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Ooh! How about Yandere Perseus who falls in love with a Medusa!Reader who actually means no harm but is often hunted down by other warriors and he decides to protect her from future warriors trying to harm her?

Normally, he can’t look into her eyes, but I headcannon the stone petrification won’t work unless the snakes are active or if the reader is in a fight or flight response to activate her stare and makes her eyes glow (She has slit eyes when normal but they glow a bright yellow when turning enemies into stone).

Now being a monster who’s scorned/feared by everyone around them, the reader is gonna be hella touch starved and believes that Perseus’ Yandere tendencies are normal and she’s okay with it, so she never feels the need to use her stone stare but she does tend to her snakes from time to time and lets him pet them. Plus he often cuddles her, brings her very expensive gifts, and just keeps her safe.

Yandere Perseus x Medusa reader

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Okay okay, so I'm imagining that Perseus is sent on a mission to slay our girl Medusa. Perseus goes to her cave to kill her but finds the beautiful woman singing lullabies to little girls. Perseus hides behind the large group of statues and observes you playing with the little girls, splashing water at them from the pond. Perseus felt betrayed as he looked at you; you were nothing like the elders had described you- cold blooded, cruel, savage, brutal, monster, certainly not a monster. Sure, you had a head full of snakes for hair, but you weren't a monster. Would a monster splash her feet around in the koi pond and tickle the little girl? Would a monster cut up fruits and feed it to the children? Perhaps if the young ones were her own offspring, but they didn't look like you and when you told them to go home now, you further confirmed his theory.

As the children left, you walked towards the pond and began pulling your robe open. The moment you dropped it on the floor, standing stark naked in all your glory, a gasp left Perseus's mouth- he had never seen someone so beautiful.

But the sound startled you, and you immediately turned around and asked "Who's there?" Of course, Perseus ducked when you looked in his direction, he had been warned about your eyes, how they'd turn anyone who looked into them into stone. "You either leave right now, or I will hunt you and I will kill you."

Perseus smiled from behind the rocks. "You sound better when you sing." The demigod could hear you scoff and look for him, and he quickly pulled out his handkerchief and tied it around his eyes. "I'm not here to hurt you." Perseus walked from behind the statues. He could hear you walking- you were near. "I wouldn't worry about that. If you leave right now, you live to see another day. In fact, why don't you go down to the village and tell them that you killed the beast Medusa? Go and boast about that."

Perseus dropped his sword and raised his hands in surrender. "I promise you- I'm not here to kill you." You stopped moving. "You promise?"

Perseus nodded, thinking he finally got through to you. But then you laughed, and even though he knew you were mocking him, he was still mesmerised by your voice. "Promise of a man mean nothing to me! You're all a bunch of liars. You come in here, armed with a sword, invade my privacy, peek at my nude body and claim you're not here to hurt me?" Perseus dodged the punch you threw at him. "Tell me, boy. What are you here for then?" He again dodged the punch you threw at him, but due to the veil on his eyes, he stepped back a bit too far and fell, accidentally pushing the stone sculptures down, breaking them.

"I admit, I was sent here to kill you but-" He rolled away when you tried to kick him, "-but! I saw the villagers had lied! I was sent here to kill a monster, but I see no monster. Oh-!" You had got him this time, holding him by the throat, squeezing it.

You got on top of him, your legs on either side of his waist as you continued to strangle him. "Stop- I- I don't want to hurt y-you-!" Perseus tried to speak but you squeezed his neck harder. With one hand, you suddenly ripped off the handkerchief from his eyes, and Perseus instinctively closed his eyes.

"I gave you a chance to run away. I tried to be merciful. Now you will either open your eyes and turn into stone, or I will break your neck and you will die. I suggest choosing the first option- its hard work to dispose off a body." Perseus struggled for both air and the urge to open his eyes. Suddenly, his hand gripped something. "I- choose neither!" In a flash, Perseus grabbed a stone from the rubble and smashed it against your head, making you cry out in pain before you lost consciousness, falling right onto the demigod's chest.

After a couple of minutes, when Perseus had finally caught his breath, he called out your name. "Medusa?" But you were still knocked out. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around. To his surprise, you were still lying on top of him, and that too nude.

Had you... attacked him naked?

Perseus chuckled. You really were something else. But you were still nude, and Perseus was nothing but a gentleman. So, he bravely took a look at your unconscious face (and he noted how your snakes were also knocked out), before turning you over. His eyes immediately went to the blood dripping from where he had hit you. Tutting, he looked around and saw your robe. He brought it back and covered your body with it. Then, he lifted your body into his muscular arms and carried you to the little pond in the cave. Setting you in his lap, your head resting in the crook of his arm, he dipped his handkerchief in the water and cleaned your wound.

Perseus smiled. Here he was sent to slay a monster, and found a beauty instead. The more he looked at you, the more he fell in love. Your soft petal lips that he just wants to smash his lips against. Your soft, supple skin that he wants to sink his teeth in and listen your euphonious voice sing his hymns. And for some reason, he wants to run his hand through your snakes, they just looked so cute. But like I said, Perseus is a gentleman.

When you finally gained consciousness, you were not expecting to find a man staring at you. "Oh-!" He immediately closed his eyes when he saw you had woken up. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare!" Your breath hitched when you realised it was the same creep from before. Without hesitating, you punched him again, but even with his eyes closed, Perseus caught your wrist. "This again? You're gonna end up hurting yourself again, Medusa."

You yanked back your wrist, and he held up his hands in surrender again. He hadn't killed you yet. So, what was he still doing here? You suddenly looked down and remembered you had been naked before, and not clothed like now. As if sensing your fear, Perseus spoke again. "Hey, don't worry! I didn't touch you or anything. I just put the robe back on and was cleaning your wound- sorry about that- when you woke up! I swear, I didn't do anything unbecoming of a man!"

He had seen you naked... but you didn't feel him do anything foul to you. But he had seen you naked.

Blinking away the tears, you pulled the robe tighter around you. "What. Do. You. Want?" You sniffled.

Hearing your little sniffle pained his heart, and he reached out a hand to caress your cheek. Too busy crying to notice him, you flinched when his hand touched your cheek. "Don't cry... is your head still hurting? I'm really sorry." His hands, they were rough, calloused and...warm, made you lean into it. "Its okay. You're okay." When his thumb began to rub circles over your cheek, you couldn't help but sigh-

Wait.

You jerked away, looking at him with shock. What the hell was that?! Why were you leaning into his hand?

You shook your head. "I asked you what do you want from me! If you're not here to kill me, then what are your intentions?!"

Perseus sighed. "Look, my name's Perseus. I was sent here to slay you. But I don't think there's any need for that. The elders sent me here because they said that you were a child killer! But I saw the way you were playing with those girls before... you know, when you were singing-"

"Get to the point."

He ran a hand through his hair. "Right. It's just that, I think people have made you out to be this big bad monster that you're not. And I know the villagers would never accept you as long as you have those... snakes on your head." He bit his lip before continuing. "I was tasked to come back with your head. But since I have no intention of killing you, I'll go back and say that I changed my mind- got scared when I reached the cave."

You crossed your arms. "I told you to leave before. Why did you waste my time if you were gonna leave anyways?"

Perseus smiled. "Yes, but you see... if I don't return with your head, that means you're still alive. And then they will send someone else to kill you. I fear, that one day, someone might finally end up doing that. And I don't want."

You rolled your eyes. "You don't need to worry about me. You've seen the fate of those before you. I can handle myself."

"I'm sure you can. But I could've killed you today. So what guarantee do you have that the next guy they send won't be able to do the same? Hm?"

"Then I'll die fighting."

The thought of you dying didn't sit well with Perseus.

"No. I won't let you die. Not like this. Not like some monster that they paint you to be."His tone was heavy.

"And why do you care so much?!"You finally shrieked.

The both of you sat in silence for a couple of moments. "I... I'm not sure. Perhaps I feel you've been treated unfairly. And not just by the villagers. By someone else too."

Your eyes widened. "Just... just leave. Leave me alone." You stood up and were about to leave when Perseus caught your wrist.

"I- How about this? You let me protect you from any man they send to kill you, and if I defeat him, I'll have my peace of mind. If I die, then you get rid of me." You scoffed and yanked your wrist back. "So you endanger yourself for "peace of mind"? Please, I've heard better lies from kids."

"Then what do you have to offer?"

"Nothing. I don't want your protection."

"Hmm, you do. Oh! How about a proposition? I protect you, and in return, you sing for me."

"No."

"Medusaaa!" Perseus whined. "You're being unreasonable."

"And you're being a pest. Now leave." You were getting a headache from this man-child. If only he wasn't so strong, you would've turned him into stone already.

"Please, I won't leave this cave until you agree!" Perseys tried to reach for your hand again, but you smacked it away.

"God! Can you be anymore insufferable?!"

Perseus looked at you sadly, before breaking out in a grin. "Yes. So please agree with me." When you begin to walk away, he started again. "Medusaaa-"

"Shut up! Fine! I agree to your nonsense! Do whatever you want! I don't care if you die or live!"

