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sombreboy · 4 years

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Descend | demon!knj

⇣18+ nsfw ⇣pairing: demon knj x female Y/N ⇣genre: pwp smut, supernatural ⇣word count: 2.6k ⇣warnings: smut, profanity, dubcon esque themes, degrading dirty talk, mouthfucking, knj fucks y/n against a bookshelf lmao, demon creampie, he’s got a forked tongue idk if that’s a warning but at this point I’m too afraid to ask.

A/N: Request by anon who wanted demon knj smut. I hope you love it! Please praise me I spent all night on this xoxo

‘’I’d say you are wasting my time, but that was before I saw you..’’ he tugged her face closer to his crotch, the bulge underneath the fabrics visibly twitching from having her attention. ‘’You will make it worth my while.’’

‘’What the fuck…’’

Out of all things she could say, that was the one and only thing that she could muster. Her eyes were wide in disbelief, ogling up at the man standing in front of her.

Y/N was on her knees. A large, worn out book placed in front of her with several lit candles surrounding it. She didn’t think much, having no intentions in mind when she had found the crappy old book in the shelves of the grand library other than to see if it worked.. Of course it wouldn’t work. Curiosity always got her, for better or for worse.

She wasn’t sure which side of the spectrum this would become.

‘’What the fuck, it worked…’’ She repeated, this time a little louder. It wasn’t until the tall man crouched in front of her that she could get a proper closeup of his flawless visuals.

Handsome, plush lips. His eyes were intense, the dark irises swirling like red wine, the shape of them comparable to that of a dragon.

She wasn’t sure whether he was actually a demon, how could he be? He’s beautiful.

An angel would suit him better.. Well, disregarding the fact that his eyes are glowing red.

‘’Such a filthy mouth.’’ The man tsk’d as his hand reached out to cup her jaw in his large hand, moving her face from side to side. He inched in closer, as if inspecting her features.

‘’Too pretty to use such language.’’

He didn’t seem to even question why she’d summoned him in the first place, as if it was already a given on his end. And it was, he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and the shit eating smirk on his face was the proof of it.

Y/N shoved his hand away, to which his response was to immediately stand up on his feet in front of her, kicking the book away. He growled lowly, the candles suddenly bursting into larger flames, as if his annoyance fueled the fire. He stepped closer, now towering over her smaller frame on her knees. Bending forward slightly, he tugged the hair at the back of her head, pulling back to force her to look up at his wicked smile.

‘’You’re a daring girl,’’ he snickered menacingly, ‘’Do you even know who I am?’’

‘’No.’’ Y/N swallowed tightly, wincing when the grip in her hair tightened. Her eyes quickly moved down when she noticed that his hand was slowly undoing his pants, each tooth of his zipper coming undone as his eyes remained hyper fixated on her face.

‘’I’m Kim Namjoon. The demon overlord.’’ His voice dropped, the baritone rumbling in his chest.

‘’You have summoned me, for what reason?’’

He didn’t care for the answer.

‘’I don’t.. know…I didn’t think it would work.’’ Y/N muttered meekly, unable to rip her eyes off of his long fingers taking way too long to pull that damn zipper down.

Why was it so mesmerizing?

‘’Ah, too bad…’’ Namjoon chuckled, small dimples appearing on his cheeks as he smiled.

‘’I’d say you are wasting my time, but that was before I saw you..’’ he tugged her face closer to his crotch, the bulge underneath the fabrics visibly twitching from having her attention.

‘’You will make it worth my while.’’

‘’What are yo-mmph!” She was unable to finish her sentence when the grasp around her jaw tightened, forcing her mouth open only to shove his thumb inside, smoothing the pad of it against the surface of her tongue.

‘’Silence.’’ Namjoon’s command echoed in the grand room. The very second those words left his mouth, it was as if her throat tightened, unable to squeak out anything but a whimper.

Y/N’s eyebrows were drawn together in annoyance, the bratty attitude not faltering even whilst knowing he’s supposedly a demon lord. She huffed through her nose, instinctively biting down on his thumb as hard as she could. She winced, his skin was soft-- but impenetrable. He definitely wasn’t human, or he would’ve been bleeding.

And the sound erupting from his throat was not that of pain, but a dark snicker.

“Cute.’’ he roughly let go of her jaw to shove two fingers inside of her mouth, deep enough to prod the back of her throat, causing it to constrict around his digits. Tears formed in her eyes, the restricted airflow making her squirm and fall backwards on her behind to get away. She coughs, covering her mouth as she stared up at the smirking demon.

‘’Hm?’’ Namjoon cooed mockingly, however not moving from his spot as he brought his wet fingers to his mouth, licking her spit off of them while maintaining his piercing gaze on her.

‘’Playful, aren’t you?’’ he played with the waistband of his pants, tugging at them as he cocked an eyebrow at her, slowly sauntering forward to her sitting form. Once again, he stood above her, completely disregarding the fact that she initially had attempted to back off. However, he grew impatient. And she was wasting his time.

‘’Get back on your knees, angel.’’ Namjoon put emphasis on the pet name, as if it had a degrading nature coming from him. Y/N’s body moved like it had a mind of its own, quickly getting back into her original position on her knees, hands neatly placed in her lap.

Her body was no longer controlled by her, every command rolling off his tongue springing her body into action as if he was pulling her strings like a puppeteer.

Namjoon’s tongue poked out to wet his lips at the sight below him, finally peeling the caging fabrics down his thighs. It was a slow, tortuous few seconds that felt like an eternity for the two of them.

Y/N’s doe eyes widened, her face flushed red when she saw his length as it sprung free, tip already glazed with precum. He craned his neck to stare down at her, the fire in his irises swirling with desire.

‘’Show me your tongue.’’

Y/N obliged, doe eyes mirroring the fiery gaze he brought upon her as she opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. Saliva dripped down the tip of her fleshy muscle, Namjoon’s eyes quivered at the sight.

‘’My fallen angel.’’ He smiles, hand now stroking himself with intent. His free grasp reaches for her hair once again, bringing her mouth closer, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against her warm tongue. He bit back a low groan, immediately driving his hips forward to sink his length down her throat. He relished in the way her insides constricted around him as a reflex, ignoring any sign of her body rejecting his girth.

‘’So pretty with your mouth stuffed. Don’t you dare try to bite, though….’’ He smirked. ‘’Not that it’d do anything, except bring punishment upon yourself.’’

He started to thrust into her mouth, the slick sounds of his cock gliding against her tongue was heavenly, ‘’But perhaps that is what you desire, angel.’’

Y/N’s only response was the way she swallowed his cock, drool dribbling down her chin to pool at the floor below. The skin of his cock was like velvet, smoothly brushing against her tongue with every stroke that gradually grew rougher, deeper, and faster.

‘’Fuck yeah, you’re such a well behaved, pretty little angel.’’ Namjoon praised, and it made her feel... excited. Never did he think his words would make her want to please, but with every second spent with him; his aura, his voice, his taste-- it drew her in like a sailor towards a siren’s song. He was addictive.

Namjoon continued to fuck her throat as he pleased, low grunts and curses slipping through his teeth, eyes focused on the way his cock disappeared into her mouth with every forward thrust. It was mesmerizing to him, watching her take it so well, muscles relaxed. He could feel her desires grow, smell.. Fuck, even taste her arousal on his tongue. It had him greedy for more.

‘’Enough.’’ He growled as he pulled her back by her hair, drawing a whine from her sweet, swollen lips. He felt something stir in his body, and whether it was his cock, or his chest-- he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t important at the moment. All he knew was that he craved her fleshy insides wrapped around his cock. Y/N wiped her chin with the back of her hand, yelping when Namjoon pulled her up by her upper arm like she weighed nothing, dragging her along with him only to push her back up towards the bookshelf. She gasped, the hard surface pressing against her back wasn’t comfortable. However, she quickly forgot about the discomfort the moment the demon’s lips suddenly crashed against hers in a hungry, devouring kiss. His tongue was longer than she expected, slipping through her lips to find her own, a low guttural moan vibrating in their mouths as he tasted her. She was so, so sweet, and he found himself just as addicted to her, as she was to him.

‘’You’re making it very well worth my time, angel.’’ Namjoon’s praises became more frequent the more he got to feel, taste, and smell her. His hands roamed down the curve of her ass before roughly ripping the fabrics off her body. He hated them, more than anything at this moment; daring to cover the thing he’d decided by now, to claim as his own.

Y/N belonged to him.

‘’Speak.’’ He suddenly said, his rumbling voice loud and powerful yet again when it was an order. Y/N felt the sudden wall that had previously blocked her ability to talk to crumble down.

‘’I-I…’’ She wasn’t sure what to say, only a moan replacing her attempt to speak when Namjoon lifted her up to firmly push her against the shelf, locking her legs around his waist. His body was strong, oozing intimidation and dominance.

‘’I want to fuck you.’’ Namjoon bluntly stated, tilting his head to the side as those endearing dimples reappeared. He inched closer, his fiery breath hot, the scent laced with something comparable to burnt wood. ‘’Tell me, do you want my fat cock? I will give it all to you, pump you full of my cum.’’

He huffed against her lips as he rubbed the bulbous, slick head of his cock back and forth between her soppy folds, teasing her hole by prodding it lightly, gathering the wetness before resuming to rub her clit with his tip. ‘’I said, speak!’’

‘’Please, I want---fuck..’’ Y/N buried her face in the crook of his neck, body already trembling. His cock was scorching hot against her cunt, teasing her swollen clit until she felt her arousal trickle and drip to the floor. ‘’Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…’’ She repeated as if in trance, completely enchanted by the demon’s spell.

Funny thing is, he wasn’t using any spell on her all along. She wanted this just as bad as he did.

‘’Angel…’’ Namjoon groaned as he didn’t waste time in pushing himself into her cunt, buried as deep as physically possible. It was the sweetest, most delicious sensation he’s ever experienced.

‘’Holy, fuck, such a sweet little hole. Hear that?’’ He chuckles eerily as he immediately pulls back, only to roughly thrust back inside, the wet sounds of her juices like music to his ears.

‘’Hear how needy your body is for me?’’ He asks again, hissing out more curses every time he thrusts back into her, drawing louder and louder moans and cries.

‘’Yes, oh my god..’’ Y/N whines, wrapping her arms around his neck, digging her nose into his skin. Her sweet canary voice was something he wishes he could hear for all of eternity, and by now he already knew... He was going to make her his own little plaything.

‘’God?’’ Namjoon laughs as he speeds up, pounding her squelching cunt harder and harder at the mention of ‘god’. It was hilarious, how she could mention such a name at a time like this. ‘’No, my angel. The only name you should utter is Namjoon.’’ He snarled, digging his nails into the flesh of her hips, every thrust earning a sweet cry from her mouth. Skin to skin, harshly smacking together, the way her body bounced sinfully against his own. It was nothing but extraordinary.

‘’N-namjoon! Namjoon, oh fuck, please,’’ Her words were choked by her moans, shaky from the powerful momentum of his rocking hips. She felt the heat build in her lower stomach, his scorching cock rubbing and prodding her insides, not leaving a single inch of her untouched. ‘’Gonna cum!’’

‘’A filthy, fallen angel,’’ Namjoon moaned, pistoning his hips into her, the bookshelf rocking harshly every single time he crashed her body against it, books falling off to pile at the floor.

‘’You’re gonna cum for a demon, you’re gonna cum because of the cock of a creature of hell. You’re such a whore, my whore-- for eternity. That’s what you want to be, isn’t it?’’ He felt his own climax building gradually, kissing and biting at her collarbone.

‘’Beg to be my whore in hell, and I will bring you with me.’’

Y/N didn’t think it through. She didn’t have to. At this point, she had already given her entire being over to him, he wanted nothing else than to remain by his side for eternity-- even if it meant hell.

‘’I want to be yours, forever.. Use me everyday, me only, nobody else!’’ Y/N yells into his neck, placing kisses and possessive bites on his hot skin, ‘’Fill me up, claim me as your whore. Take me with you, Namjoon.’’

‘’Fuck, ohh fuck..!’’ Namjoon thrived in hearing her say exactly what he wished for, the verbal confirmation enough for him to drive his hips into her at an animalistic speed, forcing her own orgasm to erupt around his length. A silent cry that didn’t leave her throat, choked on a sob as she bit down on his shoulder as hard as she could muster, cunt spasming around his slick cock.

‘’My perfect little angel, my oh--’’ Namjoon’s words choked intro a strained moan, guttural and inhuman as his hips stuttered. He wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her body tightly against his own while his cock throbbed desperately inside, ropes of cum gushing out to fill her up to the brim until some of it was forced to drip out and pool at the floor beneath.

His cum was hot-- too hot, it burned like the fires of hell itself inside of her womb. He’d claimed her as his personal cocksleeve, and her body would no longer know any other man than Namjoon, the demon lord.

Namjoon remained still as he allowed his cock to rest inside of her for a long moment, the scorching sensation no longer painful-- but welcomed. He dropped down to his knees with a thud, Y/N still in his lap as he pulled back to look at her fucked out, blissed expression. She had nothing but awe in her eyes, and saw nobody but the demon in front of her.

‘’Y/N.’’ He said softly, brushing her hair away from her face. ‘’Come with me.’’

‘’Yes.’’ Y/N didn’t hesitate in her reply, nodding once. Her body trembled in his embrace, to which he simply smiled. Those damned, beautiful dimples once again pressing on his cheeks.

‘’I’m yours.’’

Namjoon’s smile grew wider, this time genuine. He almost didn’t look like he was a demon, but instead.. An angel.

But the swirling fire of red in his eyes reminded you that he was anything but holy.

He cupped your face in his heated hands, drawing you in for a deep kiss, his long forked tongue brushing and tasting every corner of your mouth.

A kiss to seal the deal.

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mingoyeob-archive · 3 years

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1 and 50 with oc😊

under the oak tree drabble game ⚔️🌳 to make up for my delayed release of part 3 of under the oak tree i’ve decided to do a drabble game! send me a number + any of the characters from under the oak tree and i’ll write you a drabble :)

jsfejfkhw these keep ending up longer than intended but I'm doing this for you anon <3 thank you so much for requesting!

I'm still taking requests guys if you want to send some in! check out my tag 'drabble game' to see which ones I've already done :)

1. “I can’t believe I’m doing this” + 50. “You’re lucky I love you” - jjk x reader - word count: 1.6k

Being new to Uwhen meant knowing practically no one. You would think living in a castle full of knights and servants and maids meant you would always have someone to keep you company, but no. Your naturally soft spoken ways and tendency to distance yourself from crowds only pushed you to hole yourself up in your room or hide outside amongst the courtyard and stables. Namjoon must've noticed how lost and lonely you always looked (it was his job to look after the castle and its tenants after all) because after your umpteenth walk around the garden that day, he took it upon himself to assign you a task that would, hopefully, put you in better spirits.

“Here, take this.” A small travel and a pair of petite leather gloves was shoved in your direction, dwarfed by Namjoon's hands as he held them out to you. You reared your head back in surprise, eyes fleeting back and forth between the items and his expectant face, “What are these for?”

“For you!” he exclaimed, eyes brightening and face breaking out into a dimpled smile.

You let out a noise of confusion and quirked an eyebrow, finger pointing to your chest in question, “For...me? What do I need these for?” You had no idea what had got into the man, he barely ever talked to you, always busy dealing with some issue in the kitchen or trying to order supplies. It made you feel kind of guilty, that was all stuff you should’ve been doing as the Lady of the Castle, but your lack of education and inability to manage money correctly made the tasks nearly impossible.

Namjoon just cleared his throat, dropping his outstretched hands when you showed no signs of taking them from him. “Well I figured, since you look so dreadfully bored, perhaps picking up a hobby would make you feel better. I believe gardening is a great way to pass the time.”

So cautiously you had taken them. Not even your father expected you to do manual labor back at home, so this was unheard of, “I can't believe I’m doing this.” you said. Namjoon let out a snort at your words before proceeding to show you the areas around the castle that needed the most help, not that you needed him too as you had already walked them probably a hundred times over. But still, from that day forward, you woke up early to garden and after three years you had rehabilitated the garden, the areas around the stables, pruned the shrubs and even pulled up a nasty infestation of weeds that surrounded the cobblestone pathways. But with your husband Jungkook finally coming home you had begun to put off your to-do list in a last ditch attempt to try and get to know him better, which was easier said than done.

You often compared Jungkook to the stone wall that surrounded the castle, hard to get through and constantly surrounded in a grey monotonous mood. Your efforts to hold a conversation with him were typically met with one word answers or a measly grunt which you learned, depending on the tone, was either a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Sometimes you couldn’t even tell if he was listening, which you could understand was hard since most of the times you caught him he was either in the middle of overseeing training or stuffing food in his mouth. Still, sometimes you wished he would take a second to hear you out; to want to get to know you as much as you wanted to know him.

So today you had decided to put a pause in your plan to discover your husband and instead went back to tackling your goal of finally fixing up the courtyard. There wasn’t really much to do in terms of the small area, the circular shape didn’t allow much except for a few benches and flower patches here and there. The most challenging part was the large oak tree that stood right in the middle surrounded by crinkled leaves and dying twigs. It was almost sad. Yoongi had told you the tree had been here as long as he can remember, probably a few hundred years.

“It didn’t always look like this, ya know. The old maids in the kitchen say it used to be the pride and joy of Uwhen. Hard to believe that now though.” His words had basically been a challenge, even if that hadn’t been his intention. By the end of this year, you were going to revive the tree no matter what it took.

And that was how Jungkook found you, covered in dirt and cutting at thick grass that surrounded the trunk of the tree. He was used to waking up in bed with your side empty, sheets neatly tucked and spot cold. But usually you would find your way to him by the middle of the day, telling him all about what you had spent doing around the castle, and even if he didn’t show it those times were the favorite part of his evening. Listening to your relaxing voice after a hard day of training with pestering young knights and sitting in war meetings was like being soothed by the softest melody. Oftentimes it left him speechless. How was he expected to compare your lovely stories to his boring responsibilities? He preferred listening to you rather than himself. You were probably only doing this out of pity anyway; why would you want to spend time with him when he so obviously made you uncomfortable judging by how tense and shaky you always were when in his presence.

The sound of his heavy boots crunching must’ve alerted you to his presence, your head whipping around and working fingers halting. Jungkook stood there awkwardly, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so openly, “Sorry. I’ll leave.” he said, turning on his heel.

But the small giggle you let out in response had him stopping in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat, “Why would you leave? This is your castle and you’re free to roam wherever you please. Just pretend I’m not here, I’m just fixing up the tree a bit.”

“Why would you want to do that?” Way to sound like an asshole, Jungkook thought. The wide expression you had at his question had him internally scrambling to correct himself, “I mean...it’s obviously dead. Why waste your time?” You shook your head and pulled the dirty gloves off your fingers to place them on the ground, “Well it's not a waste of time to me. It’s actually pretty fun! Here,” you extended a hand out to him from your spot on the ground, beckoning him forward. “Would you like to try?”

“Me?” he quirked an eyebrow and pointed a finger to his chest. Talk about deja vu you thought amused and let out a giggle,“Yes you! Come on, I'll show you how.”

Jungkook just stared at you with his signature steely gaze and for a second you assumed he was going to walk away, uninterested in having to spend more time with you than necessary. But you watched in surprise when instead he proceeded over to you, taking your hand as he sat cautiously down next to you on the ground. He wondered if you could hear his heart beating hard in his chest at feeling how dainty and perfect your hand fit into his.

For the rest of the day the two of you spent time sitting in the dirt, you showing him the correct way to cut out the invasive roots to prevent them from growing back or how to properly plant the seeds to make sure the rain didn’t wash them away. And for once, Jungkook actually looked like he was listening, taking the time to ask questions when he didn’t completely understand why you had to do something a particular way. One question actually had you throwing your head back in laughter, ugly snorts and squeaky noises escaping your throat at how amused you were.

You always did hate your laugh, but for some reason Jungkook was mesmerized at how beautiful you looked, too caught up in how the sunlight framed your face just perfectly and how the rays hit the expanse of perfect skin down the column of your neck. He must’ve not been paying attention and got distracted while trying to cut something from the ground, because the next thing you know he was letting out a hiss and you heard the thump as he recoiled his hand effectively dropping the small shears. You jumped towards him in concern, reaching out to take his hand in yours to inspect the wound on his finger.

“Oh! Are you alright, Jungkook?!” You say and pull the digit up to your face, turning it to fully grasp how serious the cut was.

Jungkook hadn’t responded at first, heart warmed by how worried you seemed. Your face was so close to his he became distracted again, only realizing you had asked a question when you peeked up at him waiting for a response. He nodded, “Yes. I’m fine. Just a cut.”

You tsked, “I think we might need to wrap it. We can come back later to clean up but right now let's take you to wash this off, hmm?” You gave him a small smile of confirmation.

Jungkook didn’t say much else as you two got up off the ground, following you back towards the castle. When he finally did utter something from behind you, his words made you gasp, “You’re lucky I love you.”

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fan-fantasies · 4 years

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Partners? (Namjoon smut)

Pairing?: Namjoon x virgin!reader (college! au)

Warnings?: SMUT, fingering, oral, bit of a daddy kink, virgin reader, swearing (i think thats it?)

Word count?:a little over 8k

A/N: Hey guys! Its been a bit, kinda crazy that its now that i wanna write. So just a life update, i’m back at college, we are doing in person classes so I’m not sure how busy i’ll be. Though on a better note i’ve been writing a lot for some reason and am only now feeling inspired to do so. Anyways, someone needs to stop me from writing smut, I suck so bad at it but here I am continuing to write. Anyways, i hope you guys enjoy. Maybe i’ll post something else later in the week or by the weekend, who knows. Thanks for all the love and support you give me and Heather, we really appreciate it! <3 ~Breezy

In the three years, you had been at your university you had honestly believed that college dorm sex was the worst kind of sex to have. Not only did you have to be slightly quieter as to not allude the other students around you of what you were doing, but you had to make sure that you timed it just right so your roommate wouldn’t walk in on you. The number of times you had walked in on your roommate and her boyfriend finishing up was honestly insanely high.Â

You and your roommate had been rooming together since your first year, you had moved into her room after your first roommate decided she wanted to party all the damn time. The two of you just seemed to click right away, you two had enough in common that you would stay up all night just chatting away. Usually talking about weird things and just end up going to bed without another word.

Today was another day, your writing workshop had seemed to take its toll on you seeing as though you were dragging your feet on the pavement, how you hadn’t tripped yet was beyond your logic. You let out a rather loud yawn as you trudged towards your dorm building which seemed to be much farther away then you remember.

“Hey!”A voice called from behind you, it took you a moment to realize that someone was talking to you. Stopping in your tracks, you turn and see a tall figure jogging towards you. You instantly recognize him by his blonde hair, he usually sits next to you in your workshop class. Namjoon was his name.

When he finally caught up to you, he stopped to catch his breath, “Damn, I’m out of shape,” he pants before standing back up fully. He was tall, practically towering over you.

“Sorry to just run up to you,” he begins, “but I know we will be having a group project soon and I enjoy your writing so I was wondering if you would want to work with me?” He says looking at you, there was a small smile on his face.

You had done proofreading on his work before, it was honestly amazing but you weren’t sure what he saw in your work.

“Y-Yeah! Sure, I would like to work with you,” you smile, “I enjoy your work too!” You follow up as you watch his smile grow and small dimples appear.

“Awesome!”He exclaims, “Can I have your number? So we can talk about times to meet up or maybe throw ideas at each other.”

You’re too mesmerized by his cute smile to say words, so you simply nod at his question. Both of you exchange numbers before you both go into different directions.

You were lucky that Namjoon had stopped you to talk because if he hadn’t, you likely would have walked in on your roommate and her boyfriend having their sexy time. Unlocking the door, you enter, seeing the two of them in bed just kinda chatting but you knew they were likely naked under those blankets. You kept your eyes from looking in that direction as you walk towards your side of the room.

Your roommate had greeted you, which you happily reply with a simple greeting. You knew the two of them would go back to chatting until they either fell asleep or he would get dressed and leave. You put your earbuds into your ears and began to read over the assignment that was given for another class and began to work on it. Engrossed in the music, your head thinking about nothing but the assignment until you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“It’s time for dinner, wanna go to the cafe?” Your roommate asked, typically you both went together or ate in the room.

“Yeah just give me a second,” you answer as you get yourself to a good stopping point before grabbing all the things you needed for dinner.

The walk with filled with chaotic chatter as usual, though she did apologize for you nearly walking in on them again.

“Me and him just have awful timing,” she admits, “and we can’t do anything in his room cause his roommate is literally always around,” she explains with a shrug.

You nod, “Yes well, please for the love of all things, just text me when you think you’re gonna start anything.” You plead, “Then at least I can wait an hour or something so I don’t have to see any more than I already do.” You both laughed for a few moments before entering the building that seemed rather quiet for the time of day.

After grabbing your plate of food and finding an empty table you both sat together enjoying each other company more than the food.

“Hey (y/n),”

You glance behind you, surprised to see Namjoon standing behind you. “Oh hey Namjoon,” he was smiling,

“Do you mind if I join you two? I wanted to run something by you for the project,” you glance over to your roommate who was clearing giving signs to let this poor man sit.

“Sure take a seat,”you tell him, “Oh Namjoon, this is my roommate,” you introduce both of them. Your roommate seemed more interested in trying to leave you two alone to talk then actually making a friend. She stood up, grabbing all her things, before leaving she whispers in your ear,

“He’s cute! You better be getting some of that,” she giggles before walking off not giving you a chance to explain that it was nothing like that.

“Sorry about her, she can be a little weird,” you apologize to him, he only laughed a little before you both began talking about your project.

“I don’t know about you, but I find myself writing more romance style novels then I do anything,” he laughs nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

You sat there thinking about it, “I’ve never really written a romance style thing before,” you trail, you were more into writing horror and fantasy then you were anything.

“I enjoy horror and fantasy,” you explain looking down at your hands. You weren’t exactly expecting the reaction you had gotten.

“That's wonderful!,” He began to jot notes down in his book, “Why don’t we try to write the most obscure story? Some sort of romance horror story,” he suggests.

There were a few moments of silence while you thought it over, a horror romance novel? That seemed a bit out there but then again, your writing wasn’t too far off from being “out there”.

“That sounds kind of fun~,” you tell him. His beautiful bright smile appeared on his face causing a blush to appear on your cheeks. What a truly interesting project this would be.

You hadn’t even noticed that people were slowly leaving the dining room area, the both of you too engrossed on trying to come up with the perfect idea. It wasn’t until the staff came over and told you it was nearly closing time that you realized how long you had been sitting at the same table. In that period, you had brainstormed five potential ideas. Honestly, you didn’t believe that you could be so productive with anyone.

“Namjoon, your some sort of genius,” you say as the two of you walk back towards the dorm buildings,

He laughs and shakes his head, “Well I wouldn’t say I’m a genius,” he began, “We can work really well together which is just a good thing,” he tries to explain, you figured he didn’t know how to word his statement but you understood what he meant. It was a relief to think someone so great had wanted to be your partner, since you last partner did none of the work and royally screwed you over.

“Do you want to meet up tomorrow?” He asks, “To brainstorm some more,” he quickly adds . You thought for a moment only to remember tomorrow was the worst day of the week.

“I won’t be able to till pretty late. My last class gets out around seven,” you sigh glancing up at him,

He just gave you a nod, “Why don’t we meet up tomorrow after your class for a little bit? I don’t mind staying up a little later,” he suggests,

You weren’t sure if your body could carry you that long, “I don’t know Joon~,” you trail, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to function after such a long day,” you try to reason,

It was clear he understood but he seemed a bit taken back, “Joon?” He questioned, your eyes went wide with shock,

“O-Oh, I’m sorry… I tend to give people nicknames and I don’t ever ask if its okay,” you blurt out in hopes you didn’t actually offend him.

He just laughed, “No it’s alright, I like that a lot,” he answer causing a huge weight to lift from your chest.

“How about this? We meet up tomorrow, a friend of mine works at a small diner right down the street. He would give us a place in the back if we wanted to work and we can get something to eat,” he says, “if the time comes and your tired then we won’t go,” he concludes. You decided to just tell him yes, not like it was a hard choice.

You both said your goodbyes before entering your building and heading towards your room. Your roommate was sitting on her bed, laptop on her lap as she scrolled through Facebook. Her face lit up when she saw you,

“Spill it!” She squealed looking at you hoping for some juicy details of a ‘hook up’.

