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Rings - Boxer!Seokjin x Reader

Notes: HELLO! Oh my god, I know I said this was gonna be posted weeks ago, but I had so many things to fix and then so much to add in. But now it's finally here! And I'm literally sO excited to share it with you guys! I hope you guys like it! Requested by anon, hope you like it dove! Humongous shout out to @jinpanman for helping me out with this, and reading my terrible first draft! I literally owe her my kidney right now lmaooo. Love ya, doll! Have fun reading you guys, and let me know what you think!! 「 ──────── 」 Summary: All Jin knew was the ropes of a boxing ring, the pain of broken limbs. He grew up in this life, making a name for himself, the path that his father had carved out for him. He knew nothing of a gentle touch and soft whispers and a sweet girl who had no business around the likes of him. Genre: Fluff (?), Angst, Smut. Boxer!Au Word count: 17.7k (remember when I said Hearing Voices was the longest thing I'll ever write?? Lmaooo) Warnings: Description of violence, mentions of blood. Smoking, Smut, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids!), Oral m receiving. Swearing. 〘◊❒◊❒◊❒◊❒〙 "It's way too loud in here." Yoongi groans as he sits down in the usual booth, tossing his leather jacket on the table with a frown. Seokjin goes to comment that he always says that. Anywhere that's not the quiet, peaceful solitude of his apartment was too loud for him, and that he should suck it up, because it isn't very often they get to hangout in a place that's not the Boxing Gym. Namjoon slides in behind him with a smile, eyes turning into crescent moons and dimples coming out of hiding. Seokjin barely pays them mind as he sits opposite them, his eyes scanning the length of the bar to find a distracted Hoseok not ordering drinks like he said he was going to do. He sighs quietly, but allows him his moment with the pretty blonde stranger he was chatting up. Seokjin notices the way he already has her wrapped around his finger, with the way she covers her smile with a hand, the other resting against his chest as he flirted with everything he had. He catches sight of the bartender Jimin, a chipper younger man, sending a smile that reaches his eyes before his lips move. His blonde hair looks pink in the low red lighting of the bar's neon bulbs, and he sends him a wave, one that Seokjin returns tiredly with an equally tired smile. Yoongi and Namjoon are talking about something in quiet voices, the elder of the two stopping to look around when he notices Hoseok's prolonged absence. He spots him in the same position that Seokjin had and rolls his eyes, never subtle in his actions or hiding how he feels. What he gives is what you get with Min Yoongi.

"Alright, we've lost him." He says, shaking his head, and Seokjin offers to retrieve the drinks, and Hoseok. He approaches the bar first, catching Hoseok's double take and his sheepish smile that Seokjin waves off with a shake of his head. In all honesty, Seokjin wouldn't have minded if the man ditched their small group for the company of the girl he was talking to. It's been a rough couple of months for Hosesok, with him ending things badly with his girlfriend of two years for infidelity on her part - he was glad that Hoseok was finally feeling up to trying something again - even if it was only one night of indulgence. Hoseok sends him a grateful smile, turning back to his new companion to continue their conversation. "Jin! The usual?" Jimin spots him, coming over and leaning close, dark eyebrows raised with a question he technically didn't have to ask. He's been a frequent at this hole-in-the-wall bar long enough for Jimin to memorize his order and have it ready as soon as he walked in. He's always asked, though, just to be sure of his preference for the night and for the sake of his friends that he came with. He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, crucifix earrings dangling as he tilts his head, waiting for an answer. "Make it three this time, Jimin." He says, leaning close to the bar

too, so Jimin could hear him over the music. He feels the buzz of his phone in his jeans pocket, and spots the visage of Hoseok leaving with the girl and throwing a thumbs up his way just out of the corner of his eye. Seokjin taps his fingers against the wooden top of the bar counter, eyeing the fading bruises on his knuckles with disdain and a bitter taste in his mouth. A small cut that splits through the arch of his brow throbs lightly with his thoughts, barely healed, still fresh and irritated. Jimin returns with three tumblers of whiskey in hand not long after. "We'll be here for a while." "I'll put it on your tab, then. Let me know if you need anything else!" Jimin waves him off with a bright smile, shuffling away to deal with a man waving him over. It was a busy night, and Seokjin wonders how Jimin manages working by himself bustling around like a bee. Seokjin had barely turned around when someone bumps into him, his fast reflexes kick in, and he raises the drinks to avoid spilling on himself. He couldn't help the glare he sends the man's way. He looks to be about Jimin's age and too drunk to stand straight, if the girl next to him practically holding up his weight was anything to go by. "Taehyung, for heaven's sake!" You peek around him, looking less than pleased - clearly done with his antics for the night and look up at Seokjin with wide eyes, "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you. Did you spill your drinks? I can buy them back -" "It's fine, don't worry about it," Seokjin offers the second tired smile for the night. He would have called you cute - with your floral printed blouse and blue jeans cuffed at the ankles - if he wasn't so irritated and this Taehyung fellow was looking like he was going to be sick. And Seokjin would be damned if that boy throws up on him. You begin to protest, shifting Taehyung's weight against you, the boy letting out a string of incomprehensible words that are slurred and jumbled, but Seokjin shrugs, tilting his head, "Really, no harm done." He leaves you, just as you ask Jimin for a bottle of water to sober up your friend, and he carefully makes his way back to his booth. Yoongi eyes him curiously when he sits down, dark eyes sharp and calculating, and Namjoon asks after Hoseok. Before Seokjin could reply to Namjoon, Yoongi cuts in. "What was that about?" He asks, pulling his tumbler to him, the ice cubes clinking together softly. He cocks a brow, waving a hand at a nearby girl who was now giving her friend an earful. "Nothing, the guy just bumped into me, drunk off his ass." "Kids these days," Namjoon mumbles and Yoongi snorts into his drink, turning his head to face him. "Compared to me and Jin, you are a kid." "I'm twenty-five!" "Still a kid," Yoongi snarks, and quietly they chat about things that don't involve work and Seokjin was glad for the distraction. Remembering Namjoon’s previous question, he tells them that Hoseok left with someone and Yoongi nods, "At least one of us is getting some." His eyes wander as their voices fade and muddle together and he finds you at the bar rolling your eyes as you rub circles into your friend's back, looking like a mother scolding her child. "--right, Jin?" Seokjin turns his head so quickly it could've given him whiplash. He isn't sure if he had been caught staring, but Yoongi's barely hidden smirk left little to be desired and Seokjin feels heat climbing up his neck. Namjoon and Yoongi had clearly been in a heated discussion, half of it he missed, and Seokjin nods dumbly without knowing what he just agreed to. Namjoon slumps in his seat with a pout, looking much like a kid in that moment and Yoongi's smirk widens into a smile of gums and teeth, the apples of his cheeks softening the sharp edges of his eyes as they crease with a breathy laugh. He was clearly the victor of their debate and Seokjin can't help the chuckle that leaves him. "Oh, don't look now. That girl's coming over here," Seokjin perks up at Yoongi's words. He turns his head out of curiosity just in time to see you place three unopened beers on

their table. The dark bottles are already sweating in the warm air of the packed bar, running down the sides to soak into the wood of the table. "Hi, sorry my idiot friend bumped into you," You smile sweetly and Seokjin wonders briefly what a girl like you was doing in a bar like this. You look severely out of place with your shy smile and a rosy tint to your cheeks as you wipe your hands on the material of your jeans. You smell like peaches and cream and nice, above the heady scent of smoke and alcohol that surrounded the place. Seokjin can't actually ignore the fact that you called Taehyung your friend, the knowledge has him internally smiling. Something kicks against his leg causing him to wince and reach down to rub the sore spot. He catches Yoongi staring at him. Get it together, he seems to be saying. Seokjin realises that he was staring, kind of awestruck and stupid, and heat races to his ears and neck for the second time that night. Seokjin clears his throat, "Thanks, but I told you it was fine." "I didn't feel okay with it. Don't worry, Tae paid for them," Your soft laugh has Seokjin's stomach turning over and he frowns, quickly covering it with a smile so you won't misinterpret. He’s hyper aware of Yoongi and Namjoon staring between the both of you, though Namjoon is focused more on your pretty smile and Seokjin thanks you again. He watches you leave, walking back to your spot next to Taehyung who was slumped against the bar and he turns a sharp gaze to Yoongi. "What was that for?" "You were totally blowing it." Yoongi states, draining his glass and reaching for a beer. "Pretty girl says a few words and you're gaping like a fish." Seokjin scowls, eyes finding you again, though unwillingly, like he was just drawn to your form and deflates a bit in his seat as a man dressed in black approaches you. He wraps an arm around your waist and you smile the same smile you'd given him earlier. With a scowl, he looks away and focuses on his drink. 「 ──────── 」 "I had the wildest night bro. The things Venessa did with her tongue." Seokjin was really trying to focus. He pauses to fix Hoseok with a blank stare as he tries once again to regale him and Yoongi with last nights activities. He'd come in this morning wearing the same clothes from last night with a pep in step and the brightest smile they've seen in months, announcingthat he'd shower there. Now out of his jeans and tee-shirt combo, he'd stolen a pair of grey sweats from Yoongi and the spare tee-shirt that Seokjin kept in his locker that hung off a little on his lean frame. "We really don't want to know Hobi," Yoongi drawls, pulling a face. He was sitting on one of the chairs in the audience side, feet up on the thick rubber barricade, sipping on an iced americano. "Focus on what you're doing. We don't wanna hear about your sexcapades." Yoongi hides his blonde hair under a black cap, and Seokjin doesn't miss the way he duckes his head to hide his smile. He knows the man would rather combust than let the world know he was happy for his friend finally ending his pity party; residential tsundere, Yoongi was. Hoseok huffs, rolling his eyes as he straightens his stance. Seokjin takes a moment to roll the sleeves of his thin sports hoodie back up his arms, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He waits for Hoseok to put his hands back up and when he does, Seokjin starts punching at the focus pads with his closed fist. "You guys are so lame," Hoseok complains. The doors on the other side of the ring opens and in strolls Namjoon, looking much better than he did last night, considering that he got himself completely plastered and hanging off Yoongi. He kept the door open with a foot, talking to someone behind him. Seokjin spots a familiar black hoodie as the person comes through the doorway, and you trailing behind them looking a little bored and confused. Seokjin's fist misses Hoseok's palm completely, almost hitting him right in the face. "Dude!" Hoseok was just able to dodge, backing up a couple steps, watching him as though

he'd just seen his life flash before his eyes. And he may have well had, Seokjin wouldn't want to get hit by himself either. Yoongi's laugh reaches his ears, but Seokjin was well distracted, stripping off his red boxing gloves to stretch his sweating fingers. Hoseok was still eyeing him wearily as he takes the focus pads off and reaches for his water bottle at the ring post. Seokjin watches the boy you trail behind with some sort of feeling in his chest, the same sort of disdain he felt the night before. He’s tall, almost reaching Namjoon's height, wavy hair that curled at the ends and hung over his doe eyes. He was clearly athletic, the way his clothes clung to the defined muscles of his arms and legs told him as much. He seems young enough for the curiosity of a child to still be in his eyes as they dart around at everything to take it all in. Seokjin frowns slightly. Namjoon didn't say anything about bringing in someone new. He would usually discuss such things with him; his father owned this place after all. In that moment, between one thought and the next, Seokjin suddenly remembers something his mother would say: Speak of the devil, and he will appear. The doors Namjoon came through swings open once more, and Seokjin feels the muscle of his neck and shoulders bunch tightly at the sight of his father walking in. It was rare to see Kim Chi-won descend from his lofty office to mingle with the commoners, all slicked back salt-and-pepper hair, shining leather shoes and grey suit fresh from the dry cleaners. He greets Namjoon first with a smile and a slap on the back, nodding at everyone else like his own son wasn't standing metres away. "You must be Jeon. A pleasure to meet you my boy," Seokjin rolls his eyes at his father's over-friendly tone as he shakes the boy's hand. No one was unaffected by the tension in the room, and Jeon gives a tight smile and a nod. "We're always happy to receive new talents around here." This boy must be special for the big man himself to come and greet him, and Seokjin feels mild jealousy over the attention this newcomer is getting. When was the last time his father had ever spoken two words to him that wasn't about a match or telling him he needed to train harder to stay on top? Ever since he turned sixteen, he'd stopped treating him like his son, and more like the other men who'd come in looking for their shot at fame through blood and violence. Seokjin had grown up watching his father boxing, mostly through reruns on the TV when his mother had gone to sleep. He remembers sitting too close to the small TV in the even smaller living room, stuffing his face with popped corn and wincing at every blow his father would receive. He was the best of the best in his time, quick on his feet and his fist cracking like thunder on a stormy day. He remembers cheering loudly when his father won the heavyweight championship and waking his mother by jumping on her bed screaming, "Daddy did it! He did it!" He thought that he had to follow in his father's footsteps, and he was so excited when his father brought him to see his first match. That's where he met Namjoon, the son of his father's closest friend. Though they both sat in an office to watch the live screening instead of being a part of the screaming crowd down below,, it wasn't any less exciting to Seokjin. He remembers when his father taught him how to throw his first punch, and how proud he was that he earned his father’s approval. It’s all he ever wanted. He realised, however, when won his first championship match - the youngest to ever do so at eighteen - that underneath all the adrenaline and the excitement, it wasn't. He realised later, when his father had gotten an injury that kept him out of the ring, and his connection with the Gym's manager at that time landed him in the piles of money he now swaddled in. His father was only living off of the fame and the money that he brought to the table. Seokjin only ever wanted to make his father proud, to be the best like he was. It didn't matter that he'd run himself down training

harder than anyone else, moving like lightning in the ring. He wanted to see the smile his father gave him that time he threw his first punch and maybe a “well done, son, you did good”. When Seokjin lost his first match, he didn't get the comfort that he was looking for from his father. He didn't get the “you can't win them all” speech when he sat in his office under the white fluorescent bulbs. He instead got a cold, hard look from the man he looked up to, and no more than, "You need to train harder if you want to stay on top." So Seokjin trained harder still, day in and day out until it made him sick. He remembers how mad Namjoon was when he found him passed out in the training room, the earful he got when he woke up in the hospital and Namjoon looking like he was about to blow steam from his ears. Yoongi wasn't pleased, calmer than Namjoon in his reprimand, but no less upset. It would have looked funny to some, to see two men younger than him telling him off as though he was the youngest between them. But they cared so much, and monitored his training to make sure he didn't push himself too hard. Seokjin catches Hoseok's eye. It was no secret that Seokjin and his father didn't see eye-to-eye on the best days. Even Hoseok knew this and he's only been at the Boxing Gym for a year. Seokjin sighs, ducking under the rope and out of the ring, detesting the fact that he had to pass right by his father to get out. "Training hard?" Seokjin would have liked a better greeting than that, but he's so used to it now that the words went through his ears. He spots Jeon watching him with sparkling eyes, but ignores the boy as he faces his father. "Yes, sir." His father smiles, a tight uncomfortable expression that looks too rehearsed to be natural. The same smile he'd give to flashing cameras on the busiest of Friday nights. "Good lad. I expect you to be ready for that match next week." Seokjin clenches his jaw, forcing a smile, and he spots Namjoon barely shaking his head at him. "Of course, sir." He leaves it at that, turning to walk quickly to the doors. He just wants out. 「 ──────── 」 "Wasn't he cool!?" You're too tired for this. "Uh, which one? The stiff in the suit?" Jeongguk promptly smacks your arm, rolling his eyes, "No...I mean yeah he was kind of cool. But I'm talking about his son! Did you know that he was the youngest boxer ever to win the heavyweight championship?" "Yes, Guk. You've told me a million times," You roll your eyes at him now, fishing your keys from the pocket of your jeans. You've been on the receiving end of his fanboy rambles for years, you've learnt to let it go through one ear and out the next. You think the training was necessary, now that Jeongguk had finally wormed his way into the Boxing Gym and you just know that now that he'd be seeing his idol every day, it was only going to get worse. "I'm so jealous that you actually shared words with him last night! And you're treating it like it's no big deal!" He bounces on his heels, fidgeting restlessly as he waits for you to open the door. "That's because it isn't you dork! He's just a person." Before you can slot the key into the lock, the door to your apartment swings open and a grinning Taehyung immediately bombards Jeongguk with questions. "How'd it go? Did you get in? Did you see Seokjin??" Over their loud excited chatter and the both of them squealing like teenage girls, you hear the jingle of keys down the hall, and looking around Jeongguk's large frame you see your neighbor, Jimin, unlocking his door. He offers a tired wave and his best smile. He hadn't even changed out of his uniform, which was all sorts of rumpled. You'd left him working at the bar last night when Jeongguk had come to get you and Taehyung, and you hope he doesn't have classes today. "Can you two get inside?" You push Taehyung back by his shoulders, Jeongguk trails behind you, still talking a mile a minute. You really hadn't planned on doing anything today other than relaxing, as you didn't have any classes. You were

woken by the very loud knocking on your bedroom door, and a very excited Jeongguk behind your door begging you to come with him to the Boxing Gym. Taehyung was originally supposed to go with him. They’d agreed to that when Jeongguk told you he'd be training there last week, but Taehyung had drank too much last night - even after you'd reminded him of his lightweight self - and was too hungover to move. "Did you eat the soup I made you Tae?" You ask, wandering into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Still hearing their mind-numbing conversation about boxing techniques and Jeongguk's schedule for the coming week. Honestly, you didn't really like the thought of him getting into boxing. As much as you would support his dream all the way, you hate the fact that he'd spend most of his days in a ring getting bloodied up. Not even knowing they always have a medic on site prevents you from worrying. "Yes mom," You roll your eyes at Taehyung's reply, muttering under your breath. You walk into the living room, catching just the end of Taehyung and Jeongguk's conversation. "Y/n thinks she's all cool, but I saw her making heart eyes at Seokjin." Jeongguk is sprawled out on the couch, and smirks at you when you enter the room, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You gawk at him for a moment, and you swear your soul leaves you as Taehyung raises his dark eyebrows at you. "She almost tripped when she saw him this morning," Jeongguk adds. "I did not you brat!" You contemplate hurling the bottle of water at Jeongguk's head, but knowing that he would catch it before it does any damage takes all the satisfaction out of it. "I didn't see the ledge in the doorway that's all!" You felt heat flush your cheeks despite yourself, and huff as you fold your arms. "At least I wasn't the one looking at him all starry-eyed." "I have my reasons! Don't turn this on me!" You feel good at the pink flush that rises to his cheeks and Taehyung's deep laugh. Jeongguk may be a nuisance, but he isn't a liar. You had indeed been watching Seokjin this morning, but can anyone blame you? When you saw him last night, you were honestly too worried about Taehyung to be distracted by him and his broad shoulders and dark hair. You'd gotten a good eyeful this morning, and you were thankful that he'd barely paid you mind, giving you the chance to look at him properly. "I'm going to bed," You hastily mutter, turning on your heel to petter down the hall to your room. "Okay, but we're celebrating later!" 「 ──────── 」 It’s been a good couple of days, and Seokjin is glad to say he hasn't seen his father since that new kid came in. A kid he still knows nothing about despite Seokjin's constant asking. Namjoon's lips are sealed tighter than an envelope. He refuses to tell him anything about him, saying that he should talk to the boy himself instead of badgering him about it. That little shit. He shuts the door to the Gym, the jingling of his keys a loud sound in the near empty street at this late hour, grumbling to himself as he locks up.

Kids these days, no respect for their eld- "You okay?" A hand lands on Seokjin's shoulder, and he drops his key chain, screaming loud enough that anyone else would think he was being murdered. He spins on his heel to find Yoongi, with a smirk that said he finally caught him, clearly amused by his reaction. Seokjin had been avoiding Yoongi for days, but he was unable to after they locked up the Gym for the night. He thought he'd gone home already - he was always one of the first people to leave once the threat of anyone getting hurt was no longer present. He couldn't shake the man even as he walks familiar dark streets towards the bar he likes, and Yoongi waits until they sit down and have drinks in their hands before he asks again. Seokjin grunts, watching the amber liquid in his glass when he swirls it, "M'fine." Yoongi raises a brow, clearly convinced. "Sure you are." The man sighs, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans back, "C'mon, Jin. Talk to me." "I just wished things weren't the way they were." Seokjin murmurs. "Things aren't easy, Yoongi. Nothing I do matters to him, no matter how much I try to prove myself it's always the same. I just..." The man sighs, feeling a weight on his chest that just grows heavier the longer he tries to ignore it. It's been festering for years, a sort of hollow pain that grew with him since he was sixteen that now seems to wrap around his throat and squeeze. Seokjin briefly wonders just how long he can stay in the bar and drink as much as he could before he'd be thrown out. He knows he can’t though, not under Yoongi's ever watchful gaze, who would stop him the second he's deemed he's gone far enough. Seokjin feels like he's drowning, weighed down by the constant expectations and no life raft to keep him above the water. He would gladly sink, if given the chance, but he knows well that he wouldn't allow himself that chance, because despite everything, Seokjin made it to where he is with all his hard work. But how was that enough? He was tired of it, and he says as much to Yoongi, who only sits and listens, never once cutting him off. He’s tired of having to push through every day, fighting even when he isn't in the ring. He’s tired of his father's constant, blatant disregard of his efforts to do right by his name. Tired of being pushed aside after a match and the money comes in, treated less than a son by the man that raised him. The only thing he cares about was how well he did in the ring and the next match. Seokjin isn't even sure he'd stick around that long for his upcoming match on Friday night, some title match he can't care less about now. "I want out." Seokjin says after a while, after nursing his drink for a quiet moment, "I can't do this shit anymore." He’s sure his father wouldn't care less. He would do just as fine with any of the other guys. He was tired of the blood and nursing broken bones and bruised knuckles, of having to be in the hospital if things were a little too rough for his body to handle. If he keeps this up he'll probably die before he gets the chance to follow through and book it. Yoongi nods in understanding, his eyes dark but not judging as he watches his friend spiral downwards. His glass has long been emptied during Seokjin's rambles, and when he glances at the other man's downcast expression he decides he'll need another soon. "You really should," Yoongi drawls, and though his face is set into a practiced state of boredom, the tiny furrow of his brows and the tapping of his finger against the hardwood countertop gives away his concern. "Namjoon would have a fit though." "Namjoon can kiss my ass," Seokjin leans back against the soft cushion of the booth, a harsh exhale of air leaving his nose. "My health is more important than some stupid title that I'd lose anyway." "Don't downplay yourself Jin, you're the best out there. Though, I agree with you. You barely made it out of that match last week." Yoongi motions at his bandaged hand and the cut that split through his perfect brow. He leans forward, nudging his empty whiskey

glass aside with a finger. The dim lighting of the bar casts shadows across his face, sharpening his soft features, and the slight pout on his bottom lip looks a little less thoughtful. "Look, I won't tell Namjoon. You deserve the right to get out, but you should bring it up with him yourself." Seokjin flexes his fingers under the tight wraps of the white bandage. "What about that new kid?" He feels the need to change the topic, swerving it away from focusing on him too much. "He's good, talks about you a lot too. I saw him today, he was talking to Namjoon. I think his name's Jeongguk?" Seokjin spies the small quirk of Yoongi's mouth, and the glint in his eyes that promises something, and he prepares himself for whatever it was. "He's quite the fan, you should've stuck around to meet him today. The girl was pretty cute too, looking at you all doe eyed when you left." By the narrowing of his eyes, Seokjin knows that Yoongi’s teasing, and trying to get a reaction from him. He can tell that Yoongi was trying his best here, and he appreciates the man's efforts to leave the conversation on the bulletin board. He's well aware of Jeongguk's starstruck expression every time they'd cross paths, the boy was quick to smile and wave at him, always excited to see him even though Seokjin hadn't shared more than a friendly wave with him. He's even once caught the end of a conversation between him and Hoseok. It was more one sided than anything, with Jeongguk asking a million and one questions but barely giving Hobi a chance to get his answers in. You were there, as you always were, Jeongguk was never seen without you. Mind well and properly distracted now, as his thoughts were now filled with you. You'd come with Jeongguk every time the boy graced the Boxing Gym with his presence, always trailing behind, looking a little lost, if not bored with the whole ordeal. Seokjin had tried to stay clear of you, despite his initial impression of you when he'd met you at this very bar a couple of nights before. He was alright looking at you from afar, but he tended to reign in his gaze once Jeongguk was in the same place as you. He wasn't blind to the jokes you two would share or the lingering touches and they way you'd seen to stick close to him as well as you're able. Or the day before when the rain beating against the concrete outside had made the gym a little more cold than was appreciated, and you'd almost drowned in Jeongguk's black hoodie when he swaddled you in it. Seokjin would have probably spoken to you by now, but the fear of tying up his tongue in a grab for words would usually make him keep to himself. That and the fact that Jeongguk was always near. The nature of your relationship with the boy shouldn't bother him as much as it does, honestly, it isn't his business and he has no right to feel that sting of jealousy when he sees you together. You two honestly seem too close to be anything but simply friends. "Isn't she with Jeongguk?" Seokjin drains his glass, thankful for the smooth glide, the burn of the alcohol barely there. He tilts his head as Yoongi watches him strangely for a quiet moment before he scoffs. "What?" Seokjin asks, confused. "Nothing, nothing." Yoongi waves him off, but the look in his eyes tells Seokjin it was more than just nothing, though he can't grasp onto the meaning behind Yoongi's gaze. "You should talk to her though. She's really nice and way quieter than Jeon. Kid asks a thousand questions at a time." Yoongi eyes his empty glass, poking at it restlessly with a frown. "Yesterday, he asked me if it's possible to be dismembered belly flopping into a body of water from a really high cliff. I told him that I could show him and he didn't talk to me for the rest of the day, which was rude." Seokjin laughs lightly, keeping to himself that Yoongi won't be saying that given time. He remembers how Yoongi thought Hoseok was too talkative - too easily excited - when they first met, because how could anyone be that damn cheerful? Yoongi complained about it often, but Hoseok grew on him and the

two of them are now as thick as thieves. Yoongi bids Seokjin goodnight after another hour of talking and winding down, and a promise to see each other in two days - with tomorrow and the day after being his days off - before they went their separate ways down the street. Seokjin doesn't live too far from the Boxing Gym. It’s a good twenty minutes away that makes for a nice jog early in the morning. He decided to stay close to his place of work, and he'd bought a moderately sized house a couple of years ago. Quite a few people wondered why he didn't just live in a bigger place, something fancier. He did have the means to do so, but Seokjin had always clung to his humble beginnings and kept his head down. He wouldn't want to live in a place that seemed too big to be comfortable, and screamed 'hey, I've got lots of money come rob me!'. He likes his little place just fine. He had it refurbished when he bought it, replaced the roof and had the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom completely redone to suit his needs. Hadn't done much with it since except a paint job every now and then. He also likes it because just across the street is a 24hr convenience store that opened last year, which he now stands outside of, tapping his chin and wondering if instant ramen would be bad for his diet. He shrugs, not really caring as much as he used to before as he walks through the automatic doors. He immediately feels like turning around and bolting across the street though, spotting a familiar head of dark hair and athletic build leaning against the front counter. He’s accompanied by that Taehyung guy from the bar, who’s mid conversation with whoever is managing the store for the night shift. Thankfully, Seokjin manages to make it behind one of the tall shelves without being seen, looking around for the instant ramen while taking peeks over the top of the shelves to see if Jeongguk and his friend have left yet. "You honestly should've let me take this shift," Taehyung says, the depth of his voice honestly surprises Seokjin, this being the first time he's heard him when he's not stumbling drunk. "Tae, I told you it's fine." Seokjin peaks over the shelf at the sound of your voice, seeing you sitting behind the counter rolling your eyes. "You have classes in the morning. I'll be home before you and Guk leave okay? Now you two should get home, it's getting late." Seokjin hears a sigh, but he isn't sure which one of you it came from, before they wish you goodnight and Taehyung shouts that you should call him if you need anything from outside. Seokjin finally finds his ramen, cursing the size of this place while picking up some other snacks to munch on. He approaches the front desk, smiling apologetically at the way you flinch when you spot him. Clearly you hadn't seen him come in. "Oh! Hi there," You greet politely, smiling in the sweet way you had that night in the bar. For a moment, Seokjin finds himself floored by the beauty of you, in the bright florescent lights of the convenience store, oversized white hoodie sleeves rolled up your slender arms. He expected you to at least look a bit starstruck like Jeongguk would look at him, like how everyone else would look at him once they realised who he was. Your gaze is casual, like a friend he's known forever, and he musters a small, awkward wave. "Hi," He gently places his things on the counter, sliding them into your reach and your fingers brush his when you take them. He doesn't miss the flush to your cheeks then, or the way you bite your bottom lip to hide your smile. "You're working alone?" There's usually two people working during the night, as far as Seokjin could remember. He doesn't remember seeing you here, ever. There was usually a young boy working part time here that he's made friends with. The last time he saw Jeongin, he was stressing over his finals. You must be new working here, Seokjin surmises as he watches you struggle with the scanner. "Yeah, there's usually someone else here but Jeongin had to leave early..." You finally get the scanner to work, the machine

letting out a loud beep in the quietness of the store. Seokjin's eyes dart around at the street outside and can't help but worry. "I can keep you company?" You promptly drop the pack of instant ramen you were holding, hands frantically reaching for it to cover up your slip. Your eyes meet his, surprised, a breathy chuckle leaving you. "N-no, that's alright... I'm fine here on my own," Your cheeks flush again, and Seokjin finds himself smiling at the sight; you're cute. "But thank you though, Seokjin." He tries to be less surprised at the revelation of you knowing his name, honestly he shouldn't be at all, being who he is. But he can't help the slight parting of his lips as his name rolls off your tongue. He likes the way it sounds coming from you and wonders if it would be weird if he asked you to say it again before he stops himself. Yes, that would be weird, Jin. "Are you sure? The streets are pretty empty this late...and you're here alone." "I'm sure," You smile, putting his stuff into a bag for him. "I'll call Tae or Jeongguk if anything." Right... Jeongguk. And there was that sting of jealousy again at the mention of the boy's name that Seokjin should not be allowed to feel. He nods, relenting as he pays with his card, but can't help himself from asking. "I thought he would've stayed. Not a very good boyfriend is he?" You make a face, handing him the bag, "Who? Jeongguk? Ew. He's like my pesky little brother." Seokjin tries not to show how giddy he feels, hiding his smile by ducking his head and taking interest in the white tiles floor. You shake your head, grumbling to yourself about something, "Well if you're sure," He says, teetering nervously on his feet. "But if you're not, you could always just text me and I'll come over," He plucks a pen from the little cup by your hand, writing his number on the receipt you gave him before sliding it back to you. "That was smooth," You comment, smirking at him. And that's how it began. The weeks go by quickly, and Seokjin tries his best to keep up with you on a daily basis. Whether it’s a simple text to ask about your day, or dropping by on your shift in the convenience store unannounced. Though he stopped doing that in particular when he went in one morning and was met with Taehyung behind the counter. He'd regarded Seokjin with narrowed eyes and a knowing smirk, asking if he was looking for you. Of course, Jeongguk had caught on as well and cornered him in the Boxing Gym's training room, offering to spot him even though Seokjin knew the boy was up to something. He'd spoken to him a couple of times by then, after Jeongguk had calmed himself enough to get a sentence out and stopped looking at Seokjin like he'd done something life changing. Seokjin had more or less taken Jeongguk under his wing, overseeing his training sessions alongside Hobi, preparing him for his debut match coming in a couple of weeks. The boy had talent, that much Seokjin could see, and they'd built their relationship around his passion for boxing. He no longer feels the pang of jealousy when he sees you both together when you come by the Boxing Gym, after learning that you, Jeongguk and Taehyung are roommates and see each other as nothing more than very close friends. "So you and Y/n, huh?" Jeongguk asks, a serious expression locking his jaw, making him look agitated. His eyes are on the focus pads on Seokjin's palms, and they flicker to Seokjin's briefly. "Not that I mind or anything..." Seokjin raises a brow, "I'm sensing a but in there." "It's nothing to worry about," Jeongguk takes a breath, dropping his hands to swing at his sides lamely. He brings one up to brush away the hair that fell into his eyes, "She's like a sister to me, and I just don't want her to get hurt. I've seen her hurt over a guy before and I don't want her going through that again. I'll kick your ass if I ever catch her upset over you." The look in his dark eyes makes Seokjin believe he was very serious about what he was saying, and he feels the need to ease his worries. "Guk," Seokjin sighs, he

pulls the focus pads off, tossing them to the ground to stretch his fingers, "Look man, I can't promise you that she won't get hurt. Sometimes things don't work out the way people want them to. Right now, we're just friends, we're... we're just waiting to see where things go, alright? The only thing I can promise is that I can try my best not to, even if what's between us doesn't go anywhere." Jeongguk watches him for a long moment, the silence stretching between them, looking as though he was searching for a lie in his words. His mouth in a firm line before nods, seemingly satisfied. "Okay, I'm holding you to that."