"Thank you!" Perseus's smile was too bright for you and you turned to go to your bed. Man-child.

"Oh...um Medusa?"

"What now!" You yelled at him, turning back to look at Perseus scratching his head.

"Um... could you walk me out to the cave entrance? You see, my eyes are covered-"

"LEAVE!"

Perseus ran, not wanting to anger you further. He'll figure his way out... maybe.

There may be a part 2. Maybe.

Anyways, thoughts?

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All an Act (Part 2)

Genre(s): romance, slow burn, angst, drama, little smut

Pairing: Ji Chang Wook x OC black female

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Aliah is a new foreign actress in South Korea who just got her first big break as a lead actress in a drama. Her co-lead is the ever amazing Ji Chang Wook whom she has always had a silly little crush on.

What is this woman doing to me? I never thought she would be bold enough to invite me in. But then again...I’ve watched the way she charms everyone around her. But this was different from her usual innocent and genuine charms. This was a woman, no, a predator on the hunt. The way she was watching me tonight made my body hot. The way she was wrapped around me on the bike ride made it hard to concentrate, it’s a wonder we made it home alive. She was so warm and soft yet firm. She was unsure when I first asked her to eat with me, hesitant but as the night went on she was back to her usual confident self. It makes me happy to know she isn’t acting when off-screen. Her reactions are too pure and honest. She shows all her emotions in her eyes so it was easy to tell what she meant when she said ‘I think you already know who he is’. I wanted to be wrong but she made it so obvious from the first moment we met that she found me attractive. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I was not attracted to her as well.

The first time I laid eyes on Aliah was during the casting. I was already picked to be the lead and there were a few actresses for the role of my co-lead. We were going over lines to see if the chemistry would be there (the director is a little eccentric) when she literally breezed into the room. She had everyone’s attention and the director thought she was perfect. He yelled for her to recite a specific line from the script and she did not miss a beat. Falling right into the character of the foreigner looking lost and confused and meeting my character for the first time she aced his test. Her acting was so believable I almost forgot we were acting and we had an audience. From then on it was history.

Every scene was perfect, the chemistry she had with the crew from the beginning was incredible. Everyone liked her, loved her really. She was warm, inviting, curious, excitable and so very beautiful. Different but so beautiful. The way her hair and skin seemed to glow in the sunlight was enchanting. But the thing I loved most about her was her smile. She gave it freely to anyone who would take it and then even to those who didn’t. No one could resist her smile myself included. I would give everything to see her smile just once a day. What sealed the deal for me was when she talked to my mother for the first time. It was like something clicked into place and I knew exactly what I needed to complete my life and it was her.

The kisses we shared today were not just acting. If I was doubtful before about how she feels those kisses chased all doubt away. The way she embraced me almost made me cry. She tasted so sweet and caressed me like she knew my darkest secrets and was okay with each one of them. I wanted to get lost inside her, inside her soul. When we separated I forgot who I was for a moment, where I was. All I wanted to do was pull her back to me and kiss her senseless.

Tonight she invited me not just inside her apartment but inside her heart. It was a test and I hope to God I passed.

Shooting goes well the next day, the same as always. Wook is the vision of perfect professionalism while I feel like I am going to explode. Everything he does distracts me. When we aren’t acting I don’t know what to do. I swear the man is doing certain things on purpose. He seems to be brushing up against me every chance he gets, little touches that linger, leaving my body warm.

The end of shooting comes slower than I would like and by this time I am a tightly wound ball of nerves. I am about to leave when he stops me at my car.

“Aliah. Would you like to come with me this weekend to meet my mother?” the question was so out of pocket I can do nothing but stare at him.

“Becky!” she quickly checks my schedule and says she is able to move some things around.

“Okay then. I will come by and pick you up around nine AM tomorrow. Is that okay?” I nod to him and the smile he gives me almost breaks my heart. I want him so terribly it hurts.

Unable to sleep I journal the events of the day and the thoughts I had about him throughout the day. Most were not pure and I find myself worked up once again. Finding a video of him exercising on YouTube I slip my hand into my panties and touch myself to the sounds of his grunts. I desperately wish it was his hand on me and his mouth. I imagine him licking me and torturing me slowly. The image is too much for me and I explode around my own fingers. The ringing of my cellphone jumps me and I fumble to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Aliah?” Oh, shoot! It’s him!

“Hey, Wookie. What’s up?” I try to sound as normal as possible.

“Are you alright? You sound out of breath.”

“I was just exercising before bed.” I lie through my teeth and hope he buys it.

“Oh, nice. I just- I just wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed. I hope that’s okay.”

My heart does a backflip and my brain short circuits.

“Yes. Of course, that’s fine.” I hear him sigh audibly like he was expecting me to say no.

We spend the rest of the evening chatting about nothing and everything until I finally fall asleep to the sound of his voice quietly speaking to me.

Morning comes and I wake up to Chang Wook’s face. I remember we switched the call to video chat at some point in the night not too long before I fell asleep. He looks so soft and peaceful. My heart flutters as I study his face, committing his features to memory. Something clicks inside me and I realise I may be in love with this man. I start to panic a little at this revelation because I have never been in love and have not the first clue as to what being in love with someone means or looks like. All I know is I want him with me at all times and I would do anything to protect his smile. I watch him for the next twenty minutes then fall back asleep. I am woken up by him singing. He is in the process of putting a white shirt on, his hair damp from a shower I’m assuming. He has on nice fitting dark wash jeans to contrast his shirt. I can’t help but admire the way his muscles slide under his skin is very enticing. Knowing exactly how those muscles feel and move under my fingertips starts a heartbeat between my legs.

He chooses this exact moment to look over at me. The smile that lights up his face doesn’t help my current situation.

“Good morning Sleepy.” he greets me warmly and if I was lighter I would be red.

Rubbing sleep out of my eyes I stretch as I sit up and remove my blankets.

“Morning. What time is it?” moving around my room I lay out my outfit for today, simple dark wash high waisted jeans with artful rips in the knees and a white loose tank top.

“It’s just after 8 o’clock.”

Cursing under my breath I run to the bathroom to quickly shower. I have just under an hour before he arrives at my door. From the looks of it, he is on his way out the door. Knowing him he will be exactly on time. I hurriedly tell him I will be right back and he says okay as he picks his duffel bag up and heads for the door. Taking this chance I quickly shower then get dressed before he arrives.

She is cute in the morning. Seeing her wake up and watching her fall asleep last night was a blessing. She looked so peaceful as she fell asleep mid-sentence early this morning. I couldn’t help myself and took a screenshot of her sleeping form. The bright orange snow cap she wore to bed and the fluffy blankets engulfing everything but her nose and eyes. I don’t remember falling asleep but I remember watching her then waking up to her still asleep. At that moment my heart yearned for her to really be laying next to me so I can pull her closer and just hold her.

When she rose out of bed and threw the blankets off herself I froze. I have never seen her body so revealed before and it surprised me. When I would hold her or hug her she always felt more solid and thicker than she looked. When we did scenes where I had to lift her it always surprised me how much heavier she actually was, I had to make a conscious effort to hold her. This made me want to get stronger so I would be able to hold her with ease.

The outfit she has on is completely revealing, a red cropped tank top with a black dragon on it and matching black shorts with red seams that barely seemed to fit her. Her waist looked so small and well proportioned with her hips and thighs. Her legs being the fullest part of her body and truthfully my favourite body part of hers that wasn’t her eyes. After holding them and having them straddle me I wanted more. I thought I was going to explode when she hurriedly walked past the camera and I caught a glimpse of her ass. Composing myself I gather my things to leave for her place.

The drive over to her place is uneventful and peaceful. I catch a glimpse of something flying past the camera and look harder. She comes into focus and I all but swerve off the road as she drops the towel from her body. I think she forgot I am on the phone still, I know I should end the call but I can’t bring myself to as I watch her rub lotion into her skin. Her hair falling about her in the most sensual way, like snakes caressing each one of her curves. She pauses to tie the locs up away from her body. She turns so her back is facing me and I feel my dick jump in my pants as she slips her panties up her legs. Her waist looks so small at this angle and her skin glows brightly. The heavy intimacy of the moment weighs on me and I want her to turn around to look at me so desperately. She clips her bra on then disappears towards what I assume is the bathroom. I take this moment to come to my senses and end the call. How I didn’t crash in that space of time I will never know.

Pulling up to her building I exit and make my way up to her apartment. I ring her doorbell and wait while trying to banish the images of her naked body from my mind. She doesn’t give me a chance to because she answers the door with half her shirt on.

“Hey! Give me like two minutes to gather my stuff. Come in.”

She leaves the door open for me then disappears into her house. I follow in the direction she went, taking my shoes off. I enter the living and kitchen area to find her manager eating at the table. I greet her with a bow and a good morning then take in the decor of the apartment. It is all warm colours like what remind me of the sun and summertime, the perfect season to describe her personality. I feel very calm here.

“Okay. I’m ready to go!” she blows by her manager barely pausing to give her a kiss and a hug goodbye.

Before I know what happened we are seated in my car and I am pulling off. She seems excited right now making me smile.

