do sometimes, right?

Hwall laughs loudly at that statement, making you blush almost instantly.

-Please tell me if you see me doing that with Sunwoo, and maybe i’ll believe you- He smiles at you, tilting his head to the side- I’ll prove you that he loves you nuts, i will wait for the perfect opportunity-

And so did he. His plan started with a normal conversation in Hyunjae’s place. Eating fried chicken and watching horror movies with your 12 favorite boys seemed a pretty good atmosphere to be closer to Eric. His arms holding you tight enough so you cant move, your head resting on his neck, fitting perfectly. His smell, sweet like cinnamon, is driving you crazy. You move your eyes towards his face, only seeing it from below. He looked so inmersed in the movie, the TV light making his features pop even more, his sharp jawline tensing because of the scary plot, his mouth slightly open makes you lick your lips. You feel little butterflies in your tummy when he starts rubbing your hips with his thumb. Suddenly, clothes become a huge barrier between his skin and yours.

Jacob’s scream makes you wake up from your daydreaming, while Eric jumps due to his friend’s overreaction. You all burst into laugh. He is not a good company when it comes to seeing those kind of movies.

-Hey, dont laugh at me. I dont have anyone to hug me when im scared- He hugs his pillow, you can see him pouting slightly. You giggle, blushing a little when Eric turns to look at you, you could swear that he can see the pink color of your cheeks.

-That’s right!- Hwall grabs this opportunity to start his beautiful mission, making you and Eric see how much you love eachother. - Y/N and Eric are stuck to eachother like they are glued or something- He points at you, and Eric grabs a pillow to throw it at him, letting go a nervous laugh.

-I bet that you can’t be a day without touching eachother- says Changmin without moving his eyes from the TV’s screen. He doesn’t seem to be playing, actually, he looks very serious.

You gasp too loud, and instantly separate your body from Eric’s, making you feel empty.

-Of course we can- Eric says with a playfull voice. He loved to do this, bet and win- We won’t touch eachother today, and if we win, you will buy icecream for the two of us everytime we want this month-

Wow, so that’s it? That’s how easy it was for him to stop having some kind of physical contact with you? You feel a tiny knot in your throat and you try to swallow it.

-Okay, lets do it- Hwall smiles at you and winks.

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Actually, it was easier than what you thought. Having a good time with Hyunjae and Sunwoo made it all better. While the other ones were playing videogames, the three of you decided to play Jenga.

-Look, look, its going to fall. Im 100% sure- You start doing some mental pressure on Hyunjae, letting go an evil laugh. And you were right.

Sunwoo and you start laughing, throwing your bodies to the floor. Exagerating the situation and seeing Hyunjae’s face makes the moment priceless, and your stomach starts to hurt.

-OKAY, it isnt that big deal. I will eat that chili pepper, BUT YOU CAN’T RECORD IT- Hyunjae says and he walks to the kitchen.

While laughing, you feel a cold finger poking your cheek. You turn around, facing Eric’s little body frame. You can feel how his eyes are checking your whole body, making you shiver. “I’ve never seen Eric looking at me like that, what is wrong?”

-I need to talk to you, just a few seconds. It’s important- His deep voice makes you get up unconsciously from your chair, wanting to grab his hand. But hell no, you just can’t do it. If you lose the bet, it’ll better be by his touch and not yours.

You both walk to the hall that separates Hyunjae’s bedroom from the living room. You gasp too loudly when Eric grabs your wrists with enough strenght to pin you against the wall, making a loud sound. You suddenly become scared that the sound was going to draw the attention of the boys, but you can’t deny that this is giving you an intense and delicious adrenaline

You can see in front of you a whole new Eric, a side of him you’ve never seen. He was looking and you with lust and a pinch of darkness in his eyes, licking his lips. You can compare him to an animal who is about to eat his food, and that food was you.

-I just couldn’t...- Eric is interrumpted by your hands touching the skin covered by his white t-shirt. He shivers, surprised by the courage you had to make the second move. You can feel his constant goosebumps while touching his abdomen, and how his breathing start to become gasps.

You are needy. You need his body close to yours, and now the waiting was killing you. You don’t even care about nothing else but the effects that your hands provoque in Eric’s body.

You can see that he starts to lose his mind, pressing his body harder against yours. You can feel him, the bulge covered by dark brown jeans, almost begging for release. The sudden contact to your stomach makes your pussy start pulsating slowly, feeling your underwear wetter.

-Just kiss me already- you whisper, his face is too close so you can feel his hot breath covering your face. It was in a fast move that he collided his plump lips against yours, without even opening them. It was like a 14 year old’s kiss, on those times when you liked someone but were too innocent to know what kissing was about.

But Eric couldn’t wait any longer, so he slowly started to open his mouth, giving you full access to it. You dont think about it twice and insert your tongue, exploring every corner of his wet cavity, driving you crazy the way he tries to twirl his tongue against yours. You invite him to enter in your mouth and he doesn’t protest, grabbing you lightly by the back of your neck to pull you closer, if it’s even possible.

It didn’t take that long to lose your self-control. But a little side of your brain didn’t want to get caught while making out with Eric.

-Eric, lets go somewhere else- you mumble between the sloppy kisses. He only nods, never breaking the kiss, and pushing you with him towards Hyunjae’s bedroom.

He throws you to the bed, making you fall on your back and bouncing on the mattress as he begins to take out his clothes, not even taking a break. You follow his steps and you can finally feel his skin against yours. This, adding the tongue kisses that he is giving to you in your neck, makes you moan, loudly enough for Eric to listen. He laughs deeply.

-So needy, i like that- it feels like he has changed his voice completely, now is almost like a growl coming out of his throat. You moan again as an agreement.

His hands start to roam all over your body, but skipping all the places you need them to be. You start moving under his touch, desperately trying to get more and more of him.

He understands your intentions and pleases you by kissing your breasts, painfully slow, You arch your back so he can use his whole mouth to make you feel good, and oh my god he knows how to do it. When he bites your left nipple you let go a whimper, that makes him grip your hips tighter and bringing you closer to him.

At the slightest touch of his crotch hidden inside his boxers with you damp underwear, you both sigh and look into eachothers eyes. His sweaty forehead and swollen lips makes you crave him even more, and you give him the signal.

-I just cant wait any longer, please, skip the foreplay. Im ready.- You would be so embarassed if you were lucid enough to hear what you’re saying and how, but fire is burning your weak body and only Eric could make you scape from it, taking you to the clouds.

He rips off your panties, takes his boxers off and without warning, you can feel his dick inside of you, making you bite your lower lip in pain. He groans, resting his head in your chest while you can feel his breath tickling your skin. He is waiting for you to make the first movement so he doesn’t hurt you.

-You feel so fucking tight, Y/N-This makes you tighten even more around his cock, and you feel proud on how his body twirls on response.

When you feel that pleasure takes off all the pain, you begin to rub your hips against Eric’s, making his cock move in circles inside of you. That hits the exact spots you wanted, and you can feel that Eric is enjoying it too.

Between groans, moans, little neck bites and back scratches, he starts pounding on you with no mercy, both of your bodies colliding with eachother making slapping sounds. Oh, everything is so filthy, and it only makes the knot in your stomach grow.

He starts stroking your hair and speaks with an inaudible voice covered by whimpers: -Baby, im coming, please tell me you’re close too-

That nickname doesn’t even let you answer, you just scream his name while collapsing in pleasure, shaking your body and closing your eyes. He chases his own orgasm by watching you fall apart because of him, filling you with his seed and slowing his pace because of the overstimulation.

Now the room is in silence, just the both of you trying to catch some air and looking at eachother without saying a word.

There’s nothing to be said, actually. You just fucked your best friend, and it was the best damn thing that could ever happened. You smile because of your thoughts and he smiles in return, leaving a peck on your lips.

Still inside of you, and realizing the uncomfortable position he was in -in the edge of the bed, almost kneeling on the floor, making his muscles sore- he rests his body by letting it fall against yours, not crushing you of course.

-We just lost the bet- he finally breaks the ice, making you giggle.

-We? You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself- You raise an eyebrow as soon as he looks up at you, with a cocky smile.

-Tell me you didn’t enjoy it. Unless you were screaming my name so i dont forget it and, believe me, I wont- You slap him on his shoulder. Now he seems more Eric than ever, being childish and ruining the best moments.

You stroke his blonde and sweaty hair, forgetting about everything that is going on outside. On how the guys are still watching the movie and the problematic situation that you are into because you decided to fuck in Hyunjae’s bed.

-You don’t know how much i wanted to make you mine, T/N- Eric makes you wake up from your thoughts, blushing instantly.

-I’ve always been yours, Eric. You were just to blind to see it-

Eric answers you by pnly kissing your cheek and smiling like an idiot. Your idiot

And, now you just can admit that you lost the bet. But icecream will never be as sweet as Eric’s lips.

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ch4nb4ng · 5 years

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The Badboy: Pt 3

Word count: 5.4 k

Warning: you guessed it! all the sex :)

A/N: okay guys so, originally, I was gonna make this the last part, but I’ve had a couple of you guys ask me to make this into like a series series! Im not sure how I would continue tho. After reading this, let me know if you guys want more or it should end here. As always, enjoy reading :)

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“Damn y/n, you looking soooo good, Changbin is an idiot if he doesn’t try it!” Momo screams at you completing the final touches before going to THE party tonight.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about the way Changbin pressed you up against the dirty tiles of the old bathroom at school a few days ago. Although you usually weren’t really a person to be sexual and think about sexual things, you needed to know how it felt to feel his body pressed on you, licking you up and down while you moaning his name. It was something you were becoming more desperate for as time went on

“Y/n?” Momo calls you again, snapping you out of your erotic fantasy quickly.

“Damn, you know, I don’t even want to kNOW what you are thinking about,” Momo sighed as she rolled her eyes before looking into mirror to check herself out again. You chuckled, also looking to mirror to complete the finishing touches on your hair.

“Momo, you know how I feel about Changbin, but he’s not all I think about.”

She gives a you a ‘bitch the fuck you think I’m stupid look’, completely ignoring what you said continuing to fix her outfit.

You finish the final touches and go downstairs to open the bottle of vodka that you got your older brother to buy.

“Thank you, Minho.” You smile at him sheepishly. He shakes his head at you, walking up stairs and slamming his bedroom door shut.

You take the bottle out of the brown paper bag and pour yourself a shot. You begin to cough after consuming it, a burning, but addictive sensation bouncing on the walls of your throat. This, however, did not deter you. After grabbing a chaser of coke, you have another shot. And another. And another, until you begin to feel as light as a feather. Your head is running around in circles. You plop yourself onto the couch, closing your eyes in a blissful state.

“Minho, stop, not now, she is here.” You hear faintly from downstairs. You chose to ignore it, blaming the alcohol for hearing weird things.

“Minho please, I don’t want her to hear.”

You hear the faint voice again, slightly resembling Momo’s, but you are too far away to be sure. So, to make sure, you get up off the couch and go to investigate. Feeling like a ton of bricks had hit you in your drunken state, you walk past the kitchen and grab onto the rail, preventing you from falling over like a complete, drunken idiot.