You raised your eyebrow, “There is nothing to spill,” you tell her, “We sat and talked about our project,”

She groaned loudly, for some reason she was always trying to convince you to sleep with someone. “Come on girl!” She shrieks, “You need to get some of him!” She put her laptop onto her bed and turned to face you. “He’s super cute and I’m pretty sure he likes you,”

You knew she was happy for you but she honestly tended to be a little over the top about it.

“Just forget about it, he’s my project partner,” you didn’t say anything else, you got your bag ready for you long day of classes.

You knew you were asleep, but this dream felt so real to you. The library was quiet, you really enjoyed studying on the second floor of the library cause no one typically ventured down this far. It almost felt like a secret spot to you.

“You like this spot too?” A voice asked, you knew it was Namjoon, you didn’t even have to look up from your book.

“Its quiet and no one can distract me,” you explain continuing to let your eyes scan the book in front of you.

“Can I join you?” You gave him a nod before he pulled a chair up next to you. The both of you studying in silence for what seemed like forever, it was peaceful and calming. That was until you felt his large hand on your knee.

You froze at the sudden contact, finally glancing up from your book only to see him reading his as if nothing was happening.

“N-Namjoon?” You stammer trying to keep yourself calm and to not over think it. He glanced over from his book, only to send you a wink before going back to his reading. What in the world was happening?

You went back to your reading only to feel his hand creep higher up your leg, now reaching your mid thigh. You felt you stomach twist, not in disgust but in excitement. You tried so desperately to focus on your reading. Though his hand just kept creeping higher until reaching the apex of your thigh. You bit your lip, gently squeezing your legs together. His hand squeezed your thigh, he clicked his tongue in displeasure. Using his strength he pried your legs apart, though you didn’t try to fight back, it was easy to say you weren’t apposed to this happening.

Once again looking up from your book, you finally saw him looking at you. His eyes blown with lust, it took your breath away.

“Joon?” You whisper softly as he sets his book down.

He chuckles, “Keep reading babygirl, and remember keep quiet,” he mumbles, “this is a library,”

You aren’t sure what his plan is until you feel his hand creep up and begin to unbutton you jeans. You cheeks begin to heat up but you don’t protest, it almost turned you on more. You continue to try to focus on your book as he shimmy you jeans down your legs. Eventually his hand found its way between your thighs, his long fingers gently rubbing over your clothed core. You held back a moan, you had never been touched like this by anyone.

He felt you tense up and could clearly see the wet spot starting to appear on your underwear,

“Someones excited,” he chuckles glancing up at you, “Have you thought about this, me touching you like this?” He whispers now expecting an answer,

You nod your head, “Y-Yes,” you whimper out, you wanted more, you NEEDED more.

“Now be a good girl and start reading to me, don’t miss a word or I’ll stop,” you couldn’t believe your ears, he wanted you to read? You felt him move your underwear aside, his fingers dipping down through your wet folds. You whimper softly,

“You heard me baby, start reading,” he growls lowly causing a shiver to run down your spine. Slowly you begin to read where you left off, reading something about the Egyptian gods and how the society revolved around them. You had honestly stoped paying attention up until this point.

As you continued to read, his fingers ran through your folds collecting you wetness before gently making circles on your clit. The low moan that left you lips was unintentional and not something you had hoped would come from you but you continued to read.

“You’re so wet baby,” Namjoon mumbles as he kisses your inner thigh, his fingers now trailing towards your entrance before he slowly interested a finger into you.

You couldn’t help but stop reading, you knew if you continued the moan that would have escaped your lips would have alerted the who library. Just like he said, he stoped when you didn’t continue reading.

“What did I tell you babygirl?” He huskily asks, you began to pant unsure if you can answer.

“P-Please daddy,” you whine, “just give me a minute, i-i’ll keep reading~ I promise,” the fact that you had just uttered those words even surprised you seeing as though you didn’t think that was something you were that into.

He gave you a curt nod, “You better beautiful, or I won’t move,” you tried desperately to catch your breath but it took a few moments until you found yourself reading again. Once you began to read, Namjoon slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you. It took every inch of you to not stop or to stumble on your words.

It wasn’t until he added a second finger where things started to go down hill. You began to stutter, soft moans began to leave your lips.

“P-Please, can I stop reading?” You beg hoping to get an answer you liked.

He just chuckled as he stopped his motion, “Why should I let you stop baby?” He teased looking up at you, you didn’t have an answer to his question.

“You gotta study babygirl,” he teases as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you.

“P-Please daddy, I wanna watch you,” you whine causing him to stop,

“You like this?” He begins to move his fingers faster, you put your book down. “If you aren’t gonna read you’re gonna look right at me,” he says looking you directly in the eyes. You gave him a nod locking eyes with him. While keeping eye contact, slowly he leans forward leaving a single kitten like on your clit, almost testing the waters. You bit your tongue to hold back the moan that would have escaped.

Without warning he went straight in, sucking your clit between his lips.

“o-oh fuck,” you whimper as you try to keep eye contact with him, the feeling of his lips harshly sucking on you, while pumping his fingers into you. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. When he finally inserted a third finger, your head rolled back a moan finally leaving your lips. You felt him gently slap your thigh to gain your attention,

“Eyes on me babygirl, I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum on my fingers,” you felt yourself get closer to your release,

“Fuck, are you gonna cum babygirl? I feel you tightening around my fingers.” He groans, “You like doing this in public don’t you? You like the idea of getting caught, don’t you?” He taunts, you moan not able to form words,

“Answer me,” he growls against your clit as he gently nibbles on it,

“Yes daddy, I like it,” you whines out softly, he chuckled sending vibrations straight to your core.

“I knew you did you slut,” his words only pushing you closer to the edge,

“I’m so close,” you moan, “Please daddy, let me cum,” you beg, he groans at the sound of you begging.

“Go on babygirl, cum for daddy,” he groaned out move his fingers faster. The look in his eyes was enough to throw you over the edge, your legs began to shake as you finally reached your climax. He helped you through your high, working his fingers slowly in and out of you until you finally came down.

“What a good girl~”

Your eyes snapped open, you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, you hated wet dreams…. You grumbled to yourself as you looked at your phone and saw that it was seven o’clock, thirty minutes before your alarm as to go off.

“God damn it,” you mumble under your breath as you get out of bed, deciding to take a shower to start the day and maybe you might be able to deal with the aching between your legs.

Your day had honestly started off alright considering waking up earlier than intended. Your first three classes went by rather well, though you had two more to go. Between walking from building to building you stopped into the cafeteria to grab a quick snack seeing as though you wouldn’t be eating until eight o’clock tonight when you met with Joon.

In your rush to get in and out quickly, you ran into something solid,

“(Y/n)? You alight?” A concerned voice asked, you nodded before looking up,

“Yeah, I’m alright Hobi,” you say, “I’m sorry for running into you, I’m in a bit of a rush,” you explain to him, he smiled his bright smile before speaking,

“No harm done! I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at the club meeting!” He say as you rush off. Hobi was president of a dance club that you had been apart of since your freshmen year, but it wasn’t until Hobi came around that you guys ever did anything. You were finally doing shows and competitions, it was honestly the most amazing thing. The both of you bonded over a duet you did together that would be considered pretty risky for just friends to do. Ever since then you two were honestly the best of friends.

Rushing towards your next class you munched on a piece of toast, you weren’t running late but if you walked slow enough you would be. You just kept telling yourself that you were almost done and soon you would be meeting with your cute new friend.

Seven o’clock came around and you were trying your best to keep yourself awake, you last class had a quiz that you had completely forgot about and it honestly took everything out of you.

“Hey (y/n),” Namjoon says as he meets you outside of the school building.

You yawn and smile, “Hi Joon,” he frowns, he can clearly see that you were tired.

“Let me take you to your room,” he says with his usual smile, you looked at him in confusion,

“N-No, Joon lets go do our project,” you yawn as you begin to walk, he stops you by gently grabbing your hand,

“Why don’t we go to your room, we can work there if you want,” he says, you nodded sleepily. You must have been that sleepy to invite the boy your roommate shipped you with back to your room. This was a disaster waiting to happen.

Namjoon walked with you into your room, your roommate was no where in sight. Weird, she must have been at her boyfriends room…

“Make yourself at home,’ you yawn as you set you bag down by your desk and promptly take a seat on your bed.

“Fuck~” Namjoon mutters as he checks his phone,

“Whats wrong?” You ask sleepily, you kinda cuddling into your bed.

“My roommates girlfriend is over, meaning I need to find a place to crash tonight,” he mumbles clearly not happy about the predicament.

Without thinking you spoke up, “Stay here,” he seems to freeze in his place, “I don’t mind,” you yawn again now laying down in the bed.

“A-Are you sure (y/n)? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he reasons with you. You pat the empty space next to you, honestly not caring what he did.

He must have realized no work was getting done tonight, because the lights went out and you felt him lay behind you. You could tell he was trying to keep his distance like a gentleman but you weren’t a fan of personal space.

A soft yawn escaped your lips as you cuddled closer to his chest, you had always liked being warm when you slept and he was practically radiating heat. Namjoon tensed up behind you, unsure of what to do mainly because he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. Though he felt himself slowly drift to sleep, his arm gently draping over your waist gently. He could help but feel butterflies in his stomach, it was true he found you cute and that he may have gained a crush on you in the small amount of time you knew each other. Though he wasn’t going to complain about what was happening, no way in hell but he just hoped when you both woke up you things wouldn’t be too awkward.

You heard the door slowly open, at what you assumed was, early that next morning. You didn’t pay much mind to it seeing as though you were so comfortable and warm in your bed. The soft giggles of your roommate were faint as you slowly began to wake up from your peaceful sleep. You had begun to realize that you pillow was a bit harder then usual…You eyes fluttered open only to find that your pillow was, in fact, the hard chest that belonged to none other then Namjoon. You knew nothing had happened last night, and that this was nothing more.

“What time is it?” You groan quietly to your roommate,

“A little after seven,” she says just as quietly, “I see you had a fun night,” she teased,

You stuck your tongue out at her, “No, he came over to work on our project and I fell asleep, his roommate had his girlfriend over and needed a place to crash.” You tell her as quietly as you could without waking the gentle giant. Your roommate still giggled and went to her side of the room, you assumed to get ready for the class she had today.

You took this moment to look up at Joons sleeping face, his hair was slightly disheveled and his lips slight agape. Every so often he would softly snore and shift a little. You honestly wished you could have this view all the time. You watched for as he slowly began to wake up, his eyes fluttered open.

A small smile formed on his lips, “Morning,” he mumbled lowly in his deep morning voice.

“Morning Joon,” you say just as softly as you slowly try to sit up, instead he slowly pulls you back,

“Stay for a bit longer,” he groans as he seems to close his eyes again. You honestly didn’t fight him, though you knew your roommate wasn’t gonna let you live it down. It wasn’t much longer until your eyes fluttered shut again and you fell asleep.

You woke up again, this time to a tickling feeling against your neck. It didn’t take you long to realize that it was Namjoon’s breath against your neck. His face was buried into your neck, his lips ridiculously close to touching your skin. You tried so hard to control your breathing, to ignore the feeling of arousal starting to pool between your legs. Just the idea of his lips on your neck was enough to cause said aching between your legs.

Namjoon groans in his sleep, shifting closer to you, his lips now brushing gently against the nape of your neck. You bit your lip in order to hold back the whimper that was rising from your throat. This man had no idea what he was doing to you. You continued to feel his lips lightly brush against your neck for a few moment, holding back was becoming incredibly hard. You wanted to move but his arm was securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him, maybe he was aware of what he did to you…

You tried to push that thought away from you there was no way he knew, well that’s what you thought. Not seconds later did his lips press against your neck, not roughly but just enough that a the whimper you had been holding back finally made an appearance. His lips didn’t move, it was clear that he was still asleep.

“J-Joon,” you whisper out in hopes that maybe he would wake up, He just groaned in his sleep, his lips continuing to graze your neck.

“Namjoon,” you breath out, trying to hide your embarrassment, you honestly couldn’t believe that something this simple was turning you on. Slowly he began to shift, his lips moving away from you now as his eyes opened.

“(Y/N)?” He groans as he slowly wakes up, you sat there trying to catch your breath. You heart was still pounding in your chest,

“Are you okay?” He asked, clear concern laced in his voice.

You nod your head, “Y-Yeah, just woke up from a weird dream,” you stammer out trying to keep yourself calm. He sits up looking at you, he was worried about you clearly.

“I’m alright, I promise,” you say, “do you have class today? We can do some of our project today.” You say trying to change the subject. He rubs his eyes, before shaking his head,

“I have a club meeting tonight but that’s about it,” he replies, he keeps an arm wrapped around you as you chatted,

“You’re in a club?” You question, you assumed he was in some sort of ‘smart person’ club but you wouldn’t actually admit that out loud.

“A childhood friend wanted me to join a club with him,” he says with a nod,

“Who’s your friend? If you don’t mind me asking,” you ask honestly kinda curious to see if you know them.

“His names Hoseok,” he says with a shrug,

You sat there shocked for a second, “Wait, Jung Hoseok?” You ask, when he nodded you nearly had a heart attack, “You’re joining the dance club?” You blurted, you really hoped he didn’t take offense to that.

He laughed and nodded, “Yes, I know it’s a bit strange. He roped a bunch of our friends together to do some sort of dance together,” he laughed, “He even managed to ask our friend Seokjin and Yoongi to come back to join it,” He explained, now you were interested,

“Wait, Min Yoongi?” You ask, “The music production major, who on the last day literally cussed out the professor?” You squack, causing the both of you to laugh. His laugh was honestly adorable to say the least.

“Yes that Yoongi,” he confirmed, “We all became friends at a young age and we all just kinda stayed together I guess.” He chuckled, you smiled hearing that. You didn’t have many friends growing up, and the ones you did lost contact and you all just kinda faded away. Not like you really cared seeing as though you never really liked having friends anyways.

“I didn’t realize he would be someone to be into dancing,” you mutter causing Namjoon to chuckle, there were no other words spoken for a few moments.

Eventually, the both of you began to work on your project. You both of you throwing ideas back and forth of the strangest thing.

“Hear me out,” you begin with a giggle, “What about these two friends live together, and one of them becomes possessed by a demon,” you explain, “the demon sees that the friend it’s possessing is madly in love with the other. So it spends all its time trying to get them together,” you conclude looking at his face for any sort of thought.

A bright smile spread across his face, “Thats amazing! It’s perfect!” He says happily, jotting it all down in his notes. The both of you continued to work for most of the day, it seemed like both of your minds just joined together as one.

Before you realized it, it was nearly time for you to head to club.

He began to pack up his things, “So I’ll see you there?” He asked with a happy smile, you gave him a happy nod before saying goodbye. Once he left, you threw on your more dance worthy clothing before grabbing your water bottle and keys, before locking your door and leaving.

You were one of the first to arrive after Hobi, he was quick to run to you and engulf you into the tightest hug imaginable.

You were happy to give him an even bigger hug, “Hobi!” You squeal happily, his cute laugh filled the room as you both just stood embracing each other. Though it honestly hadn’t been that long since you had seen him, you both often greeted each other this way.

It was honestly the one thing you looked forward to. If it weren’t for Hobi, you wouldn’t be the person you were today. As you waited for the rest of the club, the both of you stretched and spoke together about the things you had done over your summer or just random things that you both had been up to.

Eventually a few stragglers came in before the large group of boys that you were kind of familiar with. The three you recognized was, of course, Namjoon who walked beside Yoongi. You had only seen him a few times, Yoongi was pretty quiet when he wasn’t with his friends. You had nearly worked a project with him, a singer was needed, you had auditioned but the day you were asked to go in they had turned everyone away. He had decided to do something different.

The last person you recognized was Jimin, you had met him through the club. He was a true sweetheart and was honestly a dance god. You honestly envied his talent, he was an amazing dancer with so much passion. You had both danced together once, you had nearly won a competition his first time doing the club.

Hoseok’s voice filled the room as he greeted his friends from where he was standing, you could tell he was extremely happy to see that they had actually decided to show up. He waved you over with a wide smile, you cautiously walk over not exactly sure how this would go over.

“Guys! This is (Y/N), she’s another good friend of mine!” He introduces, you gave an awkward smile and wave as they all introduced themselves. Jimin greeted you with a sweet hug as the others just kinda waved.

“I’m just so glad you guys are here!” He cheers with a giggle, each person broke into a pretty wide smile. This years club was going to be an interesting one, you could tell.

A few months had gone by, Namjoon and yourself had gotten closer than ever. If you squinted you would honestly think you were an actual couple, well most people believed that you were anyways. You were always together, either working on your project or just hanging out together. Hobi had noticed the two of you getting close, so he decided to make you dance partners. It was honestly the most amazing thing to happen, it only brought you two closer together.

So close that your roommate just wouldn’t stop teasing you, asking when you were finally gonna take things to the next step. You obviously told her that you both weren’t in that kind of relationship, she would just roll her eyes and continue to tease you.

Today was like any other day, except today you stayed in his room. The both of you sat in his bed watching a random movie that played on his computer. You two often did this on the weekends, it was a way for you to de-stress and just spend time away from everyone.

Though something was different, Namjoon seemed nervous. He arm was slung over your shoulder, you wanted so desperately to cuddle into his side.

Recently the stresses of college had really gotten to you, all the work and projects you had to get done where starting to take its tole. You hadn’t been sleeping well, you hadn’t been eating well and honestly you had gone a week or so without interacting with anyone, that included going to your favorite club.

“Are you okay?” Joon questions snapping you out of your thoughts. You didn’t speak for a few seconds, the only sound to be heard was the sound of the tv.

“I’m alright,” you finally answer, “I’m just glad to be finally having a break from everything.” You whisper softly, he gave a small nod before pulling you closer to his side. The faint smell of his cologne fulled your nose instantly calming you down.

“Thanks Joonie,” you mumble snuggling into him more, if that’s even possible. You heard him chuckle a little. You glanced up to him, much to your surprise he was looking at you, his dimpled smile showing. You found yourself glancing down at his lips a few times, honestly wondering if they were a soft as they looked. He seemed to notice you gaze rather quickly, he was always a little slow when it came to the signs but he could see that this was something you might have wanted. He slowly leans towards you, his lips now extremely close to yours.

“N-Namjoon,” you whisper, looking into his dark eyes. Concern filled them for a second, afraid he had done something wrong. “Kiss me, please,” you tell him, not wanting to wait another second. He seems frozen at your request, so you took the leap of faith. Gently you connected your lips together, it was clear that the both of you were nervous.

The kiss lasted only a few seconds, before he pulled away slowly, you heart was beating out of your chest. Before you knew it, his hands gently grabbed your waist, pulling you onto his lap you legs straddling him. One of his hands sat gently on your side while the other caressed the back of your neck. He pulls you back in for another kiss, this one passionate and showed all the feelings he had. His hand held you close as his tongue gently snaked his way into your mouth. Was this was really happening?

You couldn’t help but involuntarily rolling your hips against his causing the both of you to moan into each others mouths. You finger tangled in his hair holding him as close as you could get him. Was this actually happening? You’d never done this with anyone before but you weren’t going to stop, this felt way too right.

You pulled away from his lips, both of you trying to catch your breath. Cautiously his lips trailed down your neck, leaving feather light kisses everywhere that he could. You let out a soft sign, the feeling foreign but pleasant. As he became more confident in himself, his lips pressed harder onto your neck occasionally sucking and nipping at the skin cause soft moans to slip past you lips. His hands began to wander cautiously, giving you an opportunity to stop him at any time. You hadn’t planed to stop him, even after his hands began to wander under your shirt touching your bare waist. He pulled away from your neck, looking you in the eyes asking for permission. You simply nodded, you didn’t have to say words the both of you could practically feel each others energies.

His lips connected to yours again, you grabbed the edge of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and off of you. The kiss continued for a few moments before he too shed his shirt. Your hands began to trail his toned stomach, he was so well built…

A groan escaped his lips as a hands began to trail up towards your chest, his hands cupping your cloth covered breasts gently almost testing the waters. Once again his lips trailed down your neck heading towards your semi-exposed chest. Taking this chance, you reach behind to unclasp your bra letting it fall from your chest. He doesn’t hesitate to let his lips wander further down until his lips attached to one of your nipples. You couldn’t stop the moan that trembled from your lips causing him to glance up at you and pull away,

“You gotta be quiet, we don’t need everyone hearing,” he chuckled with a small smirk causing wetness to pool between your legs. He left a few kitten likes against your nipple before seeing your reaction, “Unless you want everyone to know.” This caused another moan to surface giving him the answer he was looking for. He used his strength to lay you down on your back, him hovering above you. His lips continuing to assault your breasts, leaving small love bites and soft kisses as he worked his way down towards you stomach.

“Joon, please,” you whine softly trying to keep your voice down. He left light kisses near your navel as he slowly began to pull down your sweatpants. Lifting your hips off the bed to help get your pants off. He wasted no time, leaving light kisses against you thighs leaving your body shaking with anticipation. He silently drank in your form before leaning down kissing near the waistband of your panties, he glances up at you almost silently asking for permission which you happily gave him. He pulled them down your legs carefully, you hear him audibly groan at the sight of you.

“You’re so wet baby,” he groans as he begins to kiss your thighs again making his way higher and higher. He parts your legs, placing them on his shoulders as he dives in. His tongue automatically finding your clit, you bit your lip silencing the cry that the whole building would likely had heard. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding on for dear life, his mouth felt amazing.

“H-Holy shit, that feels so good,” you moan softly, you felt him smile against you, occasionally groaning as he continued to eat you out. The closer you to to your high, which was a lot faster than you would hope, the harder it became to hold back your moans.

“Joon, I’m so close, please,” you beg trying to keep your voice down as low as you could, your grip in his hair tightened causing him to groan. You hips bucked up against his face, trying to chase your orgasm. He flattens his hands against your stomach, pinning you down so you couldn’t move. This only brought you closer, after a few moments of chasing your much needed orgasm he growls against you,

“Cum for me, baby,” That was all it took before you were thrown over the edge, the idea of him being able to bring you to an orgasm with just his tongue only seemed to intensify it.

“Joon,” you whine as you came down from your high but his ministrations didn’t stop. You tried to push him away but he held you down. It was only a moment before he from between your legs, crawling up your body and kissing you lustfully. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as you fought for dominance. His fingers gently touched your sensitive clit causing you to gasp against his lips, he pulls away slightly,

“Relax baby,” he whispers, “I have to prep you for me,” he nips at your neck, as his fingers trail down towards your entrance you grab his hand.

A faint blush crept on your cheeks, now feeling embarrassed, his eyes softened.

“What’s wrong?” He asked genuinely concerned about this, you covered your face in embarrassment.

“I-I’m a virgin,” you mumble, gently he moved your hands from your face. He looks directly into your eyes, you could only see love in his eyes.

“It’s alright,” he kisses your cheek sweetly, “If you want to stop we can, I don’t wanna rush you,” he begins, “If not, I will be really gentle alright? I would never hurt you,” he whispers, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You couldn’t believe he actually cared that much for you….

“Please keep going,” you whisper, “I trust you,” you watch as his smile grew wider, the love in his eyes only grew brighter.

“Then I will be really gentle, you just have to tell me if I’m hurting you,” he says; you give him a nod of understanding before he continued. His lips connected to yours once more in a quick kiss before he gently laid his forehead against yours, his finger circling your entrance. You gave him a small nod while looking into his eyes. He took the first step, slowly inserting a finger into you. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling to start with, kinda uncomfortable but the longer you adjusted. You knew this was just the beginning though.

Slowly he began to move his finger, testing the water to see how you were feeling, the moan that escaped your lips seemed to egg him on. His pace slowly quickened, before slowly entering a second finger into the mix. He halted his motions for a few moments,

“You’re doing so well beautiful,” he whispered in your ear, along with a few other encouraging words that seemed to shoot a tingling sensation right down to your core.

“M-Move, please,” you whine not wanting him to hold back any more. He took that as his cue, starting a slow almost teasing pace that drove you crazy. Though the slow pace didn’t exactly last too long, it began to pick up. His eyes never left yours, watching as your face would contort in please just by the flex of his fingers.

“J-Joon,” you moan, “I want you,” he didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed himself off the bed, finding a condom not in his desk but his roommates. This made you giggle,

“he won’t notice, the guy goes through them like candy,” he grumbles as he pulls down his sweatpants and boxers. His hard cock hits his stomach, the tip already leaking pre-cum as he put the condom on and hovered above you.

“This will hurt a little, alright? But just for a minute,” he advices as he lined up with your entrance. Once he slowly began to sink into you, holding back tears you pulled him closer to you burying you face into the crook of his neck. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you laid together adjusting to his size, the pain slowly turned into a dull ache and eventually nearly nothing.

“Y-You can move,” you tell him as he pecks your lips. Slowly he pulls himself out and back in, setting a slow pace just to start out. Soft moans continued to flow from your lips, trying so hard to keep quiet but it was proving a harder task than you thought.

He kept the slow pace for a few minutes, the he began to speed up until he was nearly pounding into you. All you could do was moan his name as you were, once again, building up towards your orgasm. Namjoon left soft kisses against your neck, leaving love bites in his wake,

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He growls against your neck,

You hold back the loud moan you were threatening to let out, “yes,” you moan, “Yes daddy,” you whimper, you felt his tense slightly at the name he was just called. A blush crept up your neck and to your cheeks, you honestly believed you had screwed up.

“Call me that again,” he groans into your ear as he began to snap his hips forward thrusting deeper than before.

“Daddy,” you whine, “I’m so close please,” you sob trying to keep your cries to a dull roar but you were ultimately failing. He continues to thrust, now rougher than ever but you could tell that the name was really getting to him. You could feel the knot in your stomach endlessly tightening but it wasn’t enough, you needed something else. Almost as if he read your mind, his hand snuck down between your bodies, his finger tips drawing tight circles on your clit.

“Come on baby,” he groans, “Cum for daddy,” he growls while making eye contact with you. You felt the knot snap, you pull Namjoon down into a suffocating kiss, muting the loud moan that escaped as you found your release. Namjoon followed behind, as he felt your walls tighten around him his thrust got sloppy, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Shit, fuck,” he groans into your neck as he released into the condom. His thrusts continued until he nearly collapsed on top of you. The both of you panting, trying to catch your breath. Before he got to comfy he tied the condom off and threw it in the trash. He pulled the blankets over the both of you, and pulled you towards his chest, his heart was still racing.

“That was amazing,” you say softly, cuddling into his chest. He only nodded in agreement, taking a few minutes to figure out what he wanted to say. That was until the sound of his door unlocking brought you both out of your daze.

You weren’t prepared for who walked in.

“Woah, what the fuck…” a familiar voice said, the both of you glanced over only to see your roommate and her boyfriend walk in.

“No fucking way!” Your roommate squeals in, honest to god, joy. You buried your face into Namjoon’s chest to hide the deep red blush that appeared.

“Can you guys like, leave?” Namjoon asked, hoping that they wouldn’t over stay their welcome. The both of them laughed, his roommate grabbing a few things before heading back towards the door,

“So this is what it feels like to be walked in on?” He mumbled causing you and Joon to laugh. When the two of them left, leaving you two alone did he finally speak.

“I want to take you out,” he mumbles, “Please… I kind of did this in the wrong order,” he rubbed the back of his neck. You giggled at him, his nervousness was honestly the cutest thing.

“I would love to go out Joonie,” you say kissing his cheek, “Now can we take a nap?” You ask with a giggle. He gave a wide smile before nodding.

“Of course beautiful,” he whispers as the both of you lay down, he pulls you into his warm chest before the both of you fall asleep.

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…〔𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬〕…

FINAL, PT. TWO.

Having an unrequited crush on Soobin was difficult, but you manage to make them hidden so he’s oblivious. It’s getting harder though, since each time you see him, you fall deeper into his mesmerizing eyes. You want to get rid of your feelings for him, so you grow closer to a boy named Beomgyu. However, when your one of your best friends, Sunhye asks you to back away so she can have a chance with Soobin, everything inevitably comes crashing down on you.

intro / one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / finale, pt. 1 / finale, pt. 2

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Pairing: Beomgyu x Reader (female) x Soobin

Genre: 3 cups of angst and 50 cups of fluff !!

