#ah yes nothing like a touch of being realistic
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me: maybe I want a new job
me: looks at job postings
me: gives up and buys a lotto ticket
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I wonder how Zhongli would feel if he came home one night, to find his lover surrounded by plushies of him (as an archon, dragon, and his current form) and cuddling a giant Rex Lapis exuvia plush?
Sure, he finds her skill at textile design impressive but he can't help but feel a bit jealous that a creation of fabric and cotton stole his beloved.
Jealous (and possibly pouty) Li is everything to me ;u; so here you go! Enjoy~
The first time you showed Zhongli a plushie you'd made of him in his miniature dragon form, words couldn't describe how touched and flattered he was that his beloved could find pleasure in creating plushies in his image. The fact that you loved him so much amplified his own love for you tenfold, and he couldn't ask for a better partner.
But then, the plushies started piling up. Big and small, fluffy and smooth, person and dragon. Zhongli didn't want to discourage you from making use of your exceptional crafting skills, especially seeing how happy you were, but once the plushies started taking up his side of the bed, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy - something he wasn't accustomed to. Especially when it appeared that he was stealing you from himself in a way..?
It all comes to a head when he returns home after a week-long consultation overseas, wanting nothing more than to hold and be held by you. "Darling, I'm home."
No response. Well, that's all right, he thinks, as it's quite late and he wouldn't be surprised if you'd already fallen asleep. Zhongli pictures you nodding off while trying to stay up waiting for your husband, and a tender smile tugs at his lips.
But when he gets to the bedroom, a different scene awaits entirely.
There's the usual mountain of Zhongli-themed plushies around you, but it's...a lot bigger than he'd remembered. And in the middle of it all, you're wide awake and rolling about with a giant plushie of his dragon-Qilin form, about as tall as Zhongli himself is. Your eyes are closed and you're humming, petting the plushie as you do.
At first he's a mix of awestruck and besotted by the scene, but those feelings are swiftly overtaken by envy. Huffing softly, he decides to take matters into his own hands.
...You're minding your own business, stroking your soft Rex Lapis in utter contentment when suddenly the soft fuzzy cotton seems to morph into a smoother, scalier texture.
"Oh!" You open your eyes, seeing a more reptilian version of your creation staring back at you expectantly like a dog. Grinning, you cuddle him. "Wow, I really outdid myself with how realistic this one is!"
He lets out an audible huff now, and you laugh.
Your dragon husband curls up around you, fiery eyes transfixed upon you alone. "Pay attention to me," he murmurs, and there's a hint of a whine in his deep voice, "and me alone." He uses his tail to knock his cotton imposter off the bed.
But you're still being cheeky. "Well, technically these are all you," you say, holding up a little plushie of Zhongli wearing his white archon hood, but your husband only growls at it, which makes you giggle. You stroke his sorry, scaley ol' head. "You're so silly, Li."
"I am not silly," he answers earnestly, nuzzling his snout against your skin. Ah, how he missed your scent. Gently, he uses his clawed hands to keep your upper half in place while his tail coils around your lower half. Finally content, he closes his eyes and purrs.
You roll your eyes, smiling. "You're going to keep me like this?"
"Yes. You are to stay like this with me all night, my darling. Please do not object."
And you willingly give in, letting your lizard lover keep you in his hold like this until the sun rises again.
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idk if you accept requests but i badly want to read the blue lock boys with the orange peel theory going around on tiktok 🥹
notes: anon, i was in a slump and then you come with this, please know i cant get it out of my mine for 2 whole nights. so, please have this, i hope u will enjoy it & your fave is there. also shoutout to @doobea for helping me with rin & barou esp <3 aso for standing my yappings. warning: none, post canon au in mind, reader's gender unspecified.
character: isagi, kaiser, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin, sae, barou + bonus
isagi
sweet boy will do it with a smile. is not the tidiest but you can now eat your orange while sharing with him. has a vibe that he is sort of used to doing this somehow. a total win still. if you do the same for him he will get flustered. also asking this is one of the quickest ways to get mr. egoist switches to mr. sweetheart boyfriend.
“Eh, why are peeling one too? I already… for me…?…I, uh—I see. Thanks… I—I am… give me a second.”
kaiser
you are the one who will peel for him—unless you throw a fuss and give him a silent treatment because this guy's pride is no joke. he can, he just doesn't want to. but to appease you and gain back his rightful spoiling, he will. afterward, at least, he learns his lesson and when you are about to peel one yourself, will take it and peel it beautifully for you like a second nature.
“…the fuck are you staring at? Just take it. You are about to eat it anyway, right? Then what's the big deal?”
bachira
yes, he will no question asked but is it worth it. probably will make a mess out of his energy. you will be laughing along with him somehow though so it is worth it. having the sunshine doing anything in front of you is a guaranteed smile-inducing routine. as for the orange, please do switch to other alternatives, for example: kisses, as suggested by him.
“Isn't this better than orange? Huum, huum! More healthy, sweeter too, right? Another one?”
chigiri
depending on his mood, you will either get a very cute orange peel or a half-peeled orange (at best) you have to finish peeling yourself. on the former, you get a smug bf who will feed you like it's a pocky stick. on the latter, you better be the one feeding him while hugging and cuddling him. multitask somehow. also, give him kisses because he is called a ‘princess’ for a reason.
“Ah, being in your arms being fed like this… yeah, yeah. I know don't worry. I will repay the favor.”
nagi
realistically, you will be the one peeling it for him and forcing him to eat one. because why would he even touch one? he is too lazy for that, nothing personal. but, let's say he really, really loves you: he still won't, he will just give you orange-flavored jelly in replacement. it does come from a place of love though, he genuinely thinks it's less troublesome to eat and, hence: better.
“Eating that is troublesome. It taste the same too. We can also do it while kissing. Mouth to mouth. Better right?”
reo
normally, will get a servant to peel it for you and him. though: can he do it? will he do it if it must be him? no question asked, absolutely will, all while chatting and staring at you with so much love. totally mr. k-drama male lead. you and your premium orange are in good hands.
“Oh, man, you are sometimes really …huh? Nah, I mean, I like doing this. It's just now I feel like I have to do this every time, so… yeah.”
rin
the first time, he will click his tongue and mess up. he will crush the orange. better never speak of it again, just know he loves you wholly despite everything. then a week passes and suddenly you will get a professional competitive orange peeler part-timer. without asking. just eat your orange. unless you are sick of it or it makes you actually sick.
“Did the orange taste good? … good. Nothing. You just look… nevermind. Do you want another one?”
sae
will he or will you. realistically, no? there are two possible reasons: 1) he can't. his whole stat is in soccer. 2) “you can't?” aka is it worth it getting judged by him. in case #2 though, just act cute and aim for his soft spot for you, he will fold and peel it with you pressed to his arm. he will grumble or glare but that's just itoshi-esque tsundere.
“You can't do something like this yourself? This will be the only time I’m doing this… Also who told you to move away?”
barou
our king. will peel the skin and the white fiber for you. tidy peels and if you know your way around his heart—you do just smile or blink and he is gone—he will also feed you. 10/10 execution no notes. probably will do this in kotatsu, dinner tables, and other domestic settings that are not bed while being a tsundere.
“I’m doing this just so you don't make a mess, got it? Also, scoot closer, your leg is kicking me—what do you mean I’m lying?!”
bonus
kunigami will, both before and after wc because you are his world. the difference would be in his expression only and there is that because his love for you would never change. shidou will but genuinely, please just peel it yourself. aiku will, not without teasing you though. gagamaru will either will or teach you how to eat the skin too. zantetsu wants to do it, but it will be really messy so please just don't. hiori will do it like a sweet boy, but if he is in his sadistic mood he will tease you for a bit before finally feeding you.
#bllk imagines#bllk x reader#bllk#blue lock#blue lock fluff#blue lock x reader#blue lock scenarios#bllk fluff#blue lock imagines#bllk scenarios#bllk headcanons#blue lock headcanons#isagi x reader#kaiser x reader#sae x reader#chigiri x reader#rin x reader#bachira x reader#barou x reader#nagi x reader#reo x reader#did i nearly lost the prompt? yes. but i did have fun. if anon also have fun it will be enough for me#i wrote this one in bed like a madman. after cooling down i can only think how it was fun. i hope i did it right#anon this is scheduled. if this makes you happy press isagi pic to gimme spirit. however all in all i hope u r happy
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A TUMBLR STORY: TORN PAGE (p.2)
“Ah, Fate’s favourite children.”
Lights flicker. Golden shades rest on the woman’s skin, her ginger locks carefully scattered over her slim shoulders.
“You’re a rare encounter around here,” she laughs softly, pulling out a jar with blue and silver battling inside. “Alas, I presume Destiny monitors you much more carefully.”
“Bullshit.”
A hoarse voice intervenes, a voice of a respectful age. Behind me, a creature hidden under a shapeless cloak rests their drink on the table, loud knock echoing through the chamber. Their eyes have no particular tone, years of exhaustion fading all prior colours away. A pair of wise, sharp pupils pierce through you like two spears, their attitude, however, leaving the barwoman unbothered.
“What do you mean, Ralph?” she asks, reading up a new glass for the brewage.
“I mean what I say,” scoffing, Ralph turns around so you can see their temples flash in silver. “Fate’s just bullshit. They’re trapped in that goddamn place, they all are.”
“Ah, Ralph, but aren’t you a bit too judgemental? Our guest here just arrived,” with nothing but a smile, the barwoman gives you a quick nod. “We cannot debate on matters so philosophical without an expert’s opinion.”
“As if,” Ralph’s eyes roll slightly up, snake gaze almost disappearing under heavy eyelids.
“Yes, Ralph, that would be just rude. We must take care of our customer first, and then we can express opinions. After all, we haven’t even heard them out yet.”
You’re served a cup of an uncommon shape: it represents a scale of crystal purity, rivets with pan-holders symmetrically attached to both sides of the beam. Through, you can see the twisted light of candles, bottles of wrong shapes, and the reflection of two emerald eyes, patiently waiting for your evaluation. On it, two different liquids lay within the vessels: right from you, blue smoke raises from an ocean deep to sight, silver floating beneath its surface in swirls of mysterious nature; left, white waits for you, a blizzard climbing up the strings, mist hiding shadows in its diffused realm.
“I’ve tried to replicate your signature beverage,” leaning upon the table, the server’s smile grows wider. “Heard it was made for the peace treaty of the millennia.”
“Peace…?”
It’s the first time they hear your voice. A bit shy, slightly unused to being put to work. Quiet, dry throat preventing you from being more confident. You weren’t expecting to use it so soon – however, you’ve encountered a dilemma. You’ve never heard of that treaty.
“And here you’ve scolded me for being too straightforward…” mutters Ralph behind my back.
“I’m not straightforward, Ralph. I’m realistic!” she shrugs shoulders. “Beings never survive without peace. Somewhere, someone has definitely declared a peace treaty, and we’re celebrating that.”
“You haven’t even asked them when they’re from.”
“Does it matter? It all comes to peace or war. And war eventually comes to peace,” her smile shines. “So, I’m correct no matter their answer.”
You sigh, shaking your head. Their talk confuses you, your mind still not recovered from the ever-present darkness. You still feel void’s touch on your skin – it sends you into shivers.
“Ah, darling, here I am again, losing the conversation!”
Giving it a dramatic sneer, you are once more centre to her attention.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t leave my customer so lost when they’ve just arrived. You’re so beautiful, honey – what’s your style called? Or is it a specific creature that you’re portraying?”
DESCRIPTIONS FOR EACH SPECIES:
Human – You're one, aren't you? Well, if you're not, I'm surprised: humans are one of the most widely spread species in the entire Universe. With their origins traced as far as Earth itself, humans are highly adaptable to any kind of environment. They survive in any habitable planet, and are inclined to quickly acquire the most profitable resources to help them in their settling. They're smart, cunning, and versatile: despite their weaker anatomy, they compensate it by having the most advanced defensive and offensive technology in the entire Cosmos. In worlds as magically charged as Therania, humans quickly became skilled mages and healers, building their first cities in lands deemed impossible to prosper in.
Satyr – Nature's guardians. Satyrs aren't that widely spread across the Universe, requiring of specific habitats to live in: they're strongly dependent of an abundant source of magic present in the world's layers, as well as they require of big forests to protect and settle. In most cases, they also need a divine patron that would imbue them with power and immortality - that makes the satyrs some of the innately strongest species on Therania's grounds, but also, some of the most limited ones. They never leave their forests if they're bound to Nature. Otherwise, they are stripped of all their privileges, and become as weak as humans, with their agility being the sole perk that makes them more flexible in their movements. They also get subjected to the 'golden fever': those that experienced true power once, become thirsty for more, and search for new ways - sometimes, illegal ones - to bring that feeling back.
Elf – Scholars. While there are as many approaches to elves as there are Authors on Earth, Therania's elves claim to have one of the oldest ancestries within this species' history. Born as a native race to this magical planet, the elves are creatures of a long lifespan, obsessed with knowledge and research. Most of them spend their entire lives exploring one single topic, learning all what they can about a certain field, and writing papers for future generations. Some have more practical professions, however, they approach them with the same amount of dedication. The amount of time an elf has given to a certain topic can be seen reflected in their appearance: the bigger grows the percentage of their lifespan sacrificed to a certain matter, the more their skin, eyes, hair and even shapes mimic what they have been researching. And yet, despite their drive for progress, the slow, and often eccentric nature of elven research doesn't help Therania's stagnant scientific and magical progress, with little difference brought by the last generation of elven scholars, engineers, or even adventurers.
Berserk – also known as 'the humans from the Battle Lands', little is known of the berserk's actualy history. With no writing tradition present in their culture, various are the legends surrounding these warmongering species, whose mentality is set on constant struggle against each other. Strong, resistant, berserks are split into two factions bound by eternal war: children of Amtell, who believe in magical enhancement of their abilities, and children of Galtris, whose sole path in life is the constant breakthrough for their physical capacities. Both blame each other for the conflict, yet both believe that conflict is the only stage in which their species can exist. Followers of the Old Gods, they grow and live to be a weapon, fight bringing balance to their meaning.
Dryad - if satyrs are Nature's guardians, then dryads are Nature's spawns. They're products of a heavy magical presence within a forest: when energy exceeds a certain level, tree souls are able to acquire a shape, a so, a dryad's born. Bound to their trees at first, dryads live and die with their parent plant, their lives consisting of a carefree existence in the woods' most profound thicket. Often they're seen near lakes and rivers, for their own bathing keeps their trees refreshed in the driest times. Usually, no dryad leaves the forest where they have been born, unless their tree has moved locations. However, everywhere exceptions are to prove the rule. Some dryads, losing their tree, don't disappear immediately, but can live up to what is half of a human lifespan. What happens to them, is unknown: one cannot even imagine what is for a soul to lose its heart and body.
Honsa - In caves far from any sight, in labyrinths so old they were still carved beneath Therania's soil, a species known to barely anyone exists. They spend their time between two worlds, their eyes used to both light and darkness. With settlements built where sun isn't welcomed, they often walk between the other creatures, their presence, nonetheless, unnoticed to unknowing eyes. They're shifters - their true appearance hasn't been recorded by a scholar yet. Often, they choose to look like some exotic angel, and so, it is considered that their real body has its wings. They tend to also be quite big and high, their necks only slightly longer than the rest of species. Their image changes according to the situation, and their adaptability knows no bounds: their wings can be as soft as fluff or as hard as the strongest metal; their breathing can be air sucked into lungs, or water passed through gills. They can survive even the most extreme situations, and so, killing them is extremely hard. They do, however, never show their real face, and that points to a major weakness.
Skazka - Hello.
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Well well if it isn’t the foreshadowing of the clone rebellion on kamino we’re witnessing (is it? IS IT??? Please be it).
No but really, are you actually planning on writing this kind of ending or you’re sticking to the canon?
Anyway im having a lot of thoughts, most of them are AGAFAGGAZGAVAVAVVAAGHAVSVSSVS I LOVE IT. IT WAS SO CUTE AND THEN GOT SO FREAKING SAD AND THEN GOT CUTE AGAIN AND THEN THE PLOT TWIST????? ALPHA PLANNING A COUP RIGHT UNDER THE LONG NECK’S NOSES HELLO????? BRILLIANT
Also
DID REX OFFICIALLY ADOPT AHSOKA MANDO STYLE ???? Did the rest of the torrent do the same omfg they’re literally family 🥹🥹🥹
Rex trying to keep teenage cadets away from Ashoka is both cute and hilarious. He is such a dad.. ahem… brother material 👀
And I absolutely love the way you characterized Shaak Ti. Everyone always portray her as this wise Jedi that cares about the clones just like Plo Koon. And that’s true to some extent but she is so wrong for sitting in her own bubble and refusing to see the way kaminoans and trainers abuse them. She's a kind soul and means well but she totally lacks critical thinking. (but also yeah I would love to see her finally being able to adopt a few baby clones and raise them as her own sons. Such a touching moment it was, right until the aiwha baits ruined it that is)
And Kamino being compared to the eye of the storm is such a poetry honestly yk it rhymes
In conclusion, wonderful chapter as usual.
Okay. So much happened this chapter. Let me bullet point my response.
I likely won't get around to writing a clone rebellion in SH, though one is definitely planned for ASOI. I just can't see the war ended (without the empire's rise) and there nit being a clone uprising. But yeah ask me about that for ASOI and I might tell you my plans.
Yes, Rex officially adopted Ahsoka previously in SH. Off-screen. He knows her name as his sister and all that. I chose Rex partially because he's more traditional and sentimental than a lot of her other brothers. Kix has also said the vows but the rest of Torrent didn't feel the need to. They heard that Rex adopted her and basically went,"Sister? Ah ok, sister." *vigorous nodding*
I don't like to focus too much on Ahsoka's relationships with boys, but also y'know everyone (within age or developmental range) had a crush on her during the war. Cal, Kannan, Lux, Korkie, some clone cadets. She's just a pretty girl. But yeah no Rex overheard like one remark about her and moved an entire class and had them running laps for hours. He does not play.
He is absolutely her Dad-ish in the beginning. They develop a more on par relationship as she grows up and then eventually he fully relinquishes social rank to her. IE not being her elder anymore. But the whole Brothers raising brothers, line was the most important from that section.
Shaak Ti is traumatized and depressed. That's what this is. The Jedi never should have been in a war. That's it. And trying to run a war when you're completely unqualified hurts everyone. Which isn't to say they have a lot of choice. Realistically if she stood up one day and decided that the Kaminoans needed to surrender all of the clones to the jedi and stop producing them she'd be removed from her station and ignored. There's really nothing she can do. And she knows it. Which is why she lives with her hands over her "ears". Because if she just holds on and does a little good every day maybe she can actually change something one day. (the pessimistic view being it's futile in the face of the rising empire of which she's an active participant in building.) (and the more optimistic AU view being that Ahsoka succeeds in ASOI and the clones go free but they have to unpack their abuse in a plee for citizenship forcing the galaxy to realize what Kamino did and what Shaak participated in. Likely resulting in her retirement.) either way not pleasant for her.
Maybe she does end up with some sons, depending in which older clones decide they want to ally with her. It's all gonna be communal raising of the children.
The whole theme of this arc was really that there is no peace in war. So long as the storm rages you'll always have to step back into it. Only by pushing through to the other side can you escape it. But yeah I put SO much effort into the environmental symbolism. I was planning this for months before I started writing it.
So thank you so much for the ask and for reading the latest chapters. I had a blast writing them. Fingers crossed no one is too mad about my characterization of Shaak, I guess we'll find out.
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Hello 2023 and I am still a Misguided Ghost.
Happy New Year! Ah yes, the start of every new resolution. What’d you hope for this year? Hopefully something more achievable. My twenties are slipping away as I approach the age of 25. I believe you and I should try to achieve something more realistic or small. For example, wake up early, maybe to be happy. Me in 2022 is just that sad boy. That boy who tried everything in his power to get away from the life that he was not happy for
I have nothing to say about 2022, why would I? All I ever got from that year was disappointment. Imagine giving it your all, just for it to be shut down. I was supposed to be in Netherlands, and I got 4 job offers. The thing is, when you promise somebody something, you should keep that promise.
In 2018, I wrote a post titled "Misguided Ghost." It just so happened I wrote that on January 1st, 2018. 6 years later, I still feel the same way I did in 2018. Has nothing changed at all? The only thing that has changed about me is the fact that I graduated university. I once dropped out of university, but that's it. Am I really living my life?
I’m just not happy here, and I hate it when the people close to me tell me, "I am not grateful" or "Don’t be arrogant." How am I being ungrateful or arrogant? I just am not happy here! I do not grow here, and I will never find my place here!
Words just can’t really express much of what I wanted to say; which is why I let music do the talking for me. Some of you might already catch it. "Misguided Ghost" is a song from Paramore. It has been reflecting my life for 6 years now. It is literally the song of my life. Another song would be Michelle Lee's "No Tears for the Dead."
Misguided Ghost is a song about being lost or out of place. You’re trying your best to keep it together, but somehow you just break apart. Sometimes the best way to grow is to be away from your comfort zone, or in a place where you feel protected. When you’re in that place for too long, you become empty. A misguided ghost. I have been feeling like this for 6 years.
The second song is Michele Lee’s "No Tears for the Dead." This song is special to me, and it’s actually from a movie, sharing the same title. In Korean, it is called "The Crying Man." This song is about trying to break free from your old life. I am trying to break free from it. I am trying my best to start a new life. I can’t change my past, but I know deep inside I can make a brand new ending (future); but in order for me to do that, I have to make peace with my present self, which has proven to be too hard for me.
The chorus of the song has two parts, and currently this is the chorus that’s stuck with me for 6 years.
“ Don't remember anything
It's just an illusion
And you're not ready for another lonely life that you had.
Don't remember anything
It's just a delusion
And you're not ready for another lonely times that you had.
After all the tears, you'll see my smile“
Now I am hopping one day the chorus will change into this one.
“ So Do remember everything
'Cause you had a bad dream
Are you ready for another journey? Just give it a try.
Do remember everything
'Cause you're not alone now
And now you're ready for a new life you never had.
After all these years, I'll see ya smile“
If some y’all have been here since 2018, I wrote a post titled "Ataraxia (The World of Midnight)". My mental world is still the same, but 2018 seems to be that little spark in my quest to change my life. For a brief moment, I feel alive. That one month where I took my IELTS course. I met so many wonderful people that they just made me feel so alive. I still keep in touch with them, but we don’t talk much these days. Everybody’s busy with their own lives. They have their own stories to tell, and so do I. Now I’m holding on to that glint left inside my eyes.
Oh... maybe there is a third song. My mental world is actually based on a song from the anime Black Lagoon. The title? "The World of Midnight." Because I spend a lot of time talking to myself. I just don't know how to express most of what I'm feeling. I keep it to myself because when I try to tell people my real feelings, I just get laughed at. So I retreat to my mental world. My midnight.
It’s a short song, but this is what I’m feeling when I’m inside my midnight.
“ Someday I want to run away
To the world of midnight
Where the darkness fill the air
Where it's icy cold
Where nobody has a name
Where living is not a game
There, I'll hide my broken heart
Dying to survive
There, no one can see me cry
The tears of my lonely soul
I'll find peace of mind
In the dark and cold world of midnight “
So, 2023. Can I keep going? Do I have enough strength left in me? My world is crumbling apart, and I do not know how to fix it. For now, I’m gonna carry that weight.
Bye.
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Normal's Overrated Anyway
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: they argue, reader is sad, Steve is jealous
Genre: angst with a fluffy ending
Summary: you're tired of being hidden from the world by your boyfriend
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You've been dating Captain America for about six months. The first couple of months were fine, but then the world started to get a little too close and Steve panicked. Someone on the team, you'd guess Sam since the others don't even know about you, suggested a public relationship to keep eyes off of you and it's been- harder on you than you expected. You generally try to bite your tongue about it but as you scroll through Instagram a bitter taste fills your mouth. Steven and his blonde haired blue eyed fake girlfriend are out at some game. You didn't know he'd be seeing her today. Twitter is no better with half your timeline talking about how amazing they look together.
You don't want to be jealous, you want to trust Steve and realistically you know it's fake- but that doesn't stop your chest from tightening the longer you look at pictures of them together. She's gorgeous, she's also model thin and tall as hell with legs that look like they never end. You're not insecure really, you know you're attractive but you look nothing like her and you can't help but be ruffled by how different you look. Why was this the girl Steve chose to showcase to the world?