“Why are you so excited?” I ask.

“This is my first trip since I started working. I have only ever been around Seoul.” this shocks me and I make a note to take her to other places in the country.

I stop to pick up our breakfast and lunch from the place I ordered it. She eats the food with so much enthusiasm that it makes me full, but she has other plans. She feeds me in between feeding herself as I drive. Telling me to focus on the road, which is near impossible with her scent filling up the car alone, let alone her fingers constantly brushing my lips. I can’t help myself when she puts a bite to my mouth. I make sure to close my lips around her fingers and look at her. She watches my movement and I swear if her skin was fair she would be redder than a tomato. I watch her swallow heavily and mentally praise myself that I can affect her so easily. It’s comforting to know I’m not the only one a mess when I am around her. The atmosphere in the car changes noticeably so she turns the radio on. I chuckle to myself at her nervousness. The bold hunter from before is nowhere to be seen, I find this side of her rather cute.

A popular idol group song comes on and she sings it with all her heart, her voice is untrained but in a good way. Husky, deep and loud. As she sings I find myself watching her and like a scene from one of my dramas time slows and sparkles appear around her. I can hear my heart in my ears and it becomes hard to breathe, she looks over at me with the brightest smile on her face causing my heart to stutter. This is what love feels like? I want to protect that smile, I want to be the reason for that smile, I want...her. My phone rings interrupting her music and my moment. It’s my manager and best friend Bang Chi Gu.

“Aye, Wook you forgot the gift you got for-”

“Chingu! Hi!” Aliah interrupts him mid-sentence. She leans over the center console to hear his response so I turn on the car Bluetooth so she can talk to him also.

“Oh. Hi Lil Bunny. You are with Wook already?”

“Yupp, we are driving right now.”

The relationship between her and Chi Gu always makes me laugh. She turns into a little girl and he is super protective of her. He thinks of her as a little sister. The first time they met she thought his name was Chingu and the nickname has stuck ever since. He called her a bunny because the way her nose would scrunch up when she laughed or saw something she disliked.

“Ah, okie. Have fun kiddo.”

“Aye aye captain!”

“Weirdo... Chang Wook, I was telling you you forgot that one gift.” I don’t understand what he is saying at first then it clicks and I curse under my breath.

“It’s fine I can give it to them when I get back.”

“You sure?” he asked sounding really skeptical.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

After talking with Aliah for a few more minutes he hangs up. The rest of the drive is fairly calm minus Aliah’s singing and dancing. When she tires of this she pulls out a book then closes it almost immediately. She takes out a little vlogging camera and asks me if it would be alright if she films a little for her channel. I agree, I subscribe to her channel finding myself enjoying her rather wholesome content. Setting the camera up she pulls the book back out and begins reading. After some time she changes the angle to film out the window then out the windshield then she turns it at me and begins asking me questions.

“So Wookie, where are we going?”

I decide to play along, I’ll ask her later to edit this part out. As much as I would love to be in her video and let the whole world know we are close I can’t. I have avoided scandals my entire acting career which has been beneficial not only for me but my co-stars. I would be devastated if any of them let alone Aliah get hate for getting caught up in dating rumours. I know she is already going to get quite a bit of hate because she is the lead for this drama. She worries that the rating won’t be great, that she will taint my reputation. I heard her talking with her manager one day, it broke my heart to hear her say these things and doubt herself. I do my best to speak only positively about her when in interviews, not that it is hard to do. She is an incredible actress and genuinely one of the kindest people I have ever met.

After her questions, she assures me I won’t be in the video at all before I can even tell her. My heart breaks a little but I am relieved she knows the ins and outs of celebrity life here. It’s not too long before we reach Anyang, my hometown. Her earlier excitement returns. I explain majour attractions to her and answer the rapid-fire questions she throws at me as best I can. In her jubilance, she mixes Korean and English, her slight lisp becoming more apparent. I sneak a picture of her with her face pressed to the glass and peering out the windshield.

We reach my childhood home and Aliah is all but dragged out of the car by my mother.

“Ah! My daughter, finally you come to visit me!” my mother smothers her in a hug which Aliah returns with more exuberance, picking my mother up and twirling around with her.

Shaking my head I gather our bags while the two of them disappear into the house. You would swear I am not the only child of this woman at this moment. In the house my mother is talking a mile a minute to Aliah while she finishes dinner, Aliah is right next to her already helping with the last bit of ingredients and mixing. The scene hits home for me almost drawing tears from my eyes. My mother has always wanted more children after me but when we lost my father it broke her heart and she could never find it in her to remarry. She loved my father with everything she had. I want that. I want to love one person with my whole being for my entire life and be loved endlessly by that person. Never have I before thought I would find a person like that. Nam Ji Hyun was the closest I ever got but she didn’t feel the same. To see my mother so happily accept her into the folds of our little duo almost like she was waiting just for her was too much for me to process. I escape by telling them I’m going to put our bags in the bedroom. My mother shoos me away and Aliah gives me a brief smile before going back to tending to whatever was in the pot she was dumping ingredients into.

Mama Ji is the most excitable older woman I have met in my two years of living in South Korea and one of the most accepting too. When Ji Chang Wook called me over one day while we were taking a break from the heat while filming I was confused until he gave me his phone and the image of a smiling middle-aged woman appeared. She talked my ear off for the next half hour until we were called to continue filming. From that point on any time she would call she would ask for me to the point Wook just gave her my number and Kakao. We chatted frequently. I broke down one day and cried on a video call to her about my problems worrying I would be bringing down Chang Wook’s reputation and I told her how I missed my mom and dad and brothers. The next day she found her way onto our set with homemade Caribbean food including macaroni pie for me. When I smelt the food I broke character and went searching for the source of the smell. When I saw her there with the food I dropped to my knees in front of her and bowed to her with my face to the floor. She dropped down next to me and cried with me not caring what anyone thought of us. She drew me into her lap and let me bawl my eyes out warding off anyone who tried to interrupt.

That day was the day everyone on set attitude changed drastically towards me. I found out later that it wasn’t just Ji Chang Wook’s mom keeping people away from me but Ji Chang Wook himself. He told everyone of the hardships I was going through and asked them all to let me have this one day to myself. When I was spent crying Mama Ji warmed up my food and sat on the floor with me while I ate. It was nowhere near what my mother’s food was but the sentiment alone was enough to make it the most delicious food I had ever had since coming to Korea. She played with my hair while I finished up eating and held my hand as I got my makeup redone. She stayed the whole day then spent the night with me in my apartment. I woke up to an American breakfast and a kiss. Her and Rebecca clicked also. From then on I learned to rely on Mama Ji and she spoiled me.

“So my daughter...have you told him?” she pins me with a wide-eyed stare.

“Kind of.” I caved one day and told her how I feel about her son and she was one hundred percent about it.

“What do you mean?”

“Well he took me to dinner one night and we talked and he asked if I had a boyfriend or anyone I liked and I told him no and then I implied that the person I liked was him and then when we were done with dinner I asked if he wanted to come in my apartment and I have no idea why I asked that cause you know it’s not like we would have or could have done anything cause I have never been with a man and am intent on waiting until marriage but anyways he declined, kissed my hand then left.” I vomit my story out at the speed of light then wait for her response.

“Ah. I see.” is all she says.

“You see? You see what?” I panic a little at her crypticness.

“The both of you are just circling each other like a couple of cornered tigers.”

“Well, what do you suggest I do?"

“Kiss him. Take the lead and kiss him. My son is not shy but he isn’t quite as outgoing as you. And his dating history is rather short, at least that I know of.”

I mull over what she said as we begin setting the table for dinner. What if I read him all wrong and he really doesn’t like me? But, wait. His mother is implying she knows for a fact that he feels some type of way about me. Okie, then I’ll just go for it! But, wait! I haven’t kissed anyone outside of acting for a really long time. To be honest I have only kissed him in the past like four years. Wait, Aliah you are stupid. You already kissed him multiple times and it wasn’t so bad or awkward. But we were acting, real life is different. STOP! Just stop overthinking and just let it happen.

Dinner was pleasant and warm. Mama Ji made sure the table was filled with laughs and lots of stories about baby Wookie. I ate up each and every one.

After dinner Wook and I cleaned the kitchen letting Mama Ji wash up first. Wook suggested we go for a walk before we wash up.

#ji chang wook #blackwriter #blackoc #angst #ambw #smut

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King of hearts

Genre: smut, fluff and a little angst, the holy trinity Words: 19,4k Prompt: fuckbuddy Yukhei x female reader feat best friend Jaehyun Warnings: smoking, oral (f and m receiving), general smut, squirting, sexting, alcohol, JohnTen, face fucking

A/N: Holy freaking shit, this beast took me over 2 months to finish but here it is! This was nowhere near supposed to be this length but things happened. Inspiration was basically me being stupid and thinking that Yukhei smoking was kind of hot… Also please never forget WayV as princesses. Very special thanks to @burtonized. I love you Jo, thank you for listening to me whine for 2 months about this and reassuring me too keep going and giving me advice when I was stuck 🖤 Don’t mind me writing JohnTen into EVERY SINGLE ONE of my fics that’s not about Johnny.