Warnings: self-harm, blood, being sick, fluffy fluff fluff cheesy stuff, and some cringy angst ofc

(If curious, read my thoughts as the end of this part.)

Playlist: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You, Something, Still Into You, Confession, Crazy For You

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You saw him.

You actually saw him.

“Y/N, hey! Come back, you’re sick!”

You didn’t listen.

“It’s raining outside, don’t go!”

But how could you not?

You finally saw him for the first time in weeks.

Seeing his squishy cheeks form a tiny dimple as you ran up to him with all of the strength you had left in your body- the ones you love to pinch so much whenever he felt down... seeing his doe eyes widen upon laying eyes on you- the ones that sparkled whenever you mentioned ice cream or bread... seeing his bright beam reflect off yours when you told him about an accomplishment of something you’ve worked hard for- the one that you grew to adore along the way of being his best friend... it was so easy to run up to him like it was nothing despite what happened.

He was right there in front of you, you couldn’t lose this chance you’ve anticipated for so long.

For the first few seconds, you were actually... okay? Okay- the type where you believed you were happy. You were fine, you felt like you were doing well! You were fine because you saw him and his smile that was as radiant as him. You were doing well because he was happy, really. He was happy... right? That smile on his face said everything. As if you didn’t discover you had a fever earlier, you thought everything was going to be okay until you saw the regret color his bright cheeks.

Dark flowers bloomed at the front of his face as he hid his eyes with long bangs, gazing down immediately once you arrived. His smile faltered for a few seconds before turning into a deep frown. Of course seeing him made you happy, didn’t it? It obviously should have; you expected that the euphoria on cloud nine which came from this situation would last for a while.

His voice trembled when he finally spoke up, not being able to look you straight in the eyes as he murmured:

“Y/N, my heart isn’t ready to see you yet.”

But that... it didn’t bring you true happiness after a few seconds. It didn’t bring you a big smile to grow on your face while his gradually broke off. It was what you feared the most, but one you knew deep down was the truth. Soobin still must’ve been mad at you, right? And most definitely, happiness was just a simple emotion to use right now, wasn’t it? Instead of what you had expected, it brought tugging at your heart strings, pulling back and forth just to try and pull it out of your chest and into the puddles below. You would let it wither and break even just to bask in the sight of him happy again.

What you needed to realize most in that moment was that ‘what’s done is done and nothing can change that,’ an epiphany that hadn’t clicked from before. You’ve hurt him, and there’s nothing you can do about it even if you gave up your entire self. You could’ve had this relationship with Soobin, but eventually you would become unhappy seeing Beomgyu with another person. Just- all you wanted, all you wanted right now was to go back in time and forgive everyone because that was the best thing to do in lieu of taking revenge. Everything could’ve been so different, and maybe it would be the better option compared to all this. Was that too much to ask for?

And just like that the boy disappeared from your sight, running into the storm brewing outside.

He was gone.

“Soobin, no wait! Come back, please!” You dashed out as soon as you heard the footsteps that were once close to you click farther, splashing out in the puddles outside in little pit pats. Many of the students were pushed out of his way in a instant, with you squeezing in between the sandwiched bodies of students. You knew you were being completely selfish to want to see him, but all of this pent up frustration and feverish functions combining into one made your actions bold. He didn’t have to know that you were there, you just wanted to see his bunny smile and how happy he was without you either way.

Before you knew it, the slippery puddles made your heels plant into the floor the wrong way and you dropped to the ground, elbows digging into the wet dirt. You groaned at the flashing pain over your body, flooding through the torso and into your aching feet. The barren willow tree you always met up with Soobin after school seemed to be mocking you now, waving its dead arms at you while you tried to endure the pain. All of your strength had evaporated into dust now, and you couldn’t help but tear up because of your mistakes, your faults, your timing, and most importantly because of you, yourself.

Strong structures you built because of your experiences fell apart on the ground, knees planted on tiny, jagged rocks where the rough edges cut through your skin. It made you gnarl your teeth at the feeling, but what stung more was that you made a fool of yourself in front of the friend you promised most to respect. You covered your face with tingling fingers, embarrassed of yourself to run out in this weather without even finding him in the end like you wished. Something was incredibly wrong with you that you resorted to being such a pathetic loser. You shouldn’t have done this; it’s all your fault and now everything is back to the cycle of blaming what happened on you.

It was pitiful you were calling out his name like this, wishing with all your might that someone would save you.

“I’m sorry for being selfish enough to see you, Soobin...” You hoped he would hear you, but he was gone.

“I’m sorry for hurting you...” You hoped he would be sincerely happy in front of you, but he was gone.

“I’m sorry for being the worst friend ever...” You hoped he would see how much of a mess you are without him, but he was gone.

“I’m sorry for realizing too late what I’ve been doing wrong this whole time.” There was nothing you could do to help either of you anymore. You gave up. And he was gone.

Crying wouldn’t help with the situation at all, but could you just think of yourself for once? After weeks and weeks and weeks of putting on a smile despite hearing the shatter of Soobin’s heart in your ears 24/7, you had enough of all this crap. You were pushed to the limit, and this is what occurred. You were done with everything.

Pit!

Pat!

Although the drops of rain had echoed off into the distance, you could no longer feel anymore drops of water fall on the crown of your head. Had it stopped raining in this area? That wasn’t possible... a shadow loomed over your figure that you believed it was just another dreary cloud from above, guarding over you so you wouldn’t look so pathetic in front of the whole school population.

Instead you glanced up to see a red umbrella with spots decorated all over, protecting you from the rain that had already soaked you wet.

Looking to who was underneath the ladybug umbrella glistened with the sparkling tears of rain, you found your eyes to be set on Beomgyu whose nose was sniffling from the effects of fret each second. His expression was nothing short of worried, his usual cheery face falling apart at how weak you were kneeling on the ground. Tears were welling up in your eyes as he crouched down to get closer to you- to give you words of comfort, to hug you, even to hold your hand as a sign that he was there for you more than anyone else you could’ve thought of.

He failed to notice that he was soaking wet, but honestly he couldn’t give one damn. It didn’t matter that he ruined his uniform in order to progress through the day without feeling uncomfortable. Seeing how you ran out even with a raging fever, it made his heart clench in his chest. You felt so guilty that you were willing to do anything in order to make it hurt less, and the help he gave wasn’t enough even if he tried with the best of his abilities. The voice he had saved up practicing in order to make you feel better failed miserably, becoming stagnant in his throat where he wasn’t able to speak the words of his heart.

How could he make you feel better if all he knew was to cause more pain unintentionally?

“Beomgyu, I’m sorry...” You fell into his chest, undoing your agony with heart wrenching cries that he felt rain of his own gather in a puddle dripping down his cheek. With no complaints he swooped you in his arms and wrapped them around your waist, dropping the ladybug umbrella which bounced off the pavement and into the gateway.

“I know, princess. I know. Just let it all out,” he whispered into the top of your head before pulling you closer. His warmth had to be enough for now, right? He hoped it would work.

The intimidating rain seemed to grow weaker now, and you found yourself making a friend of an enemy once Beomgyu was finally by your side again.

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“The nurse said you had a fever the other day- and yet, you ran out into the pouring rain just like that? I’m upset,” he pouted his lips, staring at the bowl of chicken noodle soup he prepared himself a few minutes earlier. Your nose twitched at the delectable smell but instead of eating like he asked, you snuggled into the cozy blankets which were overflowing with the familiar scent of his cologne. It never failed to always bring you a peaceful feeling even if you felt like you were going to break.

Speaking of which, his hugs noticeably gave you a lot of strength. Was it too much to ask to let him…? No, that isn’t right!

You snuggled into his blankets once more upon hearing his soothing voice, taking in the familiar scent of your safe place. All his words went through one ear and out the other when he came into the room, pondering about how he managed to help you in ways that even he didn’t acknowledge. With that being said, he didn’t have to do this for you. To make you soup when you were battling a case of a fever or to make you feel better since you were sure he had many bigger problems than you. It was burdensome that you were bothering him enough already with the exception of being sick, and you felt terrible in the end for being such a burden. He’d most likely get sick after, and you’d be the one to blame. Beomgyu shouldn’t be doing this for you no matter how kind he is.

“Gyu, don’t do this for me.”

Beomgyu plopped down beside you, laying the tray onto the messy bed stand. At first, he was scared his room wouldn’t be a good place to let you stay in for the meanwhile since it was a bit untidy, but the rising heat on your forehead begged him differently. When you spoke, he noticed that your voice was all stuffy because of your nose, and all the more he just couldn’t stop adoring you. You were quite the adorable scene when you were sick, but he was hoping that you’d get better so you’d go back to school healthy and happy with him.

In one way, this did mean one thing! He could take care of you without your objections since you’re considerably weaker and prove to you that he can help you whenever you need someone to lean on! All this time, his heart has only desired that- to help you feel comfortable in yourself because you’ve grown as a person.

Patting your head which was still covered by the fluffy sheets, he drew closer to you while cooing only a few words you were able to make sense of in your state. “You cute idiot… you’re lucky I like you so much that I can forgive you easily.”

You only responded in a sneeze causing Beomgyu to break out in a fit of giggles. It’d been so long that he got to care for you when you were like this, how about we give it a year? He missed all of this, quite honestly! Not to mention the little things you did were making his heart waver, he had to admit. There really was no lie in that if somebody asked him. Even when you were sick, you could still do this to him. And yes although he isn’t saying it out loud, it was the truth! If he couldn’t get more whipped than this, then what was the point?

The sight of scratches and a bit of blood on your knees made him gasp and he made a move to get to the medical kit over at the other room until you tugged at his arm.

Apprehensively he stared down at you, his hand cupping your cheeks so that you’d let go. Though he doesn’t mind if you do this whenever you pleased, this isn’t the right time since you’re simultaneously sick and hurt.

“Come on,” Beomgyu’s smile that shot towards you made you go weak in the knees, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You swore he got so tiring like this sometimes!

“How about we fix the cuts on your knees? Oh wait, no! Let’s eat first? But your kneels’ll hurt if you sit up! Ah, what should I do?!”

That needless, wary expression set on his face once you peeked out from the blanket made the smile on your face grow even wider before laughter got a hold of you and you snickered at how sweet he was. His eyes widened when he saw you burst out in laughter before joining you with his own hearty yet comforting chuckles. He’d always been like this that you never had an opportunity to stop being so worried, so right now was the perfect time to reassure him.

Snuggling up to him with the blanket making you look like a caterpillar, you closed your eyes in pure relief while rubbing your head against his arm. It felt so warm when you finally huddled up against him like this after a while.

Feeling him turn towards you, giggling when you moved even closer to his embrace only encouraged your boldness more. “Let’s just stay like this, okay my Gyugyubear?”

You expected an answer, only to find that he was cooing at you with duck pouted lips and a red, blushing nose.

Like he said, the things you did to him any time of the day...

Now how could he possibly say no to those adorable, shining eyes?

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School was in fact, the same when you came back.

It had been almost two weeks since you hadn’t gone to school, and you knew it was your fault for the overflowing amount of lessons and assignments that piled up on your plate. You knew that one of the boys- whom you knew Beomgyu would volunteer the most- would try to help you, but this was your doing in the first place! The sight was enough for your stomach to start churning, and this was one of the reasons why you absolutely despised school when the time called for it. Hopefully you’d be able to finish all of it once the week was over in order to study for finals that were coming up.

Snapping out of your thoughts once you heard soothing Beomgyu’s voice melt into your ear, you glanced down to see both of your hands connected without even noticing in the first place. He playfully grinned at you when you teasingly tried to pull away, only bringing you closer so that the two of you could walk side by side.

He guided you smoothly along the hallways, creating enough space for you to walk comfortably although you (both) knew you didn’t ask for it. It was just the way Beomgyu was.

“If it makes you feel better, just know that I’m right by your side whenever you need me, okay? I know I’ve said it a lot of times, but I feel like you haven’t taken me seriously until now. I want you to know that I’m here as someone you can cry on if you ever need a shoulder to cry on,” he murmured softly as he squeezed your hand.

You nodded your head at his words, reaching up your other free hand to ruffle his curly, black hair. “You’re so cheesy for bringing this up all of a sudden, Gyu! But yeah, I’m sorry for not realizing it sooner when you’ve tried to prove it hundreds of times. Maybe if I just understood you more, we would probably be even closer, don’t you think? Ai, I can’t even see why you’ve stayed here for so long anyway, but thank you so much,” you couldn’t help the soft grin that permeated your lips when you spoke to him, realizing how much he’d done for you unconditionally.

Suddenly he halted in his tracks upon hearing that, causing you to look back with confusion. Did you say something wrong? You swore you almost fell if not for the strong grip he had on your hand. That’d be so embarrassing considering you almost did! If he was going to stop, then at least he could tell you before you could accidentally stretch your arm out too much!

When you turned back to see him however, you could feel your cheeks burn up with warm fuzzies spreading everywhere. That same soft grin which reciprocated yours from before had every part of your body becoming like jelly in front of him and you weren’t able to stop yourself from becoming entranced with him all the more. You forgot to mention that his messy yet somehow looking stylish hair really suited him now, and you had to admit that it made your heart do skips whenever you saw him. Since when had he looked so soft all of a sudden?... But this wasn’t the perfect time to fawn needlessly over such details about the boy!

“Y/N, I’m really happy that you’re grateful for that, but that’s my job. If I’m going to be your proud boyfriend one day, then I have to work hard for it unconditionally! Why wouldn’t I take care of the girl whom I love with all my heart?”

Beomgyu was being way too corny now (but you could say that you secretly loved it)! At the same time, what the hell was wrong with you? Why did everything inside unexpectedly become too warm once you comprehended what he said? Hearing that made all of your confidence just disappear into thin air, and you opted to look somewhere else beside his sweet, honeyed eyes.

“Let me take care of you, okay? You’re so precious that I’m willing to do anything for you, and you should know that the best.”

You’re melting. Oh my goodness, you were absolutely melting as you watched him inch closer to you with that same charming, boyish grin on his face.

Gently, he then proceeded to press a sweet kiss upon your forehead, one that you burning up even more from the inside. As much as the amount of times he did that, you still weren’t able to get used to them. Doing those cheesy things had an effect on you- he had to know how much they were killing you softly even if you tried your best not to show it.

What caught your eye was the way he winked at you straight after which was pretty much impossible to ignore, waving a goodbye while hopping on his toes to his first class.

“I’ll see you later, yeah? Call or text me whenever you want, and I swear I’ll be right there beside you as promised!”

You pressed a hand against your pounding chest, knowing you were going to think about that forehead kiss all day. There was no doubt anybody could hear it from a mile away.

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Arriving to lunch a bit early without Beomgyu accompanying you due to “personal reasons” as he called it, you were nonetheless surprised to see that neither Taehyun or Kai was there. It was silent considering the fact that many people hadn’t sat down, monkeying out in the hallways as if that was any better to do. You searched around a little, sighing in relief that you weren’t alone in the quite empty, gigantic room. The only person sitting there over at your usual table was Yeonjun, although he looked a bit bitter towards you when you took a seat.

“Oh hi Jun,” you shot him a shy smile, losing all confidence you had once his eyebrows furrowed. He must’ve been mad at you or something which you hoped not since he was such a marvelous person to be friends with, plus you’d never seen that grim expression on him before. Hopefully it wasn’t anything too personal, right?

“Hi, Y-N,” shooting you a dirty look, he enunciated every syllable of your name while you giggled nervously. He glowered at you behind those wondrous eyelashes, yet at the same time you couldn’t help but feel a great pressure being lifted from your shoulders. So he wasn’t mad! From the tone of his voice, you were glad to know that he was being playful and not actually mad at you like you’d originally thought.

Going along with his game, you curled your lips into a frown, “why are you mad at me?”

He didn’t respond, gazing down at his oh so interesting food instead. It was difficult with you prodding around with multiple questions and staring at him like your life depended on it, but that only got him more determined. With all his effort, he did his best not to break out into a smile until he heard you say something along the lines of him looking like an adorable duckling whenever he got mad.

“Fine, fine! I’m not actually angry, I just wanted to get back at you!”

You both burst into laughter once he started to smile again, and you raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Get back at me? But for what? If I remember correctly, I hadn’t done anything bad intentionally towards you!”

The boy shook his head jokingly as he snickered, “I’m just mad at you for taking a break without me knowing! I could’ve helped you a little since we’re friends.”

Although it was 100% true as you didn’t give him a notice before, you rolled your eyes at his harsh, yet caring accusation. “Sorry, dude! But I just don’t want to bother you with all these assignments we’ve been getting...?”

A mellow hush settled between you as soon as you both finished laughing, and he cleared his throat. “In all seriousness though,” he inquired, “you must be wondering about Soobin, right?”

It was like he read the back of your mind. Your eyes immediately widened, his words taking you by surprise. You weren’t expecting Yeonjun to say anything about him in all honesty. It’d been a while since you thought of him but once doing so, the flame of guilt in you ignited, burning your throat while your mind was cowering with what to say.

He seemed to know that you were practically speechless in front of him, his lips quickly tightening into a slightly disappointed yet hopeless line.

“Soobin told me all about what happened a few weeks ago. He told me not to confront you since he wouldn’t want anyone to bother you, but I just can’t sit still because I’m really confused. If it’s not too much to ask, could you tell me what changed your mind on dating Soobin? You two are so whipped for each other!”

Sighing, you knew deep down that he was right. But what could you say when that was before?

“Jun, I was whipped for him until Beomgyu came along. I’m not sure how it happened, but slowly I think I got tired of my love not being returned and instead looked to Beomgyu who was caring for me. Eventually he did hurt me and I hated him for the time being, but everything else- to his actions, to his words told me that he really loved me instead.” You hoped that would do the trick to appease his worries, but he only pouted his lips even more.

“But Y/NNN,” he whined, “don’t you still like Soobin? You two are meant to be... as much as Beomgyu’s my friend, it’s always been you and Soobin!”

Clunk!

The loud clatter of the lunch tray being set on the table reminded you that you weren’t the only ones in the room. It was Taehyun and Kai, grinning from ear to ear in your direction to which you smiled back, but most importantly Yeonjun also had to realize your side of the story as well. You were going to reply a few seconds later until a familiar, dreamy scent caught your nose- the one that always instantly made you feel safe. Beomgyu.

Once he smiled at you, that same exact one he had put on when the two of you kissed that prom night, you could feel all the blood in your heart vividly start to thump. You couldn’t stop yourself from getting lost in his eyes, those beautiful eyes that made you feel things whenever you looked at them. To his lips then which were almost like fragrant roses, you noticed as weird thoughts rumbled in your head over and over again. Since when had he become completely alluring? This spell on you, everything in sight was so gorgeous but the only thing that made you feel sweet, strong butterflies was simply him.

Maybe later you could tell the necessary information to who was waiting in curiosity... your eyes just wouldn’t allow you to look away at the boy who took all your breath away.

Yeonjun scoffed at the interaction, shoving spoonfuls of his food into his mouth instead of commenting at how this was a bit too selfish. Sheepishly you snapped out from your trance, awkwardly waving a hello back to Beomgyu after a few moments of staring at him.

Was this what people meant when they mentioned about the expression ‘La Vie En Rose?’ In short, everything was so beautiful.

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“Gyu! Have you talked to Soobin today? I heard from Yeonjun a while ago that he isn’t doing well after um, what happened.” You skipped towards the barren willow tree of the school, doing your best to put on one the most genuine smiles you could muster for the boy who had been waiting its arrival for the longest time. Actually, you noticed you’d been happier once Beomgyu was around but you weren’t going to say it. If you took whatever this feeling was- whether romantic or platonic, you couldn’t tell Beomgyu because Soobin would absolutely be crushed to see you together. It’d be best in your opinion to keep your mouth shut.

Instead of what you expected, his eyes shot daggers at the ground, rocking back and forth on the heels of his platform shoes.

“This again? Y/N, he’s doing fine, trust me.” Beomgyu didn’t spare even one glance at you, and you sighed at his lack of empathy. He’d always been like this whenever you asked about Soobin and even if you tried to prod in, he wouldn’t say anything much. This was going to be even harder than you thought if you were going to get some factual information through him. That didn’t mean you gave up though.

Tapping his right shoulder, you finally managed to grab his attention when he looked up directly at you with a blank face. You flinched at his disinterested expression, feeling the chills crawl up your spine. Looks like annoying him physically was the best way to do it, for he stared at you with empty, soulless eyes. Sheepish because of this “stranger” in front of you, you stepped closer to him albeit a bit hesitantly. “Beomgyu, I’m just worried for him! Of all people, you should know that!”

“Know that? Know that?” He loudly scoffed at your words immediately, throwing his head up at the grey sky while tsking several times. His tongue touched the insides of his mouth, roaming around to flatten against his inner cheek. “I know, Y/N! I know! You’ve told me so many times that you’re worried for Soobin, but can’t you see?! He’s doing just fine, and you’re worrying about him nonstop when all you have to do is let go and trust him!”

In a way to protect yourself, you got defensive.

“How can I do that? You don’t know anything at all!”

He ran his fingers through his hair, rational actions broken as he didn’t know how to express his endless frustration. His fists clenched from what you saw in the corner of your eye, struggling to keep in his anger from what you said. You, on the other hand, kept going, not acknowledging the fact that you were ruining him by the second.

“I literally broke his heart!”

The boy with raven hair became tense in every second that passed, his posture stiffening once that phrase passed your lips. “By doing what?! You haven’t told me the reason why you two have been like this for weeks,” Beomgyu exasperatedly gasped, “What did you talk about back there when he asked you to come with him? What’s so wrong about me knowing about what you said?”

“He likes me! But I said I didn’t feel the same way because I think I like someone else that definitely... definitely isn’t you!” Your brain was making up its own lies just to save itself from the embarrassment at that point. Words you never thought of spitting out came out harshly and in a way which not only damaged Beomgyu, but you as well. “You- you, I’ve never liked you at all! Just give up on me already if you think I’m not worth it!

“I hate you, Beomgyu! You’re just going to hurt me again!”

The world became silent for a while, and time seemed to stop.

Opening your strained eyes for a moment, you looked back to see a pair that looked similar to Soobin’s when you told him you didn’t like him back anymore. He looked broken, lost in time as his mind replayed over and over what you said to him. Especially that one phrase he never imagined you to say.

“S-so all of those moments meant nothing to you? That kiss back at prom, the way you became jealous when I talked to Sunhye during the time we were apart, when you asked- no, said wanted me to be right beside you forever...?” His voice broke at the last part, trying to contain the torture that you put him through just by your words.

“Beomgyu, wait, please let me explain,” you tried, reaching out a hopeless hand to calm him down. Trembling, he shook his head back and forth rapidly, water gathering up in his eyes as his drowning sobs tore both your worlds apart.

“That can’t be the truth. You said you forgave me, you said I had a chance of loving you, you said you wanted to be lovers too! Were those all lies? Because I’m not sure, your eyes tell me all and it’s telling me that I’m the only one crazy for you,” he pulled both of your hands together desperately, quivering hopelessly as he held on to them as best he could.

He was trying so hard to love you... couldn’t you see that?

The boy gazed dejectedly into your face, searching for any emotion. It was the same sadness he saw in your face that prom night, but he wasn’t able to tell if it was guilt or because he snapped back into the harsh reality. And slowly, he realized that all of his tries, all of his love, the heart he pained to give just wasn’t good enough.

“Come on, princess... You know how I feel. Just like him, I can’t keep waiting and waiting for you to make up your mind. I know we haven’t known each other for so long, but I’ve tried so hard to make you happy. I hurt myself to make you smile. I tried to act like I was okay after every single time you said something about Soobin, but it just wasn’t enough. I’ve tried so hard to love someone who obviously still loves someone else, but what you’ve said proves everything,” a tear slid down his cheek but he made no effort to try and wipe it away.

It pained you to see him become weak in front of you, the boy no longer hiding his hurt that was caused all because of you.

You didn’t answer, words completely burning up in your throat as he went on, voice teetering with every word he softly spoke.

“I know I’m being selfish here, Y/N, but it’s so hard. I think I’m getting tired of all this arguing and lying... What good will it do if you can’t even say you love me back?” With every sniffle and tear he let out, you felt your heart crumble and crash onto the hard ground. Guilt was threatening to swallow you up as you stood there, holding his broken heart in your hands while he tried to smile as strong as he could in front of you.

Every ounce of hope in him disintegrated as minutes passed, your cowardly eyes gradually moving from him to the ground. Why was he even surprised at this point? All along this was the answer- you still loved Soobin with all you had to offer; he should’ve realized it before breaking himself in the first place. Anybody could’ve told him that he was a fool in love, but maybe... just maybe he could hear you say that you loved him at least once. Was that too much to ask? And still he stood in front of you, waiting and waiting and waiting to hear that it wasn’t true- that you really did love him.

There was no point in trying to fight for this anymore if you weren’t going to be truthful to both yourself and him. He seemed to grasp this fact now. It is you and it was always you, but perhaps you just weren’t right for each other. Wasn’t this doomed in the first place though? Knowing how he felt those butterflies when you like Soobin... perhaps all of this wasn’t meant to be.

Beomgyu chuckled in a sense of sorrow, shaking his head as the impending, grey clouds above gathered around in a band of dread.

“I’ll get going now. I don’t think I’ll be able to take you home today, so I hope you understand.”

He started on his feet, walking towards the entrance that loomed over you who was finally alone. Every part of you was shouting at your brain to hurry up and tell him. Your heart was telling you to just go, not stand there like a fool as you watched him walk away from you again. Wanting so desperately to hold him as you apologized over and over again, wanting so desperately to kiss his forehead and ask him to forgive you even if it took a million of times, wanting so desperately to feel his lips melt you when he accepted it... the air in your lungs evaporated, reminding you that you needed to go out there because he was the only one who could make you breathe normally. Choi Beomgyu is still the one you love after all this time, and you need to start sprinting with everything you have in order to have your happy ending. But what right did you have when you broke two hearts anyway?

The rain started again, yet this time you didn’t have your most favorite boy in the world to save you.

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You paced through the hallways, completely drenched in your school uniform. All of the words he said kept repeating through your head. What was wrong with you? For you to feel so hopeless in this situation when it was all your doing? Are you that much of a terrible person? He promised you so many things, to make you happy, to make you genuinely smile like the first time he asked to be your friend, to give you all the love left in his heart even if it ran out. And yet, you were still hesitating on your own faults, crunching those promises as if they meant nothing to you- at least that’s what the boy you loved most assumed.

For certain you had nothing to do with Beomgyu and he had nothing to do with you anymore. As long as you two would be alright apart- though it was the complete opposite for you- then it’d be okay because at least he was happy. But why? Why did it have to sting you so bad like this?

“Y/n?! Literally, what is wrong with you?” Straightaway the voice made you grunt, unconsciously rolling your eyes as soon as you heard it. What did she want this time?

“Are you that pathetic to go through the school like that?!” Well, who else could it be other than that desperate Sunhye? She laughed at your expense while you controlled yourself not to snap at her. Her neck looked so deliciously bendable, it was a shame that you couldn’t mold it or else you’d be expelled from school at the very least. As always, she knew how to press your buttons and not to mention, become completely frustrated with yourself because it was quite certainly the truth.

“Just move along. I can’t deal with your shit today, and I want to go home before anything else, “you quietly muttered so much so that it could be impossible to hear you. That offended snarl on her face meant otherwise.

“I was actually searching the whole school to find you, Y/N. I hate you and all, but I’m just really confused when you like Soobin and still rejected him after he confessed.”

Compared to earlier, you could see her face morph into a concerned expression, voice getting softer with every word she spoke. You found it funny that now she gets involved, instead of needing to act concerned for her own sake. You sighed, shaking your head at her.

So she heard about it, huh...

“That isn’t your business, so I’m sorry. We aren’t friends anymore, you have no right to enter my private life again after what you did to me.” A fool could only assume a girl like her would leave them alone, however that wasn’t the case. You knew you weren’t one to be talking since you got the hand of revenge, although she could just piss off and that would definitely help you. You guessed that only made her angrier, for her stature became stiff with reluctance as she visibly gritted her teeth in frustration.

“And you even saw he kissed me! Didn’t that make you jealous? Didn’t my plan work?” The word plan caught your ear, and you cocked your head to the side. What was she talking about? She had a plan- which you assumed to break you and Soobin apart when you were friends- this whole time? You should’ve known she’d be up one night concocting the plan of your demise.