Eventually, you reach the top the of the stairs, which was also where Minho’s room happen to be. Strategically, you place your ear to the door, avoiding making any sounds to prevent them from knowing you were eavesdropping.

“Oh baby, she’s already started drinking. She won’t be able to hear. Fuck, you succ me so-”

You bust the door side open, to see Minho in his room, with his dick out, in Momo’s mouth.

Simultaneously, they both scream. Minho covering himself and Momo slowly turning around, heartbroken by the disappointment on your face.

“What-t the f-fuck,” you slur, feeling nothing but your heart pound hard against your ribcage. She approaches you slowly, waving her hands in front of your face. You can’t move. Your eyes are wide, muscles paralysed, and throat locked, almost strangling you. Stopping you from speaking completely. You hear Momo faintly repeat your name, asking ‘are you okay.’

Eventually, coming to your senses, you lift your arm, grabbing her wrist and forcefully moving your arm off of you.

“I want an explanation now.” You strongly demand them.

“Y/n relax, it’s not that big of a deal.” Minho huffs, looking at his hands, acting completely oblivious to how you are feeling. Without hesitation, your run up to him, making contact with him. You slap him across the face, fast and hard. You turn back to look at Momo, nothing but anger boiling inside of you.

“Fuck you guys. Momo, find a way to the party on your own, maybe you can get my brother to drive you. Minho, you can be more useful and drive her there, then again, maybe it’s not useful because she won’t be sucking your dick.”

A single tear escapes your from your eye, but you turn away, not wanting them to see your weakness.

You walk out, slamming the door behind you. Proceeding downstairs, you get rid of the shot glass and take at least 5 swigs from the vodka bottle, before calling an uber to go the party. You stumble your way through the front entrance of your house, making your way to the uber. You slam the door shut and let the refreshing air of the car driving with the window down hit your skin, helping the anger you had just built up slowly disappear.You check your phone. Barely being able to read it due to the altered state of consciousness you were in, you saw a green bubble pop up on your screen.You were able to read the name, her name though:

Momo: Please y/n, I’m sorry, can we talk at the party

Momo: Please call me when you get this, I’m worried about you.

You rolled your eyes, pressing the side button to turn it off completely. To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had always known that she found your brother attractive, but you had no idea that she would ever act on it. She literally promised you too. You ran a hand through your hair, another couple of tear stains glistening on your face.

You finally arrive at the party, thank the uber and walk inside. Maybe it was the events that had just occurred, or the distance of the drive, but nearly all of the alcohol you had just consumed had worn off. Completely ignoring the bunch of people who were yelling hi to you, and the toilet paper hanging on the door, you ignored them and swatted it away, heading straight for the kegs in the kitchen. You grabbed a red cup and skulled a couple of drinks, trying to settle into the environment. The more you drank, the more the furniture blended into the walls, people blending into each other as well, making it a lot more easier for you.

You subtlety scan the room, head down eyes up, seeing a lot of people you surprisingly didn’t know. However, they became irrelevant when you noticed literally the reason you came to the party. Seo Changbin. As usual, when you went to parties, which was rare, there were always a bunch of girls surrounding him. Laughing at every little thing he said, hands sprawled against his what you imagined to be hard chest, pinching his hard as a rock biceps. The sight almost made you vomit (or was it the drinking, you honestly didn’t know at the point). You laughed, noticing that he literally did not give a shit about them, until he made eye contact with you.

Everything paused for a few seconds around you as soon as he noticed you. Everything went silent. No one was around. It was like the whole room was dark. A spotlight cascading on only you two. Your heart raced a little, his intimidating gaze fixated on you making your knees a little weak. You gave him a small wave with your thumb, index finger and middle finger, before turning around and pouring some water in your cup.

You ignore your surroundings, minding your own business filing your cup, when suddenly, you feel an all too familiar grip about your hips. You grunt a little, feeling his already somewhat hard member grind into the back of you, pressing down on your ass.

“I knew you would come, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear, sending a shiver straight down your spine. You chuckle a little, moving up and down to grind into him even harder, a stifling moan escaping his mouth.

“Funny,” you whisper back, turning around to face him. You grab his shirt and pull him against you, nosing lightly touching at the tip. You maintain eye contact as you move your hand down to his member, lightly tracing his outline, “you think I came here for you.”

“Mhmm, you really are a tease, baby,” Changbin moans in a low, raspy tone, struggling to keep his body weight up from your touch. You clamp your thighs together, his tone creating dampness in between your legs.

“Y/n I finally found you.”

You turn around to see your ‘friend’ Momo coming up to you. You roll your eyes right in front of her face.

“I have nothing to say to you.” using a firm tone, Momo unfortunately doesn’t take no for an answer.

“I was gonna tell you. I really was, but I didn’t know how to say-”

“Say what, Momo? That you have been fucking my brother, behind my back for god knows how long?” Everyone stops their own conversations to look at yours. Changbin is sitting there watching you go off, in disbelief of what you were talking about.

“I knew you found him attractive okay? I told you I didn't care. But you promised me that you would tell me STRAIGHT away if something ever happened.”

Momo stands there, guilt engulfing her, speechless, because she knew what she did was wrong.

“How long has this even been going on for, Momo?” You question her, hurt evident in your tone.

“Not that long y/n, I sweat it wasn’t-”

“Cut to the shit, how long?” you ask, so close to giving up because it was just something that you didn’t want to have to deal with right now.

“4 months.” She replies, avoiding your eye contact, scared to look at the flames in filling your eyes.

“4 fucking months? 4 months. And you didn't tell me? Not once? When I would go an ask you to pick up something from my house and I’m not there, but he is? Fuck I’m so stupid, that’s why you use to take so long. Don’t ever come over to my house, or talk to me ever again.” You snap, walking out of the house. Cheers and whistles fill the room in support of you, but you were too angry and hurt to care.

You feel a hand grab your wrist, but not the touch you were hoping it would be.

“Y/n I’m sorry.” Momo pleads, tears filling her eyes.

“Momo please. I know I just yelled at you, but get away from me, before I do something I regret.” You plead with her. She nods and lets you proceed out of the front door and onto the swing on the front porch.

You plonk yourself there and look into the distance. Fortunately for you, there was no one outside. Your ears were buzzing from the loud music inside, yet you were still able to come to peace within yourself. The crickets chirping in the front yard helped you to relax. You were so angry, yet hurt and disappointed at the same time. Maybe because you were intoxicated, it wasn’t the fact that she did it. It was the fact that they did it for so long, without telling you.

The buzzing in your eyes made your hearing oblivious to the person who came outside and sat himself on the opposite end of the swing. You only noticed him when the weight of it shifted.

“Hey.”

You look up to see Changbin faintly smiling at you. All the tension in your body dissipated. A sense of comfort and warmth filled you.

You laugh ironically, “hey,” you say back.

He slowly moves closer to you, putting a comforting, rather than sexual, hand on your back, just like the first time you guys had hung out. He rubbed those all too familiar thumbs in circular motions, making you crack a smile.

“Obviously you are not, but are you okay?” Changbin asks with concern.

“I just, need to get out of here.” You look at him with a reassuring look that you were okay. But the look you gave him was full of hope that he would take you somewhere else.

“Yes of course. I’ll get you out of here.”

Changbin pulled his car keys out of his pants pocket. Standing up, he grabbed your hand to help you up. You got up, expecting him to let go. But, he intertwined his fingers in yours while walking to the car. You walk in slightly awkward silence.

“Do you want me to take you home?” He asks, breaking the silence.

“No. Please don’t take me home, Minho is there.” You beg, a tear falling from your eye.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” Guilt feels him for making you cry.

“No it’s okay.” you smile at him, making sure he doesn’t feel guilty for you being upset.

You reach the car. Changbin opens the door for you, causing you to smile and roll your eyes at the cheesiness. Butterflies filling your stomach at the same seeing the unexpected gesture from him. Maybe he was a nice guy after all.

The car was quiet. Music silently playing in the background, yet you could barely hear it. The silence isn't awkward like you had nothing to talk about. He could just tell that you didn’t want to talk until you got to your destination. You were silently thankful that he respected your wishes, which he somehow knew.

You rest your head against the window of Changbin’s car, when you hear your favorite song come on: DNA by Kendrick Lamar. Your mood changes completely when you hear the beginning instrumental. You sit up and looks at the dashboard, turning the volume dial up.

“You like this song?” Changbin questions you with great curiosity.

“Yes. Don’t you like it?” You reply, sadness filling your voice at the possibility that he may not like YOUR song.

“No, I love this song, I just thought it wouldn’t be something you listened to.”

You turn to him, furrowing your eyebrows at him. You put a hand on your chest, trying to look offended.

“Yeah well, I know all the words to the song so, watch out.”

“Show me.” He looks at you cockily, thinking that there is no way you would do so.

“Watch me.” The song starts, and your flow is perfect. You don’t miss one lyric. Body movements in completely sync with the beat. You get every single word, causing Changbin to be extremely impressed. You are very proud of yourself, feeling more confident as the song went on. You roll the window on your side down, yelling out to the side of the road, letting the cool air hit your face once again. Your body rid of all the built up anger by the time the song is over.

Forgetting where you were for a moment, your face went read, heating up from embarrassment, before rolling to window down and slouching back in your seat.

“Sorry,” you mumble, covering your face in embarrassment.

“No, y/n, that was hot. I was actually really impressed.” He chuckles, cautiously putting his hand on your inner thigh, continuing to drive with the other hand. You blush a little, feeling the in between of your legs heat up. You giggle, feeling very comfortable under his touch. You move over the gear stick, pressing the side of your face against Changbin’s,

“You wanna touch me so bad huh?” You whisper, causing him to grab your thigh hard. You groan and he gets dangerously close to your center.

You are interrupted when the car makes an abrupt stop.

“Unfortunately, we are here.” He says in disappointment, before quickly getting out of the car and running over to your side, opening the door for you to get out. You smile at him as you get out of the car.

But as soon as you get out of the car, you gasp when you looks up to see your destination. It was, a mansion with a brick exterior. ‘Well, he is known as the rich kid’ you thought to yourself. Changbin chooses to ignore your reaction, instead unlocking the door to let you both in. Straight away, you look around in amazement.

“Wow, you have a really nice house.” You breathe out, overwhelmed by the high ceilings and long hallways.

“Thank you y/n, and I will give you a complete house tour eventually, but there is one room I want to show you.”

Before you can answer, Changbin grabs your arm, pulling you down to what seems to be some sort of basement.

You become a little fearful when you walk downstairs to complete darkness.

“Changbin I’m scared. Can you turn the lights on please.”

He does so in response, exposing a strange, yet beautiful room. The base of the walls was covered in green, and covered in abstract pieces of a variety of neon colors sprawled shading it. You were amazed to see the breathtaking artwork that lie on these walls.

“Did you do this yourself?”

“Uh yeah,” he replies quietly, somewhat embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck with his right hand,

“I did it a while ago actually. I do love art, but that’s not my main hobby.” He pauses. He sits at the desk in front of his bed, lifting his laptop screen open.