Taglist: @kkakkdugi, @pyo1x, @ncteaxhoe

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Best friends brother!Johnny

Warnings: voyeurism, jerking off, blonde johnny bc yes this is a fair and just warning, spitting, inexperienced (of age) reader, finger fucking, teary eyed orgasm

You know it’s wrong, on so many levels. You should retreat back to the room, should leave him to do whatever it is he’s doing. But it’s as if he did it on purpose, cracking his door open after hearing your footsteps and rummaging downstairs as you fixed yourself a glass of water.

It had been closed when you passed previously, warm light illuminated underneath the door, from somewhere inside his room.

There’s always been a…tension, for lack of better term, between the two of you for about two years now. It’s incredibly hard to not seem so obvious around him, with his plush pink lips and tall, lithe frame. He’d purposely make eye contact with you during dinners or movies, just to watch you squirm and look away, cheeks hot.

Its not fair, he carries a tangible aura around him, the type that makes your belly warm and heat spread throughout your inner thighs. Maybe it’s a crush, or simply just you, being irrationally attracted to a man who’s pretty and definitely has big dick energy.

But still, you can’t ignore the voice of reason that echoes in the back of your head as you fight the urge to sneak a peek, having heard soft, but purposeful expletives in a low voice that could only be his.

It’s not even necessarily panick that you feel, inching closer and closer on the tips of your toes, your brain filled with vivid, fever inducing images of what he could possible be doing, even if it’s already blatantly obvious.

A part of you wants to rationalize, but the other half has not even a hint of doubt that he’s doing it on purpose, a cruel punishment of some sort.

Tonight he’d caught you staring a bit too hard, a bit too shamelessly. Your bestfriend and their parents were engrossed in a coversation after dinner, you and Johnny on opposite ends of the long grey couch.

He was wearing a black tee that fit snug around his biceps in an unmissable way, slim grey sweats on his bottom half that allowed his thick thighs, among other things, to be seen clear as day when he sat down.

As always, your gaze gravitated towards him like a magnet, pupils wide as you divulged in raking over his entire figure. From his tousled, and recently dyed golden hair, to his elegant yet sharp profile, and then lower. And lower. You were confident enough that everyone else was too distracted to notice, that he too was engrossed in the conversation being had.

But then you felt it, his eyes, burning holes into you. This time, when you met eachothers stare from where you were sat, something deranged and idiotic inside of you decided that you wouldn’t look away this time, that if he wanted to play this game with you as he seemingly had been for the past couple years, that you’d play along too.

Something about it felt oddly safe, like, what? Your bestfriends older brother is going to rat you out and tell everyone that you’re staring at him? Not likely.

So, you glanced from his lips and then back to his hooded eyes, something inside of him whirring at the small but obvious notion.

To your surprise, he was the first one to break. You had almost gasped, as if the whole time you’d been in a trance and forgotten where you were, who he really is. He cleared his throat, running his slim fingers through the front of his hair before standing, quickly.

“Feeling tired, gonna go to bed early.”

He’d stated, politely yet in a manner that felt all too unusual in comparison to his usually steady, confident tone. No one else seemed to notice, but you definitely did. You felt stupid, staring at his broad back as he trotted to his room.

Once he was at the top of the staircase, you could have sworn he threw you a glance over his shoulder.

He didn’t leave the room after that, and now here you are, being severely unhinged and deciding that it’s a good idea to listen closely, and eagerly, to the pants coming from behind his door.

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All An Act (part one)

Genre(s): romance, slow burn, angst, drama

Pairing: Ji Chang Wook x OC black female

Word Count: 3.2k

[a/n]: I am not the best with summaries so please read and let me know what you think. (you can leave summary ideas also I don’t mind). The overwhelming lack of black writers and black characters in fanfics on this app is wild to me so I will only be writing from the angle of a black reader, if ya don’t like it I am 100% sure you can find plenty of stories to cater to your demographic here. All feedback is welcome! Hope you all are have a blessed day or night (depending on where you are from)!

“Okay Aliah, we are going to go over the kiss scene now.”

I feel my palms start to sweat and feel for one of my coping skills but find none because of the wardrobe. I start flicking my nails against each other to placate the need to chew on them.

“Hey. There is no need to be so nervous. I got you.” his hands engulf my face and my heart rate picks up without my permission. This is not helping at all. I want him away from me, I need him away from me. I won’t be able to breathe if he is so close. I can’t think.

The director yells action and I lose all my anxiety.

He looks into my eyes willing me to understand what he is trying to convey. My eyes close on their own. The kiss was shy at first like how we discussed at the meeting then something snaps and we both seem to forget about acting. The way he pulls me to him makes me think he wants more so I give him more. I open my mouth to him and he happily dives in. His hands slide down my back and come to rest on my hips, pulling me flush against him. He is hard. I rub against him a little then pull away when a soft groan leaves his lips. I barely remember my next lines and everyone can see his internal struggle to remember his lines.

He recites his lines perfectly after covering up his slip up by pretending he is short of breath, genius really. This is why he is one of the best actors in Korea and I aspire to be like him.

The director yells cut and we both snap out of our stupor. I feel my face, willing it to cool down I remove myself from the set to catch my breath and process what just happened. I kissed Ji Chang Wook. The Ji Chang Wook. My hand finds its way to my lips of its own volition. Touching where his lips once laid. My makeup artist comes to touch up my makeup snapping me back to reality.

“Hey. Calm down. It was just a kiss kiddo.” she rubs my arms lovingly.

“I know.”

“But?”

“But...it’s Ji Chang Wook. I have been a fan of his for years now and this all just seems so surreal.” I spread my legs to make it easier for her to reach my face. She is a tiny little thing, barely reaching my shoulder.

“I understand that but you have to focus.”

“Was it really that bad?”

“No, but I could tell you weren’t just acting because I am constantly in your face.” she looks me dead in my eyes, challenging me to say she is wrong. I can’t do anything but look away and blush.

The director calls us back for a few more takes of the scene, I can do nothing but try to still my heart for the rest of the evening. It seems like forever before the shooting is finally done and my lips, I know are completely swollen and raw from the intensity of the kisses. The director had us try at least fifteen different kisses from different angles. With each one Chang Wook was patient and gentle, always talking to me before and after and making sure to hold me gently in between. I couldn’t help but feel special.

I’m not so dense that I would think he would catch feelings from a couple of kisses and touches. Packing my stuff up at the end of the shoot I try my best to keep the events of the day out of my mind. I don’t want to dream about him, tonight, I have managed not to so far and we have been filming for three months so far. Tonight is different though. I know I am going to, my emotions are too high and I was far too sensitive to his touches all day. The way his hands gripped my face each time like I was made of glass. The way he gazed into my eyes as if he was asking permission each time. As if he was trying to tell me something other than what the script was saying. The way his lips would brush against mine before claiming mine. The way it seemed like he was trying to brand the shape of his mouth onto mine. Wanting me to only know his lips, his shape, the feel of him, the taste.

I feel something cool touch the back of my neck making me jump and turn to face it. It is him. Standing there jacket and jeans on with a smile on his face, looking like the most perfect boyfriend.

“Hey, you okay? I was calling your name.” I watch the way his lips form words partially because it’s a habit. After all, I’m hard of hearing, but mainly because I like looking at his mouth.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just deep in thought, I guess.” That wasn’t necessarily a lie.

“Mmm, okay. I was wondering...what you were doing after. Would you like to go get something to eat?”

I look around in bewilderment barely registering that he is addressing me. I search for my manager and best friend, seeing her across the set talking with the director. He follows my line of sight and looks back at me with a soft smile.

“If it is okay with your manager of course.” he concedes.

“Oh...uh… it should be fine but let me text her.”

I watch for her reaction after I message her. She checks her phone briefly then looks over at me giving me a thumbs up. My phone pings, she is asking if I have my keys and if my phone is charged enough. I nod at her and she shoos me away after giving Wook a glare. He bows to her then turns back to me with a brilliant smile on his face.

“Great! Let’s go. I have somewhere I wanted to take you. I think you will like it.”

He leads me outside the set to the parking lot where he guides me to a motorcycle. I almost missed the fact that he is talking to me about riding his bike because his hand is resting on my lower back and seems to be attempting to burn a hole through my clothes.

“I hope you are okay with riding my bike.”

“I am more than okay with it! I love motorcycles!” the smile that graces his face was everything I could have ever wanted.

Grabbing the extra helmet from the back of his ride he turns to me looking expectantly at my hair. I quickly take my locs down from the complicated bun they are in and put them into a low ponytail. I missed one and he tucks it back in with the rest before sliding the helmet on my head. His fingers expertly clip the strap under my chin and tighten it. With each brush of his fingers against my skin, I feel my entire body heat up significantly.

“Comfortable?” I nod and give him a small smile.

“Good. Do you know how to ride?” I nod again.