She nodded her head at your confusion, acting as if she was all high and mighty for doing so, “yes I did have a plan if that’s what you’re thinking. But you know me, I’m not going to make this easy especially for you. Just tell me why you aren’t together and maybe I’ll tell you about it.”

There was exactly nothing else to say between the two of you. If she had a plan, so be it. What was the point if your world already crashed upon your shoulders?

“I don’t care about your plan,” you spat out. “Leave me alone, Sunhye. I’m so tired.”

Instead she kept prodding into your head like the annoying, droning mosquito she is.

“Could it possibly be about Beomgyu? Poor little dirty mutt, you know he’s only going to leave you in the end like before and you’re still going back to him. Haven’t you been taught that already?”

“Don’t say things like that! You don’t know him, how could you possibly think that?!”

She shook her head, a smug glint in her eyes as she drew closer to you in tiny steps. “Are you kidding? This plan that I’m talking about, you do know that Beomgyu was part of it right? Matter of fact, he was one of the key subjects that I used in order to perfect everything.”

“What do you mean?” Discombobulation rushed through your system as you followed her eyes to your shaking hands once the realization hit you. Of course there was a possibility she could be lying, but you knew better than that. You easily couldn’t forget how you and Beomgyu literally hated each other before, but now... it wasn’t so long since you reconciled. But he wouldn’t do that, right?

“He wouldn’t do that to me, he said he loved me,” you gasped out, the breath in your lungs turning into dust the moment she said that.

“Well hate to break it to you, but once you proved you were a terrible person by giving away his hoodie to me that one day, he said he hated you a lot. To this day, I’m sure he was lying to me- the look in his eyes said it all. We made up a plan to make your life miserable by crushing your love with Bin, the only boy you ever loved your whole entire life. Most of it was finished, with almost all of the school population hating you. Plus, your friendship or your soon to be relationship with Soobin was basically crumbling since the time for you to confess could’ve been pretty soon. That isn’t the point, although I must say that I made sure I kissed him so you’d be jealous and come out clean. I just wasn’t expecting him to say he liked you back first before Beomgyu ruined everything with his damn feelings.”

“Yes, and that was in the past,” you countered.

She laughed at how naive you were, shrugging her shoulders like she knew something you didn’t. “Yes, it was. And it’s hard to believe that you hurt him even if he told you he loved you so many times. Tell me, Y/N, you never really did love Beomgyu, right?”

If your morals weren’t holding you back, you’d for sure already charged at her already. Gosh, how many toxic traits must she have and why didn’t you realize them earlier?!

“No, you’re wrong! I loved him! I still do! Stop making assumptions when you don’t know anything about us!” It was so hard to contain yourself in slapping her silly, but you had to remain calm. This isn’t what Beomgyu would like you to do even if a serious argument was in the way of both of you.

“I don’t know anything? You two danced while I kissed Soobin. How do you think I’ll ever forget that? You’re such a whore, you really can’t go a day without playing with other peoples’ feelings.

“What? You can’t speak anymore?! So I was right!

“You don’t deserve Soobin either. And since you’ve just declared you don’t love Beomgyu at all, I think I’ve just found a new target.”

That’s it. You’ve had enough.

“Will you shut your mouth, you desperate slut?! You can’t expect any of them to love you at all when you act like this! If you really wanted to love Beomgyu in the first place, then you would have to get through me first!”

“Why, you-” she threw her hands towards you, hoping to land a hit first until something dark red like dried up blood caught your eye. What in the world could that be? You gripped her arm before she could pull away, the wonder holding you captive in your spot as you took a good look at what she was hiding under that fabric. Her sleeve slipped, unveiling multiple gashes of bruised, unhealed skin as if someone forcefully clawed its way through the layers with a sharp object.

Lee Sunhye... the one you hated so much for hurting you, the one you thought was perfectly happy in damaging her relationships with others, the one you despised to the ends of this earth- was secretly hurting herself?

She retracted her arm the second you noticed it, wrapping her wrist with a trembling hand.

And without you realizing...

“You didn’t see that... please, tell me you didn’t see what needed to be hidden!”

Without you thinking that the sensitive girl trapped inside of her was actually hurt all this time...

“Sunhye? You’re cutting?”

Without you ever asking about her day when things got tough on her...

“Wait, no I’m not! Your eyes were playing tricks on you, there-” you grabbed her wrist, flinging her towards you as you checked the fresh scars on her wrist. Scanning profusely at what she did to herself, you slowly let go to watch her hide her face in her hands with embarrassment. Was this the reason why she had worn long sleeved shirts most of the time even if she hated them?

You were hurting her yourself without even realizing it, failing to open your eyes to see what you’ve done. This must’ve been one of the ways she coped through her suffering, inflicting terrible cuts in order to make the pain go away.

“Sunhye, I’m so sorry... I had no clue you were going through this, I’m so sorry.”

She couldn’t help the tears that welled around her tired eyes, falling down one by one as she stared at the sympathetic expression that belonged to her best friend from before. You reached out to her, and she stepped away hesitantly, afraid that she would be hurt again. The girl did her best to appear strong in front of you, but those vulnerable eyes and teetering voice gave it all away.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N! Don’t think like that, it’s just marker that my friend used to draw on me during class,” she frantically scrambled, backing away as you inched closer to her by the second.

“Sunhye, you’re cutting, why didn’t you tell someone?”

Her voice wobbled, running back and forth from the lie and the truth. “Me? I’m not cutting, I just told you! I’m happy, only someone pathetic enough would cut!”

Even the look on her face told you enough and that she knew deep inside you weren’t able to believe that.

Instead of what she expected- like for you to make fun of her, you pulled her into your arms, holding her tightly despite her wandering hands that slammed against your back in a weak manner to scare you away.

“You’re going to spread rumors about me, aren’t you? You’re going to tell everyone that I’m not perfect.

“You’re going to make sure everyone hates me after this. You’re going to show everyone I’m the worst like you always unintentionally have when we used to be friends.

“You’re going to make sure I end up all alone like you did to me with Soobin.”

Gradually the hits became weaker, and you knew right then and there that she never had the heart to hurt you in the first place if the both of you never experienced this brawl. Yes, you should’ve looked at her side before taking revenge, but perhaps this is a sign to look towards the present and future at the very least.

Her agonizing accusations stung, letting you sigh as you felt her fall into your embrace. It’s been so long since you’ve been closer to her like this that it felt strange, almost alien-like.

“I promise I’ll fix everything. We don’t have to be friends, but I’ll make sure to be here for you whenever you need it,” you reassured, holding her in your arms while she sobbed as hard as she could. It felt so nice to finally let someone know about her attempts to hurt herself where she succeeded, but she was so afraid you weren’t going to keep your promise. After all, how could she trust herself too when she was the one that ruined your friendship?

“I’m so sorry, Y/N... I’m so sorry for what I did.”

“It’s okay,” you cooed. “It’s going to be okay.”

She didn’t know that you were right. You were going to do everything you could to fix everything.

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“Hey, Y/N are you okay? You don’t look too good.” Snapping out of your trance, you looked to see Taehyun and Kai stroll down from the science room towards your direction and in front of you to which they gazed worriedly.

Were you okay? No of course not, you possibly couldn’t be.

But should you lie? Or should you tell the truth?

Either of them wouldn’t work out. You couldn’t say what you wanted to say. Your throat felt too tight- you really couldn’t say anything about how you were feeling because all this guilt built up from inside of you was threatening to explode.

When you didn’t respond, both of the boys glanced at each other, content expressions turning into puzzled ones. When had the atmosphere become so thick with awkwardness? Taehyun was about to speak up when another voice interrupted him. “Are you looking for Beomgyu? I saw him leave the school without you, so I was confused,” Kai chirped in, a sheepish smile on his face.

There was no point in hiding it anymore.

You sniffled wantonly, shutting your eyes shut from the burning in your chest. It made you want to throw up from how much it hurt. You laid a hand over it, clenching your fists when it only became stronger in response. “No, actually. I-I’m not fine. I just made a terrible mistake that hurt Beomgyu and I... I don’t know what to do.”

It’s as if they knew about this, and Taehyun groaned at the miscommunication without surprise. He ran his hands over his face in disappointment while Kai mirrored the same action. “Y/N, that means he’s hesitating as well! You need to hurry up and do something in order for both of you to be happy!”

“There was nothing I could do about it. I hurt him and that’s the worst thing I could do to someone who’s only been so caring about me this whole time,” you muttered under your breath as you hid your face in between your fingers. Pathetic enough, you did your best not to break out in tears in front of the younger ones despite feeling the tense air in your lungs become less and less.

Taehyun sighed at this, shaking his head in distaste. “You know, you shouldn’t look at things in the past anymore. Although it’s hard, you need to start looking towards the present and future in order for things to become better.”

“But you don’t understand! After what I’ve done to Beomgyu, he would hate me too like Soobin...”

The two of them exchanged weird looks, taking turns to look down at the floor as if it was much more interesting than what they had to say. So it was all about Beomgyu again, huh? To be honest, they weren’t surprised.

Evidently, Taehyun had enough of this and the anger bottled up inside from this situation of only watching had burst. He charged towards you, shaking your shoulders as his knuckles turned white from gripping too hard. “Why are you so hesitant, Y/N? Whoever you like, you know you can’t give up! If you don’t want to lose Beomgyu the same way you’ve done with Soobin, then tell him before it’s too late!”

You stiffened in your spot, shoes planted on the floor- what was he talking about?

“Too late...? I haven’t...” You were at a loss for words, eyes finally opening after all this time. They subtly grinned at you, taking in the fact that their advice was doing well for the first time. Taehyun and Kai were right, you shouldn’t keep him waiting when in the future, you could lose him eventually because of your hesitation!

“I- I love-” Kai cut off your words, pushing you towards the entrance of the school with a strong shove, “it doesn’t matter! Just go!”

You then saw the same figure who you’d been hoping for this whole entire time before he darted from your sight, sprinting away as you screamed for him to come back.

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“Beomgyu, wait! Come back, please!”

The door loudly shut behind you as you frantically ran, holding your breath as your eyes darted back and forth between his retreating figure and your shoes which could slip at any moment. The creak of the gate echoed behind you in crooked violin whines, sending chills up your back to finally realize you were the one chasing him after all this time. In a dazzling moment, all your chances were taken forcefully from your head and you stared cautiously at the sidewalk whose cracks filled up with pouring water.

Knowing how difficult it was to perform the action of sprinting on the wet ground, it was no doubt that you would most likely fall onto the rough concrete which would probably scratch your legs out til they bled. But honestly, did you really care? No, not enough, obviously.

Luminous lights from the cars blinded your eyes as you sprinted on the sidewalk for him, making you retract slightly at how much brighter they were than the golden sun from last summer. That cheery, joyous summer when you had your first set up date with... him. Had it really been that long since you were happy together? Just when you were starting to have smiles with him again, and everything was ripped away. But whose fault is that? Your hands swiftly covered your stinging eyes, but this was such a disadvantage that prohibited you from achieving your favorite dream.

The person who mattered most was Beomgyu. And he was right in front of you, running from someone who hurt him. You knew right then and there that it wasn’t right to keep chasing him after what you’ve said, but at least you were trying as hard as you could! It didn’t matter if you accidentally fell or hurt yourself as you ran trying to get to him because you’d do anything just to explain to him that you were wrong! This was your doing- you had a chance to make everything right, and you weren’t going to take that chance for granted ever again.

“Ahhh!”

Speaking too soon has its effects, and you slipped to the ground while groaning in pain. It was too much for you to handle this time. The rough concrete scathed your legs, creating a terrible, ripped hole in your knee high white socks you weren’t sure you could wear again. Pain rushed over you in seconds, white flashing running through your clawed skin to the rest of your nerves. The street pavement scraped long stripes of red against your thighs and every second of slipping on top of it was pure torture to you. It blazed so much that it felt like sharp claws dug into you with every scratch that came. Your legs jolted with an overwhelming, flashing agony and you let out a moan of misery, quickly glancing at the dripping, crimson blood that ensued with them.

“Ow...”

However the ache in your chest caused more pain than anything else you could’ve ever imagined, burning horribly as it heaved up and down with several, shallow breaths. Your mind was in reels trying to make up a solution for your slip up. You wanted to keep going; you really wanted to, but your body just wouldn’t listen! This was the last thing you could resort to, to at least explain that you were in the wrong. Otherwise he’d never talk to you again and going through that for the nth time would cause irreparable damage to your being.

This was all because of you, you had to keep reminding yourself. He left you because of what you said to him, and he never did anything like that before. It hurt more than anything to see the boy you loved whose heart that used to be filled with joy, broken. You couldn’t be surprised anymore at your words, but the taste of torture lingered on the tip of your tongue.

All of your actions, all of it building up in terms to say I love you to him - the only words you’ve truly needed to say to him from the beginning- were left on the street, practically being run over by busy vehicles while you lied there pathetically on the sidewalk.

You desperately reached your hand out to where you had last seen him running, your vision failing you as you looked left and right for any sign on him. He would never leave you like this, would he? And you knew you were simply deluding yourself in this situation that all occurred because of you, but maybe... just maybe he would show up like he always did.

But he wasn’t there and you were left alone just like in the beginning.

You felt glistening tears well up in your eyes as the rain boomed heavily all around you. The lights of the cars soon carried away, leaving you all in the darkness where you slowly felt the hope building in your heart to crash and deteriorate every second. In a moment your reached out hand was abandoned by you too, falling to the ground where the noir shadows of the dreary clouds covered your ashamed face.

“It’s too late now. I can’t tell you what I wanted to say.

“And I’m sorry for not being better, but I just didn’t know how to say it.

“Beomgyu, I... I love you.”

You failed.

Pit!

Pat!

“You idiot, you’re bleeding now.”

Suddenly you felt the cover of an umbrella envelope overhead, protecting you from all the heavy rain that poured in every direction. You dare didn’t look up from your spot, too scared to think he was really there. That one and only soothing voice belonged to Beomgyu, however at the same time you didn’t want to believe it. Your brain must be playing tricks on you after an event as such.

“Come on, let’s get up now. You know that you really do look like a fool after falling like that.”

The only things you could hear was his chuckles, an exact replica of how he would laugh at you whenever you did something stupid. Great, now this just signaled off the bat that you were starting to miss him even more.

“Princess, I promise you that it’s me,” the voice kept encouraging you. You covered your ears with trembling hands, afraid that all of this wasn’t real. “And I’m not mad at you, so please just look at me.”

The shuffling of his clothes from beside you made you steal a quick glance towards the drenched boy, only to gasp with shock that he was really there. He’d been kneeling for a while now, the evidence clear as day when you looked at the wet marks on his pants. You frowned, wanting to hide yourself from him again. How long had it been since he arrived? You didn’t like it at all when he saw you like this, but some part of you believed that this would only prove for the better.

He then pulled you up, letting you cling onto him since your legs were shaking with fragility. You did your best to stand up yourself by pushing him away, too embarrassed to let him hold you for the meantime. Although you were successful for a second or two, the intent gaze in his eyes made you fall on top of him again- this time on his chest where you shied away.

You opted to glance up at him as much as he staring at you, tears welling up in your eyes while you tried to tell him everything simultaneously.

“How can you not be mad at me? Beomgyu, I know it must be too late to say I’m sorry but...

“You mean the world to me and I need you more than anyone I’ve ever wanted. I feel incomplete without you and not having you beside me makes me want to disappear. I don’t know why I haven’t realized these feelings long ago and I’m a terrible person for not doing so, but please... You have no clue how much you mean to me and losing you, the only boy who’s made me feel like this would mean inevitable loss.

“Hey, look... there’s no need to-”

“I’m too young to really grasp what love is, but I know you’ve made me so happy. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I don’t think words will be enough to say how thankful I am to you, really. It’s not fair to you that I haven’t been doing the same thing, but now I’m going to tell you what’s straight from my heart.”

“Y/N, give me a sec-”

“and that’s everything. From your smile that’s been making me crazy, to your voice which calms me down whenever I hear it and especially you who makes me feel so comfortable being myself. I know it sounds incredibly cheesy but I’m absolutely crazy for you and after all this time with no doubt, you’re still the one that I think of when I lie awake in bed every night. I think about you way too much for my own good but I find it endearing how much I’m completely enamored by you. See? Look how I can’t do anything or be myself without you!”

The expression in his face told you he wasn’t having it and you crumbled under his intimidating stare with hooded eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms when you clearly had much more to say. The flame burning in you vanished little by little with every second he maintained eye contact as you tightly clenched your sweating fists.

“I didn’t want to say it now when the world is currently against me, but I just need to tell you that I-” he easily shut you up a moment later, pressing his index finger against your mouth while you blubbered with several words neither of you could understand. He grinned a little bit at this somewhat innocence, but you weren’t satisfied with his reaction at all. Did he not believe you this time? Was it not enough? You were aching to prove more but didn’t know how!

“Can you calm down for a second, princess?! I kno-”

“Then will this be enough?”

You pressed your lips against him in an instant, arms wrapping around and over his neck as you pulled him down to meet you. Your eyes automatically closed, drowned in endearment while Beomgyu’s opened wide, too stunned to focus on what was happening.

The boy immediately dropped the black umbrella against the flooding ground, letting the breezing wind carry it away when he finally realized his dreams were at last happening. The sound made an almost discreet plop, but it was suffice to say that you didn’t give one crap about it. You just melted into the kiss all the more when he responded back, falling against his chest while his fingers danced over your waist as if he was going to lose you any moment. You swore you could feel your heart swell with love the moment he smiled against your lips, somehow managing to pull you closer while you sighed in relief.

Did this mean that he was yours and you were his now?

Beomgyu stared at you with hooded eyes when he backed away, breathless and too stunned to regain focus of what was happening. When you reluctantly pulled away too, you noticed you were were panting and trying to restore breath through shallow intakes of air. The looks you sent each other were completely endearing and you buried your face in his chest all the more while he couldn’t help but contain the laughter from inside. Judging by how much serotonin his adorable giggles were giving you, you could tell that he still felt the same way in and out, seeing pink all over which only signified a one true love.

He then broke the silence, swiping his thumb a few times over your lips. "You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he admitted, cupping your cheek while you softened into his warm touch. Whenever you were with him, your heart bloomed into a pretty flower.

Relishing in the red roses that bloomed all around you two, you gently interlocked his fingers with his to which he instantly held back. This wasn’t a Wattpad fanfic or a drama but you felt as if you were the happiest girl in the world. Having him right beside you, being able to tell him how much you loved him because you finally realized you weren’t being true to yourself this whole time was something you never expected, but one thing you deserved. In order to have a happy ending, you had to keep going and not give up in the end even when things got tough because the inevitable promises of living would reward you in the end. You guessed that you had gotten it now because the love of your life was right before you, and you could finally look at him with love in your eyes.

“I just chased after you to say I love you,” you breathlessly giggled, pulling him closer to your body which was shaking with euphoria.

The erupting cheers from beside the gate made you turn and you looked at each and every single one of your friends cheering for the both of you. Yeonjun was excitingly screaming with joy while Taehyun and Kai jumped up and down together, tightly linking hands since their plan of getting you together had at last worked. The sudden support overwhelmed your senses when you glanced to see who was there as well. Right beside them was Soobin who was shooting you a genuine smile as tears filled up his chocolate, brown eyes. You grinned at him back, just in time to see Sunhye who was also clapping for the two of you.

Beomgyu quickly turned your attention back to him, kissing your cheek delicately as he whispered for only you to hear:

“I love you too.”

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Posted: 3/7/21- 12:24am

(Y’all. Omg. I’m literally shaking as I write this. Like... I can’t believe it. Right off the bat, I feel as if I’m going to miss this series so much. I know it was all over the place since I started writing a year ago and I want to apologize sincerely for every mistake I’ve forgotten or clearly remember or for the cringy moments along the way too. I can’t say much, for I’m speechless right now. It was so much fun to write a series and to be completely honest with you, I never expected it to turn out this way. At first I really wanted to an ending with Soobin and another part with Beomgyu, but I guess this is how things turned out(?) I wanted to see who my readers were cheering for and I wanted to crush or lift their hearts through the ending. My poor soobinnie bby though :cc i promise i love you so so so much and i’ll make it up to you one day~~ And beomgyu bby how dare you steal my heart like this. ANYWAY NOT THE POINT !! thanks to everyone who read this mess and enjoyed it ! I’m so flattered to even get a note for this and finishing this was one of the most satisfying things I’d ever done in this lifetime. Like... finally. I don’t have to stress about writing another part to this when I know some people are waiting. And those people are really the best !! (especially teddy bear anon hehe >3<) I just... I don’t really know what else to say other than i’m so happy yet so sad at how i finally completed this. it’s a long list of words but whoever read this.. i love you so much !! ++ again, here’s just a special thanks to everyone who read. i love you so much and i hope that if i ever write a series ever again, you’ll be the first ones to read it <33 thank you for showing my series some love. i’ll never be able to repay you for such kindness my pink rats 🥺🥺🥺💗💖 goodbye, inevitable promises. )

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Melizabeth #4

Submission for DAY FOUR of Melizabeth Week @melizabeth-week This piece is Beta’d by Sinfulfics! Check out her works by clicking her name. Everything she creates is amazing and is sure to warm your heart.

Chapter Four: Home By JacklynnFrost

A magic aura surrounds the temple. It’s spires whole and it’s wide building intact. From what they can see from the outside, the only effect time has inflicted is the sinking on one side, making the whole temple lean. Still, it is like an oasis after their rough journey and long nights. Both of them are running on empty, dried out and exhausted.

Meliodas wants out of his travel clothes, to simply sit in the shade without sand chaffing away his skin, to sleep without having to be on high alert and waking at every sound in the night. He wants the same for Elizabeth but with her steps at his side slowing, rather than the excitement he expected he turns to her. He feels stupid for not asking before but shakes it off.

“What do you have to do here, anyway?” he asks flippantly but her head falls, the hood of her cloak shields her face while strands of her silver hair slip down and dance in the sunlight. Meliodas’ curiosity rises and he forces his gaze back to the temple as her silence concerns him, but gives him a semi answer as it must be bad.

Meliodas feels the trust that has developed between them, a bond that has formed while surviving together in the scourge, of having faced the powers still surging out in the wastes and coming out alive. His anger is just starting to tangle inside, gripping at his softer notions toward her when she finally speaks up.

“I’ll tell you everything, but first... let’s settle. We have time before the ritual.” Her words cease his growing anger but her pace doesn’t return to normal and he matches hers, his mind flashing that picture from her book. The one about sacrifices, which he questions the validity as he knows his reading comprehension is poor. Still, he grows a touch suspicious with her demeanor change.

As soon as the pair of them reach the aura around the temple, Meliodas feels it resist him. He pushes against it, which only makes the magic fight him harder. It isn’t until Elizabeth takes his hand that the pushing ceases and he passes across the barrier. “It should recognize you now.”

Inside the aura, the air is cooler, fresher, and he takes his first truly deep breath in what seems ages. Elizabeth relaxes too, her shoulders easing and her face turns up to look to the tallest spire with a sad smile. He follows where her gaze goes, taking in the dull luster of stone before him. Back in the day, the temple must have been magnificent.

Now, age has eroded away it’s shine. Cracks riddle the outside but nothing too big has fallen from its place, the windows are all intact from what he can tell on this side and he knows it’s magic that has held this building together. The front door is wood, solid and closed up on a stoop about seven stairs from the sand with statues on either side of goddesses, wings extended. As they near, it looms larger until its sheer massiveness can not be seen in its entirety from their proximity.

“It’s bigger than I expected,” she whispers as they stop at the first crooked step half out of the sand and half in. He wants her to lead, with how the barrier reacted to him and he thinks it’s clear with how he stands at her side with his head tilted to the door, but she’s still.

“You don’t want to do this,” Meliodas figures, but her sudden flinch and then her expression of frustration spurs her into action. She takes the steps with her chin high and grabs the dangling hook of the door on the right. With a great heave, it opens, the creak echoing around them and inside.

He was expecting to see those that have come before them. A welcoming party of old apostles and warriors but inside is dusty with ancient-looking decor and full of sticky, thick cobwebs. The echo alone is enough for him to know it’s empty of life. “What happened to everyone?” he inquires but Elizabeth slips inside, holding the door for him to follow.

Nothing fights him, his inner demon uncomfortable but not from any force. The power must all be external. He senses something though, lower, beneath them, and with nothing interesting about the molding furnishings and rotted tables he looks in the direction of the mass of power. The floor is solid, the walls plain with old portraits long since dusted over so only outlines of the pieces can be seen.

“Fuck this,” Meliodas mutters, Elizabeth’s heavy sigh at his side is the only sign of her displeasure. “Well, at least it’s cooler in here. Let’s explore, see if we can’t find something to do while we wait for the full moon.” He figures he’s supposed to kill her then, so should keep his mind off things while he waits.

“I didn’t peg you as a silver-lining kind of guy,” she quips. He can hear her smirk and can’t help his responding one as he looks back at her with a shrug. Meliodas isn’t sure how he made her feel better, or what had bothered her to start with, but her eyes soften as she agrees to explore the house with him. “There is bound to be something interesting here, this place is over three thousand years old. Plus, there has to be a water source.”

Most of the rooms smell stale. When there is a bed it sags and most of the furniture is unusable. Every room is covered in thick dust but a few are interesting. The lookout tower is full of rusted old weapons, there is a brewery with old equipment and Meliodas is thrilled to find some barrels still sealed. They come across a secret, obvious mistress room, with old silks and lace and although the room is preserved the dust is too much to endure being inside it for long.

It isn’t until they reach the sanctuary that things are okay, livable. Ornate bowls are along the sidewalls, the windows sparkle with their stained-glass depictions and the pews are solid. On the velvet-lined platform, they find candles, a crown and the two have a laugh trying it on. Neither is sure if it’s magic that keeps it nice or if this is the only place that gets any attention every ten years. “Our last hope is what’s below or we are sleeping in this creepy worship room.” He shrugs while pointing in the general direction of the power source he sensed and the stone stairs that lead down beside the decrepit kitchen.

They pile their things in the sanctuary, having been abandoned on their cloaks in the main room when they entered before the two slip as quietly as possible down the hall to the stairs. The stones are solid but Meliodas leads as he can see best in the dark. After a few steps they both stop and turn to the other, listening. “It... can’t be,” he hushes, a smile spreading.

“Trickling water,” Elizabeth confirms their thoughts and the two take the steps much faster down the winding stairwell. At the base, it opens to a wide cavern. It’s dark, but a blue glow illuminates most of the place from cracks in the jagged chiseled out walls all along the left side with stalactites growing from the roof. “Woah.”

Meliodas is in agreement with her awe, stepping forward to see mushrooms growing where buckled edges meet, the air is humid and he breathes in, feeling his lungs fully expand after so long. He heads down the natural path and what he sees to the right makes him laugh, the sound echoing around them both. “Oh, Elizabeth. You are not going to believe this.”

She knows he is full of excitement but her heart stills and her stomach turns. “We can’t open it,” Elizabeth starts as she steps forward, her hands rising to clasp before her chest and her face growing warm, “not until-” but as soon as she sees what he had her words fade away. Her eyes widen, her smile doing the same.

A series of round and oval dips in the stone create basins to collect the trickling water, it looks clear and fresh, a few of them big enough for multiple people to bathe in. The ceiling has more crystal-like formations pointing down, drips of water plinking from their tips every so often. After the days of dry, the sun burning their skin and wearing the same clothes, soaking sounds amazing.

“I’m not waiting,” Meliodas declares, already tugging at his shirt. She glances his way, not blaming him before looking down at her own dirty outfit, dust from the house having only made it worse. Her hands raise to try and finger comb her hair, finding such a tangled disaster there that she turns her back to him.

“There are plenty, just don’t look. I’ll take the big one on the right.” Elizabeth steps around the smaller ‘tubs’, balancing on the edges between them to make her way to the one she’s chosen. Meliodas pauses, his shirt in his hand, before a smirk tips up on one side. He doesn’t say a word, just wedges off his shoes with his opposite toes and pulls at the ties on his pants. There isn’t a shred of guilt as he watches her bare herself, barely looking where he is going as he steps his way to a central pool, just to be nearer to her.

Her back is smooth, little dimples over her hips and he is mesmerized by her hair cascading down. He wonders how soft she is and if the strands will tickle his flesh...