You try to put it out of your mind for the rest of the day. You have work to do anyway. You work in publishing so you spend the afternoon reading through manuscripts that you need to review. You manage to throw yourself into your work deep enough that you don't even notice when your boyfriend comes home.
"Y/n! I'm home." Steve says says. When you don't respond he finds you in the living room and kisses your temple to get your attention.
"Oh hello." You say without looking up from your manuscript
"How was your day?"
"Fine." You say dismissively.
"What's wrong?" Steve frowns at your flat tone.
"Nothing. How was your day?" You ask, not even looking at him.
"It was fine I went- shit. Y/n I'm so sorry I didn't let you know-"
"Lemme guess you just, got busy or got distracted talking- because sending a text is just so fucking hard."
"Baby it's not like that." He says trying to reach for you but you slink away from his touch.
"No. It never is." You muse.
"Look I fucked up. I'm sorry, really. I wasn't trying to leave you in the dark on purpose, you have to know that."
"Right it's just- easy to forget your real girlfriend when you're hanging out with your fake girlfriend." You shrug.
"No. Not even close. She showed up with tickets to the game, it was kind of spur of the moment-"
"Steve- this stunted communication doesn't work. You have to do better if this is going to work." You say.
"I know. I know y/n I'm sorry. I'll do better. I promise." Steve says kissing your hand.
"I'd like to believe you- but I'd rather not get my hopes up to be disappointed again." You say standing up from the couch to shower. Steve stares after you feeling defeated. He never wants to hurt you and now he's doing it by accident.
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"Babes you need to go out and quit moping over whoever has you bent outta shape." Your best friend tells you over the phone during your lunch break on Friday.
"Maybe." You mumble.
"Look- I got invited to this party tonight and you're coming with me. Get all dolled up because I'll be picking you up at 8 sharp." She orders.
"And what if I don't want to party tonight Rae?" You scoff.
"I'm not giving you a choice- I'm tired of seeing you all huffy over some dick."
"Fine- I'll be ready at 8." You sigh.
"Damn right you will, alright I gotta go- I'm needed on set."
"Ah yes miss makeup artist go make those stars look gorgeous." You tell her before hanging up.
When 8 o'clock rolls around you've put on one of your favorite dresses, a strappy gold number with a crisscross pattern in the back, paired with red pumps and a dramatic eye and red lipstick.
"Oh you look fucking hot!" Raquel says when you get into the car with her.
"So do you, but that's not anything new." You laugh.
"You stepped out with a vengeance and I'm here for it." She nods in approval as she drives off.
"Yeah well- the world doesn't stop turning so- time gotta make the most of it." You shrug.
"That's the spirit darling." She says. When you get there you immediately notice tons of semi-familiar faces. People you've seen but never met.
"You didn't tell me this was going to be an Avenger thing." You turn to Raquel.
"Oh yeah- it's an Avenger thing." She shrugs dragging you towards the bar. You order a couple drinks and your eyes scan the crowd for a target for tonight. You can feel several eyes on you and don't even notice that someone's moved to stand on your other side until he speaks.
"Excuse me!" A loud voice pulls your attention away from the general crowd.
"Oh- hello." You smile, taking a sip from your drink as you realize the man beside you is Thor.
"Hello, you look really gorgeous and I've never seen you at one of Stark's parties before. I'm Thor." His smile is charming as he holds out a hand.
"It's nice to meet you Thor- and I came with a friend who somehow got invited so- that would be why you've never seen me before." You say placing your hand in his which he raises to kiss the back of yours.
"Oh the pleasure is all mine." He says.
"Cute." You giggle.
"Well- if this is your first time at one of these events, how're you liking it so far?" Thor leans closer to you as he talks.
"It's- honestly a tad overwhelming." You laugh taking in the crowded scene before you.
"Yes! Stark certainly throws one hell of a party. The spider calls them ragers." He hums. Before you can respond a pair of blue eyes set into a hard glare lock with yours and your eyes widen as you take in Steve- and his blonde. Your jaw clenches for a moment before you simply turn away, giving your attention to Thor. Steve didn't mention he'd be going out tonight, of course he didn't.
"Well lucky for me I didn't come alone- plus I've made a new friend." You smile dazzlingly at him.
"If I'm the new friend I'd say I'm the lucky one." Thor smiles.
"We can both be the lucky ones." You say brightly.
"That's a deal I can live with." He nods.
You spend the rest of the night chatting with Thor, he's kind and funny and respectful the whole time and you're not quite sure if he was just being friendly or if he was flirting with you but he didn't make a single move in the couple hours that you're at this party and honestly you're okay with that. For the first time in what felt like ages you went out and had a good time, and that feeling had you floating even as you showered and got ready for bed once you made it home.
Steve however, watched you giggle and chat the entire night and felt his blood boiling even after he watched you and Raquel say goodnight to people and leave. He didn't leave immediately after you but he made sure to make his excuses with enough time to get to you before you fell asleep.
A knock at your door just as you're finishing up your night routine confuses you as you walk towards your front door. Steve is standing on the other side of your door, still in his suit. You contemplate ignoring him but he has a key so he could easily just come in if he knew you were awake. You open the door and walk back inside your apartment without a word trusting that Steve will close and lock the door behind him, which he does before following you into the kitchen.
"What the hell was that tonight?" He asks you.
"What the hell was what?" You ask as you pour yourself a glass of water from the pitcher.
"You and Thor giggling and canoodling all night." Steve huffs.
"Canoodling? You're exaggerating. We were just talking." You tell him, taking a sip from your cup.
"You were all over him. What was that?!"
"I'm tired." You sigh.
"You're tired?!"
"Yeah Steve. I'm fucking exhausted."
"That's your excuse?"
"I don't owe you an excuse. You saw for yourself I'm sure that Thor and I didn't do anything but talk. I'm not the one jeopardizing our relationship." You shake your head.
"That's what you think I'm doing?!"
"No it's what I know you're doing. The secrets, the broken promises, the lack of communication. I mean you didn't even tell me you were going to be there tonight. I can't do this forever."
"You think I want to be in this situation?"
"Well it certainly wasn't my idea Steve."
"I was trying to protect you. Protect us."
"Yeah we've had this conversation before Steve and I wish you wouldn't. I never asked for it and your protection is going to make me resent you."
"Is it not enough to know that I only love you?"
"No! If this is what your love feels like I'd rather you hate me." You say.
"You don't mean that."
"I do. I can only take so much of the entire world talking about how perfect my boyfriend looks next to his pretty blonde publicity stunt."
"Are you breaking up with me?" He asks and you shake your head.
"Consider this a warning, and hopefully a wakeup call. End this stupid publicity stunt of a relationship or you will lose me." You say.
"Y/n-"
"I have tried so hard to be the unbothered girlfriend but I can't do it anymore. Not like this, okay? I'm going to bed. I've had a long day." You finish your glass of water and leave Steve in your kitchen wondering how he managed to screw things up so bad.
****
The next morning when you wake up Steve isn't here. Not that you expected him to be after your conversation last night. To be honest you feel this may be the end of your relationship. He's so determined to protect this little slice of normalcy he feels like you offer him that he's putting you through hell to do it. You get a call from Raquel while you're making breakfast and you pick it up slightly confused.
"Bitch! Were you just not going to tell me the man you were moping over was Captain fucking America!?" She yells.
"W-what?" You frown. How could she possibly know that you didn't tell her.
"Girl it's all over EVERYWHERE?! Steve did a whole Instagram live about it. I didn't even know he knew how to use Instagram??? He told the whole world his blondie was a publicity thing to keep you out of the public eye and holy shit this is huge how could you hide this from me?!"
"To be fair I hid it from everyone Rae-"
"I hate you so fucking much!" She huffs.
"I can't believe he just announced it to the whole world like that-" you mumble.
"Wait did you not know?"
"Well no- he came here last night mad that I was talking to Thor at that party you took me to. He was there by the way. I told him that I couldn't go on with this fake girlfriend nonsense, that it was driving me insane to hide in the shadows. I told him he either had to end his publicity stunt or lose me. I didn't expect to wake up to the whole world knowing the truth to be honest. He works remarkably fast." You muse.
"He clearly loves you beyond words. I mean he told the whole world that he loves you but for his response to your ultimatum to be so- immediate. You have to admit it's quite impressive."
"Right well- as much as I love this conversation Rae I- need to go find Steve." You say.
"Oh my gosh- yes! You haven't spoken to him yet? Girl go!" She says excitedly hanging up. You finish up your breakfast and make quick work of getting dressed. You have a ridiculous boyfriend to go to.
You knock on Steve's apartment door before you can manage to talk yourself out of it but as you wait for him to open the door you almost convince yourself to leave entirely
"Y/n. Hi." Steve says awkwardly. He's unsure of how he should approach this conversation.
"Hi. Uh can I come in?" You ask.
"Oh! Of course. Right. Sorry. Come in." Steve moves away from the door to allow you in and then he closes it behind you.
"I uh- figured we needed to talk." You say.
"I'm guessing you saw-"
"No- but Raquel called me this morning to yell at me for never mentioning that I was dating Captain America." You explain.
"Right I uh- I'm sure you'll be getting a lot of that now." Steve says.
"Yeah well- I didn't expect you to move quite as fast with the whole ending your publicity stunt." You shrug. Steve grabs your hands and you look at him.
"I thought I was going to lose you. I couldn't let that happen. Not as long as you still love me."
"Of course I still love you." You caress his cheek.
"I'm sorry. I was so desperate to keep this part of my life normal and untouched by the chaos of superheroing that I nearly screwed it up irrecoverably."
"I know that normal was- important to you but-" Steve cuts you off with a deep kiss.
"Screw normal. I don't need it. As long as I have you." You can see the sincerity in his eyes.
"You'll always have me Steve." You tell him truthfully.
"As long as I don't pull another publicity stunt?" He smiles and you can't help but giggle.
"As long as you don't pull another publicity stunt, yes." You nod in agreement.
"Never again." He shakes his head before pulling you into another kiss. Things may never be normal again but he'd give up anything for you. He's known it since the moment he met you.
***
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1,2,3 - n. jaemin
-> pairing: sadist(kinda)!jaemin x fem reader
-> genre: filth smut
-> warnings: spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex (kinda? not really tho), oral (f receiving), biting, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, squirting, creampie
-> word count: 2.1k
this is some weird shit. prepare yourselves.
The ending is where the actual filth starts (literally for like 2.3 seconds tho)
I am so sorry.
After laying in bed for literally five hours, you decided to get up and walk around your apartment. Your boyfriend was at work and you couldn’t go out because you’re living during a fucking pandemic (w/n: YES MAKE THAT SHIT REALISTIC😩), so you were stuck at home. All by yourself, with nothing to do.
You walked yourself to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbed out the juice.
“I can just drink from the carton.” You thought out loud. “No, that's kinda gross, I can’t do that.” You shook your head and just grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Thinking of what you should do, you wandered around, sipping your juice from time to time. “I don’t want to watch tv, cause I just finished doing that. Jesus Christ, this shouldn’t be that hard to do.” You whined, stamping your feet like a child throwing a tantrum to get what they want.
Heaving a sigh, you continued moping around.
“Screw this, I’m just gonna shower.” You chugged your juice and set the glass in the sink before heading to the bathroom.
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When you walked out of the bathroom all clean, you headed to the living room- where you were unexpectedly met by your boyfriend, Jaemin, who was sitting on the couch. You stopped in the entry way, making eye contact with him and smiled when he called you over.
“How's my pretty girl doing?” he asked, looking up at you with a lazy smile. His hands traveled from your waist, around to your ass and down to the back of your thighs, sliding up and down.
“Fine, bored.” You replied with a sigh. “You okay?” you ran your fingers through his hair. Jaemin leaned forward, pressing his lips just above the waistband of your pants.
“So perfect.” He purred in response, kissing you again, slowly moving further and further down your waist. His eyes connected with yours, glassy, dark and filled with lust. From your thighs, Jaemin’s hands went up and started to tug down your pants, helping him by shimmying out of them.
Standing up, Jaemin brought you into a kiss, one that was slow yet needy at the same time. You gasped when you felt a burning sensation against your ass. Jaemin smirked against your lips, doing it again, making you moan this time.
Arms wrapping around your waist, you lead your boyfriend backwards, slow enough to get there without tripping on anything. As you kissed, Jaemin kneaded your ass, groaned into you and pressed you against his groin, where you felt his erection.
You reached your bedroom, and your boyfriend pushed you down, your back hitting the soft mattress. Practically ripping off your panties, Jaemin spread your knees apart, licking a stripe up your pussy. “My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy that’s so so wet for me.” He said, spreading apart your lips. The boy stared in awe at your glistening heat. “It never seizes to fascinate me at how fast you get so wet for me.”
Without warning, he shoved two fingers into your hole, savagely ramming them into you. Nothing left your mouth; nothing could leave your mouth, not even a croak. He hadn’t even actually started to fuck you; it was just with his fingers and your voice was caught in your throat.
“What?” Jaemin stopped. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” you couldn’t respond as you were still trying to catch your breath.
“S-sorry, just feels good.” You managed to choke out, finally getting air back into your lungs. With a satisfied smirk, he re-inserted his fingers, but thrust at a painfully slow speed. “Jaemin, faster.” You whined.
“Ah, ah, ah~ don’t get greedy, pretty girl.” He continued with his pace, curling his fingers up from time to time. “You know how much I hate greedy people.” The boy leaned forward, placing the flat of his tongue against your clit. He moved the muscle quickly, making you cry out in pleasure. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling and running your fingers through it. “You know,” he spoke between licks. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Jaemin attached his lips to your clit and sucked before letting go of it with a ‘pop’.
“In the studio, when we were recording ‘Make A Wish’;” the thrusts of his fingers slowly increased. “When we were in the practice rooms.” He used his tongue again, swirling it around to lap up all your arousal.
“That’s… sweet.” You choked back on a moan but failed miserably.
The sweet noises you were eliciting from your clit being flicked and abused was enough to get your boyfriend grinding against the bed.
“Oh fuck.” You moved you’re hips to the feeling, needing more, to which he pulled out.
Jaemin left from your core and was now hovering above you. When you met his eyes, forcing you to witness him sucking his fingers that were practically dripping with your wetness. That action alone was enough to make you shake as your first orgasm washed over you.
Jaemin watched this happen, moaning in pleasure and delight; the fact that you came from a simple glace at him turned him on a lot..
“I got so hard that Taeyong sent me home early.” He stated. Jaemin licked his lip before almost closing all the space you had between your faces.
Almost, is the key word.
He stayed hovering, lips three centimeters away from your own. You tried to kiss him, but that made your boyfriend move backwards. When you pouted, he moved back to the same spot, smirking. “Turn around for me, beautiful.”
His tone was deep and full of mischief. It got you kind of worried, but you complied, slowly shifting your body so that your back was to him. Jaemin pressed against your back, making you feel his erection against your ass, as he brought his lips to your shoulder and kissed it lightly.
Suddenly, you felt something sharp in the same place where he kissed you and you hissed, pushing against him. He let out a throaty moan in your ear, more arousal dripping from your heat. He licked, kissed, sucked and bit his way down, littering your back with all sorts of shaped markings. When he reached the small of your back, he stopped.
He pulled away before he started to knead your ass. “You look so good from behind.” You could practically hear the smirk in his cocky tone. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Then do it.” You said.
“Patience, pretty girl.” He instructed, going silent for a second, before sending down the palm of his hand against your ass. You yelped in pain, shoving your face into the pillows of your shared bed.
“That’s one.” He grunt before smacking you again. “Two; three;” he continued until he reached ten, your ass stinging. “All done.” He sighed as he brought you back up, gently turning you around so that he could see your tear stained face. “Sorry, pretty girl.” He kissed your closed eyelids.
You shook your head slightly, “It felt good.”
“I’m glad.” He smiled against your forehead. Jaemin brought his pants down, revealing his clothed cock. “Help me out with this one, will you?” the boy asked you once he noticed you were staring down at the darkened spot on his underwear.
Your hand found its way into his boxers, grabbing his dick. Connecting his lips with yours, Jaemin mewled at the feeling of both your lips and your hand on him. Your thumb gently touched the tip, spreading around the precum. Your wrist worked in circular motions, sliding up and down his shaft, making the boy a moaning mess. He bucked his hips in time with your actions, letting out a shaky sigh against you.
“Shit.” Jaemin parted from your lips so he could throw his head back in pleasure. “Fuck, I’m so close.” He whined.
Three more strokes and the deed was done; Jaemin’s cock was twitching in your hand as you let him ride out his orgasm.
“You’re still hard.” You stated, staring at his dick, that was still very hard.
“Didn’t I explicitly tell you how fucking horny I was today?” he glanced at you with a raised brow.
“Oh, right.” You recalled. “Get on with it then.” Jaemin let out a laugh, kissing you once again before moving back on top of you.
Just like he did before with his fingers, Jaemin pushed into you with out warning, leaving you breathless once again. He thrust in and out of you slowly, thoroughly enjoying your pleads to go faster.
“You’re such a good girl.” He growled, placing a finger on your clit, rubbing harsh circles as he pumped in and out of you at a pace that satisfied you. A hand slid up your torso, finding its place around one of your breasts. He squeezed it a bit and played with the nipple, rolling it in between two fingers. “God, I love you.”
Jaemins cock felt so good. It filled all the space available in your pussy and your walls always clenched around him, whether you meant to do it or not.
The boy let go of your tit and pulled your hips impossibly closer to his, leaning in, fucking you faster and deeper than before. He pushed your waist down, squeezing so hard that you were sure to have marks from his nails later. Lowering your eyes ever so slightly, you watched how your boyfriends’ eyes were trained on what was poking out every so often when he plowed back into you. The tips of your fingers traced the area in which he was looking at so intently, making him moan loudly.
“Do you like it when I fuck you hard like this.” He asked, finally connecting your eyes again. “Fuck, I can see where my dick hits you.” You bit your lip and nodded, grabbing at his arm and giving it a light squeeze, letting him know that you were close.
“Do it.” He huffed. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”
Jaemin fucked you through your second orgasm, but continued to rail you, like nothing had happened.
“No more.” You whined in protest, clawing at his back as he adjusted his position.
“Haven’t cum.” He remarked.
Twelve minutes more and Jaemin was still at it, fucking you nice and hard.
After a while, the pain and pleasure of cumming for a third time had finally come to an end when his snapping hips had come to a sputtering stop, allowing himself to release inside you. Jaemin bit into your nape as he came, your fingers slowly drawing small patterns on his back. He pulled out, somehow still hard, but at least not fully.
When he rolled off top of you, he brought you into his legs, spreading them open and keeping them that way, using his own legs. Traveling to your cum filled hole, his fingers entered you, slowly pumping in and out. His left hand found itself at your clit, adding more stimulation to your already overstimulated heat.
“Fuck, Jaemin.” You yelped, writhing in his arms.
“We both know what you want, pretty girl.” He spoke in a condescending tone. “So be quiet for me until I give it to you.” He nipped at your earlobe. You complied, moaning instead of a worded answer. “That’s my girl.” You felt him smirk against the skin of your neck.
The motions his fingers were making on your clit soon became bigger and stronger; the fingers in your hole sometimes pulling out to smear his cum on the rest of your pussy, re-inserting themselves afterwards.
The wetness of your pussy and his cum mixing together made the filthiest of noises, but to Jaemin, your moans were all he could hear, sending him into orbit, causing his fingers to move quicker and quicker.
You tried inhaling, but barely any air actually made it into your lungs.
“J-Jae-” you gasped. In your ear was a deep chuckle, meaning Jaemin probably came back to earth when he heard the heavenly noises coming from your pussy.
“Fuck, scream my fucking name.” hands working at the speed of light as you came.
And this time you came hard.
Harder than you have before.
So hard that you squirt, juices leaking everywhere on your sheets.
As you screamed, like Jaemin said, his voice raised too, laughing out in amazement.
“God, you’re so fucking hot.” Was all you heard him say before passing out.
#na jaemin#jaemin smut#nct smut#nct dream#nct dream smut#nct drabbles#this is so fucking filthy for no reason im sorry
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Hanma being a Sugar daddy... Okay, my knees are already touching the floor after read "The Arrangement" . And now, I can't stop thinking about Alpha!Hanma x Beta!Fem reader (ノ*°▽°*) I love this boy, but at the same time I hate him!!
Leanne (my second wife) loves to choose violence and I AM HERE FOR IT!
A Simple Favor: Alpha!Shuji Hanma x Beta!Fem!Reader
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tw: NSFW
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"You pretend like you don't like me..." The cigarette butt hits the ashtray. "But here you are again, little beta. What do you want?"
You stare at the man in front of you with a blank look, hoping his orange eyes would leave your face so you could breathe. But you're left frozen under his gaze, like a statue.
"Speak, beta." Shuji knows your name, so why does he continue to call you "beta"?
"I need a favor." At the word "favor", Shuji shifts forward, his smile growing larger by the second.
"Hmm? The little beta needs a favor... well, can I ask you a question?"
"Yes," you breathe, clutching your hands in front of you.
"What are you willing to do for this... favor?" Shuji stands, pushing his chair back and circling around you carefully. He sniffs you, which is expected, but upon finding your scent isn't overpowering, he backs up a little, staring you down again.
"It's... it's my mother. She's in the hospital, and I can't... I can't afford the bill. I know you're probably reluctant to spend any money on my family, but--" Shuji holds up a hand, cutting you off. He tilts his head at you, eyes running down your appearance before coming back up to your face and squinting.
"The bill." You hand the folded piece of paper over to him, and he opens it, scanning over the itemized summary of the thing your mother needed in order to survive. "Your mother is a very integral part of the pack," he starts, eyes scrolling down to the sum of the charges. "We can't do without a nurse on staff."
"A-and that's why I thought you would help," you whisper.
"I'll send this over to Kokonoi. He'll make sure this gets paid by the end of the day. As for you," Shuji sets the bill on the small table and looks you over again. "How are you willing to repay me?"
"I'll do..." Anything?
"Let's keep it realistic, shall we? I will not be asking you to be my mate in return. The sum of your mother's bills isn't enough to warrant that. But... I would consider one night with you an appropriate source of repayment."
"Just one night?" you wonder, wringing your hands.
"Well... if that's all you want once I'm done with you? Then, yes."
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You agree to come to his home that same night, your lingerie covered by a hoodie and joggers. It feels odd being at an Alpha's house that's not your mother's, but you ring the doorbell anyways and wait for someone to answer.
"Little beta," Shuji murmurs as he opens the door, dressed in a plain t-shirt and pajama pants. "Come on in."
You walk into his home and look around, taking in the fine furnishings and displays around his living room. Shuji sits on the couch, spreading his arms wide and watching you take everything in.
"Like what you see?"
"Uh-huh," you whisper, looking back over at him. He runs his hands through his black and yellow hair before crooking his index finger at you.
"Come here and sit in my lap." You obey, nestling into his warmth and leaning your head on his shoulder. Shuji holds your thigh in one hand and slowly proceeds to kiss down your neck. "We'll take our time. I'm sure you aren't as experienced as others..." You moan involuntarily, and he whispers, "That's it." into your ear before kissing your lips.
At first, his kisses are tender and exploratory, but then they proceed to become feverish and demanding, his hands roaming over your clothing and grabbing at your thighs, your waist, your hips, anywhere he can find to grab while he kisses you. You turn to straddle Shuji, and his hands reach under your hoodie to pull it off, brushing against the silk fabric of the shirt underneath.
He immediately pulls away, looking at the lingerie with hungry eyes, before growling low in his throat.
"Looks like you came prepared," he breathes, kissing you again as he winds his hands around your waist. Sin and punishment. He smacks your ass with a flat hand, making you yelp before he pulls the waistband down and shoves his "sin" hand against your cunt. A finger probes into you, stroking your slick-covered cunt before pulling back out. Shuji slides that same finger into his mouth, then groans, his eyelids fluttering. "Delicious."
Your pants are soon discarded, joining the hoodie on the floor as Shuji bends you over the back of the couch, rubbing his hands over your ass once more. You're still clothed with the silk tee and matching underwear as he spreads your legs further apart with his foot. You jerk forward as one smack is delivered, then two, then three, his hands rubbing the flesh of your ass tenderly before doing it once more.
"Shuji!" you exclaim on the last swat, and he chuckles.