The days continue to stretch on then, and one day Seokjin steals you from your shift, bribing Taehyung to cover for you while you were gone with the promise of lunch. He takes you on a little tour of his house, and treats you to lunch of home-made jajangmyeon. And when he watches you standing in the guest bedroom he'd turned into a study, looking at his accolades and year's old newspaper clippings. The soft glow of the lamps he keeps there casts shadows on your features, he watches the way you tug at the sleeve endings of the sweater that was too big on you, a motion he realised was your nervousness acting. You seem lost in your own thoughts, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you read the article of his first title match, your eyes finding his with a small smile. He realises that what he told Jeongguk about you just being friends was slowly inching its way out a window. He'd liked you a lot since he first saw you at the bar, but he'd thought that the life he led was a little rough for someone like you. All he knew was fighting, the blood and the violence that came hand in hand with his day to day. You, on the other hand, were soft hearted and sweet. He remembers the way you paled when you came to the Boxing Gym one Friday night, seeing him just after his last match with blood coming out of his nose, a sprained wrist, and a fresh bruise around his left eye, swelling and purple. You completely froze up at the sight of him. Yoongi had to constantly remind him to keep his head tilted back while he wrapped his wrist tightly, at the same time trying to reassure you that he was fine. You expressed your dislike for the sport sometime after that, while Seokjin was allowed time off for his wrist to heal. You weren't much for the fighting, or seeing someone you cared for get hurt and you told him as much as you continued your routine of sneaking over to his place to hang out. It may seem just a tad obsessive, with the way you seem to consume Seokjin's every thought and the way that he takes it in stride. He wants to be more to you, he wants to hold your hand and ease your every worry, and that he realised when he caught you doing your homework at the end of your evening shift. Laptop on the counter, your hair looking like you'd just rolled out of bed, a pencil behind your ear and your lip between your teeth out of habit. Taehyung was begging you to take a break from it, to wrap it up and head home and practically sprinted to Seokjin when he stepped through the automatic doors. "You're a godsend. She won't take a damn break!" Taehyung gives Seokjin a pained look, crossing his arms over a red hoodie he's seen you in before. "Can you just - get her to relax a bit? She looks like her head's about to explode over there." So Seokjin did just that, pulled you away from your work - ignoring your protests - and over to his place for a drink. He wasn't sure what happened then, if it was the whiskey or the way you just seemed so soft curled up at the end of his couch, your hair down but still in its state of organised chaos. He didn't question the change of clothes you had in your bag, but the cotton shorts only rides higher up your thigh with the way you shift and Seokjin has a hard time concentrating on the movie he'd put on. At first he was talking to you, trying to keep his mind off of the way the too big tee shirt you wore slipped off your shoulder, exposing your skin to his wandering eyes. He grips the glass in his hand a little too tightly when you shift closer to him, your thigh presses against his jean clad one and he could feel the warmth of your skin. He doesn't realised just how close you'd gotten to him until he turns his head to ask you something and you were right there. "Can I kiss you?" He asks before he can stop himself, flushing under the soft glow of the tv. He panicks internally, looking to backtrack, but his tongue was all tied up and you were kissing him first. It starts innocently enough, two glasses of whiskey now forgotten on the glass coffee table, with Seokjin kissing you softly, a hand on your

hip, gripping tighter than it had some minutes before. His other hand occupies your hair, getting tangled in the locks briefly when you straddle him, Seokjin groaning when your teeth tugs at his bottom lip. The action causes his hips to shift upwards, lips leaving yours to kiss lightly at your jaw until he reaches your pulse beating furiously underneath your warm skin and sucks a bruise there, your breathless moan causing him to pause. "Are you sure this is okay?" Seokjin leans back, breathing heavily, tucking wayward hair behind your ear, fingers rubbing gently at your jaw as he waits for your answer. Your nod did little to satisfy, and his brows lowered as he clicked his tongue against his teeth, "Your words, sweet girl. I need you to say it." You look at him with pretty doe eyes, soft in the way that they observe him, but filled with something much darker, and Seokjin finds himself caving before you even speak. But he's a patient man, and he continues to rub mindless circles into the skin of your waist above the band of your shorts while he waits. He frowns after a while, when he catches the nervous motion of your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip. "Y/n," Gently, he cards his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe. "We don't have to." "No, I want to...it's just..." Your brow furrows, and you look down at your hands that are placed flat against his chest with an expression that has Seokjin pulling back. He doesn't want to rush anything, and most importantly, doesn't want to force you into anything or make you feel like you have to go through with something you don't want. "What is it?" Seokjin whispers into the space between you both, his fingers gently grasping your own, thumb rubbing against the back of your hand. There was a certain bashfulness to your timid smile, a flush brushing your cheeks that Seokjin could see even in the dim lighting of his living room. Your eyes meet his for a brief moment before darting away. "I'm just not... experienced really," You admit softly, eyes closed tight, and Seokjin is surprised, tilting his head slightly. "...You've never...?" "I have. But it was just once..." "Okay, that's okay. Do you wanna stop?" Seokjin ducks his head to meet your gaze, smiling gently. "We can stop." "I don't wanna stop." You still seem too unsure for Seokjin's liking, but he chuckles at the eagerness of your fingers tugging at his shirt. "Okay, how about.." He catches your hands with one of his, pulling you closer with his other arm around your waist, lips meeting yours with a fleeting kiss. His hand on your hip again, gently guiding your movement as he raised his hips slightly to press directly against your heated core. The bulge in his jeans is straining enough to be just a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn't want to rush. He wants to make sure that you’re comfortable, breath stuttering in his chest at your moan. "We'll just do this, yeah?" He busies his mouth against your neck at your affirmative nod, muttering praises into your skin, leaving his mark with his teeth. Kissing you again, his tongue meeting yours and he groans, matching the rolling of your hips with his own. "F-fuck." Seokjin pants, full lips parted as he gasps. Your smaller hand grip his wrist, the wrist of the hand that guides the movement of your hips over his clothed erection. His eyes trail up your form, taking in the light sheen of sweat that clings to your skin, your kiss swollen lips parted in a moan and a desperate whisper of his name that has him raising his hips. Bruises line your neck and chest like stars in a midnight sky, just above the low dip of the tee-shirt that belonged to one of your roommates. You lean back, your ass resting on his thighs as your fingers fumble against the leather of his belt and Seokjin is quick to stop you. He takes your hand in his, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss in apology, "Not tonight, pretty girl." He ignores your pout and the soft whine that leaves you, pulling you forward, your core flushed with his hard-on. Seokjin knows just how well you can

feel him through the soft cotton of your shorts, and his hand finds purchase against the heated skin of your waist. The fingers of his other hand wrap gently around the back of your neck, pulling you downward into a kiss of heat and tongue, and you resume the smooth rock you'd started before against the rough material of his jeans. His kisses trail your jaw, nipping lightly at the skin with blunt teeth, "Just this, okay? Is that okay?" He feels your nod, and he smiles against your skin and sucks against your flesh in a way that has your hips stuttering and a moan leaving you. He abandons his grip in favour of wrapping his arm around you, pulling your body flush against his as he thrust upwards losing his rhythm as his end neared.

"Fuck, oh fuck." Seokjin grunts, as the warm heat of his orgasm flares and soaks the front of his jeans, and you’re quick to follow, stilling above him briefly before you shudder. A moan of his name and Seokjin preses kisses into your skin, his hand rubbing mindless circles against the bare skin of your hip. 「 ──────── 」 "You seem chipper," Namjoon comments one afternoon, finding Seokjin lounging in the training room, trading his trainers for combat boots. He watches him for a moment, hands on his hips and eyebrows raised, "got a date or something?" Yoongi pokes his head into the room, eyes curious as he watches the both of them. His bag was already slung over his shoulder, ready to leave, "Who's got a date?" Hoseok was just behind, peeking into the room as well, "Jin's got a date? My maaan! Is it Jeongguk's friend?" His hair is still wet from the shower he'd taken, moving around Yoongi to plop himself down on the bench next to Seokjin, heart shaped smile wide on his lips. "We're just getting dinner, no big deal." Seokjin deflects, putting a hand up to silence the teasing that he knows is coming. The boys never give him a break. "That's a pretty big deal if you ask me," Namjoon says smiling, wiggling his eyebrows, "How long have you guys been talking now?" "Just some months," Seokjin rises from his perch on the bench to stretch, catching the smirks on Yoongi's and Namjoon's face. "Ah, they grow up so fast," Hoseok wipes his eyes, dramatically, "Just yesterday he was a floundering mess, and now look, they're going out for dinner." "Shut up." Seokjin looks at the watch on his wrist, grimacing, he's gonna be late if he stands here chatting with his friends. "I'm gonna go." "I'll walk you out," Yoongi says, giving Seokjin a look, sending a wave to the others, "See you guys tomorrow." Seokjin and Yoongi walk from the training room, in a somewhat tense silence Seokjin isn't used to from the man. He knows Yoongi has something to say, he doesn't know what he was waiting for to start. They pass by other boxers in the halls, greetings never ending as they acknowledge Seokjin in passing. Once outside, Seokjin catches Yoongi's sigh and he looks at him, "What is it?" "You talked to your old man yet? Or Namjoon?" The shorter man asks, glancing at him with a raised brow. "No, I haven't. It's a hard topic to bring up, you know." Seokjin feels his shoulders tense, "I haven't seen my father in a while either." Yoongi nods silently, index finger rubbing against his bottom lip, eyes thoughtful for a moment. "You should get it done soon." He stops at the bus stop, hitching his bag a little higher on his shoulder, "You got a match next Friday, right? You should bring it up before then." The bus turns from down the street and Yoongi pat's Seokjin on the shoulder, "See ya, have fun with your date." Seokjin stayed with Yoongi until he got on the bus, waving wildly at him when he found a seat next to a window. Yoongi glances at him and looks away at his frantic motion as the bus started moving again, and Seokjin could tell the man was playing his "I have no idea who that person is" card. Seokjin drops his hand once the bus turned down the next corner, shoving it into the pocket of his jacket as he mulls over Yoongi's words. He should bring it up sooner rather than later, time's only ticking away and he wants it to be over and done with. It isn't easy to approach his father with this sort of thing, he could already tell that conversation isn't going to go well once he gathers up the courage to have it. Namjoon was another story. Seokjin's been avoiding telling him as much as he could, quick to change the subject whenever Namjoon asked if something was bothering him. He wasn't sure how that would blow over, but right now, he didn't want the thought to linger in his mind for too long, not when he had a date in a half hour. It wasn't his first date with you of course, there were a few others: Watching trash TV shows after cooking dinner together, taking walks in the park not too far from

his place. Impromptu study dates, and him pulling you way from your books when you couldn't stare at the words any longer. This would be your first official date and Seokjin feels nervous even as he waited just outside your apartment complex, sitting in his car that he rarely used and feeling warm even though the AC was on full blast. He checks his watch for the fifth time, he was early and he hopes you won't mind. Should he go up and wait? He's only been to your apartment once or twice, the first time begin when he'd met Taehyung properly, who was desperate to erase his first impression of stumbling drunkard. Seokjin was checking his watch again, watching the seconds tick by as he taps his fingers against the staring wheel. He was startled by a tapping on the glass next to his head, turning to find a smiling Taehyung waving at him through the black tinted window. "Hey! You're early," Taehyung says once Seokjin rolled the glass down, and Seokjin offers a nervous laugh that sounded a little weird to his own ears and clears his throat. "Y/n'll be down in a second, she's just getting a pep talk." "A pep talk?" Seokjin's brows furrow, could you be having second thoughts? Shit, did he rush into this by asking you out? "She's just nervous, Guk's calming her down." Taehyung says smiling still, and then he turns serious, the sudden shift in his attitude sets Seokjin on edge and he blinks owlishly up at the younger man. There was a noticeable clench to his his jaw, the motion of his eyebrows lowering makes him look more pissed off than anything as he leans down a bit, narrowing his eyes. "I know that Guk already gave you the talk, so I'm not going to bother. You better be serious about her or I'll do more than kick your ass." "Hey! Stop that!" Taehyung straightens, peering over the top of the car, smile back on his lips in the blink of an eye. Seokjin turns and looks through the passenger side window, just in time to see you put your hands on your hips and narrow your eyes at Taehyung. The man himself steps away from the car, hands up in surrender. "Not doing anything! Just telling Jin that you should be back early cause you got morning classes." Taehyung smiles innocently, moving around the idling car to open the door for you, "Be safe you two!" You send him off with a smack to his arm, rolling your eyes as you got in the car. Seokjin only just took in what you're wearing: a navy blue summer dress that ended just above your knees, converse highs that matched and a faded denim jacket covered your arms. Seokjin eyes the whisps of your hair that's come out of the up-do and curled against your neck, and he tucks his fingers into his palm in an attempt to stop himself from playing with the strands. Your scent invaded his scenes after, peaches and cream, and a floral smell that he'd always caught on you. You smile shyly at him, gloss tinted lips tugging slightly at the corners as you buckled in and offered a soft greeting, "Hi," "Hi," Seokjin echos, feeling giddy and like a teenager going on his first date. Honestly, he should be calmer, considering this wasn't the first time you were alone with him, but he can't help it! You just look all sweet trying to avoid his gaze and tugging on the sleeve of your jacket, Seokjin couldn't help but chuckle, but he felt at ease, knowing that you were just as nervous as he was. As he drove, it didn't take long for the nervous atmosphere to dissipate and leave both him and you filling the silence with chatter. The radio plays softly, and Seokjin hums along, navigating the streets with ease. About fifteen minutes into the drive, he was holding your hand, chuckling at the flush on your cheeks. You both were way beyond holding hands to be shy about anything, but Seokjin couldn't help the racing of his heart or the thought that his hand might be sweating. "Where are we going?" Comes your soft voice, eyes darting around at the streets that were no doubt unfamiliar to you. Seokjin throws a wink your way just to see you blush and look away, "Is this the part where you tell me

you're a vampire and kill me?" "Now that you mentioned it, my favourite blood type is B-positive," Seokjin laughs at his own joke, all squeaky and high, amidst your tinkling laugh. He shakes his head, dark hair tickling his eyelashes, he sends a wink your way just to see you flush and taps a finger against his nose, "It's a surprise." Seokjin probably could've taken you for a nice dinner in an upscale restaurant where they charge too much for too little, but seeing your eyes light up and a beaming smile was worth it. The smell of cotton candy and a ton of other smells Seokjin couldn't possibly decipher immediately bombards his senses, and the chatter of so many people wasn't enough to drown out the sound of crashing waves. Seokjin leads you around mostly, his hand only leaving yours to allow you to eat the sickeningly sweet caramelized nuts you bought. Content enough to just simply walk around and take in the sights, Seokjin ignores the slim paper wristband that granted you access to any ride and game stall until you both got sick of it. He was happy enough to watch the glow of the fairy lights strung around the edges of the broad walk and the many booths reflect in your eyes. Idle chatter about rigged carnival games and terrible jokes filled any silence that dared to settle as Seokjin swings your conjoined hands between you. You both stop at the edge of the broad walk, where the ocean went on for miles, under the glow of the Ferris wheel. Seokjin traces patterns against your palm, allowing the feeling of your soft skin be his distraction. "Are you okay?" You ask, tilting your head at him, staring with curious doe eyes that just made Seokjin want to smother you with a million kisses. A light breeze blows, your hair dancing with it, and Seokjin didn't miss the chance to tuck it behind your ear. "Sorry," He murmurs, eyes now cast on the horizon far away like his mind in that moment, "There's a lot on my mind right now." You hum, "Wanna talk about it?" You turn your hand in his, the soft squeeze you gave was a comfort, "Might make you feel better..." Seokjin huffs a soft laugh, drowned out by the carnival and the ocean's dance. He shakes his head though, not wanting to put a damper on the calm mood that settled around you both with his issues. He sighs, looking up at the cloudless night sky, just able to make out the twinkle of stars far away, "It's their last night here, so there's gonna be fireworks...we could watch from up there?" He motions at the Ferris wheel. Your shoulders drop a bit, but you smile, and if you were disappointed by his dismissal to let you in, you didn't show it. Simply squeezing his hand in yours and nodding as though you already knew that he'd bring it up on his own eventually. 「 ──────── 」 "You're leaving?!" Namjoon was quicker in processing Seokjin's words than Hobi and Jeongguk, who sits on the floor of the training room with equally shocked expressions. Yoongi stands by the door Seokjin insisted he kept locked so no one would come in, arms crossed and leaning against the wall looking tense. "Jin-" "Relax, Joon. Let him talk." Yoongi says, putting up a hand in an attempt to placate. Seokjin sends him a grateful glance, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair, "Yeah, I'm leaving." Namjoon looks more than a little ruffled, running a hand through his hair, "Can I talk to you?" the younger man casts a glance around the room. "Alone?" The door unlocks with a click, and the boys filed out after Yoongi. Namjoon paces for a while, and Seokjin can do nothing but watch. He knew Namjoon wouldn't take it very well, and he knew there'd have to be a good couple words on his path to calm him down. Namjoon hadn't wanted in on this business, Seokjin knows that. The only reason he agreed to become his manager was because they're friends, and he's sure his father put in a few convincing words to rope him in. "Is there a reason? I mean...of course there's a reason, I just...Jin you're the reason I'm here, the only reason. You can't just-" "Joon,"

Seokjin cuts him off with a hand on his shoulder, squeezing a little, "I'll be straight with you; I'm tired okay? I'm tired of all of this. The fighting, my father... I'm tired and I just want out." "... Well, if you're leaving then I'm going too." He seems so sure of himself, a determined look in his brown eyes. Seokjin goes to protest, snapping his mouth shut when Namjoon puts up a hand. "I followed you in, so I'm following you out." The door opens again and Yoongi pokes his head in, "All good?" At the men's nod he claps his hands together, "Alright. Let's go talk to the big man then." 「 ──────── 」 Seokjin takes a breath, looking back at Namjoon and Yoongi who were kind enough to walk with him to his father's office. They stand a little ways behind him, Namjoon making a shooing motion with his hand and Yoongi giving him a close-lipped smile and a thumbs up. "We'll wait here, alright?" Seokjin nods at Yoongi's words, and before he can give his nerves a chance to fester any longer, he pushes the door open. His father sits behind his mahogany desk, signing some paperwork or another, looking up at his entrance over dark framed glasses. "Seokjin, what brings you here?" "I wanted to talk. It's important." His father fixes him with narrowed eyes, leaning back into his leather chair, waving a hand at the seats in front of the desk. Seokjin feels a little stiff, walking towards the chair and sitting down, it feels a little too soft for his liking, making him even more uncomfortable. The air is tense as they do nothing but stare at each other for a long while, and Seokjin feels that all familiar tension bunching the muscles of his shoulders tight. "Go on, I don't have all night." Seokjin white knuckles the handle of the chair he sits in, jaw clenching as he sighs a harsh breath through his nose. This is exactly why he didn't want to do this, his father's coldness towards him was off-putting at any time. "I'm leaving." He decides to go straight to the point, and feels the sweet satisfaction when his father pales just the slightest bit, the pen slipping from his grip to hit the table noisily. "You're leaving?" Chi-won stares at him for a while, a laugh leaving him that had Seokjin furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "Do you think you could just up and leave? After everything I've sacrificed for you?" "Don't." Seokjin raises a hand, shaking his head, "Don't say that like you've done shit for me in the past eleven years." His hand shakes, the nerves he felt earlier swiftly turning into anger at his father's words. "You wanna talk about sacrifice? I have done everything! I'm the one working my ass off every damn night, putting my fucking life on the line just so you could sit there in that chair acting all high and mighty." "Watch your tone, boy." "No. You know what? Fuck you. And fuck this. I'm not just gonna sit here and let you look down on me and treat me like I'm dirt under your damn shoe." Seokjin felt tears brimming his eyes despite the anger he felt running rampant, it feels good to finally put his foot down. His heart is pounding in his ears, heat flushing his skin as he stands up, "I'm tired of this bullshit. I'm leaving and there's nothing you can do about it." By the time he was done, Seokjin was breathing hard, and his father was just watching him. Looking eerily calm in his seat, he takes his glasses off, placing them down gently. "Alright, Seokjin." The way his father says his name made his chest hurt, a sort of hollow pain that came with the knowledge that his father never actually cared about him. "You want out? Fine." He leans back into his chair, too relaxed for the situation, and Seokjin knows that something was coming. "You can leave. But on my terms. I own you, boy, don't forget that." Chi-won says, smiling like that cat that got the cream, and Seokjin knows that he'd lost this part of the battle already. "What terms? What do you want?" Seokjin deflates just a bit, but his anger didn't dissipate. "Friday night. You beat my guy and you can

leave. It's that simple." 「 ──────── 」 Seokjin stands at the back door to the Boxing Gym, smoke curling from his lips as he glared at the ground under his feet. It was a habit he'd sworn to leave behind him, after the punching bag had became a reliable source to release his frustrations on. But he's wound so tightly, a coil of spring unable to unravel the last twenty minutes of his argument with his father playing reruns in his mind. He hold the cigarette to his lips, frowning at the bitter taste of it and the lightheadedness that came with the second pull. The metal door to his left creaks open, and Yoongi steps out, raising his eyebrows at him. "I thought you gave that up." He states, pushing the door closed with a hand. He was frowning, but didn't tug it from his fingers like he did when he caught him the first time three months ago. He leans against the damp wall, sighing as he looked at him, "I'm assuming it didn't go well?" "What'd you think?" Seokjin didn't mean to snap, but Yoongi didn't seem to mind his tone. He sighs, smoke on the exit of his breath, "He wants me to fight. Make a grand exit or something like that. I can't leave if I don't win." "Shit," Yoongi mutters, his frown deepening, "Are you gonna go through with it?" "I don't have a choice, he's got my hands tied." Seokjin flicks the half finished cigarette to the ground, stepping on it. He runs a hand through his hair, "I don't know who it's gonna be either." He felt sick, an unease twisting his stomach into knots too tight to even begin to unravel anytime soon. He knew that it wasn't going to go over well, not with the way that his father is, he was expecting some kind of backlash, but not this. Now he's riding on one thing alone; winning that match is his only ticket out of this place and he wasn't sure if he could. "Hey." Yoongi's hand was a comforting weight on his shoulder, enough to ground him and take him out of his head. He sees the concern in Yoongi's eyes, and felt it in the way his hand tightens it's grip, "You'll be alright, we're all here for you if anything happens." 「 ──────── 」 In the days that follow, Seokjin was an anxious mess. He stayed out of the Boxing Gym for the sake of his own sanity. It was currently Thursday, and Seokjin sat in a cafe across from you, bouncing his leg nervously under the table. Things were going well between the both of you, something Seokjin was immensely grateful for; he didn't need the added stress. You looked sleepy, chin proped in your palm and eyes dipping closed ever so often. Seokjin felt bad, knowing that your tiredness stemmed from him keeping you up late when he finally spilled his worries to you. You've been nothing but supportive, telling him to trust himself and go through with it if it's what he really wanted. He couldn't help but feel the weight of tomorrow night already weighing him down, the pressure almost too much. It was difficult to not think about it even as he tried, trying to ground himself to the moment with the feeling of your smaller hand in his. Tried his best to focus on the purpling mark barely hidden by the collar of his tee-shirt that swallowed your form, slipping off your shoulder every time you made a move to drink from your still steaming cup of hot chocolate. Seokjin was glad that you were there with him, offering a certain comfort he couldn't get from his closet friends. "You look worried," Your fingers tap against his palm, his eyes drawn to the motion. Quietly, he flips your hands over and traces the lines he found and use it as his much needed distraction from the large, dark cloud that loomed between the passing hours."It'll be okay, Jin." "Only if I win..." Seokjin mutters, sighing as he leans back against the softness of the chair. "Even if you don't, it'll be okay, yeah?" You squeeze his hand gently, "You'll just have to try again. Tae and I are coming, Jimin too, and Guk and the guys would be there. We'll all be right there, okay?" When Friday night rolled around, Seokjin was