---HEAVILY REDACTED CONTENT FOR SFW MELIZABETH EVENT--- (Full version will be available on my AO3 and FFN profiles {Jacklynnfrost} with ratings)

...He feels whole. Home. The urge to fold into her and cry rises in him so strongly he isn’t sure how he holds either of his reactions back. Tears prick at his eyes, her body over his feels like the only thing keeping him together as his inner seams unravel so quickly he’s reeling. His head floats in a haze, like the best and most encompassing of mind-altering substances.

Whatever game he was playing, he knows he’s well and truly lost it but this prize is so grand he doesn’t give a flying fuck what he intended before.

“Kiss me,” Elizabeth rasps, her hands cupping the back of his head and her nose grazes over his cheek. Her words pierce through the haze and he is quick to give her what she requests, their lips locking and the first tears he’s shed in many years fall at her gentle exploration of his mouth is healing something he thought could never be fixed within.

Meliodas holds on to her, just wanting her this close. “Thank you,” she whispers while kissing the side of his head as if he isn’t the one blessed by her. Elizabeth doesn’t pull away or complain, simply embracing him with similar emotions while she quietly sheds her own tears in his hair, unbeknownst to him. “Thank you.”

#melizabethweek #meliodas #elizabeth liones #nanatsu no taizai fanfiction #Heavily redacted for SFW event

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minstrophywife · 5 years

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Reverie

⇢Pairing: Namjoon x Scientist!Reader ⇢Genre: Romance, Sci-fi!AU ↳[fluff] [smut] [baby bit of angst] ⇢Word Count: 5,280 ⇢Warnings: Sappy romantic imagery, some really soft sex, nothing outrageous (Namjoon is really sweet okay): missionary, fingering, hand-job, creampie, no protection (please practice safe sex!).

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⇢Summary: You only meet in dreams, and it’s always on the beach. And maybe the both of you don’t want to wake up at all.

⇢A/N: Hello guys! I had a sudden idea after talking to the lovely @monospromise about her dreams. So here you go. It’s your dreams come true (ish). It’s a bit shorter than my other stuff, but I hope you enjoy! I really liked writing this one.

REVERIE.

The sun feels hot against your skin, and you can see it dance across your closed eyelids. A breeze passes by, and you smell the salt from the ocean tickle your nose.

You already feel your heart at peace, and you fight the temptation not to move at all.

When you do finally open your eyes, you are met with paradise- the sky is a brilliant blue, palm trees sway above you, the leaves shivering from the wind.

Not a bad thing to wake up to, you think, smiling softly.

You sit up, and you are laying on the grass- but a large beach stretches in front of you, the green of the water splashes onto the white sand.

It almost looks like snow, with how with the beach is, and you walk towards it, mesmerized. You have encountered such a beautiful place before.

But as you take a few steps forward, you notice another sleepy figure in the grass under his own tree. His legs are sprawled outwards, hands resting on his belly. You step closer, curious.

You notice how soft snores escape from full lips, and you can’t help the small giggle that escapes your lips. He wakes up with a stir, and you’ve been caught staring at his sleeping form. He rubs his eyes with his hands.

“Just how loud was I snoring?” He asks sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment as he sits up.

His actions make you want to tease him. “Loud enough to walk over to you.”

“Perfect then.” He says looking up at you, and his flirty response has you blinking back in shock.

You see his dimples in response, and you can’t help but think that you want to always make him smile- just to see those dimples again.

“Kim Namjoon.” he says, outstretched hand towards you.

“Y/N.” You say taking his hand in yours.

You see him again today, but he isn’t sleeping. This time Kim Namjoon is reading a book, and you peek over at the front, trying to discover the title. He looks content, shaded by a palm tree. You contemplate whether or not you should bother his reading.

Instead you take a seat as quietly as possible next to him, not trying to be rude, but happy to see a familiar face again. He hums in response, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence.

The two of you are walking together down the beach, side by side. You hunt for seashells, already the bucket filled with an array of swirling pinks and browns. You haven’t known Namjoon very long, but you can see his childlike personality appear when searching for the most interesting of shapes and colors.

“What are we going to do with the shells, when we are done?” You ask, as you find a particularly pretty pink cockle shell. You place it gingerly into the bucket that is currently wedged in the sand, between you and Namjoon.

“That’t the beauty of it- it’s about searching for things that automatically make them special. So we can do whatever we want!” He says, and your heart beats just a little faster.

The hammock is large, large enough for the two of you to climb in together. You fidget nervously as you walk closer to it, Namjoon excitedly describing the book that he just finished to you. You aren’t really paying attention though.

“After you.” He says, helping you into the hammock. You hold onto his shoulders for balance while you shift into a comfortable position to let him on as well.

He tumbles awkwardly into the netting, and you laugh, not assisting him at all. He grumbles at your lack of help, a blush riding high on his cheekbones.

It takes him some time before he can talk about his book again, especially over your giggles.

“Namjoon?” You ask, the both of you enjoying the cool of the ocean water from the heat of the summer sun.

“Yes?” He says, turning to you, and you see dimples again, and your question gets lost- the sparkling of the surface of the water as well as his hair, wet from when you splashed at him playfully.

You just return the smile instead, until he dunks your head underwater in revenge.

“Ah, hello!” He’s waiting for you again, this time he’s sitting in the sand, his bare toes are kissed by the waves, white bubbles creating a contour around his feet. As you approach closer, you see his signature dimples emerge. You can’t help but feel the corners of your mouth begin to lift in response. When you stand beside him, you hover, glancing at the sea that spreads before you, and you release a deep breath.

Every time you meet with Namjoon, your heart feels full and heavy, but there is a question that weighs down your tongue. You wonder when you can ask him.

Today feels different- clouds cover the sun, a hazy glow settling on the beach. Namjoon is waiting for you per the usual, but this time he seems distracted as you approach- so much so that you scare him when you put a hand down on his shoulder.

He turns to you and smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Hello Y/N, nice to see you as always.” Your eyebrow lifts in a silent question.

“What would you like to do today?” You ask, hoping to ease whatever is on his mind. Namjoon stands, and he naturally takes your hand in his.

“Let’s just go for a walk today.” He says and you try to focus on why he sounds so distant today, rather than on your entwined fingers. You wonder if he meant to do that. He’s not letting go though.

You walk silently for a while, footprints follow behind you in the sand.

“I know it’s all a dream you know.” He says abruptly, not looking you in the eye.

You pause mid stride, eyes widening.

“Well, a simulated dream anyways.” He mumbles, mostly to himself.

You turn towards him.

“Wait, how long have you known?” This wasn’t supposed to happen. Isn’t supposed to happen.

“Ah, I’ve known for a while. I remember reading articles in the Scientific Journals before during my lunch breaks. They mentioned trying a new way to re-stimulate the brain, to encourage the person to finally wake up from their coma. In layman’s terms anyways.” He digs his heel in the sand. He still hasn’t turned to face you yet.

You knew he was smart, and even more so after your meany sessions with Kim Namjoon. You try to search for his eyes, but he’s looking away towards the horizon, a wistful stare.

“How long was it until you noticed?” You ask. There isn’t much point on hiding it from him.

“I noticed on the third day- you always find me, but I realized that I never remember much before or after you leave. I’m just always on the beach.”

You aren’t sure what to say. But he’s staring at you, waiting.

“I’m sorry you found out.” You manage to finally say. “The patient is not supposed to know, or to ever know. Most patients don’t remember any of the sessions they wake up.”

That seems to make his eyes widen, and he turns to you with a worried expression.

“Then I’ll enjoy what I have, while I have it. I’m happy to have you.”

The hand that squeezes yours is shaking.

You squeeze it back.

Your eyes flutter open, and you peel the helmet off your head. A cold sweat has appeared on your body. The glass of the pod is still closed in front of you, but you hear Hoseok’s muffled curse and then its sliding open.

You take deep breaths.

“Are you alright?” Hoseok asks, worry knitting his brows together. “Both you and Kim Namjoon had a heightened heart rate this session.”

You swallow thickly, nodding. You know you need to tell Hoseok the truth, that the sessions could now be completely screwed up, since…

He knows.

But- you realize, that this could be an interesting part of Kim Namjoon’s recovery, as well as a further subject to study for later sessions.

Or it’s because you don’t want to stop seeing him.

“I’m fine- Don’t worry. We just were talking about some sensitive things.” You say, turning toward your colleague and best friend. He doesn’t look convinced, but he lets it slide. For now.

You exit the pod now, walking towards your laptop to distract yourself with creating the log for this session.

As the sun begins to settle down the horizon, your eyes begin to flutter- you are stubbornly fighting the pull of sleep. But you are drowsy, and your cheek nestled against his chest causes you to slowly rise and fall with each intake of breath. You count his heart beat, and find your own heart aligning with his. You vaguely feel a soothing hand that rubs small circles on your hip, matching the slow tempo of your combined hearts.

badump badump badump

Your eyes shut.

You aren’t allowed to enjoy the feeling of relaxation- too soon you hear the familiar whirring of the supercomputer fans, along with the consistent beep beep beep of the heart rate monitors, and the clicking of keyboard keys.

You refuse to open your eyes. Perhaps it means you can just stay- wrapped in his arms, falling asleep to the lullaby of his heart.

“It’ll be just a moment!”

Hoseok’s words have never felt more poignantly accurate, and you sure as hell won’t tell him.

His regular appointments are going well, each time you visit Namjoon has managed to conjure something else in his headspace to do together. You recognize it as signs of progress, that he’s finally wanting to wake up.

You want him to wake up. You do. But the smallest, quietest part of you hidden away says that you don’t want him to forget you. But you shove that thought deep and far away, in the darkest part of your heart.

It’s been about a month or so, and one particular morning you hear a soft knock on the door of your office.

Hoseok gives you a minute before popping his head in.

“It’s the Kim family. They wanted to finally meet you.”

You nod. You knew this was bound to happen sooner or later. Rising from your desk, you follow after Hoseok to see a very tired looking Mr. and Mrs. Kim. They are huddled together on the couch, and their shoulders are scrunched up.

At the sound of your entrance, both of their worn faces look up, and a soft, hopeful smiles replace their sombre faces.

“Ah, so you’re the doctor helping our Namjoon?”

You nod, reaching over to shake their hands politely. They both grapple for some sort of comfort- you know its because you are the only source who can talk to their son. You aren’t always the best with these types of meetings, but your heart feels softer for them- they have a good son, and you ignore your quickening pulse as you remember the gentle act of him tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Thank you for taking a part of this, I know that we are still in the early development parts of experimentation for this type of recovery and therapy.” You say, sitting down next to Hoseok in the opposite chair from the sofa.

They shake their heads. “We will do anything for Joonie. Anything to see him smile again.”

You want to go over and hug them at the sound of their desperation.

You don’t want to give them hope, and you can’t disclose your sessions because of doctor patient confidentiality, but you do want to reassure them- if anything to ease their anxiety just a little bit.

“You have a good son. You raised him well.” You say, smiling softly.

Mr. Kim shifts on the sofa, to sit proudly, while Mrs. Kim returns your smile.

“We know his body has physically healed, all that’s remaining is for him to wake up. We refuse to lose hope.” Mr. Kim says, and you see determination flash across his eyes. You can tell he trusts you inexplicably, and it weighs on your shoulders as you straighten in your chair.

“We just want him to wake up from his lovely dreams, and return to us so we can create new lovely memories.” Mrs. Kim wipes away some tears that are threatening to fall.

He really has some loving parents, and you feel the need to return their happiness. You steel yourself.

“I promise to bring him back home to you.”

No matter how long it takes.

Today you laying looking at the sky, not even caring about the sand in your hair.

Large puffy clouds float lazily by. You laugh when he says one looks like a lion. It’s a nostalgic game to play, as you two begin associating clouds into more and more outrageous shapes.

One looks like Icarus flying too close to the sun, and it wrenches you a bit from your fantasy. He says it looks like an angel.

“Why don’t you wake up?” You ask bluntly during one session, staring unflinchingly.

He turns to you from his crab hunting, wiping his hands on his shorts.

“And leave paradise?” He says teasingly, his lips quirking up into a playful grin.

“I’m serious.” You frown, flicking some washed up seaweed in his direction.

A raised eyebrow.

“Why are you asking now?”

You hesitate, unsure if it’s a good idea to talk to him about your meeting with his family, and the real world. He’s waiting patiently, arms crossed, gaze steady. You’re not getting out of this one now.

“You don’t think I’m trying?” He says, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. “I finally was getting somewhere in life, feeling accomplished. Then the accident happened and everything stopped. You don’t think I’m not full of desire to continue?”

You stay silent, not ready to break his revealing of emotions.

“I don’t want to be angry. I’m trying not to be upset at what happened.”

It’s the first time you’ve heard bitterness in Namjoon’s usually calm voice.

“I’ll ask you the same. Why won’t I wake up? You’re the doctor.” He spits, clearly frustrated and upset. He’s not even looking at you now.

You’ve hit a nerve, and you realize how much his words have hurt you in turn. You stand angrily.

It’s your first fight, and the first time you’ve left a session early.

You press the small button on your bracelet, signaling for Hoseok to pull you awake.

You decide it’s time to be more professional. You decide to not plug back into his dreamscape until you can give him some answers.

His question hurt, but it was the truth. You have the power in this situation- you get to wake up but he does not. He’s stuck in his own head.

He must be suffocating.

And you took advantage of it, swept up in your own emotions and feelings toward Namjoon.

You feel so selfish.

You chastised yourself for being so unprofessional, wallowing a bit. Instead of trying to help Namjoon, here you are letting yourself being pampered by him, caught up in a dream and the notion of paradise.

Hoseok could feel your frustration, instead he just dutifully listened to all your requests, consistently sliding a steaming cup of coffee on your desk every few hours.

You really don’t deserve his kindness.

But now you are just determined- determined to help Namjoon escape and finally wake up.

You’ve been pouring over Kim Namjoon’s brain activity over the past few months, comparing the patterns of when you plugged in versus his neutral state.

You furrow your eyebrows, checking your data and are unhappy with the results. In general, you can tell his brain activity is acting normal, and honestly should be allowing for him to wake up. And yet each time you unplug from him, the brain activity goes back to a neutral state.

Tonight is another night of frustration. After a week of analysis, you really hate to reach your conclusion, because it seems like a cop out. Everything just seems psychosomatic.

He really is lost in his own head- something is keeping him back and you aren’t exactly sure what it quite is yet.

With newfound determination, you realize you need to plug back in, and actually talk to him.

The next day, at work, you pull Hoseok aside the minute he walks in.

“I think after taking the last week to analyze my sessions with Kim Namjoon, I still can’t produce any conclusions as to why he won’t wake up.”

He sits in thought for a moment, processing your comment.

“After my own study as well, I think we both can conclude its psychosomatic.”

You both wince at the word.

You needed to hear it from Hoseok.

“I think we both know you need to talk to Kim Namjoon again.” He clears his throat, and dares to look you in the eye. “I don’t know what happened between the two of you to cause you to avoid him, but as your colleague, and most importantly, as your friend, you can’t keep avoiding the inevitable.”

You gulp. You can always count on Jung Hoseok to get straight to the point.

“Especially for Namjoon’s sake.”

He’s right.

“Especially for Namjoon’s sake.” You repeat, your voice small.

You lay into the pod again, and this time Hoseok helps hook the helmet securely, as a form of settling your anxiety. You nod in silent thanks.

The glass doors of the pod slide shut, and you close your eyes. You faintly hear Hoseok’s words of “good luck” before you smell the sea breeze.

When you open your eyes this time, your vision is filled with stars. It’s your first dreamscape with Namjoon that occurs at night.

While it’s nighttime, its still warm, and you pause for a moment, awed by such a spectacle of beauty.

It’s as if someone has thrown confetti in the air, and the pieces have hung suspended.

The amount of stars make you think that Namjoon is trying to impress you. Maybe.

You walk forward towards the beach, head pointed to the sky as you stop to sit again while you wait for him. You dig your toes into the sand.

In an instant, he’s there.

There is a long stretch of silence- perhaps you both don’t know what to say after your fight. Silent apologies hang heavy in the air.

“Thank you.” You say, eyes not leaving the stars, stars he made for you.

You hear a heavy exhale, and he shifts - a hand finds your own.

“I told myself I would make it up to you- that I had to. For me being an asshole to the one person who makes me not alone.”

“We both were wrong.”

His hand tightens further on your own.

“I am your doctor, and you my patient. I got caught up in my growing attachment to you, and instead of focusing on helping you, instead I was selfish and was focusing on me.”

You continue quickly, wanting to get your point across before Namjoon can interject.

“Maybe instead of creating dates and a paradise for me…” you whisper, and you fight a blush forming at your bold words, “… you should figure out what you need first.” You press your free hand against his heart.

There is a long pause, and you can feel the beating of his heart against his chest.

badump badump badump

Namjoon takes this moment to reach across, grabbing your cheek to pull your attention away from your hand over his heart.

“Did it ever cross your mind…” he says, eyes searching yours, thumb dragging softly across your cheek, “…that you are what makes me want to be able to wake up and see you every day? Every moment?”

You break your eye contact, gaze shifting down shyly. You look at your entwined fingers in the sand.

Namjoon is not deterred.

“That when I close my eyes and open them again I can be with you? That when I pursue my life to the fullest it can be by your side?”

Tears spill and fall from your eyes, you hadn’t noticed it before. His thumb wipes along the tracks.

And then his lips are on yours and he’s kissing you.

Soft, but desperate.

And you kiss back, with the same fervor, and your hand tightens on fabric of his tee, bunching it between your fingers.

Your lip is being pulled between his teeth, and then you flick your tongue out to meet his mouth and then tongues twist together, sloppy and needy.

You are vaguely aware of him shifting- he’s pushing you down, your hair in the sand. You open your eyes at your world shifting, and he pulls away.

Your vision is filled with him, the stars, and your breath catches in your throat.

“That when I touch you, it’s not a dream- your skin beneath my fingers, your shuddering breath, your body under mine.” His voice is rumbling, broken from your kisses.

He’s waiting patiently for your response, a warm hand teasing under the hem of your shirt.

“I want you too.” You whisper, more tears threatening to fall.

And soon enough his shirt is removed, and so is yours, and he’s flush against your body, his lips brushing against your eyelids, your nose, you’re cheeks.

He moves to your neck, and you feel yourself becoming lost in him. His tongue worships your skin, especially the spot where you let out a soft moan.

As he’s languidly kissing your neck, his hand traces the softness of your sides, traveling upwards to cup your breast, fingers brushing your nipple in teasing touches.

You don’t want him to stop, the way he’s loving you, but you bring shaky hands to his hair, weaving it amongst the soft strands, hopefully your feelings can be translated to him.

He releases the skin of your neck from between his teeth, the skin already beginning to darken in shade.

“That when you look in the mirror later, you can remember me.”

A soft moan releases from your lips.

He moves down your body, memorizing the planes of your body with his mouth, his tongue, your hands never leaving his hair.

He reaches the swell of your breast, and suckles lightly on your nipple, his full lips pillows against you. The warm and wet sensation causes you to grip tighter at his hair.

You feel his lips quirk upwards in a smile.

The attention on your breast means you aren’t paying attention to hands, playing with the waistband of your pants, until you feel a fumbling with the zipper. His fingers struggle to accomplish the job, while he’s mouthing your chest.

You laugh breathlessly.

When you lift your hips to assist him, he ignores your teasing- merely peels the fabric down your legs when the zipper is finally loose, fingers dragging down your legs. You kick the offending material away when when it pools around your ankles.

And Namjoon looks at you, only you- and his fingers trace along your folds, the fabric of your panties wet because of him, only him.

You so desperately want to him to push- it would be so simple for the fabric to be moved out of the way. But you know that the both of you are taking time, time in each other.

You pull his head back towards yours, lips seeking contact- their partner has been missing already too long.

The kisses this time are softer, no tongue, just soft pecks of adoration. And when his fingers apply more pressure, your hands finally leave from his hair to make their way towards his shorts- the simple drawstring undone quickly- and your own fingers tease along his hipbone until they dip lower still towards his cock, straining against his briefs.

When your fingers wrap securely around his shaft and move, your panties are finally removed and his fingers plunge into your folds. He groans against your lips, you tighten around him further in response.

You match his rhythm, and he matches yours, with each stroke of his cock he pushes into you, and you both are becoming undone.

His thumb brushes against your clit, and you moan deeply and at that point your patience lasts no longer.

He settles further between your legs, the head of his cock replacing his fingers against your clit, before he finally enters you.

He moves in slowly, savoring the way you suck him in, your hands grapple for his shoulders, trying to pull him in further. And when his body is flush against yours, he pauses to look at your blush, your hair sticking to the sides of your face, and your eyes that screwed shut in pleasure.

And then he moves- slow, deep. But the pace is not enough, and he’s not going deep enough because you want to be lost in him.

You lift your legs to hook around him bringing him closer to you. And then he understands.

And your moans intertwine with his, and as he keeps going, deeper and harder still, you know you’re close, even though you don’t want this moment to end.

But it does, like all dreams do.

And when you do, you cry out, your orgasm too much to process- but you open your eyes because you want to see the look of pleasure on his face, you aren’t sure when you’ll see it next. His eyebrows are knit together, his sweat making his neck and forehead sheen and sparkle from the moonlight. And then he’s coming in you, and you are him and he is you.

badump badump badump

And when you both catch your breath, eyes refocusing onto his face-

“I can only see stars.” You say.

“I can only see stars.” He parrots back.

And your heart is full.

When you return to the office the next day, you already feel anxiety creeping up your spine.

You should feel nervous to see him again, especially after your last intimate encounter, but instead all you feel is nausea.

You settle into the pod and you feel suffocated for the first time.

Because when you open your eyes, it’s as if you hadn’t opened your eyes at all. There is nothing. You don’t know how long you stare into nothing.

Hoseok rips you back into the pod, removing the helmet as quickly as you can.

You are breathing heavily, and you feel cold- so cold.

Hoseok won’t look into your eyes, he’s nervously gripping a clipboard with paperwork behind his back.

Your stomach drops to your chest, and all you can hear is your heart thudding in your ears.

His dreams are gone.

It’s week two and you still can’t see the beach. You fruitlessly connect to the machine, and at this point the other scientists don’t hold you back. You can still feel the pity that fills their eyes, and instead of feeling sad, you just feel frustrated. Why does it feel like everyone else has given up? Even Hoseok doesn’t flash a determined smile back at you now, he simply grips your shoulder as if to try to ground you before stepping away to begin the program. You close your eyes, and when you open them back up-

It’s unbearably silent, an empty void.

You feel so alone.

You wonder if he is experiencing it too- lost in a sea of black.

Does he feel as alone as you?

Hoseok is kind- he leaves you to your thoughts for at least an hour, before he returns you back into the hospital.

There are no tears to shed anymore, just a dull ache.

“Anything?” Hoseok asks gently, out of routine and comfort, rather than out of curiosity. He helps, unplugging you from the helmet and wires, holding a hand out as you step out of the pod. “Nope, no change.” You accept his hand, and walk towards the computers to log the same entry you have entered for the past two weeks.

You can see him want to ask a question, as his eyebrows draw together for a brief moment, but he just nods, stepping outside to leave you alone.

You know what question is on the tip of his tongue, but you both know the answer to it.

As long as it needs to be.

Today you Namjoon after you have met with your other patients, your schedule is much busier because of the increased funding towards your department.

Amongst your patients, You’ve seen countless scenes, most in a comfortable home, a warm fireplace, or a large library full of books. Some were outside, a beautiful forest of green, hills of snow, a grassy park, an endless garden of roses - in front of you. You were even on a distant planet once.

You have never seen another beach though.

The success rate is increasing steadily per day, more and more patients finally waking up. It makes you determined, after each success, to see happy family and loved ones shedding tears of happiness to finally reunite with those who have been asleep for so long.

You want to give Namjoon’s family and friends just the same result.

This time, you do not connect to the machine- you knew how tired Hoseok was after today- a total of seven patients- so you sent him home early.

“Are you sure?” He quirks his head towards you, wincing when his neck cracks in response to the movement.

“We’ve both had a long day Hoseok, go home and get some rest. I can visit him on my own today.” You even hang up your lab coat in the locker, just for good measure- to try and convince him that it’s okay.

He’s still hesitating, fiddling with his keycard around his neck.

You turn, flashing him a reassuring smile. He finally sighs, pulling on his own lab coat to hang.

“I promise I’ll make up for it tomorrow.” He looks at you apologetically.

Shaking your head, he just gives your shoulder a squeeze, a wordless form of continued support.

“Until tomorrow.”

You walk down the sterile white hallway, until your reach his room, his name still pinned to the side of the door.

Kim Namjoon.

You slide the door open, and immediately grab the not so comfortable chair that sits to the right of the entrance.

You take a familiar seat next to him, or as close as you can get, as he’s in his temperature and air controlled unit.

beep beep beep

The heart rate monitor reminds you he’s still here, still fighting to return. So you have to stay strong for him too.

beep beep beep

You curl up in your seat, muscles relaxing after the long day at work.

“Hello again.” You say into the air, a little louder than necessary. You hope your words find his ears, especially behind the protective barrier surrounding him.

beep beep beep

You don’t say anything afterwards, you sit, just relaxing in his presence. You fight the weight in your eyelids, the heaviness of your drooping head.

You don’t notice the twitch of his fingertips.

It feels surreal to be at the beach again.

The sky and sea merge into one, an endless expanse of blue that reminds you just how small you are in comparison. But then you feel his hand grasp yours, and suddenly you realize you don’t ever have to face it alone.

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sendingmyrevenge · 5 years

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It’s A Date - Jeff Skinner

A/N: Another fic posted once in a blue moon? You bet! Should I make a part 2 or turn this into a series?

Warnings: None

Summary: Your youngest brother wanted nothing more than to see his idol, Jeff Skinner, play in person. Because he was born deaf, you come to his aid to translate what was happening and Jeff just happens to notice.

*Quotes in italics is Finn signing

The KeyBank Center bustled with fans covered head-to-toe in navy blue and gold. You were no exception to this, blending right in with the rest of arena.

In half an hour, the Buffalo Sabres will be playing against the Vancouver Canucks.

Today’s game was special for you. Not only was it between your two favorite teams, it was also your youngest brother’s, Finn’s, 9th birthday.

Due to a pregnancy complications, Finn was born deaf. You were 14 and your other brother, Parker, was 13 when your mother became pregnant with Finn. With your mother’s age, everyone knew what risks were to come with the pregnancy. You were just thankful Finn was born as healthy as he could be.

As he grew and entered elementary school, Finn had trouble making friends. None of his classmates knew sign language, so it was difficult to communicate with his peers. The only people he was comfortable around with were his family, especially you and your other brother.

Coming from a hockey-loving family, Finn found the sport as his getaway. You didn’t need to hear to understand the sport. Everything was visual and exhilarating. Finn loved watching the speed of the hockey players skating on the ice. He was mesmerized by their agility and skills, especially Jeff Skinner’s.

The dimpled, 5’11”, brunette haired man who always wore a smile on his face eased his way into Finn’s heart, and ultimately the whole family’s hearts. Jeff meant a lot to Finn. It was a mixture of Jeff’s talents and his bubbly personality that won Finn over.

For Finn’s birthday, your family decided to surprise him with tickets to the Sabres game. When he received the tickets, Finn almost fell out of his seat. He gave everyone the tightest hug he could muster up and would not stop jumping around. He frantically signed “Thank you!” and “This is the best present ever!” The words he mouthed were not up to speed with his hands.

It would be you, Finn, and Parker that would be attending. Your parents stayed home since your family could only afford three tickets, and it was even more costly because of where the seats were.

Now here you were, past security and currently waiting next to the men’s bathroom because Parker didn’t go before you left the house. Finn held onto your hand, rocking back and forth impatiently.

You felt him tug your arm and looked down at Finn. He signed to you, “Can we just leave Parker? I wanna see the warmups!”

You laughed and ruffled his hair. Finn obviously couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. You signed back, “Easy there, bud. We still have a lot of time.”

Finn huffed, but nodded in understanding. Not a moment later, Parker exited the bathroom with a cheeky grin.

“Well that was relieving. I was holding in that doozy the whole ride here.” He spoke to you and also signed so Finn could understand.

“Ugh, I didn’t need to know that.” You grimaced.

“Alrighty then,” Parker rolled down the sleeves to his Eichel jersey. “Wanna get food first and then find our seats?”

Finn furiously shook his head. “Seats now. Food later.”