“Come here I wanna show you something.”

You do as he says and walk over, standing right next to his side. You look up at the screen to see a bunch of green, purple and blue blocks spread across the screen.

“What is it?” Your curiosity grows the more his fingers dash around the keyboard, making the colors on the screen change in an instant.

“I don’t really show people, but I actually really like to make music in my spare time.”

He presses the spacebar, a light melody begins to play, nothing but music filling your ears.

Knowing, or knowing of Changbin, you had very low expectations. Sure, he was confident, but you didn’t think there was a lot going on his head, well at first. But you were pleasantly surprised to see his complexity through his passion and hobbies. Butterflies erupting in your stomach the longer the song proceeded. You walked over and sat on the edge of his bed as you leaned back with your eyes closed, focusing on nothing but the small beats filling your the room.

“Wow,” you sigh, “this is really good Changbin.”

Your body completely relaxes, until the music stops abruptly, moving to the next song.

“This one, is actually kinda my favorite songs I’ve made.”

Hid voice deepens as the deep bass begins to leave the speakers. A slow, sensual rhythm begins to form, a dull ache beginning to form at your core. You opened your eyes and sat up to be faced by Changbin standing right over you.He looked down at you with his eyes full of lust. He brings his lip ring in between his teeth. You stand up in front of him, the desire radiating off his body was enough to pull you in.

He continues to look down at you, bringing a hand up to your hand, slowly making his way up your arm until he reaches your neck. You stay still as he pushes the hair on your shoulder behind your ear. You lean your neck to the side, grabbing onto his hand with your own, tracing small circles over the small tattoos on it. You close your eyes again, allowing yourself to give up to his touch.

Without you knowing, he cocks his head to the same side, moving closer to your neck. He blows on your collarbone, allowing you to feel his hot breath against you. He presses soft kisses down your neck, until he almost sinks his teeth into your collarbone, a sharp inhale leaving your mouth.

“F-fuck,” you groan as he continues to suck on your sweet spot that you knew would be covered in a gradient of purple and blue in the morning. He brings his other hand to your side, moving it up and down your side in a soothing manner.

“I can’t take this,” you snap in frustration, pushing him off of you and onto the bed. He sits with his legs wide open, inviting you in. You sit on top of him, legs nearly wrapped around his back, arms wrapped around his neck as you pull him close into your chest. You look down at him, before lowering yourself. He looks down, before you take his chin in between your thumb and index finger, giving him no choice but to look you right in the eye.

You slide a hand down his shirt, pressing it against his stomach before smashing your lips against his. Fireworks are ignited in your body as your lips move against his. You push your tongue against his lips, in which he gives you access straight away. Your tongue dances over his, a cool sensation running over you when his tongue ring comes into contact. Simultaneously, you begin to barely move your hips against his crotch, lightly straddling him. He disconnects from your lips and starts working on the area he was before. A small moan escapes you again at the sensitivity of his tongue piercing. You begin undoing the buttons on his shirt, one by one, before ripping it off completely, exposing his well-defined pecs and abs. Thank god you weren’t standing, because your knees might have buckled from the sight.

Catching you off guard, he flips you around, leaving you on your back, him hovering over you. He places his hands over yours as you begin to rip your dress up and over your head off of you. Changbin licks his lips when he sees you in nothing but the black lace lingerie set you wore underneath.

He chuckles, before pressing his lips to yours again. This time, in a slow and gentle manner. He kneaded your lips, a muffled groan released up against his lips.

He leaves your lips once again, before moving down to your chest.

“Lift up,” he whispers, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the side.

You face turns a light shade of red at being exposed like this in front of him.

“Fuck y/n, you are so beautiful,’ he grunts, before diving in between your breasts. He presses gentle kisses across the inner part of your left breast until he reaches your nipple, which he has no mercy for. He begins to suck, hard, flicking his tongue very fast from side to side. You arch your chest off his bed slightly. You run your hand through his hair to guide him where you wanted him to be.

He moves away from your chest and moves down to your stomach pressing small, wet kisses down your stomach. He moves down in a speedy manner, before stopping write above your panty line. He pauses for a moment, before continuing down over you clothed clit. He begins to move his tongue in circular motions against you, a small whine escaping your mouth.

“Changbin please,” you whinge, causing him to chuckle at your pain.

“Tell me,” he says, beginning to pull your panties down your legs, past your knees and off of you completely. He bring his hands to you inner thighs, rubbing them up and down to tease you even more.

“I want to feel that fucking tongue piercing on me baby. I know you can make me feel so good,” you whimper, causing a flip to switch in Changbin. Without hesitation, he pushes his tongue into your already wet folds, simultaneously entering two fingers inside of you. You scream at the sudden contact, opening your eyes widely to see him looking straight back at you, lapping up your juices.

You moan loudly, grabbing a fistful of the doona cover in your left hands while running the other through his hair.

“You like that baby?”

“Oh yes baby,” you cry out.

“Mmm,” Changbin hums lowly on you, the vibrations running through yout, adding to the satisfaction of his tongue on you.

You hold onto his hair tightly, beginning to buck your hips up and down, riding his tongue. Your face begins to form an ‘o’ shape, looking at Changbin, who refuses to break his eye contact with you.

“Fuck me Changbin, i’m gonna c-cum,” You whine out.

You hips begin to become sporadic, the intense pleasure starting to become too much for you to keep a consistent pace.

Changbin chuckles, before ejecting his tongue and his fingers from you, causing you to whine from the abrupt loss of contact.

“Changbin, are you fucking serious?” You snap, causing him to laugh in your face.

“Listen here, sweetheart, you think I’m just gonna let you cum that easily huh? After you have been teasing me for the past two weeks?”

He moves closer to you, pressing one finger to your lips. Frustration begins to rise in you at the mention of that nickname that you absolutely hated. This was when you decided to take control.

Moving closer, you grab him by the belt,

“You know how I feel about that fucking nickname,” you hiss, before throwing him onto the bed this time. You kneel down onto you knees, pressing a soft kiss to his ankles. You move up, hands slithering up along his shins, then his quads, inner thigh, all the way up to his cock. You rip his belt off and rip his pants off. Placing your hands on either sides of him, you lower your mouth slightly onto his tip, circling around and on his slit.

“Oh shittttt,’ he shivers, not expecting you go down on him so quickly, “you know me so well, sweetheart.”

You immediately take his dick out of your mouth at the once again mention of the nickname ‘sweetheart.’ Getting up, you pick up your dress from the corner of the room. Shadowing putting it on, Changbin gets up, putting a hand in front of you to stop. You smirk, knowing you have him wrapped around his finger.

“Okay fine! I’ll stop calling you sweetheart, okay?” He complains, desperate to change your mind.

“Fine.”

You come onto him again, pushing him back to your previous position, “where were we?”

You back down onto him again, this time, taking in all of him. All the way down to the base of his cock. You move up and down at a rapid rate, taking in all of him in your mouth, slightly gagging from hitting the back of your throat. You lift one hand to support his balls, earning multiple groans and moans of approval from him.

“Oh fuck y/n, you succ me so good,” he stutters. You lift yourself off of him, making a slight gag noise. You use your free hand and place it on him, beginning to vigorously stroke him at the same pace your mouth kept.

“Mmmm you like it when I succ you baby?”

You see the legs in his muscles begin to slightly tense, meaning, he was close. He puts his hands in your hair, slightly guiding you and up down in him. He begins to buck his hips a little, making sure you get every inch of him.

“H-holy s-shit baby, y-yes I-I d-do. I’m gonna fucking cum,’ he barely gets out. You chuckle, a dull ache beginning to form at your core again from knowing you were able to have such an effect on him.

However, you get your slight revenge, ripping your hand away, disconnecting from him quickly, leaving Changbin pissed, to say the least.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?” You sass him, pissing him off to a whole new level.

He grabs your by your hips, throwing you onto his bed. Hovering over you, he grabs your arms, pinning them above your head, leaving you with no way to escape.

“I’ve had enough of you,” he grunts, lining himself up with you, “you’re gonna regret doing that.”

You moan in unison as Changbin plunges himself inside of you. He gives you a moment to adjust to him, before roughly thrusting in and out of you.

You scream in pure satisfaction. No one had ever been so rough with you. Not that you were complaining.

“Fuck Changbin, harder, f-faster” escapes your mouth, followed by a string of curse words. He meets your request, picking up his speed and completely slamming himself into you, hitting all the right spots and places. You feel the familiar pit in your stomach begin to build up again, and you knew at this point, it would hit you any second.

About to cum, Changbin slows his speed right down, taking his time with his thrusts. Although you were slightly annoyed at the decrease in pace, you couldn’t complain. He felt so good inside of you. It allowed you to feel the texture of the veins that ran along his cock.

“Ah shit,” changin grunts, not being able to handle stayling like this for much longer.

“Stop.”

Your tone is somewhat firm. Changbin panics, eyes widening. You get up from underneath him.

“Omg y/n I’m so sorry. Did I do something wrong?” He asks, voice full of concern and worry.

You reply by pushing him onto the bed again, climbing on top on top of him.

“No no. It’s just, let me set the pace, because I can’t handle that slow shit any longer.”

A sigh of relief comes from Changbin, before you slid down onto him. You grab onto his chest for support. You begin to bounce up and down, gradually picking up the pace to where you were previously.

“Fuck y/n, you’re so tight,” Changbin moans,

“Say my name baby. Tell me how good I can make you feel.” You groan, dominance beginning to take over. He moves his hands to your ass, giving it a few slaps and tight zqueezes

“y/n, please, I’m not gonna last much longer. You feel so good inside of me baby.” He whines. He was close, you could feel it, but you weren’t much further either.

“I’m gonna cum Changbin,” you moan, about to cry from the powerful orgasm you were about to have.

“Cum for me baby,” he moans, and like that, you let out a loud scream.

You whole body shakes, back arches. You almost faint as your vision begins to blur. You feel tears begin to well in your eyes as you continue to ride out your high in him, overstimulation beginning to hit you.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” Changbin groans. You quickly gain your balance and get on your knees.

You stand over Changbin, who strokes himself at the fastest speed you had ever seen. About two minutes later, he releases onto you, traces covering your chest. You suck on Changbin’s fingers, before scooping up his left overs and taking them in your mouth, swallowing it all.

“Mmmm, you taste good,” you moan in approval.

However, about 30 seconds later, embarrassment begins to run through you. You became a whole new person during sex, it almost scared you. You sat on his bed, the room filled with complete silence.

“You-” you both start at the same time.

“You go first Changbin.”

“I was just gonna say, you can stay here tonight if you want. I know you don’t really wanna go back home and see your brother tonight.”

Shyness takes over him and he draws patterns on the floor with his foot.

“Oh um, I mean thank you but, I don’t have anything to sleep in or any-”

“My sister is upstairs, I’ll give you something from hers.”

“Okay then. I’ll stay here.” You smile, before he walks up to you and gives you a small peck.

It was nice to see the soft side of Changbin that you knew most people would never see.