more than a little nervous. His father had sent word that he was on his way out, only if he could beat whoever he puts against him in the ring. The Boxing Gym was packed tonight - everyone came to see if he would win or fail the last match of his career -, Seokjin wasn't sure he's seen this much people since his first title match. The excitement that floated around only served to put him on edge. He bounces nervously on the balls of his feet, standing in the back stage office, watching Jeongguk go up against a man twice his size on the large TV mounted on the wall. Seokjin tried to calm himself down, letting the memory of his younger self sitting in this very room so many years ago with Namjoon flood his mind. The man himself sat on the hard plastic chair, eyes glued to Jeongguk's movements, though, Seokjin could see his worry in the way he rubbed his hands against his thighs restlessly. "He'll lose if he isn't quick enough." Hoseok mumbles, coming into the room, standing next to Seokjin with his hands on his hips. He stares at the live broadcast screening, small frown on his lips, "I think he'll be okay though, just needs to watch his footing..." Hoseok's words trail off as he winced - Jeongguk had just narrowly avoided a right hook. He suddenly spins on his heel to face Seokjin, "Oh right! I came in here for a reason." His hand lands on Seokjin's shoulder, a little roughly, his gaze serious, "Before I say anything, your girl and her friends are here." "I'll let them in." Namjoon stands, waving Hoseok off as he moves to the door himself. He pulls the black door, and Seokjin could just make out the top of Taehyung's head beyond Namjoon's frame. You greet Namjoon with a smile and a friendly pat on the arm before coming in. Taehyung and Jimin following behind looking a bit awestruck and wide-eyed. Seokjin opens his arm for a hug at your approach, shuffling backwards a bit as you quickly stepped into it. Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows behind you, smiling as he not so sneakily sends him a wink before slipping away to the vending machine in the corner of the room. "How're you feeling?" You question was muffled by his sweatshirt, hands fisting the material at his waist. You pull back slightly, chin pressed against his chest as you look up at him, "Doing okay?" "Just nervous, but I'm okay. Thanks for coming," Seokjin smiles, feeling the tension leave his body as you clung to him and he sighs softly, leaning down with the intention to kiss you. Though, he stops short, well aware of the eight pairs of eyes on you both. His eyes dart up to find Hoseok and Namjoon staring at him fondly, and Jimin bashfully looking at the floor when his eyes met his, as though he's been caught seeing something he shouldn't. Your soft laugh reach his ears, and you press an innocent kiss to his cheek. "Okay!" Hoseok says loudly, clapping his hands together, startling Seokjin a bit. Everyone turns to face him, curious and listening, "Firstly, Jin, I need you to calm down. I can feel how tense you are from here. Guk's match is almost over, and when you go out there, don't think about it being your last match too much okay? You'll only be distracted, and that's the last thing you need tonight. You're an all-rounder, so anyone Chi-won puts against you shouldn't be too hard to beat. Just keep a level head and you'll be fine." Seokjin nods along to Hobi's words, the nervousness he's only just gotten rid of returning tenfold as the ringing of the bell sounded loudly. He felt as though his heart was about to burst out of his chest with the speed it's going at, and he tried his best to breathe. He's not felt this nervous about a match in a while, and he remembers why he hated the gut wrenching feeling eating away at him as he watched Jungkook step under the ropes of the ring. "Good luck," You whisper, your hand giving his a gentle squeeze before letting go and moving away. Seokjin sucks in a breath, releasing it harshly through his nose and nods resolutely to himself, "Alright, let's get this over with." He leaves the room with Namjoon

following behind, determined to spend the duration of his match on the outskirts of the ring despite Seokjin's protests. The people lining the corridors moves past him in a blur, some of them wishing him luck, and some only acknowledging him with a wave of their hands. He needed to keep a level head, like Hoseok said, even though he's going into this match with his eyes covered and hands tied, he needed to focus. So everyone's words passes through his ears without so much as an afterthought, Seokjin's mind only occupied with focusing on his breathing and attempting not to throw up even though he could feel the bile racing it's way up his throat. "Jin!" Pulled out of his head, Seokjin finds Jeongguk jogging towards him and Namjoon. He skids to a stop before them, sweat glistening chest still heaving, a purpling bruise decorated his jaw, but Seokjin was sure he wasn't feeling the pain of it just yet. No doubt he was still running high on adrenaline from his match. "Nice work out there, Guk. You did good," Jeongguk's chest puffs up, unable to hide his pride at Seokjin's praise. "Thanks," He smiles, eyes bright, "Good luck out there, I know you'll win." Seokjin couldn't help but think differently, despite everyone's encouraging words - words that were meant to give him confidence. He felt pressured, with everyone's eyes on him, everyone's high expectations, and feeling worse still, knowing that the entire city was watching. He takes a breath, startling slightly when Namjoon's hand lands on his shoulder, he nods his thanks at Jeongguk, giving a smile he hoped wasn't as forced as it felt. "I'll see you after," Jeongguk smiles at him, stepping past him and Namjoon. When he leaves, Seokjin sighs loudly, earning Namjoon's concerned glance. They walk further down the hall, the presence of others dwindling more and more the closer they got to the door. He could hear his match being announced, his opponent unnamed, and the loud screams of the crowd. Seokjin closes his eyes for a moment, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth, Hoseok's words playing on his mind. "Yoongi and I will be right there, just take it easy okay?" Namjoon was staring at the door, worry evident in the furrow of his brow and the sigh that leaves him. The doors are pulled open and Seokjin is almost blinded by the lights, the screams of the crowd only grows as he and Namjoon make their way to the ring. Yoongi was off to the side, dressed in all white, the red band around his forearm standing out against it. He gives a little nod of his head, eyes soft as he watched on. Seokjin pulls his sweatshirt over his head and passes it to Namjoon, feeling a little less nervous now as he took another deep breath. "Good luck." Namjoon says, patting his shoulder as he steps off to the side near Yoongi. Seokjin enters the ring, ducking under the red ropes and moving to stand in the neutral zone, trying his best to ignore the camera crew buzzing near the edges. The announcers words filter through his ears as he waits for the doors on the other end to open. When they do, Seokjin wasn't surprised to realise that he didn't recognize the man approaching the ring with his father. Chi-won's presence didn't elicit much reaction, only looking like a father here to support his son's final match, but Seokjin knew better. The dark look in his eyes spoke only to him as Chi-won kept eye contact and Seokjin refused to be the first one to back down. His opponent enters the ring, and Chi-won walks over to the table where the officials sat, and it was only then that he looked away. Seokjin eyes his opponent, a tree of a man that smirked when their eyes met. His name finally given, but Seokjin was barely paying attention to it, his only focus was winning the match. The referee stands between the both of them, motioning them closer, they shake hands as the referee went over the dos and don'ts, and reminded them of the illegal blows. The man's grip was tight, squeezing Seokjin's hand almost painfully before he releases and they step back to the neutral zone. Seokjin fishes

his mouth guard out of the pocket of his shorts, slotting the hard piece of plastic between his teeth. He straps his red boxing gloves on, making sure that the laces were tight and the velcro straps secured as his opponent did the same. The bell rings. Seokjin shifts backwards as his opponent lunches at him, ducking under his swinging fist. The man turns quickly on his feet, black glove connecting with Seokjin's jaw. Seokjin staggers back a moment, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes tight as they cross, a high pitched ringing staring in his right ear. He could taste copper in his mouth where his teeth met his tongue. The man didn't give Seokjin time to catch his bearings, fists moving in rapid strikes and Seokjin could only shield his face with his forearms. He takes quick steps backwards to the corner of the ring, where the man was forced to back off when the referee came between them. Seokjin shakes his arms, a dull ache settling, nothing he wasn't used to. The match was off to a bad start with him already on the defense, he needed to turn it around fast. The man was quick on his feet, but Seokjin was faster, he just needed to get an opening. The two circle eachother for a moment, the man's mouth moving but his words unheard over the crowd. Seokjin makes the first move, aiming for the man's side, he barely registers the dull shock that ran through his hand from the impact his other hand coming up to catch the underside of his chin. Seokjin misses the fist that come flying towards him, no time to step back when it hits his temple, other fist connecting with his cheek. The man steps away as the referee yells, hands up as he backs off, and Seokjin could barely see straight. "That's illegal!" Yoongi yells, Namjoon trying in vain to stop him from moving from his spot, grabbing his arm and tugging him backwards. "That asshole--" By the time the second round was over, Seokjin could feel the way his limbs ached. He could feel himself slowing down as he ran out of energy. His opponent wasn't doing much better, mouth guard missing and blood dripping from his busted lip. He could see his father just off to the side, the smirk he wore daunting. Seokjin's ears were ringing so loudly he could barely hear a thing, it was clear to him, and probably everyone watching, that his opponent was trying his best to damage him. His head ached with a harsh trob at his temple, and Seokjin was quick enough to avoid a hit at the back of his neck. The old wound that split his brow was open and bleeding, though he couldn't feel it over his headache. Seokjin bounces on spot, squeezing his eyes shut only for the minute he was allowed. The deafing roar of the Boxing Gym did little to settle the ringing of his ears. Blood was dripping into his eye and he could bearly hear Namjoon shouting something to someone - he has no idea where his mouth guard had gone. The match was stopped briefly, his opponent, stalking in the neutral zone of the ring, looking a little too eager for Seokjin's taste. Someone enters the ring, ducking between the ropes at the referees persistence, hurrying over to him with a first aid kit. Through the sweat and the blood dripping into his eyes, he could just barely make out the form of Yoongi, squating in front of him and the bright shine of a light in his eyes. Yoongi's words were muddled, and Seokjin felt as though his head was under water, but he doubt he would have heard him even if his ears weren't ringing right now. "Jin! Can you continue the match?" Namjoon's voice was suddenly loud in his ear, and Yoongi was making quick work of the gash in his eyebrow that he'd somehow manage to acquire. He nods, a little dazed - the world had only just stopped spinning for him - and he got to his feet, ignoring the worried glance that Yoongi shared with his manager. A new mouth guard was pressed firmly into his palm, and he took a deep breath in and a calm exhale. He could do this; it's the last round. All he has to do is knock out his opponent. Shouldn't be too hard, but the man has proven that he could take

a hit, if the previous round was anything to go by. If Seokjin wasn't too busy trying to shake off the beginnings of the concussion he knew would follow after that blow he took to the head, he'd be impressed. Yoongi gives him a pat on the shoulder, and ducks back out of the ring, standing next to Namjoon who looked perplexed and unconvinced as Seokjin gave a thumbs up to the referee. The match began again, and Seokjin and his opponent circled eachother for a brief second, taunting words slipping through the man's mouth guard, muffled and threating. He barely had time to slip backward as the man threw a fist forward, just grazing Seokjin's nose. He could barely see straight, it was a wonder he didn't stumble, and in his state, he was on the defensive. He wondered how far the timer's gone, if the minutes were ticking by as slowly as he presieved them, Seokjin shook his head slightly, the action sending a ricocheting pain around his skull that had him nauseous; he needed to stay focus or he'll risk this win. He could just spot Namjoon's worried expression, his position as his manager allowing him only so much, and Yoongi was biting at the nail of his thumb, nerves evident in the action. Seokjin jabs a fist forward, wincing slightly at the numbness of his hand inside the glove, just managing to distract his opponent enough for him to bring the other upward, connecting with the underside of his jaw with the speed that he was well known for. The man teethered backward, tilting and falling backwards by the blow and Seokjin counted the seconds as the referee approaches to make the count. With just a few seconds left on the timer, Seokjin breathes a sigh of relief as his opponent was unable to stand to continue. There was the unsavoury tatse of copper in his mouth, and the ache in his head that only rose with the sound of the bell and the cheers of the crowd. Seokjin's arm was raised, the man wincing at the action, as he was declared the victor. He could feel his father's dark stare boring into the back of his head, but Seokjin's head felt heavy, the start of a headache already promising to split it in two. He still heard everything as though his head was under water - screams of the audience muddled - and the smile he gave to the flashing cameras felt more like a grimace. Yoongi was in the ring moments after, doing his job with a scowl as he checks over Seokjin's unconscious opponent. The taps against his bruised cheek heavier than they should be, prying the man's eyes open to check. He was over to Seokjin's side in seconds, leading him under the ropes. He saw his father stand, hands clenched at his sides, the ticking of his jaw not subtle enough to hide. Seokjin knows that he wanted to say something, that he wanted to do more than stand where he was, but their reactions to eachother would better be done behind closed doors, away from public scrutiny. So, Seokjin did the next best thing, and bowed respectfully, taking a ragged breath as the bruise on his side protested. Namjoon helps him straighten, a pained expression on his own face as he looks him over. Yoongi begrudgingly stays behind, overseeing the medical team as they attended to the still unconscious man in the ring. He makes a circle motion with his finger, silently letting them both know that they'd see him after. Namjoon leads Seokjin carefully back to the back stage doors, with the man himself making sure that he didn't trip over his own feet. "How's your head?" Namjoon asks, voice low as Seokjin squints at the harsh lighting. He tried his best to not let the still buzzing crowd get to him, the people's voices loud to his ears as they trickled out of the Boxing Gym for the night. "Just about ready to pop. I'm pretty sure I have a concussion." Seokjin's words were slurred, as though he'd drank more than he could handle. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, and he already dreads the aching of his limbs he could feel under the sparks of adrenaline. They make it through the door, Namjoon stilling as he almost rams right into Hoseok. Smiling bright

enough to rival the sun, Hoseok bounces on spot, excitement rolling off him in waves. Seokjin didn't have time to prepare himself for his shouting. "YOU DID IT!" Seokjin winces at the volume of his voice, squinting at Hoseok as he wiggled his arms about in some sort of weird victory dance. "Dude, inside voices only." Yoongi squeezes past Namjoon, shuffling him and Seokjin forward a bit as he pulls the double doors wide open. "And you guys can't stand here, they're bringing that asshole through." Sure enough, the medical team was coming through the door, gurney between them. As they passed Hoseok whistles, patting Seokjin on the shoulder, "Did a number on him huh?" The chuckle that leaves Seokjin was pained, his side aching on his exhale. He was half expecting to lose the match, he thought he was done for with the hit to his temple. The pain was worth it he supposed, with his freedom now in his grasp, finally able to shake lose the chains that weighed him down. He smiled despite the pain in his jaw, reaching over to pat Hoseok's cheek, a soft look in his eyes. "Woah, don't look at me like that." Hoseok teases, swatting at Seokjin's hand lightly, "That's kinda gay, bro." The four share a laugh, feeling light at heart as they crowd the backstage doorway, speaking softly while being mindful of Seokjin's headache. They were joined not much later by the other boys, being led by you who smiled so brightly Seokjin thought he just might go blind untop of everything else. Plans were made for a celebratory dinner at Seokjin's place for later, and Namjoon left, saying that he had to pack up this things to leave as well. Jeongguk was practically bouncing off the walls in his excitement, almost vibrating in place as he told Seokjin about everything he found cool about his match. The man himself chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his side. "You doing okay?" Your words were whispered, breath warm against his chest, as you look up at him, squinting a bit. Seokjin nods, his hand squeezing gently at your hip when he smiled. He finally felt as though he could breathe, head now above the water he was sinking in, though the feeling was a tad bitter, as things were still left undone. The small group of four slowly made their way down the hall, Hoseok and Jeongguk talking animatedly a couple steps ahead, and Seokjin and You lingering behind, soft words between you both. "You sure you're okay? You look a bit woozy," You like at his stomach, making Seokjin chuckle and gently swat at your hand. He leans down a bit, lips pressing against your temple briefly. "I'll let Yoongi check me over before we leave, okay?" You seem pleased with his answer, nodding with a smile. 「 ──────── 」 Seokjin's hair was still damp when he was halfway through shoving his spare clothes into his bag, little droplets dangling off the ends of his dark hair. His locker now empty, name tag gripped tightly in his hand after he'd pulled it from the slot in the door. Almost quiet footsteps reach his ears, and he turns, half ready to tell Namjoon that he was ready to leave. "I'm comin- Oh." His father stood at the door, looking older than he'd seen him in years, a sort of sadness in his eyes as he watched him. Seokjin knew he'd come to him on his own, and he watches Chi-won expectantly as he shouldered his bag, eyebrow raised slightly. "I suppose I should congratulate you." His father kept the distance between them wide, hand still on the door's handle. Seokjin tightens his hold on his bag strap, chest feeling tight. The revelation that he's won, that he was just a couple minutes shy of leaving this place behind had him a bit winded. Everything he's worked hard for is now being placed behind him and he's closing off this part of his book. "I wish you the best of luck out there." "Thank you." Seokjin mutters, quietly as his brows furrow slightly. He breathes in a soft breathe, looking around at the dangling florescent lights and the white tiles beneath his feet for the last time. His father still

hovered at the door, mouth set in a firm line as though he was having an internal battle with his thoughts. Seokjin deeming the conversation over, he makes his way to the door, brushing by his father who stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "You..." He trailed off, strong brows furrowed as he struggled, "You did good kid." Seokjin couldn't stop the surprised sound that left him or the tears that spring to his tired eyes, hearing the words he'd longed to hear for years fall from his father's lips. He didn't know what to say to him, mouth opening for a minute before it snaps shut. He wanted to ask why, after all this time he chooses now, when he was on his way out to say such a thing. "Thanks...Dad." His father nods, a little sadly Seokjin notices, and he takes his hand, giving a soft squeeze. "I'll keep in touch." 「 ──────── 」 Seokjin walks around you, his hand brushing yours as he places the opened bottle of wine and what was left of it in his fridge. Once the boys had left, Seokjin noticed the quiet of his house without the loud sound of Hoseok's laugh or Taehyung and Jeongguk bickering over who got the last of the grilled pork. Seokjin had been feeling light all night, weight finally lifted off his shoulders, surrounded by the people he held close to his heart, and you, closer still. He didn't want to think too much, headache eased but still present, as he swayed you slightly, standing behind you as you washed the dishes. Your soft giggle reaches his ears when his lips pressed against your neck, hands gripping your hips and squeezing gently. Your head drops back against his shoulder, a sigh leaving you, "You're distracting." Seokjin hums noncommittally, mouth sucking light bruises against your flesh, "This dress is distracting," And it was, soft blue cotton clinging to your form, swaying with your every movement and Seokjin had caught himself staring at your legs halfway through dinner. He leans over you, shutting off the tap and ignoring your little groan as he spun you around. "I wanna finish washing those, you know." Even as you said this, you made no move to stop him as he kisses you, tongue finding yours instantly. "Why do those when you could be doing me?" Seokjin whines, pulling away from you, his forehead resting against yours. He tugs at the end of your skirt lightly, hand straying, sliding up your thigh. He pulls you away from the sink, walking backwards and almost tripping, much to his embarrassment. You laugh, taking his hand and leading the way instead. He watches the way your hips sway enticingly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. When you got to his bedroom, Seokjin had you up against the door, legs around his waist, his hand in your hair as he tugged. He groans against your neck, pressing his straining bulge against your core, hissing through his teeth at your moan. He pulls away from you, setting you on your feet, "Fuck, take that off." His fingers fumble with the zipper at the back of your dress, tugging it down so you could step out of it. He swears softly at the sight of you, staring up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, kiss swollen bottom lip caught between your teeth. He kisses you softly, gently, a hand cupping your cheek, the other, making it's way under the waistband of your panties. He groans at the wetness he found there, fingers sliding easily against your folds, smirking at the way your hips buck forward, your moan a plea against his lips. "Eager, pretty girl?" Seokjin hums, teeth nipping at your earlobe just as his fingers slipped inside your heat. Your mouth sucks at his pulse, soft moans making his knees weak and his cock throb in his jeans. You pulled away first, and Seokjin watches with a heavy gaze as you sink to your knees, his hand finding your hair when your fingers unbuttoned his jeans. He drags his bottom lip through his teeth, watching you pull his cock out, he sighs at your touch, fingers trailing lightly up his shaft to the leaking red tip. Pink tongue darting out for a taste and Seokjin groans, grip in your hair

tightening a little, "Don't tease." Your warm breath ghosting over the head of his cock had him twitching in your grip, your lips wrapping around him a second later. "Shit." Seokjin braces his weight against the door, palm against it as your head bobbed between his legs, and Seokjin knew he wouldn't last long in the heat of your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder. Hips jerking forward when you swallowed around him and he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling tingles running up his spine and the way his stomach tensed. "Fu-- stop. Baby stop." You pull away with a giggle as his chest heaved and he counts to ten, trying his damnedest not to bust his load right then. His groan a little high pitched when you flicked your tongue against him, thighs tensing up. He pulls you up by your arms, shuffling awkwardly to his bed with his jeans constricting his movement. He shucks them off, legs tangling in his haste, the view of you blocked momentarily as he pulled his shirt over his head. Missing you sliddling your underwear off to throw on the floor. You scoot up the bed when Seokjin crowds your space, pressing kisses and bruises against the soft skin of your chest. Rutting his hips forward, dragging his cock against your slick folds. You fingers tangle in his hair, chest rising and falling quickly. Seokjin smirks, his bottom lip already red and swollen, found its way between his teeth as his eyes left yours to look at the mess he's made of you. With his thumb he kept his cock in place, hips rolling in a slow, torturous pace and your eyes fluttered close when the head of his cock brushed your clit. "Fuck, Jin ple--" Your words trailed off as Seokjin finally pushed in, taking his time to savour the feel of your walls fluttering around him. His lips parts, releasing a moan that had you clenching tightly and him cursing. Seokjin sets a slow pace, it was more of a slow grind than measured thrusts. His hands trailing up to grip your hips, bottom lip held prisoner between his teeth as he savoured the feel. He leans down, pressing a firm kiss to your swollen lips, stopping his movements briefly. "You ready?" He whispers, his mouth an inch away from yours, large hand now gripping your thigh. You nod as eagerly as you could without knocking your forehead against his. Seokjin kisses you again, gently nipping at your bottom lip, before he leans back and sets a punishing pace. He watches your eyes roll back, fingers curling into the dark sheets, a moan of name had him gripping your thighs harder. "Oh fuck, yes baby girl. Fuck, yeah say my name like that." He groans, hips snapping against yours, you hiccup a moan, the sound broken in two by Seokjin's thrust. He could feel you squeezing so tightly around him, the pitch of your moans rising in his ears. You're whimpering, sweet, needy moans against his lips, fingers tight in his hair, your hips meeting his thrusts halfway. He slots his hand between you, fingers rubbing in quick circles against your clit, grunting when your pussy clenched. "Wanna come, sweet girl? Hmm?" "Y-yeah," You bite down on your bottom lip, thighs squeezing tightly around his waist. Seokjin groans, chasing his high with you, not bothering with the sweat that dripping into his eyes, hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. You suck in a sharp breath, high pitched moan following as your body tensed and shuddered, walls tightening. "That's it -- Fuck, yes. Good girl. Fuck." Seokjin couldn't keep his pace, thrusting hard and deep, whispered warning a precursor to his end. He barely manages to get the words out before he stilled, painting your insides with his cum. His arm beside your head struggles to hold his weight as he trembled above you. He milked his cock with a few lazy, shallow thrusts, leaning down to press kisses to wherever he could reach. "I love you," He murmurs against your skin as your run your fingers through his damp hair, words repeated back softly with a light laugh. Seokjin laid half awake later that night, contented with the way everything had fallen into place like a

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Chan’s Room- Chan X Felix.

Tw~ Degrading, Rough sex, Spanking, Exhibition???

Plot: Chan has a special guest for this episode of Chan’s room. But things didn’t go quite as planned.

Note; please send requests❤️

"Hello stayyy." He smiled as he looked into the camera. His body slightly hunched over hiding one of the members.

"We have a special guest on today's episode of Chan's room!"

Felix popped up from his hidden position with a cute little smile on his face.

"Aussie Aussie Aussie!"

The two giggled and began to interact with their fans.

"So what song recommendations do you guys have today?'

~comment: Love talk-wayv.

"How about that one channie?"

Felix questioned reading out the comment.

Chan had been avoiding playing this song for months and Felix knew exactly why.

The song was suggestive to say the least, but there was no getting out of it now.

"I - uh yeah okay."

The music began to play from the speakers and Felix started to dance around in his seat.

The younger Australian ran his hands through his hair biting his lip to match the vibe of the song.

He smirked as from the corner of his eye he saw Chan gulp and flush red.

"It's hot in here isn't it? Look you've gone all red."

Felix proceeded to take off his jumper to reveal a thin tight black shirt underneath. He knew exactly what he was doing to the elder and he was having fun with it.

"You know if you are hot you could just take off your jumper?"

He knew that wasn't possible since Chan didn't wear shirts underneath.

The song came to a stop and the two continued to interact with stays.

~comment: Chan how have you been?

"I've been doing good actually. The other day me and Lix-"

He was cut off from his sentence when he felt a hand squeeze his thigh.

He shot a warning glance at his friend and continued his sentence.

"The other day me and Lix went out for food with Jackson from Got7. Yeah and it was really nice."

~comment: what did you order?

Felix read out the comment as he trailed his hand further up Chan's thigh, it was now running dangerously close to his growing erection.

"I uhh I ordered a burger and Felix had s-steak."

His voice cracked and he stuttered as Felix was now palming him through his trousers.

The sight of the elder man so desperate to come undone but trying so hard to keep what was happening a secret was turning Felix on beyond belief.

A small whimper left Chan's lips causing Felix's eyes to shoot wide open. He acted as if he had no idea what was happening and he read out a comment.

~comment: Chan are you okay?

"I- yeah I'm fine. I just remembered I have to end the live a little early today. We have schedule and I completely forgot."

Carefully not to give themselves away Chan brushed Felix's hand off his crotch and stood up to hug the camera.

"Thank you for spending your evening with me, goodbye stays goodbye baby stays."

The two waved goodbye to the camera before finishing up.

Felix was pushed against the sofa.

"Oh you are gonna pay for what you did back there baby boy."

Chan growled into his ear, attaching his lips to the youngers neck, wasting no time to cover him in hickys.

"Mmmh I'm sorry daddy."

Chan began to rip their clothes off until they were separated by nothing but the thin material of their boxers.

He attacked Felix's lips exploring his mouth roughly with his tongue as he grinded his hips against the boy Beneath him.

"Such a naughty little slut for daddy aren't you?"

All Felix could do was moan in response.

"Awe my little fuck toy is lost for words."

Chan just chuckled and leaned down to tease the boys sensitive nipples with his tongue, lapping at it slowly before moving onto the other and nibbling at it causing Felix to Yelp.

"What were you thinking trying to get me off infront of stay hm?"

Before he could get a response he leaned down to roughly kiss him again. Teasingly his fingers circled the boys nipples which were wet with salava before flicking them mercilessly while Felix whined into his mouth.

The younger was desperate, his cock ached for release from the tight restraints of his boxers and Chan could tell.

He slowly pulled them down Felix's legs admiring his cock as it sprung free.

A pink blush flushed over the bottoms cheeks.

"P-please touch me daddy." He bit his lip in anticipation.

"Shh baby, you've been naughty and naughty boys get punished, turn around."

The younger gulped as he obeyed his orders.

A loud gasp left his lips as he felt Chan's hand come into contact with his ass creating a loud smack sound and a sting.

"I want you to count for me. Take your punishment like a good little boy and then I'll reward you."

His hand smacks against Felix's ass again

"Mmh fuck o-one."

He cried out the pain making his eyes water and his leaking cock rut up against the leather of the sofa.

"T-two."

Chan's hand caressed the youngers ass, each smack getting harder leaving red stinging marks.

It felt like the punishment was going on for ages and Felix was a stuttering mess.

"Ouch mmh f-fifty."

He panted catching his breath.

"You did so well baby boy."

Chan flipped the boy over and helped him onto his knees before removing his own boxers and rubbing his dick against the boys lips.

"Suck." He demanded.

The elder threw his head back and let out a groan as Felix gave soft kitten licks to the tip, lapping at his slit before sucking slowly at it and taking it down his throat. His tongue traced the bulging veins in his cock and he hummed around him in pleasure causing it to twitch.

"Fuck, your mouth is so wet baby. I'm gonna cum."

He pulled his cock from the youngers mouth and positioned himself behind him.

"P-please."

Felix tried to press his ass against Chan's cock but he moved away teasingly.

"How pathetic. I wonder what stay would say if they saw you here begging for my cock like a little whore."

He growled grabbing a fistful of Felix's hair to pull his head to kiss him messily.

He looked at the boys face. Lips swollen cheeks flushed red, eyes narrow and begging for more.

He began to rub the tip of his cock against the youngers ass slowly to tease him.

"Daddy please need your cock." He whined.

That's when Chan slammed into the boy causing him to let out a low groan as Felix cried out with pain and pleasure.

"So fucking tight baby, your ass feels so good around my cock."

He rocked at a steady pace hitting the boys prostate with each thrust.

The sound of skin against skin and whimpers filled the room.

"F faster please."

Felix could barely speak at this point.

"Awe my little cumslut wants more hm? You take my cock so fucking well baby."

He picked up his pace, roughly slamming in and out of his tight hole.

His hand held tightly onto Felix's throat applying just enough pressure to drive him crazy.

The bottom blabbered in pleasure.

"Mmh Ugh I- fuck uh I'm gonna cum mghh."

Felix shot his load making a mess all over himself as his ass clenched around Chan's cock causing him to release inside the boy.

The two panted, riding out there highs before Chan pulled out admiring the cum dripping out of the boys ass.

"You look so fucked out and pretty baby."

Felix blushed harder as Chan spread his legs wide and licked at the cum leaking from his hole. His tongue circled around the pulsing entrance, lapping up the mess he had made before he went up to kiss Felix on the lips.

"That was amazing Channie."

Felix cuddled into the mans side feeling content until he saw something from the corner of his eye.

His eyes immediately widened and he sat up grabbing a cushion to cover himself with.

"Lix what's wrong?"

Chan's voice was full of concern.

"Look at your phone..."

Chan walked over to his phone and his mouth dropped open as he saw it.

Comments. Thousands and thousands of comments.

~comment: umm what???

~comment: fuck this is so hot.

~Comment: oh god I can't take this.

~comment: they're literally... I- I'm not complaining.

He forgot to end the live.

Thousands of people had just seen him railing his band member.

He chuckled nervously.

"Oh haha Um hi stay. I guess I didn't end the vlive properly. Well I- Yeah."

Felix burned red with embarrassment as Chan just dug the hole even deeper trying to figure out what he could say to get them out of this mess.

"Well I guess me and Lix are gonna go now. Goodbye stay. Goodbye baby stay."