You and Parker complied. You held your hand out for Finn to hold and followed Parker to your seats. Finn had no clue where you guys would be sitting, and boy was he was in for a treat.

The three of you didn’t have to take that many escalators to get to your lodge. In fact, you only had to go up one floor. Finn’s grip tightened the closer you guys walked to the ice. A smirk creeped onto your face when Parker stopped at the very first row.

“Here we are.” He beamed at Finn. Your seats were right next to the Sabres bench. With the biggest smile on his face, Finn let go of your hand and crashed into Parker to give him another hug.

When they let go and Finn turned to face you, you signed, “What, no hug for me? I’m the one who bought the tickets!” The smile on your face showed that you were only joking. Nevertheless, Finn gave you his infamous bear hug.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Do you guys want anything?” Parker asked.

“Pizza.”

“Fries.”

While Parker went to the concessions, you situated self in your seat and checked your phone. 20 minutes until the game started.

Finn sat in the seat closest to the bench. He looked around in awe, taking in his surroundings. The zamboni made its final lap around the rink, fans unknowingly appeared on the jumbotron, and the refs and linesmen were huddled around the net. The arena seemed so small on the television screen. But in reality, the size was overwhelming.

Occupied with replying to your boss’ email, you didn’t realize the players began skating on the ice. Finn smacked your arm repeatedly to get your attention, pointing at a familiar #53.

“It’s Jeff Skinner! It’s Jeff Skinner!” He signed.

Finn banged on the glass trying to get Jeff’s attention whenever he skated past them. Moments later, Jeff skated towards your area again and stopped. He worked on some puck control techniques while watching his other teammates warm up.

Jeff stood right in front of Finn. Only the glass separated you and Finn from him. All your little brother could do was stare up at him in shock and admiration.

You quickly unlocked your phone to take a photo of the sight and text it to the family groupchat. The photo came out perfectly. Finn had his mouth wide open, looking up at Jeff. Jeff, oblivious to what was going on, had his back turned towards Finn.

Being the amazing big sister you were, you pounded on the glass in hopes of gaining Jeff’s attention. Fortunately, it worked. Jeff turned around and waved. The smile on his face deepened when he saw you.

Your heart skipped a beat. He was more attractive in person and his dimples made him even more adorable. What could you say, sometimes a girl’s gotta fangirl.

“It’s my little brother’s birthday. It would make his day if he got a puck!” You screamed over the music.

“Of course!” Jeff smiled. He picked the puck up with his stick and threw it over the glass. You caught it with ease, handing it to a starstruck Finn.

Finn snapped out of his daze, hugging the puck close to him. You thanked Jeff on behalf of Finn, hugging your brother close to your side in glee.

“It’s no problem.” Jeff stated. “How old are your turning, bud?”

You translated Jeff’s question to Finn, and he held up nine fingers.

“Oh... Is he deaf?” He asked upon seeing your hand gestures.

“Yeah he is. But he loves watching hockey, especially his favorite team.” You replied.

“Ah, I see. Who’s his favorite player?”

“That would be you! You’re his idol.”

Jeff’s face reddened upon hearing your answer. He held his gloved fist against the glass, motioning for Finn to give him a fist bump.

“Thanks, buddy. That means a lot.” You translated his words to Finn. He fist bumped Jeff and signed, “Can you sign my jersey?”

“He wants to know if you could sign his jersey.”

“For sure! How about after the game, you meet in the locker room? I can give him a tour. Meet some other players too.”

“Oh my gosh, that would make his entire year!” You beamed. You couldn’t wait to give Finn the news.

“What’s your name so I can tell security?”

“Y/N L/N. And this is my brother Finn!”

“Y/N. Finn. Got it.”

Your name rolled easily off of Jeff’s tongue. Jeff could finally put a name to your face and he would be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive.

“I gotta go, but security will come and get you after the game. Bye Y/N! Happy birthday, Finn! Wait... you’ll translate what I said to him, right?” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Jeff was never in this situation before, but he wanted to make sure Finn knew what he said.

You let out a laugh. “Of course.”

“Okay great. Well, enjoy the game!” He waved at the two of you and skated away.

The people sitting in the seats around you stared at you with wide eyes. Oh, how they wish they had gotten a player’s attention.

Finn looked up at you with curious eyes. He really wanted to know what you and Jeff were talking about. You signed to him everything Jeff said and Finn’s reaction was well worth it.

Parker came back with the food and drinks, annoyance lingering on his face. “The damn mustard packet exploded and it got on my jersey.” He placed the trays on the ground now able to sign so Finn could be included in the conversation. “So, did I miss anything?”

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Throughout the game, Finn would wave at Jeff whenever he sat down on the bench and he’d always wave back. Other players waved at him as well and you caught it all on video. You couldn’t wait to show your friends the adorable sight. You caught Parker up on everything he missed and he wouldn’t shut up about it. “Next time you’re getting the food and I’ll woo the players.” He joked.

The game ended in OT with Jeff scoring the winning goal. Everyone was leaving the arena in happy spirits while the three of you were escorted to the locker room doors by security. Finn was on Parker’s back, trying hard not to fall asleep because the post-game interviews were taking too long. When Jeff walked out of the locker room showered and dressed in his finest suit, you had to do a double take. The black on black suit was doing miracles to him.

“Sorry about that. Sometimes the press likes to hold us up with useless questions.” He glanced at Parker and held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Jeff. And you are?”

“I’m their brother Parker and a big fan of yours. You game-winning goal was amazing!” So much for him playing it cool.

“Thanks man. It means a lot.” He smiled sheepishly.

Jeff then turned to you. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.” He shook your hand longer than he had done with Parker, smiling gently.

“Likewise.” You blushed.

Finn jumped down from Parker’s back, now fully awake. His presence caused you and Jeff to separate.

“Finn, my man! Did you like the game?” Jeff crouched down to Finn’s level and gave him a hug. When they separated you translated to Finn, who nodded his head vigorously.

After all the formalities, Jeff led you guys inside the locker rooms with Finn holding his hand. He introduced the team to Finn and they all gave him hugs and fist bumps. Parker was with them to translate while you stayed back to take photos.

As Eichel was helping Finn try on his jersey and gear, Jeff took the opportunity to walk over to you.

“Hey,” He stood next to you with his hands deep in his pockets. You greeted him back. The both of you watching Finn laugh at something Jack did.

“You’re an amazing sister, you know.” Jeff spoke up.

“Thanks, I’d do anything to make him happy.” You blushed. “He’s idolized you even when you were with the Canes.” Now it was Jeff’s turn to blush.

“Finn has us all wrapped around his fingers already. He’s a special kid.”

“Yeah. He has that effect on people.” You laughed.

“Um... if it’s alright with you, I’d like to invite Finn to one of our practices and get him on the ice with us.” You stared at him gobsmacked. Jeff was already doing so much for Finn. You didn’t expect him to go out of his way again - not that you were complaining.

“Of course! Finn would love that so much!” You gushed.

The two of you exchanged numbers so you could plan out the details.

“I hope you’re not a crazy fan who’ll sell my number.” He joked.

“Aw man, you got me. Guess I won’t be paying off my student loans tonight.” You nudged him. Jeff threw his head back and laughed. You couldn’t help but laugh as well, and you subconsciously leaned into him for support.

When the laughs started to die down, he cleared his throat noticing how close the two of you were. You stepped back embarrassed and apologizing, but his dimpled smile appeared on his face again to let you know it was fine.

“So, um. Uh...” Jeff looked down at his shoes, trying to find the right words.

“Do you think we can get together before Finn comes to our practice so you can teach me some basic sign language? It’s cool if you can’t. I mean, I just thought it would be nice if I can talk - I mean sign - to him so he can feel right at home. You’ll still be there to translate, of course. So I guess we don’t need to meet up...”

You let him ramble on. The extra length Jeff was willing to go to for your brother made your heart melt. It was truly one of the most adorable things you’ve ever seen.

“If you want, we can meet up during my lunch breaks any day you’re free. It would make Finn’s day if you could learn a little bit of sign language.” You offered. His face broke out into a relieved smile.

“Great! I’ll text you when I’m free and we can start from there.” He beamed.

“It’s a date.” You confirmed, smiling widely.

Jeff mirrored your expression. “I guess it is.”

He gave you one final look and walked back to Finn, ready to show him more of the arena.

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smileyoongle · 5 years

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Idol BTS! Doing a live together

Requested by @twiwwo

I hope you like it.... sorry for the delay. Took me long enough to complete this. Let's get it....

Kim Seokjin:

You pushed the door open with your hip while trying to balance the plates of food in your hand. Your boyfriend, Jin, wasn't feeling very good so you offered to take care of him. You narrowed your eyes when you saw him doing a live. A few minutes ago, he was lying in bed while complaining about how he was probably gonna die. Setting the food down, you sighed and turned to leave without a word when he grabbed your hand to stop you. "So my beloved Y/N is here and like I said she's gonna be joining me in today's EATJIN!" He announced as he pulled you to sit beside him. You gawked at him but you weren't really surprised. This was typical of him to do. And it wasn't like you hadn't joined his live before. You smiled and turned to the screen, greeting all the viewers. "So let's get to it then. Just a little warning though, Y/N's a terrible cook so if I seem a little out of it, please forgive me." He said, picking up the chopsticks, his comment making you gasp. "Excuse me?! You know what, I'm a terrible cook, right? Then maybe you should make your own food." You glared at him and placed your hands on your hips. Jin suppressed a smile from etching itself into his face. He absolutely loved teasing you. It was the most fascinating thing to him. But before he could snap back into reality, he saw you leaving the room with the food. He let out a small whine and grabbed the phone before chasing after you. The half of the live consisted of him convincing you that you made even better food than him and you wrapping up the live due to Jin falling asleep on camera.

Kim Namjoon:

You stole a glance at Namjoon, who was busy doing a live about his new studio, while you tried to fix the figurine he had broken. Smiling, you shook your head and continued to join the broken pieces again. It made you really happy to see how content he looked when he talked on his lives. Getting deeply engrossed in putting together the last detached piece, you didn't notice that your boyfriend had now pointed the camera at you. Namjoon let out a low chuckle before mumbling 'cute' when he saw the way you, involuntarily, stuck your tongue out. You let out a squeal as soon as you fixed the figurine, before clamping a hand over your mouth. You looked at Namjoon to see him laughing while the live stream displayed everything you just did. "How long have you been recording me?" You whined and hid your face with your hands. Moving from the chair to the couch where you sat, Namjoon pulled your hands and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He leaned his cheek against yours. "Everyone, say hi to this saviour beside me. She saves things from the danger of being damaged by me." He said, making you laugh. The comments were filled with how adorable both of you were. In an awful attempt to give you a hug, Namjoon let the phone slip from his hands. You both stared at the cracked screen while the fans wondered what caused the sudden disruption. "Not again..." You mumbled as you shut your eyes before walking out of the studio, leaving Namjoon to figure out how to deal with this.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi was doing a live while you baked cookies in the kitchen. Music was heard through the speaker placed on top of the counter. You started dancing while gathering all the ingredients in one place. Yoongi stood leaning on the counter while he showed his fans what you were up to. He let out a low laugh making you turn around immediately. You widened your eyes while he walked towards you. "This is what the person you all, so desperately, wanted to see was doing." He said to the live stream. You lightly hit his shoulder and went back to making your cookies. Yoongi placed the phone on the counter so that you both were visible. Soon the kitchen was a mess while both of you baked the cookies together. You mixed the ingredients while Yoongi handed them to you one by one. Finally, you put the cookies in the oven and sat down on the floor. Yoongi grabbed the phone and you both talked to the fans until the cookies finished baking. You took the tray out and tried to cool down one cookie. "Review time!" You grinned at the screen and took a bite. Instantly, you grimaced and stared at the cookie. "What is it?" Yoongi asked, taking the cookie from you and taking a bite. He coughed and made a face similar to yours. "I think I handed you the salt instead of the sugar." He concluded causing the fans to send millions of laughing emojis. Not wanting to waste the cookies, you both packed them nicely and decided to give them to the members. This live was by far the best live that you and Yoongi did. "The next live will be the reaction of the members to these awful cookies so stay tuned!" Yoongi announced, throwing up his signature gang signs, sending you into fits of laughter.

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok was doing his usual 'Hope on the street' practice. He told you that he needed a partner for this and you agreed to help him. What you didn't know was that he was going to live stream the practice. You suddenly didn't like this idea anymore, his fans had only seen you in photos but today they would see you on live and this made you nervous. "Y/N, I promise they're gonna love you!" Hoseok said while he held your hand. When the live started, you pretended that there was no one watching you. And soon enough, you were laughing hysterically as you danced with Hoseok. He was still teaching you the dance. When you two got tired, you proceeded to take a break. You answered a couple of fan questions before going back to dance. Hoseok was busy showing his adorable dimples when you screamed. The camera almost slipped out of his hands but he caught it on time. "What's wrong?" He asked, moving towards you while the comment section was filled with panic. You squealed and ran back to your boyfriend. "There's a freaking cockroach near the speakers." You said, covering your face with your hands. Trying to be brave in front of you, Hoseok gulped and walked towards the speakers. You watched him carefully, bugs creeped the hell out of you. Your eyes widened when Hoseok gasped and took quick steps back to you, stumbling in the process and falling flat on his face. "You didn't mention that it could fly!" He complained. The camera faced the ceiling before you picked it up while laughing. It was funny, how could you not laugh? The rest of the live, you and Hoseok sat in the corner of the practice room while calling someone to help get rid of the little creature. Everyone had a good laugh whenever they saw this live.

Park Jimin:

"Please stay warm. It's really cold outside." Jimin said, looking at the camera while reading some of the comments. He stepped outside of his house and saw you kneeling on the ground. Making his way towards you, he turned the camera so that everyone watching the live could get a glimpse of what Jimin was so mesmerized with. Suddenly you jumped and let out a 'YAY' which made Jimin flinch a little. Only when he saw the smile on your face, he relaxed. You placed the head of the snowman on its body and stepped away to look at it properly. Not noticing your boyfriend, you scanned around for any rocks that you could use as the eyes. Jimin placed a finger on his lips and looked at the camera, taking slow steps closer to you. He bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, throwing it at you as you squealed on feeling the cool substance on your neck. You turned around to see Jimin laughing, narrowing your eyes at him. "Game on!" You yelled and gathered snow to throw it back at him. For the next hour, Jimin ran around with the phone while you chased him. The live was certainly entertaining as all the people watching were already separated into teams based on who they support. Getting tired, Jimin stopped running and faced you, seeing the huge lump of snow you held. As you swung your arm towards him, he ended up falling before the snow could even hit him. You gasped, not because your boyfriend fell but because he fell on the snowman you made. Rushing towards him, you moved aside the snow and took the phone to avoid any damage to it. "Look what he did!" You complained to watching armys. While you were busy being mad at Jimin, he pulled you to lay beside him on the cold snow. You pushed his hands away as he attempted to tickle you, the giggles falling from your mouth while the viewers got very interesting angles of your face, good enough to make new memes. Finally giving up, Jimin lay on top of you, his cheek next to yours. The fans gave very hearty reactions although there were some hateful comments. The live ended with the two of you going back inside the warmth of your house.

Kim Taehyung:

You and Taehyung were the crazy but perfect couple. So here you were, in the middle of the night, ready to blast your favourite songs in a karaoke booth. Taehyung started a live on his phone and placed it in the corner of the room, making sure that both of you were visible. You had been in taehyung's lives before and the fans were very fond of you. You held the mic as Taehyung chose the song. You let out a loud laugh when you heard the beats to "I am the Best" by 2NE1. In a few minutes, the two of you were singing as if your life depended on it. As usual, Taehyung went into his karaoke mode which consisted of him dancing in the most hilarious ways possible. You moved closer to the phone to read some comments. One of the viewers enquired about taehyung's rainbow wig. You held taehyung's hand and pulled him to you while pointing at the comment. He narrowed his eyes and thought for a minute. Suddenly he gave his boxy grin and went away while you shrugged at the camera. Taehyung came back, sporting your green scarf on his head. "Not rainbow but it works!" He grinned, taking your hand and going to choose the next song. The live went on for a pretty long time and two of you didn't look like you were gonna stop anytime soon. After watching Taehyung rap to cypher, you decided it was probably enough for the night. You both gathered your things and left to go home but ended up getting distracted on the way by an arcade. Taehyung held the phone up and placed his other hand on your shoulder, dragging you into the arcade. "It ain't over yet!" He said, striking his signature V pose. The live went on as the viewers watched you both beat each other's scores in the colourful arcade until the sun rose on the horizon.

Jeon Jungkook:

It was April fools day and Jungkook had been thinking of pranks to scare you. It had become a tradition and you had managed to come up with the best prank every single time. Jungkook sighed and started a live, regardless of whether he was gonna prank you or not. It had been a week since you and Jungkook had bought a car and you were currently out buying groceries. The bell rang, your arrival being announced by loud sobs coming from outside. Jungkook ran to the door and saw you crying, holding the steering wheel of the car in your hand. His expression was so hilarious, you really wanted to laugh. You dropped the steering wheel and hugged him, crying into his shirt. The fans were going berserk, they already figured this was a prank. "They sold us a fake car. I was pulling into the driveway when the steering wheel just came out, kook." You mumbled, sniffling to add more effect. Slowly Jungkook wrapped an arm around you, trying to understand how you managed to damage a new car. His eyes fell on the screen of the phone, reading a comment which stated that this was a prank for sure. He smiled evilly and pulled away from you. "If it's already broken then why not do it nicely?" He said, making you confused. He handed you the phone and went inside the house. "What is going on?" You asked the viewers. Before you could read the answers, Jungkook came back with a bat in his hand. He grabbed your hand and smiled at you, dragging you to the car. He raised the bat in his hand, ready to strike the windshield. "No, Jungkook! It was a prank!" You yelled and held his hand. At first, he gave you a serious glance but soon burst out laughing. You rolled your eyes. "You knew." You said, looking at the screen. Jungkook took the phone from you, still laughing. "I love you all!" He winked at the camera. You jumped on his back as he carried you inside the house. "There's always a next time." You shrugged, trying to look unbothered. Jungkook chuckled and set you on the couch, laying down on your stomach. A good half an hour later of conversing with the fans, you suddenly gasped. Pushing Jungkook off of you, you ran outside. Jungkook groaned, rubbing his elbow. "What happened?!" He yelled behind you. He heard the front door open as he stared at the live. "There was ice-cream in the grocery bag!" You answered, continuing your rescue mission while Jungkook shook his head and laughed.

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waterlemonnn · 4 years

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when i saw you || bang chan x reader

You’ve saved up all of your money to buy front-row tickets to the Stray Kids concert, barely grabbing your seat in time. Then you accidentally lock eyes with Bang Chan onstage.

Warnings: none?? mostly fluff uwu

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You’ve barely scraped together enough money to buy you and your sister front row tickets to Stray Kids’ concert. It was her absolute favorite band - she had been obsessing about it for months and had dozens of posters in her room. It was blinding to look at. Being the considerate sibling you were, you decided to give her the best present you could think of.

Man, did you regret it. Your wallet was deceased now.

Anyways, better enjoy the moment while it lasts. Your sister and you had taken your seats a few minutes ago, waiting for the show to start. Even though you didn’t know the group all too well, you felt the energy radiating from the fans surrounding you as songs played from the speakers.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed. Fans began to cheer, waving their light sticks around their heads as an image began to project from the screen. Scenery began to flash by as a voice spoke from the speakers. You could barely hear it over your sister’s screaming.

The screen switched to each member’s profile, flashing by.

Bang Chan. Lee Know. Changbin...

You suddenly felt very intimidated.

They were all gorgeous.

After the last member, I.N., flashed from the screen, everything faded to black. The crowd’s cheers grew even louder.

Then, the lights shone on eight figures standing at the stage. Your sister was practically shrieking, awestruck under the presence of her idols.

The first song began to start, an energetic tune with a heavy beat that seemed to match up with your stumbling heartbeat. They started to move in mesmerizing patterns, completely in synch with each other. Their energy almost rivaled their fans - you could tell that they were putting their all into their performance.

You could understand why your sister loved them so much. As the concert progressed, the members kept on filling the stage with their charisma and energy. You were so enveloped in their performance that you almost didn’t see one of them, a blond-haired boy in a blazer, wave at you from onstage.

You got so flustered that you smacked yourself in the chin when trying to wave back at him.

The boy seemed concerned for a second, his eyes filled with worry. But once he saw that you were okay, he started laughing hard. In the middle of the song.

Your heart stopped. You hadn’t noticed his dimples until now, or how his eyes sparkled so much when he laughed.

These thoughts were interrupted by your sister shaking your shoulder vigorously. “Did you see that, Y/N?? He waved at me!!! He actually waved at me!” She was near tears.

Sighing, you turned your eyes back towards the stage. He was back in the center again, singing his verses.

You wondered if he actually did wave at you.

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It was nearly halfway through the concert when you started to remember all of their names, asking your sister for confirmation. The guy who had waved at you (and had rudely laughed at you >:( ) was named Bang Chan, the leader of the group. You noticed his Australian accent when he introduced himself.

At this moment, Han and Felix had roped Bang Chan into doing aegyo, even though he had heavily protested to it.

“Come on, Chan!” Felix whined. You noticed that he was Australian too. “Do it for the fans.”

“Do it for us.” Han added, laughing. “Do it. Do it. Do it.”

The fans, or “Stays,” you had learned, quickly caught on. Soon the entire stadium was filled with the chants of “Do it.”

“Fine, fine!” Chan interrupted, waving his arms around. “I’ll do it!”

Everyone broke into cheers. Han quickly waved his hands for silence.

“Ready? One~!”

Chan brought his hands to his face, poking his cheeks.

“Two!”

He cupped his face in his hands, tilting his head and smiling broadly.

“Three!”

At this point, Chan had already broken down mentally. He covered his face with one hand and made a peace sign with the other.

Stays cheered, you along them. Even though he might not think so, that was pretty cute to see.

Your heart fluttered even more when he cast an embarrassed glance right at you, smiling shyly. Your sister began to freak out again, tugging at your sleeve.

The concert continued, Chan sneaking in glances and smiles your way. Sure, he did some of it with the other fans, but not as much as you. Your heart pounded every time you locked eyes.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the concert came to an end. The members said their final goodbyes and disappeared off the stage. Your eyes met with Chan’s one more time as he turned to glance at you.

And then he was gone.

You had to convince yourself that nothing would have happened. You lived two, very separate worlds apart and had no way of contacting him after the concert. Brushing off the disappointment, you exited the concert and waited outside.

Waiting for your parents to pick you up seemed to be the longest thing ever, even longer than the concert. You sighed, sad that the concert was over and was already looking forward to their next one.

“Oh, shoot!” You turned to your sister, who was searching through her bag furiously. “I left my lightstick in the lobby. Give me a second.” She turned towards the entrance again, nudging her way past people to get back in.

You sighed, rolling your eyes at your sister. You leaned on a nearby pole and closed your eyes, wanting to hold onto the memories as much as possible. Suddenly, a familiar voice interrupted you.

“Hey!” Your eyes shot open, looking for the source of the voice. Your gaze traveled to a black car driving by, its window open.

And guess whose head was sticking out of it.

Bang Chan, in all of his glory, was waving around his arms to grab your attention. He smiled broadly when he saw you, holding out a paper airplane towards you. You reached out and plucked it from his hands, your fingers grazing against his.

You met eyes with him again, confused. He smiled at you before being yanked back into the car. Excited shouts came from the car as the window closed back up and the vehicle drove away.

You unfolded the airplane cautiously, careful not to rip the paper. On the paper were the words:

Call me! [123-456-7890]

Your heart thumped in your chest, growing louder and louder. You pressed the paper to your chest, a warm feeling spreading from your heart to your limbs.

Yes, you would definitely call him later. Definitely.

#bang chan x reader #bang chan #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagine

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lalunaunita · 5 years

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The Purrfect Crime: Chapter 5

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Music Fanmix by @pennywaltzy

Rating: Teen

Summary: Bruce and Selina go on a lunch date. Selina receives disturbing news. Batman and the Commissioner set a trap for Catwoman.

The Purrfect Crime: Chapter 5

Bruce got to the office thirty minutes early, energized by Batman’s morning escapade at the pet shop. He couldn’t get Catwoman’s earnest rage from the night before out of his head. He should have put together the pieces sooner, but to be honest, the plight of stray cats around Gotham City was very low on his radar. The humans of Gotham suffered as much, if not more, than the animals—though he agreed deep down that the need to care for the city’s animals wasn’t diminished by Gotham’s other problems.

Debra looked up from her desk and smiled when she caught Bruce’s eye. Uh oh, thought Bruce. I know that smile.

“I made you an appointment,” Debra sing-songed.

“I’m all booked up for today—er, errands and that sort of thing. Alfred knows,” Bruce answered, trying to glide past his secretary’s desk.

The sanctuary of his office was only ten feet away. He could make it in three seconds.

“It’s a lunch date. Alfred said lunch was clear today. Selina Kyle.”

Bruce stopped in his tracks. Debra’s dimple was out in force and couldn’t have been more charming. She held a pen at the ready over her desk calendar. Her voice oozed a false nonchalance.

“Shall I cancel it? For your errands?”

The pen descended quickly . Bruce involuntarily reached out a hand to stop it. Debra was pitiless!

“No! Ah, I mean, no, thank you, Debra. Lunch with Selina sounds nice. I’m surprised she called, honestly.”

Bruce snatched his hand back and stuffed it into the pocket of his well-tailored suit. He felt uncharacteristically nervous. Between Debra and Alfred, he sometimes wondered who exactly was in charge.

“Don’t be. I think the Gotham Cat and Habitat Conservation Society is following up on several of the larger donations; sort of a one-on-one thank-you for your contribution. Or at least that’s what Ms. Kyle said.” Debra shrugged and set down her pen, turning to her computer.

Summarily dismissed, Bruce walked the last few feet to his office; work and a particularly hairy land development issue was waiting for him, after all. He turned at the doorway and looked back, his mouth half open and a half-finished thought on his lips. Debra cocked a suppressive eyebrow at him. He shut his mouth, shook his head, and closed the door behind him.

By the time lunch rolled around, Bruce couldn’t have been more happy about the break. He’d researched both hard and soft copies of Gotham’s property and zoning laws for several hours and was ready to tear his hair out. He knew his legal team had already pored over the pages in depth. But Bruce Wayne was smart too, when he chose to show it, and he certainly was stubborn. A morning spent with dusty old legal volumes wasn’t out of character. He leaned back in his luxurious office chair and scrubbed his hands over his eyes with a sigh. There were absolutely no loopholes. He’d have to pay the piper if he wanted to start residential and commercial development on that land.

Debra buzzed in on his intercom. “Don’t forget your lunch date, Mr. Wayne. Alfred will pick you up in five minutes.”

As if he could! Bruce grinned to himself and rose, smoothing the rumples out of his button-down shirt. He snagged his suit jacket on the way out of the office, gave Debra a conciliatory wink, and got on his way. Unabashed, Debra winked back.

“There he goes—like a bat out of hell when it comes to Selina,” she sighed happily to herself.

Selina’s glossy short locks were easy to pick out among the lunch crowd at The Dark Bite, a trendy downtown restaurant. She was seated outside under the shade of gently swaying branches. Trust Selina to know a spot with natural greenery to brighten the experience, Bruce thought.

She looked up and smiled as he approached.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked.

Selina pulled a mock frown. “You’d better not. I’m expecting a high-powered businessman to join me for lunch.”

“I’ll just move over when he arrives,” Bruce assured her and seated himself.

Selina smiled and looked the other way as he removed his suit jacket. An impeccably dressed waiter poured a glass of water, then another of white wine.

“I hope you don’t mind; I chose something ‘summery’ to match the weather,” Selina said, indicating his wineglass with the wave of a hand.

“Sounds perfect,” Bruce agreed.

“So how are you? How’s Alfred? Dick?” Selina asked, once ordering was out of the way.

Bruce sipped his water and leaned back into his rattan chair.

“We’re all in good health. Dick’s a little bored by summer vacation, but he’ll survive. He’s a bit too old for camp now. He needs to find a job.”

Selina let loose a silvery peal of laughter. “You definitely sound like a dad. Are you going to find him something at Wayne Enterprises?”

Bruce shook his head. “Maybe in a few years, but he’s too young and too charming to actually do any work at ‘dad’s’ business for now. They’d let him get away with murder—and he would take full advantage.”