"Feels good?" Shuji asks, and you nod, not daring to look back at him. "Good." Your silk underwear is ripped off, and Shuji slides a finger into you again, testing your slickness before muttering something under his breath. Your breath is hot against your arms, and you take a chance to look back at him, moaning as he wiggles another digit inside of you. Shuji stands over you with a look that declares "I'm still the boss" and you whimper, your walls fluttering around his fingers rapidly.
"Shuji, please, I--"
"Patience," he huffs, leaning over you. "You need to have patience. I'm not letting you walk out of here without getting what I want."
You moan again, leaning on the back of the couch and shaking your ass, hoping it would spur him on to sliding his cock inside of you as you faced the mirror on the opposite wall.
"Look at what a little slut you are," he breathes into your ear, holding your chin up high enough for you to see your full reflection. "Face is all warm, cheeks flushed, and you're panting like a dog..." The fingers inside of you pick up their pace, and you buck your hips, gasping.
"Shuji, fuck me already," you strain out, a sweat breaking out on your forehead. "Please."
"Your wish is my command," Shuji mutters, removing his fingers, pushing down his boxers, and slapping his cock at your entrance. "Hold on tight, little beta. Might be a bumpy ride for you."
When he slides inside of you, all of your thoughts leave your mind. There's nothing left but the sound of your hips smacking against his, your wanton reflection in the mirror, and the way Shuji fucks the sense out of you. He coos a few praises that you can't decipher, but your mind is too lost... the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt is enough to think about.
"Pretty little thing; you feel like you're a natural at this," he laughs as you throw your ass back on his dick over and over again.
"Feels so good, Shu..." you whine, reaching down to touch your clit. "Gonna cum..."
"Go ahead," Shuji pants. "Cum on my cock. That's exactly what you're supposed to do." He stifles another groan, looking away from your reflection for a moment while grabbing your hips and speeding up his strokes.
"Ah!" Your walls convulse around his dick, just as you feel his knot getting bigger and holding you still around him.
"Oh, fuck, y/n," Shuji moans, hands trembling around your waist. "Oh, shit, I--" He cums with a few moans to accompany the feeling of him pumping his seed inside of you, which is incredibly pleasurable. His hips jerk a few times, but you're sliding into your recovery period when he pulls out of you, the knot stretching you so wide that can feel his cum leaking out and down your leg.
Shuji sighs, running a hand through his hair again before whispering:
"Round two sounds nice, eh, little beta?"
#shuji hanma x reader#shuji hanma smut#shuji hanma#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers omegaverse
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arguments
summary: what arguments (and the making up) are like with them.
characters: ushijima + tendou
warnings: mentions of smut for tendou’s
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ushijima:
he doesn’t mean to get into an argument with you
he’s not always good at expressing how he feels, but he knows deep down that he cares about you more than anything and would never want to be the cause of your pain
let’s just say that you had procrastinated a lot more than you meant to and now you had an overwhelming amount of work left which had you stressed as hell
you’d be so frustrated with yourself, groaning as you worked on your assignments
you’d be working since the morning and it was now a little after noon
you’d be complaining and you know that you put yourself in this position, but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna enjoy it
you’d let your head fall back and sigh loudly
“this is so stupid, i can’t do this––”
and ushijima ever the realist replies “sure you can, y/n just sit down and do it.”
and you just groan dramatically “but i caaan’t––i have like no time” essentially just throwing it out there even though you know you wasted your precious hours doing everything but your work when you could have over the week
and without meaning to piss you off at all, your boyfriend says “well we both know who’s fault that is, y/n.”
and you just pause, “...”
he takes your silence as confusion so he decides to explain further, thinking he’s only helping
“if you hadn’t waited so long to start working, you wouldn’t be here struggling right now. and this could even affect your grade too since you have yourself limited time.”
with each word he adds, the more the weight of everything piles on top of you, making your shoulder sink
you can feel your eyes start to water from all the stress, and from his words––deep down you know he doesn’t mean any harm, but the way he’s speaking makes it sound like he’s not supportive of you or sympathetic at all
tears pool up in your eyes and you quickly get up, glaring at your boyfriend as best you can as you try to hold the tears in
“fuck you ushijima. you’re supposed to be my boyfriend, not my dad.”
you storm off to another room with your laptop and he sits there on the couch, blinking in confusion
he sits there in silence for a bit, trying to make sense of everything that just happened
it’s only when he realizes that he’s had a fight with you and caused you to cry that it really hits him and his chest starts to hurt
ushijima felt bad. really bad. he gave you a few hours before going to find you, deciding it would be best to let you cool off since you probably didn’t want to face him right away and it would give you time to work uninterrupted.
he got up from the couch when the sun started to set and made his way to the bedroom. he found you there on the bed, your laptop on your lap, a furrow between your brows as you typed away at your laptop. your eyes glanced over to him for a split second but you were quick to look away. you weren’t really mad at him, just a little annoyed, and the stress you were experiencing only added to that feeling.
when you didn’t say anything, he slowly walked into the room and took a seat near the edge of the bed, in front of where you were sitting with your legs crossed, his hands in his lap. he waited silently until you pushed your laptop to the side, stretching to take a small break.
“i––i’m sorry for hurting you.” he looked up at you and sighed when you averted your eyes, biting your lip nervously. “i didn’t mean to make you upset. i really am sorry.”
you could feel his eyes piercing you as he waited for you to say something. he was about to get up and leave you alone when you reached for his hand. he paused and sat back down, turning to you as you climbed into his lap. you buried your face in his sweatshirt and he was quick to let his arms go around your waist and hold you in place.
“it’s okay.” you mumbled into his chest. “i’m sorry too. i didn’t mean what i said––i was just... stressed. and annoyed that you were right.”
he tightened his hold on you. “i didn’t mean what i said either.”
you let out a light breath of laughter. “yes you did toshi. but it’s okay.”
he paused and looked up for a moment, in thought. “i may have meant what i said, but i did not mean it as an insult. i would never want to hurt you. or make you cry.”
though he wasn’t showing much emotion, you could tell he was beating himself up about this in his head and pulled away to look at him and he almost didn’t want to let you. you looked into his eyes, a small smile on your face as your hands came up to hold his cheeks and he nuzzled into your touch. “i know toshi. i’m not mad, really. i forgive you.” you pressed a light kiss to his lips. “i love you.”
he softly squeezed your sides, relieved. “and i you.”
tendou:
you and tendou would have a very playful relationship
meaning you would tease each other a lot
and most of the time it was just harmless banter
“you’re just sad because i’m better than you, y/n. it’s okay i get it. i would be sad too.”
“oh shut up, my ass is fatter than yours so ha.”
you honestly enjoyed spending time with him and teasing each other
some people thought it was a little weird that you would literally insult ?each other ?
as you’re walking home from practice after you’ve waited up for tendou, ushijima turns to look at you guys when you start like verbally attacking each other, so confused
“are you guys fighting?”
and you’d both turn to him, pausing your banter, looking at him like wtf??
and would simultaneously go “no? what makes you say that?”
and ushijima is so confused he just decides to ignore it and keep walking silently
but the banter was honestly how you showed your love for each other in your own weird way
if you bullied each other it meant you cared about each other
but one day you’d be in a pissy mood, stressed from work or whatever
and you and tendou would be teasing each other, well really he was going in and really going for it
and you’d be giving him shorter responses than usual, trying to give him the hint that you weren’t in the mood
but he wasn’t getting it
with each “insult” the more annoyed you could feel yourself getting, and you were frustrated that you were feeling this way because you knew this was his love language but you just couldn’t help yourself
as his smile widened you felt yourself get more and more upset
you’d be getting so upset, feeling your throat back up and your eyes get heavy with tears the more he went on
you’d be silent for a bit and he’d tease
“what, no comeback?”
when you didn’t respond like you normally would he’d lean down to look at you, his wide and playful eyes looking into yours and he’d notice the your glassy eyes and he’d frown immediately
“what’s this? what’s wrong?”
and you’d try to just walk past him but he’d be having none of that
his hands were quick to grab your waist and spin you back to him but you only sighed and kept your head down, trying to get out of his grasp. “let me go, tendou.” your voice was sharp but clearly pained and honestly shocked him.
“ah ah.” he held you still and bent his head down. “look at me baby girl. what’s wrong? did i go too far?”
and you just let out a small sob at how sweet he was being. you crashed into his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as a few tears soaked his shirt. “i––” you sniffled. “it’s not you really. i just...” you pulled away and his hands came up to wipe your tears, making you smile. “i’m just stressed out and it’s getting to me, and your comments only put me in a bad mood. but it’s not your fault! i should have said something.”
he frowned, pulling you in for another hug. “you have nothing to apologize for, dumbass. i’m sorry for not paying closer attention to my princess.”
he pulled away and leaned down to kiss you deeply and pulled away with a smirk. “i guess i’m just gonna have to be nicer to you now since you’re so sensitive, baby.”
you rolled your eyes, smacking his arm lightly. “shut up.”
“ooh feisty.” he pushed you down on the bed and hovered over you. “you know what it does to me when you fight back.” his lips grazed yours and you let out a small gasp feeling him grind his hips into you. of course your messed up boyfriend got turned on just after seeing you cry.
he bit your lip softly. “you know,” he licked his lips, looking at you as if you were his last meal. “i think i know how i can help you relieve that stress baby.”
“oh yeah?” you asked softly only making him smirk.
“mhm.” he nodded, sliding down between your legs. he started to pull off your sweats. “why don’t we see if you’re just as sensitive down here too.”
you rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips. “fuck you tendou.”
his grin was sinister. “oh i plan to.”
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Not So Serious
Prompt: ayoooo I’m like-obsessed with your writing style omg if your requests are open I’d love to see some good good logince hurt/comfort where Roman has a crush on Logan and gets this idea that he’s not serious enough for Logan to like him at all so Roman completely changes himself only for Logan to wonder where the man he’s in love with went.
Thanks for the prompt, babe!
Read on Ao3
Pairings: logince, as on the tin
Warnings: roman’s a little bit of a self-doubting and self-depricating boi but other than that none! we are happy now!
Word Count: 5340
Roman knows he’s the least important of the Light Sides. Or at the very least, the one that Thomas listens to the least.
That’s okay.
It’s not, not really, but that doesn’t matter.
What does matter is that most of it can be chalked up to the fact that he’s the least serious Side. He’s the dreamer, the fanatic, the one whose head is permanently in the clouds. He sings, he dances, he acts, he plays. And that’s his job! He’s Creativity, for Shakespeare’s sake, and if he’s not, well, what good is he?
Well, he’s not much good when he is Creativity, but that’s beside the point.
But Thomas needs him to be serious. Patton, for all his lightheartedness, knows how to be serious when the time calls for it. And behind all those jokes and smiles and corny lines that make all of them want to cringe a little, he’s talking about, arguably, the most serious thing there is. What’s right and what’s wrong. No matter how you slice it, that’s serious. And he’s Thomas’s heart! How can you not take that seriously?
Then there’s Virgil, who Roman considers a Light Side. Virgil demands to be taken seriously. Not verbally, but come on, he’s Anxiety. Mental stuff is no joke, and they’ve had enough close calls to know that for sure. Virgil’s a snarky bastard, but he rarely says something he doesn’t actually mean. He keeps them safe when none of the others know what to do and honestly? That’s serious stuff. Virgil’s got enough on his plate.
Then there’s Logan.
Logan.
Roman could go on for days about Logan. He won’t, but he could.
Logan is Logic. Perhaps more than anything else, Thomas needs Logic. And Logan. Logan is always present, whether he’s there physically or not, and his voice is always going to be heard in the conversation sooner or later. He breaks down the biggest problems Roman’s ever seen until they’re manageable chunks, so much so that it’s ridiculous that they were ever big in the first place. He talks them through everything, slowly and surely. He makes everything look easy.
And that’s all the more impressive because Roman knows it’s not.
It’s not easy to do what Logan does. It’s not easy for Logan to always make himself heard. It’s not easy to carry the single brain cell in any given conversation.
But he does and it’s wonderful.
Logan is serious. His job is serious. That doesn’t mean he’s serious all the time, no, Roman’s seen him snap a quip faster than anything with a smirk on his face, and their bond over Crofter’s is legendary. And he knows the gleam that means Logan is immensely satisfied with whatever insult he’s come up with to shut Roman down. Even through the hurt of a new bruise forming on Thomas’s ego, he has to smile because it’s so satisfying to watch someone just be very good at something.
He’s also incredible at calming them all down. He’s so sweet and kind and gentle in all the right ways and you will never convince Roman that Logan knows nothing about emotions. Come on, he’s the most intelligent Side, that extends to emotional intelligence too. The amount of times he’s been able to rip them out of some horrible spiral with just a simple touch or a word is too high for Roman to count. And he never asks for anything, he just does it. Because he’s good like that.
Roman would be an utter, utter fool if he didn’t take Logan seriously. He doesn’t dare underestimate him, never again, not after that rap battle. He doesn’t try to speak over him, not once everyone’s actually paying attention and Logan’s clearly trying to say something. He listens, he tries, he takes him seriously.
But sometimes Logan needs to not be serious! He can see when the strain gets a little too much and he needs to cut someone down to size.
Well, here’s Roman!
And yes, it’s worth it. It’s always worth it. Logan smiles and it’s like the sun comes out. Yes, that’s a cliché but we all know clichés are cliché for a reason. Logan smiles, the sun comes out, and Roman wants to bathe in it. Wants to sit and listen to Logan talk about anything just so he’ll keep smiling, keep talking, keep being Logan. Logan is serious, but serious isn’t always Logan.
Isn’t always.
Most of the time, though…
Most of the time, it looks like Logan is thrilled to not have to stand next to Roman.
Most of the time, it seems like every time Roman opens his mouth, Logan’s trying not to roll his eyes or is just listening out of politeness. And every time he pitches an idea, it seems like Logan’s getting just as much enjoyment out of leaving the meetings as he does when he doesn’t find anything wrong with it.
Most of the time, that 0.5% hangs in the air between them like a moat.
Roman doesn’t want that. Roman doesn’t want Logan to view him as a diametrically opposed foe, he doesn’t want to be Logan’s other side of the coin, he doesn’t want Logan to think he’s only worth 0.5% of a day.
But 0.5% is all he gets if he stays Roman.
It’s not big changes, nothing that would compromise Thomas, but they’re noticeable. At least he hopes so.
He stops singing out loud in the common areas and instead has a headphone in when he wants to listen to something. He reads in the chair—sitting properly, not with his limbs haphazardly thrown about like he’s a newly made life form with no idea how muscles work—and keeps his comments to himself, written down in a notebook or in his head. He asks politely if Logan wants to come on a walk through the Imagination and conjures up something simple. A forest path, or a garden, or a small town road. None of the fantastical woods, magic castles, or treacherous mountains that he’s so fond of, because those are daydreams.
He’s quieter outside of videos. Sure, he’s still as obnoxious as ever when the cameras are on, but they tend to exaggerate themselves when they’re being filmed anyway. So it won’t be too much of a surprise when he’s not like that when the cameras are off. He doesn’t speak as much—well, he doesn’t monologue as much. He speaks when spoken to, he’s as courteous as he knows how to be, and he tries to be serious. Even if his job is anything but.
He could tell you it’s exhausting what he does for the videos and he’d rather not do it when he doesn’t have to.
He could tell you it’s because it would be better for Thomas if they all got along well.
He could tell you it’s because he wants a healthier and more productive working relationship with Logan.
He could tell you all of these things.
Whether or not you believe him is up to you.
…because Roman might be the actor, but he’s never been a particularly good liar. And deep down—not that deep down—we all know why he wants to be more serious, don’t we?
Logan doesn’t like fantasy. Logan doesn’t like excessive noise. Logan doesn’t like someone who can’t be serious.
Logan is kind and perfect and wonderful and smart and so many things.
And above all, Logan is serious.
Roman can work with that.
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“Hey, Specs! Do you have time to brainstorm?”
“It will have to be quick, Roman, I’ve not much time to spare.”
“Oh. That’s alright, then, we can do it later.”
“Are you certain?”
“Of course! I know how important your schedule is for you, please, don’t worry about it.”
“Ah. I see. Well, thank you, Roman.”
They never do end up having that brainstorm. Not alone.
“Logan?”
“Yes, Roman?”
“Would it be alright if I played music? I’ll keep it low.”
“…we can try, though I usually prefer working in silence.”
“Oh, in that case, I’ll just go—“
“Let’s try?”
“If you’re sure.”
Roman ends up getting his headphones after a few minutes.
“Roman?”
“Yes, my d—Logan?”
“…were you going to say something else?”
“No, no, I got lost in my head again, I thought you were…someone else.”
“It may be worth practicing getting out of your head, Roman.”
“I know.”
He never quite manages, but he’s trying.
“Ro—oh.”
“Logan? Is something wrong?”
“You’ve changed your room. Your…your paintings, your drawings, they’re…where did you put them?”
“Oh, I got rid of them.”
“Got rid of them?”
“Yes. Surely you know how difficult it can be to work in a crowded space?”
“…yes, I suppose I do.”
Logan doesn’t comment on the fact that Roman’s room isn’t quite so red anymore either.
“Roman?”
“Yes?”
“This idea, it seems…quite…realistic.”
“Is that not the point, Sp—Logan?”
“Well, yes, I suppose so.”
“Besides, from a practical standpoint, we’re operating with a limited budget here. The scope of the videos has to be adjusted accordingly.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re correct.”
Logan doesn’t mention that it doesn’t necessarily feel like Roman’s idea.
“Roman?”
“Yes?”
“Care to comment?”
“Oh, no, I’m perfectly content.”
“Are you certain?”
“Of course.”
Logan doesn’t ask again.
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Logan is really confused.
Something’s wrong with Roman, that much is obvious, but he can’t figure out what. Roman’s been quiet lately, outside of the videos, but even in the videos, he’s been different. He’s not talking as much anymore, not going on his incredibly passionate rants that one can feel if they just listen hard enough. He’s not risen to the bait for weeks now, preferring instead to…talk. Or listen. His room is suspiciously absent of his paintings and drawings that make Logan want to sit and stare and lose track of time.
And he’s stopped singing.
That’s a definite indicator that something’s wrong.
But he can’t figure out what.
None of them are fighting; Patton and Virgil have noticed that something is different, certainly, but they don’t know—they can’t figure out exactly what. They would have told him if they had a disagreement with Roman, but they haven’t.
Thomas isn’t being affected by it. In fact, he hasn’t noticed that anything’s wrong.
And on the surface, Roman seems fine, but Logan knows better.
He stops in front of his whiteboard, staring hard at the pieces of information he has written down.
Roman is no longer singing or playing music out loud outside of his room.
Roman is changing the ideas that he brings to the brainstorming sessions. He claims they are meant to be more ‘practical’ and easier to budget.
Roman does not insist that we spend time with him anymore.
Roman is quiet and no longer engages in ‘banter’ exchanges with me.
Roman no longer brings me to the elaborate places in the Imagination.
Roman no longer gives me nicknames.
Has…has Logan done something to Roman?
He doesn’t think he has. He hasn’t—he hasn’t shot down any ideas lately, and certainly none so much as to trigger such a drastic change. There have been no arguments. There have been no big changes for Thomas.
He finds himself twisting the cap of the marker back and forth as he focuses on the period at the end of the last sentence written. Perhaps…perhaps Roman is simply going through a rough patch? Occasionally the prince will lapse into a ‘grayer’ state, for lack of a better term, where he exhibits fewer of his energetic tendencies, but none have gone on for such a duration. Additionally, his behavior in videos has not altered as significantly as would indicate this as the cause.
Perhaps I should try to talk to him about it.
Logan nods sharply to himself and turns, walking out of his room toward Roman’s. The red door looms there, slightly ajar. Frowning, Logan raps on it gently with his knuckles.
“Roman? May I come in?”
No response.
“Roman?” Logan eases the door open. “Roman?”
No sign of Roman. The bathroom door isn’t locked, his laptop isn’t open, his phone is nowhere to be seen. Perhaps Roman simply forgot to close his door all the way. Logan shuts it carefully and turns to head downstairs.
“Virgil? Patton?”
Virgil glances up from his phone. “What’s up, L?”
Ignoring the little flutter in his chest at the first nickname he’s been called in a while, Logan adjusts his glasses and glances around. “Have you seen Roman?”
Virgil shakes his head. “Pat? Have you?”
“I think he said he was going into the Imagination but he’d be back for dinner?”
Logan nods. “Thank you both.”
“Logan?”
“Yes?”
“Can you, uh—“ Patton wrings his hands for a moment— “can you ask him what’s wrong for us?”
“Princey’s been off for a while, we wanna know why but he won’t tell us.”
Logan blinks. “Considering I was on my way to ask him the same thing, I take it he’s been as…hesitant to share any information with you as he has with me?”
Their nods make something twist in his chest.
“If he’s gonna tell anyone,” Virgil mutters as he turns to go, “it’ll be you.”
Logan pauses. “Excuse me?”
Virgil shrugs. “You’re his favorite, L. He thinks the sun shines outta your face.”
Despite himself, Logan feels heat rush to his cheeks. “I’m quite sure you’re confusing me for Patton, Virgil.”
“Oh, no, Princey’s got it bad f—“
“Virgil!”
“Oh come on,” Virgil groans, his head lolling on the couch as he turns to look at Patton, “you’ve noticed it too.”
“But that’s not our secret to tell!”
“Shit. Yeah, you’re right. Oops.”
“Wait, wait,” Logan stammers, quickly trying to get a grasp of the situation, “you—Roman what?”
Virgil shakes his head. “Nope. Sorry, Logan. I already fucked up. You’re gonna have to ask him. And hey, you were on your way to do just that!”
Logan narrows his eyes but Virgil shrugs, undaunted. He turns and pointedly does not run up the stairs.
The door to the Imagination is ajar. He takes a deep breath and pushes it open, expecting to meet some fantastical landscape, a village, or a castle, perhaps.
He doesn’t expect to wander into what looks like the grand foyer of some Victorian mansion.
The door shuts behind him with a thud that echoes gently around the room. His shoes aren’t particularly loud but his steps make resounding clicks as he walks through the halls. The walls are elegantly crafted, with artful splashes of color here and there. He comes to a grand staircase and has to swallow heavily at the richness of the wood under his fingers as he climbs slowly, slowly up.
There’s something here, he decides, that’s not been here for a while. Not since he started accompanying Roman more often. He remembers the first time, where he’d wearily said he didn’t have the patience for an adventure and had been pleasantly surprised by Roman’s offer of a simple walk. Each walk after that had been lovely, truly, but it was always painfully obvious that it was in the Imagination.
Now, though? Now the walls seem to curve about Logan as he walks, like petals of a flower curve about its center. The house seems to hold him, cradle him almost as he walks slowly through it. He can almost feel a gentle hand at the base of his spine, between his shoulder blades, under his chin. It takes no effort to keep walking, to discover more and more of this truly beautiful house, to look and look and look without fear of his eyes hurting or his head growing weary.
It feels like Roman, he realizes with a giddy bubble in his chest, this is Roman’s work. Roman is here.
That realization gives him enough courage to call out.
“Roman? Roman, are you here?”
“Logan?”
“Roman!” He turns around, trying to trace the echoes to their source. “Where are you?”
“I’m in the library, keep walking toward the back of the hall.”
Logan’s steps beat out an eager pace as he begins to hurry towards Roman’s voice. He meets a wide set of mahogany doors and pushes them open, looking for—
“Oh,” he murmurs as the doors swing wide, “oh, this is…magnificent.”
If he were—well, if he were Roman, he’d compare this to the library the Beast gifts Belle. The shelves tower over his head, two full floors of books stretching out almost as far as he can see. As he looks closer, he realizes this is a theatre, with the seats replaced with shelves. At the back of the library stands the stage, converted into a seating area with as many plush couches and overstuffed armchairs as one could ever want. Curtains drape themselves across a vast window, golden sunlight streaming inside. And on the window seat, standing as the doors fly open, is Roman.
“Roman, my goodness—“
“Whoa, easy, Logan,” Roman chuckles, catching Logan carefully by the elbows as he rushes through the library, “you’ll knock yourself over at this rate.”
“This is magnificent,” Logan manages, still looking around in awe—goodness, there are some books here that he’s only seen in passing— “how—how did you do this?”
“I’ve always had it,” Roman says, guiding him to sit on the window seat and crouching in front of him, “it’s my library.”
“This—this is yours?”
Half of Roman’s mouth tugs up into that crooked smile. “Yeah, Logan. This is mine. You didn’t think I just let my books lie around, did you?”