“Can I shower?”

“Oh yeah, um, the shower is down the hall and first door on your left.”

You nod at him, before proceeding to the shower.

You turn on the water, closing your eyes as hot water cascade down your now exhausted body, standing there and doing nothing for a solid 10 minutes. You run your hands through your hair, trying to process the events that had taken place this night.

“Hey baby,” you hear a deep, gravely voice.

Suddenly, arms snake around your sides, “what do you say?”

Excitement rushes through you. Before you know, you are on your knees again, Changbin’s cock in your hand.

“Why not?”

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Masterpiece | Part II

Pairing : Yoongi x Reader

Story : He’s looking for heartbreak and inspiration, and you’re just looking for a new laptop.

Set during the writing and recording period of Love Yourself: Tear. Involves angst, fluff, and smut. Multiple chapter series. 5.9k words in this part :)

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Staring at the stranger beside you indignantly, you couldn’t help but show your surprise at his words. This earns a smirk from him, which you can’t decide if you love or hate.

“I’ll buy it for you, Y/N. If you’ll let me buy you a coffee too.” His words follow the smirk just as confidently, and you narrow your eyes suspiciously. The dingy store’s owner gives a low whistle of disbelief, seemingly just as confused as you were.

“What’s your name?” You demand, crossing your arms to close the open air between your body and his. His hard, no doubt fit body…he certainly wasn’t chubby like the blonde guy.

“Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” At this, he extends his long-fingered hand to you, waiting for you to slip yours into his. Swallowing, you reach out and grip it lightly. His hand is cold, and smooth. His skin seems to electrocute yours, and after a moment in his firm grip you wrench your hand back.

“And why exactly are you buying me a laptop, Mr Min Yoongi?” You arch an eyebrow, pulling your arms back into a somewhat stern cross again. It feels childish and no doubt looks it too, judging by the amusement dancing in his deep, dark eyes.

“Because I’d like to interview you, and paying you for your time seems only natural. Plus, I have the money for it.” He throws the last sentence out like an easy addition, shrugging his shoulders naturally.

“Yea, I noticed the ring.” You scoffed at this, unable to hold it back at how ridiculous it was to be smug but not show your wealth until someone asked. What a…snob?

His jaw hardens and a sliver of the amusement drops from his eyes. Whoops. He breathes in deeply before addressing you again. The words that come back out sound no longer lighthearted, but annoyed.

“Look, take it or not, I don’t care. Just make your mind up. Either I buy it for you and get that interview, or I can pay for it and walk away with it. I was here first.” His gaze is intent on you, and you feel your cheeks become hotter with embarrassment. How did you always manage to make yourself seem like a fool, you thought to yourself quietly. No wonder you’d been single for over a year; you didn’t give off good girlfriend vibes, whatever the fuck they were.

“I’ll take it.” The words are out of your mouth before you can properly consider it, and once they were out they sat in the cold air of the shop. A smile crept across Yoongi’s face, and then the shop owner broke the thick silence.

“So, Yoongs, I’ll ring it up?” Yoongi nods to the man, and peers at you as though inspecting you. Feeling as though you’re compelled to say something, you clear your throat and thank him. He shrugs again, as though buying strangers laptops was something he did all the time. You were certain it wasn’t. Somehow, between his dark clothes, demeanour, and his steeled gaze, you didn’t pick him for the type of guy to hand out MacBooks like Oprah.

“Where are we having coffee?” You direct towards his shoulder, as he faces the machine to swipe his Platinum credit card. Without glancing back at you he answers, throwing the words over his shoulder in your general direction.

“Wherever you want, Y/N. My shout.” The last two words come out with a wink, and he tugs his card from the machine and faces you once again.

“Here you are, Y/N. I’m Chaen, by the way.” The store’s owner hands you the bag with your new laptop in it, a grin on his face though still obviously a little confused. Thanking him and promising to come back next time you needed anything electrical, you took the bag from his hands and made your way out of the store. Yoongi followed behind you, shaking the man’s hand as though they were good friends. Grabbing your raincoat from the stand, you pushed the heavy door open into the small alleyway. Noting the rain had stopped, you shoved it into the bag with the MacBook box. It was still overcast and chilly, so you were thankful for the warm jumper you’d been smart enough to pick out. Whipping around, you faced Yoongi and bit your lip. Where should you two even go? He seemed to be thinking the same thing as he stared at you, clearly waiting for you to voice your decision.

“The cat cafe.” Pleased with your decision, you attempt to throw a friendly smile his way, only to be met with a bemused one.

“A cat cafe?” He laughs. “I could’ve guessed, Y/N.”

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Why had he invited her? Well, he supposed, she was as good as any person to ask. A pretty girl like her? Surely she’s had her heart broken by some obnoxious jock at least once in her lifetime. And if he wasn’t any good at the questions, it was only a loss of a few thousand won that he wouldn’t miss. Plus, he would know not to do any more of them. That’s what this is then, he decided. An experiment.

She sits across from him, a white and brown kitten on her lap. Sinking into her oversized lilac jumper, the kitten seems to be falling asleep, much to her delight. Looking down at the little animal and stroking its small ears with her delicate fingers, Yoongi feels something tighten in his chest. A strand of her hair falls into her eyes and she tucks the unruly piece back behind her ear. Looking up, she meets his eyes and he coughs in a not-so-subtle attempt to hide his blatant staring.

“So, what’s this interview anyway?” Her voice is pretty and light, and Yoongi thinks for a second before answering. He has to be careful with what he says, especially since she seems unaware of who he is. She’d been a little confused at being ushered to the back and tucked away in a little booth - luckily he’d managed to convince her the rest of the cafe was too loud to record properly.

“It’s for a project I’m doing. On heartbreak.” She cocks her head and furrows her brow a little at this.

“Oh…and they’ll just be a few questions, then?” Yoongi nods at her question, perhaps a little too enthusiastically as she scoots herself and the kitten towards the window. Shuffling over so she’s directly facing him again, he tries to set her mind at ease.

“I just need reliable answers and it won’t take that long. I promise.” She seems convinced, or just like she’s giving up. Settling back into the plush of the booth, she sighs and closes her eyes for a moment. Yoongi watches her, enthralled by the way her delicate collarbones peak out from the top of her jumper. She opens her eyes again, and his own jump back up to her face.

Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans he pulls out his phone, opening the recording app and setting it in between them. Pressing the record button, he starts.

“So, Y/N, have you ever had your heart broken?”

He’s pulled his hoodie back, and you can see now that his hair is black and makes him even more fucking handsome. His question is calm and controlled as he watches you from across the small booth’s table. Nervously stroking the kitten in your lap, you paused before answering.

“No.” He doesn’t seem pleased by your answer, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his seat. As he does, his hands lay out on the table and his jumper is pulled up. Sitting on his wrist shines a Rolex, brand-new and gleaming. You instantly reach out to touch it, stopping yourself just before making contact.

“Is that a Rolex?” You ask, eyes wide. You hadn’t actually ever seen one in real life before, and no one you knew owned one, that was for sure. In fact, you weren’t entirely sure anyone bought them other than celebrities and business men with too much time on their hands…or rather, wrists. Definitely not dark, brooding guys like the one sitting across from you.

“Yea, it’s a Rolex. Says so on the face.” His smart-ass comment and smirk annoys you, and you pull your hand back quickly. He definitely was fond of smirking, you’d give him that. Frustratingly, it made him even more attractive.

“I can read.” Your retort sounds stupid as it leaves your mouth, and you regret it instantly. Hurriedly, you switch the conversation back to what it’s supposed to be about.

“Why heartbreak?” Your question seems to puzzle him, and his eyes leave yours to look out the window into the pouring rain. Outside, the trees swayed heavily with the weight of the wind, Seoul’s streets a mix of green, grey, and various lights shining through the haze. It was beautiful.

“Why not?” He’s turned his attention back to you now, resting his chin in his pale hand. It framed his face, and for a spilt second you wondered what they’d look like around your neck. Shaking the image from your mind, you motioned for him to explain.

“Love is a difficult emotion. That’s all.” He brushes it off nonchalantly, then turns the questioning back around.

“What do you do for a living? Between school, that is.” His question doesn’t seem to have anything to do with his chosen topic, but you answer it anyway. Lucky for him, you’re starting to feel a little more comfortable in the warm cafe. The kitten on your lap purrs softly, the hot hazelnut mocha relaxing you.

“I work at a cafe. It’s a little quaint, but it’s okay. It’s the best I can do for now.” Hoping he’ll leave your life at that, you open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it.

“Do you like working there?” His face seems genuine, and the question is natural enough. You shift slightly in your seat, and the kitten stirs.

“I do and I don’t. I guess it’s just one of those things.” The kitten bounces off your lap, and you pout a little as it prances across the cafe to a couple walking in from the rain.

“One of those things?” He really won’t give up, will he? You look down into your coffee, bringing it up to your lips for a quick reassuring sip.

“Yea. Life. Have to get money somehow.” He sips his coffee, which he took black, unsurprisingly. Setting it back on the wooden table, he licks the drink from his lips. You instinctively stare at his mouth, the way his tongue darts across the soft pink. Feeling a familiar warmth in your crotch, you bring your eyes swiftly back down to the brown beverage in your hands.

“I love what I do. Do you want to see?” You peer up at him. What the fuck? That probably wasn’t safe, right? Then again, you couldn’t help but be intrigued by his proposition. Besides, you had nothing better to do, and the man did buy you a MacBook.

“We can continue the interview there, if you like.” Your answer is greeted by a gummy smile, and he suddenly looks soft and inviting. Just as quickly as it appeared, though, it’s snatched away as he brings his mouth back to a smug, subtle smile.

“Cool. I’ll call a taxi.”

Why was he bringing her back to his studio? He had no fucking clue. As he paid the taxi driver and stepped out into the rain, he pulled his hoodie back onto his head. She reached into the MacBook bag for the scrunched-up raincoat, wrapping it around her body but leaving the hood down. Maybe she just didn’t care about how she looked, he thought, and the rain started to wet her hair. Grabbing her arm, he tugs her into the building. Unmarked, BigHit logos are nowhere to be seen. The company had agreed to keep it clear of anything that would bring attention to the building that held all their personal studios; that way they could work in peace, without the incessant fans and management. Keying in his personal code, the door swung open. The lobby inside was marble and modern, and he heard her gasp at the presentation of it. He hated it, to be honest. It felt cold and uninviting, though ironically people said the same about him.

Walking up to the elevator, he pressed the button to his studio’s floor. In fact, all the boys’ studios were on the same floor. It was a big fucking floor.

The silence in the elevator was palpable, but Yoongi simply felt like he didn’t know what to say. She was chewing her plump bottom lip, and between her slightly damp hair and delicate features he felt stumped on what to say. Usually he never wanted to say much at all, but now he kinda longed to say something to her. It’d be great if he just knew what to say.

He wasn’t sure why he’d suggested it, like the cafe, but he definitely wanted to show her what he did. That much was clear. He liked her sense of humour, her way of putting things. She seemed almost…whimsical.