“Sounds like someone I know,” Selina chuckled.

“Guilty as charged,” Bruce agreed with a grin.

They paused, comfortable in the lull. A breeze stirred the napkins under their water glasses and sent the leaves overhead into a dizzying swirl. Dappled shadows danced delicately across Selina’s beautiful face. Bruce let his mind wander into territory he scrupulously avoided. Selina’s company was always a delight and left him strangely wanting when he was alone once more. He couldn’t help but wonder how a relationship with her would be. To ask for more—to give more. To see her smile each day, and hear her voice murmur close to his ear. At times like this, he was keenly aware of the shadow of the bat over his shoulder. Its burden felt heavy, its protection thin.

Bruce shook himself and tuned into what Selina was saying.

“...and we’ve put down earnest money to secure the property, and things are just going perfect. The new Gotham Cat Sanctuary should start moving ahead full speed in about a month. Honestly, that’s why we’ve been making the rounds and saying thank you to our donors. It’s such a perfect piece of land, and your contribution came at just the right time. Bruce, I can’t wait to make this place a reality. It’ll have room for all kinds of cats, big or small. State of the art veterinary facilities, specifically designed for feline health. Enough room that we’ll be able to take in new animals indefinitely—which is so important with all the kill shelters here in town! And there are some big cats with strange histories; we find more of them every day. Do you know, down in Texas, there’s a lion in a sanctuary zoo that was owned by a drug dealer? Can you imagine? Those are the kind of animals I want to help.”

Selina’s eyes shone with passion. Bruce stared, mesmerized. Selina was famously unflappable—he should know. He’d been trying to get a rise out of her for years. Her new project had clearly taken over, in the best way.

Her phone rang at the edge of the table. She checked the screen, thin eyebrows raised.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Bruce. Do you mind if I take this?” Selina half-rose from her chair.

Bruce inclined his head. Selina pushed away from the table and stepped over to the waist-high wrought iron fence that enclosed the restaurant’s porch. Their food arrived moments after she left, a phenomenon that never seemed to fail in Bruce’s experience. He unrolled his silverware, settled his napkin on his lap, and awaited Selina’s return.

His first clue that something was up was a shift in Selina’s posture as she returned. She still smiled, but it appeared glued in place. Bruce set down his fork, concerned.

“What’s up, Selina?” he asked, trying to peer under her lowered lashes.

She shook her head, chin dipping toward her chest. Bruce leaned forward and reached over with one hand. Her fists were balled up tight, white knuckle tight. He could feel tension thrumming under her thin skin.

“Selina, please tell me,” he murmured.

Her chin trembled a bit as she took a shaky breath. One tear dropped onto the tablecloth.

“The property’s been purchased,” she whispered.

“Oh, no…” Bruce groaned.

Selina nodded, frowning. “Some developer made a better offer. More likely he bribed the right city official. There were no other offers as of this morning! They were going to sign papers with us this afternoon. I can’t believe this.”

Bruce rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, willing her fingers to unclench beneath his own. Selina brought up the edge of her napkin and dabbed at her eyes. She gave a gusty sigh.

“I’m sorry, Bruce. I’ve ruined our lunch.” She cast regretful red eyes over the table.

Bruce shook his head forcefully. “Don’t be. Selina, I know we’re not close, but… you can come to me with anything. I’ll always listen.”

Selina gave a tremulous smile. “I know that Bruce, and thank you. And you’re wrong. We are close. We’re just busy.”

“That’s true enough,” Bruce agreed. His heart wavered between a plunge of concern for his friend and a leap at the smile he’d brought back to her face.

They turned to other topics over the meal, but Selina’s bubbly energy never quite rallied. Bruce felt—and compartmentalized—irrational anger at the investors who’d cheated her out of her dream. Not a single call came through on his phone. He knew he had Debra to thank for that.

Inevitably, the time came for Selina to return to her other duties. Bruce didn’t press her for another glass of wine or dessert. She’d stayed pleasant through the meal, but it was clear she needed time to process her disappointment.

He escorted her to the valet and waited as her car was brought up.

“So, have you heard about the recent string of cat thefts in Gotham?” Bruce asked.

He’d stayed well away from mentioning it to anyone, but Gotham PD had broken the story in a news conference just that morning.

Selina stiffened and cocked her head to look at him. “I saw it on the news, yes.”

“It’s such a disparate collection of animals—big cats, a show cat, kittens from a pet store. I wonder what the commonality is,” Bruce mused.

“I trust Gotham PD to handle it,” Selina shrugged. “Or maybe Batman will get involved.”

“Maybe,” agreed Bruce.

Her car ready and running at the curb, Selina turned to Bruce and took his hands. She stood up on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, Bruce. For everything. It’s really nice to see you.”

He gave her fingers an extra squeeze and let go. “You too, Selina.”

He watched her drive away, brake lights flashing as she merged with traffic. Alfred pulled up a few seconds later and came around to let Bruce into his vintage black Rolls Royce. Bruce smiled to himself when he noticed the well-trained valets side-eyeing the vehicle. Lost in thought, he strapped in and let Alfred return him to Wayne Industries.

Batman met up with Commissioner Gordon late in the evening at the GCPD Headquarters. Everyone except the beat cops and the front desk on duty had gone home for the day. Things were quiet as Batman slipped into a utility closet window he was familiar with. He didn’t know whether Jim found it unsettling or reassuring that Batman could get into into the GCPD building undetected, but it was always wise to have as much knowledge of a space as possible. From inside, the closet had a simple twist lock. Batman let himself out, careful to check the deserted hallway. Jim’s office was three doors away.

He noted first the noises coming from a cat carrier on Commissioner Gordon’s desk. Someone was protesting their incarceration.

“Ruffy, I presume?” asked Batman from the doorway.

“Oh! Batman! Do you always have to sneak up like that?” Commissioner Gordon grabbed at his heart as he looked up with wide eyes.

“Sorry, Jim. Force of habit.” Batman came up to the desk and peered into Ruffy’s carrier. “You’re a handsome fellow. Ready to serve your city, Ruffy?”

The tiny white cat meowed a question in return.

Jim rolled his eyes as he removed Ruffy from the cage. “Needy little thing. I can’t deny I love him, though. He’s a good cat.”

He held his pet up high as Batman pulled a thin collar outfitted with a location transmitter from his bat belt. He placed it around Ruffy’s neck and buckled it.

“Now, you’re sure the collar is secure?” Commissioner Gordon asked.

“You won’t lose Ruffy—that’s a promise. I’ll take good care of him,” answered Batman.

Commissioner Gordon gave Ruffy’s ears one last scratch, then deposited him into Batman’s waiting gloves. Ruffy revved up his purr. The Commissioner fixed the little cat with a droll expression.

“Well! Would you look at that! How quickly I’m replaced,” commented the Commissioner.

“Makes my job all the easier,” Batman chuckled.

He didn’t mention the catnip hidden in one pocket of his belt. Batman hitched Ruffy into an underarm carry and shook hands with Commissioner Gordon. He opened a window and ducked out under the panes of glass. The night air was cool and pleasant. Little Ruffy’s whiskers twitched as he sniffed about curiously.

“If my suspicions are right, I’ll have him back to you in less than a day, Jim. Thanks for volunteering Ruffy.”

Commissioner Gordon gave a final nod. He stepped back as Batman fired his grappling hook and swung away.

A few blocks away, Batman dropped down into an unnamed alley and remotely opened the Batmobile. Ruffy leapt right in and settled himself to one side of Batman’s centered seat. Batman shook his head.

“I’d almost think you understand what we’re up to. Or maybe it’s just the catnip,” he told the cat.

Batman and Ruffy drove to the edge of town and stopped at a deserted block. The area was somewhat known for being Catwoman’s haunt, although of course no one knew her actual location. Glimpses and sightings, amounting to little more than urban legend, were Batman’s main body of evidence. He was reduced to hoping it was true—and hoping she was not watching from the shadows. Batman cast a keen eye all around as the translucent carapace of the Batmobile slid back. Not a single shadow stirred.

“Alright, Ruffy. This is it. Do the Commissioner proud,” said Batman.

He exited the vehicle and picked Ruffy up. He deposited the small cat in an unassuming alley with a surprisingly decent amount of trash. The area was known for non-violent squatters. As a result, Batman hardly ever visited it. Thieves and murderers were more his concern. He pressed a hidden button on the side of Ruffy’s collar, then let the cat go.

Ruffy immediately took off down the alley to explore. Batman felt a twinge of concern. Ruffy was a pampered housecat, not a tough, feral stray. If he got in a fight, he could literally be eaten alive. Batman had already noted the absence of other strays—just like the alley near the pet shop. Hopefully Ruffy wouldn’t encounter another cat at all.

Batman leapt back into the Batmobile and sped away. He had a hiding spot or two even in this part of town. He parked not far from Ruffy’s alley and turned off the vehicle. Ruffy’s locator pinged on the Batmobile’s display and the readout of his vital signs was normal. Batman settled in for the night. He was officially on a stakeout.

#llua writes #the purrfect crime #batman #bruce wayne #selina kyle #catwoman

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filmflowersbangtan · 6 years

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Reality

This is only a brief excerpt of a story that I’m working on. I just wanted to post something because I’ve been feeling so unproductive these past few weeks. I’m not sure when I’ll finish this and I’m not sure if I’ll make this a series or a oneshot, but I hope you guys enjoy it and any feedback is appreciated! Thank you <3

pairing: singer!jungkook x actress!reader (ft. taehyung)

genre: arranged marriage | smut | angst

warnings: mentions of addiction (alcohol, sex), controlling parents, mentions of suicide

“Don’t do it.”

This was about the fifth time that he said this. Once through text when you first told him that you were getting married, once again when you appeared at his door, and twice as he was taking off your clothes. Now you sat on the edge of his bed with your back facing him, pulling on your tights. There was a run in the left leg from Taehyung’s rough hands. Your head felt so heavy on your shoulders that you just wanted to lay back down and let Taehyung melt you into the mattress, but you had “important business” to attend to.

You sighed. “You know that I have to. We’ve been over this.” You were searching for your bra now. Maybe you’d left it by the door. You got up in nothing but your cotton underwear and tights. Taehyung was slipping out of bed as well, pulling on his boxers and rubbing his fingers through his disheveled hair.

“Y/N, please. Baby,” his studio apartment was small enough for him to be behind you in just a few strides. You had found your bra and were fumbling with the clasp behind your back. He kissed your shoulder and gently pushed your hands out of the way to do it for you. You closed your eyes and exhaled through your nose. He knew what the word “baby” did to you. He knew how to get his way. But this time, he couldn’t get what he wanted. There was no sweettalking his way into getting you to change your mind. Even if you told him that you wouldn’t get married so that he would stop pestering you about it, you still were.

“I have to, Tae. I owe my parents for what I did and for what they did for me. For what they’ve always done for me, and I almost threw it all away in one night.” You turned to face him, to look him in the eye to let him know that you were serious. That there was no way that this was changing. Your parents were God to you, and refusing this was straight blasphemy. They could’ve let you crash and burn with the career that you – no, that they – worked so hard to build. But they didn’t. They cleaned up the headlines and had you sent to rehab in secrecy in order to not taint that sweet, good girl image that you had stamped to your forehead ever since you first graced the television screen when you were five. If that image was ruined, you were ruined. Taehyung just didn’t understand that.

“Oh my god,” he sighed. “You’re so dramatic. It was just one drunken night. All young twenty-somethings have them. But getting married to fix it? That’s so fucking dumb.”

You shook your head in frustration and snatched your shirt up from the floor, yanking it on. “I threw up at a bar in front of the paparazzi. I blacked out and was missing for nearly twenty-four hours. My parents found me asleep in a ditch, Tae!”

He scoffed. “I get it. It was a shitty night for you. Whatever. You’re over it now.”

“I was an alcoholic!”

He blinked dully at your tone of voice, as if saying Are you done? without voicing it. “But you went to rehab for that. Like I said, you’re over it now, right? That was, what? Six months ago? Get the fuck over it.”

That was the last straw. There was no point in trying to get him to understand. There was no point in screaming or trying to justify why you had to get married to save your career. Taehyung was just a pair of deaf ears to your words, just like everyone else was. That was why your mother always said, “You’re beautiful, you’re a television icon, and you’re innocent. There is no need to talk when those things speak for you.” So you grabbed your purse, and stormed out, ignoring Taehyung telling you to calm down and to come back to bed.

The restaurant was completely empty save for one table with one open chair specifically for you. Your mother wasn’t very impressed with your tardiness, but you had to go back to your apartment and shower and look like that girl that people dubbed as “television’s sweetheart.” Which meant no tights and no skirts short enough to leave nothing to the imagination. That wardrobe was only safe with Taehyung. The only person who saw through the mask.

“Ah, there she is,” a handsome man with hair graying at the temple stood from the table when he saw you walk through the door. His smile was so radiant that it made you feel important, but that feeling was quickly shot down after you shook his hand and saw the look in your mother’s eyes. Next to the man – Mr. Jeon – was his son. You’d seen his face enough on posters, magazines, and commercials to recognize him instantly. The country’s most beloved young singer. Started from YouTube at the age of thirteen with a voice that could mesmerize and a face that could steal your heart, only to grow up with several chart-topping hits under his belt and become a heartthrob. The press didn’t dare to utter one foul word about this boy. He was untouchable, it seemed. A golden boy through and through.

He stood and introduced himself, barely able to look you in the eye. You knew that the only reason why he was here being that he must’ve gotten himself stuck in his own puddle of mud and needed to save his own career. What could the golden boy have done to end up here at this table in a restaurant completely booked by your parents for privacy? you wondered. He could’ve been thinking the same thing about you.

You sat down the same time that Jungkook did. You made sure to smooth the skirt of your dress down before sitting like your mother had taught you so long ago. The waiter appeared with food. Of course, your parents had already ordered for you. Even if you were there on time, you would’ve had no say on your meal. A salad with no meat in it was placed before you. Right. You were on your vegan diet again. How could you forget?

Your parents – but mainly your mother – spoke with Mr. Jeon about the ordeal. You couldn’t focus on the conversation. It wasn’t really meant for you and Jungkook anyway. You both were only there because you probably had to sign something, and when Mr. Jeon retrieved a manila folder from the briefcase at his feet, you realized that you were correct. You did pick up on some sentences as you picked through your salad with your fork. “…the press is going to think that they eloped…” “…make it look like Jungkook was at a bachelor party…” “…they’ll forget. The two biggest celebrities of our time getting married? Of course, they’ll forget…” “…reality show to make sure their popularity resurfaces…”

You needed a drink. No, you needed a few drinks. Enough to drown everyone out. Enough to -

Someone said your name. You blinked and looked up to see everyone staring at you expectantly. Except for Jungkook. He was chewing on his bottom lip, a dimple faintly flashing in his left cheek as his eyes focused on something far away in his head.

“What are you waiting for?” your mother said, shoving a pen into your hand. “Sign it.” You looked at your father. There was a hint of an apology in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe passiveness was genetic.

You signed whatever contract she was telling you to. There was no need to read it. It wasn’t like you had a choice anyway.

Mr. Jeon and your parents sent you and Jeongguk out to the veranda while they “finalized some business.” You felt like such a child, like you were being sent away from the adult’s table because you were too young to hear their conversation. At least the breeze out here was nice. You hadn’t even realized that you were sweating in there until you felt your skin cooling.

Jungkook stood beside you, leaving a significant space between the two of you. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, and he was squinting down at the courtyard below. He was still chewing on his lip. You wondered if he was going to have any of it left at the end of the day. “It’s for the best,” he said. His voice was so soft that it was nearly carried away by the wind. He still wouldn’t look at you. “It’s for the best,” he repeated this time even quieter, a whisper.

There was not one word in the world that could explain the pinprick feeling that spread throughout your chest. Something hot and sticky was making its way down your face. It wasn’t until you sniffled to chase back a running nose that you realized that you were crying.

This finally made Jungkook look at you, and that made it even worse.

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Poison From Your Sweet, Sweet Lips

After hunting for thirty-plus years, it takes a lot to really send Dean into a downward spiral. But a recent case stirs up some desires he thought he left far in the past, and leaves him feeling shaken. But just what did he see, what does he want, and how can he recover from the shock and horror of what waits in the night?

(Set sometime after Jack and Mary get back from the Apocalypse World, where Michael and Lucifer were defeated, Gabriel runs Heaven, and Jack hunts with the Winchesters.) (ao3)

He didn’t mean to break the skin. It just wouldn’t stop tingling, itching – burning. Dean wasn’t even sure how long he’d been scraping his nails up and down his arm, focusing on the sensation more than the words and images and feelings from earlier in the day. Pushing those thoughts and memories down further and further so they don’t rise and spill over from his throat and out his mouth. Now, instead of staring at his wall he’s mesmerized by his bloodstained nails, and how he can’t stop picking, and the trail seeping down his arm, over his pale, unblemished flesh.

‘It’s not there,’ he thinks, ‘It’s gone.’

‘But you miss it don’t you?’

He shivers, eyes fluttering closed as his voice speaks up. It scrapes at the back of his mind, clawing its way back up. Sending shivers up his spine like the first hit after years of sobriety.

‘The power…’ he continues, ‘The freedom…’

“Shut up,” Dean growls, digging deeper into his arm. The pain dulls the other’s voice somewhat, but it carries on like a bad song at a party. And no matter how far into the bathroom Dean tries to hide, how powerful the faucet water is, he can still hear it through the thin walls of his mind.

He hadn’t thought about him in forever, but today’s events have proven that no matter how hard he tries to salt and burn the past, it’ll still be there to haunt him.

“So what’s the story?”

Dean leans against Baby, watching as Sam and Cas make their way over to him and Jack. The Nephilim distracts himself on his phone, only glancing up to smile at the two before continuing scrolling.

Sam reaches them first. “Same as the witnesses,” he shrugs, “There’s no connection between any of the victims.”

“What’s left of them anyway,” Cas says.

Dean raises a brow, “…Left?”

“We were able to see the victims’ bodies,” he explains, “Thankfully whoever did this didn’t take their identifications. Only because the police would never have been able to find out whose parts they found.”

“Holy –” Dean huffs, stomach turning. It shouldn’t get to him, this many years into the job, but knowing what a half-there corpse means still makes his nerves fry and his knees knock together. “So,” he continues after a deep breath, “what are we thinking? Werewolves?”

“There weren’t any hearts on the bodies,” Sam says, “But… the spread of the victims doesn’t match up with any lunar cycles.”

“And we don’t have any reason to believe vampires either,” Cas adds, “At least two of the victims were reported missing early morning, and discovered before the sun had set.”

“How does that rule out vampires?” Jack, phone away, blinks up at them. “I mean,” he continues, “Couldn’t they have had help? From my conversations with Alex, vampires were not above using humans as bait.”

“Maybe,” Sam says, “But get this, when they swept the area for clues, one of the officers strayed from the pack.”

“And?”

“And they found her,” Cas pulls out the photo from his trench coat, handing it to Dean, “They didn’t hear a thing.” Dean forces himself to look at the grisly scene. The young woman, probably fresh from the academy, hangs from her own intestines. A once blue, pristine uniform was stained with her blood.

“So,” Dean hands the picture back, “We’re looking for… what, exactly?” Sam and Cas share a look, one that doesn’t sit well with Dean.

“We’re… not sure,” Sam starts, “Every new angle we get on this pulls us farther and farther away from anything we’re used to dealing with.”

“So, what?” Dean asks, “We’re looking at something new here?”

“I’m not sure…”

Dean turns to Cas, now. The angel is looking at his feet, hands stuffed into his jacket. His face creases, and Dean watching the gears spinning as he tries to work through his thoughts.

“What’re ya thinking, Cas?”

“The bodies… I don’t know,” he says, words slow and unsteady, “When we were examining them, I sensed this – this energy. It was… familiar.”

“So angels?” Dean asks, Jack and Sam leaning in with interest.

“Not angels,” Cas shakes his head, “Demonic… with a little something extra.”

“Demons would fit,” Sam says, “But there weren’t any signs – no weird weather patterns, cattle deaths. I even asked the sheriff if he smelt any sulfur! Not a thing.”

“Still…”

“Look,” Dean cuts in, clapping a hand on Cas’s shoulder, “We don’t have much to go on but that. I say, until we find anything else, we treat this as a demon hunt.” Cas smiles at him, causing his stomach to flip in an all-new way – a way he likes. He squeezes once more before dropping his hand back to his side.

Sam waits a beat, but agrees with them. “So,” he says, “since we have an… idea of what we’re hunting, I think we should strike before anyone else gets hurt.”

“Where would we begin?” Jack asks him, “All these people were taken in different parts of the city?”

“But their remains were all found at the entrance of the woods,” Cas says, “They weren’t always consistent… but at least four of the victims were found near this stream on the East side.”

“So we start there,” Dean says, “We should split up –“

“Split up?” Sam splutters, “Are you serious?”

“What?”

“This… this thing –“

“Probable demon.”

“Demon, monster – whatever!” Sam barks, “It’s already got twenty-two bodies under its belt –“

“Twenty-two?” Dean blinks, his throat suddenly dry, “We… why didn’t we get that in the report?”

“A lot of them didn’t have enough left behind for identification,” Sam shrugged, sadly, “Police think the perp might have started in on homeless people or tourists – those that no one in the town might have noticed.”

Dean wipes a hand down his face, sucking in a harsh breath between clenched teeth. “That’s just great,” he mutters, “Really freakin’ great… all those… all those people –“

“It’s strong, whatever it is, Dean,” Sam continues, “we can’t be certain that splitting up won’t just make it easier for them to take us out.” Dean tries not to let his brother’s worry get to him, but he’s still focused on the number of people they were too late to save. He’s spiraling, but thankfully Cas clears his throat before he freefalls.

“I’d agree with you, Sam,” Cas speaks up, drawing the brothers’ attention, “But I’m going to have to side with Dean on this one.”

“Cas…”

“Look at the time, Sam,” he says, “I think that by splitting up, we’d be able to cover more ground before the sun sets and by then numbers wouldn’t matter. The monster has better knowledge of the surroundings, so if we want to put an end to this now, we must act quickly.”

Sam frowns, his cheeks dimpling in dissatisfaction. “Still…”

“Jack and I will be in constant communication,” he adds, “That way, if Dean and I find anything, I can alert you and vice versa.” He looks at Dean, “Besides, I think we’ve handled enough crises together that as long as none of us face this threat alone, we’ll be alright.” Dean smirks the tiniest bit, looking at Sam. The look on his brother’s face is exasperated, but fond.

“Alright,” Sam relents, “Jack? You good with this plan?”

“I want to end this,” he says, “This seems like the best plan we have.”

“Great!” Dean claps, drawing all eyes to him, “Let’s get moving, then. Cas, take shotgun – that way he doesn’t have to move when we drop you and Jack off, Sam.” The younger Winchester huffs something under his breath, rolling his eyes and stuffing his long frame into the backseat next to Jack.

Cas opens the door, but pauses with one foot on the frame. Dean catches his eye, raising his brow in question. “Nothing,” Cas says, “Just… appreciating the power.”

“Shotgun doesn’t hold much of a sway,” Dean scoffs, “I mean, you can’t pick the music.”

“…Can’t I?”

He quirks his own brow to match Dean’s – in challenge. Dean doesn’t want to be the first to turn. But the fierce intensity of Cas’s gaze is like coal under his feet, and he can’t handle the burn. He ducks his head in defeat, “…We’ll see.”

Cas’s choices aren’t that bad.

The sun is just starting to set over the horizon. Dean and Cas have been at this for hours, but after passing the same tree for the third time, he’s ready to call it quits. Pressing himself against the small carving, he whistles over to Cas, who has taken to the birds.

“Yes, Dean?” he asks, trotting over the brush and thistles coating the ground, “Did you find anything?”

“Only a pinecone in my boot,” Dean grumbles, “I think we’re barking up the wrong tree – pun intended. Whatever was lurking in these woods must only come out at night.”

“I’m not sure,” Cas tells him, turning, “The energy here is… off. The animals feel it, and it has been throwing certain balances into upheaval.” Birdsong catches their ears, and Dean tries to quell the soft coo working its way up his throat at the sight of Cas, nodding along in conversation.

He pushes himself off the tree, wiping his hands. “So,” he says, “Did the birds see where the monster went or what it looks like? You gonna make ‘em sing like a canary?”

Cas looks at him, squinting and tilting his head. “…It’s not a canary, Dean,” he says, seriously, “It’s a blue jay.”

Dean nearly snorts a chuckle, but someone beats him to it. Its raucous laugh rings out, bouncing against the trees, and startles the birds from their perch. The sound is followed with harsh ruffling and heavy steps.

Dean meets Cas’s wide eyes, “Shit.” They give chase, Dean taking lead, knocking away heavy branches and jumping over fallen logs, Cas trailing behind. Dean can barely make out the creature, its shadowy figure darting just out of sight – always a few steps ahead of them.

He’s rounding the bend when he hears it – the crack of wood caving in on itself. Dean looks to his left where a large oak hurdles towards him. He’s frozen, gaping up as the trunk comes closer and closer until –

“Dean!”

He’s pushed away, tumbling with the weight of someone else down a steep hill. They roll until they reach the bottom, curving into a barren field. Dean opens his eyes, ready to fight, only to be face to face with Cas. His blue eyes are flitting all across Dean’s face. He’s pinned him there, squeezing his wrists too tight to be comfortable or fun.

“Are you okay?” Cas asks him.

Dean sighs, “Yeah… yeah, you got me out of there at the last second.” He pushes up, forcing Cas to kneel between his legs. He scratches at his neck and looks back up at the hill, where the jagged remains of the tree sit ominously. “That was real close,” Dean says.

“Too close,” Cas says, “I should let Jack and Sam know where we are.“

“Why bother?” Dean huffs, standing. He holds a hand to Cas, pulling the angel up alongside him. “I mean,” he continues, “Not like we know where he went.”

“He?”

“I’m pretty sure,” Dean shrugs, “Height, build… didn’t get a good look at the face but that voice? It’s a dude.”

“Very well,” Cas powers on, “Still, we should check in. It’s going to be dark soon, and I don’t believe we’ll be out of the woods when the sun sets. If we meet up, we will have more eyes.”

Dean doesn’t want Sam to make his way over. He didn’t tell Cas, wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but he recognized the laugh. It cut clear through his heart, scraping like nails on chalk in his mind. Made his heart stop and throat close. The only problem is he couldn’t match the sound to a face or a name. His body had such a striking physical reaction, but for the love of him he couldn’t connect the dots. The string is hanging in the wind, dangling precariously over the dark chasm of his memories, reaching out. But either he can’t remember… or he doesn’t want to.

And if it’s the latter, then it’s for a good reason – one that warrants Sam being far away from here.

Snap.

They turn to their right, where the sound came from. Dean pulls out his gun, finger perched on the trigger. From the gleam of silver Dean catches at the corner of his eye, he can tell Cas is ready with his blade. They take a tentative step forward, only to jump back when something flies out.

Dean fires first, the gunshot echoing and scaring off even more animals.

It didn’t even matter – all Dean did was waste a round. Lying at their feet was a dead bird – a blue jay. Probably not the one from earlier, but he couldn’t tell. Cas would know.

Snap.

“He’s playing with us,” Cas says, kneeling towards the creature. He scoops it into his hands and glares at it. After a few seconds, his concentrated frown deepens into annoyance.

“Cas?”

“My powers,” he whispers, going wide-eyed, “I can’t… I can’t heal him.” Dean looks towards the bush, where the monster snaps another twig, more impatient than before.

“We’ll be walking into a trap, won’t we?”

“Most likely,” Cas says, leaning back down to let the dead bird slip softly from his hands. He covers it with fallen leaves and offers a few words in Enochian. He stands at full height, the softness in his eyes shedding into a hard fury. “Whatever we’re facing… he’s powerful. And…”

“And?”

“Familiar,” Cas says, again, frustrated, “I can’t help but feel we’ve faced something like this before. It’s like hearing a song… but the melody is off, and the words are not quite the same… I’m sorry if I sound –“

“No, no,” Dean assures him, “I… I get it. I feel the same way… sort of.” Cas tilts his head, as if to ask how, when another animal is thrown from the brush: a tawny rabbit, neck broken. Its lifeless eyes stare up at them, and cut their conversation short.