Despite the awkwardness and embarrassment he felt Chan still ended the live with a hug. One hand covering his cock and the other wrapping around the camera, his abs in full view of the camera.

This time he made sure to end the live properly.

"Chan it's all over Twitter."

Felix groaned covering his face.

Chan just walked over to him embracing him in a hug.

"As awful as this whole situation was... it's kinda hot tho don't you think?"

He smirked at the younger who blushed and shyly agreed.

"Don't worry. Everything will be okay. But I suppose we better get dressed and arrange a meeting with JYP and the boys."

The two cleaned up their mess before preparing to face their band members.

#skz smut #skz fanfic #stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #chanlix #chanlix smut #smut #fanfiction #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #bxb

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dioko · 3 years

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NOT JUST ANYONE.

izuku midoriya x gn! reader

Word Count -> ~ 1810

Genre -> oneshot, fluff

Content -> mildly suggestive (spice rating is 1.5/5), drunk reader, swearing, college au! characters, older reader and younger deku | please lemme know if i missed anything!

Summary -> You really did believe a certain Izuku Midoriya had his nose buried in his textbooks 24/7. Your first impression of him had led you to pin him as a downright nerd - boring and young and nowhere near your type.

a/n -> 1. idk about the cover page i jus thought deku looked cool there and the oneshot title is eh 2. this was in my drafts for a long, LONG time and today i finally got it to the point where i didn't hate it. enjoyy <333

Once, you really did believe a certain Izuku Midoriya had his nose buried in his textbooks 24/7. Your first impression of him had led you to pin him down as a nerd - boring, and young and nowhere near your type.

Boy, were you wrong.

The first time you’d met him, he’d smiled at you with such bright, green eyes, it was almost impossible not to smile back.

“Hello, l/n y/n, s’nice to finally meet you! I’m Midoriya Izuku!” He'd very obviously sunken his voice an octave lower, and whether that was on purpose or not, it was still cute. Still innocent, still pure.

Not attractive, whatsoever.

“Yeah,” you'd turned your attention back to your work,“it’s nice to meet you too.”

After that, your ever-so-impatient brother had rushed him into his room, and Midoriya had obliged - not before shooting you one last glance. In hindsight, there might’ve been something just a teeny bit darker that had resided in Midoriya's lively eyes.

Then, weeks passed.

Was it just you, or did college students grow really, really fast?

As he left your brother's work room for the millionth time that month, you found yourself noticing how different he looked compared to when you’d first met him. Now, when Izuku waved a (large, my god) hand at you, he looked taller, broader… older.

“See you," he chirped to his friend, bringing you back to the reality where he was most definitely not older than you.

Wake up, you're practically a senior citizen, you’d chided yourself, there’s no way he’s mature enough for you. Then, another side of you, presumably the devil that sat on your shoulder, tried to argue. You’re not much older, it said, he’s practically the same age as you.

“Oh wait- there was something I had to ask you, l/n-”

“S’fine, you can call me y/n, ‘Zuku.” you didn’t intend to call him something so intimate, the words just.... absent-mindedly slipped out your mouth.

Oopsies daisies!

“Oh! I - I can? Um… ah,” you watched, mildly entertained by the way he tripped up his words, all from a nickname, “we’re all going out tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come-”

“Who’s we?”

“Er- me, and… and your brother! And a few others!”

“Oh?” You couldn’t let yourself smile, not yet.

“It’ll be fun!” He sputtered, “a lot of um, a lot of… um, drinking?” It sounded more like a question than a persuasive statement.

You blinked. “Yeah sure, that sound’s good. I didn’t take you for someone who drank.”

“I don’t?”

“Then why are you going?”

“I thought it would be a good way to spend time with y- my friends.”

“Ah, your friends.”

“Yup,” he squeaked.

“Okay then!” You smacked him playfully on his arm - his large, extremely toned, t-shirt-stretching arm - and jolted him out of his fear, “I’ll see you then, ‘Zuku!”

Izuku Midoriya had a surprising number of friends.

He had, in a gentlemanly fashion, offered to walk with you to the bar (though your brother was there too) and when you stepped in, you were taken aback by the several people at your table.

Your guts told you to sit beside the angry one - he looked… fun.

“Who the fuck is this?” The blond talked like you weren’t there.

“Kacchan,” another blond - with a black streak in his hair - chided, “be nice to the pretty birdie!” Was he drunk already?

“Yeah, Kacchan,” you smirked, “respect your elders.”

The first blond just about exploded on the spot.

“Watch your mouth,” he seethed at you.

“Hot,” you muttered, unaware of evergreen eyes that couldn’t seem to peel themselves off your lips; your soft, pink, kissable lips.

“What the fuck?” Kacchan flinched back.

“Sorry,” you grinned, “I meant ‘little snot’.”

“Yeah? I’ll show you little sn-”

Four flirtatious advances from three of Izuku’s friends, two hours and 1 mental breakdown later, you were finally ready to go home - everyone was, really - but where was your brother?”

“Deku,” he’d hissed at the greenette, “I’m not going back to the apartment today, can you take-” he gestured towards you, slumped over a pile of food, “- that thing back to the apartment?”

Izuku opened his mouth, about to ask why he couldn’t but immediately shut up again when he realized it was more time he had to spend with you. “Yeah, no problem.”

“Don’t try anything.”

“Wasn’t gonna!” Awkwardly, Izuku scooched his way past Sero and Uraraka, trying to find a place to put his hands so he could lift you off the table. Luckily, he didn’t have to.

“Ah, ‘Zuku!” You gave him a cheeky grin, “you’re friends are so…” you watched Bakugou, “... cute. Have a drink!” It was almost laughable how quickly you changed from topic to topic. Almost. The only non-laughable part was that Bakugou seemed to be a recurring theme.

Izuku pursed his lips, “no, you’re drunk. One of us has to be clear-minded enough to take you home.”

“You’re so smart! Good boy,” you ruffled his hair with a sticky hand, and your rapid strokes fell to a halt when you realized how soft his green hair was. “Wow,” you whispered, “I love your hair. Lemme smell it-”

“NO, no. We’re going home.”

“We?” A smirk played on your lips.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you frowned when he didn’t stutter - he didn’t even go red. Izuku’s entire demeanor had changed; there was no nervous little college guy right now trying to talk to you, there was a friend (haha) genuinely trying to get you home safely. “Now c’mon, can you walk?”

You stood up and skipped a few steps. “Yup.”

“So, Izuku,” you didn’t bother to hide the fact that you were (very greedily) squeezing his biceps, “gotta girlfriend?”

“N-no.”

“... a boyfriend?”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’, and pulled you onto the wall-side of the sidewalk when a car drove by.

“Any significant other...ss?” You added the plural, just in case.

“No,” he smiled slyly at you, “why? Are you interested?”

You’d known him for months, but this was the first time he’d said something so forward, enough to make your cheeks flare so hot they felt cold.

“No way,” you spoke like it was obvious, and then quickly checked to make sure he didn’t look hurt. “Hey! Why do you look so amused?”

“M’not,” he turned his head, so you couldn’t see the smile.

“You are. Why?”

“Ah, I can’t say. We’re here,” he punched in the apartment code. “You should get ready for bed.”

There was a small, comfortable pause before drunk-you decided to ignore his advice and speak again. “So, do ya like anyone?”

“I like a lot of people,” Izuku smirked.

Smirked.

“N-no,” you played with the hem of your sweater, “I meant, do you like-like anyone?”

“Hm,” he thought for a second, “that’s a secret.”

“C’mon ‘Zuku! You can trust me!”

“I know that - gimme your coat,” he set it onto a nearby couch and began to flick on random lights, “I still can’t say it, though.”

“Why not?”

“Y/n,” you froze. He’d called you by your first name before, why did it feel so weird now?

“Yes?”

“I’m taking you to your bedroom.”

“You… you are?”

“You’ve got to sleep.”

Oh. Boringggg.

“I don’t wanna,” you hissed, flopping onto your bed anyways. He took a seat at the foot of it.

“Do you… do you ever remember anything once you're sober again?”

“Nope!” You knew you should’ve lied, but you didn’t, “m’friends say I don’t remember a single thing the next morning.”

He chuckled a little bit, almost in disbelief at you. “That’s not something you can just tell anyone.”

“I know, but you’re not just ‘anyone’.”

“I feel like I’m talking to a child.”

“I’m older than you.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, “it’s kinda hot.”

“What?” Did you mishear? “How do you know what hot means?”

“Y/n! I’m not that young!” He laughed, “sheesh, that hurts.”

“Hurts?”

“Yeah,” he smiled coolly. After all, you weren’t going to remember this conversation.

“”Why does it hurt?”

“... No reason, don’t worry,” he laughs again, for the third time in a row, but it feels dry to you, and empty, too.

“So who do you like?” You chirped again, completely disregarding his ‘I’m pretty sure I just got brother-zoned’ ideology.

“I told you, that’s a secret…” then, he bit his lip, “... but you won’t remember anyways, right?”

“Yep!”

“Then... I like you.”

“Who?” You smiled.

“You.”

“Oh, I like you, too.”

“I like-like you.”

“I like-like you, too.”

“You’re drunk,” he smiled sadly, “sleep.”

“I want fruit.”

“Now? You want me to go get you fruit?”

“Please?”

You inhaled the bucket of raspberries, “anyways, I really do like you. You’re so small and cute.”

“I’m small?”

“No, you’re built like a tank,” you giggled. Sober-you would have called drunk-you an airhead, “I think you’re sexy as hell.”

“Yeah?”

You leaned closer to him. You were sure he could smell alcohol and sugar on your breath, but you didn’t care. “Yeah.”

“Then can I tell you something else?”

“Sure!”

“Kacchan annoys me so much,” he wiped off the juice that dribbled down your chin with his thumb, and you made the mistake of leaning into his touch, “especially when he flirts with you.”

“When’s he ever flirted with me?”

“Tonight,” Izuku pulled back, and you (embarrassingly) fell forward. “I didn’t like it.”

“Were you jealous?”

“Yes,” he admitted, and quite shamelessly - but only because you weren’t sober.

“Aw, don’t be jealous,” you cooed at him, and then randomly, “you remind me of bunnies!”

“That’s cute,” his voice was hoarse, “then, can you promise me something, bunny?”

You flushed hot. “That - that’s not what I meant, I meant you’re my bunny.”

“Sure,” he nodded along.

You shuffled yourself a little closer to him. This wasn’t the Midoriya Izuku you’d come to know, who was he? Why was he so different from the twitchy student who cared so much about his grades?

“What did you want me to promise?” It was a good idea to change the topic, you thought, for his sake, not your own. Definitely.

“Promise me you won’t let Kacchan get so close to you anymore,” he played with your fingers, “you can do that, right? You... can be a good bunny for me?”

“Mhm,” you couldn't refuse when he put it like that.

“Go to bed now, it’s late.”

“On one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

“Kiss me.”

Izuku paused. His eyes were on your lips, that was for sure, but he showed no sign of moving closer. “M’not gonna do that when you're drunk.”

You frowned.

“I’ll sit with you ‘till you're asleep. I’m not… touching you, though.”

“Manly,” you murmured.

“Human decency,” he corrected.

The greenette pulled your covers above your waist and moved to the desk chair in your room, “good night, y/n.”

It was a shame this would all be forgotten, and the two of you would be back to square one by morning.

a/n -> yes the nickname has everything to do with my URL and so what

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roscgcld · 3 years

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THE LOVE OF AN OLDER BROTHER || INUMAKI TOGE

request: Okay if you accept sibling fluff can I request inumaki toge little sister reader(in elementary school) ,where she's deaf and gets bullied for it but doesn't tell him because she thinks it's to much of a burden(like silent voice)

note: hello love! thank you so much for your request! tbh, i’ve never watched the movie A Silent Voice before, so I had to do some Youtubing to find some clips - and I blame you for making me ugly cry at 2 am in the morning lmao. It’s so sweet and such a coming of age story in a way, so I tried to channel that into my writing >< I definitely enjoyed this one a lot!

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: inumaki toge

pronouns: she/her

trigger warning: bullying/physical assault mentioned, along with self depreciating and suicidal thoughts. read with caution.

proof read: N/A

Being from a clan like the Inumaki clan, many from the Jujutsu world would just automatically assume that you’d inherate the powerful Cursed Speech Curse Ability from your family. However, there is always that few exceptions when it came to things like this; and this time, you were that one exception.

You were born deaf, and because of this, you were looked down upon by the elders of your clan for being a ‘waste of an heir’. Your father, a loving man, had always shield you from there vile words; and from example your older brother, a gifted user, became overprotective of you. He would willingly take a bullet for you, constantly showering you in love and affection, and even going so far as learning how to use sign language at a young age so he can communicate with you.

Because he just wants you to grow up in a loving and somewhat normal life. That’s all he wants for you.

Hence why, instead of following the normal route of a jujutsu student, your parents decided to sign you up in a nearby elementary school with the hopes that you get to bond with normal children. So that’s how you found yourself dressed in a cute floral dress, your white frilly socks with simple Mary Janes, your white hair pulled back into a delicate braid; all excited with your backpack filled with things you picked up at the stationery store and a bento prepared by your mother.

Since it was his day off, Toge took up the responsibility of sending you off on your first day, making sure that the entire process will be smooth sailing for you. Walking down the street of your town, he lets you swing your hands between each other, smiling behind his black mask at how excited you were to start your first day of school. It warmed his heart that you get to experience normal things like this, and without knowing it, you motivated him to push himself harder to become a stronger shaman, to protect the world that brings you so much joy.

Soon you both found your way into the school grounds and quietly, Toge brought you aside so that he can pull his mask down, revealing his tattooed mouth and tongue. But you just smile at your older brother, who smiles back before he reaches over to ruffle your hair between his fingers. Quietly he signed to you, mouthing the worlds he wanted to say silently instead of wording them out in the open; he was a Cursed Speech user, after all. The safest way for him to communicate for you is for him to use onigiri ingredients. or to word out the words silently whilst doing the signs with his hands.

‘You ready for school, pipsqueak?’

“Uf huf!” You said happily, your speech clearly slurred and not so clear since you had never been corrected on how to say words properly - but with how you excitedly nod your head with a wide smile, Toge can pretty much interpret what you were saying. Smiling warmly at your excitement, he leans over to kiss you on the forehead on last time before pulling his mask back on. With that he got back up and, after taking your outstretched hand, you two joined the rest of the crowd once more.

After a lot of paperwork and awkward one sided conversations, since Toge went with the excuse that he had a sore throat, you soon found yourself being led to stand behind your new classmates, who were focused on saying goodbye to their parents. Toge squatted down before you and you can immediately tell he was smiling behind his mask, causing you to smile back as well. Quietly he leans forward to rub his masked nose with yours, something that you two always do when the other is about to leave.

With a giggle you happily rubbed your nose against his as well, and with another parting pat to your head, he got up and followed the other parents that were ushered out of the crowded hallway. Soon a few of the more confident students started to introduce themselves to one another, and one of those children came running towards you with a grin. “Good morning! My name is Taku, nice to meet you!” He greeted loudly as he bowed at you and the girls around you, who all gave him an uninterested glance before turning their attention away from him.

But you did give him an excited smile before you started to sign back a greeting, trying to vocalise your name at the same time. This cause everyone in the hallway to pause and stare at you in confusion, since they had not expected for someone who looks so sweet and soft spoken to have spoken in such a loud and odd way. However before anyone can make a comment about it, the teacher finally arrived with a warm smile on his face, gesturing for the students to entire their new class.

This moment of excitement managed to distract the students and soon everyone flooded into the room, waiting for their seat arrangements to be settled by the teacher before they start their first real day as students. Of course, like any first day of school, you had to do the ice breaker activities to introduce your name and greeting the rest of the class. Everyone had to do it, regardless if they were ready to do it or not - and you were no exception.

You stood up excitedly before you started to say what sounds like your name, signing along the way to try and express yourself better. Once again, everyone was staring at you in confusion, having never heard someone speak like you before. Your teacher just smiles and nods, introducing you to the rest of the students simply. “Inumaki here is actually deaf, meaning she can’t hear you all. So you have to be more creative when you want to talk to her. However, just because she is different, doesn’t mean she is any different from you all. So I expect to treat her like everyone else.”

The simple explanation caused the rest of the students to nod softly, giving you more curious looks since they’ve never been around someone like you before. But on the outside, you were pretty much the same like the rest of them; so it was easy to forget that you were any different from them in the beginning.

It was actually really fun for you - for your entire life, you had always been around sorceress, feeling like an outcast in such a well gifted family. Even though you had a disadvantage, you had always been acutely aware of where curses were, being able to locate them quite accurately even without former training. But you were still a child, so you were given a chance to try out the life as a normal child. You were ecstatic, since you had always dreamed what it would be like to start school and live a normal life.

But, as if the world wanted to spite you, things never tend to go your way.

You remember how things first started out for you - people were shocked at how loud and different you were, but made a real effort to try and talk to you to try and get to know you; since that was what their teachers told them to. However, after awhile, people started to talk behind your back; about how you made no real effort to try and join the conversation, even though the hearing aids you donned on seemed to help you understand them just a little better. At first you ignored the comments of just a few people, having been able to ignore all the backhanded comments that the elders have made for almost your entire life.

However, the first ever boy who introduce himself to you, Taku, seemed to have deemed you to be the odd one out - and for some reason, had decided that you were going to be the subject of his new taunts and teases. At first it was small things like playful off handed comments about you that made your mood fall, but didn’t do much. You have been subjected to worse treatement from others. However, as the weeks go by, it was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Toge had noticed that as the weeks go on, the enthusiasm that you once held for school started to dwindle. Every time he asks you about it though, you would just quickly wave him off, saying that you were just tired with how much work it takes to with people who weren’t necessarily used to using sign language and understanding you. Technically you weren’t lying, since you were mentally drained trying to communicate with so many different types of people. But at the same time, all the off-handed comments were getting to you.

Your answer definitely has him concerned, since he was used to having his baby sister basically talking his ear off on a normal bases; but he didn’t push you too much. It was something he had learnt to do when it comes to you - that when you really need him, you’d come and tell him no matter what. And it was true; even if it was a small trivial matter, you always come whining to him for attention and a listening ear. So he doesn’t necessarily push you to tell him, but he did remind you that if you needed him, he would be there.

And you knew that, but the same time, somehow there were seeds of doubts planted in your mind.

“Don’t you think you’re annoying people all the time?”

“God, you’re so noisy! Can’t you talk quieter?! No wonder people don’t like talking to you~”

“Can you stop trying so hard? You just sound weird.”

It hurt you, and with how busy he can get with his own school life and rarely get to see you, these words started to fill your head and make you feel like you aren’t worth all the effort that people put into trying to communicate with you. It made you start to become closed off and stop making the effort to talk to people, because in your eyes, you didn’t want to be a bigger bother then you already are for people.

Your sudden silence definitely had your parents getting concerned about you, since they were weren’t sure as to why you were suddenly so quiet and secluded from your family when you all used to be such a close family unit. Toge was the most concerned one out of everyone, so after he finally got home from his classes for the week, he had brought some some of the fruit tarts he knows you love from a nearby bakery.

Quietly he made his way to his baby sister’s room, knocking on the wooden frame of the shoji doors to let her know he was coming in. “Salmon?” He calls out curiously as he carefully pushes open the door to your room open, peeking his head in side. The sight of you curled up on your side on your bed, not even acknowledging that your brother had entered your room. Your lack of response does concern him; so he quietly set the box of tarts down on your bedside table before carefully setting down on the bed beside you.

Quietly he reaches over to run his fingers through your soft hair, wordlessly giving you the comfort you didn’t know you were needing. Just a simple touch from someone who you have been trying to hide for so long definitely have your eyes watering. Wordlessly you turned to face your older brother, who just gave you an encouraging smile before he opens his arms for you.

You launched yourself into his arms, and if he hadn’t been waiting for it to happen, he would have fallen back from the sheer force of the hug. Any normal person would have asked you hundreds of questions that will frankly make you feel worse, but Toge was just a pro at understanding you without you needing to say a word.

He might not know just what is it that got you so upset in the first place, and just how much seeing him in your room made you feel a little less lonely; but he wordlessly just wraps his arms around you, pressing soft kisses on the top of your head wordlessly as you soaked his shirt with your tears. It breaks his heart that you were going through the pains of having to live with something that you didn’t choose to have.

But if all you need was someone to lean on, he just wants wants you know that he’s here no matter what.

#inumaki imagines #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #inumaki x reader #inumaki x you #inumaki fluff #inumaki

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ratedbangtann · 4 years

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“Hey, you.” ~ JJK [18+]

↳ summary - Your friends made fun of you constantly for your crush on Jungkook. Except, you didn't have a crush on Jungkook - did you?

↳ rating - explicit/18+

↳ word count - 8.6k

↳ pairing - Jungkook x reader

↳ genre - college!au, friends to lovers

↳ warnings - TW// F2L, a little humour, passionate and rushed sex, fingering, unprotected sex (pls assume birth control! But wrap it up, guys), romantic sex, steamy and heated and generally just everything you want from college boy JK, right?

↳ a.n - what’s up, beauties! I was commissioned again! I hope you love this, I thought it was cute lmao. If you would like your own commision, or would like to leave a tip, please head to: https://ko-fi.com/ratedbangtann (I just lost my job thanks to corona so it's my only income right now lol)

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Winter Break was supposed to be a chance to relax, to kick your feet up and enjoy the holidays; Christmas, new year… But you spent the whole three weeks studying, as always.

“You need to learn how to have some fun,” Tae had remarked more times that you were willing to count as he walked past you sat at the kitchen island of your tiny shared apartment off campus. Easy for him to say; acting majors hadn’t been given much to focus on over the break, but you? Broadcast production was a tough major, filled with coursework and studying alongside practical work.

The only days off you gave yourself had been Christmas day and New Year’s Day, and then it was back to your old routine. You and Taehyung had made Christmas cute for the two of you, whilst all your other friends had gone home for the holidays. But you were paying rent on this place, and a Christmas away from home didn’t seem like a bad idea.

But the break was over, and lectures and seminars were starting up yet again.

“______, you gave yourself absolutely no break. How are you so eager to get back to class?” Taehyung groaned as you walked onto campus together.

“Just happy to have some company that isn’t you for a change,” you teased, earning a shoulder shove from him.

“Tae! _______! Wait up!” you heard a familiar voice calling from behind you, and soon after an arm was around your shoulder and another best friend at your side.

“Hey Jimin, how was your break?” you smiled up at him, seeing that gorgeous smile beam back down at you.

“Good, but I missed my girls…” Jimin pouted at you, then reached around to ruffle Taehyung’s curls. Tae just rolled his eyes and smirked. “You see Jungkook yet?” he asked.

“No, not yet. He’ll probably roll into class at the last second, as per usual. I haven’t heard from him over the break,” Tae rambled, missing Jimin’s tone entirely.

“No, I meant… he looks different… You’ll see,” Jimin smirked. You raised a quizzical eyebrow at him, but he just winked and returned his focus onto getting to class.

In the halls of your college campus, you split from the boys and waved them off at the performing arts department – Jimin was a dance major, specifically contemporary, and often had classes adjacent to Taehyung in the studios.

Your class however was held in one of the lecture theatres right at the other side of the block, so you walked through the corridors of chattering students, waving hellos to those that you knew from class or working on projects with other majors. Jin – Jimin’s frat leader – waved sweetly to you as he stood at the water fountain surrounded by girls wanting to hear everything about his ski vacation to Italy. Quite comical, really – like the alpha of a pack at the watering hole.

He may have been a ladies’ man at first glance, but he was a real sweetheart when you got him away from the herd. All those girls, and yet he was always very respectable, never hitting on them, simply enjoying the attention and remaining chivalrous. You smiled at him and waved back, a silent promise to check in with him when lunch kicked in.

Walking into your classroom, you weren’t expecting to see Jungkook ready and waiting for you in your usual spot in the fifth row – and you had been right. As if the boy could be on time, ever. All part of his charm, you suppose. So you slipped into your seat and waited for him, no doubt the last one in as the final bell rang out. You focussed on pulling out your laptop, logging into it and opening up a document to start your note taking.

Being a little early, you had time to scroll through your college emails like you obsessively did every day. You were so engrossed in your task, you hadn’t even noticed Jungkook walking into the room until he sat beside you.

“Hey, you,” he spoke softly as he sat down, pulling his headphones out of his ears. He always greeted you that way – a running joke from the start of college. He’d taken far too long to remember your name, and so when paired up with you on the first assignment, he fell short, simply addressing you as “you” whenever you would meet in the library to work. Now, it was almost a term of affection.

“Hey Kook-“ you started as you looked up, but your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped.

It had only been three weeks…where did all that hair come from? How was he now able to tie it back into an adorable little ponytail? And why did it bloody suit him so well? And… Oh my god, were those tattoos on his fingers?

This couldn’t be the same Jungkook, surely not? Last time you had seen him, his hair was getting longer sure, but not at all able to tie up. And he most certainly didn’t have hand tattoos, or any other tattoos that you were aware of. Jimin was the only person you knew with a tattoo…

And yet, as you studied the boy beside you setting up for the lesson, it was most definitely him. The same bunny-toothed smile and innocent wide eyes; the same all-black cargo pants with a chain and oversized sweater; the same dangly chain and hoops earring along his lobe and helix. Except with his hair like this and little tattoos to match, he looked – dare you say it – sexy…

“You know, with a little bit of eyeliner and a motorcycle, you may well be on your way to joining the cast of ‘Sons of Anarchy’,” you laughed. He grinned at that.

“Are you referring to the tattoos, or the epic man-bun?” He slunk back into his seat and smirked. “It’s not just my hand, you know…” He pushed his sleeve up to proudly show the multiple tattoos on his forearm; a skull hand, a floral design with lettering, some writing that your eyes followed to read ‘rather be dead than cool’. “More up here too but I’ll show you another time.”

“Where’s my sweet innocent little Kookie gone? I’m gonna have to think of a new nickname now…” you huffed, still admiring the black ink over his skin.

“You know I always wanted tattoos, well I got a bunch of money from family this Christmas, so I thought, screw it. If not now, then when?” he shrugged. Seemed like pretty sound logic to you, and you had to admit they were pretty awesome.

“Why this one?” you pointed at the flowers.

“Ah, my birth flower, tiger lilies. Korean meaning for them is ‘please love me’, so that’s-“

“Alright class, welcome back to the second semester. Hope you all enjoyed your break, but it’s back to work!” your professor started the class with a loud announcement, silencing Kook in the process. You’d have to get him to tell you about then more later.

*****

“Oh this one is just a Nirvana quote, I liked it. Song is called Stay Away. And the Ox is my birth year, the lilies my birth flower…” Jungkook was explaining his new ink to the group in the refectory hall, perched up on the table next to where you sat, where Jimin sat marvelling at the ink with his dance major best friend, Hoseok. On your table, Jin and Taehyung were catching up on the events of their winter breaks. Well… Jin was telling Taehyung all about his ski trip, of course.

You were just absentmindedly staring at Jungkook, sat on top of the table chatting away with Jimin. His hair was half up in that cute little ponytail, with dark tendrils falling into his eyes and framing his face. It suited him well, looked so soft and silky too. He looked so different and yet exactly the same. His sweetness hadn’t changed, his sense of humour hadn’t changed. And yet something felt different, and you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Next thing you knew, fingers were being snapped in front of your face and waking you from your little daydream.

“Earth to ______…” Jin called, still snapping. “Don’t you want to hear my epic tale of heroic skiing skills?” You pushed his hand out of your face and gave him your full attention.

“You know, fantasy’s not really my genre, Jin,” you remarked, earning an overly offended response.

“You should be kinder to your elders, young one. Especially when he’s the head of the best fraternity on campus and throwing the first back to school party of the semester this Friday that he can or cannot get you barred from, young lady!” he rattled off; of course he would never exclude you from a party, and he was only joking.

“Hey!” a voice boomed behind you, deep and fast approaching. And then said voice was sitting beside you and dumping his bag on the table, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in mock protection. “You could never exclude our fraternity sweetheart. She is the soul of every omega delta gamma event.”

“Precisely. Nice try, Jin,” you winked, turning to hug the new face at the table. “Hey Joon,” you greeted as he dropped his arm from your shoulders.

“Well then pay attention to me, _______! Instead of gawking at Jungkook’s new bad-boy get up. We get it, you want him. Now back to me please!” Oh god, this again.

“Will you shut up? I do not want Jungkook,” you scathed, lowering your voice to stop him from possibly overhearing from the next table. The others at the table giggled. “What?” you asked.

“Nothing, nothing…” Joon laughed. “So skiing, Jin?” You were grateful to Namjoon for taking the heat off you, now trying too hard to look like you were only paying attention to Jin.

“Yes, skiing…” Jin sat up straight and continued his story.

*****

“Pizza or fried chicken?” Taehyung asked as he scrolled through menus on his iPad, plopping down on the couch beside you in your apartment.

“Oooor, I could just cook?” you laughed.

“No, Miss Kill-joy… It’s been a long day of falling asleep in class and listening to Jin’s skiing trip stories over and over again. We’re ordering in.”