“Great.” he hops onto the beautiful beast of a vehicle and starts it. It sounds amazing and the excitement of riding finally hits me dispelling the nervousness of being with him a little. He looks back at me after he slips his helmet on, nodding towards the space behind him. I happily hop on and settle in behind his large form, finding the footrest easily. I grab onto the sides of his jacket but he has another idea. Grabbing my hands he wraps them around his torso making sure my palms are laid flat against his stomach. The nervousness settles back in tenfold, I tense up against my will. My thighs squeeze him and my hands subconsciously curl into his shirt. His stomach flexes and I swear I hear him chuckle a little.

Soon we pull out of the parking lot and begin flying down the highway back to Seoul. I relax some once we have been riding for a few minutes. The cool air feels good against my skin making the ride more enjoyable than stressful. I feel warm everywhere my body touches him and find myself drawing closer to him. My hands spread out over his stomach, I lay my chest to his back and rest my head against his broad shoulders. I feel safe.

Far too soon, we reach our destination. A little shop out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the city. He lets me dismount first then gets off to help me take my helmet off. He pulls my hair out of its hold and slips the tie around his wrist. He takes my helmet along with his into one hand then grabs my hand to lead me into the shop. The smell of beef and seafood hits me as soon as we cross the threshold. Wook calls out to someone for a table and they answer back telling us we can choose anywhere to sit. Clearly having been here before he leads me to a table in the corner of the shop a little way out of sight. Understandable, considering his fame. He makes sure I am seated comfortably at the little table before he seats himself and this warms my heart.

I look everywhere but at him when he sits, yet I can feel his gaze heavy on my face. I am saved when this cute little old lady comes to give us the menus and hugs Wook tenderly. I can’t help but smile at the interaction. She scolds him for losing weight and not visiting often enough, then she turns to me.

“Now who is this beautiful woman?” she asks him while bowing to me. I shyly bow back as deep as I can from my seated position.

“This is my co-star in my new drama. Her name is Aliah.” for some reason my heart hurts a little at his explanation but it really shouldn’t because all he did was tell the truth.

“Pleased to meet you, Miss.”

“Oh, you speak Korean well!” her praise is the standard for everyone that hears me speak the language so effortlessly.

“I approve. Treat him kindly please.” I bow again to her as she leaves, her words confusing me.

“She is my grandmother’s best friend and like family.” Wook explains.

I nod in understanding then reach for a menu but his hand on top of mine stops me. Looking up at him I find he is watching me intently.

“I can’t help but notice you don’t speak much around me. Why is that?”

Of course, he noticed it. I don’t actively mean to do it’s just whenever he is close around me I clamp up. Honestly, I don’t know how I have been able to be around him every day and act with him. I just become a nervous anxious mess around him outside of acting. Acting is easy. Real-life isn’t.

I steel myself before looking into his eyes.

“You make me nervous.”

“I do?”

I nod my head. He still has his hand on top of mine.

“Oh, well I’m sorry. I don’t mean to. Is there anything I can do to help?” he removes his hand from mine and I desperately want it back.

“No. It’s really not you. I just…” I trail off realising what I was about to say. About to say I just like you is all.

“If it makes you feel any better you make me nervous as well. I don’t know what to do or say to get close to you and I just feel awkward. I asked you here so maybe I could do just that, get closer to you.”

His rambling reveal shocks me. I would have never thought in a million years I could make him nervous. A giggle escapes me against my will and he looks up at me sharply.

“Sorry!” I clamp a hand over my mouth but the smile won’t leave my face.

“No, it’s fine.” his eyes seem to twinkle with mirth at my outburst.

“Should we order?” I nod enthusiastically. I ask him what he likes best here telling him I will eat whatever he orders since it is my first time. He orders a beef platter, seafood platter, a lunchbox, and a few bowls of rice for both of us. I am pleasantly surprised he ordered so much food but silently thank him nonetheless. I am starving after a whole day of filming and just snacking.

After our mutual admissions conversation began to flow easier. We talk about everything and anything. He shares stories about his family and I share mine. We laugh as he cooks the food over the grill for us. I tell him about my struggles coming to Korea as I pour Cola for the both of us. We continue chatting in between swallows of food until the subject of relationships comes up.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” he asks the question so nonchalantly it irritates me a little. I would like there to be some sort of hesitation when asking. Looking him dead in the eyes I tell him no, I hope he understands the message behind my eyes. ‘No, I don’t have a boyfriend because I want you’.

“No? Why? Is there anyone you are interested in?” he is staring down at his rice, stabbing it and mixing it kind of roughly. His tone changed. At the end, it changed. I realise he is acting, something I have come to realise is not okay with me. Liars are my biggest pet peeve which is ironic considering my line of work now.

“Because I am picky I guess. I have someone in mind but I’m not sure he would feel the same way.” I decide to mess with him a little, if he can act so can I.

“Picky? What do you mean by that?”

I set my utensils down giving him my whole attention.

“Well before I even came to Korea there was this idol I had always loved and respected from the time I was a little girl. You know Bang Yongguk?” he nods and sets his utensils down as well.

“It was him. For years he was my standard for men. His morals and the way he approached the world was so gentle and open. I fell for his character and personality rather than his looks.”

“So is it him that you are interested in still?” I have his full attention now. It’s now or never Aliah.

“No, it’s not him, although I would love to meet him and speak to him at least once in my lifetime.”

“There is a new man.”

“Yes.” his eyes trace the lines on my face, his fingers tap a quiet rhythm into the table. His body is leaning towards mine. I am sure mine is doing the same.

“Who is this new man? Describe him to me.”

“I think you already know who he is.” I pick my utensils up and resume eating, breaking the spell we were in. He stares at me for a few moments before also finishing his food.

He calls for the cheque when we finish and I try to pay for my half of the food at least but he refuses, saying something about how when I am with him I will never have to pay for anything. He thanks the Granny then grabs our helmets making his way out of the shop. The Granny stops me before I can exit and pulls me down to her to whisper in my ear.

“He thinks highly of you. He has never once brought anyone here let alone a woman."

"How come?" her admission startles me.

"This is his safe spot. He comes here when he wants a home-cooked meal but isn't able to go home. I'm the closest thing to family he has in the city. He doesn't bring anyone here because he wants to keep his personal and family life completely separate from his line of work."

I slowly nod as she sends me off after dropping that bomb on me. It makes me view Wook in a completely different light once again. This is something that has been happening since the first day we met.

I know he comes from a single-parent family and is an only child. I am not surprised he turned out as well mannered and kind as he is after speaking with his mother once over a video call. The way he approaches people though is unique, he watches them first to see how they react to the environment then approaches them in a way that makes them comfortable. The first time we met he approached me with a smile on his face and kind words on his lips. He made me feel comfortable like I was part of the team. Anything I didn’t understand he was kind enough to translate. He was patient and quite understanding almost to the point where it became overwhelming, almost. He knew exactly when to back off and give me my space.

The ride home was peaceful, so peaceful I fell asleep. Never in my life have I felt so safe with someone who was not my immediate family.

“Aliah. Hey. Wake up beautiful.”

I open my eyes to Chang Wook’s face inches from mine. He is holding me up in the seat of the bike. I rub the sleep from my eyes and smile at him. It’d be nice to wake up to his face every day. I caress his cheek taking in all of his features, the unevenness of his eyes, the slight crookedness in his jaw, the few blemishes he has are all that makes him so perfect to me. In my haze, the only thought running through my head is to kiss him. God, I want to kiss him so badly.

“We are here.” I know he feels the shift in energy, the tension I created, so why isn’t he acting on it.

He helps me off the bike and takes the helmet off then takes my hand, leading me inside the apartment complex. I don’t want him to go. That’s all I say to myself as we reach my door and I key in the code.

“Do you perhaps...want to come inside?” I shyly ask. I know hope is shining brightly in my eyes, I should feel embarrassed but I can’t bring myself to care enough to be.

He hesitates, a war clearly raging within him.

“As much as I would love to, and trust me I want to so very badly, I don’t think I should.” he kisses my hands and bids me good night. I watch him until I can no longer see him down the hallway then I rush inside and run to my living room window. I catch the last glimpses of him as he exits the building, mounts his bike and rides away.

What was I thinking! Honestly, what was I planning to do after if he came in? Becky is asleep in her room, I vowed to wait until marriage, he doesn’t seem like the one-night stand type. Stupid, stupid, stupid, that’s what you are stupid. A dummy. What is this man doing to me?

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He pressed me up against the wall, a slight breeze passes between us chilling me a little. He smiles at me softly, eyes holding so many emotions I could hardly keep up. The one I saw most was guilt. I wonder why that would be the emotion I see in his eyes as he leans into me.

His lips lay claim to mine softly at first but I couldn’t help myself I had to have all of him one time. Gripping his jacket and pulling him closer to me I lose myself in the essence of him. He tastes of the alcohol and lolli he had earlier, sweet and bitter, but I loved it. His hands come up to caress my waist and hips. They move all over my body unable to find just one place to hold. I moan when his thumb skims over my breast. He misses nothing and smiles into our kiss. I set aside all shame pulling him even closer. He takes the hint and presses his body fully against mine, his leg finds its way in between mine and I can’t help myself but to rub against it wantonly. The friction of denim against denim on my core feels heavenly but is nowhere near enough to satisfy me. One hand slips under his shirt over his taut stomach and lightly scratch at his chest. I need to feel closer to him. He holds my head in both his hands and deepens our connection. His tongue branding and shaping the inside of my mouth. I try my best to keep pace with him but find it pointless, when he wants something he gets it and right now he wants my submission.