“We shouldn’t keep him waiting,” Cas says instead, walking forward. He looks back at Dean, “Coming?”

“Right behind you.”

Dean brings up the rear – alert to whatever might come at them from the side. The angel doesn’t look anywhere but ahead. They follow a marked path, the monster slicing and slashing into tree bark, giving the wood an eerie smile. Dean brushes a few fingers against one and bites back a gasp, the electric shock firing up his hand and leaving fresh tingles in its wake.

He keeps his hands to himself after that.

Cas and Dean stop soon enough in another clearing. There’s no sign of life – creature, animal, or plant. The grass is dry and grey, crumbling underfoot wherever they step. There’re carcasses and bones littered everywhere, and Dean gags when he recognizes what looks like a femur. It’s too much, the smell of rotting flesh hitting his nose and sending his brain into overdrive. He searches for Cas, gripping his free hand.

“Any,” he struggles, voice wavering, “Any word from Jack?”

“I sent out a prayer,” Cas says, “It’s up to them to find us in time.”

Snap!

There’s a large cave a few yards away. Its smooth rock entrance is painted in blood, and the bones planted at its ground only serve to make the mouth look more terrifying.

That’s where the sound came from.

“I’ll take ‘Creepy Murder Hideouts’ for $2000, Alex,” Dean mumbles. Cas’s stare assures Dean his humor is not appreciated. He squeezes Cas’s hand in apology before letting it drop, re-centering himself, and tuning the horror around them out.

“Well,” Dean says after a while, “It’ll be rude to keep him waiting.” He steps forward, leading the charge. Cas stays a few inches behind, trench coat fanned around him like a cape.

Snap

Snap!

Dean passes the ‘teeth’, stepping into the cave. There are a few tentative steps of darkness, but not for long. He pulls a flashlight from his pocket and flicks it on, letting them catch glimpse of the monster’s home.

He wishes he didn’t.

Where the blood around the cave was painted in chaos, its only purpose to serve as warning for anyone who came across it that they’ve found their doom. Inside, each stroke was made with intent. There are symbols and sigils streaked within, the dark red of dried blood shining whenever a beam of light catches it.

Dean moves forward and away from Cas, pocketing his weapon to trace at one of the symbols.

“You said there weren’t any angels involved, Cas,” Dean whispers, “Then how come there’re all these?”

“I… I do not know,” Cas admits, voice warbling “It’s… These are… I…” Dean turns to him, watches as his eyes ping pong across the cave walls, taking it all in. “These symbols… I recognize a few… but not… haven’t seen –“

“Cas?”

“Don’t you feel them, Dean?” Cas turns to him, eyes glassy and distant, “Like black tendrils, gripping at you, trying to tear you apart? So many voices… like before but not… I don’t… I can’t…” He trails off, looking to his right, towards something Dean can’t see.

“Cas…?” Dean reaches out, eyebrows drawn close together in worry, “Talk to me. Tell me you’re – oof!”

Cas spins on his heel, knocking Dean back as he scurries deeper into the cave. “Cas!” Dean shouts, “Cas!” He chases after him, uncaring of who hears or not. It doesn’t matter to him what’s waiting inside knowing that Cas is vulnerable.

He follows the heavy pounding of Cas’s footsteps, turning and twisting down the surprising length of the cave’s tunnel systems. Throughout it all he could barely see six inches in front of him. But the light at the end has him picking up his pace, uncaring to the way his lungs were burning.

He slides into an opening, sagging against his knees in exhaustion, trying to catch his breath. When he feels he has a hold on it, he looks up – and loses it once more.

The flashlight is pointless, as the room is engulfed in the bright light of the tear in the fabric of the universe. It glows and pulsates with that strange energy, larger than any rip Dean has seen before.

And standing right in front of it is Cas, his back to Dean. He’s gazing up at it with hands in his pockets, his posture more loose and relaxed than before, frighteningly so.

Dean is on high alert, taking careful steps towards his angel. “Cas?” he says, “Buddy, is that… we should probably step away. Wait until Jack –“ He loses his voice, unable to speak past the sheer terror and wrongness he feels when Cas turns around.

It’s not him. It’s not his Cas. This Cas’s collar is flecked with blood, his hair is mussed and his eyes dark, and everywhere across his skin are black tendrils, goo flowing where blood should be. He’s grinning at him with sharpened teeth, predatorily, ready to snap.

“Lev…” Dean croaks out, “Leviathan.”

“Hello, Dean,” he says, then glances at something slightly to the left, “And hello, Dean.”

“What –“

Darkness. He slumps to the ground.

“ – try and wake ‘em up… I’m bored!”

“Patience, love, why must I keep reminding you of this?”

“Because I’m a naughty piece of shit who loves your ‘reminders’.”

Dean wakes with a silent groan, trying and failing to stretch his aching limbs. His arms are pulled tight behind him, around a jagged rock that pokes deeper the more he wriggles. His legs were left free, fanned out beneath him in an open ‘V’. There’s a weight pressed up against him, and he blinks to adjust to the tear’s light to see Cas, still knocked out. Dean shakes his shoulder, trying to jerk him awake. There’s a slight twitch behind Cas’s eyes, and Dean keeps going. “Cas,” he whispers, “Cas, come on. Cas –!”

Rough, calloused hands grab his chin and pull his gaze forward, locking eyes with a recognizable pair of green eyes.

“Well look here, baby,” the other Dean says, face dirty with sweat and blood, his grin feral, “I guess we can start playin’ after all.”

Dean shudders involuntarily, backing himself further into the rock behind him. “What?” he asks, “Who are… what?”

The other Dean lets go, leaning back in a fit of laughter, his arm clutching at his stomach. “Oh man, did I hit you too hard?” he wheezes, wiping an errant tear from his eye, “Don’t you recognize me… or, well – should I say you?”

“Now don’t patronize him love,” Leviathan Cas growls as he stalks forward, wrapping his arm around Dean’s stomach, tangling their fingers together. Pressing up against other Dean’s back, he hooks his chin over Dean’s shoulder and scrapes his stubble against his. “This must be confusing,” he continues, “It’s not everyday you run into other versions of yourself.”

Dean wants to make a comment: about how this isn’t the first doppelganger he’s come across, that even if it was he’s a big boy, or maybe even about the tender press of his twin’s lips against the bundle of creatures’ flesh suit. He wants to, but all his confidence and bravado shrivels when his Cas finally stirs awake.

“…Dean?”

“The gangs all here!” Dean crows, stepping out of the Leviathan’s hold, “Now we can really get this party started.”

Cas’s eyes widen at the sight, turning to Dean. He doesn’t know what he can tell the angel, his mind still coming to terms with what he’s seeing.

“Now come on, keep your eyes on me,” other Dean whines, “I take it personally if I feel ignored.”

“So, what?” Dean finally finds his voice, “In your universe you’re a big baby? Not impressed, honestly.” Other Dean smirks at him.

“You shouldn’t be impressed,” he says, eyes flicking black, “You should be scared.”

And he is. The cloying, sick feeling has returned, choking him with the sheer sense of wrong. There’re no bodies littered about the cave floor, but Demon him reeks of rotted flesh and organs, his clothes as dirty as his face. A sneaking suspicion has him trekking his eyes away from his face and down his right arm, where the veins are red and bulging around scar tissue, and he’s swinging a jawbone blade in hand.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Cas says, “You weren’t… at no point should either of you have existed at the same time.”

“Call it fate… destiny – I don’t care,” Demon Dean shrugs, “Where we come from, we played our cards exactly how we should have.”

“And it was all happily ever after wasn’t it?” Dean chokes out, “All sunshine and rainbows?”

“Those don’t exist where we come from,” Leviathan Cas tilts his head, cutting at Dean’s heart, “Not anymore. Our universe is… pure. No mess, no fuss, just survival – people stripped to their most base instincts and desires.”

“So Purgatory,” Dean says, “you turned your universe into Purgatory?”

“You’d be surprised how great it is when there’s nothing holding you back, Dean,” Demon him adds, rubbing his hand up and down Leviathan Cas’s cheek, “You get to do all the fun things Daddy tried to beat out of you.” Dean flinches, the words striking below the belt, just as they intended.

“But the Leviathan,” Cas struggles to understand, “my vess… my body could not handle the strain it… it nearly killed me.”

“Only because you let it,” Cas’s doppelganger points out, “The Leviathan are repelled by willpower. The stronger you’re beliefs, the harder it is for them to take control. I wasn’t swayed from my convictions… I managed to tame and absorb these creatures. They work for me – are a part of me. I reveled in their power. I stared into the abyss and didn’t blink.” Cas is forced into a stunned silence, eyes trained on his shoes, unable to meet the other Cas’s smug look.

“And you?” Dean asks the other him, “Obviously why I got the Mark here won’t match with how you got the Mark there so…?”

“With Cas all souped up on Leviathan juice, we needed something that could take him down,” Demon him shrugs, picking at his nails with the First Blade, “Crowley wasn’t feeling too good about being cut out on all that power, so he decided to ‘help’. Sam and I decided, what the hell, not like we have any aces up our sleeves. This one,” he jerks his thumb back at the Leviathan, the other Cas smirking softly, “wouldn’t listen to ‘reason’. So with Sam setting up base in Crowley’s, we went on a little trip to a bee farm.”

“Cain wouldn’t budge, no matter how Crowley spun the situation,” he said, “So I challenged him to it. Winner keeps the Mark… loser gets – I think you can guess. It was exactly what we needed on our side. Who needs an army when you have a super-powered demon on your side am I right?”

“It doesn’t look like you were fighting for long though,” Dean says, “How did you… you and he…”

“Hook up?” Demon Dean chuckles, winking exaggeratedly at him, “After a while, I was starting to get pissed with Sammy. He was going on and on about the ‘dangerous effects of the Mark’ and ‘you’re losing your humanity, Dean’ blah blah blah blah blah. I was getting sick of it. So… during one battle, Cas managed to catch me alone. Put a deal on the table for me – offered me something I’ve been craving for a long time now.” He twines his free hand with the other Cas’s, grinning, “I’m sure you can guess what that was.”

“I take it your Sam wasn’t happy with the team up?”

“If he was, he didn’t put up a fight,” Demon him tosses out, “but when you’re stabbed through the back you don’t have much time to do those types of things.” Dean’s breath hitches at the cold way the Demon version of himself talked about his brother. Like he was just another of a long list of bodies he let hit the floor.

“After that, there wasn’t really anything standing in our way of taking control,” Demon Dean carries on, “What with Cas sitting pretty on his perch up in Heaven as the new God and me overthrowing Crowley… we had everything we ever wanted.”

“So why leave?” Cas demands, glaring at Dean’s evil copy, “Why step through the portal.”

“Honestly we didn’t know we’d end up here when we touched it,” Demon him says, “Things like this don’t pop up everyday, especially in our bedroom.” Dean can see Cas flinch out of the corner of his eye, “And I don’t take kindly to things interrupting our special alone time, just when I was about to –“

“Anyway,” Leviathan Cas speaks over him, “After… cleaning up, we investigated and landed here –“

“Got a good look around, took some pictures, held up the Hollywood sign,” Dean rattles off, snarling, “So end your vacation and get out of here.”

“I don’t think so,” Leviathan Cas says, walking towards him. He holds Dean’s cheek, grazing his thumb under his eye. Dean can feel his Cas’s glare even if he can’t see it. “Do you know how boring it is to have everything you want? When all challenges you’ve faced have been conquered?”

“Sounds like paradise.”

“Well it wasn’t,” Demon him says from behind the Leviathan Cas, arms folded across his chest in a huff, “We were just going through the motions for the longest of times. Every morning we’d walk throughout our world reminding our subjects who to fear; there’d be the occasional reminder being dragged forward once or twice to feel the smooth slide of my blade. Then we’d carry on to the afternoon where we would attend the daily gladiatorial battles, watching as humans, angels, demons, and monsters fought for their glory. And later in the evening they’d receive it – a five-minute head start before I hunted them down and skinned them for our collection. It was getting too… easy.”

“So your little stay in our universe is just so you two can get your groove back?” Dean splutters, “Are you guys for real?”

“They do say nothing spices up a relationship like returning to your roots,” Demon him says, “I think conquering your world will put us back on track to where we were before.”

“Dean is right,” Leviathan Cas stands, turning to embrace his lover with a fire burning behind his eyes, “Our first night here was… glorious. We had stumbled upon a vagrant during our scouting, and I watched as Dean had pounced on him, slowly torturing the life from him. He flayed strips of skin from his body… pounded bone into dust… used his intestines to keep him from wriggling away as Dean pulled nail after nail, slicing one finger after the other. It was titillating. Making something spark inside me that hasn’t been lit in years. Soon hours had passed, Dean working his magic. I couldn’t control myself any longer and joined in the chaos. As I was reaching climax, I watched from behind Dean as the man’s eyes glazed over with death, his last sensation that of Dean spurting over his wounds as I came in Dean.” He pulls a string of teeth from his coat pocket, holding them up in the tear’s glow, “He made me a keepsake so we could remember the fun we had.”

“Not like we could keep the skin,” Demon him had shrugged, “I fried that up for breakfast after we cuddled over the bloody corpse.” He winks at Dean, “Goes great with scrambled kidneys and hash brains.”

Cas chokes beside him, dry heaving the bile that sits in his stomach, trying to keep it down. Dean can’t even begin to pick apart the story he heard. Each part a cacophony of terror and disgust that are fighting for dominance over which part this reflection of him, this thing that used to be him in another world, did that was the worst. The answer though was simple – Demon Dean himself was the worst part. Because he had done it, had found nothing wrong with doing it, and would do it again.

“And the others?” Dean forced himself to ask, to focus on anything but the manic glee and arousal on full display, “They played a part in your weird sex games?”

“A man’s gotta eat, Dean,” Demon Dean snarks, tapping at his stomach, “And chasing people through the woods really works up the appetite.”

“And you?” Cas asks his copy, regaining control of himself, “Did you… hunt?”

“It’d be no fun if I participated,” Leviathan Cas shrugs, “They’d be nothing but bones with the snap of my fingers. Besides… my interests are voyeuristic in nature.”

“A regular ol’ Peeping Tom,” Demon Dean jokes, “But you gotta love him – flaws and all.”

“From what I’m seein’ you two are nothin’ but flaws – hrrgn.”

Demon him has pressed the First Blade right against his neck, and the teeth are tugging against his skin. Green eyes have blinked back to black, and Demon Dean’s leaning in close. “Wanna say that again, pretty boy?” he threatens, “I’m not a fan of people who make fun of what’s mine.”

Dean tries another comment, but the pressure chokes and strangles any word that tries to escape.

“Down, love,” Leviathan Cas places a hand on his Dean’s shoulder – the shoulder, “Don’t take it out on them. They’re just misguided and… well, weak.”

Cas speaks for the both of them as Dean splutters for breath, “…Excuse me?”

“From what we can tell, it seems you two have had ultimate power at the tips of your fingers,” Leviathan Cas explains, “And wasted it. Letting it go because of some misplaced sense of morality. Always doing what you expect is right,” his gaze flitters between the two, “Not because of what you want.”

“Put it simply you two are nothin’ but wet blankets,” Demon Dean mocks, “Probably spend your days twiddlin’ your thumbs and holding back. Because if you’re happy than somethin’ must be wrong, am I right? I mean, Heaven forbid you feel good about yourselves.” He points between him and his lover, “We feel good. This is good.”

“What you two share is nothing more than an addiction,” Cas hits back, his words biting into Dean’s heart, “You push each other deeper and darker into depravity, feeding off your worst impulses. No wonder there’s nothing left in your world – you two are toxic.”

“But isn’t that just love, angel?” Demon Dean asks, gripping Cas’s hair and pulling him close, “I can take the poison as long as it comes from your sweet, sweet lips.” He springs forward, shoving his tongue down Cas’s mouth, battling him into submission. Cas’s legs kick out underneath, eyes open and glaring with such power Dean cowers at the sight.

Demon him lets go, wiping at his spit-slick lips. “Feisty,” he says, “But not as good as the original.”

“He is the original, you sick monster –“

“Now Dean,” Leviathan Cas cuts him off, “Is that any way to talk about yourself?”

“He’s probably jealous,” Demon him purrs, leaning against the other Cas’s shoulder, “Thinks I’ve probably tainted his widdle angel –“

“Shut up!”

“Why don’t you make me?” the other him says, plopping onto Dean’s lap with a giddy laugh. He grinds against Dean’s groin, and Dean wants to vomit feeling how hard the demon is. “It’d be fun,” Demon him taunts, “Didn’t you ever wonder? Oh I know… you have. No one knows your body like yourself, and I can show you a few places you might not have even thought about.” He leans in to whisper at Dean’s ear, “Normally I’d be on the other end, but I’m feeling charitable.” Then he slides his tongue across Dean’s cheek and dives into his mouth.

Dean can’t move. Demon Dean takes his pliant body underhand and keeps moving up against him, rutting and touching. Blood flecks fly off him and onto Dean, staining his clothes, imprinting him with the stench of his copy. It’s dirty, disgusting, and immoral… but the worst feeling – the one that is niggling at the base of his brain – is that it feels right.

Through the press of their mouths Dean can feel the Mark singing to him, filling all the cracks in his soul with the promise of being complete. He thought he would never have to hear Amara’s voice again, but that universe’s Darkness is still trapped in the Mark, and knows exactly which buttons to press to mess with Dean’s head. Make him crave the release he thought he didn’t need. He’s flexing his hands against his binds, searching for something he can’t name.

“Like that?” Demon Dean asks, nibbling at his lips, trailing kisses down his neck. Dean can’t focus, his mind dizzy in a haze. “You know,” the other him continues, “if you want… I can share it with you. I can see it in your eyes… you miss it. Miss this feeling. Like strings being cut – getting the power to do what you want when you want it. It’s intoxicating… such a rush –“

“Dean, no!” His Cas says, cutting through the fog the Mark emits, “Fight it! You’ve been able to resist it before, you can do it again!”

“You say that now,” Leviathan Cas snickers, leaning towards Cas, “But are either of you really strong enough?” He clutches at Cas’s trench coat, dragging him forward, “He’s not the only one who can have a second chance, you know? I can teach you how to tame them, give you the ultimate power. Make you useful again.” The Other Cas’s hand starts glowing with a dark energy, and the power leaks out.

Cas’s eyes go wide, and he tries to lean away. He’s muttering in Enochian, pressing himself against Dean.

Demon Dean has his own hand held up, the Mark glowing an even brighter red than before. “What do you say, Dean?” he asks, “Want to be the best you that you can be?”

They’re inching closer and closer, ready to mold them into the same warped versions from their world. Dean doesn’t see a way out, so he focuses all he can on the warm weight of Cas next to him – hopefully they can resist long enough they would die before they turned.

He doesn’t want this. Doesn’t want this Cas.

He never wanted them to happen like this.

Demon Dean’s hand is hovering over his wrist, the intense heat he gives off scalding. His fingers are about to touch his skin and –

Boom!

They didn’t have the radio on the entire drive back. Sam tried to find something, but a rough ‘Turn it off, Sammy’ from him kept all hands and minds away from music. Dean didn’t look away from the window the entire time, his hand cradling his right arm.

He got out of there unscathed, as did Cas.

Jack and Sam had found them with little time to spare. The nephilim had reacted without thought, extending his powers to push the doppelgangers off of them and towards the cave walls. Sam rushed to check on Dean and Cas, but faltered when he noticed just whom they were facing.

“Shifters?” Sam had asked. Dean shook his head and pointed weakly to the rift.

It was two versus two; Dean and Cas too weak from shock to even stand properly. Demon him had taunted Sam, talking about his own brother and how they had handled his corpse: propped above their marital bed, eyes sewn open. Leviathan Cas tried to strike after that – but Jack was more powerful.

He didn’t kill them – he couldn’t kill them. Their deaths would release only another can of worms they couldn’t face again.

But Jack could weaken them. He started with one – pulling a small tendril of goo from under the other Cas’s skin and grinding it into nothing. Then another, repeating the process the longer they stayed in the wrong universe.

It hurt to see the tender way Demon him had cradled his Cas, carrying him over towards the rift. Demon Dean had looked back, speaking directly to him. “We’ll find a way back,” he promised, “If we’re two things, it’s immortal and stubborn. Nothing can stop us.”

He vanished, as well as the rift moments later.

Jack caused a cave-in just to be sure.

When they get back to the Bunker at daybreak, having driven all throughout the night, Dean doesn’t wait for Sam to take the keys out before he’s running off to his room, head ducked down in shame.

“Dean, your arm!”

He looks up towards Cas, the angel watching him from the open door. ‘Didn’t I lock it?’ He wasn’t sure how much Cas had seen, or how long he’d been there, and all he can do is make a soft, low pitying sound from deep in his chest.

Cas gives him a fond look, and steps in. He reaches out to Dean, “Please, allow me –“

“No!” Dean flinches, hating himself even more as Cas’s face drops into something sadder. “N-no…” he says again, quieter, “I… I need it.”

Cas sits at the edge of Dean’s bed, giving him distance. “What do you need it for?”

“It helps,” Dean says, breathing harshly through his nose, “Keeps m’focused. Grounded. From thinking about… wanting…”

“They’re gone, Dean,” Cas says, “There’s no chance of them coming back.”

“How do you know?” he hisses, “How can you be sure?”

“I…” Cas looks away, clenching and unclenching his fingers in thought. Dean thinks he sees dark swirls spinning out from them, but blinks away the illusion.

“I can’t,” he finally says, turning to Dean, “But I won’t let their threats hang over me. And neither should you.”

Dean wants to believe, having spent the entire ride back arguing with himself about what’s next. The bloodstains on his sheets clearly show who won there. When Chuck and Amara disappeared, he thought they had taken any lingering influences the Mark might have had on him.

He was a fool to hope. The curse still held power over him, whether it was from his universe or any else’s. There could be thousands of places where he still has the Mark, and any one of them could break through next and offer Dean the same thing the other version of him had promised.

And he doesn’t think he’d be able to fight it.

“I’m just like they said,” Dean says aloud, “Weak…”

“What?”

“I’m weak,” Dean repeats, eyes brimming with unshed tears, “I was gonna say yes – again. I forgot how… forgot how good it felt with it – the power. I knew what would happen, knew who was waiting behind the scar, but I still… I still felt I was gonna say yes. Even if it would turn me into him,” A tear slips past, “I’m weak.” His chest is wracked with a loud sob, and he moves to bury his chin in his chest. He hiccups, trying to reign himself in – but once the floodgates were breached there was no stopping him.

“Dean,” Cas says, grabbing for his hand, “Dean look at me.” He shakes his head, but Cas just puts a finger under his chin and pulls him forward. He’s looking right into Dean’s eyes, shining with a fierce conviction that makes him shudder. “You are one of the strongest people I know. You would have fought the Mark – would have been nothing like him.”

“You don’t –“

“Today was nothing more then a bad day,” Cas assures him, “You didn’t expect to face them, didn’t think that you’d ever be offered the Mark again. I could feel your determination to resist near the end, using it to strengthen my own fortitude. You weren’t going to say yes… you were going to fight, even if it was for naught.” He uses his other hand to run his fingers through Dean’s hair, giving him something to focus on other than the pain. Dean’s sobs start to weaken, breaths coming out nicer and more even.

“They weren’t right,” Cas whispers, “They aren’t strong… we are. We knew that all that power was wrong, and we fought against it. I tried to send the Leviathan back, worked with you even when all I wanted to do was stay in the safety of my insanity. And whereas I took that power to further some selfish, ill-conceived plot, you only bore the mantle of Cain to save the world. You struggled to keep your humanity, and saved the world not through violence but through love. Your ability to care has stopped countless battles, saved millions of people. You’re stronger than that other Dean. You’re… you’re stronger than me.”

Dean shakes his head. “N-nuh-uh Cas,” he says, “You’re the strong one. I don’t… I don’t know how many times you’ve been knocked on your ass, but you just keep going. You power through all the drama and fight to protect us even though there’s no reason for you to. You could have checked out at any time – after Lucifer was caged, after Purgatory, Metatron, Amara, every day you can just walk away and live your life but you don’t. You stay and you work to help people because you care. Even now, you faced the same crap I did and you’re here comforting me! If I had gone through even half the stuff you’ve been through… I don’t know if I’d be able to…”

Cas smiles, sliding his hand down from Dean’s hair to his cheek reverently. “To me all of that is but a blink in my existence, Dean. You’ve faced a lifetime of hardships, yet are still as bright and pure as the day you were born. That takes strength.”

The finality in Cas’s voice erodes any other argument Dean might have. He just lets Cas pad his thumb over his cheek, wiping away any traces of their cracked reflections.

“Some days,” Dean says, finding his voice, “It hurts holding back. To not go for what I want. It… it sucks not giving in. Things I want that I… I don’t think I can have.”

Cas tilts his head, “What makes you think you can’t have them?”

“S’like what they said,” Dean admits, “If I have them… then I’m happy. I don’t get to be happy.”

Cas smiles at him, sadly. “You, more than anyone, deserve happiness, Dean.”

“And you?”

He freezes, startled by the question. “Um,” he blushes, looking away, “What about me?”

“Don’t you deserve happiness?”

“I am,” Cas tries, forcing the words out, “I am content as I am now.” He doesn’t dare meet Dean’s eyes, pulling his hands away towards his lap, leaving Dean with cold skin and an empty heart.

“Well I’m not,” Dean whispers. Cas whips towards him, eyes wide. Dean presses further, “I want more. This… this… whatever we are isn’t enough for me. I don’t want a day to pass where you don’t know you’re special and kind and needed but I can’t… I can’t get the words out right, no matter how I try. But if you’re happy where you are then I… I should learn to be, too. Because my happiness kinda hinges on your-mmph!”

Cas surged forward, capturing Dean’s lips with his. He squeezes Dean’s cheeks, scratching blunt crescent-shapes into his skin. Dean has barely any time to react, for as soon as Cas was on him, he’s pulling away, focused on a spot beside Dean’s head.

“I’m… sorry, if that was a bit forward,” Cas says, voice raw with thick emotion, “But I… there were no words I could think of that could… could communicate the sheer joy I felt when you said those words.”

A huge grin breaks out on Dean’s face. Now he’s reaching out, taking Cas’s chin in his hand. “I don’t mind,” he says, “I’ll never mind. We’ve wasted too much time not doing that.”

“I agree,” Cas says. He looks down at Dean’s arm, gingerly prodding the area around his wound. “Do you mind if I…?”

“Yeah,” he says, “But could you… do you mind if you…?”

“Yes?”

“Stay, after,” Dean looks away, feeling as his cheeks start to flush. “I feel better, but there’s still… I still –“

“You don’t have to explain, Dean,” Cas tells him, “I’ll stay.” Dean’s grin softens around the edges, and he presses a dry kiss to Cas’s cheek as he mends the skin on Dean’s arm.

They don’t take anything off – Dean already knowing he’ll have to wash his sheets in the morning, the dirt from their captivity already staining the clean linen. Cas presses himself on the pillows, and Dean to Cas. He’s twined his arms around Cas’s waist, and looks up through his lashes.

“You think you could…”

“I won’t let go,” Cas promises, his embrace tight and warm and right.

Dean wiggles closer, pressing his face into Cas’s chest, trying to burrow in. Their legs are tangled, and the trench coat is surprisingly soft where it rubs against Dean’s skin. It’s childish and silly, he knows, to try and use Cas as a security blanket. But after today, nothing sounds better then curling up with his angel as Cas’s warm body chases away all the nasty thoughts just waiting for Dean to let his guard down.

“We’ll never be like them, right?” Dean has to ask, waiting for the answer that’ll either pull him back from the precipice of sleep or push him deeper into unconsciousness.

Cas gives it to him. “Never.”

Coming from Cas’s lips, Dean almost believes it. But their lives are lived one day at a time – never knowing what will happen next. Dean might go on his last hunt, Cas could use up his final life, or even their universe could suffer from one last tear, collapsing in on itself. Their past and the actions that led them to where they are never truly fade away. They’re etched under the skin, leaving their marks and surging to life every now and then.

But being in Cas’s arms, Dean feels that facing those ghosts won’t be as hard next time.

#Supernatural #Spn #Spn ff #Supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #Dean Winchester #Castiel #Destiel #Demon Dean Winchester #Leviathan Castiel #dark fic #tw: torture #tw: violence #tw: corpses #tw: cannibalism #tw: non-con #tw: addiction

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