“Fine. Pizza,” you surrendered, flipping through show after show on Netflix. “We still haven’t finished season 3 of Stranger Things yet, feeling brave enough today?” you teased. Taehyung had always been a little too easy to frighten, and it was honestly a wonder he’d made it through the first two seasons without scaring himself silly.

“Oh god.. Uh, maybe? I’m getting pretty desperate to figure out what’s happening to Billy but like, do I really wanna know?” he didn’t even look up from his phone as he spoke, focussing on adding the toppings to his make-your-own pizza.

“If you get too scared, you can spend the night in my room with me, okay? Won’t let anything happen to my Tae-Tae,” you pouted dramatically, babying him with a pinch to his cheek that had him shrinking away from you and giggling like a child. “Oh, can I get a-“

“BBQ base, and a side of chicken wings. I got you,” he smirked. Damn, he knew you too well. “Put the damn show on, I’m a grown up now. Can handle it.”

“Tough words…” you laughed, flicking through the shows to land on Stranger Things, and hitting play.

It didn’t take long for Taehyung to be shrinking into a ball against the couch and hiding half his face behind a pillow. Poor thing, he was just too sensitive. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying it. It just meant he’d be curled up against you snoring and clutching your arm all night.

An episode in, and food had arrived. You grabbed some plates and empty glasses and created yourself a little feast on the coffee table in front of you. You figured the next episode could wait until you’d had something to eat.

“So tell me,” Taehyung started, cheeks full of pizza like a hamster hoarding nuts, “how’s the insane crush on our own adorable little bunny holding up now that he sports a man-bun and an arm of ink?”

“You’re really still on this, aren’t you?” you avoided the question and all eye contact with Taehyung, dipping your pizza crust into some ranch dressing and quickly shovelling it in so you wouldn’t have to do much more talking. But still, he pressed on.

“Oh my god, stop trying to cover it up. We all see it. Only person who doesn’t is Jungkook, which is insane, considering…” he raised his eyebrows and picked up a chicken wing, leaning back into the couch. Despite his already full hamster cheeks, he took a bite of the spicy wing.

“Considering what?” you asked curiously through chewing. He took a moment to answer, raising his finger to keep you silent and waiting impatiently while he swallowed.

“Considering how obvious you are, always staring at him when he’s not looking, always looking around to find him, asking after him. You practically swoon when he walks in a room, you laugh at all of his terrible jokes, and don’t think we didn’t all see you drooling at lunch. It’s just ironic, that neither of you realise…” he chuckled to himself, taking another large bite of a pizza slice he picked up in his free hand, practically shovelling the food in.

“Neither of us? What do you mean?” you asked, confused. Tae froze on the spot, a string of cheese latched between his teeth and stuck to the end of the pizza he’d just bitten into. It stretched and broke off from the slice, dangling comically from his lips. But neither of you laughed.

He took his time reeling in the string of cheese, proceeding to take forever to chew his mouthful, clearly stalling for time before swallowing overdramatically.

“Just meant like… neither of you notice that you’re drooling over him, y’know? Yeah, that’s it.” He wouldn’t look you in the eye, quickly shovelling another mouthful of pizza in his mouth to avoid having to speak further on the matter.

“You know for an acting major, you’re a terrible liar…” you scoffed, folding your arms over your chest as you turned your whole body to face him on the couch. “What did you really mean?”

Tae sighed. He could never lie to you, not really. You knew him too well for that, spent too much time with him to know his tells. And truly, he was a really terrible liar when it came to his friends. He dropped the pizza back into the box and turned to you, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and swallowing the latest mouthful.

“I’m just saying, we all see the way you drool over Jungkook, but like… it’s more, isn’t it? You don’t just wanna screw his brains out, you’ve been falling for him since day one when he wondered into your lecture hall like a lost puppy. We all know It, ______… We talk about it all the time. And it’s just… it’s ironic ‘cause… well….” His eyes darted up to look at you, finding your expression to be a mix of both realisation and confusion in one.

And he’d be right. How on earth had it taken someone literally telling you that you liked Jungkook, to realise that, well… you bloody liked Jungkook! How far did this thing go? How deep did these feelings sit? Have they always been there? Did they grow over time? Is it just a crush or is it more than that?

But it made sense. You had always found him cute, sometimes attractive – hell, even sexy sometimes… But most girls did, he was Jeon Jungkook. Except that didn’t explain why you always wanted him around, why you always thought of him first when someone asked about your friends, why you were often caught out staring at him by the others. There was something more… Oh god, there were feelings involved.

You snapped back to reality, reminding yourself that somehow Taehyung wasn’t finished speaking…

“Wh-why is it ironic?” you stuttered, not even bothering to deny his claims any longer.

“Because to all of us it’s also painfully obvious how much he likes you too…” he said sheepishly, slowly so as not to shock you too much.

“N-no he doesn’t,” you protested weakly. He couldn’t, he’d never shown any signs.“Oh _______… yes, he does. I can’t understand how you both haven’t realised, it’s painfully obvious to all of us. Jimin said he’d asked about you the second he got back to the frat after vacation. He always talks about you. They ask him how his class went, and he’ll reply like ‘oh yeah it was good, _____ did this, _____ did that, _____ made me laugh so hard today’. It’s adorable but Jimin said he barely talks about anything else.

“Funny thing is, you stare at him when he’s not looking, and he stares at you when you’re not looking. We laugh about it all the time, it’s kinda funny to watch. I honestly don’t know how you can function alone together in class,” he laughs, shaking his head at the image of you both automatically turning your heads periodically.

“But... He…” you shook your head trying to think of excuses for him, but you were drawing a blank.

“I mean he actually told Hobi he liked you about a month ago when he was drunk. Hobi said he was crying into a bucket and whining about how he’d never have you and he just likes you soooo much between hurling,” Tae laughed at his own impression of Jungkook weeping. You couldn’t help yourself then.

You leaned forward and slapped his shoulder, followed by another slap and another, all cushioned by his hoodie and barely enough to hurt anyway, just to annoy.

“Ow, hey! HEY! What- What’s that for? Ow!” he cried dramatically as you knelt over him, slapping his arm out of pure frustration.

“YOU,” slap, “NEVER,” slap, “TOLD ME?!” you yelled. “You knew all this time I liked him, and you said NOTHING?!” you sat back on your heels running your hands through your hair totally exasperated.

“Well I assumed you knew that at least you had feelings for him, Jesus! It’s so obvious!”

“And when he said he liked me you didn’t think to bloody tell me?!” you scoffed, indignant.

“Well he was drunk, and he didn’t remember in the morning so…” Tae rubbed his arm dramatically.

You rested your elbows on your knees and buried your head in your hands. You had to figure out what to do with this information, if you should do anything at all. God, you’d been fawning over him since Freshman year. No wonder they’d teased you about it constantly in the last few months… You felt like a fool. You hadn’t even realised you were crying until the first silent tear rolled down your cheek.

Taehyung said nothing then, pulling you to lean on him with an arm around your shoulder. He rubbed your back and kissed your forehead like a good friend should, comforting without having to say a word.

“I feel stupid, Tae…” you whined into his shoulder.

“No, sweetie, I’m the stupid one. Should have said something sooner. I’m sorry…” he held you with both arms then, feeling a surge of guilt for keeping such information from his best friend.

In your head, you tried to think of any signs you might have missed, anything at all that proved what Tae was saying. And although they’d made fun of you for liking him all this time, you knew he would never, ever lie to you about something like this. Especially not with your tears soaking into his hoodie.

You needed to do something about this. You needed to say something to Jungkook, maybe to be a little (a lot) more obvious. Either way, now that you knew he liked you, you couldn’t simply sit on this information. Time had been wasted already…

*****

You were gonna do it. You were gonna tell him, that very morning, just after class let out for lunch. You’d pull him to the side, explain you wanted to talk to him. Go somewhere quiet. Tell him the truth.

At least, that had been your plan. But the second he walked in as the final bell rang that morning and sat beside you, you lost your nerve. Now suddenly, you had to deal with butterflies attacking your insides, and an inability to act natural around him. Awesome.

“Hey, you,” he smiled as he sat down beside you, as always. Only today you couldn’t muster a genuine smile back, just a nervous half smile. And he noticed. “Whoa, what’s up?” He put his hand on yours that rested in your lap and you flinched a little from him, like his had was made of hot coals. He held his hands up, staring at you with wide bunny eyes like you’d trodden on his tail.

“S-sorry, bit jumpy today I guess…” Smooth, _______. Real smooth. “Nightmare last night,” you lied.

“Oh, I’m sorry… need a hug?” he opened his arms to you and of course, you couldn’t say no to that. So you shuffled along the bench of the amphitheatre and slotted into his arms, curled up in a little ball and tensing up as soon as his arms wrapped around you and hugged you to his chest. You weren’t sure if he could tell you were tensed up or not, but to you it was painfully obvious.

“Alright class, we have assignment marks to discuss!” your professor started his talk, and Jungkook reluctantly let go of you, letting you straighten up and open your laptop to take down your notes. But he kept his eye on you the whole time, watching with concern at your sudden stiff manor around him. Had he done something wrong?

*****

“Taehyung it’s been three days and I don’t know how to act around him anymore! Help me. You did this. You fix this,” you paced in front of his little desk in the student union, where he spent Thursday afternoons working.

“Uh, this isn’t my fault. You could ha-“ You lost your cool, dramatically slamming your hands down on his desk and leaning down to be eye level with him. He shut up immediately.

“Fix. It,” you demanded.

“Okay, okay… Uh, there’s a party tomorrow right? Jin’s party? At the fraternity?” he scrambled for ideas.

“Oh no, tell me you’re not serious. No, this is like some cheesy Netflix teen movie or something,” you groaned, pushing off his desk and pacing yet again.

“Yeah well it’s the best I’ve got, okay? So just… I don’t know, ask him to dance, get him a drink, take him to one side, talk to him. If it goes wrong, blame it on the alcohol. Yes, it’s a cliché. But clichés are clichés for a reason,” he tried to convince you, and unfortunately, it was starting to work…

“If this backfires, I’m holding you solely responsible,” you warned, pointing your finger accusingly.

“Okay, yes, fine, whatever,” he shook you off, turning his attention back to the calendar of student activities that he’d been working on for this semester. “You should wear that black dress, the one with the mesh layer. He likes that one.” Just how much info did Taehyung have on Jungkook’s little crush on you?

“Oh for god’s sake,” you rolled your eyes and grabbed your bag, stomping back to the cafeteria to find Namjoon or Jimin; anyone but your infuriating best friend.

*****

“I’m telling you, the dress was the right choice,” Tae tried to convince you as he escorted you the few blocks to the campus where the frat house was. Your arm was linked with his as if you were a couple from the 50’s on a stroll along the beach; very typical Tae.

“And how is it you know so much about which of my dresses Jungkook likes the most?” you asked suspiciously.

“Well last time you wore this was when we all met up in summer right? And we went to that club? He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He turned to me and said, ‘she looks good tonight, right?’ I just agreed and let him carry on staring while you danced with Hobi and Yoongi.”

“Oh, is Yoongi coming tonight? I miss him!” your attention was diverted to the friend who had decided college wasn’t for him, and he was going to pursue a career in DJing instead.

“Yeah he’s bringing his decks, you know how he is.” Indeed you did; always had a decent mix for any kind of party.

Turning the corner to head down the street of sororities and fraternities, you could already hear the bass from Yoongi’s speakers blaring and lights flashing in the large bay window at the front of the house. Already in full swing, then.

Inside, the whole ground floor was littered with bodies all drinking and dancing already. Looking around, you could see a few people you knew, but none of your closer friends just yet. Only Yoongi, set up with his decks in the corner of the large living room. You dragged Tae over to him first.

“Hey _____! How’s life?” he yelled over the music, putting an arm around you for a side hug and lightly bumping fists with Tae, beer in hand.

“Good, good. Seen any of the others yet?”

“Uh, Jin was setting up a keg in the other room, with the pool table in? Namjoon was with him. No idea about the others.” He took a gulp of beer, fiddling with some buttons in front of him. “Here,” he yelled, hitting the top of a bottle of beer on the edge of his mixing desk to get the cap off, handing it to you.

“Thanks! I’m gonna go find the others, say hi.”

“Alright doll, come dance later okay? I’ll play that mix I made for your birthday,” he smiled his adorable gummy smile, patting your elbow lightly and turning back to his decks, holding his headphones to his ear as he bobbed his head to the heavy bass.

Tae stuck by Yoongi’s side, catching up on lost time with him. Tae was fond of Yoongi, looked up to him like a big brother he rarely got to see. You made your way through the hordes of students into the room you expected to find Jin, and low and behold there he was feeding Namjoon from the keg. Whilst you were glad to see them, that wasn’t who you wanted to find… You wanted to find Jungkook.

“Save some for the rest, Joon!” you laughed as he held the end of the pipe.

“_____! You made it!” he cheered, hugging you with his free arm.

“Have I ever missed one of these?” you laughed, comfortably tucked under his arm and playfully hitting his chest.

“Touché,” he grinned.

“You guys seen Kookie?” you asked, trying to seem casual. The pair just smiled to each other, thinking you weren’t in on the joke still.

“Kitchen, I think. But have a drink with us first, he’s gonna be around somewhere. Pay attention to us,” Jin whined, clearly making fun of you again. You didn’t even argue, taking a few gulps of the beer Yoongi had handed to you. You chatted to them for a while, joining in with the chants and cheers of people brave enough to do keg stands with Jin, at least until your drink was empty, and you had an excuse to leave and find Jungkook.

The kitchen had people in too, same as every other room and the room was only lit by the flashing lights of the living room. You spotted Jungkook on the other side of the room, leaning against the worktop with a beer in one hand and his phone in the other. He was alone, a perfect opportunity to get him out into the yard, or somewhere quieter at least.

He looked so good tonight… Wet look black jeans clinging to his muscular thighs, a black shirt with red dots all over tucked into them, a few buttons undone. Necklaces dangling against the exposed skin at the top of his chest, hair down and flowing freely, showing off just how long it really had become. And his sleeves were short, showing off his new ink properly for the first time… There was no denying the attraction you felt to him anymore, that was for sure.

The same butterflies you’d been feeling around him all week were rising, frantically fluttering against your stomach as heat rose to your cheeks. You hadn’t even noticed you yet, but you could feel your hands getting sweatier.

But you could do this. It was Jungkook. Even if he really didn’t feel the same way, he would never be cruel about it, never laugh at you or yell at you. You had nothing to be afraid of. It would hurt if he didn’t want you, but your friendship would survive; you knew it.

He briefly looked up from his phone, eyes finding you. Immediately, his body stood upright, sending you an awkward smile; that was your fault. You’d been acting weird all week, ever since your epiphany with Taehyung. But you smiled back, trying to look as natural as possible.

You lifted your empty beer bottle and mouthed ‘want one?’ at him, to which he nodded. You smiled and headed to the large fridge freezer, picking out two bottles for the both of you, but when you turned back, you almost dropped them both to the ground…

A girl had wondered up to Jungkook, a prettier, popular girl from one of the sororities. She’d snatched his attention away, playfully touching his hair and tracing his tattoos with her delicate fingers. She leaned into him, her lips devilishly close to his ear. She was clearly whispering something flirty to him, his eyes widening a little and his cheeks turning pink. And then she started to nibble at his earlobe…

You caught his gaze again for a second, and his eyes widened even more. Could he see the shock on your face? The tears brimming in your eyes and blurring your vision? Could he see your knuckles turning white against the necks of the bottles in your hands?

You couldn’t watch any more, putting the bottles down on the kitchen island in front of you and hastily exiting the kitchen with hot tears starting to spill. You were gonna do it, you really were. But who were you kidding? The sight of another pretty girl, a prettier girl, was all it took to divert his attention. Tae had been wrong; he must have been.

You didn’t feel much like partying anymore…

Without stopping, you walked straight to the front door and out onto the street, disappearing from the party without so much as a wave to any of the others. You hadn’t even seen Jimin or Hoseok yet, but you didn’t care. You needed to get out, to go home. To be alone and sob to your heart’s content.

The air outside was cold, biting at your skin as you stumbled the few blocks home, wiping your cheeks and trying to hold it together until you were safely in the confides of your own home. It didn’t take long, and before you knew it you were stumbling up the stairs in your ankle boots and struggling to fit the key in the door.

You shut it behind you and leaned against it, hitting your head on the wood and freely letting the tears and the sobs rattle through you. How stupid you felt, how naïve… You just got used to the idea you had feelings for him, how dare the universe now give you heartbreak just a few days later. What kind of bullshit karma crap was that?!

You let yourself sob against the door for a moment as you found some composure, enough to realise you just wanted to get into some comfy sweats and a hoodie and eat whatever crap you could find in your refrigerator. You didn’t stop the tears but took a few steps further into your apartment, when some loud knocks rang out on the door behind you.

You jumped a little, startled by the noise and furiously started wiping the tears away. Taehyung must have seen you leave, must have followed you home to comfort you knowing that it hadn’t gone well with Jungkook. He’d feel so awful, probably blame himself for getting your hopes up or something. But he’d have the warm hugs you needed right now.

But then, Taehyung lived here. Why would he be knocking?

You stepped towards the door and opened it slightly, peaking through the crack so see who had been rasping on the wood moments before.

As if the world was playing some sick joke on you, Jungkook was stood there, his face looking sad and his fingers fiddling with each other.

What you hadn’t seen, was the way he stopped that girl at the party as soon as he saw the look on your face, as soon as he saw you dump the beers and turn. He saw the look on your face, and suddenly it had all clicked into place for him. You liked him too. And his heart had dropped into his stomach. He tried to follow you, getting stuck behind a couple of the jocks from the neighbouring frat house, and tailing behind you trying to shout your name over the heavy bass of Yoongi’s mix.

The second he saw your reddened eyes he stepped forward, pushing his way into the apartment, giving the door a kick shut behind him and cupping your jaw in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe your tears away. He smiled weakly at you, already aware that it was his fault you were crying, his fault you had left.

“Hey, you,” he said softly, his tone so affectionate, so worried and full of care as he looked into your eyes. They brimmed again at his words; they just sounded so sweet coming from him, like you were the only person in the whole world he’d want to say hello to at all.

But you stood frozen, biting down on your lip to stop a sob from erupting from your throat. All you could do was look up at him, his hands holding your face up towards him as his thumbs stroked over your cheeks. His eyes were searching yours in the silence, like he was trying to find confirmation or a sign or something, but you just weren’t sure.

But before you could even try to compose yourself enough to speak, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours so softly, so cautiously, lingering for a second and waiting for you to push him away, to slap him or scream at him for getting the wrong idea – but he hadn’t and you both knew that.

So when he parted from your lips and looked back down at you, he saw your small smile, the tears spilling yet again, the deep breaths you were taking. In such close proximity, he could practically hear your heart threatening to beat out of your chest and feel the way your cheeks had heated up under his hands.

And he couldn’t deny himself anymore.

He leaned in again, this time with more purpose, more aggression, his lips crashing with yours only this time you were ready for him, matching his desperation, his urgency. Your hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer. You couldn’t seem to get close enough, not even when your chest pressed against his.

Finally, after months of unrecognised feelings towards him, Jungkook was here and he wanted you. You didn’t care about anything else, couldn’t focus on anything else but the way his lips felt against yours, the way his hair felt silky soft brushing up against your forehead.

His hands slid into your hair, fingertips grazing over your scalp and adding a layer of bliss to the way he kissed you. One of your hands slip up his chest and wrapped around his neck to draw him in even more. He groaned against your lips, and if the stirring in your chest was anything to go by, you knew where you wanted this to go.

You just wanted him.

Without disconnecting your kiss, you stumbled backwards, dragging him with you through the hall of your small apartment. You stumbled together, your back hitting your bedroom door as his hand flew out to turn the doorknob for you. The pair of you shuffled into your room, Jungkook kicking the door shut once again.

His hands dropped from your hair and flew to his shirt buttons, hastily undoing them one by one as you took the opportunity to separate from your kiss to undo the zip at the side of your dress and shuffle out of the mesh over-layer and the straps of the black dress underneath. You pushed it down around your waist, breasts still hidden from view by the black bra you’d worn that evening.

Jungkook flung the shirt from his body, immediately stepping towards you again to grip your bare waist in his hands and reconnect your lips fiercely. Both your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him towards you as you stepped further and further back, until the backs of your knees hit your bed and you tumbled backwards with him still locked on your kiss.

Everything was happening fast, everything was heated and desperate but after so long denying your feelings for him – and unbeknownst to you, him denying his feelings for you too – you felt like there was just no time to waste.

His lips found their way to your jawline, kissing and nipping at the skin from under your ear down to your chin, and continuing down your throat. He took his time, his hands working through your hair again as you moaned under his assault on your neck. It felt so good – he felt so good. You couldn’t help your hands reaching between you both to unbuckle the belt holding his jeans up, making light work of the button and zipper soon after. You could already feel the large bulge formed in the now open crotch of his jeans, and it stirred a heat between your legs that had already been steadily building.

Jungkook’s lips travelled further down, between the valley of your breasts to mouth and bite and suckle at the fullness on display above the cup of your bra. He reached underneath you to unclasp it, while you worked the straps down and threw it to one side. His mouth immediately latched onto your nipple, his hand massaging the other as he tweaked and flicked the nub over and over again.

Your moans sounded obscene, breathy and whiny under the pleasure he was giving you. You couldn’t help the way your hips rolled up to grind against the prominent bulge you’d uncovered earlier; you needed some kind of friction now that the uncomfortable sticky feeling in your panties was only worsening.

No words were exchanged at all – and certainly no time wasted on teasing you – as the hand on your breast slid between you both and pulled the remnants of the mesh dress and the tight underdress down, both of you kicking it off to let it land in a pile at the bottom of the bed. His waist slotted neatly between your thighs and his hand cupped your sex, middle finger toying with the wet lace of the underwear you had on.

“Oh, Jungkook…” you whined, breathless and lost in the bliss of both his mouth working your breasts and his hand dipping past the lace to swirl around your throbbing clit. Hearing you whine his name was something he’d admit to only dreaming about in the past, his brain daring him to think of all the things he wanted to do with you, all the ways he could make you create that exact sound for him over and over again. It was music to his ears.

It only seemed to rile him up further, fingers moving faster and expertly toying with your clit just a little more, until he slid them down to circle your entrance and slowly push two inside you. The stretch felt magnificent, and by this stage you were already turned on enough to be able to take both with no issues.

Jungkook groaned against your breast, a wave of arousal pulsing through his veins at the way you felt on his fingers, imagining with absolute clarity just how you’d feel on his cock too. He curled his fingers and hit your g-spot with each downward stroke of his hand, having you thread your hands in his hair in desperation to grip onto something, anything.

“P-please, Kookie… Need you,” you panted, begging to feel him completely, to be totally immersed in the pleasure of him and him alone. How could he deny you of that?

He sat up on his knees immediately, pushing his jeans and boxers down to his knees and swivelling his hips to sit enough to push them off along with his black Chelsea boots. You kicked your shoes off as he did, shuffling yourself out of your panties and leaving you both totally exposed to each other.

He took a moment to turn his head back to you, to look into your eyes properly and just admire how you looked right now. Your hair was messed up, matted to your forehead with sweat much like his was. You had dark rims under your eyes where your make up had pooled from your tears and streaks in your foundation to match. Your neck was red and in places, a little bruised from his own handiwork. And he had never, ever thought you looked so beautiful.

His expression twisted into a smile, his eyes squinting and his bunny teeth gleaming in the low light of the street coming in through the window. It was all you could do to smile back, resting on your hands as he slowly crept up the bed towards you, the happiness exuding from both of you, the knowing relief you shared with each other. You parted your legs for him to slot between, letting him hover over you and slowly lean in for another deep kiss.

You lay back down, Jungkook following to never once break your connection. His hands roamed from your thighs up to your waist, holding onto you as your lips moving in perfect unison, slower than before but still incredibly heated. You’d never been kissed like this, never been held like this or touched like this. He was making every single touch count.

You rolled your hips up against him again – a sure signal that you were ready, you wanted him – and felt his rigid length brush against your folds. Reaching between you both, Jungkook gripped himself at the base and slowly, began to push inside you. Your kiss separated just barely for him to groan in absolute gratification, lips just barely grazing yours. He pressed his forehead with yours and shut his eyes, revelling in the way you felt.

There was no denying his girth, and yet still there was no pain or discomfort to be felt. He eased himself in slowly, gave you a chance to adjust, and as soon as you started to kiss him once again his hips began to rock.

His hair fell into his eyes, descending past his ears and doused in a light layer of sweat from the heat inside your small bedroom. The pendants and necklaces he had worn that night dangled above you, swaying backwards and forward with each thrust he made. His freshly healed tattoos were now on full display to you, and you could help but to reach out and touch them.

Each thrust just felt like it was meant to be, like he was supposed to fill you this way, you were supposed to fit together like pieces of a jigsaw. You reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear, showing more of his face to you. In the dim streetlight, he looked so perfect, so absolutely stunning as he clearly became consumed by nothing other than you. You placed a hand flat against his chest, wrapping the other around his neck and bringing his lips closer to you so you could reach up for them again.

As your bodies writhed against each other, moan after moan escaping you both and being muffled by intermittent kisses, you knew right then that this was exactly how it should be. You loved him. And he loved you.

“K-Kookie?” you stuttered your voice a higher pitch than usual. His thrusts were become more dynamic with every passing second, and yet never speeding past a pleasurable roll of his hips. He struggled to open his eyes and tear himself about from his paradise, but he did so, looking down into your eyes.

“Y-yeah, baby?” he huffed, his breath laboured and voice stifling another groan. He pressed his forehead to yours for stability, keeping his hazy eyes on yours.

“I… I love you, Kookie…” you cried against his lips, another tear escaping down the side of you face. He smiled then; an out of breath, exhausted and relieved kind of smile as he continued to roll his hips into you, having you whimpering as your bit down on your lip.

“I love you too, ____…” he grinned, his eyes fluttering closed, “Oh, fuck, I love you so much.”

You threaded your hands in his hair again, bringing his lips up to yours and colliding them in potentially the most passionate kiss of your damn life, moans and whimpers included. His hand slid between you, fingertips concentrating on coaxing a delightful and euphoric orgasm out of you with targeted strokes to your clit.

With a new level of ungodly satisfaction, you couldn’t control your lips anymore and broke the kiss, just holding him close to you with parted lips and moaning wantonly as your eyes rolled back. You’d never felt an orgasm approach so fast in all your life, never felt it hit you the way this did.

Your legs spasmed and shook in his grasp, hands tightening in his hair. Your moans caught in your throat, unable to move while every muscle contracted. You couldn’t be sure of it in the moment, but Jungkook sure noticed the way you clenched and gushed around him as you came. And with each contraction dragging against his length inside you and you finally delivering a loud and high pitched moan, you brought him to his edge too.

His hips slowed and stuttered as hot spurts of cum painted your walls, more than he ever had before. He tried to keep rolling his hips, to get every last bit of pleasure he could before exhaustion took over and he collapsed next to you, head buried in the crook of your neck and chest half laying on you.

Both of you were utterly drained of energy, breaths heavy and hot against the other’s bare skin. It felt incredible. It felt perfect. It felt just as it should.

It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours that passed by, both of you simply becoming comfortable laying in a heap of sweaty nudity – you simply didn’t care. You had Jungkook now, right here with you. And he loved you.

You weren’t sure of the time, nor did you mind, but the two of you fell asleep laid together that night. Jungkook had rolled onto his back, dragging you onto his chest and pulling the messy sheet up to cover you both. With one final drawn out kiss, the pair of you lay in peaceful contentment and drifted off.

*****

Next morning, you awoke to the sun streaming directly into your eyes; you hadn’t closed the drapes last night. Your groaned and turned away from it, stretching your limbs out onto the rest of the empty bed, and- wait, empty? No, no… Had you… had you dreamt your night with Jungkook? Had he left without a word? Did he regret what had happened?

You sat upright, clutching the sheets to your chest. You were still nude, your clothes still strewn about the place; but Jungkook’s were gone.

He must have just decided to leave.

A knock on your bedroom door drew your attention away from your sadness, and a rather smug looking Taehyung wondered in before you had the chance to turn him away. He sat at the end of your bed with his arms folded and a smile you grimaced at in disgust.

“Mooooooornin’,” he teased. You wanted to kick him off the bed.

“Shut up,” you groaned.

“See? Told you he liked you! Can’t tell me that that wasn’t Jungkook I saw you naked-cuddling with when I got in last night,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Yeah, well I hope he had fun. He’s done a runner this morning,” you accused. Taehyung was about to object, when a key jingling by your front door sounded, the door opened and closed, and footsteps drew closer down the hallway. And then who should come into view, but none other than Jeon Jungkook sporting the outfit he had on last night and brandishing a brown paper bag with some rather ominous grease stains on, and two hot coffees in a holder. He must have stolen one of your hair ties, because most of his locks were back in a bun again save for the front pieces parted in the middle.

His face looked a picture; the deer in headlights cliché. His wide eyes darted between you and Tae, and all Tae did was smirk at you.

“Go away, Taehyung,” you flatlined, shooing him with a foot to his leg. He held his hands up in defeat and stood, walking past Jungkook and out into the hall.