The ping of the elevator jerked him from his thoughts, and he pointed out into the extending hallway.

“Those are a lot of rooms. Which ones is yours?” She looks at him, eyes wide at the length and breadth of the expensive-looking way ahead.

“Follow me.” He sounds smooth and his pitch is normal, thank god. For a second he thought he’d choke on his words looking into her eyes. He wanted to fuck her, dammit.

Walking into the room was a stark contrast from the marbled floors and walls of the rest of the building. It was unlit, save the grey light of the late afternoon rain shining in from an open window on the end wall. There was a couch, big enough to double as a bed pushed against one of the walls. The rest of the room contained computers, a keyboard, microphones, and a whole array of other recording devices you couldn’t even begin to guess at. The monitors were massive, and when Yoongi shook the mouse the screens displayed various softwares, all seeming to do with music. He ran a hand through his hair, then turned back to look at you. He looked almost nervous, as if searching for your approval, and you felt that feeling in your stomach again. Lit up in the grey, rainy light and the soft white of the screens, he was so good looking you thought you might pass out right there and then. Instead, you felt arousal prick at your body. Fuck. Trying to push it away, you finally spoke.

“You’re a musician?” His shoulders relax, and he leans back against the desk on a rare spot that isn’t covered in sheet music and other scribbles of paper.

“And a producer. I’m in a group.” He points at the small couch underneath the window. “Wanna finish the heartbreak and shit interview?”

“I hope it doesn’t involve literal shit.” The joke is bad and poorly timed, and you cringe at the bluntness of it. “Sorry, my jokes are…well, shit.”Surprisingly, he bursts out laughing. You join him, releasing some of the tension in your shoulders as the two of you fill the air with the sound.

“Nah, no shit.” He walks over to the couch, clearly amused. Plunking down, he pulls his phone back out again. As you sit down next to him, you accidentally read the top message on his screen as he turns it on and goes to lock it. It’s from some guy named Namjoon, and the only words you made out were ‘tear’ ‘soon’ and something about dinner with the guys tonight. Interesting, you thought. So this Yoongi guy apparently has at least two friends, Chaen and this Namjoon. And who were the rest of the guys? Before you could think more on it, though, he turned to face you.

“Can I propose we do something else instead?” He looks nervous again, but this time his eyes are…fixed. He knows what he wants. His stare runs through your whole body, and you push back a little further away from him.

“What do you suggest?” Your voice is barely a whisper as his eyes cut through you, trailing down from your face over your breasts and down to your hands in your lap. Bringing them back up, he stares at you intently from his spot just a metre away.

“I want to fuck you.”

Yea, he’d just said it out loud. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. Looking at her, watching her, showing her something so intimate to him. Her stupid little joke, her loud and shameless laugh. He wanted to fuck her, plain and simple. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually had a good fuck. It had been some girl from another idol group, and she’d been tight and compliant but…not quite what he’d needed. He’d booty called her a few times, sure, but things had ended once she’d figured out he wasn’t looking for a relationship. Of course he wasn’t looking for a fucking relationship, why the fuck would he?

You froze at his request, realising he said it in all seriousness. Shifting on your butt, you tried to push a little further away from him but your back hit the wall instantly. He spoke again, less intensely this time.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine. It would just be sex, though. I’m not looking for anything, and don’t feel obliged because I paid for that laptop.” His words take a moment to sink in, you feel nothing but shock throughout your body. But then, something else creeps in. Those lingering feelings of attraction and lust all hit the critical points in your being. Basked in the grey of the rain, hearing it pour down outside, it mixes with the soft whirr of his computers and various electronics. Looking at Yoongi, wearing his black clothes with his black hair, his handsome face with a sensual expression. You couldn’t believe it. You were actually contemplating fucking him.

He seems unnerved by your silence, and moves back on the large couch.

“The back goes down and we can pull it out, so it’s like a bed. I sleep here sometimes.” His confession barely makes its way into your ears as you continually toss about his proposition. Over and over it whirls around in your head, but finally you start to think clearly. Why not? You hadn’t had sex in over a year, and this was one of the only days you hadn’t had class, study, or work in literally weeks. Why not take the opportunity, you thought.

Heart pounding in your chest, you bolted your body towards him, practically throwing yourself on top. Inches away from his face, you nodded fast before you could back out.

“Yes,” you heard yourself say, “I’ll fuck you.” There it was, that smirk of his. This time it was more implicit than the others, the presence of sex hiding behind it.

“Just this once.” You add with a rush at the end, just to make sure he doesn’t get any ideas. He turns his smirk into a grin, then brings his smooth hand up to cup your face. His long fingers take a disobedient strand of hair, tucking it back into place with a calculated slowness to it.

“Works for me.” He gives you a dark wink, then suddenly his hand is gone from behind your ear. Your skin feels hot where he’s touched it, and despite any reservations you had you felt your panties become a little wetter. Dammit. Your body was almost betraying you.

Standing, he started clicking something on the side of the bed. You stood too, realising he was pulling it out so it could become an even larger bed. So you could fuck.

Pushing you back with one arm, he grabbed the underside of the furniture and tugged hard. It pulled back from the wall, the back falling to become the top of a bed. Clicking the buttons back into place, he then reached up into a higher cupboard to pull pillows down. Throwing them down onto the plush now-bed, he also pulls down a single white sheet.

In an instant, his lips are on yours. Kissing you hard, he places his hands on your hips and pushes you down onto the bed in a rush. Bouncing against the soft mattress, you both shimmy up to the top. He pushes a pillow under your head, still feverishly kissing you. He nipped playfully at your bottom lip, his hands now exploring up under your jumper. You could taste the coffee on his tongue, in his mouth, and no doubt he was tasting your hazelnut mocha. As he ran his tongue across yours you gasped a little, and he smirked against your mouth. You felt as though your whole body was on fire, particularly the spot between your legs. It felt like a distant, yet all-too-familiar ache.

He shifted his hard body above you, moving his top half off your body. Pulling off his hoodie, he threw it to the side with abandon. Coming back down, he supported himself with his elbow beside your head. You bit your lip, expecting more hard and rough coffee kisses. Instead, he slipped a hand between your thighs, meeting the denim of your cuffed blue jeans. He groaned a little, closing his eyes for a split second before rubbing a little harder, hard enough to meet your pussy through the fabric. Suppressing a soft moan, you bit your lip a little harder, tasting a small amount of blood in your mouth. Pulling his hand from your jeans and between your thighs, Yoongi reaches up and pulls your bottom lip out from your teeth.

“Take off your jeans, now.” The ‘now’ is said like an order, and a shiver of anticipation runs through your core. He rolls off you, sitting next to you patiently.

“Hurry up, Y/N.” That one was definitely said like an order. Unbuttoning your jeans with shaky hands, you pulled them off your body without a second thought. Throwing them to join his hoodie, he suddenly brings his body back on top of yours.

“Good girl,” he whispers, hot breath in your ear tickling your senses. “You’re good at taking orders.” Fuck, his words ran from your ear straight down to your heat. His head comes back down, his lips pushing against yours again. Opening your mouth for him, the tip of his tongue curls around yours. Now, his free hand is running along your inner thigh, slowly making its way closer to your wetness. Each inch feels antagonising, and the closer he gets the more you feel as though you’ll explode without his touch.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” His order is directed into your mouth, and you murmur back quietly.

“Touch me.” You don’t have to elaborate; Yoongi gets the message. His long fingers start to rub you through the thin fabric of your panties, and you moan against his swollen and wet lips. Through half-lidded eyes he brings his mouth from yours, his lust-filled eyes staring right into yours. It sends a twitch through your whole body, and he presses harder with his fingers. The pleasure is intense but manageable, just hard enough to feel good but not hard enough. He’s teasing you.

“Press against me.” He utters the words so lowly you could almost swear you’d imagined them if you hadn’t seen his soft lips shape out the words. Every nerve in your body is electric, tingling. Rolling your hips, you push harder against his hands and he rolls his fingers less gently. The pressing feeling becomes more intense, and you whimper against his touch.

“You’re so fucking hot.” His words are said roughly, and he latches his mouth to the sensitive skin of your neck. He sucks hard on the skin, and you can’t hold back the deep moan that comes up from your throat. The sensation of his sucking paired with the rubbing friction of his fingers pushing your panties against your clit bring you close to the edge, and you know he can sense it. His mouth leaves your skin with an audible pop, and he looks down at his handiwork with a gleam in his dark eyes.

“That’s gonna leave a mark.” You press harder against his hand, getting closer and closer to your peak. Slowly, he runs his hand away from your soaked panties and back down your inner thigh, and you let out a dissatisfied grunt. Dropping your hips back down to the mattress, you hum against his ear.

“Not gonna let me cum?” You’re bold, but you don’t care. You catch his lobe in your mouth, running your tongue over it and around his piercings. You hear his sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth, and his hand hovers over your inner thigh. Without warning, he slaps it. Not hard, but hard enough for you to bring your mouth away and yelp softly. He chuckles, nuzzling into your neck a pressing down a kiss.

“Not yet, baby.” His words vibrate against you, and he lets his teeth graze over your new hickey. Already turning a dark shade of purple, it was very…him.

He starts kissing his way down your body, making his way to your collarbones before grabbing the end of your jumper and pulling it up your torso. Arching yourself against the bed you lifted your arms up, allowing him to pull the jumper from your body. Beating him to it, you reached under yourself and unclasped your bra, pulling it off your arms and throwing it off somewhere onto the floor. He started down at your breasts, looking mesmerised and hungry. That tantalising smirk returns to his lips, and he wastes no time in latching his lips to your right nipple. Rolling the hard bud around with his tongue, he flicks at it and pulls the other with his hand. They’re erect at his movements, and he runs his tongue over your breast moving down to your stomach. Kissing past your navel, he reaches the line of your panties and breathes out softly against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Hooking his index fingers into the waistband of your panties, you feel the cold of his silver ring against your skin. He pulls the fabric down slowly, and you close your eyes to savour the moment. Slipping them over your feet, you hear them join the rest of the clothes on the wooden floor. Daring to peak your eyes open, you look at Yoongi perched on the edge of the bed, looking directly at your pussy. His mouth was open a little, his eyes hazy, and his breath was long and deep. He glanced up at you, and you started to shut your legs.

His hands instantly grab your thighs, pushing them back apart. He winks at you, and chuckles lightly at your sudden display of modesty.

He pushes you further up the bed, and you adjust the pillow under you. Between your legs, Yoongi brings his mouth closer and closer to your wet and waiting cunt. Then, he licks you.

The wetness of his tongue brushing against your clit softly brings a moan up through your lips, and you press against him a little harder. He obliges, softly licking longer strokes until he’s passing over your hole with each one. Sucking on your clit, he brushes a finger against your opening, holding your right thigh back with his other hand. He starts to suck harder, and you mewl in pleasure at the feeling spreading from your lower half.

He slips one, long finger in, reaching his knuckle then curling up inside you. As he swipes your g-spot, you grip the white sheet hard in your fists. Arching your back, you push your pussy closer to him, begging him to give you what you need. The bastard grins before sucking hard, so hard you clit sends shockwaves through your body at the sensation. Locking your thighs around his head, you start to pant and let out a whispered curse as you feel yourself reaching towards your climax.