He pulls away from me before I am ready but only to slip my shirt over my head and begin placing wet kisses over my chest. My breath escapes me in a long hot stream. The night air is cool but that doesn’t seem to bother him. He continues licking and sucking at my breasts being sure to show both equal attention and love, I am sure there will be marks when I check in the morning. He drops lower unbuttoning my shorts and tugging them down my legs. I gasp as his mouth attaches to my clothed core. I know I am soaked already for him and it makes him chuckle causing vibrations to make my knees lock his head between them.

As he slowly eats me out I can’t help but moan his name out loud. There is no one in this alleyway to hear us so I don’t try to keep quiet. I find myself riding his face and pulling him closer to me by his hair. My body alight with pleasure. The cool metal of his lip ring touches me every so often. It all becomes too much for me and I find myself pulling him up and claiming his lips again as I beg him to take me. My hands fumble at his belt like a starved animal desperate for its next meal. Once the offensive fabrics are lowered I clutch him in my hands, giving him a few strokes before I guide him into where I need him most.

The feeling of being wholly filled was satisfying. The almost painful way he stretched me out brought tears to my eyes. His soft grunts of pleasure in my ear turning me on even more than I already was. He hefts my legs up around his waist slamming me into the wall and bottoming out inside me. I choked as he began to move in me the same time. His slow pace becoming to much for me, making me claw at his jacket, neck, anything I can get my hands on. His strokes made sure I would remember only him. His grunts of exertion became my new favourite sound track. Biting into his neck I cry out with every deep thrust against the spot inside me that makes my toes curl. His hands brace against the wall as he increases his speed. I can do nothing but hold onto him like my life depends on it.

He cums inside me on a heavy grunt and I savour the feeling of him releasing in me. His breathing heavy is all I hear as we come down from our highs. Slipping out of me he slides his fingers into me pushing his essence back inside me and finger fucking me to completion. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my body goes weak as I cum around his fingers.

He tells me to not let any of it slip out as he slides my panties and shorts back up my trembling legs. I try my best to do as he says as he pulls me out of the alley way and into his car. We drive to his apartment. The entire time I have my legs pressed together tightly but I can feel our mix of juices slowly dripping out of me. He places a hand on my thigh and my core pulses causing more to fall out, I am sure I have soaked through my panties and into my shorts now. The way he rubs circles on the inside of my thigh tells me he isn’t done with me and I try to mentally prepare myself for the rest of the night.

When we reach his place he wastes no time ridding me of my clothes. As he slides my panties down my legs again a string of cum follows. He calls me disobedient and tosses me on the bed then crawls over me. A look of pure predation in his eyes. I am scared momentarily then he kisses me with all the tenderness of the rain. He places my legs on his shoulders and enters me without warning, his clothes still on. His pants hang loosely from his his as he slams into me repeatedly. I feel wronged, like I am just his whore laying fully naked under him. I beg him to let me touch his skin, he appeases me and strips. My hands eagerly roam his body loving the feel of him moving over me and under my finger tips.

My voice becomes hoarse as I scream his name repeatedly. I lose track of how many times he has sent me over the edge. My mind has gone blank all I know is him and the pleasure he gives me. He is the end and the beginning for me in this moment. He spreads me past my physical capabilities, my body screams from the over use but I say nothing because I finally have him here with me and not with her. I won’t ever let go of him. I will do everything I can to keep him. She won’t win this time.

When he has had his fill of me I am left cold in the bed. His bed. I want to think I have won but I know it’s not me he is in the living room thinking of.

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Love and Volleyball

Genre(s): college!au, romance, slow burn, coming of age, friendship, drama, angst

Pairing: Johnny x OC black female (certain NCT members make appearances)

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Soraya is starting her first year of university in Chicago on a full ride volleyball scholarship. Her life hasn't been very eventful and a guy she meets one night is determined to change that.

[a/n]: This is my first fanfic! I plan to add more to this story if you guys like it so lemme know what you think. Thank you 🥰

~~~Soraya~~~

“Mom. Mommy. Mother. Female that pushed me out of her vagina!” My mother finally stops fawning over my belongings long enough to listen to me.

“I got it. I’ll finish decorating it later.” she gives me a withering look because she knows I’m lying.

“I’m still not moving until I meet your roommate so you can stop tryna get me ta leave.” rolling my eyes I examine the rest of the room liking the simple double room layout.

Excited for my first year of college doesn’t even begin to describe how I’m feeling right now. Finally all my hard work paid off. The four years of only studying and practicing in high school lead me here to this moment. Chicago State University became my dream college after a class field trip in my junior year, I fell in love with the city and the overall vibes it gave me. I didn’t have a specific school I wanted to attend, my mother did, but I knew I wanted to play some type of sport. When senior year came around and the scholarships started rolling in for all three of the sports I played I was overwhelmed. I didn’t know which school to pick let alone which sport.

The answer was made for me when a letter from Chicago State University came in. My mother wanted me to take the basketball scholarship to Duke but I had already made my mind up.

A loud bang followed by multiple voices shouting brings me out of my reverence. Looking at my mom we move in sync to the door. Before we can even touch the knob the door bursts open and a tall asian girl all but falls in followed by four more bodies.

“Oh! Hello! Sorry for the commotion.” addressing my mother and I in a heavily accented tongue. Japanese I presume from the conversation I hear from her family.

She is really beautiful, standing at like six feet two inches. Arms and legs long and muscular from what I can see under her clothes. Her hair is cute short in a pixie cut which accentuates her face well, bringing out her delicate features. Her face is small, lips full, eyes large and nose small and straight. When she smiles rows of perfectly brace aligned teeth flash at you.

The girl and her family drag in hella suitcases all the while talking over one another. I laugh at their dynamic while my mother looks offended at the intrusion.

“Um...hello? Yeah, excuse me what are you all doing here?” shaking my head at what is to come I try to stop it before it does.

“Oh, my name is Miyabi and I am on the volleyball team. This is the room I was given. We just came from the airport.”

As my mother was fixing another round of probably intrusive questions I jump in.

“Are you from Japan?” my curiosity winning out as usual.

“Yeah! How did you know?”

“Good guess.”

The smile that over takes her face makes me smile as well. She introduces her family to my mother and I before starting to unpack. I have never seen a group of people move as fast or as efficiently as hers did within the span of 20 minutes. Her entire side of the room was cleaned and fully decorated, clothes placed neatly in her side of the closet, desk organised and bed made. My mom and I watched as they interacted with each other for the first ten then continued setting up my side. All we finished setting up was my desk and bed area. Finally convincing my mother to leave the rest for me to finish we head to the cafeteria with Miyabi and her family for some lunch.

The campus is filled with new students moving in with their families much like Miyabi and myself. It’s nice to see so many different demographics of people in one place, a complete 180 of where I grew up. Montana is predominantly caucasian so I got used to being the only dark skinned kid, it became normal to me to be the odd one out. Now in a place like this where so many look like me I feel more out of place than I ever did in Montana.

Miyabi’s family leaves to rest at their hotel before they leave tomorrow, each one of them crying over having to leave the other. Before they depart her mother takes my hands in hers and asks in broken English if I can look out for her. Not knowing what else to do I promise her I will.

My mother leaves a little while after, our goodbyes far less emotional. I make her promise to let me know when she arrives safely back home and she makes me promise to at least send a text once a day to let her know I’m still alive. The rest of the day Miyabi and I explore the campus and get to know each other.

She is a middle blocker and was personally recruited by the head coach. When she learns I am a wing spiker her shock is unrestrained. Being so used to this reaction I just laugh it off. Standing at only five feet eight inches I am more in line with being a librero than a wing spiker but my athleticism and vertical leap do more than make up for my lack of height.

We meet a few more of our teammates along the way and introduce ourselves. They tell us about a party being thrown at one of the frat houses tonight in celebration of new pledges, suggesting we come. They part ways with us when some guys from the basketball team come up to them. Never being much of a partier it takes Miyabi unleashing a potent dose of puppy dog eyes on me for me to agree to go. I also would feel terrible letting her go out her first night here alone although she does well interacting with others, I doubt she would have any trouble making friends.

Heading back to our room we spend the next few hours unpacking and picking out our outfits for tonight. Both of us came here in very travel savvy fits consisting mainly of oversized shirts and sportswear. Summer hasn’t completely abandoned us yet so we both opt for lighter more summery clothing. Keeping my look simple I throw on a pair of high waisted mom jeans and a white tee tied in front with my old white Keds. Miyabi’s fit is a little more extravagant but suits her bubbly personality well. Black and white plaid schoolgirl skirt paired with a white skin tight faux turtleneck tucked into them and the sickest pair of white platform boots I have ever seen.

“I am so mad we don’t wear the same shoe size right now.” I gush at her as I salivate over her shoes.

“I can send you the link of where I got 'em if you want.”

“Girl, please do cause those are everything.”

We both opt to keep our makeup light and soon we are making our way to the frat houses. Other people are walking in the same direction as us clearly having heard about the party as well. Soon enough loud music can be heard and flashing lights become visible, the amount of people we see increases also. A large group has formed around what looks to be a group of guys, pledges I’m assuming. Pushing our way to the front Miyabi and I watch the guys be put through a rough series of trials, from drinking water with a goldfish in it, to being forced to streak. Things like this never interested or entertained me so I tell Miyabi I am leaving to go check out the rest of the party, she grabs my arm telling me we go together everywhere. Agreeing with her we make our way into the house. The music is loudest there, people are everywhere and all over each other. Finding the kitchen quickly Miyabi drags me with her to find drinks for the both of us. When she offers me a Corona I decline.

“No thank you sis. I don’t drink.” she nods and switches drinks to a Coca-Cola for me.

Taking the unopened can I thank her and we chat amongst ourselves until the girls we met earlier find us and drag us to the dance floor, the living room, where we spend the next hour dancing our lives away. I break away first to get water.

Finally making it to the kitchen through the mobs of people packed in one place I catch my breath. The only other person in the kitchen with me is a guy. He smiles softly at me when he notices me. He’s cute, well more than cute. Standing well over six feet he towers over me as he straightens up from looking in the fridge for something. Smiling back at him I put my locs up in a messy bun away from my neck as I crouch in front of the open fridge looking for bottles of water.

“What are you looking for?” a voice startles me a little, peering around the fridge door I see the guy watching me closely.

The lighting in the kitchen is dim but enough for me to see just how beautiful he really is up close. Longish dark brown hair messily falling into his eyes, pretty down turned eyes, pretty brown down turned eyes that look sleepy hidden behind glasses. Round glasses that sit atop a gorgeously straight nose bridge. My hand itches to trace his features as I lay my eyes on his lips. A deep cupid’s bow, plump pink lips that upturn at the corners, the most striking part of his face to me besides his eyes. Clearing my throat to answer him I stand tucking the last loc away from my face.

“Bottled water.”

“Thought so. They are outside in the cooler out back.” gesturing for me to follow him he leads me through the house to the backyard where the setting seems more intimate. Couples holding to each other tightly and strangers finding comfort in deep conversation.

“Here you go.” he hands me a bottle of water. I thank him then go to sit on the steps of the deck we are on.

I don’t expect him to sit next to me and jump a little when he does. His large frame filling the rest of the space on the staircase.

“Johnny.” holding his hand out for me to shake he looks into my eyes. Looking from his eyes to his hand and back again I shake his hand lightly.

“Soraya.”

The smile that over takes his face makes me hold my breath. It is beautiful, adding a youthful effect to his overall look. His eyes crinkle up into slits and my heart skips a beat.

“Nice to meet you Soraya.”