“But you—you—you’ve never shown this to me. To anyone.”
The smile falters. “Well, no.”
Logan takes a moment to actually look at Roman. Roman quirks his eyebrow as he notices the questioning gaze. His costume is a little less pristine than normal. There’s something slightly different about his expression. And his sword is nowhere to be seen.
“May I—can I ask why not?”
Roman smiles ruefully, glancing over Logan’s shoulder before dropping his gaze to the ground.
“When I need to think,” he says after a moment, “or just…sit for a little, I come here.”
He rests his hand on the seat next to Logan.
“I sit right here, and I think. I look outside into the garden. I watch the clouds. Or I stare at the shelves, and think about the books.”
He gestures behind him.
“Sometimes I’ll see people bustling through them, or characters diving in between pages.” The smile becomes a touch more wistful. “Or I’ll hear water rushing, or wind howling.”
He looks back. Logan’s mouth drops open at the openness of Roman’s expression.
“But mostly,” he finishes in a near whisper, “I just sit. And think. Because I can.”
“…this is your space,” Logan mumbles as he puts it together, “that’s…that’s why you haven’t shown anyone.”
Roman nods.
Logan should apologize. He should apologize and leave. He should never have expected that this would be alright.
But the thought of leaving this library, this house, Roman feels…so, so heavy.
“It’s alright, Logan,” Roman says patiently, sitting on the floor, “what did you need? Am I late for dinner?”
He shakes himself, sternly reminding his brain that he’s being rude now. “No, no, nothing of the sort, I simply needed to find you.”
Roman spreads his arms wide. “Well, you found me. Congratulations.”
It’s so close to the banter Logan misses that he finds himself smiling. “Thank you. Shall I assume to claim my prize now, then?”
“Mm, and what prize would that be?”
Roman blinks up at him expectantly when he doesn’t answer right away. There are several questions on the tip of his tongue and they war with each other.
What’s wrong?
Are you alright?
Did something happen?
The others and I have noticed changes in your behavior, could you explain them?
Did I do something wrong?
Can I stay here?
What did Virgil almost tell me?
“I’ve lost something,” Logan blurts instead, swallowing the lump in his throat when Roman blinks again, startled, “and I need you to help me find it.”
“Oh. Well, that should be easy enough. Where did you last see it?”
“Wait!”
Logan catches a startled Roman by his sleeve as he’s in the middle of getting up. He sits back down slowly, still staring at Logan.
“I don’t know where I lost it,” he says, because it’s the truth. Even for all his immaculate time-keeping, he can’t pinpoint the moment he lost Roman.
“That does make it more difficult,” Roman muses, tapping his fingers on his chin, “well, can you tell me what it is? Maybe I’ve seen it.”
I’m sure you have.
Logan takes a deep breath.
“I didn’t realize it was gone, at first,” he begins, “only that it—something changed. It was quieter. Rooms felt less…I believe ‘alive’ is the only word I can use to adequately describe it.”
Roman catches on to the fact he’s speaking about something abstract quickly. Though, of course he did, he’s very intelligent. He sits up a little straighter and takes Logan’s hand in both of his. That in itself is enough to make Logan swallow again.
“It was more difficult to continue working,” he says after a moment, looking at the ground, “because I didn’t know what was missing. I didn’t know whether the fault lay with myself or with Thomas or how to go about fixing it. I couldn’t think of anything.”
Roman makes a noise of sympathy, squeezing Logan’s hand.
“Of course, once I realized it was missing, I did all I could to find it.” He adjusts his glasses. “I gathered all the information I could to see what had gone wrong.”
“And,” Roman prompts gently, “what did you find?”
“It’s not in my room. It’s not in the kitchen. It’s not in the Imagination, or at least it wasn’t when I was there.”
Logan closes his eyes.
“It doesn’t make me fight back a smile every time I see it, because I am only concerned. It doesn’t make me look forward to seeing it, because it doesn’t seem to be happy to see me. It doesn’t make me want to say how important it is to me, because it doesn’t—“
“…doesn’t what, Logan?”
“…it doesn’t even give me a nickname anymore.”
Roman freezes.
Logan opens his eyes and looks at Roman, seeing his face turn pale.
“I’ve lost the one I love,” he confesses, “and I don’t know where he’s gone.”
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Roman’s heart stops.
Logan—Logan—L—
Logan loves him?
Logan loves him?
“Please,” Logan says in that soft, soft voice that makes Roman want to combust, “can you help me find him?”
“Wait, wait, Logan, you—you what?”
Logan shifts forward, cupping Roman’s hand. “Where did you go, Roman? Something happened, you left.”
“N-no, Logan, I didn’t go anywhere.”
“You did,” he corrects, “you…you’ve been different. You’ve been quieter, you haven’t taken me on any adventures—“
“I’ve taken you into the Imagination!”
“—and you stopped singing,” Logan finishes. Roman’s chest throbs with the way Logan’s voice cracks on the last word. “You left, Roman, where did you go?”
“I—I was trying to—to—“ Roman swallows heavily. “Wait, you love me?”
Logan blinks, tilting his head. “Of course, yes, I love you, Roman.”
Roman’s face flares. “You can’t—you can’t just say that, Logan.”
“Why not?”
“I’ll believe you. I’ll—“ the urge to bury his face in his hands burns but he can’t, can’t pull away from Logan—“I’ll believe you.”
Logan hums. “And why shouldn’t you believe me?”
An incredulous laugh forces its way out of his throat. “Because you can’t love me.”
He slams his eyes shut as Logan starts to move away. He’s ruined it. He’s ruined so much of his hard work. He’s destroyed it. He’s hurt Logan. How could he?
“And why can’t I love you, Roman?”
He laughs again, though this one might be technically considered a sob. “Because I’m loud! I’m obnoxious, I want to spend all my time daydreaming, I’m so out of touch with the real world, I never want to be serious, I’m—I’m—“
“Passionate,” Logan interrupts quietly, something still cupping his hand, “optimistic. Hardworking.”
Roman huffs. “That’s not special.”
“Intelligent.”
Now he does laugh. “Not compared to you.”
Logan’s stifled noise is enough to make him open his eyes. He frowns up at Logan. He looks…heartbroken.
“Roman,” he murmurs, “do you honestly believe that?”
He squirms uncomfortably on the floor. “…it’s not like it isn’t obvious. El principe es estupido.”
“It’s far from obvious, Roman,” Logan insists, “why do you think I enjoy our verbal sparring so much?”
“You what?”
“I respect and admire your intelligence. You’re—well, not to insult the others when they’re not here to defend themselves, but you’re the only one who really keeps up with me.” Logan smiles at him. He smiles at him. “And you’re kind, Roman. Relentlessly so, sometimes.”
Roman can only gape at him.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed everything you do,” Logan chides gently, “I do notice. And I am so thankful for it. But this…” He gives Roman’s hand another squeeze. “This I don’t understand. Where did you go, Roman?”
“I—I…” Roman swallows. “I thought I was doing it for you.”
“For me?”
“Y-you like serious things! You don’t want to be seen as a joke and I’ve never seen you as a joke, Logan, you have to believe me, and I thought that—that I—“
“Roman—“
“I make fun of the things I love, Logan!” Roman’s throat almost aches from the strain of saying it out loud. “And you—you don’t like it when we’re not serious and I’m not serious so I—I thought if I—if—if—“
“You changed so I would…love you?”
Roman shakes his head shamefully. “So you would tolerate me.”
“Oh, little star—“
Roman lets out an oof as Logan tugs him forward, his knees hitting the ground roughly as he pulls Roman into a hug. He’s warm, he’s so warm and so Logan…the frames of his glasses are cool against the side of Roman’s face, the knot of his tie pressing into the hollow of his chest. And he’s being so sweet, so tender as he holds Roman on the floor of the library.
Roman clutches him back. It’s been agony, not being able to touch him, not even the barest brush of shoulders or knocking their elbows together. But now Logan is here and he can have this.
“I don’t want serious,” he hears Logan murmur, “not from you. Alright, sometimes, yes, I want you to listen but never to be that serious. You’re—you’re you, Roman. That’s what I want.”
Oh.
Oh.
He laughs as the tears start to fall onto Logan’s collar. “You found me, Logan.”
Logan just gives him a squeeze. “I did, little star.”
Oh, Roman was not prepared for that. Instead, he can hear Logan chuckle as he tenses for a moment.
“No?”
“Yes,” Roman blurts out quickly, fumbling with his clumsy tongue, “yes. So much yes.”
“Yes, it is then, little star.”
He hums contentedly, burying his nose in the crook of Logan’s neck. “You found me,” he whispers, rocking them back and forth, “and I found you.”
“Yes, little star, you found me.” Logan pulls back to cup his face, a comforting noise escaping him at the evidence of drying tears. “And now…please, don’t leave me?”
“Never, Logan,” he swears, “never again.”
He gets to see that wonderful soft glow on Logan’s face for a moment longer before that gleam—oh, that wonderful gleam—comes back as he arches an eyebrow.
“No? Then why am I still ‘Logan?’”
Oh. So that’s how this is going to go, hmm? Roman lets a little more darkness slip into his smirk than he normally would. It only grows wider as Logan looks a little surprised.
“My dearest darling nerd,” he purrs, “if you wanted me to lavish you with pet names, you know you need only ask.”
“That is not what I meant,” Logan says firmly, undone a little by the blush now fanning his cheeks.
Roman chuckles. “Oh, what’s wrong, my sweet little pi, is this not what you wanted?”
“R-Roman!”
“Goodness, Logan, your face is so warm.” Roman’s arms come up to hug him as he buries his face in his neck. “What, you can dish it out but you can’t take it?”
“You’re one to talk,” comes the slightly muffled reply, “you were blushing from my pet name too.”
“Ah, yes, how could I forget? ‘Little star,’ well…” Roman cups the back of Logan’s neck and brings that darling face back out to smile at. “If I’m the star, then you must be the whole galaxy.”
Logan tries to frown. Bless him, he tries, but he’s so flustered that it turns into this adorable pout as he leans back to get up.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Roman chuckles, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around him, “you stay right here in my lap.”
“Roman!”
“What?” He tilts his head. “Can you think of anywhere better to be than right here, in my lap…with me?”
He can’t help the note of vulnerability that slips in at the end. Maybe Logan doesn’t want this, maybe he is too much, maybe he just ruined it…
“No,” Logan murmurs after a moment, “I guess I can’t.”
And really, it is marvelous, there on the floor, golden sunlight streaming over them, in the library, surrounded by the quiet shelves and safe hallways of the house.
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“I have to ask,” Roman says, giving Logan a little shake after a moment, “how did you…?”
“Find out?”
“Mm.”
“Well…” Logan toys with Roman’s collar. “I was coming to ask you about it anyway, but Virgil—“
“Virgil?” Roman raises an eyebrow. “He said something now, did he?”
Logan squints at him. “…why do I have a feeling there’s more to this than you’re telling me?”
Roman shrugs. “It doesn’t really matter, not really.”
“Now that I don’t believe for an instant.”
“It got me my Logan,” Roman says softly, leaning forward to rub their noses together, “didn’t it?”
“…well yes, I suppose it did.”
Roman hums contentedly, cuddling into Logan like a lazy cat, sprawled out in the sunlight to nuzzle its kitten. A…surprisingly sweet image. The Imagination—Roman’s Imagination must be affecting him.
There are worse fates.
“But I can’t imagine,” he says after a moment, “that a prince such as yourself can allow such a slight?”
The grin on Roman’s face is priceless.
“Virgil,” Roman sings as they fling open the door to the rest of the Mindscape, and goodness Logan can’t tell you how much he’s missed that voice— “I have a question for you!”
Logan hears muffled cursing coming from the living room.
“What’s up, Princey?”
“Well our dearest Specs here just told me something very interesting—“ he winks at Logan— “and I would love to hear your side of the story.”
“Oh, uh, really? Well, that’s cool. On an unrelated note, I’m gonna be in my room for the foreseeable future.”
“Hmmm…not if I get there before you!”
“Shit!”
“My darling,” Roman says softly, pressing a kiss to the back of Logan’s hand, “will you excuse me one moment, please?”
And what is Logan supposed to do but agree? Roman is back.
“I’ll be with you shortly.”
Roman tears off down the hallway after Virgil, their shouts filling the Mindscape once more.
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Hey! Can you write a Enhypen reaction when they're jealous?
✧*:･ﾟ𝗲𝗻— 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 ; 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀
✐ genre: every so slightly angsty, mainly fluff
✐ warnings: none
✐ taglist: no one yet :)
✐ a/n: i accidentally turned this into a headcanon. i hope that’s okay anon 🥺
♡ || 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴.
you and heeseung are at the grocery store at your hometown
and you just so happened to run into an old classmate of yours that you used to have a thing for
now, heeseung knows about this person
he’s already asked you about previous partners and romantic interests
so when you and this other person start chatting up a storm
he does start to feel a little jealous
especially when you stand there for 30 minutes talking to this person
you never talk this much to him ◔_◔
when you finally part ways with your old classmate, you can’t tell there’s something wrong at first
heeseung is just following you quietly, not wanting to say or do something that he’ll regret later
and then you finally realize that he’s upset
he will adamantly deny that there’s anything wrong at first
he won’t want to admit that there’s something wrong
because he knows there’s nothing truly wrong
yet he still feels this burning jealousy in the pit of his stomach
finally, after you pester him for 20 minutes straight, he’ll admit that he’s slightly jealous
he’s just so serious and stone-faced
so you give him a hug and lay your head on his shoulder
and give him big puppy dog eyes 🥺
he’s totally a sucker for puppy dog eyes
and when that still doesn’t work, you give him little kisses all over his face
and with that, he literally won’t be able to keep a straight face
he’ll smile and look away for a few seconds
then he’ll realize that the entire thing is so silly and apologize
and you’re now mandated to cuddle with him for the rest of the night to make you both feel better :)
♡ || 𝗷𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸.
so you and jay are on a fancy restaurant date
both of you are all dressed up, looking cute as all hell
and your waiter just so happened to be one of your brother’s friends
you had seen him around the house a few times since he came over to see your brother
and you had liked a few of your brother’s social media posts with him in them
so you two knew each other fairly well
every time he’d stop by the table, you two would have a little chat
jay took quick notice of this
but you hadn’t told jay that you knew him through your brother
so jay was just kinda like ??? hello we’re on a date and you’re flirting with the waiter right in front of me ???
and he did not hesitate to show his jealousy
whenever the waiter would come back to the table, he’d sigh loudly when you started to talk to him
and he’d try to speak up and interrupt your conversation
he’d tap on the table on on his cup
he’d try to grab your hand on the table and wave to catch your attention
and when all else fails, he’ll whine loudly
he’s so embarrassing to take out in public
after your brother’s friend walked away from the table, you finally realized that he was acting that way because he was jealous
jay would glare at you straight up ask why you were flirting with the waiter
and you’d laugh and tell him that the waiter is your brother’s best friend, so you knew each other
jay’s face would soften lightly and he’d start pouting
“jay did you really think i'd flirt with a waiter right in front of you when we’re on a date???”
“you’re right. you’re at least smart enough to do it behind my back.”
the moment would end in laughter
and you noticed that he got a little more affectionate with you that night, holding your hand all night and giving you little hugs and more pecks on the cheek and forehead
♡ || 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺.
now, jake is not one to get jealous easily
he knows you have guy friends and male co-workers that you have to work closely with
but when you spend more time at the dorm with the other members than him?
that’s what gets to him
you’ll come over to the dorm and instantly just go play games with jungwon and jay
and then afterwards, you’ll let sunoo apply his skincare regiment to you
then after that, you’ll help heeseung cook in the kitchen
and at that point, you’ve been at the dorm already for like three hours and none of that time was spent with jake
and jake is the sole reason you’re even there !!!
he’s your boyfriend after all !!!
at first, jake would stop by every 15 or 20 minutes to ask when you’ll be done and can hang out with him
when you said a few more minutes, he’d smile and respect it
but after three hours of it, he just stopped asking
he’d lay down in his bed
and he’d just watch netflix by himself, not wanting to bother you anymore
he’d get sooo extremely sulky
he just feels so disappointed in himself for not being as interesting as the other members or for not planning out a more interesting day for you two
and he was jealous that the other members got to spend time with you while he couldn’t
it was you that had to go find him
and when you did, he would absolutely refuse to look you in the eye
and he’d get just a tad bit passive aggressive
“wouldn’t you rather spend your time with the kids?”
and you could tell just by the tone of his voice that he’s completely heartbroken
you would have to get into his bed and lay on top of him to get him to look at you
he’d only accept an apology if you gave him puppy dog eyes and a big hug
he can’t resist that
he’d open his blanket up for you and cuddle you up
you’d spend the next few hours watching netflix on his phone
and he would not let you go until you had to leave
♡ || 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻.
sunghoon doesn’t tend to get jealous easily
but, just like jake, it bothers him when you spend more time with the members than with him
it’s not that he’s worried the other members will take you from him
because c’mon, if you’re with park sunghoon, you’ve already won at life
it’s just that he feels that you’re giving away affection that should be for him
don’t get him wrong, he’s happy that you’re getting along with his 2nd family quite well
but he thinks that he should be your favorite within the group
so like when niki helps you clean up after eating and you pat his head as a thank you
or when sunoo asks you to put makeup on him and you oblige
just those little touches
he feels like they’re meant for people who are together in a romantic relationship
but the main reason you’re always so affectionate with the other members was because you wanted to treat the members like sunghoon’s family and become closer with them
you know how important the members are to him so you wanted to get to know them better
also sunghoon is totally one to bite his tongue at first
but he’ll let it build up so much that he eventually won’t be able to control it
and it will eventually come out
sunghoon will be passive aggressive
claims he’s not jealous and there’s nothing wrong
but he’s sitting there like ಠ╭╮ಠ
so he’s obviously mad
you’ll have to sit down with him and be like
“look, sunghoon, i know you’re not gonna admit it, but i know you’re jealous.”
“i’m not jeal-”
“yes you are! i'm sorry i was hanging out with the other members more than you”
and it’s only then that he’ll take a step back and listen to you
“well i just don’t like it when you’re really affectionate with the kids.”
only took like 4 hours for him to finally admit it
you two talk it through and sunghoon finally comes to an understanding of why you act so affectionate towards the members
and you agree to spend not as much time around them as before
you and sunghoon cool off the night by playing games together while giving each other pecks on the cheeks as a reward for winning
♡ || 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼.
sunoo doesn’t like it when you spend most of your free time with other people
literally just people in general
he finds insecurity in the thought that you wouldn't want to spend time with him
like obviously if you don’t want to spend time with him but you do with other people, you like those other people more than him
if you’re with sunoo and you’re talking to some other people but you’re not engaging in conversation with sunoo that much
then he’ll pout and try to get your attention
if that doesn’t work, he’ll loop his arms around yours
if that doesn’t work, he’ll hold your hand
and when all else fails, he’ll lay his head on your shoulder
gets really pouty and whiny when jealous
he just wants you to pay attention to him 😭
probably whines so much to the point of annoying you
and now you’re mad at him (◞‸◟；)
ah he didn’t mean for it to end up like this but it just kinda happened
as soon as the two of you are alone, he’s really apologetic
he’ll immediately tell you about his jealousy
and will apologize instantly
sunoo always admits his faults :(
he doesn’t want to make the situation worse by now owning up to his faults and denying that there’s nothing wrong
he’ll say that he only wanted your attention and your time
but he let his jealousy get the better of him
honestly, you’d have to be a monster to not forgive him
it’s this entire fight that causes the two of you to set aside a day a week to make an effort to at least talk to each other or play games or hang out
sunoo just wants your love and affection 🥺
♡ || 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻.
I'm just gonna come right out and say it because i believe this with my entire soul
jungwon gets jealous so easily
he can be very confident with the other members and on stage
but within relationships, because of his inexperience, he lacks that confidence
he gets really insecure around your male friends
he’ll see you talk to them in that same excited manner with that glint in your eye that you do to him
and his brain goes to places it shouldn’t
he knows realistically that it’s probably nothing
like this is totally just your personality
but there’s always that little bundle of doubt
in the moment, he won’t say a word
he’ll just observe the situation
keeping a close eye on you especially
but when you walk away
he’ll instantly go into baby mode
“you still love me right?”
“can you give me a hug?”
“i’m the only person you like like this right?”
“If i was a random stranger on the street, you would still have a crush on me right?”
“can you hold my hand?”
you will have to endlessly reassure him
will walk like -10cm away from you
and will keep you close for the rest of the day
so it’s obvious that jungwon isn’t feeling confident at all
and so you’ll have to have a little talk to him about it
it’s mostly just you reassuring him that he’s the only one you love
he definitely finds security in these little talks
because it helps him recognize that you value him enough to openly communicate with him
and that does spike his confidence!
in following situations when you’re with your male friends, he’ll try to be more in the conversation and not think too much about it
will give you little moments of affection
like rubbing your back
or putting a hand on your knee for a second before taking it back off
that helps boost his confidence as well
but he does actively try to better himself about not getting as jealous as before
♡ || 𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶.
niki’s young so he probably gets jealous left and right
whether that’s when you’re with the other members
or with your friends
or just as school around classmates
his hormones are out of wack and he’s still going through puberty
please don’t blame him :(
niki just doesn’t want to lose you
like jungwon, he’s also not very confident because of his lack of experience in relationships
if you’re talking to the other members or your friends, he gets pouty
watches you very closely
he doesn’t want to insert himself in any way or show that he’s feeling jealous
he’ll get huffy for a little while too
if you question him as to why he’s upset, he’ll outright deny being upset
claim that he’s fine even though he clearly isn’t
will also reject any form of affection
do not touch him or try to talk to him about it
he’ll need a few minutes to sit and think about it
and then after like half an hour of cooling down, he’ll have a better grasp of his feelings
he might not be able to perfectly articulate his feelings into words but you can always hear the emotion in whatever he says
he’s better at displaying his emotions rather than speaking it
he’s a dancer after all
niki would feel so much better through words of reassurance
he just wants to know that he’s doing well
little everyday comments always help make him feel more secure
“niki! you look different today! i think you’ve gotten more handsome?”
lots of i love yous 🥺
“please eat well today!”
“I care about you!!!”
those little comments always make his heart flutter (ノ・ω・)ノ
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wish you were here
Characters: Mark Lee & you
Setting: wish dragon au (and a bit of aladdin because mark even has a tiger in their garden like jasmine did. don’t ask why, just blame the regular mv), childhood best friends to lovers (at least there’s potential?)
Genre: fluff and humour
Warnings: mentions of a sick animal and a wild animal kept as a pet in a huge garden (just like jasmine’s tiger, it’s very tamed)
Summary: A magical teapot, a dragon that wants everyone to be happy and an old friendship being revived. Oh yeah, have I told you that you have 3 wishes?
Words: 6.4k
For @restlessmaknae 💕
When your mother told you you got delivery to your childhood home, you certainly did not expect this: a brown box as big as a small watermelon with your old Canadian address and MARK LEE scrabbled next to your name as another recipient but no sender. Not to mention, the first stamp on the thing was dating back to the early 2010s. Where the hell was this package for 10 years? And what would you and your old neighbour slash best friend have gotten together?
Okay, first things first:
You and this clumsy, kind of cute kid, Mark had been quite tight while growing up. You were born in the same year, only a month apart, and his family lived in the house next to yours in the suburbs of Vancouver, so it was kind of natural. You two might have been against the world kind of comrades, playing hide and seek when you were six and wondering about whether time travelling was possible through black holes at twelve. But no matter how close you used to be, you fell out of touch when Mark's family moved to the other end of the world, back to Korea, their roots when you were fourteen. You slowly forgot about him, and started university in the city, moving away from home, so nothing really reminded you of him ⎼ and your stupid, big fat crush on him that you had no courage to tell him about in middle school ⎼, nothing until this box.
You put the delivered package on your kitchen table while you make some dinner for yourself out of what you have gotten during grocery shopping earlier just before you picked up the mysterious stuff at the post office. You eye it suspiciously over your pasta, really not wrapping your mind about what it could be but instead of annoying yourself with this pointless curiosity, you put your fork down and stand up to open it. It’s a struggle at first, the box being secured with multiple adhesive tapes over the years but when you finally get rid of all that and can look inside of it, an intense feeling rushes through you… immerse disappointment.