He slips another long finger in, stretching you a little as you realise how much you’ve missed the feeling of sex. And this was already the best fucking sex you’d ever had.

Slamming and curling his fingers inside you, Yoongi sucks relentlessly against your swollen clit. Like a champagne cork popping from a cold, fresh bottle into the air, you cum hard around his fingers. Pushing back against the sheet, you can’t stop the heavy flow of moans that leave your mouth as he continues to suck you gently through your orgasm. Curling your toes, your eyes roll back a little as you let it completely take over your whole body. Every inch of you feel intense, electric, dangerous.

As you come down from your high, he pulls his lips from your pussy and withdraws his fingers. You feel empty without them, but exhausted from the experience. Looking at him, you see your juices glistening wetly around his mouth and on his chin, Swiping with the back of his hand, he wipes it off, giving you a cheeky grin and looking down at you heatedly.

“Get on your hands and knees.” His voice is breathless but commanding, sultry-sounding to your ears. His black jeans are tight, his cock obviously swelling against the rough material. Seeing you staring, he cocks his head to the side with a smile.

Without a word, he slowly undoes the top button of the jeans. The zipper follows, the noise crisp in the air. Your breathing is still heavy, and you lick your lips at the sight of his bulging cock pressing against his black Calvins. He slips the jeans down first, and they pool down at his knees. Then, he teases you with a knowing look and he tugs down his underwear, his dick bouncing out. Holy. Shit.

Remembering his order, you flipped yourself onto all fours, pushing a pillow under your elbows. Feeling nothing, you look back over your shoulder at Yoongi. He’s pulling his wallet out from the back pocket of his jeans, fishing a condom out of one of the compartments. Wishin a couple of heartbeats he chucks the wallet to the floor, ripping open the foiled packet. Staring, you felt yourself get even more turned on at the sight of him rolling it down his length, all the way to the base. Seeing you watching, he moved forward and grabbed your hips roughly, jolting you back. He slapped your ass, lightly.

“Can I slap your ass hard?” The question is new to you, something you’ve never really done with your exes. Without hesitating or thinking, you agree. You want it. You want it so fucking badly.

The slap to your ass stings, and you cry out a little but bounce back towards his cock. You hear the soft murmur of “fuck” escape his lips, and he smacks you again. This time is harder, enough to bring tears to the corners of your eyes. As if knowing this is enough, Yoongi runs himself along your soaked slit, making sure to rub over your abused clit. Grabbing the pillow hard, you push back against him in a desperate attempt to have him finally fill you.

Grabbing your ass cheeks and squeezing hard, he pulls your body back and buries himself in your pussy. Slamming in all the way to the hilt, you both exclaim loudly at the explicit feeling. You moan sensually, while he grunts deeply. He doesn’t take more than a second, knowing you can handle it, before he’s slamming in and out of you hard. The slapping sound of your bodies meeting fills the studio, matching your moans with each harsh thrust. Gripping your hips, his fingers dig into your flesh as you bounce against him.

“Holy…fuck” you manage to gasp out, your eyelids fluttering at the feelings rushing from your core. He takes a hand from your hip and grabs a handful of your hair instead, pulling you even further back. His pulling is light, and doesn’t hurt your skull, but it’s enough to encourage you to move back harder.

“I’m gonna fucking cum.” His words are said through gritted teeth, and you realise you’re closer to your second orgasm than you thought. Whispering “me too” into the thick air, you feel him drop your hair as he brings his hand down on your ass, slapping it harder than the previous ones. The mix of pleasure and pain brings you right over the edge, without him needing to even brush against your clit. Clenching around him, you cum, screaming your release. He reaches under you and grabs a handful of your tit as he finishes, banging in and out of your trembling pussy as it clenches him tight. He starts to slow as he rides out the end of his own orgasm, breathing heavily. His long breaths continue as he pulls out of you, hopping off the end of the bed. You feel a tinge of sadness at the loss, almost wanting him to have stayed in you; even if only for a few more minutes. Collapsing against the bed, you flip over exhaustedly and prop yourself up on your elbows. He pulls the condom off, scrunching his nose up at the feeling. You hold back a giggle at the his sigh of annoyance towards the rubbery mess. Throwing it in the bin, he makes his way back to the bed, watching you with a fondness you assumed could be accounted to the satisfying sex you’d just had. He rummaged through the clothes on the floor, bringing up your jumper and his underwear. Sliding them back on, he tosses you your jumper.

“Just in case you didn’t feel comfortable staying naked.” He gives you a crooked smile and you return it, pulling the warm jumper back over your skin. You feel sore, your pussy stretched and your butt burning a little from his punishing slaps. You feel good, really fucking good.

He crawls up into the bed, lying next to you on one of the extra pillows. You both slip under the sheet without a word, facing each other in the soft glow of grey floating in through the window.

“It’s still pouring rain.” You say, hearing the drops falling outside in a calming torrent.

“It is.” he says, smiling at you with softer, less harsh eyes.

“Tell me more about yourself, Y/N.” Smiling and rolling your eyes at his predictable request, you snuggled deeper into the blanket, still facing him.

Looking at the girl he had just fucked, with her messy hair, her jumper slipping off her shoulder, the blanket tousled around her body, and her head resting into the soft pillow while she told him about her frustrating housemate and workmate, Yoongi could only muster up three words to sum up his state of mind.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

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kookiesandbananamilk · 6 years

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Harmony - Pt. 2

Summary: Being an idol was an entirely new experience for you, and meeting the famous Jeon Jungkook didn´t change that fact.

Words: 1756 (sorry It is so short, I am not sure anyone read these anyways)

Genre: Smut (Im blushing of myself but I aim to please), Fluff

A strong urge rushes trough you to kiss him and run your fingers through his hair, but stunned by the situation all you could do was to stand there looking perplexed, Jungkook becoming more and more visibly unsure. How did this boy manage to go up on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of fans, hip-thrusting like his life depended on it, eye-fucking the fan-cams and make both men and women swoon over him, but at the same time sit here, nervously so on the edge of your bed, looking oddly like a nervous bunny.

Jungkook wasn't sure how to react to your standstill. Usually invitations for girls to go to bed with him ended with both panting after fucking multiple times. He looked down at his feet, black socks and slightly wiggled his toes. He scrunched his nose and bit his bottom lip. You couldn’t help yourself and the next moment you found yourself sitting on top of his, your lips interlocking with his, tasting the beer on his lips mixed with a sweet, unidentifiable taste. He is taken aback by you launching yourself at him and sits unable to move for a few seconds before intertwining one hand in the hair at the back of your neck pulling you from him. He looks at you surprised, making you blush heavily and cursing under your breath for making such a bold move. He smirks, a smirk that sends shivers through your body, heating up your core, before pushing you towards him again in desperation and lust. You bite down on his bottom lip, giving it a slight pull, making him groan deeply.

He pulls at the back og your t-short tugging it over your head, The loss of his mouth on yours making you wince slightly. “This is a bit unfair”, you say looking down at your almost naked upper body, thankful that you had worn a simple but cute black lace bra today, and then at his thick hoodie. He hastily removes it and throws you down on the bed, laying on top of you, his growing bulge pressing against your core to provide some sort of release. He moved away from your lips leaving small kissed on your neck, moving down to your breast, his hands massaging one, his thumb lightly brushing your nipple under your bra. He pulls you up, unhooking your bra before launching it to the other side of the room. You laugh at the gesture, and he smiles proudly, before going down licking one nipple before sucking on it lightly, abruptly anding your giggling. He gives it a slight bite prompting a silent moan to leave your lips, “Jungkook-ah”, you can notice him smiling, and continue placing kisses further down towards the waistband of your shorts, you pushing hips towards him in anticipation.

«Eager baby?” He say giving your shorts a light pull with his teeth. He haven't even toughed you yet and you are already a moaning mess, raising your hips so he can easily rid you of your shorts and panties. He stands still for a few seconds admiring your naked body, letting the tips of his fingers trace the inner part of your legs, he leans down and places light kisses on your thighs, kissing upward, skipping the part you wish he would kiss the most with a mischievous grin, “jungkook-ah” you sigh in frustration causing him to brush his fingertips lightly over your core, and continues to kiss your hipbones, leaving small bites and kisses all over your skin, you breath heavily. “Baby, what do you want?” He asks in a low but stern voice. “Please jungkook…” you moan unable to voice your wants, pressing your hips towards him, hoping for him to stop the teasing. “Say it sweetheart”, he says, ceasing all contact with your skin. “Please Jungkook, please just touch me baby” you wine, spreading your legs more and giving his soft, light brown hair a tug. Seconds later you let out a loud moan clasping your mouth, remembering that the others were watching a movie just down the hall. His tongue liking your slit painfully slowly, taking his time to savor you. “Baby, you taste amazing”, Jungkook moans, his blunt words causing your cheeks to flush. He sucks lightly on your clit, and you moan out in pleasure and pain. He uses his long fingers to spread you and eases one long finger into you. “Fuck, how are you this tight?” He murmurs against your wet core and moves his fingers slowly before easing in another, letting his tongue flick your clit between sucking on it, your body jolting. You grip the sheets and try to think straight, your hands frantically trying to get a hold so you could drag yourself back into reality, buy the combination of Jungkooks hands and tongue makes it hard for you to even remember your own name. You find your core tightening and you press your hips towards his face to chase your orgasm, you loudly moan his name, fully ignoring the house full of people when it hits you, causing your inner and outer to shake.

Jungkook lays next to you, a proud smile on his face, giving his lips a gentle lick before leaning into kissing you again, you reach down to grab his cock, and your fingertips barely hit his clothed member. Knock, knock, knock. Jungkook sighs in frustration, «Jungkook-ah» Namjoons voice seeps through the door. You frantically look for yoir clothes, flushing, terrified that he will come in. «We have to go now, Pdnim wants us back at the dorms». «Just a second hyung!» Jungkook yells back, taking a few deep breaths before pulling on the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath the hoodie before giving you a small peck his lips still tasting of your wetness. He smiles widely, his bunny teeth visible and say «I guess we have to continue this another time», before hurrying out.

When you decide to make an apperance in the livingroom an hour later the three girls were sitting there, Sunhee and Yeji watching some kind of drama and Inhye busy scrolling through SNS. «You missed the whole movie», Yeji said in a casual tone. «Anything interesting happened?» She cock an eyebrow trying to act uninterested but you know they all are dying to know. «Uhm nothing in partiqular» you say looking down, trying yo force your increasingly red face to stay a normal colour. «Stop lying! You are wearing his hoodie and your hair did not look like that this morning!» Inhye squeels throwing a pillow at you. «We might have kissed», you mumble, Jungkooks warm hoodie, smelling exactly like you imagined it would of warm cotton, washing powder, musk and vanilla, comforting you. The girls all started talking over each other, asking all kinds of questions about how it was and do you realize you kissed THE Jeon Jungkook. You just silently retreat back to your room, imagine the warm sweater being him holding you when you fall asleep.