Jungkook snapped out of his shock and confusion to put the coffees on your nightstand and the bag next to it. He sat down on the edge, turning slightly to face you.

“Hey, you,” he smiled, his eyes soft and adoring. He tucked a strand of your bed hair behind your ear, leaning forward to place a kiss to your forehead. You tucked your knees to your chest and smiled shyly.

“Thought you’d done a runner,” you joked.

“Could never do that to you. Just wanted to get you breakfast in bed; least I can do for making you think I was flirting with one of the sorority girls.”

“Oh, no it’s okay… I just…. Yeah, I don’t know,” you laughed at yourself, feeling pretty stupid for not even giving him a chance to push her away before you jumped to conclusions.

“Hey,” he said softly, shuffling closer to you. “I, uh… I haven’t even looked at another girl since I met you, _____. Never wanted to, I never noticed anyone but you…” he confessed, shyly looking down at a spec of fluff on your sheets.

“I can’t believe I had no idea… I didn’t even realise I liked you like that until Taehyung kinda let it slip…” you chuckled, fiddling with the ends of his hair dangling in his eyes.

“You’re welcome!” you heard Tae shout from the kitchen, clearly eavesdropping with your door still wide open. Jungkook stood up to shut it, just a little harder than average in response to Tae’s mischievous meddling and then came and sat back down beside you.

“Well, we have some lost time to make up for, then,” he smiled, leaning in for a gentle and purely loving kiss, lingering a few moments, just enjoying finally having each other. You pulled apart with a shy giggle. “But first, breakfast!” He leaned over to pick up the bag, unpacking the bagels and hash browns he’d picked up from the diner around the corner.

You watched him, just how cute and attentive he was being with you. He was the same Jungkook, always had been this way with you. But now, you knew why, and it all made sense. It all fit together.

“Yes, breakfast.”

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Marinette: Iron Man’s Minion

Marinette: Tony’s Stark new Minion.

I have this random story idea of Marinette meeting Tony Stark. It creates fun dynamic with the avengers who begin to questions just how many children Tony has. This story might not go anywhere apart from a few headcannons so be warned.

Most people meet Tony Stark at the Stark Expo. Some are unfortunate enough to meet Tony when he’s rescuing them in the Iron Man suit.

However, when Stark Industries decide that after the events of Slovakia, thankfully Loki had been there to stop the worst of Ultron’s plan thus saving nearly everyone’s life, a little good press wouldn’t hurt.

Stark Industries quietly announced a competition to young inventors of the world: whoever designs the best new Iron Man suit wins a replica Iron man. When one little French girl wins, however it’s the stuff of her dreams.

Or at least Marinette thought so at first.

When the Parisian hero learned of the competition, she decided to pull out her old sketches of the iron man suit. She had always admired the sleekness of it but thousands ideas always hit her on how it could improve appearance wise. Marinette decided to submit her favorite design, never think it was ever a possibility that she’d win.

In fact Marinette was so sure she’d lose, that she didn’t pay attention when the winner was announced. She didn’t find out until her phone rang and Pepper Potts was on the other side of the videotime.

Tony Stark loved her suit design and instead of a shoddy helmet, the real prize was for the Winner to come to New York, meet the avengers, and work with The Tony Stark for the entire summer as an intern.

Marinette had never screamed so loud in her life. Her parents were thrilled at the idea of Marinette getting away from the dangers of all the Akumas and the drama of her class.

Honestly, Marinette thought it was her lucky break. She hadn’t made a single plan for the summer. All of her so called friends had taken to giving her the cold shoulder thanks to Lila and her lies. Marinette hadn’t even been invited to the class’s annual end of the year party. Whenever she tried to make plans with them. They were always too busy or just plain ignored her but then they go right ahead and make plans in front of her.

Marinette had been in tears by the end of term.

She tried to tell Alya she was leaving to New York but was met with contempt. Alya and Marinette’s friendship was non-existent at that point. And whatever childhood friendship she once had with Nino, died with it. Right or wrong, he always took the side of his girlfriend.

Kim trailed behind Lila like a lost puppy, further cementing he had terrible taste in women.

The most interaction Marinette had with Alix was when the pink-haired girl when out of her way to trip Marinette.

Rose said quietly whispered to Marinette that she didn’t want to cause problems with her other friends so they couldn’t talk much anymore. Juleka follow suit.

Adrien watched it all with a passive expression on his face like he didn’t know the truth. It was then that Marinette realized the boy didn’t care what the truth was as long as he didn’t have to deal with conflict.

As far as Marinette was concerned she didn’t have a single friend left in class. Just like Lila threatened. The only good thing that came from it was that Marinette that she wouldn’t care what people thought. Marinette decided to always say whats on her mind no matter what.

Jagged said it made her very sassy, and so very ROCK AND ROLL.

Marinette arrived at Stark Tower three days after school ended. She had jumped twenty feet when she stepped into the elevator and a voice greeted her.

“Hello Miss Dupain-Cheng,” A voice said.

“Uh, bonjour?” Marinette said. “Please call me Marinette. And you are, sir?”

“I am Jarvis.”

Marinette nodded. She had heard about the AI that help run Tony Stark’s world. “How are you doing today, Jarvis?” She asked it.

There was a moment of silence. Most people, a part of his creator, had never asked Jarvis how he was.

“Less chaotic than usual,” Jarvis said with a dry amused tone that left Marinette wondering if A.I could be amused.

Marinette straightened up and her blue eyes narrowed, “You are not being worked too hard, right? You get time to yourself?”

Jarvis assured her that he did and that he liked his job. They went onto have a pleasant conversation about their most exciting experiences and Marinette’s future dreams.

Marinette didn’t know that currently Tony was watching the interaction from his workshop with a grin on her face. He had wanted to know just who he’d be working with. So far, Frenchy looked like a keeper.

When the elevator doors opened, Marinette followed Jarvis’s instructions on where to go. And that she was to wait in the living room until Tony came for her. It was then she discovered something about the A.I.

“You’re a bit of a jerk, Jarvis,” Marinette whispered when she walked into the living room where nearly all of the Avengers were hanging out and watching… Spongebob?

Unfortunately, Tony had been drinking coffee at the time and ended up doing a spit take all over dummy.

It took all of two second for the avengers to notice the fourteen-year-old girl standing there.

The bluenette’s face turned bright red. It took everything in her not to start screaming and jumping up and down.

“Oh god, cap” Clint said, “One of your fangirls

“Fangirl? Oh please,” Marinette scoffed. “Have you seen the disaster of a costume he wears into battle? Not in this lifetime!”

Unfortunately, again, for Tony and Dummy, Tony had taken another drink from his coffee at the moment.

“She’s trying to kill me,” Tony coughed. “Worth it.” He said with his eyes still glued the screen.

The avengers just stared for a moment. Steve Rogers blinked hard, “What?”

“No offense,” Marinette quickly said. “I’m just really into fashion. And I cannot and will not be seen as fan of man who dresses like America’s drunk prom date.”

Clint fell off the couch laughing.

“She’s not wrong,” Natasha shrugged as she eyed the girl with a smirk.

Steve cast the spider a look, and turned frown to Marinette, “I wore that uniform to war.”

“Like World War 2 wasn’t tragic enough,” Marinette said dryly.

“Jarvis!” Tony yelled as he ran from the workshop still trying to watch his new favorite. “Get me some adoption papers.”

“Sir, she has parents,” Jarvis tried to reason.

“Didn’t anyone teach ya to respect your elders? A voice said behind her.

Unfortunately for the newcomer, Marinette flight or fight instincts had been firmly in fight mode for quite some time. As she quickly spun around and kicked the guy in the face. And that was how Marinette met the Winter Soldier. She broke his nose.

Bucky crashed into the wall with a force that left his head spinning.

“Peter always wanted a sibling,” Tony told Jarvis with a joyful look.

“And May Parker still hasn’t given you permission to adopt him either.”

“Sorry!” Marinette yelled frantically as she moved to help the man. “I didn’t mean to, I promise. Are you alright? Can I get you anything?”

“Besides your dignity back,” Sam added with the biggest grin on his face. “Because that’s gone, man. Like forever.”

Marinette shot him a glare, and turned her the disheveled man. She noticed the bloody nose and her panic increased tenfold. “Oh god. Oh god.” She pulled a cloth napkin from her purse and held it up to Bucky’s face. She looked around the room, hysterically, and spotted Bruce Banner, “Dr. Banner, help please.”

“I’m not that type of doctor,” Banner quickly said.

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him, “Today you are.”

Bruce blinked. He felt the big guy rumble in amusement. He quickly got up to help.

“I’m fine,” Bucky said as he tried to wave her off and move towards the others. “Nice kick by the way.”

“You,” She pointed at Bucky. “Be quiet. You hit your head and might have a concussion.”

Bruce instructed Marinette to remove the napkin as he examine his patient.

“Tis merely a flesh wound,” Thor boomed as he strutted over to look. “Nothing to worry about.” He moved to place his hand on the girl’s shoulder but before he could…

“Touch me and I will break that hand,” The girl suddenly said, her back to the blond god.

Thor’s hand froze in midair. Marinette turned and looked at him. “Go sit back on the couch.” She ordered in such a way that Thor was reminded of his longtime friend Sif.

“I-” Thor started but was cut off.

“Now!”

Thor flinched back. The blue eyes watched him sternly as he slowly went back to the couch like a puppy with his tail between his legs. Far from the scary small girl.

“Pepper would love her!”

“Yes, but she’d be furious about a kidnapping.”

“How is he, Dr. Banner?” Marinette asked.

Banner decided right then shrugging would get him killed. “He’s fine. It’s just small break. He’ll be fine in an hour.” He got a skeptical look. “Super soldier, he heals fast.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Marinette said brightly.

“Come on,” Marinette told Bucky soothingly. “Let get you on the couch.”

Bucky just let himself be led with a sigh. Why did the small, tiny ones always give him the most trouble?

The other avengers moved out of their way.

“Are you okay?” Marinette asked again when sat the wounded man on the couch. “Do you need anything? Do you want the remote control? I can get you the remote control.”

Said current owner of the remote control, Scott, looked up like a deer in the headlights. He froze when the French girl’s blue eyes found him and they narrowed in challenge. Scott barely noticed Sam slowly inch himself away from his teammate.

“Asshole,” Scott hissed to Falcon.

“What did you just say?” Marinette raised an eyebrow.

“I said: Here’s the remote,” He tossed it prized possession the Winter Solider who had a smirk on his face. He knew just how hard it was to maintain control of the TV in a home of superheroes.

Marinette caught it in midair. She passed it to Bucky.

“Thanks!” Bucky smirked at Scott as he said it. “I’m good now. I swear.”

Marinette nodded contently.

“Ahh Marinette,” Tony said as he entered the room. The smug expression on his face and in his tone didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the avengers. “Sorry I’m late. Come on, I’ll show you where we’ll be working.”

Marinette grinned and ran over to the Tony Stark.

“Wait, who are you, tiny vicious girl?” Clint suddenly yelled.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” She introduced herself brightly, looking very much like the sweet school girl they originally thought she was.

“My new intern,” Tony smirked. Then within seconds the genius pulled Marinette out of the room and disappeared from sight as Jarvis slammed the doors behind them

Natasha hummed, “Tony always managed find the most interesting kids. First the spiderling and now…”

“The Devil,” Sam finished. “I have older sisters. Fear the wrath of a teenager girl.”

“She’s here all summer,” Steve remember feeling oddly self-conscious.

Bucky chuckled and propped his feet of the coffee table, “Aww, don’t worry punk, I won’t let the mean powderpuff bully you.”

“So Dominator,” Tony said as the stepped into the elevator. “You really know how to make an entrance. I like that in a minion.”

“Minion?” Marinette squeaked. “Mr. Stark?”

What exactly had she signed up for?

The elevator doors opened. “Call me Tony,” He said spread his arms wide as he showed of the workshop. “So this is where the magic happens.”

For the next few hours, Marinette toured the workshop and the tower. Tony really did love the suit she had drawn but had been a bit dismayed that Marinette didn’t have too much experience in the science. Marinette was a quick learned though, and Tony was impressed about how quickly she picked up information.

Happy, the driver who had picked Marinette up from the airport and who grumbled about always being stuck with teenagers, had brought up her bags as he had said he would and left it in her room.

Marinette didn’t run into any of the other avengers again until the next day. She got up bright and early, the sun still rising, as she was still used to waking up and helping her baker parents. Plus jetlag.

With Jarvis help, she easily found the kitchen. To her dismay, the fridge was full of junk food, take out boxes, and protein shakes. And coffee. Lots of clearly expensive coffee.

She sighed and got to baking. There was plenty of ingredients to work with as the kitchen was well stocked up unused. Within the next few hours, the kitchen and thus the entire tower was filled with the sweets smells usually only found in the bakery.

Marinette had made chocolate croissants, a variety of muffins, Berries and Cream Cheese Breakfast Pastries that her father swore by, and spinach, bacon, mushroom, and cheese quiches. She even made a pot of coffee. All spread out on the dining room table before eight am.

The first to make their way up to see what smelled so good was Natasha.

“Good morning,” Natasha said. “Been busy?”

“Morning,” Marinette beamed. “Daughter of bakers. Hungry?”

Bucky came next. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he had on dark sweatpants. He look half asleep as He grunted a hello as he sat down to eat.

A lovely girl named Wanda and a man Vision, who was apparently Jarvis’ son, came up next. Marinette hadn’t met either of them yesterday but they had heard of her.

The next person to show was Clint but he took one look at Marinette and made a hasty retreat.

“Baby!” Natasha and with a grumble, Clint came back into the room.

“Hawkeye, right?” Marinette asked.

Clint eyed her. “Yes,” he answered as he sat down next to the Black Widow. “And if you kill me, Nat will avenge me.”

“No, I won’t.”

“What!” He cried. “I’m your best friend.”

The redhead looked at him and then at the berry, cream cheese goodness in her hands, then at Marinette. She looked back at Clint, “You’ve been replaced.” When he went to protest some more, Natasha shoved a chocolate scone in his mouth.

His green eyes widened as the flavor exploded. He looked at the scone, then at Marinette, then at all the food on the table. Clint nodded solemnly, “I understand.” And made himself a plate.

Marinette giggled at the antics.

Tony entered the room, hair on ends, greasy t-shirt on and blinked hard at the feast at the table.

“I made breakfast,” Marinette handed him a cup of coffee cheerfully when he sat down. “Sweet and savory. I didn’t know what everyone liked.”

He nodded tiredly but perked up as soon as he took a bite of spinach bacon quiche. He swallowed it quickly, “Jarvis?” Tony called.

“You cannot adopt her, sir.”

Thor was next and thanked Marinette loudly for the splendid feast. Scott, Sam, and Bruce arrived next.

Steve came next, apparently just having finished up a run.

The two stared at each other, like a pair of cowboys doing a standoff.

“Listen… about what I said yesterday,” Marinette started. “I, one hundred percent meant it. Your fashion sense is appalling. But please consider this a peace offering.”

“My style was very popular in the forties!” Steve defended.

Bucky snorted, “Liar.”

That sounded off around of laughter.

Marinette spent the next few weeks help Tony design his new suit, got trained with Natasha, Bucky and Steve, and went frequently to Stark Industries with Pepper Potts. (Though Steve had quite liked it when Marinette point at Pepper and said, “See that’s fashion. Gold standard right there. You, no.”

She met Peter Parker not long after she arrived. He was a nice boy with glasses that reminded her a bit of herself. Tony had guardianship of Peter while his aunt was overseas on business.

“Minion three,” He greeted her. Peter sat down across from her work table and started on his own project.

“Four?” She asked, with a chuckle. “And you are?”

Peter grinned, “Minion two.” He shrugged. “Riri’s three. Harley’s one. And is the union leader. They’ll be here tonight.”

Marinette laid down her screwdriver, “There’s a union.”

“No there’s not!” Tony yelled.

Peter leaned over the table and whispered, “We revolt at dawn.”

“God dammit, Peter!”

Marinette cackled.

It wasn’t long before the paparazzi got wind of Marinette. Then suddenly the magazines were filled with Marinette: Stark’s secret FOURTH love child. Marinette literally fell down laughing when War Machine stomped in the workshop and three a magazine at Tony’s head. “Another one, Tony? Didn’t even tell me!”

She was photographed frequently as whenever she left the company an overprotective avenger was sure to join her. She was teen vogue’s best dressed list. In tiger beat’s, things Marinette just can’t live without.

That was when her phone started ringing and texts started pouring in from Paris. Unfortunately, for her ex friends, Marinette had promised that for the rest of summer the only people from France she’d talk to were her parents. And Marinette keeps her promises.

So she never bother to look at the texts. The only time she interacted was when she had to use the horse miraculous to portal to home to stop an Akuma. Which was hard to hide from a group of nosy superheroes.

Everything was going fine until the Kwami was let out of the bag in the middle of a family/team dinner.

Loki poofed in one day, walked straight up to Marinette, and demanded to speak with Plagg.

“The Kwami of Destruction owes me money,” Loki said easily.

Said Kwami flew out from where he was hiding, “Do not! You cheated.”

And that was that.

Marinette had no choice but to transform into Ladybug.

To which Happy groaned, “Another teen bug themed hero,” He glared at Tony. “You did this on purpose.”

None of the avengers had been happy about a teen superhero battle a terrorist on her own. Peter, Spiderman, just high-fived her.

#Marienette Dupain Cheng #Marinette deserves better #tony stark #Avengers #spiderman #ml salt #ml fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #thor

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kiribaku-queen · 4 years

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Secret Hero [4/10]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Angst, Drama, AU

Word Count: 3.1K

TRIGGER WARNING: body shaming, negative body image

A/N: Thank you guys so much for your support! And thank you to everyone who sent in a request! I’ll be sure to work on those ASAP and should be coming out next week. I’ll open requests up until the end of this week, so if you still want to send in a request, go on ahead! I’ll be reminding everyone again soon. These requests look sooo fun and I literally can’t wait to get started on them! I hope you enjoy this week’s chapter and let me know if you want to be tagged!

Summary: After becoming the number 2 hero, Bakugou accomplished everything he ever wanted. He beat Deku in a few matches, even if he wasn’t the number 1 hero. He got all the fame, beat countless villains, was acknowledged by all his friends and family. But he wasn’t satisfied. He wasn’t happy. Bakugou realized that this wasn’t the life he wanted. So he left the life of a hero and decided to hide to live the rest of his life as a normal person.

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You watched as Bakugou opened the car door to let Momo in. As soon as they both entered the car, the driver sped off. You turned your back so that just in case, they couldn’t see you. Was it a little out of the blue? Yes. But did were you really surprised? No. You clicked your tongue. It was bound to happen anyway. After that time at lunch, you knew it was bound to happen. Maybe that’s why he rejected you. Because now he has eyes on Momo. Maybe if you got him first, then he wouldn’t be attracted to her. But it would have hurt a lot more if Bakugou left you for Momo.

You shook your head, getting all those negative thoughts out. No, it wasn’t confirmed yet. You shouldn’t make all these assumptions. You were going to ask her yourself. Maybe he was just accompanying her shopping? But that literally doesn’t make any sense to you.

“Don’t assume,” you whisper to yourself. But something was weighing heavy in your heart and you knew it was going to be hard to get rid of.

You made your way back to your apartment, shoulders and head drooping. So much for spoiling yourself and having a great day. Your eyes were on the ground below you. You weren’t pay much attention to where you were walking or who was in front of you. People can move out of the way for you. Or so that’s what you thought. Your heads was so in the clouds that it took you a moment to realize that someone had nudged you, almost knocking you down but you caught yourself. Anger and annoyance waved over you.

“Hey!” you called out to the stranger that bumped into you. He turned around, giving you the most expressionless look. Like he couldn’t care less that he just ran into someone without saying sorry. You gave him a quick up and down. You’ve never seen him around before. Another newcomer? That doesn’t matter. You frowned at his very stoic face. He looked like he was on a run. You could only assume from the white and purple track suit he was wearing. His olive brown hair was sticking to his forehead due to the amount of sweat he was producing. Now that you were observing his face, he was actually pretty handsome. Tall. Very tall. Taller than you were expecting that it was kind of intimidating. But you weren’t one to back down just because they scared you a bit. “You just ran into someone and you’re not going to say sorry?” you stood your ground, putting your hands on your hips. He doesn’t respond. That made you puff out your cheek. “Hello? Aren’t you going to say something? At least acknowledge that what you did was wrong. I mean, I also wasn’t looking where I was going, but you could have at least seen me and moved out of the way. Like this sidewalk is so wide! How could you have possibly run into me?!” you started to rant. The olive brown haired man took out his earbud that was hiding behind his hair.

“Sorry, did you say something?” his deep, husky voice asked. Your jaw dropped. You mean… you were ranting and yelling at him only for him to not even hear you?! Your face flushed red with anger. That audacity! You were so upset that you couldn’t say another word to him. With a puff, you turned around and stormed in the other direction.

“God, the nerve of some people!” you said to yourself, but definitely loud enough for him to hear. Because that was 100% directed towards him. The man smirked and put his earbud back in to continue his exercise. Little did you know, nothing was playing through his earbuds. He heard you the entire time.

The weekend rolled by, which means another visit to your parents. And that also means lunch with the entire family. Which also means that Momo was going to be there. You were mentally preparing yourself outside the house. You were going to finally ask her about it. The idea of her and Bakugou together was eating you out alive. You wanted clarity but you knew that if it was true that they were seeing each other or even talking to each other, that was absolutely crush you. Taking a deep breath, you entered your parents’ house.

“(y/n), my darling!” you immediately heard your mother scream. In due time, she was embracing you in a hug before you could even close the door.

“Mother! How many times do I have to tell you? I saw you last weekend,” you told her.

“But I still miss my only child! It’s so lonely without you here. Why don’t you move back in?” she urged you.

“Mother, I like being away from the city! And I love my job. I just can’t abandon the kids,” you tell her. But your mother pouted. “Is lunch ready?” you ask, trying to change the subject before she could go on and on about you not being at home.

“We are still prepping! Why don’t you help us?” your mother suggested. You obliged, since there was nothing to do at the moment. Both of you made your way to the large kitchen. Sitting around the island were some of your aunts already making food.

“Ah, (y/n)! You made it! Come help!” one of your aunts exclaimed, handing you some wrappers so you can help wrap eggrolls. You sat down in one of the chairs and started helping. It was tradition for the younger adults to help with the cooking. You never wanted to but you and your other cousins were always forced to help. According to the elders, once they were gone, the younger ones have to continue the tradition. As time passed, you actually enjoyed helping them cook. This gave you the opportunity to learn the family recipes and perfecting the techniques so you can do it at home.

Although there were some downsides to helping. Since you were the only younger adult there, you didn’t have anyone to talk to. Of course, your aunts would ask you questions about your life but then the conversation would steer towards their lives. So you would just listen in on the drama or whatever they want to talk about. But then there are times when they would criticize you and your life. And that’s what was happening now.

“(y/n), have you thought about dieting? You seem to have put on some weight,” your aunt directs the conversation at you and hits you right where it hurts. You momentarily freeze your actions.

“Actually, I’ve lost a few pounds since you last saw me, Auntie,” you say, not tearing your gaze away from the food in your hands.

“Really? Your cheeks are so chubby still. You know, Momo has been on this new diet and she’s never looked better! She looks thin while still having her curves. And her skin is amazing!” your aunt bragged about your cousin. Ah, there is it. Again, comparing you to Momo. It wouldn’t be a family reunion without this comparison talk.

“I’ll have to give you Momo’s skin care routine. You look like you’re breaking out a bit,” she continues, observing your face. You thought your face was fine. It was clear and smooth. That’s a blessing in itself. Maybe your lips were a little dry, but that was it.

“Oh, honey. Don’t put too much filling in! Fold it like this. Momo can do this so beautifully. When she gets her, I’ll have her teach you.” Momo this, Momo that. When was it ever going to stop?

“Speaking of Momo,” you said a little loud, getting tired of this conversation. “Where is she?” you asked, trying not to show the annoyance in your face.

“She should be here soon. She’s bringing a boy over!” your aunt said with pure excitement. That made your stomach drop. As soon as you heard that statement, your heart raced and your palms started to sweat. You hope to god that it was not the person you were thinking. But with your luck, it was going to prove to be false.

“He better be a catch,” you heard your other aunt say.

“He better. I was already planning on having her meet this over handsome gentleman,” your aunt said, now gossiping.

“I’m here!” you heard that familiar, preppy voice coming from the front door. Speak of the devil. You heard your relatives greeting her and her company. You didn’t want to turn around. You couldn’t. Facing reality means that you lost to her.

“Momo!” your aunt left the island to go greet her daughter. “I heard you brought a boy, where is he?” she questioned, looking around.

“My boyfriend is still being bombarded by father,” Momo explained, emphasizing the word boyfriend. You didn’t know if that was a stab at you or what, but at that point you knew. You could never compete against her. She won. She could have had anything she wanted from you. You just didn’t want it to be him.

“Bring him over! I want to meet him!” yeah, you don’t though.

“Father! Stop harassing him!” you heard Momo shout at her father in a joking matter.

“I’m just welcoming him to the family!” Momo’s father defended himself. Momo shook her head and grabbed the guy she brought by the arm.

“Mother,” Momo started. Shit, don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look. “This is Bakugou.” At hearing his name, you looked up. And sure enough, Bakugou was standing there, handsome as ever. He was shaking hands with Momo’s mom while she is basking over him. He’s smiling at her shyly and when he looks up, he locks eyes with you. But not for long because you cut it short and continue folding the filling into the wrappers.

“(y/n) darling, do you have a man in your life?” your mother asks you, turning her attention away from Momo and Bakugou.

“No, mother,” you said dejectedly. No matter how many times she asks, the answer is always going to be the same. Well, it probably would have changed if Momo didn’t get in the way. Who knows, Bakugou could have been yours by now but life never goes your way.

“Do you remember that boy I talked about last time? Well I came into contact with him and he says he wants to meet you,” your mom leaned in closer, almost in a whisper. It’s like she didn’t want anyone else to hear. But knowing that you didn’t want to marry yet and she still talked to him?

“Mom,” you complained, frowning at her. “I told you that I didn’t to.”

“I was setting it up just in case!” she tried to defend herself, but that was getting her nowhere because you were even more annoyed than when you got there.

“An arranged marriage? Really? That’s a little bit too cliché for this time period, don’t you think?”

“Cliché as it seems but see it as climbing up in life. You’ll never get a better offer,” your mother looks sternly at you. You roll your eyes. You didn’t like the idea but it got you thinking.

“Momo, come help (y/n) fold these. You do a must nicer job,” your aunt brings Momo over to the island to help with prepping the food.

“(y/n),” Momo greeted you, already sensing the tension in the air.

“Hi Momo,” you greeted back. Silence.

It’s never usually like this. Usually, family lunch is where laughter and talk is happening all over. Especially between you two since you grew up together and were so close. And arguments never happened to you, only when you guys were children. But right now, it was quiet besides the gossiping from the adults. Bakugou played with the little cousins behind you guys while his girlfriend was occupied with a job.

“So (y/n), what do you think of Momo’s new boyfriend?” one of your aunts suddenly asked. You almost choked on your spit because you were not expecting that question at all.

“He’s nice,” you quickly say. What could you say? Oh, you have a fat crush on him and thought you were going to date because you had a make out session the night before he rejected you? Not likely. In your head, you were begging for someone to change the subject. Better yet, you wished lunch would be served soon so you can get the heck out of there.

“Honey, I keep telling ya. If you lost a few pounds, I’m sure you will be just as desirable,” there she goes again.

“Mother!” Momo scolded her, clearly upset that she was commenting on your body. Your relationship with Momo was definitely a weird one. Many times, it feels as though you were both competing against each other. But on many occasions, she would be sticking up for you and boost your confidence. It’s just unfortunate that you both like the same person.

“What? I was just trying to give her advice!” again, your aunt was trying to defend herself.

“Anyway,” Momo changed the subject so your surprise. She turns to you, giving you her full attention. “How’s the new job? You never caught me up on that.”

“Oh I love it. I mean, it’s kind of exhausting because I’m with kids all day but so rewarding,” you tell her. For a moment, you forgot why you were so upset with her. Talking with her just felt like normal, like you could tell her anything.

“Momo, darling. Go on and tell us about your new position,” your aunt butted in to brag about her daughter. Momo became shy and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Well, my company just got a new boss so I got promoted to his secretary,” she beamed and all the ladies in the kitchen were cheering and congratulating her. You didn’t get that kind of response.

“You should have studied in business, (y/n). Look how successful Momo is now. I mean, teaching is fine and everything but it’s kind of boring and useless. Looks bad on the family,” your aunt whispered that last part to your other aunt. But you heard it.

“Okay, lunch! Is served!” the men of the family walked in with trays full of food that you women prepared. You sighed in relief. That got every single person distracted. Now you didn’t have to hear the negative comments being thrown at you. You, too, walk towards the food and as soon as you were about to pick up a freshly fried eggroll, you paused. You thought back to what they said about you earlier. You gained weight. You’d look better if you lost weight. You’d find a man if you lost weight.