~~~Johnny~~~

She is beautiful, one Soraya. With her long black locs, mischievous feline eyes, high cheekbones, a cute upturned button nose and lips so large, pink and soft looking I find myself staring at them anytime she speaks. I remember seeing her in the cafeteria earlier today with who I assume is her mother and the tall girl she came to the party with. I couldn’t stop looking at her then just like now. She looked mean and unapproachable at first but the longer I watched her interact with everyone around her I realise she is so full of life that you can’t help but be drawn to her.

I watched her dance with her friend and some other random people that she welcomed to be in her presence. Deciding I was being a little too creepy I left to go hang in the kitchen away from the girls trying to gain my attention and my friends getting wasted.

I never expected her to walk in, let alone by herself. Her skin glowed in the soft light of the kitchen. Little beads of sweat dotting her forehead. When she began fanning herself and tying her hair up I couldn’t look away. She crouched in front of the open fridge and I truly noticed all of her for the first time. Her body caught my whole attention. She is tall, not tall like her friend who clearly stands over six feet, but tall enough to be noticeable. Her arms and legs are long, her waist small, hips wide but not too wide and even though the pants she has on are kind of baggy you can tell her legs and ass are quite ample. She looks athletic and quite flexible. It’s not easy for people to squat into the crouched position she is in unless they have an Asian heritage or some sort of dance/gymnastics background. When I asked her what she was looking for I wasn’t prepared for what she sounded like.

There was a slight presence of an accent which made her deeper voice sound all the more sexy to me. I wanted her to keep talking to me somehow.

When she sat on the porch steps just watching everyone interact with each other my heart lurked in my chest. She looked so at peace but so lonely sitting there I couldn’t help myself when I sat next to her. I want to know everything about her.

“Nice to meet you Soraya.”

“Nice to meet you Johnny.” loving the way she says my name and the little smile that graces her lips. I throw all caution to the wind.

“Are you a freshman?” she doesn’t avoid my eyes as I ask her questions and that makes me nervous. Usually the average human can’t hold eye contact for more than a few seconds especially in this close of proximity. I like to hold eye contact with people because I feel a surge of power and excitement when they look away. She doesn’t waver though and I find myself fighting to keep hold of her gaze.

“I am.”

She has freckles and little moles all over her face and parts of her skin I can see. I want to count them all. I remember my mother telling me where you have moles is where your lover kissed you most in your past life.

“Do you play a sport?”

“Volleyball.”

“What position?”

“Wing Spiker.” her answer is surprising to say the least. I figure she would be a libero with her smaller size. One look at her face tells me she is used to this assumption.

“Your vertical must be ridiculous, makes sense though.”

Cocking her head at me she asks what I mean.

“Your legs. I can tell they are really powerful not to mention long. Your arms are really long too and your hands are huge.” She looks away from me for the first time since I sat next to her and I see her play with one of the rings she wears.

“What about you? Do you play a sport?”

“I used to my freshman year, I’m a junior by the way, then I got hurt.”

“What happened?” she looks back at me, her eyes holding concern and warmth.

“I blew out my knee last year. Now I just redshirt. I was never really into sports intensely anyways. It was just a way to pay for school.”

“What sport did you play?”

“Soccer.”

“Really? My little brother plays, he’s really good.”

The way her face lights up talking about someone she loves makes me feel funny. I want her to light up that way when talking about me. It’s been a while since I felt like this about anyone.

“How many siblings do you have?”

“I have two younger brothers. Kyle and Andre. Seventeen and Thirteen. Andre just turned thirteen in August. Do you have any siblings?”

I want her to look at me this way for the rest of eternity. She holds stars in her eyes and has my heart in her hands already.

“No, I’m an only child.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-one. You I am assuming are eighteen.”

“I’ll be nineteen in a few weeks.” September. Her birthday is in September.

“Nice.”

“What is your majour and what are you passionate about since sports ain’t it?” her question catches me off guard. She seems to have relaxed some.

“Music. I majour in music. I’m the DJ for the campus radio station also.”

Her eyes open wide at my revelation. The way she listens and takes in information is cute like it is the most amazing thing she has ever heard in her life. It’s honest. She can’t seem to hide her emotions well all being shown on her face.

“I’ll have to subscribe!” I chuckle at her excitement.

“What is your majour?” I tried to guess what she would be studying but the longer I talk with her the less I can grasp an idea. Maybe some sort of psychology, something to do with people.

“English majour with a minor in International Relations.” Yupp, would have never guessed that.

“Why those?”

“I’m not from America. I am from Barbados and have always loved to travel, to write and love learning languages.”

“Ahh, that makes sense now.”

“What makes sense?”

“The little accent I hear.” shock passes through her eyes.

“You can tell?”

“Yeah, only cause my parents are from South Korea and I grew up around accented English. I’ve always been able to tell no matter how slight it is. You say certain words differently.”

Nodding her head she starts speaking to me in Korean. I am so shocked I don’t hear a word of what she said.

“W-what?” Repeating what she said I am floored at her fluency.

“How do you know Korean?”

“I told you I like learning languages.”

“Yeah, but Korean? That’s kind of random.” I laugh a little.

“Not really.” She goes on to tell me the story of how she came to speak Korean and I can’t help but like her more than I already do.

“Have you ever been?” the way she speaks about the country you would swear she has been or is Korean herself.

“No, sadly I haven’t. I have plans to though. Have you?”

“Twice yeah. I was born here though, in Chicago.”

“How was it?”

Stars light up her eyes as she leans closer to me without realising in her excitement. She smells so good, not like the annoying fruity perfumes most women wear but something more earthy and deep. Under the lights from the house her skin looks even softer than before. Swallowing heavily I glance quickly at her lips. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why does she affect me so badly?

“It was great, there is alot to do and it’s alot more diverse than you think in some places.”

She hangs onto every word that exits my mouth even leaning against my shoulder slightly as we trade stories late into the night. After talking for hours she suddenly jumps up.

“I have to go find Miyabi.”

“The girl you came with?” seeing her panic a little over her friend is cute. She leaves me sitting there as she all but sprints back into the house. Trailing after her I watch as her body relaxes visibly upon seeing her friend sitting in the living area playing a game of Never Have I Ever with a few other people.