It was so unlike you to be this stupidly crazy over a boy. Yes, you definitely had been in love before, or at-least had crushes, but not like this, everything that happened during the next day reminding you of him. You didn’t even know if he even liked you. You had just met and had just slept together, well almost slept together, he probably did this all the time. Trying to seem cool and chill about it all and forcing your expectations to lower you turn of your phone to avoid texting him first. You had always thought of yourself as strong and independent and you were definitely not the type of girl to sit around waiting for a boy to call, but something about this particular boy made you feel like when you had your first crush in middle school.

The next few days are uneventful, rather busy with dance practices and music producing and monitoring. You are tired and your whole body aches when you sitt in the sofa in your dorms with the other members. Your hair in a bun, wearing sweatpants and watching some drama on tv you dont really know what is about when a message plings into your phone.

20.49 [Bunny]

Hey, Its JK, want to go for a drive or something?

You are not an idiot even you know a drive means sex, even if you are a rookie you know that driving to a remote location often the only way idols are able to "date". But you can´t say you are too opposed to the idea. The thought of Jungkooks slim but muscular torso, soft lips and sweet smell is enought to induse a delishious tingle in your core unlike the way any guy has done before. You have often found yourself daydreaming about what that boy could do in bed, only to come to your senses and worry that you had drooled all over the place. You take a deep breath and answer his text with a yes.

20.55 [Bunny]

Ill pick you up in thirty.

A little more than 30 minutes later you find yourself sitting in a luxurious mercedes, the leather seats making your skin stick to the seats making you curse yourself for wearing such a short skirt. You look out the window nervously using your fingertips to smooth down the hem of the skirt even if it lays perfectly to begin with. Jungkook is talking about his day and practice and his voice and slight lisp when he gets exited about something is comferting and strangely familiar and makes your heart beat at least at a normal speed, even though even his presence, his soft smell of vanilla and some kind of spice you cant really pinpoint that fills the air is enought for you to forget to breath at times. When you stop at an intersection Jungkook lays his big hands on top of yours, which are nervously fiddeling with your skirt. You hitch slightly, the softness of his touch catching you by supprise. "Hey", he says smoothly, his voice, crystal clear. "Dont be nervous". He laughs slightly moving his hand upwards, his slender fingertips only slightly caressing the skin of your exposed arms and softly grabs the hair in the nape of your neck. "Relax noona", Jungkook says with a michevous smile biting his lower lip to hold back a smile, seing your mock offended face and suffering from a few light, playfull punches to the shoulder

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emperor-lover · 6 years

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BAEE WELCOME BACK AND I'M GLAD YOU ARE FINE NOW❤❤ TAKE ALL THE REST YOU NEED BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT❤ Oh oh and can I request a Jihoon's vampire au scenario?😁

AW THANKS BABE 💕 im really glad to be back, i love writing these lil scenarios! sorry all about my whole laptop fiasco tho, it was a bit of a setback for my schedule ;; this is a long one, enjoy!! if i get anymore vampire!au requests i’ll probably put them in this universe too

Warnings: A little bit of blood mention (and a creepy dude)

Park Jihoon Vampire!AU

from an early age, you had been taught about the terrors and beauty of vampires

they were creatures that were rumoured to be living among all you humans

but they were able to disguise themselves, blending in easily as anyone else

they could be your neighbour, your doctor, your best friend

but no one would ever know, or dare to ask, because vampires would never willingly reveal their secret to a human

but they definitely existed, as there would be occasional report of farmers’ wildstock being spotted with puncture wounds

or the violent attacks involving victims who’d always had a lot of blood loss

or countless blood bags going missing from hospitals

people were terrified but no one could ever do anything about it because they knew vampires were too powerful and too stealthy in comparison to themselves

when you were younger, you always prayed that you’d never have to face the misfortune of crossing paths with a vampire, you were too scared of all those stories

but you could also never imagine any of the people in your life potentially being a vampire

after graduating college, you started wokring

it was your first proper full time job as a typical office worker working in a

the building you worked in was breathtaking, super sleek, super professional, it was where you’d always wanted to work

on your first day, your head supervisor, Yoon Jisung, introduced you to your coworkers on your floor

“Everyone gather round, this is Y/N and they are the new edition to the Marketing strategies team. Please take care of her and show her the ropes. Y/N, please introduce yourself.”

You smiled brightly, wanting to make a good first impression

“ Hi, I’m Y/N Y/LN, I’m very excited to start working with you all and getting to know everyone better. I’ll do my very best here, please take good care of me!”

A polite round of applause was given to you and most of your coworkers returned your smile

Your attention was caught by one man in particular, who could probably only be a couple of years older than you if not less, who was standing directly in front of you

His smile was blinding, and his warm brown eyes seemed to draw you in the longer you looked at him

He exuded positivity and you were glad that someone seemed enthusiastic about you being a newbie

You could feel your cheeks starting to grow hot under his gaze and you turned your eyes away

Only to make eye contact with another man who did not look as friendly

He realised you were looking at him and his eyes narrowed, startling you

you could feel a cold sweat running down your back

what was making these alarm bells in your head go off like this??

“Ok, off you go everyone, back to work, make sure you make some time to introduce yourself to Y/N during the day”

A chorus of yes sirs echoes around the room before everyone shuffles off to their respective cubicles

Jisung gave you a warm smile before pulling you over to the side out of earshot of everyone else

“Y/N, everyone is lovely here, but I must warn you. You know that we always do a mandatory background check on our employees before they can start working here….However, despite that, we can never be 100% sure if any vampires are here among us just from that..”

His eyes darted over to the man who had glared daggers at you earlier

“Over there…That’s Kim. He’s a hardworker but he’s more of a one-man team, and doesn’t like working with others. It’s probably best to stay away from him if you can..because….” Jisung gives you a pointed look

You nod vigorously in understanding

that was what your parents would say to you too before you went to school - “if they give you bad vibes, it’s best to stay away”

Jisung leads you over to an empty cubicle

“Ok, Y/N, so i given you the rookie tour, now it’s your time to jump right into it! You’ve been emailed a list of tasks you’ll need to do today, but if you have any troubles i’m sure Jihoon here will give you a hand.”

The cute brown haired man from earlier suddenly pops up from behind his cubicle and gives you a wave

“Hey, welcome to the team, my new neighbour!”

you laugh and waved back, glad that Jihoon seemed to be a very nice guy to work with

you couldn’t help but glance back at Kim again though, your eyebrows furrowing in fear

To you, it seemed clear as day that Kim was a vampire.

The uncontrollable shiver that you got from making eye contact with him still terrified you.

but you try to push that thought away and start on your work

everything is straightforward enough

the company is about to start selling a new product and you’re working in a team of 4, in charge of the advertising with jihoon, ong seongwu, and joo kyulkyung.

so you start preparing slides for the presentation at the end of the fortnight

You get along with everyone who comes over to you to introduce themselves during work breaks and a few of them have invited you to go out with them to eat lunch now that you’re part of the team

You’re fitting right in and you’re really liking the job which is always a plus, but you make sure to not get to comfortable because you’re still new

aka, you stay farrrrr away from Kim who’s as shady as ever

You become the closest with the people on your team, they’ve all been doing this job for a while now and they’re all very on to it, often finishing all the tasks they have quickly so they can go have together lunch early.

A day before the presentation, you’re tapping away at your computer, trying to get the finishing touches sorted when you get the fright of your life when Jihoon’s voice chirps in your ear

“Working hard neighbour?”

you’re usually quite observant so you’re surprised you didn’t notice him get that close to you

or maybe you were just super focused on your work

yeah…that must be it

You glance up at him and he smiles warmly back at you

“Feel free to give me a shout if you need a hand with anything ok?”

You nod happy that you’ve got such a friendly soul as your work neighbour

“I’ve already finished most of my section so I’m heading off for a lunch break, but if you suddenly need help and I’m not here just send me a text and i’ll be back asap”

“Oh…but I don’t have your number!”

“Ah whoops, that’s true, hold on pass me your phone”

You reach over to hand your phone to him and his fingertips accidentally brush yours

so cold ???

You glanced back at him concerned, but he doesnt even realise because he’s preoccupied with inputting his number into your phone

“Jihoon, your hands are freezing!”

“oh don’t worry about it y/n, it’s just bad circulation…”

Jihoon waves off your concern but you rummage round in your bag and fish out a pair of gloves pressing them into his cold palm

“Here take these! I have so many pairs and you clearly need them more than I do if you want your precious fingers to stay intact”

you laugh as you wiggle your fingers in the air

Jihoon stares at the gloves in his hand for a second before slipping them on and breaking out into laughter, wiggling his now gloved fingers back at you

“You’re a cute one aren’t you? Thanks neighbour!”

Now the blush on your cheeks was real

Is this flirting??????? lolol

Jihoon grabs his coat and heads out of the office and you let out the breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding

When he had leaned over your shoulder, he smelt like citrus with a hint of vanilla and you had been tempted to ask what cologne he was wearing so you could buy it for all your male friends because boiiiii smells gooood

You look over at your phone and smile at the name Jihoon has put in your contacts

Park Jihoon - handsome neighbour ^^

Jihoon’s phone chimes just as he’s about to take a sip from his blood bag

He smiles when the text preview indicates that it’s you that sent it and he goes to unlock his phone

But before he can, Ong Seongwu has snatched it up, his own blood bag dangling precariously between his teeth

“Who you texting that’s got you smiling like that Jihoon?” he teases

Jihoon doesn’t make a move to respond, knowing that Ong will give him so much teasing shit about him having a crush on a human

too late

“OOOO IT’S A GIRL!! She says “Thanks for being such a good neighbour ^^”

It takes a few seconds for it to click but Ong’s grin gets even bigger when he realises it’s you

Jihoon shakes his head, “It’s just because she’s new and still learning, she can’t flunk out on her first presentation…”

Ong made a mhmmm noise, clearly not buying the entire story but he makes no move in handing the phone back to Jihoon, continuing to dance around

Minhyun is just trying his best to stop Ong from spilling anything out of his blood bag and Kyulkyung just observes them all silently, sighing at the chaos

The phone chimed again and Ong excitedly reads the text again, downing the rest of his bag of blood before he reads it in a cute voice

“Hope the gloves are keeping your hands warm, it’s winter so you don’t want to get sick!”

All their heads turn towards Jihoon’s hands and NOW they understand why the guy suddenly had a new addition to his fashion accessories

“OoOOOoooooOOOoOOO bless, she’s looking out for you!”

Jihoon rolls his eyes, but if he could blush he definitely would be

He cups his face with his hands, the gloves feeling soft against his cheeks

“shut up and let me feed in peace, we have to head back soon”

Minhyun sighs, patting Jihoon on the back, “Just be careful Jihoon, you can’t let her find out about us…about what we are…”

Jihoon nods, “of course, that’s a given, i’d never risk doing anything that would get us found out.”