“A teapot? For real? What were we thinking?” you furrow your brows taking the small, green and pretty old teapot into your hands. It looks like a piece of a traditional Asian set with its jade colour and dragon pattern. It couldn’t have been in a much better shape 10 years ago either seeing how wayworn it is but still, you expected something more… exciting? Something funny that might or might not give you an excuse to look up Mark Lee on the internet and message him for the sake of old times. But how lame it would be to befriend him on Facebook only to tell him that you got delivered a teapot under both your names. Hah, you would rather not embarrass yourself like that.
You shoot one last glance at the teapot before leaving it on your counter and going back to your food, you successfully forget about the whole ordeal. You carry your life on with only one small difference: Mark Lee back on your mind after long, long years.
It was just a small crush, you tell yourself, sighing as you look into the mirror, absentmindedly wondering how he’s doing. Does he think of you sometimes as well? Did he go to music college like he has always wanted? Is he happy? You wish he was even if he’s half a world away and with that thought you think it’s time to go to sleep despite the upcoming weekend days. You don’t want to mess up your sleep schedule over some boy but as soon as you pull the blanket over your chest and close your eyes, something explodes in your kitchen.
You jump out of bed faster than lightning, in slight panic over the fact that your neighbours will hate you for bothering them late at night and your landlord would kill you if you managed to blow up your microwave. But the sight that welcomes you is like no other that you imagined. The whole room is covered in thick pink glittery smoke. Like your worst Barbie nightmare.
“What the⎼” you cough, waving your hands to clear the air and once it dissolves into nothingness with its weirdly cotton candy smell, there’s a boy in the middle of it all, sitting cross legged on your kitchen counter so casually as if he owned the place. His pink-ish purple hair hangs into his eyes and he seems to find your coffee machine strangely interesting. You grab the first thing you can ⎼ a blender ⎼ and hold it up in defensive before yelling at the boy: “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my apartment?”
The stranger’s mouth pulls up in a charming smile, his eyes sparkle as he turns his attention to you, hopping off the counter. He’s all thin and long limbs, so you hate how you hate to look up at him as he walks towards you before bowing ceremoniously.
“Hello, sorry for the sudden appearance, I just couldn’t wait any longer! I’ve been stuck in that teapot waaay too long. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything. My name is Taeyong, I’m a wish dragon and you’re my new owner,” he smiles and what he says makes absolutely no sense.
“A wish dragon?” you mumble in shock, looking around to see if this is just another prank of Johnny. You wouldn’t be surprised to see him jump out from under one of the cupboards. Or maybe you just fell asleep and you’re dreaming. Yeah, that seems like a realistic scenario.
“Ah, yes! I know I don’t look like it but modern times require modern solutions. Most people freak out because of my dragon form, so human it is,” the boy who seems only a few years older than you grins as he’s chatting and you have to give it to him, he takes this role pretty seriously. “You have three wishes as my owner. You can ask for anything as long as it’s not about death or love.”
So you got yourself someone who thinks he’s basically a genie? Oh gosh, is he that drunk?
“Aha, very funny. I’m too tired for this prank, so I would appreciate it if you left the same way you came...” you point towards your window because there’s no way he came through the door. Putting down your blender because the guy looks pretty harmless despite his crazy blabbering, you move to go back to your bedroom.
“No, no, no, I can’t do that,” the boy, Taeyong as he introduced himself, appears in front of you within a second and grabs your shoulder as if he could shake some sense into you. He looks pretty desperate. “I can only get a new owner if I fulfill all wishes of yours. It was super stuffy in that box the last decade, you know.”
At that excuse you let out a laugh.
“You don’t even fit it the⎼”
“You were saying?” Taeyong is suddenly nowhere near ahead of you but instead a small creature, supposedly a dragon, in the size of your palm flies in front of your eye level. “It’s magic!”
Okay, now that sight makes you feel like it’s you who is drunk. Or worse.
“Am I dead?” you have to ask in a small, uncertain voice, trying to think back what could have happened. Maybe that explosion literally blew your apartment up? But it hurts when you pinch your arm and turning back into his human form, Taeyong wants to prove the very same thing. Not the hurting but the not dead part, obviously.
“No, you’re very much alive and a happy owner of a wish dragon. Not permanently, of course, but still,” he tells you as he drags you onto your couch in the living room. As if sitting down could help processing all this.
So you have a wish dragon in your home, a magical creature that can casually switch between its dragon and human form and he says you should wish for three things, so he could leave and you could go back to your old, boring life without magic and things that scare you to death at 11PM.
“Can I ask… why? Why me? I’m not really owner-material,” you whisper because heck yeah, you even managed to kill your cactus before. Taeyong purses his lips as he sits down, a hand at his chin.
“Well, it’s unusual indeed to have a peasant girl, no offence, as my owner but as far as I know, you and your friend asked for a sign that magic was real.”
Oh, you remember that, being so obsessed with shooting stars and other stuff like that, you two used Mark’s brother’s computer to browse the internet, trying to find evidence about all that. You were kids wanting to believe in a world beyond the one you knew. But...
“That was like 10 years ago,” you furrow your eyebrows, not getting the timing.
“Well, sorry, you weren’t put on the top of the Heaven wish list and the shipping from Shanghai to Vancouver isn’t the fastest either,” Taeyong shrugs as if it was supposed to be natural. As if that was the most unbelievable thing. Well, delivery services are sometimes a pain in the ass, that’s true but getting a wish delivered by Heaven was something you would have never thought of and it all drains down on you. Strangest realisation of your life.
“So… it’s all real,” you whisper ahead of yourself: magic, dragons and all that. You could basically see your old best friend’s I told you so smile and let out a soft chuckle. “I wish Mark could meet with you, too.”
At that the guy ahead of you claps his hands and rubs them together, creating the same purple smoke from before. You look at him alarmed.
“Your wish, my command,” Taeyong grins and lifts his hands and before you could make a sound of protest because gosh, you didn’t mean it literally, you feel the ground move under your feet and you’re falling, into the darkness but despite shutting your eyes automatically, fearing the impact of the crash, nothing comes. Only the smell of soy sauce in the air and warm sunshine on your skin… Wait, what?
Your eyelids fly open and you notice in shock that you’re not in your flat anymore, ready to sleep. Instead, you stand in the middle of a goddamn street somewhere in Korea based on the signs still in your PJ shorts and tee. Oh my gosh! You hide in an alley right away and yank the seemingly proud Taeyong with you.
“I didn’t tell you that I meant right now! I can’t meet Mark in my PJs and I need my phone and wallet to function anyways. Not to mention, I don’t speak Korean at all...” you ramble panicking, the realisation that you’re indeed on the other side of the Earth due to some magic is yet to register. But the awkwardness from the stares you have just gotten has already turned you bashful.
Listening to you, the wish dragon seems sheepish and slightly embarrassed as he scratched his nape, his colourful hair falling into his cast down eyes.
“Oh… sorry. I got so excited over the wish that I didn’t think about it! It’s been a while since I did teleport magic but hey, I still have it in me. Anyways, sorry. Phone and wallet, you said? Here you go,” he pulls out something from his pants which magically seems to be indeed your belongings. That definitely makes things earlier.
“Uhm, thanks. Where are we exactly?”
“Ah, well you mentioned your friend Mark Lee, so we’re here. Well, one bell away because I did remember that it’s rude to intrude other’s houses without permission first,” oh now, you know, you snicker internally and gulp because hell, even if you wanted to see Mark, you wouldn’t have thought that the meeting would come so soon. You didn’t have enough time to prepare yourself mentally.
“So… you’re telling me that this… is where Mark lives?” you point at the impressive apartment complex on the corner of the street but Taeyong shakes his head.
“Nope, This is where your Mark lives,” he says and before you could object about the ‘your’ part, the dragon points at the other side of the road at a luxurious house with a huge garden, basically a palace. Seeing the beautiful fountain, the modern and yet traditional Korean style building beyond the fences makes your jaw drop.
“Hahaha, alright for a magic dragon you must have made a mistake. There’s no way the Mark Lee I know lives here,” you look back at Taeyong finding it funny that the kid who used to wore his favourite tees until his mother basically threw them out would live at such a place.
“Mark Lee, korean name Minhyung, supposed to be 22 years old internationally soon. Bad eyesight, contagious laugh, clumsy but has surprisingly good reflexes, gets embarrassed easily. Sound familiar?” Taeyong crooks a brow at you as he reads the information off from a parchment he just took out of his pants. Everything he listed is just so Mark that you’re left in disbelief.
“Uuh… that sounds about right.”
“His father hit it big in 2016 with a tech company, their net worth has too many zeros to count,” Taeyong explains, seeing how surprised you were over the fact that he lived a lavish life like this. Not that he doesn’t deserve it! Mark is such a sweetheart, so of course, you would only want the best for him but as if half the world wasn’t enough, now you have another huge gap between you.
“Gosh, I really can’t believe this. How am I supposed to just ring the bell and say hello after so much time?” you sighed with your head in your hands. “Argh, I need to buy some clothes and change.”
Taeyong approves the idea based on how enthusiastically he hollers, you wonder why nobody on the street seems to pay no attention to him. Maybe only you see him, just more reason for you to be crazy.
“Good idea because we’re having dinner with Mark!”
“What?” you look up in shock, not following through. Taeyong grins down at you, flashing a giddy smile and with a twirl he’s changed from his baggy, casual clothes to something more chic but still laidback.
“Your wish was him meeting me, so I arranged everything. I can't meet him without you and the teapot there, you know,” he explains as if it was supposed to be obvious. You aren't ready yet though.
“You just want to eat all the fancy delicious food he has,” you squint at him suspiciously and the dragon stays silent, so you must be right. He laughs nervously.
“Maybe, but can you blame me? I haven’t had a feast since a literal decade!” he hollers and somehow you really cannot find it in yourself to be angry at him. You are in Seoul for god's sake after all and magic is real, you can put up with the inconvenience of buying clothes and making yourself look decent before dumping all this surprise on Mark.
An hour later you stand in front of the gates of the Lee mansion and nervously you wipe your sweating hands into your dress. You can totally do this, you just say hi to an old friend, it's not like you're afraid he wouldn't remember you, hah, of course not–
"Y/N!"
You whip your head at the call of your name to the source of that all too familiar voice. Sure it's deeper than you remember but there's no mistake in whose it is. Plus, who else would call your name in South Korea of all places.
"Mark, hey!" you wave the boy who just got out of one of the fanciest cars you've ever seen in your life. And yet, despite the Prada suit and expensive shoes, styled hair and Swiss watch on wrist, Mark Lee still has that goofy little smile and the doe eyes that used to make you weak in the knees. Hah, who are you kidding? They still do.
"Oh my god, dude, you… you got pretty," Mark jogs up to you and having no filter like always he blabbers immediately only to stutter as his ears turn red. It was so him talking before thinking, so you didn’t really mean to dwell on his words. Although you felt your cheeks dusted with pink soon enough. "I mean, it's really good to see you! I was so surprised to see your name in my calendar for today's dinner! You should have told me you were coming to Korea, I would have picked you up at the airport."
His calendar? Ah, of course, he must have been busy and all that. You wouldn’t have been surprised to see an assistant run after him at this point, so you wonder how your wish dragon magically put you onto his list of important people to meet. Gosh, it was so weird.
"Ah, I have a funny story about that…" you chuckled to yourself but before you could have get out anything, even a please, can we go to a more private place? Mark’s eyes zero on the guy next to you and his eyes grow comically wide.
"And uhm, who is your friend?" he points at Taeyong who waves him in exchange with a kilowatt smile. He looks back at you with his mouth agapé. "Oh my god, you came to invite me to your wedding?"
He says oh my god way too many times for an eloquent rich kid, he really is the Mark Lee you knew.
"No, never! I mean, of course, I would invite you but Taeyong and I– I literally met him on my way here," you explain hastily cursing yourself for the silly lie. You came to tell him the news not to try to make it believable.
“I heard there’s food,” the wish dragon pipes in very helpful and you shoot him a disapproving glance he doesn’t notice. Luckily, Mark doesn’t seem to mind.
“Oh, yeah, of course, dinner! Come on in, let’s get you two settled,” he grins albeit a bit awkwardly as he leads you through the gate after opening it with his card.
On the way through the very, very, very big garden, he’s chattering about how he misses the Vancouver weather, especially on humid, hot days like this and talks about how he thinks the fountain in their yard is a bit too much but his mom loved it and then before you know it, you sit by a huge dining table with fine food in front of you. Suddenly you can’t decide whether you're grateful for Taeyong’s shameless presence – he digs into the jjigae right away – because at least the situation isn’t awkward because of your silence or you’re annoyed by it because you must seem like a weirdo because of him. That’s why you decide to rip off the bandage and tell Mark as soon as the last maid has disappeared too.
“Okay, so actually I came here because I have a surprise,” you speak up, probably too serious because the boy almost chokes on his food due to how fast he turns his head towards you.
“More surprise?” he coughs out and you offer him a glass of water which he takes with a smile.
“You literally won’t believe this one!” you assure him and wait until he gulps down the drink. Only then you point to Taeyong and tell him that your childhood wish has come true.
Mark almost falls off his chair this time.
Not after you tell him that though. He laughs at that with that wheezing laugh of his as if you told the joke of the century then pats you on the shoulder murmuring That was a good one, bro and turning back to his food. But then you look at the magic dragon pointedly and Taeyong puts down his chopsticks with an exaggerated sign. Then he flexes his magic: turning into his dragon form among additional sparkles and Mark suddenly looks like he’s about to faint. He reaches out to tap on your shoulder while not taking his eyes off the wish dragon.
“Am I dreaming?” he whispers and honestly, you totally get his reaction while Taeyong mumbles something about ‘people these days not believing in dragons’ as he shows off all the things he could do: gift riches, make one stronger than they are, giving skills of whatever one wants. He starts rambling about how this one Chinese emperor became wealthy thanks to this, how that one actor in martial arts and all this before changing back to his human form and he continues eating his pasta like nothing ever happened.
“I can do this all day,” he shrugs as if he didn’t just perform the coolest magic tricks.
“This… this is the best thing ever!” Mark exclaims with those sparkles in his eyes you missed so much. He was always so excited about new things and it automatically makes you smile how he bombards Taeyong with million questions like: ‘So you are the wish dragon that grants wishes?’ or asking him about his scales, his unique color, how it feels to live in such a small teapot, how old he is and the dragon glows under all the attention. Can’t blame him but Mark has always been so curious about the world, it’s endearing.
“So your first wish was to meet me?” he turns to you after long minutes of interrogating Taeyong and suddenly, under the spotlight you don’t know what to do with yourself. You can feel yourself blushing because you didn’t necessarily mean to wish for that but it’s not like you’re regretting it, it’s just… you don’t want him to misunderstand.
“I thought you should meet him, too, after all the package was delivered for the two of us,” you look down, trying to sound nonchalant while picking your food, avoiding Mark’s gaze. No matter how open armed he welcomed you, you still aren’t convinced that it’s okay to be here because the more time you spend with him, the more you would like to stay a part of his life. “It’s just… I wasn’t really sure we could ever meet again. We didn’t keep contact after you left.”
With dropped shoulders, you try not to sound too downhearted because of what happened because you know all too well, it wasn’t his fault, it was a family decision and look at him, it did good for him! He seems happy, they live in a practically mansion but most importantly, he didn’t seem to change with the wealth. He might wear expensive clothes but under it all he’s still the boy with the most loveable smile.
“I… I was thinking about you a lot, I just thought you forgot about me,” Mark admits with a sheepish smile, tucking his hair behind his ear shyly. He really still is the same and it’s playing silly little games with your heart. If this was a cheesy Disney movie, a slow bgm would start to play as you look into each other but your moment is broken when Taeyong accidentally kicks into his chair as he stands up. At first he looks alarmed but then giggles.
“I will just… go. Don’t mind me,” he disappears like smoke with a wink, leaving you two alone at which Mark lets out a woah. You chuckle at his cute reaction, heart doing somersaults in your chest.
You thought it would be awkward, just the two of you alone after long years but Mark has this thing that he makes people feel comfortable around him, so it’s actually quite nice. You catch up on everything and anything that comes to your mind: old neighbours, studies, friends, what are you doing now and what would you like to do, too.
After finishing the delicious dinner, Mark offers a home tour which you would never refuse and you jaw drops at the huge crystal chandelier in their living room as well as their swimming pool but your favourite place in the whole mansion is Mark’s room because it’s just so him. You can’t describe it well but the moment you step inside, it feels like home. It’s cozy to the point it makes you want to cuddle a pillow. It has colours of pastels, a synthesizer here, a guitar there, posters of singers framed on his wall and vinyl records hanging down. His window has a view of sunset and Namsan above their green garden and although you haven’t been in Seoul before, you’re pretty sure it’s your favourite place in the whole damn city, too.
“Wait, there’s someone I would like you to meet,” Mark suddenly exclaims while you’re looking through his pictures and he pulls you out of his room, out of the house, into the garden: You giggle all the way as he’s being so secretive about it but then your steps halt unexpectedly and the hand you have in Mark’s yanks him back.
“Mark… why is there a tiger in your garden in the middle of Seoul?” you ask as quietly and as immobile as you can. You don’t want to attract the sleeping animal’s attention to yourself. But to your biggest surprise, the boy just laughs, his thumb caressing your skin soothingly.
“She’s Jasmine and she won’t hurt you,” he reassures you but needless to say, you’re not too calm and you’re pulled close to the wild animal that lifts its huge head towards you lazily. “She was abandoned by her mother as a cub and she was outcast in the zoo because she’s a bit sick, so she has always been weaker than her siblings. Dad made a donation and we have raised her since she was young.”
You hiss when Mark reaches out without fear but the tiger basically purrs as he strokes down his fur at the neck. You watch in awe as this big wild animal becomes a soft cat under the hands of Mark Lee. When the boy encourages you to pat her too, you hesitate but he promises you that it’s gonna be alright and you take a leap of faith.
“What’s her sickness?” you wonder aloud as your fingers get lost in the soft fur of the tiger. You hope she’s not in a lot of pain.
“It’s an immune system thing, not sure what exactly but she wouldn’t have survived this long in the wild,” the boy tells you and his mouth curls up in a smile when Jasmine licks your hand. It seems like you’re tiger-approved. You look into its warm brown eyes and your heart churns at the thought of her condition.
Mark tells you stories of Jasmine, about that one time she crashed his birthday cake or how much she likes to swim with him in their pool during summer and gosh, you could listen to him go on and on forever. You’re only reminded of the reality, that all this is just a possible one-time thing, a weekend getaway with magic when Taeyong shows up in swimwear, ready to crash in said pool.
“I guess he might have been bored in that teapot,” Mark laughs, not minding at all. He even offers you to join but you have a better idea.
“Taeyong, I have my second wish!” you call out for the wish dragon who’s suddenly much more excited about that than the water. He’s beside you in a moment, beaming and curious. You glance at Mark with a soft smile before looking at your personal genie confidently.
“I wish Jasmine would be healthy,” you whisper, playing with the tiger’s furry ears which she seems to enjoy. You were a little bit afraid the dragon would say it’s not possible, that he can’t cure sickness but to your relief, he just grins.
“Your wish, my command,” he nods and puts a hand over the animal. Nothing but a smoke of purple signals the magic being done but you believe in it and so does Mark by the looks of it. He reaches out for your hand and squeezes it gently.
“Thank you,” he smiles and you smile back. He used to be your best friend after all, it’s the least you can do for him.
Mark convinces you to stay the weekend and there’s no way you could tell no to him, not when he clears his schedule just for you. He never complains about how busy he must be working for his father’s business while being a music major at a local university. All he ever talks about is the places he wishes to show you and he takes you around Seoul as if he was your certificated tour guide. It’s lovely how enthusiastic he is about it while what really matters to you is the time you spend together. He makes sure you two take a million photos to remember by, Taeyong posing on half of them since he joins you on your little trips and sometimes it’s just the two of you watching the wish dragon being genuinely in awe by modern technology, 10 years is a long time after all.
On the last day before you have to go back to Vancouver (thanks to Taeyong’s kind offer to take you the same way you came back since he misunderstood you, you don’t have to sit through a 10+ hours flight and you have more time), Mark not only tries to make you breakfast despite having an in-house chef (his eggs are ugly as heck but you appreciate his efforts and can’t help but coo at his dreamy smile under that grey hoodie when you tell him it tastes yummy) but he also introduces you to his friends in Korea. Of course, they tease you (mostly Mark) about where he has been hiding you but it’s all chill and fun you’re not quite ready to say goodbye. But you should go because the more you stay, the more you don’t want to leave. You’re lucky enough for this chance to reunite with Mark but all good things end eventually.
“Let’s not disappear from each other’s life again, okay?” the boy grins at you as you’re ready to go, Taeyong already working on his magic.
“Yeah, let’s not,” you agree easily, looking forward to your video chatting and constant texting even if it’s from the two opposite ends of the Earth with a terrible time zone difference.
You glance at the wish dragon who’s drumming with his fingers while pursing his lips as if he was waiting for something and you let out a huff before working up the courage to actually do something about these feelings inside of you. You might have regretted not confessing in middle school, you have spent years wondering about the what ifs, so you don’t want to make the same mistake twice but still, you want to give Mark a chance to ignore it all if he wants to. So you step forward and wrap your hands around him as you hug him close. It’s obvious that your action takes him aback, he suddenly doesn’t know what to do with his hands and his body tenses under you but it all melts as you say those words that have been threatening to fall from your lips all this time:
“I have missed you.” you confess, honest and based on the hitch in his breathing, Mark must be surprised. You can’t blame him though, you just wanted him to know. You step back with a weary smile, his big Bambi eyes on you but before he could say anything you nod at Taeyong and you feel yourself falling, purple fog pulling you in. A few moments later you’re back in Vancouver, in your apartment, without him.
The first few days pass in a blurr, you can still barely believe what just happened. Your weekend with Mark feels like a too good dream but Mark kept his side of promise and texted you almost immediately as you left. He sends you selfies, songs that remind him of you and you talk about your days like you never did before. Still, it feels like you’re dancing around certain topics which are basically the elephant in the room and maybe that’s why Taeyong tries to cheer you up in his own way. Though, he soon realizes that you not being happy isn’t the problem, you are happy, you just… miss Mark more than you ever did.
“Enough of moping, you still have a wish left!” Taeyong exclaims, throwing himself onto your bed. “Come on, close your eyes, imagine what you want the most in the world and make a wish!" he singsongs. However, before you could even just indulge him, your phone pings with a new notification.
fullsun00 tagged you in their post!
You click on it right away, wondering what Mark’s friend Donghyuck is doing online at 1AM. The uploaded post turns out to be a photo of you and Mark when you all hang out near Han river. You were too busy at the time laughing at how the boy almost lost his whole scoop of ice cream before he could have had a single bite to notice his smile while looking at you. Based on his caption Donghyuck apparently wasn’t.
fullsun00: just old friends, they say. friends my ass @buttercupyn @onyourm__ark
You click your tongue wondering what Mark thinks of the callout but you press like on the post anyways. You put your phone aside before you could see how his other friends join the teasing in the comment section.
“Actually, I do have my third wish,” you speak up as you turn to Taeyong before he could make a remark on your tinted cheeks.
You’ve been thinking a lot about it during the past days. You could wish for anything but you’re at a point of your life where no riches or fame would make you happier because you’re happy enough just the way it is. It might not be perfect but you don’t want to be selfish and you want to make decisions you won’t regret: like catching up with Mark, curing his tiger and bringing happiness into the life of somebody who only ever served other people in his life.
“Ooh, what is it?” Taeyong claps, giddy as if he was waiting for this to happen. He probably did.
“I wish you would go on a vacation and enjoy life,” you tell him but unlike his usual reaction, this time the dragon’s smile fades and he blinks at you, confused.
“You could ask for anything in the world and that’s what you want? Are you sure?” he furrows his brows, not quite believing your words but you just smile, knowingly.
“Yes, Taeyong, I’m sure.”
“Your wish, my command,” he bows with his hands put together and with a twirl suddenly he’s in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, looking as ready for a holiday as one can be. You chuckle and tell him to just go, you’ll be fine.
You’re fine, you really are. Life goes on, you study and work, you laugh with your friends, you video call with Mark regularly and his friends are regulars on your social media, too. It’s just sometimes the feeling of missing something hits you harder than other days. Especially when you’re looking through the pictures you have from your Seoul weekend.