“Soraya! There you are. Come play!” tugging Soraya down to sit next to her she declares the game restarted.

A few of my friends are in on the game as well so I decide to join.

“John where you been?” one of my best friends and teammates asks. He is sprawled out on a couch looking at peace with himself. Yuta’s eyes flit to Soraya momentarily then back to me raising an eyebrow.

“Around.” is all I say sitting down next to my friend Taeyong.

The game starts pretty mildly with innocent topics such as stealing or skipping class. Soraya still has all her fingers up and is quietly watching everyone around her lose fingers myself included.

When the questions made their way around to Yuta I could almost hear the trouble start.

“Never have I ever slept with more than three people in one night.” He looks directly at me daring me to lie. Glaring at him I begrudgingly lower another one of my fingers.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Soraya staring at my hands. Ashamed for once in my life I wish she didn’t have to see this side of me.

~~~Soraya~~~

More than three people in one night. Chuckling softly to myself I see him peep at me from the corner of his eye. The guy is funny, seeming so calm and collected all night but now I see as usual you can’t judge a book by its cover and humans are far more complex than they ever care to admit.

The questions continue and all my fingers stay spread. I realise my life has lacked any real excitement or adventure, this realisation makes me melancholy. At least I will win this game it seems. Everyone in the room has either folded all their fingers or on their last two or three. Miyabi has three fingers left. Johnny has two.

“Never have I ever stolen a friend's crush.” Johnny brings me out of my stupor with his question. Looking up at him I see him staring down the guy lounging on the couch.

Yuta I think his name is. A cheeky fellow with a serious expression and a lovely smile when he does use it. His appearance is kind of messy but in a very aesthetically pleasing way. Hair dyed a bright red and long, pulled back into a half updo bun. Yuta puts his last finger down with a smirk on his face. Looking between the two of them the tension is palpable.The moment passes and the game continues with everyone none the wiser. Finally it is my turn, I have only folded two fingers so far and for very minor things compared to what the others have done. Wanting this game to be over I choose a question everyone will most likely have to put a finger down for.

“Never have I kissed someone.”

As I thought everyone who was left put their finger down. I win the game. Johnny openly stares at my hands, an unreadable expression on his face. Miyabi yawns loudly declaring she is tired and ready to go to sleep. Checking the time on my phone I see it is well into the early morning hours. Excusing us I let Miyabi lean on me as I lead us out of the house and back to our dorm. The walk was longer than when we came with her full weight on me so I stop and help her up onto my back. Carrying her the rest of the way on my back we reach our place of residence quicker.

Dropping her onto her bed heavily and taking her shoes off I search through my things for makeup wipes to clear both our faces.

Tonight was an experience, my first real party that wasn’t a team dinner or school dance. The drinking, smoking, and general freeness of it all was not something I am used to. Talking to guys also was never on my radar but talking to Johnny wasn’t so nerve-wracking. He was intriguing and very honest in the way he speaks something I notice you don’t see very often these days. I wouldn’t mind talking to him again, finding out the story behind the apparent wild choices he made and the obvious tension between him and Yuta.

Gently wiping the little bit of makeup from Miyabi’s face then applying some of my moisturising lotion just so her face wouldn’t be dry when she wakes up. Taking care of my skin I finally change and make my way into my bed.

Waking up I check the time, sighing when I see I haven’t been asleep for more than two hours. Insomnia is a bitch and she just keeps coming back.

Rummaging through my backpack I pull out my diary, in times like these it’s the only thing that gives my mind peace. Writing has always been a safe place for me, when I would forego parties I would write about them. When I lost a game I would write that I had won as if the words scribbled onto paper or typed onto a document could change the past or predict the future. I write until Miyabi wakes up then we decide to go to the cafe for breakfast after we wash up.

It’s still early when we enter the cafe so not many people are present. Entering the line for breakfast, Miyabi and I chat about last night.

“No, but listen! He was so cute and charming. Yuta I think his name was and he is Japanese too from Osaka. I think he might be on the soccer team.” Yuta. That name…. I think it’s the name of the friend of Johnny’s from last night.

“We can go to a practice later if you would like.”

“Can we really? I didn’t get a chance to talk to him long last night but…wait what about that guy you came in with before the game? He was cute and seemed into you.” she watches me with a twinkle in her eye, a hopeless romantic type, not what I would have pegged her for. Cute.

“Johnny. Yeah, he was nice.”

“He seemed more than nice. All throughout the game he was watching you.”

“Mmmm.”

“He seemed surprised when you ended the game with that question. I’m curious too, have you really never kissed anyone?”

~~~Johnny~~~

Waking up early for my morning run and exercise I can’t seem to get Soraya off my mind. Her innocence baffled me. When she implied she had never kissed anyone I wonder if that was the truth or if she just wanted the game to end? She looked tired so maybe that was it, she just wanted to go sleep and didn’t want to be rude. But what if?

Coffee. My body is screaming for coffee as I end my run, deciding to stop by the cafe. It’s empty, the few people in here don’t look like they have woken up fully yet. The coffee here is surprisingly good, not what I’m used to but tasty enough.

Scanning the cafe I see two girls looking a lot livelier than the rest. The shorter one looks familiar, it’s hard to make out her features without my glasses but it looks like Soraya. Her hair is covered by some sort of scarf and her clothes are extra baggy sweats. The coffee machine pings bringing me out of my stupor.

You should go talk to her Johnny. Yeah. Yeah. Do that. It’s no big deal. She’s the same girl from last night right? Right. Let’s do this!

Making my way over to her I pause when I hear the conversation she is having with her friend. The same friend from last night.

“No, I wasn’t lying. I haven’t kissed anyone.” she chuckles a little then fills up her plate with more food.

“Seriously? Like ever? Never? Why?”

Yeah, why? I want to know why too.

“It just never came up or was a priority of mine.” I am sure my face looks stupid right now.

“Wait does that mean you have never had a boyfriend?”

Surely she had to have had a boyfriend. What man or even an adolescent boy would see her and not want to date her? In the daylight she is even more mesmerising. She looks warm in her oversized grey hoodie and matching grey sweat shorts. The scarf hiding her locs is a pretty golden yellow. The starkness of the colour against her skin is gorgeous. The way she stands like she is the most important person in the room is quite attractive as well.

“Correct. I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

Coughing from shock I alert the two women to my presence.

“Oh! Johnny right?” her friend addresses me first.

“Hey. Morning.” I wave at them. Wave? Come on John.

“Morning Johnny.” the smile that falls on her lips makes my heart stutter. Dimples. Fucking dimples. Of course she has to have dimples.

“Morning Soraya.”

~~~Soraya~~~

My goodness he looks so good. Like he just came from working out or something. His hair pushed back with a sportsband. The shirt he wears is black and sleeveless, giving me an unobstructed view of his arms and damn it if they look amazing. His joggers are black as well but fit him so perfectly I wonder if they were specifically tailored for him. My eyes travel up from his feet to his eyes. Those eyes. Like freshly made honey straight from the comb of the most hardworking bees.

“Are you here for breakfast?” Miyabi breaks the ice once again. Her bright personality proving to be a joy to have around.

“Uh, yeah.” he grabs a plate and begins adding food to it.

Watching him fills me with a sense of warmth.

“Come eat with us.” the words leave my mouth before I can stop them. He looks surprised but nods and finishes piling food on his plate. He follows us to a table near the windows.

We eat in silence for the most part each one of us taking turns to make polite conversation with one another. Miyabi finishes eating first then leaves claiming she has something to do but as I watch her leave she has a shit-eating grin on her face and is making obscene motions behind Johnny’s back. Rolling my eyes I focus on the gorgeous man in front of me. The sun is hitting one side of his face just right, highlighting his sharp features and bringing out the lighter tones of his eyes.

“What’s your favourite colour?” I blink a few times not sure what I heard.

“Huh?” smooth as sandpaper Raya.

He smiles softly and repeats the question.

“Violet.”

“Violet? Isn’t-” cutting him off with a hand before he can even finish that statement I go off on a tangent about the differences in the colours Violet and Purple, going so far as to pull up a chart on my phone.

“You get that alot I see.” he laughs like a teleprompter wrote it out and I find it so endearing.

“Yeah. Only artists seem to understand what I mean.”

“You should meet my friend Taeyong then, the shorter guy I was sitting next to at the party. He is an Arts majour.”

“I would love to!”

“Give me your number and we can all hang some time then.” smooth Mr. Johnny. Real smooth. Don’t think I didn’t see what you did there sir.

I give him my number because truthfully I was looking for a way to ask him for his as well, he just beat me to it. Talking some more I learn quite a bit about this man. As more people fill the cafe the quiet almost magical bubble we had for ourselves pops. Figuring there is no point in dragging this on I make up an excuse to leave.

“So, can I text you sometime?” standing outside the building to the cafeteria I get shy as I watch literally everyone that passes us stare at our interaction.

“If you would like. I must warn you though, I’m terrible at replying unless I deem you important or entertaining in my life.” he smiles at my words and says he will just have to become both before he leaves.

Watching him jog away I can’t help but fawn over him. I didn’t come here to this school to date but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to try it out.

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