You backed away from the food and headed towards the bathroom. After locking the door behind you, you got a good look at yourself in the mirror. They were right. The way you saw yourself in the mirror shifted into a person who was full of flaws. Your cheeks were chubby which resulted in a double chin showing even if you were looking straight ahead. You wore a sleeveless shirt that day so you lifted your arms to the side. The fat on your arm was dangling and it made your arms look bigger than they actually were. You don’t even want to start on your stomach. You sucked in your tummy but that didn’t do anything. You could still see the little pooch sticking out. No matter how hard you sucked in, it wasn’t going away. Then you pushed your stomach in and looked at yourself from the side.

I should lose weight, you thought to yourself. You would look much better. And your hips. They were so wide. You didn’t look good from the front view. You never noticed how much flaws you had on your body. It was so frustrating that you want to cry. But you would do that as soon as you left. Their comments never hit you so hard before, but now this was too much. The realization hit you that you can’t get a boyfriend looking like this. Maybe taking up on your mom’s offer wasn’t such a bad idea after all. You sigh and open the door to leave the bathroom. When you step out, you happen to almost run into somebody. You looked up to see Bakugou looking down at you, with what? Concerned eyes? No, you were probably just seeing things. You gave him a weak smile, moved to the side and walked passed him without saying another word.

While the older women in the house were ridiculing you and putting you down over Momo, Bakugou was behind you guys, overhearing the whole thing. It may look like he was playing with your younger cousins but his whole attention was on the conversation going on behind him. Every insult they threw at you made him more upset.

Fat? Where? You looked fit and healthy. Perfectly normal from his eyes and honestly, you looked better than good.

Undesirable? When he came into town, you were the only person that caught his attention and the only girl that occupied his mind for weeks. If you wanted you, you could have any guy you wanted.

Unsuccessful? Just because you weren’t making as much money doesn’t mean that you are not successful. You looked happy at your job. Every time you talked about your job or the kids, you were beaming with pride and joy.

Everything they were saying was false. And he was itching to say something and retort back but he had to bite his tongue. He couldn’t make a scene, especially not with Momo present. When he saw you leave the bathroom with the most hurt expression on your face, he wanted to say something so bad. But you ignored him and walked passed him like he was some stranger. Only then did something tug on his heartstrings.

Your mother was talking to your relatives but you needed to talk to her privately. So you waited until she went up to get more food to approach her.

“Oh, (y/n) love. Grab some more food, it’s absolutely delicious!�� your mother was ogling the food, her mouth watering.

“Yeah, I’ll grab some later. Uhm, mom? Can we talk?”

“About what sweetie?” your mother answered while still looking at the food in front of her. You bit your lip, now second guessing your decision. But what did you have to lose?

“About what you said earlier… I’ll do it. I’ll take you up on your offer.”

A/N: Can you guess who the surprise Haikyuu character is? I gave you plenty of hints :D And to anyone reading, you are beautiful the way you are! If anyone wants to talk, slide in the DMs or send me an anon and I will hype you up like no other <3

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of falling stars and crescent moons

a wandagatha oneshot (also on ao3)

pairing: agatha harkness/wanda maximoff

au - gods and goddesses

word count: 3472

In the beginning, there was nothing.

Nothing, however, was already something and, when the Elder Gods looked upon the blank canvas that one day would become the universe, they saw it was good. Life could be nurtured here, they would say. Their children would gasp excitedly, Papa, papa! Will you make me a star too? Ah, she already was. His little star.

Soon, my child, He would answer softly, bouncing his daughter on his knee.

And then, in the blink of an eye and a whispered command-

Nothing became everything.

An explosion. The Big Bang, some of the Elder Gods liked to call it.

Light flashed in unimaginable directions. Colorful waves of matter spread across space with unrestricted power and every once in a while the Gods would hear their rumble reverberating as thunders in the sky. All that was necessary for life to flourish was already coming together.

Nebulas and constellations now decorated the universe like splashes of paint on a black canvas. Stars colliding and galaxies being formed. Upon seeing part of their hearts and souls coloring their creation, the Gods rejoiced. Their creation was good.

But something was missing.

The universe couldn't be left barren. It was not made for that. What was the point of it all if not for life to be created and appreciated? To be lived? They needed a place where life could bloom and grow in all its glory. From birth till death. Where all creatures could exist.

So, hand in hand with one another, the Gods closed their eyes and imagined their second creation: the Earth. A small blue planet, born from the fire and blossoming under divine light. But darkness still lingered there, hiding just beneath the myriad of clouds and thunder. No living beings could settle in such an inhospitable environment.

He looked down on his child clinging to his legs. His beautiful Wanda. Running his fingers through her hair, he knew a decision had to be made.

"My darling, Papa needs to tell you something." His voice was deep but soothing and it reached the little girl's ears as if it were a breeze. She glanced up at him with curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

"Yes, Papa?"

"You're my light, Wanda. You always have been and always will be. But this world needs you to shine on them. To guide them when darkness looms over their heads." Tears threatened to fall but He stood strong. A little hand grasped his in a surprisingly firm hold.

He pulled her up in his arms with a choked sob.

"You need to be their sun, little one." The girl tried to wiggle out of his embrace such was the excitement she felt. "I'll make you a star. Their star."

A tear fell.

Twinkle, little star.

The Sun was created.

—

Wanda sighed dejectedly.

Being the sun goddess was total, utter boredom. She had to wake up early every day to shine on those hideous living beings down on Earth—just a bunch of microbes, for dad's sake— and when nighttime came, there was no one to talk to! Not even a falling star! Asteroids were rude so she didn't even bother with them. It was lonely.

She knew her dad had been right. She knew how important her mission was and how essential for life to exist it was. In spite of all that… Wanda felt unbearably alone. Don't get her wrong, solitude was becoming to her. Even though she was an actual goddess, she only felt like one when she gazed down upon her kingdom. Her planet. And yet-

There was no one by her side. No one to share the sky with her. The days were bright and beautiful; the nights, dark and rueful. And it's been like that for the past 4 billion years. Wanda's lips trembled at the sudden realization.

4 billion years on her own. What kind of existence is that?

When the first tear fell, others soon followed. The night was silent if not for the sorrowful cries of the Sun. Up there, in the starry sky, the morning star wept. For her loneliness. For her family that wasn't there. For her heart, which thundered inside of her just like the rain that fell down on Earth. That night, Wanda prayed.

Her dad didn't talk to her much anymore. Until that moment, she hadn't tried to reach out either. There were no hard feelings between them—'Tis the right thing to do, my daughter— but after years of isolation, they grew apart. Or maybe, she just drifted away from him. A lost star in the endless void of the universe. How fitting.

Still, she prayed. A desperate plea from a chilling heart.

"Father-" Her fiery red hair fell like a curtain around her face. Shoulders heaving with each sob. "Please. Please, leave me alone no more, for I cannot bear it any longer. You said I would shine and bring light to this world. What world, Father?" Between sobs, Wanda screamed at the sky above. Each tear sizzled as they touched her skin. "How can I shine so brightly if there's no one to see me, dad? N-no one to share my light with?" Wanda, the morning star. Lost star. Dimming star.

Twilight in the sky.

From above, her creator observed the scene regretfully. How much He ached to be with her. To hold his daughter again. In an attempt to right what was wrong—Listen to my prayers, Father!— He waved his hand in a difficult motion, eyes swimming in tears that had yet to fall. As you wish, darling one.

"Let there be the Moon."

—

Bleary-eyed, the Moon rises.

What is she doing up there in the sky? It's quiet but eerily so. No star is close enough for her to speak with, only capable of seeing their light from afar. Glancing down, she notices her hands. They are pretty hands. Long fingers stained purple—why purple?— and pale skin. Agatha can almost see the little blood vessels underneath.

It is then that she notices her surroundings. The night is a lilac sky with drops of light in it, planets a million miles away and stars shining so brightly her eyes sting. Agatha herself is glowing. Or rather, reflecting the glow. There is a woman on the horizon. It's too far for Agatha to see what she looks like, but even from far away, she can see how much she shines. A beacon in the dark. Warmth sweeps through her in gentle waves. It comes from the woman too.

In a bout of courage, the Moon waves at her. She has no idea if it will work, given how bright is the space between them. She tries. There's something magnetic in this woman as if she was the Sun and Agatha, the satellite stuck in its orbit. But isn't that exactly what they are? And suddenly, as if heaven itself had illuminated her mind, she realizes that she is the Moon.

Agatha, Goddess of the night and the dark.

Lost in her thoughts, she doesn't notice the Sun wiping away her tears, nor does she hear the surprised gasp the other woman erupts. Father listened!

"Hello?" Wanda calls out, confusion present in her tone. Dark hair flails wildly as Agatha focuses her gaze on her. She is so beautiful, the redhead thinks as she watches her from afar. Raven black mane of lustrous hair gently falling down on lean shoulders; pale, almost silver skin catching the light coming from Wanda in a soft glow. A reflection. Not quite her mirror but her opposite. This is the Moon in all her glory.

“You there!” She has to shout if she wants the other to hear it. “I’m the Sun. Or Wanda, if you prefer.” The star feels ridiculous shouting at someone who’s so far away, almost unreachable in the night sky. “What is your name?” A hopeful smile lights up her face by the time she finishes.

“I’m Agatha, dear.” The Moon smiles back. “Charmed to make your acquaintance. Now, is there any way we can meet up without all this screaming?” As if to make a point, Agatha puts a hand around her own throat. “Give a break to these vocal cords, ya know?” If she squinted her eyes just a bit, Wanda would see a teasing smile gracing the woman’s lips. However, having heard what she’d said, the Sun laughed merrily.

Thank you, Dad.

They talked the night away. What was once a sorrowful evening quickly became a cheerful night. However, when dawn starts to break, Wanda notices the Moon beginning to fade away. She tries to shine brighter, stronger in her light, desperation clutching her heart at the prospect of being alone again.

“Agatha,” The Sun is set ablaze. “Will I see you again?” The Moon is almost gone now. Giving up her place in the sky for the sunlight to shine. It would be poetic if it weren’t for the pain in her chest. How come the Moon missed her already?

“Darling, you’re the center of the universe.” Her voice is but a gentle whisper in the forenoon. Despite the distance, Wanda can hear it as if it had been whispered right by her ear. “Wherever you go, I follow.” And with sad blue eyes and a wistful smile, the moon Goddess disappears in the aurora.

—

173 days had passed since their first and only conversation. For some reason, on each night they shared, it became harder and harder for them to hear one another. And each time the Sun had to see her friend disappear in the sky, she took a little piece of her heart with her. She knew she was being dramatic. And if Agatha were here she would probably make fun of her too. Now, did she care? No, she didn't.

Wanda yearns for the Moon. Craves her soothing voice and cheeky remarks. Teasing smiles and soft eyes. The Sun felt seen under her gaze. After billions of years with only herself as company, the sun Goddess can't help but feel attached to her. Even though moths still didn't exist and she was the actual flame, Wanda was attracted to the moonlight just the same.

A little voice, however, just hidden in the confines of her mind, tells her that there was a purpose to this. This distance that they always try to close but never do. Yearning for someone she could never hold in her arms. Maybe this is just another way for Father to punish me again, Wanda thinks bitterly. She'd never been so wrong before. This was no punishment.

It was salvation.

Brooding up in the sky, the Sun hadn't noticed when night started to fall. Nor had she noticed when—instead of the Earth blocking her vision of the Moon—the object of her thoughts suddenly appeared right in front of her.

It's during a solar eclipse when they meet for the first time.

"Agatha? Is it really you?" Jumping to her feet from where she sat, Wanda feels her heart skip a beat. Nothing could compare to the Moon up close.

"It is. Come here so I can see you, darling!" A delighted smile curls on dark red lips. The goddess reaches up to softly cradle Wanda's face, a thumb brushing the warm skin of her cheek. "You're really here…"

The redhead leans into the touch. "I am. You have no idea how much I wanted to see you, Agatha. To talk to you eye to eye." The black-haired woman revels in the way green orbs gleam under her light. Their light. "To touch you." Hands to her hips pulls her closer. The Moon buries herself in those arms. It feels like being hugged by the Sun but literally this time. She giggles at her own silliness. A husky voice laughs along.

"Why are you laughing?" Wanda whispers in the crook of her neck. Agatha gives a small intake of breath, and her laughing subsides.

"I just realized the Sun is hugging me. A strange metaphor, don't you think?"

"Perhaps. Do you want me to-"

"No!" Agatha says, startling them both. She speaks quieter, "No. S-sorry, I'm just too silly for my own good. Comes with loneliness, I guess." She gives a bit of a laugh but her gaze finds the ground. A finger under her chin lifts it up.

"Hey," A soft smile spreads across the Sun's face. "It's okay. Maybe we could be silly together?" And as if to emphasize her point, she makes a silly face. Agatha can't help the guffaw that comes out. They laugh together again.

Hand in hand, they walk through the night sky. Talking about everything and nothing, they discover little things about each other, such as Agatha's liking for the sea and her influence on the tides, or Wanda's love for early mornings and summer evenings. Both women feel at home with each other, their past sorrows all but forgotten memories in their minds. Day and night. Light and darkness.

Total eclipse of the Sun.

—

It didn't take long for them to realize that they only had time to meet in person during eclipses. Solar ones, in fact. As such, whenever they got the chance, the two goddesses would always try to get the best out of the few hours they had together. Today is no different.

It was also in each other's company that they discovered the ability to incarnate themselves. In their human forms—Dad needs to create them soon—they would head down to their shared planet and take walks on the small patches of land they could find.

They're laying side by side on the ground. "Dear gods, Wanda, whatever those poor things have done to you? It's just phytoplankton," Between giggles, Agatha tries not to let a full laugh come out as she watches Wanda turn and glare at her, the redhead's own lips twitching as if she too were having a hard time not laughing. "Why do you despise them so?" Agatha is actually curious about that.

"They're just so bland! Father said that He would create mankind when I was little but apparently He forgot." She says grumpily but with a ghost of a smile on her lips. "Photosynthesis is the only thing they do all day. Not to mention under my account too!" Wanda puts on a serious face for a few moments, only for it to fall away as the twinkling laughter of her Moon hits her ears. It occurs to her, like a flash of lightning, how beautiful Agatha looks under the penumbra.

Their human forms came with the inability to display their god-like features, which was why Wanda didn't shine as the actual sun and Agatha didn't reflect her rays.

She is glad for it, really. Mortality looks heavenly on her Moon.

"You're a goofball!"

"Am not!"

"Yes, you are!" Agatha turns fully on her side, arms under her head and tenderness coloring her ocean eyes. Her gaze trails over the woman beside her. Without thinking, her hand finds Wanda's. Their laughter ceases to give space to a companionable silence. There's no need for words right now.

Despite knowing each other for months now—It feels like I've known her for years, they both think—it's at this very moment the goddesses realize how important and vital the other's presence is in their lives. Wanda found a friend in Agatha, something she had longed for as long as she could remember. Solace and understanding the foundation of their budding relationship. Yet, a flame started inside of her chest. It was small at first, barely there. A candle in the dark. Now?

Fire overtook her entire being.

The Sun burns for the Moon's touch and her smile; her azure eyes and sharp tongue, quick wit and soft words-

Wanda, the sun Goddess. The only morning star. The lost star. Once dimming but never giving out. Enters the Moon and she falls. A falling star in the dark night sky. And woe is Wanda, for she hopes Agatha catches her. Never to fade away. Never to let go.

"Wanda?" The hand Agatha holds trembles slightly. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine, I'm just- it's nothing, really." There are tears in her eyes but she wills them not to fall. She is my only friend, I can't lose her for this-

"Honey, don't do this. I know there's something upsetting you. I won't force you to talk to me but know that I'm here, Wanda. I'm not going anywhere." She pulls her hand away to run her fingers through soft auburn hair. The Sun feels fire spread within.

"Promise we can still be friends?" Never in her life had she felt so insecure. But she had to know.

"Darling, how could I not be your friend? You're my sun, superstar. But yes, I promise you." Agatha tried to joke around to see if she could bring a smile to the woman's face. It is to no avail.

Wanda rests a warm hand on her cheek. Caresses the skin just beneath her eyes, brushes her nose. Ghosts over lips. With each touch, Agatha's heart plummeted in her chest. A crescent moon, thundering core.

"I've always wanted to be a star. When the Gods created the universe, I was there. I've seen things you can't even imagine. Whole galaxies colliding with each other, the death of a million stars." She closes her eyes briefly, and her voice cracks as she continues. "And when I became one, I felt completely happy. Excited even. I was to shine upon a whole world, the entire solar system. And yet… I was lonely. I was alone for so long, Agatha. But then- Then you came along. I prayed for someone, anyone to come and put me out of my misery.

My light was going out but you brought it back. You are my light, Agatha. You're the reason I still burn and will continue to burn until the end of time itself, if it means you're by my side." By the time she finishes, tears have long started falling. And by the time they fall, the Moon has already pulled the Sun into her embrace.

Black nails into her scalp. Murmured words of comfort in her ear.

The Sun sets and lays in her chest.

"Remember that thing I said on the day we met?" She waits for Wanda to nod, her mane of red hair tickling Agatha's nose. "Wherever you go, I follow. That's the truth, Wanda. Not only am I incapable of getting away from you, I also don't want to. And do you know why?" Green eyes red with crying look up at her. "Because I can't bear the thought of not being with you. The very prospect of not seeing you shine so brightly in the sky saddens me so much that-" Her voice chokes. "That sometimes I can't breathe. But when morning comes and you're up there in the sky being your sunny self," They both laugh tearfully. "I feel alive. You make me feel alive, Wanda."

It doesn't really matter who leans in first.

Day and night find each other's lips in a searing kiss. Wanda might have witnessed many things in her long life, but never had she seen the collision of a satellite and its star. What a spectacle it was. Lucky her for having the pleasure to participate in it.

They are a mess of limbs curling into one another. Not once separating from their kiss, Wanda manages to straddle Agatha with dexterity, her hands pining those of the woman to the hard surface. Tongue against tongue in an elegant and passionate dance. Total eclipse of the Sun, full Moon its only spectator.

Then, coming from the heavens above, a deep rumble sounded.

"No." A whispered command. Father had come back.

And the falling star and her crescent moon were no more.

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Wanda opens her eyes with a silent gasp.

Sunlight hits her face lazily as if it had just woken up as well. Agatha sleeps by her side. Looking out, she sees the snowy mountain tops and the woods that surrounded their cabin being grazed by the morning sun.

Her girlfriend murmurs something in her sleep the younger witch can't quite comprehend. Trying to calm her rabbit-heart, Wanda pulls her closer and breathes into her hair. Feels her own breathing slow down. It was just a dream, it was just dream-

"Well, good morning, sunshine." Violet eyes hazy with sleep slowly blink at her. A soft smile on red lips. "What's with the long face?" Agatha taps her nose. The warm breeze coming from outside suddenly feels too hot.

Too much.

"Nothing, I- I just had the strangest dream…"

Up in the sky, the Sun wept.

#wandavision #wandagatha #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #wandavision au #fics #moon writes

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drwcn · 4 years

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Hey hey you ever think about how painful it must have been for Jiang Cheng, who became sect leader as a teen after the people that raised him died, to watch Jin Ling become sect leader as a teen after one of the people that raised him died?? Cause I do

Hello! i’m finally getting around to answering this! :) Thank you for the ask. I wrote a little something for this, but from Jin Ling’s perspective.

“宗主，子时都过了，该就寝了。”

Jin Ling looked up from the pile of missives scattered on his working desk.

“Huh?” His eyes burned. His neck ached, and there was tightness between his scapula that made him feel suffocated.

“It’s almost midnight. Time to rest,” repeated the maid as she held out the cup to him with a bow.

Water. He’d called for tea. Jin Ling frowned, irked. “What happened to my tea?”

“But...it’s late.”

“I know it’s late, that’s why I called for tea.”

“Jiang-zongzhu said -”

Jin Ling set his brush down with a loud clatter, irritation turning to anger. “Jiang-zongzhu isn’t here! This is Jinlintai, not Lotus Pier. Am I the Sect Master of Lanling or is my jiujiu the sect master?!”

Fairy, who had dozed off with her great big head resting on his thigh, jerked awake at his yell. He automatically laid a hand down between her ears to sooth her, and she whined a little, lying back down.

The maid shrunk, shoulders shrugging up to her ears as if her head could retract back into her chest like a turtle. “Apologies, Sect Master. I will see to your tea right away!”

Jin Ling picked up his brush, grumbling, “And some pastries...I’m hungry.”

He dismissed her with a wave and returned his attention to the scrolls and parchment on his table.

During his life, Jin Guangyao had run a tight ship. His accounts were pristine and his books were in order. Logistically, Jinlintai was a well-oiled machine, but politically, this place was a fucking cesspool. A mess.

His mess.

All of Jinlintai belonged to Jin Rulan now.

For a time, it seemed like a coup was imminent, but with Lan Wangji as Chief Cultivator, his jiujiu backing him with the full firepower of Yunmeng, and Wei Wuxian, the Grand-master of demonic cultivation, making it known his unwavering loyalty to the son of his dearly departed shijie, no one dared to rise against Jin Ling.

After some months, the tension ebbed and the ripple in the pond that Jin Guangyao’s untimely death had caused eventually petered out.

Oh but the pond was deep and the water was murky.

Jin Ling groaned, lacing his fingers behind his neck and stretched. Perhaps the maid was right, perhaps it was time to sleep.

Standing, he made his way to the window, and gazed up at the cloudy sky.

Fairy pattered up to him, sat down on her hind legs, and nudged his hand for pets. She was so needy sometimes; Jin Ling huffed, giving her exactly what she wanted. Fairy closed her eyes, tongue lolling out happily.

She reminded him of himself. Temperamental, snippy, and a bit of a princess.

On a night like this, he couldn’t help but think of his parents. Jin Ling touched the jade hanging on his belt, the only thing he had left of his mother, and hoped that she would be proud of him and the man he was slowly becoming each day...

He knew so little about his mother. Jiang Cheng would talk about her sometimes, but his jiujiu wasn’t much of a reminisce and lament kind of man. Jiang Yanli’s death was a wound, deeper perhaps than any wound Jiang Cheng had ever sustained. He used to tell Jin Ling when he was young that his mother had been the best woman who’d ever walked the earth, and Jin Ling had believed him.

The servants at Jinlintai often said that Jiang Yanli had been a lovely person: kind, good, and sweet of temper. But she would have been strong too, Jin Ling thought, she must have been. His late mother had charged into a battle - into chaos - for a brother who the world had despised, whose creation had killed her husband, because even after everything, she had believed in A-Xian’s heart, in his soul...and had protected him with her life.

And she had been right.

It took sixteen years in the making, but Jiang Yanli had finally been proven right.

If only...if only Jin Ling could remember what she looked like. He turned back to the table of work he’d abandoned and exhaled dejectedly. He wished that instead of the maid, it was his a-niang who brought him tea and midnight snacks and chided at him to go to bed.

But his a-niang was long gone. The only one left was his jiujiu.

Speaking of his jiujiu, a letter from Lotus Pier informed him that Jiang Cheng was coming by tomorrow to visit him. Jin Ling was extremely relieved. He had so many questions, so many complaints he couldn’t wait to vent at Jiang Cheng.

Like how he would like to go on night hunts with his friends and just be seventeen for a night for crying out loud. Like how it was almost his birthday and he’d like a day off, is that so much to ask?

Jin Ling sighed.

His thoughts drifted and he wondered where his friends were tonight. Sizhui would still be travelling with Wen Ning, no doubt. Ouyang Zizhen and Lan Jingyi were probably wrapping up their hunt. Jin Ling had to decline their invite. There was too much to do, and he was already overwhelmed.

But he had so wanted to go...it seemed like such fun...

He could already hear Jiang Cheng now, going on and on about how he can’t just drop everything and wander off like he used to anymore, how he was sect master now and needed to be more poised, less flustered, and blah blah blah blah blah.

God, was this how it was like for jiujiu when he first became sect master? Which blasted elder nagged jiujiu into the grumpy-face he is now?

...

Jin Ling realized with a start that there had been no one to nag his jiujiu when he had become sect leader. All those years ago, his jiujiu had been thrust upon this position by the worst tragedy to have ever befallen his home. One after another, he had lost his mother, his father, his brother, his sister, and was left with no one but a baby nephew to take care of.

How old was he then? Not that much older than Jin Ling himself, surely. Who did jiujiu turn to when he was frustrated and lost, when he was scared and lonely, when he felt small and the world too big, when the solutions to his problems seemed worse than the problems themselves?

Jin Ling used to think that his xiao-shushu was the more doting of his uncles, and maybe Jin Guangyao did care for him in his twisted ways, but Jiang Cheng...Jiang Cheng had given him everything.

Jin Ling had no father, no mother, and Jiang Cheng had tried to be both. Jin Rulan belonged to the Jins, belonged to Lanling. Jiang Cheng didn’t have to do any of that, but he did without complaint and without expectation of any returns. For the first time, Jin Ling was starting to understand just how much Jiang Cheng loved him.

At this thought, the back of his throat grew tight and his nose stung.

“Fairy,” Jin Ling scratched his best girl behind one ear. “It’s late. What say you we turn in for the night?”

Fairy nudged him with her muzzle. She agreed. Smart dog.

Sect Leader Jin sent a quick word to the servants to call off the tea and biscuits and asked for a bath instead.

He was exhausted.

#cql ficlet #jin ling #jiang cheng #lockedinabookstore #corie replies #the untamed #cql #corie fics #character fic

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The Kiss Thief - Park Seonghwa Social Media AU

20. Chapter Sixteen: Happy Realisation✨ (Meant as a sarcastic remark to the Reader, wishing her Happy Realisation like Happy Birthday)

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Masterlist of the AU✨

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The Special Weekly Segment, Weekly Flower Delivery had thoroughly infiltrated your mind with admiration of love and swooning until you remembered that you decided to justify your feelings about Seonghwa, with Seonghwa by talking to Seonghwa.

Oh, Park Seonghwa.

What are you going to say? For starters, you had few options you considered:

1) 'Hey! Crazy story. Remember when I liked you in high school but I think it was childish, so I'd like to know what are your present thoughts about it?'

Fairly normal but quite formal.

2) 'Hello there kind sir. Would you like discussing our past embarassing affairs, mostly the mortifying felony committed by me over a glass of liquor?'

It feels like you're asking for great lord's hand in marriage, one who owns expansive estates in the 1740s.

3) 'Hey, Seonghwa, so you know how we've been spending some time together and I have been thinking about us, together, as in a dating, you know what I mean?'

'You know what I mean?' What are you about to do? Transcend into a rap battle?

At the end, you considered it's best to say what feels appropriate at the given situation.

Hopefully, it's appropriate.

The Dazzling Night group is buzzing excitement of accomplishment after the special segment.

The atmosphere shifting from a rather intimate confession to a declaration of never fading love has successfully set a mood for the team to celebrate the well executed show with chicken and beer by the riverside at midnight.

Yeosang and Mingi leave before the rest and decide to get the food on the way to arrange a seating area for comfortable dinner.

The remaining ride in Seonghwa's car after he frantically arrived at the studio looking fresh and clean.

After a short ten minute ride, you breathe in the gusts of winds, carrying a gentle scent of the river.

The location is a little crowded for the night but might disperse as the clock ticks by.

It isn't difficult to spot the waving figures of Yeosang and Mingi in a quiet corner, keeping a safe distance from other groups for private, mostly chaotic conversations of the group.

Jongho collapses on the mattress within a second of spotting it.

"This is the life of a successful segment planner." He states with a deep inhale.

"Okay bragger, save this for later. I'm hungry." Mingi pushes the boy out of the mattress, rolling him onto the grass but Jongho has no plans of sitting straight.

Yeosang twists open a bottle with fizzle. "We need to make a toast."

The rest of you begin arranging your dinner in front of the widespread, breathtaking view of the river and the brightly lit bridge.

Seonghwa and you begin unpacking the boxes of variety of chicken while Hongjoong pours out drinks for everyone.

"A toast? Why? Are we already done with Dazzling Night for this semester?" Hongjoong comments without looking up.

Yeosang gives him a look. "C'mon, read the mood." He falls back beside Mingi. "Seonghwa loves giving speeches anyway. We love a sentimental mood setter."

You nudge the mentioned boy. "Oh? Then I'm looking forward to it too!"

He plops down and rolls his eyes. "For once can you guys stop ganging up on me?"

Your best friend props up his body lazily, supporting his weight on his arms. "Make a toast, make a toast, make a toast."

You snicker and shake your head at the lack of enthusiasm. "Wow, you surely want him to make a toast."

Hongjoong offers you a small cup of beer. "Okay then, would you like to make a toast instead?"

Taken aback, you study the amount of twinkling eyes settled on you. "Oh, hell no." You thrust the cup at the suggested person.

Seonghwa looks at you with dramatic betrayal written all over his features. "My knight in--" His eyes study your frame, "My knight in jeans and flannel, I thought you'd surely save me."

The entire group bursts out in laughter.

Placing a hand on your hip, you gulp down the contents of the small cup. "Why did the ganging up shift from him" You jab a thumb at innocent looking Seonghwa, "To me?"

Jongho simply shrugs. There's an evident satisfaction displayed in his slackened movements.