“I wish you were here,” you whisper ahead of you at one particularly good photo of Mark and the sunset, smiling at you behind the camera. You miss his smile, the cute wrinkles around his eyes when he crunches his nose, the sound of his laughter, his hand on your wrist… you miss him.
Ding-dong.
You stand up startled at the sound of your flat’s bell, running to the door to open it even though you have no idea who it could be so early on a Saturday morning. Not having a better idea, you expect it to be either a neighbour of your landlord but on the other side of your doorstep stands a boy who you thought was a continent away. He’s dressed semi-casually this time, his shirt tucked in his jeans, hair lightly falling onto his forehead and a nervous smile on his thin lips.
“Mark! But I⎼ I don’t even have more wishes,” you blink, taken aback, looking around to look for Taeyong in case he came back. But your behaviour just manages to confuse Mark instead.
“What?”
“I just wished you were here,” you blurt out without thinking, your words only processing later in your brain and it’s then when heat creeps onto your cheeks. Mark tries to but can’t really hide his growing smile at that.
“Really? I’m glad then. I just took my new private plane on a test drive,” he says bashfully, a silly excuse for real.
“All the way to Vancouver?” you tease, watching Mark fumble with the hem of his shirt. Your heart beats overtime just because of the fact that he’s there.
“Well, what can I say? I did miss the weather here,” he plays along with a shrug but he’s more serious when he looks deep into your eye and adds: “And you left without letting me answer.”
Oh yes, you did. You were kind of afraid of his reaction but seeing how he was ready to travel across the world just to see you, maybe there’s no reason for you to be so afraid. It feels like deja vu but a reversed one in a way as Mark gently pulls you into a hug, his lips grazing your hair with a whisper that makes your heart skip a beat: “I have missed you too.”
You really wouldn’t wish for anything more.
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Uchiha Itachi: NSFW Alphabet
So, it has come to my attention that Itachi of the Uchiha has been done a disservice in the eyes of the internet and been called terrible names. *COUGH* vanilla *COUGH* basic *HACK*
I assure you, my friends, nothing could be further from the truth!
And so, I present to you, my interpretation of the one and only. Enjoy.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Aftercare is not optional. It is just as much a part of the experience as foreplay and the actual sex.
Will he clean you up? Not religiously, like it’s something he’ll do every time, but yes, he would. If you’re still feeling tired or lingering in bed by the time he’s gotten cleaned up, he wouldn’t think twice and just take care of you as well. If you mention that you think it’s sweet or you enjoy it, then… YES, he would absolutely start doing this religiously.
Expect hairstroking and holding you to his chest, letting you listen to his heartbeat. If you want to share your 4 AM thoughts here, he’ll be down for it and let you know what he thinks about your ideas. After you’ve fallen asleep he will stay awake sorting through his thoughts, over what it means to have you by his side and the risks involved for you. This is pretty much the only time in the day that it’s safe to be vulnerable with his thoughts and so, this is where he will think about what you mean to him, and press a kiss to your forehead before finally going to sleep himself.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Eyes, definitely. The eyes are known to be the windows to the heart and his own eyes define so much of his life and his destiny, so yes, he could stare into his partner’s eyes for an almost uncomfortably long time, drinking them in.
I can’t really say he’s a butt or boobs guy cuz that’s not how his mind is wired. He’s wired to be mission-oriented and there’s no room in his mind for distractions but on his S/O he would appreciate and worship every inch of her.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Um… breeding kink, anyone? Defo see him as having one. Is this an underlying psychological thing because he was deprived of having a normal family? At the same time, though, he’s in no rush to have children of his own, because he knows what a terrible place this world can be. But the desire to spill his seed deep into his S/O’s womb is deeply ingrained. Modern birth-control would really solve this problem.
Also, swallowing. *COUGH* If someone does this for him it will go straight to his head. Prepare to be rewarded.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Hmm… I almost feel guilty about characterizing him like this, but I could see him somewhere deep down having a desire to have his partner submit to him? Not in the sense that he would ask for that, but if he had a wet dream about his S/O she would probably be on her knees, and he would feel guilty about it the next day and be a little sweeter than usual to her.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Okay! So, this is an unpopular opinion, but I don’t think Itachi is inexperienced!
Even if we take Canon!Ita (but maybe age him up a little) I feel like there could be situations, mission-related, or pursued by women he objectively finds appealing, where saying no is just more inconvenient than going along with it. Especially if it’s for the sake of a mission, he wouldn’t think twice. Or if he does it in order to not blow his cover. While he does largely turn admirers away, more for their own good and because he’s generally not interested, I do believe he could have realistically encountered situations in his travels that led to sexual encounters. He hasn’t taken a vow of chastity, so I don’t see why he should go to unreasonable lengths to say no?
So yeah, in my mind he definitely has some experience, but not a whole lot. Obviously, he takes necessary precautions to ensure those brief dalliances stay just that.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Hahahaha, so I had to do some research to find out what this position is called. The Mastery? Basically, it’s woman on top but the couple is in a seated position. Meaning, he gets to look into your eyes and just basically, the heightened intimacy and closeness of this position are what does it for him. Also, he has more control than in the normal girl-on-top position, so he can control the pace somewhat and help you out.
But if you’re tired, he’ll pick you up and flip positions, he won’t wait for you to admit you’re tired and he won’t listen to your protests. He wants to see you out of your mind in ecstasy, not wondering whether or not you’re too tired to continue.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Alright, so it’s Itachi, right? He isn’t very jokey. That just is what it is. He might do something unintentionally that might make you giggle, or you could laugh out of nervousness and while he very much enjoys that sound he doesn’t really know how to provoke it from you. It’s just not his area of expertise. (Sorry, Ita. Couldn’t give you this one.)
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Hmm… well, Itachi definitely is clean by nature, and is definitely well-groomed and particular in all aspects of his life, so… I’m going to go with trimmed. Neat and orderly. Just like everything else about him.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I lowkey just want to link my oneshots to this, cuz they say it all, but alright! He will want to be connected to his S/O. That means either being able to see her face, or if the position doesn’t allow for it to hear her voice the entire time. He’s good at that. He’s so sweet and considerate and perceptive. He knows what’s working for you and what isn’t even without you saying a word, He may not have a whole lot of experience, but he has an innate talent (because doesn’t he just… with everything?) and he’s an exceptionally quick learner. He will legit ruin you for anyone else because if you ever ARE with anyone else and they snap at you, “What do you think I am, a mind reader?” You’ll realize what Itachi was doing.
So, yeah. He wants to make sure you’re into it and you’re taken care of and you’re near delirious with pleasure before he decides to let go himself. Being self-sacrificial and caring for others is in his nature. So, yeah, you really need to man up and figure out what he needs because he isn’t going to tell you. But you’re smart. You’ll work it out. (OR JUST READ THE REST OF THIS ALPHABET.)
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Sorry, no. Don’t see him doing this. You have to consider how disciplined the guy is, and how insanely busy. It really is kind of a waste of time at the end of the day and if he wants it that badly, he can just make the trip to see you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Teasing, edging, getting you to beg. He feels bad for you, he really does. But how much more can you take? You won’t know until you know. He’ll reward you for your patience though. And let’s be honest, you’ll love it, teasing and all. Not to mention mindfucking you to oblivion.
So, I went through an alleged “complete” list of 239 kinks to try and answer this question and most of it was just… weird. So, let’s do this differently. What follows is an incomplete list of things I could potentially see him being into or good at or have an interest in. In no particular order: mirrors, sub/dom play (with a little coaxing and admitting to himself that this is even a thing that he’s into. It would absolutely be limited to the bedroom, though), sensory deprivation, and.... bear with me here, but… I could see him having a hand for Shibari. THINK ABOUT IT. Those knots and things they learned to tie in the ninja academy? And we know Itachi is the best of the best in everything he does. So, I don’t think this is beyond the realm of possibility.
Generally speaking, though, he just doesn’t have the time for this stuff. BUT IF HE DID…
And now, this is exclusive to AM!Ita but he most likely has a praise kink. Being hated and cursed for eons, and being disillusioned with his own role, if his S/O comes in and tells him how great he is, how handsome, how wonderful. How good he is at what he does. How wonderful he makes her feel. Mmmm. I can see that doing things to him. XD
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Ideally, in a lake or a river. Outdoor bathing spaces are generally approached with caution, so even if someone were to come by they would call out and make sure no one is there first, which means, less risk of getting caught. And I mean, this is Itachi… He’s an S-rank exiled nin. HE KNOWS HOW TO NOT GET CAUGHT. LOL. But yeah, he spends a lot of time out-of-doors. He’s more accustomed to the starry sky overhead than the roof of a house or woodland cabin. In my interpretation, he feels very much at peace when surrounded by nature and he would enjoy being intimate with you in that setting.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Confidence. Enthusiasm. Not necessarily seduction, if it’s a stranger he’s dealing with, this is more of a turn-off than anything. But if it’s his S/O and she turns up the charm and crooks a finger at him… You might even get a smile on that stoic face. I don’t see him being into the shy and stuttering type. If you blush and say, “No! St- stop!” He’ll literally stop. And probably apologize. AND NOT DO IT AGAIN.
If you try and explain to him that your no doesn’t mean no… Ah, yeah. He’s not into that. Be straightforward. Say what you mean. Don’t play games with him. He’ll see right through you.
That being said, being a lonely fighter all his life means he’s very sensitive to your touch. Just run a hand along his shoulder in passing and he’ll grab it and press a kiss to your palm, and haul you in. I could see him being into your hands. It really isn’t hard to turn him on, it’s hard to earn his trust and a position in his life that gives you the right to touch him and be touched by him. But when you’re there, it’s the easiest thing in the world. A smile, a kiss, a brush of your fingers over his collarbones. He’s a goner.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Pegging. This goes without saying. I can’t really think of much else he wouldn’t be into. I mean, stuff that’s a little more out there. Watersports. Daddy/Mommy kinks. Actual exhibitionism, (not genjutsu version) no way is he going to let anyone look in on your most intimate moments. Impact play. He knows very well what his hands are capable of, and there’s a lot of blood on them, so he really wouldn’t be into stuff that involves actually hurting you.
If his S/O likes it VERY rough, he might resort to genjutsu so that she gets what she wants, but he doesn’t have to actually hurt her. Other than that, bruising, choking, the usual level of roughness? Bring it on. Being adept with his hands also means he knows very well where that fine line between pain and pleasure is.
Not to mention, he’s very perceptive, so he’ll figure out what you’re into even without you saying it. He’s also very giving so he’ll focus more on your preferences than his own. But if the day ever comes where you realize what submission does to him… The man would be putty in your hands. Kukukukuku...
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Both.
Giving, because he has absolute control over your pleasure, and because he enjoys how easily he can drive you out of your mind. We’ve established that he’s a terrible tease, so driving you to the brink and leaving you hanging, feeling every single one of your reactions… It’s good stuff.
Receiving takes the cake though. Being that vulnerable with someone, even having someone he can trust that much. It’s definitely something he’s very partial to, something that makes him soft towards you, and something that plays into his forbidden desire of seeing you submit, whether or not he’s aware of it. He’ll make sure to return the favor tenfold.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
This is an odd question I think, because… doesn’t it depend? On how much time he has, on how the two of you are feeling, on what the mood is?
Anyways, I’m going to go ahead and say slow and sensual because he really is a man who likes to take his time with you. He likes to feel every one of your responses, hear every little mewl and whimper and moan that crosses your lips. He definitely makes it an experience.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not his preference, but he isn’t above having a quickie if that’s all that time allows. But he would definitely follow up with a proper session at a later time, then.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Itachi is so nice. He really is. There’s nothing you could want that he wouldn’t be willing to try at least once for your sake. I mean, apart from the stuff listed under “N”.
And would he take risks? YES, HE WOULD. Because his assessment of the risks varies greatly from yours. So, something that you would think is very risky, might seem not risky at all to him, because he knows exactly how to go unseen, unnoticed. You might think he’s being risky, but he’s well aware there was a 0% chance you were going to get caught. Because Itachi skillz.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Stamina! *insert sparkles* AM!Ita has been established in the works, so I think that needs no comment. Canon!Itachi is a freaking fighter. An S-class exiled nin. Someone who claims Itachi has no stamina wants to start something with me. DID YOU SEE HIM HAND SASUKE’S ASS TO HIM? Despite his illness? He lost because he CHOSE to lose. I don’t see the Akatsuki hauling out a wheelchair for Itachi to go on his missions, so don’t go telling me nothing about Itachi having no stamina. SHAKE MY HEAD WHILE JUDGING YOU.
Dude is strong as hell. And you can’t tell me some bedroom fun is more physically taxing than literal superhuman battles against huge ass tailed beasts! It’s just ridiculous. I’m not here to rant. Better calm down.
I’m here to tell you our man can go for at least three rounds and you will *GUARANTEED* always tire out before he does.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Yes. The sharingan. THE ONLY TOY YOU WILL EVER NEED. As mentioned above, he’s not above using his skills to heighten your pleasure, and mess with your mind. But actual, physical toys? Nah, the thought processes that would lead to considering, comparing, and actually purchasing those are just so foreign to his thinking. It would never even cross his mind. What can a toy even do that he can’t do better? (To his thinking anyway. Well, he’s not wrong.)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He will make you beg. Absolutely. He’s totally unfair. He will have casual conversations with you while driving you out of your wits. And then he’ll ask you why you’re not answering him. Ask you what’s wrong. Ask you what you want. LIKE HE DOESN’T KNOW.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Itachi is very restrained and disciplined so, unfortunately, this means he isn’t very vocal. I know, cry with me, it’s such a waste. *hires an orchestra of the world’s smallest violins* BUT that means when you do manage to make him groan or moan in pleasure, it’s such a huge ego boost. Apart from the sounds he makes when hitting a climax, he’s generally in control and whispering praise and teasings into your ear or over your skin.
If you want him to talk, get on your knees and give him some head. Not kidding. Mentioned it above already. He gets to let go, a lot of his secret kinks are getting fulfilled, he feels vulnerable and is cool with it. He’ll dig his hands into your hair, cup your cheek, his eyes will roll into the back of his head and he’ll tell you on a low moan what a good girl you are.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
So, let’s say you’re waiting to talk to him and he’s busy meeting with some people or whatever and you’re standing off to the side patiently. He just briefly glances at you before turning back to his comrades and BOOM. Next thing you know, he’s got you by the neck, has you pinned against his desk/table/whatever (this was originally a Hokage!Ita headcanon so do with that what you will), and is doing unspeakable things to you in front of everyone. No sooner does the encounter come to an end, than you suddenly wake up and find yourself still standing right where you were, until it happens again, and this time he takes you against the wall.
It’s an illusion wrapped in an illusion wrapped in an illusion more times than you can count and when you finally do come to your senses, you can barely stand. The meeting is over. Itachi turns toward you, “You wanted to speak with me?”
Ah, yes. Good old Itachi mindfuckery.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I mean, muscles, yes? Lots of them. Man’s fit as a fiddle. He’s a ninja. So, yes, the entire delicious length of him is covered in lean, firm muscle. He’s clearly well-endowed because… he just is. Maybe not the longest cucumber in the farmer’s market (which isn’t to say he isn’t long, because he is… don’t claim I called him short) but thick and veiny and above all else, attached to a man with a brain who knows how to use it efficiently. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
This is a tough one, because the constraints are not on his drive, but on his time. He’ll take whatever chances he can to be with you. AM!Ita is established to have a very high sex drive, but he also has restraint, so when you’re not into it, he’s cool with it. As if that would ever happen. So, I would have to say, the actual encounters will unfortunately be far between because of his lifestyle, but he will always make up for lost time.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Kind of already mentioned this above, that those moments afterwards with you are his most vulnerable moments where he feels relatively safe and at ease, so he stays awake for a long time after, sorting through his thoughts. Also, he won’t say this to you, but it’s his job to protect you, so there is no way he’ll fall asleep before you do. Not gonna happen.
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Hellish Delights | Woosan
Pairing: Sub!San, Top Wooyoung,
Warning: Overstimulation, Demon San, handjob, San refers to himself in third-person, slight pet play
Realistically, most would be afraid to start a relationship with a demon. Let alone be near one. Yet it was never something that turned Wooyoung away. San was sweet and one of the most caring people he had ever met. Though he had his moments of less than favourable tendencies, Wooyoung didn’t care. He adored his boyfriend, demon or otherwise.
For the most part, San was rather soft. He would never do anything to hurt Wooyoung and if he did do anything that may irritate him remotely, he would break out in a fit of apologies.
So it isn’t much of a surprise that Wooyoung’s often the one praying for some sort of attention. Of course, San was always willing to cuddle, but that wasn’t what Wooyoung wanted. He craved intimacy, to be touched and loved by his boyfriend. Yet San was always too afraid to do anything like that.
Though, that didn’t mean San didn’t have needs as well.
It was late in the day, around half past four, and Wooyoung was sitting at the desk in his room. He would sit in San’s but he had been acting clingy and knew he wouldn’t get much homework done if he stayed in there. The teen twirled his cherry lollipop in his mouth, pondering over the set of math equations in front of him. “Useless things…” He thought to himself, bitterly clutching his pen in his right hand while glaring at the paper.
The boy was too busy grumbling under his breath to notice his door slowly slide open. However, his attention was quickly driven away when he felt a pair of arms snake around his neck. Wooyoung’s surprise melted into delight when he realised who it was. “Sannie~” He whined playfully. “I told you I had a lot of homework to get done.”
“I know,” The demon replied, stretching the syllables of his words in a somewhat whiny tone. “But I missed you.”
“It’s only been twenty minutes,” Chuckled Wooyoung. “You couldn’t have missed me that much.”
“You’d be surprised,” Was the demon’s low response. His tone alone managed to send shivers down the younger males spine. Wooyoung knew all too well what he wanted.
“San, I’m busy.” He heard the demon hum, hands roaming his chest while his face lay just beside Wooyoung’s. He swore he would’ve melted right then and there from his touch. His hands felt so warm and his scent was just so intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to let San do as he pleased with him. However, he was determined to stay firm in his stance. “No.” He stated simply, the single word startling San.
“No?” He repeated in disbelief. “But…”
“No, San. I’ve got homework to do. Maybe later, okay?” Now normally, that would be the end of it. San would leave the room, albeit a little moody, and Wooyoung would get on with things. Today though, the demon wasn’t in his usual mood.
He crouched to his knees and rested his head on the human’s thigh. “Wooyoungie~” The younger rose his brow at the way he whined, looking up at him with his big eyes. His heart churned at such a sight and he would be insane to deny him now.
So, Wooyoung sighed, gently taking the demon’s face into his hand and stroking his soft cheek. “So needy today~ What do you want, Sannie?”
“You, I want you, Woo.” That surprised the younger. Though he supposed he shouldn’t be so shocked based on the state the demon had slipped into. It’s just that usually, San was on top. Seems today may be the exception. Yet something about that made him smirk.
“Alright then Sannie, I’ll treat you well. Don’t worry. Strip for me.” San understood exactly what he meant and slipped out of his shirt. He kept his eyes on Wooyoung, eyeing his every movement while they undid their clothes. The demon would never get tired of seeing his boyfriend’s perfect curves of his plump ass, always begging to be grabbed.
That would have to wait for later though, as San had sat himself on the bed, awaiting Wooyoung’s next move.
What started as a gentle peck on the lips gradually fell into a messy battle for dominance that the demon easily won. San pushed his tongue past the soft barriers of Wooyoung’s mouth, savouring the sweet taste of cherry from his sugary treat. The blonde couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, soon whining when his lover trailed to his neck. “Mm, Sannie~”
“You like that baby?” He chuckled against the younger’s skin when a light gasp left him. The sound alone made Wooyoung grow flushed.
“I thought I was supposed to take care of you. What happened?” The almost pout San received made him laugh once again. With a shrug, he shifted to spread his legs, Wooyoung quickly catching on.
The blonde licked his lips at the sight of his member, sprung up proud, nearly salivating at it. “All for me~”
“Woo~ Hurry up! I don’t wanna w- hng!” The warm feeling of Wooyoung’s mouth engulfing his length zipped his lips within seconds, becoming weak the moment they made contact. “Oh fuck Wooyoung…”
The younger’s tongue slid across the base of his dick, eliciting a moan of euphoria from his boyfriend. San’s hand found its way into Wooyoung’s blonde locks, gripping them with every suck. He found himself wincing at how hard he would pull but didn’t have it in him to care. Not when he knew he was making his lover feel this good.
Fuck, he's so sensitive.
Wooyoung could feel the demon’s member twitch in his mouth yet continued to suck, regardless of how much he gagged. Even still, he didn’t want to see San cum just yet.
“Ah~ W-Wooyoung…”
Wooyoung detached with a light pop, plush lips glistening with the precum dripping from San’s tip. The smile on his face was innocent despite this, as he tilted his head to the side in an almost taunting manner. “What’s wrong Sannie? Want me to stop?”
The way the demon shook his head made Wooyoung smirk. It was entertaining how much power he held over someone who could destroy the city if he so desired. Yet here he was, panting and pleading for this human’s every touch.
It was delightful.
Kisses peppered San’s waistband, each lustful touch causing him to arch his back as he whined for more. These simple prods had him withering with impatience but more apparently, neediness.
He felt the way Wooyoung pinched folds of his skin between his teeth, sucking and licking every spot to leave a beautiful bruise for tomorrow.
San's cock, neglected and begging for touch, thrived on every action, sending shivers of pleasure down the demon's spine. He needed more.
“Wooyoungie~ Please~”
“Please what, Sannie?” Wooyoung replied, head now resting on the mattress. His sudden distance seemed to make San stressed, fearing he may be left like this - hot and unsatisfied.
“I need more~”
A thoughtful hum came from the younger. San tensed when he finally felt a hand wrap around his girth. The strokes were slow, painfully slow. "My Sannie is so needy, isn't he?" San nodded once more, whispering under his breath for Wooyoung to go faster.
He didn't. In fact, he went even slower, stopping almost entirely until he got an answer. "Y-Yes! I'm needy!"
Finally, Wooyoung giggled. He kept moving his hand up and down his boyfriend's length while he travelled to his neck. San couldn't help but moan from the vast amount of pleasure as he was jerked and as more hickeys were plastered on his body.
"Sannie is so sensitive too, isn't he?"
"Yes, S-S…" he bit his bottom lip, refusing to submit entirely. Yet this refusal made Wooyoung halt all action.
San hated being teased. He didn't like having to wait to get what he wanted and it took every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from taking over Wooyoung's mind and making him continue.
Yet the pure look of apathy he received, caused something to shift in him. It was clear Wooyoung knew he wouldn't last. When the demon began to sniff, light tears of frustration running down his cheeks, the blonde smirked.
"So greedy. Sannie is so desperate for me, isn't he?"
"Yes!" He finally wailed. "Sannie is greedy! Sannie wants Wooyoungie to touch him so badly!" Those words alone were enough to have Wooyoung smash their lips together, barely giving him a moment to breathe.
San gasped at the way his cock was pulled, jerked at a speed that made him whimper. "Wooyoungie~" he moaned, earning nothing but another smirk from the younger.
"Does Sannie like this? Does he like it when I handle him this way?" The demon could only groan in response, fist clenching around the fabrics of the sheets to distract himself from the immense pleasure. "Cutie~ Sannie has so much power but is so weak for me."
"P-Please let Sannie cum! Please please please!"
"What a mess you're making," he softly scolded, ignoring the demon's request. Such a thing made San quiver. He pleaded for Wooyoung to let him cum but the other refused to acknowledge it.
All that pressure came piling over when the demon released in Wooyoung's hand. And though San sighed with relief, his boyfriend was less than pleased. "Did I say you could cum?"
"N-No but…"
"But nothing. That was very bad Sannie." The demon looked down, as if he were a puppy being scolded by his owner. Even with his adorable expression, Wooyoung didn't let up, despite how much he wanted to shower the older in kisses and praise. “Now I have to punish you.”
If San wasn’t whimpering before, he certainly was now. Wooyoung crawled over him, leaning over the taller and grinning at his lost expression. He hovered his rear just over the demon’s length, lining it perfectly. “W-Woo…”
“Shhh, relax puppy.” Sinking onto his member, Wooyoung hissed under his breath. Perhaps he should’ve prepped first. The pain would fade soon enough. He started slow, bouncing only slightly which still elicited light moans from the older, who felt Wooyoung clench around him.
However, Wooyoung slowed down when San pressed his face against his bare chest, hearing him sniffle. “What’s wrong, Sannie?”