After they all headed back into the office, Jihoon looked back at the texts you sent him again and sighed

As a vampire it was hard enough having to hide all the time

actually…it wasn’t too bad, but just very annoying

Sometimes he really couldn’t be bothered having to put in coloured contact lenses in the morning (they made everything look slightly scratchy)

and he’d always get kinda dizzy if hadn’t fed for a while and someone particularly nice smelling came along (aka you)

But humans could be so dense, there were literally vampires everywhere around them, but people always assumed they had to look scary with dark cloaks and fangs permanently out.

There was quite a handful of vampires at the office, and most had their own clan of friends

no one really questioned where another vampire would get their supply from, which is why it was important to have your own clan

because usually if a vampire worked by themselves, it was through dirty methods

most vampires believed that if you were to work among the humans in their communities, you shouldn’t harm them

so those who actively hunted down living people weren’t particularly welcomed

So sometimes Jihoon wonders what he would be doing if Ong and Minhyun hadn’t found him when he had freshly converted

He was one of the lucky ones that’s for certain

Jihoon steps into the elevator and the only other person inside is Kim

He glances up at Jihoon and rolls his eyes

“Had a good sip from your doggy bag, Park?”

Jihoon glared back at Kim, but didn’t bother to engage in an argument

Kim was one of the lone runners

All the vampires knew he would kill people but because he would go out of the city to do it, no one really stopped him, Jihoon included

As the elevator finally reached the office floor, Kim let out a dark chuckle

“That new girl…Y/N…she’s quite the catch isn’t she?”

Jihoon froze and he felt his breath hitch in his throat

“Maybe I could have a bit of fun with her…you’re welcome to join me, I’m sure she’ll be much sweeter than those measly little blood bags Hwang gets you from his father’s hospital”

Jihoon turned round to face Kim front on, eyes blazing

“Keep your filthy hands off Y/N, Kim, I’ll only warn you once”

“Oh Park, you’ve got it all wrong. I won’t touch her with my hands, but I will with these.”

Kim bares his fangs, and they glisten menacingly

The elevator door opens and you’re standing there ready to go on your lunch break

“Hey Jihoon!” you smile brightly at him oblivious about the current situation. You notice Kim in the background and you try not to be too obvious how terrified you are as you greet him too.

“Hello Mr Kim. how are you?”

Kim smirks back at you before throwing an arm round Jihoon’s shoulder

“Just been talking to Park here about our annual MT (A/N: = membership training). It’ll be a good chance to finally get to know you better.”

You force a smile and nod wordlessly as Kim saunters off to his cubicle

You’re a bit shaken up and Jihoon looks at your worriedly

“Y/N…try your best to stay away from him…he’s bad news.”

You nod and in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere you give him a mock salute

He laughs and gives you a gentle pat on the head as he shuffles past you

As you eat your lunch in the cafeteria with some of your coworkers, you wonder if Kim is the only vampire in the office

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when someone asks you about the MT coming up

“Y/N, do you know where we’re going for the MT? Jisung has been planning it for ages and it’s been so long since our last one!”

“I’ve heard it’s going to be in Busan! Minhyun sunbae told me he was excited to go back to his hometown this year.”

All the girls collectively sigh at the mention of Minhyun and you laugh good naturedly at them

You were excited for the MT, it would be your first one and you were ready to make some good memories

— MT time a few months later —

After going on the Train to Busan (who else has watched that movie ahhh) you arrive at a campsite in a rural area

it’s super fun, everyone’s excited and there’s lots of team building games and all that jazz

also perfect opportunity for people to get all flirty with each other

When night falls, a few people head off to bed, but most of you stay out to have a few drinks and chat round the fire

You’ve already had a couple of drinks and you weren’t planning on having anymore so you just lean back against a rock and listen to everyone talk

You’re trying your best not to doze off, but the blanket covering your legs is warm and the rock is comfy

wait…what

the rock…is comfy??

you blink rapidly as you realise you’ve been leaning against Jihoon’s shoulder the entire time

“Oh! handsomeguyyy-parkjihoon-it’s-youuuu?!”

ooooh boi the alcohol must’ve hit you and you’re horrified by how your slurred words but that don’t seem to stop you

“yes y/n, it’s me?”

Jihoon is blinking down at you with just as a bewildered expression and you push yourself off so you’re sitting upright

but you must’ve done it too quickly because now you’re feel light headed af

“Y/N, you alright?”

Jihoon’s voice is soft as he gently steadies you with his hand

cold…

everything is too cold

even though he’d been drinking too, he hadn’t warmed up in the slightest

You shake your head, causing Jihoon to frown

“Why? do you want me to walk you back to your cabin?”

You shake your head again, before pulling your blanket off you and clumsily move to wrap it round Jihoon

“You’re TOO cOLD” you manage to slur out, shuffling closer to him in an attempt to conserve body heat

Jihoon is shook

You’re much bolder when you’re drunk

And now you’re fast asleep with your hands wrapped round his because “yOU fORGOT THE gLOVES? I’LL bE YouR GLOVE”

He doesn’t know what to do as Ong snickers constantly, taking photos and saying that his little boy jihoon has finally grown up

A cold breeze hits the air, and although it doesn’t affect any of the vampires, all the humans including you in your slumber shiver

Jihoon moves to stand up, taking you in his arms

“I should take Y/N back to her cabin… Kyulkyung can you give me a hand?”

it’s only a short walk to the cabin but as the Jihoon rounds the corner he immediately senses someone else’s scent

yoooo guess who>??? it’s the creep!

“Kyulkyung, take Y/N inside now, I’ll deal with this.”

Kyulkyung hesitates for a second but nods taking you from Jihoon’s arms

“Kim, what the hell are you doing outside this cabin?”

Kim’s grin is pure evil as he spits out his reply, “I could say the same to you Park.”

…….You don’t know when you came around

but you can hear a harsh conversation outside your window

It’s Jihoon and Kyulkyung

You’re about to open the window to ask them what they’re up to so late

but without meaning to eavesdrop you end up hearing parts of their conversation

“Where did Kim go?”

“I don’t know but if he’s smart, he won’t come back anytime soon.”

“Jihoon…just how badly did you hurt him?”

your eyes widen in shock

what had happened??

another breeze and the clouds dispersed in front of the moon

and in even from just the faint glow of the moon you could see that Jihoon’s eyes were a bloodshot red, and the veins all over his face and neck and arms were pulsing intensely as he tried to wipe what appeared to be blood off his shoes

You take quiet, careful steps away from the window

This wasn’t possible

“I’m just drunk, just sooo very drunk” you mutter to yourself trying not to hyperventilate as you curl into a ball on the ground

You don’t realise that they can hear you and you don’t see the looks of horror on their faces when they realise what you’ve witnessed

You hold your breath, when someone knocks on the door, and you don’t go to answer it.

The next morning you wake up with a pounding headache but a very vivid memory and you try to calm yourself before you get ready for breakfast

Jihoon spots you as you’re filling up your mug with coffee but it seems that you’re so out of it because you haven’t noticed he’s standing right next to you

“Y/N…”

You jump, spilling the hot coffee all over your hand and Jihoon and you curse in pain before apologising rapidly, and then freezing in shock when you realise it’s Jihoon

You try to stutter out a greeting but words fail you so you turn to rush off to grab a towel to wipe up the coffee and an ice pack for your hand

But you’re a step too late because Jihoon has already got a hold of your wrist and is pulling you over to your cabin

And you’re too scared to fight against him

Would Jihoon really hurt you?

His voice shakes when he finally speaks

“Y/N…how much did you see yesterday?”

You don’t know what to do, your heart is pounding in your chest

“I…Kim…What…?”

You stutter out a few words but nothing is making sense and you can feel the blood rushing to your head so you close your eyes to try block out everything

you can’t focus and you just want to run away but something is stopping you

You think back to the few months that you’d got to know him

Jihoon has always been so kind to you

He’d go out of his way to help you at work

even after you’d settled in and were no longer the newbie

sometimes he’d bring you a coffee during the break or sneak a pack of cookies over onto your desk because he knew that you’d get hangry if you were working overtime

you didn’t want to assume that he liked you but that had been the vibes you had gotten from him since you started getting close

and you happily reciprocated, like passing him your pocket warmers on especially cold days

or drawing little scribbly memos on his notes telling him to “cheer up” when work was especially heavy

and you’d freaking used him as a rock to lean on earlier just the day before

so would he really hurt you??

“Y/N please look at me”, he’s pleading with you and you when you open your eyes you can feel his sincerity piercing through you.

“I don’t know how much you saw, but please know I would never hurt you…

…I know im just a monster, I didn’t choose to be like this, but I’m trying my best to blend in and live normally…

..Kim was trying to hurt you, he was waiting for you to go back to your cabin…”

Jihoon shudders at the memory and he reaches over and takes your injured hand in both of his

The cold soothes the burn and you sigh in relief and he rubs his thumb gently over it

“If you want me to leave and go somewhere far away, I will. But after yesterday I realised how much I want to protect you, you need to understand that. You’ve been in so much danger, yesterday you could’ve -”

Jihoon’s voice cracks and he screws his eyes shut at the thought

Your heart aches watching him belittle himself

you don’t like seeing him hurting like this and you just want to comfort him

your free hand gently reaches over to smooth out the furrow between his eyebrows

“you’re still the same jihoon…all those times you took care of me, you helped me out and believed in me…that was all real. that was all you jihoon…so please don’t think you’re a monster because you’re not”

his face is smooth and cold as you gently stroke his cheek and he leans into your touch as you do so

“i’m so sorry you got dragged into this, I didn’t want you to find out this way…”

you don’t know whether it’s because of the extreme rush of emotions you experienced over the last 24 hours or because you were still drunk from the night before, but you couldn’t stand Jihoon being so hard on himself

So you reached up to grab the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to your level

As your lips pressed against his, you felt his arms wrap round your waist, drawing you closer until you were flush against his chest

and despite his body temperature still being as cold as ever, the warm energy surrounding the two of you makes you feel so safe in his arms, that you never want to leave ;;;

— extra

it’s pretty interesting dating a vampire

Jihoon eats like any other human, but you can tell his tastebuds are pretty indifferent to it all

he doesnt really need to sleep so if you’re having a late night, he’ll come round and stay up with you

or stay at the office until you’ve done all your work before walking home together

it always nice to go for late night strolls under the stars knowing your boyfriend’s got yo back

And although you’re not a big fan of horror movies, watching vampire movies with Jihoon is the funniest thing

Like he won’t shut UP

“Ok, so we do NOT look like that - and how are we supposed to turn into bats? like pls explain that logic to me?”

You just hit him on the shoulder as he continues to complain

“AND WHY DOES HE SPARKLE IN THE SUNLIGHT? I GET SUNBURNT”

and in the winter time, even though you know he doesn’t get cold, you get matching woolen hats, and they’re kinda obnoxiously cute and ‘95 line always make fun of you two at work

also Jihoon tells you all his stories about being a vampire, and how not everyone is evil like Kim

Like you had figured from that night that Kyulkyung must be one but the shock when you found out Ong and Minhyun were too was almost too funny

“wait wait wait, so im literally surrounded by vampires???”

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