You feel comfortable as well.

You're used to, no, you are loving the playful bantering but god forbid, you'll never admit this out loud, especially in front of the teasing devil himself.

"Alright, alright" Seonghwa refills your empty cup and lifts up his big one. "Here's a toast to not even a week into Dazzling Night yet to the most talented group of people making everyone's night, especially each other's by working together and supporting each other. How's that for a sentimental toast?"

All of you raise your plastic cups in unison with a gentle 'cheers' and down the booze in one shot.

Mingi wipes his non existent tears. "Fantastic. I'd like to thank my mother, my father and mostly importantly the baby account I followed on instagram two weeks ago which gives me joy---"

He is unable to finish his speech of 'gratitude' as Yeosang shoves him away with a quick push, making the tall boy almost land sideways on top of sauce pouches.

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Throughout dinner, you simply cannot stop smiling or almost rolling over the grass.

It is truly a wild dinner.

One moment Hongjoong slaps away Yeosang's hand from stealing his well deserved chicken wing and another Jongho suddenly belts out a song to honour the evening, earning loud claps from the people seated nearby.

The conversations begin with Seonghwa and Hongjoong reminiscing their first meeting together, makes it's way through the emotional valley but eventually returns to the clowning station.

Time passes by quickly as you munch over different kinds of delicious chickens melting on your tongue with new flavours everytime you grab one from a different box.

Yeosang takes all the credit for the ten out of ten dinner and all the guys agree with the chicken maniac, as addressed by his friends.

As the night gets darker, people start disappearing slowly and you begin to notice the questionable amount of empty beer bottles lying around.

"I think I'm drunk." Hongjoong presses his temple with a wince.

Yeosang grabs the elder's arm and leans into his shoulder with a pout. "Yeosang wants to eat more chicken."

Jongho breaks into a fit of coughs while Mingi throws back his head, booming with laughter.

"Did he just refer to himself in third person?" Eyes wide, you turn to Seonghwa for an answer.

"Yeosang transforms into a cute little kid when he's drunk, he has a low alcohol tolerance." His cheeks are slightly tinted with the pink colour. You don't know if you should be trusting his tolerance either.

"Oh my god, I should totally make a video." Mingi pulls out his phone but Jongho is quick enough to snatch it.

"You don't want to see tomorrow's sunrise?"

Out of everyone, maybe even you, Jongho appears the most sober, as if he hasn't drank at all.

Hongjoong's hand gently pats the drunk one's back. "C'mon, it's getting late, let's go to the restroom and sober up so we can leave."

Jongho leaves his place with a sigh. "I'm going with those three, I think they need some supervision."

Seonghwa places down his refilled cup. "Good idea. I'll stay back with (y/n) and clean up."

You nod. It is indeed getting late.

The three drunk ones trudge towards the washrooms with a normal walking Jongho following behind.

"Let's clean this up, shall we?" You eye the mess scattered around.

As you try to lift your body with much difficulty, a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you down causing you to yelp.

"But you wanted to talk." You breath hitches for a moment as he turns sideways to place his forehead on your shoulder.

Oh, how you had hoped for him to magically forget about it.

You lift up his head with the support of one finger. "Are you sure you aren't drunk?"

His hands pat his cheeks a few times. "Definitely not drunk." He inches a little closer. "So, tell me."

A chuckle leaves your lips at his attempts to appear sober. "Oh, well, I don't know how to bring this up and I'd rather talk if you will remember this tomorrow as much as I want you to forget."

His shoulders slump. "Oh, (Y/N), is this about our cute little history that you find embarassing."

"What? How did you know that? Wait, who told you---" You blabber out surprised and to deepen the surprise he places a finger on your lips.

"Hey, hey, calm down." His eyes land on the finger and he quickly retrieves it. He clears his throat. "I mean, it is a little obvious. I think it is obvious to everyone but you."

Your cheeks heat up a little at his statement. "Obvious? Okay, since it is that obvious. Yes, yes I am a little embarassed, maybe more than a little embarassed."

Seonghwa tilts his head to the side, an intense look in his eyes. "That's not what I meant (Y/N) but tell me what are you embarassed about?"

Gathering your legs closer to your chest, you place your chin in between the knees. "Well, you know" You let your words trail but draw in a deep breath. "I was fifteen and what happened was silly and ever since we started hanging out together, I feel really comfortable with you and you're really nice. Oh my god, I'm getting nowhere with this." Your feet begin moving in a continous motion.

Seonghwa fixes his posture and sits up straight. "(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?" You look up.

"I liked fifteen year old you. A girl who liked me, often encouraged me even though she didn't understand 11th grade struggles but it's not something that I look back at and make fun of but it's a fond memory that there was a cute girl who liked me back when I was young and too tense for a 17 year old boy." His precise answer tugs a string of your heart.

"Yeah, you were too tense for a 17 year old boy. Remember how you often lectured me like you understand all concepts of the world at such an young age." You comment with an playful smile.

A picture of a young Seonghwa passionately explaining time management like a professor pops up in your mind with a young you listening as if he's reciting a romantic poem. Oh, how smitten you were.

Funnily enough, you still are.

Seonghwa pushes his fingers through his hair with a shy smile, eyes focused on the night sky. "Oh my god. I can't believe you remember that."

You bump your shoulder with his. "How can I forget, you were adorable."

A stange energy is brewing within you. This comfort is unmatched.

He turns to you, fingers suddenly grab your cheeks. "Don't get cheeky with me now." He says in an extremely soft voice.

"Hey, this is not fair. What are you doing?" You get a hold on both of his hand to remove them but fail.

He pulls them a little before letting them go, you rub the sore spots. "You're as much as a troublemaker as you were back then, you just hide it now. Don't you?"

Maybe it's the courage supplied by the little alcohol in your system or maybe it's just him, you grab his face with your hands.

His eyes widen at your actions. "What are you doing?"

You gently bump your forehead onto his. "I'm trying to be bold and knocking some sense into you."

The shocked expression subdues into a serious one. One you hadn't expected to see. "I wouldn't suggest that. What if I really end up forgetting what you're about to do next?"

As soon as he speaks those words, you let go of his face and create a safe distance between you two. "What do you mean? I wasn't going to do anything but bump my forehead with yours! What are you thinking!"

He begins stuffing the empty chicken boxes into each other pretending as if you weren't just inches apart a second ago.

"What if I end up bumping my forehead even harder than you did?" He asks with the most false concern present on his face.

You grab the nearest bottle cap and aim it right at his forehead but he's too quick to catch it. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

"YOU stop being cheeky, can't you tell I was trying to flirt with you!" You let both of your hands rest on your hips.

His mouth forms an "O". "I mean, I should definitely do that, I have the right to. It's not like you know that I've been flirting with you all this time."

You freeze for a moment, eyes blinking twice. "You've been flirting with me?"

He throws up his hands in an exasperated gesture.

"Wait, you've been flirting with me? You weren't just having fun making me suffer by being extremely kind and nice yet teasing and--" The long list of conversations run in your mind and then it pings. "Oh."

Seonghwa begins clapping. "Thank you so much for finally noticing."

Your fall down on the support of your knees.

"Oh my god, Park Seonghwa has been flirting with me all this time"

You realise you've said it out loud and wish to sink further into your hands.

"Yes, I have been." His fingers gently ruffle your hair. "Now, clean this up before Jongho comes back and grumbles about it."

You slowly lift up your head and look at him casually collecting the mess, unphased.

"You're not going to let this one die. Are you?" Hesitant, you await an answer.

He chuckles. "Of course not."

"Fantastic." You stand up, unable to shake off the realisation.

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Pairing: College Student! Seonghwa x College Student! Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, A teeny tiny bit of smut with a pinch of angst

Synopsis: High school crushes are often silly and forgotten. However, you cannot forget the one senior, you "borrowed" once a kiss from. Years have passed and it's a memory you laugh at but what will happen if you're to encounter the same senior in a much different setting and situation? Especially during your first year of college.

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A/N: This user is about to lose her sanity because Tumblr does not save her drafts and likes messing with her already remaining braincells. (I edited this once, I'll edit it again tomorrow)

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After writing this I low-key wanna start a written fic he-he.

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roro-mo · 3 years

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Love can wait

Hi all,

i posted this fanfic on fan fiction.net in the New Year and thought I should share this on tumblr for those who are looking for more ZoNa, just like me. You can find this here.

This was one of my first fanfics but I haven’t updated the story in like forever so am looking to go back to writing fanfics. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy the chapter as much as I did.

You don’t need to read the other chapters as they are not really connected - sort of. We haven’t entered the main plot at all so not connected as of yet. But reading chapter 6 may help you understand some of the things in this chapter.

Summary: What if Zoro and Nami were childhood friends? How different would their lives be? Lot's of one shots set in an AU where Zoro and Nami are childhood friends. Mugiwara crew will also make an appearance. (It’s one of those close balcony friendship - cringe i know lmao, was young when I started LOL)

Rated: M (just to be safe)

Disclaimer: One piece is not mine.

Also, Italics are what the characters are thinking.

Zoro was completing his usual workout, but from home. He groaned, lifting the 15 kg weights for the 96th time. He needed to lift the weights 4 more times and he had to do it soon or Nami was going to barge in, ruining his schedule.

"97...98...99" he counted. He was lifting it for the last time when he smelt her signature fragrance.

"100" he grunted, dropping the weights and closing his eyes in peace. He felt her soft bosom on his back and her arms around him, as she completely pushed her body against him.

A single trail of sweat dropped from his temple to his cheek from the work out. He was too tired to push her away so he stood still, just breathing in and out to stabilise his heartbeat. However, this proved to be difficult as he could only smell her with every breath, and felt her soft small hands on his abs...wait... did he just feel her hands underneath his shirt?

"What the hell witch?" he spat, as his hands automatically stopped hers from outside of his shirt.

Nami was a flirt and loved teasing men, especially Zoro. She loved taking advantage of her beauty and loved getting her way. It was either her way or the highway. She was a greedy witch and she loved every part about it.

"Zoroooo" she said with a tone, a tone Zoro knew too well. It was a tone she used to get her way. A tone that often worked in nosebleed kun, which was not going to work on him.

"Seriously, what are you doing Nami?" he said, turning his head slightly to see what Nami was up to.

"I'm helping you remove your top." She said trying to move her hands, which was useless as Zoro clutched onto them.

"What do you want?"

"To eat." Nami said cheerfully. Today both their parents were out drinking while Nojiko was at university so it was only him and her. But their parents trusted them, hell they even encouraged to utilise their alone time and do something naughty. Nami's stepfather, Genzo, loved Zoro's wisdom and the way he respected elders. He would want nothing but for Zoro to take his no good spoilt daughter as his wife. While Zoro's father loved having Nami around and would be happy if someone, anyone could accept his muscle idiot of a son.

"And what does eating have anything to do with getting naked?" Zoro said with an eyebrow.

She withdrew her hand from underneath his t-shirt, away from his well built abs. Zoro was saddened at the departure of her warmth but was glad at the same time.

She pinched her nose, "well you kinda stink."

"Hurry and go take a shower. We are going to Baratie." she said, folding her arms, knowing Zoro was going to complain about meeting Sanji-kun.

"Baratie?" Zoro said, his voice slightly louder than he intended it to.

"Yes Baratie, Zoro, Baratie" Nami repeated it twice for her words to reach Zoro's head.

"We will be meeting up with Luffy there as well. Have a nice dinner and drink something nice. Well, Luffy won't. But we can." she said, making drinking gestures.

Zoro liked the idea of drinking with Nami. Maybe, they could resume their ongoing bet as well. Their bet of who can withstand drinks longer was still on hold as they either tie or come out drunk at the end of it. But seeing that shit head took the fun out of it.

He turned around, wiping his forehead clean with his left arm, showing off his biceps in the process. Nami's eyes fluttered to his biceps, enjoying the view he presented her.

"Will we see nosebleed kun as well?" he asked.

She made a face, "who is nosebleed kun? Don't make fun of Sanji kun." She said slapping his chest. Just to feel how hard it was and oh, it was hard.

"Just answer the damn question." he said, removing his top in front of her. His whole body seemed to be living as Nami could see each and every muscle in his body ripple against his skin whilst he removed his t-shirt. His nipples whispered hello to her and oh god, his abs. She trailed a single sweat that dropped from his neck, which made its way between his collar bone, past his chest, crossed his abs and disappeared in his belly button

"like what you see?" He said smirking at how fixated she was with his abs.

She quickly looked up to see him smirking at her, with that stupid grin. She was not gonna let him be the only winner.

"Nope, not at all." she said turning, throwing her hair to his face in the process, and moving towards the door. Zoro closed his eyes naturally and as he opened his eyes to shout some vain remarks to Nami, all he saw was her ass and hips moving side to side towards the door. She didn't need to say anything because she knew he was already looking.

"Be ready by 5 and come over as soon as you're ready." She said before leaving the room completely.

"Oh and invite law." she said with a wink.

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Zoro was ready in 10 mins. He put on a simple white top, jeans and a simple black denim jacket. He looked over his balcony to the other side with a frown.

She is definitely still getting ready.

He went over anyways to pressure her into getting ready quicker, only to find her putting on a skirt that didn't fit. Zoro could see the plumps of skin near the waist of the skirt and her ass as she was struggling to put it on. She was wearing a pink lace thong that illuminated the pale skin underneath. His shameful eyes drank the scene in front of him; her buns juggled as she shook her ass to try to fit the skirt. Damn, that is one big ass, he thought. His hands twitched to slap her right cheek but he shook the thoughts away.

"I don't think that fits Nami." He spoke in a low husky voice.

His voice surprised her, causing her to trip over herself and lose her balance, falling face forward. As a result, her ass was high up in the air and Nami put herself on display for him. He choked on his own spit at the scene in front of her. And that thong was not helping, it practically covered nothing with her ass high up for him to see.

With a tint of blush, he turned around to give her privacy.

"What the hell Zoro!" she turned her head from the ground and was relieved when she found him facing the other way.

She got up and got rid of the skirt. The skirt was velvet and in the colour red. It was short enough to show her smooth legs and just long enough to cover the important parts. Although the skirt didn't fit her, she got it on a 80% sale and her first instinct was to buy it. It was a bargain and was the last piece after all! It's a shame it doesn't fit as it would definitely look good on her.

She was dressed casual for today and was wearing a white cami top with lace detailed front. She was going to wear that velvet skirt with it but decided to replace it with high waisted ripped jeans. She felt a bit exposed after Zoro found her in her thong trying to wear a skirt that didn't fit! So she decided to go with something that would cover her legs.

"Just so you know," she said putting one leg through her jeans, "I'm charging you for that." She said putting the other leg in.

"What the hell witch!" he complained.

"How dare you walk in here and try to see me naked. I didn't peg you to be a Sanji, Zoro." She said walking towards her makeup table to brush her hair. Sanji is a term they use as an inner joke to call men who basically, well, act like Sanji-kun.

After what seemed to be an appropriate time to Zoro, he turned around to state his dissatisfaction.

"Well, it's not my fault you're not ready yet. You're the one who told me to hurry and now you're the one who's not ready. How is it my fault that you're still getting dressed after an hour?"

"You tell me to come over and now, you tell me not to come over, make up your damn mind witch." He said with a frown.

"Zorrroooo, I'm a woman. I'm allowed to take time to look my best." She said in a haughty manner.

She stood up, happy with her hair and turned to him.

"This," she said waving at her body, "doesn't happen overnight. It takes me time to look this good."

He just scoffed. Although he wanted to disagree and say she wasn't all the hotshot she thought she was, he didn't want to make her change clothes, which is something she would do if he disagreed.

He went to sit on her bed and complained that she was slow again.

"Did you call Torao-kun?" She asked reapplying her lipstick one final time. She checked her makeup once more before spraying her setting spray.

"Yes woman, yes, I called your ride." He said with a displeased voice.

Zoro met Law as a child in a kendo club. He was 5 and Law was 10. Zoro was always working hard and stayed behind every time to train harder. He muttered about getting stronger and this piqued Trafalgar D. Water Law's interest in the little boy. Law always teased Zoro for being a little boy yet having big "goals", to which Zoro always challenged Law and they somehow ended in a draw everytime. After leaving the kendo club, Zoro was still close with Law and had been together in every stage of each other's life. Nami and Luffy met Law only after an incident that required Luffy to visit the hospital.

Luffy unfortunately amputated his pinky finger from one of his stupid antics. Nami freaked out so much that she almost fainted when she heard the pinky land on her bedroom floor with a tap. Zoro fortunately knew Law who was a medical student. Law was from a family of doctors and his dream was always to follow his father's footsteps. He would spend hours reading on human anatomy and diseases when he was a child. Law was very smart as a child and eventually skipped grades before he entered medical school.

Zoro remembered law immediately and asked him for first aid through the phone. As they both sounded so distressed over the phone, Law asked them to visit his hospital where he was working as a placement. Zoro and Nami rushed Luffy to the hospital while Luffy was wailing and sobbing about his missing finger. Law helped Luffy calm down and proceeded to ask routine questions about the incident before helping to reattach his finger with surgeons (one of them being his dad). Thankfully, it was a success due to the first aid Law provided. Law was so surprised at how Luffy severed his finger, somewhere along the line due to his interests in Luffy's case, he became Torao and Luffy's friend without his approval. All he said was "so how did you cut your finger?" And Luffy hasn't left him alone since then. Nami thinks it's because Luffy was hysteric over his cut pinky and thanked Torao for (in Luffy's term) "saving his life."

Oh but Zoro knew. He's been with Law for a very long time and they grew up together after all. Zoro knew that wasn't the reason why Law still hangs around Luffy and Nami, and sometimes without Zoro. He's seen the stolen glances and the way law looks at Nami. Law wouldn't be wasting his time to drive them to Barati if he didn't fancy her.

A car honk was heard from outside of Nami's window. Zoro didn't miss the small smile that crawled on Nami's face and wore an annoyed look on his own. Nami sprinted out to her balcony and waved at her older friend.

She turned around and said "let's go!"

Zoro followed her with heavy footsteps. But he still followed her, he was compliant every time and he didn't know why.

As they got nearer to the parked car, Law lowered his passenger window and Nami leaned in on the opened window, revealing her cleavage to the driver. Zoro grimaced, acutely aware of what she was doing. Nami smiled and whispered a sweet 'thank you'.

That's when it hit Zoro. This witch knew. She knew Law had a thing for her and was using him like a Sanji.

Law's eyes followed the top that slightly slid down as Nami leaned over and settled at the cleavage that revealed itself to him. Law smiled in response and gestured Nami to get in the car. To save Law's dignity, Zoro shoved Nami aside and got in the front seat.

"Hey, what the hell?" She asked, ticked off at Zoro's actions.

"Sit at the back." he said gesturing behind him to the back seat.

She pouted because now she would have to sit alone at the back but got in anyways as she was hungry.

Baratie was a beautiful and a fancy restaurant owned by Chef Zeff, who Sanji admires and sees as a father figure.

Upon arrival, they were greeted by a well-lit restaurant with full-length windows around the whole restaurant for natural light. At night, the bulbs that hung on the ceiling were lit in different colours - purple, red, yellow, all creating beautiful lighting during the night. The wall was painted an elegant white, which matched well with the light pink velvet carpet on the floor. In the centre of the restaurant, one could find stairs leading down to the kitchen and up for more seating.

The receptionist recognised the distinct hair colours of Sanji's friends and she didn't even have to ask them about their reservation. She welcomed them and took them straight to the table reserved for "Sanji's queen" as was directed by Sanji in the morning.

"Here are the menus."

She didn't recognise the guy with the tattoos but proceeded to ask the other two whether they would like to order the same as usual.

Nami closed her menu and sweetly smiled before nodding her head. Her usual at the Baratie was a medium steak with chips and red wine, while Zoro's was a signature bacon burger with melted cheese and chips. Law read through a couple of pages before ordering a classic carbonara with white wine. She nodded before proceeding to head towards the kitchen.

Nami was sitting across Zoro and Law was sitting in between them. Zoro saw Nami looking around and guessed she was looking for Sanji.

"Where's Luffy? I thought we were supposed to meet him here." Zoro asked Nami. Nami finally looked at Zoro, he doesn't know why but it felt like she hasn't looked his way today at all. Frankly speaking, Nami was too embarrassed to look at Zoro after the whole thong incident.

With her cheek on her palm, she responded "You'll see him soon enough! He was supposed to come with us but he said he'll already be here by the time we arrive."

Zoro munched on some garlic bread and asked, "Where's nosebleed Kun?"

"Who's nosebleed kun?" Law asked as he didn't remember anyone who was called that.

"Yes, Zoro, who is nosebleed kun?" Nami asked sarcastically, tilting her head to the side.

As if Sanji heard her, he came running with the drinks while singing "Nammmiiiii-swannnnn!"

"My love, my body has been waiting this whole day for this moment." Sanji said, skilfully twirling towards her, without dropping any of the drinks on his way.

"Ah, Sanji kun!" she said clapping her hands together.

"Here you go mademoiselle, one red wine." He said, kneeling down for her.

"Hey, where's my drink?" Law questioned, but it was completely ignored by Sanji.

"Thank you." Nami said lifting her hand gracefully and touching Sanji's cheek.

"I missed you so much." She cooed.

"I can't wait to eat the food your very hands made." she said touching his hands now.

"Namiii-swannn, I know our love was meant to be. For you, I've cooked only the finest and delicious food."

"Ahhh, but I don't have enough money to pay for the finest meals in your restaurant." She said with an act.

"And it's all free for you Nami-swan." Sanji said holding Nami's hand on his and lifting it lightly to kiss her hand.

She giggled.

"Great thank you, expected nothing less from you, Sanji-kun." She said rubbing his chin before looking at the two pairs of eyes watching her in shock.

"You're going to hell." Zoro stated.

"And you, how can you be so dumb you idiot cook."

"It's not free for you shitheads. You guys have to pay." Sanji said to the boys coming out of his love trance.

"Nami-ya, if you can't pay for it then I will pay for you. You don't need to resort to such...err…" His words died on his lips when she sent an angry look directed at him.

"No, thank you law. You guys owe me money, not the other way around. I don't mind a free meal but I don't want to owe you." She said in a pompous manner.

If this was a cartoon, Zoro's eyes would've literally come out of their sockets.

"How in the world is it any different to what you're doing to nosebleed kun?" Zoro said facepalming.

He could hear the 'ohhh, he's nosebleed kun' on the background as law finally put two and two together.

After handing out the drinks including Law's and Zoro's, Sanji lit his cigarette and looked at the tattooed man before him.

"Who the hell are you and why are you calling Nami-swan without honorifics you shithead?" He said, trying to intimidate law.

"Now now, calm down Sanji-kun. He's a friend." Nami introduced Law to Sanji and vice versa.

"By the way, Sanji-kun, do you know where Luffy is?"

"Oh, you didn't know? He's working with us to pay for his tab because he's a big eater." Sanji said taking another puff.

"Are waiters allowed to smoke here? What a terrible service this restaurant has." Law said as a little bit of jealousy stung him when he saw how close Nami was with this "nosebleed kun".

"Huhhhh, what did you say you tattooed shit head. Don't think I'll be intimidated by the word death tattooed on your dainty little fingers." Sanji said rolling his sleeves.

"Oh boy" Nami shook her head.

"He's a chef, not a waiter and yes, why are you waiting our table you idiot. Go back to the kitchen. I don't want to see your face, shitty cook." Zoro said crossing his arms.

"You asshole, you wanna fight. I'll take both of you on." Sanji said making a commotion on his restaurant, causing many customers to look his way now.

Once the customers started whispering about Nami's table, Patty, the rowdy chef in charge of Sanji, came out stomping his feet.

"What are you doing here Sanji? You should be inside the kitchen. You're making a fuss and disturbing other customers." He practically screamed at Sanji, making things only worse.

"Now come apologise." Patty pulled Sanji and apologised to others by bowing to the customers and forced his neck to bow as well.

As Sanji and Patty were apologising to everyone, a corner table got Nami's attention when both the customers started acting a little strange. Zoro, on the other hand, was watching Nami instead during the commotion and had seen the table that caught Nami's attention. Nami's attention was then taken away from said table by Luffy.

"Oiiii Namiiiiii, everyone, you guys made it." Luffy said cheerfully while waving his arms.

Nami's eyes widen in shock, "Luffy be careful, you're carrying a lot of food, it might all come ….."

Before she could finish the sentence, she heard a loud noise which now caught everyone's attention in the restaurant.

Luffy lost his balance and dropped all the plates of food he was carrying.

"Luffy you bastard, that better not be Nami-swan's food." Sanji said walking towards him.

Patty just screamed, knowing it was the wrong decision to hire Luffy as a chore boy. They were losing more money than making money!

Law was quiet as he watched the scene unfold before him. Sanji was beating Luffy and Patty was beating Sanji while Luffy just cried and said "shumimashe". But if it is one thing Law knows about Luffy, it is that wherever Luffy goes, trouble always seem to follow him.

Nami sighed. Great, yet another perfect day, well night, wasted. She thought.

She moaned as she got up from her seat, she was tired of the same shit happening each time they went out together. Before she could walk away, Zoro's question stopped Nami on her tracks.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"For fresh air and away from these idiots." She said pointing at the two chefs and Luffy who was also beginning to fight back after shouting "I didn't want to work as well." on the top of his lungs.

Oh but Zoro knew. He knew where she was going, he had watched her the whole day after all.

He watched her as she walked past the trio, who were still arguing about the wasted food, and saw the path she was taking. She was planning to go towards the back door, which leads to Baratie's beautiful garden where one could enjoy food and nature together. But the table that caught her eye earlier was on her way as well.

That clever witch.

She walked towards the back door, her waist moving from left to right and then finally stopped when she was next to the table in question. He watched her as she turned her head towards the table, as if someone called her name and saw the smile that creeped on her face. As soon as she looked at the table, the two people visibly jumped and looked towards the window, avoiding Nami's gaze. To their dismay, Nami started walking towards their table.

Zoro chuckled and Law made a mental note never to go anywhere with these psychos. Two were still arguing in front of him, his food all spilled on the floor, and his friend was laughing at the sight like a psycho. Psychos, they're all psychos!

Zoro got up to follow Nami. He started to become extremely curious and wanted to know who Nami found sitting at the table.

"Well, well, well." Nami said hand on her hip.

"Isn't this a beautiful surprise." She said looking at the couple in front of her, their date apparently interrupted.

In front of her sat the student counselor, Nico Robin and Zoro's home room teacher, Cutty Flam, also known as Franky. Franky was hiding behind the menu while Robin nervously laughed.

Zoro's jaw dropped as soon as he caught up to Nami. "Franky, what the hell are you doing here and why are you with herrr!?"

Although Franky was a teacher and should have authority over his students, he often behaved like his students and was seen as a friend rather than a teacher by his pupil. He was always seen hanging around his students and giving life lessons to kids in school.

"So what is this, a first date or perhaps, a proposal?" Nami asked, walking towards the table, trying to work out whether this was a serious relationship.

Robin finally processed all the information and her brain switched on. She picked up her wine slowly and brought it to her lips. She was thinking of numerous ways to play this and was planning her next move. She finally smiled and held Franky's hand that was on the table.

"Yes, we are on a date," She smiled, "aren't you both as well?" She asked softly, her smile provoking Nami further.

Robin knew how gutless Nami was when it came to Zoro. Robin knew Nami could charm the whole world, yet she could not charm Zoro, with whom she's spent all her life with. Zoro was the only man that didn't fall under her spell and it ticked off Nami to her bones. Robin knew that and while Nami waits to make her move, Robin already made hers and was proudly showing off her results to Nami.

Nami frowned, recalling their first meeting. This was Robin's win.*

Nami also reached out to grab Zoro's hands before responding, "Whatever we do is none of your business." Nami did not want to disclose any information and give Robin the satisfaction of knowing whether they were going out or not.

"Let's go Zoro." Nami demanded and walked the other way, back to their table. Zoro didn't have much of a choice as she was still grasping his hand and pulled him towards her.

"Hey, where are you going? I thought you wanted fresh air!" Zoro asked while following Nami.

Nami turned around to face him. She was exhausted; she just got defeated in the battle of wits with Robin and she was hungry! She was hungry and all she wanted to do was eat and drink. She looked at Luffy who was now planning on quitting the job as a chore boy. She wanted to get away, away from all the drama and just eat, something, anything. Just as she was about to suggest going elsewhere for food, as if Zoro read her mind, Zoro asked Nami, "Wanna ditch them and go to a bar for food and drinks?"

Nami has never been happier.

"But what about Law?"

"Screw him, he'll find his way back."

Nami was happy, extremely happy with where she was with Zoro. They are good friends and understand each other well. Sure, they argue from time to time but he (yes, I said he) will always compromise for her and isn't that what a relationship is all about. She has it all and she didn't want to lose what she has with what she could have. She would rather have him near her as a friend than lose him forever. So asking him out can wait just a little longer.

"Okay."

This time, it was his turn to pull her towards the exit of the restaurant. It was going to be just him and her, just the way it should be. And the rest can starve to death, for all Zoro cares.

"Zoro, that's the wrong way!"

"Damn, it!"

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* Reference to chapter 6.

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