“N-Not ready. Please go slow…” Wooyoung had to remind himself that this was meant to be a punishment. Yet San’s light cries made him soft.
“Okay Sannie, I’ll let you adjust first.” After all, it was the first time he had ever ridden the demon before. Even with their close contact, San craved more. His lips parted, insinuating their desire for attention. Attention Wooyoung gratefully gave him. Tongue pushing the plush barriers and snaking into the wet cavern of his lover’s mouth. San sighed into the kiss, hands moving towards Wooyoung’s waist. Knowing he was happily distracted, the blonde resumed his movements.
He broke their kiss to gasp, eyes clamping shut from pleasure. “Oh Sannie~” He groaned out. Instinctively, the demon’s hand travelled to Wooyoung’s ass, gripping and kneading the soft flesh to his content. Yet he was stopped when his arms were pushed back. “Punishment, remember?” The blonde rasped out. “No touching.”
“Wooyoungie~”
This time, he wouldn’t go soft. “No touching,” He repeated, tone much more commanding this time. “And don’t cum until I say so.”
Begrudgingly, San did what he was told. Keeping his hands to the side while Wooyoung bounced on his cock. The demon mewled beneath him, fueling the human to go faster. And though he moaned and groaned with every move, it couldn’t compare to the weak pants of San, who kept as still as possible.
He wanted to touch Wooyoung. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to hold him and smother him with affection. Wooyoung could see his restraint clearly, as the demon’s eyes brightened with their usual purple colour. So he made sure to praise him, just to make sure he wouldn’t become too frustrated.
“What a good boy you are Sannie, listening so well.”
“I-Is Sannie doing good?” Peeped the demon, interrupted by his own strained breaths.
“So good, baby.”
“Can Sannie get a kiss? Please!”
“Not yet,” A part of Wooyoung felt like being a brat. He knew he shouldn’t keep edging him on like this but he just couldn’t help it. He adored how submissive San would become for him. He relished in the idea that he had power over a demon. The thought alone had him aroused beyond belief.
It wasn’t long, however, before Wooyoung was reminded who had the real power here. Wooyoung gasped when a hand engulfed his neck, snatching him lower. He winced at the way San’s eyes glowed violently, his grip becoming tighter by the second.
The way he gagged had the demon grinning until he brought their lips together. Though Wooyoung was too shocked to even consider kissing back, their contact seemed to relax San enough to where he let go of his neck.
“No more teasing,” He whispered.
Wooyoung nodded at him, hand slowly tracing his disturbed neck, as it began to sting ever so slightly. He looked to his boyfriend, expecting him to take control and slowly attempted to move. Yet San kept his hips firm, much to Wooyoung’s bewilderment. “Please don’t stop,” He pleaded in a small voice. The kind Wooyoung knew he only used when he was a sub.
“You scared me for a moment, puppy.” Said the blonde with a weak chuckle.
“Sannie is sorry, Sannie is sorry! Sannie didn’t mean it! Please forgive him!”
Ultimately, Wooyoung cooed at his weak and adorable state, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “It’s alright Sannie,” He said softly. San giggled when he received yet another kiss. However, his smile fell at what Wooyoung said next. “But Sannie doesn’t get to cum again.”
“W-What?”
“You heard me. On your knees.” San obeyed and turned around, perky ass awaiting whatever Wooyoung had in store. He could hear the sound of a bottle of lube opening, where he kept it, San didn’t know; following the cold substance dripping onto his rear. Wooyoung chuckled at the way he flinched while he coated his fingers.
Even though he wiggled in discomfort, San soon adjusted to the way Woo’s fingers moved in and out of him, bringing forth a cry of thrill from him. He scissored his digits, stretching San to where he thought he was yet. The demon, however, was feeling impatient.
“T-That’s enough. Need something bigger~” Wooyoung slowly removed his fingers, carefully replacing them with his member a moment later, per his boyfriend’s request. San withered at the new area of length intruding on his hole, with Wooyoung grunting above, murmuring about how tight he was.
The cold, slick feeling of the lube allowed him the room to shift and after a few seconds for them to both adjust, San permitted for the blonde to move. With great care, his hips began to rock forward, eliciting whines from the demon within seconds.
“Woo~” He moaned. “Faster.” The younger grinned and picked up his pace almost immediately. Each time, he nearly drew out and railed into him at a quicker speed, smirking at the way San cried out in pleasure. His head fell, body jolting at every movement while his eyes fogged with tears.
“Aww~ Poor baby. Sannie just couldn’t wait, could he?” Muttered Wooyoung from above, voice both taunting and sympathetic for the demon. Though it was mostly meant to jeer to the older, as Wooyoung groaned at the building shame in his posture.
“N-No, Sannie couldn’t wait,” Whimpered the older. "Sannie is needy for Wooyoungie." His deep moans and whiny pants were music to Wooyoung’s ears, the only incentive he needed to go faster. “Mmph Wooyoung!”
This time, he laughed. “Your little hole takes me so well puppy~ So good for me.”
San’s pants grew uneven, moans becoming higher by the second.
“Aw baby, what’s wrong?” San didn’t respond. The demon kept his head down, biting his bottom lip to hide the exasperated breaths escaping them. Wooyoung could see his legs quiver and it didn’t take long for him to realise why. “Sannie wants to cum again, doesn’t he?”
San nodded eagerly, tears of frustration running down his cheeks from being just a few seconds from release. He didn’t want another punishment and waited with weary patience. “Go ahead then, Sannie. Cum for me.” The demon did as he was instructed, a loud moan escaping him as a copious amount of slick dripped from his tip to his leg.
He sighed with satisfaction, yet winced when he realised that Wooyoung was still going. “Cumming twice for me, hmm?” He snickered. San could practically hear his smirk. “So greedy, I haven’t even cum once today. Will Sannie be good and wait for me?”
The demon's dissatisfaction was shut with a single shush and allowed Wooyoung to pound into him with no questions asked. His painful overstimulation was either unnoticed or completely ignored as the dom only moaned in satisfaction. "Fuck Sannie, you keep clenching."
Back and forth, his body rocked with every hit from behind, like a rag doll being tossed by its owner. The thought tempted Wooyoung to go just a little longer, even if he knew the poor demon's prostate had been abused. He was a crying mess and it was beautiful. “So weak for me.”
“Wooyoungie, i-it hurts…”
“Just a bit longer Sannie...Oh fuck, fuck San!” Wooyoung filled him to the brim and San whined at the unfamiliar feeling.
Wooyoung made sure he was alright before carefully pulling out. The older fell against the bed with a ginormous sigh, with his boyfriend sliding next to him soon after. San cuddled up to him, wrapping his arms around his torso and pecking his lips. “My poor ass,” He whined.
“I’m sorry San, was I too much?”
“Never.” Wooyoung giggled at that, gently stroking the demon’s hair. “You should top more often. That was fun!”
“If you can go one round without choking me, then we’ll see.”
San nodded at him, smiling brightly as he snuggled closer. “I love you, Wooyoungie.”
“I love you more, Sannie.”
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━ CHASING PAVEMENTS 03 | JJK
↳ PAIRING: dad!jk/married!jk/bff!jk x reader
↳ GENRE/TAGS: f2l, angst, unrequited feelings, cheating, future smut
↳ WARNINGS: (for this chapter) time jumps, mention of divorce, blood mention ((but like nothing serious)), forced kisses, just sad stuff like this is sad guys lol
↳ WORD COUNT: 8.6k
↳ EXCERPT: ‘‘Jungkook doesn’t want to think this is the end, maybe it’s that stupid voice inside his head that always holds on to things that he knows he should let go of. But he can’t just let go of this and move on. He doesn’t remember what life was like before you and he sure as hell does not want to know what it’ll be like without you.’’
↳ A/N: getting this chapter out has been ((a pain in the ass)) tough !! & cp was supposed to end with this chapter but that was not realistic at all lmao but i do hope u like this n i’ll try to get pt4 quickly as possible <3 thx
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‘‘Okay everyone, let’s switch to the upward facing dog!’’
You really don’t want to be here. There’s a lot of stuff running through your head right now that are more important than focusing on yoga positions. You wish you were thinking about grocery shopping or paying that month’s bills.
Instead, you’re still stuck on the downward facing dog as your mind tells you you’re an idiot, a homewrecker and most importantly, a terrible friend.
‘‘Y/N, upward facing dog!’’ The instructor, Namjoon, reminds you with a gentle smile as he notices you haven’t switched positions like the rest of the class. You nod and smoothly place your body as he had taught in the classes before.
The only reason why you came to your Saturday morning yoga class was because even with all that happened last night, you wanted to feel a sense of normality. Like you’re capable of going on about your life like nothing had happened.
That’s selfish and stupid because as much as you tried, every single moment since you woke up revolved around last night.
From the moment you opened your eyes, noticing Sunhi wasn’t sleeping next to you, snuggled into your chest like you had last remembered her to be before she fell asleep and you following soon after.
And as your heart beat faster at the thought of finding her in her dad’s arms instead, watching Saturday morning cartoons on the T.V in your living room; you instead found the place neat and tidy. The messy pillows on your couch where placed like they hadn’t even been moved to begin with, like no one besides you had been in the apartment the night before.
Somehow he managed to do all of this without you even noticing. You wondered at what time he woke up, cleaned up, took Sunhi without making any fuss and left, all before your 7 AM alarm could wake you up.
He even made you breakfast too. Some eggs, bacon and toast.
‘‘Y/N, your legs are touching the mat.’’ Namjoon notes as he stands in front of you, ‘‘Let’s focus, okay?’’
You nod once again, though this time a little more embarrassed. If only you could explain to your instructor why you’re so distracted.
No messages either. No text explaining why he had to leave so early. No sticky note placed on your fridge door about how he made you breakfast. No slight shake to your sleeping body to let you know that he’d be taking Sunhi. Nothing.
Would’ve you liked that, though?
You could say yes because he’s your friend and it’s only fair since you took care of his daughter the night before.
But it’s not right, because friends don’t kiss each other, let alone the way you had let him kiss you and touch you while his daughter slept in your room and his wife waited for both of them at home.
There was a war going on inside you between your brain and your heart.
Your heart, being a weak ass bitch, was telling you about how exciting everything was. How nice it felt to have Jungkook tell you that he wanted to be with you, that he no longer felt happy with his wife, how perfectly his lips encaptured your own and how you could still feel them on you.
But your brain, obviously being the logical one between the two, reminded you about how wrong it was. You had never wanted to be placed in a position of being ‘‘the other woman’’. That even though you might not like Jiwoo and had spent years hoping your friend would someday wake up and realize this too, this didn’t feel right.
‘‘Alright, let’s drink some water now.’’ Namjoon announces, clasping his hands together and showing off that dimple that most ─if not all─ of the students went heart eyes over.
You take the time to check your phone instead, you don’t need the water because you didn’t do shit anyway. There’s no text from Minji, who you’re scared will somehow, by the grace of everything that’s holy, find out about what you did. No text from Jungkook either and you’re wondering why he hasn’t bothered to send one.
Instead, there’s a text from Taehyung and you mutter a curse.
[8:34 AM] Taehyung: hey y/n! i’m sure you’re in your yoga class rn but i wanted to see if maybe you’d be up for lunch at my place? i’ll try and cook something nice :)
Ah, of course that throughout all of this you forgot about Taehyung.
The sweet guy who had stuck around only for you to pay him back by kissing your best friend, the one Taehyung had to pretend wasn’t bothered by his interruption that night a few weeks ago.
God, you do have a way to fuck things up for yourself.
You don’t know how long you stood there thinking what to reply to him, but it definitely was for a few minutes because you only came back to reality once you heard your name being called once by the instructor.
‘‘Y/N,’’ Namjoon repeats and you look over at him with a puzzled look, ‘‘we’re starting again, if you’d like to join us.’’ There’s that smile again. Bless his patience, you wonder if he’s actually this calm because of yoga or he’s just really good at pretending.
You look back down at your phone, the screen displaying a text that’s still waiting to be replied to.
‘‘I uhm─I gotta go, sorry.’’ You quickly reply, making Namjoon look at you with wide eyes, but he makes no effort to stop you either.
And as quickly as you can, you collect your belongings before you’re heading out the door without saying goodbye.
Either you quit yoga altogether or just apologize to Namjoon like a grownup next Saturday. Whatever it is, you’re not thinking about what decision to make about your little extracurricular right now.
There’s only so much you can handle at a time.
Jungkook is lucky that Jiwoo works Saturday mornings because with her away, he’s able to enter his house without having to sneak in.
He opens the door wide, making way for him and a slightly awake Sunhi in his arms. He drops the keys on the counter without caring about the noise it makes. He doesn’t even have to pretend like he’s walking on glass, his boots are allowed to hit the wooden floor without a care in the world.
The place doesn’t look much different from what he had left it like the day before. There’s only a dirty glass on the sink, a product of Jiwoo’s daily breakfast smoothies and since she’s always in a rush she never has time to clean it up.
‘‘Are you still sleepy, pumpkin?’’ he quietly asks his daughter and she nods, he doesn’t blame her since he’s the one who woke her up at 6 AM. ‘‘Alright, I’ll take you to your bed,” he says, a kiss on her head following shortly after.
He wonders if Jiwoo enjoyed herself last night. No daughter and no husband, sounds like an ideal night for her. It’s not like she was worried about their whereabouts either, considering she hadn’t even bothered to text him wondering why they hadn’t come home.
If Jungkook’s supposed to feel guilty, he isn’t.
He’s heard stories before about how there’s a voice in your head constantly reminding you about what you did and how wrong it is. That he’ll be unable to sleep knowing he cheated on his wife while she lies next to him. That he won’t be able to look at her again without feeling remorse all over him.
And when Jiwoo returns home at noon, there’s none of that at all. He offers her a nod of acknowledgement once she enters the living room to find him sitting with his laptop, watching through old videos that he took years back.
She puts her index finger up, telling him to give her a minute. She’s on a phone call with a friend of hers that Jungkook can only conclude is Hyeri, who he probably met at some point but can’t remember what her face looked like.
‘‘I know! Like, why do you have to be such a bitch about it? We get that you’re sucking the boss’s dick in private, so you might as well─’’
Jiwoo’s voice is too distracting and so, Jungkook places his earphones in to hear what this video’s audio is about. Once he does, he hits play and the audio is loud enough to drown out Jiwoo’s whining.
‘‘Guess who came to see you, Pumpkin?’’
Jungkook gasps as he remembers this was part of a series of videos he was supposed to show Sunhi once she was old enough to understand them. He recorded a few until he was drowning in work to even grab his camera again. It saddens him that he wasn’t able to continue.
He decides he’ll show them to her later because right now Sunhi is too busy playing with her dolls inside her room to even pay attention to him.
‘‘It’s auntie Y/N! And she came bearing gifts,’’ Jungkook smiles, switching the focus on you ‘‘is that a Fisher Price Taco Tuesday toy set that I see?’’ he wonders in a fake curious tone as you look at him with narrowed eyes ‘‘I wonder how she knew you wanted that, Sunhi. It’s not like your dad had it on his Amazon wishlist or anything.’’
‘‘Very funny.’’ You mumble, handing him the toys so you could go ahead and grab a tiny three-month-old Sunhi from the bed ‘‘Aren’t you the cutest little bean in this entire world? Aren’t you?’’ you coo at the little girl, who looks at you with wide eyes and you’re forced to blink a couple of times because she looks just like him.
‘‘Of course she is, she’s my spitting image!’’ Jungkook confirms your thought as he grabs Sunhi’s cheek gently with his fingers and squeezes, making the baby giggle.
You side-eye him and then focus your attention back on the baby in your hands, ‘‘No, you’re not, Sunhi. Your daddy is not cute at all.’’
‘‘You’re gonna make me put this camera down and have a discussion about this.’’
Jungkook chuckles at the footage, noticing how he made you smile because of his comment. The video isn’t long, it’s mostly you cooing to a then tiny Sunhi, giggling at the way you would nuzzle your nose into her belly as Jungkook laughed behind the camera.
‘‘Jungkook, look at her!’’ You practically squeal as Sunhi grabs your thumb with her little hand ‘‘Oh my gosh, I think I’m gonna cry.’’
He laughs as he does a close-up of his daughter holding on to your finger, until he hears the little sniffle you let out and the camera is now focused on you silently wiping a tear away.
‘‘Wait, you’re actually crying?’’ Jungkook asks in disbelief and you turn to look at him to find the lens focused on you ‘‘Sunhi, you’re Auntie Y/N loves you so much that she’s crying! How cute.’’
‘‘You’re so dumb, seriously.’’ you mumble with a frown, going back to gawking at the baby still holding on to your thumb.
Jungkook sighs, ‘‘I’m gonna have to bleep that out, y’know?’’
You laugh and shrug your shoulders, caressing Sunhi’s stomach. Jungkook whispers ‘cute’, so soft that you’re unable to hear it.
Once it ends, Jungkook is able to see his smiling face as it reflects on the black screen and it’s only then he realized he’d been grinning the whole time. Now his ears are filled with Jiwoo talking over the phone and his smile goes back to a straight line.
Jungkook closes the video and clicks on the next one, hoping that it’s one that involves you as well. He’s unable to press play because Jiwoo is suddenly standing in front of him, arms crossed and she’s no longer talking on her phone.
‘‘Yes?’’ He asks, removing an earbud to show her she has his full attention.
‘‘So, where were you last night?’’
Jungkook’s slightly surprised that she cares. He tends to forget there’s still some humanity left in her after all, ‘‘At Y/N’s.’’ he answers with a shrug, eyes going back to stare at the screen of his laptop.
Jiwoo scoffs and he’s forced to look at her again, eyebrow slightly raised. He hopes she doesn’t start because it’s too early and it’s a Saturday. But Jiwoo doesn’t like taking breaks like he does.
‘‘I thought you said that she wasn’t going to be able to take care of Sunhi on Fridays.’’ There’s bitterness in her tone, ‘‘so, what were you doing there?’’
Jungkook understands where Jiwoo’s curiosity comes from, but it’s strange. She’s never been the type to ask where he’s been, what he’s doing with Sunhi while she’s not around ─which is practically all the time─ and doesn’t care for your business either.
‘‘I just stopped by.’’ Jungkook mutters, stroking the nape of his neck in an attempt to not seem suspicious, ‘‘We hung out and Sunhi fell asleep, she didn’t wanna come back home.’’
And that’s true, Jiwoo narrows her eyes at him as if she’s debating whether or not to believe him and the excuse of their sleeping daughter. She doesn’t know Sunhi that well to conclude if it’s possible or not.
‘‘And what, did you all three sleep together in the same bed? Playing family, maybe?’’
Jungkook looks at her in disbelief. This is a first.
‘‘What?’’ Is all he’s able to muster because he’s genuinely shocked at her accusation.
Jiwoo rolls her eyes, ‘‘Oh, please. Like I’m going to buy that hanging out bullshit.’’ Jungkook looks like a deer stuck in headlights and she chuckles, ‘‘Is what I give to you not enough?’’
‘‘I─what are you on about?’’
He figures this is her picking a fight because he wasn’t around yesterday to attend her needs like he usually does every Friday night. But Jungkook’s mind is quick to remind him of what he did and it’d be really ironic if he denies Jiwoo’s accusations, that for the first time are actually true.
‘‘I carried around that girl for nine months, ruined my body because of her, all for you to pick someone else over me?’’ Jiwoo’s voice is raised a little higher and Jungkook can’t help but look over at Sunhi’s bedroom door and hope his daughter is not listening to anything coming from the living room. ‘‘I knew I should’ve never trusted her, I always knew your friendship with her was fucking weird.’’
Jungkook doesn’t want to raise his voice either. It’s not going to get them anywhere. But he can’t stand the way she’s speaking about his daughter and you, she’s never crossed those boundaries before.
‘‘Are you insane? How can you talk about your daughter like she’s nothing?’’ Jungkook spats out, ‘‘I’ve always been thankful for what you did, I know the shit you went through to bring her into this world.’’
But Jiwoo doesn’t care about how loud she’s being, ‘‘You’re so thankful you pay me back by fucking your best friend? While I’m alone over here waiting for you to come back?’’
Jungkook has to take a deep breath and close his eyes for a second, before he loses it.
He clears his throat, ‘‘Jiwoo, I have always chosen you. Always. I did back when I was a sophomore, I did it when I asked you to marry me, and I did it when I chose you to be the mother of my children. So, I don’t know what─’’
‘‘I don’t give a flying fuck if you chose me! I was supposed to be all of that either way, Jungkook.’’ She interjects.
Was she, though? Of course, she was his girlfriend then. It would make sense that she’d be the one to end up marrying him, having his kids and living the happy life everyone guaranteed he’d live alongside her.
But he hasn’t been thinking about the choices he ended up taking back then. Instead, he’s been wondering about the ‘what if’s and Jiwoo isn’t in any of them.
Jungkook’s been daydreaming for months now about how different his life would’ve turned out if he had never asked the pretty girl in his class all those years back and instead had focused his attention somewhere else. Or someone else..
‘‘Are you going to answer me?’’ Jiwoo’s stern voice brings him back to the reality he hates, ‘‘Were you going to pick me or was I a second choice?’’ She slowly asks, giving him an opportunity to digest every single word she spoke.
‘‘You weren’t a second choice,’’ he mumbles and his gaze has faltered and instead focused back on the screen of his laptop. Clicking on a video randomly, trying to distract himself from the situation at hand. Hoping that whatever he says is enough for Jiwoo to leave him alone.
It doesn’t help that the video automatically plays and it’s you on the first frame, a big smile as you hold Sunhi towards the camera, making her wiggle in your arms.
What if.
‘‘Show me that you love me, then.’’
The video still plays as Jungkook looks back at Jiwoo standing right in front of him, her arms are still crossed, but the look on her face is different. Her brows are no longer furrowed and Jungkook might be wrong, but he thinks her eyes look glossy.
He doesn’t act quickly enough and she takes the laptop from him, closing it before she can even notice what is it that has garnered his attention. Jiwoo straddles his lap and he jumps slightly at the action, placing her arms around his neck as she looks at him with innocent eyes.
If he didn’t know her, he would’ve believed them.
‘‘Jiwoo, let’s not─’’
‘‘I missed you yesterday,’’ she interjects in a whisper ‘‘show me that you love me right now.’’
Her lips latch onto his neck, biting and sucking on the skin as he tries to wriggle himself out of her hold, but her hands push at his chest so he can stay still.
‘‘C’mon,’’ she mumbles ‘‘show me.’’ She’s pleading by then.
He feels nothing. There’s no electricity in Jiwoo’s kisses. No tingles on his back, no goosebumps on his skin, no fireworks going off. If anything, everytime her lips meet his skin it feels bitter, like they don’t belong there at all.
‘‘Daddy, come please!’’ The muffled voice of Sunhi inside her room interrupts the one-sided moment and Jungkook is silently thanking her.
Jiwoo doesn’t make an effort to move as she keeps kissing on all the exposed skin he has to offer. Jungkook sighs in frustration as he forces her off him, making her land beside him with an astonished expression.
Her hands tighten into fists as she looks at him like he’s gone insane, ‘‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’’ She asks in disbelief.
Jungkook blinks, ‘‘Did you─?’’ He gestures with his finger over to his daughter’s room, ‘‘Sunhi is calling me.’’
His wife scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest again, ‘‘Of course, you always go running when it comes to her.’’
Contrary to his belief, there is no humanity left in Jiwoo at all. She’s just really good at pretending like she cares so she can get her way. This is the last time Jungkook falls for this trick.
Jungkook opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He repeats this action a few times, to stammer something out. Anything. But there’s nothing besides the expecting silence of his wife as she chuckles incredulously. Jungkook ignores this and turns around, a second away from opening Sunhi’s bedroom door─
‘‘You’re a waste of a husband.’’ Jiwoo sneered.
His hand drops from the door handle and he sighs, taking a deep breath in and out.
He looks back at her, ‘‘You know what, Jiwoo? I wasn’t lying when I said you weren’t my second choice.’’ he informs and her eyebrow raises up ‘‘But you aren’t my first choice now either.’’
Jiwoo scowls and heaves in anger, ready to let hell loose on him ‘‘I knew that who─’’
‘‘It’s Sunhi,’’ he states and Jiwoo closes her mouth before she can even finish her sentence. ‘‘Ever since I knew you were pregnant with her, she’s been at the top of my list and she’ll always be there. I don’t care what you do or say to me, I really don’t. You don’t love me, Jiwoo.’’
At the accusation, her eyes soften and she’s standing up to argue that it’s not true, but Jungkook raises his hand in a motion to stop her.
‘‘You don’t love me and I don’t love you.’’
Jungkook expected her to start yelling at him like she usually did, but Jiwoo’s rendered speechless on her spot as she stares at him, blinking rapidly.
‘‘I don’t love you,’’ he repeats ‘‘and I haven’t loved you for a while now. I don’t remember the last time my heart raced up when I saw you or when I stopped enjoying kissing you. And I’m sorry, because I should’ve told you instead of pretending like I did.’’
Jiwoo’s motionless as she takes all of his words in.
‘‘But I did it for her because I didn’t want her to hate me if you ever left. But that was a dumb idea because you don’t care about Sunhi. And frankly, I doubt she cares about you either. She never speaks about you, never asks about you, she’s used to you not being here even if you sort of are.’’
Jungkook places his hand over the doorknob once again and Jiwoo grimaces.
‘‘I should’ve never begged you to come back. I should’ve thought about what you wanted and it’s always been clear to me what that is,’’ Jungkook swallows the knot he feels in his throat ‘‘and it’s never been Sunhi or me.’’
‘‘Jungkook.’’
He thinks she’s about to tell him how sorry she is. That she’ll recognize how heartless she’s been and how she not only failed him, but failed their daughter too. Maybe beg for a final try at their relationship as she promises she’ll change this time.
Jungkook hums and spares her one last glance.
Jiwoo has a stoic expression on her face and she speaks under her breath, but clear enough for him to hear, ‘‘Sign the papers when you get them.’’
You expect Minji to just jump at you any minute now because if looks could kill, you’d be dead already. Maybe you should’ve pretended like you weren’t home and let Minji knock on your door until she’d give up, but even you knew better than that.
It was better to face her now than to deal with her accumulated wrath later.
‘‘When were you going to tell me?’’ She suddenly asks and it takes you by surprise because it had been way too silent since you had let her in.
Minji works like a predator, she attacks when you least expect it and right now you definitely feel like you’re about to be eaten.
‘‘I─uh…’’
She sighs and you can see the disappointment in her face, ‘‘Were you going to tell me at all?’’
You nod instead, not trusting yourself enough to speak at the moment.
It had been a week since the event in your living room and it makes you shift uncomfortably in your chair as you stare at your friend, who’s sitting on the couch where everything went down.
‘‘Then why did I have to find out through Taehyung?’’ She asks in a disappointed tone.
You figured he’d tell her. It’s not like you asked him not to do so, but you had silently prayed that the universe was on your side on this one and by some unknown reason they wouldn’t bump into each other at work and Minji, like she usually did, wouldn’t ask him about you. Because if she did, then he’d have to explain how you had broken the news that you had made out with your best friend; the one Minji despised with her soul.
A sigh escapes your lips as you lower your head with shame.
You were supposed to tell her, but every time you took your phone and tried to dial or text her, your nerves got the best of you and ended up chickening out, promising that you’d do it the next day. Then the next day. And the next day.
It’s not like you’re scared of Minji─well, maybe only slightly. But you know the effort she put into getting you to go out and meet someone new, someone that’s not married and not a father. She’s known Taehyung for so long, probably even told him how much of a good girl you were to convince him to take you out, only for you to end up throwing all of that in the trash like it was nothing.
Minji’s also spent years pushing you to move on from your friendship with Jungkook. Not just because she doesn’t like him, but because she’s always felt like he’s held you back while he’s made his way in life. You’ve stuck behind him making sure that he’s okay and happy, forgetting about yourself in the process.
‘‘I’m not angry at you,’’ she speaks softly, making you look up at her with surprise. ‘‘I just─He gave you a second chance, Y/N. Why did you say no?’’ Her words are laced with curiosity and you know that she’s asking because even Taehyung wasn’t able to give her an answer to this question.
Your bottom lip trembles and you’re trying your hardest not to burst into tears in front of him. You can’t and you won’t. How even dare you to do that?
‘‘I’m sorry,’’ you whisper and your eyes shift down to the wooden floor of his apartment. ‘‘I’m sorry, Taehyung.’’ You repeat, knowing it’s not enough.
Taehyung gulps and his crossed arms quickly fall to his sides as he realizes that, whatever anger he felt when you told him about what you did, was no longer there the moment he saw how genuinely apologetic you looked.
‘‘I’m an idiot, I know.’’ You continue, rubbing your clammy hands into the material of your leggings and it does nothing to dry them. ‘‘I’m sorry, Taehyung.’’
He knows he shouldn't be so easily swayed by your apology, but he can’t help but want to cradle you in his arms. And when he does, your eyebrows raise in surprise as you gasp because you weren’t expecting this.
You expected anger, insults thrown out about how you’re a slut and being kicked out of his apartment with him telling you to never contact him again.
Taehyung’s still sweet even when his heart is getting broken.
‘‘It’s okay,’’ he whispers into your hair as one of his hands runs up and down your back ‘‘we can work this out, yeah?’’
You bite the tip of your tongue as you take his words in, feeling your heart speeding up even faster than what it was when you spilled everything out on him. Maybe you would’ve preferred him getting angry than his current reaction.
‘‘It’s not like we were exclusive, right?’’ Taehyung chuckles, but it feels like he’s convincing himself that that was the reason as to why it happened. ‘‘Let’s forget it, seriously.’’
A shaky sigh comes out of your mouth as your arms, that hadn’t reciprocated his hug, gain the strength to separate yourself from him. He looks taken aback, but he’s waiting for you to reply in agreement because, yes, you could work this out if you try hard enough.
But that’s not realistic. Pretending like you never kissed Jungkook is not realistic at all, because it’s sad to admit that you won’t be able to kiss Taehyung again without thinking about your best friend in the back of your head as you’re reminded that not only did you let him kiss you, but you reciprocated and not only did you reciprocate, but you liked it a little too much.
‘‘Y/N,’’ he speaks up, snapping you from your thoughts,‘‘please, let’s just try.’’ He silently asks─no, begs.
The barking of his dog, Yeontan, startles you as you come to stare at the little dog at the feet of his owner, who at the moment isn’t interested to see what he wants. You never told Taehyung, but the teacup pomeranian was extremely overprotective of him.
He’s barking at you like you’re hurting his owner and maybe you aren’t physically doing any damage, but you know that you’re about to break his heart all over again.
‘‘I-I…,’’ you blink as you try to focus on the man in front of you and not the dog on the ground, ‘‘I’m sorry, I can’t.’’
Yeontan’s barks increase and Taehyung is at a loss for words to beg you to stay and talk things through. You can still hear the dog’s incessant barking as you make your way down the hall and that’s when the tears you were holding finally fall down.
‘‘Taehyung’s a nice guy, Y/N. He forgave you and you just left?’’ Minji asks, disbelief in her tone. ‘‘I thought you liked him.’’
‘‘I do!’’ You finally speak up. You’re sure of it, you like Taehyung. Your friend gives you a puzzled look because she really can’t understand you right now. ‘‘I like Taehyung, I really do,’’ you mutter, ‘‘but it’s not fair to him.’’
Minji scrunches her face up because there’s only one reason you’re thinking that way. She’s tired of this narrative, it’s old and overdone and it should’ve ended years ago.
She lets out a breathless chuckle, ‘‘You love him, don’t you?’’ Another question that takes you by surprise.
‘‘No, I just─’’
Minji holds her finger up, interrupting you, ‘‘I’m talking about Jungkook.’’
This is the attack. Not the other questions she had asked you regarding her old family friend. Not the unannounced arrival to your apartment on an uneventful Saturday morning where you had chosen to stay in bed instead of facing the peaceful yoga instructor. Not the glaring looks she had been giving you for the last minutes.
And if you weren’t ready for any of those, this one definitely takes the prize.
‘‘I-I of course I love him,’’ you mumble, ‘‘he’s my friend.’’
Minji smirks as her eyebrows raise, ‘‘No, I’m asking if you’re in love him.’’
You’re sure that the feelings that you’ve had for Jungkook have always been platonic. You do love him because he’s your friend and you’re supposed to love your friends. But you know that the love that you have for him is very different from the one you have for anyone else. It might be the history between you two. You’ve been with him through it all, cheering from the sidelines as he accomplishes one milestone after the other.
‘‘Be honest with me,’’ Minji demands, ‘‘are you in love with Jungkook?’’ she asks once again.
Your eyes well up and your bottom lip is trembling as you look back at your intimidating best friend because your silence is deafening and you’re expecting her to throw the last blow. You think you deserve it. Minji has so much she wants to say, but you look so dejected and she figures that you might’ve just realized it.
‘‘Hey, it’s okay.’’ She comes up to you quickly, crouching down as she looks up at the tears rolling down your reddened cheeks. ‘‘Y/N, it’s okay.’’
You’ve been trying to tell yourself the same thing the past few days.
It’s okay that you kissed your best friend. It’s okay that you’ve slowly and silently started harbouring feelings for him. It’s okay that you just realized you’ve been in love with him for a while now. It’s okay that you’ve been resenting the fact that he didn’t choose you all those years ago. It’s okay that you take care of and love his daughter like she’s yours.
But...
‘‘No, it’s not.’’ You cry, ‘‘I can’t do that, Minji, he’s not mine to have.’’
Your mind quickly brings you back to the harsh reality, which is that Jungkook will never be yours. He probably only kissed you because he was looking for something that was capable of exciting him again after realizing how bored of his marriage he is. He doesn’t love you like that, he’ll never love you like that.
Minji can’t disagree with what you just said, but she also feels like right now is not the time to make you feel even worse when it’s obvious you’re already there.
‘‘I blocked his number, anyway.’’ You mumble out, wiping away your tears.
Your friend’s eyes widened at the revelation, ‘‘What?’’.
‘‘I freaked out after I talked to Taehyung because I felt so guilty and you know how I don’t know how to deal with shit ever, so I just─’’ You stop yourself from rambling and sigh as you feel Minji’s hand squeezing your knee as a sign of comfort, ‘‘I can’t see him again without thinking about it. I can’t take care of Sunhi knowing he’s going home to sleep with Jiwoo. I just can’t keep pretending anymore.’’
Minji can’t do much after that, you’ve become a sobbing mess and the tears seem unstoppable. She’s never seen you like this and it dawns on her that you’ve held all of this in for way too long.
It’s ironic because she’s always told you that you need space from Jungkook, thinking it’d be good for you to finally realize that you’re not part of his list of priorities anymore and hadn’t been for a long time.
But she hadn’t taken into account what the after effects of not having him in your life anymore would look like.
[12:03 PM] Jeon Jungkook: hi y/n
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[12:04 PM] Jeon Jungkook: hey???
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[12:07 PM] Jeon Jungkook: i wanted to see if you’d like to meet up for lunch one of these days? i feel like we need to talk
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[5:13 PM] Jeon Jungkook: does this work now??
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Jungkook groans in annoyance as he finds another one of his texts left undelivered. It feels like life is either against him or doing this for his own good.
Nonetheless, he wants to talk to you because it’s been a few days since he last saw and heard from you. He figures you’re mad, the last words you spoke to him didn’t sound friendly at all and he wonders if maybe leaving without saying goodbye that day was the right thing to do.
The small snores coming from beside him make him realize Sunhi is finally asleep and he can’t help but let out a sigh of disappointment as he watches her curl into a fetal like position, clutching her Dumbo plush toy and slightly drooling into his favorite pillow, making him pout because he knows he won’t be able to pry it away from her when he decides to fall asleep too.
Sunhi being fast asleep is supposed to bring peace to Jungkook’s tiring day, though the silence is extremely uncomfortable and these days he’s come to realize how much he rather have his daughter running around and yelling in excitement than this.
Complete and utter silence.
[7:13 PM] Jeon Jungkook: (1.jpg attached) sunhi misses auntie y/n!! she’s been asking me about you a lot
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[7:15 PM] Jeon Jungkook: i miss auntie y/n more tho…
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[7:17 PM] Jeon Jungkook: i hope ur alright :)
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‘‘Pumpkin, you can stop smiling already.’’ Jungkook chuckles as he looks up from his phone, noticing his daughter still holding the big smile he had given him when he requested to take a picture of her to send to you. ‘‘I already sent the picture to Auntie Y/N.’’ He informs and she sighs with relief, massaging her cheeks from straining them too hard.
Though his eyebrows furrow, noticing his messages have once again been left undelivered. He makes a mental note to call the phone company soon, because it’s been over a week since he last sent the first messages and those remained in the same state as well.
‘‘Daddy, unpause!’’ Sunhi demands, making him realize that he’s in the middle of showing her his favorite Pixar movie, Cars.
Twenty minutes had passed and for a majority of them Sunhi had only watched attentively and Jungkook looked over at her every other second just to make sure she hadn’t fallen asleep. Warmness spread throughout him as he noticed his daughter looking at the screen with those big doe eyes she had inherited from him.
Once the scene where Sally shows Lightning McQueen around Radiator Springs, Jungkook feels a tug at his sweatshirt and looks down to notice Sunhi’s little hand grabbing at the fabric, her eyes are still glued to the screen.
“Auntie Y/N likes this too?” She asks and Jungkook chuckles because his daughter can’t stop thinking about his friend even when doing anything completely unrelated to you.
Maybe that’s another thing she inherited as well.
[7:03 PM] Jeon Jungkook: so i called my phone company and asked them abt why my messages aren’t being delivered and they said that you must’ve blocked me
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[7:04 PM] Jeon Jungkook: yeah i guess you did
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Jungkook’s mind has gone blank ever since he got off the phone with the cellphone company.
The idea that you might’ve blocked his number had not once crossed his mind during the weeks of undelivered texts and phone calls sent straight to voicemail. It was obvious, but he didn’t think you’d be capable of doing it.
He wanted it to be a network issue or something else that he could put blame on instead of facing the realization that you had shut him out from your life. And that thought hurt, no─stung him.
The worst part is that he knows he deserves it. It was foolish of him to think that you had enjoyed the kiss too. Dumb enough to believe that you might’ve reciprocated the way he felt.
Jungkook doesn’t want to think this is the end, maybe it’s that stupid voice inside his head that always holds on to things that he knows he should let go of. But he can’t just let go of this and move on.
He doesn’t remember what life was like before you and he sure as hell does not want to know what it’ll be like without you.
[1:30 AM] Jeon Jungkook: i miss you so fucking much i’m sorry if i knew that kissing you would’ve fucked everything up htne i woudl’ve never done it y/n i’m sorry
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[1:31 AM] Jeon Jungkook: i really wanted to kiss you but it was selfish of me to do it i didnt think about what you must’ve felt im sos sorry
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[1:32 AM] Jeon Jungkook: sunhi’s been asking me about yoj and i dont even know what to say anymore
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[2:27 AM] Jeon Jungkook: i don’t even care if you dont wanna speak to me anymore i fucked this up for sunhi she loves you so much and you’re her favorite person ever and i ruined it for her just bc i wanted to see if you felt the same way as i do
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[3:50 AM] Jeon Jungkook: i miss you y/n i really do
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“Daddy, lemme go!” Sunhi whines trying to escape from her father’s hands as he finishes applying the sunscreen on her arms, “Daddy!”.
He gives her a stern look and the toddler huffs, sticking her bottom lip out in an act of annoyance. The playground games are waiting for her and she feels like her dad is just coming between them and her.
“Alright,” he pats his big hands on her tiny arms, “you’re good to—“ Jungkook isn’t able to finish his sentence because his daughter’s already running towards one of the slides, “Sunhi, be careful!” He reminds her, but she’s too focused on the rides than on her dad’s warning.
Jungkook sighs and relaxes into the bench.
“She’s precious,” She comments with a small smile as her attention focuses on the little girl having the time of her life going down the slide, “I’m surprised she’s yours.”
Jungkook looks over at the woman beside him and scoffs, but he can’t help but agree. Sunhi is too good and too pure, the best thing he’s ever done in his life.
“Yeah, well, it’s all her.” Jungkook admits, eyes focusing back on Sunhi, “She’s really great.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence between them and Jungkook has to clear his throat to gain her attention.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t meet up at a café,” Jungkook apologizes and nods over at his daughter, “she’s been a little misbehaved lately, you said you wanted to talk to me and I figured that if I took Sunhi to a place like that she’d just—“
She interrupts his rambling, “Hey, it’s okay. I have no problem, really.” She assures him and he nods slightly, “I haven’t been in a place like this in a long time.”
Jungkook scratches the back of his neck and glances over at the woman who’s looking at him with an expression he can’t quite pinpoint. It makes him so nervous that he quickly shifts his gaze to the ground.
“This is so weird.” He admits with an awkward chuckle and she raises her eyebrow, “I mean—you hate me, Minji, so I don’t know what you want to talk about.”
“I don’t hate you!” Minji laughs and Jungkook finally looks at her and she falters, “Seriously! I only dislike you and that’s saying a lot.”
He supposes that’s a good thing, considering how aggressive Minji used to be towards him back in college. Always letting him know how much she despised his guts, how he didn’t deserve to have you as his friend and even once threw a drink at his face during a party; though you swore to him she was drunk and that she didn’t mean it.
Jungkook hadn’t seen her much since, only a few times if it was your birthday and they managed to cross paths, because the girl made sure she was never in the same room as him. The times it happened, he felt like she was throwing daggers at him through her eyes.
“It always bothered me how putty in your hands she was for you,” Minji begins, crossing her arms over her chest as she settles back into the bench, “and how oblivious you were about it.”
Jungkook looks back at her and there’s a small smile on her face, most likely looking over at his daughter.
“How when we got together for study sessions, she’d be tired because she was taking care of you the night before at one of those stupid frat parties you loved dragging her to.” Minji recalls and Jungkook feels like his mouth has gone dry from the memory.
She crosses one of her legs over the other, “Or that whole Jiwoo ordeal, how you had practically put Y/N aside once you managed to date the ‘campus hottie’.” She says with air quotes and Jungkook sighs, remembering the beginning of it all.
He knows that he can’t turn back time and change it all. Even if he could, he knows he wouldn’t. If there was no Jiwoo, there’d be no Sunhi.
An excited yell startles him as he looks over at his daughter, swinging up and down. “Look, daddy! I'm flying!” She calls and he smiles at her.
“Jesus, that’s fucking precious.” Minji mumbles, but he hears her nonetheless and nods in agreement. “Anyway, I’m not going to act like a saint here and pretend I was vouching for you, because I never did.”
Jungkook knows. Back then he didn’t understand why Minji was so adamant about trash talking him to you, considering how he and her barely knew each other. Actually, whatever knowledge they had of the other was through of you.
But Jungkook’s done a lot of self reflecting for the past month and a half and he’s realized why Minji disliked him so much. Or, dislikes. Either way, it’s valid.
“I just wanted her to snap out of it,” she confesses, “and realize that there is a life beyond you. That there’s more than being your best friend and your daughter’s babysitter. That she’s capable of moving on and putting you aside, because if you did that to her then why shouldn’t she?”
Jungkook hadn’t thought about any of that at all. He had realized he had been a shitty friend, but the idea of just how much definitely hadn’t settled on him. He wishes you knew how much he’s cared about you, but that there were too many overlapping lines for him to ever express it.
“I thought that after setting her up with Taehyung she had finally realized it,” she continues “but you know how she is, she rarely lets up and I knew she wasn’t going to let you go that easily.”
Jungkook draws in a long breath, rubbing his now clammy hands in his jeans as he looks back towards Minji.
“I mean, she couldn’t let her go that easily.” She jerks her head towards Sunhi, still sitting on the swings, though she’s slowed down now. “She loves that little girl so damn much.”
Jungkook’s sure of this. He recognizes the immense love you have for Sunhi, how sincere and unconditional it is. It’s the way a mother loves her child, though he never expected it to come from you instead. He’s not surprised though, because it’s the same love you gave to him. But it’s louder, there are no boundaries that you needed to respect to show Sunhi just how much you loved her, unlike with him.
It dawns on him that cutting him off must’ve been hard. You probably wanted to do it for way longer and only stayed because of Sunhi and Jungkook doesn’t want to think about the dilemma you must’ve went through to finally do it this time around.
He runs his hands through his hair, letting out a shaky breath, remembering that Sunhi doesn’t have you anymore. That’s the reason as to why she’s been so misbehaved lately, crying way too often, throwing tantrums over the smallest of things. Jungkook could blame it on the fact that she’s soon turning four and maybe it’s something that comes with age, it might just be a coincidence that she’s acting this way during a time you’re no longer present in her life.
This is the thing Sunhi might not be able to forgive him for.
“Minji,” he finally speaks up and the woman beside him focuses his gaze back on him, “I miss her so much.” He mumbles, not trusting himself to speak up because he might choke back a sob.
“Only now?”
“No!” He says this a little too harshly and Minji jumps slightly at the tone in his voice, “I’ve always missed her and I’m fucking idiot for realizing too late.”
She hums and Jungkook’s chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, “She’s my first thought when I wake up and when I finally manage to go to sleep. Sunhi constantly reminds me about her, asking me where she is and when can she see her and I have to force myself to lie.”
Jungkook doesn’t realize Minji’s hand is now awkwardly placed on his back, hesitantly tapping as if to give him some comfort. It’s weird to see him like this, she had convinced herself that the guy didn’t have any feelings when it came to you.
“She blocked my number, I can’t call her and all my texts have been left undelivered. I’ve driven by her apartment building too many times with the plan to go up and talk to her, but I always back out because I’m an idiot and I know she’ll hate me if I do that and I—“
“Jungkook.”
“I just want to know if she still cares, I don’t mind if she doesn’t feel the same way. But I want to know that Y/N still cares about Sunhi and me. Do you know? Does she? Could you please—“
Jungkook’s ramble is interrupted by the crying sounds of Sunhi, who’s now on the ground as she sobs and he quickly stands up to go straight towards her. He blinks away the tears that had formed in his eyes because there’s only room for one crying baby here.
“Pumpkin, what happened?” He asks in a soft voice, crouching down at her level and she’s pouting as she points at her bloody knee. “Did you fall down?” She nods and he sighs, picking her up as he takes her back to the bench where Minji waits with expectancy to check on the little girl.
Jungkook places Sunhi beside her and looks through his daughter’s bag for the emergency kit he carried around. He cleans the blood delicately with a gauze and alcohol, making the little girl wince and yelp out an ‘ouch!’ as she holds tightly to Minji’s thigh.
“It’s okay, Pumpkin.” He reassures her with a smile, making his daughter nod because she trusts her dad, “It was an accident and accidents are part of growing up, right?” She nods again and Minji figures this isn’t a first for her.
Once the blood has been cleaned, Jungkook places a cute rainbow patterned bandaid on the wound in her knee.
“There we go,” he announces and Sunhi lets out the breath she’d been holding, ‘‘all done! Are you good now?”
“Yes,” Sunhi weakly replies, “daddy, I wanna go home.”
Jungkook’s eyebrows raise in surprise, but the look on her face tells him that she’s probably still shaken by the accident and most likely wants to take a nap to forget about it.
He looks over at Minji with an apologetic look and she gives him half a smile, “Go, it’s alright.”
Jungkook nods and takes Sunhi in his arms, which she gladly accepts and settles her head in the crook of his neck. Minji’s ready to leave, figuring there was no point in staying any longer.
“Minji, wait!” He stops her before she goes, making her turn around and offer him a curious look, “Sunhi’s birthday is in a few weeks and,” Jungkook reaches for something inside his daughter’s bag, “she really wants Y/N to be there.” He whispers, taking out a party invitation to hand over to Minji.
She smirks, looking at the personalized invitation for his daughter’s fourth birthday, “Just Sunhi?” She asks and he lets out a breathless laugh.
“Me too.” Jungkook adds and a small smile appears on his face as he says it. “Uh—thank you for talking to me, I know it must’ve been hard.”
Minji swats her hand in the air, “It’s alright, just wanted to make sure how you and the kid were doing. It’s all she talks about anyway.”
A gasp escapes his lips and he holds on to his daughter tighter as she nuzzles her face farther in.
“I’ll give her the card, but—I can’t guarantee if she’ll go.” She warns and he nods, understanding.
Though he does not like the possible outcome, he settles down with the idea that you’ll notice how even though you both haven’t spoken towards each other in almost two months, he’s still thinking about you either way. Every day.
#jungkook angst#jungkook au#jungkook smut#jungkook scenario#jungkook fic#jungkook fluff#bts fanfic#bts smut#f: chasing pavements
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